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maxislvt · 2 years ago

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The Perfect Pair

Summary: What happened before Christmas was an accident. It should've been a one off thing that neither you or Wanda would mention again. However, Wanda isn't satisfied with just letting you slip through the cracks and though you'd never admit it, you didn't want to slip through them either.

Warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!reader, omega!Wanda, nontraditional omegaverse dynamics, anal play, pegging, anal fingerings, butt plugs, jealousy, rough sex, teasing, claiming, very brief and non serious injury towards the end, aftercare

Author's Note: I swear I was writing the professor Wanda fic but this literally consumed my every waking thought FOR WEEKS!! This is technically a part 2 of Let It Snow but this can be read on its own!!

"I understand you may be worried about some of the repercussions of our… escapade before Christmas and I assure you they are small. As you know, how I acquired my powers has rendered me barren. I won't stop being friends with you because of this but I cannot let something like that happen again. It would be detrimental to the team to continue such a relationship based on our urges."

You were so serious, Wanda almost believed you. With your back so straight and your voice so stern, Wanda should've been convinced you wanted nothing to do with her. Like always, she could see right through you. The smaller details always told her what you were truly feeling. Your heels dug into the carpet of her room, you fiddled with the leather strap on your jacket, and the way you simply refused to make proper eye contact with her. You were nervous, unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. It was adorable. Wanda could only imagine you hunched over a desk constantly rewriting your speech in that little notebook you kept on you.

"Who said it wasn't only based on urges, hm?" One question was all she needed to break your facade. Suddenly, you were right back to that bashful alpha she had trapped underneath only weeks earlier. Wanda stepped into your personal space. Her hands spread out over the muscular surface that was your chest. "You can sense me watching you, can't you?" Wanda ran her fingers down your arm, following the curve of your muscles. "I know about that adorable little sketchbook you bring on missions and the stickers you use to color code your files." Her hands slid back up your arm, groping and squeezing the unmoving muscles. "I know you're the mysterious little chef that leaves cookies out for the team on Sundays."

She began to circle you. You were nothing more than prey for her to pounce on at any second. "I can see inside that little head of yours," Wanda whispered in your ear. You were practically shaking underneath her touch. She could hear your brain frantically searching for some excuse or explanation. Wanda had heard your filthy thoughts. Of course, she had. She wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. "You're tired of being in charge, aren't you? You just wanna let go and let someone else do the work. Isn't that right?" A smirk spread across her face. She had you. Stuck in a limbo of accepting the truth in her words and about to lose yourself in the pleasure she was giving you.

You were doomed. Your dick twitched and throbbed in Wanda's hands as she groped you. It pained you to admit it, but she was right. Being underneath Wanda was the freest you had ever felt. No reports, no stupid tests to be run, and none of society's standards telling you to be ashamed of what you wanted. Wanda's touch felt heavenly. Soft and freshly manicured nails rubbed up and down your crotch until you were completely hard. Part of you just wanted her to make the leap and take you then and there. "Uh i-it's, it's more complicated than that," You strained out. The slow, methodic strokes were almost enough to get you begging for more. Almost wasn't enough. Just as a shudder ran up your spine, you grabbed Wanda's wrist and pulled it off of you. You turned to face her. "I don't get to just drop anything and play whatever sick game you're dragging me into." Stepping away was the hardest thing you've ever done. "Maybe we can be friends, but I can't let this happen."

Wanda raised her eyebrows in disappointment. You could never lie to her. She knew too much. Wanda simply smiled and cupped your face. "Well, I'll believe it when you can look me in the eyes and say it." In one swift motion, she leaned forward and kissed you. Once again, you were helpless and completely pliable from simple touches. All it took for you to relax was a few seconds of a kiss. You wanted her, Wanda knew that, but you'd never have her if you denied yourself so often. Her hands wrapped around your waist. The fabric of your suit was harsh against her skin. "Let's get this off and see how much you don't want me, hm?"

With your mind clouded by lust, you almost let Wanda have her way with you. "Wanda, I- I'm serious! If this gets out of hand, there's no telling what'll happen to the team!" A defiant huff came from your chest as you stepped away. Your face was flushed red and your body felt hot. It wasn't fair. How come you couldn't fluster Wanda the way she flustered you? You were an alpha. Alphas weren't supposed to be mushy and dependent. They were supposed to be hard workers and leaders. "I'm serious, I'm not letting this go on any longer! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend and I will not let you be the reason I'm late!" Shouting felt unnatural to you, but you were frustrated. Without another word, you used your powers to disappear into the shadows and leave Wanda's room.

Wanda merely groaned and shook her head. She'd make you confess one way or the other.

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Despite the confidence you had to walk out, you were beginning to regret it. Stress was starting to get you. Having sex with Wanda was the first time in almost a year you hadn't suppressed your heat and your body was missing her. You were starting to worry that maybe your heart was too. If you weren't careful, every thought you had would suddenly become about Wanda. It was particularly embarrassing when she'd enter your mind when you needed comfort.

Like when you were trapped in a pressure chamber and had to force yourself to become whole again. No matter how many times you found yourself in that position, you could never get used to the pain. A necessary evil you told yourself. At least Bruce would always be there for moral support. However, after a two-week-long period of using your powers almost non-stop, you were subjected to the worst session of it yet. You practically collapsed the second you stepped off the Quinjet and it felt as if your condition only worsened from there. It was a cruel process. Several minutes of what would've been bone-crushing pressure to anyone else, then you'd get a minute of nausea, and then you'd have to do it all over again.

All you could do was curl into a ball and scream.

The other Avengers occasionally stopped by during the process to offer you encouraging words or bring food when you'd be let out for a real break. After nearly two hours of medical torture, you had almost given up on it. Then, Wanda came in.

She almost immediately regretted it. Never had Wanda seen you so weak. Strained tears rolled down your face as you clawed at the floor beneath you. It was awful to look at. "What's up with them," Wanda asked casually, hoping she'd seem disinterested.

"Rethreading. Y/N uses their powers too long and their atoms forget how to arrange themselves back to the way they were before. The only way to get them back in order is to brute force it." Bruce turned off the pressure, allowing you to rest. "It isn't pretty, but it's the only thing that works." He looked up from the monitor in front of him and came face first with a very confused Wanda. "Okay. They're a human, which is solid, but their powers turn them into this weird shadowy gas thing we can't put a name to just yet. It's cool, but if they do it too long their atoms forget how to become solid again. Pressure forces them back into one piece.

Wanda nodded along, only understanding part of the explanation. "Have you tried magic? What if I just…force them to go back together, gently."

Bruce hummed and scratched the back of his neck. "It's not exactly my field of work, but if you think it'll work…go ahead." He pressed a button on the panel in front of him. "We're sending Wanda in…don't give me that look. It's worth a shot and probably less painful." A wave of his hand signaled for Wanda to enter the chamber. "Pressure's off, go ahead."

Wanda honestly had no clue what she was doing. It'd be a miracle if you even let her touch you, it'd be something else entirely if she could help you feel better. "Let's just make this easier for the both of us, alright?"The door to the chamber closed behind her and she took a deep breath. Though you didn't say anything, she took you laying down as a sign of submission. She kneeled beside you and firmly placed her hand on your chest. "Just…breathe."

You begrudgingly followed Wanda's instructions. One deep breath as the magical red mist surrounded your body. You weren't entirely sure what you were experiencing, but it felt good. After hours of fruitless torture, your body seemed to finally listen. Wanda's magic had tamed the unruly science that ruined you and made you whole again. Everything was peaceful. No nausea or pressure, just calmness.

"I…it worked. It worked!" A relieved laugh bubbled through your body. "Oh god, Wanda you don't know what this means to me! Thank you, thank you!" Without even thinking, you pulled Wanda into a hug. A real hug. Not those awkward side hugs you gave to politicians during banquets. A full hug filled with gratitude and adoration. Genuine enough to make you forget your self-imposed rule of distance. Only for a moment though. After nearly a full thirty seconds of hugging, you forced yourself to let go and cleared your throat. "Your assistance is greatly appreciated and I will never forget how you've helped me today," You said with a flat voice devoid of the excitement you had just seconds early. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have mission debriefings to finish up and submit." You gave Wanda a firm handshake before standing up and leaving the chamber.

Wanda just barely fought off the urge to roll her eyes, but she let you leave without saying anything else to you. She stood and shrugged at Bruce. "I'm not exactly sure what I did, but I'll do it again if it must be done." Part of her was disappointed she let you slip through her fingers once again, but embarrassing you in front of your friends certainly wasn't the way to catch. Maybe now, you'd come to her.

You had come running to her sooner than she expected. Mere hours after dinner, you stood in front of her doorway. You looked so meek. A noticeable red blush on your cheeks and ears as you waited to be let in. The only way you'd look any cuter was if she put a collar on you. "Is there a problem?" A simple question, but one that gets you worked up for no reason.

A deep breath came out of your lungs but did nothing to calm you. "I would like to apologize to you. For this evening and what happened last week, I think." Wanda stepped to the side to let you in her room. You were hesitant to accept her offer. Wanda was unpredictable and you weren't sure you had the willpower to deny her much longer. Just being alone in her room puts you on edge, mostly because you didn't fit in. A spot of inky blackness in a sea of bright reds and pink. You chose to sit on the loveseat and subconsciously held onto the tiny stuffed bunny that was in your spot. "I realize you were just trying to help me with my problems and I appreciate that. I shouldn't have been rude to you after that, you're a good person." You squeeze the bunny in your lap before talking again. "...but I can't let us be anything more than friends. I'm an alpha. I shouldn't bend to your whim and you shouldn't want an alpha that does."

Wanda watched as you nervously toyed with the stuffed animal in your lap. It was adorable. Watching you try to be something you weren't was so amusing. "Says who? Who says I can't want a nice, soft, adorable little alpha like you?" She laughed as you squirmed in your seat. "I don't care for some meathead alpha that puffs out their chest over every little thing. I much prefer one that'll win me over with chocolate chip cookies and brownies instead." Slowly, she walked over to you and didn't stop until she towered over you while you sat down. Her gentle hands cupped your face and tilted your head back so you were forced to make eye contact. "I'm going to court you and I would appreciate it if you came to your senses and accepted it."

You swallowed a lump in your throat. The eye contact you held with Wanda was intense. You were too scared to look away. Not that you could. Wanda had you frozen in place. "I- You can't just…" The words you wanted to say were right on the tip of your tongue. Wanda couldn't force you to accept her offer. It didn't matter how much of a pushover she thought you were. I have every right to say no. Alphas didn't need to be coddled and talked down to. I can handle myself. All powerful and true statements that just won't leave your mouth no matter how hard you try. It didn't help that Wanda just smiled down at you every time you tried speaking. Purposely trying to fluster you. A different kind of evil you could never dream of defeating. So instead of arguing, you merely disappeared again.

It didn't frustrate Wanda this time. She already had a plan.

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It had been about three days since you had properly talked to Wanda. Disappearing at the slightest frustrations wasn't a good habit, but talking to Wanda was near impossible. She was always in your personal space, she always knew how you truly felt, and she was always so pretty. It wasn't fair. You could talk to her if she wasn't always touching you with her stupidly soft hands and covering everything in that stupidly comforting scent of hers.

Who knew the smell of strawberries and cinnamon would be so dreadful?

You couldn't escape it. Even with a gym full of alphas, hers always managed to stand out. She'd always be in the kitchen with her brother or sitting right next to you during meals. You were lucky Wanda didn't attempt to start any conversation with you because you were sure you'd embarrass yourself. She hadn't shown any signs of courting you and you were convinced you had scared her off. You convinced yourself you didn't care if you had by enjoying the peace of training without Wanda gawking at you the entire time.

The peace was short-lived. Once you entered your room, you were greeted with a familiar spiciness that wasn't your scent. It was subtle. Maybe Wanda hadn't been in your room for long, but she had certainly been there. But what for? Your drawers hadn't been looked through and nothing had been touched. No matter how many times you looked over your room, everything was the same. Ultimately, you were too tired to keep searching and just flopped onto your bed from exhaustion.

Squeak.

You pressed down on your bed again.

Squeak, Squeak.

After several more squeaks, you pulled back your blanket and came face to face with the cutest plushie you’d ever seen. Jet black yarn crocheted into the shape of a bunny with the floppiest ears. The solid red eyes and X-shaped mouth were adorable accents. It even had both of its ears pierced like yours. You looked around your room a few times to make sure no one was around and gave the bunny an affectionate squeeze. Wanda had scented the bunny, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad about that. After a few more squeezes, you notice a note and a gift bag resting on your pillow. You put down the rabbit and picked up the note card. ‘Let's fuck like rabbits ♡!" Had been written on the card. Part of you wanted just to rip up the card and return the gift, but you knew she’d somehow turn it against you. A heavy pit of anxiety settled in your stomach as you pulled out the drawstring holding the bag together. “OH!” You nearly dropped the bag out of shock. A buttplug with a bunny tail attached to the end of it and lube. It felt less like courting and more like an assassination attempt.

"What, you don't like it?"

Wanda's silky smooth voice made you shudder. "I appreciate the stuffed animal, but this is inappropriate!" You refused to look Wanda in the eye. It would kill you to see the face she was making. That devastating mix of smugness and adoration. Like she was happy to see you flustered. It wasn't fair. "I won't accept it!" You threw the bag back in Wanda's direction. "Omegas don't court, they get courted! If you really want to give e it a try give me a chance to"

"If you sit down and stop talking I'll show you how to use it."

You sat down on your bed with your arms and legs crossed defensively. "This isn't me accepting it! I'm just.. curious." A shiver ran up your spine as you watched Wanda crawl onto your bed. The look in her eyes was hungry. It made you squirm. Just the feeling of her hand on your barely thigh made you throb. You were doomed. Wanda was going to fuck you in the ass and then you'd be too dumb to deny her ever again. So, you decided to make it difficult for her. When she leaned in to kiss you, you turned your head. "No mouth kissing, this isn't romantic." Where you expected Wanda to huff and push you to change your mind, she simply decided to attack your neck instead. "Ah! Mmm…" A shaky breath fell from your lips as you tried to act unphased by the feeling.

Wanda bit back a smirk. She was starting to realize you needed to be eased into things. Praised and coddled until you were truly comfortable with her and your desires. She guided you into laying back against the mountain of pillows and slowly uncrossed your legs. "Can I take your boxers off?" Her scent slowly began to fill your room. You were so tense. "I need you to relax. You'll hurt yourself if you don't." Every breath she took filled her nostrils with your scent. Milk chocolate and caramel. Sweet and gentle scents. Just like the skin of your thighs. Sugary sweet in her mouth and oh so fragile. It would take nothing to sink her teeth in and mark you as hers forever, but she chose to wait. Instead, she chose to pepper your thighs with kisses until the muscles fully relaxed. "That's it. Do you think you're ready?"

You're painfully hard and in need of release, but you don't want to embarrass yourself by cumming the very second Wanda touches you. It took a full minute of deep breathing to control the buzzing underneath your skin. "I'm ready," You said barely above a whisper. A gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of Wanda smearing the cold lube against your puckered hole. The stuffed rabbit and Wanda's soft praise were the only thing that brought you comfort. Once you stopped squirming, Wanda eased her middle finger inside of your hole. "Ah, ah! Slower, please go slower!"

Wanda stopped moving, her finger only halfway inside. "Okay, just breathe. Tell me when you want to go again." For a moment, she considered pulling out entirely but she didn't want to risk you tightening up again. "Can I touch your knot? It'll make it hurt less." The meek nod from you sent her heart into a fit. Her hand slowly wrapped around the length of your cock. The pace she set was just as slow as her finger. "Oh, there we go. That's a pretty sound, isn't it?" She dragged her tongue along the underside of your length.

Your lips quivered and you tighten your grip on the rabbit. "Thank you, thank you so much. That feels good," You said through a breathy moan. A fire spreads underneath your skin and you're hopeless to stop it. Wanda's fingers were so long. "F-fuck, can you just put that thing in me already?" Despite your pleas, you were only given a second one of Wanda's fingers. They could barely move inside of you, but she spread them apart regardless. You choked on a gasp. "What's that! What's that!"

Wanda kept rubbing against the patch of nerves inside of you again. "You don't know where your prostate is? How cute." She continued to rub and press against your prostate. Her tongue collected the drops of cum that leaked from your tip. "A little someone tells me you like it." Wanda took her sweet time milking you. She worked you up into taking three fingers before pulling out entirely. The sight of your gaping hole makes her feral. "I think you're ready." Wanda smeared lube over the plug and eased it inside of your hole. "There we go, nice a full."

The fullness was foreign, but enjoyable. Your breath was shaky and you were horribly overstimulated. "Can you…can you keep going? I just wanna cum please." A near pornographic moan escaped your lips as Wanda began stroking your cock again. The tip of thumb rubbed your slip and she jerked you off. Your cock practically throbbed in her grasp. Despite the brain melting pleasure, your eyes found themselves drawn to Wanda's lips. They curled into a gentle smile. Not the condescending ones she'd thrown your way when you'd turn into a stuttering mess, but a comforting one. They looked warm and inviting, like they were just begging for the chance to press up against yours. "Can you kiss me? Like a real kiss?"

The question threw Wanda off and she nearly lost her movement. She recovered quickly and dived in and molded her lips against yours. Your lips are chapped and raw from your constant biting of them, but she was strangely attached to it. Her tongue explored the warmth of your mouth. Dominating your mouth was just as easy. You were desperate for it. A shudder ran down her spine as you moaned into the kiss. It was near impossible for her to let go of your lips, even when she needed to breathe. She continued to jerk you off until you couldn't handle the stimulation. "Let me court you." It was more of a command than a question.

You could only whimper as your orgasm overcame you. For a moment, you couldn't even look at Wanda. Her tongue had taken up the job of cleaning the cum off of her hand and your stomach. It's obscene, but the two of you had certainly gone too far for you to be embarrassed about it. Your eyes didn't move from the blanket beneath you. "I…Fine, but can we keep us behind closed doors for a bit? I've never been courted before or y'know courted anyone before."

Wanda dragged her fingernails up and down the side of your thighs. "I'll take care of you." Her hands guided up towards your face. Words couldn't describe how excited she was to be able to kiss you. She peppered kisses all over your face. It was addictive. "Isn't that what you want? Someone taking care of you."

You nod slowly, under the daze of affection and lack of energy. "Okay, but this isn't happening right away." It's embarrassing to have given yourself up so easily, but Wanda made you feel good. It caused a stir in your stomach, but one that settled the very second Wanda snuggled up next to you.

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You were intentionally apprehensive about being courted. It just didn't feel right. For every gift Wanda would give you, there was the urge to buy at least three more. You were thankful Wanda had gone from gift giving to actually taking you dates. The Amazon list you had racked up for her had grown large and your wallet would never forgive you for it.

"So, where are you taking me?" You had asked the question at least four times during the train ride and three more during the walk. It was a good thing Wanda had grown to love your curiosity, because anyone else would've threatened to tape your mouth closed. Honestly, you wouldn't have asked so much if Wanda hadn't been so vague and unplanned. You had just finished training in the gym before she mysteriously appeared with an outfit for you and told you to stop by her room. Now you weren't really sure where you were. "Also, did you really have to pick my clothes out for me? I'm capable of dressing myself!"

Wanda simply rolled her eyes, kissing your knuckles as she guided you into the building. "I spent 10 minutes looking for clothes that weren't just your suit and 10 more looking for something that didn't have your name on it." It never occurred to Wanda how small your wardrobe was until she had come face to face with it. Nothing but tech gear and workout clothes. "At least those sweatpants make your ass look nice," She said before giving your ass a firm squeeze when you walked in front of her.

You had grown used to Wanda's rather inappropriate forms of physical affection, but the compliments never failed to make you blush. "Ah, you promised to stop saying stuff like that out loud! What if someone hears?" A pout covered your features, but it didn't last very long. You were immediately curious about your surroundings. It was a kitchen, that much was obvious. Embarrassment settled over your features. You were a regular at this rentable kitchen. A rentable kitchen was the best way to do all your baking endeavors without leaving behind any evidence. No one should've known about this except for

…Bruce. Of course he told Wanda about that. The little sneak. "Who told you about this place?"

Wanda tried to suppress a giggle. "Oh um, no one. Just found it while searching for a place for us to go." She kissed your cheek and pushed you up the stairs to the floor she rented out specifically. The glance shared between you and the desk attended wasn't lost on her, but she kept her thoughts to herself. "I wanted to take you somewhere nice, but I figured you'd throw a fit if I took you out for dinner and tried to pay for you so I bought everything ahead of time so you can just sit there and look cute while I cook!"

You frowned. Wanda was right, you'd die before letting her plan something nice and let her cover the whole cost. "Okay, well what if I just cook everything to make up for it?"

"I was hoping you'd ask that," Wanda hummed excitedly. She clapped her hands and suddenly you were tied down to a chair right next to her. "I'll just have to keep you all tied up so I can cook." She affectionately tapped the tip of your nose before she started cooking. Her eyes rolled at your disapproving grumbles. "I'll let you bake cookies if you play nice," was all she needed to say to keep your behavior in check. "Why don't you tell me about yourself? What's going on in that adorable little head of yours?"

At first, you ignored Wanda's question and decided to watch her cook. You were hoping she'd make a mistake and you'd have an excuse to at least boss her around a bit. Unfortunately, no such mistake came and the silence was making you uneasy. "Oh um, why don't you just read my mind?" The glare Wanda gave you was deadly. You made a quick note not to suggest it ever again. For a moment you sat there tied and confused. Small talk was irritating but there was no other way to learn about each other. "I'm the only alpha in my family, well in my house at least. My aunt says it's why I'm so soft. It was just my mom and my two siblings growing up."

Wanda continued chopping up the ingredients as you talked. Life in Sokovia was tough, even with two parents and a twin brother. She couldn't imagine how hard it was for you. "What was that like?" She could hear you shuffling nervously. "I don't gain anything from running off and telling everyone your business. Just trust me."

You huffed out of frustration, but you knew she was right. Wanda had somehow mastered the balance between keeping your relationship a secret and not completely ignoring you in public. "It was…it was weird honestly. I was the youngest in my house but I always had to get into fights for my siblings. I wasn't big either, so you can imagine I got roughed up a lot." Opening up to people was rare for you, but it felt natural with Wanda. Even with her back turned to you and the knife coming down against the wooden board, you knew she was listening. "My mom hated it, but I couldn't just sit there and let people talk down on her."

It was a little sad, but the image of a younger version of you patched up with a heavy pout on your face was adorable. "I get it, Pietro had to do the same for me, sort of. He wasn't physically fighting because he was big but he was always pushing someone around for me." She scooped a bit of the soup she was making onto a spoon and turned towards you. The corners of her mouth turned upwards when you subconsciously leaned in and ate it. "All the younger kids thought I was weird and it was free reign once I presented."

You let Wanda wipe the corners of your mouth. The conversation continued like that. You'd share something about your life and Wanda would give you information about her in exchange. Some of the stories were sad. Others light hearted and hilarious. The conversations rarely lulled and you two only stopped talking when dinner was ready and Wanda needed to focus so she could plate the food. Even then, the silence while you two ate was comfortable."I really want this to go somewhere. You're the first person that didn't make me feel bad for being me."

Her hand inched up your thigh and gave it a firm squeeze. "Well, I like you a lot better when you're soft and baking cookies for me." Wanda's hand moved further up until she reached your belt. She could feel you squirming underneath her touch. You were adorable and every day you gave Wanda another reason to think that. "Alphas need to be taken care of too, let me be the one to take care of you. Okay?"

One look into Wanda's eyes and you were locked in a trance. Your face felt hot and your heart rate shot through the roof. It was so much harder playing tough and constantly denying yourself. "I…okay. I love you." The kiss Wanda stole from you was much softer than the other ones you got from her.

She didn't have to rush. Wanda's tongue carefully explored every inch of your mouth and was careful not to bite you too harshly. By the time she pulled away, your lips were swollen and your face had gone bright red. "You're mine now and I'm gonna make sure you remember that."

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Wanda didn't mind having to be secretive at first. Though she couldn't stand your obsession with appearances and reputation, she knew you'd have to let them go slowly. You were already learning so fast. Days where you would argue about being a little spoon or refusing to wear the clothes Wanda picked out for you, were long gone. You were putty in her hands. No one else had the privilege of loving the real you. That didn't mean she was the only one that had the privilege of staring. Wanda expected people to stare. Even if the other alphas talked down on you, the omegas were always comfortable with you. You were nice and always respectful of them. Being pretty and mysterious only made them want you more.

So it was no surprise that when you were respectful, pretty, and mysterious in a suit, the omega were practically begging for your attention. You were much too kind to do anything but give it to them. Small compliments that meant nothing to you, but seemed to be the word to them.

Wanda could only watch from the bar while you were practically surrounded. The thought of claiming in front of everyone was heavy on her mind.

"Oh, green is not your color," A familiar voice said from behind her. "One white Russian please."

Wanda let out a frustrated groan. "I'm not jealous. I just don't like other people touching all over what's mine- They're not mine, they're their own person!" Natasha always managed to get Wanda to slip up and confess her most embarrassing feelings.

"What's yours? That's a new one for sure." Natasha chuckled before taking a sip of her drink. "Look, I've worked with Y/N for a long time. They're not a risk taker. If you want them, you're going to have to get them before someone else does." She nudged Wanda with her elbow and tilted her head towards your direction.

In just a few short minutes, most of the omegas surrounding you had disappeared and that left you corned by one. Some low level SHIELD agent she'd seem following you around a couple times. There had always been a few feet of distance between you, but now she was all over you. Her hand kept rubbing your bicep and she just seemed so interested in being right underneath you.

'My room, now.'

A shiver ran up your spine and you immediately began searching the room for Wanda. You found her staring directly at you with red eyes. Even from halfway across the room, you could tell she was at risk of breaking the glass in her hand. "Um, I have to go to the restroom. Don't wait up!" Before the agent could ask you any questions, you wiggled out from the hold she had on you and made your way out of the banquet hall. Wanda had never looked at you that way. Was she angry? If so, was it your fault? Even with your concerns, you found yourself sitting on the edge of her bed with your stuffed rabbit, now named Noir, in your arms.

Wanda sat down her cup and made her way up to her room. She wasn't mad at you, she couldn't be. It wasn't your fault you were so attractive. No one would touch you again if she claimed you. That's all she had to do. Mark up that pretty little neck of yours and make you hers forever.

"You look so handsome in your little suit," Wanda said affectionately as she began unknotting your tie. She always took her time undressing you. A gentle kiss placed on every inch of skin she uncovered. "You're my alpha, not theirs. They can't touch you." Once she fully unbuttoned your dress shirt and tossed it to the side, her hands immediately focused on the tent in your pants. "Oh, and that makes your adorable little cock mine too. Doesn't it?" The tips of her fingers teased your erection, but pulled away when your hips started to buck upwards. "Ah, I want to hear you say it."

You whined softly at the lack of contact. "Yours…my knot is yours and you can do whatever you want with it. I'm your alpha."A shaky moan fell from your lips when Wanda began touching you again. It was hard to figure out why Wanda was so upset when she was doing her very best to turn you into a thoughtless mess. "Did—ah! Did something happen?"

Wanda considered ignoring your question and just toying with you until her jealousy fizzled out, but she knew you'd keep asking until you were satisfied. "I don't want anyone else touching what's mine. Not you and especially not that omega that couldn't keep her hands to herself." She finally freed your cock from the confines of your pants and boxers and started jerking you off. Her strokes were slow and dominating. "I'm gonna have to claim you so everyone knows to stay away. Doesn't that sound good? I sink my teeth into your neck and everyone will know you're mine."

The thought of claiming Wanda hadn't crossed your mind before. Being marked by her just sounded right. You knew it was typical for alphas to claim their omega first, but you weren't the one taking control. Wanda took control. It was only fair she claimed you first. "Okay, that sounds good." Your words came out jumbled and rushed, but Wanda took pity on your flustered state. "Claim me." Her magic was quick to wrap around your legs and waist to keep them spread. Tying you up was necessary. You were antsy and Wanda wasn't strong enough to hold you down on her own. Regular rope was much too harsh on your skin and you'd phase through it anyway.

Wanda undressed and put on her harness while you squirmed helplessly on the bed. "Relax, it's the same one we used last time." She rubbed the tip of the toy against your hole and smiled. You weren't as tense as before, but you needed a bit more foreplay to help you relax. "Hold your little bunny while I use my fingers, okay? I won't hurt you." She carefully smeared the lube over your hole, then eased three of her fingers inside. "You're already taking me so well. I could just fuck you like this."

A heavy moan fell from your lips as you were stretched out. "Fuck, oh my god!" Wanda had conditioned you to be louder and so much more vulgar. You'd take from her with wild abandon. "Please fuck me, I can take it." Despite your pleas, your hips bucked up and followed Wanda's fingers as they pulled out of you. Wanda was quick to replace her fingers with the tip of her strap-on.

You and Wanda moaned in sync as she eased the fake cock deep inside of you. "God, fuck you're so tight." Enchanting the strap wasn't an easy feat, but she was forever thankful she managed to do it. Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of being buried inside you. "God, you're practically sucking me in. You're just a needy little hole, aren't you? Say it, tell me you're my needy little alpha." Her scent flooded the room as she began peppering open-mouth kisses along the side of your neck.

"I'm your needy alpha! Fuck, right there, please!" Your hips pushed forward in an attempt to meet Wanda's thrusts. A butt plug could never feel this good, none of the toys would. They couldn't bottom you out and fuck into you without care. None of them twitched and throbbed inside the way Wanda currently was. Your hand instinctively reached down to ease the pressure growing between your legs only for them to be immediately slapped away. "Fuck, sorry. Can you— Ah! Can you jerk me off, please?"

Wanda pulled out just long enough for her magic to turn you over onto your knees before thrusting all the way back inside of you. Her hand wrapped around your cock and began stroking downwards. "You know how much I love milking that pretty little cock. I think I'm gonna cum just thinking about it." With one hand on your hip and the other bust jerking you off, Wanda had complete control over you. She'd fucked you dumb and now all she had to do was mark you. "That's it, let your omega take care of you. I bet it feels so good." She sprinkled kisses up your back and to the nape of your neck. Without warning, she sank her teeth into your neck until she broke the skin. Her hips continued pounding into you in hopes of distracting you from the pain.

"Fuck, ow! That hurts, it hurts!" Wanda's magic wrapped around your entire body and kept pinned down to the bed. It hurt, but your body seemed to love it. Your organs rushed over your body unexpectedly, but Wanda never faltered in her actions. "I'm cumming, please fuck don't stop!" Your knot began to swell even though you had nothing to dump it into.

Wanda was quick to squeeze and tug at the knot trying its best to form. "Awe, your poor little cock wants to breed me so bad. Too bad you're just a tiny little alpha that can't handle that responsibility." She squeezed your knot until she was sure every last bit of cum had leaked out of it. "I got one more surprise for you, pup." Her pace had become hellishly fast as she rutted against you.

You were as confused as you could be with seven inches drilling into you, but you weren't lucid enough to ask. Wanda had practically abused your prostate and you were already about to cum again. You were so sensitive, but Wanda didn't seem to be paying any mind to it. Just before your second orgasm had overcome you, you felt something sticky and hot coating the inside of your walls. Wanda was cumming inside of you somehow. You were being bred. The mere thought had you cumming again in mere seconds.

Your second orgasm was short but had taken everything out of you. Without another word, you collapsed onto the bed and tried recollecting yourself. "How-," You coughed to clear your throat. "How'd you do that?" You could feel your hole twitching and trying its best to keep the cum inside once Wanda had pulled out.

Wanda slowly climbed off the bed and moved your legs so you could lay down flat on the bed. "Just a little magic. Now don't move, I have to patch you up before we can shower." She quickly discarded the harness, which could be cleaned in the morning. She hadn't exactly planned out how she was going to claim you, but she always kept a medical kit in her bathroom just in case. Getting to use it had made her unbelievably happy. "It's going to sting a bit, but just bear with me a bit."

You had fought against all kinds of crazy things. Super soldiers, robots, aliens, and even highly trained assassins, but you still flinched at the feeling of alcohol being dabbed across the tiniest of cuts. Granted, the mark Wanda had left on your neck was not small, but it still hurts nonetheless. "Do you have to cover it up? I want everyone to see." A low whine came from you as Wanda pressed the gauze against your neck and taped them down.

"I know you do, pup, but I don't want to risk it getting infected. It's just for a few days." Wanda placed a light kiss on top of the bandage and nuzzled the side of your neck. "I promise to scent you every day so no one will bother you." The sound of you purring was music to her ears. Purring meant you felt safe and relaxed. "Now let's get you showered up and in some new clothes."

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(pt2) dating teen vi

dating arc one vi part two, you have both aged up to arc two!

part 1 here! Go read it love!

You worked at the bar almost for the most part of your job.

You get a lot of gossip and news whilst bartending, it’s shocking what people will tell a pretty bartender when they're drunk.

You're much better of a bartender than Thieram, bless him. And he sees you as a really good friend because Jinx doesn’t scare him as much when you're around.

Not you literally being everyone’s favourite.

Also you 100% get free drinks when you're at the bar, like Silco loves you enough to let you get that free booze.

You're Silco's inside man or woman in this case I guess.

If you're not busy as a bartender you’d 100% be Sevika’s go to dealer for any game she plays.

You don’t even have a choice she's dragging you with her and shoving a deck of cards in your hands.

If she wins shell get you something the next time she's out, if she loses its your fault (she's just a real sore loser and wants you to cheat in her favour)

You're 100% a fair dealer, but when Sevika wins almost every round people get angry at you for cheating. Sevika would beat them up for messing with you.

You're like a daughter to her, and even though she doesn’t show it all the time. SHe cares about you a lot more than Jinx. When you're not working the bar, you're definitely patching up Jinx.

Speaking of Jinx always comes to you for comfort and reassurance as you're the only family she has left, even though Powder died.

You've stuck with her and she appreciates it.

Jinx has improved so much and you're proud of her, and believe it or not you feel like you found another family with her and Silco.

Sometimes you'll cook dinners and bake treats for them when you're off, getting Markcus to buy you the supplies you need as you play with his daughter in Piltover.

He won't admit it but he's more petrified of you than Silco and Jinx combined.

You don't like to go on glimmer mission, they remind you of your old life but on the occasion that Jinx can convince you to go.

You're still a badass, even though you stick to defensive attacks (you could never hurt Ekko.) You're still a force to be reckoned with.

Sevika is much nicer to you than she is to Jinx, but that is likely because of your maturity and you never climbed on her back when she had to babysit you.

When Vi meets Caitlyn in prison, she recognises your initials on one of "Powder's" drawings.

Poor girl has only thought of you and her sister, in all her time in Stillwater she's realised that she loves you and she wanted to find you and tell you that.

So when Caitlyn gives her an opportunity to leave she takes it, if only to know that you and Powder are alive.

We all know Vi is a flirt and she does flirt with Caitlyn, the cupcake scene is a canon event. So when one of your girlfriends sees Vi she waits to see who this pretty girl is with her.

You get news of Vi before Jinx and Silco and leave on your own to clear your head, as your ex lover is proclaimed to be alive.

You're overcome with emotions like jealousy, heartbreak, fear and most of all anger (covers your sadness).

How could she be okay without you, you could barely go a day without thinking of her and the good times how could she move on? Why would she move on and forget about you?

However Jinx took you out of your hole of self pity and wallowing, and asks you to come find Vi with her. It's at that moment you remember the torch and agree, travelling to the top of Zaun to light the torch.

Throughout this Vi had fought Sevika, who was taunting her about how you and Jinx had moved on from her, (we don't talk about your last fling, it was embarrassing.) As Vi is about to be beaten, Caitlyn saves her and then continues to flirt, slowly but surely more and more people hear about Vi's reappearance.

However when you and Jinx light the torch you have hope. Vi was never one to break a promise and if it was to Powder at least.

You stood there anxious as you watches all the fuel dry up and burn from the flare torch.

You just needed to know if she was alive or dead, to know if she cared about you and her own sister.

You needed to know if she had replaced you.

A/N

And that’s where I'm ending this part! I have no idea if i'll make another part but that one anon gave me motivation for this. So here you guys go. Sorry if it's all over the place, I need to rewatch Arcane. It's a bit rusty in my head. I swear I'm working on my atsv requests. I just had this in the works for longer. Hope you enjoyed be sure to leave comments and reblog it!

Next fic publishing will be after i finish updating my wattpad book. No you will not get a link to my wattpad account.

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cowboydisaster · 2 years ago

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The Fire In Your Eyes

part IX: horseshoe overlook v

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 6.1k

summary: Three days after watching Arthur fall, three days of grief, three days of regret, and it all comes crashing down on you in one bittersweet moment.

a/n: here we are fellas... a much awaited chapter, technically the second half of last chapter. Star waits three days at the bank of the river... and so I've made you wait three days too. I want to say a few things so if you're sticking around to read the notes buckle up. Firstly I could absolutely not have done this chapter without Margo (linked below). She literally held my hand through writing this lol, and offered me more support, kindness, and praise than I deserve. She gave me so many tips and ideas and suggestions for this and I'm just so proud of the way it turned out, thanks to her. This was a group effort for sure. Secondly, I'm still in shock from the level of support this series has been getting. Its just incredible to see how many people come back so consistently. Last but not least, I love you guys, really I do. And I can't wait to see what you guys have to say about this chapter.

beta read by @margowritesthings

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, violence

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SERIES MASTERPOST

It's been three days, searching the banks, knowing that he won't be back, won't be coming home. You saw him hit the water, and he didn't come back up. A fall like that is barely survivable. You know he's gone and it isn't until you allow yourself to think it that you break. All that you should have told him, should have opened up about and you didn't. You didn't. And now Arthur will never know any of it.

Arthur is gone, and he left thinking that you didn’t want him. You hate yourself, for your inability to open up and you hate him for this whole job. You told him you didn’t feel right about it but no one listened. Now he's gone and you're so mad, so angry with the world and your heart and him.

It's pouring, thundering and lightning in the dark night and you've started to accept that he isn't coming back. In your head you know it, it's all you've thought about. You know he's gone, he's never returning to you, but your anger keeps you from returning to camp because what is the gang to you without Arthur? Can you really go back there and live with his ghost?

The rain pounds down on the top of your tent, falling down and drenching the ground. Lightning lights up the night, showcasing to you the dark, empty lake. John had come by a day ago, and when you realized he was alone your heart shattered all over again. It's a strange thing, you realize, to love someone but never have the courage to admit it until it's too late. Thinking back, you know you loved Arthur, it's obvious, but you couldn't admit it at the time. It took losing him to realize how much you need him. You don't know who you are, here now, without him. You belong nowhere, you have nothing, you want nothing other than him.

You think about going up north, up to West Elizabeth for a while, but you can't bring yourself to leave the shore just in case. You haven't eaten. You haven't slept. You've been sitting in this tent at night haunted by ghosts and regrets, and surveying the lake in the day, futile as it may be. You know you need to do something, to go somewhere other than this damn shore, but you're lost. Your head tells you to run, but your heart tells you to go back to those who care about you.

Arthur cared about you. And it's sick, and it's twisted but you're so mad at him for your feelings, so mad that he cared about you so much because it made losing him that much harder.

Lost in thought, you don't even hear the footsteps as they approach the tent, nor do you hear Balius's quiet nicker. The rain doesn't help, coming down along with thunder that shakes the ground. You don't even notice his presence until he speaks up.

"Star?"

Everything stops. Your eyes go wide, and immediately fill with tears at the familiar, gravelly voice that you haven't been able to get out of your head for three days. At first you're sure you're imagining it, losing your mind, until he speaks up again.

"Star? Y'in there?" He asks again, and too shocked and confused to speak, you crawl out of the tent. Your eyes land on him as you stand in the rain and you freeze, mouth agape. He looks… he looks fine. And you take a step back as the emotion of it all comes crashing down. At first you're shocked and confused, and then you're relieved… and then you're mad. Because you spent three days thinking he was dead, and he's standing in front of you washed up in a brand new outfit with a smile on his face. The rain soaks in your clothes, drenching you as you try to breathe.

"Where have you been?!" You cry out, full of emotion and fear and rage. Arthur sees it all playing out on your face, and his eyebrows draw together.

"What-" He begins but you interrupt him.

"Why are you walking up here like everythings just fine? Where were you?!" You half cry- half hiss, thinking of all the time you'd spent scanning the water, waiting for his body to wash up.

"Swam down the river and hid out for a couple days till the bounty hunters lost me." Arthur sighs like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "What's the matter wit you?"

Arthur isn't used to having someone to return to. No one asks or complains if Arthur comes back late from a job, he's never had anyone care so much as to worry for him like this- he's just not used to it.

You huff, a humorless, sarcastic laugh.

"So you were just hidin' out?" You ask as a loud boom of thunder shakes the ground.

"Yeah." Arthur huffs, irritated with your attitude. Your tone is angry, condescending and sarcastic as you continue on. Tears fill your eyes, but he can't see them in the dark.

"Well, I'm glad you've been safe all this time." You reach into your tent grabbing his hat before throwing it towards him angrily. "Here's your damn hat. Found it washed up in the river after you fell. Y'know, it would have been nice if you let me know- If you let me know you were just camping, taking a few days off while I've been here!" You yell, fighting back sobs, watching as he grips his soaked hat, growing more confused.

"Star- what is your problem?"

"It doesn't even matter." You toss your hands in the air, chuckling humorlessly. Your hair is soaked through, and Arthur glances to the sky as it lights up with bright white lightning.

"Clearly it does matter! Ain't my fault you can't express your damn feelings!" He yells, growing angry alongside you.

"Oh, that is rich coming from you. Like you can?!" You immediately bite back, voice growing louder as you step closer to him.

"Yeah! I can, with you! I told you about my past, about my son and my parents and Mary! And I know nothing- I know nothing about you- what you want, where you've been." Arthur yells louder than the thunder, pointing his finger in your face as he does so, "You won’t open up and it's killing you. God- what are you so afraid of?! What's holdin’ you back? It's eating at you and you won't just deal with it SO WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLE-"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" You yell, stepping forward with your shoulders squared, meeting him with just as much aggression. You're so angry with him, for the train and for coming back like nothing happened. Your anger gets the better of you as you lean forward, hands pressed against his chest and you shove him backwards with all the fire you can muster, growling as you do. He stumbles backwards, eyebrows drawn together as you ball your fists, ready to scream at him, to berate him for leaving you out here. But at the thought, something in your heart cracks, and the fire and the rage pales in comparison to the fear of losing him.

A loud boom of lightning sounds out, and Arthur prepares for your inevitable verbal knives with his eyes cast on the ground, but you never throw them.

When he looks back up, your shoulders are rising up and down heavily, and your finger points at him like you're about to chastise him, but you don't. He watches as your shoulders slump slightly, and he sees the way your hand, pointed at him, falters. Glancing up to your eyes, he sees that you're fighting back tears, and biting down on your lip to stop it from trembling.

Exhausted, and terrified and hurting, you can't find it within you anymore to yell. In fact your voice is barely above a whisper as you meet his green eyes,

"I spent days thinking you were dead… Do you have any idea what that was like?"

Arthur sees the moment that you break. He watches as your face crumples, and he sees the pain that you've been going through. God, he didn't even think. He didn't even think. You crumple, erupting into quiet sobs as you hold your face in your hands. In two strides his arms are around you, and you sink into his touch, letting all of the pain and the grief be washed away by the rain.

"I'm so sorry, Star. Shit, I'm so sorry. I'm here. It's okay." He coos, protecting you from the rain with his warmth as you sob into his shirt, wrapping your arms around him to make sure he's really here.

"John had to pry me away from that bridge…" You choke out, "I thought you were dead and I can't- I can't lose you, please, please don't leave me-" You whimper, feeling more vulnerable than you ever have in your life, but knowing that you trust Arthur with every fiber of your being to be the one to piece you back together. At your words, Arthur's heart shatters, falling to the ground in fragmented pieces along with your own that had fallen apart three days ago. Even with the rain, lightning and the pitch black, he cups your cheeks, pulling your teary eyed gaze up to him.

"Look at me. You aren't alone- look at me, Star- I'm not going anywhere."

And looking into his eyes, seeing him here, you know it's a promise he intends to keep. He's in front of you, he's safe, and having him here is too much and not enough all at once. He's scanning your eyes, searching for something to signal that you're going to be okay, and that's when it happens. With his hands resting on your face, and his eyes searching yours, you lean up on your toes, and you kiss him. You kiss him with everything you have in you, ignoring the storm and the pain in your heart. You thought you'd never have the chance to do this. And with him here in front of you, you need him to know that you want him too. You've repressed so much love and so much emotion, and now that he's here in front of you, you can't help but feel it all.

He's shocked at first, eyes open and lips slack until he catches up and leans back into you with just as much emotion. His eyes slip shut, and you curl your hands into his shirt, opening your mouth for him to gain entrance. Your tears slip down your cheeks, mixing in with your lips. It's hungry and raw and filled with the emotion of you terrified of losing him, and needing him in every way possible now that he's here.

You pull away to catch your breath, tears slipping down your cheeks as you look up to him, making sure once again he's still here. He smiles down at you, wiping your cheek with his thumb, smearing the rain and the tears away. And then you're pulling him back down to you, kissing him again with the same hunger, and he kisses you back. His hands grip onto your waist and he pulls you against him as your lips slot against each other. It's him who breaks the kiss this time, and he looks down to your eyes, his green irises searching yours and seeing the intention in your gaze.

"You sure you want this?" He asks you, rain soaking his hair and causing a piece to hang down in front of his face.

"Stop talking." You whisper, barely a breath as you run your fingers through his hair before leaning up to kiss him again. Your hands grip onto him, and you whimper into his mouth as his tongue mixes with yours. You need more, you need him. You need to know he's with you.

Arthur seems to read your mind, hands grabbing the underside of your thighs as he pulls you up against him, carrying you. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you only break the kiss momentarily as he carries you into the tent. He lays you down on the soft blankets, taking a moment to admire you laid before him in the lantern light. Then he lines your body, leaning over you on his forearms as the storm rages on outside. His lips are on you again, in the crook of your neck, kissing the spot where your pulse beats erratically. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist, and as he kisses you, his left hand unbuttons your shirt.

"You done this before?" Arthur asks, pressing messy kisses to your jawline. He remembers your conversation up in the Grizzlies, and he's almost certain this is new for you. You shake your head.

"No." You admit. You're no saint, but you've never trusted anyone enough to go this far, not before Arthur at least.

He exhales, nodding, but he seems hesitant, his hands slowing on your buttons. You grip either side of face, pulling his attention to you.

"I want it to be you. I need it to be you." You admit, whining as he groans, nodding. He leans back, sitting up in between your legs to shed his clothes. You help, pulling his shirt off of him quickly once the buttons are undone. He's left in just his jeans then, but you stop him from taking them off. You pull him down back over top of you, and he obliges, though a bit confused.

"Kiss me." You plead, and he does. He kisses your lips over and over again, he kisses your neck and your jaw and your forehead while you get used to everything. He wants to do right by you, he wants to do this your way.

You reach your hand down between your bodies as Arthur pops the last button to your shirt. You line your hand along the bulge in his jeans, and you press against it, eliciting a deep groan from Arthur. You smirk, popping the button of his jeans before slipping your hand inside. You wrap your hand around his shaft, feeling how much he wants you.

It's overwhelming, all the feelings he gives you. In every way. He's perfect. Warm and loving, and his tan skin is kissed with freckles all over and he's so beautiful it makes your heart ache.

"I'm ready, but I don't know- How do we do this?" You whisper against Arthur's ear. You're letting him take control, and he nods, kissing your lips softly.

"Let me take care of you, let me be strong for you." He whispers, pulling your shirt over your shoulders and kissing your collarbone until there is a mark. Then he leans down, pulling your dark jeans down over your legs by the waistband, leaving you fully exposed. Once your denims hit the discarded pile of clothes, Arthur leans back, smiling down at you. You can't find it within you to be self conscious, not with the way he's looking at you. You lean up on your elbows, watching him drink you in as he leans up to grip onto your hand.

"You're so beautiful…" He mumbles, eyes trailing up your figure lovingly. He squeezes your hand, and leans down to your right thigh where a messy scar lies, the gunshot wound from Blackwater. He kisses the scarred skin.

"N' so strong." He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Leaning up to meet him, you crash your lips against his own, trying to shove his jeans down off his form. He chuckles, leaning back to shed the denim. Now both fully undressed, he stops, looking over you again. Your wet hair is sprawled out on the blankets, lips plump from where he's kissed them. He's sure you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"Arthur-" You whimper, pulling him back down to you by his hand. He takes his time warming you up. There's no rush, and you're so glad to just be together.

He places kisses down your chest, in between the valley of your breasts, and you chuckle, fingers intertwining into his hair as you pull him back up to your lips.

"Arthur?" You breathe out.

"Hmm?"

"Touch me." You plead, spreading your legs for Arthur. He smiles, running a finger down your thigh as he leans in to kiss your neck. You gasp, feeling his fingers brush against your core. He stops, groaning when he feels how wet you are, the sound cathartic. Then once you wrap your legs around his waist, he resumes his pace. His thumb gently rubs around the small bundle of nerves at your core, and you gasp, gripping onto his shoulders as he continues to kiss your neck. Then as his thumb continues, his middle finger stretches into your tight heat, and your nails dig even deeper into his shoulders.

"Please, just-" You beg, but he stops you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Sweetheart, I gotta take my time. I don't wanna hurt you." He says, and you nod, trusting him. He works his finger in you for a while, curling it up and coaxing little gasps from you. Then, he stretches a second finger into you, and you wince from the pull, but after a while of him working you, it starts to feel good. And shortly you're breathing quickly, ready.

"Perfect." Arthur whispers, sliding his fingers out of you while he presses a kiss to your forehead. His arms flex on either side of your head as he holds himself up, and your legs wrap around his waist as he lines himself up.

"You ready?"

"Yes, yes-" You mumble.

You feel the tip of his length against your entrance, and you spread your legs even further for him. And then he's sliding in, slowly. You gasp loudly, gripping onto him tightly as he thrusts in, slow as to not hurt you.

"S'it hurt? You okay?" Arthur asks, stilling as you toss your head back and pant.

"No- yes-?" You whimper, acclimating to the feeling. You nod, signaling him to continue as the thunder rumbles outside, not nearly as loud as your gasping breaths.

"Oh, Arthur-" You moan as he slides into the hilt, and bumps into your sweet spot. He slides back out partially, and then picks up a slow, steady rhythm. Your body arches beneath him, and you moan, pulling his face down to yours in search of his lips, tears coming in rivulets. He kisses you again, giving you butterflies as he thrusts in and out of you. You grant him access to your mouth then, and when he pulls away to breathe, still thrusting steadily, you whimper, tears running down your cheeks.

"Star?" Arthur asks, worried. And he stills his movements.

"No- don't stop." You beg, pulling his head down into your chest as he resumes his movements.

"I'm so glad you're okay Arthur." You cry, shaking against him as you hold his head against you.

His lips are on yours then, reminding you that he is here with you, safe, loving you.

"I'm right here, darlin'." He reassures, and you nod against him, biting your lip. You can't help the moans that you start to let out, timed with every one of Arthur's thrusts. He runs his thumb over your hard nipple, teasing it and giving you goosebumps. You don't have to worry about the noise, as there is no one to hear you but the raging storm outside. The power of the black clouds, bright lightning and pounding of rain pale in comparison to the crashing together of you and Arthur. Your moans seem to encourage Arthur, and he begins to thrust even harder into you, kissing you in between his movements. You can't keep your hands off of him, running them from his face, pulling his lips to yours or digging them into his shoulders as you gasp and moan.

He feels the same way, gripping your hips, kissing your breasts, and your lips and your neck it's almost too much. You feel yourself approaching an orgasm quickly, but you fight it, clamping down on yourself in an attempt to slow the process. You don't want this moment to end, you could stay here forever with him, and never have to worry about anything else. But your abdomen clenches and you feel your nerves begin to tingle. Arthur isn't oblivious to this, and he runs his thumb over your sensitive bud, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Star, let go." He whispers, lightly biting your earlobe. You shake your head, gripping his shoulders as tight as you can manage. .

"No." You argue, squinting your eyes shut and shaking your head, thighs clamping around him as you try to stop the inevitable.

"Darlin, let go. I told you, I'm not goin' anywhere." He whispers again, and you release, automatically setting off the intense waves of pleasure that crash down over you. You set Arthur over the edge, constricting around him and your moans fill the tent as you arch your back, pulling his lips down to yours. You moan into his mouth, hips rocking against his own as you climax, feeling so close to him and so intimate and vulnerable. You never knew it could be such a beautiful thing.

He begins to groan loudly in your ear, and you pull him down to you as you continue to rock and moan against him. Your grip on him tightens, and you're not sure whether or not he's planning on pulling out, but you don't want him to. You need him with you. Your legs wrap even tighter around him and he gets the message. A few stuttering breaths later and Arthur groans, grinding his hips against you as he finishes in you, lips pressing kisses to your own between heavy groans and breaths.

His forehead falls against yours, resting there as he catches his breath. You do too, still clinging to him in every way possible. After a few moments, he presses a slow kiss to your forehead, and then slides out of you. You wince from the pull, but once he lies down on the blankets beside you, he pulls you into the crook of his arm and covers you with the blanket. You rest your head on his chest, soothed by his heart beat after the past three days.

"You okay?" Arthur asks, running his hand up and down your back over the blanket. You nod, truthfully.

"I think I'm better than I've been in a long time." You admit. Arthur leans up on his elbow, grabbing your canteen from his side of the tent.

"Here." He offers you the water, and you take it willingly, sipping down some of the cool liquid before handing it back to him.

You cuddle down against his chest again, hand sprawled out on his stomach as he looks up at the ceiling, thinking.

"We gotta talk about this. Please, don't close up again, not now." Arthur says, worried that come morning you'll close yourself off again. You nod. Truly, you have no intention of hiding anymore, not after tonight. But for now you don't want to talk, you just want to be with him.

"In the morning?" You ask, tucking yourself into his side, yawning.

"Yeah, in the morning." He whispers, and you lean up, pressing one last, slow kiss to his lips. He chuckles as you toss your leg over his, formed tightly against him.

"Arthur?" You ask, not meeting his eyes.

"Hmm?" He asks, hand still running up and down your back while the other holds yours tightly.

"I'm so glad you're okay." You say again, a tear falling down your cheek and getting lost against his chest hair. You draw stars on his bare skin, distracting yourself as he wraps the blanket tighter around you both, protecting you from the thunder outside.

"I know, sweetheart. S'alright now, you just get some sleep."

Everything seems to make sense now, like it's finally fallen into place. You grip onto his hand, holding it as you start to drift off to sleep. You're his grief, his joy, everything he desires and loves. And you feel the same about him. You've denied yourself this for so long, that finally having it happened in one big collision. You wouldn't change it, lying here with him now. You know you have to talk about this, and you have to get Arthur back to camp, but it's all a problem for tomorrow. Right now it is about the two of you, just existing together for the first time.

— — — —

When you begin to wake up, it takes you a few moments to come to your surroundings. Your eyelashes flutter open, eyes squinting to block out the harsh sunlight that is filtering through the tent flap. There is a strong, steady warmth underneath you, and realizing your surroundings, you smile. Your head is laying on Arthur’s chest, legs still intertwined and hands still locked together under the blankets from the night before. Arthur's other hand runs soothingly up and down your bare back, and you prop your chin on his chest to look at him.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks, voice deep and groggy.

"Real good." You hum, telling the truth. You've slept in the same bed as Arthur on a handful of occasions, but you've never been able to do so as openly as now. You've never woken up so content before, even with the residual ache in your hips. It's a good ache, a reminder of where Arthur had touched you, binded his body to yours in the most intimate of ways.

"I'm sorry that I just… jumped you last night." You whisper with a chuckle, fingers running down Arthur's chest, tracing through the sandy blonde hair there.

"Do you regret it?" Arthur asks, looking down at you sprawled over his chest. Immediately, you shake your head.

"No. Not at all." You say truthfully. Even though the circumstances around your crashing together were less than ideal, you don't regret it even for a moment.

"Good." Arthur hums, smiling down at you.

It grows quiet for a while, comfortably so. You listen to the birds and the river, but mostly Arthur's steady breathing, and you realize that you could lie here with him forever. You thought you'd lost him, and now that he's here, you can't bring yourself to let go for fear that he will disappear again. At the thought, you realize that you've not discussed what happens now, and a question forms on your lips. Your hand is still intertwined with Arthur's, and you play with his fingers as you speak up.

"I reckon I already know the answer to this… but this was more than just sex right?" You ask, a little nervous. You're almost certain this is an emotional commitment, but your anxiety still prods at you. Arthur cracks a smile, bringing your wrist up to his lips before tenderly kissing the point where your pulse beats.

"Yes," He laces his fingers back with your own, "I'm all yours darlin', if you'll have me."

"Always." You whisper, ear pressed against his chest. The rhythmic pounding of his heart is a sound you can't get enough of as you slip your eyes closed, still reassuring yourself that he's here.

"We gotta head back soon," You sigh, "I know John is worried sick. I'm sure everyone else is too." You whisper, feeling a pang of guilt in your chest for keeping John in the dark while you'd kept Arthur to yourself all night.

"Just a few more minutes." Arthur counters, wrapping his arms around your waist. His thumb glides over your lower back, and you look up to see him lost in his head again.

"Why did you stay out here? Why didn't you go back to camp with the others?" Arthur asks, propping his hand under his head to look at you.

"How could I have left you? I didn't know if you were alive, I didn't think you were, god- that fall… but the thought of you hurt somewhere, or needing help, I couldn't just leave." You whisper, emotion bubbling up again at the thought of his fall. You don't bother to hide it anymore, even though your nature wants you to.

"I can't stop seeing it, Arthur. I've never been that scared in my life." You admit.

"It was a hell of a fall, I'll tell you that. Hurt like hell hittin' the water too. I didn't even know if I was alive, the water turned me around real bad and then I was on the shore of the Upper Montana River." He explains, eyes lost in the memory, "Hid out for a while and I heard the law whistles so I stole a horse n' ran to Strawberry. I was so worried about you… I didn't see you get away."

"Cause I didn't." You whisper, "John had to pull me away from the bridge. Athena carried me here and I sat in the grass the rest of the night just… waiting for you," You take a deep breath, a loose tear slipping down your cheek, "and then your hat washed up, and I was sure you weren't coming back."

You can't shake it. Every time you bring up the bridge it all comes rushing back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't come back to you." Arthur hums, feeling terribly guilty as he sits up in the tent. You sit up next to him, pulling a blanket around your shoulders to cover your breasts.

"Well, you're here now." You whisper, teary eyes looking into his. He shakes his head, and you see the regret in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have called you a hypocrite. That was unfair of me." Arthur says, and your hand reaches up to his cheek, running through the thick stubble there.

"No, you were right. That's somethin' I've thought about a lot the past few days, somethin' I plan on workin' on." You say, "And, Arthur, I shouldn't have gone through your journal."

Arthur huffs, humorously.

"S'all you anyway." Arthur admits, and your eyebrows pull together, not understanding.

"My journal. It's all you." He reiterates and you smirk.

And then he's pulling you into his lap, unable to keep his hands off you now that he's able to touch you like this.

"We have to go." You chuckle as Arthur runs his thumb over the purple splotches on your collarbone. His lips are on your jawline in a heartbeat, pressing slow, languid kisses to it.

"They can wait." He whispers against your skin, thumbs gripping onto your bare hips as the blanket slips down from your shoulders. You lean into his kisses, loving the feeling of his lips on your skin, something you've denied yourself for so long.

Your stomach grumbles lightly, and Arthur slowly leans back, raising an eyebrow at you.

"You eaten anything?" He asks, and you sigh.

"No." You admit, sighing as he slides you down off of his lap.

"C'mon, let me make you breakfast."

"Didn't think you were the type; cookin' a girl breakfast the morning after." You chuckle as Arthur starts plucking your wet clothes up off the floor, tossing them in a useless heap.

"Yeah, well… only for you." Arthur huffs, grabbing your saddlebag from his side of the tent.

"You got any other clothes? These are drenched from the rain." Arthur asks, nodding to your outfit from last night. You nod, searching through the bag until you find a decent outfit. You grab a pair of black jeans and a white long sleeved shirt and you pair it with a tight black vest and a choker-style neckerchief, it's a damn cute outfit.

“Alright, go on and get breakfast ready, I’m starvin.” You joke, pulling your shirt over your arms and buttoning it from the bottom up. Arthur laughs, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he groans, getting himself dressed for the day.

He makes a little fire out front, and you smile, sitting at the entrance of the open tent as he prods and pokes at the smoldering logs with a stick. He puts on a little pot of coffee, and pulls a few cans from his satchel.

“It ain’t much, but it’s what we got.” Arthur says, stabbing his knife into the top of one of the cans and cutting away the seal. He hands it out to you then, and you smile at the label. Strawberries, another delicious treat that Arthur had stashed away in his bag.

“It’s perfect.” You hum, slipping your fingers into the can and pulling out one of the berries. Today proves to be the calm after the storm, and despite the rain that soaks into the ground, covering the grass in a mist, the day is beautiful. The sun shines brightly down onto you and Arthur, sipping your coffees and making quiet, comfortable conversation. One by one, eating the berries, you begin to feel replenished. Not having eaten for the past three days, too devastated to even move, you devour your whole can of strawberries, and then you pick at Arthur’s. It breaks his heart a little, seeing how you’ve deprived yourself of basic needs in his absence, but he says nothing. You squint your eyes shut, relishing in the warm bitterness of your coffee until you’ve drunk it all down.

“Thank you.” You say, placing the empty cup on the ground next to the empty cans, “For everything.”

“Course.” Arthur smiles, standing from the ground with a groan. He picks up the trash, and you raise an eyebrow at him as he tosses it into the woods. In just a matter of one night he’s managed to piece you back together, both physically and emotionally. It’s a debt you’ll owe him forever, though you know he’ll ask for nothing in return.

“Star?” Arthur asks, looking at the tent as you stand from it, packing up, “This John’s tent?” He asks, looking over the familiar dark camping kit, one that he’s pitched his own next to on many occasions while out working.

Your eyes go wide and you snort, remembering that John had left you his camping kit back when you’d told him you planned on staying by the river.

“Oh my god-” You say, horrified, “We’ll have to get him a new one.”

Arthur chuckles, amused as he brings the tent down and starts packing it up with the blankets.

“Nah, he won’t know.” Arthur brushes it off, snickering to himself.

“Arthur-” You chastise, jaw open slightly as he rolls everything up and ties it onto the back of Balius. Arthur says nothing, a smirk on his lips as he walks to the front of his scarred shire, petting his head.

“Missed ya, boy. I hope you took real good care of the lady while I was gone, I know you did.” Arthur whispers to his stallion, patting his neck a few times while pulling some mints from his saddle bag. He gives Balius one, and then looks back to you, blushing at the smile on your lips from his whispering.

“Ready?” He asks, gripping the horn of his saddle.

“As I’ll ever be.” You sigh, kicking dirt into the fire before mounting onto Athena, patting her in thanks for getting you across the river all those days ago.

You wonder what happens now. When you return to camp will Arthur showcase your newfound relationship?- If that's what you’re calling it, that is. You don’t know if things will slip back into their usual routine, or if this will change everything. You’re not ready for the gawking, hushed whispers of the girls, or the disapproving glare of Dutch. Though it's nonsensical, you feel that everyone will know what happened out here, and you feel terribly selfish for spending the night with Arthur when his own family didn’t even know he was alive. Still, you don’t regret it.

Trotting across the river back towards Horseshoe Overlook, back towards home, you glance up ahead. Arthur is in front of you leading the way, and you release a breath, letting all of the worry and the guilt fall from your shoulders and be lost in the river. Because no matter what faces you back at camp, he's with you now, by your side with no intentions of leaving. You'll face it together.

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savemeafruitjuice · 8 months ago

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TMNT 2012 Headcannons Because I Can't Function Well Enough to Make a Fic

yeah I'm sorry for not being able to write super well rn,,, but I'll make headcannons to make up for it!

TMNT 2012 HCS! (Slight spoilers! Don't read if you haven't finished season 4!)

TW!: Some Swearing! (my bad)

why does he look like that- /j

Leo

Lee:

I feel like he's decently ticklish but hides it most of the time because of his "I want to look super professional and ninja-y" persona, but there are times when he can't help it.

Worst spot is probably his sides (I've seen this around and it just suits him)

Second worst is likely tied between his feet and underarms

After the battle with Shredder and his vocal cords were trashed, his laugh is much more raspy and doesn't get very loud. Shrieky giggles at most.

Hasn't effected his sensitivity though.

Will squirm like his life depends on it, but generally is sapped of his strength after a few seconds.

Splinter would tickle them as tots, but as they got older it became less and less common.

However, when Leo became more edgy and stoic, his dad came around to make sure he kept smiling.

Gets tickled the most by Splinter and Raph

If asked, won't downright admit to being ticklish, but definitely won't deny it if it's with someone he's comfortable with.

Karai had to do some serious coaxing to get him to let her, but after that she continuously pokes at him to catch him off guard, sometimes even full on tickling him until he can't remember his own name.

All ideas for attack and protection go out the window as soon as he's tickled

Just flops around a bunch

Can't take multiple lers at a time unless it's light tickling- he almost instantly crumbles

Gets really flustered hearing "the t-word"

He'll blush and stutter, looking all taken-aback

Will literally always get his ler back

Unless it's Splinter, he only tried that once as a tot- never again.

Ler

Big brother privileges galore

If Leo's in a good mood, he'll take any and every opportunity he can to wreck his siblings

Tickles all of his brothers equally, but it's really just a matter of who needs it the most, as well as who happens to fall into his sight.

Likes using cheer-up tickles- and needs to. (These poor children are so traumatized)

Tickles vary between scribbling and poking, to squeezing and wiggling his fingers.

Isn't suuuper ruthless, but his brothers still fear him.

Especially if they've made him mad.

If so, it's game over.

Is also very teasy.

Will avoid saying the word because it flusters him as well, but still makes sure to embarrass his little siblings to no end.

I feel like he'd laugh along with his lee, making notes on the silly faces and noises they make.

The most common reason of being forced to take his wrath is refusing to move from in front of the tv while he watches Space Heroes.

Likely a ler-leaning switch

Donnie

Lee:

Donatello looks like he's super ticklish.

And absolutely is.

Worst spots are underarms, thighs, and general stomach-area, but he's definitely ticklish everywhere

Screeches and flails when tickled no matter how light

Laugh is pretty loud, but his giggles are very light and airy.

Will beg the entire time, but doesn't actually mind being tickled all that much.

There was a time when April found out he was ticklish (she walked in on Mikey wrecking his shit) and joined in.

Let's just say his face had never been as red as it was then.

Is tickled the most for not sleeping for literal days straight, or for freaking out, but there are times when his brothers (+ April and sometimes Casey) just tickle him to mess with him.

If multiple people are tickling him, he just completely loses himself.

Don isn't able to formulate words, his face goes beet red, and will go limp after a while.

If April is tickling him, he is so terrified of accidentally hurting her that he just stops moving- complete bodily shut down.

He still laughs and pleads with her, but refuses to move an inch, barely even pulling him arms down to protect himself. He gets teased about it so much too.

That completely flips if it's his brothers though, slapping and punching and kicking so much that it's the main priority to pin him down, rather than actually tickle him.

Actually cries very easily when being tickled

Gave his fam a big scare the first time it happened

Cannot take teasing.

He will hide in his shell until he either feels safe again or is forced out.

Such forcing is done by giving him raspberries on his shell. (The method was discovered by Mikey, and was passed down to everyone they know)

Ler

I don't see him as much of a ler, but let's give it a shot anyways.

Isn't very teasy per se, but there are lots of little things he does that fluster his lee regardless.

Things like creeping his hands close to a tickle spot before actually getting it, pausing every once in a while, things like that.

Doesn't really say much, and kinda just stares at whoever he's tickling. Especially April.

After everyone started noticing this, he switched to giving compliments sometimes so it was less awkward.

Tickles Mikey and April the most, but it's still pretty rare.

Has pretty light tickles

Spidering, soft scratching, and tracing are his go to.

Has only tickled April a couple of times, but it didn't go on for very long because 1) He got too shy, 2) He didn't want to hurt her, and 3) She turns the tables every time.

In all the times he's tickled people, there was only a time or two that they didn't get him back.

Almost completely a lee.

Raph

Lee:

I'm not sure where his worst spot would be, but for sure has a really ticklish torso and neck. Also Underarms.

I love that he's canonically ticklish- it's just so wonderful.

Gets tickled the most by Mikey (much to his embarrassment), but Leo is a close second, followed by Mona.

His laugh is surprisingly high-pitched, making a prime topic for lighthearted bullying.

Attempts to hide his reactions, and does so fairly well, although there are certain things that absolutely make him crumble.

Fights and fights and fights until he's too tired to move.

Absolutely will not hesitate to knock a tooth loose or beat anyone who tries to tickle him, but there are two instances where he will restrain himself.

One of these instances is when it comes to Mona Lisa.

If she is tickling him, he'll wiggle around, but composes himself enough to not accidentally hurt her.

Both of them know there's no way he'd actually do any substantial damage, but better safe than sorry.

The other instance is if he really pisses Leo off.

This has only happened a couple of times, but it is extremely scary.

Raph pretty much accepts his fate.

There's still a struggle, but there is a significant decrease in the amount of effort he puts in to stop his older brother from tickling him.

Still stubborn af though.

Mikey was the one who found out he was ticklish and has been using it against him ever since, almost always resulting in Raph absolutely getting him.

Ler:

Despite the ler energy I've seen him with, I feel like he doesn't tickle people a whole lot.

Doesn't mean he isn't the scariest ler in the Hamato household.

When the tickle monster that is Raph is unleashed, all of his brothers cower.

Has a much rougher approach to tickling, leaving his lee a breathless mess on the floor

He's also extremely teasy, though it's more so sarcastic comments the entire time.

Running from this turtle is not an option. He can and will catch you every single time.

Donnie has learned this the hard way, very many times.

There's a pretty even balance as to who Raph tickles the most, but the most common to see tickly-interactions with is Casey.

Those two have tickle fights all the time.

Leo has rushed into the lair multiple times because of Casey's unholy screeching.

Tickles people the most for getting on his nerves or to get them to be quiet. (Mikey)

Has tried and failed to tickle Mona, and is still unsure to this day if she isn't ticklish, or just hides her reactions well.

Switch-leaning ler

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Mikey

Lee:

Very ticklish boy.

Worst spots are neck, knees, and ribs

His laugh is loud enough to make his ler retract and cover their ears for a moment before continuing.

I think he absolutely loves using tickling as a way to mess with his bros or just have fun.

Is mainly tickled for being obnoxious, but April and Casey will get him more casually, exchanging pokes and squeezes every now and then.

That said, his main lers are April and Casey, followed by Raph.

Squirms around a bit, and tries to hide in his shell half of the time.

Isn't as stubborn as his brothers, but he has his moments.

Is more sensitive to physical teasing, such as wiggling fingers, etc.

Needs some kind of affection after being tickled, such as a hug, head-pats, even just some water will do.

If caught off-gaurd, he may accidentally punch his ler in the face. (It has happened on multiple occasions)

Is generally open to being tickled, but will get a little flustered if asked about it directly.

Ler:

Pesters his brothers All. The. Time.

Loves to sneak up behind them when they're not paying attention and poke them or wiggle his fingers into their side.

Is the only one of the four to incorporate tickling into every day life.

Seriously, he'll sneak it into training to gain the upper hand, (it never works for long but A for effort) cheer-up tickles after a tough mission, even declares tickle fights sometimes!

A very quick tickler, rapidly changing spots and moving his fingers at terrifying speeds.

Gets extremely full of himself when he takes someone down, teasing and laughing galore, though this is usually his downfall.

Tickles Raph and Donnie the most often, Raph just to annoy him, and Donnie to initiate a tickle fight, or to make him relax.

Casey is slightly rarer to see, but that's because he mostly hangs around Raph and Donnie.

Loves playing chase before getting his lee.

Also will tag-team with April to get his nerd brother, secretly being a wingman to up his ego in April's eyes.

Makes goofy noises when tickling people to make them laugh more, and it works a lot of the time.

A full switch

Geez, I apologize for not responding very much, my mental health is seriously kicking my butt, but I'm still holding things together so far! Next on my to-do list is lee 2012 Raph, so I'll see what story I can put together for you all. I hope you all are doing well and have a wonderful day/night!

#r.i.p. my ability to write #I'm doing my best!#tmnt tickle #tmnt 2012 tickle #tmnt tickle hcs #tmnt 2012 hcs #maybe I'll do hcs for April and Casey at some point? Rat dad as well?

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sleepyficss · 2 months ago

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hiiiiiii same taco loving girly girl as before. previous request was my first time sending a request to a blog like this and i do really like the post!!!!!!! super cute :3 romantic headcanons for taco regarding each of the five love languages? same concept for reader as before. please and thank you ueeeehhhhhhh

love languages.

taco x reader

authors note:

aghh i love writing about love languages, there's so much i could ramble about here. ty ty for another request !!! i'm glad you liked the other one – keep the good ideas coming!! /lh

words of affirmation

- this ones' first up!! i feel is very important to her.

- some days, she gets in stuck in her own head, and starts to convince herself that you aren't going to stick around forever. she gets scared that you'll decide that, no, you don't forgive her for her past actions; and that she'll lose you like mic, and pickle –

- taco definitely needs to hear your reassurance, reminding her that you wouldn't leave her willingly for any reason.

- let her know that you don't hold anything against her for her past actions, and nothing will change your current relationship with her <3

- taco also understands how other peoples' words/opinions may affect you.

- as previously mentioned, she knows how it feels to be scared of possible abandonment – she isn't afraid to talk you through it, and to let you know how much she loves you.

- reminds you constantly that she couldn't imagine being with anyone else, not that she'd want to be, either.

quality time

- taco has stated before, that she thinks better when she has another person to talk to.

- so, please PLS just sit down next to her, while she's working on a project, or even just playing a game like sudoku (she's such a nerd, did u see her calculating her fall into the water in s1?? & i mean that with pure affection LOL).

- it may even help her figure things out along the way if you ask her what she's making/planning/how to play, so she can explain it.

- you may end up sitting there having no clue what half the words she's saying are, but its the thought that counts!! just nod and smile, she's too buried in her own work to notice that you're completely lost.

- leaning against her on the couch while you watch television, or read a book, or literally anything!! just relax by chilling around with her.

physical touch

- you're looking at the most touch-starved object in existence here (mephones a close second, i won't lie).

- especially after s1, where she was alone for so long before making a series of even worse decisions, barely anyone even bothered to LOOK in her direction, much less interact with her.

- the first time you hold her hand, she's almost forgotten what it was like to feel the touch of someone that actually cared for her.

- taco is surprised by your touch, and you almost go to retract your hand out of fear that she isn't comfortable with it – she's quick to reach back for it though, quietly asking you to not let go.

- (now she won't ever let go of you, good luck! she's super glued your hands together.)

- jk jk. but she's so shy about any affection for a while, that you almost think she won't ever get used to it.

- but OH BOY. when she does get more comfortable with initiating it? taco becomes quite the flirtacious menace.

- she's learnt of the affect she has on you, originally with just her voice (don't lie, she could say 'hello' to me, and i'd swoon), but now her touch? she loves seeing you flustered.

acts of service

- one of taco's greatest skills is her problem solving abilities, so she won't hold back when trying to come up with solutions to any of the issues you confide in her.

- especially after all you've done for her, trusting her, staying with her, and loving her, despite everything she's done?

- will do anything just to see a smile on your face (if not because she loves you, then to make herself feel more confident in believing that you do love her, but she won't admit that to you – she knows you'll scold her for it).

- she does really appreciate if you try to do the same to her, whether its trying to help her with an issue she's having, or if its just making a cup of tea for her.

- taco isn't used to it, as she doesn't usually get any sort of help from others unless they're getting something out of it. she almost expects you to want something in return, but is happily surprised when she is told otherwise.

gift-giving

- she already finds joy in inventing things, so its even better when she's able to to make something for you!!

- always tries to make it something you'll find useful, like... ..

- if you get overwhelmed by sounds easily? she's made you a pair of noise cancelling earbuds that can be easily hidden from view!

- or, she'll take apart and analyse the bowtie she took from test tubes lab, just to make a second one for you to match with her! except, depending on your style, it may be a hair accessory, jewellery, etc. instead!

- (i can imagine you convincing her to pull harmless pranks on the others with the invisibility ability – it reminds her of how silly she used to act in s1... and how much fun she used to have with pickle.)

- in turn, taco cherishes literally ANYTHING you give to her. whether its an expensive item you bought, or a hand-made gift.

- she totally keeps all of it too, including holiday cards, somewhere safe, and she likes to pull them out and look through everything if she's ever missing you :(

- but she would be so devastated if any of it ever got lost or ruined, depending on how much it matters to her, she may even end up crying.

- in general, i think taco's main love languages are for sure words of affirmation & acts of service.

- she's not quite used to showing her love to others, but she'll do anything she can to make sure you know how she feels about you <3

#inanimate insanity #ii taco #inanimate insanity taco #inanimate insanity taco x reader #inanimate insanity x reader #taco x reader #ii taco x reader

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 5 months ago

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OKAY. OKAY. WINTERS FAMILY TORMENT NEXUS. as i've said before this is all REALLY vague rough outlines bc i wanted to bounce it all back n forth with u. but. what i have:

>winters family (mark & ashe & fridged mom/wife) live in a location hit by the simurgh

>mark is at work when she arrives. something horrific happens at home. maybe his wife is injured or hurt, but not killed. ashe (7/8/9) triggers. whatever his powers are, they. do Not help heal his mom. in fact the opposite.

>mark tears back home asap instead of leaving as soon as he hears her song, actively choosing to stay in her effect zone for his family. finds newly triggered baby ashe & the rest of that scene.

>theyve spent too long in the affected zone to be allowed to go free, especially since ashe triggered from it. mark nukes his whole past life & ashe's to escape without undergoing all the protocols. he spends ages doing shit work to support him & ashe bc theyre both legally dead, ends up working for overlord, manages to get enough of a fake past to get through cauldron background checks & get powers? it'll pay so much better than the grunt work he's doing now & he has to support ashe (powered)(legally dead)(would probably be executed if anyone Found Out)....

anyway to me the trickster is like. the endgame of this specific simurgh rube goldberg. somehow it doesn't end horrifically, for once! but it gets. bad. the fact that they're simurgh survivors is always looming over their heads. its why mark fucking freaks out when ashe joins the wards. literally have nothing more specific than this though u gotta help me put meat on these bones!!!!! STOP "being responsible" and "doing work" and stuff START thinking incessantly abt nhw ashe!!!!! i don't even know his powers bc i have no clue how he triggered!!!! augh. god. them..... mods torture that blonde man in the most narratively satisfying and fucked up way possible!!!!

QUIT YOUR JOB JOIN MY EMO WARDS !!!!!!!!!!!!! god dude god dude I'm gonna be thinking about this all fucking DAY . who needs to be responsible and have a job. not me!!!! FUCK !!!!!!!! dude im just. thinking abt mark being at work getting the notice to evacuate and starting to hear the song and. bc it's important to me that he's a little bit of a coward. it takes him longer than he will ever admit to decide to go back to his family. he definitely hesitates and hates himself for it because. what if he had gotten there 10 minutes earlier! who fucking knows! he never will!!

god man I'm just thinking about. that scene where they're in the hospital waiting to hear back about noelle and the person (ai?) at the desk is giving them the rundown of all the containment procedures and handing them paperwork and asking them if they can pay for the medical care. how fucked up would that be to hear after you're in the midst of losing everything. mark winters the universes most hated man. I looooooove the satisfaction in thinking about that snap decision where he goes from "relatively normal if a little emotionally repressed but otherwise does his best suburban dad" to "my wife is dead and my son is fucked up and there's this fucking sound in my head that won't go away I'm about to erase everything and break several laws in order to get us out of here" and how that eventually leads into. supervillain. it's just soooooooo. sickos haha yessss the downfall of this fucking miserable blonde guy. when do you think he consciously made that choice. he heard "you're never going to get out of here and live a normal life again" do you think he just . sat with that for a while. ashe unresponsive either due to shock or fear or the trauma of triggering/whatever his powers are and mark just has to sit there. by himself. like what the fuck am I gonna do now. auaghghghghhhh I need 2 make him so miserable forever. fuck that guy i hate his ass (<< me when I lie)

I THINK . I NEED TO SIT FOR A WHILE AND FINISH THESE NEXT COUPLE CHAPTERS AND PROCESS A LITTLE MORE BEFORE I MAKE A SOLID DECISION ON ASHES POWERS. but you knowwwww it's gonna be some fucked up horror shit. it has to be. it has to be something fucked up enough that mark forbids him from using his powers and keeps him . at home isolated for his own good. but not TOO fucked that he wouldn't be able to join the wards.

actually speaking of. HOW THE FUCK DOES HE JOIN THE WARDS. I know mark basically fucking erased their whole identity and everything but. there's noooo way the prt would let this kid join them. right?????? right????. how the hell would that even be a possibility with all the precautions in place for simurgh survivors. THEY EXPLODED THAT ONE CAPE GUYS HEAD BECAUSE HE STAYED IN PROXIMITY FOR A LITTLE BIT TOO LONG. maybe it's unofficial. maybe he never Officially joins them but he sneaks out while mark is gone and meets the boys somewhere and they become friends out of costume first. and then they learn about his powers and ashe is like "I can help!" and helps them like. as a rogue or something. but hes never registered as an official cape. is this anything. im thinking about him so much what the fuuuuuck have we done. what have we done !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ALSO I HATE THAT YOU SAID FRIDGED ABOUT HER. IN THIS SPECIFIC CASE. WE CANNOT BRIAN FRIDGE MRS WINTERS .#going 2 be in a fugue state for the rest of my shift trying 2 think about ashes powers and how they manifest #bc its totally understandable that hed trigger during an endbringer attack where theyre supposed to evacuate but his mom is hurt #and shes telling him to go without her bc they have to evacuate before simurgh gets there #bc she knows how dangerous that is and wants him to be safe but he cant just LEAVE her hes only . 8 yrs old !!!! and his dads not home yet!!#and he doesnt understand why everyone is panicking !!!! LIKE. THERES SO MANY POSSIBILITIES THERE. AUGHGVGRGRHGH #GODDDDD DUDE. IM UNWELL. I NEED 2 GO FEED MY SNAKE . BUT I WANT TO SIT HERE AND FINISH READING THE NOELLE CHAPTER.#i didnt grt to read on my lunch break at all so im DYINGGGG . im at the part now where krouse is fighting the guard in her hospital room #while she is in the MIDDLE of having her serum induced trigger and its taking her a really long time #aauaghgrhrhrhr i NEED TO KNOW WHY SHES SO FUCKED UP.#head in HANDS #ohhhhh nhw winters family im so glad to be here. and also im so so so sorry #asks #new haven wards #friends!!!#intertexts

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tortugatalks · 2 years ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗞 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗦/𝗢𝘀!|ᴴᶜˢ

a.n. the birds of paradise episode has become one of my all time favs! new comfort ep unlocked. like?!?! its seriously so wholesome :')

𓆉 gender neutral reader

𓆉 established romantic relationship

𓆉 no warnings! just fluff

Martin Kratt

━ literally dances every dance known to man more like attempts to and when i say he goes ham, he goes HAM.

━ his confidence is super contagious, so even if you're not that strong of a dancer, it will. not. MATTER. he will pull you in for a funky dance and you'll both lose yourselves in it, music booming. you guys receive some noise complaints here and there, but it's not like you can actually hear the rest of the gang sooo (unless the crew turns off the music to get your guys' attention, but more often than not, they cave in and end up joining you two instead <3)

━ ever seen those movie bits where ppl dance in their pjs and slide across the floor? yeah, thats the vibe! doesn't matter where you two are, if you're itching for a good dance, consider it done! many moments of you two trying to crack each other up included. it always involves some form of laughter and lots of tugging each other by the arms.

━ very affectionate in the way he dances and loves picking you up and and swinging you around to the rhythm. try to break free all you want, mans gets all chuckly and squeezes you tight!

━ dancing with him is an experience and he'll do anything to have you enjoy yourself!! won't hesitate to be overly cheesy in his advances if it means he gets to see you have fun.

Chris Kratt

━ gets so so sooo into it! he busts some moves so earnestly that he ends up tripping over his own feet more than 90% of the time and drags you down to the ground with him.

━ encourages you to let loose and does this thing where he tries to imitate your own dance moves. you've impressed him with your own moves that he can't help but want to replicate em! it derails into a competition of who can do the most impressive dance.

━ if there's room for it, mans will swing, leap and do all these flips that have him crashing literally everywhere. he gets a little shy about it—he was trying to stun you with his super cool moves after all—but he's quick to pick himself up and get back on his feet!

━ the nerd just adores it when you two dance similarly to creatures you've encountered in your adventures. blue footed boobies? peacock spiders? grebes? you've done it all!

━ makes jokes about "courting" you despite already being in a relationship with you, but c'mon, nobody can resist playing along with his shenanigans! it's not everyday you get to see him shimmy like this, so take full advantage of it!

Aviva Corcovado

━ admits with a light chortle that she isn't the most confident or talented dancer and to not expect much from her in the field of choreography, but literally no one cares about how "good" she can dance—she deserves to let her hair down and have herself a jammy jam!

━ if you're like her, prepare for lots of giggles as you two try to learn how to dance. eventually, the aspect of actually "learning" some moves is long gone as you two end up doing whatever comes to mind and just roll with it!

━ she feels very comfortable in her skin around you, so if you do happen to know how to dance, encourage her maximum level! it makes her feel so relieved that you wholeheartedly accept this quirk of hers that she gradually learns to not take herself so seriously! she loves showing off, so there'll definitely be moments where she'll exclaim "watch this!" before performing her own little dance move.

━ put on music like cumbias, urbano latino, tropipop or pop romanticona and she gets all giddy inside! she absolutely loves spinning, so please do take her by the hand and give her as many twirls as she'd like!

━ once shes reached the point where she's become sure of herself, she does this cute little thing where she pretends she's only met you now for the first time in forever as she asks for your hand to dance <3

Koki

━ the ultimate dancing queen!! enjoys making up her own dance moves on the spot and it's always the most sensational thing ever. the execution is so smooth that all her moves seem legit!

━ if you two were to dance a song made for two, you better believe she'll be the one taking the lead! very cheeky in the way she dips you out of nowhere. she thrives off being spontaneous on the dance floor and shaking her groove thing!

━ cheers you on as you dance to the sound of your own beat. she claps, whistles, woo's—the whole shabang! she's extremely adamant on making you feel goated with the sauce <3

━ the type to get a hold of absolutely anything, use it as a microphone and belt out the lyrics with you. she goes full throttle with it as if it were a real performance and for a while you two believe it to be true!

━ it's a heavy workout every time that whenever you're both done with dancing, you two just lean on each other's backs as you slowly fall to the ground, heavy breaths and all. compliment her; tease her about how she's got quite the happy feet and she'll chuckle out an airy "shut up" <3

Jimmy Z

━ chair dancing! chair dancing!! chair dancing!!!

━ it usually starts out with him listening to some bops on his headphones and telling you to take a listen. all it takes is you tapping your feet or bopping your head for him to disconnect his headset and blast the music out loud for the both of you to hear!

━ before you know it, you two are swirling in your own chairs—hovering literally everywhere and anywhere. a mixture of "whoas!" and laughter boom from wall to wall as you shimmy and wiggle in your respective seats.

━ loves doing this thing where you meet each other half way, outstretch your hands to each other and lunge yourselves around hq! sometimes your hands slip from each other and you're practically squealing like little kids, excitedly trying to come into contact again.

━ sure, you may bump into some walls and tech, but it's never enough to actually hurt you. mercy to anyone who happens to need something 'cause they'll literally have to zoom in zig zags to avoid a collision with either of you.

#wild kratts x reader #martin kratt x reader #chris kratt x reader #aviva corcovado x reader #koki x reader #jimmy z x reader

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acourtofthought · 2 years ago

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But Elain blinked slowly. “You were in Hybern.”

“Yes.” It was all he could say.

“You betrayed us.”

He wished she’d shoved him out the window behind her. “It—it was a mistake.”

Her eyes went frank and cold. “I was to be married in a few days.”

He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who’d claimed her and shred him apart. The words were a rasp as he instead said, “I know. I’m sorry.”

She looked away—toward the windows. “I can hear your heart,” she said quietly. (1)

He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth.

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” (2)

I know (2) probably references the fact that she can literally hear Lucien's heart through the stone. It's definitely being hinted at that Elain has the power to hear from a great distance away.

But (1) intrigues me.

Elain is upset with Lucien before that. Even in her comatose state where she has barely shown emotion to anyone for months, she addresses that it seems Lucien betrayed them and the fact that she was supposed to be married which isn't likely to happen.

I always found it a bit odd at how quickly she got over that anger. "You betrayed us" and expressing that she won't be getting married because of everything isn't really a minor statement. But a few seconds late she moves on from that. You think she'd be a bit angrier for a longer period of time.

But then she says, "I can hear your heart". When she's talking to Feyre, she says she can hear her and Nesta's heartbeats. And the second time she brings up what she can hear to Lucien it is "heart beating". But the first time it almost reads as if she wants to be angry at Lucien for what happened but she knows she can't because she can hear / see what's in his heart and realizes none of it was his fault. That she sees who he is inside as a person.

If there's any accuracy to that thought, it also makes sense as to why she avoids Lucien. Because she doesn't want to see who he is as a person and to realize how good he is. She doesn't want to have to admit that maybe her losing everything was actually the best thing for her because this Male that was made her Mate is actually perfect for her.

Being stubborn can create major blind spots for a person and I think Elain has been fighting against allowing herself to really see all of Lucien and have him see all of her. She's not been ready to deal with the repercussions of what happens once she fully opens that door.

#pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain and lucien #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #lucien x elain #elucien

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omg actually keen to hear ur yellowface thoughts once uve synthesised them... im a chronic rf kuang hater but i also do read her books every time so i would love to know what u thoughtttt

hello omg thank you for asking about this, i would love to know your thoughts too actually!

so it's been a day, i was able to sleep on it... this won't be the most serious review ever but i'll freely share both what i've been mulling over and my thoughts as i type. i think the book is good enough for what i personally thought it would be, which is a silly off-kilter story with a very compelling premise. the bare minimum i initially knew, which is that some white girl stole her dead asian-american friend's work, was enough to intrigue me. what i didn't understand was the hype around how "insane" it is on tiktok (which i will readily admit is where i found out about the book's existence) and i had my hesitations to hold it to that standard. turns out i was right to be hesitant. there was room for so much more. like i understand the pov and insights are deliberately limited and unreliable bc of the main character herself, but here's one example: when juniper made a remark on athena not knowing what it's like to be poor, i expected those thoughts to play a larger role in the story or go a bit deeper, but they were left as few among the many bits and pieces of surface level commentary and somewhat valid criticism against athena and it kind of got lost in the mix. this is such a shame especially because it's clear juniper is big on her own family's dynamics and financial situation, so it could've been such a great comparison point (?) for her to really dig into when it came to her resentment against athena.

i feel like that was the biggest missed opportunity in my eyes because when i read the author bio at the end of the book, i was surprised to find that rf kuang herself is from yale. i didn't know who she was before reading the book, this is my introduction to her and i went in completely blind. knowing a bit of her background now honestly leaves a sour taste in my mouth because this time the story feels too self-referential the way some taylor swift songs can be (and i enjoy tswift btw lol). but i don't know for sure since i still haven't looked into her that much. this is why i would LOVE to know why you're a hater bc i feel we'd have similar reasons

also the buildup to the ending and the ending itself were both so underwhelming that it dampened some of the fun i had in earlier parts of the story. like i was enjoying this white woman going kind of crazy but kuang's stab at the uncanny fell so flat i literally could not stop just thinking about perfect blue 1997 and how i did not pick up the same suspense here. not that they have to be the same at all, i just live like this. also in line with this so much of the book feels chronically online. at first i appreciated how online spaces were so heavily embedded in the story but by the halfway point i was like, um.... i thought this was a satire on the publishing industry, not glimpses of publishing interspersed between losing ur mind over twitter and goodreads LOL.

for now this is all i have to say. fun book! i can tell rf kuang is skilled in her own right. i enjoyed the pacing and the writing style, it was such an easy read and there's nothing wrong with that. nothing i want to take too seriously or sink my teeth too deeply into. people on booktok praise yellowface way too highly that's 10000% for sure

#ans #hope its ok i answer ur ask publicly! let me know if i should take this down lol #but i REALLY want to know why youre a hater bc i truly dont know anything about this author at the moment

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lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6

Captain (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 3526

tw: attempt of SA, murder, blood.. strong language.

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 5 — chapter 7

A/N : I just want to give a fair warning, this chapter does contain strong themes of SA. I know that this is a very sensitive topic and so I will put "***" before the part of the chapter starts and where it ends Just incase, and if you'd like a small edited chapter without much details please let me know and I'll post it up! and if y'all ever need anyone to talk to.. I'm here <3

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A few weeks have passed and you and Levi have begun to develop a stronger bond. Well that is more petty arguments more than anything.

“ You know, I much prefer it when you spoke less.” Levi hisses at you as he bends down to clean under the kitchen counter. Both you and Levi were on cleaning duty, and he had his ridiculous head bandana and another one covering his mouth, as he dusted.

“ Fine, then I won't speak.” You chirp as you scrub the floor. You didn’t like cleaning but it did bring you some sense of peace at times. While you’re scrubbing you look back to see Levi really going for it with the counter. Such a clean freak.

You slowly dip your hand into the water bucket and look at Levi to see if he notices you, but he hasn’t. In fact he’s too busy dusting off the corners. With your chances you flick water at him, the small water droplets land on his back and soak into his cotton shirt.

“ y/n, Did. You. Just. Throw. Water. At me?” He speaks in a stern voice. He has stopped cleaning and just stares at the rag he was using before turning to you. Levi hated dirty things, and above all he hated being dirty.

You stay silent because he did say he preferred when you spoke less.. you act like you didn’t do what you just did and act clueless. You look at him and frown your eyebrows and look around like there’s others and then point at yourself, as if to say ‘ are you talking to me?”

“ don’t get smart with me, speak.” He keeps his intense eye contact towards you. Not batting an eyelash.

You throw your hands up and shake your head in a way to say you didn’t do it. You then turn back towards your floor and finish scrubbing, and when you go to dunk your scrubbing rag into the bucket Levi grabs your wrist in his callous hands. Once in his grip he pulls your wrist towards him, which causes you to go forward with the tug. Which ends up leaving both you and Levi face to face.

Over the past weeks you hated to admit but you did form a small crush on Levi. He has never failed to make you blush or leave you speechless. Like the other day you had walked into the dinning hall to join everyone for dinner and as you approached your table of friends, Levi pulled out your chair for you in front of everyone.. It was a small act but you were red in the face. The day after that incident, you were getting out of training when Levi approached you.

“ Hm, looks like your pretty lips had some fun, who was the lucky person?.” Levi walks besides you.

“ What? No I have never! I–It was Amane, she hit me with her gear and..” you try to explain yourself too stunned on why he would think you did anything with someone with your lips.

“ Calm yourself y/n,” he extends his hand and rubs his thumb against your lower lip wiping away the blood that spilled from your small cut lip. “ and that’s good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.” he laughs walking away from you. You stood there in complete shock, lifting your hand over your lips that he just touched. How stupid could you be, of course he was being sarcastic, and didn’t mean it literally. He probably thinks you're so lame now.. Never kissed anyone, how pathetic.

Right now he just stares at you with not much facial expression but his eyes switch from back and forth between your eyes and lips. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the heat creeping onto your cheeks. Here comes that heart pounding, nerve racking feeling again..

“ C’mon hot cheeks, cat got your tongue?” He mocks you a bit and pulls you in closer.

Just as you’re about to try to respond back Hanji walks into the room, causing you to pull away from Levi like the speed of light.

“ Oh am I interrupting?” Hanji asks from the doorway.

“Not at all, I was just asking Y/n if she threw water at me, but it seems like someone forgot how to speak.” Levi get’s off from the ground and turns completely to Hanji. Wait why is he acting so calmly..

“ Oh! Well Commander Erwin is requesting you Levi in his office.”

“ Is that so, well I guess I better be going then.” Levi turns back to you, where you’re still on the floor and trying to avoid his eye contact.He will not see you in this shocked state, is what you think to yourself. He then leaves out the door leaving you and Hanji alone in the room. You turn back to your cleaning trying to avoid any questions but Hanji has a list of them.

“ So was I really interrupting? Wait, are you and Levi a thing… Is he always intense or does he treat you differently? Oh your cheeks are turning even more red! OH SOMETHING HAS TO BE GOING ON!” Hanji speaks excitedly, as she tries to see your face, but you try to hide away but you’re in no match when it comes to her curiosity.

“ n-n–no , he just– I did throw water at him, so he was just asking me.”

“ Then why are you blushing so much? Unless.. Wait, do you like him.. Does he not like you back? Does he know about how you feel?”

“ I.. no.. um..” You struggle to answer her and just turn back to scrubbing the floor. Hanji leaves you to finish cleaning but that is before she tells you, “ just so you know you’re a looker, if you want to see if he likes you back, just see if he gets jealous. He’s a man, and men are very territorial.”

Once you were done cleaning the whole room , you walk down the hallways during the day and completing any other tasks asked. But not once have you seen Levi, probably still with Commander Erwin. Dinner time was already approaching and you were on your way to get ready to start eating but in the process you bump into Conner. He was one of the new recruits and he’s been rather too friendly for your liking…

“ Hello, y/n you’re looking rather beautiful as always.”

“ Thank you.”

You plan to walk past him but he pushes you against the wall and traps you between his arms. You look at him in shock, stopping yourself from reacting too quickly.

“ You know, when someone gives you a compliment you should be a little nicer. So what do you say, maybe a kiss to the cheek as a thank you?” He goes to brush your hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear, but you slap his hand away and try to get out of his grip.

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“ Get your hands off of me!” you raise your voice as you try to push him away, but he grabs the hand you used to push him away and flips you and pushes your body against the wall. He kicks your legs apart to separate them so that you can't kick him as easily, and holds both your hands behind your back. “ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” He speaks against your ear, but it was his words that throw you back to a time you wished you could forget.

*FLASHBACK*

“ Don’t fight me, it will be easier for you.” The man who had you cornered speaks. As always he wore his sinister smile and reeked of beer. It was like this man was on the hunt for you, no matter how many times you left the prostitution house he always found you, always hurt you.

“ Please, I said leave me!” You cry out too tired, how could this disgusting older man time and time again try to hurt you, even after you never let him win.

“ Listen here princess, You know what i want, let’s make it simple and get on with it.” He approaches you. You clench the knife you had behind your back waiting for the best time to use it. He slowly crotches down and crawls towards you, and moves his dirty finger tips against your ankle. And pulling you towards him, causing you to fall falt against the ground. You continue to try your best and hide the knife behind your back so that he doesn’t see it.

“ Look at that, it only took me a couple dozen times to finally get you. See this will soon be over and done with.” He laughs as he begins to lift your skirt up and position himself between your legs, he unbuckle the belt around his waist and just as he’s about to pull your undergarments off you pull the knife out and aim for his clavicle area.

The man before you screams in pain and reaches for his wound, this gives you time to go for his other side and abdomen area. He begins screaming profanities towards you but you take this moment to kick him off of you.

“ I Will Kill you! I Will KILL YOU!” You scream from the top of your lungs tabbing multiple times over his abdomen. You do end up stopping when you hear someone scream from down the ally way. The underground was already a dangerous place to live in, but more so for a woman.. You knew you didn’t have the strength nor power to deal with more than one person, so with that you Got up and ran as far as you could away from the other men.. You couldn’t risk getting caught killing a man.. Let alone being stuck around more men who would want to hurt you..

*END OF FLASHBACK*

“ Look how easy this is, i wasn’t trying to hurt you princess.” Conner speaks up again bringing you back to your current situation.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” you scream at the top of your lungs, You begin trying to pull away and thrush around in his grip trying to get free. You try to throw your head back to hit his head, but he goes and uses his other hand to throw your head back against the stone wall. Your head bangs really hard against the wall, and you could have sworn you saw stars.

“ Stop being so loud!” He whisper shouts against your ear trying to keep you in place. You struggle a bit longer until you realize there’s no getting out of this.. Your flat against the wall, arms and legs pushed and pulled too far back and apart. Mobility is at zero..

“ Given up? Well lucky me, looks like i win the bet.” he laughs, removing his hands from against your head to go for his pants. That is when you go and throw your head back one last time while he’s off guard. He’s thrown off balance and thats when the loosens his grip around your wrists and you pull them apart and push yourself off the wall.You take this moment to make some distance between you and him and you go for a high kick across his face to knock him to the gound.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME!” You scream again punching him completely to the ground, his head lands hard against the floor and you’re pretty sure you heard his skull crack. But that doesn’t stop you from going on top of him and throwing blow after blow at him.

“ I SAID GET OFF OF ME, AND I’LL KILL YOU IF I HAVE TOO!”

Another punch to his face,

“ I’LL KILL YOU!”

Another punch.

“ I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL YOU!” You shout at the unconscious boy in front of you with tears streaming down your face. You hear a couple of running footsteps coming towards your direction and they come to a halt.

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“ Y/N WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” You hear the voice of Levi who lifts you off of the body and pulls you away.

“ GET OFF OF ME!” you scream, out of reaction and pull away and attempt to crawl away, but Levi goes again and wraps his arms tightly around you, this time preventing you from escaping.

“Please, let me go! LET ME GO! WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP TOUCHING ME! PLEASE GET OFF OF ME!” You shout with more tears streaming down your face, as you feel every hurt and infliction you have felt your whole life fall on you.

“ Y/n, look at me, I wont hurt you okay, but you need to calm down and tell me what happened. He was touching you, what do you mean he was touching you?” Levi tries to counsel you but the lack of emotion in his voice only triggers you even more.

“ please, please don’t hurt me! Just let me go!” you try to pull away from him again but he only tightens his grip around you. At this you just give up and just cry, once he hears your broken cries he slowly positions himself on the floor and loosens his grip around you to instead just give you a tight hug.

“ Y/n… please just tell me what happened.”

“ He– I… He said I shouldn’t fight him, but he–He had me against the wall! I-I tried to get away, but he just–Just pushed me and he was trying to remove his pants! I told him to get off! I told him to get off! And he said He won the bet, I don't know what he meant.. I told him to get off!” You struggle to speak and explain the situation but Levi doesn’t need you to explain any further.. He was seeing red, his ears were ringing… He looked over at where the man you were beating was. He was black and blue, not an inch of his face gone undamaged…

“ Hanji, please take Y/n to clean up and check her for any wounds.” Levi instructs Hanji and she’s already on it. She whispers softly asking you to come with her and to let go of Levi. You yourself hadn’t realized the death grip you had on his shirt. You pull yourself away and grab onto Hanji who extends her arm to help guide you away from the scene.

Levi looks back at the man on the floor before turning to Commander Erwin, “ Commander Erwin, I will deal with this myself.”

“ I did make you captain, do as you deem necessary Captain Levi.” I’ll begin the processing of his papers in the meantime, who is he?”

“ Conner Liker, Cadet corps 98.”

“ Very well, I leave the rest to you.” Erwin nods and walks away, there is a crowd that surrounds the scene with mutters of “ he made him captain.” “ captain?”

Levi shakes off the comments and begins instructing people around,

“ You two, Take him to a cell. And the rest of you, clean up this damn mess.”

All that he could think of was how to murder this man, and Just how no one heard them. He takes a couple of walks around to calm down before he goes to check on you. To think he was moments away from coming to find you and tell you about Erwin making him captain. Just to find you covered in that guy’s blood with your knuckles raw to the bone and tears streaming down your face. When he finally comes himself down he looks to find you and Hanji but she’s already walking out of the room.

“ How is she?”

“ By the looks of it, she took some major blows to her head.. She’s coming in and out of consciousness, and we have Petra who’s trying to keep her awake.. But I’m not sure if she can last any longer up.. We tried bringing light to her eyes to check for pupil dilation but she isn’t responding, I say she’s suffering from a major concussion. Besides that, there aren’t any other major wounds.. Besides the major bruising around her writs and the damage to her knuckles, she said there was a bet.. Did you find out?” Hanji asks.

“ No I haven't gone and spoken to him, I’m going to wait till he’s up, no point in torturing him if he’s out of it… Do you mind pulling Petra out, I'd like to talk to Y/n alone.”

“ Yes of course Levi, follow me.”

Levi follows Hanji into the room that you were in, both Hanji and Petra leave you be.

“ How are you feeling?” Levi asks not even sure what to expect, will you start screaming at him to leave, cry, not speak at all..

But you don’t speak at all, instead you turn to your side and give him your back. Your head was pounding as it is, your heart still racing.. And all you wanted to do was cry, and cry, and cry. This is why you never sleep, this is why you don’t talk, and this is why you never trust anyone.

“ Y/n.. talk to me.”

You hear his small plead, but you still stay in your position and let the tears that once brimmed your eyes fall down your cheeks. All you could think was how you were stupid enough to think you were even safe here.. To even think you let him get that far. You’re stupid, stupid, stupid little girl.

“It isn’t your fault, if I had known.. I knew he was too friendly, I- I should have seen it, the signs…”

“ No it's my fault, it’s my fault! If I were more alert, had I just not even said hello to him! And he.. He.. tried to! And I almost.. and what if he.. I was so weak in comparison, if he hadn’t removed his hand from my head I wouldn’t have.. what if others joined him.. he said it was a bet.. a bet. I— others want to do this to me.. why do they want to hurt me..” You cry to yourself curling into a small ball.

“ Y/n, it’s Not your fault, you did nothing! None of this is your fault-“ he tries to reach for your but you jump from the contact itself.

"Do. Not. touch me… Just leave.”

“ Y/n-“

“LEVI I SAID LEAVE! please just leave, why won’t anyone listen to me.” Your shout turns to a small whisper to yourself in the end. Levi had never seen you like this… just hearing your voice and your reaction to his touch just raised the anger in him. He was back to seeing red, and hearing his heart pounds in his ear, Conner is going to regret this.

Levi leaves from his spot but bids you a small goodbye, and in return all he heard were you small cries and shaky breaths. Levi is wasting no time to reach his destination, as he walks toward the Cell.

Once he reaches the destination, he opens the cell door and walks in, Conner lifts his hanging head up to see who it was.

“ about time you woke up.” Levi walks towards person, Conner doesn't speak or say a word..

“ So mind telling me what this bet was about before I beat it out of you?”

“Noth-“

*punch*

“ I guess *punch* I didn’t *punch* make myself clear *punch* what was the bet about”

“ It was a stupid joke!”

“ no the only thing stupid here is you, so answer the damn question before I beat it out of you”

“ I wasn’t the only one involved okay!”

“ keep staying the obvious and I’ll start pulling out your nails, one by one, what was the bet about and WHO ELSE was part of this”

Conner just sits in silence refusing to answer the question.. Levi scoffs knowing the response, he walks out of the cell to go grab the pliers. Hell be using.

Pathetic, he would rather stay quiet than speak up, not like him staying quiet will benefit him in the end. Levi thinks to himself.

When levi comes back to the cell all he sees is you standing over Conner. The knife in your hand is covered in blood. He looks down to see a pool of blood creating a stream in his direction.

“ y/n… what did you do”

“ I told him I’ll kill him, I never break promises.” You walk away from the dead body and pass Levi without a second word.

He watches you walk away like you did nothing, like what you had done was normal to you, no second thoughts, no hesitation..

You walked back to where you were told to stay and in your journey back, you passed by many of your fellow members.. Whispers can be heard, mutters of “ is that blood?” You paid no mind to them, i mean how could you.. You just killed a man.. Their life, their blood was on your hands.. On your shaky hands, on your conscience.. And the memory is forever in your head. And like many years ago, you remembered why you never spoke a word.

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halftheway · 6 months ago

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hazebur playlist walkthru with lyrics linked for the 2 ppl that will read it<3

(you won't feel a thing - the script) this one feels very ah!wilbur pov. the determined protector who's been through hell several times over and refuses to have anyone she cares about go through anything similar, even if it means she herself has to take the brunt of life's harm to keep them out of its way

(falling in love (will kill you) - wrongchilde ft gerard way) what it says on the tin<3 haze is falling in love for the first time and it makes them feel like they're dying a lot of the time. the refrain at the end of "i collapse into your arms (it'll kill you)" feels very fitting for how all they want at the end of the day, even through the nerves and uncertainty, is to just be around wilbur

(pink in the night - mitski) this one is a doozy. haze started to fall first, even though they'd never admit how early, and kept their growing feelings close to their chest, never really admitting to anyone. their first kiss was actually a series of kisses; haze had never done it before & they wanted so badly to do it right, and they're very thankful wilbur was patient and let them figure it out. they've only kissed twice since then and haze is too shy to even daydream about it, let alone ask for more. on the flipside, in group settings haze is often somewhat removed, whether by choice or happenstance, but more often than not they're looking at wilbur even when someone else is the center of her attention

(songbird - fleetwood mac) just a beautiful, tender song about wanting your love to only experience happiness and warmth, from everything in the world but especially from you<3

(arms tonite - mother mother) WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL, CHAT! haze spent their month in the arena walking, endlessly searching for wilbur. they wanted out of the game on their own terms, and they knew death at wilbur's hand would be a merciful, peaceful end. they didn't get what they wanted, but hearing wilbur say she would have killed them, if they asked, was comforting. they sometimes imagine what it would have been like, if she'd hold them and slit their throat, if she'd run them through with her sword and catch their lifeless body. they'll never get to find out, though

(electric touch - taylor swift ft fall out boy) haze has never been in Love before, but that doesn't mean they've never been infatuated. it hasn't ended well, historically, but they can't help but to hope. things with wilbur kind of swing back and forth between making them hate themself and floating on clouds, which maybe isn't how love is supposed to make you feel but haze is still clinging to the dream that someday it'll level out and they'll finally have someone want them back

(follow through - the altogether) i have nothing to say go read the lyrics. it's both of their povs i literally cannot stress enough just listen to it. it's hazebur.

(mess is mine - vance joy) where they will hopefully be one day, actually communicating about the things weighing on them and choosing to stay together, choosing to take each other for the good and bad, not just in spite of it. not being afraid to the darker side of themselves and being vulnerable enough to share their burdens

(i wanna be your dog - dbmk/(let me be your) teddy bear - elvis presley) haze just wants to be something uncomplicated. something loved simply, wholly, unconditionally. they think they're easier to love when they are something small and cute

(deep water - american authors) everything with water imagery takes on such a new meaning for haze on account of. blazeborn. anyway. amazing song about wanting to seek depth but being afraid of losing yourself, and asking for someone to be there with you, to help you survive the intensity of it all

(take me to church - hozier) he wrote this because he knew ah!wilbur would come to be ten years later i'm sorry but it's simply about her. circling back to the dog imagery a little bit, as well as wilbur avoiding telling haze the truth about the basement And haze thinking about wilbur killing them. anyway "my lover's the sunlight"

(manta rays - chloe moriondo) it's all for you, it's all for you, it's all for you, it's always for you. is it the healthiest? no<3 but it's never not for you

(luv note - chloe moriondo) double whammy of 'love' songs that are actually just haze's poor self image & the way they put wilbur on a pedestal<3 once again we revisit the theme of wanting to be a Thing, something whose worth is only in its beauty and the way you feel about it

(feel things - amava) you make me feel like i'm wanted! want this, you and i, in every life<3

(no words - the script) haze has written probably a few dozen letters to wilbur at this point and has still never actually described how she makes them feel. partly because they're afraid to show how Much they feel, but also because she's so many things it's impossible to capture everything she is in words

(come into the water - mitski) simple and sweet<3 they are very gentle with each other despite not being gentle people themselves... think wilbur softly reassuring haze before their first kiss and haze averting their eyes when wilbur wears more revealing clothing

(heaven's gate - fall out boy) once again the pedestal<3 but also "you're the one habit i just can't kick"– there have been several instances where haze could've and maybe Should've cut things off with wilbur, but they just can't make themself stop

(she's the prettiest girl at the party, and she can prove it with a solid right hook - frank iero) WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN!!! haze's past bad luck with romance has them half-convinced things with wilbur won't work out, but they still desperately want to try anyway, even if being in love with her sometimes feels like dying. they also, selfishly, want to have her time and attention all to themself, even though they know her world is so much bigger than any one person. they're cranky and crabby and don't know how to be a person, but when wilbur says she likes them just for who they are, they can almost believe it.

and that's it<3 there are a handful more songs on the playlist, but these are the ones that i wanted to highlight

#ahsmp #loving btw that after all of frank's solo project name changes spotify just Gave Up #rip to the cellabration. i'll always miss you babygirl

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xrosegorex · 2 years ago

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NRC listening to Mitski

I didn't mean for it to be this long and I apologize

Riddle:

• didn't like her at first. said she was overrated. a decision that would later bite him in the ass

• after a particularly rough day, he was sitting on his bed around midnight listening to a random spotify playlist trying not to cry

• i want you came on and he just fucking broke lmao

• trey had to knock on his door like 🗿 "you good???"

• now listens to her regularly

• avoids i want you at all costs because it reminds him of that night and he gets embarrassed smh 🙄

Trey:

• this man bakes

• this man wears glasses and a silly little hat

• this man probably has stinky feet

• he listens to whatever the fuck christian moms listen to

• anyways i'm done shitting on trey

• i don't see him enjoying mitski on an emotional level. probably just likes the beat of the songs. does a little dance in the kitchen listening to the only heartbreaker while stirring cake batter 😒

• he just doesn't fucking get it

Cater:

• probably only knows her from tiktok lmaooo

• "mitski? oh, you mean that washing machine girl?"

• what the fuck

• got in a fight in the tiktok comment section about being a fake fan

• proceeded to listen to all of her albums out of spite

Ace:

• pretends he doesn't listen to her but in reality she's 90% of his spotify wrapped

• he won't admit it

• it was a secret until deuce walked in on him dancing to should've been me 💀

Deuce:

• the first song he heard was old friend

• couldn't relate to trying to reconnect with an ex but he heard the pain in her voice and was like "this is emotion!!"

• bro ✨bonds✨ with ace over mitski (they're dating they're just idiots and don't realize it)

• except deuce is the one that cares about the deep lyrics and stories behind them

• favorite song is my body's made of crushed little stars

Leona:

• he likes some of her songs but doesn't know it's her specifically???

• like just "oh i know that song" and that's it

• doesn't pay attention to the lyrics and just falls asleep to the quieter ones

• but once he did pay attention to the lyrics he was like "oh..."

• ma'am what did you mean by "i always wanted to die clean and pretty but i'd be too busy on working days"

Ruggie:

• yes

• definitely

• absolutely

• the lyrics. the stories. the delivery. the instruments.

• he loves it all

• working for the knife is about being trapped in the cruel music industry. though ruggie is absolutely not in the music industry, he can relate to being stuck in a cruel world that's working him to death

Jack:

• probably doesn't listen to music at all

• not even when he's working out

• can he even wear headphones or earbuds??? with those ears???? would the headphones be uncomfy and squish the soft ear tissue??? would the earbuds fall in and get lost in the floof???

• either way, mitski isn't going in there 😭

Azul:

• isn't azul's whole thing literally "retired from sad, new career in business"???

• knows all her songs and goes to all her concerts

• screams with her at the end of drunk walk home

• cries like a fucking baby during the loud part of carry me out

• bro keep it up and you're gonna overblot again 😐

• plays mitski on the speakers in the mostro lounge

• people are getting tired of it

• he's losing customers

• jade might quit

Jade:

• actually started to hate her because of how often azul played her songs 💀

• "if i have to hear nobody one more time i'm leaving"

• no jade doesn't give a shit if the songs are good. no jade doesn't give a shit if the lyrics have a deeper meaning. he's sick and tired of it

• maybe if azul didn't have mitski on repeat at the lounge jade would've had a more positive opinion on her 🙄

Floyd:

• floyd does not need the rollercoaster of emotions that come with mitski

• he's already unstable enough as it is 💀

• good thing he doesn't pay attention to the lounge speakers

• pretends he likes her to annoy jade but in reality he has never actually paid attention to a single song

Kalim:

• loves her

• has met her at one of her concerts

• she's so sweet too!!

• his favorite album is laurel hell mostly because a majority of the songs are danceable 💀

• insists on trying to play her songs during the music club meetings

• some of the songs are sexual??

• "oh good for her"

• smh

Jamil:

• only knows her because he went to the concert with kalim

• otherwise he wouldn't know mitski even existed 💀

• but he does like her

• has his own choreography for geyser

• he loves that mitski's choreography is pretty meaningful in and if itself

• he doesn't really have the time to sit down and read the lyrics

• so he'd be listening to her while cooking or something and he'd be caught off guard by some of the lyrics 😭

• "so he laid me down and i felt happy come inside of me" huh???

Epel:

• i feel like he'd be more into like mcr, evanescence, ptv, etc

• either that or country music 💀

• he doesn't listen to mitski

• can you imagine epel sitting in a tractor

• "chugabeer chugabeer chugabeer hopped in my truck and i hit a deer"

• poor epel

Rook:

• listen

• this man writes poetry

• of course he could appreciate the beauty of mitski

• analyzes everything

• "this verse states, 'my body's made of crushed little stars and I'm not doing anything.' this refers to the scientific belief that almost every element in the human body was once stardust, and mitski feels useless because she thinks her existence means nothing if she isn't living up to the expectations of the stars."

• bro calm down

• probably has notebooks filled with his favorite lyrics

Vil:

• heard neige listening to mitski and swore to never listen to her out of spite

• unfortunately that cannot happen with rook adding her to vil's spotify playlists

• how the fuck did rook get into vil's account 🤨

• didn't even realize it was mitski until it was too late

• he was live doing whatever the fuck beauty influencers do when they're live. spotify was on in the background. mitski came on.

• the comments went wild

• "vil likes mitski vil likes mitski vil likes mitski"

• vil is confused because he didn't add mitski to his playlist???

• tried to explain himself but no one listened

• someone was screen recording it

• neige texted him like "i didn't know you liked mitski"

• "but if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn't know how to be alive; i should mive to a brand new city and teach myself how to die"

• he feels called out

Idia:

• exclusively listens to anime openings and vocaloid

Ortho:

• he was watching cocomelon on youtube and autoplay was on

• it was a lyric video for crack baby

• idia should be lucky it wasn't cupcakke or something why the hell isn't kids mode on

• at least ortho was watching cocomelon so the recommended videos weren't too wild

• anyways 🙄

• ortho doesn't really listen to mitski but he can appreciate that she's doing her own thing and making meaningful songs that a lot of people can connect to

Malleus:

• do me ti why not me 😔💔

• in shame, the "(gasp) ooooooooooh" as the violins build up sends chills down his spine

• in pearl diver, the very last chorus at the end of the song also gives him chills

• "dive dive doooooooowwwwwwwwnnn hohohooooohohohooooooooooh ahhhahahahooooooooohhhwhwhhoooooooo"

• yeah that

• he feels the loneliness in her songs and it doesn't make him feel like there's someone out there who understands him, it just makes him feel even more lonely 💀

Lilia:

• this man's music taste is everywhere

• his spotify has to the grave (a heavy metal band that i've never seen anyone else listen to irl) right next to taylor swift

• he probably has mitski somewhere but she's not very high on his playlist

Silver:

• "i've been trying to lay my head down but i'm writing this at three a.m." 🙄

• he tries to listen to her because kalim likes her but he ends up falling asleep

• can somebody take him to the doctor because he's either cursed or he's narcoleptic

Sebek:

• if waka-sama likes mitski then so does sebek. fucking stalker.

Crowley:

• nah

• i really don't see him listening to and/or appreciating mitski

• why would he 💀

• he probably listens to that funky pop shit that comes on the radio

• his favorite song is probably barbie girl goddamn 🤭

Crewel:

• you know what

• yeah i think he does

• he's probably sewed a dress for her

• he made sure it was extra flowy and moved gracefully when she danced

• mailed it to her and was ecstatic when she wore it aww

Trein:

• you cannot tell me he, as a professor, doesn't like mitski.

• he reads the lyrics and has fun analyzing them. fucking teacher.

• her: "you told me once you were happy to have me but I never gave me away"

• trein: *taking notes*

• probably plays her at very low volume during class 💀

Sam:

• his friends on the other side managed to get a ticket for a random show that was in town

• of course he went because how many shows come to sage island

• that place is like the point nemo of twisted wonderland

• it happened to be mitski

• he loved it

• he loved how loving her fans were, even if some of the crowd was dull

• was not prepared for the crowd to scream at the top of their fucking lungs with her during drunk walk home 😭

• live footage of sam during drunk walk home: 🧍🏿

• ends up playing her in his mystery shop

V*rgas 🤢:

• no he's too busy eating eggs and looking like a fucking predator

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rickie-the-storyteller · 1 year ago

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Another Snippet of Book 2!

Last night was the Kennedy's annual fancy fundraiser dinner night.

It was held in Tippers Hall, as per usual. A wonderful sight to behold... walls adorned with intricate golden leaf designs, and floors made of bright, perfectly polished marble. The room was furnished with a bunch of round wooden tables and plush velvet chairs, which were this soft maroon tone, matching the curtains. I'm pretty sure there was a fireplace in a random corner somewhere. But most elegant of all (at least to me) were the series of gold and crystal chandeliers all around the place, that cast a warm glow over everything. The whole evening seemed to be draped in this gauzy veil of golden light.

Only the best for the best, I guess. And by "the best," I mean "the rich." Like El and her family.

Some light piano music was gently floating around in the background, as I made my way to El's table.

As the chatter of the seemingly endless number of guests and partygoers resonated like a distant echo, I couldn't help but question the sincerity of the jovial atmosphere that enveloped the room. The clinking of glasses and laughter seemed hollow and devoid of purpose. To my ears at least.

I don't know. Maybe I'm biased, though. Since I actually have important things to think about right now.

Anyway, it wasn't too long before I finally found her. She was sitting at a table by herself, eating. Not at all unusual for Elise Kennedy, especially in situations like this. She hates big social gatherings and parties, and would much prefer lounging around in her bedroom reading than to have real fun with others.

I found myself perched on the edge of the cluttered table, watching Elise. I was completely unsure of what to say all of a sudden. Mini brownies lay in a tray before her, her fingers delicately savouring each bite. Eventually, my presence seemed to catch her attention, as she looked back up at me and smiled warmly. So warmly that it melted a small section of my heart just a little. I tried to smile back (and I made a real, genuine effort to actually look sincere this time, so no one suspects anything), and tried to initiate some conversation.

"What's going on here?"

"I don't even know anymore," she admitted with a shrug. Then she giggled. Not like an actual giggle... I know how El laughs when she's happy. This wasn't like that. Her laughter now was a fragile façade that betrayed her true thoughts. Thoughts that she never wants to share anymore.

And that angers me.

Yeah. "Anger" is a good word.

I've been angry for a while now... sometimes at her, other times at myself for being mad at her. Like, it's not like I want to be mad at her or anything... and it's not like I have much of a right to be, either, considering all the shit I've put her through.

I've been all over the place lately. I'm losing my fucking mind here... and I would typically tell El about it, but lately, I don't feel like there's much of a point in that anymore. She won't tell me anything anymore, so why should I?

She continued. "I hate doing this, but I can't stop."

For a minute, I thought she was finally giving me something... but then I realised that she was referring to her brownie indulgence. Which just irritated me more. My frustration only continued to grow as she continued to laugh (when there's literally nothing to be laughing about, by the way).

"I suck. I'm so weird. I mean, you know how it is," she went on.

Well... she has a point. I do know how it is.

Maybe that's why I wasn't quite as irritated with that statement.

A bit of the hurt and tension I'd been carrying with me all day kind of dissolved after this. It wasn't quite as hard to fake a smile anymore. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back. There was this vulnerability in her eyes that I could also hear echoing in her voice.

"A couple of years back, that was literally me with nicotine," I offered. She remembers this. It has been almost a year since I officially decided to quit smoking. And she was a very supportive figure through all of that. That was one of the things I loved most about her. About our relationship in general. The support. For almost as long as I can remember, we've always been at each other's side, ready to take on any challenge.

I can't help but feel like we've lost that a bit. And it's kind of my fault.

Okay... mostly my fault.

I really have no right to be angry with her, do I?

"Mmm. Not sure it's quite the same thing. But I get what you're saying."

She's still smiling. And all I can really think right now is "Man... people shouldn't be allowed to be as perfect as you."

Her cheerfulness is infectious, I must admit. Even if it is fake...

She's clearly lying. She's clearly trying to hide something from me, which isn't okay (and has been infuriating me for ages now). But that doesn't make her less beautiful to me. Elise is a stunning human being. In every way. Like how Christina Aguilera was talking about in that one song of hers. But I digress.

Eventually, I couldn't resist her pull. I shifted closer, our shoulders slightly brushing as I sat down beside her. I started to feel a little bit lighter. Being close to El just feels right to me, I don't know how else to say it.

She continued to smile, but her eyes sparkled, hinting at tears that never seemed to fall.

Or maybe I'm just imagining it?

For a while, neither of us had any words to say. As the silence hung heavy, Elise's eyes met mine, and she spoke, her words wavering. "So, you want some?" Her question seemed loaded with the weight of our unspoken truths. I think.

I've never considered myself to be an overthinker, but here I am wondering whether or not every little thing is a sign of something bigger than it likely is. Like, maybe this is her way of telling me she's not well. That she's just as unhappy as I am. But it could also be her simply asking if I want some baked treats.

How the hell am I supposed to know anything anymore?!

If she was asking the latter, then my answer was no, of course. But before I could utter the word, she saved me the trouble. "No? Good. I didn't want to give you any, anyways."

El has always been creepily good at reading people. Me especially. It's like she knows what my thoughts are before they even start to form in my brain.

I sighed, exasperation welling up within me. I murmured to myself, "What the hell is wrong with everybody here?"

Elise, abruptly stern, challenged me with another question. "What do you mean?"

The frustration I'd been holding back started to come out, growing and raging like a storm. "This party... this whole day... it's like no one gives a single damn. Everybody's just casually celebrating nothing—"

El cut me off at this point, no longer trying to be all fake and light-hearted. "Hey!"

I recoiled for a moment, taken aback. I didn't know what to feel - shocked, upset, or relieved at the fact that she was finally being normal for once. But I didn't stop there. "When some actual serious shit is going on out there in other people's lives!"

"Okay, first of all, this whole function isn't 'celebrating nothing.' This event is raising money for a good cause, and you know that," Elise shot back, her voice tinged with irritation (thank God. I've missed her actually telling me what's what instead of pretending she's okay with everything I say and do). "And secondly, what the heck is wrong with you?"

Upset is the winner. She has the nerve to act like I'M the one being weird here?!

"With me?!" I was incredulous. I couldn't understand why she or anybody else seemed to notice the weight of the world beyond this stupid, pointless dinner!

Elise leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "Yeah, what's up? Tell me now, I need some answers."

I scoffed in response. I could feel the thick layers of pretence in our relationship that had formed over the past few weeks starting to slip away. And this was what I wanted. What I've been wanting since we got back together... and yet, I don't know whether I'm enjoying it or not. "Nothing, El. Nothing's wrong with me. I'm just having a little thing called feelings. Feelings that everyone here is really, oddly, suspiciously good at NOT having. You especially."

"Oh," Elise replied after a brief thoughtful pause. Everything in her seemed to soften and calm down. Her gaze was full of understanding as she continued, "Okay. I think I might know what this is about…"

I could hardly contain my exasperation any longer. "How? You haven't thought to bring it up once!"

"Neither have you," she countered, her tone challenging. "Directly, I mean. If your tour thingy has been bothering you so much, why haven't you thought to talk to me about it?"

"Because nobody cares! Why should things with you be any different?"

Her voice started quivering as she tried to explain herself. And I almost began to feel bad... until I really thought about what she actually said: "But I do, Bret. You know how much I care—"

Liar.

I finally snapped. "Then why aren't you acting like it?!"

There were real tears in her eyes now. I knew I wasn't imagining it anymore. She stood up and started pacing. She often does this when she's overwhelmed. I got up as well and I followed her as she went further away from our table.

"Of course I'm upset! Of course I'm feeling things, B," Elise finally admitted, her voice breaking. "I just don't want to have to process those things right now, here in this very important event. In front of all my family and our friends. I'm trying to maintain some level of professionalism! That's all! Now can we please just drop it—"

"NO."

"Why not?!"

I shook my head vehemently. "I can't do that anymore, El. I can't just 'drop it' this time. I need to know what you're thinking right now! I'm not like you! I suck at reading people, I almost never know what you think! I need you to tell me—"

"Bret!"

"I need you to tell me... WHY! Just, why. Why aren't you acting like you're at least slightly unhappy about me leaving at the end of the year?!"

And it was at this point that El broke down. It was her turn to snap.

"I AM UNHAPPY!"

(I think the pianist heard that. Poor guy lost his place in the piece he was playing, and he totally messed up.)

The dam broke, and everything came flooding out. Her thoughts, her feelings, her tears. She was finally opening herself up completely.

Just like I wanted. I think.

"I've BEEN unhappy since I first heard the news! What, you think this is fun for me? You think I'm enjoying this? You think I'm-I'm bouncing up and down at the thought of you leaving me?! Just when we've gotten back together?! I'M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND HERE! Don't you understand that?!"

The entire room fell silent, the weight of our words hanging uncomfortably heavy in the air. I took my eyes off Elise for the first time since I first came to her side and I looked around the room to find that the whole hall was now watching us. All of this untamed pain and confusion that the both of us had been barely holding down was now out and exposed for all to see.

I turned back to El (who's weirdly more beautiful than ever somehow…), and she's bright red. Clearly very embarrassed. She quickly apologises to the piano guy and rushes out of the room, the door slamming hard behind her.

I got what I wanted. What I've been wanting since I first heard that my band would be going on tour. Elise's honesty. How she truly feels about me leaving.

My girlfriend has finally told me the truth, and everyone here knows about it. I have proof. I have witnesses.

I win, I suppose.

So why don't I feel like a winner? I feel... wrong.

___

This is an early draft of a chapter in UVC that I titled, "Bittersweet Victory." It takes place a little later on in the sequel, so by now, a ton of stuff has happened... Bret and Steph are no longer seeing each other, Bephanie is now separated (not that this scene has much to do with them), and Bret and El have been beginning to rekindle their relationship. But things aren't going as smoothly as they'd hoped...

This scene is a bit of a turning point in their relationship. A lot of past problems are coming to the surface here, as well as a new big problem that I haven't really gone into here just yet. I'll definitely get into it more in future, don't worry about it.

I hope you liked this! I remember really being into it when I first wrote this lol.

#rickie-the-storyteller #Brelise #steph's crew #unreported violent crimes #UVC

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