#felt so good i had to brag. first really Peaceful and Fun dream in like. months.

[wlw-cryptid]

girlies weve done it. im even makin butches stutter in my dreams now

[yourlocalshittywriter]

The Duty of a Hero

Author’s Note: Howdy folks! I’m here with my first proper fic and I really hope that y’all like it! This will be exploring what could’ve happened if the Dabi that Aizawa fought wasn’t one of Twice’s clones. Since this is a fight, I advise the folks that are sensitive to things like that to click off and read another fic. Also, since this story does change scenery and moods a bit, I included some songs that change along with the the stories mood! This is mainly just because I like showing off my music taste and shit. Here’s Part 2!

Songs to Go Along: The Fighter by In This Moment, Acid Bubble by Alice In Chains, The Great Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd

I felt extremely at peace for once in life. I felt the normal crackling of my joints silence into a warm nothingness. My aching muscles that had been torn to shreds time and time again, the ones that had been strained and stretched beyond the limits of the human body seemed to reform perfectly as they melted into the rest of my numb form. My skin, a forest of calluses, scars, stitches, and open wounds felt as if it was no longer there. I was no longer confined to the space of my body, and instead moved around as freely as water or air. I was a sort of goo, unmoving, stationary, simple, yet free. 

With a quirk as self-destructive as mine, becoming a hero was a sort of death wish. My quirk was known as “pain transfer.” Anytime I made eye contact with a person, I could activate my quirk and subject myself to pain only to have them suffer the pain of the injury for as long as I was looking at them. I could also transfer existing pain to my target. Although I may have had a wicked high pain tolerance and quick recovery period, my humanity was bound to catch up to me eventually. Quirks like mine, “villainous quirks” according to most people, should be kept hidden and the people born with them should go on to live normal lives as ordinary civilians. My parents were among these people. When I told them that I was enrolling in the hero course at UA, I was given the choice to either become a hero and be disowned, or ditch my pipe dream and stay their beloved child. I packed my things that night.

It was a miracle that I passed the entrance exam the next day. I was running on little sleep, the loss of my financial support, and the trauma that came with the realization that your parents didn’t love you anymore because you didn’t live in a way that they approved of. I had trained since my will to become a hero first arrived, a sort of passionate drive that crashed into my life so unexpectedly that the impact nearly gave me whiplash. 

I supposed that that inferno of, what? Spite? No, not spite, something deeper, hotter, and more righteous than spite. Let’s say ardor. This ardor was what drove me to take out as many robots as I could, despite the fact that my quirk was utterly useless in this situation. I took out a decent amount of robots, at least, decent enough to get into the hero course. A lady by the name of Recovery Girl healed me before I went on my way. I thought that I just had a few scrapes and bruises, but apparently I had a broken wrist. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the worst-off there, some poor kid broke both of his arms and one of his legs. 

The time between this moment and when I got into UA seems to have flown by. I came into UA, a semi-blank canvas, and now here I was, bleeding out on the campsite that I planned to spend my summer at with my classmates. Dying feels far less painful than one would assume; you really don’t even realize that you’re dying at first. It’s sort of like that feeling you get after eating a warm meal after starving for so long, sickening at first, but comforting after you grow used to it. It’s like taking a hot bath after spending a day in the snow; it burns at first, but the burning subsides into a comforting numbness. Your senses slowly dull into nothingness but your brain is left to conjure whatever image it pleases. I could have seen dead relatives, met idols, or even pictured an alternate life where my parents still loved me, but I didn’t.

I didn’t want it. Fame, fortune, admiration, acceptance, rebirth, none of it. I wanted none of it. I wanted to live. I wanted to do what I swore to do as soon as I got into UA. I wanted what I signed up for when I packed my bags and left my parents’ house at age fourteen. I wanted what I fought tooth and nail for. I wanted my ambitions and goals fulfilled.

Of course I wanted what I had worked for, that was beyond obvious, however, I also wanted the small things in life. I wanted my afternoon tea with Yaoyorozu, Sato, and Todoroki. I wanted my fashion shows with Aoyama, Ashido, and Hagakure. I wanted my midnight conversations with Shinsou and Tokoyami. I wanted my video game sessions with Kaminari and Sero. I wanted my morning meditation meetings with Shoji, Ojiro, and Koda. I wanted to watch pro-wrestling with Bakugou and Kirishima. I wanted to train with Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya. I wanted to swim with Asui. I wanted to listen to music with Jiro and Mr. Present Mic. I wanted inappropriate jokes with Ms. Midnight. I wanted to make Mr. Aizawa proud; I wanted to make myself proud. So, with so many incredible things to live for, I opened my eyes, and attempted to move.

Much to my distaste, it turns out that my relief from pain, as well as the disassociation from my body was nothing more than a thin veil that was easily permeated as I rose from near death. The forest was nothing more than a verdant blur, one that was far from easy to navigate. However, all things end eventually, so I decided to run from death and wherever I ended up would be the least of my worries. I sprinted through the disorder and dysfunction, and wound up walking in on my teacher fighting the son of a bitch who had left me to die a lonely death with only the company of insects and whatever plants were to take over my wilting corpse.

As Mr. Aizawa tackled the cremation villain, I rose from the forest, stared at the man in restraints, and activated my quirk. As the pain transferred from me to him, I felt the veil of insensibility slip over me once more. The villain howled out in agony, the very agony that he had inflicted on me only minutes before. 

“Whatever you do, don’t break your gaze Eraserhead!” I chimed as I finally straightened my form, not wanting the hero to see me in such a state, “You’ll just have to trust me on this one!” Mr. Aizawa nodded, keeping a steady gaze on his target.

“Tried to kill me off?��� I snarled as I made my way towards the sadistic bastard and beloved teacher holding him in place.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” the captive growled through gritted teeth, still under an amount of pain that would knock-out any average human. He looked beyond pissed that I survived, as if he took offense to the fact that I didn’t appreciate his work. I waltzed over to him, just far enough from Mr. Aizawa, but just close enough to the charred villain. 

“Surprise, I remain,” I cooed, low enough for only the villain to hear. He bared his teeth at me, looking at me as if he were some sort of rabid animal. I wanted to taunt him. I wanted to make fun of the fact that he had been taken down by a high schooler and their teacher, but I knew that it was never good to brag, because Karma would usually come to bite you in the ass for it. 

I stared at the man covered in staples, every blink I took releasing him from the effects of my quirk. Every blink motivated me to continue staring at him, to immobilize him so Mr. Aizawa could use his eye drops or blink, to buy him some time. However, I knew that this game of “pass the villain” could only go on for so long. Something had to be done. Eventually, the patchwork villain would catch both of us off guard and use his quirk, or one of his buddies would come and back him up. Mr. Aizawa and I were miles away from my peers or the rest of the pro-heroes. It was just the two of us up against this villain, and we were growing tired.

Only minutes after the realization had struck me, the villain escaped from Mr. Aizawa’s scarf when the two of us accidentally blinked at the same time. The human crematorium stood before us, and before I could use my quirk to disable him, he shot out a flurry of blue flames my way.

I dodged this attack as Mr. Aizawa ran towards the villain, yelling out the name “Dabi.” Before Mr. Aizawa was able to restrain him, Dabi grabbed the erasure hero and threw him headfirst into a brick wall, effectively knocking him out. I desperately wanted to check on my partner in battle, but I knew that I couldn’t let my guard down, because now Dabi was staring me directly in the eye.

I could attempt to charge at him, but I would be charred to bits, and even if I somehow managed to avoid his flames, I would meet the same fate as Eraserhead, knocked out and at Dabi’s mercy. I was screwed, I had no back up, my teacher was unconscious, and I was face to face with one of Japan’s most notorious criminals. I was dead meat.

That was until I devised a plan, one that would take out the cremation villain for good. One that would end his reign of terror once and for all. However, there was only one downside to this plan, and that was the fact that this plan would result in two casualties, Dabi and me. However, if I went with any other plan, Mr. Aizawa and I were to become the victims while Dabi walked off scot free. 

I was destined to become a martyr.

With that realization, I turned to my teacher who was slowly coming to his senses and gave him a gentle smile,

“Eraserhead, it has truly been a pleasure,” I announced as Dabi’s arrogant gaze turned to one of confusion. As Mr. Aizawa slowly faded back into his previously comatose state before he had time to be confused, I focused my gaze back on the blue-flamed bastard. It was time to end it, to end his rule once and for all.

I reached into my pocket, grabbed a tiny weapon that fit perfectly in my hand, locked eyes with the villain, smirked, and painlessly slit my neck. As Dabi grasped his neck and choked on his unseen blood, which was truly my blood, he fell to his knees.

As I took what I knew were my last steps, I came face to face with the first half to my murder-suicide. He glared at me, an amalgam of agony that felt nothing at all, and snarled.

“I’ll see you in hell, you cunt.”

I laughed, of all the things he could’ve chosen to be his final words, he chose to give into the childish desire to have the last word with me. As his oddly-familiar eyes drained of life, I felt the pain I had so carelessly inflicted upon myself finally hit me like a freight train.

I began to choke as I fell to my knees, similarly to how Dabi had fallen only seconds before. I knew that my time was up soon, I would succumb to my injuries and lose the thing I had fought tooth and nail for only moments before. I looked to the horizon to find the sun casting his loving gaze upon my battered body. It was as if Apollo himself was granting me a warrior’s death, like he knew I had made some kind of a righteous sacrifice that warranted a soothing transition from death to afterlife.

The sunrise was something like I had never seen before. The blues burned brighter than the flames I had defeated minutes before, the yellow pooled around my weary being like an evening gown to a death dance, and the red painted a comforting scene in the clouds, as if to distract me from my own red that painted my body and the ground around me. I smiled my final smile as I walked into the loving embrace of the sun.

My duty as a hero had been fulfilled.

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 6)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

series summary:  bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 5.1k

warnings: smut (in the form of road head lmao) plus some more implied smut and teasing and stuff, use of 'y/n' which is perfectly fine but it still makes me anxious cause I've never done it before, other than that just fluff and celebrity/PR stuff

You tilted your head slightly as you watched Bucky emerge from the pool, slicking his wet hair back out of his face, body dripping with cool droplets that sparkled in the afternoon sunlight.

Yeah, you were never going to get tired of this view.

“See somethin’ you like?” he grinned as he grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his hair before lowering it to dab off his shoulders and torso, his dog tags jingling lightly when he bumped against them.

“Yeah, why don’t you come over here and put that body on me?” you purred. He chuckled and stepped closer, tossing the damp towel aside before leaning down to climb onto your pool chair and hover above you; the dog tags hung low and tickled your stomach, making you giggle a little.

“I don’t know that I should, I actually have a girlfriend…” he explained, feigning hesitance as you sat up slightly to nibble at his jaw.

“You know, a lot of couples have a ‘celebrity pass,’ and I just so happen to be a celebrity… do you two have one of those?”

“Maybe we do,” he replied nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow.

“Who’s yours?”

“This really hot girl I saw once, in this really crappy movie,” he winked.

“Hey!” you laughed, shoving him back. “Which one of my movies is crappy?”

“What makes you think you’re the hot girl I’m talking about?” he countered.

“Oh, you’re really trying to get yourself in trouble.”

“Just to be clear— we’re not going to have any celebrity passes, right?" he frowned. "Because you know a lot of famous people and I don’t like those odds.”

You scoffed. “Definitely not.”

“Good. I can only handle one famous woman at a time anyways,” he chuckled.

//

He, meanwhile, would never get tired of waking up beside you, holding you before you were even really aware of anything yet, feeling you stir in his arms and snuggle up close to his chest.

“Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily into his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he whispered, smiling a little as your eyes fluttered but didn’t really open.

You just hummed and shifted again, looking so peaceful that he couldn’t help but kiss your forehead. “Mornin’, beautiful,” he purred.

And there was the best part of every morning: when you opened your eyes and looked up at him for the first time, and you smiled— actually smiled at the sight of him. He couldn’t remember the last time somebody was this happy to see him. He couldn’t imagine what he’d ever done to deserve it.

“Hi,” you greeted coyly.

“Hey there,” he grinned back. His eyebrow raised when he felt your foot delicately trail up the back of his leg, your hips beginning to straddle his. “Got somethin’ on your mind, pretty girl?”

“Maaaaybe…”

He chuckled, always impressed (in the best possible way) by your insatiability. “Already?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “had a dream about you.”

“Care to enlighten me?” he prodded, rubbing your back with his metal hand.

“You had me bent over the bed…” you began, voice a bit lower than normal.

“Good start.”

“In my trailer," you finished.

“Oh, you’re filming in this dream?”

“Well, we weren’t filming right then," you grinned, and Bucky clenched his jaw just imagining the idea of filming you while he fucked you. Much too risky when celebrity sex tapes always seem to end up leaking, but a fun thought nonetheless. "But you made me promise to keep quiet in case somebody heard us. Said you didn’t want anybody else to know how I sound when I come.”

He smirked. “Seems like something I would say.”

“But really I liked the idea of everybody overhearing and knowing how good you make me feel… I want them all to know I’m yours.”

“Sounds like a nice dream,” he smirked, shivering slightly when you leaned in to start kissing his neck and jaw.

“Feel like making my dreams come true, stud?” you purred.

“Yes,” he admitted tensely, “but we don’t have time. You have a meeting at 9, remember?”

“No no no, we have time,” you assured. “We both know how fast you can make me come.”

“No point in doing something if you’re not gonna do it right,” he frowned, “and I don’t have time to do it right.”

“You really are just completely against quickies, aren’t you?”

“Morally and religiously, yes," he announced firmly as he puffed up his chest.

“Religiously?” you repeated with an eyeroll.

“Making you come at least three times is sacred,” he explained. “I worship your body. The shapes I make with my tongue on your clit? I’m spelling out my prayers.”

“You do spend a lot of time on your knees,” you remembered.

“Yeah, well, so do you,” he winked. “But you really do need to get up. And I need to shower before I go warm the car up.”

“Fine," you groaned, wrenching yourself out of his grasp and hopping out of bed.

"That's the spirit," he laughed, getting up with you and starting his own morning routine.

He had to keep you in check to make sure you were ready on time, but with a little encouragement he was able to get you in the car with even some time to spare. And since it was just the two of you and you weren't going to be seen getting out of the car, you could ride passenger and be closer to him.

"What's this meeting about again?" he asked as he took the car around the driveway and out of the front gate, starting the commute to the address you'd given him.

"Director wants me for a project, we're gonna talk about her vision and see if it's a good fit."

"Have you seen a script yet?" he asked, hoping that you'd let him take a look at it if you had.

"No, it's still being written, but the concept sounds amazing. I'll tell you all about it after the meeting," you promised.

He checked the estimated arrival time on the GPS screen and noticed it was even faster than he anticipated.

"Hey, we've got some room for error— do you wanna stop for breakfast?" he offered.

"I want breakfast, but I don't wanna stop," you decided.

"What, like drive-through?" he asked, but then you suddenly reached across the console and slid your hand over his thigh and right over his groin. "Oh, fuck."

You smirked as you leaned in a little bit, resting your head on his shoulder as he started to grow hard in your palm. "Keep your eyes on the road, okay?"

"O-okay," he nodded a little, shifting in his seat to make it easier for you to undo his belt and fly.

You reached into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his shaft— even just that made him shiver and blink a few times to try to focus on driving. Your fingers were a little cold but it was welcome relief considering he was suddenly burning up.

A few strokes were enough to get him fully hard, and it took a deep breath to keep him together as you leaned your head down into his lap, giving a slow lick right over his tip. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath, but you definitely heard it because he could feel your smirk as you kissed up and down his length.

Just when he was about to beg for it, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked, gentle at first but slowly getting more aggressive as he fought the urge to buck up into your mouth.

"Oh god," he sighed, head falling back onto the headrest. Your tongue swiped over his slit where precum had gathered already, and it was just another reminder that you'd already found all his most sensitive places and planned to use them against him whenever you could.

A little hum echoing in your throat vibrated through his cock, making him hiss a little as you started to set your pace of bobbing up and down and stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Little drops of your spit rolled down the shaft to his balls and if he wasn't trying to hard to look at the other cars on the road he would've let his eyes roll back in his head.

Finally, a red light gave him a chance to take his hands off the wheel and grab your hair, stroke your back, hold your face— he didn't really care what, he just needed to touch you.

"Baby," he groaned, "fuck, you're so good… keep sucking my cock, just like that, oh my god—"

A car horn tore him from the moment and made him realize the light had turned green. One hand quickly shot up to steer as he let his foot up off the brake, breathing through his teeth as you sucked him harder and deeper.

Just as he put his foot on the gas, you took him down your throat until your lips met with the very base of him, and the shock made his leg jerk and sent the car lurching forward.

You were laughing a little as you pulled off of him, still stroking his soaking wet length as you popped up to glance out the windshield and then up at him. "Drive much?"

"All the time," he defended breathlessly, "but, uh, not usually like this."

"You can handle it," you scoffed. "All you need to do is not hit any cars or poles or pedestrians. Just relax and let me get my breakfast…"

You went back down with a smirk as he exhaled sharply, silently promising himself that he was going to keep his cool and drive safely.

Instantly, the tip of your tongue just barely pushing into his slit sent that plan out the window, a loud moan echoing through the car and his eyes falling shut for only a moment.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned.

You let out a coy little giggle before getting back into it, returning to your reliable pattern of stroking and sucking with the occasional venture into the back of your throat— but this time gaining speed steadily, making his toes curl inside his boots and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

His metal hand had a death grip on the steering wheel while his other stroked your hair and held you down just a moment longer each time your throat wrapped around his head.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna— oh god—" he tried to warn you.

You moaned approvingly, stroking your hand and bobbing your head faster.

His turn was coming up and he needed to get two lanes over, but at this point he accepted that he was going to miss the turn because he just needed to come down your throat right fucking now; he didn't even hear the GPS announcing that it was recalculating the route, he didn't even care that he was driving way too slow, all he could perceive was the feeling of your lips around him as he throbbed with each pump of his load onto your tongue.

"Fuuuuckkkk," he gasped as he held you down at your neck, making sure you got every drop. But that backfired pretty quickly when he let go and you still didn't come back up, sucking as if he hadn't come at all. "Oh— oh fuck!" he yelped, and his fears that his eyes would fall shut were gone because they were wide fucking open now, his breathing coming fast and hot through his teeth as your tongue refused to let up.

Your little moans made it clear this was not an accident, but a deliberate attack on his senses that made his entire body jolt.

He tried to pull you off of him, and you resisted for just a moment before finally giving him a break, popping up from his lap to swallow what was in your mouth and lick your lips with a prideful smirk. He allowed himself a quick glance at your satisfied expression as he laughed exhaustedly, still trying to catch his breath as you leaned back in your seat.

"You are…" he began, but he didn't even know where to start. "That was dangerous," he decided to inform you instead.

"But it was fun," you grinned.

Another red light gave him a chance to tuck his softened cock back into his jeans. "We're just a few minutes away, so I don't have time to return the favor," he realized with a frown.

"Don't sweat it, I get the feeling you're gonna more than make it up to me tonight."

"What makes you so sure?" he smirked, even though you were completely right.

"Because I'm gonna take you out somewhere fancy, and you always put out after I buy you dinner," you explained with a chuckle.

"It's cause every time we go out, I have to act all professional and stuff, so when we get home I just can't wait to get my hands on you again."

He pulled in to the parking garage of the studio, finding a spot before turning off the car. You were about to grab your bag but he pulled you into a kiss; not so desperate since he'd just come two minutes ago, but still plenty passionate as his tongue slid over yours in search of the taste of himself to remember what you'd done even clearer.

Your lips moved against his with a quiet little moan, so precious that he couldn't stop himself from gripping your waist tightly.

"You're sure you can't be a few minutes late?" he mumbled, barely pulling back as he reached up and held your face in his hands. "We could get in the back and you could ride me real quick."

"Ah ah ah, we know there's no 'real quick' with you, you said it yourself," you reminded him. "You'll say it's just to take the edge off and then I'll end up folded like a pretzel while you rail me for an hour."

He laughed; he couldn't deny that. "Fair enough. Go to your stupid meeting."

"It won't even take that long," you promised. "And I'll be thinking of you the whole time… hard not to when sucking you off got me so wet."

"Fuck," he growled, "you'd better leave now before I change my mind and make you stay."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the nose before opening the door and getting out of the car. He took a moment to watch you walk away before grabbing his newest borrowed book from the glovebox: Tuck Everlasting. You promised this one wouldn't make him cry which was the only way he agreed to read it because he couldn't handle another sad ending again. And, because he was a little too in love to think straight, he actually believed you.

He hadn't told you yet, though; it was way, way too early for him to feel this way at all, let alone tell you about it. For now, the two of you had something great going, and he didn't want to rush it. Well, he did want to rush it, but he knew he shouldn't, so he kept his feelings to himself for the time being.

//

You were heating up some Vietnamese leftovers on the stove (you’d taught Bucky to stop using the microwave to reheat noodles and now he would never go back) while your boyfriend relaxed on the couch, attempting to find something decent to watch with your meal.

“Hey, one of your movies is on later,” he noticed as he scrolled through the channels. “We could watch that.”

Maybe it was weird that you watched your own movies pretty often— after all, plenty of actors preferred to avoid seeing their own performance— but it made perfect sense to you; you took roles in the kinds of movies that you enjoyed watching and wanted to see more of. It wasn’t that you sought out something you’d been in to watch, and it definitely wasn’t that you didn’t cringe a little watching yourself, but you just happened to like a lot of the things that you’d been in. Plus, they brought back sweet memories. “Oh, which one?” you asked, focusing mainly on stirring the food in the wok.

“After Midnight,” he informed you, and your smile dropped.

“Oh. Um, I don’t like that one,” you dismissed quickly, “what else could we watch?”

“Really?” he pressed, unfortunately not following your segue. “It’s pretty popular… I never saw it, sorry, but I figured I should. Is it not good?”

“No, it’s good, it just—”

“Then what don’t you like about it?”

“Do you not know that I did that movie with Sam Wilson?” you finally blurted out.

“Oh…” he deflated slightly. “You two dated, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, over a year,” you remembered, sounding more somber than you intended.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories,” he frowned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“No, it’s okay, it’s not bad memories,” you soothed.

“Well, I didn’t mean to bring up any good memories either,” he smirked. “I guess you guys were pretty serious?”

“I thought so,” you answered, leaving the silent second half hanging in the air: He didn’t.

“Kinda sucks you can’t watch your own movie just ‘cause your ex is in it,” he realized.

“Yeah, that one’s especially hard since that’s how we met and all… and I was basically the only person on the planet who didn’t watch Code Gray while it was on,” you remembered. “I mean, everyone was talking about it and I just had to smile and nod and try to ignore the big-ass billboards in LA with his face on them. You get used to that last part, though.”

“Maybe you get used to it, but I don’t think I will,” he admitted.

“I guess it’s easier when you’ve already seen your own face on a billboard,” you shrugged, turning off the stove and distributing the food into two bowls.

"That reminds me, I saw your perfume ad on the side of a skyscraper yesterday," he told you proudly.

"Oh yeah? How's it look?" you asked as you stuck some chopsticks into the food and brought it with you to the living room.

"Looks good, I guess, but it doesn't really look like you to me. You're so airbrushed I couldn't see all my favorite little details of your face," he admitted as you set the bowls on the coffee table.

"That's the nature of the game," you shrugged, joining him on the couch and relaxing against his chest as he embraced you.

“Dating in the public eye must be tough…” he mumbled. You twiddled your thumbs and wondered if that meant he didn’t want to go public with you. He must have sensed your discomfort; he always did. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

"Would you ever want to… you know… go public? I wouldn't blame you if you'd rather stay this way as long as possible—"

"What?!" he scoffed. "Baby… I don't care about the spotlight, for better or for worse, I just care about you. And I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops if you'll let me."

You grinned and snuggled up into his arms. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he hummed.

“We could, you know… start that process, if you wanted.”

“What about what you want?” he pressed instead.

“I want everybody to know,” you decided with a smile that you tried (and failed) to fight. “I want to be able to go out with you and not worry about who sees or how you touch me.”

He grinned and kissed you, gentle but a little bit less than innocent. "I want that too," he whispered.

"Then let's do it," you announced giddily. "But, let's have dinner first."

//

He was reading as he waited for you in bed, starting to pick up on the fact that you'd duped him into another heartbreaking read. He was about to confront you about it when you returned from the hallway, but you spoke first.

"I just got off the phone with my publicist," you informed him, "she thinks we should get papped together before I post about it on Instagram."

"'Get papped'?" he repeated incredulously as he slipped a bookmark between the pages and set the novel aside. "Is that some sort of hip slang for getting a pap smear because, I'll warn you now, I’m pretty sure anatomy dictates that we can't do that together."

"Paparazzi," you clarified unamusedly as you got in bed next to him. "She wants us to go to lunch or something and tip off a few photographers; it'll be in the gossip rags by tomorrow."

"God, being famous sounds weird as fuck," he shivered.

"You'll find out for yourself soon," you warned, half ominous and half humorous, as you laid your head on his chest. "You're gonna have your own following once this hits."

He grimaced a little, afraid of becoming slightly famous in his own rite just for dating you when he didn't actually have any talent worthy of attention or praise. “Oh god, I’m not gonna have to make an Instagram, am I?”

"No, but you might want to consider a tinted moisturizer," you pondered aloud as you suddenly examined his face closely.

He gently batted your hand away as you reached up to poke his cheek. "Okay, I get it, I'm old. Makeup ain't gonna fix that."

"You're not old," you laughed, "and it's not that there's anything wrong with your face, it's just that everybody looks washed out on camera and the magazines and their readers are fucking ruthless. If I go out without mascara they'll start running shit about how I'm turning into a crypt keeper. God forbid I wear a tight shirt after eating a massive burrito; they'll pick out baby names for me."

"Christ," he groaned.

"You still wanna do this right?" you asked quietly, shifting from joking to concerned so quickly.

"Of course," he assured, clutching your hand where it had been absent-mindedly rubbing over his chest hair. "Do you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, relaxing again. "I can't wait, honestly."

"Then let's do the lunch thing tomorrow. You have to help me pick what to wear, though." Your arms wrapped around his torso and hugged him tight. "Ooh, don't squeeze me so hard, I ate a lot of Vietnamese food," he frowned.

"Sorry," you giggled, still holding him close but applying less pressure. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, instinctively stroking your arm with his thumb for a moment before leaning over to turn off the lamp on his bedside table.

Yes, his bedside table, with a drawer full of his stuff. Next to your bed. It was like his wildest (yet most domestic) fantasies coming true and he was beside himself about it.

"G'night," you whispered, cuddling up closer to him.

"Goodnight," he whispered back, planting a kiss on the top of your head. He stayed awake just long enough to hear your breathing and feel your heartbeat as they slowed down, only then allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

//

You'd convinced him to stick to his usual style of 90% leather and denim, while you opted for the classic "I'm famous but I'm pretending I'm normal but I'm definitely not" look of jeans and a t-shirt that looked casual but actually cost nearly a grand combined. It was the ideal look for allegedly-candid pap pics, in your mind; unfortunately, the ribs were wanted to order were not part of that look, and you frowned a little as you ordered your salad and gave the menu back to your waitress.

"I'll have the same," Bucky mumbled quickly and handed his menu over as well, the waitress nodding before she stepped away.

"Salad? Really?" you questioned, fixing your hair for a moment since the breeze had messed it up slightly; you had to sit outside for visibility reasons, and thankfully the weather was gorgeous, but you could do without the wind.

"I'm not stupid, I know better than to unhinge my jaw to eat a burger when I'm going to be photographed," he chuckled. "I'm not hungry anyways, I'm too nervous."

"Don't be nervous," you dismissed, "all you have to do is sit here and not suppress the instinct to act like my boyfriend."

He reached forward and rested his hand on top of yours on the table, stroking your wrist with his thumb. "How about this?"

You smiled a little, feeling your face warm; sometimes he made you feel all shy and giddy like that, just from the simplest things.

“So, when are the paparazzi getting here?” he asked, breaking the silence that you hadn't even really noticed before, too lost in your thoughts.

“They’re already here. Across the street, behind those bushes.”

“Wha— oh my god,” Bucky gasped as he craned his head to see there were, in fact, cameras obscured behind the foliage, “they’re good!”

“Yeah, it’s too bad they use their powers for evil most of the time,” you frowned. “Spent a lot of time and money trying to keep less flattering pictures out of the papers.”

“How ‘less flattering’ are we talking here?” he pressed with a raised eyebrow.

“Unfortunate angles while getting out of a car… maybe a rendezvous on a balcony that we thought was totally private…”

“Do I want to know who the ‘we’ was?”

“Nope,” you grinned. "That's all in the past now… and right now I'm here with you." For emphasis, you slipped one of your shoes off and playfully trailed your foot up his leg.

"Careful there, honey, or you're gonna end up with some more dirty pictures to bribe some sleaze into deleting," he warned with a smirk.

"Just gotta make sure these pictures make it clear we're not just friends," you explained, shrugging a little but wiggling your toes as you moved just past his knee before going back down and slipping your shoe on.

"Maybe we're just really, really good friends."

"Ever gotten this personal at lunch with a really, really good friend?" you asked playfully.

"No, I don't think so…"

"Ever had sex in the bathroom of a really fancy restaurant?" you added, voice dropping as you grinned.

"No, and I never will," he laughed, "because the chances of getting caught are astronomically too high. We literally came here for the express purpose of getting caught."

"Yeah, fair enough," you deflated slightly, taking another bite of your salad.

It was easy after that: just talking with him as naturally as you always did. He glanced over at the hidden photographers occasionally but you'd all but forgotten they were there.

"Well, I think our job here is done," you decided after a half hour had passed. You stood up from your chair and he followed suit, but he stopped you before you turned away.

"Not quite yet," he smirked as he pulled you closer and into a kiss— one that just barely pushed into 'a little too steamy for out in public' territory. Even so, he was the one that had to pull away first because you quickly got so lost in it that you would've let him go on forever. "Now we're done."

"Yep, that'll do it!" you laughed, hugging him quickly before dropping a fifty on the table (it was a 40% tip but who cares) and leading him back to the car.

//

His phone was already set to give him news updates about you, and he smirked when he checked it after dinner only to see your plan already in motion so easily.

New photos spark Y/N Y/L/N dating rumors

Is Y/N Y/L/N dating again after highly-publicized romance with ‘Code Gray’ star Sam Wilson?

‘Touch of Blood,’ ‘After Midnight’ Star Spotted At More-Than-Friendly Lunch with Her Bodyguard

Y/N Y/L/N and Mystery Guy Get Frisky Over Salads at Lazan Bistro In The Lower East Side

“Now we just have to wait until tomorrow,” you smirked. “Is it weird that I’m all jittery about it? I mean, it doesn’t really matter, cause we’re the only thing that matters, but—”

“No, it’s okay, I’m excited too,” he agreed, setting his phone down and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Although I am enjoying my last day of anonymity.”

“Soak it in, Bucky-boy, most of us don’t get the chance to really appreciate it before it’s gone,” you giggled. “You should go out and celebrate— go grocery shopping, see a movie, something I can’t do anymore.”

“If you can’t do it anymore, does that mean you’re not coming with me?”

“That’s sort of the point.”

“But I’ll miss you…”

“You’re so needy,” you rolled your eyes. “But I like it,” you added with a peck to his cheek.

“Need anything from the grocery store? Or the movie theater?”

“All I need is a kiss before you go,” you decided.

He purred and pulled you a little closer, ghosting his lips over your cheek. “Do I get to pick where it is?”

“Above the belt,” you scolded playfully.

“That still gives me plenty of options,” he smiled as he leaned down to lift your shirt up, deciding to place his slow, gentle kiss onto your nipple. He wrapped his lips around it carefully, circling his tongue around the bud as it hardened.

“Oh fuck,” you sighed, weaving your fingers into his hair.

He grinned and looked up at you, pulling away just a little too soon to hear your pretty whines. Who’s the needy one now? “Can I give you one more kiss, on the other one?”

“Only in the interest of symmetry,” you smirked, moaning when he moved to the other nipple and sucked it a little harder than the last. He let his teeth just barely graze the sensitive skin, your body jolting in his arms at the sensation.

“Oh, I bit this one but not the first one,” he realized, “so I’m gonna have to go back. For symmetry.”

He kissed his way back and gave a rough lap over it before sucking it between his lips and using his teeth just like he’d promised. “God, just fuck me.”

“Really? I thought you wanted me to go out without you,” he remembered.

“Later,” you sighed, “need you now.”

A prideful grin stretched over his face as he stood back up and held you tight, tapping your back to instruct you to jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his hips— which you did instinctively, much to his delight. “Okay, pretty girl, let’s get you to bed.”

[magicman111]

A Moth to a Flame - Chapter One

Marcy watched the sun slowly set on Newtopia as she’d done many an evening before. The sharp squawks of the gulls rang through the orange sky. She looked quite the forlorn figure standing by the hotel entrance, the gentle evening breeze that ruffled her cloak underscoring her solitude.

Her eyes remained fixated in the same direction her friend had taken off, maybe in some fleeting fool’s hope she’d change her mind and come sprinting back right into her arms.

Not a chance, Marbles.

Anne was long gone by now. Hopefully, she’d caught up with the Plantars’ fwagon before they reached the city gate. Judging by how quickly she booked it, the odds were in her favor. That girl didn’t make varsity back home for nothing.

Marcy only hoped those sweet, simple frogs knew just how lucky they were to have someone like Anne in their lives.

Sighing, her head lowered, she licked her wounds slowly.

Really? That easy, huh?  

Could Anne have made it any more obvious that she wanted to get out of there faster than she did? After they’d been apart for so long, and for a family of farmer frogs whom she’d known for what? Months?

No, don’t do that, she pulled herself up. It wasn’t right for her to be mad at the Plantars. This wasn’t their fault. Sprig and Polly were a barrel of fun at the slumber party, providing you disregarded their life-threatening encounter with the jelly-fish ghosts. Hop Pop, meanwhile, reminded her so much of her own grandpa it was uncanny. They were sweet, decent folk who’d taken Anne in and kept her safe all this time. It was just...

Her lips twisted into a bitter frown. How else was she supposed to feel but a little rejected?

However, was she really allowed to complain when holding her tongue was so normalised for her by this point? Marcy was a people pleaser, she understood that much about herself. Anytime Anne and Sasha got into an argument, she was there to keep the peace and everyone happy. So if Anna-Banana wanted to spend more time with her bumpkin frog family than her literal best friend since preschool, who was she to say no?

The story with her folks wasn’t all that different either. When they pressured her to keep up her studies, up to and including PSAT prep despite it being years away, she did as she was told like a good girl to make them proud, and they were. She hoped they were.

Goodness knows what they must be thinking right now—

Nope nope nope! Don’t go there, don’t go there.

She’d already lost too much sleep at night ruminating over the unspeakable pain she’d most surely put them through, it was the last thing she needed right now. She tried to do the logical thing and focus on the positives instead. That usually worked.

Anne wouldn’t be away for too long. They’d be together again as soon as Hop Pop’s contacts returned the Box to Wartwood and then it was off to the first of the three temples to get those gems recharged. Once that side quest was done and dusted, it was a simple matter of finding Sasha and making their way home.

Looking down, she caught herself wringing her hands.

Home.

That sure was the plan.

I mean... what else are we supposed to do?

“Always sad to see someone go, isn’t it?”

Marcy quickly wiped her eyes and glanced over her shoulder to greet the towering form of King Andrias.

Almost instantly, her mood perked up a notch. He was the one person whom she trusted, more than anyone else in all of Amphibia. Ever since she first landed outside the city walls, he took her under his wings and ensured her smooth transition into this brave new world.

Andrias was without doubt one of the kindest and wisest people Marcy could have ever hoped to meet. He was a true listener, and there were very few you could say that about, her parents included. How often had he been there to lend both an understanding ear and sage advice over games of flipwart?

Games she won more often than not, she wasn’t humble enough not to brag.

It was also he who sent Marcy on the daring missions that would eventually make her the hero of Newtopian society she was today. All because he recognised the value of her talents beyond passing an exam or helping her friends with their homework. No other 13-year-old had their own solid gold statue adorning a city bridge.

She owed this king a debt she couldn’t possibly repay, but one he was far too altruistic in nature to demand.

Then, why did he look so... solemn?

“Come along, Marcy. We need to talk.”

Maybe it was his serious tone of voice or those specific choice of words, but they made the hair on the back of Marcy’s neck stand on end. In an almost pavlovian manner, she corrected her posture and she held her chin erect.

Shoving whatever remaining conflicted thoughts aside, she silently followed Andrias back to the castle like a pilot fish tailing its great white. She was so puny next to this tremendous salamander, he could crush her with a single blow of his fist if he so chose. Not that a gentle, goofy giant like Andrias would even dream of doing such a thing.

So when he was dead serious, Marcy knew better to zip it, listen, and do as instructed.

Their quiet journey took them all the way back to the castle and into the royal throne room, a place she was all too familiar with by now. To enter this hallowed hall was a privilege bestowed only to a select few. For Marcy, it was where she had her morning debriefs over bugachinos.

Instead of going straight up to the throne for their pow wow as she anticipated, Andrias guided her down a small passageway to their left.

When they made their way up to the statue of what Marcy recognised as one of his ancestors, one of the great rulers of Amphibia, they came to a stop. Andrias then gazed down at her with the most serious look she’d seen him give anyone.

“Marcy, before we go any further,” he spoke sternly, “I need to be absolutely crystal clear about something. Okay?”

“Y-Yes, Andrias?” Marcy asked, shivering a little. She did not like being pulled out of her comfort zone, not like this.

“You’re about to enter the most secret place in all of Newtopia,” he continued, now down on one knee and his hand hovering over her shoulder, as close as they could be to eye level. “What I’m going to show you... I need you to swear you won’t share with another living soul. Not to Anne, not to Lady Olivia, no one. Do you understand? I can’t emphasise this enough, Marcy.”

“Of course,” she answered earnestly, trying to sound more confident. “You know you can always trust me, Andrias.”

A ghost of that warm, fatherly smile returned to his big blue countenance.

“Trust is a hard thing to come by, kid, and you’ve gone above and beyond to earn mine. It’s just that I’m not exaggerating here when I say this is a big one.”

Marcy simply placed one hand over his huge index, the other over her heart.

She smiled back at him sweetly, genuinely, “I promise.”

“Very well.”

Nodding in approval, Adrias rose. He reached out, pushing a luminous coral torch upwards.

It didn’t take an encyclopedic knowledge of ‘Creatures & Caverns’ for Marcy to predict that the statue was going to shift to the left next, revealing the spiralling staircase leading to Frog knows where. She probably should’ve been more surprised, but come on, it wasn’t exactly the first secret passage she’d come across in this castle lately. 

“Follow me,” was all Andrias said, before he pulled off the same coral torch, then proceeded down the stairs without another word. Marcy followed obediently, unable to ignore the unnerving chill that was now travelling up her spine.

Was it... always this cold around here?

Something about all this just felt so unsettling compared to last time. She couldn’t really explain why; she knew she was safe with Andrias and that he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally put her in harm’s way. It was a gut feeling and that sort of thing bugged a rational person like her to no end.

She tried to take her mind off it by hazarding her best guess as to precisely what he was going to show her. Either she did that or started getting all worked up dwelling on Anne again, which she’d rather not at the moment.

Another secret library, perhaps? Probably not, though she wouldn’t be at all disappointed if it was. Maybe there were forbidden texts about the dark arts hidden away down there. Magic users were incredibly rare in Amphibia these days—Marcy had already searched far and wide—so might this be her chance?

Oh, how the very idea of being able to cast actual magic excited her. Being Chief Ranger of the Knight Guard was a great honor and nothing to sneeze at, but to be a powerful sorceress, one who could communicate with spirits, raise the dead, shuffle the orifices on her enemy’s faces—

Okay, rein those snails in, Mar-Mar.

Her musings were interrupted by a strange noise emanating from below. At first she figured it was just her imagination, but the further they continued their descent, the clearer it became.

It sounded an awful lot like beeping. Yes, that was it. A progressively growing cacophony of bleeps, bloops and chirps, the kind she’d expect to hear from a high-tech supercomputer. Something absolutely alien in a world like Amphibia, she and her friends excluded.

Before Marcy could ask Andrias if he heard it too, she was distracted by the emergence of an orange glow chasing away the darkness below. It was a warm, almost heavenly light that conjured the mental image of a crackling fireplace on Christmas morning, protecting you from the snowstorm outside.

The chill in her spine had by now spread to the crown of her head and the tips of her toes. Her throat tightened up. Beads of cold sweat dripped down her forehead.

What the... Marcy could not say a word, only think.

There was something down there. Something greater than any library, however inconceivable that sounded. Whether it was good or bad was irrelevant to her at that moment.

It called her.

The duo finally reached the foot of the staircase and entered the sacred sanctum.

Marcy’s jaw dropped.

“Woah.”

There were no shelves of books. No ancient Amphibian artifacts. There weren’t even any walls that she could make out from where she stood. Just an apparently endless sea of darkness encompassing a large round platform from which both the enticing glow and the lowkey din of beeps originated.

Marcy resumed taking Andrias’ lead as they stepped out onto the platform, the clink-clank of their boots confirming her assumption it was made of metal. The whole thing appeared more at home on an alien spaceship than in the dungeons of a castle.

Upon arriving at its centre, Andrias knelt down on both knees and, much to Marcy’s curiosity, removed his crown and set it down on the floor. She took the hint by following suit.

Any lingering fears melted away the more she basked herself in the radiance. It was as if the beams were steadily pouring into her body, clearing up her headspace, reducing any tension in her body. She recalled a favored memory from when she was five-years-old, when she and Anne spent a whole summer afternoon by the beach. How the tides would come in and out without fail, washing away the ruins of their sandcastles, the seaweed, one of Anne’s sandles and the teeny tiny baby seahorse they rescued.

Like a nice blank canvas.

Was this a private place of worship? Not according to her expansive studies of Amphibian anthropology. Or maybe it was a place for Andrias to meditate away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the castle. Seemed a skosh excessive if that was the case.

“Truly captivating, I know.”

Andrais’ baritone brought Marcy back down to earth. She straightened up and tried to refocus herself. They were down here for an important reason, at least she believed they were.

“One can spend hours down here,” Andrias boomed ominously. “Adrift in their own thoughts and... dreams.” The light cast his face in a rather unnerving shadow as he stared ahead into the void. “But I’m sure you know I haven’t brought you here to show off my retreat from the world.” He took a long, deep breath, like he was mentally steeling himself for what he said next, “As much as it pains me to say it, I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely truthful with you, Marcy.”

He produced from his sleeve what appeared at first glance to be two giant pieces of parchment and unfolded them neatly on the metal surface. A closer inspection told Marcy they were in fact pages torn from an exceptionally large book. Judging not only by the size, but the font and format as well, she easily pieced together its origin.

“Are these...?”

“From the book we “found” in the wing?” Andrias chuckled mirthlessly. “Yes. Still kinda surprised you didn’t pick up there were pages missing, but that's not important right now. Please, read.”

The platform provided ideal reading light. Marcy’s ability to read at a 12th Grade level meant she cruised through the text and finished within minutes.

She read it once, then twice. A third and fourth time just to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her.

Her bottom began to tremble.

No... Nononono, this... this can’t be right. I-It’s impossible! How in the world can it...?!

No amount of curative rays could unfreeze the blood in her veins. The metaphorical pistons in her brain were firing on full cylinders in a vain attempt to digest this earth-shattering information. For a split second, she thought she was going to pass out.

Desperate, she turned to the stone-faced Andrias to plead for some kind of answer, but she found no words with which to speak. All the personal growth and development that made her Newtopia’s champion had been stripped of her and she was reduced to nothing more than a helpless lost toddler.

A comforting set of giant digits placed themselves under her chin, the same way a father would do for his daughter.

“All this time, I’ve been testing you,” Andrias told her, his voice full of pride. “The games of flipwart, the missions, the “secret library”, even the barbari-ant colony I had lured to the city. I was watching you, studying your every action. With each challenge I issued, you excelled my expectations. You’re an exceptionally talented human being, Marcy, truly worthy of the name ‘Wu’.”

Even if these words were meant to serve as comfort or encouragement, they had only the opposite effect for Marcy. Tears were leaking out the corners of her eyes.

She mustered only a pitiful whimper, “I-I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” he promised, “you will soon enough. He’s so excited to meet you.”

“... He?”

Lifting his mighty hand in the air, he thrusted it into the nothingness facing them. Marcy instinctively followed its direction.

“Marcy Wu,” Andrias’ thundering voice resonated throughout the sanctuary, “allow me to introduce you... to my master.”

No sooner had he finished, the whole world started to tremble at Marcy’s knees, throwing her off her balance. A rumbling, mechanical ROAR struck her ears so loud she had to cover them to protect the drums from rupture. Yet despite this sensory assault, she somehow forced her eyes to stay wide open. She needed to face whatever was coming.

Marcy gazed into the abyss.

And the abyss gazed back with all thirteen of its eyes.

Terror. Pure mounting terror overwhelmed every cell of her being. Her pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks. If her mouth stretched any wider, her jaw risked snapping clean off its hinges.

Everything around her faded into black. Andrias, the platform and its glow, the beeping, all vanished into the ether. All now that existed were herself and those colossal demonic eyes plucked from the deepest recesses of her nightmares, their leer burrowing into her very soul.

Marcy wanted to scream until she coughed up her lungs. Moreso, she just wanted to wake up. This was all a dream, it had to be. A lucid dream that had gone on for far too long. She and her friends weren’t in another dimension inhabited by talking frogs, such a notion was a scientific absurdity. She sure as heck wasn’t a ranger in some anthropomorphic newt army.

Any moment now, her wizard kitty alarm would ring and she’d wake up in her soft, cozy bed. Dad would have left for work by now, planting a goodbye kiss on her sleeping forehead as he did every morning since she was little. Mom would be already making her her favorite congee rice and youtiao for breakfast. Then she would begin the process of packing up her room for the big move to Oregon like a good girl.

Yes, she would even happily do that. Anything to bring an end to this ordeal!

Shhhh

Her train of thought screeched to a sudden halt.

Marcy

It’s gonna be okay

And just like that, as if those were the five magic words required, everything was fine again. No more panic, no more existential terror. Her heart rate lowered to a steady, non-life threatening level.

The tide had risen up and washed Marcy’s mind clean.

Like a nice blank canvas.

What quickly followed was an epiphany of sorts.

There was nothing for her to fear. Once she accepted that fact, the warm sensation from before returned greater than ever, engulfing her in what could only be described as a spiritual hug. She could feel the pair of hands, tender as her own mother’s, caressing her face and flicking away her tears. They even ruffled her raven hair in the same playful manner.

Come to me, daughter of Wu

Let me get a good look at you

Marcy obeyed. Getting down on all fours, she crawled across the nonexistent ground—the laws of physics evidently had no place here—until her face and the eyes’ chief pupil were within inches of each other.

Fresh tears, now ones of ecstasy, trickled down her cheeks and evaporated in the pulsating heat.

“You’re beautiful.”

I know

We’ve gotta lot to talk about, Marcy

And I have a feeling...

You and I are gonna become the best of friends

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Hello there can I please request. bakugo, todoroki, izuwu, kiri , with a s/o who is the avatar and somtimes gets flachbacks of their precious lives before. and tells them about it

Of course! This is going to be so fun to write since I love Avatar! :D

Character Finds Out You’re the Avatar

Fluff 💖

Angst 🖤

Katsuki Bakugou-

Katuski would be in the Fire Nation. Since well, for one he’s very feisty and two, he’s very passionate about what he does. You two met when you were young, you as well had fire bending powers so you both would try to see who was “better” or as good as children could be. Then as time went, you both trained and got more powerful.

Today was different though, you sighed sitting by the water. “What are you doing loser?” You head behind you, you turn around to see Katsuki. “Nothing much, just looking at the water.” You say, turning back around. You can feel him roll his eyes with his sigh, as he sits down. “You see water everyday dumbass.” He says, looking at the water. “Well yes, but I’m trying to think about something.” You say bluntly, you were known for your temper sometimes being short, but to him it just showed that you were willing to deal with his bull. “Something weird happened Katsuki.” You say, looking him in his red, crimson, eyes. He has a confused look. “What do you mean, “something happened?” Like that makes no sense.” He says, confused. You sigh and scoot closer to him. His face turned a slight shade of red when you did, you moved your hand over the water and it started to move. Granted it wasn’t exactly the best, but it was still interesting.

His eyes went wide and he stood up quickly. “(Y/N), do you not know what this means!?” He says, with excitement and fear in his voice. You look up at him confused. “You’re the next avatar you dumbass!” Your eyes immediately lit up, you stood to your feet quickly. “There’s no way!” You exclaim, after that day. It was hard to keep it secret within the Fire Nation, so you had to leave. This was a rough patch with the Hundred Year War, so it wasn’t exactly needed to have the avatar right there. You begun your training, finding people along the way. Bakugou stayed by your side the whole time, and made sure to get you to your strongest point. You would always tell him stories of your past lives, like Roku and Szeto. You always talked about Roku’s, or technically yours, friendship with Fire Lord Sozin. While with Szeto, you talked about the poor conditions there were before the economic balance was restored.

You always had these weird dreams, never knowing what they were. But when it finally clicked, it all made sense. Those were the past avatars, the ones you learned about. That was amazing to you, knowing what gif your here today is unforgettable. Bakugou would sit by the fire with you, listening to these stories. Anytime you had to go somewhere, he would be right by your side. Plus he bragged about how one of his closest friends could beat anyone’s ass.

Shoto Todoroki-

Shoto was in the Water Nation, he’s known for his calmness and having the ability to adapt. Whenever you were young, your parents forced you to leave once they realized you were more powerful than you seemed. You were originally from the Water Nation, you’ve never seen them in person. You’ve only heard stories, so there you were on your journey of training to end the Hundred Year War.

Whenever you arrived, you immediately felt at home. Soon as you took a step, Todoroki was there in front of you. “Who are you? What nation are you from?” He asks bluntly, he doesn’t have time to mess around. You laugh a bit, “I’m from the Water Nation, I was born here.” You say, taking off your hood so you can get a better look at him. He had a big scar on his face and two different colored eyes, he looked you up and down. “How should I trust you?” He asks, you start to walk past him. “Trust me, I am. I just wasn’t raised here.” You say, not stopping to hear with he said next. You went to find Sokka, who is in charge of the tribe. After a while, you walk out of the igloo and there is Shoto still sitting there and waiting. “Did you really wait that long?” You ask, he nods. You laugh a bit and sit down next to the fire.

He sat next to you, sighing as he looked into the fire. After a while of silence, you look at him. “Where did you get that scar?” You ask, his eyes look into yours. “Run in with the Fire nation, that’s why I stay on look out.” He says quietly, you nod. “I’m here for more training, or guidance really.” You say. He looks at you, confused. “I’m the avatar, with (y/n) the avatar.” You say, holding out your hand. He grabbed it, shaking it. “I’m Shoto Todoroki, welcome.” After a while, the fire was slowly dying out. You sigh as you lay down in the snow. He looks at you, slightly confused. “Do you want to come inside? It’s warmer than out here.” He asks, reaching his hand out to you. You accept the offer and stand up, going to his home.

Anytime you got flashbacks, you would feel light headed and lay down. This happened and Shoto looked concerned, seeing your eyes dimly light up and you fall back. After a few deep breaths, you sat up slowly thanks to his help. He thought you were sick but you explained that it’s just the flashbacks, you get a lot from Kuruk, who was the avatar from the Northern Water Tribe. Ever since you stepped foot on that snow, Shoto has been by your side since.

Izuku Midoriya-

You both were in the Air Nomads, you both grew up together and trained together from day one. You guys always discussed the “what if’s” if you ever did become the next avatar, but it just didn’t seem possible at the time. You were focused and calm, but you did have a great sense of humor. “Come on Izuku!” You say, racing him. He followed after you, you guys were basically like siblings. Out of breath you stop, “I forgot how far away that was!” You say laughing, he joins in. You look at him and pause, “Midoriya, what if one of us is the next avatar?” You ask. He looked confused at the thought.

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” He asked. He knew exactly what you meant, but he didn’t want to admit to it. “Like what if one of us is the chosen one? What do we do?” You panicked at the idea but loved it at the same time. You could hear him sigh, “then we do the best we can.” You nod, with the tests coming up, it was definitely nerve racking. Basically with the test, is you have to find the four toys scattered everywhere and if you do that’s a huge indicator. Whenever the day came, you were borderline shaking from fear. Izuku grabbed your friend and squeezed it. Each time they would move it so you couldn’t cheat, it was your turn. You were able to find each toy, everyone was in shock. That’s when your childhood was over, from that point on all you did was train. You were the fate for the world, and all of the peace for the nations.

Izuku was so happy for you, but scared at the same time. He couldn’t lose his best friend but he knows that you’ll bring peace. He would always be there training with you, talking to you, helping you, and even letting you express your worries to him. Anytime you did have a flashback, it would be of Kyoshi and Yangchen. Kyoshi was the avatar from the Earth Kingdom and Yangchen was from the Air Nomads just like you. Whenever the war got serious, you were the first one to step in. He immediately tried to stop you, it never worked. “Izuku, please calm down! I have to do this, for me and the world.” You say, trying to stay calm. “(Y/N), I love you! You can’t go without all of your training yet!” He exclaims, grabbing your hand trying to get you to stay back.

“I’ll be okay, Midoriya. I promise.” And with that you were off. That was the last time you seen him, while trying to protect yourself you froze yourself into a huge ice berg. Whenever two people found you and unfroze you, you had no idea what happened. The war got so much worse, you had to try and remember your training, and worst of it all you couldn’t find Izuku. Whenever you went back to the place you grew up, the place you last remember best, it was in ruins. You started your journey to find him again, you had to.

Ejirou Kirishima-

You met Ejirou when you were coming from the Water Tribe into the Earth Kingdom for training. The Hundred Year War was taking a toll on the kingdom, you could tell. People were panicked and trying to get their affairs in order. You met him when you heard the ground shake and you immediately went into fighting position.

“Hey! Who are you?” The red hair man asks, you turn around to look at him confused. “Yeah, hi! Welcome to the Earth Kingdom!” He goes up to you smiling, “Hi, I’m from the Northern Water Tribe.” You say, going to shake his hand. “Woah! You’re far away, like super far away.” He says, eyes wide. You chuckle, “yeah I’m pretty far away from home. Where is the nearest tea shop? I’m thirsty.” You say, looking around. He takes you to this small tea shop, you both sit down. “Okay, now tell me why you’re here.” He says, he looked serious, you sigh after taking a sip of your tea, then putting it down. “I’m here for training, I need someone who has mastered earth bending to train me.” You say, his eyes are filled with curiosity. “I’m the avatar, I’m here to help fight against the Fire Nation. Or try to make peace.” You say.

“No way! We’ve heard so many stories about you! You’re going to bring us out of this war.” He says with excitement, you smile a bit. “I can help train you! Whether you like me or not, I know some important stuff.” You nod, after that you immediately begin training. He taught you all that he knows and then some, he made sure you paced yourself and you had patience. But when it came down to it, he just liked spending time with you. The journey was filled with adventure, and he was there all of the way. You two became best friends, possibly more. But whenever the time was getting closer, you were petrified. You didn’t want to fight anyone but you knew you had to, and with this, you have to put aside a lot of your ways.

Wait before you went to war, Ejirou seen you stand still for about 5 minutes. Your face pale, clenching your fists. You look at him with tears in your eyes, “they warned me about this war. They told me to be prepared.” That’s all you say before he pulls you into a giant hug. “I’ll help you fight okay? Trust me, nobody is going to win against you.” He says, you nod and try to quickly gain back your confidence. You took in your environment and that’s when it started. You don’t know when it ended, but when it did, everything was in shambles. At least you had Ejirou by your side.

This was so fun to write!

I hope you have a great day! :)

[d0llpie]

Tendou x Reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Warnings: angst, mentions of insecurity, self harm (not explicit), sexual assault, ooc ushijima and smut, please let me know if i missed anything

Word count: 2.8k

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The next morning Asahi picked you up and drove the both of you back to the dorms after finding the janitor and begging him to let him into the building to find your key. The janitor let him in after assuming he was the father of a student. 

 "So how was the date?" Asahi asked looking back at Tendou in the back seat 

"It was amazing" Tendou smirked at you in the mirror and you blushed

"So are you two...dating now?" Asahi was a big softie but he'd still act overprotective of you despite him never actually doing anything physically 

"Yes" you both said in unison not looking at Asahi

You noticed his grip tighten on the steering wheel as he kept driving in silence. 

 Once you'd arrived at the dorms you told Tendou to go ahead while you talked to Asahi 

"so.." you started 

"are you sure about him?" asahi said worried 

"yes, and it's fine you don't have to worry about me" you replied 

"of course i have to worry about you, it's fine if you're happy but you know i'll always be here too" he patted your head and smiled 

"I know Asahi, thank you for picking us up" you smiled and he nodded 

"Make sure you keep your key on you okay?" he warned as you got out of the car 

"Yes yes i know, goodbye" you smiled at him and waved as he drove off 

 The next couple of months were nothing short of a dream. Tendou carried you on his back, back to the dorms after practice each day and the teams had learned to just ignore Tendou's bragging about you. It never failed to make you nervous but he truly did look happy talking about you. At least a few days a week he would come into your dorm and lie his head in your lap reading shounen jump while you braided small plaits into his hair. After you had grabbed lunch at the cafe together you were doing exactly that, he was reading calmly while you twirled his red locks in between your fingers. You watched as his eyes lit up and he sat up and turned to you

 "y/n, are you coming to watch us play Karasuno next week?" he looked into your eyes with that familiar intensity that you fell for 

"Of course i am, i'm excited to see if you can block one of Asahi's spikes" you teased 

"You'll see, i will" he smirked and kissed your cheek lightly before lying back down leaving you flustered and shocked. You loved watched Tendou play, he truly did turn into monster on the court and it excited you to see him so comfortable and agile. You felt a bit jealous though, your team hadn't made it as far as the boys team and you were done playing real matches for the semester, you didn't want to tell Tendou because you knew this could be his last game with the team. He noticed your mood change though, he always did and he sat up in front of you

 "y/n what's wrong?" he looked into your eyes for any sign but he figured you were thinking about volleyball

"Is it because you miss playing volleyball?" he pulled you close to him and you wrapped your legs and arms around him as you sighed into his shoulder. You mumbled yes against him and he chuckled rubbing your back softly. 

"It'll be okay, you still have practice and you'll continue playing matches after break" he kept rubbing your back while his other hand played with your hair. You brought your head off his shoulder and sighed 

"I just feel like i’m gonna be boring without volleyball, you’re always so fun no matter what and i can never keep up...ugh and i should be comforting you it could be your last game" you pouted and connected your forehead to his 

"Just being around you is comfort enough" he smiled and you slapped his arm lightly, laughing at how cheesy he was whenever you were down. He knew it always made you feel better so he continued saying cheesy things until you'd forgotten about your worries. 

 It was the day of the Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa match, you saw Tendou in the morning and wished him good luck before going to meet Asahi. You arrived at the gym with the Karasuno team and wished them all good luck as well before smiling at Asahi and meeting Yachi and Miki in the stands. 

"Hey guys" you smiled at them 

"Hey y/n, so who do you want to win?" Yachi raised her eyebrow at you 

"I honestly don't know, volleyball means so much to Tendou and Asahi has really found himself since joining back, im so nervous for both of them..either way i'll be buying someone chocolate ice cream after this" you chuckled lightly but you really were nervous, you knew that one team had to lose and you were scared for how devastated either one would be. 

 After the first four sets you swore you were sweating more  than any of the players, you were so nervous and tired from cheering you didnt even notice your nails digging into the chair beneath you. Tendou was more intense than ever, he was breaking karasuno and you felt sorry for the pinch server on Karasuno who was crying while Tendou sung from the sidelines. He looked up at you and smiled, you waved back dramatically before looking over to Asahi and doing the same, he smiled back nervously. Tendou watched you and he felt calmer despite you being a ball of energy and nerves. He wanted to win, for you and for his team. He went back onto the court and began playing even harder than before, his guesses becoming more and more accurate every time he went to block. You watched him in awe but you noticed Asahi becoming more and more determined the more that they were blocked. 

 The whistle blew and you stared down the court, many of the shiratorizawa players were on the floor and the Karasuno 3rd years were crying in each other’s arms while the rest screamed. Tendou had lost, you watched him curiously as he just stared up at the roof and muttered to himself. You wanted to run up to him a hug him but you knew you had to wait. Ushijima gravbed Tendou and brought him back to the coach, he was emotionless but you could sense his disappointment even from up in the stands. After both teams had lined up you ran down the stairs and saw Karasuno first, you congratulated the team and gave Asahi a big hug, he saw how you were in a rush and he understood you wanted to comfort Tendou. He smiled understandingly and you ran past him without saying anything. When you saw Ushijima and Tendou walking next to each other you weren’t surprised to see that they both seemed normal, anyone else would think they were relaxed but you could tell they were both upset. You looked at Tendou and wrapped your arms around him and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

“You were amazing out there, you know that?” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, you felt him smile against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You pulled back and looked at Ushijima 

“You played so well, everyone did” you smiled at him and he nodded appreciatively. 

 After you had said goodbye to the Karasuno team and Asahi you went back on the Shiratorizawa bus with boys and girls team. Tendou fell asleep on your shoulder 5 minutes into the ride back and you smiled, running your hands through his hair. He looked so peaceful sleeping which contrasted deeply to the guess monster you’d just seen on the court. 

 Back at the dorms you walked into Tendou and Ushijimas dorm room in Tendous hoodie holding one of his shounen jump copies and a tub of chocolate ice cream with some spoons. He looked up at you and melted when he saw you, he came and wrapped you in a hug kissing your forehead lightly and whispering in your ear 

“Thank you princess” you blushed and sat on his bed opening the ice cream while Tendou made himself comfortable in your lap. 

 You smiled down at him and ran your hands through his hair, he began reading his magazine while you put the ice cream as aids to focus on braiding his hair. 

He loved lying on your thighs and often fell asleep in your lap reading or talking to you about shounen jump while you played with his hair. 

“I love you” you cooed as you closed your eyes, quickly opening them when you felt him tense up below you and realised you had said that out loud. 

Your face turned red and you tried to get up but Tendou grabbed your hip, holding you in place while he stared at you. You avoided eye contact but you could feel his eyes on your face. 

“y/n look at me” you brought your gaze into your lap and he lifted your chin with his hand 

“I love you too” you looked into his eyes and he sat up before he cupped your face in his large hands and pressed his lips against yours. 

 You felt your heart basically jump out of your chest as you melted beneath his touch. His other hand that was on your hip started to move up your waist under your shirt and you shivered feeling his fingers trace your side. Your breath hitched when he cupped your breast, he squeezed softly earning a small moan from you and he smirked while kissing down your jawline. 

You smiled back wrapping your leg around his waist pulling him down onto you, he looked into your eyes for any indication that he should stop but he saw nothing but love and lust. He smiled and said ‘i love you princess’ before sitting up and taking off his shirt before coming back down and leaving marks on your neck. 

You arched your back as he trailed his finger up your thigh and he took the opportunity to unclip your bra. He lifted his hoodie off of you and you averted your eyes as he gazed down at you

 “You’re so beautiful” he whispered before kissing in between your breasts and down to your naval. 

He loomed over you with half lidded eyes as he admired the affect he had on you, your uneven breathing and bare chest was driving him mad. 

His hand made its way from your breast to your throat as he kissed you roughly while choking you. You stared up at him with lust while he slipped his hand past the waistband of your shorts. 

He groaned as he felt how wet you were, for him and only him. He slipped a finger inside of you and moaned into your mouth as you arched your back. 

 He grabbed both your wrists with his free hand and held them above your head while roughly kissing you to silence your moans. Adding a second finger, he started curling his fingers inside of you and you moaned at how his skilled hands worked wonders inside of you. 

 “Princess i need you to quiet down” he said before releasing your wrists and shoving his fingers in your mouth, you felt a knot in your stomach and you were about to come undone before he removed his fingers from inside you. You groaned and looked up at him to see him smirking. 

You felt his bulge on the inside of your thigh and brushed against him causing him to moan into your mouth. You took the opportunity to flip him over and straddle him. He looked up at you surprised as you started kissing down his toned chest and abdomen. He grabbed your jaw and brought you up to his face kissing you roughly, you grinder against him and he moaned loudly in your ear, you blushed at his reaction and started kissing back down his chest. 

 As you released his member from his boxers you looked up to see him with a smug look on his face, you swirled your tongue around his tip and watched his eyes roll back into his head. Satisfied, you started bobbing your head, taking most of him in your mouth while his hand found its way to your hair, gripping it softly as he guided your head faster. 

 He grabbed your jaw again and pulled you up off of him and pulled off your shorts and panties. He dove between your thighs with no warning and started squeezing your thighs while swirling his tongue on your clit, you were panting and moaning so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole dorm building could hear. 

“tendou...i’m gonna-“ you moaned out as he took his tongue out of you and kissed your lips while still gripping your thighs, you were sure there would be hand marks the next day. 

“Not yet princess, be patient” he said before lying down and pulling you onto his face. He started attacking your clit again and you gripped his hair as he inserted his tongue inside you causing him to moan loudly against you, you kept pulling his hair to get the same reaction but he still didn’t let you cum. 

Your legs were shaking now as he put you on your hands and knees in front of him. 

“Look at me” he grabbed your jaw and saw the tears fall down your face, he groaned and kissed your shoulder before lightly nipping at your collarbone 

“you’re so fucking pretty when you cry” he kissed you once more before pushing you back down and grabbing your hips. He put his tip in your entrance before asking “are you okay?” you moaned in response and he rammed the rest of his length inside of you earning a loud scream from you. 

He leant over and shoved his fingers in your mouth before slamming into you again while groaning in your ear. 

 The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and muffled moans as he continued slamming into quickly. 

“Satori” you moaned out feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. He snaked his arm around you and started circling your clit while biting your shoulder. 

You threw your head back and as you were about to come he pulled out and flipped you over

“I wanna see that pretty face when you come for me” he mumbled into the crook of your neck as he left hickeys below your jaw. You were shaking already and your mascara was running down your cheeks, the sight of you so wound up underneath him drove him mad, much like how he felt on the court against after breaking the other players.

He pushed into you again and wrapped his arm under your waist as he left sloppy kisses all over your chest. Your hands gripped his hair as you both moaned. 

“Tendou, please” you whimpered out and he bit your bottom lip as he sped up his pace

“It’s okay baby, you can cum now, scream for me” he could feel himself come undone as you screamed out his name and tightened around him

“fuck” he groaned and shot his seed into you as you both panted. 

He kissed your forehead and smiled down lovingly at you 

 “You did so good princess, don’t move i’ll clean you up” he kissed you sweetly before cleaning up and grabbing his hoodie for you to wear. Your legs were still shaking as he put the hoodie on your and pulled the covers over you before slipping into the bed too. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close before kissing the top of your head and whispering in your ear 

“i love you, my paradise” you hummed in response and fell asleep in his embrace. 

 A few hours later you were both woken up by Ushijima stumbling into the room. You were struggling to wake up and Tendou and Ushijima were talking quietly before Tendou whispered to you 

“Go back to sleep, i’m going to the bathroom” he kissed your cheek and you stirred awake feeling Ushijima staring at you. 

“Hey ushijima, are you okay?” you asked rubbing your eyes, when you opened them fully you saw his face inches from yours and his hand was holding your thigh. You barely had any time to react before he started kissing you and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could taste the alcohol in his mouth and you pushed against his arms but he was so much bigger than you that you couldn’t move. Tears began to prick your eyes as you struggled against his hold. You felt frozen despite your attempts to push him off of you, you didn’t even feel like you were there, you were just watching as he slid his hand up your shorts. He groaned when he felt you and you took the opportunity to push him off and run out of the room.

[gangrenados]

May I pretty please with extra cherries on top ask for the full sfw alphabet with Dickiebird? 🥺🥺 But if not (and I totally understand) can I please have A, B and C? Thank you 🌻

So you got me with the cherries ngl. Hope you like it!! 💖

Warning: this is super long so sorry about that 😅

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He isn't too picky so even a spend a noon with you without running for your life it's a good start.

Dick likes to take out to wander around to city and search for hidden gems, it could be looking out for new restaurants (nothing too fancy) or look out spots. Those dates are always fun.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admire how you can look at the bright side even when the situation is too gloomy. Your optimistic way of seeing life has stuck with him in one way or another, giving him hope that maybe nothing is entirely lost.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Dick wouldn't leave your side, too scared that might get worse. If you're sad he's going to let you cry or rant about what's bothering you if you feel like doing it, if not then he's going to hold you until you don't need him anymore.

But if you're having a panic attack Dick is going to do his best to help you calm down. He's gonna point at random things in the place you two are and ask you kindly to name them so you can on another thing, also he will help you to control your respiration.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Dick dosen't really like to think about the future, it scares him. However, he hopes that his future with you would be full of love and peace, just the two of you having a happy life together without fearing for someone coming up to tear apart that happiness.

He sometimes daydream about you and him living a happy life together, married and with a child, maybe two. Yeah, that's his happy little fantasy and he craves to have one day...

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Dick is a man that likes to have control over everything so he dosen't feel like his life is falling apart, he might end up emotionally blackmailing you without noticing which lead to him avoiding you until he finds a way to end with that behavior.

However, that dosen't mean that he will force you to follow his lead, he dosen't want to make you upset or uncomfortable in some way.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fights are a thing Dick would like to avoid at all cost, so that's one of the reasons he locks up his emotions/ don't tell you when something is bothering him; in the long run all the hidden emotions will explode.

He's bitter and sometimes even cruel when you're in a big fight, his anger blinds him and make him say pretty nasty things that he will surely regret once he has cooled down.

It would take some time for him to collect himself and go to apologize, first he needs to take away his rage and re think everything before he goes to you and he he apologizes you can clearly see how the guilt, angst and sadness is eating him alive.

And I think he will forgive, but forget (in case you were the one wrong) would take a little bit of time...

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He knows he can be a pain in the ass sometimes and his temperamental issues dosen't really help, but he's glad that you can put him in place and calm him down and he's definitely grateful for that.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There's a few things that he doesn't want to tell you and will do his best to make sure you won't be able to find out the truth until it's too late. Dick truly believes that keeping you from knowing the truth will make your life easier, he's afraid that you'd get hurt somehow thanks to his erratic life, so this is way of keeping you safe.

It cost him a death near experience to confess you that he was Robin, yeah you're shocked and angry expression had stuck with him since.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Before you came in his life he was a man full of rage; he was angry at world and himself for not being able to define what he really wanted. You didn't changed him overnight and sometimes he's back at his old behaviours when he's too stressed, but you certainly change his way to see life in a way.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Dick dosen't like to call himself a jealous man because he doesn't get jealous over stupid things. Although it's easy to tell when he's jealous since he will keep you closer to him and his gaze will grow colder, ready to tell the other person to fuck off if they dosen't get the hint that you're with him.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

My boy Dick is a good kisser, he knows how to make you forget about your surroundings with just kiss.

Your first kiss was unexpected and stolen by you during a playful fight, you wanted to distract him and take some advantage. It didn't worked out as you planned since your little kiss transformed into a make out session.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He confessed his love for you by accident, both of you were drunk and having a good time so he just blurted it out with a big grin and kiss. Dick was kind of ashamed for his overly happy behavior, but he was glad that you felt the same way as him.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Dick wants to get married and all the sweet stuff that comes with it, he has dreamed to have a family of his own for so long and starting it with you would be amazing.

Propose: Dould take you to where your first date was and have a fantastic day together.

He would be nervous, but will try to hide it, remembering the words of encouragement his teammates and family gave him (all of the asked him to not screw it, Rachel made him promise it) so when you noticed his way behavior, Dick told you what was on his mind, how he felt about you and then he proposed to you.

I see him being the kind of husband who is supportive, the one who is always there to bring a hand when you have problems and also kiss you hello or goodbye. Dick would be a good husband, trying his best to have a good marriage and if you have kids, provides them love and healthy way of living.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Dick dosen't call you by a bunch of nicknames since he finds the majority of them too cheesy. Call him old fashioned, but his favorite ones are: baby, babe, darling when he's feeling cheesy, or even sunshine

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Dick fall in love hard and he would rather pretend that's nothing is going on until the reality slaps him in the face. It dosen't matter how hard he tries to hide those feelings, the others will start to suspect quickly for his dismay.

Dick is gonna be more calm and even flirty around you, doing his best to not fuck up the moment, also his protectiveness over you will multiply.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

It's complicated, Dick dosen't like to be very affectionate with you in front of the team since he wants to keep the leader image, especially for the youngers. So he will settle for having an arm around you and just a simple peck from time to time.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Dick has many skills that have been quite helpful, such as his ability to help you keeping your life if a criminal wants to kill you, and even his detective skills have getting handy in more than once.

But you must say that his acrobatic skills surprisingly are helpful too, it always puts you in a good mode seeing him do flips around the place when he's bored, he even tried to bring the flexibility during sex but if you're not as trained as him then it surely ended up being a unique experience; you had a lot to laugh in the aftercare, that's for sure.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He's a romantic guy in his own way and it sometimes fall in the cliche kind of romance.

If you two hadn't see each other for too long he's going to settle up a nice and intimate date that will involve wine, candles and takeout since he sucks at cooking. After that it would lead to some fun time if you know what I mean...

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Dick may not see you as much as he would like, but that doesn't mean he won't give you support in whatever you may want to achieve, but he has the tendency to be the voice of reason when your idea seems a little bit too irrational.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Dick needs the thrill to live, he's addicted to it and a routine will bore him quickly.

He would try out some things to make your relationship a little bit more interesting, maybe it would be a new dynamic between you two or something from that sort. However, he wouldn't force you to do the change.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Well, he knows a lot about you and it's good at reading you the majority of the time, but this man can be so clueless that it's amazing how much he knows about you, but can pass unnoticed the simplest things.

He tries his best to understand your problems and bring a solution to them or just listen to what you have to say. However, it might be kind of hard for him to fully understand your angriness if your problem is mundane, but he does tries to understand.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is something very important for Dick and he wouldn't want to be the one who do something to interfere in it, but his vigilante duty tend to step in and steal some of his time with you alongside his training with the Titans and his job.

Sometimes days can go by and you don't hear nothing about him (he says that he prefers not to call you when things are getting out of hands and he dosen't want you to get in the crossfire) or you'll go to bed alone and wake up in the same way. He hates it, but he feels like he's turning back on the city if he doesn't take the high and lows of the vigilante life.

Wild Card - random fluff headcanon but I did a blurb because he's my husband and I love him

Dick couldn't tell how long it has been since he had arrived to your place tired and covered from head to toe in purple-ish bruises. The week hasn't been kind to him, too many dangers trying to damage the city, but he was glad to be resting on top of you, far away from the battlefield for an instant.

The sound of rain crashing against the window was lulling him to sleep, making his eyelids feel as heavier as lead, but Dick didn't wanted to fall asleep. He wanted to make up for the lost time and enjoy your moment together.

The lingering touch of your fingers brushing against his back was oddly comforting, a reminder that you were here and you both were safe.

You kissed him on his head before he failed at his purpose of staying awake and submitted to the luring calmness of the noon and just fall to sleep with warmth sensation of knowing that he could finally rest.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

This man is a fan of cuddling with you with his head resting on your chest and your arms wrapped around him as you caress his scalp, yeah that's his favorite way to take a well deserved nap.

He can get pretty clingy when you two are alone, he dosen't see you that often thanks to his two jobs so he wants to make up for the lost time with you. So prepare yourself for stolen kisses and quick hugs that he isn't sure how to start.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will get himself busy somehow, it dosen't matter if that means drowning in paperwork or doing extra training, Dick wants to keep the fact that you're out as long as possible so he wouldn't overthink.

But when there's nothing left to do, he will listen your voicemails again and even re read your over sweet conversations, but please don'tet the others know about this...

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

You have become someone important in Dick's life and therefore he wants to keep you by his side as long as possible, so he's going to try to maintain your relationship.

Dick would search for you, it doesn't matter how far you and the dangers he has to face. He wants to know you're still out there, safe and sound and you can bet he will try his best to protect you.

Tag list: @nervousfandom @la-femme-lupita @c0-77 @jasontoddismyhusband

[immortalmoxuanyu]

A Gentleman’s Wager

Wei Wuxian thought it was unfair to expect someone to be smart all the time. He knew he was smart, and that wasn’t him bragging. He had to be clever in order to survive.

 It followed that if he needed to be smart to survive hard times, that in times of peace he didn’t need to be smart and crafty all the time.

That’s what he was telling himself anyway. It was the only excuse for why it took him so long to figure it out.

The thing is, at first he thought it was just his subconscious’s way of dealing with being in a new body and coming back from the dead. Both of those things were decidedly weird and if his sleeping mind responded with something weird, well. It was only a problem when he was sleeping, and it was much, much better than his usual dreams. He would take a light scolding from Mo Xuanyu over reliving the deaths of his loved ones any day.

 The first dream, which he had on his way to Dafan mountain, went something like this:

“Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian,” cried a voice that was both familiar and strange all at once. He couldn’t see the source, because the space that he was in was pitch dark. It didn’t seem to be a cave though, which was nice. Nothing good came of cave dreams.

“Wei Wuxian, you traitor,” the voice accused, drawing his attention back to the ‘present’.

Wei Wuxian, being himself, just raised his hands in surrender and said, “Who is it I’m accused of betraying this time?”

A figure stepped into view, easy to see even though there was still no light in this place. He was mildly familiar, in that his face was the one Wei Wuxian saw looking back at him when he caught a glimpse of his reflection.

 Well. That made sense then.

 “Hello,” Wei Wuxian said with a little wave. He was trying for friendly.

 Mo Xuanyu glowered at him. “Wei Wuxian, you bastard. You were supposed to get revenge for me,” he spat.

 Wei Wuxian pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I revealed how they abused you, publicly shamed them, and then caused their death, sort of. Is that not enough?”

“No,” Mo Xuanyu cried. “If I’d just wanted them dead I’d have found a way to poison them. You were supposed to make them suffer,” he said, stepping closer to shove at Wei Wuxian’s shoulders.

 Shaking his head side to side as he considered, Wei Wuxian eventually responded with. “Fair enough.”

Mo Xuanyu was not mollified. “Fair enough?” he began to rant. “You utterly fail the only task for which you are back on this earth and all you have to say is ‘fair enough?’” He shook Wei Wuxian again. Or tried to, anyway. Even in a dream, Mo Xuanyu was not very strong.

“Yep. I don’t know what else you want from me. An apology maybe?” Wei Wuxian replied with his usual flippancy. He stepped back and out of Mo Xuanyu’s reach.

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to get it right next time,” Mo Xuanyu said. “I want to you make him suffer. I want him to lose everything he holds dear. I want you to make him pay .” He raved.

 Wei Wuxian nodded. “I’ll do my best,” he placated. “I don’t suppose you could give me any insight on who you want me to punish?”

 Mo Xuanyu just glowered at him. “If you can’t figure it out you’re even dumber than you act. Some mad genius you are, Yiling Patriarch,” he snapped. He turned and stormed back into the darkness and the dream ended, quickly replaced by something less pleasant.

Upon waking up from that, the conclusion Wei Wuxian came to was that the Mo Xuanyu in his dreams was a manifestation of his guilt at having benefited from a troubled young man’s suicide. Having been a troubled young man himself once… it didn’t feel right.

Asking dream Mo Xuanyu about the identity of the final cut was silly, though. A figment in a dream couldn’t know anything that Wei Wuxian himself didn’t know, right?

 Mo Xuanyu showed up frequently in his dreams after that. He provided some commentary on Wei Wuxian’s nightmares that he could have done without, but he also somehow managed to just. Change what Wei Wuxian was dreaming about. Usually to something about Lan Zhan. At the time he thought that his subconscious was not being very subtle in trying to make him confront his feelings.

The ‘dream’ of Mo Xuanyu got less and less hostile over time. Wei Wuxian thought he and Mo Xuanyu could have been good friends if things had turned out differently. He was bitter and sarcastic, but still witty and perceptive.

 It took him until they were on their way to Guanyin Temple for him to figure out that Mo Xuanyu was not a dream at all. Later, he would be annoyed that this ghost hadn’t bothered to give him any hints as to who the culprit was, but at that point, he was entirely too busy with other things to confront the matter.

 After the events at the temple, Mo Xuanyu was silent. Wei Wuxian had      hoped this meant Mo Xuanyu had moved on. He was sure the Jin Guangyao thought that what had happened there was the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him. Surely that would be enough to appease Mo Xuanyu’s vengeful spirit. The curse thought it was enough, at least.

He might miss Mo Xuanyu, a little bit. When he wasn’t angry, he was fun to talk to, and their conversations kept his less pleasant dreams at bay. Still, if anyone deserved to be able to move on to the next life, it was A-Yu. Wei Wuxian just hoped that whatever had gone wrong in the spell would allow for it.

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Saying goodbye to Lan Zhan again was probably the hardest thing Wei Wuxian had done since he returned to the world of the living. He was sure their separation wouldn’t last forever. Probably.

It was just that Lan Zhan was chief cultivator now. Wei Wuxian knew that his Lan Zhan would uphold his vow to protect the weak and uphold justice. He didn’t need someone like Wei Wuxian getting in his way, didn’t need Wei Wuxian’s still dreadful reputation hanging over him like a cloud of resentful energy.

Wei Wuxian understood why Lan Zhan had not asked him to stay this time (even though this is the one time he might have been tempted to say yes). That didn’t stop it from hurting deep and cutting. It felt a lot like the wounds Mo Xuanyu had left behind on his body, but this time there was no clear path on how to fix it, no revenge to pursue. There was no one to blame but himself.

 Becoming a rogue cultivator seemed like the best thing to do with himself for the time being. He really did need to work on this body’s cultivation, for one thing. For another, it was nice to do something to help the common people. There were many problems in the world that were small enough that the big cultivation sects couldn’t be bothered to assist with. (And, a small, selfish part of him added, if he could become someone who was known for doing good things, maybe his reputation would become good enough to allow him to return to his Lan Zhan’s side).

 Wei Wuxian was completely content with this turn of events, he told himself.

 Mo Xuanyu was not.

The same night that Wei Wuxian parted ways with Lan Zhan, Mo Xuanyu reappeared, nearly as angry as he had been in that first dream.

“Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?” he shouted. They were back in the dark shadowy place, where he assumed Mo Xuanyu’s spirit resided.

“Uh, hello A-Yu. I thought you’d moved on,” was all Wei Wuxian could say to that. He raised his hands in surrender once more.  

“Don’t you ‘A-Yu’ me. How am I supposed to move on when you’re fucking things up?” Mo Xuanyu said, narrowing his eyes.

 “Easily. I’m not fucking anything up, and even if I was that’s not your concern. Your business here was finished when Jin Guangyao died, was it not?” Wei Wuxian tried.

 Mo Xuanyu scowled and turned away. Wei Wuxian could practically hear him gritting his teeth. He took a deep breath, as if to calm himself, then turned back to Wei Wuxian, continuing as if Jin Guangyao had not been mentioned.

“I’ve been watching you pine after Lan Wangji for long enough that I’m pretty sure it’s my business now,” he said. He marched up to Wei Wuxian and pointed at him accusingly. “You are the only man I’ve ever known that had a real chance at happiness with the man he loved. And you’re throwing it away.”

 Ah. Wei Wuxian could see how the current situation might be upsetting to the quintessential tragic cut-sleeve.

“A-Yu,” he chided, channeling his sister’s gentle countenance, “I know it seems like I’m screwing up, but I’m not. Lan Zhan and I just need some time apart.” He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner as he continued, “If death couldn’t keep the two of us apart, I don’t think a few months of me helping the common folk will change things between us.”

What he was saying was not a lie, per se. Lan Zhan cared about him deeply, that much was true, but any romantic inklings he had felt had clearly faded over the years that Wei Wuxian was dead. He really didn’t think that time spent apart would change that. He      knew     that he didn't have a chance of happiness with Lan Zhan. Not the way Mo Xuanyu was thinking. But he was not going to say that when the spirit that somehow lived inside him was angry. That would be stupid.

Mo Xuanyu scoffed. “You’re just going to walk away from him and expect that to be okay? You’re not worried that he’ll move on from you, or find someone else?”

 Wei Wuxian frowned. Mo Xuanyu was usually more perceptive than that.

“If Lan Zhan didn’t give up on me while I was dead, I doubt he’ll do it now,” he pointed out.

 Mo Xuanyu rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

This was starting to bother Wei Wuxian. First Mo Xuanyu thinks that Lan Zhan is in love with Wei Wuxian and wants to be with him, and now he thinks that Lan Zhan is fickle and will abandon him. Surely Mo Xuanyu is the fickle one here, not Lan Zhan.

“How about a wager, A-Yu?” Wei Wuxian proposed.

Mo Xuanyu gave him a flat look. “What kind of wager?”

 “The kind that will get you to stop slandering the esteemed Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Wuxian said with a grin.

 Mo Xuanyu made a ‘continue’ gesture with his hand, expression unchanged.

“I bet that by this time next year, nothing will have changed between Lan Zhan and me,” Wei Wuxian said. “If I’m right, you will stay out of business that is between him and me.”

“And if you’re wrong and things do change between you, for better or worse?” Mo Xuanyu asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, what do you want?” Wei Wuxian asked.

Mo Xuanyu’s brow furrowed at that. “I’m not sure…” After a considerable silence, he asked, “Can I decide later?”

Wei Wuxian knew it had been a long time since someone had offered Mo Xuanyu a choice of any sort, so his indecision was understandable. “Of course. If I lose the bet I will go along with whatever you choose. So long as it’s not something that requires me to get more revenge,” he smiled as he added the last part. It was mostly a joke.

Mo Xuanyu nodded. “Alright, I can agree to that.”

Wei Wuxian patted him on the head before he pulled away. “Good. Now please let me go back to sleep. I have very important rogue cultivator things to do in the morning!”

 Mo Xuanyu rolled his eyes but released him from the dream’s hold.

[sharkbaitsekki]

Zakkura at the Golden Saucer. Fluffy but funny! Though, honestly, I'll be happy with anything. Thank you!!

The pressure was on Cloud now, and it was nearly palpable in the air around him. All of his muscles were tense as he waited, slowing his breathing and trying to focus. His grip around the leather tightened. His eyes darted around to collect all the information he could later use to his advantage. His entire body was taut like a bow, aimed and ready to find its target true. Cloud only had one mission to fulfill here tonight, and failure was absolutely not an option. Too much hung in the balance of his success. 

“Let’s do this fair and square,” his opponent smirked, and Cloud glared at him in return. 

“Bring it,” he taunted, and took one last deep breath as the announcer chimed in. 

“And... begin!”

The bang of the starter gun was deafening, but not as deafening as Zack’s whooping as he kicked his chocobo into a well-timed starting sprint. 

“Seeya later, Cloudy!” Zack taunted, sticking his tongue out at the blonde who frowned at his own missed start and kicked his canary yellow chocobo into a gallop. 

“It’s okay,” he reassured his mount (and himself). “This is the long track. Zack stands no chance if he doesn’t remember that.”

His chocobo crowed in acknowledgement, and settled into its rapid pace. Cloud kept his eyes peeled for obstacles, leading the animal over the initially simple bumps and turns in the race track. He didn’t mean to brag, but he was actually quite talented at chocobo riding. 

It just so happened that Zack “Golden Child” Fair was also good at it. Unfairly so. Cloud just wanted to knock him down a peg, finally have something to tease Zack about, for all the teasing the latter did for him. 

Speaking of the man, Cloud huffed self-satisfactorily as he saw him turn the next sharp bend. As expected, his charcoal grey chocobo had slowed down after its initial burst of energy, allowing Cloud to catch up with his steady pace. 

“How’s that overconfidence treating you?” he taunted as he came up behind Zack, enjoying the brief flash of panic in the older boy’s eyes. 

“Rather well, thanks for asking!” Zack grinned, not seeming too worried. “Don’t worry Cloudy! I’m sure you’ll look ravishing in that dress!”

“Like I’d actually let you force me into another one of those things.” Having brief flashbacks to Don Corneo’s mansion, Cloud could only shudder. 

He focused on avoiding the more treacherous mountain terrain for a bit, distancing himself from Zack to take it easier and steer his chocobo away from the pitfalls and rocks, smug when he noticed Zack’s chocobo trip and stumble in the distance with a loud crow and an accompanying cry of surprise. That was Cloud’s opportunity to catch up again, this time side-by-side with Zack. 

“Don’t get your feathers too ruffled when I win,” he scoffed, lowering his body to ease his chocobo into a sprint. The wind whipped past him, whistling in his ear, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover up the sound of Zack’s loud, unrestrained laughter. 

“Was that a pun?” he laughed, also lowering his weight to keep up with Cloud in his sprint. “I can’t believe it. A pun! From Mr. Sunshine himself!” 

“Stop talking,” Cloud gruffly said, feeling his cheeks heat up despite the cold wind on his face. “I’ll push you off your mount.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Zack’s voice suddenly dropped and oh, there was the competitive streak that had started this ordeal in the first place. A shiver ran across Cloud’s body, heating him up at the sound of that tone. 

“Don’t test me,” he threatened, bringing his chocobo closer until he was within reach of Zack and shoving his shoulder roughly. At least Zack hadn’t seemed to expect it of him, his chocobo veering off course slightly and narrowly avoiding a protruding tree root in consequence. 

If Cloud wore a smug smirk on his face as he took the lead, nobody saw. 

“Hey, I’m coming for ya!” Never the quitting type, Zack quickly caught back up to him, this time taking the lead on the assault by trying to bump Cloud’s chocobo off the path. Cloud pulled on the reigns tightly to keep his mount on the right track, and while he was focused, Zack leaned over and grabbed his arm. “Two can play at that game!”

“Let go!” Cloud grunted, trying to shake the annoyance off, tightening his legs around his mount to use both of his hands to pry Zack off. The latter only seemed to be having the time of his life like this, also letting go of the reigns in order to wrestle Cloud in what was likely a violation of at least four rules on the racetrack. 

“Come on, Cloudy, you can do better!”

“You’re so annoying... Get off!”

“Can’t make me! I’ll do what I have to to win!”

“In your dreams, weirdo.”

Zack laughed at that, genuinely amused, and perhaps it was the radiant grin on his face that suddenly took Cloud’s breath away. His heart skipped a beat as if free-falling when he looked at the sheer happiness on his partner’s expression. 

Less than a year ago, golden days like these seemed unattainable for both of them, each one stuck in a nightmare of their own. How far they’d come, Cloud realized, simply by never giving up on one another. 

Instead of having his eyes on Zack’s blinding euphoria, however, he should have paid attention to the racetrack. It was the panicked cawing of his chocobo that drew him out of his contemplation, and he turned to the front urgently. 

Too little too late, Cloud noted the boulder in their path at the same time as Zack did. Just when Cloud felt the grip on his arm begin to loosen, their chocobos let out twin cries of panic and each split into a different direction to avoid the boulder. 

“Whoa!” Before they knew it, they were both free-falling off their mounts, hanging on tightly to one another in the absence of all else, the gesture nearly ingrained into them after so long of it having kept them alive. It wasn’t too tall of a drop, but when they landed awkwardly in a tangle of limbs, it was undeniably painful. 

“Oww....” Zack groaned, finally letting go once they were on solid ground, sitting up to rub his head where he’d cracked it against the ground. 

“This is why you should’ve been more careful,” Cloud complained, mimicking the action and cradling his elbow where it had impacted the ground painfully, lightning bolts shooting all the way into his shoulder. At the sight of him, Zack’s face only split into a grin again, despite the spot of blood welling up on his forehead. “Hey, be serious for a second!”

“No way,” Zack chuckled. “That was fun. Sucks we didn’t finish the race though.”

“Zack!”

“Is your arm okay?” 

“Yes, it’s...” Cloud groaned, realizing he wouldn’t be winning this. “It’s fine. Zack, that was dangerous.”

“There are worse dangers in life,” Zack casually said, and meant it. Shrugging, he put his hand out to inspect Cloud’s arm, making sure it wasn’t broken. “So wait... if neither of us won, then who’s going to wear the dress!?”

“Nobody’s wearing dresses!” the blonde grumbled, jumping when Zack touched a sensitive part of his arm. 

“But you’d be so pretty...”

“I will end you.”

Zack laughed at that, letting Cloud’s arm go to instead cradle his jaw in his hands. They were dusty from the fall but warm, and Cloud immediately felt his heart skip a beat. Almost on instinct, his eyes darted down to his lips, feeling light at the sight of the beautiful, simple smile etched on them. 

“Alright, it’s a tie, then,” Zack conceded in a softer voice, caressing Cloud’s cheek. “Consolation prize?”

“You’re such a baby.” He said that, but Cloud did lean in to kiss him, soft and brief, enjoying every moment of it. It was at times like these that he realized how close he’d come to losing Zack forever, and he hated the feeling of anxiety that came with all of their moments together. 

“Mhm,” Zack hummed, drawing back and then back in for another kiss, slightly longer this time. “Sorry for pushing you off. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine.” Cloud didn’t dare open his eyes just yet, just in case this was just another mako dream. “Glad you’re well enough to keep making fun of me.”

“I’ll make fun of you even on my deathbed,” Zack promised lightly, although there was something bitter to it that prompted Cloud to lean in and hold on tight to him. 

The two of them stayed there for a minute, tangled in one another and breathing softly in tandem, letting the joy of their peaceful moment together wash away all the doubts that always sat at the back of their minds. The “what if”s and “could’ve been”s faded from attention, replaced instead by the acute awareness of how warm, solid, and alive they were under one another’s hands. 

Cloud couldn’t imagine where he would be now if not in Zack’s arms. 

“Hey! Lovebirds!”

“Well, moment’s over,” Zack chuckled, moving away from Cloud just in time to see Aerith ride around the bend, heading their way on a beautiful white chocobo. Tifa followed not too far behind on a pink mount, worry etched on her face as she spotted them. 

“We totally saw you wipe out on the cameras!” Aerith laughed shamelessly as she stopped next to them. “You two owe damages to the racetrack owner, just saying.”

“Oh, good. More money we don’t have.” Cloud punctuated that sentence with a glare directed at his other half, who, in return, simply chuckled sheepishly. 

“Oops.”

“Well, climb on. Tifa and I will take you back,” Aerith prompted. “Gotta say, though... there really are more romantic places to make out than on the chocobo racing track.”

“Eh,” Zack shrugged, helping Cloud stand and linking their fingers together. “We’re used to just taking whatever opportunity we can get.”  And Cloud clung on tightly, renewing his eternal vow never to let go.

[innittowinit]

Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (Chapt. 3)

relationships: sbi + tubbo

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

Techno, Wil, Tommy and Tubbo go together :) chaos ensues

Chapter word count: 2643

AO3

Games were never peaceful with Tommy around, the boy had a habit of creating chaos where-ever he went. Befriending Tubbo had probably been the most he had done to surprise anyone though, nobody expected the loud blonde to bond with the quiet Brunette. What they didn’t know though, was that Tubbo shared just the same amount of chaotic energy as tommy; they were both beacons for destruction, the fact that Tubbo liked his alone time more only made this better since Teachers were keen to partner them up, convinced that Tubbo’s good manners would rub off on Tommy.

Spoiler alert! They didn’t. Instead, Tommy helped Tubbo come out of his shell, all the energy he had kept inside was finally able to be shared with someone and that made him feel great. Tommy loved it too, he loved his brother’s but there was nothing like the feeling of having a friend who you genuinely could be yourself with. Very quickly after becoming friends, they had pretty much become joined by the hip. Not in the same way as Techno and Wilbur though, they were both perfectly fine away from each other, but if they had the chance they’d laugh and yell and play for as long as possible, loving every second of it.

“Tubbo! Watch this!” Tommy laughed as he pulled his friend into his room, pulling out a toy record player. Nobody was sure why but the kid had an obsession with the discs, most people put it down to him just looking up to his big brother and wanting to get into music too. “I got a new disc! Look! Look!”

Switching it on, the toy started spinning the plastic disc around slowly. Anyone older could tell you that the ‘disc’s’ just had little speakers at the top and a sensor that told it when to play the music, but for Tommy and Tubbo, it was incredibly real. The two sat transfixed around the little box as it played the song, Tubbo looking up to his friend with a big grin once it ended.

“That’s really cool, Toms’”

“Yeah! Mum got me it because I finished all my chores without her needing to ask me” Beaming, he popped the little disc out of the player and put it away, sliding it carefully onto the shelf. It was sweet how much effort he gave to things he really cared about, he knew he had worked hard for this and he was proud of himself.

This day just kept getting better, Tommy thought to himself as he heard his brother calling for him, spending time with them was always a lot of fun. “Hey Tommy!” Wilbur chirped while knocking on his door “Me and Techno are going off to L’manburg now if you wanna come, Phil’s still at-”

As he opened the door, Wilbur’s face scrunched up into an expression Tommy didn’t recognise. He bet he would have said a bad word if he and Tubbo weren’t there. It took a minute to mull the situation over but he quickly realised that the sudden drop in mood was because they weren’t supposed to tell anyone about the secret base!

Tommy felt a little bit like a detective, he had been able to figure out what was wrong with Wilbur without even needing to ask. Now that he thought about it, Wil was very good at doing that too, Tommy rarely had to actually ask for thing’s if he felt sleepy or sick. He wondered why Wil was so good at that. Maybe grown ups were just better at those things, he couldn’t wait till he was 13 too.

“Aw c’mon Wil, Tubbo’s good at keeping secrets! Let’s go! Let’s go!” The boy sprung up and hopped over to Wilbur, tugging on his arm as he tried to convince him. It didn’t seem to be working. Wil shook him off and folded his arms, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.

“Tommy, it’s a secret for a reason-”

“Tubbo can join in on the secret! Please Wil! You like Tubbo!”

Wilbur shook his head and sighed, glancing to Techno, who seemed to be standing outside the door, for confirmation on what he should do.

“Okay fine. But you can’t start going off there on your own, you still need one of us to take you okay?”

Tommy nodded excitedly and ran back to Tubbo, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up, the poor boy still not knowing what was going on.

“Tommy?” Tubbo questioned, eyebrows perking up as he grinned, even in his absolute confusion he was still happy, because Tommy was happy, and that meant something good was happening.

“We’re going to the secret base Tubbo!” Tommy practically yelled it as he ran downstairs, tugging Tubbo along with him. “We’re going and it’s going to be so fun! I’ll show you all my favourite spots! But you need to promise that you won't tell anyone, not never! Ever never” His seven year old grammar skills weren't the best but at least he got his point across.

The duo sat at the bottom of the stairs, giggling and chatting as they got their shoes on. Recently Tommy had got some good white ones with a red cap on the toes, he thought they looked amazing; the best part though was that they were big boy lace up shoes, granted he couldn't tie his laces yet but he was still very excited about being so grown up. When he had first got them, he had bragged to Tubbo for hours about how he was such an adult now because of the shoes.

After Techno tied up Tommy’s laces for him, the four were off on their way to the old theme park. It had become a habit at this point, a daily routine. If they went all day with nobody visiting it, things just didn’t feel right. For Tubbo though, the walk through the woods was definitely not a habit, it was quite frightening actually.

“Psst” The shorter boy tugged on Tommy’s T-shirt, “You sure this is the right way? There isn’t even a path here..”

“Yup!” Not recognising Tubbos worries, Tommy just nodded and gave him a grin with a thumbs up. He was far too excited to show his friend around their spot.

Tubbo nodded.

After a ten minute walk through the woods, Tommy running and skipping the entire way, Techno and Wilbur having some kind of silent conversation with their eyes, and Tubbo silently panicking about the possibility of getting lost in the trees, they made it to L’manburg.

Overgrown as ever, sign large and rusted, it stood tall among the nature surrounding it. Tommy was the first to sprint over to the entrance, Tubbo’s hand clasped in his own as he pulled him along. It didn’t take long for Tubbo to become just as excited as Tommy was as he looked around. A whole amusement park, just for them. Any kid would have jumped at the chance.

“I know all the best spots! C’mon C’mon I’ll show you!”

And just like that, the two boys had run off to explore the park. Neither Wilbur or Techno saw any reason to go after them, Tommy knew his way around and he knew which places were stable enough to climb on, what they didn’t consider was that Phil was usually around to make sure he didn’t climb too high and get hurt.

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Tommy led the way, most coasters had a path of steps up to the first big drop, he supposed that was for maintenance. It didn’t matter much now though, to him it was all a big climbing frame.

“Tommy this doesn’t seem safe, do your brothers usually let you go up this high”

Tommy just nodded and climbed higher, loving the feeling of wind in his hair as he looked down and saw the whole park, he could even see Techno and Wil sitting in the old pool as usual, he wondered what they were talking about.

“Do you know how to monkey bar Tub?” Tommy smiled as he sat down where the steps ended, he felt the presence of his friend sitting down next to him. He didn’t want to scare Tubbo but he really wanted to show him the best spot. Not even his brother’s had seen this since they were all too heavy to climb up here, he wanted to share his spot with someone.

Tubbo nodded, grinning a little as he looked down, he was still nervous but Tommy seemed to know this place well. Plus! He could monkey bar very well.

When he looked beneath them, he saw some murky looking water, this place must have been abandoned a long time ago because a considerable amount of it seemed to be flooded beyond repair. For a moment Tubbo wondered what kind of animals had overtaken that section and then he shook his head, deciding that it didn’t matter and he was good at monkey bars so he shouldn’t need to think about it.

“Hmm okay” Tommy smiled, swinging his legs back and forth, like he was on a swing “Okay so you see that big Water tower? You only need to swing a few times before you get to it, there's a loft inside and it’s a good place to hang out. I think The coaster used to pass through it, the loft probably had like spare parts or something though” Tommy smiled as he pointed to the tower, a few metres ahead of them, then to the tracks that they would be dangling from. “Just Monkey bar from the tracks and then I'll help you into the water tower if you find it tricky to pull yourself up.

Tommy went first. Anyone would have told them to stop had they been supervised. This was absolutely not something two seven year olds should be doing. As his small body swung from track to track, Tubbo took mental notes, memorising just where he put his hands. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared but he was excited too, this was cool! Sliding himself down on the tracks, he felt his weight shifting between the steps and his hands. Feeling breathless, he moved across the rails, one at a time. Tommy was spouting out encouraging words for him as he refused to look down but he couldn't hear him, he was just focusing on not falling. Eventually he felt Tommy’s hands clasp onto his arms, pulling him up and into the water tower.

“Oh my god..” Tubbo chuckled, crashing into Tommy with a big hug “That was so cool! Tommy you do that on your own? All the time?”

With a nod and a big grin the taller boy hugged him back, Tubbo was good at this stuff but dangling off a rollercoaster would scare anyone.

“So this is a secret? No grown ups know?” “Not a single one.” “What about your parents?” “They think we’re at the playground” “I’ll keep it secret too then. I think this is really cool Tommy!”

…

“Yeah but these super mean boys who just moved in are trying to take it away. Wilbur killed one of them though so I think it’s done now” “Wilbur’s cool”

The boys sat there, just chatting, for hours; Tommy showed Tubbo a couple more places you could get to from inside the water tower but eventually the sun started to set and they knew it would be time to head back down.

Like before, Tommy went first with the Monkey bars, then pulled Tubbo up. The walk down was always scarier since it was so steep, even with so much practice Tommy still felt like he’d fall down sometimes. They made it though, Tommy running down the final few steps flawlessly, muscle memory kicking in as he saw his brother’s waiting for them at the bottom.

Unfortunately for him, Tubbo didn’t realise the only reason Tommy could run this part was because he had done it so many times. The brunette let go of the railing and sped up, foot slipping off the small wooden steps and leaving him to fall through the gap between the rails and the steps.

It wasn’t a far fall at all. It was barely over two metres; it was enough to knock the wind out of him though, and it was enough to scare a child.

The trio came rushing over as soon as he had lost his footing, Tommy crouched beside him, trying to be a big boy and not make a scene. If Tubbo had gotten hurt it would be his fault, he was the one who insisted he came, he was the one that took him up an old coaster. This was his fault.

Tubbo looked hurt. He had flushed cheeks, like he was trying to be a big boy and not tear up, and he had a bloody knee that he had caught on his way down.

“Tech’? You've got some stuff for thing’s like this right?” Wilbur glanced over to his brother, after Wil had thrown a rock at George, Phil had insisted someone carry at least some supplies to clean out a wound god forbid someone got hurt again. It felt stupid that they needed it, Wil knew he should have been more responsible.

After getting a small green pouch out of his bag, Techno crouched beside Tubbo. He waved his arm a little but Tubbo didn’t understand what he meant, he knew about Techno’s problems with talking, Tommy had told him about it, but he had never bothered to try and learn how to read him. It was just too hard to try and understand all the different things, they could be so subtle and mean something else entirely.

Techno furrowed his eyebrows, was he mad? Then he waved his arm again and pointed to Tubbo’s knee. Still not understanding, Tubbo started to get a little upset; he felt incredibly guilty for this, he shouldn't have been reckless, now Techno was trying to help him and he couldn’t even understand him.

“Stick your leg out Tubster” Wilbur hummed, sitting on the opposite side of him and pulling Tommy into his lap, half because the boy was usually getting tired by now and half because he wouldn’t stop moving around and tugging at Tubbo, which he was sure would make Techno’s job harder.

Thankfully, Tommy didn’t put up a fight, he just leaned his head on Wilbur’s chest and watched the scene take place. Wil couldn’t help but wonder what he did all day that tired him out so much.

Techno carried on, carefully dabbing at the cut with some kind of alcohol Phil had given to him. He made another motion and Tubbo looked straight to Wil, feeling a little embarrassed that he couldn't understand.

“Bend your knee” Wilbur placed a hand on the boy's back, trying to provide some kind of comfort for him since he was sure it didn’t feel nice having to have someone translate everything for you.

With a plaster stuck over the cut, Techno helped him stand back up, looking over him one last time to make sure there was nothing else, before putting the med-kit away.

By now it was getting dark, Tommy had fallen asleep against Wilbur’s chest and Tubbo looked like he was almost there too. There was no doubt that he and Techno would be in trouble for not bringing them home earlier, yet again.

God. Wilbur thought to himself. They really needed to Teach Tommy how to read time, if he kept going off on his own.

----

“Wow Wil, I see you brought one of them back with a bloody knee. Upgraded from throwing rocks at kids your age, to throwing them at seven year olds?”

“Fuck off phil”

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How Insufferable

A/N: I’ve had major writer’s block the passed couple months and I really am trying to dive right back in and I got this request and I really love this concept. So, I’m going to try my hardest to write something for it, I think I can and maybe it’ll help me get out of my funk! Enjoy guys😊

pairing: bill denbrough x reader

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Richie’s eyes drooped with boredom and he had to push his glasses up his nose to stop them from falling off as he peered over the lenses and sighed heavily, “God, please forgive me and end this torture. I don’t know what I did so wrong to be cursed with a bickering bunch of idiots. I repent, I swear to fuckin-”

“Shut the fuck up!” You and Bill’s heads whipped in Richie’s direction as the words fell simultaneously from both of your lips and his eyes perked up in astonishment.

“Are they fucking serious?” He pushed his glasses up his nose again as he sat forward and turned to look at Bev who was trying her best not to bust out into laughter. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged at Richie, no words spoken, “All they ever do is argue and talk talk talk, I swear my head is gonna fuckin’ explode if they don’t shut the fuck up!” He tugged at a loose curl to bring it out of his eyesight and huffed in annoyance.

Richie wasn’t wrong, though. You and Bill Denbrough were the last two people anyone would want to be stuck alone in a room with. For some reason, you and Bill could never manage to get along growing up. Your friends loved you both to death, but not when you two were together. The term ‘opposites attract’ could never be anymore false when it came to you two. You and Bill were so very different from each other to the point that either of you would find anything and everything as a valid point to argue.

You could point out that the sky was blue and somehow Bill would manage to disagree and list off as many reasons as he could to prove his point was true. It made no sense, but you would do the same thing to him and after awhile all of your friends decided that you and Bill together were completely and utterly insufferable.

Today, you found yourself sat in Bill’s living room with the rest of your friends, trying to decide on the first movie to watch of the night. It was Friday and that meant your weekly movie night with your friends. This week, you had to suffer through a night at Bill’s. No one ever went to Eddie’s or Bev’s for movie night, but the rest of your houses were always rotated between every week. Of course, Bill made a movie suggestion and you disagreed. Cue the arguing.

“We’ve been here for an hour and a half and haven’t even picked a movie yet...” Eddie sighed as he watched the two of you bicker.

“Okay, that’s it, I’ve had it. I’m going to grab a movie and put it on and I doubt they’ll stop arguing long enough to notice, so it doesn’t even matter.” Ben spoke curtly as he stood up.

“Yeah, well I doubt we’ll even be able to hear it over all the arguing.” Stan ran his hands through his curls in frustration.

“Who cares, we’ll turn the volume all the way up and they’ll take the hint... hopefully...” Mike piped in and his comment didn’t help to lighten the mood very much.

Ben walked over to the shelf of movies in Bill’s living room, trying to squeeze by the two of you as the arguing began to get more intense. He grabbed a random movie, not bothering to actually look over his choices.

As the movie started, Richie reached for the remote and turned the volume all the way up and suddenly, you and Bill’s bickering ceased. The two of you looked over at the TV and back at your friends who all eyed you in frustration for a brief moment.

“What is this? We didn’t even all agree on this movie!”

“Oh, for the love of God, do you realize how long we’ve been here, Bill?” Stan raised an eyebrow at Bill who stayed quiet and didn’t answer his question, “Exactly. We’ve been here for an hour and half and for majority of that time the two of you have been arguing over the fact that you can’t agree on a movie, so we just picked one and put it on. We’ve wasted enough time listening to you two.”

You and Bill looked at each other, completely flustered and silence settled over everyone as you both sat down in defeat.

“Fucking finally...” Richie grumbled as he stuffed some popcorn into his mouth and slouched into his spot on the couch.

“Shut the fuck up!” Once again you and Bill simultaneously snapped at Richie who scoffed and threw his hands up in the air as he looked around the room at everyone, who in return all shrugged their shoulders and snickered at him.

“I hate it here...” He spat under his breath.

—

“No fucking way.” Your breath hitched and you felt your face heat up with complete and utter anger as you watched a proud and pompous Bill wave the paper in his hands in front of your face.

“Oh, yes fucking way, babe.” He smirked down at you and Bev pursed her lips to try and hide the smile that was threatening to creep its way onto her face. It seemed like out of everyone in your friend group, she actually enjoyed the back and forth bullshit between you and Bill.

It was your last summer as high school students and everyone had gotten their acceptance letters to the college of their choice, Bill being the last. As much as you clashed and found that you were very different people, you both had managed to dream of getting into the same college and what do you know, you both had gotten in.

You and Bill would be going to the same college and you swore you could have exploded from the anger that was coursing through your veins. Everyone else had decided on different colleges and when it had come to everyone’s attention that you and Bill chose the same college it became a huge joke amongst the group. There was constant teasing from everyone and for some reason you seemed to be the only one bothered by it. Bill even found it quite amusing.

“Do not call me fucking babe.” You spat your words harshly at him and crossed your arms as you sank down in your seat on Ben’s couch. It was another Friday night full of movie fun time, but you were most definitely not having fun at this point. Bill was late and came barging through the door halfway through the movie, bragging about his acceptance and you wanted to rip your hair out. You thought this would be the end of it and you would find your peace away from Bill and only ever have to see him when you came home for the holidays, but boy were you wrong...

“Alright, you two need to cut this shit out. Now that you’re going to be stuck with each other at college maybe it’s time you try and put your differences aside and I don’t know, start getting along.” Richie raised an eyebrow suggestively at the two of you and you scoffed at him, but Bill was completely silent. Almost as if he was thinking about Richie’s words intently.

“Yeah fucking right.” You grumbled and Bill coughed awkwardly.

“I mean, maybe he’s right. You’re gonna be stuck with me at college, do you really wanna be so angry all the time? Maybe... maybe we could try and be... friends...?” Bill looked almost pained at his own suggestion as his eyes hesitantly locked with yours.

“Am I dreaming? Is Bill really offering a truce right now? Somebody pinch me.” Stan teased and Beverly cackled.

“Yes, he’s really offering a truce, Stan. It’s really happening, don’t worry.” She smirked as she looked over at the two of you and you scrunched your nose up in annoyance at her. It stayed silent for a few moments after that as everyone eyed you expectantly, waiting for some sort of response.

Your face fell and your demeanor softened as you uncrossed your arms and sighed heavily. You looked up at Bill and spoke as though it took everything in you, “Fine..”

“Wait, what was that? I uh, I couldn’t quite hear you.” Bill’s smile was sickeningly sweet as he cupped his ear and leaned toward you in a teasing manner.

“I said fine!” You raised your voice and Eddie flinched at how loud you were, causing Richie to snicker and everyone else looked just as amused.

“Good.”

“Good.”

—

The rest of the summer you and Bill had managed to get along somewhat, trying to get into a routine that you were both comfortable with. You carried it with you into your start at college together, but had plenty of moments where you swore you would break. You could never understand what it was about Bill that tested your nerves so much, but he did.

Richie always joked that there was this undeniable sexual tension between the two of you, but you always brushed his comments off considering who he was. I mean, it was Richie Tozier for crying outloud, he managed to make everything about sex.

If you were being honest, the idea of fucking Bill didn’t seem that unappealing, but the idea of bashing his head off of a wall didn’t either. It was quite the dilemma for you and you had no idea how Bill felt about Richie’s comments or if he thought you were attractive, too. A part of you wondered how he might feel inside of you or if he would sound hot talking dirty to you.

You hadn’t had sex in a very long time and anytime you found yourself sexualizing Bill, you told yourself it was the fact that you had gone so long without getting anything that made your thoughts run wild and let you think of Bill in such a way. You couldn’t possibly be thinking straight...

“Hey!” You snapped out of your thoughts and slammed your textbook shut on your bed at the sound of Bill’s voice ringing through your ears. You jumped up and grabbed the blanket from your bed, trying to cover yourself. Considering you were in your own dorm room, you had been lounging in your panties and an oversized t-shirt.

“Do you ever knock!?” Bill smirked at you and the way your cheeks turned bright pink as you clutched the blanket tightly around your body.

“Sorry, babe, you left the door unlocked and I had some good news. I knocked, but you must have been too busy with whatever you were doing to hear me, so I just came in.” His eyes trailed over you and you mentally cursed yourself for getting lost in your thoughts when you did.

“Bill, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me babe?”

“Sorry, sorry. Just so used to getting under your skin and that one always worked.” He shrugged in amusement and you rolled your eyes at him, “Anyway, there’s a big frat party tonight and I figured you’ve been super stressed lately. Maybe this would be a good chance for you to unwind and have some fun. You’re always so worked up. You should come, I’ll give you a ride and we can hangout. We’ve gotta get along remember?” He smiled at you and you thought about the idea for a moment before nodding.

“Fine, sounds like fun. I could use a drink... or thirty...” He laughed at your response.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up here at 8. Be ready.”

—

8:02pm

“You’re late.” Bill teased you as you slipped into the passenger seat of his car.

“Shut it, Denbrough.” You laughed as you rolled your eyes at him. It seemed like you had been doing that a bit too much lately.

“Yeah, yeah.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he started the car and pulled off, “You look nice.”

“I look nice? Damn, I was sorta going more for a hot look, but nice works, too.” You joked.

“Well, I wanted to keep it sweet. Usually, if I said anything along the lines of hot I’d be a gross pig and we’d start arguing right about now.” He made a valid point and you blinked at him for a moment before looking out the passenger window. You wanted to look anywhere but at his face right about now.

The rest of the ride was almost completely silent except for the low volume of the music coming from his car radio and it was almost painful how awkward the silence was. You were certain the car ride was a lot longer than you anticipated when you pulled up to the frat house, but maybe that was your mind torturing you.

Before you could let yourself out, Bill was on your side of the car and opening the door for you. You stepped out onto the pavement and ignored how clammy your palms had gotten within mere seconds after experiencing how nice Bill could be to you. Sure, you two had been getting along a lot better since going to college, but there was something different about tonight. You didn’t linger on the thought for long and your feet carried you to the front door with Bill right behind you. His hand rested on the small of your back as you both squeezed through the crowd of college kids outside on the front lawn and your cheeks began to heat up. Get it together, y/n...

Once inside, after about twenty minutes you and Bill had parted ways and somehow you found yourself against a wall while some drunk frat guy hovered over you, his hand resting against the wall above your head as he talked and bragged about his position on the football team. Or was it lacrosse? You weren’t too sure, because your mind was more focused on the nasty cheese breath wafting in your face and you wanted to get rid of him badly. You caught site of Bill across the room and he was talking with some girl who was wearing practically nothing, but he was facing you and he locked eyes with you for a moment. He could read the expression on your face very clearly and excused himself from his conversation.

“Babe, is everything alright over here?”

“Oh hey, yeah everything is great. Just listening to Jimmy over here tell me about his football team winning the other night.” The frat guy looked at you confused.

“It’s... Johnny.. and I was talking about my lacrosse team.” Bill stifled a laugh and patted Johnny on the back.

“Well, Jimmy- I mean, Johnny...” Now it was your turn to stifle a laugh, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve got to steal the lovely y/n from you now. I think we were just heading out, weren’t we?”

“Oh shoot, that’s right. I’m sorry, he’s my ride.” You pursed your lips and threw your hands up in a sense of defeat.

“Well, could I grab your number?” You heard him, but pretended as though the music was too loud and you looked at him quizzically.

“What was that?” You shouted over the music dramatically and he went to repeat himself as Bill dragged you away from him.

You both made it to the kitchen and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in. You opened your mouth and went to thank Bill, but he spoke before you could, “Nice one. I was this close with that chick, Penelope. She definitely saw me taking you away from that frat douchebag and probably thinks we’re screwing so there goes my shot.”

You blinked at him in disbelief, “Wow, and to think, I was about to thank you for saving me back there, but never fucking mind! God, you always manage to remind me why I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Oh shut up, not my fault only the douchebags like you and try to get in your pants. You know, who you attract says a lot about who you are as a person, did you know that?”

“Wow, fuck you, Bill. What if he was trying to rape me or something? You should wait before you open your mouth and complain about my distress, considering you were the one who wanted me to come here in the first place!”

“You’re so overdramatic! Obviously he wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“No fucking shit, but you didn’t know that. You’d look like a real piece of shit for talking to me like that if he had been.”

“Well, he wasn’t.” He was being rather cold and you were so stressed that you weren’t sure how much you could take right now. You went to open your mouth when suddenly, people were barging into the kitchen and knocking into Bill, causing him to spill his cup of whatever he was drinking, all over your outfit. You were a bit tipsy and fuming with anger, so your first thought was that he had purposely spilled his cup on you and instead of trying to one up him and maybe throw your drink back at him and humiliate him, you felt tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Go fuck yourself, Bill.” Your words came out low and shaky as you slammed your solo cup on the counter, vodka splashing out of the cup.

“y/n, wait-” You knocked your shoulder against his as you stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs of the frat house you were in. You weren’t sure why you had chosen to go up the stairs rather than out the front door, but maybe Bill being your ride had something to do with it.

You opened the door of the first bedroom you saw and instantly slammed it shut behind you. You went to lock it when suddenly someone was opening the door and keeping it open with their foot when you pushed back.

“y/n, let me in!” Bill urged you to open the door.

“No, leave me the fuck alone and let me know when you’re done and ready to leave since you’re my fucking ride. I’ll be fine up here locked in this room!” You continued to push back against him, but it was no use. His foot didn’t budge and he was much stronger than you. Suddenly, the door was flying open and he was looking at you while trying to catch his breath. He looked at your white blouse, seeing the beer seeping into it and the mascara streaks running down your face.

He felt weird for it, but he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked soaked in beer and your makeup a mess.

“Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me? What the fuck do you want?” The hurt and embarrassment was evident in your voice and he sighed heavily as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down in silence.

“Listen, it was an accident. I didn’t throw my drink on you on purpose. A bunch of frat assholes came into the kitchen and bumped into me and my cup spilled on you. I would never go that far. As much as we butt heads and don’t get along, I would never intentionally hurt your feelings and embarrass you like that.”

“Oh, fuck you, you’re so full of shit. You coincidentally get shoved and accidentally spill your drink on me mid argument? Yeah, right.”

He huffed in frustration as he stood up, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Are you fucking serious? You really think I’m that much of a dick? What did I ever do to you for you to think so lowly of me? Seriously, I’d love to fucking know. If you hadn’t noticed, it seems like it’s a one sided effort on my part, for us to get along. You’re so wrapped up in the idea that I’m the asshole, that you’re acting like one!”

“Oh, so I’m the asshole!?”

“Yeah, yeah you are!”

“God, you’re so fucking insufferable! I can’t stand you, I hate yo-” Your eyes widened when your sentence was cut short by Bill’s lips on yours. There was no way this was happening right now, “What are you doing?” You questioned him as you pushed him away slightly, your eyes searching his.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m sick of this tension and the more I thought about Richie’s theories, the more they made sense. I mean, why else do we act this way toward each other? Every little thing about me sets you off, vice versa. Yet, when I walked into this room and looked at the way your shirt got all see through from that spill, I couldn’t stop thinking about taking it off of you. Don’t tell me you’ve never had a single inappropriate thought about me, because then you’d be lying.” His words were coming out in a low whisper and his face was inches from yours and your head was spinning and your throat was suddenly going dry.

“So what if I have?” You tried to sound confident with your words, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to.

“Then why did you push me away? It wouldn’t be so bad if we, y’know, got rid of some of this tension. Would it?” His breath mingled with yours and you swore you weren’t tipsy anymore, it was just your brain trying to wrap itself around exactly what was happening here.

“You know, it’s quite conceited of you to assume that I’m sexually attracted to you to the point of establishing a horrible relationship with you just to avoid the fact. Maybe you’re wrong.” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“God, you are one stubborn woman.” He shook his head as he grasped your wrists in his hands and pulled your arms away from your chest, “We should get this off of you, before you reek like cheap beer and get sticky, don’t you agree?” He let go of your wrists and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you gulped and nodded your head. What the fuck was happening?

He reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, “Okay, this doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. Just help me clean up.” He nodded at you and pulled you against him and dipped his head down to lick and suck on your chest all in one swift movement. You bit your lip, trying not to moan. It had been far too long since someone had done anything like this to you and to say it felt good was an understatement.

“Like I said, didn’t want you to get all sticky. Figured we could save some paper towels and I’d just use my tongue.” He spoke softly against your ear and you shoved him away and toward the bed, the back of his knees hitting the end of the mattress and suddenly, he was falling backward onto the bed as you locked the door of the bedroom before turning back around to face him.

“Just shut the fuck up and let’s get this over with.” You spoke quickly as you climbed ontop of him and he smirked up at you as he wrapped one hand around your waist and used the other to steady himself as he scooted backwards and against the headboard. He reached up and behind you, unclasping your bra rather quickly and you raised your eyebrows at him, somewhat impressed. For some reason, even though you had thought about Bill many times in that way, you always let your bitterness toward him get the better of you and you assumed he was one of those guys who all the girls gawked over, but when given the chance he was a complete fumble and two pump chump in bed.

In that very moment of him unclasping your bra effortlessly and his head dipping down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you realized how wrong you might be. This wasn’t going to be some horrible experience that you’d regret or something you had only let happen because of how horny you were. This was going to be one of the best experiences of your life and it was about to be with Bill Denbrough, the one person you thought you couldn’t stand more than anyone else.

You raked your fingers through his hair and your fingers dug into his shoulder as he continued to lick and suck at your nipples. You grinded your hips downward into his and he let out a low sexy groan. His erection was undeniable and damn, he was big. You didn’t even need to see it out of his pants, you could tell. Suddenly, he was flipping you over and hovering above you with a look in his eyes you’d never seen before. A look that made you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to give yourself some sort of friction. He used his knee to pry your legs apart and settle himself between them, his erection pressing against you through your underwear while the skirt you wore bunched up around your waist.

“I know you’ve thought about me plenty of times. Like today, when I walked into your door room I know the reason you didn’t hear me knock was because you were thinking about me, thinking about what it would be like to have me inside of you.” With each word spoken, he grinded against you harder and harder and you whimpered at the way he spoke. He really did sound hot when he talked dirty to you..

“Th-that’s not true...” You bit your lip as you tried to keep a straight face while looking up at him.

“Oh, stop lying already. You’ve wondered for a long time what I would be like in bed, huh princess?” He dipped his head down to your neck and dragged his tongue across the nape of your neck as he thrusted against you again. You moaned and found your hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets below you, “It’s okay to admit it. I’ve wondered about how much of a little whore you could be for me if I got you in bed and here we are. Now, let’s see how much of a whore you are.”

You let out a few shaky breaths and the emotions running through you were strange. If you weren’t in such a vulnerable position and also weren’t so insanely horny and Bill ever talked to you like that, he would have gotten a slap to the face. That was certain, but at the moment you found yourself getting wetter and wetter with each dirty thing that fell from his lips.

He leaned back and began to unbuckle his belt. You reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans for him and helped him pull them off as quickly as possible as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Shoes fell from your feet and his as you both kicked them off. He reached down and under your skirt, his fingers playing at the waistband of your panties. You whined slightly and bucked your hips and he laughed at how impatient you were. His fingers toyed with your panties for only a few seconds longer before he slid them gently down your legs. Goosebumps rose against your skin and suddenly he was throwing your panties behind him and over his shoulder and his head was between your legs.

He gently ran his index finger and middle finger over your slit, loving the feeling of how wet you were for him, “You’re so wet for me. You like to be called a whore don’t you?”

“No, I actually don’t, but there’s something about the way you say it.” You didn’t look down at him right away as you spoke, but when you did he looked ready to destroy you.

“So...” He slid one finger inside of you as his face hovered over your center, his hot breath hitting your core, “if anyone else called you a whore in bed you’d be mad, but I can call you my whore and that’s okay?” You moaned at the way he slid another finger into you by the end of his sentence and curled them as he peaked up at you, a sly smile on his face.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Your words fell from your lips breathlessly and he pumped his fingers faster and faster at the sight of you writhing back and forth in pleasure.

“Be a good little whore for daddy then and cum for me.” He pressed a kiss to your clit before flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh and curling his fingers inside of you repeatedly. You felt the heat pooling in your stomach and you were certain you would explode any second.

He let his tongue relax and swirl lazy circles around your clit and then fast circles and back and forth between the two as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside of you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it princess, cum for me. You’re daddy’s little whore, right? I’m gonna make you cum so many times tonight you’re going to lose count. We’re just getting started.” He had pulled his head away from your center, replacing his tongue with his thumb so he could talk you through your orgasm and by the end of his sentence you were clenching around his fingers and moaning so loud you were sure someone would hear you over the music downstairs. He pulled his fingers out of you, your cum dripping down his fingers and he reached up to your mouth with them, “Clean it up, please, you’ve made quite a mess.”

You looked at him with big eyes and flushed cheeks as you grabbed his hand and licked every last drop of yourself off of his fingers. He looked at you in awe, before he climbed ontop of you once again and settled himself between your legs. He dipped down, pressing his lips hard against yours as you slid himself into you. You whined into the kiss and gasped as he continued to slowly slide himself into you as far as he could. He really was huge and you not having sex in over a year wasn’t helping the pain. He groaned as he reach down and gripped one of your thighs tightly in his hand as he slowly slid back out of you only about halfway and then back into you rather quickly this time.

His pace quickened and he leaned back and pulled away from your lips, letting go of your thigh. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your feet behind him and changing the angle of his thrusts causing him to moan as he grabbed a hold of your skirt bunched around your waist. His hand gripped the fabric tightly as he pounded in and out of you and his other hand grabbed one of your legs from around his waist and threw it over his shoulder.

You gasped and let out a loud moan as your knuckles turned white from how hard you had been grabbing onto the sheets beneath you, “Does that feel good? Is that the spot? Is daddy’s little whore gonna cum again?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whined and bit your lip as you looked up at him, ready to come undone all over again.

“Be a good little girl and cum for me.” He groaned as he went harder with each thrust into you. You bucked your hips upward and your leg fell off of his shoulder as another orgasm washed over you and your walls clenched around him, “God, you’re so tight.”

Suddenly, as you came down from your high he flipped you over and one of his hands came down against your head, pushing your head into the mattress as his other hand helped his cock slide back into you from behind. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as you whimpered beneath him at how rough he was being out of nowhere. His other hand winded back and came down hard on your ass and he pulled your head against his chest by the fistful of your hair in his hand. His other hand snaked around your neck and you felt like you were going to collapse, you couldn’t even steady your breathing as he relentlessly continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna-”

“C’mon, let go. Cum for me again like the little whore you are.” His words cut you off and drove you over the edge, another orgasm hitting you hard. Your legs began to go weak and your body started to go limp. He let your hair go and you fell forward on the mattress, ass in the air once more.

“Bill, oh my god, I’m cumming.”

“That’s it, that’s my girl, cum for me.” You moan at the way he calls you his girl and your orgasm continues to hit you. You could have sworn you were seeing stars at this point and then he’s asking you, “Can you give me one more? Daddy needs you to cum for me one more time.” He’s pumping in and out of you rather slowly as he questions you and you whimper, but you nod your head nonetheless. He grabs onto your hips and his thrusts quicken once again.

He hits your spot repeatedly and your walls tighten and untighten around him and he moans at the way it feels. Your body is practically shaking as he pounds into you just a few more times and that’s when it hits you. His thrusts become sloppy and right as he pulls out to unload himself on your back your orgasm hits you, but it’s rather different this time. You moan loudly, your legs giving out and suddenly, your laying in complete wetness as he finishes onto your back.

“I get bonus points for making you squirt like that.” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion before you realize that’s why it’s so wet. Bill actually made you cum four times and you squirted one of said times. You were rather impressed with how good he was. You just hum in response, unable to move for a moment.

He sifts throught the dresser and grabs a couple of random shirts, one for you to wear and the other to clean up the mess he made on your back.

“So, we should probably hurry out of here before we get caught. Don’t want anyone thinking you got black out drunk and pissed on this randos bed, do we?”

And there was the Bill you knew...

“Fuck you, Bill.” You shakily stood up and he was already dressed. Quickly, he’s grabbing your panties and helping you put them back on before grabbing the t-shirt he had found for you and pulling it over your head.

“Let’s get you home, squirtie.”

“Okay, this is never happening again, I don’t care how good it was. You’re still an asshole.”

“Yeah right, you’ll be calling me over tomorrow night, don’t worry.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Why? I’d rather have you do it for me.”

“Oh my god, just drive me back to my dorm and shut up.”

Smirk.

Eye roll.

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I think that was actually pretty good, but I didn’t fully proof read it so if there’s any mistakes then oops lol. Hope you guys liked it😌

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28. After the Morning After

Word Count: 3742 Previous

Guiltless Grace was the Grace that Grace liked the best. Nothing would convince her that she was wrong, because even if she was, she's human and allowed to make mistakes. Perfection plagued her a long time and she wouldn't be bringing any of that into her 23rd year. 

She woke up early, only a couple of hours after sleeping and called Hazel. 

"Hello!"

"Morning! How was your first night away?"

" I can handle it. I've slept in crazy places before. Lucy's is nice. They have an elevator!" 

"They live in a penthouse, so yeah. What are you having for breakfast?"

"Sugary cereal!" Hazel cheered. "It's GREAT!" Grace had to choke down getting upset about that. Sugary cereal wasn't great, but it wasn't going to kill Hazel to have a couple of days of it, even though that's not something that Grace ever bought.

"I stayed awake most of the night, so I'm going to get back to sleep soon."

"But you missed me?" Hazel asked.

"Yes."

Hazel laughed, "Get a life, Lady!" She joked. She and Grace laughed. "I'll bet I miss you tomorrow. I'm still enjoying myself… Are you enjoying yourself?"

Grace glanced around the unfamiliar room and looked where her swan goddess gown had been tossed onto the floor... It was gone now. Simon must've moved it.  Meanwhile, she was in nothing but an oversized MIT hoodie that Simon let her borrow. She supposed she was enjoying herself, but truth be told, she didn't feel like the pay off for letting loose last night was worth all of the self doubt of today. She had allowed Simon to be near her again… "I'm allowing myself to be imperfect," Grace said. She didn't lie to Hazel, ever. She just… tried to figure out ways not to potentially scar her with whole truths. She wasn't going to tell her details about Simon, but if it came up, she would be honest that she was there. It came up.

"Your presents from Simon look really nice… I want to see that Idol Princess doll ASAP!" Grace had forgotten about letting Simon take photos. He must’ve posted them to his social media already. Of course Hazel wanted to see that doll. Hell, she could HAVE it… "I've been bragging to Lucy how my mom is gonna be a doll now. She's jealous, of course." 

They talked until it was time for the girls to head to school. Grace sadly let Hazel off of the phone and finally climbed out of the bed. Simon stirred on the couch when she peeked into the living room. He seemed to be having a nightmare. He was curled up with Samantha at his feet and Grace's fur coat over him presumably for warmth. He still looked to be freezing though and she realized that maybe the rental didn't have extra blankets. She felt bad as she went to pull the one off of the bed to cover him with, setting her coat aside first. He snuggled into the blanket, but didn't wake up. He also appeared to be sleeping a little better with it.

Grace studied him for a moment. He looked so different than he used to, in terms of scars and age, but here, sleeping, he was like the little boy that she met and fell for very quickly. That is, if the little boy's hair was starting to gray and his worries had caused deep lines in his face. Still. He looked at peace. She leaned over to give him a kiss on the temple and ordered a ride to come pick her up. 

Her dress had been folded and placed on the trolley with her gifts. She peeked outside and it was pretty cool out there. Enough that she wanted to keep the socks that Simon had given her after her foot rub. They were really comfy and soft. Perfect. She was gonna take them. But, she removed his sweatshirt and got back into her dress. Her hair was.. a mess… nothing she could do about it at the moment. 

Whenever she got the alert for the car, she pushed the trolley outside and gave the driver a tip to pack it for her. She went to grab her purse and coat, brought the trolley back inside, gave Simon another kiss and left.

He heard the door shut and his eyes flew open. Simon jumped up and went to the door to look out. He saw a car down the road, but didn’t recognize it. He locked the door, wondering if he’d left it unlocked last night by accident. After a quick bathroom visit, he peeked into the bedroom and… Grace was gone. She left his sweatshirt on the bed, had changed back into her dress and was just gone. That must’ve been the door. 

He frowned, but she HAD told him that it wasn’t going to mean anything, and he agreed to proceed anyway. Her panties were still on the floor… He picked them up and tucked them into his pocket, unsure if she would want those back or not. He shot her a quick text: “Left in a hurry. Forgot your panties.”

“Lol. Thanks. I’ll grab them later.” 

He sighed and looked at his desk. He had work to do, but he was still sleepy, and now depressed, to boot. He set an alarm for later in the day and went to bed. It was more comfortable than the couch and it smelled like Grace. He wasn’t sure if that would make it harder to sleep or be more comforting. His jaw was killing him, and he knew that was a combination of Shana’s fists and Grace’s thrusts… but it was totally worth the discomfort this morning of having had Grace seemingly satisfied with his oral ministrations a few hours ago. 

He wanted more, of course he did. But, he hoped that she was at least minimally impressed by the fact that he graciously accepted what she was willing to give him. 

It was amazing, for him, actually. Simon hadn’t done that with her before. He chuckled to himself. If he had, maybe he would’ve turned his life around much sooner. He frowned at that joke, even though it only existed inside of his head. But, now he was back to thinking about the reason that she didn’t trust him with her body again. The way he had handled her the first time…

Simon had been selfish. Honestly, he simply used her body to get himself off, bending and moving her in whatever way seemed pleasing to him and because she loved him, she did whatever it took to make him happy… then he just stabbed her in the back. He hated feeling like a broken record, but he could never let go of who he had been back then, and she definitely couldn’t either. If he even seemed to be too close to her face she flinched and moved back. If his hands touched her, no matter how gently, she became irate as she flung them away. She didn’t want anything to do with him, but he was probably very convenient for her. He knew that he had to be fine with that. He had to be fine with her limits, her boundaries, her rules. He wasn’t, but he had to be and he was going to make sure that he seemed to be. “Thank you for allowing me to give you some attention this morning,” he texted. 

She took a moment thinking before eventually just replying, “Welcome.” In another text, she said, “I’m going to be sleeping last night off today. I’ll text you whenever I’m available to swing by.”

“Okay. Sweet dreams.”

“Thanx. Bye.”

.

Grace woke up around 1 pm. That was the latest that she had woken up in years, and not something that she ever did very often. She had several missed calls and texts from her friends. No more from Simon, thankfully, and sadly, none from Hazel. She had numerous notifications from her social media accounts. Most likely birthday wishes. She ordered some food and got ready for the day while she waited for it to arrive. Her legs felt a little bit sore. She had been dancing longer and harder than she did in her day to day last night. And had definitely used muscles she didn't usually at Simon's. So, she rubbed some oils into her muscles and stretched everything out.

While she ate, she checked all of her messages. All the girls wanted to know how she was today and Chapa was especially concerned (her friend from Julliard), so she messaged her first, since she hadn’t been there for the end of the night, then she decided to just go live, as it was easier than addressing everyone individually. 

“Hey, everybody. Forgive me for looking homely today. I traded in the beauty rest for an amazing time last night. I just wanted to show everyone my face and give thanks for all of the birthday wishes, as well as all of the concerned messages of friends who saw me get a little wilder than normal last night. Special thank you to my friends who celebrated with me and to those who wanted to celebrate with me but just couldn't. You’re all so very amazing…” She read a few of the incoming comments basically reassuring her that she was indeed still exceptionally beautiful, congratulations on having a fun birthday, and belated birthday wishes. Then, someone asked, "Did you see Simon for your birthday?" 

“As a matter of fact, I DID see Simon on my birthday. He was a total gentleman and got me some really nice gifts.” 

Then, the comments became a sea of interest in Simon, her relationship status with Simon, questions about his gifts, thoughts on whether or not she should entertain gifts or visits from him, and she ignored them to conclude, “Well, I just wanted to check in with everybody. I will be seeing the people that I planned on seeing today and I hope all of you have a wonderful rest of your day. Quote of the Day: I will hold myself to a standard of Grace, not perfection.” She winked and ended the video.

She noticed that Simon “loved” it, and she continued eating and went to scroll his page. He did one birthday post that had all of the photos of her receiving her gifts from him, but it also had this LONG ASS caption that she only skimmed through, seeing it was basically more of his groveling - claiming that she was the most perfect person in the world and that he didn’t deserve her to ever forgive him nor did he expect them to ever be on good terms again, but he was really grateful that they could be the way that they are and every pinch of her energy given to him was more than he had earned, etc. 

She avoided the comments, but accidentally saw one person say something along the lines of, “She might as well just forgive you and take you back if she’s going to be around you at all.” There was a long thread beneath it and she was curious, but didn’t check. She willed herself not to check. 

She went to check Hazel’s page and saw the video of Hazel preparing birthday breakfast, a post of selfies of the two of them before school that day and one that she snapped of Grace about to cry with the caption, “This is the face of a person with no life. It’s just a few days, Mother!” Grace sniffled even looking at the photos of them. 

“I miss my baby,” she whimpered, before calling Lucy’s mother to ascertain that there had been no problems or needs to be discussed. After she was done, and tossed her trash out, she sat on her patio, looking at her neighborhood and being reminded very much that she indeed did not have a life, as Hazel had suggested twice in two days.

She called Simon. “Hello.” He sounded… not well.

“Hey. When’s a good time for me to stop by?”

“I’ll be here all day. I don’t have anything to do, as I don’t know anything about the city yet.”

“Okay. Well, I’m gonna leave right now, and depending on traffic, shouldn’t take too long, since I’m…” She paused. “Not too far away right now,” she said. He scoffed or laughed. She couldn’t tell, but it annoyed her. “There a problem, Simon?”

“Nope.” She squinted her eyes and sighed. “See you,” he said and hung up on her. 

“There’s a fucking problem,” she said, shaking her head. Maybe she could go to Brooklyn and grab Shana and/or Iza. Damita lived in the Bronx… that was closer to where Simon currently was, but she was at school right now. Tulip was at work and Mikayla was likely doing something else, because she was always busy with something… And if she told Chapa that she slept there, lord… the backlash… Ugh. She got up and just sent a message to the group text that she was going to go pick up something from Simon’s and that he was acting funny on the phone. If anything did happen, they all knew his information. But, she hated that she was sexual with someone just hours ago that made her feel the need to even take such precautions, and she hated that she decided to do that. Nobody forced her to, or pressured her to.. UGH! 

.

The front door was open whenever she pulled up to the house, but she still rang the doorbell. Who knew what might set him off today? Simon came to the door with Samantha in one hand and her underwear in the other. He sort of shoved it towards her, and whenever she took it, he offered the fakest ass smile that she had ever seen him make. “You’re in a bad mood,” she said, accusatory. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, then slumped his shoulders, “Is it obvious? Sorry. It’s been a bad day.”

“You gonna be alright?” 

“Of course. I always am.”

She started to leave, but paused and turned around, “Does it have anything to do with me?”

“No!” he answered quickly and shook his head. 

“Okay… well… I feel like you’re taking it out on me, whatever it is and I don’t like that.”

He looked absolutely devastated by that. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to take anything out on you… He set Samantha down and came outside, closing the door behind him. “I know that what happened between us was a one time thing and we’re not lovers or friends, so the last thing I wanted to do was bother you with my problems. I tried to just not say anything about them.”

“It’s fine to say that you don’t want to talk about something, instead of these short answers and moody tone, making me rethink even a one time casual engagement with you.”

He sighed again, “Okay. I’m sorry.” He sat down on the steps and she sighed and sat next to him. 

“What is it?”

“I didn’t sleep well. I haven’t heard back from the company about the position. I was denied a grant that I need for a really important project, and I spent more than a reasonable amount of time arguing with people on the internet.” He rocked his legs. “And now, I’ve let my day affect yours… which is just… the thing I hate the most of everything that I just said.”

She reached out for his hand and he looked down at their fingers, intertwined. She didn’t say anything or even look at him. They both were just looking at their hands, woven together, saying nothing. Eventually, she got up, said, “Hope you feel better,” and left. And… he did. He felt inexplicably better. 

.

Grace barely let Hazel breathe when she got back home. She was asking about how much fun she had (updates that she had been given daily), seeing if Hazel wanted to do a lot of other stuff (despite the fact that they had a very full weekend ahead of them), and Thursday evening, whenever Hazel appeared in her doorway while she was at the vanity oiling her scalp, Grace smiled, eager to see what Hazel wanted to do with her right now.

“Hey… So… Is it just gonna be you and me this weekend?”

“Yes! We’re gonna have so much fun!” Grace cheered. “I can’t WAIT for corn dogs at the amusement park.” Hazel came in and sat beside Grace on the little bench in front of her vanity. “Are you okay, Hazel?”

“Are you?” Hazel wondered. Grace was confused. “It was my first time away and I guess I thought it would be a good break for both of us, but you spent a lot of time checking up on me and… aside from your birthday, did you have any fun? Did you even have any fun on your birthday?”

“Yes, I had fun. I had more fun than should’ve been allowed.”

“I keep thinking about the tour you and Simon gave me and the stuff you two told me. I’m the same age that you were when you met. You were having so much fun and doing so many things with your friend… now, all you do is take care of me, and barely give me the chance to take care of myself.”

“Hazel, you have to understand, the stuff that Simon and I were doing was because we were both highly neglected. We were retelling stories of how we came together to make bad situations a little bit better. I don’t ever want you to feel neglected, so I make sure that I’m here for you, whenever you need me.”

Hazel nodded, and clasped her hands together, “I get that. But, also… before we lived together, I used to see you on social media having a great time and living so carefree. You had activities and friends. I feel like I’ve taken a lot of that away from you and…"

"It's my job. It's my job to take care of you. Not the other way around, Hazel. Don't worry about what things I don't do anymore." 

"I wouldn't, but it's hard not to think about it whenever you're being all… I don't know…" she didn't want to say the wrong thing. She wasn't trying to hurt Grace's feelings, but Grace was perhaps putting way more into this than Hazel needed.

"Ok. I get it. Just try to understand, I didn't have a good example of how much time a mom should give. I had faceless nanny after faceless nanny. Driver after driver whose names I've forgotten completely. Detached professional instructors and private school staff who could care less about my well-being. I'm trying to be the opposite of what I had and I guess in my quest to be a good mom I wound up not being one…"

"You ARE a good mom. You just need to also be good by yourself." Hazel twiddled her fingers, "I wanted to see if Lucy could come to the amusement park with us, but I didn't want you to feel bad."

"I won't. Call her up and see if she can come," Grace said, smiling but literally feeling horrible. Hazel rushed to go do that and Grace looked at an alert from her phone. It was artwork that someone did and tagged her and Simon to. "Grace as the Idol Princess." Really nice artwork. She liked it and continued her hair.

Lucy wouldn't be able to come this weekend. Hazel was upset, but still excited for the outings. Grace felt like her secondary plan, but brushed that aside. Whenever she went to bed, she saw a notification that Simon had gone live. She laid down and tuned in, catching him in the middle of a point about never being good enough to be forgiven. "And, I understand perfectly in instances nowhere I was completely in the wrong, for instance, everyone who follows me knows everything I did to Grace, but I didn't do shit like that to my mother, and even what I did do… how is that not her fault? How is she mad at me for something I did when she left me unattended? That was thirteen years ago. So… no. Don't tell me that I should be forgiving of her because she's sick or because of her problems or whatever else. My mother is part of the reason I became a person who could hurt Grace. My parents were majority stockholders in me being an unforgivable piece of shit to her. I don't care about what they were going through and I'm not going to explain that again."

She typed into the comments, "Wtf is going on?" 

He noticed it and ran a hand through his hair, "Hey, Grace. Just… still arguing with people on the internet. Explaining myself like a peasant," he joked, laughing. 

"CALL. ME." She typed. 

He stared at the screen for a while, then just cut off the video. But, seconds later, he was calling. "Simon… what happened?"

He groaned, "There was this entire debate about how you should just forgive me instead of us going back and forth, so I said that you're not obligated to trust me and it became this entire thing and somehow devolved into me forgiving my mom, especially because she's dying."

"What the fu… your mom is dying?"

"Yeah," he said casually. "She has very late stage cancer from a brain tumor." 

"WHAT? Since when?"

"I think she found out a couple of months ago? She told me in Belize, but my dad had made this post about it before then. I’m not sure why I thought you knew.”

“If I had known, I would have said something nice to you… or something.”

He chuckled, “I don’t need something nice… unless it’s you.” He smiled. She could hear the smile.

“Well, if you want that, it would take a whole lot more than you eating me out one night. You’ve got things to atone for, Buddy.” She laughed, but he was quiet for a moment. So quiet that she thought he might have gotten disconnected. But, he eventually spoke again.

“I’ll do anything.”

She smiled as wide as her face would allow and she simply whispered, “Worship me.”

Next

[thewritingginger]

A-Z Fluff Alphabet - Beelzebub

I’ve been playing Obey Me for about a few weeks

So of course I wanted to try writing for our demon boys :3 

Enjoy~

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- Eat! Beel doesn't just enjoy eating with his s/o, he also really loves cooking with them and trying new recipes.

- Besides eating and cooking he like going for walks in the park or going to amusement parks (if there is one in town) riding all the rollercoasters and trying the fair food.

- But he can do anything with his partner, just as long as he has them with him he's a happy boy

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- Personality wise Beelzebub really admires your generosity and helpfulness.

- Beelzebub thinks your smile is the most beautiful, he cant help but find a smile grace his face when he see yours.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- May not always know what to do or say but is always there to be a shoulder to cry on and do whatever he can to help his s/o

- Will hold you in his strong arms against his chest running his fingers through your hair

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- Beel pictures having a gang of kids with his s/o, maybe w/ a pet or two all raised happily in a beautiful home in Devildom 

- Days filled with happy and exciting memories, and nights overflowing with laughter, good food and family time.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- I think Beelzebub has a healthy mix of both passive and dominant. It just depends on the situation. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- Depending what the fight was about will change how angry he gets and how long it takes him to cool off. But once he is calmed down and the air is cleared between both him and his s/o he will forgive him partner.

- If Beel feels really upset and the fight is getting quite heated he will leave to calm down alone before he can come back and talk about it and resolve it.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- Beel is grateful to have someone willing to constantly make him food, ok not just for that 

- It wasn't until one night he was sitting in bed that when he looked down at his sleeping s/o that it really set in what he had and what they brought into his life.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

- Beelzebub shares most things with my s/o 

- It might take a bit of time to confess something embarrassing or something he's nervous to bring up or say

- But it will always come out in the end, would never hide important or serious things for forever

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- His s/o greatly helped him have peace with stuff that happened in the past and overcome bad memories.

- Helped him to stop blaming himself 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- Does get jealous easily but not the worst of of the brothers

- Might be the one to puff out his chest if the situation calls for it 

- Can be quite territorial of his s/o

- Might get pouty 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- A very good kisser, soft and sentimental 

- The first kiss shared between him and his s/o was nerve wrecking for him. Was tender little kiss nothing crazy. Once it was done it felt like a huge weight off of his shoulders.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- It kinda just came out in the moment 

- He and his s/o were on a little picnic and everything just was perfect. They were laughing and his s/o was just so beautiful and everything felt perfect that he just said it absent minded.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- Beel does want to get married.

- I think he would propose in a more private setting. EX: In your shared bed room/at home, maybe on a cute date (a picnic or star gazing), or “your place”

- Your marriage with Beelzebub would involve cooking family dinners together, sentimental moments, and lots of quality time cuddling

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Nicknames you call him: Beely, | Bubzy, | Baby, | Your Hungry Boy, |

-  Nicknames he calls you: Babe, | His little ‘Dumpling’, | 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- When Beelzebub is in love he very loving and cuddly 

- If has a secret love (hasn't confessed) he will share/offer to share his snacks, and a bit shy.

- He isn't overtly obvious to others but can raise a few flags to others he might like/love someone like when he shares his food or blushes 

- Beelzebub expresses his feelings more with actions than words 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

- Beelzebub isn't afraid to show affection in public or around others but more so with holding hands/ arm around their shoulder, nuzzling and hugs; arms wrapped behind them with his head resting on theirs (EX: while standing around waiting somewhere) and maybe quick kisses here and there but nothing more than pecks. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

- Is being tall an ability . . .  yes!!!

- Having a a big boy you always have someone to get things off the top shelf or lift you up in his strong arms

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Beelzebub is on a scale for 1-10 about a 6 or 7 when it comes to being romantic.

- He tries to do romantic gestures but it sometimes doesn't play out like he thought. 

- For example; On your anniversary he wanted to make you dinner with dessert and everything. Everything was going swimmingly, the food turned out how he wanted it, the table was set nicely, and he was dressed to impress. Nothing when wrong till he accidentally bumped the glass of wine he was pouring for you and spilt it onto the table, and you. Saying he was a bit embarrassed is a bit of an understatement. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- Beel just wants his partner to be happy and so supporting them in there dreams whether that's of a specific job/going to school or mental and physical goals and everything else in between.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Whether you’re talking about food or your relationship, Beelzebub likes to spice things up from time to time. Is open to new experiences as long as his s/o there to experience it with him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Beel is a very good listener 

- May not always know what to do or say but is always there to be a shoulder to cry on and 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

- His s/o is his world

- His s/o is the only person that he feels comfortable and safe telling everything to without fear of judgment and being made fun of

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

- When his s/o gets sick he pampers them and tries to help them feel better by, making Lots of food wants to make sure that they don't miss a meal, running them a hot bath, putting a cold rag on their head if they have a fever, snuggling for hours with his big arms around them to keep them warm and anything that his s/o needs they just ask.

- “Are you feeling okey?” | “Are you hungry?” | “I’ll help warm you up.” |

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

- Beel may be a big guy but he is very affectionate with his s/o.

- Just holding his partner to his is enough for him, feeling their warmth on him is really comforting 

- loves it when his s/o gives him little kisses, whether on his lips, face, or neck. 

- A quick peck is enough to warm his whole chest and feel happy 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- When he misses his partner (like if they haven't seen each other all day or they are away for a trip) he’ll text &/or call them to talk for a bit 

- “Whatcha up to?” | “Want to get something to eat together when you get home?” |

OR

- If he knows they can't talk at the moment (busy with school or work, etc) he’ll text them something cute and earnest, to read when they’re done.

- “I know you cant talk right now so I just want to tell you that I miss you and I cant wait till you get back so I can hold you in my arms.” | “I love you~” |

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- If he really loves his s/o he is willing to do anything to make them happy and to have them in his life

[ladyfogg]

May I? - 13/?

May I? - 13/?

Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Data/Female OC

Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut

Screenshot by @ geekygwen

Data was able to track Barclay down in Engineering.

"Lieutenant," he said, approaching the man. "Faith and I will be going on an away mission while the Enterprise is docked for repairs. Would you be available to care for Spot while we are gone?"

"I would love to," Barclay said. "Have there been any changes to her routine that I should know about?"

"No, all is as it was the last time. Thank you for your help." Data gave him a nod and turned to go.

"Commander?" Barclay asked.

Data paused and turned back. "Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes. Proceed."

Barclay took a nervous step forward and in a low voice asked, "Are the rumors true? Are you and Faith...in-involved?"

"Yes," Data said, curious about Barclay's tone. "Was there a particular reason you wanted to know?"

"No! No, not at all," Barclay said. "Just curious." He hurried away and Data watched him go, confused.

He stopped by Geordi's office. "I just had the strangest conversation with Lieutenant Barclay," he said. "He inquired about whether or not Faith and I are involved."

Geordi chuckled. "It's the latest gossip," he said, looking up from his work. "And I think Barclay might have had a thing for Faith at some point."

"Ah. I see. Could this be jealousy?" 

"From Reg? Nah. He's not the type." Geordi leaned back in his seat with a grin. "So, are you excited?"

"About what?"

"The mission. You and Faith. Alone. For three days."

"Is there a particular reason why I should be?" Data asked. 

"Data, you both have been working non-stop since you got together. This will actually be the first time you get to spend time alone as a couple."

"Not true," Data corrected. "We spend every evening together after our duties."

Geordi's eyebrows shot up. "Way to brag," he teased.

"I was not bragging. I was stating a fact. And if you are assuming we have intercourse during that time, you are incorrect."

"Have you done anything physical?"

"We have kissed. Faith is uncomfortable with the discussion of sex and as I have no sexual desires of my own, a slow approach is satisfactory."

"Understandable, but even if you aren't intimate, you can still make your time together romantic."

"I created a romance program in the past when Jenna and I were together. I was told it felt forced and scripted."

"That doesn't mean Faith will feel the same way, or that you need to make the same exact program for her."

"Then what would you recommend?"

Geordi thought for a moment. "How about you create a new one?" He suggested. "Instead of focusing on the supposed interaction between couples this time, focus on the actual acts of romance."

"Such as?"

"You know candlelit dinners, soft music, flowers, chocolates," Geordi listed. "Little things that show her you care."

Data began to download the information Geordi suggested. "I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Geordi."

"Anytime, buddy. Have fun."

Data knew Geordi meant well but they were Starfleet officers first, and the mission would need to come before personal matters. Still, there was no harm in using the downtime to get closer to Faith. He had not forgotten their passionate kisses in the turbo-lift, or how Faith's body fit perfectly against his.

He arrived at her quarters to pick her up. She was ready but seemed nervous. Considering this would be her first away mission, he was not surprised. 

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Did you pack your medication?"

"Dr. Crusher gave me a long-lasting dose. I'm good for two weeks."

Data nodded in understanding. He tapped his communicator. "Commander Data to Captain Picard. Lieutenant Diaz and I are on our way to shuttle bay one."

"Acknowledged. I will meet you there shortly. Picard out."

The two left Faith's quarters and headed for the shuttle bay. When they arrived, Data led her to the shuttle they'd be taking. It was small but would suit their needs fine. He stepped on to begin preparations but Faith hung back.

Data paused and turned to look at her. "Is there a problem?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "No, not really. It's just a big step. I need a minute."

"Take your time." 

Data allowed her to stay behind as he continued with the launch preparations. Eventually, she joined him, carefully stowing her bag in the luggage compartment before sitting in the co-pilot seat.

"It is just like flight training at the Academy," Data said as she looked through the controls.

"I remember. Hated it then too."

Data looked over, noting her rigid posture. He reached out to place a hand on hers, making her pause her work and look at him. "I am here with you. Remember that."

Faith smiled and squeezed his hand. "You're amazing, you know that?"

He smiled back.

Behind them, someone cleared their throat and both turned to see the captain standing there.

"It seems I'm intruding again on another personal moment," he said with the barest hint of a smile.

"Captain!" Data exclaimed as he and Faith both stood dutifully. "I apologize if that was inappropriate."

Picard chuckled. "Mr. Data, comforting your significant other is not inappropriate," he said. "At ease, both of you."

Faith relaxed next to him while Data eased his stance. "We are just about ready to depart, sir," he said.

"Good. We have the last away team's assessment of the ruins but I want you two to search deeper. See if there is anything that was missed. This creature had to come from somewhere."

"Understood, captain."

"While this mission is serious, your safety is more important. Should you encounter that ship again, turn around and return immediately. I also want you to keep in contact with regular subspace communications," Picard ordered. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Faith and Data replied.

Picard gave them a firm nod. "Good. Commander Riker will let you know when you can expect to rendezvous with us once repairs are complete. Good luck."

He left the shuttle and Faith took another deep breath. "Alright," she said, voice sounding stronger. "Let's do this."

They took their seats in the cockpit and began take-off procedures. Data kept an eye on Faith but with each step, she grew more comfortable. Her knowledge of the shuttlecraft was sound and seemed to come back to her after several moments. Eventually, they were clear of the Enterprise and the starbase, soaring through the black vacuum of space.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," Faith commented, leaning back in her seat. "It's actually pretty peaceful."

"The quiet of the shuttle does offer a level of comfort," he said. "In fact, you should use the time to catch up on your sleep."

"I'm alright for now, but thanks for the suggestion. By the way, has me staying with you been too much? I feel like I'm taking up your evenings and I don't want to cut into your alone time."

"I enjoy your company. I do not mind," Data said, eyes still on the console as he studied the sensors. "Besides, I have alone time when you are asleep. If it becomes an issue, I will say so."

"Okay, good," Faith said with relief. "I like spending evenings with you. It helps me unwind. Though, you don't have to dream on the couch if you don't want to."

At this, Data looked up at her, cocking his eyebrow. "Do you wish to share a bed next time you sleep?"

Faith shrugged her shoulders, appearing calm on the outside. Data still heard her heart racing. "If that's something you're comfortable with, I would be too."

Data had never shared a bed with someone before. It was a human ritual that had eluded him up until that point. The idea that Faith was offering him such an experience was intriguing. 

"When we return I would very much like to try," he said. "I am afraid the bunks here on the shuttle are only large enough for one person."

She smiled that bright smile Data had painted many times during the weeks they had spent together. "It's a date."

He smiled back before returning to his work. The way to the planet seemed to be clear. Data did have to adjust their heading to avoid an unexpected asteroid but other than that, they were in for a routine shuttle ride. 

The silence between them was as comfortable as it always was. It reminded Data of the hours they had spent in Engineering, which they had not been able to do since the creature was found.

After three hours and sixteen minutes, Faith stood from her seat with a stretch.

"I'm going to go rest for a bit," she said, leaning in to kiss Data on the forehead. "Don't work too hard."

"I shall try not to."

She left the cockpit and settled in the back of the shuttle where the sleeping bunks were. Data kept his eyes on the stars ahead but mentally he had formulated a plan for the evening.

One thing he learned from his romance research was the idea of the "romantic" surprise. Since his conversation with Geordi, Data had done a download of romance based on his suggestions. 

Data knew Faith would most likely fall asleep soon. The previous night she had tossed and turned throughout most of the evening. He suspected she was more tired than she realized.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, when Data rose from his seat to check on her, she was fast asleep. He watched her for a moment, before quietly moving into the dining area. 

Once he was there, he got to work setting up the table. While the replicator was not as powerful as the one on the Enterprise, he was able to use what he had.

It did not take long until everything was ready. Data made sure the table was perfect before he went to wake Faith. 

He stopped for a moment to admire her sleeping form again. It was one of the few times she was completely at ease and he enjoyed seeing her body without the tension of anxiety.

Data sat on the edge of her bunk but paused when he felt something under the blanket. He reached beneath him and pulled out a book. It had no words on the cover but when he cracked it open, he realized it was not just any book. 

The first page was a collection of crude, shakey looking drawings. Several were scratched out and it was difficult to decipher what they were meant to be.

Data was curious, but he also understood the need for privacy so he quietly closed the sketchbook and placed it back where he found it. He was proud that Faith was trying something new. With the workload she currently had, she and Data had not had a chance to discuss creative endeavors. It was nice she was exploring them on her own.

"Faith?" Data called in a soft voice as he reached out to take her sleeping hand. "Faith?"

She stirred before her eyes fluttered open. When she saw Data, she gave him a sleepy smile. "Hey, you," she said, voice hoarse. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Was I out for long?"

"Only thirty-three minutes. I have prepared dinner for you."

Faith sat up, easing her legs over the side of the bunk. "You're too good to me. Just give me a moment to wake up." She yawned and stretched, raising her arms above her head.

Data followed the way her uniform hugged her frame when she moved. Her back arched to an almost obscene degree and he could not help but recall the erotic images he had subjected himself to when trying to elicit an emotional response. 

She sagged with relief and lay her head on his shoulder. "This is nice," she said. "Just the two of us. I know we've barely started the trip but I'm already enjoying the quiet."

"That is unsurprising. You tend to become over-stimulated due to your anxiety. There are fewer stimuli on the shuttle."

"And I get a really handsome android all to myself." She tilted her face up towards his expectedly. 

Data leaned down to place a peck on her lips. "I suggest you eat before we try anything sexual. You will need your energy for such activities."

Faith pulled back, eyebrows raised as she smirked in amusement. "Are you planning on seducing me, Data?" she asked teasingly. 

"I assumed with your flirting and temperature increase you were becoming aroused. I merely stated an observation."

Faith chuckled and got to her feet, pulling him up with her. "Come on, Casanova. Let's have dinner."

Data showed her to the dining area, but before she rounded the corner, he came up behind her and covered her eyes.

"Uh, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I have seen this done when one person is attempting to surprise the other," he said. 

"Wait, you have a surprise for me?"

Data led her forward before dropping his hands from her eyes. She gasped in delight when she saw the table.

He had placed a white blanket over it to act as a tablecloth. Two plates of grilled salmon along with two glasses of wine sat across from each other. Between them, electric candles flickered with fake flames as if they were real. 

"We have not had a proper first date yet," Data said, holding the chair out for her. "Since we are alone, I concluded now would be the ideal time to try again."

Faith took a seat, smiling up at him as he pushed her chair in. "It's wonderful! Thank you! You definitely surprised me."

Data smiled and took the seat across from her. "So, Faith, do you have any siblings?"

She gave him a curious look and chuckled. "That's a random question," she said.

"I am attempting the standard first date inquiries," Data explained. "I have composed a list of fifty-one questions designed to stimulate conversation and help us to become better acquainted."

"Ah, okay. Well, most people start with a few pleasantries first."

"Oh. I see." Data studied her for a moment before leaning on the table towards her. He gave her a wide smirk, quirking his eyebrow. "You are looking exceptionally ravishing this evening via candlelight, my dear."

Faith laughed, though by the way she smiled Data could tell she was pleased, if not highly amused. "Well, thank you," she said. "And may I say, you're the most handsome android I've ever known."

"I am the only android you have ever known."

"Fair point. Then, you're the most handsome and considerate man I've ever met."

She lifted her wine glass in a toast. Data copied her, tapping their glasses together before each took a sip.

"To answer your question, no, I don't have any siblings. Do you?" She began to eat her salmon.

"Yes. I have a brother."

He had never told Faith about Lore and he could see that she was surprised by his answer. "I didn't know that," she said. "You haven't mentioned him."

"Lore is a particularly difficult subject," Data said. "He endangered the lives of the Enterprise crew and is responsible for the death of Dr. Soong."

Faith froze, mid-bite. "He...he killed your father?"

"Yes."

Faith put her fork down. "Data, I am so sorry. I had no idea."

"I would not expect you to have known. It is not something I tend to advertise."

"Still...wow." 

"What is your favorite childhood memory?"

"Hold on, can we go back to the brother thing?"

"Certainly. What do you wish to know?"

"Where is he now? Are you in contact with him?"

Data shook his head. "No, I am not. I do not know where Lore is. He disappeared after taking the emotion chip my father designed for me."

"The what?!"

"Emotion chip. Dr. Soong designed a chip that would allow me to feel basic human emotion. However, Lore took it when he departed."

She stated at Data with a look of utter shock. "I...have no words."

"I understand this is a particularly strange set of circumstances."

"Yeah, you could say that." She picked up her abandoned fork. "I also realize that I haven't been doing a very good job of asking you about yourself. I apologize for that."

"You do not need to apologize," Data assured her. "I assumed you would ask once you were comfortable sharing more about yourself."

She smiled at him and reached across the table to briefly squeeze his hand. "Sorry, I sort of derailed the conversation. You asked me another question and I ignored it. We can change the subject if you'd like, I'm just...processing."

"I do wish to change the subject," Data said. "I asked what your favorite childhood memory is?"

Faith took a moment to gather her thoughts, chewing on another bite of food. Data copied her actions, eating his own salmon for the sake of appearances.

"Probably with my mother, back on Earth," she said. "Before she got sick she was a trainer at the Academy. It was just the two of us so before I started school she would take me to work with her and let me sit in on her lessons."

"You must have retained a lot of information."

Faith shrugged. "Some. But mostly I liked watching her command the room. She was a short, thin Latina woman who could shut down any loud-mouth with just a look."

"That sounds like someone else I know."

Chuckling, Faith took a sip of wine. "Except for the thin part."

"And your father?"

"He died before I was born. He was a Starfleet officer."

"Is that what interested you in joining the Federation?"

"Yeah. I sort of felt like I had to, you know? For them?"

Data tilted his head and stared at her curiously. "Do you enjoy being in Starfleet?"

"You know, for a while, I wasn't sure," she admitted. "But...it definitely has its perks." She gave him a bright smile and cleared her throat. "So what other questions do you have?"

They chatted for a time while Faith finished her dinner. Data could not help but notice the difference between their current and their first attempt. She had been so closed off and distant then, yet now she was open and honest, sharing bits of herself with him. She asked her fair share of questions as well and it was two hours and twenty-one minutes later when they finished their meal.

"Well, I can honestly say that was the most enjoyable first date I've ever had," Faith said as they cleaned up their plates.

"It is not over yet."

"Oh?" 

"Computer, music." Soft orchestral music began to play throughout the shuttle and Data gave Faith a deep bow as he offered her his hand.

Her smile faded into a look of wonder as she shyly accepted. Data pulled her out of the dining area into the main room before he tugged her in close, one hand coming to rest on her waist. He began to lead her through a simple waltz.

She stumbled once or twice, wincing and apologizing until she eventually got the hang of it. 

Data enjoyed the way her hand fit his. He stared down into her eyes as they moved to the music, studying every minute detail. Her expression was soft and her body relaxed the longer the moved. Eventually, she pressed her cheek to his chest, bringing a different level of intimacy to the dance. 

He wanted to kiss her again.

Data let go of her hand so he could gently cup her cheek, drawing back from the embrace. She looked up at him questioningly.

"May I?" he asked.

Her smile grew and she nodded. Their lips met as they had done previously, but with more confidence from both parties. 

Data slid his arm around her waist, drawing her flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. When they broke so she could breathe, they remained close, her warm breath ghosting across his lips.

"Data," Faith said in a low voice he had never heard from her. "Can I ask something of you?"

"Yes." He knew she could ask anything of him at that moment and he would do it without question or hesitation.

"Touch me."

Data blinked in confusion. "I am touching you, am I not?"

Faith chuckled, taking his hand from her cheek and placing it on her breast. " Touch me, Data."

"Oh. I see."

Data kissed her deeply, his hand squeezing her breast lightly before he began to direct her backwards towards the bunks. At the last moment, he turned, allowing him to sit and pull her down with him.

She followed through with the movement, straddling his lap as she pushed her tongue past his lips. He accepted the intrusion with enthusiasm, his hands now free to roam her back.

Their kisses were heated and sloppy. Faith seemed eager but nervous, her hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself. He could feel her bottom lip trembling and he drew back to look at her. 

"Do you wish to stop?" he asked.

Faith shook her head. "No. No, I want to keep going."

"Please do not be afraid to change your mind if you need to."

"I'm just a little nervous. I'm okay." She leaned in to kiss him again.

Satisfied that she wanted to continue, Data kissed her back, his hands resuming their exploration. One came to rest on her lower back to offer support, while the other slid between them, cupping her breast through her uniform.

Faith let out a small gasp, her teeth grazing his bottom lip in excitement. Spurred on by her reaction, Data squeezed again before allowing his thumb to drag circles around her nipple. It instantly responded to his touch, pebbling beneath the thick material. 

She moaned, rocking her body against his eagerly. Data could read her temperature rising. His own body's sexual functionality began to respond and he could sense himself grow hard at the stimulation. 

Faith must have felt it because she broke the kiss with a soft gasp, looking down at him in awe. "Automatic response?" she asked.

"Yes," Data answered. "Your body is triggering my sexual protocol."

She gave him an impish grin, pressing their foreheads together as she ground down again at him. "Is that your way of saying that I turn you on?"

"Literally and contextually it would seem."

"I'm honored." She kissed him deeply. 

Data continued to massage her breast, enthralled by the way Faith reacted with each tweak and rub of her nipple. She blindly reached for his wrist, pulling his hand behind her back until his fingers brushed the zipper of her suit.

Taking the hint, Data pulled it down, noting the way the tight fabric loosened and Faith's breathing hitched. She dragged the top portion down her shoulders and arms, slipping free of it before letting it bunch around her waist.

Data let his lips leave hers to trail across her cheek, down to her neck, his hands mapping her newly exposed skin. It was smooth and soft, with the occasional mole catching under his fingertips. 

"Your touch is electric," she gasped, hips still rocking downward. 

Data paused and drew back to look up at her with concern. He was not prepared for the sight he was met with. Her pupils were dilated, giving the impression that her eyes were black. Her lips were plump and red from their kisses.

It was a sight he would make a point to recall for a future painting.

"Is my touch harming you?" he asked. "I do not sense any static discharge."

Faith chuckled, taking one of his hands and slotting her fingers between his. "I only meant that when you touch me…" She brought his hand to her bare breast. "My body comes alive."

Data was entranced. Being so close and intimate with Faith was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her reactions to his mere touch were what he would describe as intoxicating. It consumed his thoughts, all other processes taking a backseat to what was happening right then and there.

He rubbed her breast, his other arm tightening around her waist to yank her as close as she could possibly be. She slid her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly to draw him into a harsh kiss.

They rocked together in unison. Faith settled her knees on either side of his thigh, grinding herself against him as he massaged her breast. His thumb found her nipple again, still stiff from his earlier stimulation. 

He could sense the heat of her arousal through their pants, but whatever she was doing seemed to be enough for her because she made no indication that she wanted or needed his hand between her legs. So he focused on her lips and chest. They moved that way for some time, slow and steady without the need to rush.

When she broke their kiss, gasping for breath, Data kissed her throat before placing a trail down her collarbone. He cupped her breast and slipped her nipple between her lips, sucking gently.

Faith's moan was borderline pornographic. Still gripping his hair, her other hand came up to rest on the wall behind the bunk to steady herself. Data rocked his leg up along with her downward movements and the next thing he knew, her body locked into place, shuddering above him as she orgasmed.

Data looked up to catch her expression, completely enamored by the pure ecstasy. 

She slumped against him shuddering and panting. Data buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he rubbed her back in soothing circles.

Without stimulation, his own arousal faded but he was far more focused on Faith to pay it much thought. Although, he did wonder what she would look like touching him. But they could explore that another time.

Data shifted them so they were laying on the small bunk, letting Faith rest closer to the wall so he could give her as much space as possible. He was partially hanging over the edge but it did not bother him.

Faith placed her hand on his cheek, staring deep into his eyes. "That was...beautiful."

"You are beautiful." His words did not come from any program. They came from his own observations.

Faith smiled and kissed him softly.

Data could only theorize about the shift between them. He understood intimate and erotic acts brought couples closer together, but this seemed far more important than he anticipated.

He watched Faith's eyes flutter close, a strange sensation building in his chest. 

[booksandeverything-in-between]

My journalism journey

... has only just begun! 

This is my post for the “Life Narrative” assignment for JTC 326. I’ve added a “keep reading” tab because I hate putting extremely long posts on my dashboard! Keep in mind too, I’ve formatted this to fit the platform, so it’s not strictly professional. 

Also  — this is the first time I’ve shared my Tumblr with anyone who is not my sister, but it’s the perfect platform for this. 

** All pictures were taken by me unless otherwise specified, some taken from my old blog posts on here. 

A note before I start: When I first thought about this assignment, I had so many things I thought I could share, a lot of them deeply personal, somewhat dark and just not the right fit. I had a bit of a crisis; I cried a little. There is so much in my past that makes me, me, that I’ve only ever really shared with my therapist, but have generally wanted to write about. But it’s hard, and I don’t know how. And a whole lot of other stuff. BUT THEN

I realized I could share a story that I have always wanted to share! It perfectly relates to our class too and basically everything anyone would ever need to know about me! It’s amazing! I’m so excited! I hope you like it! 

(line break) 

It’s the summer before sixth grade. That’s how I define, or sort, my life, in my memories. It’s the year of school, or it’s the summer before/after. It’s not my age, or the calendar year; it’s school. For a long time my whole identity revolved around school, so it fits. 

Anyway, I’m bored. My older sister and I can only do so much Netflix-watching (because we didn’t have cable) on the Wii (because this was 2011), and I need something to stimulate my active mind. Here comes books! 

I’ve always, always been an avid reader. I was the first person in my first grade class to start reading chapter books  — something I liked to brag about a lot back then. But I’m about to be a middle schooler, so I need to find something a little more mature. My parents decide that I’m at an appropriate age to start reading some of my sister’s old books, which were originally marked for garage sale. 

One of these books has a long, juicy title, with a teen girl posed on the cover in a preppy school uniform, hand on her hip. I don’t have to look this up to remember; it is forever in my mind. The book is I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You by Ally Carter. Juicy, right? AND I LOVE IT. Seriously. Love. It. 

Photo: I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You by Ally Carter. 

... And I guess I move on. That part is a little fuzzy. Enter: Back to School Night, sixth grade. I always would go with my mom, because I loved school, and nights like those I thought were super cool. So, I’m hanging out with my best friend Sydney by the stairs, and she has this book from the school library with her. 

Do you believe in fate? Was it kismet? I do not know; I will not guess. But I do know, I freaked the f*ck out. Because it was the book, by Ally Carter!! I loved that book! When I asked Sydney where she got it, she said in the library, and there were a bunch of other books like it. 

That made me pause. Honestly, I couldn’t believe it. Because, what do you know, it was a series!! There were three other books to be read! How, oh how, did I not know this? It had to be fate. 

I can still picture exactly where the books are, in the Preston library. The smaller shelf, up against the wall, right by the opening into the conference/meeting room space (I don’t know what we called that room???). Bottom shelf. 

Who knew a series about teenage girls going to a spy school would set me on this path? 

Suddenly it’s the summer after sixth grade, and once again, I’m bored. But, I have access to a netbook, that my grandpa gave us. Something entices me to start Googling these books. I find Ally Carter’s website. I found out that there are going to be two more books in the series. And I stumble upon this Google search suggestion, with the word fanfiction. 

And wow. 

Stories, countless stories, about my favorite books. Eventually, I make my own account on fanfiction.net, I try my hand at some of my own stories, I get a smartphone and make this very tumblr account when I turn 13, I find a place where I can express all my nerdiness in peace and all-caps, without any sort of ridicule fear. 

But that’s not the end, nor the point, of this story. 

Photo: The first four books in the Gallagher Girls series by Ally Carter. 

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So here I am, spending all my free time secretly reading fanfic and trying to write it, and hating my life sometimes and thinking about what I want to study in college because that’s my best chance at escape from this life that I feel I’m stuck in. 

But I can’t think of anything to write! I love to read; I enjoy writing; I am learning more about grammar because my dad has me grading his grammar quizzes he gave his JTC 300 students; but still, something isn’t right. I viscerally hate English class. 

But! There’s a way I CAN write, without it being creative! My dad is going to school for photojournalism, my sister took a high school journalism class, and now it’s my turn to register for classes in high school. I sign up for Journalism 1, the precursor to Journalism 2, which is the class that houses the student newspaper. It’s a great plan. It was a good class.

I was looking through my old journal the other day, and I came across this line dated from September 23, 2014, just into the beginning of my freshman year of high school. “I want to be a journalist.” 

Photo: A journal entry that reads, “I want to be a journalist.” 

My sophomore year of high school, I take Journalism 2 and join the paper. I’m kind of terrified because there are a bunch of people I don’t know and now I’ll actually have to go out and report and talk to people ... but we do some really fun team-building, and people seem to like me, and I relax. I feel, just a little, like a really belong. 

And I had felt that way before, during band, and with some of my friends, but this thing, this journalism thing, I’m actually good at it. And there’s this one moment that sticks out to me still. 

It’s probably 7:20 a.m. I’m trudging up the steps to Spanish class, and I do not want to be there. It’s not that I don’t like school, or I don’t like my classes, because I do. But I’m tired, and it’s not what I want to be doing. I think, if I could spend the entirety of my day in my journalism class, I would be happy. 

To this day, as a college student, I am jealous of the people who get to spend their whole days doing journalism. 

I’ve found more than a home. I’ve found a place where, for what feels like the first time, I can speak my mind. I can be sarcastic, I can make a pun and I can also point out when there’s a bad typo somewhere and have that be appreciated. 

Halfway through my first year writing for the paper, I’m given extra responsibilities and get to start copy editing articles from the students in the J1 class, and I start to learn how to redesign/maintain our Wordpress site. I go on a class trip to Los Angeles, an amazing feat of independence for me, and I feel valued. And then, I’m award the position of Copy Editor for the next school year! It’s amazing. 

I learn my junior year that the freshmen whose articles I edited were afraid of me. Afraid, of me! (For reference, I am five feet tall). But once they met me, they were like ‘Woah, Serena’s not scary!” and now we’re good friends. I’ve since learned to be less harsh/blunt in my editing. 

My senior year, I was Editor-in-Chief. That was something I dreamed about as a freshman, but wouldn’t let myself actually fathom. And even though I felt like I could have done a much better job, and I had a lot of personal sh*t to do with too, by the end of the year, I knew that I was leaving behind a strong legacy. 

It’s really something special when people you love give you a speech, crying, telling you how much you welcomed them, how much you made them feel like they had a place to grow, to be, and how much you’ve inspired them. 

Because journalism, especially student journalism, is about so much more than the news. It’s about a community. It’s community with your fellow reporters and editors, it’s comradery while kicking ass, it’s creating a community with your readers and your peers, it’s learning about the community you live in and sharing the ups and downs of life. 

Photo: A screenshot from my Instagram account of my high school journalism family, taken at our end of the year picture my junior year of high school. We had this running joke that I was going to be a world-dominator type person (because I’m so tiny and quiet) and my teacher said, “Okay, Serena now push Katie over” because I was taking over as EIC. Photo credit goes to my teacher (not going to post his name here). 

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I have a lot of setbacks, too. I have anxiety. Like, a lot. Of anxiety. I haven’t been formally diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, but I think I should be. 

I used to think I was just shy. And that was partially the case. But I grew from it, in large part because of journalism. I went from not sitting in my designated seat at the beginning of class because there were older kids in the way my freshman year, to leading the entire class three days a week my senior year. I liked high school journalism because I could get away with asking my friends for quotes, or just not really quoting anyone at all. 

I spent one quarter at the University of Denver last year, and it was somewhat the same thing. They didn’t have any strict standards on a number of sources, and I wrote articles that didn’t require speaking to a lot of people. But then, I took over nine months off from school in what should have been my freshman year of college, and thus took nine months off from journalism and reporting. So starting at The Collegian was a challenge. 

I am still damn proud of myself for getting up the courage, on the second day of classes at CSU, to go down to the newsroom and ask about reporting. I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t, and I love where I am today. 

To think that wasn’t even a year ago ... 

Photo: Here I am, remote copy editing for The Collegian, the week after Spring Break. Photo cred to my dad. 

When I started at CSU, I felt good. I was nervous, but transferring was a really good decision, and I’m from Fort Collins, so I felt more comfortable. And at first, my reporting felt really good.

But then I got too stressed with school and work, and that stress led over to increases social anxiety when I was reporting. I went to this community meeting and tried to talk to people there, but I felt helpless and quiet and I left and cried to myself. I then conducted my interviews over the phone. 

I even had to take a break for a few months last semester, because I had a panic attack with the mere thought of approaching people I didn’t know. 

But I worked through it. Aided by Xanax and peer support, I interviewed a bunch of people at the Eva Schloss event and felt really good about it. I also saw my high school journalism advisor, because his wife works at CSU Hillel, and talking to someone who knew my struggle felt good. 

For a long time I’ve doubted if journalism, if news reporting, is something I’ll actually be able to do. It’s the only real thing that makes me feel like I have a purpose, the only thing that makes me not feel depressed about life, but I am still so worried I’ll hold myself back in some way. 

That hasn’t happened yet. 

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It’s the summer before my junior year of high school, and I am about to go meet up with the other members of the new leadership team, Katie and Kathleen, at Starbucks. I’ve recently got my license and it feels really good to be driving myself around. 

I go to Target and buy a fancy looking notebook with the last $15 I have to my name, because I don’t have a job yet. I go to Starbucks and discover I like drinking tea. I talk with Katie and Kathleen and we brainstorm what we want the journalism class to look like next year. What we want to change, how we’re going to get students to know that we exist. 

It’s the summer before my senior year, and I bring this same notebook to a meeting at Dazbog that I have with our leadership team to get ready for the school year. I’m in charge. It’s weird, but in a good way. There are a lot more people there, and I fill pages upon pages of ideas, and agendas I want to start the first weeks with. 

So much had changed in a year. My parents got divorced, I started working a lot, I was looking more seriously into college. But so much was the same. The same people, the same work, the same purpose. It was good. 

It’s the second semester of my first year at CSU, my sophomore year of college. I’m at home, cleaning my room, procrastinating because I don’t want to write my final essay. I get a text from Laura, asking if I’ve heard back about the editorial board yet. I had shut my phone off because I was checking my email so obsessively. 

And there it is. I am going to be the 2020-2021 News Editor for The Rocky Mountain Collegian. I still don’t fully feel like I know what I’m doing, even though I have all this experience. News is happening, but it’s summer. Do I write about it? Do I ask other people to write about it? Can I express the authority and knowledge I know I have, to people who have more experience at the paper than I do? It’s still early. 

The day I get the news, I pull out an old, blue notebook that’s barely filled. It’s the perfect place to start brainstorming the things I want to change on the desk and the things I think are super important for Laura and me to talk about. 

I forgot that I had notes from my Editor-in-Chief days in there. 

Photo: The notebook!

It feels like I’ve completed a circle. Like all the highs and lows of my last few years have led me to here, right back to where I’m supposed to be. Where I’ve always known I would be. 

I know who I am; I know where I belong; I know my place and my purpose in this world. 

Ally Carter’s Gallagher Girls series brought me to writing, and writing brought me to journalism. In my obsession with those books, the unofficial motto of the CIA really resonated with me. “And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” 

Community and truth, that’s journalism. 

I want to be a journalist.

I am a student journalist.

I am a journalist. 

[too-many-kpop-hubands]

30 Day Fandom Challenge

I'm going with a musical fandom this time, one of my favorites and I still watch reruns from time to time.

As always tagging @domsberto

Day 8- Glee

1 & 2) Favorite Character & Most Relatable Character: Sam Evans [Close Call Honorable Mentions: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Santana Lopez, Sebastian Smythe, Jesse St James....yes I have alot of favorites]

Reason: You guys should know first of all that this was a really freaking hard decision but I had always planned to put Sam as my most relatable character. The more I went back through my rewatch of Glee not to long ago the more I realized that the Southern Dork had my heart more than I realized. Sam can be a bit of a himbo most of the time but he has a heart of gold that got trampled on time and time again. He was willing to do whatever he could to be there for his friends and sometimes came up with insane conspiracy theories that were sometimes true, like when he theorized that the Warblers were juicing and it turned out he was right. He was a talented guy, able to sing and play guitar, and always managed to brighten up anyone's day no matter how shitty it was with one of his jokes and impressions. Sam got the short end of the stick in terms of an endgame ship, everyone he had ever been in a relationship with either cheated on him or left him. He literally stood right next to two of his ex girlfriends when they married *each other* and was still happy for them. Despite his family losing everything when the market crashed, he was grateful for what little he did have even if it meant he had to wear clothes given to him by friends or cheap items. He proved that he would literally do anything to help his family, like when he found a job as a male stripper to make extra cash to help his family afford certain luxuries they wouldn't be able to without extra help. He would also do anything for his friends, like when he helped Blaine gather all the rival glee clubs together to help him propose to Kurt. He could also be self conscious at times. He would often brag about his body but when no one was looking he found flaws that he didn't like about himself. Sam was an easy going, sweet, funny, closet romantic and I stan the hell out of him.

3) Most Underrated Character: Elliott Gilbert

Reason: The beautiful Adam Lambert only graced us with his presence on the show as Elliott for a very short time but it was enough to make an impact on me. He was very talented and a good friend to our Gleeks living in New York at the time. He sometimes acted as the voice of reason, being an unbiased middle man when Rachel and Santana were fighting. He refused to pick sides when his friends were fighting but gave them someone to talk to and vent to. He was a fun person to be around and have a way about him that made anyone at ease once they got to know him. When Blaine moved to New York, he felt threatened by Elliott and his friendship with Kurt but Elliott reassured both Blaine and Kurt that he believed in their relationship and wasn't out to come between them. He was a chill dude who was just an all around great person to be around and I missed him when he was written off the show so that Adam could go back to his music career. I loved Elliott so much.

4) Most Overrated Character: Rachel Berry

Reason: First of all Lea Michele has an amazing voice but her character Rachel is overrated because she *knows* she has an amazing voice and tends to rub it in everyone's face every chance she gets. She is always on about how she's going to be a star and how she's so much better than everyone but let's look at the facts. There are better, or equally as talented, characters on the show and when Rachel had the chance at her dream role on Broadway, she left it too soon to do a TV show that flopped after only one episode causing her to run back home with her tail between her legs to revamp the Glee Club. Sure she made it in the end after she decided to go to college (and married Jesse....yes!) But she became more humble after she lost everything and got knocked off of her high horse. I still thought she was an overrated character.

5) Least Favorite Character: Tina Cohen-Chang

Reason: Tina Cohen-Agitator as Kitty once dubbed her was one of the most annoying characters on the show. She was self absorbed, even more so at time than Rachel, and constantly whined because she wasn't the center of attention. She hurt people without any remorse, like when she dumped Artie for Mike Chang or when she dropped Sam as a prom date when he didn't get nominated as prom king. She also had her weird tendencies, like rubbing vaporub on Blaine's chest when he was asleep and trying to propose to Mike when they weren't even together. She complained about *everything* and it just grated on my nerves. I really couldn't stand her. Sorry not sorry.

6) Favorite Canon Ship: Quick- Quinn Fabray & Noah Puckerman [Honorable Mentions: Brittana (Brittany & Santana), Klaine (Kurt & Blaine), and St Berry (Rachel & Jesse)]

Reason: Before I start this, I know Mark Salling did some shitty things before his suicide and that is not ok but this reflects on his *character* Noah Puckerman, not Mark personally.

From the moment Quinn found out she was pregnant with Puck's baby and we the fans first see them alone together onscreen the chemistry insane. They loved each other but they never *really* dated despite having a daughter together and making out a few times. It wasn't until later, after Quinn went on the Yale and Puck joined the Air Force that they finally officially got together but even throughout the seasons you could see their love for one another. They were a beautiful couple who had a beautiful daughter (who they have up for adoption to give her a better life since they were only 16 when they had her), and probably more later after the show ended.

7) Favorite Non-Canon Pairing: Blam- Blaine Anderson & Sam Evans

Reason: They were best friends and there are alot of great romances that grow from friendship. While in the show Blaine had feelings for Sam that Sam didn't return because he was straight, in the eyes of the fans they were in love. They had undeniable chemistry and were cute together. They looked out for each other and would do anything for the other. I stan Blam so much. And honestly when Blaine sang "Against all Odds" to Sam, I adored that moment because Sam saw him and even though he didn't return the feelings, though I still say Sam was in denial because later he was way too focused on the fact that Blaine wanted to do him.

8) Least Favorite Pairing: Rachel Berry & Sam Evans

Reason: I thought Rachel and Sam was such a random pairing. Yeah they had their cute moments but the chemistry felt forced between the two of them, especially since Sam was still in love with Mercedes and Rachel hadn't been with anyone since Finn died. Honestly when they eventually broke up, and Rachel ended up with Jesse (yasss), I wasn't that upset by it. I was just upset my man Sam ended up being the only one left unpaired by the end of the show, minus Mercedes.

9) Favorite Part/Moment: The Double Rainbow Wedding

Reason: I stan both Brittana and Klaine so much. When Santana proposed to Brittany in the final season I was like yassss Queen because I adore them so much, though I was still kind of salty like Kurt was that Klaine called off their engagement. The day of the wedding, or days leading up to the wedding, however saw my other pairing getting back together and the reunion of Klaine was epic as always. Fast Forward to the day of the Brittana wedding and Brittany, with the approval of Santana and Sue, made Klaine an offer they couldn't refuse. They surprised everyone when they made their way to the alter walking Brittany and Santana and actually staying so that they could get married to. It was a beautiful ceremony that left me with one of my favorite quotes that I plan to get tattooed on my wrist "I'm a work in progress". It was moving, shocking and beautiful and I love this moment so much.

10) Least Favorite Part/Moment: The Quarterback - Finn's Death

Reason: First of all, Rest in Peace Cory! You left an impact and will always be missed.

Because of the unexpected death of Cory Monteith, the writers had to kill Finn Hudson off on the show as well which lead to one of the saddest and most emotional episodes of Glee ever. It is my least favorite because I can't watch it without sobbing like a baby because you can tell the emotions of everyone in the episode are genuine. It was a sad time for us Glee fans.