#like everyone’s like ‘oh she has free time’ and asks me to sort their shit

[edge-oftheworld]

if I didn’t have responsibilities I’d be popping up at random venues around Sydney FOR SURE in case ashton shows up

[redstarwriting]

bestie

spider squad x black cat!fem!reader

request?: yes

request: “hi! okay i love your works and my brains been rotting thinking abt this lol. i was wondering if i could request a black cat variant! reader that somehow (idk how sorry ), she's apart of the spider-society? Given that black cats backstory isn't all that nice, maybe she has a deal W miguel to let her stay if she makes sure she uses her skills to help the society instead of stealing? and how the squad(miles, gwen, pav, hobie) meet her in the society?”

requested by: anon​

word count: 2.1k

genre: platonic and chaotic LMAO

Warnings: language, stealing, bad Spanish, slight Gwen crush if you squint but also like not really

A/N: STOP I LOVE WRITING PLATONIC AND CHAOTIC THINGS!! i did change up the prompt a bit as they didn’t meet her in spider society necessarily (even though the did, they just didn’t know it lol) i hope you enjoy this anon! also if anyone wants to knows some of the specific songs that gave me black cat 2099 vibes lemme know 👀 i’ll make a post

pt ii - becoming hobie’s bestie

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Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, and Hobie were called to “the principal’s office” as they started calling it. So here they are, in front of Miguel, waiting to be reprimanded for something they did. “I have a mission for the three of you,” he says, pointing to Miles, Gwen, and Pav. “Hobie, you’re not needed.”

“Like ‘ell I’m not,” he says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. Miguel subtly smiles to himself. Reverse psychology. Works every time.

“Wait, what?” Miles asks, eyes wide. “You aren’t gonna yell at us for existing?” Gwen asks, equally as surprised. Miguel rolls his eyes. “For existing? When have I ever…” he trails off as Pav, Hobie, and Gwen point at Miles. 

And Miles points at himself. 

“Dios mío,” Miguel mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. I’m not doing that. This time.”

“What’s the mission then? Are we going somewhere new? Oh! Can I bring back a souvenir?” Pavitr asks, excitedly. “No, but I’m sure you’ll end up with some sort of souvenir regardless,” Miguel grumbles, and Hobie raises his eyebrow. “Well, what do you mean by that?” Gwen asks and Miguel types into his computer. A picture of a girl pops up on the screen. “I need you to bring me her.”

“Uhhh what? You want us to bring you a… civilian?” Miles asks, and Miguel nods. “She’ll respond to you all better. You’re the same age,” Miguel says, and they all glance at each other. “Can you not be secretive for like, a couple of seconds? Is she an anomaly?”

“No, Gwen. Just bring her to Spider Society, please. She’s from this universe, so I’m just sending you to where I need you to go,” Miguel says, opening a portal for them to go through. They all glance at each other before Gwen shrugs, walking through the portal. Miles and Pav follow her, and Hobie rolls his eyes following the three of them. They find themselves… at a show? They’re on top of the catwalk in a stadium show, looking down at the audience. “What the hell?” Gwen mumbles and Hobie is intrigued when he sees the instruments on the stage. “Now why did he send us to a concert?” Miles asks, and Pav shrugs. Right at that moment, the lights go down and everyone starts to scream. “So, you think she’s in the crowd? How are we supposed to find someone in all of these people?” Miles asks, and Pav shrugs. “I can do it, easily,” Pav says, and Miles and Gwen give him a Look™. “What?! It’s simple you just look for her face! Miguel showed us a picture of her.”

“Aye, ‘e’s right. Found her,” Hobie says, and they all look at him. He’s pointing, and they follow his finger. “SHE’S THE SINGER?!” Gwen yells as the music starts. “Yeah. Guess we gotta wait for the set to finish,” Hobie says, shrugging and sitting on the catwalk, ��Gettin’ a free show outta this shit at least.”

“Oh, please, every show you’ve ever been to has been free,” Gwen says, sitting next to him, taking her mask off. Hobie, Pav, and Miles all follow suit. “What does Miguel want with a singer?”

“I like her outfit,” Pav says, ignoring Miles’ question and sitting next to Gwen. Miles quickly slips between Pav and Gwen, shooing him away slightly. “Not my style. Lyrics ain’t bad,” Hobie says, leaning back and observing the performance, “She can sing, I’ll give ‘er ‘at.”

“I fuck with it. Lyrics speak to me,” Gwen says, and Pav nods. “She seems angry.”

“Yeah, that’s why I can respect what she’s doin’. Threatenin’ and angry music is cool,” Hobie says, bobbing his head up and down. Gwen nods. “Okay, guys, seriously, what does Miguel want with a singer?”

“Maybe she’s a scientist or something? Miguel needs her help?” Gwen suggests, and Miles shakes his head. “Nah, I feel like he’d just meet with her then.”

“He did mention she was close to our age, though. And her songs make it sound like she has an issue with authority,” Pav mentions, and Hobie nods. “I fuck with ‘er.” They all look at him. “Oh, I get it. She’s Hobie’s age,” Gwen says, and Hobie raises his eyebrow. “What does ‘at ‘ave to do with anythin’?”

“You two are the same age, both have a problem with authority… whatever she is, she needs someone she can relate to to actually come with us,” Gwen says, and Hobie nods. “Guess ‘at makes sense.” The four of them continue watching the concert. Even though it isn’t necessarily punk music, Hobie loves the lyrics. And Gwen loves all of the songs because she understands the lyrics more than the other guys. Miles is enjoying it because Gwen is enjoying it, and Pav is enjoying it because other people are enjoying it. However, neither of them would probably listen to this after this mission. When you’re nearing the end, Miles slips his mask back on. “Alright, everyone. What’s the plan?”

“We need to get backstage,” Gwen says, slipping her mask on as well. “‘ave a gander down there,” Hobie says, pointing at some marks on the stage. “What’s that?” Pav asks. “Pyrotechnics. When they go off, we go in,” Hobie says, and they all nod. “Hope they’re big enough that no one sees us,” Gwen mumbles and Hobie scoffs. “Gwendy, it’s a stadium show. It’s ‘bout to be big,” he says. The four of them prepare, running along the catwalk and getting ready to web back to where you would disappear to. Sure enough, the pyrotechnics go off and Hobie was right. They’re big. It gives them the advantage as they slip undetected backstage. They hide high up, watching as you run offstage after your encore. They silently follow you to your dressing room and Miles points at an air vent. Gwen nods, quietly yanking it off of its hinges. She crawls inside, taking a glance to make sure you’re still clothed, and then motions for the boys to follow.

Meanwhile, you’re wiping your makeup off, sipping on some water to soothe your throat from your performance. You walk away from the giant mirror to go grab a snack in the corner of the room when, suddenly, you feel like someone is watching you. You subtly unsheathe your hairbrush, which doubles as a dagger. Just in case. You take a deep breath, turning around, and throwing it. Miles leaps out of the way, and the other three’s eyes are wide. The accuracy with that throw was a little too good. “None of you are Miguel,” you say, on edge still. “Ay, don’t compare me to that bloody bloke. I’d rather die than be called ‘im,” Hobie says, and you give him an amused look. “I can arrange that,” you say, and Gwen clears her throat. “I just wanted to say your concert was like, totally, awesome.”

“Aw, thanks! Did you pay to watch?” you ask and she looks around. “Well uh… I, um—” She gets cut off by your laugh. “I’m kidding. I don’t give a fuck if you didn’t. In fact, I would prefer you didn’t,” you explain. “Oh! Then no. Too cool to pay, you know?” Gwen rambles and Miles turns his head to her, giving her a look that translates into ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ You chuckle. “Why are you four here, then? Señor O’Hara miss me?” you take a bite of the snack you picked, leaning against the wall. “How do you know Miguel?” Pav asks and you snort. “Long story. Oh! He finally find out I took something from him?” you ask, tossing your food to the side and crossing your arms. “I… we actually don’t know. He just said we had to bring you back to—”

“Wait he’s actually inviting me into his super secret spider society?” you ask, a look of excitement spreading across your face. “Uh. Yes?” Miles says, and you squeal. “This is so exciting! My first time being invited, okay, great, hold on,” you say, quickly running off and behind the changing room divider. “Uh… you’re just gonna come with us?” Gwen asks, and you yell a quick ‘yep!’ They all look at each other and shrug. “No offense, sweet’eart, but I thought it woulda been ‘arder to convince ya. Wasn’t aware bein’ invited by a stuck-up wanker like ‘im was all it would take,” Hobie says, and they hear a giggle from behind the screen. “Oh this isn’t my first time in his little fanclub,” you step out from behind the divider, garnishing an all-black catsuit with shiny black gloves coming to claws at the fingers. A small eye mask adorns your face, and you smirk. “It’s just the first time he’ll know I’m there.”

“Holy shit, no way! You’re Black Cat!” Gwen says, and you do a little curtsy. “Pleased to make your acquaintance officially, Gwen Stacy,” you say, and her eyes get big. “How did you know—”

“Like I said. Not my first time there. Surprising since you all have that spidey sense or whatever, but guess I’m just that good,” you say, pulling out a dimension-hopping watch. “When did you—”

“Do I have to say I’ve been to your Spidertopia already again? Come on, I’m sure your pendejo of a boss is waiting for us,” you grin, and Hobie shakes his head. “Not my boss. I like you, though. Gettin’ fuck the establishment vibes,” he says, and you wink at him. “Thanks, Hobie Brown. Appreciate it. Also, Pavitr, you need to tell me what your haircare routine is,” you walk through the portal, and the four of them follow after you. Sure enough, you step out of the portal and stand right in front of Miguel’s desk. “Hello there, Spider-Boy,” you say, and he sighs. “(Y/n). Give me the device back. Now.”

“I’m good, actually. Been having too much fun with it,” you say, placing it on your wrist. He mutters something in Spanish as the four of them appear behind you. “Wait, if you’re Black Cat, why are you like… a superstar?” Miles asks, taking his mask off. “Was told at a young age to never settle for second best. So, I never did. Also if you want to steal from the big leagues, you have to be in with the big leagues,” you say, shrugging. “Damn, she is… so cool,” Gwen whispers. “We have an agreement, (Y/n),” MIguel says and you groan. “Miguel! Big guy, amigo, can I call you that?”

“No.”

“Don’t care, when have I ever stuck with an agreement?” you ask and he frowns. “This is all because you want to be able to come here whenever you want, isn’t it?” he asks and you grin. “You’re so smart, bestie,” you say and he groans. “You’re impossible.”

“I know. So can I come here and not have to worry about multiple spiders biting me all at once?” you ask, and he sighs. “Yes.”

“YE—”

“BUT!”

“Fuck, there’s a but,” you groan, as he continues talking, “No. Stealing.” You feign offense. “What makes you think I would ever steal something from here?” He points to your wrist. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. This was gifted to me.”

“By who.”

“Myself.”

“Esta maldita chica,” he mumbles, and you grin. “Well, thank you so much for approving my breaking and entering of your little arachnid club. I’ll be sure to return everything I’ve taken in hopes that you would notice I wanted to be invited,” you grin, and he clenches his jaw. “You step one toe out of line—”

“I woooon’t! Promise! Before I return everything though, I kinda have a heist planned in Earth-42,” you shrug, pulling up a portal. “I’ll tell Miles you said hi, Miles,” you give him a smirk, but before disappearing into the portal, you hear Miguel. “When you’re done come back here. I actually might be able to use you for something.”

You smile at him. “Say less, Spider-Man.” Then, you disappear. “We’re about to see a lot more of her, aren’t we?” Miles asks, and Miguel sighs and nods. “Dude! She is so cool!” Gwen says, and Hobie nods. “She don’t take shit from no one. Respectable.”

“She’s funny! And she was able to shut you down, Miguel, that never happens,” Pav says, laughing a bit. “She seems kinda crazy,” Miles says.”

“What, like we aren’t?” Gwen retaliates and he shrugs. “I am perfectly sane! Most of the time…”

Miguel runs his hand through his hair in frustration as the four of them continue discussing you while walking out of the room.

He was not looking forward to the friendship the five of you were about to form.

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[parkerslatte]

Finding Home || Part Eleven

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings; attempted sa. violence. blood and injury. smut.

Summary: After a night spent at the theatre, Y/N finally sees what Azriel is capable of and that she has a violent streak of her own. When they return to the Inn, feelings Azriel had kept to himself come to light.

Finding Home Masterlist

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The concert came to an end and Y/N sat there in awe. Two hundred years had passed since she had seen all of the musicians perform and it was just as beautiful as she remembered. Y/N continued to sit in her seat even as the curtains were drawn and everyone began to leave the theatre. 

“Y/N,” Azriel said, nudging her arm. “Are you ready to go?”

“Oh?” Y/N said as she was snapped out of her trance. “Yes, of course.”

Azriel stood first and offered Y/N his arm and the two walked out of the theatre together. Adrenaline was still coursing through her veins as she rambled on to Azriel about the performance. Despite that he was sitting directly next to her through the entire performance, she described everything in great detail. 

As they left the theatre, they picked up two glasses of wine on the way out before making their way to the harbour. It was quiet as the tavern was closed. The only sound was the sea just beyond the wall. 

“Shit,” Azriel muttered. 

“What is it?” Y/N asked. 

“I left my jacket in the theatre,” Azriel said. 

“Go back and get it,” Y/N said, sitting down on a bench with her drink. “I’ll wait here. It’s quite peaceful.”

“Are you sure?” Azriel said. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’ll be fine,” Y/N said, taking the wine Azriel had out of his hands. “The only thing in danger here is your wine.”

“I won’t be too long,” Azriel said. 

“I’ll be here,” Y/N said and took a sip from her drink. 

Y/N watched until Azriel was out of sight before turning her attention to the large stretch of sea. It was beautiful even in the dark. Y/N decided that she wanted to return to the Summer Court more often. 

A whistle was directed Y/N’s way as two fae males sauntered over to her. Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“Look what we have here,” the shorter one of the two said. “We haven’t seen you around here before.

“For good reason,” Y/N mumbled and took a sip from her drink. 

“Would you look at that, Aerin? She has bite,” the taller one said, getting uncomfortably close to Y/N. “I like that.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder but couldn’t find Azriel anywhere, not even a sliver of his shadows. Panic rose within her, she only knew basic self defence and she was sure that wouldn’t work on the two males standing before her. 

“Would you two imbeciles mind leaving me alone?” Y/N snapped as she spotted a shadow dart into her view then out once again. 

The shorter male, Aerin, slid into the seat beside her. “Don’t be like that. All we are doing is being friendly.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood from her seat. “I think you and I have different definitions of friendly.”

Y/N didn’t know exactly which direction Azriel was in but she began to walk regardless, wanting nothing more than to get away from the two males. Just as she thought she was far enough away, a hand gripped onto her upper arm tightly, pulling her back. 

“Get the fuck off me!” Y/N exclaimed, attempting to pull her arm away. 

“Come on, have one drink with us,” the taller one said, pulling her back to his chest. “We’ll show you a good time.”

Y/N continued to struggle but despite her attempts, the grip the male had on her was like iron. She did the only thing she could with the limbs she had free. She stomped her heel into the male's foot repeatedly. And she did it again. And again. And again. Until the heel of her shoe plunges fully into the male’s foot, blood spraying on her foot. 

In her fit of rage, Y/N had failed to notice the steel grip the male had on her was no more. Y/N let out a long breath of air as she looked at the male’s foot, mangled and bloody. She felt a grim sort of satisfaction at the pain on his face. 

“Y/N!” Azriel’s voice cut through the silence. 

“Az,” Y/N said, turning to the direction of his voice, still panting. 

“My shadows told me…” He trailed off as he noted the blood covering her foot and the man slumped against his friend. 

“What did he do to you?” Azriel asked, his eyes darkening. 

“This isn’t my blood, it’s his,” Y/N said, taking a step away from the male. 

Azriel’s gaze trailed down to the man’s mangled foot and it was as if he pieced together the information. 

“A wound like that can only come from one direction,” Azriel said darkly, stalking towards the males. “You must have held her to your chest if the faint bruise on her arm is anything to go by.”

“We didn’t do anything,” the taller one begged, holding onto his injured foot.

“Try again,” Azriel said, his voice eerily calm. Y/N could only stand there and watch. 

“The bitch was asking for it!” Aerin grunted. 

Before Y/N could comprehend anything. Azriel shot across the street and pinned the male against a wall, the wall cracked from the force. Y/N couldn’t hear what Azriel was saying but the petrified look in Aerin’s eyes spoke a thousand words. 

The shadowsingers forearm was pressed against Aerin’s windpipe, cutting off all oxygen as Aerin struggled to breathe. Y/N slowly walked closer to the scene. Aerin’s feet dangled from the floor as he tried to kick Azriel away from him but the shadowsinger was an unmoveable wall, prepared to take any brunt of damage the desperate male would try to inflict. 

Aerin’s eyes began to glass over and that was when Y/N decided to step in. 

“Azriel,” she said softly. 

Azriel’s head snapped in her direction, a look in his eyes she had never witnessed before. It was at that moment she realised that before her stood the shadowsinger, not the Azriel she had gotten to know– gotten to love. 

Love. 

Y/N had never admitted it to herself before. Of course she had felt this pull towards Azriel since they met and she only thought it was friendship at first. But the more she got to know him, the deeper in love she fell. 

It was easy. Despite his hardened exterior, Azriel was someone who loved deeply and fully and cared about those close to him. Y/N was lucky to be one of the few who were allowed to see him relaxed, see him smile and joke– feel his touch. 

Most others would be intimidated by Azriel’s role in the Night Court and Y/N didn’t blame them. Seeing only a portion of what he could do right before her eyes was shocking and a contrast from the Azriel she had gotten used to. However she wasn’t scared, not in the slightest. Of course she never thought she would be, she knew what his job consisted of. She knew what she was possibly getting into when she befriended him. And she loved him more for it. Now Y/N had seen all sides of Azriel and she loved him more for it. 

“That’s enough,” Y/N said softly, stepping closer to Azriel. 

The crushing pressure Azriel had on Aerin’s windpipe faltered before he dropped the male to the floor, his neck badly bruised. If Y/N had stopped him even a few seconds later, the male would be dead. 

The hardened look was still in Azriel’s eye as he turned his body to fully face Y/N. Despite his intimidating exterior, Y/N detected a hint of insecurity in his posture as he faced her– as if he wished she hadn’t witnessed what had just happened. 

“Y/N,” Azriel whispered. 

“Azriel,” she said as she stepped closer and reached out to him. Azriel flinched away. 

“I wish you didn’t see that,” Azriel muttered. “I never wanted you to see me like that.”

“Why?” Y/N asked.

“Because I didn’t want to scare you off,” Azriel replied. 

“I’m still here aren’t I?” Y/N asked. “I am not scared by you, Az. I knew what I was getting into when I befriended you. I knew what you did as a job. I knew you were not just simply the spymaster of the Night Court. I know that you kill people when necessary. I know that you commit acts of violence. That never scared me away because you are so much more than that.”

Y/N gestured to the taller male who had passed out on the ground. “I just did that to a male’s foot. I could have stopped at any point after he had let me go, but I didn’t. I committed an act of unnecessary violence. Does that mean I should be running scared from myself?”

Azriel slowly shook his head. “No.”

“Then why should I be running from you?” Y/N asked, she attempted reaching out again and this time he didn’t flinch away as she took his hands in hers. “Come on, help me wash the blood from my leg.”

Y/N led Azriel to the harbour not too far away and walked down the steps to the water. “I liked these shoes.” Y/N took the blood-stained shoes off her feet and threw them onto the dock. “Someone can deal with those in the morning.”

This caused a quiet huff of laughter to emit from Azriel. Y/N smiled. “There’s those dimples I love to see.”

Azriel shyly looked away. 

The sound of the gentle waves lapping over one another was all that was heard as Y/N washed the blood off of her legs and feet, luckily her dress was spared from the blood splatter. Even once Y/N had finished, she didn’t say a word as the two watched the gentle waves. 

Y/N looked at Azriel out of the corner of her eye and fought the urge to reach out to him. She always needed to fight that urge around Azriel. Just a simple touch could make her calm, more content.  Now as that sat side by side, she waited until he made contact first. 

“Thank you,” Azriel finally spoke up.

“For what?” Y/N asked. 

“For not running away,” Azriel replied. “I have had lovers in the past that have been uncomfortable with my job or run away at the first sight of violence. I have never had a meaningful relationship with anyone my entire life, mostly just flings or time spent in the pleasure halls.”

Y/N didn’t know if Azriel had realised that she had compared her to his past lovers, but she did and she hid her smile as she looked at the water. 

“I knew deep down that you wouldn’t abandon me, but it was still a small fear of mine,” Azriel said. “I don’t want to lose you.”

They both turned to one another and Azriel gently held Y/N’s hand in his, squeezing it as if assuring himself that she was still there and not a figment of his imagination. 

“You will never lose me, Azriel,” Y/N said firmly. “You are stuck with me for life.”

Azriel took in a deep breath and fully turned his body to hers. “Listen, Y/N, there is something I need–”

A sharp scream cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a knife. Someone had found the two unconscious bodies. 

Y/N looked at Azriel wide-eyed. “What shall we do?”

“I can speak to Varien and explain the situation,” Azriel said. “He will smooth everything over. I doubt Tarquin will allow males like those to walk freely in his court.”

“So we won’t be banned from the court?” Y/N asked. 

Azriel quietly chuckled. “No, we won’t. If I were to be banned from the court then I am sure it would cause Rhys to age another hundred years considering Cassian is already banned.”

Y/N laughed. “What is the story there?”

“It’s a long one,” Azriel said as the two stood up from the steps, creeping away from the scene of the crime and back to the Inn they were staying in. “Perhaps another night.”

“Another night then,” Y/N agreed. “Now, you wanted to tell me something?”

Azriel suddenly looked down at the ground. “It is best I tell you back at the Inn.”

Y/N noticed his shift in mood again. He was hoping to tell her something important, she could tell. But what Azriel didn’t know was that Y/N also had something to tell him. Something she never thought she would say to anyone with so much meaning behind it. 

Azriel’s hand slipped around her waist and pulled her tightly against the side of his body as they walked. She felt more protected and comforted than ever. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked and Azriel’s wing wrapped around her, encasing her in his warmth. 

***

When they returned to the room, Azriel immediately felt hot and couldn’t open his mouth to articulate a sentence. He shouldn’t have waited to speak to Y/N. He should have told her that he loved her when they were sitting by the docks. If he could rewind time, he would. There was nowhere to escape to if his feelings were not returned. He couldn’t easily walk away or leave Y/N to her own thoughts. They were trapped together in the room. 

Azriel quickly took his jacket off and threw it on a chair and let out a sigh. Y/N had disappeared into the bathroom to change leaving Azriel alone with his thoughts. All he needed to say were three words. Three extremely simple words. 

Azriel scoffed at himself. He had fought in wars. He had tortured people for information. He had killed more people than he cared to admit. But saying ‘I love you’ was where Azriel struggled to complete a task. 

“Az,” Y/N called before stepping into the bedroom. “Can you help me unlace my dress? I can’t get it untied.”

Y/N turned her back to him and let out a soft breath. Slowly, Azriel stepped towards her, the scent of her perfume consuming his senses. The shadows that were once resting upon and around his shoulders and ankles had flowed forward to caress Y/N’s body. For the first time, Azriel didn’t even attempt to pull them back. He watched as goosebumps appeared on her skin and her breath got shakier. 

With slow steps, Azriel approached Y/N until he was so close that whenever he inhaled, his body lightly brushed against Y/N. She leaned back into his arms as Azriel’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Y/N took a sharp inhale of breath and pressed her hand against Azriel’s. 

“Azriel…” Y/N whispered and her voice was like music to his ears. “This doesn’t look like you helping unlace my dress.”

Azriel huffed out a laugh. “I suppose it doesn’t.”

Reluctantly, Azriel pulled back from Y/N and his hand found the ribbon lacing her dress. The whole ordeal reminded him of the time he laced her dress up when she went on her date. Azriel was still livid at the male that stood Y/N up. She had unfortunately not given away anything about the male so Azriel couldn’t do anything about it. Of course he only wanted a ‘civilised chat’. 

Azriel tried to stop his hands shaking as he unlaced the dress. He wanted to seem confident, but he wasn’t. Everything about Y/N made the quick and easy smooth talk he had perfected over five centuries to fly away. The air was thick and Azriel already knew that this situation would go one way. The sweet scent of her arousal lingered in the air and it had only begun to get stronger. 

The moment Azriel unlaced Y/N’s dress he sucked in a breath. Her bare back was facing him and Azriel lightly caressed the soft and smooth skin. Y/N clutched the dress to her chest and slowly turned around. Azriel kept his gaze on her face which looked the smallest amount flustered. He couldn’t help but think of how beautiful she looked at that moment. Azriel wished that there was some way he could capture this moment for eternity. He supposed he could with Feyre’s ability to paint but he never wanted anyone else to see Y/N the way he was now. Never again would anyone see Y/N in this situation apart from him. 

Beside him, Azriel’s hand twitched and he longed to reach out to Y/N. To caress her soft skin and take her into his arms. He wanted to explore every inch of her skin with his lips, leaving behind goosebumps in his wake. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t muster the courage to initiate anything. 

“Azriel,” Y/N whispered, taking a small step closer to him. 

That small step had brought them chest to chest and Azriel could feel the heat radiating off her body. He was desperate to pull her toward him and worship every inch of her body. Y/N still clutched the dress close to her body and she just looked so beautiful. The dim lighting made her eyes sparkle brightly. 

“I–” Azriel said, feeling himself unable to speak. There was so much that he wanted to say but he couldn’t put any of it into words. 

“What do you want, Azriel?” Y/N asked, the grip on her dress faltering for a moment. 

Azriel’s hand twitched and reached out to caress the hand hanging by Y/N’s side. Instead of pulling away, Y/N laced their fingers together. Azriel felt his heart jump.

“You,” Azriel breathed. “I want you.”

Before Azriel knew it, Y/N had dropped her dress and it pooled at her feet, leaving her in only her undergarments. Azriel sucked in another breath. His eyes dipped down her entire body and it was absolutely perfect. 

“Then have me,” Y/N said.

That was Azriel’s invitation, though he didn’t take it. There was nothing more Azriel wanted than Y/N. He wanted her so much that it hurt. 

Instead of Azriel taking the lead, Y/N leaned up and captured his lips with her own. The meeting between them sent shockwaves through Azriel’s body, no other kiss had made him feel this way. No other kiss seemed to melt away his surroundings. Even his shadows seemed to still as they kissed, more gentle than last time. 

As Y/N cupped the back of Azriel’s neck, he melted into her, wrapping his arms around her waist, securing her body against his. His nerves were set alight everywhere her body touched his. 

Azriel’s mouth dominated hers the more comfortable he got and the more his reality set in. None of this was a dream, he was really kissing Y/N again. This kiss felt different, however. Their kiss in her apartment was a drunken error, a welcome error but not the way Azriel would have wanted to kiss Y/N for the first time. Their second kiss at the bottom of the stairs was in the heat of the moment, rushed and sloppy– it felt like an age ago despite only being a few hours. 

The moment she walked down the stairs in that blue gown– currently discarded on the floor– that seemed to hug her in the right places, he had stilled when he had first seen her and he was sure that he had never seen anyone more beautiful. Azriel once thought Elain was the most attractive female he had set eyes on, but she did not even hold a candle to Y/N. No one could ever compare to Y/N. She was a goddess and Azriel wanted to worship her for all of eternity. 

The way Y/N’s eyes glimmered as she looked down at him from the top step, her hair styled in a way that it was pulled away from her face, showing off her beautiful features. Even in the way she descended the stairs held a sense of beauty to it. Her movements were so carefree and relaxed and it made Azriel’s heart sing as that was his doing. When he had first met her, he could tell that there was some tension in her shoulders that she tried to hide, not none of that resided and it was all because of him. 

The moment she was in front of him, everyone else seemed to vanish. Azriel was looking at the most beautiful being in existence. The soft dusting of colour on her eyelids, perfectly contemplating the colour of her eyes, making them even more alluring. 

Now as Azriel pulled away to look at her he couldn’t help but smile. Wide and bright. It seemed to start a chain reaction as Y/N smiled in response. 

“You really want this?” Azriel asked. 

Y/N nodded her head, the smile on her face never vanishing. “I do. I want you, Azriel.”

Azriel melted. It was as simple as that. “I want you too. I need you.”

Y/N surged forward and pressed her lips against his once more. The sound that left Azriel was one he would be embarrassed about under any other circumstance, but with Y/N, he was fully comfortable. If he were with anyone else but Y/N he would be embarrassed at how needy he was, typically he had control and dominated the fae he was with, but with Y/N, he would happily lay back and allow her to do whatever she wanted to him. 

He was hers to control. 

The shirt Azriel wore was now completely unbuttoned as Y/N rested her hand on his bare chest, tracing his tattoos. Azriel shivered at her touch. Behind him, Azriel’s wings twitched and this did not escape Y/N’s notice. As she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, bringing her chest flush with his, she reached until her fingertips grazed his wing. Azriel moaned into Y/N’s mouth just before he pulled away. 

“I knew Illyrian wings were sensitive,” Y/N whispered as her fingers pressed down onto the sensitive wing. The very place where Azriel knew could reduce him to a whimpering mess. “But I never realised how sensitive they were.” Y/N pressed down more on that sensitive area.

Another loud moan slipped past Azriel’s lips as his grip tightened on Y/N’s hips as he pulled her until his front was pressed against her. Azriel was not sure he could have gotten any harder than he already was, yet he was proved wrong. 

“Y/N, if you keep that up, I will…” Azriel cut himself off as a rather loud whimper left him as his hips thrusted against her unwillingly. 

In his centuries of living, Azriel never allowed just anyone to touch his wings during sex. He needed to have a sense of trust with them before he even brought them into the equation. Many had tried before that trust was built up and Azriel would always stop and change back into his clothes immediately, all sense of lust evaporating from his body. 

“You will what, Azriel?” Y/N asked, continuing her torture on his wing. 

A breathy chuckle left Azriel as she looked into Y/N’s eyes. That teasing attitude glimmered in her eyes as well as another emotion Azriel couldn’t place in his pleasure clouded state. “You know exactly what.”

While her left hand continued to drag across his wings, her right trailed down his body until it reached his belt. With ease, Y/N unbuckled it, along with his trousers. Azriel bucked his hips into his touch as small gasps left him. He needed her touch more than anything. “Touch me,” Azriel said, chest heaving. “Please touch me.”

Y/N pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. “I was planning on that.”

Y/N pulled Azriel out of his boxers and he swore loudly as her hand immediately began to move up and down his length. The pre-cum allowed for a smooth movement. Small high pitched moans left Azriel as he unconsciously thrust up into Y/N’s hand, wanting more friction. 

“You are beautiful,” Y/N whispered.

“You should look in a mirror, my love,” Azriel panted as he covered her lips with his own. 

The kiss was sloppy as he continued his movements in her hand. The moment Azriel had kissed her, the hand on Azriel’s wing, flung to the back of his head and Azriel whined.

“My wings,” Azriel said. “Please touch them. I need it, Y/N.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N said. “I know it can sometimes be violating for some Illyrians.”

Azriel thrust up into her hand as he moaned. “I will get down on my knees and beg you to touch them again, Y/N. I trust you more than anyone. Now please touch them, I am so close.”

That was all Y/N needed as she gently pushed Azriel back until his knees hit the back of the bed. Y/N released her touch on him as she gently pushed down on his shoulders so he sat down before her. Azriel watched her movements, wanting nothing more than to pull her toward him. 

Finally Y/N placed her hands back upon him. But not on his burning flesh, no. She placed her hands on his trousers still around his hips and slowly began to tug them down. Azriel lifted his hips and allowed Y/N to pull them off completely leaving him completely bare, matching Y/N. 

As Y/N’s eyes met his, Azriel shivered under her gaze. It was a look he had never seen upon her face before and he wished to see it everyday, and when he was not conscious, he wished to see it in his dreams. 

“Y/N,” Azriel whispered, pulling her close to him by her thighs. He only broke eye contact for a brief moment to look at how Y/N clenched her thighs together. However he could still see her inner thighs glisten despite how much she tried to hide how affected she was by the situation. Even without the sight before him, Azriel could smell her arousal in the air, beckoning him, enticing him. 

“Please,” Azriel begged. No one had ever reduced him to this state before. Now before Y/N, he would happily beg for her, even for a simple touch, he would get down on his knees.

Y/N smiled brightly and straddled his lap, careful to keep her core away from him. Azriel gripped onto her thighs and tried to pull her closer but Y/N remained firm on her position, hovering above him. 

“Not yet,” Y/N whispered into his ear. Her voice sent shivers down his spine. 

As soon as her hand connected with his wing again, his hips jolted from the bed, eager for her to touch him once more. The feeling within him was heightening once more and he needed to reach the peak soon or he would go mad. 

It was as if Y/N could read Azriel’s mind because as soon as he opened his mouth to beg, her hand connected with his length and resumed her movements, faster and harder than before. From where his tip had been leaking furiously over the past few minutes, it provided the lubrication for Y/N to do so. Azriel rested his head on her shoulder as shameless moans fell past his lips. He did not care to hold them back anymore. 

“My love,” Azriel panted. “Please…”

Azriel did not know what he was begging for. His pleasure was almost at its peak as his chest moved up and down in quicker succession and his sounds of pleasure grew louder. It wasn’t until Y/N leaned clothes to his wing. Azriel could feel her hot breath upon it. The moment Y/N’s lips connected with the soft skin, the tip of her tongue darting between her lips, Azriel came– hard, releasing over Y/N’s hand and partially on his own chest. The bruising grip Azriel had on Y/N’s thighs gradually subsided as his breathing began to even out. Despite his pleasure hitting its peak, Azriel still wanted to keep going, he wanted to make Y/N feel as good as he did. He needed to feel her wrapped around him desperately. 

The moment Azriel came back to reality was the moment Y/N began to pull away from him. He only reached out pitifully to get her to stay. Y/N chuckled. 

“I’m only going to find a rag to wipe my hand,” Y/N said. 

“Just use my shirt,” Azriel replied and passed it to Y/N. 

Azriel watched Y/N as she wiped his come away from her hand and gently away from his chest. 

“It has been a while since I have felt that way,” Azriel admitted. 

“Has it?” Y/N questioned, tossing the shirt to the floor. “And did you enjoy it?”

Azriel gently gripped her hand and pulled her closer. “More than you know.”

Y/N softly smiled at him. “How long has it been since someone has taken care of you during sex?”

“A long time,” Azriel replied. “No one I have been with in a while has really cared about my pleasure.”

Y/N hummed before straddling him once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her upper body against his. “Well I care,” Y/N whispered, her lips grazing his ear. “And I want to make sure you feel amazing, and make up for all the time no one has cared.”

“Oh yeah?” Azriel replied, raising an eyebrow. “And how will you do that?”

“Like this,” Y/N said before she pushed Azriel down onto the bed with as much force as she could muster. He landed amongst the soft bedding. 

“And what else will you do?” Azriel asked. 

He wanted to see how far Y/N would go. He had no problem letting her take control of the situation but at the same time all he wanted to do was roll her over and take her then and there, eliciting many sweet noises from her lips. 

However as soon as Azriel made eye contact with Y/N, all of those wants to take control evaporated as she slowly began to reach for his wrists and Azriel allowed her. He gave up complete control and allowed Y/N to pin his wrists to the bed. Azriel knew he could easily overpower her, but he didn’t, he liked where this was going. 

Azriel could feel the heat from her core over him and he bucked his hips to try and get some friction. If he looked down and saw how wet she was, Azriel was sure that he would simply finish once more at the sight. Knowing that his pleasure had that effect on Y/N made his desire deepen. 

“What will you do now?” Azriel whispered. He tried to keep the desire out of his voice but by this point it was nearly impossible, and from the way Y/N was looking down at him, he was sure she felt the same. 

Y/N shuffled until her core was directly above his cock. With a simple movement Azriel would be able to drive it into her but he refrained. He liked Y/N having control, he liked the way she controlled his pleasure. For once he enjoyed letting someone else take charge. 

“Azriel,” Y/N said, her voice shaky. “I just want to make sure that you want this.”

“Y/N,” Azriel said with complete sincerity. “I want nothing more. I am desperate for it.”

Y/N nodded and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. The grip she had on his wrists faltered and Azriel took it as an opportunity to wrap his arms around her body as they kissed. His hands gripped her behind as she slowly pulled away. 

“You look gorgeous,” Y/N muttered and it only caused Azriel to blush and smile, which in turn, caused Y/N to smile. “There’s that smile I love.”

As Y/N lowered herself upon Azriel, she let out the most beautiful sound Azriel had ever heard. Her warmth surrounded him and caused his fingertips to dig into her behind. He gritted his teeth at the pleasurable feeling of her tight heat. It was as if she were made just for him. 

Once he looked at where their bodies were connected, Azriel let out a loud moan, bucking his hips a little into Y/N. The grip she had on his shoulders only tightened. 

“Az…” Her voice was breathless as if she had been running miles. 

“Y/N…” Azriel sounded the same. He could barely form a coherent thought. He was so focused on the pleasure he was experiencing. No other female had ever made Azriel feel this way. No one had ever made him lose his mind after only sinking into them.

“If you don’t move, my love, I am sure I will be a dead male soon,” Azriel breathed, his hands roaming wherever he could touch. 

Y/N smiled before rising until he was barely sheathed inside her before sinking down once again. Just from that one movement alone, Azriel felt incredible. His hand easily found her breasts, gently circling her hardened nipples. Y/N only arched into him as she picked up her pace on top of him. With each movement, it sent shockwaves through Azriel’s body, he was sure that he would not last long at all. He knew that he should be embarrassed that in only a couple of minutes, he would most likely have his second orgasm of the night and it had not even been an hour. But he didn’t. He didn’t care if he lasted another thirty seconds, the only thing that mattered was that he was sharing this experience with Y/N. 

Azriel’s hands roamed around her body as she rolled her hips on top of him, trying to find the perfect pace. The soft moans slipping past Y/N’s lips was beautiful but he wanted more. He wanted to hear her lose control. 

Azriel sat up from where he was laying down and pressed his chest against hers as she continued to move. With their closeness, Azriel could feel her nipples grazing her own chest with every movement. 

“You sound beautiful,” Azriel panted, feeling her clench around him. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His left hand pushed between their bodies until his fingers could circle the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. As soon as he made contact, Y/N’s movements faltered as she moaned loudly. “Azriel.” 

There was something about the way Y/N said his name that made him want to worship her. It was like a prayer on her lips. A sinful prayer. 

The hands on Azriel’s shoulders pushed him back once more as Y/N moved her hips faster and harder on top of him, sending him deeper in her than before. The movements on her clit didn’t subside, they only increased as Y/N chased her pleasure. 

“I am so close, Az,” Y/N said, blissed out on top of him. 

“So am I,” Azriel replied. “Take what you need, Y/N. Take it all.”

Azriel was not sure he could take anymore but as soon as Y/N hand brushed his wings once again, his orgasm crashed down upon him. It was more intense than before and he loudly cursed as his hip bucked up into Y/N. 

He could feel Y/N clench tightly around him as she came. The most beautiful sound came from her lips. If Azriel could hear it on repeat for the rest of his life, he would. Y/N seemed to chant his name as her pleasure reached its peak. And in that moment, Azriel decided that he never wanted to hear anyone say his name like that ever again. Only Y/N.

“More,” Y/N demanded. “I want more.”

Azriel’s own heart beat rapidly and he wasn’t even sure he could handle another orgasm himself but the way Y/N begged him had something within him stirring. One more. 

Y/N was limp upon his chest so, without pulling out, Azriel flipped Y/N onto her back. She groaned as he shifted within her. 

“Can I move yet?” Azriel said. 

“Give me a second,” Y/N replied, her eyes glazed over as she looked into Azriel’s.

Having Y/N underneath him was not what he ever expected when he first met her, but it was a welcome surprise. And a surprise he wished to have more than once. 

“Please move,” Y/N said quietly. 

Azriel obliged happily and slowly pulled out only to thrust back in slowly. 

Y/N only whined. “I’m not going to break, Azriel. Fuck me harder than that.”

Azriel was surprised by her tone but gladly abided by her request as he thrust into her harder and faster. Drawing out more sweet sounds from Y/N. 

“My love, you feel incredible,” Azriel muttered in her ear, picking up his pace even more. “You were made just for me, weren’t you?”

Y/N gripped onto his shoulders, her manicured nails dug into him. “Just for you, Az. Just for you. I love you” 

Azriel’s movements faltered for a brief moment before he groaned into her neck, kissing the area just below her ear. “I love you too.”

“I’m going to come again, Az,” Y/N nearly shouted as his hips pistoned into hers. “Please let me come again!”

“Do whatever you wish, Y/N,” Azriel muttered, knowing that the moment Y/N came, he would be extremely close behind. 

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpered. “I’m coming, Az. Just for you.”

The moment Y/N began to clench around him was the moment Azriel lost control completely. The sound that left Azriel as he reached his climax was unlike any other sound he had made before. It was high and needy as if he had been deprived of pleasure for centuries. And for the most part he had. This pleasure coursing through his veins was unlike any other and Azriel needed it more than anything. If he could remain buried within Y/N forever he would. 

“Fuck, Az,” Y/N whimpered as she came down from her high, panting hard. 

Azriel still couldn’t form words. He simply pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat and trailed his lips up. Her skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and Azriel could taste it. It only made him want to taste all of her. 

“Y/N,” Azriel muttered, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “My Y/N.”

“Yours,” Y/N mumbled and Azriel felt her arms slacken from where they were wrapped around his neck. 

With a great reluctance, Azriel pulled out, feeling Y/N’s body stiffen and then relax once more. Her chest still heaved up and down as she caught her breath. 

As soon as he laid down on his side, he pulled her to his chest, lips brushing her forehead. It had been a while since anyone had made him come more than once in one night. And he was not sure how he survived before. His heart was racing like he had been working out for hours. 

“Was that okay for you, Azriel?” Y/N asked. 

“Okay?” Azriel questioned. “Y/N, I have never felt so good in my life.”

Y/N chuckled, it was breathless and Azriel wished to hear it again. “Well that makes two of us.”

Azriel pressed another kiss against her forehead as Y/N’s arms wrapped around him. The two laid there for a while, slowly catching their breath and allowing their bodies to relax. 

“I haven’t allowed someone to take control during sex in a long time,” Azriel said, interrupting the comforting silence.

Y/N tilted her head to look at him. “Why did you allow me?”

“Because I trust you,” Azriel replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I trust you more than anyone.”

“That cannot be true,” Y/N said. “You have only known me for a few months.”

“That is true but you must know, Y/N, that around you I have been happier than I have ever been. Even before my brothers found their mates and started their own families, I always felt like there was something missing.” Azriel tenderly caressed her cheek. “And you were that missing thing. You were destined to be in my life.”

“That means a lot to me, Azriel,” Y/N said. “When I spoke to you on that bench, I never thought that you would become the most important person in my life.”

At that confession, Azriel seemed to melt. Was this what he had been missing out on all these years? The affection and words that would be tattooed on his heart for the rest of his life. 

Azriel smiled. “I’m the most important person in your life?”

“Of course you are,” Y/N replied. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

Insecurity began to fill up within Azriel as she avoided eye contact. “I was sure that I have never been the most important person in somebody’s life.”

Y/N gently cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her. “Well you are in mine, my love.”

The two laid wrapped in each other's arms for a while longer. Azriel wasn’t sure about how much time had passed as he willed his body to relax but it was as if his senses were in overdrive. His mind was also racing. Y/N told him that she loved him. Did she mean it? Or was it just in the heat of the moment. 

It was as if Y/N could read Azriel’s mind when she suddenly sat up. “I did mean it by the way. When I told you that I love you.”

Azriel followed her movements and sat up.

“I didn’t plan for it to come out like that,” Y/N said. “I wanted to tell you in a more romantic way than a pleasure-fueled one.”

The smile that brightened Azriel’s face was one one of beauty and pure relief. Y/N gently cupped his face and smiled back at him. 

“I hope the feeling is mutual,” Y/N mumbled against his lips. 

“The feeling is mutual,” Azriel replied. “Y/N, I love you so much. It always makes me wonder how I could love someone as much as I love you. I only realised it after that night we kissed for the first time. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, every waking moment, I am consumed by you. My shadows seek you out constantly. I am in love with your smile, your laugh, your kindness. I never thought I would have such a strong feeling for someone before until you came into my life. Y/N, before you I was simply existing, now I am living.”

Tears sprung to Y/N’s eyes as she held onto Azriel a little tighter. “Do you mean that?”

“I do,” Azriel replied. “Y/N, you own my heart and you have ever since we met.”

“You know, I never thought I would find someone who loves me,” Y/N admitted. “My father always told me that there was someone out there but I never believed him. When he told me stories about him and my mother, I always dreamed of having a love like theirs.” Y/N leaned her forehead against Azriel’s. “And now I do. I love you, Azriel. It took me a while to work out what these strange feelings I was dealing with were. It turns out that they were love.”

Their lips met in a gentle, passionate kiss as Azriel pulled her back down to the bed, pulling him close to him. He felt lighter. He felt as if he had accomplished everything he wanted to in his life. 

After all this time, Azriel could finally say that he was happy. 

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I remember reading someone say that they hope Seviathan ISN’T a jerk and if/when he comes to the hotel, he actually wants to help Charlie in her mission of redemption…then ends up with a crush on Vaggie, lol.

Mate, how funny would that be? 😂😂😂 You’re here to genuinely help your ex, then end up falling for her girlfriend. While it isn’t socially acceptable or appropriate, I think it’s cute. I guess Vags has that sort of affect on people.

oh man, if we go the absolute CHAD route for Sevi WHILE imagining him getting a crush on Vaggie... like, dude meets scary lady, doesn't notice how scary his EX gets over him staring at HER girlfriend, and maybe it's time for Sev to have some personal epiphanies?

Seviathan: "Knock knock? Yo Charles-a-lot! This really your hotel?"

Angel Dust: "Oh heyyy, look what the undead boy band dragged in..."

Husk: (snorts)

Charlie: "Sev? SEV! Holy shit what are you doing here!?"

Angel Dust: "Wait a sec, Sev? As in-"

Husk: "Oh shit."

Angel Dust: "Ex boyfriend on the hotel premises oh this is gonna get INTERESTIN'. Bet on how quick he gets maimed?"

Husk: "Fuck no. She'd kill us too."

Angel Dust: "Sigh... S'pose so. Spoil sport spear bitch..."

Seviathan: "I heard about your thing! Figured you could use a hand with the whole... uh... Sinner pet project obsession."

Charlie: "But Isn't there a game on right now-"

Seviathan: "Nah, everything's blocked out by replays of your little slap fight with heaven. Which I totally could've helped with too, if you'd given me a heads up first."

Charlie: "I did call? I said goodbye in case I died and-"

Seviathan: "Didn't hear it. You know I don't check voice mail. Everyone's always blowing up my inbox trying to to hit me up."

Angel Dust: "Oh my fucking gay."

Husk: "Would you hit that?"

Angel Dust: "If I did ya'd have to shoot me afterwards."

Seviathan: "Anyway, that's how I found out you'd actually went ahead and tried this thing out for real! And made a real mess of it. You totally cut off the final quarter of the best game of the year with all that live coverage."

Charlie: "Sorry, sorry- we REALLY didn't have say in the timing on that-"

Husk: "No shit."

Seviathan: "Eh. The team's played like shit anyway ever since I left."

Charlie: "Didn't you get kicked off for hogging the ball-"

Angel Dust: "Shocker."

Husk: "Never would have fucking guessed."

Seviathan: "Not dropping the ball isn't the same as hogging it and I never drop the ball on anything. You sure have though!"

Charlie: "I have? Where? Or er with what??"

Seviathan: "This hotel lobby for a start. Where's the billiards table!"

Charlie: "Ohhh. We don't have one."

Seviathan: "Why the hell not???"

Charlie: "No one's asked?"

Seviathan: "Well what the fuck does everyone here DO all day long? You've got actual people staying here, right? You're not still playing pretend hostess to stuffed animals and stuff?"

Angel Dust: "I kinda hope Vaggisaurus kills him."

Husk: "Don't get your hopes up. You know she's whipped and Charlie's a fucking sweetheart."

Angel Dust: "A bestie can dream..."

Charlie: "No I am NOT playing pretend hostess, thanks for mentioning it by the way, in public, in front of my friends- and yes we DO have guests at the hotel! Some of them here of their own free will even!"

Husk: "Not it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit."

Charlie: "They have lots of fun activity time too! Even when we're not doing talk circles!"

Seviathan: "Uh huh."

Charlie: "Yes! Mostly we all like watching TV- well almost all of us- or listening to the radio to pass the time, or hanging out chatting, or reading-"

Seviathan: "So they're pussies."

Husk: "Hey."

Angel Dust: "Down, pussycat~"

Husk: (HISS)

Charlie: "They are NOT-"

Angel Dust: "Speakin' of pussy...."

Seviathan: "Yeah we're talking about you, what about it? Anyway."

Seviathan: (puts hand on charlie's arm)

Angel Dust: "Here it comes-"

Seviathan: "I've been thinking about us lately, and-" (spear thuds next to his head) "-SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT?!?!"

Husk: "Damn. She missed."

Angel Dust: "Just an openin' shot, Mr. Whiskers." (rubs all four hands together) "Oh this is gonna be goooood~"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (BEAMING) "I thought we talked about this?"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "He's not a gust yet, babe, so I can greet him spear first if I want to."

Charlie: "Sev's my ex boyfriend though!"

Vaggie: "I know."

Vaggie: (yanks spear out of wall and holds it under his throat) "What the fuck are you doing here."

Seviathan: "I, uhh- is, is that angelic steel..?"

Charlie: (laughing) "Vaggieeee. You're scaring him~"

Angel Dust: "An' turnin' her on."

Husk: (elbows him)

Vaggie: "We said hotel security would be my thing until the threat of random asshole angel attacks went down, remember hun? This is my day job."

Charlie: "I never said I was complaining! Juuuust commentating!"

Vaggie: "Alright then."

Vaggie: (backs Seviathan against wall with her spear)

Vaggie: "Talk. Now."

Seviathan: (swallows hard) "I'm swinging by to help Charlie with the hotel thing-"

Vaggie: "Why."

Seviathan: "She used to be my girl, a guy's got a responsibility-"

Vaggie: "Did she ask you to."

Seviathan: "No? She, she doesn't have to-"

Vaggie: "Did you ask her if you could help."

Seviathan: "It's no trouble, I don't mind a little extra work-"

Vaggie: "Are you here to ask for a room in our hotel."

Seviathan: "In this place? Fuck no, you should see the digs I have, I've got a-"

Vaggie: "So you're trespassing."

Angel Dust: "Ohhh!"

Seviathan: "I'm wha-"

Husk: "Fucking screwed."

Vaggie: "You came here just to swan all over her hard work and stroke your own ego, is what I'm hearing."

Seviathan: "Hey girl, I'm here to he-ULP-!"

Vaggie: "Shut up." (over shoulder) "Charlie?"

Charlie: "Mm....wellllll... Since he's already here, as long he really does help, I'm fine with it. He's harmless. He'd just... um..."

Husk: "A fuckhead."

Angel Dust: "Don't take my fav word in vain, baby."

Charlie: "He's my ex for a reason."

Husk: "Fuck you."

Angel Dust: "Much better."

Vaggie: "He's your ex for an annoying reason, or for being an actual jerk who's earned getting kicked out on his ass for once in his life kinda reason, sweetie?"

Nifty: (popping up from floorboards) "Is he a BAAAAD BOYYYY~?"

Seviathan: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAt-"

Vaggie: "What part of shut up there's a spear at your throat don't you get."

Seviathan: (jaw clicks shut)

Charlie: "Nope! He's not a boy boy! Just annoying! Mostly."

Nifty: "DAMN IT."

Angel Dust: "How's the huntin' goin' today, Nif?"

Nifty: (pouts) "The last baby bug got away... I hadn't even finished ripping it's little legs off while the mother bug watched it squirm..." (slinks back under floor)

Everyone else: "....."

Charlie: "... so! (claps hands)

Charlie: "Sev, if you really wanna help out that's fine, we're still finishing up the last touches on the new hotel if you feel like doing a little paint work and furniture moving!"

Seviathan: "....."

Charlie: "Sev?"

Seviathan: "..."

Angel Dust: "Think we broke him."

Husk: "I think it's the fucking spear pressed up against his fucking windpipe."

Charlie: "Oh! Whoops. Vaggie, please?"

Vaggie: ".... fiiiine."

Vaggie: (steps back) (wipes spear on nearby curtains) "Answer her."

Seviathan: (staring) "What's your name?"

Vaggie: "Hotel manager. Answer her."

Seviathan: "Charlie-" (still staring at vaggie) "-I would LOVE to help set up your pet sinner terrarium thing!"

Vaggie: "Our WHAT."

Husk & Angel Dust: "Hey!"

Charlie: "It's a hotel, Sev."

Seviathan: "Uh huh yeah sure, that thing!"

Vaggie: (lifts spear)

Charlie: (gently pushes gf spear back down) "Oh I'm going to regret this... ok. Let's, get you some gloves and stuff."

Seviathan: "Alright!" (holds hand up to vaggie) "Give me some skin!"

Vaggie: "...." (lifts spear again)

Charlie: "Excuse us Sev just ONE moment!"

Charlie: (pulls gf safe distance away)

Charlie: "Vaggie..? You okay?"

Vaggie: "Fine."

Charlie: "You're eye's, um. Twitching." (tenderly brushes fringe away from gf's eye) "Are you okay with this? He doesn't have to stay."

Vaggie: "No. It's fine." (sighs) "I want to be okay with it."

Charlie: "It's okay if you're not!"

Vaggie: "I will be, sweetie. Just give me a minute." (leans up for kiss) "But. I need to go do a Niffty and stab something. Really hard. Right now. And if I stay here one minute more, it's gonna be him."

Charlie: "Okay." (giggles) "Have fun stabbing things that aren't my ex?"

Vaggie: "I'll try to."

Seviathan: "Oh hey I'm awesome at stabbing! And the thrusting!"

Angel Dust: "PLEASE stick around, toots."

Husk: (mumbling) "Please fucking stick him."

Seviathan: "Long hard things are totally my thing, I could give you a few pointers on handling them no problem!"

Vaggie: "No."

Seviathan: "Oh come on, how about a hands on demonstration-"

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Keep him away from the kitchen knifes. He looks like he'd stab himself showing off and make a mess."

Charlie: "Heheh~ I'll try to."

Vaggie: "Good luck with that babe." (smooches her) (flies off to go stab)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "She single?"

Charlie: "She- NO? She is not??"

Angel Dust: (whisper hissing) "Is he blind? Didn't they just kiss???"

Seviathan: "We'll she's gonna be single soon, but not for long."

Husk: "He's dead."

Demon Charlie: "Her girlfriend is ME, Seviathan."

Seviathan: "Girlfriend? So she's-"

Demon Charlie: "VERY VERY GAY and TAKEN, YES."

Seviathan: "Wait, with you? Seriously??"

Demon Charlie: "Yes. Me. For s e v e r a l. Happy. Years."

Husk: (lifts bottle) "Cheers motherfuckers."

Seviathan: "Ohhh, so all that making out with you she did, it wasn't just her flirting with m-"

Angel Dust: "Holy. Fuck."

Demon Charlie: "SHE WASN't FLIRTING WITH YOU! SHE LOVES ME- SHE WANTS TO KILL YOU!!!"

Seviathan: "I'd let her, to be honest. She's hot."

Husk: "Let her?"

Angel Dust: "Dude."

Husk: "The fuck does he mean, let her? He wouldn't have a fucking choice-"

Demon Charlie: "On second thought maybe you SHOULD'NT help out with the hotel, actually!"

Demon Charlie: (grabbing him by scruff of the neck and marching towards door) "It was VERY nice of you to drop by, PLEASE go have a good rest of your life, you'll probably have a LONGER one if you live it away from here!"

Seviathan: "Aww Charlie, getting nervous over having competition?"

Husk: (spits out drink)

Demon Charlie: "You are SOOOOOO not competition! You might end up being another hotel fatality though!"

Angel Dust: "Bet on which of 'em kills him first?"

Husk: "Shut up I'm trying to listen."

Seviathan: "I just think a woman like that should have her pick from the best hell can offer!"

Demon Charlie: "I'm the princess of hell???"

Seviathan: "Sure, but you hardly ever act like it."

Demon Charlie: "I...! She, she doesn't mind me being like me. She-"

Seviathan: "What, a commanding woman like that is fine with a spineless partner? No offence. But come on."

Angel Dust: "Alright, now I'm gonna kill him."

Husk: "Let her do it herself."

Angel Dust: "Hmph!"

Seviathan: "She's never asked you to try being more of an actual princess sometimes?"

Demon Charlie: "No, she... Not like, not like that..."

Seviathan: "Not like that, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "No." (yanks open door) "And our relationship has NOTHING to do with you."

Seviathan: (grabbing doorframe) "But you know it could."

Demon Charlie: "NO IT WON'T. COULDN'T! WILL NOT, EVER!!!!"

Seviathan: "So why're you throwing me out of your silly hotel thing, then?"

Demon Charlie: "....."

Seviathan: "Scaaaared...?"

Demon Charlie: (drops him) (shuts door) "I trust her."

Seviathan: "Said like no one who ever got dumped so their girl could be with me."

Demon Charlie: "I trust her not to ACTUALLY kill you, I mean."

Seviathan: "Fuck I hope she tries... Maybe I'll let her pin me again."

Husk: (SNORTS) "'Let her'..."

Angel Dust: "He's gonna earn a fucking Darwin award at this rate."

Seviathan: (dusting ash off himself) "Kinda impressed you got all demon-ed so fast for this though. That's new!"

Charlie: "I've told you, it only happens when I'm PISSED. OFF."

Angel Dust: "YEAH DOLLFACE GET HIS ASS!"

Seviathan: "I know but like, it used to take a lot to get you all riled up. I hardly ever got to see you like this in bed even. Maybe if it'd been easier we'd still be a thing?"

Charlie: "You know I realllly really doubt it since I dumped YOU."

Husk: "HA!"

Angel Dust: "WOOOOO! BURRRRRN!"

Charlie: "And I dumped you partly BECAUSE you kept trying to 'rile me up' so you could try having sexy scary demon sex with me!"

Angel Dust: "OHHHHH!!!!"

Charlie: "Not that you ever even DID!"

Husk: "Fuck yes."

Charlie: "Because I always had waaaaay more fun sleeping on the COUCH!"

Husk & Angel Dust: (high five)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "So that's a no to having a threesome with us once I'm dating your soon to be ex girlfriend, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "SEV-"

Charlie: (deep breath)

Charlie: "... why do you even think you like her, Seviathan? You don't know her. She doesn't like you. You don't even know her name."

Seviathan: "She's hot."

Charlie: "Can We Try To Be More Specific, Please."

Seviathan: "I don't know? It was cute how she tried bullying me against a wall like that. All snapping orders like she was some kinda drill sergeant, or like a hot coach lady, treating me like some kinda bug crawling by her shoe- Who doesn't think that's hot?"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "Ohhhh."

Angel Dust: "Oh FUCK!"

Husk: (laughing) "The motherfucking alpha man-"

Angel Dust: "He's a fucking sub!!!!"

Seviathan: "What, like the sandwich? Shit. Are my pants fitting too tight again-"

Charlie: "Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "Yesssss oh fearless leader...?

Charlie: (covers eyes) (turns) (escapes)

Charlie: "He's all yours."

Seviathan: "Whoa wait, where're you going-"

Charlie: "I'm gonna go surprise MY longtime girlfriend with kisses!"

Seviathan: "Hold on don't leave me with these two! Charlie!?"

Charlie: (already gone)

Seviathan: "For fuck's sake then I'm outta here too! I didn't come here to hang out with lame guys-"

Angel Dust: "Oh my little baby boy."

Angel Dust: (grins) (leans in) ".....how's the idea of a woman standin' over you with a whip make ya feel?"

Seviathan: "Good?"

Angel Dust: "Mm-hmm. An' if ya was wearing a collar?"

Seviathan: "..." (takes off hat) (holds it over crotch)

Husk: "Great. Another horrible memory to drown away with booze." (swigs)

Angel Dust: (draping arm around seviathan) "C'mon, let's find ya a dom who WON'T for real rail you with her spear~"

Seviathan: "Oh whoa."

Husk: "Oh fucking save me booze..." (down in one)

Niffty: (sobbing under floorboards)

Husk: "What the fuck? What's wrong with you?"

Niffty: "Th-the bad boys..." (sniffling) "... why are so many of them turning out LAME? Even the king of HELL asked me if I was OKAY when he stepped out his door in his ducky slippers and found me lying in front of it like a rug! WHAT IS WRONG WITH BAD MEN THESE DAYS!?"

Husk: "...."

Husk: "Here."

Husk: (hands down drink)

Niffty: (hands popping out to grabby grabby) "IT'S SO SAAAAAD HUSK!" (snatches) (gulps) (gulps) (faint thump and snoring)

Husk: "I can't fucking believe I risked my fucking life for this place."

Husk: (smiles anyway)

[melminli]

teachers pet - by melanie martinez

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - if i'm so special, why am i secret?

word count: 2k+

contains: student coryo (academy is basically a uni), teacher reader, age gap (coryo is in his early twenties while the reader is somewhere in her thirties), teacher x student relationships, dark themes, cheating (reader is married), mommy issues, manipulating, blackmailing

The life of a nerd didn't look as bad as it was portrayed in movies or books. However, it must be said that Coriolanus Snow had neither the stereotypical look nor behavior of a nerd, which may have been the reason why he was hardly treated like one. He had only the best, the good grades of a model student, the popularity of a popular student, and the good looks of a young man his age.

Cute girls queued up to get a chance with him since he seemed like a dream. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman, a young man with a secure future. Some of his classmates would joke that he would be the future president of Panem, although they always had a slightly confident undertone while saying that. To be honest, no one would be surprised if he would be someday.

"Come on, Coriolanus! Let's go for a drink, you're never coming with us!" Complained the voice of some side character. "I'm sure you have a good chance with most of the girls in the bar - or boys. Whatever you like, I don't judge." He joked, and Clemensia hit him on the shoulder with her fist to warn him to take it down a notch.

She spoke in his place. "Leave him be. He's not into that sort of thing. I'm sure he'd rather spend his time doing more productive things." A slight grin stretched across her features. "Maybe you should try that sometime. Perhaps then you wouldn't fail half the subjects."

Festus interrupted the conversation as he walked past the group. "Come on, Clemmie. Leave the poor guy alone. We're students. It's normal to go partying every now and then." His eyes looked somewhat defiantly at Coriolanus. "You only live once. There's no need to waste it."

Alcoholics and drug addicts use the same excuse, stupid idiot. Coriolanus had enough of this whole interaction. It was time to wrap it up. "Of course, and everyone is free to live this life the way they want." He said with a falsely charming smile when he finally got a chance to speak. "I'm afraid I don't have much time either, I'm already in demand elsewhere."

Unfortunately for him, Arachne couldn't hold her tongue and had to carry on the conversation. "And so late on a Wednesday, too? Don't tell me our teacher's pet is in trouble. Has Mrs. Lola finally realized that you're just trying to get better grades with your flirting, and she doesn't actually have a chance with the pretty boy?" She joked as she mentioned the older woman who was getting closer to retirement with each passing year.

But her comment didn't make the intended person bitter, but Festus, who had to grit his teeth in annoyance. "Can't believe that shit works. I complimented her the other day, and she gave me a look like she was cursing me and the rest of my bloodline." He sighed. "I don't even want kids."

Coriolanus was getting impatient. If at least Sejanus was here, he could cover for him enough to leave, but no, they didn't share every damn course there was. He couldn't believe that this bothered him somehow. "No. Actually, I have asked to speak with Mrs. Rosey regarding her assigned homework." He announced, mentioning your name.

His pretty literature teacher. The only woman he wanted.

The eyes of the person who had started the whole thing in the first place lit up briefly. Coriolanus didn't bother to remember his name. "Oh, she's that one young teacher, isn't she?" He asked. The title wasn't really that hard to get since most of the teachers at the academy were dinosaurs. "She's pretty hot, I regret dropping literature man, but at the end of the day it's just an unnecessary course that requires extra work."

Okay, now Coriolanus was not only annoyed but also angry and had to stop himself from looking too passionate. "Right, see you tomorrow." He quickly said goodbye and paid no further attention to what the others were saying as he made his way to the teachers' lounge. He quickly fixed his tie and hair before knocking on the door. Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone else in the corridors who wasted his time unnecessarily. His patience was getting thin, and he didn't think he had enough of it to make him exchange more false smiles and words.

"Come in..." He heard your muffled voice call through the door before he slowly opened it, and his eyes immediately turned to your table. You, too, looked up from the papers in front of you and met his figure as you turned your chair to the side. "Mr. Snow, you said you had a question about the assignment I gave you."

There was a step between you two, but your voice still felt close. Maybe it was because you two were the only ones in the room since it was pretty late. Now that Coriolanus was looking down at your figure, you looked quite exhausted and seemed barely able to keep your eyes open. Judging by your desk, you were in the middle of correcting last week's quiz, but he doubted that was the only thing you were working on. Your usually well-groomed appearance was a little more disheveled. There were strands of hair peeking out from various places, and the first few buttons of your shirt were undone. "You never called me." Was all he said as he watched you avoid his gaze.

Your tongue licked over your dry lips as you searched for the right words. "I don't think that has anything to do with the assignment." You replied. Maybe my mistake was, hoping he had a question in the first place. "I'm not going to talk about other matters, I'm busy." You tried to explain to him.

Coriolanus laughed in disbelief. He placed his coat and bag on the chair next to him before leaning back against your table. "Oh, please. I can understand you wanting to keep our special time a secret, but don't try to deny it." He spat out, placing his hand on the papers to stop you from continuing to work on it. "Do you regret the things we shared, huh? Don't lie to me."

You met his gaze after you sighed. "Look, Mr. Snow. I'm sure you'll understand me when I tell you that you should rather concentrate on your studies, don't you think?"

His jaw tightened further as you continued to skillfully evade his questions. As if you didn't care at all, as if you didn't care about him. He was fully aware that what he was getting into was something short-term, but he still wouldn't allow you to throw him away as easily as trash. "Oh, so it's Mr. Snow now? What happened to Coryo."

You stood up so you could speak to him at eye level. Coriolanus has always been a bit more clingy with you. You expected no less, and yet it didn't make this whole procedure any less difficult. "Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I'm married, and you know that." You tried to work through the situation. You grabbed his arms to comfort him with your touch. "There are so many young girls out there who want you. I'm so much older than you, and I'm also your teacher. From the beginning, this was something that wouldn't last."

He shook his head. "I don't care about them. It's you I want, please. Only you." He begged, and this time, he was the one who grabbed your arms to stop you from leaving, from leaving him. Coriolanus could see in your eyes how his desperation couldn't convince you, and he wished it would. Not only because he wanted to, but also so that he wouldn't have to resort to other methods, but you left him no other choice. "It would be a scandal if the whole thing came out, don't you think?"

You just sighed tiredly when he didn't let you go. "Sweetie..."

He softened a little at the pet name, but that didn't stop him. "No, you can't just use me until you're satisfied and then dispose of me. I will tell everyone and you know that as a teacher you will be in a position where people will accuse you of taking advantage of me." He explained as he pushed you between him and the desk while he watched the look of irritation on your face. His one hand came up to gently stroke your cheek, but his true intentions were visible through the strong grip on your arm. "And of course, you can try to tell the truth or try to defend yourself, but you know who they're more likely to believe."

He hadn't only pushed your body in a corner anymore. "So what? We're going to keep doing this until you're satisfied and let me go." You asked, seeing no long-lasting result.

That was your mistake. It hadn't been long since you'd been married, so Coriolanus was aware that you hadn't changed your surname. He liked that about you. He liked the sound of Rosey, and he too wanted to hold you like a little pretty rose in his grasp. "Yes. Except I won't let you go. Ever." he said with a slightly dreamy look.

You dared to disagree. "Mr. Snow - " you began, but changed your tone when you saw him grimace angrily and tighten his grip on your arm. " - Coryo, look. You're a smart boy, and yes, I enjoyed our time together, but it's not right that - "

" - I love you, and if it's wrong, then I don't want to be right. Why can't you understand that already? I know I'm young, but I'm not naive, so don't talk to me like I am." He spat out in annoyance and finally reached the end of his patience. His eyes glanced briefly next to you at the table where the sheets of paper were now messely scattered around. It seemed you were in the process of correcting his. how convenient. his hand grabbed it and held it in front of you. "Let's play a little game. If I pass this quiz, you'll give me something I want."

Your eyes didn't move from his. You knew you had to play along whether you wanted to or not, and you didn't seem to get far with values and morals. You doubted you would do it at all with him. "And what do you want?" You asked him simply.

He leaned closer to you. "A kiss."

You met his eyes and took the paper from his hand without even glancing at it. "You passed." You confirmed and pulled him into a soft kiss.

This is how he liked you. When you touched him tenderly like now and stroked his hair lovingly. Coriolanus only felt like this with you. Do you think he wouldn't have tried to get away from you? He did, first with several girls who just wanted him to give and give and he hated that they just took from him and thought it was enough if they just stood pretty next to him or leaned back and spread their legs. Hated them, and so he tried women who were older than him and then women who had the same color eyes as you, some who smiled like you and then some whose voice was similar to yours. He liked those the most because with them, he could just close his eyes and imagine it was you.

Then he finally got tired of just imagining it, and once he had a taste of what might be, there was no going back to his old ways.

"I love you." He finally said as you ended the kiss and he leaned his forehead against yours while his hands wrapped around yours. "Don't ever think about leaving me again and don't make me out to be crazy for wanting you."

What am I supposed to do with you, little snowflake, now that you don't melt away? "All right, Coryo, I won't." You just replied and saw no point in arguing with him anymore. You knew him well enough to know how possessive and dominant he could get. However, you liked him more when he was dependent on you and sought your approval. "But be good and a little nicer to me, will you?" You said and squeezed his hands. "Because if I wanted some stupid man who was full of himself, I'd go to my husband."

He nodded quickly, giving in easily now that it was clear that he had you. "Of course, anything you want. I'll do anything you want." He spoke and took your hand in his up to place a kiss on it. "All you have to do is ask for it."

Coriolanus would take care of your useless husband. You wouldn't need him when you were going to marry him soon.

[unfortunatebrainfarts]

Cussing out anyone and everyone is fun until you get lasso'd out of bed to do it on behalf of your casual space cowboy co-worker who for some reason knows where you live

Boothill x f!reader

A/n: soort of part 2 to my previous work but can be read seperately‼️

"For the last time — let me go before I literally unscrew your dick off."

"Psh, as if ya got the balls for that lil' missy."

You don't even have to look at Boothill to know he was immensely enjoying himself right now — hell you couldn't even if you wanted to since you were currently getting dragged through the ice cold floors of wherever the hell you were, with a fucking lasso firmly binding your legs and arms.

"It's like 5 a.m. in the morning, what the hell could you even want at this god forsaken hour?!" You righteously grumble, but alas, you were met with nothing more than silence probably because you've asked similar questions before. Yes. This has happened before. Many times before.

For Boothill, tracking down enemies and pinning them down was great. Not being able to curse them out and instead calling them a 'cutie' and blessing their soul? Not so great. But that's where you come in! His lovely fellow galaxy ranger who's been with him long enough to know what he wants to say, and is far too weak(compared to this baby shark looking freak of a cyborg) to refute him. Physically that is — you always make sure that you complain his ear off to at least ensure some sort of mental damage.

"Hey! If you're going to take me somewhere could you at least not drag me all the way there? Ugh these floors are so cold I feel like I'm gonna get hypothermia. If I do and I sue you, don't you have to pay me compensation for that? I'm expecting at least a million credits or so cause I don't think Lan provides health insurance for the galaxy rangers—"

Your pitiable monologue was abrubtly cut short by Boothill firmly gripping the rope which binded you and roughly jerking it upwards so that your body would fall limp directly on his shoulder like a giant worm, your head just centimeters away from his.

Of course to which you responded with automatic aggressive squirming and wiggling only making you look more and more like a worm. But honestly who could blame you? I mean, who just DOES THAT and expects the other party to be calmly subdued?!

"Oh sugar honey iced tea, could ya quit strugglin' for just one moment—" A large, metalic hand was promptly placed around your waist and no amount of wiggling could even get it to so much as budge. "Now that y'r off the darn floor ain'it 'bout time ya shut yer trap? Heh... we're almost there."

Now that you were head to head with Boothill, although not in the most favorable position, you could see his face now — his face with probably the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on it. His sharp teeth making themselves apparent, and unwavering eyes focused on just whatever lied ahead.

And then his feet stood still.

"THERE," he shouted unrestraintedly like a madman, while pointing his free hand at... a random lady in purple?

Without warning, Boothill launched himself forward stopping only inches away from the woman who looked just as confused as you.

"Now, go tell 'er that she's a wonderful ray of sunshine that deserves absoloutely nothin' but the best. Oh Acheron, bless your soul ya lovely imposter, be prepared to go on a playdate and have some teatime with me soon! Until then, you should keep yourself safe."

The sheer passion that Boothill had in his tone made it clear that he had a message to get across. Though you don't think the other woman, or supposedly Acheron, understood a word he said. You exasperatedly sigh, you felt just as bad for this lady as you did for you yourself.

"Well?! What'cha waitin' for," the arm around you tightened just enough for a squeak to involuntarily come out of you and you knew you weren't getting out of this.

You mentally apologise for this poor lady before translating his thoughts into words, "Er... what he means to say is uhm, 'you're a disgusting piece of shit who deserves to die seven times over by my hand. Oh Acheron, you absoloute dumbass fucking imposter, be prepared to meet me and face me off in a showdown soon, but you might as well just kill yourself before that."

"...," Acheron's face remained unchanging and blank throughout the whole spiel, Boothill's however, was characteristicly smug and maniacal.

To others, the three of you looked as if you were frozen in time for at least a minute or so, until Acheron simply tilted her head and monotonously responded,

"Sorry, who are you?"

[stop-talking]

Honestly? I'm not surprised the FNAF movie is delayed.

They're DEFINETLY struggling to come up with a plot for the next movie. They planned to make three movies if the first went well, but they didn't really leave themselves much room for a sequel.

What do I mean by that? Well...

• The driving conflict of the first movie, that got Mike to work at Freddy's in the first place, was the custody battle with aunt Jane. But they fucking killed her off. (In the movie, it seems like it's possible she still may be alive, but in the book it's pretty much confirmed she's dead.) Abby sees her "lying in a puddle of ketchup" or something when golden freddy comes to get her. And I have a direct quote from Mike.

"You know," he said, "I think my aunt has finally decided to move on." I mean... she kind of did, Mike thought. (Pg 317)

• Oh, and also in the book, it's said Mike gets a nice new job as a contractor after the events at Freddy's, so it's not like they can pull the "Mike can't find a job so he HAS to work at another Freddy's location!" thing again.

• AND, they resolved his storyline with Garrett. He's found the killer, and watched him die. (Even if we know he's not dead). Mike realized Abby is much more important than his dead brother and he no longer torments himself with thoughts of Garrett... so I don't think he'd go poking around in another Freddy's location to "figure out what happened". He knows what happened. And he's finally over it.

• It seems like they TRIED to give themselves something to work with in the end credits. You know, the "C O M E F I N D M E". But honestly? It's not all that helpful. There's no clear way to tell who it's addressed to or who it's from. Everyone seems to agree it's Garrett speaking to Mike as the puppett, but honestly? That doesn't make sense to me.

• I've already explained that I don't think Mike is interested in learning more about his brother's death. He knows who killed him, and watched that man die. Mike is as "at peace" as he's ever going to get. Besides, I don't think Garrett is the puppett!! At all!!

• In the movie, Mike says he feels closer to Garrett at Freddy's. I think that means his soul is LITERALLY there, in THAT Freddy's location. Why else would he say that? Just because there are ghosts there killed by the same man? Also, in the novel, Mike literally sees Garrett's ghost in the pizzeria and it leads him to Springtrap. Finally, the "It's me" messages that keep appearing near Mike. Who else would be writing that shit? It's not just a little Easter egg for the audience. It has to be someone Mike knows. Garrett. (Also I think there's a strong argument to be made that Garrett is co-posessing Golden Freddy with the little blonde boy)

• SO THEN, WHO IS SAYING "COME FIND ME," AND WHO ARE THEY TALKING TO?

Honestly? No clue. But I think there are a few interesting directions they could take things.

1) From Mike's dad, to Mike.

In the movie they sort of imply Mike's dad offed himself, but in the book they reveal he just walked out on them. So he's still out there somewhere, and they could totally reveal he had some kind of connection to Freddy's and William, and it would explain why William drove all the way to goddamn Nebraska to kidnap some random ass kid.

2) From springtrap, to some unfortunate soul dumb enough to set him free

In the games, he was locked away in a bricked off room for like 30 years before being set free, but I don't think these movies are going to have that big of a time skip. Probably a year at most. So I could see the next movie starting with some idiot freeing springtrap.

3) Okay yeah I cant think of anything else.

And I know I'm not a professional screenplay writer but those bitches are anxiously struggling too!! In every interview where Josh Hutcherson (Mike) has been asked about a sequel, he says they're still trying to figure out the story. No shit!! They didn't give themselves anything to work with.

• So basically, Mike has absolutely no reason to go back to another Freddy's location, and the little secret message at the end is almost too vague to be useful.

So, what DID they leave themselves to work with in the next movie? What plot points remain unresolved?

• For one thing, they didn't even give William a fucking motive for killing kids. Or for luring security guards to their deaths. This version of him seems to have a much better understanding of remnant and possession that his game counterpart, but there's no reason given for that either. In the game, he does it all for his dead son. He wants to "fix" him. But they didn't set up any hints to that in the first movie. Mike talked to Vanessa about HIS dead brother, so I feel like if the whole "dead son" thing was the case, she would have mentioned she lost a sibling too.

• Or maybe William would have brought it up at the end when he was getting mad at Vanessa. The "mess YOU created!!" scene. He probably would have said something like, "You know why we have to do this, Vanessa." But he didn't. There's literally no known motive, and it'll be kind of hard to set one up without any breadcrumbs left in the previous movie.

• Mike was TOTALLY falling for Vanessa in the books. Yeah, I know, a lot of people feel FNAF isn't a place for romance, and SCHMELLY isn't a very popular ship... but that doesn't change the face he almost kissed her in the novel. (Also in the book she threw his EMPTY PILL BOTTLE into the river, didn't actually toss bro's meds! So she's a little more likeable!)

"Vanessa and Mike grinned at each other, and Mike felt something zing inside of him. It was a palpable 'wow' feeling that was much more intense than his casual appreciation of her beauty. And the zing felt like it was going both ways. The look Vanessa was giving Mike was one he hadn't ever seen before... not directed at him anyway. Her reciprocation of his feelings was so strong that he felt himself leaning toward her." (pg 186)

(They didn't kiss though, Vanessa blushed and looked away and changed the subject.) Still... now they have to address their little romantic subplot in the next movie as well.

• Vanessa. Just as a character. There's a lot to work with there. Personally, I think it would be interesting to use her coma to tell a story. You know, have her flashback to there's childhood with William and at Freddy's. (Honestly if they don't do that they're dumb and missing a huge opportunity. Why else put her in the goddamn coma?)

• Also, in the novel, they heavily implied she's... a robot? Apparently, her eyes drastically change color and Mike notes she flips from "girl mode" to "cop mode" on a dime. In the movie she just looked bipolar.

"Yeah Abby, let's use the tables for the fort! 😄"

"Mike if you bring her here again I will SHOOT YOU. 🤬"

• But yeah apparently she's a robot. A robot so convincing that even hospital nurses and doctors can't tell. With no explanation for how William could have built that. Or why there's a photo of her and William where she's clearly a child. Did he build a child robot that grew up into an adult woman robot? Or did he build two robots? Or did child Vanessa die and he replaced her with a robot? Who knows!

"Mike watched, mesmerized, as Vanessa's irises deepened noticeably in hue. They went from their usual soft, almost greyish-blue to a deeper indigo. The shift was so pronounced it almost looked computer-generated. It was also enormously disquieting. Mike felt like he was watching a human turn into..." (pg 184)

• So for the next move, Mike has no motive to go visit Freddy's, William has no motive in general, and Vanessa is a robot. The script practically writes itself, am I right??

And then there's the way Scott Cawthon likes to incorporate fan feedback into all of his projects.

(Ex: People complained FNAF 3 wasn't scary, so he made FNAF 4 horrifying)

• I have no doubt he's going to incorporate the fanbase's favorite characters into the next movie. (Ness, Doug, Maxine, Jeremy) Which honestly just complicates the plot further, adding more stipulations to the script.

• Bringing Ness back would be easy? Mike and Abby could have a scene in the diner, I guess, but it's also sort of unnecessary, and I'm not sure MatPat would agree to another cameo. He's retired.

• Bringing Doug back would be more complicated. He's aunt Jane's lawyer... but they fuckin' killed her off. So. Doug is not needed.

• Jeremy could come back? Maybe? He's really a background character... It's not stated whether or not Mike was friends with him outside work, or kept in touch with him after being fired.

• Maxine is a lot more complicated. The actress who plays her, Kathryn Sterling, said herself that she was originally supposed to have a bigger role in the film but it got trimmed down. And THEN there's the way she was stuffed into a purple Freddy suit, which a lot of fans theorize is supposed to be Shadow Freddy. On her TikTok, she basically confirms this, hinting to her character coming back in the next movie and being more important.

So in the next movie...

1) Mike has to somehow have to end up tangled back into Freddy Fazbullshit even though he has NO desire to... (Remember the way he looked at Abby when she asked if they could visit them??)

2) They have to reveal or at least hint towards Vanessa being a robot

3) Mike & Vanessa romance subplot??

4) William needs a fucking motive for killing people

5) The audience needs to be able to tell who "come find me" was said by AND who it was directed towards

6) Bonus points if they can cram in more youtuber cameos & beloved characters from the last movie like Jeremy and Doug

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So yeah. It's a lot to consider when writing. And the clock is ticking, because kids, especially little kids like Garrett's actor, grow up FAST. And ghost kids aren't supposed to grow up. Ghost kids are supposed to be dead.

I do want to say though, that despite the plot holes, I LOVE the FNAF movie. I've watched it 20+ times. It's genuinely one of my comfort movies. I'm excited for the next movie, but I'm also sort of expecting it to be late 2025 before we get to see it.

Scott is notoriously picky. He turned down, like, 8 scripts for the first movie before settling on the Mike storyline. I don't mind waiting, especially considering how difficult this next movie is gonna be to write. Also if you read this whole rant?? Damn?? Kiss me on the mouth rn.

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This is a clip of the spinoff of Horror Vacui called The Dealer and the Oracle!

It's a fix it fic that answers the question "what if someone had rescued a young 1982 Model Ford as he was being tortured by Bill?". Here's a little snippet of the upcoming Chapter:

The 1980s were a shit decade. Leaf knew it. Jheselbraum knew it. Bill knew it. Everyone knew it. The music was tinny and insipid, the tech was clunky, the people were painfully backwards but thought themselves advanced, and that was before anyone took into account what passed for fashion. The 80s lacked the innovation of the 70s, the dynamism of the 60s, and the reverberating Potential of the 50s. The 80s weren’t experienced so much as they were inflicted upon a population that had no other choice but to exist in linear time. Case in point: The Rio Bar.  This faux Brazilian monstrosity was meant to look and feel exotic but only managed to embarrass itself. With its ever-present tobacco smoke and the reverb-heavy music, Leaf supposed it was a place where the uninspired could get a little taste of something safely foreign yet familiar. The bartender approached her in a ridiculous bleach-blond pompadour and what passed for a tropical shirt. “What can I getcha?” he asked cheerfully. Leaf locked eyes with him and scrutinized his saccharine smile before leaning in closer. “Tell the Grand Wormwood I’m here about her tab.” There was a crackle of static in the fringes of reality as the seams wrinkled and yielded to the words. The bartender’s face became dazed as his eyes glazed over and shifted from brown to a vivid lime green. He then blinked and looked around in confusion. “Hello Absinthe,” Leaf smiled. “Wisp? Where the hell did you drag me off to…” he trailed off as he looked positively disgusted. “I already helped you put the squeeze on Rico, I kept my end of the deal!” The Grand Wormwood, Absinthe the Green, otherwise known as the patron fae of that specific sort of regret that comes after you had far too good a time the night before. The Green Fairy’s domain lay behind the bar with the bottles of spirits, in theory she could manifest anywhere you could find a bartender, but even she had standards and this place certainly fell short of them. She was not pleased and was looking at Leaf as though she had dragged her to some back-alley slum to be murdered. “What? You don’t like banana leaves, bad music, and neon colors?” Leaf teased and it earned her a green-eyed glare. “You’re not funny.” “Well as long as you’re here, can I get a Blackberry Bramble?” It was amusing to see Absinthe puff up and glower while inhabiting a man a full head taller than Leaf. Eventually, the fae relented and manifested blackberries in a tumbler. “This was not part of the contract, Wisp.” “Oh no worries, I’ll pay for the drink.” “That wasn’t what I meant,” the bartender hissed, “you said I just had to help you find him. You never said I had to help you break him out.” “I also didn’t say you needed to kill Rico or his men,” she pointed out. “I only killed half.” “The other half were committed to the local insane asylum.” “And this is how you repay my restraint.” “My Lady Green, sulking is most unbecoming of you. You agreed to my deal. Last I checked, you still have half of your tab outstanding,” Leaf corrected as she caught the drink Absinthe slid across to her and took a sip, “mmm… bit sour.” “It’s February. Blackberries will be out of season for another twenty Februaries until global warming ramps up,” the fairy huffed. “Shame,” Leaf sighed as she pretended to be fascinated by the drink. “Is that it? You dragged me here to make you an anachronistic drink that won’t be invented for another year and a half?” “Misery loves company,” Leaf’s pointed reply was softened by the amusement in her eyes. “You know… you never said what Stan was doing in a place like this.”

[slickfordain]

Your work is awesome!!

I'll read everything else rq, but first-

Hello, how was your day? How are you feeling?

If it's okay, may I share a bit of my game and ask how will characters react on it?

So uhh

I always say out loud how adorable Nahida is and how she is my "adopted child"

Also during the archon quest I was litteraly chanting "someone help, love and protect her please"

Also when I didn't get Nahida on her banner, I was like "Sages, if it was You, I'm about to destroy you"

I also always greet my team and say "bye" if I'm leaving.

I switch to every character and tell them it. Even how THEY did while I was gone

Maybe I'm going insane Idk?

If you don't want to do it, it's okay!^^

Bye-bye! And again- your work(s) are awesome! Gotta read some more

I may sound insane but I as well say “Hello / hi” to Genshin characters one time because I wanted them to feel welcomed??? I’m kind of new to this shit so I stole my friend’s phone to say hi to them 💀💀 this is such a cute request overall, Nahida is such a baby 💔💔

Also I’m doing just well hon, thank you for asking me. <3 I hope you’re feeling well yourself.

Teyvat is protective of their creator no matter what gender they’re specified with;; however, it seems that you favor Nahida more than others— Most likely as if you made her to actually be your related child. Nahida was hesitant and shy at first, but over the time when she thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel so free and blessed with such a humble God mother/father figure like you.

You’re protective, even if it’s the traveller and Paimon… You still warned them to make sure that Nahida stays secured and safe. Everyone in different nations although takes this request far too seriously- that at this point, Nahida feels rather isolated. Though she knew you never meant any harm, how could she ever assume you would? She’s a wise sweet little girl, humble as you even, she honestly could see the connection of being your child. Literally.

But, that of course makes other children jealous… NPC children would most likely have different voice lines when it comes to Nahida too— which is basically in Sumeru city, and, I guess the Archons has to be checked 24/7 all of the sudden? Confused as you are, you weren’t displeased with it, you felt… Happy actually. Happy that people are acknowledging Nahida. (Although they’re fighting over who gets to be Nahida’s other parent)

Alhaitham especially would have some rooms prepared for Nahida, like, y’know, if she’s tired in a middle of nowhere— there’ll always be a house nearby her area, her spot. The followers of you would be cooking food nonstop for the little child, hoping that she’s willing to test their taste. After all, only she knows what you love in a guy/girl ~!

Oh oh, and since you did say you want someone to also protect Nahida during a quest— Nahida will be bawling her eyes out and ugly cry. (Pretty cry actually) People will be freaking out of why the fuck is shE EVEN CRYING— The NPCs will all baby her and, treasure hoarders? They won’t even get the chance to lay a finger on her because of the Archons killing them off. (Not like you know 😻)

Nahida would be an absolute troll however. Yes, she is sweet and always devoted to drop the entire lore to help people out— (For example she dropped the entire shit lore to Aether / Lumine) But she is heavily LOYAL to her mother/father figure.

Imagine Dottore especially trying to talk it out with her since they did sort of have a conversation beforehand. So he thought it’s only fair he becomes her dad, by marrying you right? HAHAHA, wrong. Nahida is truly worried and overprotective of you, despite being just a kid version of her Archon self. She will lie, telling things to the Fatui doctor what you did not like.

And this has gone on for so long, it’s absolutely hilarious. Especially for Sumeru as they see this as an attempt to bring their divine being closer to them.

But the thing is, you’re not that expressive— you’re just existing and trying to live on while babying Nahida who just sobs into your affection. Girlie never got so much, so it was truly a blessing to have herself in your care.

And talking about Sages, just imagine Enjou overall having troubles with trying to get to you. All because of Sages 💀 look, if mans wanna get your forgiveness, better as well protect Nahida from the half monster hybrid looking ass hot man. Enjou is in so much misery… (Cue CPR)

Also, can we just appreciate how caring you are? No, it’s not only for Nahida you’re just caring for— it’s not even the reason she’s so loyal to you. (Well, it is but still) The true reason is, is because you keep saying “Hello” and “Bye” to them everyday, no matter how tiring it might get.

I think Diluc would especially love this since uhm, well, his dad ain’t here y’know y’know. (Or any traumatized character really)

…

Imagine Archon Timmie flying up to the heavens above just to replace Nahida and be your son— (Archon Timmie /srs) But then fails because Nahida is too logical and wise that his brain couldn’t take it anymore either.

Okay I’m stopping there 💀💀💀

Also have a sneak peak of my fanfic because I know some people will assume I’m not working on it 💔

It looks shitty but whatever

[madebysimblr]

A few days later

A metallic thunk and someone yelling FUCK down the corridor.

Otis: [???] Matty? You alright, dude?

Matty wordlessly hands him a piece of paper.

Otis: Oh, so it's your kid. Huh.

Matty: I don't know how she did it.

Otis: Uh. Yeah. You seemed pretty certain that it couldn't be yours, I figured you had gotten a vasectomy? Sometimes those fail, I guess?

Matty: Shit that's a good idea... No I hadn't.

Otis: …. Then how were you so sure?

Matty: Well, we barely ever have sex. If we do it's never vaginally- oh FUCK.

Otis: …. What?

Matty: Goddamnit. There was one time. Our stupid anniversary. I remembered it early enough in the day. Got her something from our connections at Liberty's. Got home early. I know she had been waiting for me to forget so she could spend another week bitching at me, but she was so surprised I remembered she was... I don't know. Nice? We had the house to ourselves, had dinner, watched a movie, and…. Damnit.

Otis: Right.

Matty: I thought I would finally be free of her, she ruin-

Otis: Dude, I can't listen to you complain about her anymore.

Matty: What!?

Otis: Look, I know. She did a really shitty thing in trapping you. We all agree on that. But man, it's been 3 years of this shit. From what you just described, it sounds like when you put in the effort things aren't so bad. Maybe she's miserable all the time because she can tell that you fucking hate her.

Matty: I....

Otis: Go to counseling. Sort your shit out, both on your own and with each other. Or for the peace of mind of everyone, just divorce her. Either way though, you do need to get some professional help.

Matty: Hey!

Otis: It's just the truth, dude. You're so wrapped up in wishing how your life could have gone, that you don't appreciate anything you have. You never looked twice at Summer until you couldn't have her anymore. You're in love with the idea of her, and the life you could have had. You have got to move on.

Matty: [sighs very heavily] You have a point.

Otis: I want you to be happy, dude. Don't drag everyone down with you, ok? I just stopped by to say congrats really. I'm gonna visit Sorella-

Matty: HA! And you say I need to move on.

Otis: [rolls eyes] I moved on from her a long time ago. You wouldn't know, because you never ask- but I date. Sorella is still my friend and she's got family in the hospital. So I'm going to go check in on my friend. Figure your shit out. And maybe go check on your wife.

-

Matty sighs again.

[mycomfortblanket]

Publicist Set Up

Chapter One

Sokka is lying in bed scrolling through Instagram when a message request notification bar appears at the top of his screen. Not thinking too much of it, he hits the bar and it immediately takes him to the message.

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:46 pm Hi, my name is Kate, I am Zuko Sozin's Social Media Publicist and Manager. I noticed that you've commented a few times on his posts and was wondering if you would be interested in a Zoom Meet and Greet with him..

Sokka rolls his eyes. Another spam message, although this one seems more realistic, is probably an actual person messaging him and then will somehow manage to get his social secruity number from some special encryption bullshit. But still, it's always fun to mess with these people and see how far they are willing to sell their lies.

From: Sokkas_B00merang 9:48 pm Oh, Zuko's publicist, huh?

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:48 pm Yeah, I know, there are a lot of scammers out there, but this is a legitimate offer. It's completely free, you would just have to log onto a Zoom meeting after I set up the times between you two.

Sokka furrows his brow. He's never had a scammer openly admit to there being other scammers on the internet, nor them saying 'completely free'. Usually, they'll throw in a 'small payment' or something along those lines.

From: Sokkas_B00merang 9:50 pm Is there any way for me to know you're real?

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 9:51 pm Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I usually lead with that. Yes, here is my card, I blacked out my phone number for obvious reasons. If you would like, you can request to follow me on Instagram and you can see some personal photos I have with him.

The picture that comes in is crystal clear and it's what she says it is: a business card. Sokka clicks on the photo so that it comes up bigger and he inspects the card. There's her name, and underneath it says Social Media Specialist and Publicist, the scribble of what looks like a Snapchat coloring over the phone number and email.

Okay, this shit is weird and actually kind of real looking. Before he actually starts to get his hopes up, Sokka goes to Kate's profile and hits the Request to Follow button, and within thirty seconds, his request is approved and he is able to go to her page.

The majority of the pictures are of her and several of her at the pool drinking some frozen alcoholic drink. But, every so often, there's a picture with someone famous. There's that girl from that K-Pop group he hears so much about, or that actor from the newest James Bond movie, and a little further down, is Zuko. The caption reads Great night with great company. He clicks the photo and the top comment is from Zuko's official account. It's just a heart, but still, this shit is weirdly realistic.

He goes back to the messages,

From: Sokkas_B00merang 10:02 pm Okay, I'll give you this, your stuff looks legit. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to ask me to input my credit card number.

From: KateLoftinFireStudios 10:03 pm Lol no, nothing of that sort. I just need to know when you are free within the next two weeks so I can get a meeting set up between you two.

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Even though Sokka still has a sliver of a doubt about this whole thing, he is also having that rush of excitement at possibly meeting a celebrity. But not just any celebrity, the hottest model that Sokka has ever had the privilege of masterbating to. He started appearing in magazines a little bit before the pandemic, and once everyone was confinded indoors, his image seemed to be everywhere.

Sokka has a few magazines that Zuko is featured in scattered about in his apartment, and even though the majority of the time, he is fully clothed, there is that random picture of him in underwear or swimsuit. His lean body has the perfect amount of wiry muscles and his abs are defined but not overly in your face. His scar, although Sokka is sure was incredibly painful, gives the man a sense of mystery and ruggedness.

When it's finally time for the meeting, Sokka pulls out his old laptop from the back of his closet and powers it on. He'd rather be safe than sorry just in case it is actually spam and they give his computer some sort of virus. He has it set up on his coffee table and with him on the floor, his back pressed against the couch.

He's still waiting in the Zoom calls 'lobby' waiting for the host- or Zuko- to start the meeting. Sokka checks his reflection in the little square that shows his picture and he quickly reaches up and adjusts his hair and checks for eye boogies one more time.

The computer makes a sound, letting him know that someone has started the chat and his heart freezes for about .5 seconds as the screen changes. The person he's supposed to be chatting with still doesn't have their camera on so he can't see if it's actually going to be The Zuko or some ramdom guy from a different country trying to steal his identity.

"Bloody hell, you would think I would know how to do this by now," a woman with a British accent says. "Sokka- am I pronouncing your name right?"

"Uh..." he hesitates, but nods his head. "Yeah. You pronounced it right."

"Great, this is Kate," the British woman says. "Zuko is in the other room, said something about his shirt. I can't seem to understand why- Ah!" the camera finally comes on, "There we go!" and a beautiful woman comes into view. She's sitting in what appears to be a kitchen; there's a stove and the edge of a stainless steel fridge behind her. The breath is actually sucked out of him. That's the lady that was in the Instagram posts... which means...

"Is that him?" a raspy voice sounds from off-camera and Sokka's eyes widen. He would recognize that voice anywhere. From all the interviews that Sokka has watched, he would be able to pick this man's voice out of a lineup any day. Kate glances to the right of the screen and gives a small nod and a smile.

"Okay, Sokka. So the way this works, you and Zuko get to chat for about thirty minutes before it automatically kicks both of you out. For legal reasons, Zuko won't disclose any personal information like where he is, phone number, or things of that sort and you also don't have to disclose any information that you don't want to. Sound good?"

Sokka can't even really bring himself to say anything, but just nods, his eyes still as big as dinner plates.

"Great, well here he is." Kate turns to Zuko who is still offscreen, "I'm going to be down the hall in the office, I'll come back a few minutes before the time is u p to give you a warning, okay?" She turns back to Sokka, "Bye, Sokka. It was great chatting with you!" She walks off the screen and a tall figure takes her place.

If it's even possible, the breath is sucked out of Sokka again at the fact that Zuko fucking Sozin, the most beautiful model his eyes have ever laid upon, drops down into the chair in front of the camera.

"Oh my god," Sokka whispers.

"What?" Zuko asks, his brow furrowing.

"I didn't actually think- I mean... you're real!" Sokka says, his voice cracking slightly.

Zuko huffs out an awkward laugh, "Yeah, and you're real, I mean, of course, you'd be real. I just didn't believe Kate when she told me about the Zoom meeting because, I mean, who does this sort of thing? I- I don't mean that I don't want to talk with you, I just- I'm totally new to all of this-" he cuts himself off, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Sokka cant' help the smile that comes onto his face. God, this guy is cute. In the magazines, he just radiates confidence and sex appeal, but in real life, he is so painfully awkward that it's cute. "You don't talk to fans often?" Sokka asks, deciding to help him out a little.

"I wouldn't necessarily say I have fans..." Zuko mumbles, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "I mean, sure, there are people who like me, but fans- I think that's being a little generous."

"Nah, man. I'm definitely a fan," Sokka gives him a charming smile and Zuko gives him a small one back. "You say you're new to this, but I've been seeing you in magazines and stuff for years now, since before the pandemic."

"Oh, yeah, no. I didn't mean new to the modeling thing, I meant new to the talking to people who... like me?" he finishes awkwardly with a shrug.

Sokka can't help but snort a laugh out through his nose, "I'm finding that a little hard to believe that you- mister beautiful famous model man- is nervous talking to me, a guy who ids barely surviving working at his dad's mechanic shop."

"I don't know about the beautiful part," Zuko grumbles and looks down, his blush deepening just a little and starting to spread down his neck. Sokka can just barely see his fingers picking at something on the table he is at. This is the second time he has been self-deprecating and Sokka can tell he's not doing it in a way of fishing for compliments, but rather, he genuinely believes what he is saying. He also notices how Zuko didn't deny the fact that he is nervous talking to him, but rather, denied that he is pretty.

"Well, what made your publicist choose me for you to talk to?" he asks curiously. Sokka does not expect the full-on bright red blush that overtakes Zuko's cheeks even more and goes down his neck, disappearing into his shirt. His eyes go wide and he quickly looks off-screen and then back at Sokka, trying to stammer out a response. There's something about making Zuko blush with every other question that is really getting to Sokka. "What?" he asks, his mouth quirking up into a smile as he tries fighting off his own blush.

"It was random, Kate just pulled someone from the comments and- set it up," he doesn't look at Sokka when he says this so he knows that Zuko is partially lying, but he won't call him out on it... yet.

"Ah, well, what comment did I leave that made her click on me?" Sokka thought this was an innocent enough question, but the way Zuko's blush deepens, he can only guess. Actually... he doesn't even need to guess, he knows what comment it was. "Oh... yeah, I know which one, don't say that out loud, uh..." Sokka starts. In his defense, he was incredibly stoned when he posted that comment to Zuko's Instagram account.

The picture in question was of Zuko lying on the edge of a pool, his drenched white shirt pulled up to expose his stomach. There were artfully placed droplets of water scattered about on his face and the way the sunlight- or artificial light, whatever- brought out his light brown eyes, making them look like dripping honey.

The comment that Sokka had left isn't exactly something he is proud of and to be honest, he completely forgot about until now. What I would do to have this man underneath me isn't exactly something that screams 'strike up a conversation with me'.

His ex, Suki, had beat manners into him and how awful it is to degrade women by talking like that, and of course, the sentiment extended to men. But, Sokka was never very good at keeping his mouth in check while under the influence, so he knows what he said wasn't exactly 'chivalrous'.

Zuko finally looks back up at the camera and gives a small laugh at Sokka's sudden awkwardness, "Now who is the one that's nervous?"

Sokka snorts, not expecting the joke to come from him, "Oh, he's got jokes?" he asks through his laughter. It's weird how easy it is talking to Zuko, they're talking like they're both normal people instead of half the party being incredibly famous and the other half being incredibly not famous.

Zuko's smile brightens just a little and he visibly seems to loosen up the longer they talk. They start poking fun at one another as if they've been friends for years. It's only when he hears the familiar British accent off-camera that he knows their thirty minutes are coming to a close.

"it was really great talking with you, Sokka," Zuko says, his voice lowering slightly and making a warmth settle in Sokka's belly. God, the way his name sounds on this man's lips.

He gulps at the same time he tries to say, "Yeah-" he coughs a little, clearing his throat, "Yeah, I can't believe I actually got to meet you, it's unreal. You're unreal."

Zuko laughs a little, "I'm really glad we met, hopefully we'll talk again soon."

Sokka's eyes widen, "Wait, what do you mean-" but the Zoom call ends before he can even ask what Zuko means by Hopefully we'll talk again soon. How would they talk soon? There's no chance of them meeting in public, mostly because he doesn't even know where Zuko lives, but also because, what is the fucking chance that he would meet a celebrity when the only places he go4es to are the coffee house down the street, work, and the community college a town over?

He stares at the Zoom home page for a few minutes longer, trying to process the whole encounter. At one point, he thinks they were flirting, but he couldn't be sure, because, like, why the fuck would a fine-ass model flirt with him?

Shaking his head slightly, sure that he will wake up in a few minutes from some coma that he's been in, he stands up from the coffee table, scooping his phone into his hand, and starts down the hallway towards his bedroom.

He flicks on the light when he gets two notifications, one after the other, from Instagram. Opening his phone and navigating to the app, a smile breaks across his face.

Zuko.Sozin followed you

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[crguang]

always love the violinist au lore drops, omg.

so...was their instructor elio? if so thats crazy. always imagined him playing a stringed instrument (like pulling strings, puppeteer-esque bc he's like manipulating the future idk) so i always pictured him playing like violin, or harp. but also maybe bass bc he's sort of setting everything up and he like tells the future, and his v basic instruction (bc lets be honest they're barely following the script, its v lenient) there just wouldnt be stellaron hunters, and usually basses keep everyone on beat, idk.

btw i've been meaning to ask, how does kafka know blade in this au? like very funny to me how the ppl she's closest to in canon are basically her coworkers 😭

also the angst, like damn. them not rlly knowing each other until they meet again, even tho kafka is literally haunted by their presence, omg. and their instructor being a piece of shit and kafka not rlly realizing until later...i can't. and r being insecure and guilty abt it all, im going to implode. and kafka practicing until her fingers bleed ik her fingers are callused af.

also r not being able to recognize that kafka likes them bc of their insecurities, and kafka wearing sunglasses to hide that bc she thinks its so obvious, I'm gonna die. ik they're so annoying whenever kfr hangs out w acheswan. and kafka inviting r to the opera saying "i have two tickets" like blade isnt right there if she rlly needed someone to go with, and she's rich probably and one ticket doesn't mean much, she's so obvious.

but honestly it'd be kind of embarrassing to admit that u like kafka, shes such a loser. could never imagine admitting to liking kafka like that.../s

my finals also didn't start out very well, but im finishing them up this week and then im free for a month. do think i will fail my last one tho. its like my worst subject and im a pretty bad test taker in the first place, but wtv, it'll totally be fine. I'm sure you'll do good tho

-🌠

oh my god i didnt even think that far but i love this a lot. elio playing a string instrument always felt right but the bass especially would be so good… violin and bass sounds right to me it’s added to the lore 😋

kafka and blade…. once again plugging this insane animation about them because while it wouldnt apply exactly to a modern au, this is the vibe they’ve always given me. like no he didnt try to kill himself in front of her but this sort of chance meeting where each of them goes “oh, this one knows emptiness.” is how i want them to find each other every time. to me, blade might be the person that understands kafka the most and his care for her makes me want to die. they obviously care a lot about each other, they’re the best friends ever for me. implicit understanding of how the other works, long comfortable silences, them going through life together… i cant stand kafblade as a ship but i cant even lie like i get it man. blade’s perception of destiny is full of pain bc he’s left to suffer through it while kafka strives to make it her own wow sorry they mean so much to me. im realizing i havent actually answered your question but thats because i havent thought about it too much hejdjfkg i want her to find him on the side of the road or something. but i believe the stellaron hunters understand kafka best that’s why they’re closest to her even if sometimes it’s not the influence she needs

https://youtu.be/EED6XGHX7DI?si=jE7KkuZtSosG0zbB

kafka with calloused hands is so important to me she’s always wearing gloves now but won’t really wear them when she’s playing the violin because it’s much more intimate that way. UGH r tracing her fingers and knuckles and going over the faded marks there… let’s all cry. hanging out with acheswan and blade has made kafka believe that she’s so obvious she has to wear sunglasses around r for her own sanity but the whole time r is thinking “does she even like me 😣😣😣”, ridiculous. they’re both so stupid it’s really insane that it took them almost 15 years to get together like what’s wrong with them.

“i have two tickets” = i want you i want you i want you i want you i want you—

i would never tell kafka i like her i don’t think this is information she needs to have… it’d be obvious tho and she’d manipulate the shit out of me because of it but thats ok this is literally me

hope your finals arent too hard bc mine are definitely not going well so far hdhdjfkg but its fine we’ll live to write gp!kafka smushots during winter break

[bisexualenbyblueberry]

Do you have any ideas about what each of the TDP character’s music taste would be like?

This can include music from literally any era and/or culture

OH MY GOD I've been waiting SO LONG to have this asked to me, SO

First things first, I remember commenting somewhere on a post about Soren and Corvus' "song" that to Corvus, their song was something by Mitski, and to Soren, their song was like. I Am A Gummy Bear so write that down for them

In all seriousness I feel like Soren would like exclusively parody, joke songs. Weird Al, Danny Gonzalez, etc etc. And his ass has definitely listened to the Beast Mode Spotify playlist before

Claudia- Taking a page out of 2018 Tumblr's interpretation of Claudia as her being super goth and saying she listens to MCR or smth like that. idk I know nothing about goth music. Either that or TV girl

Terry- it would be low-hanging fruit to say he listens to Cavetown. It would be less low-hanging fruit to say he does not pay attention to lyrics in the slightest. Only tune. His playlist is the most chaotic, genre-free mess you'll ever see. It has several Christmas songs on it. He listens to it year round. Everyone is terrified of him

Callum- he's one of those queer teenage boys who listen exclusively to 80's rock. He defends the Beatles with his life (Rayla is the one he has to defend them from)

Rayla- Sneers at Callum for his love songs. Laughs at him for grinning while walking around blasting soft rock. Looks down on everyone who listens to non-instrumental music. Does not listen to lyrics music. Definitely has NOT cried to sad Conan Gray and Harry Styles songs at 1:00 am before, please stop asking

Ezran- he just listens to whatever everyone else wants to listen to tbh. He has had to mediate music-related arguements in the car before

Runaan- only listens to classical music from the Renaissance era

Kazi- idk what they'd listen to exactly (maybe like, dark academia shit) but the important thing is that they have a different playlist for everything. Going to a cafe? There's a playlist for that. Taking the bus? There's a playlist for that. Watering their cacti? There's a playlist for that. Anyone can ask them for a playlist with any concept and they'd have it, as well as a lengthy anecdote as to why.

Gren- I absolutely hate doing this to him but. Gren listens to the most agressively white man music ever. Cotton Eyed Joe is his favourite song. He knows all the lyrics to Sweet Home Alabama. He's also one of those people who never makes a playlist, just listens to music raw and randomly. You could tell him you made him a playlist and play one of those "songs that excite the white folk" and he would be ever so thankful that you made him this playlist that caters exactly to his taste. Gren I am so so sorry I did this to you but it was needed

I want you to know I have agressively slapped my hand over my mouth several times while writing this like some sort of cartoon villain

OKAY it is now the next morning and I would like to add:

Viren- hates all music. Like he thinks it's a distraction from more important things and just despises it. If there's music playing in a room he'll leave that room, no matter what

Harrow- Swiftie dad

[actual-changeling]

Since you have been the first 'Crowley deserves to have his boundaries' person I have seen in the tags on weeks. What do you think about the talk in the fandom on how Crowley should have accepted going to Heaven 'to do good and stop the Apocalypse' and that 'he also rejected Aziraphale'? It personally gives me the creeps because the narrative makes clear that Heaven is a big white nightmare but the fandom seems to be taking the 'Aziraphale might jot be perfect' thing hard and therefore Heaven is fixable now...

Glad to know I am not alone in my little boundaries corner! I'm always here for discussions about it.

And, oh boy, do I have thoughts on that, let's see if I can get them to be somewhat coherent.

I am going to start this off with a metaphor of sorts and hopefully people will be able to follow along. I'm an older sibling and have a little sister, and we grew up in an incredibly abusive and neglectful household.

When I graduated high school, I moved out for university, which was literally the best thing to ever happen to me - I got away, I was/am free! Now I have to deal with the consequences of all that shit though.

If my sister asked me to come back so I can help her fix our mother (entirely theoretical btw she'd never lol) would it be the right thing to say yes? Should I give up my personal freedom, my life, the healing process I am right in the middle of, to go back to a household that broke me? So I can be trapped with a person that will never change again?

The answer is, of course, no. I feel bad for my sister and I am praying she will be able o move out soon, but me going back would not solve a single fucking thing. See where I'm going with this yet?

Crowley left heaven and landed on earth, which was ultimately good for him, but he has a lot to process and heal from; he's right in the middle of his own recovery.

Heaven will not change, it cannot be changed. The entire institution is working as intended, and the intention is to be abusive, manipulative, and have as much power over everyone as possible. You cannot fix that, you need to get rid of it.

Aziraphale has good intentions, but he is also still trapped in that abusive household because he never moved out, he is the sibling that stayed behind, just mentally instead of physically.

Hot take, but many people in this fandom are incapable of understanding that "Aziraphale is acting based on good intentions and is still actively being abused/traumatized" and "Aziraphale did bad and unhealthy things and his relationship with Crowley was co-dependent and toxic" are co-existing. Both are true.

Both. are. true.

He did messed up shit out of a trauma response, but he is still responsible for his actions, and at the same time he deserves a chance to heal and move on from it. Please, at this point I am begging people to understand that this is not a black and white issue.

Crowley did not reject Aziraphale, if anything, Aziraphale rejected him.

Crowley said no to returning to an abusive environment for an impossible task. Crowley said no to sacrificing his mental and physical health for something that he knows will not happen. Crowley, for the first time in his life, set a clear and final boundary and put himself and his life over Aziraphale's wishes.

That is a good thing. It is necessary.

Season 3 will not be about Aziraphale fixing heaven or preventing the second coming (if anything it'll be accidental just like in season 1). It's going to be about him finding his way out of his abusive household and into a healthy environment in which they're both free and can heal.

Apart AND together.

It's not happily ever after, it's not perfect romance, it's not "soul-mates" or anything. It is messy, it is real, it is complicated, and I am so fucking tired of seeing it reduced to "love conquers all".

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Funny pinned post time bc it felt more convenient ⬇⬇

Hi I'm Mick aprofessionalwithoutstandards (or Maria, or Mickey), I'm twenty, bisexual, bigender transmasculine she/him, Latino, weird in the head, all that good. I might talk kinda strangely or not respond at all sometimes, so bear with me, it's all on me n not you. I'm almost always not trying to start shit. I really do love talking to people so always feel free to talk :)

This is my tf2 blog and has always been only a tf2 blog, sometimes I post Portal stuff too

I make posts. I failed to start an original post tag so most original posts are just tagged #tf2

This is not a primarily NSFW blog but I do reblog porn and have genuine, non-jokey conversations about sex and kink from time to time (the latter is much more common than the former). All of that is tagged under "#mick dicks", so block that tag if you don't want to see any of that sort of content

"#open mick night" is a wreck of a tag but technically it's for anything more personal or anecdotal. Sometimes it means "not tf2" but more often it means "gameplay anecdote"

"#mick fics" is my fic tag. I think my art tag is just "#my art" but I don't draw for tf2 a lot </3 "#oc tag" is for my ocs

I tag for slurs (reclaimed or otherwise), excessive gore, body horror, drugs, and mentions of pregnancy more explicit than the baboon uterus. If you want something else to be tagged, feel free to ask me, but full transparency I will not tag for blood, light gore, or guns. They're kind of unavoidable

I like Sniper, I main Sniper, I even, as the kids say, kin Sniper. This isn't like a roleplay blog or anything, referring to me as him and him as me is just done bc it goes to my head

Not like a dedicated ship blog but I do post a lot of ship stuff. Primarily swordvan, bushmed, demomedic, and funny adminsniper, but you'll basically see everything here from time to time. I try to keep it all tagged for your convenience

The only thing I ask is that you don't send me stuff abt sniperscout/speedingbullet, it's not like a "dni" you can interact if you post that idc but it's a big personal preference and I'd like to have that respected, tysm Oh also no scoutpauling asks tysm

I don't really have a dni but I am just going to ask people to be normal. I'm just some guy and people who send me asks and stuff are also just some guys, respect me and respect other people. I know there can feel like a disconnect but I do see everything people say in my notes and I'm generally trying to cultivate a nice positive setting for everyone lmao. When I complain abt stuff don't take it too seriously lol, we're all just here to have fun

Figured I should stick this on here somewhere: I've never watched Emesis Blue, I don't know what Freak Fortress is, I have never played Team Fortress Classic and I do not care, and I have little to no interest in "fem fortress"posting (I do not consider the trans/nonbinary headcanons I have for some characters to be "fem fortress"). Nothing against any of these things, I just don't really care about them and won't be able to answer questions about them

Main is @biracy (so I reply and send asks from here), ao3 is biracy, Steam acc is Grampus Gaming

[himbosandhardwear]

A snippet from my latest WIP. Steve goes to a kink club looking for something in particular, and ends up with more than he bargained for...

The conversation becomes less fraught, lots of shop talk, which for a kink club is actually pretty boring. Steve does eventually apologize for their swift departure the night before, if only because he missed the show downstairs. And as much as he's willing to get into Eddie's pants, he really did have a great time with Diana, and doesn't want her to think he's forgotten about it.

“You can make it up to me another day, baby.” She reaches across the bar and pinches his cheek.

“Oh my god, stop,” he whines, rubbing his face. She wasn't being soft about it. He chubs up a bit.

“Actually,” she drawls, contemplative and possibly scheming, “I wanted to run an idea past you.”

“Yeah? What's up?” He tries to look cool, and not like he's praying she doesn't embarrass him in front of everyone.

She leans over the bar, into his space. She's ditched the corset for a comfortable T-shirt but her tits are still huge and are pushed up to her collarbones with the maneuver.

“You know how we said it was going to take awhile before we worked up to…that thing you really want?”

He nearly takes his own chin in his hand so he doesn't turn to see if everyone is listening to this. Of course they are, they're all sitting three feet away.

“Yep.”

“I was thinking, Eddie's better than me at that sort of thing.”

Time stops. He doesn't misunderstand her, he knows what she's suggesting, but the way Eddie goes stiff in his seat…

“Di.” His voice is reprimanding. Angry.

Steve's stomach plummets.

“Oh please, you know it's true. And we both know it's not really about sex with him, he just needs the set and release, so what's the problem? Are we not all adults here?”

Eddie doesn't want to. That much is clear. Despite what he'd said that first night. He's angry at her for even suggesting it, silently communicating that she drop it. Steve has to clear his throat before speaking.

“It's okay,” he says softly. “He doesn't have to do anything if he doesn't want to. I'm not worried about…I mean, I'm fine with what we were doing.”

Eddie turns to look at him in confusion.

“What?” Steve asks, not sure why he's being picked apart about this.

“If I don't want to?”

Steve goes to use his food as a reason to stop looking Eddie in the eye and finds he's somehow already eaten it all. Even the soggy pancake bits. Fuck.

“Yeah, man, it's cool. Don't even worry about it.”

“I am worried about it.” He turns in his seat and, fucking Christ, reaches out and physically turns Steve in his. Steve looks up in shock as their knees bump into each other. “Stop acting like I'm the one who hates the idea.”

Oh. Okay.

What?

“You're the one who said you had a preference for women. Remember?”

This is it. This is the moment that will make or break his chance with Eddie. He needs to think fast. Flirt or play it cool? With everyone watching he can't suddenly show his hand. This is so embarrassing. Fuck. Thinking fast has never been his strong suit.

“That was back when it was all sexual, though. Right? Like she said, that part hardly matters anymore. It's all about,” he looks over at Diana, trying to remember what she'd said that first night, “confronting trauma in a safe place?”

“Exactly.” She pats his arm and then turns to Eddie. “See? You're the only one here who sees an issue.”

Eddie shakes his head like he's trying to wake up. “Me? I don't- There's no problem. I just thought… Okay.”

The emotional rollercoaster Steve's been on has gone completely off the fucking rails, he's in freefall.

“Okay?”

He looks Steve over, like Steve's the one who might be fucking with him. “Yeah. I'm free the rest of the day. I assume you are too? Not a school day.”

Today?!

“No but, uh, tomorrow. Tomorrow is a school day.”

“So we do it now and not later tonight.”

Now?!

“Holy shit,” Megan says, which reminds him, horrifyingly, that other people are still here, “are you a school teacher?”

He somehow manages to rip his eyes away from Eddie long enough to answer her. “Guidance counselor.”

She coos over this, and immediately wants to know if all the kids have a crush on him. He almost says, no, of course not, but he realizes on the spot that it's not true and Matt Owens had a very obvious crush on him two years ago. Embarrassing.

“I mean, maybe. But nothing too bad.” He knows his face is still red, so he probably looks like he's trying to hide some kind of nefarious deed.

Eddie startles him when he places his hand down on Steve's arm again, leaning in to mutter, “Wait here, I'm gonna grab some stuff. Gimme ten?”

Sweat is gathering on Steve's lower back.

“Yup. No problem.”

“Cool. Meet me in Room Six.”

“Will do.”

Eddie leaps off the bar stool and half jogs downstairs. Everyone is suspiciously quiet. He looks back to find them all staring, various looks of excitement across their faces.

“What?”

Diana snorts. “Ignore them. They don't get out much. You want a shot of something?”

“Yes, please.”