#i feel bad now I wasn’t trying to make anybody upset

[chagrin-roses]

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[titaswrld]

daddy issues!

description: wade comforting you after having some serious daddy issues!

paring: wade wilson x fem reader

contains: angst, comfort, some dark themes, kinda 18+, daddy issues, dark descriptions of alcoholism, homelessness, just kinda sad

w.c: 1.7k

|an: lowk self indulgent highkey sad, i feel like this is kinda butt but lmk, also couldn’t decide if it should be wade pre or post deadpool so it’s up for you ����🏽 to decide. smut next i promise.

your dad has been a reoccurring factor in your life since you were nine; your parents divorced, he fell off the wagon, and he was almost a deadbeat alcoholic. except, despite it all, that was your daddy. that’s what hurt the most. you loved him, and he loved you, but he loved alcohol more.

your relationship with your dad was hard. he was your hero growing up; he was the coolest person you knew. playing his guitar, showing you the best kind of music, making you the best food, and showing you the best of film when he was sober. when he was drunk, he was unhinged and emotional, always terrorizing anybody and anything in his path.

as you grew up, you learned to just shut him out, accepting him for who he was. He tried rehab; it didn’t work. after he missed your high school graduation, your eighteenth birthday, and your college graduation, you learned to accept him when he’s sober and shut him out when he’s not. it wasn’t worth it. you spent half of your teenage years convincing him to quit; you spent too long trying to show him how much his drinking affected the people around him, but no dice. you learned to “forgive” him for the lost time, or more so, just get over it—the trauma, all of it. It still affected you, but convincing yourself you were “healed” worked better in your favor, as opposed to dwelling on what cannot be fixed.

it’s been a year since you’ve seen him face-to-face, and despite the occasional text telling your dad you love him and little life updates with the occasional response, he didn’t know much. a lot has changed about your life since then. that loser boyfriend your dad knew of, you dumped. a few months later, you meet your boyfriend, wade wilson. he was a character, and you loved him for it. you wish your dad could’ve met him before the alcohol got to his brain; he would’ve loved him.

honestly, you don’t think about your dad often, but when you do, you really go through it. it’s hard to hear how he’s doing, knowing his health is slowly declining, knowing you’ll never get your old daddy back; all these memories with him are just memories now, and you’re likely to never experience things like that with him again. Wade knew of this; he knew all about your dad. and he hated his guts, which he knew upset you, but he couldn’t help it.

he knew you were blindsided by the love you had for your father, but he fucking wasn’t. hearing about the things he’s done to you, the things he put you through, the things he wasn’t there for, and the way he traumatized you, he thought he was nothing but a selfish asshole, but of course he never said those words to you; all he did was hold you as you spoke about it and wipe your tears as he calmed you down with crude jokes, your favorite chick flicks, and takeout.

wade had his own daddy issues, but he killed his dad in cold blood, so he knew to just keep his mouth shut on the matter and do his boyfriend duties, comforting you and making sure that at the end of the day that you were okay.

today, you and wade were sitting on your bed, watching ta, and eating your favorite snacks.. until your stomach dropped as you saw that you received a text from your dad.

Hi, beautiful daughter. 😘

nothing bad, good…good. he seemed sober enough, so you decided to type out a response. hiding your phone from wade, as he laughed at something that happened in the show, he always told you to stop responding to him: “he’s drunk, he’s alone, and he wants someone to. bother; don’t let that drunk fuck ruin your days like that.” he’d always tell you..you never listened.

Hey dad! What’s up?

when your phone started ringing with an incoming call from "Daddy🩷,", you knew you were screwed. he always called you when he was drunk, and you always ignored him, saying you had bad signal, or were out and about, and he’d keep calling back and fourth until he eventually gave up.

“fuck!” you exclaimed. wade turned his head to see why you had shouted, and when he found out why, his expression dropped. jesus christ. but wade was sensing something off; you kept staring at the screen, your thumb inching toward the green button, as opposed to the one that read “message” to type out an excuse.

“youre going to accept the call? have you been smoking too much ganja? you need to lay off sweetheart.” he’d stated, wide-eyed and bewildered, that you’d accept the call. you always told him about what he’d say when you’d occasionally accept those calls.

“i kind of dug myself into a hole; he knows i’m on my phone. i can’t just ignore it, plus it’s been months. can..can you just stay in the room, please? i’ll put it on speaker; if it gets too much, i’ll just hang up. i can’t be alone when i talk to him.” you responded, panicking, trying to get all the words out before the phone stopped ringing. you knew it was stupid, but you felt so bad. you didn’t have the heart to ignore him today, knowing he was drunk and alone. you were all he had.

wade audibly sighed, seeing you so panicked and scared. how could he say no to you? “okay, okay, yes, answer it.”

you let out a shaky breath and answered the phone. you and wade heard a drunken “hey princess!” and you responded. long story short, it was the most transforming, life-altering, traumatizing conversion of your life. he told multiple stories, telling you about how he’s friends with all of these celebrities, having meetings with keanu reeves and brad pitt, how he was homeless and living on the streets for weeks until he finally found a hotel to stay at, how he got jumped, died for 8 minutes, then came back, how he’s famous, and how your mom was using him for fame.

all these stories proved to you how far gone he really was and how he’s not the same dad you knew and loved. you sat at the edge of the bed listening to every one, letting out the occasional response while tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. wade watched with a sad expression on his face. he rubbed your back to let you know he was there and you weren’t alone.

but then your dad started talking about how sorry he is, how sorry he is that he didn’t attend your high school graduation, how sorry he is that he hasn’t been much of a daddy these past few years, how he misses you and wishes he could hold and hug his beautiful daughter, and how proud he was that you were his daughter. how he was so proud of you and all your accomplishments.

as he started talking about this, his voice cracking and your drunken slur fading, you’d crawled into your boyfriend's lap, phone in hand, and hot tears rushing down your cheeks. this is when he started showing that he was still there; pieces of him were still in tact. you wanted to save him so badly, but that wasn’t your job, and even if there was no way to achieve that, he was gone, and you knew that.

wades expression began to crack as he felt a pang in his chest. as he felt your body wrack with more silent sobs, he cradled you in his lap, his nose nuzzled into your scalp, placing a lasting kiss so you knew he was still there. listening to everything your dad told you—in the flesh, he couldn’t believe it. the way he got mad at you for begging him to stop being so negative, the way he got mad and told you he wasn’t worth your tears once he heard your sniffles and strained voice—he’s never wanted to kill someone more, but knowing it would break your heart, of course he refrained. wade had never been this silent in his entire life.

after an hour of holding back, wade finally tapped the mute button in the middle of another one of your dad's drunken rambles.

“hang up; it’s over; it’s done with; you don’t need to listen to him anymore,” he stated sternly.

“i can't—i can't—he has nobody else.” you looked up at him, cheeks red and puffy, eyes sunken and swollen. he could hardly stand looking at you this way.

“babe, hang up the phone. i-i can’t look at you like this, and listen to the things he’s saying to you.” he said, sincerity laced within his tone and a worried expression plastered on his face.

you unmuted and gave your father an unbelievable excuse that he fought against but ultimately gave up on after you wouldn’t let up. after your dad hung up, you got off of wade's lap, reclaiming your seat at the edge of the bed. looking like a shell-shocked soldier, you put your head in your hands and wracked out more sobs as your body shook along with them.

“lt’s okay, honey; let it all out.” wade said from your side as his hand slid under your shirt and on your back as he began to rub small circles on your exposed skin.

as you began to calm down, you wiped your tears. your eyes were finally tired of all the crying, and your chest was in unbelievable pain from all the sobs that had escaped your lips. you said nothing as you climbed into bed, curling up into his chest as he took you in kindly, bringing the bedsheets up over the both of you to conceal you in the warmth of himself and the blanket.

“i know exactly what you’re going to want after this,” he said, cradling you in his chest and stroking your hair.

“what?” you said, your voice hoarse and muffled in his chest.

“hmmm… you’ll want to cook dinner together while we listen to chappell roan…watch she’s the man... then have hot, mushy, passionate sex.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone with some playfulness laced in between.

“wow, you know me so well.” you laughed into his chest, sending vibrations through his body, which caused a smile to break out on his face, bingo.

“well, looks like we better start soon huh?” he said, getting out of bed and flinging you over his shoulder like a rag doll to the kitchen. heart swelling as he heard more of that laughter he knows and loves.

[vaspider]

It seems like you might be having a bad day? That AITA post was a really lighthearted promo and faux links ala Rick Rolls are an established part of internet sillies. It wasn’t malicious and the subject they linked to is free.

You’re generally a more level headed person so I was surprised to see how aggressive you got. But based on your reaction the author is getting doxxed which does feel unfair given the nature of the post.

Okay, no. Absolutely not.

First of all: This is the last thing I'm saying about that post. Anybody trying to continue this conversation with me in any way after this response will be blocked.

We're not doing that nonsense up there. We're not doing the "Spider is responsible for someone else's behavior" thing. I've been very, very clear that I don't endorse harassment or doxxing, and I've also been very clear that I'm not responsible for what other people do. Saying, "I don't like deceptive links, and this has done the opposite of interesting me, it's upset me and made me not want to read this; heads-up, y'all, this isn't a legit AITA post," which is all I ever said, really, isn't in any way an incitement of doxxing or harassment, and it's absolutely shitty of you to try to lay that at my feet.

Are deceptive links (commonly called "RickRolls" even when they don't link to the Rick Astley video) a fun and hilarious part of internet culture? Not really, actually. Most links on the internet that don't lead to where they say they lead aren't fun and cheerful little "memes" (the post wasn't a meme, but we'll use the word the OP used) inviting people to read a free queer book: they're usually part of social engineering phishing campaigns.

What makes the original RickRoll sometimes acceptable is a) the fact that you immediately know you've been "got" because an Original RickRoll is unmistakable after the first time you experience it, b) the link serves as a punchline to a specific kind of internet joke, usually along the lines of "click this link for news that seems too good to be true," which reinforces the idea that you have to be careful about believing what you see online, and c) it's unique. It actually isn't funny, cute, or cool to put deceptive links up online, with the possible exception of a well-executed Original RickRoll. That's the entire point of why Original RickRolls work.

Deceptive linking is a behavior that is illegal in some jurisdictions & is also grounds for banning from a lot of sites, including, wait for it:

Deceptive or Fraudulent Links. Don't post deceptive or fraudulent links in your posts. This includes giving links misleading descriptions, putting the wrong “source” field in a post, setting misleading click-through links on images, or embedding links to interstitial or pop-up ads.

Tumblr.

Got that? It's actually against the fucking rules here. It's really, really clearly written in Tumblr's User Guidelines section of the Terms of Service. You know, the rules everybody is supposed to be following to be here?

So, no, I'm not "having a bad day," except that people keep being asshats to me for saying, "I don't think it's cool that you did this thing (that breaks the ToS on the site and uses a technique commonly used for spearphishing) to promote your book, actually," doubling down on it by trying to shame me by using the fact that it's a queer book as an emotional lever, and now I've got this ask both trying to make me responsible for other people's behavior and acting like me saying "hey, this isn't cool, and no, that response isn't cool either," and then blocking the person and moving on with my life is somehow not "levelheaded."

tl;dr:

Deceptive linking is against TOS, actually.

I'm not responsible for other people's bad behavior. I did not invite or incite that behavior. I just said "this thing you did isn't okay."

I have expressly disavowed doxxing and harassment for years, both because it's shit and because I've been a repeat victim of it.

How dare you, actually.

I blocked the OP after my second response. I'm not going to talk about this anymore. Anyone sending me any further asks about the subject whatsoever or attempting to continue this conversation with me in any way will simply be blocked.

Fuck's sake.

[st4rgxd]

Stuck in the Past

percy x hypnos!reader

summary: Percy chose you. But why does it feel like he didn't?

tags: angst, percy being an idiot, some comfort

wc: 1.6k

note: at last, a fanfic I actually liked after I finished writing

Percy and Annabeth are Camp Half Blood’s power duo.

No one would mess with them because surely the other wasn’t too far off. Even when fully alone, Percy and Annabeth were strong enough on their own to stand their ground. 

You were there for their last battle with Gaea. A tragic moment honestly. You had arrived during battle and had been shoved into fight mode. By the end of it, you wanted to run out and hope it was all an illusion. But then he stood before you and handed you a water bottle with a smile. A very exhausted smile that told you he didn’t want this either.

It was a painful realization.

Knowing that you were doomed to a tragic end due to your parents.

But Percy gave you hope. He fought hard every day to make his own destiny and define his future.  

You didn’t realize when you got close to Percy. It sort of just happened. He bumped into you at his high school which was your new school. He often took you to camp to train given that Gaea’s battle was your only hands-on experience. 

“I’m telling you. It had to be like ten in the morning when I got here. Campers were screaming. Satyrs helping. It was so confusing.” You chuckle to yourself but Percy remains silent. You don't let the silence linger before speaking again.

“It wasn’t as bad as it seems. I guess I needed the reality check.” You shrug thinking back to that scary day. You still sometimes have nightmares about it.  You haven't told anybody that but that day scared you more than you liked to think.

“When I first got here, I was also very confused. Grover was my friend and then he was my guardian. Chiron was my teacher and then my mentor. My mom was alive and then... well... the same more or less.” He takes a deep breath before giving you a small smile. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s okay to be confused and scared. It’d be crazy for you not to be. We’re wired to be great soldiers when we’re meant for more. At least that’s how I view it.” Percy kept talking to you after that. It was hard to stop once it started. 

Annabeth wasn’t upset over it.

Although you understand there was a bond there, one you could never break. You didn’t think it would matter. Especially not when Percy makes it clear that you're the one he loves. 

Yet it was getting hard to remember that. 

Late nights at Annabeth’s cabin slowly became dinners and late-night study sessions at her apartment. You tried to remain rational since Percy didn’t have a disloyal bone in his body. But it was hard to ignore the smiles that appeared on his face when he answered her calls. 

Today was the last straw.

He had invited Annabeth to the study date you had been looking forward to. He already saw her 6 days a week, why couldn’t it just be the both of you? 

You try to move past it but insecurities piled at the sight of him laughing and joking around with her as if you weren’t there.

Eventually, you had enough. 

“Excuse me. I need some air.” You get up abruptly. You practically run towards the library’s exit. It didn’t take long before he followed you out the door, Annabeth not far behind. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. Annabeth lingers behind.

“Yes. I’m fine.” You snap. Confusion fills his eyes at the tone of your voice. Were you upset with him? 

“Are you sure?” He asks but before you can answer a loud crash is heard behind you. 

“Percy behind you!” Annabeth shouts and on instinct, Percy moves.

Seeing them in action always leaves you in awe. It was amazing to see two people so uniquely in sync. Now, however, all you feel is sour hate. 

You join Percy’s side trying to be what he needs.

Instead, all you seem to do is get in the way. 

“I got it!” You run to knock out the beast while Percy shouts no. 

You get there and direct your focus towards the beast only for Annabeth to get caught in the crossfire, knocking her out. She fell to the floor, directly in front of the beast charging at you.

Despite the countless more quests you’ve gone on, all you could feel at that moment was the fear you felt the first day you arrived at camp. The beast lunges at you and claws into your arm before being shoved away. 

Percy isn’t sure how he was able to do it but he blasted the beast away, the water pushing you to the ground as well. He quickly ran toward Annabeth, where she was beginning to wake from your sleeping spell. 

“Are you okay?” He asked her and she slowly nodded. Her eyes looked up at yours causing Percy to redirect his anger. He gets up from her side and marches towards you. 

“What the hell were you thinking?! You could’ve gotten her killed!” He shouts and you bite back your words.

He was right.

You almost got her killed.

And you feel like complete shit.

The cherry on top just happens to be your boyfriend making you feel worse about you potentially hurting his ex. 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say while staring at the ground and then walking away. 

Percy had returned his attention to Annabeth who couldn’t forget your teary expression. She really didn’t hate you. She didn’t have any hard feelings toward you. So it didn’t sit well with her that Percy wasn’t treating you correctly. 

“What's wrong with you seaweed brain?” She asks him and he looks up in confusion. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Y/N? You practically kicked a sad puppy.” Percy crosses his arm, already getting defensive. 

“She could’ve gotten you badly injured. She kept intervening.” 

“She was helping.”

“She didn’t move after knocking you out! That thing would’ve run straight over you if I didn’t stop it.” 

“Is there only kelp in that head?” She snaps rudely, “I’d hate to say I know your girlfriend better but she isn’t immune to PTSD. I doubt she purposely stood there waiting for the monster to run me over. I shouldn’t even be here today. We’ve studied enough for your SATs and finals, you’ll be fine seaweed brain, go to your girlfriend.” Annabeth’s words blew away the fog in Percy’s brain. You froze. As in flight or fight, you froze. 

You froze and instead of comforting you, he yelled and pushed you away. Regret settled in his stomach at the realization of his intense fuck up. 

“Are you going to apologize or sit here the entire day?” Annabeth stands up and extends her hand out to encourage him. He takes off running. 

Your teary vision didn’t make the journey back home better. Tears would randomly leave your eyes despite your best efforts to push them away. You didn’t walk the entire way home. You were too drained to take the train, deciding to just hop in a cab. 

Once you got home, you cried. You weren’t able to focus on one reason. Just that you felt awful and have been for a while. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself as your sobs settled down and your eyes began to close. 

That’s how Percy is seeing you now. Your arms are still around you, dried tears on your cheeks, your hair plastered by sweat, and a deep cut on your arm. 

He feels like a failure of a boyfriend. He places his keys on the tray by the door, waking you up. You quickly sit up thinking it’s an intruder.

“Hey, hey. Relax. It’s me.” Percy weakly puts up his hands and you tense up. He notices. 

“How’s Annabeth?” You ask, genuinely concerned. Even though you were there, your mind convinced you that she somehow could still be in danger because of you. 

“She’s okay. Probably just a slight concussion.” Your shoulders finally relax and he takes the time to look at your arm again. He looks away as the guilt eats at him.

“I overreacted.” He admits but you shake your head. 

“No, you were right. I should’ve not gotten in the way. I know you guys are stronger, I just thought I could… I don’t know, I'm sorry. I’ll do better next time.” Your eyes prickle with tears and Percy is instantly in front of you. 

“Why did you freeze?” He asks you and the tears begin to fall. You hate feeling vulnerable. 

“Was it the monster? That ugly-looking thing?” He asks trying to make you laugh but you can’t. 

“It was like I was back there. Everything was okay and then things happened too quickly. It was too much.” You weren’t sure if he understood but he did. His therapist has helped him through enough flashbacks to know that’s what you had experienced. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He pulls you into a hug and you let him hold you. You always felt the safest when he was holding you close with his head above your shoulder, looking out for potential threats. 

His phone rings and he pulls away from you. You didn’t have to see the screen to know who it was. Who else would it be? You could feel the disappointment building up as his finger hovers over the screen.

He pressed the decline button before placing his phone on the table. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asks and you nod, happy to spend some alone time with your boyfriend. 

— extra

Annabeth stood by the table spamming Percy’s phone with messages. 

You forgot your phone.

And your backpack.

And your wallet. 

Why do you have your social security in your wallet? 

I’m treating myself to lunch ;)

[aphrogeneias]

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

summary: at his hiding place, eddie "the banished" receives some bad news about the person he cares the most about, and because of that, he reminisces.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: eddie's pov, no use of y/n. just some flirty flirting for now. she's an acoustic guitar girl, he's an electric guitar boy, what more can i say?

author's note: only minor changes have been made in this one, mostly added some lines. original version was posted on june 14, 2022. <3

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It was the third time they'd almost scared him to death.

The first was when they found him, hiding at Reefer Rick’s boathouse, clinging to a piece of broken glass to dear life, like a cornered paladin clung to their sword - but with none of the honor, righteousness and lawful good bullshit, only a wanted man trying to make it through the night. The second was when they brought him supplies, and he was still too on edge to not be suspicious of anything that got too close.

This time, Eddie wasn’t expecting anybody, which made him even more worried. They were not supposed to be there that day.

He sat back as he watched Dustin make his way into the living room, followed by a distraught looking Robin Buckley and an equally upset Steve Harrington. They were all quiet, too quiet, and that could only mean bad news. More bad news.

“Please, don’t tell me I’m being charged for another uncanny murder case.” Making light of a bad situation had always been one of his strong points, but none of his jokes seemed to land right now that his life has turned upside down.

Literally, it seemed.

"No, no! There haven't been any other uncanny murders, but, uh…" Dustin started, "we kind of need your help now."

"You're friends with Nancy's neighbor, aren't you?" This time, Robin was the one to speak. She remembered your name and last name, then. "Senior, works at the record store downtown… We talked to your friends and they told us you're kind of close."

Kind of close. He thought. That's one way to put it.

"I'm offended you never mentioned her to us, by the way." intervened Dustin, but Eddie didn't have it in him to sass the boy back.

The mention of your name made his heart beat faster. He had grown used to the uneasiness in his chest, an anxious feeling that never really went away, but when it came to you, a new wave of almost overwhelming restlessness crashed through him.

There hadn't been a minute where Eddie hadn't thought about you. Alone and scared, hiding under a tarp while the silence of the woods and the soft waves of the lake below him lulled him to sleep, he thought about what you were doing, where you were, if you were safe. Whether or not the police had gotten to you, to interrogate you about him, just as they've probably done to his uncle, and if so, did you think he was capable of doing what he was being accused of?

He tried not to think much about that, though. Mostly, Eddie thought about your kind eyes and your warm laughter, smiling at him from behind the counter, the smell of your hair as he sat beside you, sharing a set of headphones as you tried to convince him to listen to something new. He'd give anything to see you again.

Nodding frantically, he stood up, stomach dropping at the same time. "Is she alright? Where is she?"

"She's fine, she's alone but she's home," Harrington intervened, raising one hand forward, "we just need to know… if you know… what her favorite song is?"

Eddie watched Steve wince uncomfortably as he tried to sound casual, and tilted his head at him, squinting. "What does that have to do anything?"

"It's a long story, but basically, um… me and Nancy came up with this theory that music can…"

Robin started fumbling with her words, but was promptly stopped by Dustin. "We just need to know what her favorite song is. She won't talk to anyone and we're worried, we can explain it on the way."

He didn't need to be a genius to understand what was going on there. Suddenly, images of Chrissy Cunningham's floating body flashed behind his eyes, her lifeless form dropping to the floor of his trailer, torn from the inside out — but, then, instead of her, it was you, your body, in her place.

The image alone almost paralyzed him.

"I know what her favorite song is. I know all of her favorite songs."

His voice trembled, just as his hands did slightly as he gathered his jacket from where it lied scattered on the couch, but still, he followed the trio as they rushed through the door.

1.

“No fucking way!”

“Shhh!” You snatched the record from his hands, but Eddie could see you were holding back a smile, “You’re scaring the customers.”

“He’s always scaring the customers.” Claire, the girl who worked the afternoon shifts with you, and who wasn't too fond of his behavior, rolled her eyes from where she stood, checking through a couple of boxes of new releases. 

“He’s always scaring the customers.”  He repeated her words mockingly, his face twisting in a sneer. Eddie knew he sounded childish, but it was worth it to see you biting your lip to hold back on laughing again, asking Claire to take those boxes to the back of the store and sort them out by artist, saying you would organize them later. He, on the other hand, didn’t hide his own grin as he watched the redhead leave through the staff door.

"You," pointing at him, you faked a glare, and Eddie would be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable, "are the most embarrassing human I've ever met."

Part of the fun of driving all the way downtown to buy new records and tapes wasn't just in getting to get his hands on new music, it had also a lot to do with you. The shy girl who mostly kept busy with stacking vinyl in alphabetical order and, for some reason, always seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. Eddie couldn’t seem to remember a time where you weren’t there, though he knew you must have started working at Mullberry's Records only recently, but you fit in there in a way that felt like you belonged. Not in the physical space between the rows and rows of records, and the colorful walls filled with cassette tapes, but in Eddie’s life.

He could spend hours there, and sometimes that happened quite literally, talking to you about music, though your opinions diverged quite a lot. On other days, when he just wanted an escape, he’d keep you silent company - as silent as he could manage - browsing through the sections and wandering behind the counter, controlling the record player only the staff had access to. You were easy to talk to, and that was something that was hard to find for him.

Maybe it was also because he liked the way you looked at him when he pushed your buttons.

"Are you listening to yourself? You're the embarrassing one!" He crossed his arms, leaning back at one of the shelves behind him. "Who doesn't like KISS?”

"They're just a bunch of clowns in high heels trying to make music. Also, who the hell names their band "kiss"? That's, like, the cheesiest shit ever."

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. “What do you like, then, Your Highness?”

“I dunno…” You trailed off. As you did, Eddie watched you work, your delicate fingers counting through the new tapes scattered around the counter, silver rings glinting under the sunlight that filtered through the glass storefront, the way your mouth contorted as you seemed deep in thought, “I’ve been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan lately, some Joni Mitchell, she’s true magic, you know…”

“God, you’re so boring!” Your shocked face made him laugh openly, “didn’t anybody tell you this isn’t the Summer of Love anymore?”

“This isn’t the Summer of ten minute guitar solos, either, Munson. No matter how much you try to make it happen.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen me play yet. You’ll ask for ten more minutes when I’m through with it.”

Accidentally, that sounded a little more suggestive than he intended, and he knew that. He was almost apologizing, laughing it off with another joke, but he noticed the way you stopped on your tracks, slowly looking up at him, clearly trying to mask the way your breath hitched as you felt yourself fluster under his gaze. 

Eddie noticed, then, that he liked that a lot more than he liked pissing you off.

“You wish.”

[azrielslostshadow]

Lemon Mousse

Word Count: 2264

Author’s Note: sorry for the wait lovelies. you know how it goes with finals and work and everything else that life throws at you. should i continue this series? lmk what you think. 

pt.1, pt.2

“Huh, I figured you might not be back for a while.” 

azriel’s head shot up at the sound of your voice. you were beauty and grace and light and love and oh gods you were looking right up at him. “w-what?” did he seriously just stutter? he’s the shadowsinger! he shouldn’t stutter or panic. especially not in front of a faerie who probably couldn’t even care less about him and what he does outside of buying lemon-flavored pastries that he doesn’t actually eat. 

“well, I just assumed that you wouldn’t be coming in since the High Lord announced his trip to the Summer Court?”

of course! for the last few months, whenever azriel’s come in he’s ordered extra pastries just to talk to you longer, and when you asked what they were for he had said something about sharing them with feyre and rhys. 

“oh- well yes of course, but they aren’t set to leave until tomorrow so i thought i’d stop by.”

he watched as you tilted your head, brows furrowed and a pretty pout on your lips, “i must be mistaken then. i thought feyre said they were meant to leave today?”

“change of plans. something about a meeting rhysand had forgot.” azriel was a terrible fae. lying to a beautiful shop owner all because he was to afraid to ask her to dinner. he figured he should muster up the courage soon before she found out that he actually hated lemons and sweets. 

“well, besides the lemon tarts- is there anything else i could get you?” azriel had never seen you look so dim. 

“anything new for me to try?” azriel wasn’t even going to eat it, but he wanted to make you feel better. you always lit up when you talked about your treats. 

“just the mousse.”

azriel was shocked. you normally made it a point to be kind, oftentimes going out of your way to get him out of his own shell. “i like mousse.”

he was hoping you might engage in the lighthearted, flirty banter that you usually did, but was disappointed when you only let out a small huff of acknowledgment and moved to grab the dessert. you gave him his total, a tense smile, and sent him on his way. 

he felt like his heart had been squeezed out of his chest- like he had done something wrong. especially when you didn’t even try to stop him from tipping. 

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“now i’m no genius-”

“coulda told you that myself, cass.”

“but i think she knows about your little crush.”

once azriel returned to the house of wind, he immediately told cassian and nesta what happened. he thought they might be able to help, but clearly he was wrong.

“first of all.” he began, “there’s no way she knows about my crush. i happen to be the fucking shadowsinger thank you very much.”

his brother chuckled, “so you admit that you have a crush?”

“i admit that you’re a pain in the ass.”

“oh gods.” nesta was losing patience with the spymaster, “this is seriously starting to get so pathetic, azriel.”

“i don’t know what i did! or if i even did anything? we barely know each other, she- she could be upset about anything!”

“except you know her well enough to know something is bothering her?”

“anybody with eyes could see that she wasn’t okay! it wasn’t something special.”

“you should go check on her.”

azriel looked at nesta like she’d grown a second head, “what?”

“go right before she closes.”

“nesta, i already went once today! if i go again she’ll think something’s up.”

“oh what? like that’s a bad thing?”

“yes!”

“wait,” cassian’s face scrunched up, “i thought you liked her?”

“he does.”

“so what’s the problem?”

“he’s scared she’ll like him back.”

azriel sulked into the couch cushions, “i’m right here.”

“we’re well aware.”

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regardless of how annoying the couple was, azriel still found himself outside the brightly colored shop five minutes left before closing. choosing to ignore his nerves, he pushed past the doors and into the bakery. 

“i’ll be right out!” you called from somewhere in the back. 

azriel figured this conversion would go one of two ways: 

      a. you’d kick him out for bothering you about something personal or

      b. you’d actually want to tell him what was bothering you.

either way he supposed it was best if he just swapped the sign to closed and locked the doors, then he made his way past the counter and into the kitchens. 

it was exactly how he had envisioned it to be. warm and inviting albeit a little chaotic. Flour covered the countertops, a couple of dishes were in the sink, and the floors needed to be swept, but it was entirely you. 

“oh-?”

azriel turned and you might as well have ripped his heart out of his chest, “love?”

your eyes were red and your mascara had smudged beneath your lashes. it was clear you’d been crying and he’d give anything to make sure you were never burdened with tears ever again. 

“sorry, az. i’m actually just about to close so if you don’t mind-”

“what’s happened?”

“i’m sorry?”`

“are you okay?” he meant to ask the question kindly, but it seemed to him that he’d failed when you immediately began to sob, “gods, i- i am so sorry! i didn’t mean to upset you!” carefully, he moved closer to you, hands spread out like you were a wild animal he didn’t want to spook.  

“no- you didn’t i-i just,” you took a deep breath again and before he could ask another ridiculous question, you were crying again. 

“oh, love.” he moved closer before he immediately stepped back again. he didn’t want to frighten you or make you any more uncomfortable than he already did. 

but then you began to cry harder. 

he was unsure of what to do. stepping away made you cry harder, which is what he figured should have happened if he moved closer. you were shaking, trying to hold yourself together and all he wanted was to just hold you. so he gathered up all of his courage and prepared himself in case you pushed him away, and moved to wrap his arms around you.

he half expected you to scramble away from him. azriel knew he was a rather intimidating faerie, he was taller than most, his wings were wide, his hands were terribly scarred, and his whole demeanor normally screamed run away now if you want to live. he assumed if he was lucky you would freeze, but still let him hold you. 

instead, the second he touched you, you wrapped your arm around his middle, burying your head into his chest, and gripped his shoulders like you were afraid someone might tear the two of you apart. 

for a moment azriel didn’t move, shocked that you actually wanted him. 

once he recovered, however, he placed his arm around you, one hand on your hip and the other on the top of your head, bringing you closer to him. 

the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, holding each other tightly in the lemon-filled kitchen, until you lifted your head from his chest, tears dripping down the sides of your cheeks and an, “i’m sorry.” leaving your lips in a defeated whisper. 

“don’t be.” he moved to wipe away your tears, cradling your face in his large hands, pride surging trough his veins when you leaned into his palms. “if you’d like, we could talk about it?”

you began to pull away, “it’s dumb. nothing really.”

azriel was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them. he had been trained to see through a lie, and you were clearly inexperienced in the art of deception. he pulled you closer before you could hide away from him again, “no, it’s not.”

you took a moment to gather yourself, wringing your hands, eyes bouncing around the room at anything that wasn’t the illyrian warrior before you, “does feyre hate me?”

“what?” this was the last thing azriel thought would have upset you. feyre absolutely adored you! she spoke of you often to the inner circle. 

“i just- i just want to know if i’ve done something to upset her. she was the first friend i made in velaris and now she never comes in anymore!”

azriel wasn’t sure what to do. he’d taken feyre’s place as your regular so that he could talk to you, but he never thought it would hurt your feelings. “she doesn’t hate you.”

“well, clara from the night shift has been telling everyone she does. that she got tired of my lemons and only sends you in out of pity!”

“the night shift? the bakery down the block?”

“yeah- with that horrible gray brick!” you grumbled, “her whole building looks like a fucking cinderblock with no personality whatsoever.”

he couldn’t help but lt out an amused snort- he’d never seen you angry before. he thought you looked quite like a mouse, “it is rather ugly isn’t it?”

“with horrible pastries too! i’ve never had such a bland, powdery scone in my life! i’m not sure why our high lady would ever prefer that to mine.”

“she doesn’t.”

“azriel. she hasn’t been here for months. most of my customers came in because they thought she loved my desserts. now business is slow, except for when you come in and your fangirls follow-”

“fangirls?”

“they always come in after and ask what you’ve ordered and get the exact same thing! i’ve had to start lying to them- you know i can only make so much of every treat!”

“love-”

“look if feyre really prefers clara’s treats, she really doesn’t need to send you in to make me feel better okay?”

“she’s never sent me in here.” 

you froze at his words, “what?”

“well, except for the first time.” azriel wasn’t about to ruin your friendship with feyre or your business just because he was afraid to admit his crush. 

“what the hell are you talking about? you get a lemon tart almost everyday!”

“i wanted to see you.”

“azriel-”

“i hate lemons.” azriel let out a breath at his admission. when your brows furrowed and you could only blink at him he began again, “and sweets. but i wanted to see you again, so i convinced feyre to let me come in for her.”

“i don’t-”

“i was too nervous to ask you out to dinner and i didn’t want to ruin my chances of getting to see you again so i kept it to myself. i’m sorry i made you feel like you lost your friend. i’ll tell feyre that she can come in again and I won’t bother you anymore.” azriel turned to walk away from you and out of the bakery when you grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving in embarrassment. 

“you hate lemons?”

“i ugh- yes.” he looked to the ground like a child being reprimanded by their mother. He couldn’t focus not with you touching him. and especially not when you moved your fingers from his wrist to grip his hand in both of yours, bringing it to your chest, and pulling him closer to you. 

“you came in every day to buy lemon-flavored pastries when you hate sweets and lemons?”

“yes.”

“and then you basically paid me double every single time?”

“yes.”

“because you were afraid i might say no to dinner?”

“well when you put it that way-”

before he could defend himself, words tumbled out of your mouth in a rush, “i was thinking about adding on to my menu.”

“what does that have to do with-”

“a new drink menu.”

“i’m not following.”

you smiled up at him, “bitter coffees, protein shakes, limeades, maybe something themed around the inner circle?”

“love-”

“maybe infused milks too? for nyx of course.”

“i really don’t-”

“you’d have to come in, you know- to try them?”

azriel realized that you were giving him an opening. you wanted him to keep coming in, you wanted to see him again. but you weren’t pushing him away or forcing him to ask you out if he wasn’t ready. 

“yeah. i would, wouldn’t i?”

he watched as you let out a soft sigh of contentment, “walk me home?”

he couldn’t think of something he would enjoy more than walking you home, “of course.”

he watched as you finished closing up shop, leaving the dishes for one of your employees in the morning. then as the two of you began walking away from the yellow bakery, you looped your arm through his and smiled before leaning in to whisper something in his ear, “you could’ve asked me out the first time you came in, I would’ve said yes- still would.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

after that the two of you walked in silence for a while- comfortable, not forced. 

eventually you stopped in front of an old building that azriel thought fit you perfectly, “yours?”

“yeah. thanks for walking me home, azriel.”

he scratched the back of his neck, “anytime.”

you squeezed his hand before walking up the steps and unlocking the door then you paused, “azriel?”

“yes?”

“my door’s always open.” you turned to him one last time, “dinner’s usually around eight, and i’ve got this nasty habit of making too much food for one person ya know?”

he smiled brighter than normal, grateful that you were the one to make the first move, “well, we wouldn’t want all that food to go to waste now would we?”

fin

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hi!! can you write an ithaqua x reader where the reader is the one being comforted? like they had a bad day, or if it's in canon, they had a lot of bad matches. mostly fluff, maybe? i want itha to reassure me that everything is gonna be ok!

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This sat in my inbox for a while, but hope it is up to what you wanted. :)

Don’t worry- Ithaqua x reader

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Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

Tw : just a little mention of an injury :)

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Your entire body hurts, taking large amounts of effort to even take another step towards the cipher. Today had been rough, match after match resulting in losses up until this game You’re currently in- which had just started. It’s upsetting to lose as much as you have- making you feel like nothing but a nuisance for the other people in the manor. Nonetheless, you continue trying to push through this last match of today.

It’s hard to focus on decoding when you can barely keep yourself from passing out or crying at any moment. You receive shock after shock from the machine after messing up multiple times. The fact that this alerts the Hunter is something that completely leaves your mind until you feel your heartbeat picking up.

Instincts take over quickly as you run through the grass towards a window you can vault, though the moment you attempt to vault, your body gives up and collapses onto the ground below with a loud thud. Just like that, tears of frustration and pain fall down your face, looking back towards the hunter that was chasing you. To your surprise, it was Ithaqua.

Despite being unable to see his face, you can see the way he tenses up upon seeing you in pain. Quickly, he drops his weapon and sits down in front of you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. He wasn’t the best at comforting, you knew this from past experiences, but he tries anyways. “(Name), what’s wrong?” He asks, voice quiet and gentle as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I can’t keep doing this..” you whisper, wiping your eyes and looking up at the Hunter in front of you. “All I’ve done is ruin matches.. and I’m so tired.” He hums, lifting his mask up enough to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. “How about I give you a win then? Then you can go back to the manor and rest.”

“You’d do that?” You ask, aware that your teammates have already finished a large amount of ciphers. “Yes, (Name), I don’t mind a loss if it means you can get rest.” Within a few seconds of him saying that, you hear a sound signaling that he had surrendered and the match was now over.

Slowly, you stand up, wincing in pain when you put weight on your leg that you had hurt during the fall. “Here, let me help you.” Ithaqua’s hands gently lift you into his arms, carrying you back to your room in the manor. “Do you need ice?” He asks, taking a look at your bruised leg the moment he lays you down on the bed.

“No no, Itha, it’s fine. Just lay with me, please?” You ask, watching as the blonde takes off his mask and gives you a gentle smile as he lays down next to you. Cold hands cup your cheeks as he looks at you with a wide smile.

“(Name), everything will be okay, everyone has rough days.” He whispers, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him, resting your head on his chest. “But-“ you start, only to feel a finger pressed to your lips as Ithaqua giggles “No buts, I promise you nobody is mad at you for having a rough day, alright?”

You nod and listen to the sound of Ithaqua’s heartbeat for a few moments before he speaks up again. “And if anybody is mad at you, I’ll speak with them, alright?” You laugh and nod, snuggling closer to Ithaqua. “Alright, I love you.”

And with that, you’re enveloped in the familiar warmth of the blonde and slowly drift off to sleep while listening to his breathing. How lucky you were to have a man like him.

[henneseyhoe]

Pillow Talk.

Coyote x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:short lovey dovey fluff and both of y’all being absolute simps lmfao.

SUMMARY: basically just you pillow talking with your husband after your anniversary dinner.-

Ps. This wasn’t originally a fic, just something that was cute but I wanted to add a fc so why not pick my mannn

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“You know I’ve never loved anybody like I love you?” A smile grows on the woman’s face as she lays on the bed with her husband, throwing her leg across his hip. “And everyday I find a different type of love for you” Hearing him go on, she looks up from his golden pendant that hung from his neck, her eyes attempting to avoid all eye contact. “Don’t do this right now” she groans, her hands covering her face to hide her wide smile.

They had just ended their night after a busy day together, enjoying the anniversary of their wedding. Even after seven years of marriage, and fifteen years of knowing each other, he still made her stomach fill with butterflies.

He made her feel giddy, and shy when just neutral the minute before, and he’d always point it out just to make matters worse, especially if they were in public. She always thought she lucked out when it came to him, and she was right. He was everything she could have asked for in a husband. Even when he got upset, he was gentle and always tried to be aware of her feelings, taking in everything she had to say before speaking his mind, and still giving her the space and respect she wanted. He just adored her in every way. His goal was to make sure she was always comfortable.

His favorite thing about the relationship was that it wasn’t one sided. She cared for him like he cared for her. She was everything he could ever want and if you asked him yourself, he’d tell you exactly that, followed by numerous compliments about her and how she was too good for him.

“Cut it out, I’m serious! I feel like you don’t ever take me seriously when I say that randomly, but I want you to understand that I mean it” he says, pulling her closer to his chest and kissing her lips softly. She smiles against his lips, then pulls away. “I do! I knew you meant it from the day we married” he raises a brow before laughing. “Not from the day I first said it?” He asks, the woman smirking. “…I had to make sure I had you locked in for life first” they both laugh.

Calming down from their fit, she sighs. “On a serious note, I’m grateful for a love like yours. Even though you have a thing for trying to make me blush all the damn time” she playfully rolls her eyes.

Chuckling, he put a hand up in defense.“never knew it was a crime to sweeten my girl up every now and then, my bad”

“Every now and then? More like every day”

he shrugs.

“I just like seeing you smile. You being happy makes me happy”

She smiles again, those same familiar butterflies appearing in her stomach.

“…Well, you make me so, so, so happy. I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone but you. You treat me too good, you know that?” Before he speaks, she shushes him with her finger. “Hold on, I’m not done. Though you feel like what you do isn’t enough, I think it is. Just knowing that you genuinely love and enjoy everything about me is enough. Even the annoying things”

He cracks a grin against her finger, then moves it from his lips. “You…are so obsessed with me!” he brags in a joking manner, loud laughter escaping his wives mouth. She playfully hits his chest and leans up off of their pillows. “Boy, please! This coming from the man that would try to buy the moon for me if I asked for it”

“The moon? Baby, I’d buy the whole damn solar system”

[darkwaveho]

Favors

Special Holiday

Pairings: Stoner!Wanda x Reader, brief Natasha appearance.

Summary: You tried planning a special day for what you think is your girlfriends holiday turns out you were wrong.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of weed and weed use.

A/N: Just something short and fun for 4/20 today 🥳

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“Are you excited for your holiday today?” You ask as you massage Wanda’s scalp with her head in your lap. She doesn’t turn away from the television, she’s too into the shitty reality show of hers that Kate introduced her to. You’re happy they’re somewhat getting along and bonding over a show could possibly bring them closer together. Wanda deepens the crease in her brow trying to figure out what holiday you were talking about. “What holiday are you talking about, baby?”

“Today is April 20th.” She watches you waiting for more details to be revealed about the day. Seeing her still pretend to be clueless you huff in frustration thinking she was just playing around with you to get you upset. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How hard did you hit that bong this morning?” You grip her face inspecting her and checking her forehead for a fever.

“Clearly not hard enough if you’re making things difficult for me.” She moves your prying hands away from her face and falls back into the bed with a huff. "I should honestly be the one asking if you took a hit from my bong, come here." she does the same actions as you did, smooshing your cheeks together, inspecting your face and checking your temperature with the back of her hand. “Today is weed day or whatever, right?” Wanda tries to stifle her laugh but can’t contain it. “See I knew you were fucking with me.” You Toss your phone on the bed and move to the edge of the bed not caring about the slight whiplash of Wanda's head bouncing on the bed. “No, don’t go, I wasn’t fucking with you.” she pleads as she still laughs at you which only annoys you more.

“Bullshit” she grabs you in one smooth motion and positions herself on top of you.

“I’m being honest baby, but who the hell calls it weed day?” You groan in annoyance beneath her as Natasha enters the room hearing the commotion from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” She flops down into the beanbag chair as she waits for answers.

“Don’t you dare.” You send Wanda a warning tone and in return she just deviously grins above you and quickly gets the words out of her mouth before you could silence her from telling Natasha. “Y/n, called four-twenty weed day, wait no she actually thought it was a holiday.”

“What? have you been around Christian camp counselors? Who the fuck calls it weed day?” You throw a pillow at her that she easily catches. “Seriously, I thought Wanda was the old lady in this relationship.” Now Wanda throws a pillow at her that slightly connects with her face.

"I actually went out and got a cake and decorations and stuff, but whatever I'll just get rid of it."

"Wait no, I like cake, you know I like cake!" Wanda scrambles her words quickly, and Natasha inserts her two cents into the conversation again. "We can still have cake y/n, don't be so cruel."

"No, it's not a holiday for you like I thought it was, so I'll just give it to Yelena she loves cake." Now that has her mouth dropping with real offence. "You're not giving Yelena my weed day cake or to anybody else." Wanda looks at you with a look of betrayal. "Ohh so now you can call it weed day when cake is involved?" Wanda shares a look with Natasha before they turn back to you both shrugging their shoulders.

"I only said it wasn't a holiday because it's just another day for actual stoners. That day is mostly a big deal for people who smoke occasionally, first time smokers, or people who just want to smoke on that day specifically."

"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that?" You wave your hands around and a flushed exasperated motion. "You weren't supposed to know, that's the point."

"I didn't mean to make you feel bad." she kisses your neck and wraps her arms around you. "Whatever." You shrug you shoulder to get her away from you, but it doesn't do much with her grip.

"Don't be like that, we can have a weed day party later. How about that?" Even as she tries sweet-talking you, you can feel the grin growing on her face as she snuggles her face against the crook of your neck.

"Nope, I wouldn't want anyone calling you ancient for calling it weed day." You make sure to send a glare at Natasha in the process. Wanda looks to Natasha for encouragement, she truly didn't want you to feel bad. "If anybody says anything about it, I'll kick their ass for you."

"See, Nat will kick their ass, we can even dress up as hippies." Wanda's slowly persuading you to go through with the celebration after feeling embarrassed about it before and the thought of dressing up in hippie attire excites you for some reason.

"Fine." when you finally agree to go through with your original plan for celebrating the day, Wanda gives you a few appreciative kisses.

"And give me the place where you got the cake from so I can kick their ass for selling it to you in the first place." You actually laugh at that knowing she would really do it. She remarks before taking out her cellphone lazily typing away at the screen. Wanda taps your thigh twice to get your attention and leans in close to your ear for only you to hear. "Hey, thank you for trying to do something special for me, I know you haven't been with someone like me before, so I'm grateful for how involved you are with things I like." You hear a sound of disgust and you both pull away from the embrace. "Get a room." Natasha playfully cuts the sweet moment short.

"We're in our room you jackass, don't you have a girl with daddy issues and no self-respect to fuck or something today?" she thinks about it for a moment. "Mmm no, not today, today I have brunette to fuck." she stands from the bean bag chair on the floor. "I'll see you two horn dogs later for weed day." she sends you a smug wink and leaves. You and Wanda reposition yourselves on the bed moving back to a comfortable position wrapped up into each other's arms.

"But seriously thank you for being involved. You know that's so hot how you're so supportive of my art and how you don't judge me for smoking." Wanda looks at you with pure adoration and love.

"Because you deserve all the support in the world, I'll always be your number one supporter." You lean down for a shared kiss; she looks deeply into your eyes as you wait for what she was about to say. When she finally says what was on her mind you should've known your girlfriend wasn't done teasing you yet. "Why didn't you just call it four-twenty?" you groan from annoyance and launch one of the remaining pillows at her head and storm off for the bathroom to take a shower. "I'm sorry but I don't get to tease you about stuff like this often, my love!" She yells out to you. As you slam the bathroom door in the process of Wanda laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. After Wanda's laughter dies down, she tries entering the bathroom but quickly finds out you had locked the door. "Now, that's just being mean and petty!" Right now, she's being pouty about you shutting her out of the routine shower time you two have. She'd get you back for it, but she's so excited to celebrate weed day with you later. Even if it was just a normal day for her in your eyes it was a special day made just for your girlfriend.

[fantasylandloser]

Three is Love

Pairing: JJ x Kie x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is sad about JJ and Kie being together. JJ and Kie set out to fix it.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of parental abandoment, poly!jiara

A/N: realized I only didn't like Jiara because I wanted them both, so i created a world I could have both

P.S- Kie is bi

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JJ chose Kie. Kie chose JJ. It’s okay. That’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt that much, you're just being dramatic. They chose each other over you. That’s fine. They’re still your best friends. It’s fine. It’s okay. 

You monologue to yourself on your way home. Your bike would veer every once in a while due to the tears that would build in your eyes when you strayed away from telling yourself it was all okay. But nothing felt okay, and there was no one for you to talk to because they were the people you would talk to when you felt like this.  

Kie would let you explain your feelings until you were blue in the face because you’d rather hyper analyze your feelings than feel them, and JJ would threaten to kill whoever hurt you and that was all good, and you’d feel better. Now it was them who’d hurt you and you had nowhere to turn.

You understood, it wasn’t their fault, or your fault, or anyone’s fault, but that didn’t really make it hurt any less. You were starting to understand why there was a rule for no pogue on pogue macking because this was truly a mess.

To make it worse, Kie and JJ were pitying you, their eyes going all soft when they realized you were around, and sure dealing with the longing looks and the secret smiles and touches had been a lot, but all of their guilty feelings being forced down your throat as well, was killing you. You try your best to play it cool, telling them you’re fine with it, and they can be and do couple shit around you without it being a big deal, but they are your best friends so they know when you’re lying or stretching the truth. 

But if you were being very honest, seeing it upfront was better than not knowing, and that stupid ass love triangle you were in. At least now you knew you never stood a chance, now you know he was never going to choose you.

But that’s okay. It’s all okay.

*******

The crew was surprised to see you after a week of you blowing them off. Saying things like, ‘I can’t come, I'm picking up a shift.’ or ‘I’m really tired.’ or whatever excuse you could come up with to not be around them. Kie hated it, she wanted to be around you, and she wanted to talk about what happened but you were avoiding her like the plague. Now you were back and trying to act like nothing happened. And she had to admit it, you weren’t doing a bad job of playing it cool, but she was there, she saw the hurt in your eyes and she knew that didn’t go away after one week of not being around them.

“Wait you did, what?” You ask incredulously while listening to Pope’s story. . “I was gone for like a week and I missed everything.” You’d been engaged in the group all day but nothing else. You wouldn’t let yourself get locked into one on one conversations with anybody, it was driving Kie crazy. 

She just wanted to talk to you and fix this forreal. JJ knew you were off too, but he liked your method of not talking about it. He was sure if you just hung around like normal then things would go back to how they were. He knew it would take some time though, and he knew you were hurting. You would barely look at him, and you’ve said all of three sentences to him since you’d been there and usually the two of you would talk the others up a wall together.He didn't know what to do, but he did know he didn’t want you disappearing for a week again. 

“You didn’t have to be gone for a week.” Kie accused, feeling upset that you were acting like you had to not be there. “You could have been with us.” Your face heats up at the fact that she was calling you out in front of everyone, and you look away avoiding eye contact.It’s almost laughable that she cornered you like this, on a boat in the middle of the ocean, in front of everyone. Kie’s favorite way to call out behavior. 

You sipped on one of the stale beer’s John B scored, nodding your head. “True.” You say simply, and Kie hates it. She hates that you won’t argue back with her or basically even engage at all. 

“Is this how it’s gonna be now?” She asks you, and everyone else is completely silent watching it play out. “You’re just not gonna talk to me? To us?” Her voice is soft and you can hear her worry and sadness. You try your best to swallow the lump forming in your throat, avoiding looking at her or anyone else. 

“I just don’t want to argue about it.” You say softly, after a few moments of silence. 

“We could just talk about it. We don’t have to argue, I won’t argue.” It’s a plea and you’re not looking at her but you know she’s about to cry. 

“I-” You stop talking, clearing your throat, and wiping the tears that escaped. “I can’t. Not now, m’sorry.” You murmur quietly, hugging your knees to your chest.

*******

After an awkward ass boat ride home for the rest of the pogues, and you leaving immediately after getting to the chateau. Kie was in full planning mode. 

“Kie I just think we’re gonna make it worse if we go in there.” JJ says looking worried. “I’ve seen that look on her before. Remember when her dad left? She’s not mad at us,  we could fix mad. She’s hurt and I don’t want to hurt her more.” JJ says he'd been weirdly anxious since he’d seen your house, even though he’s been there a million times.

After watching the scene between you and Kie play out on the boat it didn’t feel right to only comfort Kie. You were his best friend too. None of this was the way it was supposed to be. 

“She’s our best friend!” Kiara exclaimed, frustrated with the situation. 

JJ’s quiet for a second before he starts talking, knowing there’s a big chance he could be wrong. “You keep saying that but… we’ve all been pogues for a long time.”” JJ drifts, not sure where he was going with that. “You remember when she started dating Ally, or more specifically her first date with her.”

 Kie looks at him in confusion, but nods. “Yeah what does that have to do with now though.” 

“She took forever getting ready in John B’s bathroom, and we were all outside. And she came out in that yellow dress with the flowers on it and she was all nervous.” JJ grins at the memory. “And I don’t know if you remember but you told her she looked like-”

“The sun kissed her a thousand times.” Kie cut in, suddenly remembering the day more clearly. JJ smiles while taking her hand. “Yeah that… and you were looking at her, the way that I look at her, and how I look at you.” JJ says cautiously, knowing that if he’s wrong he just blew everything up. “Then Ally got there, and she gave her a kiss on the cheek and you looked how I felt… then you left for almost a whole year while they were dating, and we didn’t see you.” JJ sucked in a breath. “And that was bad, for everybody, but especially me, and especially her.”

“What I’m trying to say is, well I don’t love either of you the way you’d love a best friend, and I don’t think you love her that way either.” JJ finished. He was expecting Kie to get mad, to argue with him or something, he knew what he said was true but he knew better than to expect her to be accepting.

Kie is silent, before she pulls away, then she's biting her nails. It's one of her worst habits and she’s been trying to get rid of it for years. “What am I supposed to do?” Kie whispered. “How are we supposed to fix that? If there’s three of us. And no right answer.” JJ’s surprised at her almost immediate acceptance. 

“I think there is a right answer for us. Nobody else will like it though.” JJ smirks, as a knowing look passes on Kie’s face. “My parents are gonna kill me.” Kie says but it doesn’t change the grin on her face, or the hug she pulls JJ into. “I love you Jayge.” 

“I love you too.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around her. 

“P4L?” She asks, holding out her hand. 

“P4L, baby! Now let’s go get our girl!” They’re laughing and letting out whoo’s as they run towards your house.

******

 Their joy is short-lived once they get to the door and realize they don’t actually know what they’re gonna say. Or if you actually want them too. 

When you open the door and see them holding hands, with smiles on their faces. It crushes you and you feel like they’re rubbing it in. 

“Hi” They say in unison, cringing immediately after. 

“Guys I don’t really wanna talk about… whatever, right now.” You say gesturing to them. “We really don’t have to talk about it ever, actually.” You tell them, only for JJ to barge past you, not a fan of being held by a door to the house he’s been in a thousand times. 

“Too bad, we’re here. We’re gonna talk ‘till we’re blue in the face and if you don’t wanna talk back you can just listen.” He says, grabbing a hold of your shoulders and gently steering his way to your room, waving when he passed your mom in the living room. 

“Hi, Mom!” He says with a grin, making your mom smile because she loved JJ and his antics. Well not the ones that put you in danger, but the ones that made you smile more and leave the house and not be so serious all the time. 

“Hey, babies.” She said passively, to both Kie and JJ. 

Kie seemed to have frozen up after just being super determined to fix this. She felt like she was in shock. She liked girls? She loved you? Since when? How many other people know if JJ of all people figured it out. How was she gonna tell her parents? Could she be in a relationship with two people at the same time? Did you even love her that way too? All these questions swarmed her head. 

“JJ, there’s really nothing to talk about-” You start once you’re in your room and your door is closed.

“I like girls, dude.” Kie says unexpectedly. When you look at her shocked by her outburst, she looks surprised to have even said it. 

“What?!” You exclaim in confusion, your face passing to JJ after realizing that they’re in a relationship, but he seemed to know this as well.

“Really smooth, bro.” JJ comments, but there’s a little smile on his face that is confusing you. 

“Kie what’s going on?” You frown, confusion etching your features.

“I like girls!” She exclaims, laughing a little. “A lot of my friendships are starting to make sense. I'm not gonna lie.” She adds. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, you lower your voice in hopes that JJ can’t hear you. “Do you wanna talk to me in private?” 

“You’re shit at whispering.” JJ tells you, making you grimace. “I told her that she likes girls.” He informs you, in a matter of fact tone.

“Right, okay. This isn’t odd at all.” You say to yourself.

“Oh I forgot, sorry we’re on a mission.” Kie said to JJ, before turning back to you. “I do like girls,” She confirms. “I love you though.” You’re confused more than anything now, and she see’s that in your face.

“And JJ loves you too. And I love him, and he loves me. I think you love him too.” She rambles, sending you into a deeper confusion. 

“Do you love me?” Your eyebrows furrow, not understanding her question. You’ve told you loved her a thousand times. 

“Of course I love you, Kie.” But she shakes her head as soon as you say it. 

“No I mean. I love you, deeply. And I feel kind of stupid for not knowing for so long...” You’re dumbfounded for about three seconds before you’re throwing your arms around her, your heart swelling with this new information.

“Of course, I fucking love you.” You repeat, a watery laugh escaping you. You feel her take a deep breath, as she seemed to find relief in your statement. 

“What about me? Do we love JJ, too?” JJ asks in the back, he’s joking but he’s nervous, he did just watch the only two women he’s ever loved get into a relationship, and he’s nervous he’ll be left out. 

You laugh, wiping away a tear, pulling back from Kie, only long enough to pull him into the hug too. “My mom is gonna kill us.” You say after JJ settles into the hug, the three of you holding onto each other tightly. 

[sarcasticassian]

Easy A AU where word gets out that Steve lost his virginity to an older woman because he told Tommy that he had a date all weekend because he didn’t want to hang out and Tommy just read something between the lines that wasn’t there but now people are looking at Steve like they’re impressed and that he’s even more cool than they thought and it’s weird but it has it’s perks so Steve doesn’t correct him

Well everyone seems impressed apart from Jason Carver and his church buddies, he calls Steve out in class and Steve gets detention when he calls Jason a ‘little fuck’, which isn’t even the worst insult he’s ever thrown but their English teacher has delicate sensibilities and that’s where he meets Robin Buckley

They have fun working through their detention duties together and a couple of days later she turns up at his house asking for him to sleep with her, ‘but not actually sleep with me, that’s gross, but there’s rumours flying around that I’m a lesbian and the last thing I need is to become to town pariah’ and after detention and spending the weekend together at Steve’s empty house they do their stobin soulmate thing and Robin confesses that she has to end the rumours because it’s true, she is a lesbian and so Steve agrees, he turns up at the next kegger with her under his arm and they make a show of finding a spare room and after putting on quite a performance they convince the school they slept together

Steve doesn’t think much of it because he didn’t actually sleep with anyone the first time so not actually sleeping with Robin wasn’t hard either and she helped him get a job with her and made sure to give him a glowing review to the girls at school too so he can’t complain

Things take a turn for the worst when he takes Tammy Thompson on a date, she was nice enough but he wasn’t going to ask her hot again so he took her home, gave her a polite kiss on the cheek and left but she tells everyone at school that they slept together and when he asks her why she spread that around she shrugs and says she wasn’t going to come away from this looking worse than Robin Buckley, which makes Steve mad because there’s nothing wrong with Robin but she just scoffs and walks away

Then it’s Barb Holland coming up to him and telling him she knows what he did for Robin and she was hoping he’d do the same for her, she has a gift card for the local cinema that he could have and it doesn’t even need to be full on sex and he feels bad so he does it and she’s so sweet so he feels okay doing it but the rumours just start to spiral, soon everyone is saying Steve Harrington has slept with them

Even Tommy and Carol call him a slut and that he’s easy, the only person who seems unbothered is Eddie Munson, who Steve has been nursing a crush on for years since they were locked in the closet at a party because the bottle landed on Eddie when Steve spun it and people thought it would be funny if two boys had to play 7 minutes in heaven and Eddie kissed him and Steve loved it but then Eddie asked him not to tell anybody so he didn’t, but now Eddie still gives him a little smile and wave and seems to ignore the rumours that are spreading

Jason has kept at Steve the whole time so Eddie commiserates with him a couple of times because Jason is the bane of his existence too, always trying to ‘save him’ or something and they laugh about it as they smoke behind the school gym and Steve still has butterflies when they talk

Steve is a little upset that throughout all of this he’s never actually been asked on a date because he’d asked Tammy and decided never again so when Nancy Wheeler asks if he wants to go for a milkshake one day he jumps at the chance, they have a nice enough time and it wasn’t life changing but still his heart does sink when she offers him some cash and a little smile but he nods along when she tells him some girls in her class are being mean and calling her a prude and uptight and they won’t leave her alone so he says yes again and she drives off home

He’s wandering back to his own house when Billy Hargrove finds him, he tells Steve he heard that he was having sex for money and how much is it gonna cost to have Steve on his knees and despite trying to tell him to stop and leave him alone, Billy won’t quit, tries to kiss Steve but Steve shoves him off, then Eddie’s van is pulling up and he jumps in without thinking and Eddie offers to take him home

They chat and circle around to that kiss when they were kids and it was both of theirs first kiss and Steve laughs at the irony of never telling anyone about something that actually happened but everyone claiming they’ve slept with him are all telling a lie and Eddie listens, agrees that it’s shitty and when they pull up to Steve’s house he confesses that their kiss is still his favourite and he’d love to do it again and Steve says he would too but not like this, so they wait

Steve is still popular so he’s voted Prom King and he uses his crowning to tell everyone it was all bullshit, he’s still a virgin, he’s never slept with anyone and Robin confirms it, they’re both getting out of Hawkins together so they figure the backlash won’t matter and Steve tosses his crown down and walks out of the building, straight into Eddie’s arms for that promised second kiss

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Look who’s procrastinating from their long fics by writing oneshots? Me!

Today’s @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is Glimpse!!

Also TW for attempted sa (nothing happens and it’s a really light reference but still)

Remus was going on a date.

With a guy who wasn’t Sirius.

Which honestly shouldn’t have been a problem, because they weren’t together, they had never been together, and if that date went well, then they never had a chance to be together.

But James could very clearly see that Sirius found it a problem, as he showed up unannounced to James and Lily’s flat, asking James if he wanted to go for a run. James knew all too well what that meant. He was upset and didn’t know whether or not he wanted to talk about it yet. Still, James dutifully got up, transformed in a field, and just… ran. They ran and ran and ran, and James could feel the tension slowly be released from Sirius. Eventually, they stopped by a small pond, and James shifted back to himself, rolling out his shoulders. From the corner of his eye, he watched Sirius doing the same, staring out into the clear water, watching the sunlight dancing across the stillness. James didn’t press the matter. He knew if Sirius wanted to talk, he would.

“It’s his third date, now.” Sirius finally got out.

Ah.

“Same guy?”

“Mm, same guy.” He sighs, and James finally turned his head towards Sirius, watching his jaw tense up. “And I- I want him to be happy, Prongs, I really do, it’s just- I fucked up, not telling him how I feel, and I’m- I just regret it. I regret it so fucking much, Prongs.”

“I know, Padfoot, I know.”

“What if I- what if I never get the chance to?” His voice caught in his throat, and James wrapped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders. “I can’t move on, James, I’ve tried so hard.” He rested his head on James’ shoulder, and he knew that there were at least a few tears rolling down Sirius’ cheeks, as his hand went up to swipe them away. James didn’t comment on it. “I love him.” He ended with a whisper, James tightening his grip.

“Is it too late to tell him?” James asked softly.

“Yeah, it is. I don’t want to swoop in and fuck up Remus’ new relationship. He deserves to be happy, even-“ he swallowed, fighting the breakdown. “Even if it’s not with me. Especially if it’s not with me, really.” Sirius added, under his breath, and James’ head snapped up sharply.

“Don’t say that.” He started sternly. “You’re fucking amazing, and anybody would be winning the lottery to be with you, alright?” James was not about to have Sirius talking badly about himself.

“Yes, fine, James, I’ll marry you, if you keep coming on to me.” Sirius heaved a dramatic sigh and James laughed, Sirius joining in quickly. He was happy that he could at least make Sirius smile.

They walked back to the flat, instead of apparating, the fresh air being good for the both of them, really.

James definitely didn’t expect to see Remus sat with Lily when they got back.

He was pretty sure that Sirius stopped breathing when he saw him, and James arched a confused eyebrow.

“Hey, Moony!” James started, furrowing his brow at the sight of Remus, suddenly realising just how… upset he looked. He was about to say something, but Sirius beat him to it.

“Are you alright? I thought you were going out with Sam.” Remus’ lips pressed into a thin line, giving both Sirius and James their answers. Something bad happened.

“Yeah, that’s not- that’s not happening anymore.” James’ eyes flicked to Sirius, trying to gauge his reaction. Sirius looked… angry? Yep, definitely angry. “He- I’m pretty sure he was just… pretending to care, so that he could fuck me. When I- when I said I wasn’t ready, yet, he just- he snapped. He got so fucking mad, and I- I wasn’t really bothered at first, I didn’t really think he would do much, we were at a café, but then he, uh, he grabbed my wrist across the table and went to drag me out, saying he put too much time and effort into me for me to hold out on him.” James’ heart dropped to his stomach. “He never got out the café, because I broke away and some other people intervened, they gave me the time to get out of there, so…” His hands were shaking violently at the memory. James only got a glimpse of Sirius’ silent, seething anger, before he spoke.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” He said under his breath which, for some reason, made Remus’ face brighten slightly.

“I would rather if you stayed here?” His voice raised at the end, like a question, and Sirius didn’t hesitate in sitting on the other side of Remus. “I actually went to find you, first, but you weren’t home.” he mumbled quietly, Sirius a brilliant shade of red in seconds, and… hold on.

Remus was blushing. A lot.

Holy fucking shit.

(No, this is not at all micro and it doesn’t have an ending because of major writers block, but here we are.)

[leighlew3]

I've been thinking about this a bit lately, and there was a small misunderstanding when I dipped my toe (and then whole body 😂) into the SC / SG fandom, i.e. a few people unfortunately thinking I was trying to mislead or exploit fans in some way, because of others from this industry who used and lied to fans in the past re: a different show. And while that was unfair to paint me with the same brush without knowing me, I can understand where they could’ve had concerns because of wounds caused by others.

Hopefully people understand by now though that wasn’t the case. As I’ve said so many times before, if nobody around here ever consumes anything I write? Cool beans! But I’m both a professional in this industry and a lifelong fan girl and that’s not gonna change. And I’m going to talk about both my career and fandom stuff. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I do hope people know by now that I’m here for the right reasons, and always have been. And I always will be. But if I ever did anything that made it come across otherwise — I truly apologize. I mean it, seriously. Any misunderstandings that I might’ve inadvertently caused through making a dumb math joke or expressing that fans should always have hope and fight for what they believe in, etc — if it upset anybody in any way or wasn’t expressed properly by me at the time — I feel awful.

While I can’t do anything about a couple people who twisted my words or intentions or even flat out lied about stuff being said or done that never happened — I do want to own any part I had in it by not more quickly clarifying or shutting that stuff down. I really do feel bad about all that, because all I’ve ever wanted to do was show love and be understood and connect with people and fight for the ship and fandom, and I’ve done that online (and behind the scenes in ways that I can’t even talk about) for years now.

I adore y’all, and I will always be a Supercorp fan. I’ve always been (brutally) honest and an open book, but I’ve also just been passionate (and sometimes sadly misunderstood) by the occasional little pocket of people. And that sucks. But I don’t hold it against them, and I hope nobody holds that stuff against me.

I'm posting this now, because after losing my mom this year and with the holidays coming up, I've been reflecting a lot. And I realize that life is too short for grudges or misunderstandings that can be corrected or made amends for, so I hope people know that I love y’all and appreciate y’all and any past minor conflicts or accidental misunderstandings — even if it was just with a few people — really sucked, and I hope there can be mutual forgiveness.

Anyway, I don’t expect everybody to like me or agree with my perspectives, or even approve of how I go about expressing myself. But we can’t control anybody else in life. All we can do is control ourselves, self reflect, and work towards growth. Thus, if I ever did anything to make anybody — even just 2 or 3 or 10 people — feel any kind of negative way, that's a big oops on my end, and I'm sorry.

And if some of those people still feel like it was entirely justified to target me so intensely the way they did — hey, bygones and I forgive it — and I still want to offer nothing but love and hope that the future brings better things for us all. For real.

TLDR: The last 5-ish years on a personal level have been incredibly difficult, and the last 6+ months have been emotional hell, but the ship between Kara/Lena and the SC fandom as a whole has been there for me in the most incredible of ways (through humor and fan art and fanfiction and friendships and lions and tigers and bears). And I’ve tried to be there in return, as much as humanly possible, and as authentically as possible.

And that’s why the little percentage that didn't like or trust me — I hope we can metaphorically hug it out and move forward and I hope I’ve made some progress in your perception of me over time, but even if not — or hell, if it’s gotten worse for some reason, I’m going to continue to show love and support towards this ship / fandom and fight for our LGBTQ community. Because I truly care. Even if I’m human and make some mistakes along the way, past or future. Even if people misunderstand me sometimes.

All I can do is my best. And that’s all I’ve ever tried to do...

Love y’all. 💜

P.S. If you’d like to chat or seek to be unblocked or whatever, send me a message via a burner or on Instagram DM or somethin’ and we’ll chitty chat and hopefully hug it out. I’m down. Cheers. 🤙

[verenahx]

Not sure if this is accepted, but I can't stand how the man has so many kids but no much interaction. How about while they are all in town Sihtric sees his daughter sneaking through town and assumes she's meeting some man while really she's trying to follow her father. Whatever you want to right in between is up to you.

This is such a great idea!! Loved this one, and yess he does not really have much interaction with his kids. So hopefully this will help with that! <3

Hope you like itt. And as alwayss request as many ffcs as you like. Thankss

Attention

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (family trope-father/daughter not romantic)

Summary: see request

Warnings?: angst, insulting words

Side note: English it's my third language so I apologize for all the grammar mistakes

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You just wanted attention. Sihtric, one of Uhtred’s most trusted men, was your father. Yes, you did love him, like the good daughter you were, but you wanted attention from him, just for him to show you more love. You knew that he loved you and your brothers, but he wasn’t home that often.

On the other hand, you had your mother, she was lovely, but she was always taking care of your younger siblings so she didn’t really have a lot of time for you. Your family was your safe place, but it didn’t feel like a normal family at all.

Every night, you would help your mum do the dinner, and you would eat with her and with your brothers, expect for your father, who would arrive hours later home. Some days drank, and some days so tired that he would not eat anything. Regardless, you understood him. Being a warrior was hard. And having a bunch of kids was even harder.

You admired him, you just want to be like him, even if being a woman that won’t stop you. You train in secret in the forest near your house. No one has seen you yet, except for Æthelstan, who sometimes helps you train. This is a little secret between the two of you.

He once had catch you on the act, so you begged him not to tell anybody. After persuading him for hours he finally accepted. With a condition, that you would not say anything about the incident with a goat…

‘Now block the attack!’ Æthelstan yells while swinging his sword against yours.

‘Good, that was good, you blocked it easily’ he congratulates you while smiling. He was a good teacher, but sometimes he would panic a bit.

‘Well if I didn’t you would have hit me’ you answer back at him with a grin.

‘True, I would have’ he laughs while blocking your attack.

You both keep on practicing until some hours have passed and tue others may wonder where you are. You hide your sword on an old tree and change back into your normal clothes, leaving them behind along with your sword.

You walked out of the forest and headed home, but while you were making your way across the village, a hand stopped you. You stopped on your track and turned to face the person who had touched you; it was yor father, Sihtric Kjartansson.

'Dad?' you asked surprised because you did not expected to encounter him in that moment since he always used to arrive home late.

'Are you well my darling? you look a bit pale I must admit. I should take you to your mother beside.' he said while leading you back home.

Once there, you went directly to your room and closed the door right behind you. You were upset, he would only care or pay attention to you if you looked sick so he could take you to your mother. You kn ew that you could never be like him, a warrior. You just wanted your father attention, between all brothers he never had time for you.

Days went by, and you were still upset at him, but you couldn't do anything since you were the one who spent most of your time at home with your mother. Being the only girl had its good and bad sides.

But of course that you wanted this to change, and you would get it done your way. A girls way. What every father hated was to see their daughters with any man. So you would make your father believe that you were seeing a boy but in reality you would just follow him.

After making a plan for days, you finally decided to put it into action, and today would be that day.

You dressed in one of your most beautiful dresses and began to follow your father to see where he was going, after locating him in an alehouse you began with your plan. You had made a deal with a friend of yours in exchange for a piece of silver. Your friend would pretend to be the boy you were seeing and like this you would get your father's attention.

You pretended to laugh and approached your friend to make yourself noticed, and it seemed to work, your father, sihtric, had all his attention on you. Afterwards, you separated from the boy and hugged him to say goodbye, as if you had spent the entire day together.

'Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!' you say to your friend while winking at him to keep going with the play. Your friend answered you back and blew a kiss towards you, which made your father mad.

You both kept up with your plan, and it seemed it was working cause day by day he was giving you more attention. Until one day; 'my daughter, come here' he says while walking towards you with his hand on his axe.

'What are you doing with that boy? I do not like him...you are too young to get pregnant' he talks with a cold expression.

'Dad...it is not what it looks like, let me explain please!' you beg before talking again. 'This is just a plan that my friend and I made up for me to get your attention, to follow you around!. You are never at home, and it's always mum and I taking care of everyone. I just want your attention, I'm your daughter and I desserve it.' I talk while leaving my father with a confused expression on his face before he answers me.

'I'm so sorry my child...I didn't know that you were feeling like this, you know that I love and care for you as much as I do with your mother and brothers. But you are right, I haven't showed it the best way...but I promise that if you give me a chance I'll make it possible' Sihtric finally concludes.

'Gods dad! see? that wasn't so hard to say' you tease while hugging him and feeling him envolve me with his arms returning the hug.

'Can you please teach me how to fight?' you ask smiling at your father hopping that he will say yes.

'No, you are young...' he answers while rubbing his hands across his braided hair.

'Then I must come with a new plan' you answer back while leaving him with a smile on his face.

Your father did not teavh you how to fight that day or the next, but you did came with a plan, and it did work.

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius @emilyhufflepufftlk @whitedarkmoonflower @dailytlk @transfinan @lord-aldhelm @sihtricsafin @tinumiel @thalygremlinsson @sigtryggrswifey

[outatmako]

take time to realize

clewis, pre-canon. this started as a headcanon, then turned into a drabble, and landed somewhere between drabble and one-shot. pure fluff and pining and first kisses and 12 y/o nonsense.

Cleo sat on the sand, her knees pulled to her chest, watching the waves. She knew that any minute Lewis would show up—it had been low tide when she got there, but that was a couple of hours ago. The tide was running now, which was the best time for fishing. Lewis was sure to show up before high tide. At least no one else had bothered her. That was the appeal of this cove as a fishing spot. Only Lewis and his brothers ever came here. And Cleo. Apparently.

She didn’t know where else she could be alone, away from her parents and her sister, and even away from Emma. She felt a little bad about that one, but Emma just hadn’t understood why she was so upset. It wasn’t Emma’s fault—she tried to comfort Cleo the night before. Last night was Emma’s annual sleepover party, and that was where the problems began. The girls started talking about boys and kisses, and Cleo had stupidly admitted she’d never kissed anyone. Of course, some of the other girls made fun of her for that. Apparently being 12 without having kissed anyone made her a total loser.

Emma said it didn’t matter, but that was easy for Emma to say. Everyone knew she’d kissed Zane Bennett. Even if she did privately tell Cleo that the kiss hadn’t been particularly enjoyable. She still did it. She wasn’t a loser. She was cool. And Cleo was just her weird friend, who tagged along to sleepovers and hangouts and swim meets. But she wasn’t like the other girls Emma hung out with, the popular girls and the swim team girls. Cleo was just…Cleo.

She sniffed, brushing a few tears out of her eyes.

“Hey, Cleo!” Lewis’s voice echoed from the rocks. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to be alone,” she called back, trying desperately to keep her voice steady.

Lewis made his way down the rocks to stand next to her on the sand. “Are you alright?”

Cleo shrugged.

He sighed and sat down beside her. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “It’s stupid.”

“C’mon, you know you can tell me anything.” He gave her a sweet, encouraging smile.

“I’ve never kissed anybody,” she admitted quietly.

He blinked and cocked his head to the side. “Okay?”

“So, that makes me a loser!”

He scoffed. “Says who?”

“The girls at Emma’s party last night.” She pulled her knees even closer to her chest. “Apparently everyone else has at least had a first kiss.”

“Cleo, those girls are just shallow,” he tried.

“Are they?” Cleo turned to look him in the eye. “I mean, we’re starting secondary school next year. I can’t be the only girl in high school who hasn’t kissed anyone.”

Lewis was silent for a moment, considering, before he came out with a solution. “You can kiss me.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What?”

“You can kiss me,” he repeated, firmer this time.

“Lewis,” she hesitated. She’d recently started noticing that her best friend was a boy—a cute boy, at that—and suddenly she wondered if maybe he’d noticed her, too. “Do you like me?”

His blue eyes went wide as oceans. “Oh! Uh, er, no, no,” he stammered. “That’s, I mean. I didn’t mean it like that. But I haven’t kissed anyone either, and this way neither of us would be losers.”

She tried to hide the sudden, expected wave of disappointment that crashed over her. “Oh.”

“It would be like practice,” he added. “For when you kiss someone you actually like.”

“Right.” She chewed her bottom lip as she took in his suggestion. It would solve her problems. And it would probably be bad, so maybe it would cure whatever weird feelings she was starting to develop for him. “Okay,” she said, finally.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “You’re right. It would be good practice.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay. Wow. So, how do we—”

“Lean in and tilt your head,” she told him.

Cleo thought kissing Lewis should’ve felt weirder. He was her best friend, after all. But it was actually kind of nice. His lips were chapped, but warm, and he didn’t press too hard. It was hard to breathe, but that wasn’t bad, either. She felt tingly all over, and like her heart was beating of her chest. It was hard to say if that was from the lack of oxygen or something else.

It wasn’t a long kiss, lasting only the time it took for a single wave to crest, and then it was over.

“So,” Lewis cleared his throat. “That was, um. Nice.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he repeated. “I guess we’re not losers anymore.”

They sat for a moment in silence, the air between them thick with a new tension, a new awkwardness, that hadn’t been there before.

“I should,” she swallowed, pushing herself to her feet. “I should probably go home. My parents’ll be wondering where I am.”  

“Right,” he followed her up. “And I came here to fish.”

“Thanks, Lewis,” she said with a slightly forced smile. “You really did make me feel better.”

“Of course, Cleo,” he replied, with an equally forced smile. “What are friends for?”

“Best friends,” she corrected, not knowing why the word friend caused such a pang in her chest. She loved being his friend. None of her emotions were making sense.

“Right. Best friends.” He smiled more genuinely this time. “I’ll see you around.”

“See you!”  She turned away from him and took a big breath. Whatever she was feeling, it didn’t matter. Lewis was her best friend, and he always would be. And he told her he didn’t like her like that. So, it wasn’t even worth thinking about. Instead, as she walked back towards her house, she focused on the fact that she’d finally kissed someone.

Maybe she would actually be cool in high school.  

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Get out of bed, Kokichi!

((This fic contains Kokichi being upset about his body, I also wrote this a year ago so idk it’s probably outdated… anyways. This blog is for me to dump all my non-posted Danganronpa fics on AO3 cuz I don’t wanna post it on my main acc.))

- [ ] It was dark outside, and everyone was getting ready for bed.

- [ ] Kokichi wasn’t though. Worry tripled down in his throat, making it feel like there was a ball keeping him from breathing through his lungs. His brain felt like it was shaken around and bruised.

- [ ] And the dumbass mirror in the bedroom he didn’t even sleep in.

- [ ] Kokichi sighed; looking at his body through the mirror.

- [ ] It felt even worse then he was in the hospital, but it couldn’t even be half as bad. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset.

- [ ] In the killing game, he could be rude whenever he wanted, he could steal, lie a bunch, and easily slip out of others grasps. Well, Sometimes. But now he couldn’t do any of those, now he tries to be nice whenever he can find anything that comes to mind. He still lied but not as much especially with Kaitos grandpartents and… Kaito.

- [ ] He could say that he’s gotten soft, literally. In fact anybody could say that.

- [ ] His ribs weren’t that noticeable anymore when he stretched, counting the fact this his tummy was easily seen, squishing a bit when he sits down, his bellybutton more deep than it used to be. His thighs, to Kokichis discomfort, rubbed together a bit when he walked, and his face even looked rounder than it should. He could hardly get away from Kaito when he’s tickling him.

- [ ] God, he could barley even get out of bed without it feeling like somewhat of a hassle. Kokichi felt lazy, constantly. Always wanting to take some sort of nap at Kaitos home. Kaitos grandma or so he calls ‘meemaw’ is a great baker, and so is Kaito. Whenever Kokichis in a mood he doesn’t think twice in stuffing his stupid face with the delicious treats he’s sure he only eats himself. He hated it. But they were always there. It’s always the feeling after eating the treats he feels bad.

Kokichi suddenly heard a soft knocking on the door. “Hey Kokichi… I don’t really have a bedtime or anything, so I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie together.”

Kaitos voice whispered softly, Kokichi panicked. Kaito couldn’t see him like… *this*. He looked stupid. Too disgusting.

Kaito was starting to open the door, the shorter boy didn’t know what to do. He scrambled under the covers immediately to hide himself. The door creaked, leaving Kaito to let himself walk in Kokichis unused room. “Heyy.. you asleep, buddy?” Kaito questioned softly. Though Kaito knew Kokichi was most likely awake. The lamp light was on and Kokichi could never bring himself to sleep in an actual bed.

Kaito walked over and sat next to the rounded lump under the covers. Patting a hand of his on the shorter boys blanket covered back.

“You know, I got some left over snacks we could have together. The movies reaally good! I saw the reviews and the trailer, I think you’d enjoy that. Plus you could also sit on my lap again if you want and…” Kaito trailed off, something didn’t seem right. It didn’t make sense for Kokichi to hide under blanket covers out of all places, especially in a bed. He’d usually hide *under* the bed if anything. Even though Kokichi didn’t like small places he likes fitting himself into snug places like those. Unless Kokichi wasn’t trying to hide.

“You okay Kitch?” Kaito pulled a bit at the blanket Kokichi was hiding under, Kokichi grunted and went deeper under into the abyss of blankets.

“Ohh, are we playing a game?”

“..No.” Kokichi choked out, muffled by the blankets he pulled himself into. Slowly grabbing his knees and making himself into a ball of shame.

“Ah, okay.. are you alright? You don’t sound very happy. Can you be honest? Cause’ I don’t mind helping you for some good old cuddles man!”

Kaito sneaked his hand in and squeezed a little bit of Kokichis chubby flesh. But Kaito was completely oblivious to it.

Kokichi hated it. So much. What if Kaito just leaves him after the taller boy sees his tubby structure?

Kokichi grabbed Kaitos hand and pushed it away. With guilt. Kokichi didn’t know why he felt guilty. Maybe it was the fear that Kaito was just making fun of him. And maybe it was Kokichis fault all of this happened. He didn’t know anything. But so many possibilities creeped up his mind.

Kokichi pushed Kaitos hand all the way out of the covers.

Kaito only became more confused, what was it that Kokichi was upset about?

Kokichi only huffed and moved away.

Hugging himself, and sucking his tummy in. It doesn’t help though. It doesn’t make him look any different. His body was still round and soft. He could still grab a handful of chub from his stomach.

Why couldn’t he be the way he used to be. He was fine with that. Now he felt insecure. And useless. He didn’t care if it wasn’t healthy. At least he didn’t feel as bad, right?

Suddenly two hands took hold of his waist. Pulling Kokichi from under the covers.

Kokichi felt the hands squeeze a bit at the side of his tummy, though Kaito didn’t notice anything different; it was probably because of Kokichis shirt. Hiding anything wouldn’t last long, though.

Everything Kokichi hides rises up and comes to the surface eventually. Kokichi trusts kaito enough for that. More than he used to, which makes Kokichi just hate this even more.

Kokichi was now out of the blankets. He looked like a cat being held all stupid. Kokichis arms up, his whole torso visible.

“Cmon dude! Just tell me, it’s fine. You know, you don’t have to hide anything anymore. You’re safe here.”

Kokichi gave Kaito that guilty side eye.

“GH.! It’s- it’s nothing, really.”

Kokichi slipped down Kaitos lap unintentionally. Making himself in a laying position in Kaitos lap on his bed.

Kaito saw Kokichis shirt ride up a bit.

“Oh well, alright. Also your shirt is a littl-“ kaito was about to pull down Kokichis shirt.

“AUAAH NO- NONO I CAN FIX IT MYSELF.”

Kokichi sat up immediately interrupting Kaito, freaking out to think of Kaito hating him if he suspects even one thing more squish-able then it used to be.

“Hm? What? You trying to keep me from touching …” kaito hugged Kokichi from where he was sitting, pulling Kokichi in his arms. Kokichi couldn’t move at all like this. He was. Very trapped.

And the fact that Kaito only had to use one of his arms to keep Kokichi in place scared him. Kokichi wasn’t escaping.

Kaito patted Kokichis tummy. The shorter boy jolted up, all the hairs on his body suddenly going straight up by the sudden sensation. It tickled.

Kokichi held back a laugh, but Kaito only grabbed at Kokichis soft side and hugged Kokichi closer to him. Kokichi would kick Kaito if he was facing the right direction.

But kaito got Kokichi in a horrible position.

“whuut~? Is it youwr whittle tummy~? You downt want mwe to squish your adorable wittle tummy~?” Kaito babied Kokichi, now poking his fingers around Kokichis belly button.

“pFUAHAHAHASV KAITOSHAHAHA-” Kokichi lost his breath quickly, falling out of Kaitos arm and flopping onto the bed.

Kokichi felt drool at the side of his face already. His face flushed.

The little chub felt a hand grasp beneath his unnoticeable ribs, and started squeezing the pudgy spot.

A wiggly smile plastered quickly on Kokichis face, as he rolled on his back to get away from Kaito. He only felt the taller boys large hands take hold of Kokichis shirt. Kokichi suddenly felt panic consume him, Kokichis eyes grew wide and immediately he tried to crawl away, but in order to do that he’d. Need to roll over. Disappointing that rolling is the only thing he can do here other then laughing.

But Kokichi was stuck in Kaitos Hands.

Kaito pinned Kokichi down in the spot he was in, with a genuine smile on his face.

Kokichi was stuck with his tummy completely vulnerable. He guessed this is where the truth of why he was upset comes to the surface.

Kaito slowly pulled up Kokichis shirt, the shorter boy squirmed in response in an attempt to get away. But he physically couldn’t. It tickled when his own shirt traveled over the small hairs on Kokichis stomach. Kokichi only could giggle helplessly in between trying to tell Kaito not to.

“Ahauzhs.. aha.. AH KAITO NO- NoHAHAH”

Eventually Kokichis bare, soft, and pudgy tummy was completely exposed to Kaito.

But kaito didn’t react. His face was unreadable. Kokichis face was taken over with fear. He looked away with embarrassment. Now Kaito thought he was some gross animal, huh. But instead.

Kokichi felt a poke at his soft stomach. And then a squish. Then he felt two warm hands prod and squeeze his belly.

Kokichi was no longer restrained. But he still felt like he couldn’t move. The purple haired looked down at Kaitos hands.

He only kept squeezing Kokichis middle. Kokichi was confused, but he was also embarrassed. What was Kaito doing?

Nothing hurt, but it definitely felt strange.

Kaito poked and hugged him tightly often but this time it felt like Kaito just witnessed something he never even saw before.

“..how long have you been hiding this?..”

kaito said in almost a whisper, as if his mind were blown by this.

“..uh. I dont know.” Kokichi huffed, then rolled over on his stomach making Kaito take his hands off of Kokichis tummy.

“Awh.. Oh Right! The movie- can we please watch it together?” Kaito pleaded, Kokichi could feel Kaitos puppy eyes on him.

Kokichi only grunted in the sheets.

“..fine..”

Maybe being chubbier was just an excuse to get touched more often.

That’s what Kokichi thought now, anyway.