#i want my brothers and sisters to be better versions of themselves and talk like adults not middle schoolers

[swiss-cheez]

Hey !that's your sign I urge you to take action against wordsworthathousandpictures, jaquemes, and jaquesmes, who have been posting clear threats and blackmailing girls, especially through the account wrong-one-on-the-right-day , his actions have already caused immense distress, leading one girl to leave due to panic. Let us come together to create a safe space for everyoneto prevent further harm.Allah Almighty sees all of us, and it’s our responsibility to protect each other.Report and block and spread out this message if you can

Imma say this once and once only. I don't do he say she say type behavior. Those people who can't be up front off anon about serious things can't be taken seriously.

I am unbiased, I don't know the full picture from both sides. I have spoken to my brother in Islam, but i also dont kniw him like that. Also, i have no idea who you are.

Your approach might not be the best suitable way to go about this. I take defamation, abuse, and these things very seriously.

As far as it goes for creating a safe space, sorry to say but people need to not be dumb. It takes two to tango, and I'm not validating what you accused of anyone because again idk you and idc about tumblr drama. That's my safe space. Y'all need to get hip with not responding to anyone and everyone. You guys don't really have to share stuff about you with others. I love my mutuals on here, but I keep my personal life private for the most. I just simply don't trust others to be quite frank.

I advise yall to be kind, but don't be stupid. I'm going to try to follow my own advice.

Spreading this message for that intent without an ounce of clarity is like a donkey carrying books saying that it's well read. I don't have an ounce of clarity.

Normally I don't even post these type of messages from anon, I don't want others fooled by anons. But seriously, don't bother giving me advice on anon. I HATE that shit, take responsibility for your words. Bitter or sweet doesn't bother me. I prefer direct, but also don't tell me about other's business. It's not my business and I don't have the youth to chase meaningless interactions on a blog.

May Allah grant you the best of the dunya and especially of the Aakhira.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Fucking hell Nightbringer really gave me everything huh god

Henry 1.0 origin story

Cerberus origin story

Satan's cat thing origin story

"Goldie in Freezer" origin story

Levi's Ruri-chan obsession origin story

Mammon being scared of ghosts/horror origin story

More in depth version of Solomon & Asmo's first meeting/pact origin story

A painful reason for why Asmo's room looks like that

What the tsl characters would have been like irl (the absolute worst wtf simeon)

Mammon's issues finally discussed in depth

Mammon being extremely ride or die for Lucifer

Almost instant Mammon & MC friendship

Mammon being just so amazed by MC and also insanely supportive of them

Mammon being willing to do anything for his brothers, being more sure of himself, almost instantly following Lucifer's orders and making the others do so as well

Levi's issues discussed in depth.

Levi straight up saying he was depressed and still is

Levi's friendship with MC!

Levi & Lucifer's relationship!!!!!

Levi being shy and scared and just so 😖

Things being bad in the Celestial Realm even before they left

Asmo's issues being discussed in depth

Asmo very explicitly having body dysmorphia

The brothers being much more supportive and loving of each other

Lucifer being visibly scared of losing another family member and being insanely overprotective because of it

The brothers being slowly overtaken by their sins (something that was always a part of them but also something they could control as angels) and losing control of themselves

The brothers gaining new magic

Satan being a fucking mess

Satan not really fitting in and all of them being really awkward around him

Satan's issues being discussed in depth

Belphie's issues being discussed in depth

Belphie expressing passive suicidal ideation

Belphie talking about how he needs someone to blame for what happened to Lilith so he can process it/make sense of it even if that someone is himself

Lucifer's issues being touched on from from different perspectives/angles

Diavolo's issues being hinted at

Simeon's issues being vaguely discussed

More about Lilith! (remember my post about how lilith definitely wasn't a sweet little angel because there's no way the universe would let lucifer catch a break? I was right!!! She was as much a little shit as the rest of her family!)

More about the demon king! (He wanted to stop the war too🥺 also a whole line of previous demon kings!)

More about god/how angels work (all angels are brothers & sisters but not technically family the way lucifer & his siblings are!)

ADAM!?!?!?!?!?

Solomon & MC's Sorcerer & Apprentice relationship seen in full detail!

MC being absolutely amazing

MC being competent and powerful and dangerous and resourceful and confident and the brothers realising all that but them also being funny and snarky and chaotic and outgoing and homesick and caring

References to present (s1-s4) brothers (& how they'll tear solomon apart if he doesn't bring MC back)

NIGHTBRINGER!? BARBATOS!!!??? but past barbatos doesn't seem to know anything about MC and present barbatos is helping solomon bring MC back....so who...?

References to Noble demons and conservative demons and devildom politics

Angel - Demon prejudice /racism from both sides explicitly shown

The brothers being war criminals and how the devildom sheltering them nearly re-started the war between the two realms

None of them being able to identify MC as a human (it takes Diavolo a long time + Lucifer straight up denies it when MC tells him), Adam & Nightbringer saying MC has the "power of angels", MC's favourite manga being one where the youngest child out of 7 is described as being angelic (*cough*lilith*cough*), Diavolo, even after knowing MC is a human, going "what are you"..... me softly chanting: nephilim!mc nephilim!mc nephilim!mc

The lessons flow better? It doesn't feel like one arc is squished into two lessons and then you must immediately jump into another different arc. It feels like it's all just happening in a connected sequence?

Better pacing in my opinion. It doesn't feel rushed.... like the part where satan discovers cats and then later is seen still sitting next to the cat and watching it? It feels appropriately spaced out

MC's relationships with everyone doesn't feel isolated. Like earlier there'd be a lesson or two dedicated to one character and we won't see much of the other characters during it. Now it feels like everyone is there interacting with everything in a normal, natural way. Yes there are lessons dedicated to getting to know one brother but the others are there, interacting with each other and MC during that time as well

The emotions & relationships are discussed/written in a way that feels very real and believable that it becomes actually really moving (s1-s4 also did this well but in nightbringer because of arcs/scenes/relationships not being isolated, of things flowing better and having a better pacing, of them outright discussing their issues it has a greater impact - yes I cried more than once shut up)

In the end, Nighbringer is darker than og OM! but not in the "grrr gonna kill you" way. It's "darker" because they address more serious topics in depth

[harringtonstilinski]

..Ready For It? (Steve's Version) - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 6,219 Warnings: fluff, use your imagination for the lingerie Requested: no | yes; i hope it meets your expectations, @fandom-princess-forevermore!! Smut: no | yes; oral (f receiving), protected p in v, first name kink is that even a thing?, A/N: Hi, friends! Surprise, surprise, another smut piece! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Steve Harrington. Your assignment partner turned best friend… turned crush. It all started sophomore year when you two were assigned to be partners in math class. Your teacher claimed that the lesson was going to be a hard one and that two heads would be better than one. So, he decided to partner the students up in order to see if his claims were true.

They weren’t true… for you at least. You found the harder stuff a little bit more easier than the easier materials. Steve, of course, struggled a little, but once he got the hang of it, you flew through the lesson, finishing in three days rather than the four your teacher said it’d take. 

When Steve had come to you the following Monday, handing you the math test you’d taken the previous Friday with a smile that he was trying so hard to contain, you knew he passed with at least a low C. 

A smile had crossed your face at seeing the 80/B on his paper, your eyes landing on his before he excitedly picked you up and spun you around in the middle of the hallway, not caring that there were other students walking around that you almost kicked.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. That was, of course, was after the youngest Byers boy went missing, only to be found a week later in some place called the Upside Down, titled that by your little brother Dustin and his friends, that called themselves the Party.

Steve had protected you, your brother and his friends during the events of Dart, as well as the latest event; The Mind Flayer, that apparently hadn’t gone away like you all had thought. Steve and Robin, both of your best friend, had lost their jobs at Scoops that was located in Starcourt Mall before it burned down… from all the fireworks that you all had thrown at the nasty creature.

Now, you were sitting on a stool at the counter of Family Video, Steve and Robin’s newest job, reading your book. You were completely lost in the words on the pages, you didn’t register what Steve and Robin were talking about.

“I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to try and be with someone long term,” Steve said. “It’s just that I haven’t met anyone that I would want to be with long term.”

“Aside from one girl that’s sitting at our checkout/return counter reading a book?” Robin bemused, gesturing her head towards you, gaining Steve’s attention. 

As he looked at you, he watched as you smiled at something in your book before you chuckled at the pages, your head shaking as you turned the page, a gasp sounding from you not a moment later before you exclaimed “Traitor!” at the page. 

Looking up from your book, your face dropped as you saw the smirks on Steve and Robin’s faces. “This fucker is a damn traitor. Tristan promised Carmen a date and that he wasn’t in love with any other woman, but he lied! He’s going on a date with a woman that’s not– oh, wait.” You had looked back down to get more details, but realized you hadn’t read onto the next paragraph for an explanation. “Nevermind. It was his fucking sister.”

Groaning, you placed your bookmark into your book, closing it and looking up. “Hey, is Keith here?”

“Yeah, why?” Robin asked.

“What do you say to the three of us,” you said, pointing to yourself, as well as Steve and Robin. “Going to get some lunch. I’m starving.”

When your eyes landed on Steve’s, he shrugged and looked towards Robin, who had a knowing look on her face. “You two go ahead and go,” she said, patting Steve on the shoulder. “Someone needs to be here to hold down the fort.”

“Perfect! Well, I mean, not–”

Steve chuckled, turning his body towards the back rooms. “I’m gonna go let Keith know I’m taking my break. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded before grabbing your book, shoving it into your purse before standing up and walking to the Rom-Com section, skimming through the movies you might want to rent for your movie night with Max, since her mom wasn’t being much of a mom these days since Neil took off after Billy had died.

“Oh, Max the store before you got here,” Robin said. “She said she has to cancel tonight. Lucas wants to hang out with her.”

Sighing, you moved from the Rom-Com’s over to the Crime section, spotting a movie that had been one of your favorites for a couple of years. Smiling to yourself, you picked it up and walked over to the counter, Robin already waiting for you. 

She looked at the cover before looking up at you through your lashes. “The Outsiders?”

“Again?” Steve asked, grabbing something from under the counter. 

“Yes, Steven, again,” you deadpanned. “It’s a good movie.”

“How many times have you-” he started, only to face Robin to ask her, “How many times has she checked it out?”

Clicking through the computer, Robin’s eyes stayed on the screen. When she got to your information, she sighed and said, “Four.”

“Seriously?” Steve asked, looking at you through his lashes.

Shrugging, you said, “I can’t help it! Rob Lowe is just- mmm.”

Steve and Robin chuckled as Keith came out from the back, your eyes going wide before you ducked behind the counter, trying to hide from the store manager. 

“I saw you, Henderson,” Keith said.

As you stood, you smiled shyly, resting an arm on the counter. “Heeeeey, Keith. Haven’t I told you that–”

“You’re not checking it out again,” he said.

“Oh, come on!” you whined. “Why not?”

“We have a three rent rule. You can only rent a movie three times.”

“What?! That’s not a rule!”

“That’s my rule.”

Narrowing your eyes, you asked quietly, “Is this because I wouldn’t go on a date with you when you were manager of the arcade?”

All he did was munch on a Cheeto Puff before he turned and walked back into the back of the store, leaving you to groan and toss your head back. “He’s such a dick.”

Chuckling, Steve typed something on the computer before walking around the counter to you. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch and then after my shift, you and I can hang out. Have our own little movie night.”

You pretended to think about it for a moment before locking your eyes with Steve’s, chuckling when you saw the deadpan expression on his face. “Okay, okay. We can do that. I’ll have to go get some popcorn and candy.”

“Why don’t you guys start early?” Robin said. “Steve, I’ll tell Keith some lame excuse so that you and this fine lady here can enjoy each other’s company.”

“That’s okay, Robin,” you said. “I have some things to take care of at home first before his shift ends.”

“Are you sure?” they asked.

Chuckling, you replied, “Yes, twins, I’m sure.” Looking at Steve, you looped your arm through his, smiling. “Let’s go, Harrington!”

~~~

After you and Steve had lunch, he took you both back to Family Video, where your car was. You told him that you had to go home for a little while but that you’d be at his house after getting the popcorn and candy for your impromptu movie night.

As you were folding your laundry that you washed earlier in the day, your landline rang. Without looking away from the shirt you had grabbed from your laundry basket, you picked the receiver up, putting it in between your ear and shoulder. “You’ve reached the best looking Henderson, what’s up?” A chuckle on the other end had you sighing. “What do you want, Munson?”

“Just wondering if Dustin is coming to Hellfire tonight, princess. That’s all.”

“I play one freaking time and you all refer to me as princess since.”

“It’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable,” you deadpan. “Uhm, I’m not sure. Why not call the house and ask?”

Eddie sighed on his end. “I did, but he told me to call you and ask if you could bring him.”

Looking off the side, you scrunched your brows, pausing your motions of putting the shirt on a hanger. “He couldn’t have just asked me to bring him, or you for that matter?”

“Eh, it’s more fun to annoy you.” You could hear the smugness in his voice as you closed your eyes and sighed heavily. “I already know what you’re going to say, so thank you, princess.”

“You’re fucking welcome,” you gritted through clenched teeth. “I have to run a couple of errands before I drop him off, but it’s your responsibility to bring him home, Munson!”

“Don’t worry, m’lady. He will be home, safe and sound after Hellfire.”

A small smile crossed your face. “Thanks, Munson.” As the two of you hung up, you sighed, thanking the stars above that Dustin had another older male figure in his life other than Steve, who worked a lot and barely had time for Dustin. 

The thought made you sad as you put another shirt on another hanger before your phone rang again. A groan fell from your lips, your head tilting back in frustration before you picked the receiver back up, answering with “Henderson.”

“Should I come pick you up?”

“Steve-”

“I know you said you needed to run-”

“I have to take Dustin to Hellfire tonight, but I’ll get the stuff and be over right after. I promise!”

“Okay,” Steve chuckled. “Don’t forget the stuff!”

“What makes you think I’m gonna forget?”

~~~

“I forgot the stuff,” you said after Steve opened his door, a sheepish smile on your face.

All Steve could do was chuckle and shake his head, Standing to the side, he let you walk in as you rambled.

“I took Dustin to Hellfire, and I was gonna go before I took him, but he was super insistent-” Stealing a glance at him through your lashes, you muttered, “You know how he can be-” Going back to taking off your coat and shoes. “So, when we got to the school, the Club was outside and they wanted me to hang out for a minute, so I did and then one minute led to another and next thing I knew-” You started walking into the kitchen. “I had lost track of the time and when it hit me that I had actual plans with you, I was rushing out of the school, trying not to break any road ru-” You turned around, not seeing Steve standing behind you. “Steve?”

“Living room,” he chuckled.

Walking into the living room with the drinks you had grabbed from the fridge during your rant, you sighed. Setting the drinks down, you sat on the couch, propping your feet up on the table in front of you, crossing your ankles. “So, what movie is going to be gracing our eyes tonight, dear Steven?”

Steve slightly stiffened at you calling him by his full first name. He didn’t know why, but he loved you calling him that. It made his cock twitch in his pants. Sighing to himself, that didn’t go unnoticed by you, he messed with the VCR before standing from his squatting position. “You’ll see,” he replied, walking over to sit next to you.

“Is it Fast Times? I swear to shit, Steve, if it’s Fast Times again–”

“You. Will. See,” he said, poking your leg with two words before poking your side with the last word.

“Okay, don’t tickle me or else we’ll be rolling on the floor having a tickle fight.”

While the previews played, you got comfortable against Steve, resting your head against his shoulder as his arm came to wrap around you. As he lightly rubbed up and down your arm, he asked, “Did you finish your book today?”

“Almost,” you sighed. “I have a few pages left, but when I went to go start on the last chapter, Dustin almost got my door stuck in the wall with how hard he opened it.”

Steve chuckled, continuing the motions on your arm. “I forget you guys have pocket doors.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse sometimes.” Your eyes lit up as you looked at the tv screen, seeing The Outsiders title card. Sitting straight up, your eyes widened in excitement and happiness before you turned to look at Steve. “You rented it?!”

Nodding his head, Steve smiled softly. “You wanted to watch it, so I- oh, shit!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing him to laugh.

“You’re welcome. Now, sit down so we can watch it.”

About halfway through the movie, you started to yawn, moving your head to get more comfortable on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled, trying to look down at you. “you tired?”

Yawning again, you nodded. “A little. I cleaned and did laundry today. That normally makes me really tired once I’ve-” Yawn. “-had some time to relax.”

“Do you want to go to bed?”

You looked up at him, smiling a little. “Sure.” As you were getting up, you notice Steve hesitate for a moment. scrunching your brows, you placed a hand on his forearm, asking, “are you okay?”

He looked at you before sitting up to face you some. “Yeah, I'm fine. there’s just… there’s just something I wanna do before we head to bed.”

“What’s-” your words were cut off by Steve gently placing his lips on yours, waiting to see what your reaction would be. 

You were shocked, to say the least, and he didn’t move not one muscle, letting you take the lead on the kiss.

After a moment, he went to pull back, but stopped when your hands cupped either side of his neck, pressing your lips against his.

Your lips moved in sync for a moment, the two of you in kissing bliss… before a throat being cleared had you two breaking apart.

“No funny business, son,” his father said. “Either go up stairs and show her the guest room or take her home.” Mr. Harrington walked away towards his own bedroom as Steve took your hand in his to lead you upstairs.

“Don’t take me to the guest room,” you whispered. “Take me to yours. I wanna finish what we started.” You had a sly smile on your lips as you followed Steve up to his room.

Once inside his little safe haven, he closed the door and grabbed your waist, pulling you toward him before he guided you back to his mattress.

When your back hit the mattress, you started to get nervous. hearing all the girls at school talk about steve and what he did right before sex had you wondering what they were talking about back then. Now that you were seeing first hand, your nerves were starting to show.

He crawled on top of you, a small smile adorning his features before he kissed you again. He went to kiss your neck, not missing the light gasp that came from your mouth. 

“Mmm, Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered.

“M-maybe we should, uhm… should take things a little slow,” you said, it coming out more as a question than a statement.

He looked at you, cupping your cheek. “We can go at whatever pace you want.”

“Okay,” you breathed, smiling. “ ‘cause I've, uhm… I’ve never-”

Realization dawned on him as you stammered out your words before he quietly asked, “Are you a virgin?”

Looking down at his shirt, you messed with a spot on it, hesitantly nodding your head. When you looked back up at him, he was softly smiling back at you.

“That's okay, baby. I'm glad you told me. Like I said, we can go at whatever pace you want.”

With tears starting to shine in your eyes, you just looked at him, thanking the stars above that they put Steve Harrington into your life. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He kissed you again before getting up off the bed to retrieve some pajama pants for himself, and one of his sleeping shirts for you.

That night, you had the best sleep since November 1983. you almost forgot what it felt like to sleep that good! and it was all thanks to Steve Harrington.

~~~

After that night, you and Steve were practically joined at the hip for the next month! By Christmas, he was calling you his girlfriend, which you didn’t mind not one bit. 

You found yourself ready for intimacy with Steve. You’d been hinting at it while Christmas shopping for your friends and families. Deciding to hint at it one more time to see if he would catch on while the two of you shopped, you stopped at the Victoria’s Secret storefront for a moment before walking inside the store.

“Hey, Steve?” you called after a few minutes of looking around. “What do you think about this?”

Steve walked over towards you, seeing a very sexy piece of lingerie in your hands. “F-for what?” he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. His nervous tick you had noticed way back in high school.

“For me?” you questioned, looking at him with your brows scrunched. “I mean, it’s cute, right?” You went back to looking at the material in your hands. “It’d be cute on, sure, but… wouldn’t it be cute-” You turned to look at him, running your finger up and down his jacket, seductively. “-on your bedroom floor?”

You watched as Steve’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Cheering internally, you were so proud of yourself for taking a step out of your comfort zone. What you didn’t know was that Steve’s cock twitched again when you said it. 

Sighing, you looked at the rack and put the piece of lingerie back, looking at it almost longingly. You knew you were putting on an act, but Steve didn’t. It’s what made it fun for you, despite your inexperience.

Steve had inkling that you were probably getting to give him what you both really wanted, but he ended up shooting that idea down when you told him you didn’t want to talk about it a couple of weeks back.

It’s not that you didn’t want to talk about. It’s that if you did talk about it, you’d want to jump his bones right then and there… when you weren’t ready. And now that you were ready, it seemed like Steve went radio silent on talking about sex.

When Steve had told you that he was gonna go look for one more person to buy a Christmas gift for, your eyes went sad before you nodded and agreed to meet him in the food court. Once he walked away, you smirked slyly to yourself, picking the piece of lingerie back up and walking to the counter, purchasing the material for yourself, deciding that tonight… was going to be the night.

~~~

After you and Steve had met in the food court, you both agreed it was time to go back to his house since your parents were having a Christmas party with all of their friends, something you definitely were not interested in doing at the moment.

When you two made it back to Steve’s house, you told him you needed to do something before you sat down on the couch to enjoy a quiet movie night together. With a smile on your face, you ran up the stairs and to his room, shutting the door before moving to his attached bathroom.

Taking the lingerie out of the bag, your smile fell into a satisfied one as you looked at it. With a contented sigh, you nodded your head, placing it onto the counter part of the sink, removing your clothes and undergarments from the day to put the lingerie on. Deciding to put on some of Steve’s favorite pajamas that you wore, you went to the drawer that housed your pajamas, grabbing the ones you needed out.

After you got dressed, you went back down the stairs, smelling the popcorn that Steve had apparently made. If you hadn’t had sexy underwear on, you’d be more excited about the popcorn.

You wrapped your arms around his middle once you made it to the kitchen, resting your cheek on his back, faintly hearing his heartbeat through his back.

“Well, hello,” Steve said, smiling. He turned around, your head tilting back a little to look at him better as his hands came to your cheeks. “You ready for our movie?”

“Is it-”

“A Christmas Story? Yes. I know you love to watch it during this time of the year.”

All you could do was smile at your boyfriend. You hadn’t been together long, but you could feel the love you had for each other. You also decided that tonight was the night you’d tell him those three words.

Reaching around Steve, you grabbed the popcorn, popping a piece into your mouth while turning and walking into the living room, giving your hips little more swing than normal.

Steve gulped, resting his hands on the counter behind him. “Fuck. I’m in trouble,” he whispered to himself. He grabbed the two water bottles he retrieved from the refrigerator as the popcorn was popping before going into the living with you, stopping dead in his tracks at seeing what you were wearing.

Trying to be as seductive as ever, you put a piece of popcorn into your mouth, asking, “See what you like, Steve?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod as he walked closer to you. After he set the water bottles down, he grabbed the bowl from you, setting it on the table before placing his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

You squealed in surprise before closing your eyes to wrap your arms around Steve’s neck, kissing him back with the same amount of fervor he was kissing you with. Your body moved before you could even think about it, sliding down the couch so that the two of you could get more comfortable.

Steve slotted himself in between your legs, propping himself up on his arms to not crush you. He moved his lips in sync with yours for what felt like forever before he moved his lips from yours to your cheek down to your jaw and neck, where he found your sweet spot, lightly sucking when he heard your gasp of pleasure.

Your fingers carded through the back of his hair, keeping him in place while he worked on your skin. A moan that had escaped had him laughing and kissing that spot he was attacking before looking you in the eyes.

“You like that?” he asked.

With your bottom lip in between your teeth, you nodded before kissing him again, your lips moving in sync before his tongue asked for entrance to your mouth, which you granted. Groaning at the feel on your tongue on his, Steve brought a hand to your outer thigh, hiking your leg up on his hip.

“Steve,” you quietly moaned. “I have,-” His lips on the juncture of your neck and shoulder had you gasping. “I have something,-” Your teeth went in between your teeth as you groaned. “I have-,” Steve moved to your shoulder, pulling the top of your sleeve down before stopping at what he saw. When you looked at his eyes, you giggled. “I was trying to tell you that I have something to show you.”

Lightly pushing Steve off of you, you sat up and stood by the couch, a playful smirk on your face before you turned and ran away from him, laughing. He lightly chuckled as he looked down before taking a deep breath in and getting up from the couch, chasing after you.

He found you in his room, and he almost fell at the sight before him. You, in the lingerie you had shown him at the mall just a few hours before. “You-you bought it in r-red?” he stuttered.

When your eyes met, you nodded shyly, feeling a tad insecure just standing in some sexy underwear in front of him. This was way out of your comfort zone. Excitement burst through you as you watched Steve take his shirt off as he walked towards you, his hands going to your cheeks after he discarded the item to the floor, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that could only be described as heated and hungry.

You moaned into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He picked you up, your legs going around his middle as he turned you both around to lay you down onto his bed, your bodies bouncing with the action. 

Detaching his lips from yours, Steve sat back on his legs, running his hands up your thighs to the top of your panites. “Can I take these off?” he asked.

With your teeth between your lips, you nodded.

He gave you a questioning look, asking, “Are you sure? Because once these come off, there’s no going back.”

“I’m sure,” you whispered. “I’m ready. I want you to take me. Deflower me, as they would say.” Sitting up, you placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly scratching at the hair that was there. “You’re it for me, Steve. Take it… because I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. Because…” It’s now or never. “...because I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too,” he breathed, moving to press his lips against yours before gently laying you back. Slowly pulling the panties down your legs, Steve kept his eyes on you, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

When he pulled the item off, he dropped them to the ground before looking at your knees that were tightly shut. Gently, he pried them apart, not taking his eyes off of you for a second. “Don’t be scared,” he whispered, leaning down to hover over you. “You have not a damn thing to hide from me.”

You nodded before situating yourself up the mattress more, resting your head on his pillow before releasing a deep breath and looking down at Steve, who was already laying on his stomach, looking at your core in awe.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered. Looking up at you, he asked, “This all for me?”

Tentatively, you nodded, doing your best to relax your knees. “All for you, Stevie.” At his look of disapproval, your anxiety started to spike. 

He placed his hands on your thighs as you tried to close your legs. “Not Stevie. Not tonight.”

“S-Steve?” you asked, to which he shook his head. “Steven?”

He all but growled as he looked at your wet heat, licking a strip from your entrance up to your clit, your head tossing back into the pillows as you gasped, your hands coming up to rest beside your head.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed. “Steven!” 

“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Say my name. Screeeeeam my name.”

“Steve,” you whispered, feeling his tongue attack your clit. You gripped the underside of his pillow for some sort of support as he licked another stripe up your core, stopping on your clit. His attention on your bud was almost like he was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. 

Moving one of your hands to your thigh, your fingers laced with Steve’s as you felt your orgasm building. “Oh, my god!” you whined. Looking down at Steve, you breathed, “Holy shit.” 

Looking up at you, Steve asked, “It okay if I finger you?”

Quickly nodding your head, you said, “Yes,” before another whine left your throat at the feel of two of Steve’s fingers sliding into you with ease from all the slick that you and Steve had built up. 

Your moans came out as pants as you squeezed Steve’s hand, feeling him squeeze yours back. “St-Steve… I’m gonna cum.”  A frustrated groan sounded from you when you felt Steve stop all movements. Glaring down at him, you narrowed your eyes, saying, “I swear to god, Steven-.” Your words were cut when he dove back into your core, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you came all over his fingers.

Steve helped you ride out your high, giving you sweet praises as he kissed your inner thigh. “That’s it, baby. You did so good.” Crawling back over you, he smiled before placing his lips on yours, your lips moving in sync as you worked on unbuckling his belt, removing it from its loops on his jeans.

Standing from the bed, Steve slid jeans and boxers down as you propped up on your elbows, teeth right back in between your teeth. He chuckled at you as your eyes went from his eyes, to his chest, his abdomen, and then finally, on his cock. 

Nerves started to creep back in as you trailed your eyes back up his body. “Is… it’s gonna fit, right?” you asked, watching as he slid the condom onto his length before crawling back over you.

He nodded, running a finger through your folds. “It’ll fit.” Grabbing his shaft, he gathered as much wetness from your entrance as he could before going still, letting out a breath. Looking at you, he asked, “It’s gonna hurt. Are you ready for it?”

You let out your own breath, closing your eyes to ready yourself. When you opened your eyes, you looked into the hazel orbs that you loved so much. Threading your hands through the sides of his hair, you nodded, whispering, “I’m ready.”

Steve looked at you for a moment before kissing you, gently, while pushing himself inside of you.

A pained gasp sounded from you, tears springing to your eyes at the intrusion as you squeezed them shut while Steve rested his forehead on your shoulder, grunting. Kissing your shoulder all the way up to the side of your mouth, he voiced his apologies, bringing his arms up to cage in your head, wiping your tears away.

The head of his cock was the only thing inside of you, so when he tried to move in a little more, you whimpered.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. 

You shook your head, swallowing the next whimper that wanted to escape. “It’s okay, it’s fine. Just… gimme a second. You’re fucking huge.”

Sighing, he said, “You’re so fucking tight.” He looked at you, moving hair from your forehead, saying, “Baby, look at me.”

Opening your eyes, you felt two tears fall from the corners down to your ears. He watched as they fell, catching them before they could fall to your ears.

“I gotta try some more or else I’m gonna explode.”

Your chuckle turned into a whimper, almost forgetting that his dick was partially inside you. You took a deep breath, releasing it as you said, “Okay.” Nodding you repeated the word, adding, “Kiss me while you do. It might help the small amount of p-”

He kissed you before you could finish your sentence, pushing inside until he was fully sheathed. 

Breaking the kiss, your head pressed further into the pillow as you loudly exclaimed, “Fuck! That hurts.”

Ever the gentleman that he was, Steve let you adjust to his size as he pressed light kisses all over your cheek, feeling your quick breaths as you adjusted, the pain turning into pleasure.

You sighed, taking the sides of his neck in your hands to bring his face level with yours. “You-you can move now. I think I’m good.”

Steve didn’t say anything as he kissed you, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, the both of you hissing. He set a slow pace to help you get acquainted with the feel of his cock sliding in and out.

“More,” you gasped. “Steven… more.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, going at a faster pace, whines of pleasure meeting his ears. “You feel incredible, baby girl.”

You moaned, arching your back at the use of the nickname before whining in pleasure as Steve bucked a little harder than he intended. “Fuck, Steve. Do that again.”

He looked at you, stopping his movements. “You sure?”

“I swear to fuck, Steve, if you don’t move-” Your words were cut off by a gasp in pleasure at the feel of Steve’s hips snapping into yours. “Ho-ly shit,” you said with each thrust of his hips.

“Goddamn, you feel incredible,” Steve grunted.

“You might’ve mentioned that,” you said, a smile on your face. 

Gasping, you carded your fingers through the back of his head, gripping onto his locks gently as he brought his fingers to your clit, circling the sensitive nub. “Mmm!” you half moaned, half whined, your bottom lip between your teeth. “Steven! I’m gonna-” Your words were once again cut off as your release hit you before you could voice it.

“Shit, baby girl. I’m gonna cum,” Steve breathed, his thrusts growing sloppy. One, two, three, four, five more thrusts and he was spent, his seed spilling into the condom.

You could feel him pulsing inside of you, which was a weird feeling in and of itself

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, trying to catch your breaths… before you started giggling, which turned into full on laughter.

Steve looked at you with concern. “Baby?” 

“Oh, my god,” you laughed. You looked at him, trying to control your laughter. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”

Steve chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. With a soft groan, he lifted himself up to rest on his hands, looking at you with so much love and adoration. “I have pull out now ‘cause I’m starting to get soft.”

You nodded, ready for that small amount of sting that everyone talks about. Hissing came from both of you as he pulled out. But what you felt wasn’t pain, it was the feeling of the tiniest bit of overstimulation, your body jolting a little.

“You okay?” Steve asked, sitting back on his knees, rubbing your calf.

Your answer came as a nod, a sigh falling from your lips as he nodded to himself, bending over to kiss your knee before getting up off the bed to clean himself up. Not knowing what to do, you sat up on your elbows, looking around his room. 

When you turned over to look at his nightstand, you noticed the picture frame sitting next to his lamp. Inside was a picture of the two of you after one of Steve’s basketball games.You both were smiling big, but as you were looking at the camera, Steve was looking at you. That was a happy day for the two of you.

The Hawkins High Tigers had won that game, and you both were elated, high on adrenaline. That was the night the two of you realized that you liked each other more than friends, but never voiced anything to each other, not knowing you both felt the same.

When Steve came out of his bathroom sighing, he looked up at you, seeing the frame in your hand that you had picked while thinking about that night. “What’cha doing?” Steve asked, crawling on the bed behind you, kissing your shoulder.

“Thinking about the night this picture was taken,” you said, hissing at the end from the feel of something warm on your sore core. Taking a deep breath, you released it as you turned to lay on your back, picture frame still in your hand above your face. “That night…-” you whispered. “...was the night I realized I liked you as more than a friend.”

Steve laid next to you, kissing your shoulder again as he put his arm around your middle. He looked at the picture, smiling to himself as he also thought about that night. When he saw in the crowd, cheering him on while wearing his number on your face, he knew. He knew that you were the one for him.

He played his heart out that night, only taking a couple breaks to catch his breath. When he turned to see if you were looking at him or watching the game, he would smile to himself, seeing you angry at something the other team did to the Hawkins players.

When you placed the picture back on his nightstand, he sighed softly, closing his eyes before opening them up again at feeling you move under his arm. Laying on your side, you looked at him, staring into those hazel eyes that you fell in love with all those years ago.

“Thank you,” you whispered, bringing your arm up between the two of you, placing your fingertips on his jaw.

“For what?” he asked, softly.

“Giving me the best night of my life.” Smiling, you cupped his face the best you could, lifting your head from the pillow the slightest bit to press a kiss to his lips. 

“You’re welcome,” he replied, pressing his lips back on yours.

Before the two of you feel asleep just as you were, your asses bare for the world to see, you both said those three words that were confessed earlier in the night.

“I love you.”

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Last Hope Ch. 2 // Mafia!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

(Chapter 1)

Summary: Before dating Steve and Bucky, your life felt like a steel cage that you couldn't escape from because of your family business. There was no happiness or hope but, what happens when the infamously heartless mafia leader, Steve Rogers, finds you alone?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff, abusive brother, emotional manipulation/abuse, murder/violence, blood/injury, protective steve rogers, hurt/comfort, losing virginity, oral (f receiving), fingering, intense sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, handjob, size difference, praise kink

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As you spoke on the phone with Enzo, Steve went to find Bucky and inform him and the rest of the gang as to what was happening and then you all moved to a different room down the hall where a lengthy table, suitable for the meeting, lay in the centre of the room.

Steve directed you to take the seat to his right and then Bucky sat to his left, as the leader sat at the head of the table. You were even more nervous now this was happening than before, needing to hold onto Steve’s hand to find some comfort. Even though telling Steve had gone better than you could have ever hoped for, now the main reason for all of this happening in the first place was going to take place and you had no idea what was in store from Enzo’s participation. Then there was Steve, who had made it very clear that this was going to be a version of him that you’d never seen before but this didn’t worry you, not when you’ve grown up with Enzo’s vile, nasty side.

Half an hour passed and one of the Rogers gang announced that Enzo had arrived with 5 of his guards. You sat up straighter in your chair, planning to move your hand out of Steve’s grasp, expecting him to want to be professional about the situation but his hand only tightened around yours and when you looked at him, he gave you a small smile before his metaphorical mask slipped on.

A couple of minutes later, Enzo swaggered in with the confidence and arrogance of someone in control, his 5 guards on his heels. But, then his smile dropped slightly as he spotted yours and Steve’s hand and also noticed the fact that Steve failed to stand and greet him.

Pulling back the chair to the side of yours, Enzo greeted through gritted teeth, “Hello sweet sister”, as he kissed the top of your head, a move that he had never done before and was only doing it to show some kind of dominance that you were family and his before you were Steve’s.

As he settled into his chair and the other gang members sat in the remaining seats, you took note of the fact that only Steve and Bucky were present from his gang and pride bloomed in your chest that they felt confident enough to take on all of Enzo and his team by themselves.

Enzo shifted in his seat so he was more facing you than Steve as he suggested, “Why don’t you wait outside for me, dear sister?”

“She’s not going anywhere”, Steve’s voice was authoritative as he gently squeezed your hand, a sign that you took that he wanted you to stay.

You didn’t look to see Enzo’s reaction as he continued talking, “It’s a nice place you’ve got here Rogers. I drive past here all of the time”.

Steve ignored the casual comments, cutting straight to the point, “You wanted this meeting and you’ve got it. Start talking”.

His voice was full of power that seemed to direct straight to your core with his easily he seemed to control the room, your eyes never strayed from his but you did have to readjust in your seat to cross your legs, subtly as to be able to squeeze your thighs together. Steve’s blue eyes momentarily dropped from yours to look at your lap before looking back up and you saw the corner of his lip twist up a tiny bit, almost like he had read your mind and sensed your arousal.

“Rumour has it, you’ve had a shipment in from Ireland”, Enzo’s dreary voice cut through the tension between you and the Rogers mafia boss who now looked towards the man to your right with disdain.

Steve neither confirm nor denied this and continued to stare him down, along with Bucky. Your heart was beating faster as you knew they were reacting this volatile because of you.

Enzo continued, “And if it has arrived, there are things in that container that belong to me but for some reason, when I sent someone to collect my belongings the other day, your team had already claimed the objects as theirs so I’ve had to run around like a lackey and arrange this meeting so I can ask: why the fuck have you stolen my stuff?”

You flinched at hearing the lack of respect towards Steve. Even though they were both leaders of their own mafias and controlled large areas, it was clear in this situation that Steve was in charge, they were in his borough, in his building, with his team just outside of the door, your brother wasn’t being particularly smart.

Steve finally moved but only to lean forward in his chair, slow methodical movements. “You have a hell of a lot of nerve coming here and then demanding ANYTHING from me”. His voice was calm and yet laced with death as he stared daggers at Enzo. “If I recall, we imported stolen goods from Ireland that arrived in MY port and not yours and had MY name on the container. There was not a single mention of ‘Enzo’ property, nothing on the receipts or claims made on arrival so explain to me, why I should believe a single fucking word to come out of your cowardly little mouth”.

Your breaths came out in heavy bursts as you looked between both men, but you weren’t scared even with Enzo walking on thin ice. It was Steve’s utter domination that had your core warming and you weren’t at all embarrassed by it, Steve was really starting to take over your emotions.

Enzo and his guards became noticeably tenser, all leaning further in their chairs, causing the leather material to squeak, looking at the man to your right, you knew he was just inching to reach for his gun but the holsters strapped to his chest were empty as they had been checked for weapons on entry to the building.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you speak to me like that?” the vein began to bulge in Enoz’s forehead as his anger peaked.

Steve smirked arrogantly, leaning back in his chair, “I can talk to you however I like, you’re in my office, demanding my property. What is it? Don’t you like it when someone speaks back to you? Or have you just got so used to talking to your sister like dirt that you’ve forgotten what it’s like when someone your size stands up to you? You’re a coward. How in any way did you think you had the upper hand here, little boy? Now I want you to take your pathetic men here, get the fuck out of my office and NEVER dirty my air with your presence again. This meeting is over”.

Bucky stood as Steve finished talking, moving towards the door and opening it, allowing more of the gang to open and chaperone Enzo’s gang out. You were completely captivated by Steve, so much so, that you were shocked out of your staring contest with him as your chair was forcibly moved back by Enzo. “Come on, let’s go”, he mumbled, grabbing your other hand and forcing you to stand.

“Don’t fucking touch her”, Steve raged, standing so hard that his chair tipped over, eyes bulging as he stepped closer but you quickly raised your hands onto his chest, stopping his movements.

“It’s ok, Steve, I’ll talk to you later”, you raised your eyebrows so he could understand your secret reference, one unanswered call and he would come and find you. You of course wanted to stay with Steve but it would probably be better for you in the long run to go with Enzo now than face his wrath later on.

You were dragged towards the door as Enzo declared, “This isn’t over Rogers, I’ll get what I want in the end, I always do”.

Steve reluctantly watched you leave, feeling sick to his stomach, knowing that letting you go was the wrong move but had to trust you. However, as he watched the cars driving away on CCTV, he couldn’t stand it anymore as he rushed towards his car with Bucky and Sam trailing behind, “Something isn’t right, I just know it isn’t. Even if we just watch from the streets, I need to make sure everything is ok”. Steve explained to the other two, beginning to speed off to catch up with the car you’d left in.

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Enzo didn’t say a single word the entire drive home, but you didn’t necessarily care, still reeling from the meeting you’d just been involved in and coming to terms with the dynamic shift between you and Steve.

Your heart was racing with anticipation to be in your bedroom and call Steve, already craving to hear his voice again and to plan when you were going to see him next. Tomorrow was sure to be a difficult day and it was obvious that you and Enzo would have to discuss whatever it was that you had with Steve and its consequences for his gang but that didn’t bother you right now, knowing that Enzo would most likely be going to strop in his home bar, drowning his sorrows in liquor.

Returning home, you were three steps inside the house before a tight grip was on the back of your neck, forcing you in the direction of his office. Once inside you were pushed hard enough that you lost your footing and skidded to the floor, the wooden flooring burning against your exposed knees as Enzo locked the door behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shout but are then cut off as he’s suddenly on top of you, his knee pressing hard into your stomach to keep you still and hand strongly gripping your face, forcing you to look at him as you try and fail to pull on his wrists.

“I give you everything you could have ever wanted and this is how you pay me back?” he shouted at the top of his voice, specs of spit flying out and hitting your face. “You have no one except me in the world and you fucking betray me for them? I bet you told them everything didn’t you? Been playing double agent and betraying your own fucking brother, you whore!”

You're frantically trying to get away from him but he’s so much stronger than you, it was no use, he didn’t budge so instead, you tried to reach for your phone but it slid across the floor when you fell. Then you heard it, over the sounds of your ranting brother, your phone began to ring and you prayed to whoever was listening that it was Steve as it rang and rang until stopping.

You weren’t able to hear if it began ringing again Enzo screamed only inches from your face, his eyes venomous, “After everything I’ve given you, all I ever ask are small things in return for the benefit of this gang but no- you’re just some stupid little whore who can’t even keep her legs closed for another gang, is that your plan? To move onto them when you’re done with me?! You’ve got another thing coming-”, Enzo pushed your face away so your head knocked to the floor, not hard enough to do any damage but it was the raised fist that was planning to do that as you began begging for him to stop.

“Please Enzo stop- Please!”

Before Enzo could do any damage with his fists, gunfire could be heard ringing through from the rest of the building, men shouting and then being silenced almost immediately before the office door was brutally kicked open, the lock failing to keep the intruder at bay.

You sobbed Steve’s name as he entered, his eyes ablaze with anger as he saw Enzo still kneeling over you with his fist raised. Steve held his gun confidently in his two hands, taking less than a second to aim and shoot, the bullet striking home in Enzo’s shoulder, knocking him off balance and freeing you of the hold.

Desperately you crawled towards Steve who was by your side instantly, hands cupping your cheeks checking for any injuries, “are you ok?”

“I think so”, you gripped his shirt tightly, not wanting to let him go but as Enzo groaned from behind you and Steve’s attention returned to him, you knew he wouldn’t be by your side for much longer.

“Everything ok?” Bucky’s voice was heard over Steve’s shoulder as he entered the room, blood coating the front of his shirt as he held a knife in either hand.

“You’re safe now, sweetheart. Bucky take her to the car”, Steve demanded, gently pushing you in his direction but you held your ground, not wanting to leave his side.

“No, I don’t want to go without you!”

Steve looked away from Enzo and tried to soften his gaze down at you, his hand cupping your cheek, “I don’t want you to see me like this, I’m going to lose control, I don’t want you to be scared of me”.

You grab his wrist as you try to sound confident, even if you were still crying, “I’m not scared of you Steve!”

Before you were able to continue, the man lying on the floor with blood pooling beneath him, seemed to recover from the shock of being shot as he began to try and stand but only managed to rise to his knees as he shouted, “You bitch! You’re working with them? I was right to think you’d use your cunt against me- AH!”

Bucky’s knife was now imbedded in his other shoulder as he effortlessly threw it across the room, the force knocking Enzo onto his back and cutting off whatever he was going to say.

“That’s not how you speak to a lady, you fucking asshole”, Bucky gruffly shouted. Your emotions were completely overwhelmed but you managed to squeeze Steve’s hand, showing him that you weren’t scared of whatever side he wanted to show.

He finally looked away from you towards his friend, signalling him over to stand next to you so that Steve could go over to Enzo who was groaning in agony on the floor. Bucky’s arm grazed yours, letting you know he was there as Steve gripped the front of Enzo’s shirt, easily lifting him up and slamming on top of his desk, causing the injured man to scream out in pain.

“You’re a slimy little worm, not just a coward but a fucking scumbag for treating her like that, making her use her body to get what YOU wanted. The only thing you deserve is the treatment I’m about to give you”, Steve’s venomous voice was drowned out by Enzo’s screams of agony as the man standing over him pushed against the bullet hole in his shoulder.

You’d never seen him look weak before, and maybe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t feel bad at all for your so-called brother, watching him bleeding out. Enzo seemed to then remember that you were siblings as his reaction changed, knowing he was losing, “are you just going to stand there? I’m your brother, come and help me!”

Steve’s punch to the nose swiftly shut him up, “Don’t speak to her, don’t even look at her again, you’ve lost that privilege”. Enzo to his credit was still trying to fight back but was losing too much blood to be of equal power to his opponent and finally lost his energy, slumping back into the desk.

Steve let go of his front so that he could lean down to whisper threats into his ear, “I want this to hurt, I want you to beg for forgiveness for treating her the way you have. I want you to suffer just as you’ve made her suffer for all of these years. And please just know this, I’m going to give her the life she deserved and not once will she ever think about your miserable existence ever again. You have lost, your team have lost, you’ll be the but to everyone’s jokes in the community, you selfish fuck.”

This was the Mafia boss that had a ferocious reputation, for being cold-hearted and violent. However, he wasn’t being cold-heart, in fact, all of his actions today were through passion and an obsessive amount of protection for someone he had only truly known for a few days, but Steve hated assholes like this, that only thought about themselves and would hurt even their loved ones to get what they wanted, Enzo deserved this.

Speaking of, the man began to openly cry and there was no denying that the sight was satisfying to you, maybe you were as cold-hearted as Steve but why should you care when Enzo was able to so easily hurt and manipulate you.

You were done. Done with being in the room. Done with looking at the man you had once called Brother, and you finally felt the release of being tied to this godforsaken gang. Looking towards Bucky, who still looked at the situation with such venom it would have made you recoil, instead, you leaned further into his arm, catching his attention, his frown softening as he looked at you.

“Could you… please could we leave?”

Steve’s eyes snapped up to yours and you smiled gently at him, making sure he knew it wasn’t his actions that were making you want to leave, you were just ready to never see Enzo again.

“Yeah, come on mama, let’s get you out of here”, Bucky placed an arm around your shoulders and directed you towards the exit. That nickname that he used, mama, sounded almost right and filled you with warmth with how good it sounded coming from his mouth, that he felt comfortable enough with you to call you an affectionate name.

“Do you want to pack your stuff up? I know Steve would get you anything you needed if you didn’t want to do that right now,” Bucky asked as you both walked past Sam who nodded and joined Steve in the room, attempting to shut the kicked-in door to quieten the screams that were coming from within. The rest of the house wasn’t any better with its heavy violence as bodies and blood lay everywhere, too many to count and you had to give Steve, Bucky and Sam credit, how three guys could easily overthrow so many people without a single scratch.

You thought about Bucky’s questions, did you even have anything that you needed here? Everything would remind you of the life you hated but then one thought came into your mind, “yeah, I just need one thing”. He followed you silently, you couldn’t even hear his footsteps which was unnerving, having to check over your shoulder to check he was still there as you walked to your bedroom, picking up Steve’s white jacket and holding it close. “This is it, I don’t need anything else”.

“Is this your room? It’s so small and where are your pictures or things that you enjoy?”, your cheeks warmed at Bucky's observations and looked around your room. It was the smallest room in the entire building, just large enough to fit a single bed and chest of drawers.

You shrugged, “Enzo said we shouldn’t have times for things we enjoy when there was still work to do”. Bucky’s jaw clenched, rolling his shoulders to relieve some built tension as he whispered under his breath, ‘asshole’, before holding his arm out for you to lead the way. 

Bucky led you to the SUV you’d seen the other day, helping you into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's side. From there, he turned on the car, putting the heaters on to warm up your exhausted body, knees burning from where they had burned across the floor, and a few layers of skin had ripped. Bucky then picked a random radio station that helped to ease the tense atmosphere and act as a distraction. You watched Bucky move, he seemed to have been prepared for this, as he pulled out a water bottle from the compartment, and a cloth which he damped and then handed the bottle for you to drink from.

“You’ve got some blood on you, let me clean you up”, Bucky with surprising gentleness began to wipe away where Enzo’s blood had sprayed across your face when Steve had arrived and shot him in the shoulder.

“Why are you being so kind to me? You don’t really know me, or Steve for that matter, and you’re willing to destroy another gang just to same me… why?”

“Because I’ve never seen Steve look at someone the way he looks at you”, was all Bucky said and all he needed to say.

Another hour passed and you were close to falling asleep when the back doors opened and  Sam and Steve climbed into the car, both covered in blood which was unnerving, to say the least. “All good?” Bucky asked over his shoulder. You were thankful that he didn’t ask for details, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know what had actually happened.

“Yeah, take us home please Buck”, Steve replied whilst looking at you, offering a small smile even though he looked like he’d been bathed in blood, you still managed to find it endearing, maybe you were just as messed up as him. Leaning over to the back, you reached with your hand which he accepted straight away, you could feel the mixture of wet and dried blood across his skin but you didn’t care, holding his hand the entire drive back to his home.

Steve’s home was beautiful, with guards at the entrance, a couple of garages, and a front garden that was beautifully designed you couldn’t wait to see the back yard if it looked anything the same as this. The house itself was stunning, not too big and not too small either, but it was clear that Steve liked to live comfortably in luxury.

Bucky and Sam stayed in the car, saying they’ll return and clean up the mess, leaving Steve to lead the way into his home. “Do they ever sleep?” you jokingly asked Steve as your eyes widened in awe at what you saw.

Standing in the entryway, you looked to your right where the living room was, a large couch facing towards a TV mantled to the wall, two armchairs on either side of the couch and a small wooden table stretched in the middle. To your left, there was another room that you couldn’t quite see into but it looked like a dining room that could seat at least 15 people. Leading further into the house, walking past the stairs to the second floor, you gasped at the beautiful kitchen, thick slabs of white marble countertops and an island separating the kitchen from the dinner table.

“Your home is beautiful”, you praised as he continued the tour, which was an odd sight considering he was still covered in blood. You were right, the back garden was huge and beautiful, with trees and flowers surrounding the edge. There was even a gym in the basement and then upstairs, there were 3 guest bedrooms, two toilets and then Steve’s bedroom.

His bed was massive, but you guessed he was a tall guy and needed the space. Along opposite walls, there were built-in wardrobes, a TV just as big as the one downstairs was attached to the wall opposite the bed and there was a door leading to an en-suite bathroom that had one of the biggest baths you’d ever seen, it could probably fit three of Steve, as well as the shower area. Everything about this building was perfect for you.

“I’m just going to shower, feel free to be a snoop and go through my draws”, he said lightheartedly, walking into the ensuite and shutting the door behind him.

You contemplated doing just that but as you sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion hit you like a train, the day's events going through your mind but there was just too much to process. And what was going to happen now? Would Steve let you stay or would you need to find somewhere else? What even were you and Steve anyway?

As you were inspecting your grazed knees, Steve returned from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely over his hips and your mouth instantly watered at his broad, chiselled chest that was slightly damp with mist, his hair was towel-dried and gave him a softer look as the ends of his hair curled slightly.

“Sorry, forgot my change of clothes… are you ok? Do they hurt?” he asked quickly, approaching and kneeling before you, inspecting your knees as he saw the injuries.

You were momentarily caught off guard with him on his knees, his warm hands touching your skin was enough to send a gush of wetness between your legs. When you didn’t answer, Steve looked up, seeing your flushed expression, a smirk replacing the worried expression on his face seemed to snap you out of your hypnotic state.

“Yeah, it’s fine, it just stings but I’ve had worse from tripping over my own feet”.

The two of you stayed in an comfortable silence, both having so much more to say but not entirely sure where to begin.

“I don’t know-”

“Please don’t-”

You both chuckled having begun talking to one another at the same time. Steve took the lead by saying, “Sorry, you go first”. Your mind went blank again as his thumb idly stroked against your inner knee from where he casually rested his hands against you still and you tried not to let your eyes wander to where his towel had parted to reveal his own muscular thigh.

“I don’t want to know what you’ve done to him, I don’t care what you’ve done but I just wanted to say thank you for saving me. If there’s anything I can do to repay you for all of this I-”

He covered your mouth with a single finger, cutting off your words. “I don’t need you to repay me, I just want to know that you’re safe and happy”.

You could feel your chest warming with that unknown sensation you’d been feeling every time you were with him and you realised it was that spark of hope, blossoming and spreading with each passing moment that you spent together. Trying to keep the happy tears at bay, you took a deep breath and asked, “So what happens now?”

“We can talk about everything tomorrow but you’re welcome to stay here for as long or as little as you like.” He asked curiously. 

“I feel like I should be crying in sadness but I can’t, I don’t have those emotions at all. You must think there's something wrong with me”, you admitted.

“You’ve just seen me shoot and beat a guy, and you think I would be judging you?”, you laughed at the absurdity of his words, he did make a very good point, closing your eyes and smiling leaning in closer to his touch, resting your forehead against his, in an intimate touch that still felt incredibly right.

“You have a good point.”.

As the two of you stayed like that for a moment, you savoured the fresh smell of him and the feeling of his hands still on your knees. Steve’s voice came as a deep whisper as he asked, “What’s going through your head right now?” and before you could stop yourself, you began to spill exactly what you were thinking.

“I can’t believe how natural and normal it feels to be with you, it’s like I’m craving to even be in the same room as you let alone feel your touch. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before but here, right now, it feels right. Sorry I know I’m moving fast, I just don’t want to miss any opportunities that come our way”.

Instead of verbally answering, Steve grasped your hand and held it against his chest, directly over his heart and after the initial touch that made your hands tingle, realising you were touching his naked chest, you then concentrated on the pounding beneath your palm. His heart seemed to be beating as hard and at an accelerated rate to match yours. Steve was showing you just how much he felt the same as you, even without words you knew what he was trying to say.

It was like an invisible lasso was thrown around your body, drawing you closer as you reacted on instinct, leaning forward, needing to touch him, wanting to feel more of him as both of you met in the middle once more, lips connecting.

It wasn’t as frantic as your previous kiss, Steve remained on his knees, one hand reaching to cup your cheek, holding you against him as he slowly kissed you, taking his time to memorise how your lips felt against his, your taste, even the feeling of your pulse against your throat, he wanted to know it all, wanted to feel it all.

You were doing your own exploration as Steve nipped on your lower lip, your fingers travelling across his chest, even though you were nervous to feel more of him, unsure if you were doing the right thing, you gave in to your temptations and felt over the hard muscles, every so often coming across a scar from an old injury.

As Steve pulled away, allowing you to breathe, almost dizzy with the lack of oxygen, you audibly mewled as his mouth left wet kisses against your cheek, jaw and throat. Both of his hands were now tilting your head back, giving him better access and you were more than happy to provide this for him. You wanted everything he was willing to give you as your arousal pooled in your panties, your legs spreading wider to pull him closer.

This seemed to draw some realisation back as he hovered over the shell of your ears, “You’ve been through a lot today, I don’t want to hurt you”.

“You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t, please- I want this Steve, I want you, I trust you”.

Steve groaned at your words, rising higher on his knees to brush his chest against your clothed one but it caused the material of your bra to rub against your pebbled nipples, as his mouth latched onto yours once more. His calloused hands brushed higher up the outside of your thighs, easing the material of your dress with his movements.

You had never wanted anything so desperately before in your life, his touch leaves a heated path as your fingers delved into his damp hair, nails scratching against his scalp, holding his face against yours, tongues stroking against one another.

Steve’s fingers found what they were looking for as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you didn’t need to be told to lift your hips as you did it automatically so that he could drag them down your legs. As the material was parted from your body, Steve groaned as he felt just how damp they were, holding them tightly in his grip as he didn’t want to be separated from your evidence of arousal.

You groaned as Steve pulled back from the touch, tilting your head towards him, encouraging you to open your eyes which you did, “if you want me to stop, please say, ok?”

“Yes, but please, don’t stop”, you breathed in response.

Your heart felt like it was pounding in your throat as you watched Steve move back slightly, helping your legs over his shoulders so that you had to leave your weight back onto your arms as he gave you one sultry wink before diving beneath the skirts of your dress.

The material acted as a barrier between the two of you, which slightly helped your anxiety slightly as you didn’t feel pressured with your responses and the fact that you could feel his lips trailing further up your inner thighs. Your hips bucked, not realising just how sensitive the skin was there but then your mind went completely blank as you could feel his breath against your exposed core.

Another beat later and his tongue was licking up the entire length of your cunt, from bottom to top, pushing slightly with the tip so he could tease your most sensitive parts. The joints of your elbows buckled at the pleasure as you collapsed back onto the bed, hands instead gripping the sheets beneath.

This new position gave Steve more room, his hands enveloping over your clothed hips to keep you still as you desperately wanted to grind against his face but he was taking his time, not wanting to rush.

You tasted just as he imagined, hell, even better than he had imagined, instantly addicted to it and the sweet moans you were releasing, glad that you weren’t holding them back. His cock was painfully hard, veins bulging and precum leaking down his shaft, and he had to remove the towel, needing to feel some freedom, but he didn’t touch himself, he wanted to make sure all the pleasure was given to you.

His tongue explored you thoroughly, first licking up your juices and you could hear him audibly swallow as he did which made you clench hard around nothing. You’d touched yourself before, but nothing that could have felt this good before.

Steve then teased your hole, swirling around the edge a couple of times to relax you further before pushing in, feeling just how tight you were. Your back ached at the feeling of something ward penetrating your body.

“Steve!”, you gasped and he groaned as you said his name, his cock throbbing again.

His tongue explored your hole, moving in and out steadily, before licking up your folds and to your clit. The first touch was a testing stroke but then he couldn’t wait any longer to hear just how good it felt as he rolled the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, around and around in a slow circle before latching his lips around it and sucking gently.

You let out a desperate moan, hand dropping to his head that was still covered by your dress but you needed to see him so rushed to pull your dress up until it rested around your hips. “Fuck, yes!” you moaned seeing him smirking from between your legs, a memory you’re never going to remember.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how much he was pleasuring you, your heels digging into his broad shoulder blades, one hand in his hand and the other grabbed onto his fingers that rested on your hips. You could feel the tightening in your core, thighs shaking with anticipation.

“I’m gonna… I think I’m-”,  your were a bumbling mess as you tried to warn him that you were going to orgasm but he held steady, didn’t change his pace, making sure to build you up perfectly with his continued strokes of his tongue against your clit.

Your eyes clenched closed as everything was so overwhelming, feeling like you were going to explode as you finally came, back arching, toes curling and a constant stream of moans coming from your lips as he held you through your orgasm.

As you tried to catch your breath, Steve unlatched himself from between your legs, admiring your beautiful, blissed-out face as you looked down at him with glazed happy eyes, a shy smile on your face.

Steve crawled up your body, easing your dress up with him and then discarding it to the side, and you could now see that he was completely naked, his cock size making your eyes widen in shock, mouth dropping over to verbally express your admiration for his member but his lips cut you off. You groaned and your stomach twisted as you could taste yourself on his lips, it all felt unbelievably hot. Steve rested his weight on an arm next to your head, leaning on his hip next to yours as he began to explore the rest of your body, his tongue licking your nipple over your laced bra, your last piece of clothing.

You whined at the touch and reached to the front, undoing the clasp that was between your breasts. It was Steve’s turn to groan now as he looked between your exposed tits, admiring them before worshipping them both in turn.

You wanted nothing more then to return the favour of his pleasures but you were still slightly nervous with knowing what to do and with the position, you couldn’t reach his cock so you trailed your hands over his shoulders, scratching lightly and loving when he shivered at the touch, he was just as responsive as you were.

Steve eased one of your thighs open, giving him better access to your cunt and finally, his fingers began to explore the area you wanted him to return to. His thumb brushed against your clit, being careful as you were a little sensitive from his mouth but soon melted into the touch.

He made sure to build your pleasure again before moving his finger down to your hole, resting it against the area. His fingers were a lot thicker than yours and would definitely be the biggest thing to have penetrated you but you wanted this so bad so as he removed his mouth from your breast to look into your eyes, making sure his movements were still ok, you made sure to tell him, “please don’t stop”.

Steve leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes boring into yours as he half covered your body with his so that you were in a tight cocoon of purely Steve as he tentiatevly eased his middle finger into your cunt.

With how aroused you were, it wasn’t painful, your walls stretching around him happily but you still had to take a couple of deep breaths to regain control of your thoughts. Your hands cupped his cheeks and you pulled him back into a frantic kiss, groaning at the back of your throat as he began to simultaneously circle your clit with his thumb and ease his finger in and out, allowing you to get used to the sensation.

As your hips began rolling with the touch, wanting more, Steve eased his ring finger beside his middle one, pushing it into your entrance. You pulled back from the kiss to gasp, sucking in air greedily as your eyebrows knitted together with how intense the stretch was.

“Shhh, you’re ok baby, relax, it’ll feel better in a minute”, Steve encouraged and you made a conscious effort to relax your tense muscles and after a couple more rocking back and forth with his fingers, you found his words to be true as desperate pleasure pooled throughout your abdomen.

“Mmm, need you Steve, want to feel you”, you desperately whined.

“Not yet sweetheart, need to make sure you’re prepped for me, don’t want to hurt you”, he mumbled against your throat where he began sucking.

Before you could try begging again, Steve’s fingers began curling, hitting directly against the spot within that you loved so much and with his thumbs movements, you were crying out instantly, holding onto him as your cunt fluttered around him with your impending orgasm.

“I can feel you squeezing around my fingers, baby, don’t hold back from me, cum for me, I want to hear your pretty little moans”, Steve encouraged from above you.

Your moans were anything but little as your ears rang with how loud you cried out, so sensitive from being stretched and orgasm so quickly after the first, your entire body was light with pleasure. Steve's fingers stilled inside of you but his thumb didn’t stop moving as you came and as he began to praise you in your ear, you thought you were going to cum again with how much they affected you. “You did so well baby, such a good girl taking my mouth and fingers. Are you ok?”

“Ye-yes”, you stuttered, trying to get your bearings but it was difficult as your body trembled and felt weak, your legs wobbling when you tried to move them.

“Do you want to stop? I don’t mind-”

“Don’t fucking stop…please”, you added at the end of your outburst but he still chuckled, kissing the pulse point along your neck before helping you further up his bed, until you head rested on the pillow. Steve made out with you slowly, crawling over your body, your legs shifting up until they rested on his thighs and you could feel the heaviness of his cock as it rested on your abdomen.

Breaking the kiss, you looked down your body, asking, “Can I touch it?”

Steve groaned, pecking your temple before nodding. You’d never done this before and maybe he could sense your trepidation as he began to guide your hand, showing you how to wrap your hand around his shaft. It was softer than you thought but the thickness and hardness beneath the skin layers. Steve squeezed your hand harder than you thought as well before he seemed satisfied with the pressure, guiding you to move it up and down and you took note of the way his hips bucked as your hand moved over his tip before moving back down. It was almost hypnotising watching Steve being pleasured, knowing he was one of the most dangerous men in all of New York, and here you were, making his cock throb due to your actions.

A dribble of precum leaked for the tip of Steve’s tip and your thumb caught it, spreading it over his sensitive end but then he quickly pulled your hand off, closing his eyes in concentration, “fuck, I was going to cum already, watching your hands on my cock as fueled my dreams for longer then you’d think”.

Your confidence beamed at his compliment, biting your lip as you looked up at him trying to compose himself before he dipped his lips down and captured yours, lowering his body until you were chest to chest and even that was an intimate enough act of feeling your breasts against his pecs. “Are you on birth control? There’s a condom in my wallet downstairs if you aren’t”, Steve suddenly asked, through all the lust nearly forgetting about protection.

This was something that had completely slipped your mind as well and you were thankful for him checking with you, “I’ve been on birth control for a few years”, you admitted, but this was only because Enzo had forced you to in case anything happened on these dates he sent you on but now you were thankful for this precaution.

Steve grinned, lips back to moving against yours, and then his hips shifted and his cock was prodding at your hole.

Steve pulled back from the kiss, making sure to see your emotions so that if you were in pain he would slow down or stop. Your hands rested on his shoulders, still wanting this, as you gave Steve a smile and a nod to show your feelings and he began to slip his cock into you.

It was intense that was for sure. His fingers were one thing but his cock, the sheer girth of it you never thought it would move past the tip but as he stroked a hand down your side, you relaxed a little more and more of him entered you. It was uncomfortable at first, your thighs trembling as they tried to remain open for him but as he remained still with more than half of his length inside, the discomfort shifted and you had the overwhelming urge, needing more, needing to feel him move.

It was your turn to shift your hips, attempting to roll your hips but it was difficult with your already trembling body and Steve took the hint and began pulling out.

He thankfully fucked you slowly, each thrust opened you up more so his cock slipped further in until his tip was brushing against your cervix. You were happy to go at this slower pace for your first time having sex, already feeling sensitive from Steve’s mouth and fingers, you didn’t want to be fucked hard and be in pain later on. Also, seeing Steve being so tentative with his movements and caring, it made you cling to him harder, groaning his name into his ear.

Being stretched so much around his cock, your orgasm felt different with your walls desperately clenching around Steve that he grunted with how hard you squeezed around him. It took your breath away, the pure pleasure felt through every nerve of your body, you’d never experienced anything like it.

Steve’s hand rested on your thigh, clenching hard as he tried to will himself to hold back from cumming so quickly, not wanting you to think he had a low stamina but feeling how tight you were, he couldn’t hold it, his balls tightening into his body and cock throbbing. You could feel the wetness of Steve’s cum coating your cunt, as he tipped his head back, shouting your name out in one of the most beautiful views you’d ever experienced.

You were slightly thankful that he had also came, not sure that you could take much more pleasure before you were a cock-drunk mess.

“Fuck”, Steve chanted as he pulled his cock out, watching between your legs as his cum spilt out of your hole. “Are you ok, baby?”

“Yeah”, you grinned up at him with half-lidded eyes. Steve grinned back, leaning down to kiss you slowly before rolling off the bed and pulling on a pair of underwear that he retrieved from his wardrobe.

“Put your arms around my neck, don’t worry about the mess”, you did as instructed, confused by his last few words but as he picked you up, you could feel his cum dripping out and onto the floor beneath. Once again, you were thankful for Steve as he placed you onto the toilet, leaving you to clean yourself up, knowing that you definitely would struggle to walk properly.

After helping you back to bed, you were still completely naked as Steve wrapped around you, the side lights still on as you both just basked in each other's company.

Once more, you thought about how natural this felt, to be with him, in this room, in his arms. That spark was alight from within.

“Did you mean it when you said you would be mine?” Steve asked, his voice thick with exhaustion. Stroking his arm, you meant every word that came out of your mouth.

“I’m yours”.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I was drawing DM Mikey's shell and the more I draw it, the more I realize it looks kinda like Raph's shell...

So I started to imagine...

Raph noticed it first, but hadn't said anything. He wasn't sure why Mikey's shell looked the way it did. But how it happened couldn't be anything good. It was cracked, shattered, split into pieces that rolled over themselves. Mikey's shell had once been a work of art. Now, it was a scribbled out, torn up version of what Raphael's spiky shell looked like. He wasn't sure anyone else had noticed it. But he wasn't going to bring it up just yet. Mikey had been through enough torment, and Raph wasn't sure if this would be a trigger for him or not. Besides... it just served as another mocking reminder of what had happened.

Leo was the one who recognized the similarities next. It had happened while Mikey was scuttling around his little jungle gym, and had his back turned. Leo managed to glance up at him the right way, and suddenly pointed.

"Hey Raph, doesn't Mikey's shell look kinda like--"

Raph immediately slapped his hand over Leon's face.

"Mmmf -- hey!" he yelled, angrily pulling his big brother's hand down so he could speak again. "What was that for?!"

"Don't say anything about it yet," Raph begged. "Please?"

Leo didn't understand, but complied. At the very least, he didn't want to get slapped again. He kept his mouth shut.

But Donnie noticed it too. He and April were in the labs, going over one of Mikey's x-rays when April suddenly pointed out the obvious.

"Ah yes," Donnie replied with a nod. "I was wondering if anyone else had seen that."

"Do you think Raph knows?" she asked.

"I mentioned it to him. Apparently Leo also said something, and I'm pretty sure Papa also noticed it. But Raph said not to mention it again."

"Why?"

"I think he's still on edge about everything. He's been walking on eggshells ever since we got Mikey home. Metaphorically speaking, of course."

That didn't sound like Raph. Sure, he was overly cautious at times, but this felt different. Something was off about this. So she went looking for him to figure it out.

"Raph? Hey, big guy?"

April tapped the door to his train car. He was sitting alone, reading a Lou Jitsu biography. He looked up with a smile when he saw his big sister.

"Oh, hey April! What's up?"

"I, uh, wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

April strolled inside and sat next to Raphael. She took a deep breath and did her best to channel her own version of 'Dr. Delicate Touch'.

"Why'd you tell everyone not to talk about Mikey's shell?"

Raph froze.

"Oh. That type of question."

"What did you think I was gonna ask, something about my homework?"

"I was kinda hoping," Raph said sheepishly with a shrug and a half-smile.

Raph twiddled his fingers and sighed. His tail swung lazily over the side of his bed as he tried to answer the question.

"...I guess... I just felt bad. I mean, Mikey's shell used to be so beautiful, it was bright and colourful and -- well, you get the idea. And now... it's all broken. It's just another reminder that he's different now, and how he's hurting now, and that... it was... my fault."

"Aww, man," April sighed as she took his hand. "You can't just blame yourself for this. You had no idea what would happen --"

"But I should have known something, I should have done better, and now... now he looks like... I dunno. But he doesn't look anything like himself anymore. And the fact that his shattered shell resembles mine? It just serves as a constant sign that he's that way because I failed him."

Raph's hands trembled as he cried. April comforted him as best she could. She knew this whole ordeal was a lot on them, and they were doing all they could to help Mikey get back to normal. She hadn't considered that the fact Mikey's shell looked similar to Raph's would have been even more of a reminder that he was different and broken.

April sighed and went along with Raph's wishes. She didn't agree with Raph's decision; or at least she didn't like his reasons behind the decision. But she stayed quiet.

But then one day Mikey was with Raphael, climbing all over his brother as he usually did to play with him, when he suddenly stopped, and started examining Raph's shell.

"Hmm..."

"Mikey?" Raph asked, twisting to try and see what his little brother was up to. "What's wrong? Whaddya doin' back there?"

Mikey suddenly gasped and wriggled around to face him, eyes wide and excited.

"Rrrrraphie! Raphie, look!!"

He pointed to Raph's back, tapping the spikes and scutes on his shell before twisting his own back so Raph could see Mikey's beaten, broken, and battered shell.

"My sh-sh-shell looks just l-l-like yours!"

Raph's face fell.

"...Uh, y-yeah, it kinda does. Wait, do you actually like that? You like that our shells look alike now?"

"Yes!!" Mikey cheers. "Mikey looks just Raph now! I-I look just like m-my big brrrotherrr!"

Raph stared in shock at Mikey for a moment. His lip quivered and his forehead wrinkled as he tried to keep from crying. Raphael gently took Mikey off of his shoulders and wrapped him in a hug.

"Thank you, Mikey.... I was so worried that you'd hate it...."

"Huh? W-Why would I hate it? It rrrrreminds me of you! And I love y-you, Raphie. I love you a lot!"

Raph sobbed quietly into Mikey's shoulders as he embraced him tighter. Mikey pat him on the back, not sure why he was crying, but confident that they were tears of joy.

"I love you too, big man...."

@boots-with-the-fur-club

[hughiecampbelle]

Survivor's Guilt (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

Character/s: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan

Word Count: 1,356

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: I had these thoughts after my dad died, I still do, so I thought I'd put it into writing. It was how I found out, like the show, and it felt like a punch in the gut. I could not stop crying watching that episode. It only seemed fitting that Baby Roy would feel the same. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Was there anything you could have done differently? Was there anything you could have said to make it better? That day plays on loop in your head, before your eyes. In fragments. Broken pieces. Bits and pieces of conversation, of crying, then nothing. Others talking around you, but you were in a daze. It hadn’t sunk in then. The reality, the forever of it. It still doesn’t seem real. Someone holding you. Panic on the phone, incoherence, someone is saying something, but you’re not understanding. It isn’t making any sense. Someone screams, you think, but that detail is fuzzy. You think you imagined that part. They wanted you to come along, but you wouldn’t move, you couldn’t. Hands on you, guiding up on your feet, out the door. Your brother beside you. Your sister taking the front, being asked to say what no one else can. She’s crying. When was the last time you saw her cry? Forever ago. She tells him. You turn away, not wanting to see his reaction. Arms around you, holding you, all of this unreal. You say something. You still don’t know what, but it comes out in a choke. What had you said on the phone? Does it matter? You’re in a new room. People are apologizing. Connor doesn’t leave your side. He speaks softly, saying nice things, but you’re so cold. You’re cold and scared and you want to wake up from this terrible day. You want to wake up and laugh and call him because he’ll be there soon. He said he would. But he’s not. You’re in shock. Its the only reason you’re still breathing. Shock is saving you.

You wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He’s in your dreams again, but they feel more like nightmares. You’re scared to see him, to hear him, to hear his laugh. You fear if you hear him and see him then you’ll never want to wake up. Whatever your relationship was like before, it doesn’t matter. All those messy years, years you spent angry at him, it all feels like a waste. Selfishly, you want that time back. Selfishly, you want the world to stop. You want the sun to stop rising and setting. You want the galaxy to freeze in the moment you found out. If your life had to stop, then you want everyone to suffer with you. It’s not fair that they’re smiling, laughing, enjoying themselves. It’s not fair that others got so much more time with him than you did. It’s not fair that they expect you to keep going like you’re not half-dead. There is a line in the sand, a Before and an After. Everything in your life can be split between this. Before and After. You want to go in the Before, for just a second longer. You want to breathe the air of Before, you want to see him again in the flesh, you want to hear his voice, you want to crawl back in time and settle in where no one will ever find you, but you can’t. There’s no going back. You’re trapped in the After for the rest of your life, for the rest of time. It is lonely here. It is quiet here. Nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat, your own cries. He’ll never know this version of you, any other version of you. Whatever you do, whatever you accomplish, he won’t be there to see it. He won’t know. He never will. These thoughts consume you. They overtake your mind until you can’t breathe, sobbing, choking, screaming.

If he can’t sleep in a bed, why should you? If he can’t live, why should you? They call. When they can’t call, when you don’t take their calls, they visit. You’ve been sleeping on the floor for a while. It helps. It makes you feel small, in control. If he can’t eat then why should you? If he can’t be here, what’s keeping you? There are pillows and blankets stacked on the floor, between the bed and the wall. You stay in that spot more often than not. They come by. Sometimes they are gentle. Connor helps with laundry, he makes sure you’re eating, sleeping, showering. He is easy. He is kind. He understand that your grief is all-consuming. Sometimes they are not. Shiv is angry. Angry at him, angry at you, ordering you to get off the floor, to pick up the pieces of your life, and carry on like the rest of them. She wishes she could rot, but she can’t. There are important things and important people looking to her for guidance. It doesn’t matter what she says, you feel like you’re under water. You feel like you’re the only one drowning and everyone is watching. Roman does his best to coax you from your cocoon, but he can’t get you to go out, to get dressed. Hes not sure how to help, what to do. In the end he tucks you in on the couch, figuring its better than the floor, calling Kendall for guidance. You don’t move when he’s around, he doesn’t expect you to. He just wants to talk. Talk about Dad, his death, processing things by talking, hearing it come from his own mouth. You want to push him away, just another reminder, but he’s trying to help, so you must be kind. He pats your head. He throws another blanket on top of you. He has to go. They all do. They’re helpless in this, with you. Scared of what you’ll do, what you’ll try.

When you can pick yourself up again, when you can get dressed and make it to the office, everything is a reminder. Not just his name or his desk, but everything, everyone. It enrages you, the thought they they got together and talked about it and moved on like it was nothing, like your father wasn’t dead. Your eyes were red and watery, they could all see it. They say nothing. You’ve been named sensitive, implosive, delicate. They are to leave you to do what you want, per your siblings orders. Each of them checks on you through the morning, the afternoon, all day you spend at his desk. Sitting at it, but touching nothing. Shiv brings you coffee, Kendall lunch, Rome a car when you’ve had enough. Only Gerri is the one to notice you’re wearing one of his sweaters. It still smells like him. It feels like him. You’re not sure who brought it over, only that you’ve been wearing it since he died. After, when its dark, they call. They text. They email. Connor sends you pictures, but you can’t stand to look at them, at him, because it’s not him. That’s a body, but he’s not in there. Not anymore. You smash your phone. Then you check it, looking over the last texts you ever sent him. You should have told him you loved him. You should have told him what he meant to you. But you didn’t. And now you wouldn’t get a chance to.

How can you explain this to them? This immense guilt sitting on your chest. It should have been you. It doesn’t work like that, you know that, but you can’t help it. It should have been you. It should have been you. It should have been you. He had more time left, he had more of an impact. He had grandchildren and children and people who relied on him. You? You don’t have any of that. People don’t need you like they needed him. If you could trade places with him, if you could have been the one, you'd do it in a heartbeat. Everyone would be better off, you truly believe that. When you voice this to Connor, in a moment of defeat, he's quick to tell you you're wrong. You're wrong. He would be lost without you, they all would, but you know better. You believe better. If there was any possible way, you would have tried it already.

You would have done anything to get him back.

[thisismeracing]

ok so since i had dance practice today

mick and hamilton!reader would absolutely be the types to dance in the kitchen

waltzing would be their sleepy, i want to touch you but also dance but also im dead on my feet but still want to dance

and since salsa requires more energy to at would be their we’re making lunch but the food needs to sit in the pan for a bit and we have the space and time to be wrapped up in each other dance

i think they wouldnt dance in public at first cause they want this to just be their thing before its something the world knows

but one day on the paddock someone accidentally connects to a bluetooth speaker and one of their salsa songs come son and before anyone knows it mick has pulled hamilton reader close and they are in their own world salsa-ing around

everyone is like where is this music coming from and why is it so loud??? and then they turn their heads towards them two and they just watch in stunned silence and adoration

lewis is a smiling wideeeeeeee cause thats his sister!!!!! and her man treats her so welllllll

[sidebar: lewis was the one to teach hamilton!reader the waltz, but reader and mick learned the salsa by themselves]

the engineer’s phone who was desperately trying to disconnect let the song run cause they arent going to take away this moment from them

and at the end the surrounding garages give a round of applause

(maybe lewis pulls him aside later and jokingly, but not really, and gives him his blessing and he better see a ring on his sisters ring soon. mick totally isnt shitting bricks when he says that and then reader, unknowingly saves him from her brother to take him away cause its time to go home)

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first of all, it's so cool you dance!!! I love it <3

second, yes, hamilton!reader and mick would totally dance, they have their own playlist after all, we should expect something like this from these two. They would waltz to the piano version of King of my heart, Mick just got home from sim work, and Yn is super tired and had just gotten home too, she's putting something together for dinner, and their shared playlist just ended, so now Spotify is playing similar stuff, and for some reason, it started playing the piano version of their song. Mick, who had just reached the kitchen door, hugged her tight, kissing her temple, and relaxing with her scent and touch. It was seconds, and they were still hugging so one of them casually started to move, and the other followed, and then they were just quietly dancing in each other's arms.

It would take a bit for them to get the hang of Salsa, but it was so much fun to learn with each other. They would share some tutorials, and their algorithm would help by suggesting salsa songs and TikToks. She would make fun of him, but also encourage him - get this right and I'm kissing you on the lips, one step wrong the kiss is on the cheek, and so on, all while in the kitchen. Some days they would move the sessions to the living room, dragging the coffee table to the corner of the room, and just having their fun. Angie would bark here and there especially when they would laugh, she would love to watch those two.

OMG OMG But the look they would share the second the music started playing, silently deciding if they would dance to this or just pretend it wasn't happening, but then Mick was grabbing her hand, and it started small, just one foot here, other there, but then you were dancing for real, and the whole time they were smiling at each other, eyes never leaving the other.

Lewis is the proud brother, and he would totally snap a small video of it (that thing about having a shared folder with Gina), whereas he's also the protective brother so yeah, he would tell how happier reader seems to be and how Yn happy means he's happy too, and meanwhile Mick is just nodding unaware of this is going, sipping his coffee, and watching Lewis go through his salad, at this point, Lewis is more talking than eating his food. And then boom, he asks when he'll be seeing a ring on her finger, and Mick chokes on his coffee, gulps at the tricky situation, and before he can confess to Lewis that he, in fact, got his mom's ring just a few weeks back, but he would probably wait a bit, Yn barges into the room laughing with Bono and Mick breaths in relief.

Side note: I am in love with all your hamilton!reader thots <3 the way you got them is just *chef kiss*

King of My Heart Masterlist

[pascaloverx]

Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Notes:

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

Author's note: The end of this fanfic so dear to me has arrived. Thank you for your attention and enjoy the reading ❤

chapter fourteen

Final Chapter

Your third daughter has just been born. After hours of hearing that you needed to push harder or just a little more, you gave birth to your third daughter. As painful as her birth was, it was extremely necessary. One year after the truce and the birth of Thor's illegitimate child, who is being raised by Steve, the Asgardian Council decided it would be good to suggest the marriage of your first daughter to King Steve's first son. The problem is that no one knows they are half-siblings. So you argued that your daughter should marry someone who is not an heir to the throne of another kingdom. Thus, you convinced them that you could give birth to a Princess who could marry Steve's son. By coincidence, you had to produce another illegitimate child to save this situation. You wouldn't let your daughter marry her half-brother, even if she didn't know about it. Thor was essentially forced to accept that you would have an affair with someone to have a third daughter. And so, you resumed your secret relationship with Steve because, honestly, there was no other man with whom you wanted to have a child.

"Sven and Thyra, behave yourselves. Your sister has just been born, and she needs a lot of love and quiet right now," you whisper as you hold your tiny daughter wrapped in a small blanket. Your two older children, now six years old, run around you as you stand, gently rocking your newborn.

"Mommy, how do you know what the baby needs? She doesn't even talk," your son Sven says smartly. You hold your baby with one arm and gently run your hand over your son's head with the other.

"Sven, Mommy already taught us that we have to call her Your Majesty to practice," Thyra says, nudging Sven's arm. You look at her, feeling proud of how much your daughter is growing into a great queen.

"My loves, I want you to know that Mommy loves you. Now get ready to go play with Prince Keegan. King Steve is about to arrive with your sister's fiancé. Go get dressed and treat him well." You kiss each of your children's foreheads as you watch them happily go to get ready. Your newborn makes a small crying sound as she starts to wake up, and you gently rock her.

"She looks like you," your husband says as he sneaks into the room. You turn to look at him while your youngest daughter falls asleep in your arms once again.

"You're saying that because the other option is that she looks like Steve. But she does really look like me. And Thyra is looking more and more like you. I think each parent got a mini version of themselves. This little one here is my mini version. By the way, would you like to have the honor of naming the newest Princess of Asgard?" you whisper as you rest your head on Thor's chest, who is standing behind you.

"If I may, I would like to name our daughter the Legitimate Princess of Asgard, Frigga. Named in honor of her late grandmother, Queen Frigga. I'm sure my mother would be happy to know her granddaughter bears her name," Thor says, kissing your cheek. You feel happy that, at least now, he seems to be on your side. You both understand that his involvement with Jane and yours with Steve might actually be better for the continuation of your marriage. He had a son with Jane named Keegan, and this child made him understand what it’s like to be a father to someone he cannot claim as his own. So, he is trying not to have conflicts with Steve. The truce between Kyrax and Asgard is going smoothly.

"I know your mother's passing was difficult, but our daughter will carry her name as a tribute. And I'm relieved that you're accepting Sven and this baby as your children. I think we can finally be a family, even if a very different one." You say, gently kissing Thor on the lips. At least he is trying to be a good father and a good king.

"Saying that before you go to meet your lover is definitely very provocative," Thor laughs as you both pull away.

"I'm going to show our daughter to her other father. It's only fair. Besides, Keegan and Jane will be here. You need to make peace with the mother of your other child and spend time with him, even if he doesn't know you're his father," you say gently, trying to be rational. Over time, you realized you needed to find a way to stay connected with both parents of your children, even if it upsets them both.

"I think you should go. I'll be right behind you. Steve is in the garden," Thor says as he gently strokes little Frigga's forehead. She gives a slight smile while still sleeping. You turn and leave the room with Frigga in your arms. You walk to the garden, finding Steve playing with the children. He is actually spinning Thyra in the air while Sven and Keegan run around him. They seem to be having a lot of fun. As you approach, Steve gently sets Thyra down and lets the children play, slowly walking towards you.

"We managed to create a perfect future bride for Keegan, King Steve. Do you feel proud of that?" you whisper to him provocatively. He smiles as he watches Frigga sleep in your arms. You pass Frigga to Steve so he can hold the baby you made together. Frigga and Sven are the most beautiful work you and Steve have ever done.

"I feel proud to make beautiful babies with you. I want to do even more in the future." Steve speaks in your ear and you lightly slap his arm. How absurd it would be to imagine having more children.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Frigga will be my last child. I will not be carrying any more babies. If you want more children, talk to your wife and see if she wants them." You speak while holding little Frigga's hand. Steve smiles but seems to understand that you are serious.

"Jane has no interest in sleeping with me. I respect her for that. But I'm pleased for the children I have." He kisses the cheek of the baby in his lap and then you lay your head lightly on his shoulder.

"No marriage is easy but at least you have me. I'm going to try to make this crazy family of ours work." You say giving Steve a kiss and then you both admire the baby and the children. And that was the end of your story, married to King Thor while having an affair with King Steve. Creating the future heirs of Asgard and Kyrax and finally having the influence you deserve. This ending is certainly not perfect, after all both of your children's parents are idiots at many times, but you're the fucking Queen of Asgard. You will be able to deal with any problem and raise your children to be the best royals possible.

END

[antheiantics]

Things I would do as an ENTJ parent

Educate them on "The Art Of War" from an early age. If it's hard for them to get it, I would go as far as publishing a children's version of it.

Teach them proper manners and etiquette.

Gift each of them a plant, they must keep alive to develop a caring mechanism.

As soon as they prove to me they can take care of it, I'll get them a pet of their own choosing. Preferably a dog, if our household doesn't have one already. An animal of whatever kind, teaches responsibility

Read them fairy tales and mimic the voice of the characters for a full-blown experience.

Drink tea/fresh juice with them every morning and ask how they plan to spend their day. Later when they grow up, we'll have coffee.

Family dinners. That's a must.

Always urge them to communicate with me and their father about their feelings. It's important to me that they realize that we're not exactly mind readers and neither are other people.

Make sure they know what sarcasm is from an early age. That ages well, I promise you. And besides with me being their mother, they can't escape it either. Better get used to it.

Teach them to always fight for what they want and achieve it through any means necessary. Killing is off the table (we're not in The Purge, darlings, it's still illegal) Unfair play is off limits too - we honour truth and justice in this house. Otherwise, there are no limits whatsoever.

Talk with them like they are adults. The dog doesn't say "woof woof", it barks.

No matter what anyone says, they'll get their first phones when they turn 6 or 7 (meaning when they enter school). Before that, screen time will be minimized to certain movies and tv shows that I may make a separate list for (comment down below what movies and tv shows you would play for your kids so I can include them; would be nice if you write your MBTI and enneagram as well)

On the subject of phones: if they don't pick up the first time, I can take it. But if they don't pick up after 30 minutes when I call them again, I will come to the school or wherever they are and they will be grounded for life ( That's extreme, I know, maybe not grounded but definitely scolded)

I will make sure they know how to observe their surroundings.

Teach them to take charge when they believe is necessary. They don't have to be leaders but they must know how to be ones in case of need. This ages well, I promise, pt.2.

Make sure that they know that for school projects everyone must do their portion of the work unless their teammates are incompetent and lazy. Then, they would have to push themselves more to make the project succeed. Doesn't have to be perfect or the best one but if my kids are doing it, it probably will be *hair flip*

Teach them to handle money wisely. I didn't develop that habit even though my parents advised me a lot and at 20 I still find it difficult.

Introduce them to basic medicines they sell at pharmacies as soon as they can understand me. I grew up in a family where at 6, I knew what homeopathic medicine to take, depending on my symptoms. My mother and grandmother have medical backgrounds so I always knew what to do and therefore was calm. My children will definitely know that too.

If I have more than one kid as I wish, I will teach them to look after one another and protect each other. They must understand that a brother or a sister is the mightiest weapon anyone could have.

Get their aunt aka my best friend to teach them martial arts or at least basic self-defence.

Make sure they read a lot. Any kind of book, whatever book they are interested in. I'm all up for it. Not liking books isn't an option because in my opinion there is a book for any taste.

Make sure they forge their own style but still dress with taste and elegance.

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

I'm not being rude or evasive and if so, forgive me. I just have this doubt: why don't you illustrate baela with black skin like in the HBO series?

I'll tag the artist, @aifsaath in on this too, in case I'm speaking out of turn, but it is indeed something that we definitely discussed when we decided make this fic happen.

The simple answer is that we're writing from the book canon, and we went with book descriptions when possible, including their coloring and their body types. Of course, whenever there's an adaptation, the actors portrayed in the show are going to be the ones who first pop into people's minds, regardless of whether the fic is set in the book canon or the show canon, and that's fine! In fact, my first long-fic is based more on the show-verse, and I described that Baela as she appears on the show, with curly silver hair and brown skin. To me, they're different canons and there are legit reasons to choose one or the other, or to mix them up. For this fic we wanted to stick to one consistent canon rather than mixing and matching, and since the majority of the events that happen in this fic have not been depicted on the show yet, and won't for many years to come, we decided to go with Fire and Blood. Less simple answer below the cut.

Here's the more complicated answer. While the show chooses not to focus too heavily on this aspect of the world building, the Valyrians are racial supremacists. They believe in blood purity and consider themselves to be better than non-Valyrians. The Targaryen dynasty in particular has built a whole mythos around Targaryen exceptionalism based on their special blood, but the blood is shown time and again to not actually be all that special. It's a lie, like white supremacy itself is a lie. Targaryens can't get sick, until they do. Only those with Targaryen blood can ride dragons, until Nettles comes along. Targaryens must marry their brothers and sisters, and nothing bad will come of this because they are a special exception, but it literally ruins multiple people's lives and causes at least one massive war. The Valyrians weren't special chosen ones, they were slavers, eugenicists, they practiced blood magic (heavily implied to involve human sacrifice), and their hubris led to their doom. And while it's kind of heavy handed, it's not coincidental that GRRM made these folks pale haired and pale skinned and made them obsessed with preserving Targaryen purity. OFCIR is critical of this, and we did not think it was a great idea to make George's fantasy version of white supremacists into POC since they are blood supremacists in our fic, something the show waters down a lot, at least so far. George has actually said that he once had the idea of making ALL of the Valyrians Black, as a kind of uno-reverse on white supremacy, but realized that would probably be a bad look and scrapped the idea.

Some fans are also very attached to the idea of the special blood actually being special. Online I've already seen people arguing that Nettles, who was written in the books as a Black woman, could simply be of Velaryon blood (nevermind that the Velaryons were not dragonriders by blood, Addam Velaryon rides a dragon, probably due to centuries of Velaryon mixing with the Targs), when in Fire and Blood it is heavily implied that Nettles tamed a dragon the good old fashioned way (by feeding it!) rather than bonding to one by blood. And when Rhaenyra believes Nettles is fooling around with Daemon, she throws around insults that imply Nettles' blood is impure, calling her "common," saying Daemon would never lie with such a "low creature," and finally accuses her of sorcery to tame her dragon, saying, "you only have to look at her to know she doesn't have a drop of dragon blood in her." Hair and eye color alone can't be what she's talking about either, because book!Rhaenys has dark hair, and Rhaenyra's own sons are brown haired and brown eyed. And while I have no doubt that the show will likely change this storyline significantly, we are using book canon. For what it's worth, I think it's significant that the one canonically Black dragonrider is the one who does not get her dragonriding skills from her "pure" Valyrian blood, but through skill and perseverance. It's a deconstruction of racial supremacy, but it doesn't work if she is simply another hidden Valyrian.

But you might have noticed the art gives Aegon a more golden skin tone, and that's because his mixed heritage is a part of his story. And although later on some Hightowers are described as having light blonde hair (possibly because Rhaena marries into the bloodline), Oldtown is very close to Dorne, and the southern part of the Reach is closest to the Summer Isles of any part of the realm. Oldtown is this major trading port, with people coming in and out from all over the world for thousands of years. Oldtown has a history of being a center of trade for a lot longer than King's Landing has, so we imagine the southern Reach as being as pretty diverse place, a bit like the Mediterranean in our world. It's fair to say you'd have Reacher families with a wide variety of skin tones, which is why you see that in @aifsaath's drawings of Aegon, and in our descriptions, he is indeed darker than Baela.

[vee-crytraps]

hi!! don't mind me, just passing to say I love your writing and I've been reading and rereading kmm and glb like a madwoman these past few days. I swear you write so scrumptious-ly I want to eat your brain (good).

these is just an idea, a rant perhaps, but I love Tim's and batsis' dynamic in kmm when she just goes "can I watch?" (relatable) and him saying (want me to eat you out?" hahsha god I snorted so bad loved it. they're actually the more sibling-y and for some reason I just love the trust and comfort and comfyness (is that even a word? don't know, english ain't my first language). I just want to feed him properly, offer cuddles and massage his shoulders 😞.

also, I like to think that Jason's and batsis' in glb are kind of like a slow burn? cause you know, they don't really have the closeness she has with the rest. I feel like bc she's so aware and attentive (?) she even can read Damian (sometimes) better than she can Jason. and so, they construct this relationship that even tho they call it sibling-y it feels more of a awkward friends to lovers. but you know, slow burn cause Jason got great (doubtful) self control (I'm looking at you Dick). he tries so hard to be the brother he never gave her a chance to have but ends up straying from that role into a more annoying friend that's emotionally constipated but tries and is soft for her and it's so obvious he has heart eyes.

also, I love to think she could Damian and Jason as if they were wounded animals? idk, I just love intimacy and sweet moments and obviously I need to gravitate towards the most grumpy-angy boys 😭😭😭😭.

+ imagine reader just washing there hair after readying a bath for them? good god (I'm definitely projecting my wants onto her sorry).

this is a rant I'm sorry, the batboys just plague my mind on a daily basis and I'm not managing.

here 🤲🫀 (could I be anatomically accurate heart anon? cause love that emoji lol)

love you, hope you have a good day 🫂🫂🫂🫂

🫀 anon!!! You GET IT!!! You are in my brain and I am letting you know that you're allowed to have a little nibble of it as a treat!!!

With Dick there is some sibling comfort, but ultimately at the end of the day she's got rose colored glasses on with him. She'll try to sit a bit straighter, do her hair a bit nicer. She's comfy with him but is always trying to be the best version of herself. But with TIM, it's no holds barred. They'll horse around and pick on each other. They can be curious and gross and just be themselves (we'll see a lot of that in the next chapter of glb!). Their relationship is very sibling-y. Yes! I think that she and Jason are slow burn-y for sureeee. They never hung out the year he was Robin, and through his early RH days he mostly kept up with the bats because they saw eachother on the feild. Now that he's trying to be a part of their civilian family dynamic he now has this little sister that he like literally never talked to. So to him really she's just a cute girl that lives in the house, and while he's attracted to her he's holding back because getting with her is the sort of fuck up everyone else is expecting from him??? And she's sweet! And she gives a shit about him even after his murder phase! She's choosing him, scars and all, and calling for help? Jason loooooved being her knight in shining armor, while also struggling with the totally filthy thoughts he has about her. He both does and doesn't want to corrupt her, per the first chapter of KMM! She for sure treats them like wounded animals! Big agree! If it works, it works haha ALSO??? That bath thing??? Feed me anon. I cannot promise I will use everything but that is so good. Tim would definitely have his hair washed. ilu2! Have a nice day!

[aoki553]

i like makoto too but its... interesting, to say the least, that you feel the need to explain away and justify his actions and treatment of his sister instead of just... discussing them or explaining how you think he is mentally and/or how he can make up for his actions... regardless of his theoretical mental illness and trauma, hes STILL responsible for his own actions, and his sister never deserved to be treated that way.

long post ahead sorry about it

eh i'm trying my best to not justify him. i've just been so attached to the character and he means a lot to me so him being disregarded as a creepy siscon just bothers me yk? and i made my own posts and analysis of his mental illness i suspected... i just try to not correct or confront people about it whenver they do talk about him. that scares me lol

the thing is... he can't make up for his actions? he's a comedic relief siscon character that doesn't get any depth nor character development throughout the series. what could he possibly do to redeem himself without us having to write fanfiction about it? yes, i like to imagine him being a better brother, getting help for his disorder and issues. but that's just my interpretation of a flawed and underwritten character. and a lot of it is influenced by makokuu. but canon doesn't help much here.

he's not great, but he would've had more redeeming qualities if he wasn't a one joke character. i can't really do much about it but make up my own scenarios and stories on how he could be a good brother while acknowledging he's not a great person.

kokomi doesn't deserve to be stalked and makoto being so jealous and protective of her in his disturbed ways. i agree. but some people make him out to be some sort of sexual abuser in this scenario, which he isnt. we see domestic teruhashi siblings only what 3 times? maybe 2 more if we count them going to the movies together and on christmas... id love to see more scenarios of them just being siblings. but no. most of the scenes with him were written to be an exaggerated siscon trope. to be funny...

yes he is responsible for his actions, but he does need help. the help everyone is aware he shouldve gotten long ago before his obsession morphed his perception of whats acceptable for him to do to someone he loves and cares about. but what can we do about it when we never get to see him get better?

but at the same time i simply cannot think of him as the fanon "GUYS HE WANTS TO DO DIRTY STUFF TO HER KILL THAT PERVERT" anymore. despite his nonexisting depth, im doing my best to explore his character as much as i can.

😔 yeah, i apologize for rambling or getting defensive whenever someone gives an opinion on that one boy i have an unhealthy attachment to.

i'm likely this way due to being harassed before back when i had to pretend like i only like a purified version of makoto to not have my safety threatened. i take this stuff too personally sometimes and feel genuinely threatened, apologies. a doxxing attempt over an anime boy and opinions can fuck someone up for years yk? :(

i do love this character dearly and i know i'm getting enough weird looks in the fandom for it, its even worse when my autistic ass can't explain themselves properly, my bad..

hope this long rambling session cleared some stuff up, heres a wholesome terusibs moment <3

[hotcocoaandstripedsweaters]

OC-tober Day 22: Kisser having a difficult conversation

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

Once again under a cut, what can I say

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

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“Oh vod’iiiiikaaaa,” Kisser sing-songed in the manner of annoying older brothers everywhere.

“What.” Melt snapped. Her voice was muffled by the pillow she was attempting to smother herself with.

“Is that any way to talk to your favorite batchmate?” Kisser clicked his tongue in faux disappointment.

“Go. Away.”

Kisser would have continued to pester her, but instead his gaze caught a PADD on the floor, clearly flung in a fit of pique. He picked it up to find it unlocked and opened to a dense bit of legalese. He sat on the bunk, dangerously within kicking range.

“Do you want to tell me about it and keep your place on the page or let me figure it out on my own and lose it?” he asked.

Melt grumbled, “It’s not even about that. You won’t get it.”

“Fair enough,” Kisser settled in, locking the PADD and setting it aside. “I still want to help.”

Melt threw the pillow at him, but sat up. She scowled, but her eyes were tellingly red-rimmed.

“How is it,” she bit out, “that there are seven sisters in the 501st, but somehow I’m the only one in the fucking 212th?” 

Kisser winced. “Bad luck?”

Melt scowled at him, but accepted it. “Intellectually, I know that.”

“But it doesn’t feel fair.”

“Nope.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Before Kisser could figure out what to say, Melt spoke again.

“It’s like…I hear stories about other sisters who came out and because they were visible, other sisters realized what was up with themselves or finally felt like there was a word for it and they found each other. That happened for like…four of the 501st’s? But here, I’m the only one as far as I know, and it gets lonely, cause none of the rest of you can really relate and I don’t have anyone I can talk to who just gets it without me needing to explain.”

Kisser frowned. “Sounds like it blows.”

Melt snorted, nudging his back with her knee. “Yeah, it blows.”

“You can’t even punch the problem,” he said.

That got a bark of laughter. “I dunno,” she mused, “punching a Kaminoan might make me feel better.”

“I can draw one on the punching bag at the gym?” Kisser offered.

Melt properly giggled at that. “I’d love to see you explain that to the Commander.”

“If it lasts long enough for the Commander to see it, you aren’t punching hard enough.”

They didn’t go to the gym, though. Instead, Melt picked the PADD back up off the desk. “Did you know the legal requirements for a species’ eligibility for citizenship–besides, you know, approval by two thirds of the Senate–are sentience and sapience?”

Kisser desperately reoriented himself to the new conversational track. “Nope.”

“Do you even know the difference?” Melt teased, slightly too sharp but not hurtful–to Kisser, at least.

“Nope.”

“Sentience is about having sensations and emotions, sentience is about thinking and learning, basically. That’s the short version, anyway.” Melt highlighted a portion of the legalese as she spoke, like that was going to help Kisser any. Maybe it was just to have something to do with her hands.

“Makes sense,” Kisser said, mostly just to confirm he was listening.

“But that means they have to test for these things without being obviously specist,��� Melt handed over the PADD, which Kisser politely pretended to skim. “So one of the tests is about extant socio-cultural structures and the capacity to interrogate them–not whether it’s punished to the point where no one does, that actually helps to prove it’s possible but gets into Sophont Rights issues.”

Kisser blinked, “Is that why the Kaminoans are so convinced we’re not sentient? They think we can’t philosophize?”

Melt laughed, “Kind of seems that way, doesn’t it? Anyway, an example given of this type of interrogation is ‘individuals assigned socio-cultural roles questioning, rejecting, and/or otherwise changing their assigned designations.’”

Something clicked into place. “Like gender?”

“Like gender.”

“So, by their own rules, we’re sophonts. And you’re literally proof.”

“Yup,” she popped the ‘p,’ “Like, we both already knew, it’s not a surprise to literally any Vode ever, but–proof positive. I could be Exhibit A. Me!”

“Damn,” Kisser breathed. “I see why you got mad.”

“Yeah.”

~+~

Day 23

[thelightsandtheroses]

Theories? Ideas? Triple frontier?? Spill the tea babe

Thank you so much for the ask, lovely! Ah, Triple Frontier - I actually rewatched the film twice recently when I was travelling as my film for the flight. I just genuinely adore Frankie Morales and I really want to write something for him. I apologise in advance if this answer is way too long!

My fic idea for Frankie: I really want to play with some tropes I love but haven’t written before. I’ve already seen some done brilliantly in this fandom (e.g. brother’s best friend) so I want to leave those for now as I’m not sure my idea would add anything new to that trope but there are some fun ones to still explore.

I am a big fan of he falls first and friends to lovers, both of which I think are quite Frankie Morales in general.

The idea I’m currently playing with is post film, with Frankie in the position of kind of part way through getting himself together again; he’s single, trying to get more visitation with his kid, is finally trying to stop couch surfing and get his licence back so he’s not entirely at rock bottom but he’s not where he wants to be. He meets the reader, though I’m still deciding if I want to make them an ofc as writing as the reader is newer to me and feels slightly less natural but then practice might help! My current ideas is to have the Reader coming in as the friend of Benny’s new girlfriend (or possibly some other way I’m still ironing that out) who hasn’t been in Florida long and ends up becoming good friends with the boys. The other idea I have for this which I’m leaning more towards is she’s linked to Tom somehow - because while I am not a fan of Tom it could be super interesting to use this to explore life after the film too for the boys and her finding out more about what happened. Like maybe she’s his niece or sister who has moved back to Florida? Anyway, the Reader has her own past she’s working through, and the two of them connect but neither of them realise at first the other likes the other that way so they’re both hiding their feelings and trying to get themselves to a version of themselves they think will be more ready for the other, not realising where they are. Hopefully it will be better and less vague than it sounds writing it down here. I also have a bodyguard au idea for him but I’ve never written a plot like that so I’m a little nervous.

My general Frankie head-canons and theories

I feel like the movie just broke him systematically over an hour and half so I kind of want to write something that’s about him putting himself back together again. Also I think he was done with Pope’s scheme before he even got on the plane. He did it for loyalty over anything else.

Also I think as much as we’re told about his loyalty and friendship with Pope, some of that to me read as more of the actors’ friendship coming through than just the script. Maybe it’s me, so I’m interested to see how I could explore that friendship more in the wake of the film, like Pope looks pretty worried about Frankie at the end but is also talking about going to Australia.

I have a whole playlist I’ve been building for Frankie and writing him/the idea I mentioned. There’s a fair bit of Taylor Swift (like all my playlists) but also I have some 90s there, some Fleetwood Mac (Frankie loves Fleetwood Mac, I’m sure of it) and also a song called Sometimes by Gerry Cinnamon which felt quite Frankie to me.

Other ideas: I’ve been playing with a couple of ideas for some Joel Miller fics too - more one shots, one idea I have is about bonding over music and the other is a Jackson era idea

Thank you so much for the ask and hopefully I haven’t rambled too much

[catherine-the-doll-ballerina]

Why I don’t like Jackie and Hyde romantically, and why they work better as a sibling duo.

When I first watched “That 70′s Show” I’ll admit, J/H had my attention. I thought they had major potential, and I was rooting for them. ‘Then what changed you ask?’ Season 3 episode 18. Yup, the episode J/K got back together. Post-episode 18, J/H hardly spoke, or interacted for that matter. So naturally I lost interest, and when J/H got together in season 5  I just didn’t care anymore. It felt random, and a way for the writers to spice up the show. Which is whatever, not a big deal. Well, that’s what I thought until I watched their relationship unfold on my screen. In my opinion, J/H was toxic and messy, and that’s why I’ll stand by saying they worked better in a sibling dynamic. But before I get to that, I wanna talk a little more of why I find J/H to be toxic.

Chang isn’t a bad thing. Both J/H had things about themselves, they needed to improve on. However, I don’t think it was written well. Watching, I always felt Jackie was always the one who had to compromise. I never thought Hyde did much changing for Jackie. It seemed one-sided. That and there was always this awkward tension in J/H relationship. Also, no trust either. J/H never fully trusted each other. And I don’t believe it was ever going to get better. Not with Hyde cheating with the nurse, and with Sam.

Imo, Hyde never truly loved Jackie, and Jackie never truly loved Hyde. I think Jackie loved the version of Hyde she made up in her head. And if they ever did love each other, it was platonic. As it always should have been. But no, two people can’t possibly love each other in a non-romanic way. That’s against the rules. Which leads me to my main argument that J/H worked better as a big brother/ little sister duo.

Pre season 5 Hyde this sense of protectiveness over Jackie. That I never viewed as romantic. But in a older brother looking out for his sister type of way (Yes, brothers don’t take their sister to prom. I know that, shut up) For example; spending the day trying to make Jackie feel better after she first dumps Kelso, helping Jackie deal with being bullied by Laurie, punching Chip, taking Jackie’s side when she crashed Kelso’s van, getting arrested for Jackie. None of the examples I listed Imo, came from a romantic place. But again, the older sibling protecting the younger one.

It makes me sad the writers didn’t stick with J/H just being friends. I’ll always believe putting J/H together was a huge mistake. They’re just too different, and have different wants and needs. 

You know, J/H whole relationship is what made me hate Hyde in the first place. I didn’t like how he treated Jackie, and season 8 certainly didn’t help  (Yes, I consider season 8 canon)

In conclusion, I loved J/H relationship seasons 1-3, but after that there was nothing else for me to root for.

[the-firebird69]

Samuel Adams - Wikipedia

My brother was a statesman and he was a warrior and he was a lawmaker and a peacemaker. Is not a scoundrel thief he was someone who talked to people to get them together to get them to get along to work together including Magdaddy. He was an intellectual and he works on a lot of things like the Townsend Act the Sugar Act and import duties and all sorts of things to let people know that the Max are not wanted there and that they're oppressive and the max would tell them themselves and they also report why they were doing these acts and stopping them from ruining them because they need to have industry and right now these documents are being drawn up a little bit. Of the persons and he's also an atoms is BJ A and I think that was John Adams and he says I'm right and he said I do see something we need to figure out what to do and my brother did it this way and I'm trying to look it up and he said ohh I see you don't know what you're doing you said yeah that's right so he was a powerful statesman trump at the time was doing work as well but he was a troublemaker but he was fighting the empire just had some nasty habits and still does that are worse now very bad and Magdaddy is not making the peace and it's a disaster in the making hopefully these things will change it this beer I worked on with my brother and my wife and her sister but we work together on it to make an inexpensive very high quality old fashioned brew that's not unhealthy that was rich and had nutrients and had and had preserves that were not bad for you. He went to town and he found one of his brews that would fit and he named it after his character and I'm told that he was inspired to do so because I helped him figure out what to do and he helped me by naming it Sam Adams Brother and other people like Mac Daddy brought me up in Boston and I learned about the Constitution of the United States and to adhere to it it's not to be mocked or made fun of it's about how to get along with people for real and those who don't wanna participate don't have to be here you're not forced to and Trump has a wicked plan to secede it's supposed to be a game and he's taking it seriously and he is ruining a lot of people and it's not really appreciated. This beer is very special to me and I want Olympus to each pick up on it and send in there revolutionary War. People who were involved to have a second crack hit them with the same beer and as a signal we're doing it with a lot of stuff but this will be out loud sort of and George Washington saved a lot of my people by being in office and he was saving his own and sadly they were not having children. someday this reabble cn meetup again with me in pub nd hve a sam adams or two me non lchoholic version fo sam adams. and drink toh is memory like we should

Zues

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Hera

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Thor Freya

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Olympus

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