#i couldn’t tell if this drawing was Actually Good or not so. we’ll see?

[willstragicapples]

wow i’m back! and with an Art at that. crazy.

this man has got me in a chokehold. it’s becoming an issue.

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If anyone here keeps a reading/book journal what do you dooo. I feel like I’ve tried multiple options and none of them have really been perfect

[meazalykov]

friend to wife

ingrid engen x reader

summary: to your family, she was just a friend until she became your wife

warnings: coming out, mentions of comphet, angst but comforting overall!

it’s quiet when you and ingrid step out of the car, the crisp december air nipping at your cheeks as you glance toward the familiar silhouette of your childhood home. 

christmas lights twinkle along the roofline, a warm glow spilling from the windows, and for a brief moment, you hesitate. your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation coursing through you. 

ingrid steps closer, her gloved hand finding yours, squeezing gently.

“you okay?” she asks, her voice soft, her norwegian accent wrapping around you like a comfort blanket. her eyes, steady and calm, meet yours, and you nod despite the tightness in your throat.

“yeah,” you murmur, although the weight of what you’re about to do feels monumental. this is your family. your parents, who have always pictured a version of you that you’ve long since outgrown. 

your younger siblings, who probably suspect more than you’ve let on. and now, you’re about to introduce them to ingrid—not as your best friend, not as your teammate, but as your wife.

your wife.

the word still feels surreal, even though it’s been three weeks since the day you and ingrid exchanged vows in a small, intimate ceremony at a courthouse in barcelona. it had been perfect, just the two of you with alexia, fridolina, marta, and caroline as witnesses, the simplicity of it feeling right for who you both are. 

ingrid hadn’t wanted to wait until next summer, and you, always understanding, had agreed. the euros would come and go, but this—your love, your commitment—couldn’t wait.

“we’ll be okay,” ingrid reassures you, leaning in to kiss your temple. 

“your family loves you. they’ll love us.”

you take a deep breath, letting her words ground you, and together, you walk toward the front door.

the inside of the house smells like pine and cinnamon, the comforting scent wrapping around you as soon as you step inside. your mom appears from the kitchen, a warm smile lighting up her face as she pulls you into a tight hug.

“there’s my oldest girl,” she says, holding you close before turning to ingrid. “and ingrid! it’s so good to see you again.”

you exchange pleasantries, your dad appearing from the living room to join in the greetings. your younger siblings peek around the corner, grinning as they call out your name and wave at ingrid. 

it’s all so familiar, so normal, and for a brief moment, you wonder if you should keep the truth tucked away a little longer. but then ingrid’s hand brushes yours, a silent reminder of why you’re here, and you steel yourself.

“actually,” you start, your voice a little shaky. you clear your throat, glancing at ingrid before looking back at your parents. 

“we have something to tell you.”

your mom raises an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her eyes, while your dad leans against the counter, his arms crossed. your siblings exchange glances, their expressions a mix of intrigue and anticipation.

“ingrid is here with me because– well– she isn’t just my best friend,” you say, the words tumbling out faster than you intended. 

“she’s now my wife.”

silence.

for a moment, the only sound is the faint hum of christmas music playing from the living room. your mom blinks, her smile faltering slightly as she processes your words. your dad’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words come out. 

your siblings, on the other hand, seem less shocked. one of them—your youngest sister—lets out a quiet “i knew it,” earning a nudge from your brother.

“your wife?” your mom finally says, her voice tinged with surprise but not unkind. she looks between you and ingrid, her gaze settling on the norwegian. 

“you two got married?”

“we did,” ingrid confirms, her tone calm and steady. she steps closer, her hand finding yours again, and you draw strength from her presence. 

“three weeks ago, in barcelona. it was a small ceremony, just the two of us and a couple of friends.”

your dad exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair as he looks at the rings placed on the ring finger of your hand. 

“why didn’t you tell us sooner?” he asks, his tone more bewildered than upset.

you swallow hard, your grip on ingrid’s hand tightening. “it wasn’t easy for me to accept who i was, for not being what I thought was ‘normal’,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“for so long, i thought i was... someone else. someone straight. and it wasn’t until i met ingrid in wolfsburg that i started to understand myself and everything else.”

your mom’s expression softens, her eyes filling with something you can’t quite place—understanding, maybe, or compassion. she steps closer, reaching out to touch your arm.

“sweetheart,” she says gently, “you could’ve told us. we love you, no matter what.”

“i know,” you say quickly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

“but i was scared. scared of disappointing you guys,.”

your dad steps forward then, placing a hand on your shoulder. “you’re our daughter,” he says firmly. 

“that’s never going to change. and if ingrid makes you happy, then we’re happy for you and our new daughter-in-law.”

the relief that washes over you is almost overwhelming, and you feel the tears spill over as you nod, a small, shaky smile tugging at your lips. ingrid squeezes your hand, her own eyes glistening with emotion.

“thank you,” she says softly, her voice directed at your parents. 

“that means a lot to both of us.”

your mom smiles, wiping at her own eyes before pulling ingrid into a hug. “welcome to the family,” she says, her voice warm and sincere. 

“we already loved you, but now you’re officially one of us.”

your siblings chime in then, teasing you about keeping such a big secret while also expressing their excitement. your youngest sister, always the bold one, asks if she can call ingrid her sister-in-law now, and you can’t help but laugh.

“you’ll have to wait for the ceremony in 2026,” ingrid jokes, earning a round of groans and laughter.

“2026?” your mom repeats, her brow furrowing. “why so far away?”

“the euros,” you explain. 

“ingrid will be playing for norway, and i’ll be with our country. it’s going to take up most of next year, so we figured 2026 would give us time to plan something special.”

“well,” your dad says, clapping his hands together, “we’ll be there, no matter when or where it is.”

the rest of the evening is filled with laughter and stories, the initial tension melting away as your family embraces the news. sitting at the kitchen island later, you watch as ingrid chats with your mom, their voices low and easy, as if they’ve known each other forever. 

your dad is in the living room with your siblings, showing them old photo albums, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a deep sense of peace.

this is what you’ve always wanted—acceptance, not just from your family, but from yourself. and now, with ingrid by your side, you finally have it.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Another Ending - 6 | spy!Bucky

Character: ex!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a short week watching over your niece, who loves romance books. She thought you were just a normal aunt, but it turns out you have secrets.

Tags: Spies, action, threat, offense, fight scene, violence, romance, comedy.

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Lori was spinning around the room, singing with a mischievous grin on her face, "Aunt is a nasty girl, yeah, she's a nasty girl," mimicking the moves from a viral dance she must have seen online.

You rolled your eyes, wincing slightly as Bucky gently cleaned and treated the wound on your arm. He glanced at Lori with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Meanwhile, Henry, sitting nearby with a puzzled look, watched Lori's performance unfold. "What on earth is she doing?" he asked, clearly baffled by her antics.

"She's making fun of me," you replied, sighing as you glanced over at your niece. Lori continued her exaggerated dance, clearly enjoying herself.

Bucky, focused on wrapping the bandage around your arm, muttered, "She's not nasty." His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of tension in his eyes.

Lori suddenly stopped dancing and sprinted over to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Tell me more about your ex!" she demanded, her curiosity getting the better of her.

You noticed Bucky’s hands falter for a moment as he tied the bandage a little tighter than necessary, his jaw clenched ever so slightly. "He's not my ex," you corrected, your tone firm but tinged with frustration.

Lori giggled, clearly enjoying teasing you. "Yeah... right..." she drawled, drawing out the word as she smirked knowingly.

You shook your head, exasperated. Your niece, always with her head in the clouds, had now latched onto the idea of some dramatic romance after discovering that you had encountered someone from your past.

And that someone was the very reason you were sitting here now, with fresh bandages and a sore arm. Lori’s song and dance were just her way of processing the excitement of what she imagined to be a grand love story, not realizing the pain and complexity it actually brought.

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24 hours ago

"What you said is pointless because we don't have the data," you replied, frustration lacing your tone.

Henry shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, that might be true, but I know where they hide it."

A groan escaped your lips, and you brought a hand to cover your face. "I hate where this is going."

"Why?" Lori asked, her eyes lighting up with interest.

Bucky leaned forward, his expression serious. "You want us to steal it," he stated flatly, already seeing the direction Henry was headed.

Henry chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "Steal is such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as... liberating the truth. Recovering what's rightfully ours."

You shot him a skeptical look. "Liberating the truth? That sounds like something straight out of a heist movie."

Lori’s eyes widened with excitement. "A heist? Oh, this is so cool! Can I help? Please, let me help!"

Bucky gave her a wary glance. "This isn’t a game, Lori. It’s dangerous."

Lori bounced on her toes, her enthusiasm undiminished. "I know, but I want to be part of it! I can do it, I promise! You said I was a good actress, remember? I could be the distraction or, like, the tech whiz or something! Whatever you need!"

Henry grinned, clearly amused by her enthusiasm. "See? The girl’s got the right attitude! Nobody would suspect someone like her to be involved in espionage."

You sighed but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Alright, alright. If Lori wants in, then we’ll find a role for her. But if this goes sideways, it’s on you, Henry."

Lori clapped her hands, practically vibrating with excitement. "Yes! This is going to be awesome! I can’t wait!"

Henry clapped his hands together, his smile broadening. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get to work. We have some planning to do."

At Charity Event

The grand lobby of the company was abuzz with activity. Children laughed and played, their faces painted with bright colors. The "Make It Together" charity event, hosted by the company’s CEO, had drawn a large crowd.

Both of you are planning to steal data from a CEO known for holding everyone’s dirty secrets. This CEO also loves to host charity events at his company to enhance his public image and boost his business.

Dressed as a happy family, you and Bucky played the part of doting parents, while Lori, full of youthful enthusiasm, easily fit the role of your daughter. Henry, blending in with the crowd, kept a vigilant eye on the situation.

Henry knew about the vault because he had been there when the CEO proudly showcased it and placed the secret data inside.

As you and Bucky moved toward the restricted areas, you leaned in close, whispering urgently, “If things go south, remember—no matter what happens, save Lori first. She’s the priority.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed in concern. “I don’t think—”

You cut him off, your voice firm but laden with emotion. “This is my only request, Bucky. Please.”

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. “I understand. But I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe too.”

As you and Lori approached the vault with Henry’s directions, Bucky positioned himself by the entrance, watching for any sign of trouble. You worked swiftly with the digital key cracker, trying to stay calm despite the tension.

Inside the Vault

The vault door opened with a soft click, revealing rows of safety deposit boxes and data drives. Lori, playing her role perfectly, had successfully distracted the guard, allowing you and Bucky to enter unnoticed.

“Got it,” you whispered, retrieving the data drive from its place on the shelf. “Let’s get out.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tense atmosphere. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite double agent.”

You froze, hearing that familiar voice filled with spite. Standing in front of you was Romeo, your former colleague. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes locked on you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

“Romeo,” you said, trying to remain composed. “What are you doing here?”

Romeo’s smirk was a blend of flirtatiousness and anger. “I didn’t expect to see you here, especially not with him."

Bucky stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “We don’t have time for this.”

Romeo’s gaze flicked to Bucky, then back to you. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “I suppose it was only a matter of time before you chose another. I’m just curious—did you miss me at all, or was it all just part of the job?”

You kept your tone even, but the past echoed in your words. “It was always part of the job, Romeo. Nothing more.”

Romeo's eyes flashed with a mix of fury and betrayal. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with contempt. “Of all people, you choose to work with him? The most wanted fugitive and the worst traitor?” His tone was laced with disbelief as he gestured toward Bucky with a sharp, accusing finger.

Bucky stepped in, his voice firm. “Well, she chose me.”

The words hit Romeo hard. His face contorted with anger. “Oh, so that’s it? You’re just going to flaunt it in my face? How charming. I always knew you had a talent for stealing—both hearts and secrets.”

Lori, watching from a distance, could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her. She stayed silent, her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. This is a LOVE TRIANGLE!

You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Romeo. This isn’t about us anymore.”

Romeo’s anger flared. “I guess some things never change. You always had a knack for making everything personal.”

Before you could react, Romeo lunged, reaching for the data drive. Bucky moved to intercept him, but Romeo’s partner appeared, grabbing your arm and twisting it painfully.

“Gotcha,” the partner sneered.

You struggled free, delivering a swift kick to his side. The fight erupted in full force as Bucky and Romeo grappled, exchanging blows. You managed to push back your attacker, but Romeo drew a knife, aiming it directly at Lori.

Without thinking, you threw yourself in front of her, taking the hit to your side. Bucky’s eyes widened in horror. “Y/N!”

You gritted your teeth, trying to stay upright. “Get Lori out of here!”

Bucky fought off Romeo and his partner with renewed determination, eventually knocking Romeo out cold. He helped you toward the exit, Lori’s worried face visible in the doorway.

Henry, who had been monitoring from outside, was already pulling up in the getaway car. “Get in!” he shouted.

Bucky helped you into the back seat, and Lori followed closely. The car sped away from the building, leaving the chaos behind.

As the adrenaline began to wane, Bucky pressed a hand to your wound, his face a mask of concern. “Hold on, we’re almost clear.”

Lori, her face pale but determined, asked quietly, “Aunt, are you okay?”

You managed a weak smile despite the pain. “I’m fine, Lori. Just a scratch.”

Henry glanced back through the rearview mirror. “Was it worth it?”

You held up the data drive, the evidence of the CEO’s wrongdoings. “We got what we needed.”

Henry grinned, relieved. “Then let’s get out of here before more agents show up.”

The car sped into the night, leaving the confrontation and the chaos of the charity event behind. You leaned back in your seat, clutching the drive tightly. Despite the pain and the narrow escape, you knew you had accomplished your mission.

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Present Time

Lori was still buzzing with excitement, peppering you with questions about Romeo. Bucky, visibly agitated, clenched his jaw and avoided eye contact, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, Henry was in the other room, trying to uncripted the drive. He took a drag from his cigar but suddenly erupted into a fit of uncontrollable coughing. The sound echoed through the room, making him look vulnerable.

Lori quickly sprang into action, grabbing a glass of water and handing it to Henry with a concerned expression. “Here, drink this,” she said softly.

Henry accepted the glass with a grateful nod. “Thank you.”

Lori watched him closely, her concern deepening. “How long have you been sick?”

Henry looked up, surprised by her insight. “How did you know?”

Lori pointed at the medicine in his bag, her voice carrying a tone of familiarity. “I used to help my mother take care of my father when he was sick. I remember most of the names of the medicines he used.”

Henry was impressed by her knowledge. His gaze softened, though his eyes still held a trace of sadness. “I just found out,” he admitted. “My life is now just counting days.” The doctor didn’t tell him, but he knew. That’s why he doesn’t want to die miserably in the nursing home.

Lori’s expression reflected a deep empathy, recognizing the bitterness in his words that mirrored her own father’s struggles. She glanced at the cigar and whiskey near Henry, then met his eyes with a gentle resolve.

“Do what you love while you still can,” she said quietly.

Henry chuckled, a bitter but appreciative smile playing on his lips. “I will.”

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As Bucky finished treating your wound, the dim light from the room cast soft shadows across his face. He looked up, his expression serious yet tender.

“You’re in the danger zone, James. Why did you try to find me?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

Bucky’s gaze locked with yours, filled with a depth of emotion that made your heart ache. “I realized that knowing I can’t be with you forever is haunting me.”

You studied him, feeling the weight of his words. The room seemed to shrink around you, making the moment feel intensely intimate.

Bucky continued, his voice hushed but resolute. “I know I’m a bad person. I’ve lived my life constantly looking over my shoulder. If I die tomorrow, at least I need you to know how I feel. I don’t want to leave this world with regrets.”

You felt a lump in your throat, a mix of frustration and tenderness. “You’re a fool, Bucky.”

He let out a soft, bittersweet chuckle, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I know.”

“That’s why I liked you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air between you, carrying an unspoken promise.

Bucky’s smile grew, and he reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. “I’ve always liked you too. Even when I didn’t want to admit it.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. You could see the vulnerability and longing in his gaze, and it mirrored your own feelings.

Slowly, he leaned in, his breath mingling with yours. “If we make it out of this, let’s promise to take whatever chances we can get. Let’s not waste another moment.”

Your heart raced as you closed the distance between you, sharing a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up over time. The kiss was both tender and passionate, a release of all the feelings that had been pent up for so long.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, and Bucky’s eyes were filled with a mix of relief and hope. “Let’s fight for a future where we can be together,” he whispered.

You nodded, your heart full of resolve and affection. “We will.”

As the romantic moment unfolded, a sense of quiet intimacy enveloped you and Bucky. But that peace was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a soft chuckle. Both of you turned, your sighs of frustration mingling with the realization that you were being watched.

There, peeking around the edge of the door, was Lori, her eyes wide with curiosity and amusement. You and Bucky exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing that your private moment had been intruded upon.

"Lori!" you called out, your voice a mix of exasperation and embarrassment.

Lori’s face broke into a playful grin, and she quickly darted away, her laughter echoing down the hallway as she ran.

Bucky shook his head with a chuckle, the tension from the moment melting away. You couldn’t help but smile at Lori’s antics, feeling a sense of warmth despite the interruption.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes softening with affection. “Well, at least she’s in good spirits.”

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[maudie-duan]

Summary: In a crowd full of adoring fans, Harry can’t seem to take his eyes off the girl standing front row, who won’t look up from her phone—I mean, why the hell come to a One Direction concert, have one of the best spots in the house, and not look at him, at least once??? What happens when Harry takes it upon himself to get Romee’s attention? Will he be “that” asshole, or is he as charming as he thinks?

Word Count: 768

A/N: I had a little inspiration from @howling-wolf97 

I read their One Shot called “Your Texting!” <— 

I couldn’t stop thinking about how well they nailed Harry on stage, and so this is what my brain came up with—of course, we're getting Harry on stage being Harry, eventually, but different era. 

Warning: Mature, Eventual Smut, Strong Language, Angst.

I thought it was an asshole move to steal the phone of a fan for self-amusement, but maybe that was Harry’s thing—I guess he didn’t physically take the phone from my hand; my friend did—I knew nothing about One Direction except that they were a boy band and that my best friend was obsessed with them. She had been begging me for months to go to this concert. Eventually, I said yes, but let me back up and explain how this all happened and how Harry Styles ended up with my phone.

Let me start by telling you that just to get to the concert, I had to take two different planes. I couldn’t for the life of me find a round trip from Oklahoma to LA. Nothing about the trip had been easy, so I wondered if this would be the fate of everything that was to come. 

Did I mention that there was a twelve-hour layover?? By the time I got to California, I felt dead. All I wanted to do was crawl into my friend's bed and cry—because I should also tell you that sometime during my flight to LA, my boyfriend messaged me and basically said, “I think we should see other people…”

Well, actually, it said this:

This was one of the first things I saw when I landed, so I think you can understand how the concert was the last thing on my mind—Who sends their girlfriend of four years a shitty half-ass breakup—because that was essentially what he was doing, right?—And why would he wait until I left town to tell me this?—It had been less than 24 hours since his dick was inside me—to say I was pissed was an understatement.

I didn’t message him back. I didn’t want this to ruin my trip, and I was so excited to see my friend, who I rarely got to see anymore since she was going to college in California. I wanted to go and not only have a good time with Clara, but I also wanted to celebrate her because it was a big fucking deal to finally get out of Oklahoma like we had always dreamed of doing, and here she was. I was so proud of her and wanted to share these memories with her. 

The concert was the first thing on our list. Clara kept droning on about how her dad “outdid himself” and sarcastically spilling about how her parents’ divorce had finally been working in her favor. 

“I’m just saying, Rome, we’ll be so close that we’ll be able to see them sweat.” Clara gushes. 

I roll my eyes, “Clara, how old are they?” I ask, genuinely curious to see if she should be this excited about a group of “boys.”

Clara grabs her phone, pulling up each of their Instagram profiles. She made a point to over-explain minor details that I’m sure I would have no use for later, but as she went on, I got sucked in:

“So you’re telling me that people—” I start.

“No fans—” Clara corrects me, “They’re not just people. We’re faaaannnns,” she draws out.

“Okay, so “fans” really believe that. Wait—” my eyes search her face, trying to remember each of their names, “Is it Larry?” 

She belts out laughing like it’s the funniest thing I’ve said all night, and I know I’m more amusing than that, but I shrug it off and listen. “No—H-A-R-R-Y,” she over annunciates “And, Louis.”

“So, Harry and Louis are a thing?” I questioned, a little skeptical because she had yet to show me any real evidence, except for a few videos that “maybe” could have been edited.

“Like they’re just fucking behind the scenes?” I ask.

She silently nods, gazing down at her phone, smiling a smile you would give a newborn baby, “Yeah…” she breathes out, “They’re perfect…”

“Wait—wait—wait—” I say, snatching the phone from her hand. “So you’re telling me…that this hot fucking dude…is gay?” 

We’re both staring down at a picture of the guy with longish brown hair covered in tattoos, and I’m having the hardest time accepting that he is even the slightest bit gay—I’m mean, if he is, good for him, but I’m not even a fan, and selfishly I want every odd to be in my favor. 

“I know, he’s hot, right?” She voices, stealing my exact train of thought. She has the same look as before, admiring her beloved “boys.” —and I fall back on the bed, grabbing my phone to re-read Shawn’s message. Thinking of what I’ll say when I finally see his stupid fucking face. 

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[a-ikuoliver]

Mercury your event is SO cute I’m actually obsessed! I’m such a beer girlie, but if I had to pick a drink it’s gotta be a jägerbomb! And for the character you pick because I want you to be as free as possible I’m ready for anything👀

ehehehe i was a lil cheeky with this one, i leaned more into the leave you wanting more vibe with the jagerbomb also im sorry for the lack of beer i've never met a beer or cider i've liked LMAO i was going to make this endeavor but the more i wrote it the more it worked better with bakugou but i hope u like it!! teehee birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

anyone who wasn’t a couple jagerbombs deep could tell you how bad of an idea jagerbombs are at an work party, but when you work at one of the most popular bars in musutafu, it’s more a rite of passage.

not even here a year, your work-best friend was the very first to inform you of the notorious annual work party, how messy they get, how she’d gone home with the chef one year, and how many servers had crashed in the booths over the years. finally, the time had come for the party, your friend already abandoning you to flirt with the chef again, although, you couldn’t play the morally high act about it when all your attention was on your boss behind the counter.

walking behind the bar, you perused the liquor on offer, mostly mid-tier stuff, but god, did the imported stuff look good right about now, something smooth to take your mind off of him. fuck, why’d he have to roll his sleeves up like that? his forearm muscles enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath that damn shirt, an endless expanse of muscles underneath a wife-pleaser singlet, thick thighs caged in his expensive slacks.

“need some help?” lost in your daydream, bakugou is beside you before you realise how long you’ve been ogling him, your indecisive daze in front of the alcohol drawing his attention (any excuse to talk to you, really). you’re nowhere near drunk enough for him to be this close, to get this messy. yet.

“you don’t have my beer on tap.” his eyes nearly roll back at your sweet tone, your gentle teasing that’s been driving him up the wall for months. he stays steadfast, dark garnet eyes unwavering, despite the top you’d worn specifically for them to wander.

“let me make it up to you,” he takes another step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your lungs when he reaches around you for the distinct green bottle, trapping you between his biceps for a fleeting moment, “we’ll do something i used to have in my party days.”

grabbing two pint glasses and two shot glasses, you watch him work with the kind of swiftness and expertise decades behind a bar could give a man, every twist of his wrist calculates, not a single drop of jagermeister or redbull spilling, even when the latter threatened to bubble over the top of the glass.

“you used to do jagerbombs?” you can’t help but sound incredulous, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline when you accept the drink from him. mesmerised as he pours his own, you try to imagine him younger, chugging back the bomb, swallowing shot after shot, stumbling home in the am. even in your daydream, his hair had speckles of salt through the blond of his hair, the silver fox look worked too well for him to see him any other way.

“why are you so shocked? i was twenty once.”

“it’s hard to imagine you… like that.”

“like what?”

“you know, a party animal, i can only see you drinking bourbon on the rocks.” he chuckles at the memories, of sleepless nights, of horrendous hangovers.

“i could still drink you under the table.” he challenges, already reaching to pour another, you try not to laugh in his face, the image of your all-powerful boss drunk and stumbling was something you’d pay to see. with a smile you could only describe as evil, hot, you clinked your drink with his before knocking it back, “sure you can, old man.”

after too many bombs, an assortment of other shots, some cocktail bakugou poured you and a sip (you weren’t game enough to have more of it, there’s a reason you weren’t a bartender) of the one you poured him, the pair of you stumbled into his office at the back of the bar. half the buttons are undone on his shirt, your hands sliding beneath the hem of his shirt even when he pulled away from you long enough to unlock the door, pulling you inside with him and nudge it closed once more before turning all his attention back to you; the way you stared up at him with glassy eyes, the way your lipstick smudged under your bottom lip, how your chest heaved (the way your tits looked when you did), how your dress rode up when you pulled yourself onto his desk, tugging him in by his belt loops.

he can’t even find it in him to care about the time-sheets crinkling under your ass when you bite your lip, can’t care you’re his employee and his mind goes blank of everything when you wrap your thighs around his hips. fuck, you’re irresistible like this; arching into him, kissing and biting his jaw, one hand tugging your dress further up your thighs, the other working off his belt to slide into his slacks, searching for more and more, more he wants to give you.

you’re just so, so, so hot… and he’s soft. he’s fucking soft. he finally has you under him and he can’t get it up.

let’s hope the alcohol buzzing through your blood is enough to clear your memory of this in the morning.

[yoditopascal]

Everything I Lost But Found In You

summary: Shinji reflects on everything he lost and gained from Aizen’s betrayal.

warnings: fluff, slice of life, post TYBW, pre-CFYOW, Sen is a tsundere, slightly suggestive content

a/n: I’ve been working on this OC since 2008 and I’m so excited to share her with you guys! The first chapter is short and sweet but I promise the next ones will be longer!

Masterlist//Next Chapter

Everything

Shinji leaned against the wooden railing of his office of the 5th Division headquarters, the air infused with the sweet scent of fresh cherry blossoms, flowing gently through his hair as his wife worked diligently behind him on his paperwork that was now a week late.

As he started to contemplate the twists of fate that had brought them together, warm memories of their earlier days resurfaced to the forefront of his mind. Just as he was starting to get lost in his thoughts the sound of his wife getting to her feet drew him back to his reality. Sen stretches behind him and lets out a huff, as she stood from his pile of unattended documents at his desk, drawing his eye to the undeniable curve of her belly that marked her heavily pregnant form with a smile.

She turned to him, a mix of frustration and affection in her eyes as she started to chide him for letting paperwork pile up so much over the past week.

“I swear the older you get the lazier you get Shinji.” She said with a frown though he could tell from the mischievous shine in her eye that the jab wasn’t serious.

“You can’t keep relying on me to forge your signature, Shinji. I won’t always be here to bail you out, especially when Asahi gets here!” she scolded, but her voice lacking any real bite to it as she rubbed at her swollen stomach. He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle as he came back into the office space, stepping closer to her and attempting to steal a kiss to her cheek as he gently rubbed her stomach, placing a warm calloused hand over her much smaller one.

“You shouldn’t stress so much. It’s not good for him,” he teased, knowing she wouldn’t let him off the hook entirely. “Besides I said I’d take care of it when we got back, it’s not my fault you decided to start doin’ it before we leave.” he added, knowing how excited she was to see her friends and their kid again even if it was just to watch Chad’s boxing match over at Ichigo and Orihime’s.

Sen smiled at his affectionate antics but swatted him away playfully, “That’s because I knew you wouldn’t do it.” she waved him off as she continued. “Now go and find Atsushi, we gotta leave soon and she’s probably off training with Ichika so I’m sure she’ll need to get cleaned up before we go.”

“Go on, get moving, or we’ll be late!” she urged, her tone light but stern as she waddled past him towards their shared home. “So cold.” Shinji’s expression fell into a mock pout at her dismissal. “At least I know Atsushi loves me,” he quipped back at her retreating form. As Sen walked toward their home to get ready for their trip to the Human World, he continued to admire her form with a smile, hand resting in his cheek as he leaned in the railing of his office once again.

How the hell had he gotten so lucky in life?

The haunting memories of Aizen’s betrayal weighed heavy on him, even to this day, but amidst all the loss, there was a flicker of light, his love for Sen and the family they’ve come to make together never failed to ease his dread over what had come to pass.

He recalled the very first moment their paths crossed back in the tea scented walls of her father Kisuke’s peculiar shop, the warmth he felt the first time she had called him by his first name, their first date that she, to this day, still refused to acknowledge as their first actual date, their first fight, fueled solely by Shinji’s jealousy, over her spending more time with Kensei than him, the first time Sen patched up his wounds and chastised him for not letting her help him in the first place. Their first “I love yous” even though neither of them said it directly, they both knew the implications of what they had said meant to the other.

It was in those moments that he began to understand the depth of her feelings, she loved him, just as fiercely and unconditionally as she loved her family and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t love her just as strong back then even if he hadn’t known it yet.

[calicomarie11]

Secret Santa Fic Part 2

The laptop was open on the kitchen table, Safari drowning in a sea of tabs for homes in El Paso and the blank application for the EPFD. Eddie minimized the browser and opened up FaceTime, swiping at his hair and reflexively passing his finger over his upper lip even though the mustache was gone.

He clicked on Chris’ name and waited. It had been a few weeks since they had talked like this, face to face if even through a screen and he couldn’t help squeezing his thighs under the table from nerves. 

When the call connected and Chris’ face appeared on the screen, Eddie let out the breath he’d been holding.

“Hey buddy, good to see your face.”

Chris squinted at him and tilted his head. “Did you finally shave that cry for help off your face?”

And god his kid had become savage. He remembered when Chris was a literal ray of sunshine, when the teasing was good natured and silly. He wasn’t sure if this new edge was due to the events of the past year, Chris becoming a teenager and realizing that his parents were people too, or if it had always been there and he just stopped censoring himself. 

Eddie chuckled weakly and smoothed over his top lip again. “Yeah, a few weeks ago actually.” 

“Hmm. Did you do it because Buck broke up with Tommy?” Chris asked, a sly look on his face.

And what the hell was Eddie supposed to do with that? 

“NO, it had nothing to do with Buck. How do you even know about that?” Eddie spluttered.

“Buck kept sending me pictures of baked goods so I asked him what was going on and he told me.”

“Oh, that’s good. That you’re talking.  That’s partly why I wanted to talk to you.”

“Yeah, what’s with all the secrecy? Secrets don’t make friends.”

Eddie sighed. “We did the Secret Santa drawing at the station today and I drew Buck’s name this year.”

“So you need my help to get him a present?”

“Well, yes. He usually helps me pick out gifts because I suck at presents.”

Chris cocked his head. “So last year when I got a retro game handheld and the adaptive surfboard….”

Eddie nodded. “All Buck.”

“God, dad, when are you going to wife him up, already?” Chris groaned. 

And Eddie froze. Because what the fuck? Why would Chris think that was even a possibility? Yes, Buck had just gotten out of a relationship with a man, but that doesn’t mean that he likes all men, that he would like Eddie that way. Surely, Buck would have said something before this if he was interested.

And Eddie, well, he’d always dated women. Usually nice Latina women that his family would approve of and that he didn’t really think about when they weren’t right in front of him. And Shannon. He’d loved Shannon. She was his best friend, mother of his child, of course he’d loved her.

Eddie knew he’d been silent too long, but he cleared his throat and said as neutrally as possible, “Where is this coming from?” 

“7 years of watching you two dance around each other. Plus you like Buck way more than you ever liked the women you dated.” 

“That’s different, he’s my best friend,” Eddie defended himself.

“Well Denny’s my best friend you don’t see me hating all his girlfriends and spiraling when we can’t talk everyday.” Chris retorted. 

“It’s not like that.”

Chris shrugged, “When I was little, I thought you were dating and just didn’t tell me because you’re all repressed and shit. But then you kept bringing women around and I figured out you just suck at knowing your own feelings. And then Buck started dating Tommy and you went off the deep end, so I thought you finally figured it out. Are you telling me you’re still pretending that you’re straight?”

Eddie flushed a deep red, “Look, we can talk more about this later” (like when hell freezes over, Eddie thought)  “I just need this Christmas to be special for Buck since it’s the last one we’ll get to spend together.”

Eyes narrowed suspiciously, Chris said “I thought you said Buck was fine?” His mouth dropped open in shock. “Is he dying? Why wouldn’t you tell me that? I’ll start looking up flights…”

“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie interrupted. “He’s not dying I swear.” He dragged his hand down his face, wondering how he was capable of screwing this up so badly. 

“I was trying to keep it a surprise, but uh, I’m moving,” Eddie continued. 

“What,” Chris screeched. “Where the hell are you moving to?”

“El Paso,” Eddie said and made jazz hands, like the incredible dork that he was. “Surprise!?”

Chris groaned and flopped forward to bang his head on his desk dramatically. 

After a minute he sat back up and glared at Eddie. “No, Dad, you are not moving to El Paso. You are going to figure your shit out, ask Buck on a date, and I’m coming home to make sure you don’t screw this up.”

Eddie sat stunned at Chris’ words and he latched onto the last part. “You want to come home?”

“Well it’s clear you can’t be left without supervision. Does Buck know you’re moving?”

“Yeah. He’s been helping me look for houses.” Eddie responded.

Under his breath Eddie could faintly make out Chris saying “Self-sacrificing idiots, the both of them.” 

Then louder “Okay, we need a plan to romance the shit out of Buck, so I’m going to need you to take notes.”

Eddie nodded and grabbed the notepad he’d set next to the laptop on the table. As Chris talked, he diligently scribbled down instructions, a grin barely suppressed as he listened to his son. 

His son was coming home. 

Part 1

[statistically-spencer]

Fortunate Dream PT. 2

Summary: Your dream of joining the BAU was becoming more and more real. How will you handle sharing a private jet with your favorite characters?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (eventual), BAU members x reader(platonic)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this one! I finished Calculus 1 in 4-weeks while also being in a musical so I ran out of time there for a bit. Enjoy!

w/c; 783

Part 1 here

As confused as you were, you were having a great time experiencing the relationship that dream-you had with the members of the BAU. Everyone seemed to like you just fine.

On the jet, you found a place to sit in the window seat on the opposite side of the isle, where Derek sat, leaving an empty seat next to yourself. Derek gave you an assuring smile. You wondered how many traits that you, and this version of you had that overlapped. Did the team know about your fear of flying? Did they know about your raging crush on Dr. Spencer Reid? Did they know that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing and that you totally should not be there right now?? 

Glancing up, you made eye contact with Spencer, who seemed to be walking suspiciously close to your row.

Oh.

You tried to act natural as he took a seat next to you. 

You didn’t have to act natural for long, though, because in an instant the jet began to roll forward, faster and faster.

You swallowed deeply.

“Are you okay, Y/n? I know you never like flying but you seem like something is really off.”

“No, I’m okay.” You lied, “I’m just... I just didn’t sleep much last night and I’m really tired.”

“Oh, well you know, there’s no need to worry about turbulence. If anything, we should really be concerned about-”

“Spencer, no offense, but if you’re about to tell me about how what we should really be concerned about is the onset of a thunderstorm, contributing to the possibility of microbursts, I’d rather not hear it.”

You heard a chuckle and looked up to see Derek standing next to you. 

“Oooh, she’s got you figured out, Reid. Better be careful.”

You blushed. You were only remembering something Spencer had said in an episode of Criminal Minds. Had that episode happened yet in this timeline? 

“Oh no... I was just... I just don’t need to be any more freaked out than I already am right now.” You cleared your throat. 

Spencer smiled at you, “We’ll be fine.”

You were trying to think of something to say to the man. Anything. This was your chance to talk to the love of your life and you were drawing a blank. You couldn’t think of one clever thing to say to him. You just kept looking up at him, and whenever you looked, it seemed like he was looking, too. Which was probably a good sign, right? Instead, it was mostly silent. With you making the occasional attempt to look fine whenever there was turbulence. 

In the midst of everything, you forgot that you were, for the time being at least, a real FBI agent. And, you were in fact, actually dealing with criminals. However, those facts became extremely apparent when Garcia phoned in with details about the case. 

It was hard to focus when Spencer was sitting next to you the entire time. Being so real. So cute. So... Good smelling somehow. 

“-Well, we know hardly anything about the suspect.”

If you had been in a laughing mood after hearing all of the gruesome details of the case, you would’ve laughed at Emily’s statement.

“Male. Thirty-five-”

You froze, realizing that you and Spencer were saying the same thing.

“...Keeps within his inner circle.” You finished, looking Reid up and down slowly.

A quick glance around the jet told you that this was not an uncommon event. In fact, the knowing looks that were being shared by the rest of the team said quite the opposite.

Spencer blinked, trying to come up with more information.

“Also he definitely has children.”

“Obviously.” You blinked, looking around.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Luckily, the look on Spencer’s face wasn’t disgust like you expected. He looked... Proud? Happy?

Wait a minute. You were so caught up in information about the case that you didn’t stop to wonder how you came to that conclusion. Was that normal for you? Were you also a super genius? Perhaps. It was highly plausible, now that you were thinking about it. You were obviously young like Spencer was. Why else would you be on the team at that age? Huh. You liked being smart. It was cool.

“We’ll need to split up upon arrival-” Hotch interrupted your thoughts, “Prentiss you’ll be with Morgan, you’ll share a room at the hotel as well. And Y/L/N, you and Reid will be staying in the other room.”

Oh.

You stole a quick glance at Spencer. The over-confidence you had both been showing had disappeared in an instant.

“You got it, boss.” You tightened your lips.

Why would you say that?

[mxtantrights]

Bounded by shadow and blood (4)

Azriel x magic!fem!reader

You knocked on the door out of curiosity. Now that you know Azriel is here, you don’t want to barge into any room he’s in accidentally. It’s bed enough that he’s here to find out more about you.

“Come in.” Thesan’s voice calls from the other side.

You open the door and as luck would have it Azriel is inside with the high lord. He is standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes never leaving you as you enter the room.

“Are we starting this mission today?” You ask right off the bat.

Thesan claps his hands together and looks to Azriel, “I’ll let the shadow singer explain what today is.”

You look at him then, waiting for his words. 

“Before we do this I need to know you can hold your own. So we’ll have to go head to head to see where your strengths are.” He explains. You watch him for a moment, not saying anything and then turn to Thesan. 

“He can’t be serious.” You speak.

“I am.” Azriel says.

But you don’t spare him a glance. You keep your eyes on Thesan the whole time.

“Are you allowing this? Really?” You ask Thesan.

Thesan shrugs his shoulders, “I think this is a good thing. You can see where each other’s strengths and weaknesses are and be able to work together better.” 

He smiles. He hasn’t told Azriel what you are, no doubt. And if he is encouraging this fight then he wants to see how far Azriel is willing to go to find out. You wanna know too.

You take another look at Azriel and even though his face is holding no emotion you can just tell he likes this. The way his chest his puffed out and his chin is held high. You now can’t wait to bring him down a peg.

“Fine. We fight at dawn.” You state.

And with that you are leaving the room. None of the men say anything to you, probably a bit nervous at your reaction. Thesan knows you’re not one to just give up and give in. And Azriel got what he wanted so there’s no need for him to say anything more.

-

Dawn is in ten minutes. You have been in the training room, sitting crossed legged on the training mats. Your fighting skill couldn’t be described. The fae you fought really didn’t understand how their brute force was no match for your instinct. You didn’t need muscles or techniques. 

All you needed was blood.

In a match it’s easy to draw blood from your opponent. A bite, a punch, to a kick. The blood doesn’t have to be outside of your opponent’s body to use it. You just enjoy it that way.

“He’s waiting.” Thesan’s voice fills the room. 

You get up from your spot on the floor and turn to face the high lord.

“It’s now dawn yet.”

“Correct, but the anticipation is gnawing at me. Can we go?” Thesan asks.

You laugh and nod along. In the room earlier, Thesan maintained perfect composure as high lord. But just now, as he asks you to get a move on with this fight you know that’s your friend. 

You two walk in tandem to the sparing room. It was nonsensical that there would be another room for sparing rather than doing it in the training room, but you guess that’s what the High Fae like. Having extra rooms for things, showcasing their wealth.

Thesan announces you into the room as if it were an actually fighting match. You can’t help the snicker that comes out of your mouth. You see Azriel in the middle of the room, on the soft pads.

His hands are wrapped. But he still has his siphons on. Thesan had told you about them. How they dim his powers, and how he needed seven of them. You liked the challenge.

“I’ve never fought a bat before.” You say as you step onto the pads.

He doesn’t say a word. It pushes you even more to win this sparing match. 

Thesan counts the both of you down. You circle the shadow singer when he gets to five, taking in his stance and how his wings seem to be as still as cement. 

When Thesan says go you don’t charge for him. Instead you keep circling him. Azriel watches you like a hawk, but he doesn’t move either. 

“I though you two were fighting?” Thesan asks.

You crack a smile. Then you try swiping at his feet. He moves before you make contact. His hands up guarding his face. You kept your hands at your sides. Any blood spilt would be in your favor.

Azriel lunges and tackles you to the ground. You wrap your legs around his middle and flip him over with your strength. His wings made certain moves impossible but you would have to overcome it.

He grabs both of your hands and rolls you on your back. You let out a grunt as he pins your legs down. He’s looking down at you now a clear smirk on his face. You can’t let it stand.

“I saw your little show by my door last night.” You grunt.

You head bump his chin. He stutters for a moment, but it’s enough. You take charge and pull your arms out of his reach and put him in a head lock. Then it happens. You smell it before you see it. The familiar smell of iron. 

He twists out of your hold and pins your left arm behind your back, your stomach pressing against the mat. 

“I win.” He says.

“I don’t think so shadow singer.” Thesan says.

You smile. The droplet of blood that he had spilled from his mouth, now a shard the size of a toothpick aiming straight for his heart. He looks down at the magic. You wished you could see his face. 

He lets you go. You turn on your back and look up at him, a bit out of breath. He looks shocked to say the least.

“How did you do that?” He asks.

With your mind you let the blood fall onto the mat. 

“Maybe if you won I would tell you, but I think I’ll let you figure it out on your own.” You quip.

You get off the mat and dust yourself off. You’re just about to turn and leave when you see his hand go out. You stop. His hand it still out. You look at him and then at his hand again. 

“You’re a good fighter.” He says.

You weren’t expecting that. 

You take his hand in yours and shake it, “You’re not that bad either.”

we're getting there, trust me. but before we have good times we gotta get through some angst, trust issues and some reworking of how the inner court works. see you in the next part!

[munsonsduchess]

Wardrobe Malfunction

summary: you’ve worn the wrong clothes to school today, but Eddie is there to rescue you w/c: 695 warnings: swearing, use of pet names (sweetheart) a/n: I just needed this to exit my brain honestly. I saw this post and then @kokoshka67 said something about it and yeah

You were panicking. You hadn’t expected to have to be in the lab today, the teacher had told the entire class it would be further down the line and yet when you’d walked into class this morning Mrs Campbell had announced you’d all be working ahead of schedule.

Which is why you were currently in the faculty bathroom trying to reach your mom who wasn’t answering her cell. You just needed someone to bring you a pair of pants so you could actually participate in class and not just fail outright because today of all days you chose to wear a skirt.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you paced the bathroom and chewed on the nail of your thumb, “what am I gonna do?”

“Not to eavesdrop or anything but I might have a solution” a boys voice called from one of the stalls. You hadn’t even known anyone else was in the bathroom, Mrs Campbell had given you special permission to use the bathroom to try and call your mom.

As the door opened and Eddie Munson walked out you stopped chewing on your thumbnail for a moment to answer him,

“What do you mean?”

“Well. The way I see it you need pants, I happen to be wearing a pair today”

“I don’t get it. Are you telling me you’re gonna give me your pants?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Well more of a trade really”

“A trade?” you quirked an eyebrow at the strange look on Eddie’s face,

“Sure sweetheart. I’ll let you wear my pants for lab and you can give me your skirt for English and we’ll swap back after. If you want”

You could only imagine the look on your face to be some sort of comical shock by the way Eddie laughed,

“Why would you help me? You don’t even know me!”

“Call it my good deed for the month” Eddie laughed, “so what do you say? Wanna trade?”

“You’re crazy Munson” you laughed, Eddie already reaching for the zipper on his jeans, “alright, let’s trade”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

What you hadn’t expected after your impromptu bathroom swap was Eddie Munson confidently strutting down the hallways of Hawkins High in your skirt drawing all the attention away from your ill fitting jeans.

If anyone was curious about where you’d squired the new bottom half of your clothing they didn’t say anything. Or rather Mrs Campbell didn’t give them time to.

After class it did occur to you that you didn’t know where Eddie’s English class was so you could swap back, you were grateful for the jeans but you did want your skirt back since it actually fit you properly.

You asked around and found Eddie outside the school on an old bench behind the football field,

“You know I think I might have to get a few of these” Eddie said instead of hello, “I feel so mobile” he demonstrated his new found mobility with an imitation of a cheerleading high kick which made you laugh loudly when he lost his balance and fell onto the grass below,

“Might be a little advanced for you” you said in between laughing, “maybe you should give me the skirt back”

“What if I wanna trade something again?” Eddie said with a smirk, “what then?”

“What else do you want to trade?” you asked, “notes in class?”

“How about a date?”

“A date?”

“Yeah. You can pick what you wanna trade it for”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. Eddie seemed so earnest,

“Alright, I'll trade for a date. How about my number?”

“Seems like a fair trade to me sweetheart”

“I still want my skirt back” you told him as you input your number into his phone,

“I don’t know. Seeing you in my clothes is really doing it for me” Eddie whispered in your ear making the hair on the back of your neck stand up, “but I’m a gentleman, gotta get that date first” he said stepping away and holding up his hands

“Dork” you laughed again. You hadn’t anticipated this is how your day would turn out but you were happier than ever you’d chosen to wear a skirt that morning.

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[gonzo-rella]

Imagine: Your Dad, Jay Pritchett, Finally Accepting You, His Nonbinary Child

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Based on/a follow-up to:  Being the Nonbinary (Second) Youngest Pritchett Sibling

Relationship(s): Jay Pritchett x nonbinary!reader (familial)

Warnings: Past/referenced lack of acceptance/ trans/enbyphobia. Also, reader is implied to be alloromantic or otherwise interested in romantic relationships. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: This is definitely me projecting, as someone who knows that my dad will not even try to accept/understand my own identity.)

You were at yet another of one of your family’s gatherings, this time to celebrate one of Mitch’s especially successful cases. It was nice, since you’d recently broken up with the person you’d been seeing because it was obvious that they couldn’t accept your identity.

Of course, the night wasn’t without the typical drama, secrecy and misunderstanding, one amongst the kids (who were obviously trying to conceal something), one between Phil and Claire (who’d had some disagreement that they were making vague passive-aggressive comments about to one another), and something between Jay, Gloria, Mitch and Cam.

Strangely, you hadn’t fit yourself specifically into any of these dramas this time around, since Mitch had requested for you to entertain Lily for a while, so you ended up sitting on the couch beside your niece, watching a kids’ cartoon that you shouldn’t have found yourself so invested in. There were occasional interruptions from Cam and Gloria, who were promptly dragged away by Mitchell- rather suspiciously- before they could say anything of note to you. Though, you were too engrossed in whatever TV show you were watching to care.

That was until your dad approached you.

“Uh, hey, kiddo, mind if we talk in the kitchen?” Jay said as casually as he could, but you knew your dad well-enough to know that something was amiss.

“Sure,” you replied with a shrug. You turned to your youngest niece. “Bring me up to speed when I come back, okay, Lily?”

It was clear that she hadn’t been watching the TV, and that she was playing Subway Surfers on your phone. Still, she heard you, and rolled her eyes.

You followed your dad to his kitchen, where Gloria, Mitch and Cam had clearly been anticipating your arrival.

“Oh God, what is this?” you questioned.

“We’ll give you two some privacy,” Mitchell said, scratching his neck.

When Cam and Gloria made no sign of leaving, Mitchell and Jay eyed them sternly in a way that came naturally to Pritchetts, and the duo followed him with a sigh. You furrowed your brows, then focused your attention on your dad for a moment. Stiffly, you folded your arms and shifted on your feet.

“So...” you said, drawing out the ‘o’ and averting your gaze. “What did you wanna talk about? I take it it’s not, like, the weather or something.”

“Uh, no, I... I just wanted to see how you were holding up, after this whole breakup thing,” Jay responded, an awkward sincerity in his voice.

You bit your lip and nodded slowly.

“I guess I’m doing okay, thanks,” you shrugged, forcing a faint smile.

“You know, I know our part of the family’s not all that good with the whole ‘feelings’ thing,” Jay sighed. "But you can talk to me, or Mitchell, or Cam, or anyone, and we’ll all listen. We all care about you, kid.”

“Did Mitch tell you why we broke up?”

“Yeah,” Jay nodded. “Said they couldn’t accept you for... who you are, so you didn’t have any other choice.”

You huffed.

“That’s how it went,” you confirmed. You paused for a moment, then bit your lip once again. The both of you knew you were holding back tears. “It just sucks, y’know? Feeling like someone cares about you in spite of who you really are, and you can tell that they’re just placating you, and they don’t actually see you for who you are, and that they’d prefer you if you were... normal.”

As your dad watched you speak, watched as you became closer to breaking down right in front of him, he couldn’t deny the sinking feeling in his chest.

He sighed.

“Look, kid, I’ve been talkin’ with your brother... and it’s made me realise that I’m doing the same thing as your ex, and the thought of you cutting me outta your life like them scares the hell outta me,” Jay explained. “So, I want you to know... I fully support who you are and anything you do because of that. All I want for you is to be happy.”

A trembling smile tugged at your lips, and it was difficult to hold back the tears any longer. You nodded.

“Thanks, dad.”

He returned your nod.

After a moment of hesitation, you stepped forward and hugged your dad awkwardly. You only intended for it to be brief- no more than a few seconds- but, much to your surprise, he returned your embrace. It was tight and filled with genuine warmth, unlike any time you’d hugged him before. It was almost enough to melt away the vague tension of the past years, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a complete sense of relief. Similarly, with the terrifying prospect of losing you now unlikely, Jay was grateful to have you, his kid, in his arms.

[gumnut-logic]

Along the Way (Part 4)

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I've been re-reading Alexander Sweetapple while feeling crappy over the last few days and am ever so grateful for all the support this series has received from everyone. Apologies for all the delays on this fic. And extra special thanks to both @womble1 and @idontknowreallywhy for adding their glorious talents to this universe as well.

I managed to dig up the next part and write a chunk of it tonight, so here we have more of this fic. It's getting there, I promise.

Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for feilding my call for a read through yet again. You are wonderful, m'dear.

I hope you enjoy it. I also hope to write some more asap.

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He had managed to help the young woman get free of the pile of what felt like wood pinning her legs. They had little light, but with her permission, Alex investigated the source of the pain in…”I’m sorry, what is your name?”

Her voice was shaky. “Elizabeth.”

He sent her a smile but then realised she probably couldn’t see it. “Nice to meet you, Elizabeth.”

Her nervous laugh lightened the dark atmosphere just a little.

“I’m Alex.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper and then a whimper as his fingers found the injury to her leg.

Damp and sticky.

Damn.

It was impossible to tell exactly how much damage had been done, but as far as he could tell she had a gash in her leg.

She was crying again.

“It’s okay, we’ll get this bound up and then start looking for a way out of here.”

He wrenched at his shirt, attempting to get the fabric to tear. A brief curse at the simplicity of movie medical situations and what was actually possible; and a fingernail split enough threads to tear a hole. Another few yanks and he decimated whatever the hell he was wearing, but managed to get a strip of fabric long enough to bind Elizabeth’s leg. It didn’t seem to be bleeding too badly.

Next problem.

There were still other people nearby, he could hear various whimpers and a man yelled for help. What Alex needed to do was determine where the hell ‘here’ was and find an exit.

God, he wished Virgil was here.

A blink.

Alex swallowed. Okay, they really needed to get out of here.

But again, he was drawn back to the problem of exactly where ‘here’ was.

His head was pounding and working far slower than he was used to. It was frustrating.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” The shape that was Elizabeth was turned towards him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Bit of a headache. Just thinking about how to get out of here.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

He was in Gisborne.

The thought came to him suddenly and glaringly.

Gisborne. Why was he in Gisborne?

The throb in his head made thinking so hard. An image of Erica shooing him out of his lab.

He blinked dust out of his eyes. Erica was always shooing him out of his lab. She smotherhenned him within an inch of his life sometimes.

And he loved her for it.

His world was so different from what it had been before. He was so lucky. He was able to create what needed creating. He had the support of some of the most powerful people in the world.

Unassuming powerful people who offered him coffee and a smile.

So lucky.

“Alex? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Huh?”

The darkness had him wanting to close his eyes.

But he couldn’t.

Because it was a symptom of a head injury.

Holographic Scott Tracy said so.

“Yeah, I’m good.” A deep breath, laden with dust and moisture. Water was still dripping somewhere. “We’re in Gisborne.”

“Yes, we are. In the Tairiwhiti Museum.” Elizabeth’s voice was steadier. “In the cafe.”

In the cafe?

Mum.

“I was here with my mother!” He desperately tried to draw information from his foggy memory. “She…” Where was she? His heart hurt to think of her lying somewhere in this darkness. He raised his voice. “Doctor Sweetapple?!” A struggled breath. “Mum?!”

Several voices answered, crying out for help.

None were his mother.

He swallowed. Walk it through.

He needed to find his mum.

He needed to help these people.

And they needed to get out of here.

As if reading his intentions, the floor he and Elizabeth were sitting on groaned, and something in the distance snapped like a gunshot.

And the whole building moved.

Alex yelled as the floor tipped, sliding downhill with a screaming screech. He grabbed Elizabeth and the nearest fixture in the dark and clung to both in the roar of snapping crumbling wood and brick.

Until it all slammed to a stop, wood raining down on them both.

The silence that followed was marred by the sound of rushing water.

The building was now on an angle, dust falling past them.

Elizabeth was crying in his arms while he desperately attempted to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.

At least he now had a direction. Up was likely out.

And they needed to get out now.

-o-o-o-

“Alex is here…in Gisborne?” The words drifted from Virgil’s throat as he stared at small holographic Scott standing on his wrist.

“Yes, he went there for lunch with his mother.”

Virgil looked at the devastated landscape around him. Alex was somewhere in this?

He straightened his shoulders. “Do we have any idea of his location?”

John appeared beside Scott. “His credit card was last used at the Farmer’s Market. Street camera footage has him and his mother walking across the Peel Street bridge half an hour before the quake hit.”

The fact that neither of those systems were able to be accessed by ‘unauthorised’ personnel was completely ignored.

The fact the Peel Street bridge was now in the river it was supposed to span was far from encouraging either.

Virgil was currently standing on the remains of one of the taller buildings in the city, so he could see across the devastation towards the river and the remains of the markets where Alex might be.

He swallowed his instinctive reaction down, his need to be there immediately, the need to find his…friend.

He swallowed again, pushing his heart into his boots and straightened. His brother’s news had come just as they pulled the last out of the building beneath his feet. “Thunderbird Five, where are we needed next?”

His holographic brothers didn’t respond immediately, John’s hands darting across controls Virgil could not see. Scott’s expression was one Virgil did not want to parse.

Not now.

But John understood. “Local services are requesting liquefaction assistance along the Portside riverbank. Thunderbird Two is needed along with some rescuee extraction.”

“FAB.” Virgil turned, his exosuit wheezing with every movement.

“Thunderbird One will attend Gisborne shortly. I just need to finish up here. ETA fifteen minutes.” The Commander’s voice hid everything.

Virgil nodded, thankful for holographic technology, his throat suddenly tight.

“We will find him, Virgil.”

Another nod.

“FAB.”

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[thegettingbyp2]

So happy you are writing for Aaron Tveit again, though I love all of your writing!

Can we have a jealous!Aaron Tveit where reader is also an actor and her new project is with her ex as her love interest and Aaron likes to remind her who she “belongs to”

A Good Look on You

A/N: I used Austin as the ex in this simply because I was watching Elvis while I was writing but I actually ended up really liking having it as Aaron and Austin!

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Your boyfriend wasn’t a jealous person, he had no reason to be. However, there were a few times where he felt like he was being pushed a little bit too close to the edge; and this moment was one of them. Aaron was always incredibly supportive of you, encouraging to always go for the roles you want even when you were adamant that you weren’t going to get the part. And that’s exactly what had happened with your new project, only it had backfired on him this time.

The new project you were working on was a cheesy rom-com (the kind that you loved to curl up on the sofa and make Aaron watch with you), the thing Aaron was bothered by however, was the fact that you were starring opposite your ex, Austin Butler. When you found out that was who you were going to be working with, you and Aaron sat down and you asked him if he was okay with you doing the film and, not being one to tell you what to do and knowing how much you’ve wanted to do one of these films, Aaron told you he didn’t mind. And he really didn’t.

Until he went to visit you on set.

On the day you were filming a sex scene.

And now he was sitting, watching as Austin pressed his lips to your neck, pinning you against the wall as your fingers tangled in his hair, keeping him pressed against you. Aaron couldn’t help but feel jealousy work its way through his body; he was the only one that could draw those whimpers from your lips and there was something about knowing that you’d been with Austin, knowing that Austin most probably knew your body as well as he did, that made him want to prove to you that you’d made the right choice by breaking up with Austin and falling in love with him.

He felt relief wash over him when he heard the director yell cut, a feeling that was very short lived when he saw you and Austin hanging back on set, talking to each other, still very close to each other. His breaking point was when he watched Austin’s thumb brush against your neck, making you laugh lightly and Aaron jumped out of his seat, wandering towards you.

‘Hey,’ Aaron said, wrapping his arm around your waist and dropping a kiss to the top of your head before looking straight at Austin.

‘Hey!’ you exclaimed, tucking yourself comfortably into his side. ‘You okay?’ you asked when you realised that he was keeping his eyes trained on Austin.

‘I’m fine,’ he replied, tightening his hold on you slightly, causing an amused smile to form on your lips. ‘Is that you done for the day?’

‘Well, we don’t know if the director’s going to want another take of that scene,’ Austin piped in, a smirk on his lips as he looked at you and you felt your cheeks flush bright red.

‘I don’t think he will, it was a good scene,’ Aaron replied calmly, shocking you. ‘I guess (Y/N)’s just really good at pretending when’s she’s not with the right person.’

You had to stifle your laugh by burying your face into Aaron’s chest as Austin’s face fell slightly before he regained his composure. ‘Yeah, well, we’ll see about that,’ he said to Aaron before turning to you. ‘Let me know about that drink,’ he said to you before walking off towards his trailer.

Aaron kept his eyes trained on Austin’s back as he walked away before turning to look at you. ‘We need to get to your trailer now,’ he said lowly, his eyes darkening as he looked at you. You nodded quickly and led him off the set to where your trailer was and the second the door was closed, Aaron had you pressed up against it. ‘Does he think he’s still got a chance with you or something?’ he asked, knowing he wouldn’t get a coherent answer from you with the way his lips were marking up your neck. You shook your head with a whimper as you wrapped your arms around his neck, using your grip and the force of his body against yours to keep you upright. ‘Because he doesn’t, does he? You’re mine, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

When you didn’t answer, Aaron’s hand came up to fist in your hair, tugging your head back, causing a whimper to escape your lips at the loss of contact. ‘Answer me.’

‘No!’ you replied quickly, ‘I just want you, no one else!’

Satisfied with your answer, Aaron picked you up and led you over to the bed in the corner of the trailer, throwing you down on the mattress. Due to the scene you’d just filmed, you were only wearing a dressing gown and underwear that matched your skin tone. Crawling over you, Aaron let his forehead rest against your chest as he took you in. ‘I can’t believe he saw you like this,’ he mumbled and your fingers wound in his hair tugging his head up to look at you.

‘Are you jealous?’

‘No, I just don’t like other people seeing what’s mine,’ he replied, quickly ridding you of the underwear and throwing them across the trailer. The second you were bare in front of him, his lips came down to wrap around one of your nipples, your back arching at the feeling instantly. Aaron took the opportunity to slide his hand beneath your back, keeping your back arched and your chest pressed against him as he suckled at you. His free hand slipped down you rub gentle circles against your clit, groaning against you when he felt how wet you were and he released your nipple with a pop, kissing his way down your body until he settled in between your legs.

The moment his tongue touched your clit, all thoughts vanished from your head, the only thing you were focusing on was your boyfriend between your legs, eating you as though you were his last meal. When his lips wrapped around your clit, you felt your legs begin to shake and you knew that you weren’t going to last long. Sensing this, the moment you were right on the edge of your orgasm, Aaron pulled away completely, causing you to cry out.

‘The only way you’re cumming right now is on my cock, pretty girl,’ he said softly as he kicked his trousers off and hovering over you once again. His thumb came down to trace circles on your clit again, working you back up until you were moaning and whining loudly. ‘Now, tell me,’ he said, lowering his head until his lips were right by your ear, ‘who’s in the trailer next to us right now?’

‘Austin!’ you cried out loudly in reply. Aaron felt another wave of jealousy rush through him when he realised that that wasn’t the first time you’d moaned Austin’s name like that.

‘That’s right, baby,’ he whispered in your ear, ‘now what do you say we show him who you actually belong to, yeah?’ He didn’t give you a chance to reply before pushing his cock into you with one, swift movement, drawing a loud moan from you. ‘That’s my girl,’ he said, smiling down at you wickedly as he began to thrust into you at a rough pace.

You wouldn’t have been able to quieten your moans even if you’d tried with the way Aaron’s cock was brushing against your g-spot with every thrust. Every now and then, he’d push into fully and grind against that spot for a few seconds before resuming his pace, hurtling you closer and closer to your orgasm every time.

‘Aaron, please,’ you begged, ‘I’m gon - ’

‘You’re alright, baby, I’ve got you,’ he said wrapping his arms around me and flipping the two of you around until he was laying on his back with you on top of him. He didn’t let up with his grip around you, preventing you from moving on top of him. Instead he planted his feet on the mattress and thrust up into you, each thrust shoving the air from your lungs. ‘Let go,’ he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your throat in time with a hard, deep thrust. Your vision clouded as your orgasm took over your body and your nails dug into his waist, the sound of his hiss echoing in your ears.

Just as you were coming down from your orgasm, you registered the sound of Aaron’s praises in your ear, telling you how good you were for him as he thrust into you a few more times before stilling as you were filled with his cum.

‘Can we just sleep here tonight?’ you asked, curling up on his chest once your breaths began to even out.

‘I’m pretty sure our bed at home is a lot more comfortable than this one,’ he replied, chuckling, the sound making you smile sleepily.

‘You were jealous,’ you teased, the smile still planted on your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

‘Maybe I was a little bit jealous,’ he admitted, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be. If this is how you being jealous ends, it’s a good look on you.’

[celestiall0tus]

Amaranthine - Chapter 15 - I See You

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            Luka swung by Juleka and Rose’s apartment around midnight. He turned the corner to the kitchen and paused when he saw Juleka.

            “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Luka asked.

            “And pass up on the chance to interrogate you? It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

            Luka sighed and sat at the table. Juleka placed a plate of snacks down along with a pair of mugs with coffee.

            “So, how was your first day of work?”

            “It was… interesting.”

            Juleka smirked and wiggled her shoulders. “Oh? Do share, Brother.”

            Luka let out a breath. “Marinette is Nimue, isn’t she?”

            Juleka paused mid bite as she stared at Luka with wide eyes. “How’d you figure it out?”

            “Oh, you know, small things at first. The odd comfort I take in her presence, the constant draw throughout the day, and, well, she told me her soulmate dreams.”

            “Yeah, that would do it, wouldn’t it? What are you going to do?”

            “Good question. Let me ask another. Xiulan is Longg, isn’t she?”

            “Yes,” Sass answered.

            Juleka and Luka turned as Sass materialized and sat beside Juleka.

            “I feared as much. She seems to approve of me well enough, but she certainly won’t when she learns who I really am,” Luka pointed out.

            “Well, why not just tell Marinette when the dragon is out of the lair?” Juleka suggested.

            “He may be waiting for a while. Longg is damn near glued to Marinette. Always lurking somewhere nearby,” Sass remarked.

            Luka grimaced. “You were around there today?”

            “Of course. I was in the Unseen. Longg slipped into it often to keep an eye on the two of you, until she was needed elsewhere.”

            Juleka hummed. “Well, you can either wait until Longg goes grocery shopping, or we can organize a distraction.”

            “What kind of distraction?” Luka asked.

            “Girls, I know you’re listening. Come out,” Juleka announced.

            A moment passed before Freya and Diana joined them.

            “We’re sorry, Mam. We just couldn’t sleep and-,” Diana started.

            “How would you two like to accompany me when I head to Auntie Marinette’s next week for my lessons?”

            Freya and Diana’s eyes lit up. “Yes!”

            “Will we be able to learn some witchcraft too, Mam?” Diana asked.

            “No way! We’ll need to keep Longg busy so Uncle Luka can confess to Auntie Marinette,” Freya corrected.

            Diana groaned. “Why?”

            “Because Longg will kill him otherwise should she hear the truth,” Sass remarked.

            “Why?” Diana asked.

            “Because Longg is a dragon, and dragons hold grudges. And the grudge she’s holding is from their previous lives,” Sass answered.

            “Oh! You mean when Auntie Marinette was burned at the stake?”

            “Correct. So, you two will be keeping Longg busy so Luka can tell Marinette everything, but not Longg, understand?” Juleka asked.

            Freya nodded while Diana frowned.

            “Why go through all this trouble? Why not just fuck and call it a day?” Diana asked.

            Luka choked as he took a sip of his coffee.

            Juleka snickered. “Because Uncle Luka is too much of a bitch to actually put a move on any woman or man. You should have seen when we were younger. Our friend Alix was-.”

            “They don’t need to hear that story, Jule,” Luka interrupted.

            “Why not? Wouldn’t it be amusing to hear how you ran away like a scared kitten when the moves were put on you?”

            Luka deadpanned while Sass snickered.

            “Mam, is Uncle Luka a lost cause?” Diana asked.

            “That depends if he can bag Marinette. If not, then he really is a lost cause,” Juleka teased.

            “It probably doesn’t help that he has to keep fighting her,” Freya muttered.

            “It’s not by choice, Freya. Longg’s fury is stronger than Marinette’s will, so Longg wins every time.”

            “Might help if you don’t pump so much sedatives into her. Maybe then you could actually talk to her,” Sass mumbled.

            Luka opened his mouth when the ground shook. He braced himself while Juleka protected Freya and Diana. The tremor passed and Luka ran out with Sass behind him. He transformed in the dimly lit hallway and made his way outside.

            Atropa scouted the area to discover a long, slender woman thin as a rail. Her skin was black as night with pink fiery hair that billowed about. She hurled fireballs into buildings that lit up with pink fire before everything crumbled to ash within seconds. Fear gripped him as he ran out and confronted the woman.

            The woman opened her mouth to speak, but Atropa snapped his fingers. She let out an unearthly scream as she crumbled to the ground. She hissed and cursed as he inflicted more injuries on her. He moved again to close the gap when the earth shook. He stumbled when a pillar of rock hit and launched him off the ground. He turned and caught eye of another woman with vines for hair.

            Atropa snapped his fingers again when he heard a cat’s yowl. He turned his head as Midnight and Carmine came barreling in. Carmine wrangled the ghouls together as Midnight slashed at their bodies, turning them to dust. He let out a breath as he landed on the ground.

            “You. Get somewhere not out in the open. I don’t care if you help, but don’t let the dragon see you,” Carmine ordered.

            “What for?”

            “There are more of these ghouls around the city. We’re doing our best to detain them, but more just take their place. We’ve been trying to locate a source, but haven’t,” Midnight explained.

            “Exactly, and we can’t deal with you and your lover’s quarrel tonight. Not until-!”

            The earth shook violently beneath them. They looked around for the source as a pair of vine-haired ghouls rose from the cracks in the street. They readied for a fight when the vines on the ghouls shriveled and died. They exchanged glances when Nimue landed and crushed the ghouls’ bodies to ash. Everyone froze as Nimue’s armor fell away and her clothes torn to tatters.

            Carmine took a breath and stepped out in front of Atropa. “Wait, please. I beseech you, we need you help. You are a master of the elements and these creatures are using said elements against us. Could you aid us in tracking and stopping the source? Please. The casualties are unreal tonight and more grow the longer we let our enemy stand.”

            Guenevere huffed. She closed her eyes and hummed. She took a few steps forward before her eyes shot open. She grabbed the heroes and Atropa, then took off. They gasped and struggled to catch up when they landed atop a building. They looked down in the plaza below at large black creature on the ground.

            Atropa, Carmine, and Midnight recoiled at the sight of the monster. It was stuck on its back with a bloated stomach. It let out a ghastly scream as it spewed more ghouls from it. Midnight covered her mouth and turned away, Carmine took several deep breaths, while Atropa looked away. He chanced a glance at Guenevere and saw tears streaming down her face.

            “Alright, we need a plan. We need… we need something,” Carmine whispered.

            “Fuck that. I’m just going to blast the whole area. Get rid of them for good,” Midnight snarled.

            “Hold up! We can’t just run in, guns blazing. For an abomination like this, Adonis must have precautions set up. We need-!”

            “A lesson,” Guenevere snarled.

            “Wait, what? No. Hold on. Wait!” Carmine begged.

            Guenevere ignored Carmine and dove down. Atropa readied to follow Guenevere, but was held back by Carmine. He attempted to fight Carmine when she pointed below. He turned to watch as all the ghouls and the abomination pointed to Guenevere before they jumped her. He sucked in a breath when there was an explosion of fire. They shielded their eyes until the blaze darkened.

            Midnight snarled and jumped down with Guenevere. The pair burnt and blasted the ghouls to ashes until they had an opening. Guenevere grabbed Midnight and hurled her over to the abomination. Midnight blasted the creature to ash, destroying it and the butterfly. The rest of the ghouls crumbled away to dust on the wind.

            “Well, looks like Midnight’s plan was the go-to,” Atropa muttered.

            “No. Something isn’t right. Hey, Guenevere! Up here!” Carmine called.

            Guenevere and Midnight rejoined the others. She shot a glare at Atropa before she faced Carmine. “What?”

            “Those monsters, were they trying to kill or capture you.”

            A pause. “Capture.”

            Carmine’s breath caught. “Does this mean you know Adonis? Or perhaps Adonis knows you?”

            Guenevere opened her mouth when her eyes widened and clouded with fear. A loud whine escaped her as parts of her body shifted to Nimue’s golden armor.

            “Longg! Longg, the fairies! They’re his, aren’t they?” Nimue cried.

            “Relax, you’re safe with me. I won’t let him harm you. I-,” Guenevere attempted.

            “He knows everything. He knows what I am. Who you are. He’s going to make me suffer. I-!”

            “Enough! Dragonling, enough. We don’t know what’s happening. There are too many variables at play here. The only truth we know is Adonis is looking to capture the dragon. If he wanted you, he could come for you at any point, but hasn’t. You’re ok.”

            The dragon let out a choked sob. She looked back at Atropa and swore. Guenevere relinquished her hold and let Nimue take over. Tears rimmed Atropa’s eyes as he charged forward and scooped Nimue up, holding her close. She clung to him as she sobbed.

            “This isn’t good, Carm,” Midnight said.

            “Not in the slightest. Dragon, if Adonis is after you, let us help guard you, please,” Carmine insisted.

            Nimue slowly nodded. “Very well. I… I can’t do this alone.”

            Carmine and Midnight knelt and placed a hand on Nimue’s shoulders. Nimue lifted her head slightly as she glanced at the pair.

            “You’ve never been alone. We’ve all been here, helping one another. In one form or another. Granted you’ve done a lot of the heavy lifting, let us return the favor. Hopefully, in the coming weeks, we can finally put Adonis down,” Carmine reassured.

            “Yeah! Together, we can finally end this madness. We finally have our variables to make a difference and finally take over this ludicrous game he’s trapped us in,” Midnight cheered.

            “Though, I do ask something steep. I know there’s no guarantee we can keep you completely safe. Even we have our limits. So, should the moment arise, would you being willing to put everything on the line to bring him down? Carmine asked.

            Nimue nodded. “I won’t live my life in fear forever. I refuse.”

            “Good. Could you give us a clue on how to find you?” Carmine asked.

            “The paradise where Arthur was taken to have his mortal wounds healed. The place we waits still before he makes his grand return to rule over all once again,” Nimue whispered.

            Midnight’s face twisted in confusion while Carmine nodded.

            “We’ll find you. That I promise. Night, let’s go,” Carmine declared.

            “Shouldn’t we stay?” Midnight asked.

            “She has herself and the snake. She’ll be fine for the time. Let’s go.”

            Midnight huffed, but left with Carmine.

            Atropa sighed. He held onto Nimue as he hummed and rocked them back and forth. He closed his eyes as he started to sing what came to his mind, lost in the moment. He was startled from it when she shifted, moving to sit in his lap and rest her head on his shoulder.

            Atropa smiled softly. “Comfortable?”

            Nimue nodded.

            “How’re you holding up?”

            “Still startled. The notion was… well, to say it was a shock would be generous.”

            “Who did you think it was to send you into a panic like that?”

            A pause. “I… I don’t want to think about it. Please, anything else. I’d even rather talk about that monster spewing abomination.”

            “Eww, no. That thing was awful. Uh, Longg? Is she… ok with this? With us?”

            Another pause. “She… she needs time. She doesn’t like you still, just because you’re my soulmate. However, with Adonis, she’s torn. She’s currently trying to assess who’s the bigger threat to me.”

            “Well, maybe I could sway her with the news that Sass and I are attempting to break the cycle so you and I can be together.”

            Nimue jerked her head up. “How? What are you doing?”

            “Our first step is getting… someone important. Someone who should be able to pinpoint where the problem is and help us solve it. From there, well, I can only hope all goes well.”

            “Me too. I’m tired of this game. I just want it to be over. I just want you.”

            “Me too. Every moment I’m away is agony, damn near torture. I just want it to end. I just want you. But, I have you know, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

            Nimue hugged Atropa tighter. “Me too.”

            “Hey, do you… have anywhere you need to be?”

            Nimue smirked. “Actually, I do remember I needed to be somewhere.”

            “O-oh? I’m sorry if I’m-.”

            Nimue scooped up Atropa and flew them to Bois de Boulogne. She landed near one of the lakeshores and set him down. She took a deep breath before she sat on the grass. He sat beside her, pulling her close to him.

            “I probably should have asked, but I just… I needed be surrounded by nature.”

            “Does it calm you down?”

            “It does. I enjoy listening to the heartbeat of the earth, the chatter of the creatures, and so much more. It’s all so… soothing.”

            “Is it? I’m a little jealous I can’t hear it. Think you can teach me?”

            “I don’t know if I can. Maybe Longg can once all this is over and we’re free to be with each other. No more endless cycles, no more dying young, just love and happiness at long last.”

            Atropa smiled. He pulled Nimue into an embrace. She wrapped her arms around his torso as she laid against him. He held her tight as he leaned back onto the earthy ground. She folded her wings and covered them like a blanket.

            “You’re comfortable? My armor isn’t hurting you?” Nimue asked.

            “I honestly don’t feel it.”

            Nimue smiled and sighed contently. She snuggled up against him. Her breathing evened out as she fell asleep in his arms. He stared up at the sky as he savored every moment before he fell asleep.

[crankpit]

ok highlights from heartstopper s2 because i need to rant

- literally all taoelle scenes ESP PROM!!!!! them dancing together!! they’re so perfect

- “and how did you know that this is my favorite chocolate bar?” GOD

- darcy asking tara if she’d still like her if she was a worm

- tao’s coursework 😭

- the moment nick finishes his last exam and they all run out the room laughing. a beautiful love letter to adolescence.

- the soundtrack!!!!!!! literally all the songs

- “i bet you’ve all been laughing at me behind my back because i’ve been so oblivious” 😭

- darcy vs. the invisible fish

- mon amour

- all the exact quotes from the comics esp the bit with darcy calling tara “jonesy”

- TAO. just in general. he’s so perfect.

- literally everyone’s reaction to nick speaking french

- elle’s outfits???!!!!!!!??? also elle’s smile

- tara’s folklore poster. yes.

- tao giving elle apple juice and running away (twice)

- embarrassed and awkward nick seeing the hickey. “i don’t even know how to do that” MY ANGEL!!!! “oh my god, wtht—is that—? did i do that?” BRO YES

- “i’m sure we’ll get to do it one day”

- giggling after making out

- “we WILL be having words!!!!”

- tao answering the door shirtless obviously

- nick and tao getting to know each other 🥺 tao being reluctant at first but then obviously couldn’t resist opening his heart to nick’s golden retrieverness

- the way kit’s such a fuckin HEARTTHROB. he’s insanely good at playing head over heels. hugh grant Who like literally

- the immaculate found family vibes. they were thru the Roof this season. it was nice to see everyone knowing each other better and hanging out as a group more

- elle’s painting

- nick turning back to kiss charlie at the door in front of everyone 🥺

- oh my god nick you giant rugby idiot

- tao freaking tf out about planning a date w elle

- TAO ASKING HER OUT FINALLY

- nick n charlie running thru paris to gabrielle aplin HOLDING HANDS. also felt like such a celebratory scene. i love those

- elle and tao admiring each other’s respective passions for different forms of art

- “it makes me want to draw” so simple so Beautiful and i know exactly what feeling she’s talking about

- their first kiss and them not knowing what to do and just giggling together…. GODDDDDDDD like are you kidding me. the cavetown song. elle lifting her leg…… FUCK

- the entire cast walking in slow motion down a corridor to carly rae jepsen’s “run away with me”. they did that

- charlie slamming the door in ben’s face

- tao kissing charlie just for shits and giggles

- “what were you gonna say?” “i… forgot” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- the teachers’ subplot . absolutely adorable

- all the “thank you, mr. farouk”s 😭 dads

- charlie in nick’s lap like are you KIDDING

- the queer to straight ratio is actually so fuckin hilarious. are there literally Any straight characters except tao and imogen? is imogen even straight? something was going on there

- darcy’s instagram post. so iconic

- tao seeing elle in her dress before prom. “you look… you’re so… hello!” PLEASAE

- taoelle paint scene GOD

- “you should invite him tonight! just tell him we need more chaperones”

- isaac realizing he’s aroace 😭 i’ve had that exact moment and i felt really seen <3

- “Like, being in a world where romance and sex are prized above everything else when you don't feel those forms of attraction. Growing up feeling that something about you is different, but you don't have the words to describe what that is. But then, freedom; the euphoria of freeing yourself from those pressures and expectations.” 🖤🤍💜 i cried.

- seven. nick and charlie kissing with seven by taylor swift in the background.

- their kiss in the doorway in the last scene oh my god. charlie on tiptoes

- and, as always, the way this show is an UNAPOLOGETIC CELEBRATION OF QUEERNESS. THANK YOU ALICE OSEMAN ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

my heart has stopped :)