#i think it was good for both of usss

[icyfox17]

My stepmoms back yayayayay:)))

[beiasluv]

grid of in-laws | o. piastri (81)

a/n: im thai, so definitely not self-inserting here 🤭

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yn_albon mum and dad 🤷‍♀️

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lilymhe my baby 😘

yn_albon 🫶🫶

alex_albon remember I always have the pictures

yn_albon 😔 I’m sorry my dearest brother

username hello?? What pictures??

username don’t be shy, tell usss

username Oscar, what are you doing here??

username he’s trying to rizz her up or what?

username im praying that they are dating

username BROTHER what are you high on?

username TELL ME YOU DONT HAVE TWITTER

username yall think that if they’re not dating, oscar’s gonna be a creep and like all of her pics for nothing?

username MOST men do that. Oscar’s my pookie tho

username yeah, exactly. dating.

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alex_albon: don’t you think it’s time for a public story? 🙄

: im going to combust from embarrassment

alex_albon: please, when lily posted me-

: you jumped around the room and kicked your legs. I know 😔

alex_albon: yeah, time to think about it. also, call mum tonight

: mkayy

lilymhe

tokyo, japan

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lilymhe the albons’ lost in tokyo!!

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yn_albon we’re all lost 😔

alex_albon says the one with your own japanses translator

yn_albon yeah, can’t hear you

username EXCUSE ME??

username OSCAR???

yn_albon 🫶🫶

alex_albon back off🤺🤺

lilymhe she’s just my baby 😔

username EXCUSE ME? Who can speak japanse in the gird? Oscar mf piastri

username exactly what I was thinking!!

username yuki rn 🧍‍♂️

username didn’t oscar and lando went out in tokyo today as well???

username FUCKING HELL YES HELLO? I’M HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK

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landonorris lost in japan 👊

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alex_albon copying each other’s pose kings

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landonorris tbf, it wasn’t taken by the same person 🤷‍♂️

oscarpiastri i called that pose first

georgerussell63 nice food mate 👊

landonorris nah, they didn’t get me

username THEY WHO? Oscar and who??

username tell me SOMETHING i DONT know

username so we’re all here from lily’s post huh 😭

username yn liked the post 🤷‍♀️

username wait, YN AND LANDO FOLLOW EACH OTHER??

username she’s pretty close with the 2019 rookies ig

yn_albon

chinatown, bangkok

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yn_albon we ate ✌️💅

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alex_albon thanks for copying my pose, be original 👊

yn_albon lily come get yo man please

lilymhe right away 🫡

landonorris good food 🙌

yn_albon still can’t make you try fish 😔

landonorris sorry, it’s never happening 🤷‍♂️

username please tell me yn brought oscar with her 😭

username white boy getting dragged to asian street food by his gf, my favorite trope

username *and traumatizing him

yn_albon I swear I fed him the right food 😔😭

username SHUT UP GUYES ITS CONFIRMED

username yn feed my boy pad thai

username naur that’s basic asf 😭

alex_albon

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alex_albon back home with my favourite person and some thai local i guess 🤷‍♂️ (jk, love you both)

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yn_albon yeah, love you too 🤺

lilymhe you don’t play mermaids with us 👎

yn_albon right??? I’m sorry for not training him harder 😔✊

alex_albon i apologise 😭

username boooo, alexxxx

username oscar has been real quiet since the bangkok post??

username SO lando went with them which only makes sense if oscar ALSO went with them yk??

username I KNOW what y’all are thinking

oscarpiastri

phuket, thailand

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oscarpiastri thanks to a local guide 🇹🇭

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username ITS FUCKING OFFICIAL OSCAR POSTING

username sad day to be an oscar fan 😔

username GOOD DAY to be an oscaryn shipper

username shut UP is that yn??

username YES‼️ where have you been???

username alex just posted them going to phuket, so 2+2 🤷‍♀️

username i mean he already went out to tokyo with the albons, so what’s the chance

yn_albon

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yn_albon golfing or we balling‼️

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landonorris Oscar is literally 🧍‍♂️

yn_albon exactly

oscarpiastri I am not a professional golfer 🤷‍♂️

alex_albon who won??

yn_albon you😔

yn_albon only because lily is not playing 🤷‍♀️

username PUT HIM BACK SIS!!

lilymhe

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lilymhe serious dinner…

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alex_albon very serious indeed…

yn_albon what are y’all on about? 😭

username PLEASE IS THIS THE IN-LAWS DINNER WE WERE BEGGING FOR

username ‘serious dinner’ my ASS 😭

yn_albon

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yn_albon race week dump ig 😦

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alex_albon ITS HAPPENING

landonorris WHAT IS HAPPENIF

landonorris WHY IS OSCAR JUMPIN

landonorris OH.

username george, blink if you’re the third wheel

username NAH LOGAN AS WELL 😭

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oscarpiastri guess we did have a dinner..

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alex_albon: THANK GOD

the longest one yet. it took me so long because I keep undoing and editing (perfectionist af)

request is open-ish because I’m done with exams!! jenson dilf incoming?? 😬

anyways, hope y’all enjoyed it. like, reblog, COMMENT, or anything if you liked it. If not, y’all better lock yo door.

today’s a good day to take care of yourself!!

[sportsgirliewithtoomuchtosay]

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Annacathart: thank you for having usss! This was so fun!

ynthebigbadwolff: always a pleasurw

willgao: I won at twister

ynthebigbadwolff: don't lie to the internet

Mercgurly: their friendship is everything!

susie_wolff: missing youuu

ynthebigbadwolff: miss you too 💞

Yntruther: I'm happy to see that she's happy but I miss seeing her at the races, her paddock fits were iconic

ferrari16: why hasn't she been at recent races?

Yntruther: I think it's cause she just finished her exams and wanted to take a break, hopefully she's back soon

olliebearman ✔️

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partying and prepping for the next few races! Let's gooo

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arthur_leclerc: dj teddy bear in the house

olliebearman: mate you have got to let that nickname go 😂

arthur_leclerc: blame your lady not me

Premagirliesunite: sorry his what now?

F2FANGIRL: my man looks so good here

ferrari16: word on the streets is that he ain't your man anymore

F2FANGIRL: don't start

Ynthebigbadwolff just posted a story

Olliebearman just posted a story

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susie_wolff: can't wait to see you back in the paddock!!

ynthebigbadwolff: see you there 💞💞

Yntruther: YESS THE PADDOCK PRINCESS IS BACK BABY

f2fangirl: everyone's too distracted by YN's return to the paddock to realize that she's soft launching on main like MISS GIRL WHAT DOES YOUR FATHER HAVE TO SAY ??

Teddybearbearman: I swear Ollie has those exact shirt and boots..

Ferrari16: can y'all leave him alone for like 15 mins 🙄

lewishamilton: last time I checked bears were native to Europe?

Georgerussell: true, got anything to say little wolf?

ynthebigbadwolff ✔️

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Congratulations to the sweetest most hard working boy ever!! I love you so much and I am so so so proud of you for everything you've achieved. Forever in your corner my teddy 🧸

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olliebearman: what if I sobbed? I love you I love you I love you so so much! You are one of my biggest rewards and I am so grateful for you.

Ynthebigbadwolff: I love you too I love you too I love you too (also please don't cry?)

Mercgurly: this is so cute, but the real question is what does toto think of this?

Mercedesamfg1: big boss says that mini boss can date whoever she wants but if he hurts her then both lewis and George are under strict orders to run him over repeatedly

Olliebearman: 😨😨

lewishamilton: don't worry kid you're in our good books...for now

[deleahtarte]

BRO IM IN LOVE WITH UR KEVIN x BUTTERS FIC, CAN YOU PLS PLS PLS PLS SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE PAIRING WITH USSS PLSSSsS???? ex: how did they started hanging out more? how did they reliaze they where in love with each other? who propossed? how? whats their fav activity to do together? etc. IM DYING TO KNOWWW

OH MY GOD THANK YOU!! It’s always such a delight every time I see another kindred spirit that enjoys Kevin/Butters, wow 😭😭

I have a draft of the prequel of The Boy Who Drank From The Sun and Moon, which answered most of these questions so forgive me when I say this, but you’ll have to read it to find out!! But I’m going to do my best to answer what I can loosely without giving too much away, so here I go!!

1. They started hanging out more because after Kenny’s death, Butters was extremely sad. The main four checked in on him whenever they could but Butters let Kevin in more than anyone else cause he reminded Butters of Kenny. So truthfully, sadly, at first—Butters didn’t really see Kevin for Kevin, he just wanted Kenny and Kevin was the closest thing to it. That’s why he slept with Kevin in the fic, it led back to Kenny, for him.

2. Kevin. It was Kevin. Kevin proposed. They’re not married in the fic I wrote about them but in the future, I can easily imagine Kevin doing it outdoors, alone, and they are surrounded by a bunch of flowers and it’s all very romantic because like that man is a romantic deep down

3. Their favorite activity to do together would be playing board games. It’s random, but they both love it because every time Butters played when he was a child he got excluded and no one took him seriously. Kevin has played them all his life with his siblings (I mean what else can they play) so he’s extremely good. They have a night dedicated (a date night really) where they just bust out a random board game and go to town. They love it. When they grow old together, they’re playing board games.

Random things I think of;

A. Kevin grows facial hair very quick so Butters helps him shave it off all the time. He’s a pro now

B. Kevin has awful vision but he refuses to wear glasses (he’ll wear them around the house…sometimes.) so Butters usually has to read something out loud to him when it’s distant. Ex. A menu hung on the wall. A speed sign

C. Everything Kevin cooks somehow ends up oddly…spicy. It could be a dessert, and it will still have a tang of something spicy in it. Butters does not understand how this could be and once launches a full blown investigation to figure it out and still hasn’t come out with an answer. He thinks it’s sorcery and one of the many wonders of the world; Kevin doesn’t even notice it.

D. Kevin is insecure about their age gap, three years, Butters does not really give a darn. He didn’t use to before he liked Butters, but after, he became vastly insecure about it. He keeps wondering if Butters will leave him for a younger guy (it’s only three years bud 😭😭) so he tries when it comes to appearance. (If there is something all the McCormicks have in common, it’s that their insecure, despite pretending otherwise)

[wisemins]

🎵 and 🩺 for demon slayer? can be canon or modern au (or both, both is good)

🎵Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be? Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your f/o!

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that you/your self-insert has sustained in canon? If so, what was the cause and did you recover? What was your f/os reaction?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

(it's i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit btw, s4pphic is my new selfship blog so if you see it in your notifications it's just me :D)

HIYA FRANKIEEE <33 LOVELY TO SEE YOU HERE TYSM FOR THE ASK!!

🎵Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be? Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your f/o!

SO IN LOVEEEE WITH THIS QUESTIONNN!!

For this one I'll do both!!

Modern picks

For me: 心に雲を持つ少年 By Sunny Day Service! The lyrics translated really make sense to me personally! And I just ADORE this song!

For Giyuu and I: Chasing Hearts by Miwa! If our life in modern would have it's own spin-off anime, this would 100% be the intro! I love this song for us in modern! (shout out to F.MA for the song) It also suits us as a family as well as a couple!

Canon picks

For me: Shogeki by Yuko Ando! (stole this from an ao.t outro! one of my faves) But I think it fits for me in canon! Depressing and wistful! But it also goes hard so, that's what really matters!

For Giyuu and I: Sunset by Makoto Matsushita! I LOVEEE THIS SONG FOR USSS esp in canon too! But it fits for both canon and modern! It's slow, somber, but romantic. This song for us is definitely supposed to be for like a, end game/end of the anime moment! Something to signify that our hard journey is over, and now we can live and be together and just be in love for once. Not fighting for our lives.

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that you/your self-insert has sustained in canon? If so, what was the cause and did you recover? What was your f/os reaction?

OH WOOF where do I begin?? Since my breathing style relies on me being completely unaware of pain and overexertion while I'm asleep, every single mission and battle I end up injured in one way or another. Hence why none of the other hashira like working with me outside of my true friends.

My worst injury though? WOOF. where to start? This was a moment in which I was protecting Zenitsu and really going over my limit. This was supposed to be one of those throwaway missions, something easy, but it was more devious than anticipated. Tens of demons all at once, it wasn't anything we hadn't dealt with but I was still healing from a previous injury, and when I get into that sleep state? Caution is thrown out the window and into the sea, it's GONEEE

I ended up almost getting disemboweled to be frank, and it was an injury that took MONTHS to recover from. I wasn't allowed to do anything basically. It left a hefty scar as well, it healed pretty well all things considered but it was not fun. But in the end I was fine!

And Giyuu's reaction? Oh boy that man was TERRIFIED. This was before we confessed anything, but we were getting closer and closer. This brought us even more close because he had finally realized like, oh shit, I could lose her. And with all the loss in his life? He wasn't ready to go through that again. So he stayed with me when he could, which was quite a lot. And we did get to know each other quite a bit during the recovery period! He would cook for me too, and took over some of the medicinal duties to take pressure off the butterfly mansion girls.

Some of the moments between us were really romantic in a way, it's hard not to feel that way when someone you have a huge crush on is bandaging you up and making sure you're okay!

This was also the period in which Zenitsu was starting to side-eye us, wondering if Giyuu was tryna pull the moves out on his mom, but since he saw how happy Giyuu made me during such a miserable time, he supported the idea of us becoming a thing!

So yeah!!! I LOVEDDD answering these!! Thank you so much for asking!!!

The ask game in question!

[thoughtssssssssssss]

For me too let’s go to my friends. Because we have been friends for almost 6 years. And I’m not sure If I can find someone else. The funny thing is that we are not even that close to each other. You will think that we would be close after that much time. But we are not. Person A doesn’t even try to be closer and don’t care and then blames others or her work for it.

Person B is just pure toxic at this point. And both of them have perspectives that I cannot stand.

I think I really need to slowly let them go. Bc you can even feel that it’s something that needed to be done few years ago.

But I am afraid that I might not find anyone else to hang out with. I’m scared that I might get really lonely.

And I know that people have bad sides and it’s normal. No one is perfect and people make mistakes. I think what annoys me is that I tried to told them and told them what I was feeling about it. I tried to tell them so many times. And they just simply didn’t care.

I don’t even want to talk about the politics that they believe… Like I told them so many times that my people don’t have rights and how the country is so dangerous for us. And they are like “yeaaaa us tooo, it’s all of usss.” Bitch?!? At least you are not thinking about whether I’m gonna get killed or not when you tell your ethnicity…!!?!?! or your fucking religion?!?

Like I’m telling my concerns, what I’m afraid of, what I’ve been struggling with. And they are like yea okay… or they will try to make it life seem worse. It’s not a competition?!? But believe me if it was, from what they told me, I would win easillly. So fuucccckk youuuu!!

Okay now I’m realizing how these people making me angry and be toxic to my self and others.

I really need to put boundaries with them bc obviously they are not good with me.

I’m kinda realizing also how they changed after I told them my ethnicity and religion… What I believe. After me protecting my culture and my people, they changed and now acting differently to me.

Wow, fucking assholes

[imagine--if]

hii i saw that requests for alice in borderland were open and i rann 🏃🏻‍♀️

could you do a scenario where chishiya and banda have a crush/interested in the same s/o?? how tense would that be, especially in the solitary confinement game?? 👀👀👀

A/N: Oooo this is an awesome scenario idea, thanks for your request!! I'm still open for AIB requests until the 15th, so if you're interested then send some in!! A particular ask has caught my attention for after this... jealous Chishiya 😵😍 Little obvious disclaimer that the GIFs aren't mine- but look at Chishiya's, he's staring RiGhT aT uSsS 😭

Chishiya and Banda Both Crushing On You Includes...

💛• How'd you even manage to get the attention of both these guys?!??! I'm jealous 🥲 because the way these two fall for someone, combined, is basically the most intense and warm and crazy hot experience you'll have in quite a while. Let's say that this all starts in the Jack of Hearts game:

💛• With Chishiya, he's drawn to the little, unnoticeable things that interest him, like being a lot smarter than you look, or making a good decision that surprises, or even outwits him somewhat. There's not much of that in the borderlands, apart from Arisu's selflessness that absolutely confuses him until he starts admiring it, and the deadliness of the games, everyone looks like they're going to die. Except you. So he'll most likely start following you around - very subtly - observing your way of doing things and interacting with other players, until he properly approaches you. Probably asking you for his symbol on his collar, and asks you if you want yours. If you turn him down but give him his or something, he'll actually be taken aback... in a good way, because now he's obsessed with wanting to know how your mind works. So, basically, you've got yourself a new partner.

💛• With Banda, however, subtly and patience are not his things. All it takes is one minute of eye contact, or hearing something a little psycho come from you, anything that's potentially original and beautiful to him, and suddenly he's right in front of you with that dark smirk, giving you a twisted but flattering compliment. That's it. Now you've got a new protector who grows oddly possessive and obsessive over the first few rounds, pulling you back when you think about joining the others' big group. You don't need them. You've got him.

💛• So when the two ultimately end up bumping into each other when they both go to talk to you or something, there's just a moment of stretched, painfully strong silence as Banda eyes up this new 'distraction' to your attention, and Chishiya takes him in with that annoyingly indifferent, and kind of smug, look, before his brown eyes meet yours. Banda looks in your direction too. No pressure 😅

💛• I mean, Chishiya tolerates pretty much everyone, but Banda lurking around and infecting your brain with his sadistic ideas of entertainment and advice on how to win every game like he has, is something he's apprehensive of. He'll see how you react to it at first before jumping in, but overall, Chishiya thinks you're the first truly curious and inspiring person that's caught his attention in the Borderlands, and that's something he doesn't want to let slip as soon as he's found it.

💛• Banda has little to no empathy or care for anyone except what you're happy and unhappy with, so he's gonna be pretty forward with Chishiya and give him one of his hushed, intimidating, close-up threats to move along and find someone else to play with. When Chishiya retorts smugly with a comment about how the last women he hung around with suddenly made it onto the murder section of the newspapers, he'll get a deathly glare in his eyes, and basically the only thing stopping him from snapping at that moment is the rule of the game being that you can't outrightly hurt anyone.

💛• They let it go for now, but neither one of them is put off from hanging around with you. The rest of the players in the big group find it odd how you're just sitting there at a table, and within a few moments, Chishiya comes striding in offering his snack with you, sitting beside you on the table, all the while Banda's unblinking gaze is fixed on you from the other side of the cafeteria, where he sits on the floor against the wall. The Jack probably notices it too, but doesn't say anything, since no one really wants to see Banda Sunato get angry.

💛• Once the game has gone on and it's over, Banda has some 'business' to attend to with Jack, and probably makes you wear a tracker or something so he knows how to come and find you when he's done and figuring out how he can have more, or all, control over the lands. Cocky psycho even tries to kiss you goodbye too, and whether you let him go for it and leave you flustered after an intense few moments, or push him away gently with a blush is your choice. Either way, he'll still respond with one of his smirks and a wink before he causally pulls out his pocket weapon and goes into one of the cells after Jack.

💛• That just leaves you with Chishiya, who Banda has 'trusted' to keep you safe while he's gone. Since Chishiya figured it all out with him and survived the round in a pretty impressive way, Banda doesn't misjudge his intelligence and capabilites, even though he seems a little too relaxed when entering these life-or-death games. Still, you'll end up leaving with Chishiya wandering by your side and making small talk about who you are as a person as you go for the next game, or to meet his gang from the Beach, like Arisu. He's surprisingly talkative in his own way as he uncovers more about you and listens to every word you say, but when the questions are reflected back at him, the answers are simple and short - at first, anyway. It's not all because he's reclusive, but mostly because he didn't really like his life, or have much of one, in his opinion, before the Borderlands. But now, maybe he does. Intelligent and nice to look at. He'll stick around for sure 😉

💛• Elsewhere, Banda basically pulls up every file and piece of information on you instead of outrightly asking. It's safe to say that he's an obsessive and possessive crusher/lover, and he'll make that known once he's sorted things out and comes to find you again. And he will come and find you again 😏

[lovetorn]

roommate!dream gets jealous of wilbur (again) by 🍀 anon

i'm making this it's own post because i wanted to add a 'read more'. thank u so much 🍀, your constant genius ideas are just so good. i love them and i love uuuu!!

full credit to 🍀 anon!! (the ask is under the cut)

"This was so quickly written after I put it off for like weeks so if any grammar is bad shhhhhhh

“Please do you have to leave?” Dream whines out as he laid on your bed watching you get ready. His face cast into a frown mixed with sad eyes that he would use to get his way. “Dream I’m leaving Wilbur wants me to meet up with him! Before you even try every other time he tries to see me I’m always busy with classes.” Your voice came out stern as you turned to look at him seeing his mouth was open ready to whine again. Quickly closing his mouth he looks away mumbling small words of annoyance. “Is anyone else showing up?” Sighing again you turn back to the mirror fixing your hair. “As far as I know of it’s just Wilbur. He wants to take me out to eat somewhere Dream please don’t start acting like my father.” With another whine, he gets off the bed and childishly stomps out of the room.

After an hour there was a knock on the front door making you sigh and stand up to stretch. Walking out of your room you curiously looked into Dream's room seeing him with his headphones one at his desktop. A small frown tugged at your lips and you close the door not even bothering to say bye like the two of you normally do. “If he gonna act like a child I’ll treat him like one.” You huff out before another knock at the door caught your attention making you hurry to the door putting a smile on.

Standing in front of you was your brown curly-haired friend, Wilbur who you had grown to miss in the few busy weeks that had to happen. Grinning you let out a laugh as you hugged him forgetting the foggy feeling of dream upset festering in your mind. “Hey, are you ready to go?” Smiling to you he gestured his head to his car making you nod your head and head out. Unnoticed to you dream was peaking out at the hallways frowning as he made eye contact with Wilbur who gave a small smile and stuck his tongue out before running to catch up with you.

Once he met up with you before you got to the car coughs a little to get your attention. “By the way, Tommy and two of his friends are joining us. They wanted to see you.” Tilting your head you looked up to him. “Is that so?” Nodding his head Wilbur and you finally got to the car before you could reach for the handle the side door was swung open. “WOMEN!! HELLO!!”

Tommy had a grin on his face as he got out of the passenger seat and grin at you “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked the grin growing more as he watched you get embarrassed. “Dream isn’t my boyfriend you dumb blond!” You started to hit him making him shout and move back to hide behind the car door. “Watch it! Hey! Hey! Wilbur help me!”

“Okay, okay that’s enough kids get in the car.” Wilbur hid his smile as he gets in the car soon after you got into the passager seat kicking Tommy in the back. Looking into the back seats you were greeted with two different people both seemed around Tommy's age. “Do you hit hard or is Tommy just a puss?” A boy with shaggy brown hair asked with a grin. “Tubbo!” Tommy whines after making you laugh a little. “Yeah no he a pussy. Are you are Tubbo I assume? And you are?” You looked at the unknown teen who was wheezing trying to breathe again from laughing so hard. “I-I’m Ranboo.” He said between breaths. “Okay, we are leaving now!” With that Wilbur pulled out of the parking and started to drive to our location.

Once you got to the ice cream parlor you grin looking to Wilbur who grinned back at you. “Ice cream? We finally hang out after months and this is where you take me?” A laugh left Wilbur as he rolls his eyes “I’m sorry did you think I would take those three so somewhere nice? Hell no.” After that left Wilbur's lips, the three teens in the back started to yell at Wilbur with Tommy being the most prominent. “HOW DARE YOU! I HAVE YOU KNOW YOU BROODING MALE I’M MORE SOPHISTICATED THAN YOULL EVER BE!” Tubbo chimes in with a loud yeah followed by Ranboo “Actually I don’t mind ice cream.” The bickering made you break out into a fit of laughter as you got out of the car.

Once you stepped into the parlor you looked around in awe at all the types of ice cream and sugar-filled treats. Noting that at some point you would have to take Dream here. Soon followed were Wilbur and the other three who all started to say what they wanted to get. “Who’s paying for you three? I’m paying for me and her.” Wilbur points to you as you laugh as the three looks at each other worried “I didn’t bring money...” “Me either.” Both Ranboo and Tubbo looked at Tommy making him sigh. “Willlburrrrr, we are brokeeee please pay for usss.” Blinking Wilbur shakes his head no with a grin. “Should have thought about that when we were leaving Tommy.” Quickly Tommy looks to you. “Can you pleasssse pay for us?” Behind him were two other teens with begging faces. “Fine..”

Sitting at the table was filled with aimless amounts of talking, jokes, and bullying Tommy. A grin was plaster on all of your faces as you ate your ice cream until tubbo spoke up. “So who’s dream? Tommy was asking about him earlier and now I want to know.” Before you could even answer Tommy quickly chimes in, “That’s her boyfriend!” Which earned a quick punch to the side. “Dream is my roommate right now.” “So you are dating then?” Ranboo hums making you quickly shake your head. “No-“ Wilbur then quickly chimes in with a smirk. “Yup dating.” “WILBUR SOOT!” You groan shoving his ice cream into his face making the others laugh.

After you hang out with the four of them you were dropped off at your flat. Unlocking the door you sigh and called out “Dream? I’m home!” Closing the door you looked around after not getting a reply. Humming you walked to dreams room knocking lightly. “Dream are you here?” Opening the door you were greeted with Dream sleeping in his gaming chair making you sigh and walk in taking his headphones off. “Dream? Hey, dream wake up...” shaking him lightly you waited for him to stir awake only to no avail. Finally, you gave up and rolled him over to his bed, and dragged him from his chair to his bed. Due to all the movements he finally woke up blinking some of the sleep away to look at you. “Hey? Your back already?” A small smile fell on your lips. “Dream it’s been 5 hours and it's already 8 but please go back to bed.”

Before you can move away dream softly grabs your hand and looks at you still half awake. “Sleep with me please.” What was supposed to be a question more came out as a demand. “Dream? Just go back to bed okay?” Huffing dream whined out. “Please? You were with Wilbur today and I know you haven’t seen him but you promised me last week today you would have a movie marathon with me.” You stopped looking at him in shock because you completely forgot all caught up in classes and other meetings. “I’m sorry I forgot Dream. Yeah, I’ll sleep in here tonight move over.” With a grin, he rolled over giving you room as he tugged you into the bed.

-🍀"

[elriell]

ACOSF 6 Chapter Thoughts & Discussion (pls add on your opinions if want)

What a rollercoaster!

Lucien going from Emissary to Enemy in 0.2 seconds ???

REALLY GUYS “You are not a prisoner but we will tell you what to do, where to live, how to breathe and even what to eat...” Oh stfu pls 🤬🤬🤬🤬

NES. Nes. nEs. Nes. nes 🥺

“You’ll be the one getting into mine.” 👀ok sirrrr

Mor can kindly fuck off in my opinion, Nesta is spot on, she is a righteous hypocrite. 📉📉📉📉

Nesta being a stubborn mule and not training 😂👏🏻💁🏻‍♀️

why is cass lusting after mor, its kinda gross ngl 🥴

“She’d broken something inside him, some final resistance and the last glimmer of hope...” Honestly your not my fav atm Cass but I do feel for you, you are not in an easy place right now. And I feel like we all coddle Nesta because every fucker else is against her but we shouldn’t overlook Cassian’s pain either.🥺😢🙁

“You sound afraid of her.” “I am.” GOOD rhys. good, as you should. 💯📢

AZ/CASS/NESTA  sharing a house, heck fucking yes. only way it could be better for me is if Elain was there... 🎉🎉🎉

POV switching between their very different headspaces is actually really cool and satisfying ⚖️

Amren WHAT THE FUCK. 🥵

Azriel has a lot on his plate?? Ok rhys but what? tELl Usss 📈📈📈📈

i dont even need to add what I feel about Feysand and Amren atm 🧾🚩

EVERYTHING ELSE. 🍿🥂

honestly guys yeah a lot ENRAGED me but I was expecting it so I feel like I was quite prepared for that... Even still i devoured the chapters and am very excited for their story to unfold! 

I do however think they both have a lot of growing to do.

Also if I had any doubts about Elucien not happening any time soon they are gone now, SJM automatically pinning him to Vassa in a major way, and from what we know hes not in the book a lot, then we are told they are in one goup scene together and ignore each other. Hmm.

I mean they had to set up the next book, and if it clearly isn’t to do with Lucien then I can’t see him and Elain getting together next book. And since we know it probably has something to do with Az (as he is getting his own chapter and journey), I would say it is looking good fo Elriel fans! But who knows   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[crescentsteel]

Just Friends - Part 1

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo as a university student

word count: 4015

NSFW

A/N: This is my first time writing, so please bear with me lol. I’m thinking of making this a complete story instead of a one-shot. I already have the flow of the story, but still undecided to actually write it. I’m shy like that haha. Enjoy!

Part 2  |  m.list

You are on the way to a bar after a long day. You decide for today that you would go to the busiest bar in the area. You were not a regular here cause you find it too crowded, but you want to let loose tonight. Not that you were stressed in any way. Life has been good to you, you acknowledge that.Your parents are loaded so you live in comfort. They pay for your condo unit and your university, which you luckily passed the admission test to. Aside from your parents being wealthy, you also have a side job that pays well for minimal work. If you think about it, your life might be kind of perfect. You do have your own circle of friends, but you’re the kind of person who likes to unwind alone once in a while. 

You come straight to the bar after a long meeting with your group for your Earth Science subject. It is almost 9pm so you thought it was best to head straight instead of going home to change. You put on your red lipstick to avoid looking pale. 

You go inside and find it crowded already. It’s Friday after all. Most of them are students since the bar is located near all big universities in Tokyo. You head straight to the bartender. You just can’t wait to get buzzed and you know the drink to do it. 

“Two shots of tequila, please” You smiled at the bartender. 

Minutes were passing quickly. The music turned livelier as it got late. After your two tequila shots, you had cocktails to slow things down. You feel the drinks you had course through your body. You make your way to the dance floor with your drink in your hand. You tipsily excused yourself, said hi to strangers you bumped, and found your way to a spot you like. 

You were just grooving to the music while taking a sip once in a while to keep the buzz going. 

You were oblivious to some men who were eyeing you since you came in and were just waiting for their chance to approach you, and right now seems the perfect time. 

Although you don’t notice, Kuroo does. 

He’s sober enough to see these stupid men looking at you. He bets they think they could just waltz in next to you just because you were having your time alone with your drink on the dance floor. Even though you had been talking to people at the bar now and then, he could tell you came by yourself. 

He had been observing you all night since you got there. You seem like the carefree type. You’re wearing casual clothes, too casual for a bar, to be honest. Shirt and skinny jeans. Despite the simplicity, your legs look amazing the way your jeans fit you. You do not seem the type to go there to get laid. Though you seemed a bit flirtatious with some people you talked with, you brush them off when they start getting too close to you. 

Then, he sees someone squeeze his way near you and touch your waist, that’s his cue. He walks toward you quickly.

 As he was approaching, you notice that someone is touching your waist and pulls you close to whoever the fuck they are. You remove their hands and put some distance. The guy does not seem fazed. He tried again, this time you looked pissed. 

“Hey buddy. Hands off!” Kuroo hears you say while forcefully taking the guy’s hands off you. 

The guy looks irritated, clearly drunk.

He arrives at the right time. He puts his hand on your left shoulder and looks down on the guy. “Is there a problem here?” his voice is laced with threat. There was nothing the guy could do, especially when he’s towering over him with his height and built.

The guy walks away. He turns to you and leans down since he was significantly taller than you. He says right in your ear, “You should know that there’s a lot of eyes on you here.”

You squint your eyes and look around as if you were surveying the area. ‘How cute’, he thought. He doubts you could see much from the amount of alcohol you had and the neon lights in the place. 

You look at him, studying his face. And he studies you as well. You look way prettier up close as the details of your face become clear.

You extend the drink you had to him, probably asking him to drink. 

He raise his eyebrow. 

“I’ve already had enough drinks tonight.” He refuses while smiling politely. He doesn’t want to get drunk around you, not that he has trouble holding his liquor. He just wants to enjoy your company sober.

It’s you who raise your eyebrow this time. 

You start tapping the glass of your drink, then pouts.

“Well that’s too bad. I won’t dance with someone who’s not drinking with me.” 

‘Challenge’ clearly written on your face.

He couldn’t help but smile. If that was the condition, he gladly obliges. He grabs the drink in your hand and takes a sip. You laugh and smile, looking victorious. You have no idea that it was him who felt victorious. You gave him the consent to be with you. Before he returns your drink to you, he looks at the smug face of the guy who approached you earlier. He raises your drink to him and nods.

‘You ass, I win.’ he says to himself and smirks. Then, returns your drink.

The dance you share is innocent. You are just vibing with each other and moving to the beat of the music. He finds himself laughing when you are laughing for no reason. It was such a fun mood. Your energy is contagious. 

“What was your name again?” you half-shout because it’s so loud and you don’t want to tiptoe just to reach his ears.

“Kuroo Tetsurou” he shouts back.

“y/n!” you shake his hand clumsily.

“Okaaaay, I’m going to get drinks for usss.” Your words start to slur. You turn around and trips. He figures you were about to hit your drinking limit. He stops you from getting another drink and drags you to a table with not much people so you could catch your breath. 

“I think you’ve had too much.” He wouldn’t want you to go all out and start throwing up.

You frown. “But I want to go back there. I still want to dance.”

“Then let’s dance here.” he suggests. You beam at him like an idiot and nod. 

He positions himself at your back. 

You close your eyes. You raise your arms and feel the slow sway of the music. 

He touches your hands that were raised in the air. He slowly caresses them, down to your arms, sides, then stopping at your waist. He presses his body closer. He could inhale your scent. He could feel your slender body as his hands droop to your hips. He could feel your ass pressed to his groin. 

You don’t stop moving to the sway of the music. His hands go back to your waist and grip it so he could match your movements. 

This was not the dance floor and people might be looking at you both, but he didn’t care. He was in his own world right now. You might now know it but you were grinding to him as you both move in sync. He noticed you getting lost in the moment as well as you lean your head to the side, giving him access to your neck - a chance he will not miss. He dips in and gives you butterfly kisses from the back of your ear to the part of your shoulder that was not covered by your shirt. 

“Mmmm”

It was almost inaudible but being so near you, he heard it. The sound goes straight to his dick which is now getting stuffed in his pants from the friction and subtle pleasure this “dance” is giving him. 

You feel the shift of the energy between you two. The fun was gone. You can feel the strong sensuality engulfing you two. You can feel the alcohol in your head combined with something else, something that you feel in your chest, core, and thighs. 

You can feel his stiffness on your lower back. It was not just you. When you felt his lips on your neck, you couldn’t help the soft moan that came out from your lips. 

This was too much for you. You need to take control of the situation again. You will not go with the direction this is going. You came here to get loose, but not this kind of loose. 

You turn around and face him. You grab the hem of his shirt near his neck to pull him down so you can whisper in his ear. “So, Kuroo. Is this the game you play? Play prince charming to save the damsel in distress?” 

He chuckles. He combs his hair and sighs. He holds your chin and moves closer to your face. Way closer. “Oh kitten, I’m no prince charming.” He smiles as he looks at you innocently.

“In fact,” He shot a quick glance at his side, referring to the guy who tried to feel you up earlier.  “I’m worse than those guys.” His smile is gone, which reveals his true nature - dangerous. You can’t breathe from the sexual tension between you two. You release his shirt and look away. You try to step back to give the two of you some space. 

He quickly holds your wrist and pulls you closer to him before you could even move away. 

He smirks. “You’re not afraid now, are you?”

His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, and you do the same. The lips that were just in your neck earlier - how would it feel if those lips meet yours. 

“Kiss me.” he says softly. 

The look in his eyes is obvious. He wants you. There is no escaping from this. You want this as well. You put your hands on his shoulder and tiptoe to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips. 

You pull away and say “What?”

“Been wanting to do that for a while now” His eyes sporting a sly glint on them. He quickly pulls you back to him and kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck as response. You feel his tongue brush your bottom lip and bite it gently right after. His hands travel from your back to your ass. His lips move to your neck once again and licks your earlobe. That elicited a moan from you. 

“Get a room!!” 

You snap back to reality. You put your hands to his chest to stop him while looking somewhere else. It was not like you to make out in public, even if it was a bar. You feel so embarrassed to be called out like that. 

“My place or yours?” he asks.

You look up at him. Are you really going with him? You’re no prude. You’ve engaged in casual flings before, but something about him is different from other guys you’ve slept with. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it piques your curiosity. 

To hell with it. You’ll just enjoy tonight and find out for yourself.

“Yours.”

He grabs your hand and lads you outside. 

“Let’s wait for a cab” he said.

“Umm. I brought my car. Can you drive? I’m sure I can’t.”

You toss him the keys which he catches easily. You walk towards where you parked your car but your head starts to spin. The drinks you’ve had are catching up to you. You try to feel if there’s anything to support you. Only he was there. 

“Come here.” You feel your feet lift up from the ground. Your hands flew to his neck for support. 

“What are you doing?!” You try to put some strength in your voice, but it only sounded pained.

“I’m making you sure you don’t hurt yourself. I still have plans for us tonight, you know.”

He looked serious with what he just said. You feel the heat spread on your face. You bury your face on his neck to hide it. 

“So where is your car?”

“Just unlock it and look for it.”

He clicks the unlock button and follows the sound. He whistles when he sees your car. 

“Damn. Nice ride.”

They always say that about your car. You do not have the energy to respond at the moment. You just want the comfort of being seated.

He opens the car door while still carrying you and gently puts you down. He reclines the seat a bit and closes the door. You shut your eyes. He goes to the driver’s seat. He adjusts the seat for him and starts the engine. 

“Are you sure you want me to be driving this?” He says while feeling the steering wheel. 

“Hand me my water first.” He immediately finds your tumblr at the door pocket and gives it to you. You drink so greedily, impatient to the relief the water should give you in a few minutes. 

You feel his stare at you, but you don’t care. You just want the spinning to stop. 

You put the bottle down. “Yes, you can drive the stupid car.”The car starts moving. Fortunately, you don’t feel like puking from the motion. 

“Are you sure you want to go to a stranger’s place?”

“Do you want me to kick you out right now?”

The corner of his lip tugs. He looks like he’s enjoying himself. 

“I’d rather be in a stranger’s place than have a stranger in my place” you add. 

He frowns but he doesn’t answer. 

After a short while, you feel the car stop. You’re in a park.

“There’s something I want to do before I take you to my place.” he moves closer to you. “I think I want to mess you up here first.” Before you can complain, he closes the gap between you two. 

He’s very aggressive. He immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth. He puts his hand on the back of your head and his other one roams on your body. You pull away to catch your breath. He moves to your seat and towers over you. Because he was so big, it’s so cramped. 

He reclines your seat more so you were almost lying down. That gives him the space to move. 

His lips go straight to your throat. He sucks it fervidly while his hand slips beneath your shirt. He cups your breast as soon as his hand finds it. You arch your body in response. He hitches your shirt up just on top of your breasts. 

He kisses you again as his hand wanders on your back, trying to find the clasp of your bra. He groans in frustration. “Where the fuck is it?”

You giggle. “It’s right here.” you slowly undo the clasp of your bra from the front. It feels like you were giving him a show. Despite feeling a bit shy, you hold his gaze. His fingers caress your face, your neck, then down to your stomach. Then he trails back up to the skin surrounding your nipple. 

You feel absolutely nothing but anticipation. You want him to touch you there, but he’s deliberately avoiding it. Both his hands settle on your hips. He kisses the hollow between your breasts and licks his way down to your stomach. Soon, his tongue replaces what his finger was doing. You can’t take it anymore. 

“Kuroo..” he looks at you.

“Please” it sounded almost like a whine

He smirks, but only for a moment. Finally, you got what you wanted. His tongue sucks on your hardened nipple while his hand toys with the other.

“Mmmmmm”

You are so turned on. You start to squirm underneath him. This is not enough. You need more.

“Patience, kitten. You will feel good soon.”

He covers your lips with his own. Your tongue against his as he unzips your pants. You begin to get impatient so you help him to hasten things up, but he stops completely. Even if you remove your pants, the strength of his grip on it is way stronger than yours. 

“What did I say?” 

You don’t respond. You don’t know how to. You feel so embarrassed, yet greedy for more at the same time. His hands go to your crotch with your pants still in the way, yet the contact still gives you pleasure. He palms you over your pants which makes you jerk up.

He continues to remove your pants. Though he does not completely remove it, he pulls it to your ankles. He goes back to sucking your nipples while caressing your hips and thighs. 

“Just how much more before this teasing is over?” you ask weakly.

He goes face to face with you. He rests his elbow beside your head and says,

“Until I want it to be over,” he pinches your nipple. “I will make a mess of you right here since you don’t want me in your place” he pinches harder. You close your eyes at the slight pain and pleasure he gives you.

You don’t know what to do. You want something, anything, to fill you up. But he’s not giving it to you. You suddenly feel a warm sensation on your thigh. You open your eyes to see him sucking on it. He’s trailing his fingers up and down your hips while he sucks and licks on your inner thighs. 

If the teasing before wasn’t hell enough, this sure is. You can feel his wet tongue so close, unbearably close to your slit. Just like he did with your nipples, he swirls his way around but never on it. You want to buck your hips so you can feel the sensation you want, but his hands ground you to your seat when you try to. Even just his fingers would do, but still, you’re not getting those either. You can feel yourself throbbing down there. You begin to feel desperate. You want it so bad. You’ve never wanted it this bad.Tears were starting to well up at the corners of your eyes. 

You fist his hair which made him look up at you. 

“Kuroo please. I-I really can’t take it anymore.” 

He stops and hovers over you again. He brushes the strands of hair away from your face and kisses you softly. You grip his shoulders. You feel like melting. It was so gentle. You feel your body relax. His middle finger slowly, very slowly traces your slit, stopping at your clit. He lingers there, stroking it very gently. 

He pulls away from the kiss. 

“Should I put it in, y.n?” It wasn’t a permission for consent. He just wants to hear it from you that you want it. You absent-mindedly nod.

He shakes his head. “Tsk tsk. That won’t do, kitten.”

He pinches your nipple again. 

“Hnnnnng” 

“Let’s try again. Should I use my fingers now to fuck you?” 

That’s when you figure it out. He makes you lose control, something no one else has made you do. You’re used to men who are willing to do whatever you say just so they can have you in any way. You’re not used to this, and the alcohol in your system is making it harder for you to handle. You’ve never been this needy. 

“Yes please” your voice throaty.

He leisurely inserts his finger. You bite your lip as you feel the length penetrate you. He stares at you, as if watching how you’d react to him. You feel a bit self-conscious so you look away. His finger thrust slowly in you. Then, he puts a second finger in. Your mouth gapes from the stretch in your warm center. 

The pace of his fingers quicken. He is now pressing his thumb against your clit in circles while his fingers curl up while thrusting in you. You can’t do anything but close your eyes and savor the pleasure. 

You can feel it. You feel the build up in your groin. You suddenly feel his mouth suck on your nipples, one after the other. Your body arched up. Just one more push, and you know that you will get the release you’ve been chasing after.

He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. His fingers slow down, but does not stop. 

“y.n” you open your eyes. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”

You’re about to protest, but his fingers start to move fast again. This feels so good. How can you not close your eyes? You feel your eyes shutting. 

He stops completely again. 

“This is the last warning you get, kitten.” He’s smiling, but there was an edge on his voice. 

“I will make you cum and you will look at me when you do so, understand?” his fingers moving again, but slowly only. You nod helplessly. You want to cum so bad. 

He pumps his fingers in and out of you much faster than earlier. His thumb going frantic on your clit makes you writhe under him. He goes on, not losing his rhythm. It isn’t long until you feel yourself climbing up your peak.

“I-I’m...ahhh.. Kuroo” you clutch his shoulders tighter, looking only at him. You barely recognize your voice. “Can I cum now?” your voice is desperate. You saw something flicker in his eyes, but, you don’t have the energy to read on it. You just want your release.

“Cum, y.n”

With that, you crash back down with your orgasm taking over your body. There was no stopping your eye from clamping shut this time. Your body thrashes wildly as you feel the pleasure spread from your center to the tips of your fingers and toes. You feel dizzy both from the rapture of your climax and intoxication.

He does not say anything and lets you ride your high. He sucks on your shoulder while slowing down his fingers. 

He looks at your post-orgasm state. You look so spent, so beautiful. Your hair is disheveled.  Your top is still hitched above your chest which is heaving as you take deep breaths. Your lips are a tad apart since you were breathing through your mouth as well. He regrets stopping in this spot. He wanted to eat you out but his back hurt real bad when he went down on you before. He should’ve brought you straight home. There, he can do whatever he wants with you. His idiotic, petty self got the best of him when you said that you do not want him in your place. If you don’t want to be fucked in your place, he thought at least your car would do. 

Looking at you now, he realized that he was so stupid. His place or yours, he will still fuck you senseless. When you asked him if you could cum, it was hell. He got a kick out of how you made him in charge of your orgasm. You were so hot and submissive. It drove him wild. He really would’ve fucked you then, but the constraints of your car wouldn’t let him do what he pleases.

He sighs. Now he suffers with the painful erection he has in his pants. 

You open your eyes and look at him.

“Hey. Can you fix my clothes? I can’t ughh.. anymore” your voice was weak and tired. 

He pulls up your pants and fixes your shirt. He also fixes your seat. You grab your tumbler and chug it. Then, you close your eyes again. 

“Umm. So where to?” he asks. He’s praying that you don’t change your mind. He’ll probably smack himself if you suddenly want to go home now.

“Weren’t we going to your place?” You don’t bother to open your eyes as you speak. “Just wake me up when we’re there.”

He smiles triumphantly and drives away.

 Part 2  |  m.list 

[delightfulfics]

The Fight Before Christmas (Avengers x Reader)

You always loved the holiday season. Especially when you spent it at the compound. Tony and all the other Avengers always made sure you (as well as themselves) had the best holiday and that is exactly what they did this year.

Since Tony was in charge (obviously) he gave each one of you a task to do to ensure that they were in good shape for the next day. Tony and Steve were in charge with ensuring that all the decorations were in place. Wanda and Natasha were in charge of wrapping any leftover presents and making sure they were all under the tree and you, Bucky, Peter, Sam and Clint had the task of picking tonight’s activities and movies. 

“We are not playing Twister.”

“Why not?!” you and Peter whined at Bucky as he walked around the living room, placing pillows and blankets for everyone. 

“You remember the last time we played twister? When you both kicked me in the face?” Yes, you did. But it was an accident.

“Mr. Barnes it was an accident.”

“But, it could happen again, Spidey,” Sam stated as he walked into the living room, jumping on the couch and crumpling up the blankets that was just placed moments ago, making Bucky glare at the Falcon.

“No it won’t. Buck don’t listen to the bird.”

“Hey!” 

“Did someone call me?” Clint asked, poking his head into the room.

“No one called you Barton.”

“Alright. Well, I am going back to my space. See you later!”

“Shouldn’t he be helping us?”

“Yes he should,” Bucky said as he glared at the door-way that Barton just walked through.

“Bucky!” you whined catching his attention. “The least you could do is let me and Pete pick the movie if you won’t let us play Twister.”

“Yeah!”

“No!” you whipped your head towards Sam and glared at him.

“Why not?!”

“Cause I wanted to.”

“But you picked the game we should play!”

“But, I called it earlier.”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did!”

“No-”

“Y/N! Sam! Knock it off!” You and Sam snapped your mouths shut as soon as Bucky yelled. “Sam, Peter and Y/N are gonna pick the movie.”

“YES!” you and Peter yelled.

“Ughh! So un-fair!”

“Sorry not sorry Mr. Wilson.”

“Nice, Pete!”

“Y/N. No one asked for your opinion!”

“Oh yeah!” you growled and tackled Sam to the floor. 

“HEY!”

“Why don’t you ever shut your mouth Samantha!”

“You know my name is not Samantha!” he yelled as he flipped you over so his legs was over your waist and you were pinned to the ground.

“Your name is Samantha!”

“No it is not!”

“Yes it-”

“ALRIGHT THAT IS IT WITH YOU TWO!”  Before both you and Sam knew you were under Bucky. “Now, I am gonna make sure that both of you will keep your mouths shut and stop arguing with each other.”

“And how exactly are you gonna do that Barnes?”

“Why don’t I show you?” Buck smiled evilly and drilled both of his hands on both of your stomach making you and Sam screech like Banshees.

“NO BUCKY NOO!” you cackled at his foolish actions. You originally thought that he take Peter and just leave you two to argue but nope. He decided to put this argument to rest.

“What is going on here!” 

Your eyes lit up with hope as you saw Tony and Steve walk into the living room.

“BUCKY IS KILLING USSS!”

“No I am not.”

“He isn’t. Right Steve?”

“Yes. Buck is getting the wrong spots. I think we should help them out.”

“100% agree with you Cap,” Tony said with a smirk and made his way towards you. 

“Bucky, I got her why don’t you get Peter?”

“Wh- Mr Barnes. I didn’t do anything!” Peter ran out the door and down the hall screaming and begging for mercy from the Winter Solider.

Your attention shifted to Tony as he grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head.

“Kid, you’ve got yourself in some sort of predicament don’t you?”

“Tony pl-”

“Ah ah ah. You know that’s not gonna work with me so I wouldn’t even try. But, I have heard you got into an argument with the Falcon over there.”

Tony pointed at Sam squirming and cackling under Steve as he cooed and tickled him.

“You should be laughing as much as Sam is!” Tony did not hesitate to dig his head into your neck , moving his scratchy beard along your sensitive skin. You giggled, kicked your feet and tried to squish Tony’s head out of your neck but it was like he was attached to it. 

“TONY IM SORRY!”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to the giggling Falcon.”

“IM SORRY SAM!”

“Sam apologize to Y/N”

“But- OKKAY IM SORRY!” 

That was both Steve and Tony’s cue to let you up. You and Sam were panting on the floor and letting out all your giggles. 

“Hey is everyone ready- what happened here?”

“Oh Nat, Wanda. Are all the presents in order.”

“Yes they are. What happened?”

“Oh, them?” he said gesturing to you two on the floor. “They needed to be taught a lesson since they weren’t being very jolly towards each other.”

“Oh. Well should we begin the movie?”

“Yes. Y/N what did you choose?” Bucky asked as he walked in the living room with Peter thrown over the shoulder in the same state as you and Sam were in.

“I did not get the chance to choose because I WAS TORTURED.”

You ended by choosing “Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas,” and were cuddled up with Tony on a small recliner.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah Stark?”

“We love you. You know that?”

“Yes I do. I love you all too. Thank you for everything.”

“Anytime, kid.”

The rest of the night was filled with fun and laughter and that day would be looked on in the future with smiles and giggles. 

Did not know how to end this so the end?

[itsinmydunah]

To Keep Each Other Safe

rated: T

Words: 3,943

Summary: Sometimes a fun hunting trip can go sideways.

A/N: A list of more specific warnings below in the end notes for those who are concerned.

Esme and Carlisle are my faves. I’m always lusting after more material for them. This one has literally been on my ipad for 3 years, incomplete. Finally got around to fixing it up. I may come back and make the ending more to my liking. Crossposted on ao3.

Let me know what you think!

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Carlisle was scheduled for a long shift at the hospital so the family had decided to drag Esme along so she wouldn’t be at home alone. She laughs as Emmett playfully drags her out of the house.

“C’mon, Esme! You don’t have to always be the doting wife waiting on Carlisle. Come have funnnnn with usss!” Rosalie shakes her head at her husband’s antics, running beside Esme as Jasper and Edward sprint off as fast as they can. They’re hours from home in the Canadian wilderness when they all part ways to go after their own animals. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward are more partial to large game that puts up a bit of a fight so they head farther into the forest. Esme finds herself parted from her daughters as they all search out their meals. There’s the rustle of deer off to her right and perhaps a moose—

Then there’s a sudden waft of a scent much sweeter than animal blood - and much more tempting. Esme holds her breath, frantic eyes darting around. The human didn’t smell close, but she didn’t want to further the temptation. She also doesn’t want for any of the kids to happen upon the human. None of them enjoyed killing people, and she didn’t want their fun hunting trip to turn into a reason for anyone to feel guilty.

She picks up the scent of her boys - the ones most likely to have a slip-up - and heads towards them. Before Esme can get much farther, she is knocked to the ground by a solid mass. The noise the collision causes is akin to a thunderclap. It’s completely unexpected, and she isn’t trained to anticipate attacks like Jasper. After nearly 100 years of peace with her found family, she doesn’t foresee violence around every corner as she had when married to Charles.

Esme squirms beneath the much larger body, the strength of the being easily quadrupling her own. She tries to scream but can’t. Her feet grapple for purchase on the snowy ground as she claws with diamond-hard nails at the figure pressing her down. She’s always chosen to be a pacifist. But, knocked down to the ground with a hand around her neck trying to wrench her head from her body, she wishes she had joined her children in play-fighting.

Esme feels helpless as she hears her skin begin to crack under the immense strength of the vampire above her.

She hardly remembers what pain feels like. The only particular moments she can recall is childbirth and being turned. This sudden onslaught, however, jogs her memory of other suffering. Of her first husband Charles raping her. Of him beating her. Of crawling on the cold tile of a bathroom with a swollen eye and bleeding nose. Being pushed down the stairs when dinner wasn’t good enough. Being tied to the bedposts over night until her wrists chafed so she couldn’t ‘disrupt’ Charles. Those memories had fallen somewhat to the wayside in the 94 years she'd been a vampire. The joy of being with Carlisle, of building a family with him and growing to love herself had pushed her human pains to the back of her complex mind.

Now, though, it’s all she can think about.

The vampire gets a bite in on her shoulder, and the sting begins immediately. Another to her neck, eerily close to where Carlisle had bitten her to change her. A last bite to her cheek has enough force behind it to rip, almost tear her diamond-hard skin away. She feels air flow under the wound, knows that her cheekbone must be exposed. She wants so badly to screech. Her kicking and bucking does nothing to dislodge the body above her. Despite not needing air, she feels suffocated, claustrophobic.

She wants free!!

She finally gets a scream out and is almost immediately freed. Edward. He must have heard her thoughts of terror and tracked her location. Edward and the vampire were both crouched in front of each other, growling. Esme remained on the ground, fingers curled into the cold slushy dirt below her. Suddenly she is pulled up by a gentle hand. A familiar scent fills her nose.

Rosalie.

“Esme?” Rose is good at staying calm when the need arises, always has been. For all her theatrics, she is a level-headed girl. Her voice now, however, gives Esme pause. She sounds frantic. “Are you alright? Esme?”

Esme looks down and sees that she’s trembling. Her hands are shaking, her knees are unsteady. Her clothes are torn, and there’s venom dripping from the bite marks on her body. She looks up to meet Rose’s eyes and suddenly her daughter knows. They have an unfortunately similar past.

“Oh, Esme.” Her daughter wraps warm arms around her.

Jasper, Emmett, and Alice are all surrounding the newborn in an instant, joining Edward in keeping the hissing figure corralled.

“He was just turned. He's confused. Mostly he's angry. He was on the trail of a human hiker until Esme came into his territory. He thought Esme was going to take his hunt." Edward relays the thoughts of the newborn, his gaze remaining fixed on the violent newcomer.

“Do you know who you are?” Jasper asks, his body transforming into a non-threatening stance. He has the most experience with newborns, he knows how they read body language.

The newborn just hisses and makes to attack who he sees as the easiest target - Alice. Alice is quick, dodging the attack and leading the newborn closer to Jasper. The blonde man has little patience for those who threaten his mate and family. He has the yowling newborn in a chokehold in seconds.

“Edward?” Jasper inquires. This momentary lapse in attention is enough for the newborn to sink his teeth into Jasper's arm. At this, Alice hisses, angered that her mate will feel pain. Emmett is there, yanking the newborn's head back, eyes darting to Rosalie’s. Rose nods, eyes flinty as she stays beside Esme, a comforting presence.

The newborn's head is torn off in a second. Emmett, Edward, and Jasper set about making a fire in a clearing and burning the body. Even the thick smoke doesn’t serve to pull Esme from her trance-like state. She remains shaky and catatonic - a statue stuck in its own misery.

“Esme." Alice joins the two, squeezing her way into the hug. Esme knows her well enough to know that she believes this is partially her fault for not seeing ahead to stop the attack. Esme, however, could never blame her. Instead she sinks into them all, unable to fully support herself. Jasper comes in close, right by his wife's shoulder.

"May I?" She knows what he's asking, and gratefully extends her dirty hand. He cups it in both of his and sends soothing waves her way. Love, tenderness, sympathy, understanding - everything he feels for her. He can't leech pain, but he can lessen it by increasing her pleasant emotions, allowing her to take some of his strength. The emotions he’s sending are made all the stronger by the contact.

She wants to thank him, but for some reason there’s an ache in her throat. Her vampire body doesn’t feel aches and bruises the way a human’s does. There is no blood gushing everywhere, just venom injuries or torn limbs and flesh. This feeling is like nothing she’s experienced before. Cold, like shock.

Jasper seems to understand, however, the gratefulness she can’t yet voice. "Of course, mama." Under normal circumstances hearing him say that would make her so happy. Jasper was older than her technically, and often felt foolish calling Esme "mother" even if he did see her as the matriarch of the family. For him to indulge her so meant that he could truly feel how much pain she was in.

“Esme,” Edward comes to her side, his eyes sorrowful. He can read the static-like buzz of her thoughts, can hear the low pained howl her mind is letting out. He shrugs out of his coat and dislodges Alice and Rose to wrap her up to preserve her modesty. “Would you like to head home, Esme?” He’s so gentle with her, straightening her hair out over collar of the coat and keeping his tone low. Edward remembers what it was like for her in the beginning, the flashes she got of her terrible marriage and the abuse she suffered. He remembers what things triggered her in the early days. He experienced it all along with her and helped her move past it and embrace her gentle soul and kind spirit.

It makes him ache to see her sent back to that time, even if just in memory.

Esme doesn’t speak, merely nods.

“Someone call Carlisle,” Edward murmurs, hooking an arm around his adopted mother. She can hear someone on the phone, hear the quiet tones of her children speaking to each other. She can’t make out the individual words, but the hum of their voices is a comfort.

Her first son indicates for her to climb onto his back. She hesitates for the first time since the incident. She hates to appear weak to her children. She likes the role she’s taken as comforter and provider and guide.

“Esme, no. We’re a family. We’ve all supported each other when we’ve needed it most. We love you.” Her eyes burn as if they want to release tears. But she can’t cry, hasn’t been able to in nearly a century. Edward gives her a hug, each of her children gather close and offer silent support. She nods her head in readiness and climbs onto Edward’s back, clinging to him tightly, her face in his neck. He squeezes her hands affectionately and they all begin setting back towards Washington. Her whole family remains tightly positioned together, she and Edward in the center of their group. Emmett spearheads and Rose and Jasper are beside them. Despite her still shocky state, she feels much safer.

When they’re close to Vancouver, Carlisle all but runs into them. His hair is severely windswept. If he were human he would’ve been winded from exertion and anxiety. The moment he received the call from Alice saying Esme had been attacked, he’d yelled an excuse to a coworker and left. He swore he’d never run so fast in his whole existence. His eyes lock on to his wife clinging to Edward, noting how somber their children’s faces are. Even Emmett looks dead serious. There’s no teasing about how fast Carlisle got there - just a respectful nod.

“Darling,” he approaches cautiously, not knowing where Esme’s mindset is. The call had startled him so thoroughly that he didn’t know what he was getting into. His hand rests softly on her back, rubbing soothingly. In his mind he asks how she’s doing. Edward says nothing, just shrugs a bit. Esme’s thoughts are all over the place.

The movement seems to arouse Esme to her whereabouts. She had been able to smell Carlisle close, but her mind was a wreck. Focusing on any one stimuli was too much. Nonetheless, she looks up to her husband. Her face immediately crumples. He sees the new bite mark on her face, the skin is angry looking from being viscously torn off the bone. It had to have been truly violent to have caused enough damage for healing to still be occurring so long afterwards.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Carlisle says, pained. He can’t help himself from taking her from Edward, from holding her tightly to him. She hisses when he brushes against her shoulder, and he looks at her in alarm. He gently eases the jacket away - now noticing that it’s Edwards, not her own - and sees how her shirt is torn. His eyes are then drawn to the bite on her shoulder and one that is overlapping the bite he placed on her neck to turn her. He can smell the venom of another on her, and his nostrils flare disapprovingly. Esme sees this, eyes cast towards the ground. Carlisle shakes his head, angry at himself for falling prey to his instincts. He hooks a finger under her chin gently, careful not to bother any of her wounds, and presses a kiss to her forehead in a benediction.

Their children are still near, but have moved out of visibility to give the illusion of privacy. It is against their instincts to go far away when their matriarch is harmed.

“I’m so sorry, Esme. My darling wife.” He wraps her up tight, arms banding around her smaller body, and she clasps to his front with her legs wrapped about his waist and good arm around his neck. “Should have been there with you. Failed you - oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. You must be hurting so.” He keeps whispering to her, pressing kisses to her hair, fingers gentle on her back as he soothes her (which in turn, soothes himself).

“Carlisle, please.” Her first words spoken since the attack are gravelly, her throat tight.

“Darling, what do you need?” He’s so ready to bend to her every whim, always has been. His existence had been so empty before her.

“To go home. Want to be in our home surrounded by our family and be safe.”

“Of course.”

-

He sets her down in their living room. Alice fetches his old-fashioned doctor’s bag that houses his most basic supplies. Carlisle removes gauze and sterile wet wipes. He seems to hesitate as he reaches for her face, eyes scanning over the bite there and the area of healing torn skin.

“This will hurt,” he murmurs, stroking over her unharmed cheek gently.

Esme nods absently. He knows to help speed up the process of healing and lessen the pain, he must remove as much of the foreign venom as he can. That requires opening the cuts and siphoning the venom out. To let the venom sit is to let it permeate and cause further irritation. No man-made metal tools are strong enough, so he must use his own nails to cut open his wife’s skin.

It’s not a task he’s looking forward to. But it is something that must be done.

Edward is close at his side, ready to lend a hand. Jasper sits next to Esme, sending calming vibes her way, Alice at his side. Rosalie stands behind her, stroking her hair and humming gently. Emmett is a steady presence nearby. Everyone is ready to support her, and despite the recent occurrences, she feels so lucky to have them all. This aid was something she had prayed for at her worst times.

Carlisle takes a steadying breath, and slices over the cut with his fingernail. Esme holds in a hiss as the clear venom leaks out. Carlisle takes a syringe of sterile saline and flushes the wound, patting with the gauze. He is paced and methodical in his work. This isn’t far off from what he spends his days at work doing. He keeps his eyes on the wounds, tries not to think too hard about the attack that caused it. If he does, he’ll drive himself mad. He’ll try to save the self-flagellation for when he is away from his dear wife, away from his son who is forced to witness his every thought.

His fingers slide over her cheek when he’s done cleaning the area. The tissue can now heal without a pocket of venom beneath it to irritate the process. Despite his careful work, a pale scar is already forming on the high point of her cheekbone. He tries hard not to fixate on it. There will be no way to get rid of it, to save Esme from this new addition to her visage.

Her neck is next. Carlisle slices open the skin over the poorly healing cut and immediately squirts sterile water over it. Esme hisses, trembling fingers squeezing at his knee. He murmurs an apology, leans down to press a kiss to her crown before resuming his work. The damage here isn’t nearly as dire as what was done to her face. For this, he is glad. More force applied to her neck could’ve meant her head could’ve been ripped clean off and —

Edward grunts and gives Carlisle a look.

The doctor closes his eyes for a moment. Best not to focus on how his wife could’ve died and he could be a widow right now if not for his kids.

Esme’s shoulder is last. Carlisle has to pull Edward’s jacket off to see the wound clearly. The tattered remains of Esme’s shirt cling weakly to her body. There are tears where the newborn’s nails ripped through. Carlisle had had a cursory look before, but now he really takes in the damage done. There is a quick inhale from Rosalie, and Carlisle can’t help but look up.

His daughter’s gaze is riveted to where Esme’s shirt is torn. Her brow is furrowed and her eyes haunted.

“Rose...” Emmett stands behind his wife and wraps her up tight in his arms. Edward sends a rare sympathetic glance her way, a hand moving to cover one of hers. For once Rosalie doesn’t hiss and shake him off.

Esme cranes her head cautiously, wincing at the tug on her skin the action causes. “Rosie, you don’t have to be here, honey.” His wife, even when in her own pain, always thinks of others. She and Rosalie share a violent past and understand each other in a way none of the others do.

“No, Esme. I’m here. I just...” Rosalie grimaces and snarls silently. Her teeth are bared and her face enraged at her own memories and the violence done to her mother. Emmett clenches his eyes shut in sympathetic pain behind her; he truly hates to see his mate in pain.

“I love you. Thank you, honey.” Rose gives Esme a wobbly smile and bends to kiss her hair. The blonde woman murmurs her affection into her mother’s locks.

Carlisle is so glad to have this family that supports each other. Suffering alone is terrible, he knows that much. He recalls cold nights alone and no one to commiserate with or help carry the burden of their existence.

“You alright if I finish this up, love?” He indicates to her shoulder. Esme nods, looking impossibly exhausted. Carlisle gently removes the tatters of her shirt and bra, noting how everyone in the room respectfully averts their gaze.

There are claw marks diagonally from Esme’s lower ribs, over her right breast, and up to her trapezius. The marks are a bright white but will fade back into Esme’s normal skin tone because of the lack of venom. Still, they look uncomfortable. The only area Carlisle can really help with is the bite at the cap of Esme’s shoulder. There is the distinct scent of foreign venom clinging to this spot. Once again, Carlisle slices in and flushes the area. Esme barely flinches at this last one. He hates that she’s grown so brave.

Carlisle pats the last irrigated wound, “all done, darling.” He leans forward and kisses her forehead, pushes her mussed hair back. There are twigs and mud clumped in her curls.

Esme leans forward and collapses into his chest. He catches her easily, wrapping her tightly in his hold. She’s soon curled into his lap with her face in his neck. “Can you clean my hair?” She asks quietly.

“Anything,” he says fervently, lifting her carefully and making his way to their bathroom. He hears the kids converge to sit in a circle of comfort near Rosalie.

-

Carlisle is so careful with her that she could cry. He washes the mud from her hair with a softly scented shampoo and smooths his fingers through to ensure that there’re no tangles. She’s seated in their large tub, knees drawn to her chest. Carlisle mindfully runs a loofah over her healing neck and shoulder, sluicing away the scent of the other vampire.

“I love you so much,” he whispers as he watches the water run over her pale skin.

Esme shifts in the tub to face him, still seated. “And I love you.” Carlisle cups her face in both of his hands, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks as he just stares at her. His touch is so deliberate yet passionate. His eyes seem almost glassy as he pushes a strand of her wet hair from her face.

“I am happier than I can ever convey that you are safe.” If Carlisle had the capability, he would be crying. Knowing that Esme was almost lost to him is a harrowing thought. As soon as she came into his life, she became integral.

Esme suddenly stands, water streaming down her body as she steps out of the bathtub. Carlisle rises and grabs a fluffy towel for her, moving to begin to dry her off. He treats each limb of her body with tenderness. A separate towel is used to wring water from her hair. Carlisle is painstakingly cautious with her curls.

They move into the bedroom and Esme slips into one of Carlisle’s sweaters, some fuzzy socks, and a pair of soft shorts. Even though she doesn’t get cold, she still enjoys cozy clothing. She holds out her hand and Carlisle follows her without question. The instinct to be close is always present after something so harrowing.

The others are still huddled downstairs. At the sight of their matriarch, they make space on the couch. Esme cuddles in next to her husband and Rosalie. Alice, from her spot on Jasper’s lap, looks restless. “Esme... I’m sorry I didn’t see it coming. He must have caught the scent of the you before the vision could even come to me.”

Esme turns to look at her smallest ‘daughter’. She knows how heavily Alice relies on her visions to keep everyone safe. She isn’t a big, hulking being but she still loves her family fiercely. “I don’t blame you, Alice. Not one bit. The only person to blame is the newborn, and even he is difficult to blame because he was so young and no one showed him any better.”

Edward scoffs and shakes his head in wonder. “You and Carlisle are far too kind.”

Esme, in a surprising show of immaturity, rolls her eyes. “I’m certainly not okay with what happened. I’m.... still very uncomfortable,” she admits. Anything that reminded her of Charles and her previous suffering was unwelcome. She doesn’t like falling back into those memories. They make her feel small and scared again.

Carlisle smooths a large hand down her arm and tries to imbue all the love he can into the simple touch. He presses a kiss to her cleaned curls, breathing in the scent of her, safe and sound.

“We won’t let it happen again.” Edward says with an unearned confidence.

“You can’t promise that, sweetheart,” Esme chastises gently. Edward huffs because he knows she’s correct. “The only promise I ever need is that you all will be a support when needed.”

“Always,” Emmett assures. Rosalie nods beside him, her eyes determined. Jasper sends Esme waves of affirmation.

“That’s the most I can hope for. Having you all makes me very lucky.” Carlisle hugs her tight to his side.

“We’re the ones who are lucky to have you.” A ghost of a smile crosses Esme’s lips at her husband’s words. She presses a kiss to his neck and nuzzles in close. The comfort of her family soothes her. Despite her inability to sleep, she feels like this security in their presence is therapeutic. The murmurs of her family wrap her up warmly. She knows that everyone will be sticking close to her for the coming months.

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More in-depth warnings: In general, be aware that there are mentions of past assaults during Esme and Rose’s human lives. Mentions of Esme’s human husband, Charles. There are also mild descriptions of injuries done to a vampire.

[onthesandsofdreams]

An Investigative Vacation

Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale Rating: T Summary: “Zira, do you think the Loch Ness monster exists?” Words: 1343 Notes: For @mousedetective and @heart-lit, who both requested the same prompt [“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”] First in my ‘100 ways to say I love you’ series. Also, @mousedetective, happy birthday!

Read @ AO3

It comes up over dinner.

“Zira, do you think the Loch Ness monster exists?”

Aziraphale looks up from his plate, and frowns at the curious look of Crowley. “I – well,” he stumbles. “I honestly don’t know, perhaps? We exist, so it may also do. Why?”

Crowley takes a large mouthful of wine, “Curiosity, more than anything. I mean, we lost the unicorns. And I was wonder what exactly the monster is.”

“Well, I don’t know.” Aziraphale takes a far more measured drink of wine. “It would be interesting to see, well, to find out if it’s real and if it is, what it is.”

Crowley lets his glasses fall, and looks at Aziraphale from above them. “Think we should do our own investigation? We could go, wait it out for a bit and see if Nessie actually comes up for us.”

Aziraphale freezes and sets down the fork with food, “Well, I suppose it could be fun? Interesting too, to find if Nessie is real.” Then he frowns once more, “But if we get them on film or photograph, do you think they’d call it a hoax?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Crowley has returned to his steak. “But who says we have to publish it? It’s just us, a demon and an angel doing some research, for science.”

Aziraphale can’t help the laughter that escapes him. “Oh yes, science. Because that’s a thing you do.”

“Well neither do you.” Crowley shots back. “So, what do you say? You, me, the car and road trip to Loch Ness?”

There’s a part of Aziraphale that wants to say no, but the world is currently safe, and this is something relatively harmless. As Crowley has already pointed out, they do not need to say anything about their discovery, so he lets excitement fill him and grins, “Very well! Let us plan a weekend trip and see what happens!”

Crowley grins, “Oh thank Go – Sa – Somebody! I thought you’d say no.”

“Well, it’s harmless,” Aziraphale sits upright and puts a serious look on his face, but his eyes betray his good humor, “just two investigators on a private mission.”

“Cheers to that,” Crowley lifts his glass and they meet in the middle.

“I’ll drink to that,” Aziraphale agrees.

And that is how it goes. Aziraphale does the research, of course he does. He knows that it would take ten hours to drive from London to Loch Ness without rest, but he feels like they should make it a proper vacation, and on impulse, he suggests a week off. Crowley’s surprised, but accepts it delighted.

They pour over maps, and look for places to rest and visit in between. When all of it is ready, they pack their bags and ready themselves.

The make their way up North on a sunny Monday morning, they leave London behind, and soon enough they are several hours into their drive. There go there in silence, it’s a comfortable thing for them. There’s no need for them to fill it with nothing. Only music.

Halfway during their drive, they stop on the agreed point and spend the rest of the day just relaxing and eating good food and having a look around. There’s not much to see, but the small town is comfortable and so are their lodgings.

They spend the night and they leave in the early morning, they still have another five hours to drive to get to their destination.

“Do you think Nessie would come and greet us?” Aziraphale finally asks.

Crowley shrugs, “Who knows, maybe she’ll realize we’re different and she will.” Then turns to Aziraphale and grins, “Would that be hysterical, humans have been trying to spot her for decades, and she pops up to say to us?”

Aziraphale can’t help the smile, “Well, I’d be very honoured that she came up and say hello,” he then frowns, “we’re only taking phone pictures, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, she deserves her privacy.”

When they arrive, the village of Drumnadroicht is quite quaint. They set in their accommodations and simply relax, they just finished a five hour drive and while neither of them tire, it’s the principle of the thing, they find a place to eat and walk around a while. They leave their adventuring for the next day.

They rise early, and they have a quick breakfast and make their way to the lake. They decide for a boat, maybe they’ll have good luck on their first try. Aziraphale pay attention to the guide and Crowly simply stares at the lake, “Come on Nessie,” he hisses. “If you’re there, pop by and say hello to older things than you.”

Aziraphale discreetly shoves him with the elbow, “Dear, be nice.”

Crowley shrugs. And they spend several hours waiting, but they have no luck. They return and wonder around, find another place to eat from the previous day and opt out from the Nessie museum, they’ll go there the following day. They have, after all, a week.

“Can’t believe the audacity,” Crowley jokes, when it’s just the two of them. “We came all the way from London, and Nessie didn’t pop up.”

“How dare she,” Aziraphale laughs. “But dear, we still have a few days more. Who knows, maybe she’s shy?”

“Oh that’d be a first, a shy monster.”

It’s Aziraphale’s turn to shrug. “Well, her prerogative.”

The following day, they visit the museum, Crowley stares at the photo that was taken decades before, as if he could discern what it was with just sheer force of will. “I don’t remember her,” he says in a low voice to Aziraphale.

“Neither do I,” Aziraphale agrees. “But then again, our hand was not in everything.”

“True.” Crowley concedes easily enough. “Who do you think made her, if she’s real that is?”

“Not a single clue, maybe… you know.”

Crowley frowns and pursues his lips, but doesn’t say anything. When they are done with museum, they opt to try again at the lake. No luck again this time.

The following day, they visit Urquhart Castle and just wander around, and once more they try the lake, they come empty handed once again. And so it goes for the remaining days that they are there. It’s only when they are saying goodbye, late at night, that something moves in the lake, both rush forward and do their best to get their phones ready, but as soon as it pops, it’s gone. It leaves them more questions than answers.

“Bloody hell,” Crowley swears as he shoves his phone back. “It’s official, there’s something there and she’s mocking usss,” he can’t help that the hiss that elongates his last word. “Damn it.”

“That’s disappointing,” It’s Aziraphale’s response. “I told you, maybe she’s shy.”

“Well sshe just wassn’t sshy right now, jusst mocking.”

“Dear, you’re hissing again.”

Crowley’s blank look is all that Aziraphale gets. Then a shrug and Crowley turns to glare at the lake once more, and Aziraphale knows that Crowley is glaring, glasses or no, he could always tell.

They stay there an hour longer than they planned, but in the end, no other sign of anything. They leave, quite disappointed, they have a long drive tomorrow morning.

It had not been ideal, to make the ten hour drive, but their time is up. And while it’s true that they could stay another week, Aziraphale is reluctant to be away from his shop that long. And Crowley will indulge him in any ways that he can.

They have been driving for several hours, when Aziraphale turns towards Crowley and says, “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

And Crowley turns, and looks at Aziraphale’s soft face and understands what he means. Crowley gives him a cheeky grin, then checks there are no cars behind then and stops. They exchange places and Aziraphale takes the wheel, “Why don’t you nap a bit dear? I’ll drive for a while, then wake you.”

“Sure why not,” Crowley doesn’t mind. “Just take care of my car.”

“Always dear, always.”

And they continue their journey home, safe and sound.

[zillyeh]

Something in the Eyes

Word count: 1399

Content warning: The teeniest implication of drugs at the end, if I overlooked smth lmk

Synopsis: Genny and Zippie have a fun conversation outside the Jackknife :)

Docs Version

   It wasn't surprising that a paranoid hemoanon didn't care for a rainbowdrinker. Gengun understood. It wasn’t as if he were helping their cold friendship along any by flirting with her girlfriend. Presumed girlfriend? Zipper had some stake in Bess, but the two were both still cagey about it.

   Either way. Genny was unbothered by Zippie’s… borderline hostility for the most part. Sure she was crazy, but not to an extent that Gen felt in danger from her. 

   "Felzee!" 

   He still shrunk back when he heard her bark his name. Perhaps because he'd never introduced himself with his last name, but that was besides the point.

   Gen hardened his expression a bit, taking his hand off his bike handle. This was one of the Jackknife's lazier nights. Gen wouldn't have come otherwise. He figured it was time for him to mosey on out when it started emptying for real. Apparently Zipper figured it was prime time to… come corner him outside? Gee he sure hoped not.

   "What's up, Undertaker?" He asked coolly, fishing in his pocket for his lighter. Zipper was… harsh. Even in the low light. Angles where there wasn't muscle, uncomfortably hornless and scarred where they once were. It was hard to not be unsettled by her. 

   "I got a bone to pick with you." Zippie said. Gen sighed around the cigarette in his mouth.

   “I'm not into fighting you.” He said, attempting to sound less bothered than the prospect of that made him feel. “Wanna light?"

   "Yes but no." Her zipper mask was mercifully undone enough for her not to be muffled. "I'm not here to kick your ass for making eyes at my bartender. It's more a question bone."

   "Right... Question bone." Gen ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at his bike. Was running worth it? Maybe, but… it was rare he got to actually speak to her. Uh. At least on more… neutral terms. This would be fine. Right? As long as you know who didn't rear their ugly head.

   "Uh, go on, I guess. No promises, I got an answer."

   "I think you do." She said, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. Gen eyed her tattoos in the darkness as she spoke. "You know what I got going on under the skin?"

   "What?" Gen was half caught off guard by the wording of the question, half lost in the eyes of the skull on her bicep. Zipper batted her grey disguised eyes impatiently. Oh. Oh! 

   "Oh, uh, no. I'm uh. Don't really have the nose for caste. I mostly gotta go by temperature." Was he… in trouble here? The Undertaker's expressions were inscrutable on a good night, but in the low light outside her club she might as well not have a face.

   Her hard eyes took in Gengun suspiciously. Those contacts of hers caught just enough light to see them clearly. They were, in Gengun's opinion, the most terrifying part of her. Exhausted, heavy lidded, injured in some permanent way around the sclera. Her long lashes were nowhere near enough to soften her sharp gaze. It was enough to make Gengun debate hopping on his motorcycle again.

   "...Alright." Zipper said finally. Gengun blew out a nervous cloud of smoke.

   "Uh, sorry if that's been bugging you. I didn't really think about it 'til recently." He said, whatever façade of strength he'd wanted to put up against her gone.

   "It's fine." She said, arms still crossed over her chest. "...Is that cigarette offer still open?"

   Gen nodded fumbling in his deep pockets again for his box. A chill on this unseasonably warm spring evening shot up his spine as his fingers closed around his lighter again. 

   Hee hee.

   "Oh goddammit." Gen said under his breath. He glanced back to Zipper, then once again to see her… frozen? There was something else in her eyes now. Fixed on something behind him, wider than Gen had ever seen them and… Afraid? No, not quite. More like… Bracing for impact.

   "Hi ladies." Sulphur's rasp of voices said over Gengun's shoulder. Their near corporeal fingers dug into his shoulder.

   "Oh fuck off you." Gen grumbled. He was hoping that tonight would have been warm enough to deter them until he got home. Oh when would lady luck stop being so annoyed with him?

   "You see that too?" Zipper asked, a waver to her voice that made Gen more uncomfortable than when she was pissed off.

   "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. That's my uh… Parasite."

   "Bitch." 

   “Cunt.”

   Sulphur made a choking noise that could have been a scoff. Zippie relaxed slightly.  Gengun groaned and waved his lighter at the shadow, Sulphur disappearing where the flame light touched it. They still didn't fully disappear, though. Genny's frustration seemed to amuse them. 

   "I'm busy. Go catch fire."

   "So mean to usss." That cloud of darkness hissed childishly, avoiding a swipe of Gen's lit cigarette. They giggled and put themself between him and Zippie.

   "WE think you should introduce us to your friend." They said. Their glowing yellow eye spots traveled across their 'torso' to look at Zipper.

   "I don't want an introduction." Zippie said, something steely in her eyes now. That waver in her voice was gone for the most part.

   "You're rude too." Sulphur huffed.

   "Damn right I am. Felzee. Can you-"

   "If I could they wouldn't be here." Gen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Best thing I can do is scoot, left my good matches at home." Zipper hummed thoughtfully and looked at her hands.

   "Thinking about caressing my face, masky?" Sulphur teased, the amorphous black blob sprouting hands again. "I don't think you can.~ Sad. You're handsome." 

   Gen grimaced, but through Sulphur he could see Zippie spark.

   "Uh huh." She said, her eyes a brilliant glowing crimson. "We can test that, yeah?"

   Before Gen could really process what was happening in front of him, Zippie grabbed Sulphur’s arm. Physically. As if they were made of flesh.

   "How-"

   "How-"

   "Lookie ookie at that, huh?" Zippie sounded unsurprised. Gen backed away a few steps. "Let's see…" 

   Whatever Zipper had coursing through her veins was dangerous. Her whole arm sparked red, from her shoulders to her fingertips. Sulphur howled an awful noise as her electricity not just disappeared them, but seemingly shattered them. They ripped to pieces in a flash, and just as quick as they came they were gone.

   "Holy shit." Gen breathed. Zippie shook out her wrist, those raised metal bumps in her skin shining in the light.

   "Uh, can you teach me how to do that?" He asked, maybe half serious. He was sure that wouldn’t be permanent. Nothing with Sulphur was. She laughed, some bitterness to the raspy sound.

   "Trust me, you don't wanna know where that comes from."

   "Right. You seem… kind of unphased. By that." Gens eyes were still fixed on that spot Sulphur had disappeared from. Undertaker indeed.

   "Easier deal with than mine." Zippie shrugged. 

   "Yours?" Gen tilted his head slightly. Zippie chewed her lip and looked back to her club. Light poured out the front door as the last couple stragglers were encouraged out onto the sidewalk. The unmistakable figure of Bessba waved at the two of them- or maybe just Zippie.

   "Nevermind." She sighed, giving her probably girlfriend a wave back. "Forget the smoke too. I'll get in trouble." She eyed Gen appraisingly before putting one of her hands at about eye level.

   "You want some juice before you go?" She asked, sparking green this time. Was she really going to ask him that after what Genny had just witnessed? Sure he had an idea of what that other one did, but… 

   "Pass." Gen said, eying her hand warily. That would be an experiment for another time.

   "Suit yourself." Zippie shrugged. She patted his arm in the way an uncomfortable paternal figure might a child. "Good talk."

   "I'll, uh, catch you later, Undertaker.” Gen said with a wave. Zipper snorted as she turned to return to her club.

   “Watch out for yourself Felzee.” She said. After a few steps she turned on her heel to walk backwards- a dangerous act in those boots of hers. “Also if I don’t see you in my church its Zippie.”

   “Uh, yes... sir.”

   Zippie barked out a laugh that actually sounded amused. With that she left Gengun on the sidewalk. This time blissfully, actually alone for the first time in what felt like ages.

[disco-tea]

Let’s talk about dancing.

Okay so I know a lot of people tend to headcanon that Five isn’t much of a dancer and I think that’s *mostly* true but I have hope that there’s a funky lil dancer in there somewhere and I really wanna see him (and Ben) dance so bad. So here’s how I could see it happening.

Either it would be when he’s completely by himself and it’s a song he likes and he has a moment like Diego in S1 and just closes all the doors and makes sure he’s alone before letting loose and allowing himself to dance.

Or.

If it were to happen with other people around I could see it being with Vanya and maybe somehow our Ben?? Anyway, so maybe they’re just chilling for once and they’ve had a few drinks and Vanya is a bit tipsy and starts to dance along with Ben because there’s a good song on the radio. Five just shakes his head and smiles as he watches them from the bar/table where he’s finishing his drink. After a few moments, Vanya is like “come dance with usss” and Five just gives a small smile and quietly declines. He goes to take another swig from his drink but almost spills before he can get it set down because suddenly Vanya is there and is pULLING HIM AWAY FROM THE TABLE AND ONTO THE DANCEFLOOR. He’s not mad but he is resisting by letting his feet drag and spluttering protests like “no, no, Van, I’m too old to dance no—“ But Vanya is undeterred and starts dancing again and when Five doesn’t join in she lightly takes his arms and sways them along with her while he stands there completely limp. Eventually Five starts to loosen up and bob his head and move his shoulders to the beat (like in the promo) and after a few more drinks he loses the tie and the jacket and we find out he has both the worst and most adorable old man dance moves ever. Eventually they’re all very drunk and dancing horribly but they don’t care because they’re smiling and laughing and honestly it’s the most fun Five has had in 45 years.

Then, of course, there’s also the option of a clothes shopping scene like we’ve also talked about which I would also absolutely adore. Either way, I just want to see him dance darn it lol

[pink-enby-in-distress]

My mom finished her separate session w my therapist!! And she called her out on her shit. then my mom had a talk w meee

Heres how that went:

pros:

-My mom realized how much shes fucking me up!

-She said shes gonna try to do better

-She realized how much shes like her abusive mom

-She realized how shes been upholding the trauma cycle!

-um she asked me a bunch of questions about me feeling safe

-kinda realized she was guilting me like her mom did her

Cons:

-Um, well it was kinda the same promises

-I was being disrespectful some how, tho i was always honest and i didnt yell or aim to upset her, i think she just didnt like what i was saying

-she didnt listen to me when i was telling her i wanted to wait to talk to my therapist

-idk if she didnt wanna listen but, she wasnt understanding that her being unpredictable fucked me up but idrk if thats a con

-she kept telling about herself and how she was young. but, in retrospect!! a lot of it was explaining reasons instead of excuses!

-still needed control and didnt listen to me when i told her things that were important

-doesnt accept that shes the main problem. That she needs to observe her own behaviors. Just because i tell her sm shit doesnt mean she applys it even half the time.

-"[redacted] you have to put in some effort!! For the both of usss." shes right!! kind of. im just pissed and doubtful and tired

-idk im tired

i had,, a sorta good convo w my mom. shes still trying to be in control but,, honestly i opened up so fucking much and the only thing she offered up was "Let's start fresh! Not forgetting but, no holding things against each other! (her, she means her) Leave your door unlocked! And I'll knock this time, cmon (redacted) we BOTH have to try. I'm still your mom something something disrespectful. I undeestanddd your hesitation because Ive said this/this happens over and over but just do it, [relatively] we agree to keep your door unlocked for a week (my next session) amd im not gonna bother you! (it's way more than that i literally feel unsafe around you)"

I wanted to w a i t, to talk to my therapist. Bc i need reassurance from her. Shes focused on making me trust her and earning my trust! But she wont let me wait to talk to my therapist, someone who i already actually trust and need advice and reassurance from:/

Now that i wrote it all out, there werent any changes at all, except i opened up even more, as usual tho. But i was so vulnerable, and i didnt cry, and the only difference is she asked me more questions and empty promises. I opened up s o fucking m u c h. And i got the same thing, just less arguing. which is good tho!! We didnt argue much, bc i kinda just gave up n idk, im tireddd and i felt like we made progress since i opened up to her

The only reason my voice wasnt shaking and i wasnt having an anxiety attack was bc i have my therapist who i trust and ik she'll listen to me if something went wrong. Which tells you something since ive had 2 hour long sessions w her, and my entire life w ny mom:)

But i mean, there are a lot of pros!!! A lot of realizations!! idk im just very tired and scared ig. Very scared and tired,, but im great at hiding it:)

I honestly, still dont want to heal our relationship. im seeing a lot of fucking contrasttt, and im still just, wanting to move out. But, im supposed to put effort in and fix it, even tho im the victim, so ig i shall