#i guess i could also do one for the irs? since they also helped here

[izzy-b-hands]

got back from tax place a lil bit ago and found out:

i overpaid enough before i quit my job so even tho i emptied my retirement acct

I dont have to pay anything. we thought for sure it would be over 1k to pay in at least, but the accountant that does our taxes confirmed it for me! I don't owe the IRS anything!!! (at least for this year lmao)

and. and. the thing that made me almost happy cry in their office

im getting some back from fed and state. not a huge amount, but enough to help me out for a few months at least and keep my accts from being drained completely

it's not entirely getting me out of the hole im in, but i feel like the universe just tossed me a rope to start trying to climb out. if i can get to ct, get a job, and pay back ct friend and my mum?

then i will happy cry all over everything and everyone. even all of you, ur in on this happy cry with me bc you've all listened to me bitch abt this stuff and lose my mind over it for months

[tinydefector]

Hi i don't know if you are taking requests for bayverse but if you do can i get bayverse Ironhide x female reader, fluff and smut. Good luck of you do❤️

Minx

Warning: Smut, Oral fem receiving.

Word count: 2k

(Bayverse) Ironhide x Fem Human reader

Before I start, I'm not very good with writing Bayverse bots, so I hope this came out alright.

Also, I hope I did the reader well, I dont really write fem reader.

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Masterlist

Ironhide Masterlist

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She's using his revision mirror again to touch up her lipstick. It wouldn't bother Ironhide as much if it wasn't for the fact she was flaunting herself at him while they were driving. 

Ironhide let out an exasperated vent. On the surface he tried to remain stoic, but inside circuits were frayed from the incessant primping and preening whenever she had the chance to ride in his cab. 

"Must you always fuss so much?" he grumbled, unable to keep the irritation from his voice. "I am driving, in case you've forgotten. And I suspect your antics are meant more for distracting me than seeing to your own looks."

She had been batting her lashes and smiling his way ever since they departed their last stop, and his patience for such frivolities was running low. so for now he strove to ignore the human's attempts at getting a rise out of him, less he ran them off the road.

His engine rumbled in a weary sigh. "Focus on the task at hand, little one. We'll be back at base soon enough."

She shoots him a smile in his mirror again. "And here I thought you enjoyed my company, getting sick of me already Hide?" She teases him.

Ironhide's engine responded with a grumble that was half irritation, half amusement. As trying as his Minx could be at times, he had to admit her bold spirit was refreshing and she did keep him on his toes.

"In small doses only, little witch," he retorted, though without any real bite to his words. "Your antics might be tolerable in brief stretches, keep your optics on the road, less we get ambushed by Decepticons" 

Still, there was a certain grudging fondness in the way his voice. For all her mischief, the human's fearless nature was what had drawn him to her, she wasn't military but a chance encounter had him on the run with her from Decepticon fire.

 In her own tiny way, she helped ease some of the weariness that had built up over countless vorns of endless conflict. Her voice he could listen to for aeons. 

Part of Ironhide didn't truly mind the company...so long as she minded her manners while in his cab, and kept her hands to herself while they drove.

"Fine guess I'll have to show off for someone else back on base" she states. He knows she's trying to get under his plating, and she knows how to get him. 

His engine rumbled warningly at that comment. While he knew she was just prodding him to get a reaction, the suggestion of flirting with another stirred a possessiveness in his circuits. 

"Watch it, fleshie," he growled, though without any real heat to the words. 

"Keep carrying on so and I may be inclined to park your backside right here until we're done," he blustered. But his warming cab and rumbling engine betrayed that any real ire was short-lived where she was concerned. Still, it wouldn't do to let her think she'd won so easily. 

Soft laughter falls from her lips, " jealous bot" she shoots back at him as the two finally arrive back at base. 

She gets chatty with security At the entrance to N.E.S.T 

Ironhide's engine uttered another warning grumble as she chatted away with the other humans, seemingly having forgotten her promise to mind her manners. His patience was wearing thin after the long drive, and he'd had just about enough of her frivolous games.

Pulling up as close to the hangar doors as his alt mode would allow, he popped open the driver side door with a pointed snap. "Out. Now," he rumbled, unwilling to play chauffeur any longer while she was in her mood to cause chaos.  

When she turned back with that coquettish smirk, Ironhide growled deep in his intakes. "Don't test me, fleshie. You've had your fun, now get inside like I said. Unless you'd rather I carry you in?" 

He knew full well manhandling the human would be crossing a line. But she had a way of pushing all his buttons without fail. 

She slowly moves to get out of his front seat. Her hands linger on the dashboard for a moment before she steps out onto the concrete. She's quick to walk inside after giving his tailgate a slap, a small laugh leaves her as she runs. 

With a grumble and hiss of hydraulics, Ironhide transformed once she had cleared his cab, looming over the hangar entrance. Ironhide let out an annoyed huff of exhaust as the girl once more tested his patience, That sharp little slap to his tailgate was the final straw.

Revving his engine menacingly, Ironhide rumbled forward until his massive bulk filled the hangar entrance, blocking any hope of escape back out the entrance. "Minx," he accused, optics narrowing at the smiling human within. "Do you enjoy pushing me this far every time?"

Despite his gruff tone, there was no true anger. After all this time, she knew full well how to get under his plating without ever crossing a line. And loathe as he was to admit, some small part of Ironhide even admired her spirit. 

Still, there were consequences to be had for such teasing. Leaning in until he is eye level with her "Consider this your official timeout, fleshling. Until I deem you've learned your lesson, you'll remain right where I put you."

With that, he sealed the hangar shut with a steely grinding of gears.  "Iron!" She squeals out only to gasp more as Ironhide grabs her before continuing further into his hanger, his human in hand. Her legs dangle between his digits as she holds onto him. "Oh my God you're an ass! Give me a warning next time" She shoots back at him

Ironhide huffed a gruff chuckle at the human's outburst. "And miss that precious little squeal? Not a chance, fleshie." 

"You know full well your games grate on my circuits, princess," he rumbled lightly. "A little fear is good for the spark. Keeps you on your toes and out of trouble." Not that he would ever hurt her. 

Once she was steady on her pedes again standing on their shared berth, more so crudely made slab with piles of her blankets and pillows on it "Consider that payback for your mischief, little pest. Next time, mind your hands and that smart mouth, lest I find a use for them." His field pulsed warm with amusement. 

 Soft little noises leave her as Ironhide's digits wrap around her pressing gently into her side, back and against her chest. 

Ironhide vented softly as his powerful digits carefully cradled the human's tiny frame. For all their teasing and bickering, in quiet moments like this he was reminded of just how fragile organics were. 

His field pulsed warm and gentle, laced with protectiveness as he gradually increased the pressure, testing her limits but taking care not to crush even an ounce of strength. "Comfortable, little one?" he rumbled softly. 

When she offered no protest, Ironhide began slowly massaging her back struts, mimicking the way she sometimes soothed his aching finger joints. Though his plating was rough-hewn metal and her skin oh so delicate.

A rumble rose from his frame, vibrating through her in a sensation she called a "purr." His optics were lidded in contentment, focusing only on her within his grasp. 

She slowly leans back into his touch. And as his digits travel further down she arches into his touch a small whine falls from her lips. She slowly grinds against Ironhide teasing digit. trying to make him get the picture of what she wanted and why she had been teasing him all day. 

Ironhide's engine revved sharply in surprise at the reaction his gentle touch elicited. His optics shuttered briefly.  "Minx," he scolded gently. "All this torment was for my attention, then?"

Lowering his face close, he nuzzled her tiny form with care before capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, its slow and soft, flesh against metal. Another whine leaves her lips as she looks up at him. "You've been too busy recently, I missed you" she states as he lays her down against the piles of blankets. Slowly hiking her dress up only to be met with nothing underneath. Ironhide stilled, intake caught in surprise at her display. His optics roved hungrily over the tempting view before him, unable to deny the allure of her plan so cunningly executed.

A low rumble rose from his chassis. "Devious creature," he purred, engine revving at the wanton invitation in her gaze. How could he refuse when she had so clearly orchestrated this?

His name softly falls from her lips. Her eyes flicker to where he kneels in front of the berth. Leaning down, he nuzzled her frame with utmost care "All this just for me?" His field pulsed hot and heady as he traced the seam of her folds with a single digit. 

Rising temptation warred with duty and honour. But her needful whine as she canted her hips persuaded him. Slowly Ironhide runs his glossa across sweet skin. She whines loudly when he leans down and runs his glossa between her folds sucking softly on her clit before he delivers back into teasing. Her hands grip his helm quickly. "Ironhide please" she calls out.

His glossa is enveloped in tight velvet warmth. His intake caught on a groan at sensations. He could never get enough of how sweet she tasted, she is sweeter than pre war energon candies. Ironhide rumbled deeply at her pleas, the sound vibrating through her very core as he worshipped her flesh. Making her gasp and cry out brought him no small amount of satisfaction to reduce his teasing femme to putty in his grasp with nothing but tongue. 

"Easy, little one," he crooned against her wetness. With maddening slowness he circled her clit, cataloguing every hitch of her breath, every whimper and sigh. Ever so carefully Ironhide delved his glossa inside.

 Ironhide rumbled deep in approval as she rode his glossa without restraint, soft hips bucking against his mouth. making her pleasure his sole focus in that moment. Her cries and moans only spurred him on, lapping eagerly at her slick flesh.

One hand braced against her hip to hold her steady, But Ironhide was far from passive, pressing his glossa as deep as he was able between each thrust. The vibrations of his rumbling engine only enhanced every sensation. 

When her hips began to canter erratically, Ironhide redoubled his efforts. Cried out moans leave her lips as her orgasm hits, hips bucking in irregular patterns as she sobs out Ironhide's name. With one final curl of his glossa, he felt her walls flutter madly around him. Greedily Ironhide lapped up every drop of her release, savouring this sweet taste. 

Yet still he craved more of her intoxicating and addictive taste, seeking to prolong her bliss for as long as was within his power. 

Carefully he manoeuvred her limp frame until she straddled his glossa once more, keening softly as the hypersensitive flesh of her clit met his eager mouth. Slowly Ironhide tongued her folds, memorising every detail as her flavour grew sweeter still in her fluttering aftershocks. "Ironhide!" She moans out loudly. 

One of his hands trailed maddeningly along her back, tracings her spine, caressing and stroking anew. Ironhide growled around his mouthful, greedily drinking in every drop he could  as shudders wracked her frame.

Retreating only when she sagged fully sated against him, Ironhide cradled her close to his chassis, content merely to hold her. Her breathing calmed as he nuzzled her adoringly, spark swelling with quiet joy. 

She lays content against him, soft pants leaving her lips as Ironhide brings her pile of blankets up for her. She slowly snuggles into him through the blankets. Ironhide himself is content to put off mission reports for his little minx.

Ironhide's engine rumbled softly in wordless affection as the human curled contentedly against his chassis, safely wrapped in makeshift padding. Her soft respiration and fluttering pulse cycled down into sated recharge, safe in his guarded embrace.

Adjusting until he was lounging comfortably, Ironhide idly stroked her naked back, tracing glyphs into soft flesh

Until then, Ironhide was content simply to monitor her recharge and bask in the aftermath. The closeness of her tiny frame to his mighty systems never ceased to stir something deep within.

Her presence soothed the savage rages of battle, tempering even his trigger-happy impulses into something nobler. "Minx" he mumbles softly before settling in to recharge himself. 

[desultory-novice]

Why do I see Magolor using his ship to look into other timelines, to which he ends up stumbling upon the timeline where Adeleine and Noir end up fusing into that... thing and ultimately die. (Or any alternate timeline of Apologies really, they're all despressing and messed up!)

He probably turned the screen off pretty fast.

[Requiem For a Mask]

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Magolor:  "Heheheh... Kirby and friends will be SO surprised when they see these masks!" (And I'm giving them a two for one deal! Am I generous with my genius or what?)

Magolor:  "But what to do for Adeleine? No offense, but from what I've seen, she's pretty boring--...I MEAN! She's a good girl with a stable head on her shoulders!" (...No one heard me say that right??)

Magolor:  "But that makes it hard to imagine a good alternate mask for her. Maybe she gets more interesting in another timeline? Lor...? Do me a favor and search her dimensional signature for me!"

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BZZT KSSH

Adeleine:"...You're not allowed to leave, Noir." Noir:"...I don't want to leave you either..."

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Magolor:  "...Hmm? This looks different. ...I'd heard she had a brother, long, long ago. Is that what he looked like before he got turned into...?" (...You know what? I'm not ready to go there...)

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King Dedede: "Hey, I think these two are still alive...!" Waddle Dee: "But...what are they...?" Meta Knight: "They don't look like anyone else alive on this planet." "Frozen remains of an extinct species?" "But how are they the only ones who..." King Dedede: "What they are is kids in need of help, obviously!" Meta Knight: "...Well, Kirby? It's your decision." (Hey, don't go above me! I'm the king here...!) Kirby: "I say we help them!"

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Magolor:  "Ahh, yes, yes. And they get rescued! Happily ever after~! Just what I expected from Kirby and friends! ...Only difference I can see with her here is that she's not wearing that hat. Boy! Does that girl have a forehead you could park the Lor on or what? Heh he--"

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Noir:"Adeleine...!! What did you DO to her?!" Dee Child: "We didn't do anything! We just asked if...!" Dee Child 2: "The ground!! It's turning to snow...?" Adeleine: "N...No...ir..." Dee Child: "Is that...her doing...?" Noir: "Don't TOUCH HER! Stay back...!" "...Stay away...from BOTH of us...!!"

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Magolor:  "...Hmm? What's happening to...?" "O-Oh... Ohh Stars......."

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""Is ts He un rk tr sa MD oe rm ea TS he ah nT Jo ut sn tI Mg yn Hi eh at ry tr .e Iv tE He ug rn tu sl IP no MT yt Sn oa uW lI""

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Magolor:  "......Shut it off, Lor. Back out. Cancel the stream. Now."

- King Dedede: "Don'tcha hear them screamin' in there?!" Meta Knight: "...Of course I can! Which is exactly why we nee--!"

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BZZT KSHOO

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Magolor:  "................"

Magolor:  "...Boring is good, I think."

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Magolor:  "Let's stick to boring."

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Zero III's dialogue reads: "It hurts more than just my heart. It hurts in my Soul." "I want to plunge everything into the same Darkness."

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Since we're here, I just wanted to take this moment to regale how hair-pulling it is to write Zero III's dialogue!

It starts with thinking up something somewhat fitting for both siblings to say (Adeleine's dialogue always leaning towards sad or naive, Noir's always leaning towards rage or guilt) then stretching and twisting and trimming till they are the exact same number of characters, which generally means making a good guess, finally flipping Noir's backwards and painstakingly inserting each letter after Adeleine's, one by one, until I realize I was off by ONE letter and have to start the WHOLE PROCESS over again!

This happens about three times per attempt. All to come up with a dialogue quirk that NO ONE can read and that I have to spoil what they say at the bottom of the post anyway! XD

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Also, Magolor's feelings on Adeleine do not reflect my own!! I think she is a good girl (/genuine) and I apologize for writing up a bunch of timelines where awful things happen to her! (...Looking at my Marx, Magolor, DMK and others, that's kind of a theme with me, isn't it? ^^;;)

And while the sadness will continue for a while longer, I can assure you that Apologies DOES end with Adeleine, Noir, and the rest of their new family both safe and content!

[softxsuki]

Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I would love love LOVE a letter from baji. We've been friends since middle school and we became offical when we went to the same University. (He does veterinary medicine and I do art.) I'm 20 and he's 21 (dating for a couple of years at the time of him writting ir) and well... he does call me a variety of pet names depending on his mood (just wanna be call dollface/cutie). TONE: I'm thinking about a hurt to comfort letter where I get hurt/bullied (harassed and peer pressured by bullies and idk how to response bc i thought uni wasn't the place for bullying and high school drama. Guess not 💀) and he saves me but I don't respond bc i feel week and I should have done something instead of waiting for him ro come save me and I just feel undeserving of his love and isolate myself in my dorm (we live in different dorms). Baji not being sure on what to do/not wanting to pressure me (ik he isn't like this but shhh it's for the sake of the letter) write a letter expressing how much he genuinely cares for me and loves me (without it being out of character) and that I'm not alone and I have him. Location: it takes place at uni (so he slips it through underneath the door. After I read it, he comes in and we just cuddle and watch a movie (whilst hes holding me in his strong arms. He stays the night and makes me breakfast, also he "talks" to my bullies so that when I see them again they all run away 🏃 (they want no smoke). Other information: I'm usually the more affectionate one between us and like he reciprocates (was quite shy at first but warmed up to it and how he starts it... it gets a little heated sometimes if he's jealous 😳). I hope I'm not coming off as ooc by saying this (please correct me if I am). I feel like baji is somewhat reserved in public (unless he's jealous) like the most he'll do if give me a kiss or a brief hug (maybe ruffle my hair) but like o can tell he cares. I can't proprrly articulate it but he isn't just a feral troublemaker, he's more than that (acts of service - giving me water, snacks if so I don't get hungry or thirsty/reminding me to like eat and hydrate. Also I can confinde him about anything and he won't judge me for it. Also he doesn't judge me for my autism (actually G checks and fucks up anyone who tries it) and he doesn't care if I'm stimming or pacing around and like it's just really nice to not be seen as weird. Also like he's really attentive like if I'm having a shitty day he wont just not say anything, he'll pick up on it and do his dammest to make it go away. Like giving me advice (amazing if not a bit blunt), or doing what he can. Also I sometimes draw portraits and art of him bc I love him (and my hobby is art) and even if he insists I don't need to. I always make sure to buy him gifts (new cat toys/food, veterinary resources, yskisoba and snacks, etc) bc I want to give back to him.

But yeah that's all there is to it. I hope it isn't too much. Thank you for accepting my request and letting me send this in.

I hope you have a nice day. Ur amazing.

Baji's Comforting Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Baji x Fem!Reader | Genre: Comfort, Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 1.1k|

Warnings: mentions of bullying, reader feels a little insecure

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you enjoy your letter from Baji :)

Baji feels awkward standing in front of your dorm door, his letter grasped between his fingers. You had run away from him a few days ago after he helped you out upon seeing your classmates harass you. Not knowing what to say after that, he gave you your space, but you still hadn’t reached out to him at all.

Worry filled him after your silence. Were you upset with him for some reason that he didn’t immediately reach out to you? Anxiety bubbled up within him as he stood outside your dorm room. It was Valentine’s Day and while that usually meant just staying indoors and ordering takeout with you like any other date, Baji felt like he had to do something extra for you this year to cheer you up. 

He wasn’t used to expressing his affection for you verbally, especially not in a letter since his handwriting was horrible and he couldn’t spell to save his life, but this is what lots of guys did for their girlfriends, right? Maybe it would help you feel better.

Swallowing his pride and brushing his embarrassment away, he slips the letter under your door and knocks a few times before rushing to hide behind a nearby wall so you wouldn’t see him.

You, busy sulking on your own in your dorm, jump slightly at the sudden knock on your door. You were  embarrassed that you had run away from your boyfriend after he helped you out. Of course you were grateful for his help and having him protect you like that sent butterflies erupting in your stomach, but you had let your classmates' words get to you. You felt undeserving of Baji’s love, how could you possibly deserve his attention when you were just you?

Sighing, you stand from your bed that you were wallowing away on, and approach your door, seeing an envelope in front of it. Curiously, you pick it up and see your name written on it. You look through the peephole of your dorm door but don’t see anyone outside it, opening the door slightly just to make sure no one was there, before closing it again.

You take a seat on your bed again as you open the envelope and begin to read its contents;

Hey Dollface,

Did I scare you off the other day? Or were you embarrassed that I found out you were getting picked on? You know I don’t care about things like that, but I wish you had told me yourself so I could have helped you out sooner. Don’t worry about those idiots, they won’t bother you again, in fact, no one will bother you again, I’ve made it very clear to them that they shouldn’t mess with my girl…

I’m sorry if I upset you for not running after you and giving you space. I should have looked for you and comforted you right away. But just…don’t feel like you’re alone. We’re partners, I want to share the pain you feel and I want to know when someone is bothering you so I can sort it out quickly. I love you too much to see you throw yourself down like that. If anything, I’m the one undeserving of you.

Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day and I heard guys write stupid letters like these or something, so here it is. I really don’t get it, but if it makes you happy then good. I love you.

From,

You know who, do I really need to say it??

You smile to yourself as you read the letter, it was so like him. Super curt, straight to the point,  and probably took him forever to write out properly since the grammar and spelling were perfect. You read through the letter one more time, your eyes always stopping at his words ‘my girl’. You were his girl, despite how many times you may have thought you didn’t deserve his love, Baji would never pretend to be interested in you, he knew what he wanted, and that was you.

The only thing you’d ever picture him doing is pushing you away if you were ever in danger because of him. But he’d never lead you on and pretend to care for you, so why were you so worried in the first place?

You laugh to yourself and quickly grab your things, wanting to see him as soon as possible. Two days without being in his arms was long enough. You open your dorm door, but you definitely don’t expect to see your handsome man in front of you already. He backs you up into your dorm room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could see his red ears, hinting as his embarrassment from his letter, but he still stood tall, his confidence never leaving. 

“Did you read it?” He asks, a hand coming up to rub your arms.

Baji had never been one to initiate affection with you, but since dating you for a while and getting used to your touchiness, he finds himself reaching out to you first now more often. He loves it.

“Mhm, thank you,” you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “I loved it, and I love you. Thank you for stepping in the other day for me…and I’m sorry for running off on you like that without a word, I just felt embarrassed.”

He shakes his head and laughs huskily, pulling you into his arms, his chin leaning on your shoulder as he squeezes you tight, “You don’t need to apologize. It’s my job to look out for you, just know that they won’t be bothering you again. They know what’ll happen if they do.”

You hug him back, missing the feeling of having his arms around you

“I’m sure you did. Thank you,” you hum, before a teasing smile graces your lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Such a romantic gesture to threaten my ‘bullys’ for me.”

He groans in your neck, guiding you back to your bed where he pushes you back into the mattress, hovering over you, “Yeah yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day. As long as you’re happy.”

And happy you were as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your day of love was spent cuddled up together with a movie playing in the background as Baji later attempts to cook brunch since it was still early on in the day. It wasn’t perfect, but you could care less as long as you got to spend it with him, that’s all that mattered.

Posted: 2/14/2024

[super-ion]

Ion & Emily - Ion's First Night Out

(Ion & Emily master post)

It's just my luck that the bank I decided to hit on my very first night out is already in the process of being robbed when I get there. I gotta admit, they're doing a pretty good job. They've disabled the silent alarm, cracked the vault and have already loaded several bags with cash by the time I get there. I was hoping for just a clean robbery, but I guess tonight is gunna be baby's first fist fight.

I don't *need* to fight them. I could just go find another bank. The thing is, I scoped this one in particular out. I spent all week planning this, I'm hyped for it.

And I had a contingency section in my planning binder for this, so I'm prepared. Technically the contingency is "non-lethal countermeasures for security personnel", but I figure there's enough overlap that it doesn't make a huge difference. I pull the security cameras back online, but route the signal into the equipment in my backpack.

Yes, I'm recording this. If it goes badly, I can play it back later and see where I went wrong. If it goes well, I can edit it all together and post it online for my grand debut.

I've also got three mini drones with me, I unclip them from my belt and let them loose. Between the cameras and the drones, I count three guys. I can take three guys in a fight, right?

First guy goes down before he even knows I'm there. I hit him in the back with the electrified gloves I cobbled together this week. I'm honestly actually kinda surprised I even got close enough to do that.

Second guy takes a little more effort. He shouts and takes a few swings. I think tech powers may have sped up my reflexes just a tiny bit, since I manage to avoid him long enough to get another shock in.

Third guy… oh shit!

One of my drones pings me with an urgent alert. I fall to the ground and roll behind a desk as the gunshot rings out. The bullet smacks into the wall right in front of where I was just standing. Not gunna lie, I'm fucking terrified, but I did plan for this. Looks like this is baby's first gunfight top.

I send my drones swarming around his head like angry hornets, tagging him is the face with spray paint as they buzz past. He flails wildly and I slip in and deliver a shock that crumples him to the ground.

I stand there, panting for a moment. Holy shit, I did it. I won!

I stride over to one of the pile of bulging duffle bags. I'm pragmatic, I know I can't carry more than one of them out of here. That's fine, I don't actually need the money, I'm mostly just doing this for funsies. I unzip one and holy wow, there's gotta be at least a couple hundred thousand bucks of cashy money in here!

My feeling of victory is cut short by the sound of someone slow clapping behind me. I whirl around and… aw fuck.

It's Jackrabbit in his gray and white supersuit. He's the local speedster and a card carrying member of the league of superheroes.

I do not have a contingency section in my binder for an encounter with a superhero. I was hoping to work my way up to this. You know, hit a couple banks, build a reputation and an arsenal… maybe actually put together a binder for actually fighting another super.

"Good job, kid!" he says, folding his arms and leaning cockily against a column. "For a moment, I thought you might need some help, but you handled yourself pretty good."

Kid?? This guy is like five years younger than me.

"I'm twenty-seven," I say flatly. Probably not the smartest move, but he's got my ire up.

He flashes a smile that I think is supposed to be disarming. I'm not disarmed.

"Sorry," he continues. "I haven't seen you around and you got the whole… newbie vibe going. I mean, you are wearing cosplay."

I don't say anything, I just glower menacingly as my mind races. He's got speed. Even if I do have heightened reflexes, they aren't going to count for shit if he can take me down faster than I can blink.

"You know," he says, running his eyes over my costume in a way that makes me feel dirty, "we've got top notch tailors at the Tower. We can hook you up with all the best gear if you join up."

"Yeah, not interested," I reply.

He snaps a finger and makes a face of mock annoyance.

"Yeah, I kinda figured, the way you got that bag in your hand. But you know what they say, villain and vulture both start with V."

The fuck? I very much doubt anyone in the history of anything has said that. I think it's supposed to be a joke, but… what??

Okay, focus. What do I got? Tech powers. What's he got? Super speed… and a whole lot of super high tech gadgets. He's got two way communicators. He's got a full wraparound visor with an AR HUD. He's got… some kind of electrostatic friction control in his boots. The security on the devices isn't half bad, but I've already found several exploits to open up a back door.

I've got the beginnings of a plan and the means to execute it.

"Tell you what," he says. "A pretty girl like you doesn't need to get beat up on her first heist. You leave the money and walk out of here, no fuss. All you gotta do is tell me your name."

My… name. I don't have one yet. I have a shortlist of my favorites, but I haven't settled on one. The camera's are running though. I guess it's time for some villainy. I draw myself up and strike a dramatic pose, checking myself in the camera feeds. I turn up the brightness of the led strips in my costume, bathing me in poisonous green.

"No deal," I say imperiously. "But I will give you my name. It's Ion."

He cocks his head in confusion.

"So what?" he asks. "You got like electricity powers or something?"

Yeah, I probably could have gone with a different name more in line with my abilities, but Ion spoke to me in the moment and I'm committed now. All aboard the Ion train!

"Not exactly," I reply and trigger the worm I've installed in his gear.

Okay, full disclosure: my plan is cowardly. I have no illusions about that. That's the great thing about being a villain though. I don't need to be heroic. I don't even need to win. I just need to escape with my bag of money. All other considerations secondary. Crew expendable.

Just kidding, if I had a crew, they wouldn't be expendable. They would receive fair pay with excellent benefits and two months paid vacation.

Anyway, the worm activates and he's completely locked out of his visor as the video plays on his HUD at full opacity. His earpieces are dialed all the way up (not enough to cause any permanent damage, I'm not a monster) and the music starts blasting.

He shouts in alarm and rips the earpieces out. The volume is up high enough to hear the dulcet tones of Rick Astley as they clatter to the ground:

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

His earpieces are out, but the video's still going on his visor, effectively blinding him. He wants to take it off so badly, but there are too many cameras and he's too well trained to reveal his secret identity like that. You might say he's… he's never gonna… okay, I'll stop.

At this point, I'm sprinting for the door. Against a speedster, every second counts and if I can make it outside, my chances of escape improve significantly.

Jackrabbit shouts after me. For good measure, I have my drones splatter paint on his visor before zipping after me. They'll never catch up at this point, but at least if they make it outside, they can stash themselves somewhere until I can recover them.

The last thing I see through the security cameras before I cut the feed is Jackrabbit falling flat on his ass. My worm's last parting gift is overriding the friction controls on his boots. I guess he uses it for improved maneuverability or something, but for this glorious moment it belongs to me.

I burst out the door into the alleyway. My lungs are already burning. I'm not in bad shape exactly, but I'm also not in great shape either. I can't keep this up, but the important part is I'm outside.

You see, the great thing about a modern city is it's absolutely full of traffic and CCTV cameras. They're everywhere, watching everything. But Ion, you might ask, how is that a good thing? Can't they just see me wherever I am? They can. They can also see everywhere I'm not. I've deployed another worm into the internet of things and it is already creating dozens of phantom versions of me running in every possible direction. It's not going to hold up to any kind of human scrutiny, but I have a hunch it's more than enough to trick any AI that will be tipping Jackrabbit off. Denial and deception, baby!

I round the block and duck into another alley where I hunker down behind a dumpster and wait.

Boom! There he goes like a bat out of hell. I don't care where he's going as long as it's far the hell away from me. I heave a sigh of relief and begin digging through my backpack to change out the more obvious bits of my costume. After a few moments, I'm just some girl on her way home from the gym. I pop in my headphones and make my way to the nearest bus stop with a bounce in my step.

I did it! I freakin' beat Jackrabbit on my first night out! I lose myself in the euphoria and let out a whoop of victory. My fellow late night commuters glance at me curiously, and I duck my head in apology. I can't stop grinning though, so I do my best to play the part of a perfectly normal citizen who just got the best news of her life.

I'm anything but perfectly normal though. My life will never be perfectly normal again.

Look out world! Here comes Ion!

[dballzposting]

What if you were Trunks and you were like 17 and you were staying up too late to do your homework and you're at a kitchen table because if you go to your room you're afraid that you'll just start playing video games again & Yamucha is visiting right now and hes staying in a guest bedroom somewhere & you dont really care & last time he spent a few days here you caught him in the morning (11 am) once standing around in his underwear going through the cupboards like "You guys got any cornflakes?" & then when he found the cornflakes he had sat down and ate three bowls in a row & so to not be impolite you had sat down too and let him tell you stories & the spoon just looked so tiny in his giant hairy man hands & he was defintiely bigger than your dad though not as muscular & it just sort of felt like he was towering over the bowl though by temperament he is a swell guy & afterwards you had looked at your own hands and wondered if they'll ever get that big and masculine and hairy. And you're prepared for this to happen again but since youre staying up late you'll probably sleep late so maybe you'll avoid him in the morning.

And it's pretty late and you're mother is off to bed soon but she sits with you for a moment to make sure that you're doing homework and then sighs and mutters "I guess this'll be a late night for Vegeta." Becasue it was common for Vegeta to disappear for odd hours without telling anyone where he was going. And to your mother who cant sense ki, he could be a planet away, even if hes just in a far room of capsule corp.

And it really is common for Vegeta to go somewhere random and stare at the ocean or whagever, but it was also common for him to just be offscreen but Around, so to help your mother out, you take a jab at sensing his ki. And this time, he really is just in the building.

"You might see him yet tonight," you say. "He's just in the next wing over."

Your mother takes start, and she asks, "what, dont tell me hes socializing with Yamucha."

You check again, and oh yeah, that must be the guest bedroom where Yamucha is staying, and yep, they're both over there.

"Oh," you say, realizing how odd that is. "I'm surprised myself."

"Well this I have to see."

Your mother leaves and you return to your homework, disinterested and unbothered.

A while later, you think you hear someone yelling, but it's too far away for you to be sure.

A bit after that, rapid footsteps approach, and you turn to see none other than Yamucha speeding past the doorway. Then he stops and backtracks and reappears and waves at you.

"Hey buddy!" He says, and hes shirtless, and is wearing yellow pants, and his hair is tied back messily, and he looks very much like hes been slapped the shit out of, and he is carrying the top half of his yellow suit in one elbow, and his traveling briefcase in the other hand. "Nice seeing you today, but I gotta jet. Stay in school! And, maybe try to put a good word in for me with your mom. You know, stress that I've been a good friend for years, and that I really am sorry, and maybe dont tell her where I am if she tries to hunt me down? Okay, bye!" and then hes gone.

You go to bed that night like normal, and the next day your father is absent from the breakfast table, and you ask your mother why that is, and she says that she sent him to eat alone outside, and you ask her what he did, and she says "Why dont YOU ask HIM what he DID," which usually means that Bulma and Vegeta have differing opinions on what "he did," and she thinks that his version is stupid.

To spare yourself the long ire-filled rant that your mother's answer would be, you go outside and ask your father what he did.

"I had gay sex with Yamucha," he says.

[mintlysweet-tea]

Here's my art summary for this year! I think only one of the arts has been actually posted here, but as for the rest I will give some context under the cut.

January: It's Sybil from CFS/IR's Call of Cthulhu: Masks of Nyarlathotep campaign, but with a pair of hummingbird wings. Maybe I'll post the full image here?

February: You know those let's make an OC template things? Rose, or fully Rose Through The Road, was created from that template with help from others on Discord. They are an agender Tabaxi wearing a jumpsuit, sporting short braids and lavender studs. Has a necklace of fireballs, "Never takes responsibility for their actions.", has a rock collection and gelotophobia.

March: Small meme of @/chara-universe D&D character Ophilane with a very big trition :D

April: A mockup dating sim screencap of my oc LILE3 (pronounced Lily) Full quote is: "Come with me~ if you make it through the night. Babe sing by my side...hope you'll keep up ♡"

May: Rose and Fennel chilling a train ride while listening to music. Wanted to really push the shadows and lighting in this since I usually cell-shade. It's one of my favorite pieces in this list!

June: So during this time I hurt my hands...so the best I could do was a meme of these two and the only thing I could do. I love the contrast between the very nice shaded image in May of them and immediately after the feral energy of the one in June. Also if you can guess what anime is this meme's template if from you can get a free doodle, bonus points if you can get the exact episode.

July: Art of @/bubblytarts character Luther from her show Realm Jumpers. This was from a sheet of other people's ocs and expression practice.

August: More LILE3! This time in a fancy anime transformation!

September: Various images of Fennel being picked up and handled by my other characters. In this one she was sleeping in Kohinoka's horns while he was working.

October: :)

November: Art of @/loyalwolf6153 villian in her D&D campaign Soul Seekers named Vorigan.

December: Annddd finally a redesign of one of my first ocs Shia Zaltemer, who is D&D based and an Aasimar Paladin. First ref of her was very very old and was in an older art style and my style has grown since then.

Overall I'm glad my art has grown since I started doing digital art! I still want to work on doing more dynamic posing and on different body types, but my lines are strong and I'm personally proud of my character designs! I hope that next year I can try to digital paint, painting scares me.

[creepywing]

ok since im not very interested in dsmp anymore and therefore never gonna write it heres a summary of one of my dsmp au ideas

OK so it was one of those space aus. Basically crimeboys are humans who were abducted into space and eventually like escaped. the kidnappers were less evil than in other aus ive read like they treated them like ppl would treat like lab animals i guess but like. they discovered they were sentient or smrh and still kept them and taught them to speak their language instead of letting them go like ppl. Anyway so bc of that they have a bit of an advantage existint in space i guess.

the actual story starts with them both staying in a random persons house bc thats basically what theyve been doing since they escaped. also the random person in this instance is eret. an uhhh they have also stolen like illegal documents ir smth like thag in an attempt to try snd get back to earth and eret finds them and is like Omg im harbouring criminals ! and fucking gets them arrested (haha get it its like when that happened in . lmanberg. or smth haha)

Anyway uhhh so they are in JAIL!!! uhh fuckin idk i guess they hid they were human somehow so they were shitting themselves bc they dont know how theyll be treated? i guess idk anyeay tommys cell has an escape and is like Omg wilbur ill come back for you king and so he leaves and breaks into erets house and confronts eret while hes there and also explains fhe situation and erets like OMG SHIT IM SORRY so tommy takes his shit and leaves .

uhh wikburs stilll in jail and jack manifolds also there and he keeps going on about how his poweful friends will come get him out Yeah yeah weve all heard that before. anyway a spaceship breaks into the jail and saves jack LOL. (its the syndicate bc jacks friends with niki) and wilbur sneaks on the ship.

Meanwhile i think tommy finds quackity and they become besties and quackitys like i know who could help you find your friend... (maybe he went back for wilbur and found him gone or smth idk) and quackity sends him off to some Place

Meanwhile meanwhile wilburs sneaking around the ship like vents maybe and falls into ranboos room and ranboos like A HUMAN?? and wilburs like Ummm whats a human and how do you know what that is. and ranboos like.Um i saw it in a book and wilbur successfully gaslights ranboo into not knowing what a human is and also not telling everyone else about him

so tommy goes to the weird place and finds tubbo whose some goat alien guy and tubbos like yo so quackity told me yeah yeah come on ill take you to snowchester and we csn use my cool computer to do it(idk what it is i could never figure that out) also micheals there lol some piggy alien

uhghhhh i guess theres a gap here but it turns out tubbos owns his own moon (snowchester) that he lives on with his- Well they usually use a specific word in tubbos language to describe it so .. his partner. whose away rn btw.

so tubbo and tommy get there and tubbbos sets up his shit while tommy looks around the room and is like huh this rooms looks weirdly familiar??? like in little ways.. and as hes looking around he notices paper with writing znd it says "Tubbo ranboo micheal" and hes like Well thats a normal thing to have WIAT THATS IN ENGLISJ and he goes Heeeyyy tubbo. (Panicking. what if this guy kidnaps humans wtf ?) How do tou know what english is. AND SUDDENLY HE GETS SLAMMED INTO THE WALL WITH A KNFE TO HIS NEck

meanwhile wilbur gets caught. obviously and is explaining the situation and everyones like Oh yeah understandable we will help. and somehow magically realise OMG tommys with tubbo! then they conviently get a call from tubbo on like the Big main screen thing so everyone can see

So tommys like SHIT IM GONNA DIE but then tubbos like. In english. how do YOU know ehat english is ? and tommy just goes HOLY SHIT in english and shoves tubbo off and reveals himself as omg im human AND IT TURNS OUT TUBBOS HUMAN TOO HOW WILD. they like laugh or smth znd then tubbos Magic Machines find wilbur on the syndicate ship, who he has access to like Ring bc ranboos there (the word from tubbos language was Husband btw) so they ring the syndicate and

Uh oh tubbos still visibly human so all the syndicates like Hey whose that and ranboos like TUBBO. and then omg happy reunion whatever idk im not.good with endings YEAH i planned thsy whole thing and never wrote it

on the off chznce anyone likes this and wants to write it PLEASE do and also tell me pls

[cepheusgalaxy]

I found this post like 2 hours ago and I think it's really fun so here I go.

❤ - umm... I am genderfluid and south-american, and in my language there aren't many neopronouns or neutral pronouns... in portuguese (my monther-tongue) my pronouns are really fluid, but in english i prefer to use ne/ir/it/they/he/she

🌹 - I'm asexual and neptunicromantic, and probably greyromantic too, I'm not really sure

🍁 - Around 11yo, I guess, when I first though I was a lesbian

🔥 - I guess I feel... freeer. Since I discovered myself as nonbinary, trans and gnc I feel like I can present and be however I want. It is nicer

🧡 - Well, when I first though I was a lesbian, it didn't changed much (I did not even have a style back then), but in the past few months, when I started questioning my gender and started calling myself genderfluid, I haven't got much new stuff yet, but there are so many possibilities, and I wanna try androgynous stuff!

🌼 - Many. So fucking many. First, gynesexual, before lesbian. Because then, "lesbian" didn't felt right, "a girl who loves girls". So I picked gynesexual, which is more like "any person who loves girls and feminine people". Turns out I was right in the first one. I also went though many labels in my gender-questioning phase, like bigender, pangenderflux, paragirl, androgynous and demigender.

💛 - Actually, I'm not sure. I think it was in the pandemy, when I first made a stronger contact with the community (mostly by gacha life videos and netflix movies), and then, after considering myself an ally for a while, I noticed that I liked girls. This was when I went for a new school after pandemy, and I think this change had much impact on how I am nowadays, like, when I went to this new school, as I didn't know anybody, I started learning to draw, to spend time, and now my friends kinda see it like a defining part of myself. A drawer.

☀️ - I don't really think so. Maybe my mom, or social media, showing that there were other people like me, and even more diverse. Perhaps it helped me in some ways.

🌾 - Lol, I don't look like the kind of queer I am, but everybody I first knew could easly tell I liked girls. I look pretty much like a lesbian (😂) even in the days I'm not even a girl

🌱 - I'm not sure. Maybe relieved? Thinking that many things started to make sense? I think it would prevent a huge waste of time.

🍀 - Back when I was around 10yo, I used to look in the mirror and experiment new pronouns. He/she or they/she. One day I would look in the mirror and prefer one, then in the other I'd be like "how could I even think on that, I definitively prefer this one" and then next day I would give up, thinking it was all just silly and keep my she/her only to start it all again. Yea, it took me four more years to notice. Also, back then, I really wanted to fall in love. I had a "potencial love interest list" in my head, some boys I was friends with that lived in the neighbourhood, some kids i would be fine falling in love with. Even, uh, one or two years ago I had a hard time with it (romantic atration), and I only had one (1) crush in a pretty girl once, and then never again. I think it makes way more sense now that I percieve myself as partially aro

💚 - Well, my mum, who is demiace, some friends at school, my brother (omni) and some friends of the family. Not that much but not that few.

🦚 - I'm not a huge fan of movies and stuff, but one I love is "Do Revenge" on netflix (though it is not exavlty about queerness) and the other is Alice jr. Talking about books, I like the pjo universe, A Million of Happy Endings, Felix Ever After and Red, White & Royal Blue. In cartoons, I love The Owl House and She-ra (though i haven't finished it yet). There are many others i like, but they only have a small cast of queer characters, despiste being amazing in my opinion. Like Cassandra Clare books (you may disagree) or A Darker Shade of Magic

💙 - I was the ally kind. I remember hearing about transness and thinking if it would apply to me, but I identified as an allo cishet girl for a pretty long time until my pre-teens

🦋 (i don't have the berries emoji so it's gonna be that) - I really wish I was a femboy, but first I pretty much need a binder, and once, I cut my hair really short and i'm waiting it to grow back

🔮 - I don't have a clear memory about realizing I liked girls. But this definitively was around my 10yo. Also, I remember realizing i was trans while going get ice cream with my siblings, after pandemy. I put on a jacket and a masc shirt someone gave me. I remember wanting to be percieved as a boy so badly, and when I went back home I started to notice cis girla normally don't wish that

💜 - Lesbian, gynesexual and bigender, besides the ones i currently identify as

😈 - very much, thank you

🏳️‍🌈 - I love the genderfluid and the gender-non-conforming flag, and also the ace pride flag. But I don't wear them often.

🏳♀️♂️ - I guess it's the xenogender flag. The prettiest of all. Ot then the Genderintertwined or the Juxera one. OR the multigender one. They are beautiful

🌈 - I don't have much knowledge on queer story yet, but I think some greek myths about queerness should get more atention, like Achiles' or Yacynthus' story. Or that one about Dyonisus (about him being the patron of trans people) - and the story of when Artemys turned a boy into a girl so the kid could be a part of the Hunt. Things like that in all mythologies. And also intersexuality and nonbinary identities. Maybe is because I am nonbinary myself, but i think nonbinary, specially xenogender identities should be represented and recognized more often. Is hard to ask for respect when some people don't even know what nonbinary is, imagine other more complex identities.

Also, I wish a happy pride month for everybody!! 🌈

LGBTQ+/Queer Themed Asks

❤️ - What are your pronouns?

🌹 - What is your Sexuality?

🍁 - When did you first realize you were queer?

🔥 - How has the way you think about yourself changed since you realized you were queer?

🧡 - How has the way you presented yourself (ex. Clothing, hairstyle, etc.) changed since you realized you were queer?

🌼 - If you used any other labels before your current one, what were they?

💛 - Who or what made you realize you were queer?

☀️ - Is there anyone who helped you accept that you were queer? If so, who?

🌾 - How queer do you think you look? Would it be obvious to someone that you were queer if they looked at you?

🌱 - How would your younger self act if your current self told them they were queer?

🍀 - What thoughts or emotions that didn’t make sense to your past self make sense now that you know you’re queer?

💚 - How many queer people do you know irl?

🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?

💙 - When you first learned about the Queer community, did you immediately realize ‘That’s me!’ Or did you consider yourself a ‘really good ally’ for some time?

🫐 - Are there ways you wish you could present yourself differently, but can’t?

🔮 - What Was the Moment you Realized you were Queer?

💜 - What Label(s) Have You Identified With for the Longest?

😈 - How Sasitified are you with your current Labels, if you have any?

🏳️‍🌈 - Do you enjoy the colors of your preferred flag? Do you incorporate it into your outfits, decor, etc.?

🏳️‍⚧️ - What Flag do you think has the best color scheme?

🌈 - What's a Queer Identity, Experience or a piece of History you feel deserves more recognition?

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[whiskeynwriting]

Another Sin

Javier Peña x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) drugs and drug use, alcohol consumption, angst, angry/upset Javi, dirty talk, friends with benefits, spanking, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, one mention of reader having hair (length, texture, and color not specified), very fluffy Javi towards the end.

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A/N: fully influenced by Caroline’s incredible mind. @moralesthots you already know this, but I’m gonna say it anyway, I LOVE YOU. I would also like to thank @phnyx for beta reading this beforehand. Sarah, I truly appreciate you <3

Also, I did not expect this to get so soft at the end. Like, I truly did not expect that at all. But I guess I just can’t help it; I love my Javi <3

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 Coming home has never been the same, not since the first time he’d done it when working for the DEA. His entire town seems to view him as some kind of hero, which only makes him crumble that much more inside. If only they knew about the things he’d seen, the things he’d done, the people he associated with and even worse, the people he hurt. The sins Javier had compiled on his list were long, and in all honestly, he didn’t even care to count them anymore. He knows he’ll pay for them one day.

He's thankful, at least, that he feels some type of peace when in his childhood home. Javi’s father worked hard and whenever he came home, all he wanted to do was relax. Of course, he spent time with Javi, and when he first returned home, wouldn’t stop talking his ear off. But after four days of his son being home, he figured out that what Javier needed most was rest. Even after Javier had slipped and made his current depression known, Chucho knew he needed space to make sense of his internal chaos. Javier was a man now, and as his father, he couldn’t do it all for him. Not anymore.

“Javi,”

He glances up from the paper, rocking back on his chair while taking his cigarette out of his mouth. Chucho had just gotten home from a particularly long day, grunting heavily with each step he took as he walked up onto the porch.

“Necesitamos algunas cosas para cenar esta noche, puedes ir a buscarlos, por favor?” (We need a few things for dinner tonight, can you go get them, please?)

“Por supuesto,” Javi sighs, folding the newspaper and standing from his chair. “Qué necesitamos?” (Sure, what do we need?)

Chucho reaches into his back pocket, retrieving a small sticky note with a drawn-on list. He holds it out for Javier, giving the piece of paper two taps once his son takes it. Then, he moves on, giving Javi a pat on the back as he strolls inside.

As per usual, the list is quite short, so Javier knows it will be a quick run. The keys are already in his pocket, so he hops down off the front porch, stepping lazily over to the car.

He truly doesn’t mind running errands like this, gives him something to distract his mind. Even if it was as simple as picking up frijoles, milk, and cheese. He took every opportunity he could get when it came to stepping out of his mind. When he got to the store, he paid extra attention to the best by dates, reading the ingredients on every single package for absolutely no reason at all.  And once his basket is full of everything on the list, he finds himself wandering over to the liquor aisle. But when he looks up to see his favorite bottle of tequila, something else is already reaching for it.

“Hey,” he almost coos, already feeling smitten just from the sight of you.

You grab the bottle, turning to face him while shutting the door. A smirk creeps across your face, butterflies now lighting up your insides.

“Hey Javi,” you respond, shifting your weight to lean against the wall. Your eyes roam his figure, taking in the sight of him before returning to his eyes. “I heard you were back in town.”

“Yeah,” he nods, swallowing quickly. “I’ll be here for a few more days.”

“What day do you leave?”

“Monday, in the afternoon.”

“Well, I wish I would’ve ran into you sooner.” You take a step forward, tilting your head as you look up at him. “You know, I kind of miss you, sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

You shrug, giving him a playful grin. “Sometimes.”

The last time you’d seen Javier was about nine or so months ago. He’d come home that time for a family holiday and being that the two of you were so… familiar, with each other, there’s no way you couldn’t come say hi. And he was more than happy to see you stop by.

“Good to know I made an impression.” He jokes, flashing you that handsome smile as he laughs.

“Well…” you step forward again, now close enough to run a finger up his chest. Your eyeline follows it as you do, your pointer finger eventually coming to rest below his chin. “Do you wanna try to?”

Both of you were already well aware that Javier’s body was practically unforgettable. You’d been sexual toward each other since your senior year of high school, and lord only knows how many times he’s actually been inside you. The chemistry between the two of you was fantastic, always comical and warm. But it was never enough to prompt the two of you to be anything more. You were close friends, close friends who also happened to be good lays, and that was fine for the two of you. Well, fine was putting it lightly. And maybe there was something more between you and him, but with what your lives currently hold, there was no way having a serious relationship was possible. Besides, you heard from him every now and again anyways. You knew Javi would always be in your life.

“Yeah?” he returns, smirking down at you.

Javier cocks his head to the side, already feeling the rush of his blood. When he’d seen you late last year, he’d been an animal with you. Making up for lost time, you suppose. Maybe that’s what he could do now, too.

It took less than thirty seconds for your conversation to end, quickly agreeing to meet back at your place. You each went your separate ways, paying for your items before hopping into your respective cars. You’re thrilled you decided to grab Javi’s favorite liquor. It had been a coincidence, him seeing you do that. Maybe you were doing it because you missed him, that or it just plain tasted good. It was also delicious when you tasted it off of Javi’s tongue.

You both knew he’d be over in just a minute, being that his family home wasn’t that far away. You find yourself wondering what it is this time that’s taken hold of his mind. Would he talk to you about it? Usually, it was fifty-fifty. Sometimes he wanted to talk, sometimes he wanted to fuck, there were also times where he just wanted to be held. And you were there for him, for whatever he needed most. Oftentimes when Javier came over, he controlled the atmosphere. He never made you do anything you didn’t want to; he wasn’t controlling like that. He just knew how to guide you, knew how to tell you what he wanted without having to say a single word. And that’s exactly what he does when he comes this time, too.

“Javi,” you sigh, welcoming his immediate kiss once you open the door.

He steps inside, taking you in his arms while pressing his lips to yours. He takes the initiative of shutting the door behind him, locking it before moving further into your home. Both of Javier’s hands land on your hips, one of them curling around your back and sliding up. He kisses you with a passion you don’t often find in other men, and yet he’s gentle with it, too. His lips were always so smooth and soft, his breath pleasant and inviting, his strong hold making you quiver inside.

It doesn’t feel rushed or frantic, but he definitely seems needy. So, you return his affections with an open heart, your hands settling on his left cheek and lower right side. Your living room is right beside your front door, and it only takes a few steps for Javier to move the two of you over to your couch.

“Javi,” you breathlessly repeat, watching as he falls onto the couch before you.

He’s already out of breath as he pulls you down with him, easily settling your legs on either side of his own. Javier’s hands fly to your hips and waist, squeezing you in his palm as your lips return to his. Your own hands find their place along his cheeks and jawline, roaming his face and feeling the slight stubble scattering his skin. He mouths at you like he’s been depraved, though you know he hasn’t. You were well aware that Javier slept around, the two of you even talked about it sometimes. And even if you didn’t know that little detail about him, it would have been natural for you to assume so. How could Javier not pull women left and right? How could anyone not see the overt charm gracing his body’s movement? How could his handsome face and beautiful baritone go unnoticed by others?

“Baby, I did miss you.” he rasps to you, the outline of his nose and jaw highlighted by the dim hue in the room.

“I missed you too, Javi.” You admit softly with a smile. “Baby, what do you want from me?”

Javier’s lips remain on yours, though unmoving. His breaths are still heavy while he briefly contemplates his answer. He wants this, he wants this bad. It feels like the release he’s been needing, the release his body has been desperately craving.

Once he’s sure he wants to be sexual with you, his lips return with fervor. He quickly closes that millimeter of a gap, his kisses much more passionate as he becomes slightly rough with you. And instantly, you moan into him, your hands falling to his neck when you feel him grab at your ass. His palms cover the expanse of your soft muscles entirely, squeezing you harshly as he refamiliarizes himself with your body. And while Javi’s hands continue to roam and cup and grab at your backside, he comes across a strange feeling in your back jeans pocket.

“Qué…” he pulls back from you, looking up into your eyes. “Qué es eso?” (What… what is that?)

“Hm…” you hum, biting the corner of your lip. You become slightly nervous; you’d honestly forgotten you still had it on you. “Quieres ver?” (You want to see?)

His eyes don’t leave yours, and he finds his curiosity getting the better of him. He nods.

Upon receiving his response, you reach around, sliding your hand into your back pocket and taking the baggie out. You hold it up in front of his face, choosing to stay quiet and see how he reacts.

Javier takes in the sight of the small, plastic bag, analyzing the amount of white powder inside. Now, even if Javier wasn’t DEA, he’d know what this is.

“Has hecho esto antes?” he mutters, his eyes flickering up to yours. (Have you done this before?)

“Mm-hm,” you reply, nodding before him. Then, you cock your head to the side, asking gently, “Quieres intentar?” (You want to try?)

Javier could give a shit what you do in your free time, he’s not your boyfriend. Okay, well… that’s not entirely the truth. While it’s true that the two of you aren’t in a committed relationship, you do have a trusting and caring friendship. He doesn’t want you doing this shit. He sees what this can do to people, mentally and physically. But in the state that he’s in, he’s not exactly thinking about that. Suddenly, he’s wondering how it feels, what those people have experienced. He needs you right now, and he knows you won’t force him to do this but… he’s curious. And honestly, he’s desperate. He needs something that will reprieve him from the constant concern and regret relentlessly ravaging his mind.

Fuck it.

How much more fucked up can he really get? He just wants to feel better, even if just for the night.

It was a complete surprise, hearing his initial response. You hadn’t expected him to want to try it at all. Javier has spent his entire career taking down the cartels that supply this stuff, you thought he’d feel betrayed knowing you gave money to that industry. But he doesn’t feel betrayed, not at all. In fact, he feels like you’re giving him an experience he suddenly feels like he needs.

Javier gives you a small smirk, leaning in to frame your face with both hands. He presses his lips to yours, sloppily shoving his tongue inside. Your hands slide up his chest and over the curve of his shoulders, welcoming the press of his body weight as he leans down into you.

You’d offered to show him yourself, to take a hit before him. But he didn’t want to do that. Like most things in life, Javier wanted to dive in headfirst and do it on his own.

“Stay still, hermosa.” He grumbles, situating himself above you. (beautiful)

You glance down, completely intoxicated by Javier alone. A lazy grin creeps across your face as you watch him pepper the powder down the valley of your breasts. Hurriedly, he sets the bag down on your bed once he’s laid out what he deems to be a sufficient amount, now lowering himself over your naked body.

“Javi…” you whimper, wanting to lean up to watch him but knowing if you do, you’ll ruin the trail he’s just formed.

Considering the fact that he’s never done this before, you expect him to take it slow, give himself a minute before doing it, but that’s not what he does at all. Javier presses his fingers to the side of his nose while he runs the other side across your skin. His fingertips dance down the sensitive skin of your belly, as he inhales deeply, swiping up every last sprinkle before forcing out a long-winded grunt. He rests his forehead against the area his nose had just swiped, groaning while closing his eyes. His body moves slowly above you, rubbing himself over you and moaning when he feels your fingers run through his hair. The feeling of it running so harshly into his nose stings and burns, but it goes away quicker than he’d expected. And after a moment of resting above you, an intense sensation of pleasure washes through his system, his heartrate beginning to thump wildly in his chest and neck.

“Cariño, como sientes?” (Baby, how do you feel?)

“Me gusta,” he expresses, his next two breaths slightly shaky. “Me gusta…” (I like it, I like it…)

Javier takes another deep breath before lifting himself up onto his forearms. He crawls forward, sliding his bare chest over your own as his mouth finds its way back to your own. With a bright smile, you welcome him, running your fingers up either side of his head as they melt into his dark chocolate strands. You can feel him as he begins to sweat, his skin now becoming hot.

“Te extrañé, bebita.” His left hand slides down your side again, covering your left breast when it rises again. “Tal vez podría llevarte a Colombia conmigo.” (I missed you, baby girl. Maybe I could take you to Colombia with me)

“Really baby?”

It comes out as an airy breath, sometimes that makes him laugh lightly above you. He leans in, cupping your breast tightly as he knocks his nose against yours.

“Sí.” (Yes)

Those dark irises look deeply into your own, his face growing stern for just a moment before his illustrious mouth returns. His tongue folds itself inside, laying out over your own and swiping gently. Before he’d taken you to the bedroom, you each took a shot of the tequila you picked up; just something for fun. You can smell it on his breath, can taste it on his tongue.

“Otra vez,” he abruptly grunts out above you, sucking in a tight breath. “Puedo harcerlo de nuevo?” (Again, can I do it again?)

You look up at him, eyes flickering back and forth between his own before answering with a small nod. Javier smiles at you when you give him the go ahead, leaning to the side to hesitantly grab the bag once again.

He moves down your body, maneuvering the substance into a line that trails down the very center of your mound. This time, you do lean up to watch him, resting back on your forearms and moaning loudly when he inhales the trail downward over your sex. Your head tilts backwards, eyes shutting gracefully as he does it. And as soon as he hits the end of the line, his hot tongue lays out, instantly diving between your folds. The sudden sensation makes your right hand reach out to fist his hair, your left leg lifting to plant the sole of your foot on the comforter of your bed. Seemingly of their own accord, your hips gyrate upwards, shoving his face even further between your legs. And he seems to like this, because he wraps his arms around your thighs and moans, keeping you on his face.

“Javi, baby… I love when you lick me.”

“Oh,” he pathetically moans, fully giving in to the sensations rushing through his veins.

Sex with you was always fantastic – it’s the main reason you got together in the first place, and the main reason you keep coming back to one another. At least, that’s what you tell yourselves. You may joke here and there but when you were apart, a piece of you just felt… gone.

“Sí cariño, así.” It comes out in a whimper, feeling his strong hands continue to hold you alongside your impassioned movements. (Yes baby, just like that)

“Mm,” he grunts out, “Mm-hm…” he licks into you, sucking your folds into his mouth while his tongue swirls incessantly.

Javier’s pointed noise rubs against your sex, and he uses this feature purposefully, knowingly applying pressure to your sensitive bud. His movements are languid but firm, his humid breaths laying over your naked skin with each gulp of air his lungs inhale.

“Baby, b – baby, I’m gonna cum – please!”

Your cry seems helpless, and it practically is. There’s no way you could have avoided this high, and it’s not like you wanted to, anyway. There were so many parts to Javier that were skilled far beyond their own good, his tongue and hips being two of your favorites. His hips were talented in the way they moved, and truthfully, his tongue was too.

His large hands massage your thighs while he brings you to your high, doing so vehemently and welcoming the intense shove of your hips as they thrust onto his face. The sounds of his spit and your essence mixing in his mouth are wet and rapid, and when he moves his face, you can feel the wetness of yourself on his cheeks and chin. In the same motion, you reach out for each other. Both of your smaller hands touch his face while he lifts himself up to you, planting a passionate kiss directly onto your lips. And those very same, very smooth and talented lips drag messily down your face and neck, landing on your chest. His wet mouth rubs over your skin, his eyes closing while he groans. His tongue lays out over your chest, licking the curves of your tits and the pointed peaks of your nipples. 

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Javier spits out above your body, holding you down with his own. “Ugh.”

His last vocalization is expressed when he releases you, now lifting himself from you as he gasps for air. He stares down at you, his jaw dropped as he takes in heated breaths. You’ve never seen him so entirely desperate before; the sweat running down his skin makes your heart flutter inside, makes your nerves bubble and pop with excitement.

“Turn over,” he nods to you, his voice low and scratchy when he speaks. “Wanna see your beautiful ass.”

Even though you’ve heard endless praises fall from his lips for years, your cheeks still burn with appreciation every time. As always, you give him what he wants, rolling onto your stomach with ease. But when you move to lift yourself onto your knees, his hands fall to your hips. He gives you a sturdy yet not entirely aggressive push, keeping your body flush against the sheets.

“Uh-uh,” he huffs out, shaking his head behind you. “Stay right there.”

Looking over your shoulder, you see him reach for the bag again. You hadn’t taken any hits yourself so far, but you know you’re sure to throughout the night. And even though you offered to take a hit before him to show him how it’s done, he was the one to move it to your bodies. And the suggestion alone excited you beyond reason.

“Ye – eah,” he stutters out, staring down at line of coke he’s putting on your ass.

He lays it out over the curve of your cheek, a shattering pulse shooting from his hips and throughout his body at the sight. His face hurriedly lowers to your bare backside, pressing his nose into your flesh. The first drag of his arched feature runs smoothly over your body once again, and this time, it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

“Ugh,” he chokes out, shooting upright and sitting on his knees.

Both of Javi’s hands grip your waist harshly, his fingers digging into your sides as he presses his full body weight down into you. His mouth hangs open, the slight still in his nostrils fading even quicker this time.

“Javi,” you whine, and he instantly brings himself down to you.

“Que, cariño? Que necesitas?” (What, baby? What do you need?)

“Please,” you breathe out, your chest heaving desperate sighs as you try to accommodate the euphoria flowing through your system. “Javi, I miss having you inside me.”

“Yeah?” he returns, pressing firm kisses to your cheek. “You want me inside baby?”

He’s whispering to you, grinding his impossibly hard erection into the crease of your backside. And you whine beneath him when he does it, nodding as you bury your face in the pillows near your headboard.

“Oh…” he moans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder.

Then, all at once, he’s leaning back and pulling you up with him. He drags your hips up into the air, waiting for you to settle onto your knees before he fists himself in hand.

The room feels humid from your combined actions, and you can see the wetness glistening on Javier’s body when you turn to look at him. Instead of holding yourself up on your hands or even your forearms, you choose you lay your upper half down on your bed. With your arms folded down, you allow your head to rest within them. And in your blissful state you can hear Javi mumbling to himself, stopping when he hears you gasp. He swipes the fat head of his length up through your folds, his head bolting up when he hears your girlish noise. He smiles briefly before his look of joy turns into something else, something closer to aggression and determination. He’s going to fuck all of his problems out with you, and he knows you’ll be grateful for it.

The grunt that chokes its way out of Javi’s throat makes you moan, the knuckles of his fist brushing against your skin as he begins to slide in. With every inch, he loosens his grip, eventually bringing that same hand up to your hip. He sighs hotly above you when he’s entirely inside, pinching his eyes shut as he takes a moment to revel in the sensation of your walls once again wrapping around him. You pulsate lately, and it makes him drop his head back with a groan.

“Cariño,” he growls out, moving his hand upward to hold onto your shoulder. He pulls out before ramming back in, setting a quick and steady pace. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking warm.” (Baby)

“Javi,” it comes out as a weak cry, a shrill noise that emits directly out of your open mouth.

He’s using you how he wants, just like he always does. Even if he didn’t have some type of drug in his system, he’d still fuck you like this. There was something insanely attractive about you, something that always pulled him in. Your beautiful face – the way your nose curves just right, the way your cheekbones form when you smile, your soft hair, your pleasant, flowery scent, all of it. He wanted it all.

The rapid pace of his thrusts makes his hips slap against you, his muscles tensing every time he dives back inside. And what really makes the moment so exceptional for you is when you finally hear him groan, the vibrations of it sending shockwaves through your body.

“Fuck, yes!” you press your forehead down into the pillows when you feel it, the harsh sting of his palm on your backside.

It happens every time you move back against him, matching his thrusts and shoving him even deeper inside. While doing so, you move up to your forearms, trying to gain some sense of composure as he relentlessly dives inside. Javier’s head tilts down when you continue to move back against him, watching your plump muscles jiggle and bounce off of his pelvis.

“Jesus fuck,” he spits out above you, ramming himself into you so quickly it makes his chest heave.

The plushness of your bedsheets works in your favor, allowing you to grip them tightly as he works you closer to the edge. And the lack of lighting in your room only heightens the intimacy swirling in the atmosphere. It’s dim, inside and out as night sets in. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint chirping of crickets outside your bedroom window. The quietness surrounding you makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the entire world.

Javier takes in the moment, too, having not felt such comfort and warmth wrapped around his body in so long. And he doesn’t just mean your sex, it’s you; the connection he feels with you.  

His palm lands harshly on your backside once again, grunting and growling and feeling the drug flow through his system, the substance only heightening his pleasure. The sensations your combined actions bring is nearly debilitating, his movements becoming more powerful by the second until he fucks you hard enough to shove your entire body back down onto the bed again.

“Yes!” your pleasurable song hits the air when Javier’s face lands in the crook of your neck. “Javi, baby, necesitaba esto, necesitaba de tí. Nadie me hace sentir como tu lo haces.” (I’ve needed this, needed you. Nobody makes me feel the way you do)

“Cariño,” he pants out beside you, his lips moving against your cheek while he continues forcing himself into you. “Mi niña, siempre pienso en ti,” he admits to you, kissing your cheek shortly after. (My girl, I always think about you)

At his confession, you reach around, grabbing a fistful of the hair at the back of his head and pulling, though not enough for it to hurt; just enough to bring him closer to you.

“Javi, sigue adelante. Please don’t stop.” (keep going)

Javier quickly moves his head, using his nose to brush some of the hair beside your face out of the way so he can nuzzle into you, get as close as he physically can to you.

“Baby, you’re so big; you’re so big inside.”

And it’s really true. Javier stretched you open in a way that didn’t sting, but made you feel full. The way he went about the entire act of sex made you want so desperately for him to be inside, to be over you or under you, to feel him against you.

“Ugh,”

“Fuck, you feel so good, Javi. Baby… I missed your body…”

Jesus Christ, does he love when you talk this way. With all the fucked-up things roaming around in his mind, praise from you might as well be the god damn cure for it all. And you’re well aware of the affect your words usually have on him; three more thrusts and Javier is crumbling behind you, over you, his hips shuddering as he releases himself into you.

Ever so gently, you roll your hips back against him, feeling him mirror your movements as he rides out his high. The damp skin of his forehead touches your shoulder, resting on you while he begins to calm down. And while he does, you smile, a sense of comfort and warmth glowing brightly in your chest. Javier wraps his arms around you, fully holding you in his embrace and pressing his chest flush to your back. He still tries to hold himself up some as to not crush you beneath his body weight, but in all honesty, he isn’t doing much. He’s spent, and so are you.

His hair is damp now, but not from his sweat. Your fingers comb delicately through his dark brown strands, the shade now deepened by the water, while reminiscing on the memory of your peaceful shower. It had happened about twenty minutes ago and was quiet and calm – comfortable. And afterwards, you dried off together, crawling into bed shortly thereafter. Your naked limbs intertwined with the others, the beat of your hearts now steadying.  

He’s warm and breathing calmly now, his chest rising and falling as his face rests against your breasts. Those deep, mocha-toned eyes are closed, that seemingly ever-present crease in his brow now gone. Both arms are wrapped around you, holding you, while he dozes off.

It’s clear that you bring great comfort to each other, so why did neither of you initiate this once he was back in town? Why did neither of you reach out to the other? While you may not admit it, you both know exactly why. Because he has to leave again, because it would be too hard to open up only to feel empty again. So, you settle for the relationship you have. Right now, it is enough.

Another sin, he’d said to himself, the thought swimming briefly through his mind before another took over. But you, you will never be one of my sins.

Thank you for reading <3

[apolsup]

PUTA MADRE OLVIDÉ AÑADIR EL GOLXY Y FREDOX 💔

Ok so golxy

Estos dos chocan, no tanto como Ann y Aiden pero chocan mayormente por Aiden. Al principio Auryn era como... Oblivious? D q Aiden lo quiera cagar a palos y ni Aiden sabe pq, hes rich and everyone likes him but theres something about him that just pisses him off algo en el no termina de agradarle y no puede exactamente descubrir por qué, so he decides to make that everyone else's problem. Se queja de el mayormente con Oliver, pq Oliver tampoco es el mayor fan de Auryn (para Oliver, Auryn es como un animal feo que adoptaron, he doesn't exactly love him but he's here and sadly hes become attached to the ugly thing so tough luck buddy). En fin, Auryn se da cuenta un poquito tarde de q Aiden no lo quiere mucho and they start to fight a little.

En fin, cosas pasan campamento Amadeus stuff (not sure if I want to keep all of the arc as canon since im changing a lot of things in my main au but whatever) the gang kills the witch with Ed Sheeran by their side and then that one scene happens. Aiden is a touchy person, even if he doesn't like to admit it. Odia que lo toquen sin avisar, pero cuando está cómodo hes all about physical contact (I just know it), entonces al descansar su mano en el hombro de Auryn es como su forma de decir I accept you as my friend, Aiden from now on will see him as one of his own and enjoys his company a pesar de que no le guste decirlo en voz alta. Eventualmente Auryn se harta y escapa de su hogar like in canon (not so sure about this pero ps voy a ir cambiándolo si me decido por otro camino) and Aiden, after finding out, knowing what could happen to him if he stayed on the streets agrees to taking him in. He tells his siblings about it and they're like "uhhhhhh..." But he tells them its fine he will take care of it, so they have to trust him

Anyways they become sort of roomies like in canon and theres just this... Warm feeling, algo que los hace sentirse tan en casa? El enseñarle a Auryn a hacer cosas de hogar, la determinación de ayudar en la casa not only to, well, help, but also bc he needs to feel useful or else he'll die. I feel like every golden ship will take forever to actually become a couple idk why he just is like that I guess¿ En fin a este punto son prácticamente una pareja casada pero aún no son nada, and they're scared to break this even if they know the other feels the same they don't really want this, whatever it is, to end

Eventually I think Seba (spring) would be the one to tell Aiden "dude just do it, please I'm so done with you two walking around each other porfa solo besense o algo no sé" theres a bit of restraint and he has to think about it but we all know Aiden doesn't do thinking so he just goes for the kill fuck it we ball or whatever

Anyways while they're just sitting in bed and existing together while Auryn studies (and helps Aiden too), something they started doing after a while of living together, Aiden decides whatever ill just do it and asks him if hes thought about dating someone else apart from Fred. Now that they're used to the whole polyamory thing they feel comfortable enough to ask these things. And Auryn is a bit reserved at first, no está seguro si Aiden está siendo Aiden o de verdad está tirando la idea que cree que está poniendo, so he gives an ambiguous response and lets Aiden lead the conversation. Así que ahora es el momento en el que decide tirar todo a la mesa, todo o nada. He asks if he ever thought about the two as something else while avoiding his eyes and Auryn finally decides to play along, to give in and just go for it. He gets closer and Aiden picks it up, siempre ha sido bueno leyendo el lenguaje corporal, so he also shifts closer until they're brushing hands and he just has to ask, "can I kiss you?" Auryn just says fuck it and kisses him first. Its kind of awkward after that because Meg walked in asking if Aiden had seen her knitting needles, they saw what was going on and walked away slowly. Its fine tho, they talk about it and nervously decide to give it a shot and start dating, they still like to play fight a little but they've become softer around each other. Also expect Aiden to be constantly touching Auryn, a hand on his shoulder, ruffling his hair, leaning on him, anything, you get the idea.

Now, apart from Goulding, Fred gets along nicely with Aiden. They're both chaotic creatures, they're good with sensing vibes you get the whole thing, they enjoy hanging out with each other and stuff. Its not as complicated as other relationships Aiden has, but not as simple as "we are dating now yay" its more of a "you're one of my best friends, I feel so comfortable around you and I wouldn't mind us being more" but they haven't really picked it up yet. They're loud together, they love pranking others and since Fred has his ghostly privileges the pranks are always awesome. But sometimes, after its getting dark and its cold enough that Aiden's nose is redder than usual and his ears are red as well, they're tired enough to sit down and relax. They look at each other and talk about any dumb shit they're thinking about, Fred hasn't always been great at romance, hes only had good luck on his side if we are being honest, and Aiden isn't awesome at it either but they don't have to think about that. They can just exist comfortably with the other, and who knows, maybe once Freddy finds out about this he can help his little ghost but for now? They're content with what they have

The super epic polycule cooking

Fhs week day 5

Polyship - Traditional/FolkClothing - Scarring

This started as me joking abt peeling potatoes being the ultimate date idea, I love peeling potatoes so yeah

So basically this is my idea of the different uhh dynamics between each of these guys,

Anyways I'll explain some things bc I've been thinking about this for a while now

I feel like Aiden and Oliver (my Bonnie) were dating for a while now since they've known each other for a long time, Aiden probably confessed first (at like 15) since hes a bit uhhh act first think later. Oliver was like "cool, wanna date then?" And they've been together ever since

Bon is obviously crushing on Oliver, but knows hes dating Aiden, starts hanging out with Freddy (Oliver asked him if it was cool for him to bring him in order to help him out since yknow guitar) and they hit it off, instead of falling into a codependent situationship like my freddon au, they start dating (bc of the little detail of Aiden and Oliver already dating)

So turns out, Aiden and Freddy are kind of developing feelings for each other, Freddy feels SO guilty bc hes crushing on his best friend boyfriend who is also his best friend, he still loves Bon to death but he cant just pick one and forget about the other he just can't. Aiden is having his own internal hell because he loves his boyfriend but yknow why the fuck is he also crushing on his best friend???? But since hes always been honest with Oliver (it took a while to get there) he decides to just tell him. Oliver has never really been someone to care about society's rule, so he's like "ok? Date him then I don't really mind or care dude, it's fine" so now Aiden has to talk to Freddy about this BUT Bon is also in the picture in case he forgot

So Freddy has been feeling awful for days and has no idea how to tell Bon about what the fuck is going on. Aiden decides to talk to him, and is honest, I like you, I still love my boyfriend, I asked him and Oliver said he doesn't mind, but I know about you and jhon- uh Bon, but if hes cool with it id love to take you out on a date or something I don't know...

Freddy of course is feelings #guiltyaf but also relived to know that at least

1. His feelings are not one sided and

2. Oliver is fine with the idea of sharing a partner

Of course hed like to accept but says he needs time to talk to Bon about it but that he also kind of feels some kind of vibe there and leaves, giving him a little bit of hope at least

Now talking to Bon? It was hard, he loves him but knows hes insecure about this topic (love, dating and stuff) so he tries to be as gentle as possible and tells him, I still love you, but ive been developing feelings for Aiden and uhmm recently he told me that hes been crushing on me and already confirmed with Oliver, and hes fine with it so he wants to like uhmm take me out but I didn't want to give him an answer until I talked about this with you and uhhh yeah I think thats all I still love you I promise I just need to know what you think about this

Bon is surprised, stunned, shell shocked even. He takes his time to think and talk to Freddy. Long story short, he accepts but needs a hell of reassurance that everything between them is fine. After this emotional talk, he timidly asks Freddy about Oliver, Freddy is surprised to see that he still has some small bit of hope in there but smiles and squeezes his hand, he tells him that he could give it a shot and hed be completely supportive and help out if he needed it, but he didn't know how or what would Oliver say if he did ask him out

So how do Bon and Aiden start dating? Well since they're metamours they have to at least be neutral to each other, at some point when they are all hanging out Aiden and Bon would have to interact more, turns out Aiden is kinda cool and okay maybe a little cute. Aiden thinks Bon is nice and its fun to watch him get nervous about horror topics, over flirting with Freddy or other things so they like each other at least enough to consider each other a friend. Time passes and turns out they like-like each other, by this moment they're used to the whole 'polyamory' thing and after giving a heads up to their partners (they both knew way before them) they go out together and well now they're dating too! After talking Aiden also hypes Bon up to ask Oliver out, he tells him "look ive seen some sparks between you two especially when you're playing the guitar, I know Oliver and im sure he'll accept!" So he does, and surprise! He accepted yay!!

So Bon and Onni have some story, way before meeting the animatronics he used to hang out with the nightmares (he used to be way edgier than how he was when he met the gang, his teenage angst was perfect for them!) And got along great with Onni since they had the smallest age gap (a year) theres two aus where they have a story, one where they were dating and Bon broke up with him due to changing and leaving the nightmares behind to befriend and form the toys with the girls, so Onni tries to get him back but is ignored. In the other, Onni has a crush on him but Bon rejects him due to his father being, well his father and not providing a safe space for his kid to realize who he is (Bon did return his feelings but got scared and chose to flee and then he meets the girls and forms the toys). The story changes a bit depending on the au, but it has the same general vibe, Bon finds him Onni sad at the library looking at his failed test (Onni got in with a scholarship and his ability with the guitar btw) Bon would usually just leave but the guilt kicks him again right in the ass and decides to walk up to him and ask if he's okay, Onni is still bummed out so he just answers by pointing at his test and the big red "2.0" (nota mínima d acá idk) and sighs. Bon knows this will end up in disaster but still, sits down after saying "I'm so gonna regret this..." And asks him if he could help him out, Onni accepts, turns out no one else wanted to help him because of his reputation.

So they start meeting at the library occasionally to study, and to bons credit Onnis grades seem to get better! They start to get more comfortable around each other and they fall back into a friendship, it's sweet, inside that library they get to joke and talk as if no time had passed, it feels as if they were barely 13 again. Bon apologizes for being a dick (he was kind of an asshole for just leaving and ignoring the nightmares) but also he needs him to apologize to those he hurt, Bon knows about his tendency to steal from Oliver and making fun of him, he can't exactly just ignore that.

So Onni does so, because he did feel at least a little guilty about it, especially more now that he had a more... Morally oriented friend/potential future boyfriend? He goes and apologizes to Oliver (and other people he hurt as well), Oliver obviously, doesn't like him and hits him, hard. Twice. A knuckle sandwich just for you! And leaves, Bon after hearing about this tends to his poor black eye and split lip (damn Oliver you had that talent hidden huh) but also "you have to admit you did have it coming" "yeah, yeah I know"

Of course they can feel the tension, they know that the other feels the same way but they dance around each other for a while before actually confessing (because their friends/partners were so DONE with it they had to force them to do it) and start dating

Aiden and Oliver DO. NOT. like him at all but they tolerate him for Bons sake, he did prove that he can handle him and control his destructive tendencies, so they accept him under the condition that he does not try to interact with them, and everyone is content with that, (also Freddy doesn't particularly care).

Fred is still here, by this time the animatronics all know about him and they like him, they're friends, Bon learnt about him some time after dating Freddy and they're also on friendly terms, they like to sing together whenever Freddy allows him to possess the body for a while. Fred kind of feels some sparks with Bon but he doesn't know how to explore this so hes ignoring this for a while (Bon is kind of unaware but he does kind of feel warm inside whenever they're sitting side by side and brushing knees)

Out of everyone, Fred is closer to Auryn (my golden) because they can relate to feeling trapped in their living situation and not having enough freedom, due to different reasons since one is a ghost with no memories of his life and the other is a repressed guy with a controlling family but they relate to each other a lot. Fred and Auryn have been dancing around each other for a loooong while, the slowest slow burn to ever slow burn. But Freddy has been pushing Fred to ask golden out for a long time. And when he's just about to do it, Auryn beats him to it! Damn it Goulding! (Joy helped) he says yes but they have to be subtle because Auryns family is, as said before, very controlling and if they ever found out about this they could take Auryn back to England (mi golden es British 😱😱) to finish his studies there so yeah, it sucks but it is what it is.

Auryn and Bon are chill around each other, not exactly friends but they like the other. Bon is also on the "im scared of my parental figures control over me haha" club so he and Auryn have at least something in common. They kiiiinda have some sort of attraction but they haven't talked about it yet.

But yeah I think thats all, maybe ill pick this up some other time bc its so fun to think about different aus where the super epic polycule exists but whatever

OHMYGOD this took a long time to write what the fuck anyways byeeeee

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Playing with Fire (Demetri x Reader)

Part 2

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A/N: sorry it took a ir for such a short chapter! Trying to set up some more stuff lol

A/N: thank you for reading this! I appreciate it, please reblog if you enjoyed 💚💚💚

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After the pack left Bella tried to get Jacob to run off with the kid. They didn’t make it far. Whoever had been in charge had been more than generous however. They decided to let her live, so long as she went with them. The rest of the vampires fled quickly after the pack left and the Cullens had no choice but to agree. It surprised you that Bella opted to stay with her husband instead of her daughter, apparently he wasn’t fit to be in their guard.

Jacob had made it back, but he was furious with you. He’d tried to corner you into a fight more than once. It was as if he wasn’t a person anymore. He tried to fight everyone, especially because after a while the Cullens left too. Split up apparently. Sam didn’t know much more than that. Sam kept true to his word and tried to put you in patrols with the rest of the pack. You didn’t mind, it kept your mind off of your imprint. But after the Cullens left, there wasn’t much need for patrols and you were forced to deal with that longing in your heart. It physically hurt to not try and find him.

Jacob wouldn’t tell you who had gone after him, just that he managed to get someone before the Cullens handed over Renesme. You knew he wanted you to think it was him. It was literally unbearable, you couldn’t sleep without waking up in tears. You’d never been more exhausted.

“Y/n, no offense, but you look like crap.”

“Gee thanks Quil.”

“Have you slept, like at all?”

“Do you mean last night? No.”

“I mean at all since the whole thig went down.”

“Also no.” It was weird, always skirting around the possible battle. It was like if anyone said anything about it, every vampire would come back. The Cullens would try and seek revenge. Or Jacob would pop out ready to bite someone’s head off. All possibilities I guess.

Sam made sure you had a bodyguard almost at all times. Which was honestly nice, but kind of annoying. Jacob angry was sloppy. You knew you could take him. Well, maybe not now that you were so tired. These last few weeks were just blending together, you’d gone from completely hating Sam to owing him your life. Staying away from the pack had been almost impossible. You weren’t used to the camaraderie. Part of you felt Sam was acting out of guilt from before. To be honest though, it didn’t matter either way. It was nice to have people to talk to.

Sam had gotten everyone together at Emily’s. Trying to make a treaty within the wolves. Jacob had gotten there late. And now you were ready to leave early.

“Im not staying if shes here.”

“Jake, come on—”

“It’s fine Sam, I was getting ready to head out.” You weren’t in the mood to fight today.

“No. Y/n you need to try and rest for like 5 minutes please.” Emily sat you on the couch, “He won’t bother you. Right Jacob?” As much as Sam was the alpha, no one dared cross Emily.

“Fine, whatever.” He went over to help himself to Emily’s food. You offered her a grateful smile, she put her hand on your shoulder and went to Sam. Embry and Jared hung around just in case Jacob snapped again. Which didn’t take long. He started complaining about ten minutes in.

“I cant believe she would just let a child be taken away like that.”

“Jake…” Quil warned

Ignore it. Just. Ignore it. You told yourself, he’s hurting just like you are. Even if he has a crap way of showing it. Maybe he’ll stop.

He didn’t.

“She was a kid!! Who knows what they’re doing to her?”

“Jake. Drop it.” Leahs turn to try and chill him out

God. Couldn’t he just shut up. Your body was already at war with itself. Your instincts naturally told you vampires were inherently evil. Yet, your imprint was on that side. You had to hope it wasn’t so black and white. The Cullens didn’t eat people, right? There was more to it, to him. There had to be.

“Jacob please….” You started, your head was starting to hurt

“I wasn’t even talking to you, mind your own business. You’re good at that when it involves your precious leech.”

“Jacob. Shut. Up.” Your voice was low but even you could hear the venom and anger behind it. “You are such a hypocrite! Last I checked, that baby only liked to drink human blood. Remember Carlisle, was stealing blood bags from the hospital for her? Blood that could save other humans lives?”

“That was different, she—”

“She what? Was a baby? Yeah, and what do you think she’ll want to eat when shes older? I’m sorry you cant have your child bride, but go cry a river elsewhere. She could be having a great time! Just shut up! I’m sorry I wasn’t going to fight my imprint for yours, get over it! You know you would have done the same!”

You hadn’t realized that you were now standing up and all but daring him to fight you. You sighed and shoved past him. You needed to get some air. You headed down to the beach, ignoring the cries behind you.

Watching the waves hit the sand had always been relaxing. The crashing against the shore was enough to quiet your thoughts, if only for a second. You turned to the mountains, something passing by in peripherals. Ugh, you needed to sleep. You were going to start hallucinating.

You went home shortly after. Sam tried to call you but it wasn’t in the time. You needed to sleep. Or try to sleep. You took two steps in when you felt something off. Someone had been here. No. Someone was still here, you took a few more steps toward your kitchen. It couldn’t be your family, everything would be a mess. Your hand clenched around a knife, you heard something behind you and without thinking threw your knife in that direction.

Not that it did much seeing as a certain someone caught it.

“Come now, mia cara. Is that how you treat your mate?”

The red eyes you had dreamed of were staring back you, you half thought you were seeing things. “You! Wh-what are you doing here?”

He set down the knife and took a few steps toward you, “Well, I would have loved seeing you sooner, but you seemed eager to run away from me.” He smirked

“You were somewhere by the cliffs, near the beach.”

“I wanted to see if you were alone. Had to keep a distance from your pack.”

Your confused look got his attention.

“What?” He asked

“It’s the first time I’ve heard us being called a pack instead of mutts, or dogs.”

“Cullens sure know how to make others seem like the bad guys, don’t they? That’s how they got so many people ready to ‘testify.’ Anything for vampire saints.”

“Well, then you understand why I ran. Or would you have preferred I fought you?”

“No, I would have preferred you stayed though. Why did you run from me, There was no reason for it. Were you not happy with what fate decided for you?”

“No! I mean… I—I guess I don’t know. I was sure a fight was going to break out. I couldn’t even process what was happening. I just knew I couldn’t have a hand in hurting you or the people you cared about. Don’t act all innocent. Why didn’t you come and find me? Maybe you were the one who was disappointed.” Not that you would have blamed him if he was

His face grew serious, “you don’t think I wanted to? I’m not sure if you’ve realized this but you live in a place where people actively want to kill me.” He sighed, “and then if I’m being honest. I was ordered to wait until after we knew more about the hybrids.”

You nodded, unfortunately understanding his reasons all too well. So why was he here now? “so you’re in my house because?”

“Because I wanted to meet my mate. I mean— my god I don’t even know your name! You don’t think I’ve been tracking you every day? because I have. I’ve had to worry every day that one of the Cullens didn’t come for you. You act as if I had any say in the matter at all.”

“okay, slow down! There’s obviously a lot we need to discuss. I’m sorry, I just… I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I mean we’re supposed to hate eachother.”

“Darling, how could I not want to know you? We are practically meant to be together after all.”

You chuckled, and stuck your hand out “Well, lets start over then. I’m y/n”

He was suddenly right in front of he bent down to kiss your hand, “hello y/n, I’m Demetri.”

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Soulmate AU with June; pt 1

This is based on a post by @lifesanenigma about a soulmate au where you can feel your soulmate’s emotions and ‘reach out’ to them and such. (Go read their post abt a damon version of this bc its super good and explains the concept better!)

TW: crying, mentions of death but it’s not described

I couldn’t remember the exact age gap between traveler and June so I just took a guess lol, I also took some creative liberties with June’s adolescence since we know almost nothing, enjoy your pain!

June has never understood why sometimes “his” emotions overtake him, and Jules’ don’t. He’ll be in a resting period after experimentation when he’s suddenly overtaken by an intense feeling of disappointment and neglect. While those feelings aren’t exactly unfamiliar to him, he doesn’t understand where they’re coming from and why. 

As a child of only 8, he doesn’t have much contact with the other experiments (other than his own twin brother), his parents claiming that with the circumstances of their birth they need to be isolated for “statistical significance.” Or something like that. Either way, once he gets Jules and himself out of there he was never going to learn any science or take part in any more experiments.

...

Then he’s fourteen and allowed more contact with the others in captivity while Jules is allowed less. He knows that his brother is sick, he’d always had more trouble with the orionite, but he can’t get himself to accept the fact that his brother is dying. He feels deep and intense despair with each day that passes where he has to watch Jules fade away before his very eyes. While he does nothing, can do nothing. 

Meanwhile, the youngest child of King Fenris is finishing their general studies, having just turned twelve. Each day you feel more and more despondent and you know that it’s your soulmate. As a royal child and ostensibly one of the most educated people in the system, you’re aware of your connection to your soulmate. Have known for years in fact, and with every ounce of your being have tried to send comfort back to whoever was on the other side. It was a hard skill to learn, but Nerissa had helped as much as she could with explaining in a way that wouldn’t overwhelm you. But she was busy, and often not available to work through the difficult times. You’d cry in your room as quietly as possible, in order not to draw the attention or ire of the palace staff or god forbid your siblings. The intensity of your soulmates emotions had grown stronger over the years and you felt like you might be ripped apart from both the guilt of being as powerful as you were and yet unable to help them and the isolation you felt while processing them on your own. 

June is talking to another experiment one day, an older man who was reacting to the orionite much like Jules, his skin becoming more taught to his face by the day, the sickly green of his veins pulsing just beneath pale skin. 

“I can’t keep watching Jules die, we need to get out of here. We always said we would. At least at night I can manage to feel some sort of comfort. I don’t really understand it, but if I try to quiet my mind enough I can feel some warmth just under my skin. I always have been able to feel things that don’t really feel like my own. Jules’ hasn’t though. I wish I could give that skill to him.”

“That’s the power of a soulmate,” the old man says, wistfully smiling at June as if remembering a similar feeling from his past.

“What do you mean by that?” June asks, eyebrows narrowing in confusion and skepticism. Maybe the old man had devolved into insanity more than he thought.

“Your soulmate of course- ah. You’ve lived in this lab your whole life, I suppose your parents wouldn’t have told you about them.”

“Told me about what??” June asks more impatiently, waiting for the man to get to his point. 

“There’s a wonderous phenomenon that occurs, between soulmates. One is able to feel their emotions, and if strong enough intentionally send emotions along. Though some find it invasive and try to block either sending or receiving emotions. I always enjoyed it though.”

“Wait-” June says, mind racing with seemingly thousands of thoughts, “Does that mean my soulmate can feel my sadness, and they’re intentionally sending me that comfort?”

“I would say so, yes.”

“Oh god, no, I can’t have them go through that. They don’t deserve a soulmate like me.”

The man looks sadly at June, trying to find the right words to say.

“You have so much kindness in your heart, anyone would be lucky to have you as their soulmate.”

“But I’m so destructive, I can’t control myself sometimes. I would never want to hurt them. They deserve someone like Jules.” His eyes widen when he remembers something.

“Wait, Jules was never able to feel like I did. What does that mean?” His voice shaking like he already knew.

“That means he doesn’t have a soulmate.”

June sobs into his palms, knowing that his brother was going to die in that facility.

Across the system, on Goldis, you feel your heart nearly break in two and fall to your knees in tears in the middle of the library, drawing the surprise of your siblings. You knew that something terrible had just happened to your soulmate.

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End of part 1!! Stay tuned for part 2 :)

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WC: 2261

Rated: M

Tags: angst, medical issues, pregnancy complications, hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief mentions of medical procedures but no gore, nothing is technically sad, fluff, papa laszloooo

A/N: honestly tho I am sorry. also i maybe cried a little writing this, which is a first. also also everybody is fine in this it's just emotional

Blame @hardlyinteresting

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"Three weeks…. Three weeks little bean…" you mumble as you rub your protruding stomach after a particularly harsh kick to your ribs. The chair was a sweet relief to your ankles after a long day at work and doing some light chores around the house all afternoon. You had three weeks until you hit 39 weeks into your pregnancy. As much as you were anxious you were ready. Ready to not feel like a bloated whale. Ready to not have sore feet. But most of all, ready to hold your baby girl.

Laszlo had been trying to convince you to take it easy and start maternity leave early, but you resisted. The last thing you were about to do is nothing. Most first pregnancies went late anyway, you'd argued, so you didn't worry about it yet. I’m pregnant, not dying - give me another week, you'd told him.

What you didn't tell him was about the headaches. Or how sore your legs were. Or how absolutely exhausted you'd been feeling the last couple weeks. Whenever he would ask if you were alright or offer a foot rub you would just brush it off as third trimester woes. You didn't want to worry him.

You were sat in an armchair in the parlor, feet propped up, damp rag over your eyes. The droning from the tv had your nerves on edge. All you wanted to do was take some tylenol and feel better, but you had been knocking back more than was probably safe the last few days so you went without.

A sudden pain shoots through you causing the rag to fall onto your chest. “Ohh...ow? OW!” You sit up straighter as the ache persists; the dull throbbing in your upper abdomen unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Were you in labor early? Did she just kick in a bad spot? No no - surely the pain would’ve died down by now had that been the case. Unless? Can babies kick so hard they rupture something? Did my kid just bust my liver? Your thoughts run rampant as you wait, in vain, for the pain to go away. The pricking behind your eyes and in your temples only made it more hellish. Pressing your palm to the spot does nothing, nor do the breathing exercises you had been taught.

When five minutes have passed by without relief you make the choice to call out for your husband. “Laz?” No response. “Laszlo!” A beat passes; nothing. You swallow through your building nausea.

“I swear to fucking-” you growl as you snatch your phone from the end table to your left. You use all your concentration to dial his number.

It rings four times.

“Bärchen, why are you call-”

You don’t let him finish. “Something’s wrong.”

______

Head thrown back into the flat, starchy hospital pillow you groan in frustration. “permanent bedrest?” You scrub the hand not clutching your belly down your face.

The emergency room Obstetrician gives you a pitying look. “I’m afraid so - your blood pressure is high and we want to keep it under control to prevent outcomes such as pre-eclampsia. I recommend doing as little as absolutely possible; get rid of as many stressors as you can.” He flips through your chart. “You said you’ve been having headaches and fatigue for nearly two weeks? Why didn’t you come in sooner?”

Huffing, you tell him “I thought it was just part of the third trimester. Everyone always complains about how bad it is.” He hums in response.

“Well. I’m going to go take a final look at your labs, make sure everything else is fine before we discharge you. I’ll send in my Nurse Practitioner to give you the run down and anything else you’ll need to know. And should anything else like this happen again - get in here immediately.” He pats you awkwardly on the hand before nodding at Laszlo and leaving the room.

Laszlo.

Sparing a glance from the corner of your eye you see him looking towards his lap, his weaker hand cradled in the other. He’d been quiet since you admitted when your symptoms had first begun. Every single time he’d asked you how you were feeling you had lied to him. Granted, you didn’t technically know you were lying. But it makes little difference when you’re sitting in the ER. He had every reason to be upset.

“Laszlo honey,” you reach over to him. Slowly he takes your proferred hand and stands, coming to stop beside the bulky bed frame. His thumb caresses your wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve examined the signs, kept a better eye on you.”

“Laz-”

“-No-”

“-I didn’t want to worry you, okay?-” Your voice breaks as you defend yourself.

“-I could’ve done something, maybe- I don't know!” His slightly raised voice startles you quiet. The pain in his eyes only makes you feel guiltier. He licks his lips. “I took the liberty of calling your mother. She will be here tomorrow afternoon and will be staying in the guest room as long as we need her.”

Now you look away, indignant. “I don’t need to be watched like I’m a child.” The tears behind your eyelids rush in; a lone drop trailing down your cheek as the embarrassment settles within your gut. You knew that at some point it was likely you would need her here. However you imagined it to be under happier circumstances. A deep inhale fails to calm your sobs. “I just- I don’t want to be a burden with all this.” Your tears flow freely now.

“My dear you could never be.” Laszlo sits on the edge of the bed. He rests his right palm above the swell of your child, his left cupping along the curve of your jaw. He tilts you to face him. “But the health of you and our girl is what is most crucial now. Let us take care of you. Please.”

A gentle kick underneath his palm from your daughter is answer enough.

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Two weeks. 14 days.

Lying in bed, sitting in the same spot for hours on end was actually going to be the death of you. You were sure of it.

Your mother truly has been a huge help since arriving. Laszlo wanted to start his paternity leave, but you insisted that he stay until you were closer to your due date. Which couldn’t come fast enough, you might add. Both Laszlo and your mother were prone to pestering you about some things, but at other times if you truly wanted to be alone they gave you your space. Now was one of those times. Laptop to your side, you watch another episode of Grey’s Anatomy. A knock sounds. You turn to see your husband standing in the doorway, the blood pressure monitor in arm.

He gives you a bright smile. “How are you two on this fine afternoon?”

“Cut it with the attitude, bucko. Let’s get this over with.” The words, while harsh, had little bite to them. His brow raises but he says nothing. You honestly felt bad that you’d been in a pretty foul mood since being discharged. On more than one occasion you’d said as much to Laszlo and your mother - they didn’t deserve your ire. Thankfully they understood why you were so frustrated.

You held the strap in place as he secured the velcro and started the machine. Buzzing filled the overall quiet room. Closed eyes you wait. Some days your results were higher than others. Unless you became higher than a certain threshold the doctor said you were safe to be home. At the sound of a beep Laszlo unhooks the cuff, reporting that your levels are within the acceptable range. When he goes to leave you alone you clutch at his sleeve. He waits as you peer up at him. “Stay?”

He never could say no to you.

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Little bean’s ruthless treatment of your bladder had you up for the second time that night. You waddled to the bathroom to attend to your business and wash your hands. Glancing at the circles under your eyes in the mirror you sigh. “I love you baby bean but you’re giving me a run for my money here, kid,” you whisper as you rub your stomach. Three days, you remind yourself.

The floor creaks as you shuffle back to bed. Suddenly, an odd warm trickling sensation travels down your legs. “What the fuck?” Looking down around your bulging bump you find yourself standing in a small puddle, the glint of the bathroom night light reflecting off the surface. “Shit okay…ah Laszlo? Hey, I need you to wake up.”

He grumbles. With a roll of your eyes you walk over and shake him awake. “Hey- what-” he sits up instantly and blinks at you. “Is everything alright?”

“My water broke.”

He hops into action right away. Moving you to sit on the bed, he pulls out his cell phone to call your doctor. As he talks you watch him move around the room, the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, as he collects your hospital supplies. You feel useless as you sit. Yet, you know that your priority needs to be keeping yourself calm and that moving around could exacerbate your condition.

He hangs up. Coming to stand in front of you he presses a kiss to your forehead; “I’ll go wake your mother. Don’t move, Liebling.”

As you sit you blow out a long breath. You look down at your bump. “Guess you decided you’re ready to go, huh kid?” The tip of your fingers brush along the side of your stomach. “I know we’re ready for you too. We’re going to love you so much, and your daddy? He’s gonna be the best, you’ll see.” Placing your palms flat she nudges you from within.

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The doctors decided that a c-section was the safest route. You both knew it was a possibility, but you had hoped that after weeks of bedrest that your blood pressure would balance out enough for a natural delivery. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. They monitored you for an hour before your contractions began, officially confirming you were in fact in active labor and dilating. After the fourth hour your blood pressure began to spike again. That’s when they decided to prep you for the procedure.

The operation went smoothly. The atmosphere of the surgical suite was tense with your nerves, but Laszlo’s calming words and his hand squeezing yours kept the anxiety from spilling over. You even found it in you to poke fun at how ridiculous he looked in the puffy blue elastic hair cap he wore.

When the first cries rang out you nearly tried to hop off the table to see your baby. The doctors worked quickly to ensure you were in proper condition while the infant was cleaned.

“Dad? Would you like to come and cut the cord?” one of the nurses calls out.

Laszlo looks back at them before turning to face you. He searches your eyes for a moment; “go,” you nod with a smile. You watch as he did what the nurses instructed as best you could, her soft wails echoing in the small room. He returns to you right after while they finish wrapping her up in a blanket.

“She’s beautiful my dear,” your professor confesses. He leans to give you a lingering kiss. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

“I love you so much.”

“As I love you.”

The doctor interrupts your moment. “Would you like to hold your baby girl?” The question is directed at you, but you look over to your husband. The man you love more than life itself. He stares at the little bundle as if she’s the most incredible sight he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t take his gaze off her. His irises sparkle with unshed tears as he looks on with wonder.

“Laz?” Finally he breaks away. “Hold your little girl - she’s been waiting to meet her Papa.”

Carefully the doctor shifts his hold on the babe to slide her into Laszlo’s waiting arm. He swallows as he pulls her to his chest. Something caught between a sob and a laugh leaves him. You blink through your own tears at the sight of your husband and daughter, a sight so far beyond perfect there could be no words. Laszlo held her with such delicacy, such reverence. It was as if any moment she could slip away as though a dream.

“Hello there my little dove, I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you.” He doesn’t bother to wipe away the streams that fall from his eyes. “I’m your Papa and I-” he sniffs, looking towards the ceiling and blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. You rest your hand on his bicep. “I love you so very much. I would give you the world if I could. Your grandfather didn’t...he was not....” he pauses to gather himself. “To me you are the greatest gift I could ever receive. I will be the best father I can for you. A father worthy of you. Mein Gott, Ich liebe dich my darling dove.”

He continued to hold her in his arms until it was time to take you into the recovery room. When he had asked if you wanted her you simply shook your head. You would get your chance, you had a lifetime to do so. But your Laszlo needed this. He needed his little dove.

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[bookishdream]

Could you do a Kaz x reader where the reader have to "cheat on him" (not in relationship but like she goes to another gang) because someone's threatening her and when he discovers she was just trying to protect him and the gang she dies

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for a request, I've been wanting to write some angst for a really long time! I hope it is as hurtful as you wished, enjoy xx

TW: angst, blood, killing

kaz brekker x reader

Your hands were sweaty and shaking. You crossed your arms on your chest in order to hide that. You didn’t like being threatened, especially by some amateurs. But it wasn’t a threat against you, it was against your family in Novyi Ziem. You had to use your whole will power to not kill them right there and then.

“Why do you think I’d do anything you want me to?” you asked snapping your gaze between a woman and a man in front of you. “You don’t know anything about me and my family you assume I have.”

“Oh, y/n, but we know everything. For instance, your little brother is playing as we talking on your vast field, your parents are watching him with so much love in their eyes,” woman with blonde hair spoke first, describing the scene so vividly that you almost showed an emotion on your face. “maybe they have already forgotten about you? Maybe your mother is pregnant so they could fill a blank you left in their home.”

“Shut up, you think you’re so smart, aren’t you?” you snapped, face blank and mind filling with memories from times when you were as young as your brother was then, playing on the exact same field. “I will never betray Kaz, and you should know that.”

“Oh sweetie,” the guy beside walked closer to you, you made a step, in order to make some distance between you and them. “we’re not asking you to betray him, we’re asking you to leave this silly gang and join us, Pekka Rollins would be really happy if you did.”

“You two are much denser than I thought, if you think I want to make him happy.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Blonde said, making you shiver. “We have someone who would be pleased to kill this little family of yours. I don’t think you want them dead, even though they think you are, in fact, dead.”

You started to think about that. Crows were your friends and you love them. Inej and Nina always found various ways to make you cheerful when your day wasn’t the best, Jesper taught you how to use a pistol and flirted with you like his life depended on it. Wylan was like a sun in rainy days, even if you loved them, you also loved this boy and his stupid jokes. Matthias was funny to tease, he always was saying how awful you and the girls were, but you could also see this little twitch of his lip corner when he tried to suppress his laugh. And there was Kaz, your beginning wasn’t the pleasant one, you nearly killed him when you saw him for the first time, and in revenge he left you in the Barrel for the whole night, all alone. But after that, you started falling for him, and you fell hard. You couldn’t exactly point out when that happened, but you were sure you’d anything to save him from himself. He had tough personality, he cared only for money and how he could invest it to get the whole city only for himself. But he let you do that with him, barley sleeping and when you did it was in the same bed. Arm-length gap but you always were less exhausted than when you were sleeping in your own bed. You loved him and the rest of the Crows, but you loved your family more. And you knew what you had to do.

“Bitch.” You murmured. “Fine, whatever. Just stay the hell out of my family. And the gang.”

“We knew you’d make a right decision. Pekka will send money to Per Haskell in order to buy your contract. You won’t regret that.”

“I already do.”

After that day, you were about to start living with your new gang, family, like Pekka had said to you the previous day, he’d also told you to not worry about your parents and brother, that they were safe as long as you were working with him, willingly.

You wouldn’t call this willingly, but you guessed it was enough to prevent your family from any harm coming from Pekka and his stupid gang. You hated being here, you missed the Crow Club, late night talks with Inej and Nina, and helping Kaz with buying new ships. You wanted nothing more than to escape, but you couldn’t. Kaz and Crows could fight and kill, whereas your family was vulnerable, they couldn’t even hurt a fly. You spent the whole evening in your empty room. Window with grids making you shiver, you felt like a prisoner you were.

“We have a job for you.” The blonde girl who captured you came in, like it was her cell, not yours. “Behave and perhaps we’ll get rid of those grids.”

You wanted to punch her, you didn’t even know her name, it wasn’t even relevant, your hand was itching. You took a long, calming breath and looked at her, frowning. “I thought it was another week until you’d trust me enough to even open my window.”

“You’ve been here for two weeks. Plans have changed, we need you right now, so cut the attitude and come with me.”

You rolled your eyes and went after her, going up the stairs and leaving the place Pekka’s gang lived. You took another deep breath, smelling the awful scent of Ketterdam, smoke and money as Kaz used to say. Gods, you missed him.

“Where are we going?” you asked, falling into step with the girl, there were only the two of you, you assumed the rest will be somewhere where you were going. “What’s the job?”

“Can’t you just shut up? You’ll know when we’re there.”

You really wanted to punch her, still you said nothing, you wouldn’t get anything from her. It was dark on the city’s streets, buildings high enough to cover the moon, didn’t let its shine to light up the roads. You were annoyed and cold, your hair was swaying with the wind, goose bumps poking on your skin.

“Here.” Blonde said, handing you a pistol. “If you kill someone from ours, you’re dead before you take your last breath.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your gun into the pocket of a coat you had. The metal was cold, making your hands even colder than they were before. Now when you had a real gun, not only your knife, perhaps you’d be able to escape. But where would you go? You were sure Kaz knew where you were, perhaps thinking you betrayed him, that thought only made you feel guilty in your guts, he trusted you and you chose people who you hadn’t seen for years over him. You had to escape, the cost didn’t matter.

When you came to the place, you saw a guy from Pekka’s gang and Kaz. Both of them were talking, but members of both groups had their guns or blades taken out. The Dirtyhands had his black coat, and his walking stick, as always. Jesper also was beside him, hands on his gun belt, ready to take them out and fire. You were more than sure that Inej was also there, somewhere on the roof or in the shadows, waiting and prepared to fight.

“We have men everywhere, two on roofs, one behind the bridge. All of them have guns pointed on you and your previous friends. I hope you know what that means.” The girl said, eyeing you. You only nodded, worrying too much about the Crows to even snap at her. “Good, now go and wait for a signal.”

You did as you were told, you hid somewhere behind a building, trying to recall every piece of information you gathered while snooping on guards or using the fact that they didn’t always close your doors. You had to find someone and tell them, you couldn’t waste any more time.

You poked your head out, searching for Matthias or Wylan. You doubted Nina would be here, since she was still working in the pleasure house. You were sure Wylan was there with his explosion ready to, well, explode. You cursed under your breath, when you couldn’t spot any of them, panic getting out of you with frustration. Someone from the Dime Lions would notice you’re not somewhere where they could spot you.

You crossed the narrow lane, as you noticed Matthias, you whistled hoping he would look into your direction. He turned his head and spotted you, anger on his face visible even in the dark. You cringed, knowing you’d get beaten up.

“You’ve got some nerve,” He said, his voice low. “after you started working with them, you have the audacity to come here.”

“Listen, I didn’t have a choice,” your voice so close to start begging him for forgiveness. “It was about my family.”

He looked at you wordlessly, confusion painting his face. Of course, he didn’t know you had a family, why would he. After a second, the ire came again. “You’re lying.”

“I'm not, I want to help you.”

“Oh, so now you did that to help us?”

“Matthias, I’m begging you, just let me tell you what I learnt.” You pleaded, your voice small. “Pekka wants to kill you as you’re standing, he has those new guns that can shoot you from really long distance.”

“What?” he looked alarmed, “We have to tell Kaz. Come.”

You let out a breath, it wasn’t the best look he sent you, but at least he didn’t leave you here. You told him everything you knew, he listened but his face still didn’t have pleasant expression.

You took out your gun, making your way behind the dumpster, hiding in shadows. You tried to calm your nerves, but the adrenaline had already kicked in. Matthias and you startled when you heard a shot, then another. You sent yourselves a knowing look, taking a step closer to the place where Kaz and the other guy were talking. Jesper had his guns out and Kaz was looking at the boy in front of him with disgust. You saw one of the Dregs were bleeding, you lifted your gun, targeting the closest one from the Dime Lions and fired. The bullet hit the girl in her stomach, making her stumble and fall to the ground. You hid yourself behind the wall and waited. Matthias sent you a look and you only lifted your arms, not knowing what to said.

After that, guns started firing, screams were everywhere. You saw the blonde girl that came here with you, standing with her pistol, aiming Kaz. You shot without looking, trying to hit her in an arm, you heard her scream and saw how the gun was laying on a ground. You looked up and saw that Kaz was looking at you, his face blank and unreadable. Jesper beside him, shooting people and screaming at Wylan to explode. The sound of explosion came from the roof, exactly where members of Lions were, you let out a shaky breath and made a step into the fight. Matthias fighting with his fists, slowly making his way toward Kaz, you tried to help him clear the path by shooting few people either in their heads or legs.

Your hands were tired, your head pounding but you were fighting hard, you had to make this in order to confess Kaz the whole truth. When you were close to him, he locked his eyes into yours.

“We have to talk.” You told him, lowering your tone. “Please.”

“This is not the best time to talk, y/n” the way he said your name made you shivered. It wasn’t an intimate way, it was with so much poison in only one word. “Why aren’t you fighting with your new gang?”

“Kaz, please, I’m trying to help.” You voiced, your eyes burning with sweat that slowly dripped from your forehead.

“Whatever.” He smacked an opponent with his cane, you only heard the sound of cracked bone and a loud thud when the enemy fell to the ground.

You two were fighting as you had before Pekka came into your life. Kaz understood you without any words, knew exactly where he should cover you because you couldn’t. Your movements were precise, keeping people away from Kaz’s vulnerable leg. You were fighting in a harmony, you kept your focus on people you had to kill, you shot them without any hesitation. When your bullets ended, you took out your knife and started stabbing everyone who wanted to stab you.

“I– “you paused, feeling a pain in your abdomen. You looked at Kaz, but he was looking at your lower stomach, you placed your gaze there and you saw blood. A lot of blood, then you felt pain, you stumbled, but Kaz placed his hand on your waist, slowly letting you fall on the ground. Your whole stomach was on fire, slowly burning you with its flame.

“Don’t you even dare dying here, messing my coat with your blood” he said, caressing your cheek. You chuckled, tasting blood on your tongue. “Don’t even think about it, y/n.”

“I’m–, please forgive me, Kaz” you murmured, hoped your words were understandable. “I was trying to save my family, but you’re my family too.”

“Y/n, I forgive you, but I’m begging you, don’t close your eyes” his voice filled with regret, eyes burning with anger, but you knew it wasn’t toward you. “Keep your eyes open.” He yelled at someone, but you couldn’t understand either it was Jesper or Matthias.

“Tell them I love them” you started to give up, your eyelids slowly closing. “I love you, Kaz Brekker.”

“Y/n, please don’t leave me” he tried to keep his voice from cracking, but he failed.

But you didn’t hear that, you had your eyes closed, hand that was laying on your stomach, now laying on the ground. He carefully removed his arm and got up. He spotted a blonde girl, smirking and looking at him, she slowly lifted her pistol, mockingly swaying it. She winked at him and still with a smirk, she left. Kaz made a promise he would kill her, he would do it for him. And for you.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

If possible... Headcannons/fanfic from 2p Germany and 2p Russia, separately, taking interest in a friend from one country? Context: The country's friend is immortal, because of problems she went in her country's replacement at the meeting with the other countries. She has a very affectionate and outgoing personality, so she quickly picks up romantic interest from the attendees.

Sorry it took so long. Here it is!

2p Russia

A lone tall man walked through the basement halls of the United Nations building. His large, long blacked coat protected him from the chill of the A.C. and in his left hand was a simple black briefcase. His steps were quiet along the concrete, but his momentary silence would not last for much longer.

A set of steel doors sat closed and was located at the end of the hall. The sounds that lied within warned of chaos and death. Viktor blew a hard breath through his nose, as much as he wanted to leave, this meeting was important. It was the first time in a long time that all the 2ps were meeting and to avoid it could be costly.

Opening the door Viktor noticed that many nations were grouped together. The Nordics were in the back corner of the room talking about business. Germany and Italy were near their seats, both seemed to be scanning the crowd. Viktor guessed it was to see the missing member of their trio. Once Viktor found his seat, his eyes wandered around again.

This time his eye drifted over to the FACE family. Normally there were shouts and the clink of coins hitting glass, but today it was much quieter. As Viktor looked closer at the four, he realized something. Allen wasn’t there. Instead, there was a woman among them. She was (Y/H) and had (S/C) skin. The strange woman was leaning against the sitting blond Canadian. Both were talking and were smiling. Viktor did note that Matt seemed to have a small blush on his face. His observation was interrupted by a voice.

“All right-a everyone. Take your-a seats and shut-a up!”

Viktor grunted and looked over as the woman moved to take Allen’s seat. His eyebrow rose, this would take some investigating. But that would have to wait.

The meeting went almost as Viktor had expected. Various nations would present an issue, try to make it seem that their homes were thriving, and others would say their piece on an issue. During each part of this song and dance, some nation would then distract everyone. The main offender this time happened to be Macau. He had been going around attempting to piss of Italy so that he could win a bet.

Overall a normal meeting, but Viktor could not help but be distracted by the (E/C) beauty. She had been outgoing the entire meeting. Asking questions to the presenters, offering solutions, and overall being pleasant. It was cute, but there was one habit that stood out, pet names. Each person was given their own.

Despite the cuteness, Viktor was getting annoyed. It was not at the charming lady, but rather at his fellow nations. Their infatuation was apparent in the blushes and sudden smiles that came from their interactions with her. Viktor was not pleased with how others looked at her like a meal or a treasure. He also wasn’t pleased that he was feeling this way over a stranger, better yet a stranger attached to Allen.

With the end of the meeting came the desire for answers. Viktor rose quickly like a weasel looking for prey. He moved calmly and quickly over to the stranger. There he stood, in front of her but unnoticed, while she giggled and affectionately was playing around with England. Viktor felt his ire increase when she gave the killer baker a kiss. His blush made Viktor’s stomach twist in a painful way.

Before confronting her, Viktor looked over to the Canadian that seemed to be looking over at the pair jealously.

“Kaнaдa, who is this?”

“That’s (Y/N) (L/N). An old friend of Al’s, we’ve known her since childhood and since Al’s buried under work, he asked her to step in for him.”

Viktor just hummed in response. This woman was becoming more interesting. With two steps and a cough, Viktor stood in front of the playful pair.

Their attention turned to him quickly. The Brit did not look happy to be interrupted, while the woman smiled at him. Using his practiced grace Viktor reached out and took her hand. A gentle kiss was placed upon it.

“Hello, Ms. (L/N). I am the Russian Federation. Is there a chance you have a moment to discuss some things with me?”

(Y/N) covered her mouth and giggled. To Viktor, and many others it sounded like silver bells.

“Of course, I have some time before I have to get these notes to Al.”

Being the gentleman, he offered her his elbow. She responded with a bright smile and (Y/N) hooked her arm into his and followed the red eyed male out.

It was not long before they found a spot to sit and discuss. Their conversations soon left the topics of business and became more personal. Viktor was intrigued, despite the difference in the centuries she had lived, he couldn’t help but feel connected to her. To him her presence felt like a balm for his soul.

A beeping turned the chatting duo into silent statues. It was (Y/N)’s phone. She glanced quickly at it and grimaced.

“I’m sorry Viktor, I have got to get going. Al’s waiting for me and these papers.”

Of course. Allen just had to cut their time short. Standing alongside (Y/N), Viktor offered to give her a ride. Just something to give him more time to bask in her glow.

Being the true optimist, (Y/N) accepted with an enthusiastic yes!

The trip to his car and then to Al’s apartment felt too fast for Viktor. Before (Y/N) could leave the car. Viktor looked at (Y/N), he felt emotions that could not be explained easily, but he knew one thing. He needed to get to know (Y/N) better. So, he was going to take a chance.

“Would you care to go on a date with me? It is nothing serious, just a chance for us to get to know one another better.”

(Y/N) was not surprised. She just smiled and looked back at Viktor while getting out of the car.

“I would love to, but you need to realize one thing. I have noticed quite a few nations giving me the same goo-goo eyes that you have. So, be prepared for a fight for my heart.”

With a wink and giving Viktor a small sheet of paper, (Y/N) was gone. She had waltzed into Allen’s apartment building like a dream.

Looking down Viktor saw that the sheet was her phone number. Despite his cold heart, Viktor smirked to himself. He would figure out these feelings and if God willed it, he would secure her heart.

2p Germany

It was too loud and cold in this basement. The chaos had decided to get started before the meeting. Nations were yelling and weapons were flying. The A.C. was blowing like it was the reason for the next ice age. It was all annoying. All Luther wanted to do was sleep, maybe people watch, but that wouldn’t happen if these conditions continued.

With a deep groan Luther sat up straight and stretched. The sound of a satisfying pop alerted him that his stretching had relaxed muscles.

Luther glanced at the clock, and his head tilted to the left like a confused puppy. It was about ten minutes after the hour. That means the meeting should have started ten minutes ago, why hadn’t it started? He glanced around and understood one thing. Luciano, aka Italy, was not there.

Luther felt a little embarrassed he should have realized that earlier, but in his defense, the exhaustion and the beginnings of a headache ate at his awareness. Before he could wonder about the location of his missing Genosse, a (Y/H) woman ran over to the podium at the front of the room.

Her hair was wild, her face was flushed, gorgeous (E/C) looked around excitedly. She carried a smile as she reached forward and tapped on the microphone.

“Hello everyone, I apologize for being late. But I am (Y/N) (L/N) and I’m stepping in for Italy today. Sadly, he is out due to getting grounded and he has asked that I lead this meeting.”

Luther raised a brow and smirked. How cute. This pretty little vixen was now attempting to lead the meeting. The next few hours would be fun, well for him anyway.

For many nations the meeting was considered normal. Interruptions and fighting, before the more business-oriented nations took back control. This included the lovely (Y/N), but try as she may to keep the focus, many nations shattered her attempts like already cracked glass.

For one thing, Austria could not leave (Y/N) be. He was constantly interrupting presenting nations by breaking in rock ballads, mostly singing about (Y/N). While Norway was asking her whether or not she wanted to see a flaming heart, no one was quite sure what that mean. Since it was Norway, everyone knew that fire and pyros should not mix, except for (Y/N). Luckily Denmark stopped him by confiscating his lighter. Lastly, Luther joined in. He was dropping pickup lines and teasing (Y/N). Other nations did some stuff too, but it was not as entertaining as those three.

Throughout it all (Y/N) just giggled and responded with affection. In some cases, it was a compliment, other nations got gentle gestures. Those that received her affection either blushed or looked a little shocked.

Luther knew (Y/N) was gorgeous before, but her outgoing and sweet nature made her much more lovely. He thought he might be developing a crush, but Luther didn’t dwell to long on that thought. Mostly because everyone was getting up to leave and some of his rivals were closing in on (Y/N).

Without thinking it through, Luther quickly moved to take a spot by (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) was surprised but didn’t seem to be against his presence. Luther gave a side smile and asked to walk her out. Somehow (Y/N)’s smile got even bigger, and she nodded.

Together they walked out of the cold, basement room. Luther gave dark glares at nearby nations while (Y/N) smiled and waved at the nations that walked by.

As they walked, Luther decided to get to know this little beauty more.

“So, how long have you known Luciano?”

“Since the third century, after all we grew up together in a way, though I am still way younger than him.”

This comment caused Luther to stop walking. Was she like them or some other thing that he didn’t know existed? Any way Luciano has some explaining to do later.

Luther watched as (Y/N) slowed, stopped and looked back at him. Her eyes seemed to be full of mischief and a cat-like smile rested on her face.

“Luther, if you don’t want to walk me to Luci’s I’m sure some other nation would be more than happy to take your place.”

Luther’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t expecting this sweet woman to be an observant and playful tease. It was hot.

“Liebling, why call someone else when I’m the only one you need.”

Both let out a chuckle as they stepped through the door that led into the stairwell. This seems to be the start of a classic love story.