#margaret x reader

[a-small-safe-place]

She Likes a Boy, and I’m not a Boy.

Queen Maeve x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend joins the new superhero team, The Seven, and breaks up with you. This is loosely based on the unreleased song by Nxdia on TikTok. Literally just the “she likes a boy, I’m not a boy” part because a lot of sapphic people can relate to that line.

Margaret knew you were proud of her when she joined The Seven. You were proud of her for anything she did as “Queen Maeve,” but not in the same way her dad would be proud. You weren’t proud of her because it would bring you money or fame; you were proud of her because she was doing good in the world. You didn’t mind keeping your relationship quiet either. You understood that it could lead to more problems for you and definitely more problems for Queen Maeve if the masses found out that her secret identity was dating a woman, even when she was still a small-time hero.

She was fine keeping you a secret when she first joined The Seven, even once she and Homelander started their showmance. Margaret still would sneak around to see you. She would reassure you that it’s just for the cameras and that this was for the best for you two. That’s what Maeve thought, until Homelander made a move on her away from the cameras. She struggled to find the words to tell him no because she had been warned of the damage he could do when he got mad.

Homelander frowned, "No? Why not? You’re single, I’m single. We are both superheroes with super strength, so we don’t have to worry about hurting each other," he argued. Maeve noticed the way his eyes flickered with a strange emotion when he brought up hurting each other. Maeve wondered who exactly he had hurt in the past to warrant that reaction. The thought quickly left her head; she didn’t care about that right now.

"I’m just not looking for a relationship. I like my privacy," Maeve countered. Homelander scoffed as if the notion of privacy was ridiculous.

"Come on, the minute you became Queen Maeve, you lost your right to privacy. You know that as well as I do. I mean, come on, my secret identity, 'John,' only fooled people for a week. It’s going to be no time before they see 'Margaret' for who she really is," Homelander made it seem as if she had no choice.

Maeve finally agreed to "date" him, but she still wanted to keep seeing you, trying her best to keep you away from Homelander. She hated herself for having to do this, but she didn’t want to lose you. That is until she saw the damage Homelander could do if he was jealous enough. At a Vought party, a bartender had been flirting with Maeve. She knew the guy was trying to get tips, but she didn’t know Homelander was able to hear the man flirting, and Maeve laughed at a few of his cheesy jokes because they reminded her of something you would say. The day after, Homelander was being far clingier, and then the day after that, the bartender was found dead in his apartment, completely disemboweled. Homelander told her he did it. He said he was jealous because she’s never laughed with him in the same way she laughed with that bartender.

"I know you wouldn’t try to leave me, but the thought of you laughing with that bartender pissed me off," Homelander’s words felt like a threat. Maeve doesn’t sleep that night. She lays awake knowing that she has to break up with you or watch you be strung up by your intestines.

A week passes. Queen Maeve doesn’t contact you in any way. She can’t, not with Homelander being so clingy. Finally, she is able to slip away while he goes somewhere to help Black Noir. She arrives at your apartment.

Maeve knocks.

Before all this, she would just walk in and make herself at home. You open the door. "Margaret? I’ve been worried sick! You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls! I haven’t seen you in over a week," you scold her.

"We need to talk," she says with a plain face and a monotone voice. Maeve feels lucky she has had to master acting during her time as a hero. You let her in and shut the door. She takes a small survey of your space; she knows she won’t be in it again. Maeve wants to remember what she can.

"Is something wrong?" You ask; there’s a hint of sadness in your voice. You know what’s coming. Maeve turns around with a disgusted grimace painted on her face.

"I’ve been cheating on you," is all she says. It’s painful to admit; she wishes she could tell you she didn’t have a choice and that she’s doing this to keep you safe, but she doubles down. "With Homelander. Since our showmance started."

"Why, Maeve?" You ask, and Maeve’s acting fails her for a moment; she frowns. You always called her Margaret before and not Maeve. She responds with the first thing that comes to mind. "He’s a man. You’re not. You didn’t think I would actually stay with a woman? Our relationship wasn’t even real. We never went on public dates. You were never my long-term plan. Forget this relationship ever happened. You’re nothing to me." Maeve leaves without another word. She slams the door. She flinches, knowing you hate that.

Maeve goes home to drink. Homelander repeatedly asks her what’s wrong, but she just responds with "nothing, just having a drink." Eventually, he goes to his own room, leaving Maeve alone in her Vought-provided room. Maeve wants to cry, but she knows he is listening to her, so she continues drowning her sorrows.

Years pass. Queen Maeve is inescapable for you. She’s everywhere. You finally move on from your relationship with Margaret, choosing to tell people that your ex had died. After all, Margaret was dead; she was just replaced by Queen Maeve.

You feel a bittersweet feeling when you see Homelander and Maeve broke up because he was sleeping around. You felt a little bad for her. Getting cheated on sucked. You moved through your life unbothered. That is until she was outed by Homelander as a "lesbian," and then he name-dropped you as her girlfriend. For a moment, Maeve was visibly shocked, but her face quickly reverted to a painfully fake smile. He said your first and last name. You realized that you had also been outed to anyone in your life that would put two and two together.

The next couple of days your phone rang and rang and rang. Family members calling you. Friends calling you. Co-workers. Random numbers. They all wanted the same thing. The hot gossip on your relationship with Maeve. You got a few nasty emails and direct messages on social media from anonymous accounts that were telling you that you and Queen Maeve would rot in hell for your sins, and a few threats from people that were convinced you corrupted Maeve. You had to take some personal time from work. Maeve eventually showed up at your apartment.

"We need to talk." The last time she said those words to you, she practically tore your heart out of your chest. This time she didn’t wait for you to let her in; she just pushed past you. Just like the last time, she takes in your apartment. You had gotten quite a few upgrades for the apartment.

"Are you here because of the talk show from the other day?" You ask; if you weren’t irritated by the situation, your voice would likely sound sad. "Yes," is all Maeve says. So she’s not really here for you. She’s not here to apologize.

"Well, you can feel free to leave; I’m not a boy, remember?" The words are bitter when they fall from your mouth. You’re not thinking when you say it. "I don’t want you to hate me anymore. I wanted to be with you. I did, but if I stayed, I would have put you in danger."

Of course, she’s deflecting. "So you cheated for my own good? That sounds so stupid," you scoff.

Maeve becomes very serious. "Being a hero isn’t what you think. It’s not about actually helping people. It’s about being a product that can be sold and palatable for the masses." After she says this, you take a seat and wait for her to continue. "Most of the heroes are narcissistic assholes that have no business having powers. They’re dangerous, and Homelander is the most dangerous."

"Homelander? Seriously? He’s like Jesus or something?" It’s hard to believe the top hero is a monster.

"Please, believe me," she begs. Maeve begins to explain what happened with the bartender right before she broke up with you. Maeve explains everything that she can without possibly endangering you.

"Maeve, I had no idea," you tell her. "I know what I said and did all those years ago was unforgivable, but I didn’t want to risk you trying to come and find me again," she says, sitting next to you.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, "How did he find out about us?" Maeve’s brow furrows. "I’m not sure. Maybe Vought knew and had a file on you or something, and he found it, but he knows. I don’t expect you to trust me right away, but getting you in the public eye is going to be the best way to keep you safe. If the public loves you, it will look suspicious if you suddenly disappear or die. He won’t touch you right now, but this is a short-term solution." You don’t respond.

"Vought’s marketing team wants to meet you tomorrow. A car will come pick you up at 3:00 tomorrow," Maeve leaves.

[helplessautomaton]

Happy Halloween.

Going off these from my goretober prompts i am using for this month -wc: 1581 -tws: yandere, reader in pain, tortured, toxic relationships, broken bones.

also this is my first time writing for Margaret ever since my friend gave me her for the original prompt (had to switch it to accident since i had no idea what to write for bones), so hopefully i did her justice!

-Stitches: Jouno -Nosebleed: Ranpo -Accident: Margaret 

Jouno:

Lets be real here, you’re either getting the most torture sessions from this man, or!, you’re getting locked in a room for several weeks. Overall you’re not gonna have the best time in his forced “care”. 

Would he care enough to stitch you up? Hmmm, well, it would depend on how far he overdid it, but I would give this question a yes. He would be slightly uncomfortable giving the stitches realizing how far he actually went to get to this point. If you’re somehow able to tease this man I would not suggest it unless you actually want to be left out to rot. 

-

The loud ringing in your ears is only a low comfort compared to the aching pain shriving up your body. You knew the tears wouldn't heal anything but they continued to swim down your face. Jouno hit a spot on your arm rather viciously, one that made him backpedal on the rest of his torture upon you. It was a rare sight to behold, you would have laughed in a pathetic victory if the pain didn't choke you. Jouno cursed under his breath at the accident he caused, hesitatingly getting up with a deeping frown on his face ever so present. He left the room without a word, leaving you to suffer with no one to watch. It didn't take too long for him to come back with medical stuff much to your pained surprise. Crouching down next to you, he placed the first aid down, Jouno proceeded to lift you up and slouch you against the wall. He sighed, shaking his head before speaking up. “Let's get this fixed up before it becomes a bigger problem.”

He gently lifted up your more wounded arm with care, he already had an anti-infection cleaning wipe. Calmly he put it on the affected area, the sting only worsened and you tensed up greatly even more than you already had. Jouno’s frown only deepened at this reaction, giving another sigh he didn't want to make a bigger mess by moving you into the bathroom. It was eventually time to get the stitching done, Jouno started telling you sweet nothings to calm you. Stating how proud he was of you for being able to withstand this type of pain and how you compared to no other. 

Jouno finally got to the needle was trying to insert into your skin without causing more damage. The pain was still rampant, nothing was making it better, not your tears, and not Jouno. Every sting of pain clouded your mind, you didn't know how long it had been since this whole thing started. Yet nothing calmed down in your pained breaths or aching body when Jouno Announced he was done stitching you. He took notice of your reaction and turned his head, he once again left. The door to the basement opened signaling that Jouno was back, he had a long fabric in his hand. 

He started to wrap you up in the towel he brought, not wanting to get anymore blood on him and the floor. After he successfully wrapped you in a blanket, Jouno simply placed you on his lap, hugging you and continued to praise you while saying his apologies. 

~

Ranpo:

I'm curious on how you would be able to have a nosebleed that is not caused by injury, maybe it's boiling in the house you're in, I don't know. This is the part where the author tells the audience that he has never had a nosebleed.  

Let's say for the sake of this, you accidentally hit your nose or the air is really dry for some reason in october. Ranpo would be freaking out while also childishly complaining about how he has to take care of you. It probably won't be that bad, just a lot of complaining.

-

You were trying to remain calm and attend to your unfortunate bleeding that came from your nose as it trickled down your face. You were already tired and yet this was topping off the night. Hoping you had enough time before Ranpo came to check on you would be a blessing, but tonight was just not your night. Footsteps were approaching the bathroom, you quickly tried to clean the ever growing blood pouring down in a panic. Yet, no matter how hard you tried to make the bleeding less bad you ended up smearing it on your hands and face. The slightly already opened bathroom door got pushed open to its fullest. 

Ranpo was standing there with a lollipop in his mouth while you stood there panicked. He took a few seconds before complaining about how careless you were being and how you weren't even taking care of yourself correctly. He’d continue to blabber about how he had everything for you, you sighed in defeat trying not to take in his words seriously. However, his degrading words about who you were just kept on going while he was taking over what you were trying to do. He got done with fixing up your bloodied nose pretty quickly, while over doing his complaints. You let out a few tears at his harsh attempt at teasing, the night getting worse and worse at everything unraveling. Ranpo immediately stopped his complaints and got closer to you, stuck in your mind completely you failed to notice him pout. Finally he gave you a hug.

You began to shed more tears, sobbing on how tired you were of his complaints and how you didnt feel good enough. Ranpo hugged you tighter, he made his silence last longer, once the final words of pain fell out of your mouth, he spoke up. “I was just joking.”

Choosing not to speak after what was just said, you finally hugged him back out of the need to be comforted. You both ignored the smeared blood on your hands that were probably getting on the back of Ranpo's clothing. Neither of you paid any mind just resting in the comfort of each other's warmth. While his was blissful, yours was in discomfort. He snuggled up in your chest giving soft nothing apologies. 

At the end of his little blabbering, he spoke something that stuck with you for the rest of the night, “I wish you would get nosebleeds more often so we can have moments like these.” your eyes widen in a pained realization of what he ment. It's fine after all, he loves you.

~

Margaret: 

Hoo boy, let's sum it down to you got injured on a mission, that injury could’ve been avoided but simply you were caught off guard, hypothetically. Let's also say, for the sake of this, you get a broken rib or hell just a broken arm.

You get to see that softer side of Margaret you rarely ever see. she stays with you awhile, scolding you for not being careful enough. Yet, for the “you almost got killed!” berating, she compliments you for being strong. 

-

You lay down in a bed, agony coming from your chest, the pain killers you got to help the pain had yet to process in your body. The most you got was ice around the area where it hurt the most, you tried your best not to move, fearing the pain you felt. The door to your room opens, it's Margaret. You don't speak but give a small nod at her presence to avoid accidentally hurting yourself. She looks uneasy but still continues her way to your bedside, looking over you to make sure you’re okay. After getting a chair and sitting down in it, she starts to talk to you, firstly asking if you’re okay then getting into mission details with you. Margaret states how you gave her a shock, how fearful she got after how hard you got hit leading to your fractured ribs. Yet among the words she spoke of the accident during the mission, her turn of phrase hid a slight counterfeit to them. You brushed it off, taking in her worries about your current health as being genuine yet, it still felt off. It hurt to speak but you tried to slowly communicate back about mission details. 

Trying to stir the conversation to what could’ve been avoided. Margaret didn't let you get another word in, she tried to get you to rest more and that she would get you anything after you woke up again. A blanket of uncomfortability laid across your core, everything about Margarets person wasnt sitting correctly with you, she wouldn't let what was considered an accident, happen on purpose, right? She wouldn't let you get harmed for no good reason, right? You trust her right? Margaret took notice of your sudden clouded mind, trying to assure you it was okay, that you’ll be just fine. Her little smile meant so much she had to be genuine after all. Yeah, Margaret was just looking after you, so far the first person to check if you’re okay. 

“I’ll be back in an hour to see if you’re still awake, please try and get some rest.” 

She finally got up from where she was sitting and walked towards the door, her hand placed gently on the knob. She gave a slight turn to your direction. “It could’ve been avoided but I was in awe of you.” Margaret swiftly left out the door.

[writers-reach]

Could I request general fluffy relationship hcs for Marie, Margaret and Elizabeth?

persona 3, 4: fluffy headcanons! (marie, margaret, & elizabeth)

notes: spoilers for the ending of persona 4 golden

marie

writes you poems, ofc, but.... it takes a while to share them with you. she eventually does share them, though!

likes quiet dates in the privacy of your home or the velvet room, if nobody's around (which is a very, very rare occurance). likes the quiet and likes being able to cuddle up to your side without anybody seeing or judging

will absolutely control the weather for you (it's canon we see her make it sunny all golden week for yu's visit)! you wanna go to the beach or do something outdoors? sunny! want a nice, cosy movie night? soft rain!

she tones down the tsundere a bit, but still does that quick ramble of insults. this time around, however, the "insults" are more like "sillygoofycutestthingeverihopeyougetagoodnight'srest" instead of like. telling you to die.

margaret

oh girl has no idea what she's doing but tries so, so hard to make it seem like it

flirts by reading your fortune via tarot cards. somehow the upright lovers is always pulled and she's like "oooh what could that mean. mysterious..." as if she isn't being super obvious (thankfully you find it cute)

i think she'd read the grimoire to you to help fall asleep? she's just got a nice voice

she's very much not used to romance but is the type to read up on it and insist on doing stereotypical human dates (much like her brother theo, which she would never outwardly admit)

elizabeth

she's so silly. the silly meter goes up tenfold when you're around. it makes you smile, and she loves your smile, so she'll keep doing it to make you happy!!

i have this image of taking her to one of those movie theatres with an arcade in them, where after watching a movie she begged to see, you spend hours in the arcade. she spends 90% of her time trying to win you a prize from the claw machine. she fails.

she's absolutely killer at skeeball though. she accidentally broke the machine, though, so... :/

more touchy than her siblings, probably the most clingy, too. holding your arm, hugging your shoulders, placing her chin on your head, stuff like that.

100% whines when it's time for you two to part ways and tries to get you to stay.

"ah, y/n, do not go just yet! for... look at what i can do!" (cue puppy dog eyes) "are they working? are you sufficiently persuaded?"

a/n: hope u like them!!! i tried my best hehe

[tachimichishrine]

wld it be crazy of me to request smut with margaret mitchell bsd. like. idk. could be plotless -🍳

<yk what would be crazy? if I already had a margaret smut in my drafts. that's crazyyyy right. i totally didn't already have this fully planned in my head and thats the reason this came out so quickly. yeah nope that's insane. (BTW WELCOME 🍳 ANON MUAHAHA)>

"reputation"

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sugar baby! margaret mitchell x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw ; HARD bondage (shibaru) + bdsm ; oral (giving+receiving) ; masturbation (f) ; brat taming ; degradation/praise ; im getting a lil too comfy on this account so yall are gonna start seein my kinks ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; unedited mnmnmn ;

her family's reputation.

her family's reputation was the reason margaret joined the guild.

her family's reputation was the reason she had to work so hard, trying to repay all their debts.

her family's reputation was the reason she found herself at one of fitzgerald's fancy parties with the elite, rich and most posh out there, acting as though she belonged. there was once a time where she would've felt like she truly did, but that was long ago.

it was the reason she was wearing her most refined clothing, dressed up to appear as though she was still part of a family of importance when you caught her gaze from across the room.

the reason she laughed a little bit too loudly at all your jokes and quips once she found out you were truly a woman of high class, several small fortunes all available at your fingertips whenever you so desired.

the reason for the rest of this tale was a little more blurred.

you invited her over to your home often, offering her lavish gifts and meals that she hadn't experienced in ages. if you spotted a single tear in her dress, you not only recommended a tailor and seamstress to fix it up for her, but you picked out at least five similar dresses in your closet and ordered her to wear them in the meantime.

your intentions became clear after one week, when you had been shopping (and insisting you foot the entire bill) by her side and pointed out a lingerie store.

then you asked for her measurements.

you proposed it so elegantly, just like the aristocrat you were; it was an arrangement, is all. she would come over a few times a week, and you would pay off all of her family's debts. all of them. margaret couldn't say no, although she had quite a significant amount of doubts about the dignity of it all. nevertheless, you convinced her that the payments would be untraceable, simply an anonymous donation to your family from a benevolent third party. it wouldn't become a scandal unless she wanted it to be.

so, she didn't just let you take her measurements, but she also tried on any and every erotic outfit you picked out for her. some were cut-outs, her nipples bare and exposed as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with a hungry look in your eyes, while others were hugging all over her curves. however, you let her chose her favourites, and bought them in every colour imaginable. you wanted your darling to look pretty, after all.

today, she was wearing a new outfit: rope started at her neck, wrapped around in a skillful double loop that was merely tight enough to choke back any of her retorts, and trailed along the rest of her body in a spiderweb of masterful knots and patterns.

slightly tipsy, that was all she was, yet she couldn't remember what moment you'd begun taking off her clothes and turning her into modern art. margaret found you to be gentle, ever loving while you fucked her beyond her wildest dreams, but this time you called her over with a slight twinge in your voice. the drive over here felt shameful, shameful that she was selling her body for the sake of her family's reputation, but it wasn't her place to judge herself. this had been going on for so long that it felt natural to show up at your every beck and call.

"beautiful," you kept muttering over and over, almost to yourself, as you spun her around. it appeared that you recently returned from a trip in japan, where you somehow stumbled across the art. in one of the hundreds upon hundreds of rooms you had, the infrastructure was fitted with a simple hook dangling from the ceiling, reinforced so that it wouldn't collapse under the weight of a human being.

she was hanging from it, a slightly painful experience but it was distributed so masterfully all over her skin that the searing was somewhat pleasurable. what wasn't pleasurable was the overstimulation, the way you'd been looking at her for hours, touching yourself in front of her while she was restrained, unable to move even a single millimeter.

the rope was expensive, somehow— she wasn't sure where a woman of high class would go to buy rope. you'd created a collar at her neck, the remainder of the material creating a line of knots running down in between her legs, rubbing right on her dripping pussy, then up from her ass to re-attach to the neckpiece. a symmetrical zigzag of red lined both her sides, connecting right under her collarbone, above and below her tits, and her bellybutton. as for her legs, you seemed to want them as untouched and bare as possible, so you only wrapped the rope around her wrist and ankles before throwing it across the ceiling fixture.

she truly was a sight to behold, so gorgeous and naked, all for you. your initial goal was just to try it out, a new and illustrious type of bondage that was too exciting to pass on. you opted against the gag in case it ever became too much for her, but you never really established a safe word. you just assumed that she would tolerate it like the brat she was.

you'd cum twice already just watching her and fucking yourself, aided by the feeling of her squirming as she shifted attitudes. at first, she seemed to be having fun, telling you how to shift the ropes so it didn't hurt too much and enjoying the harsh hair pulling you did to get her to face upwards and allow you to kiss her loosely.

after a while, margaret got demanding, a little bitchy even. your hands stopped playing with her face and began taking advantage of your position of power, hers of powerlessness. you grabbed her tits, massaged them with greedy fingers, then seemed to get the better of yourself as you hoisted her higher so she was the right height for you to suck on them. and fuck, did your tongue work magic, impatient as always but the desperation made it feel so good. you flattened your tongue on her sensitive nipple, dipping the tip all around the bottom of her chest then let your teeth sink into her, deep. she let out a soft groan at your nibbling, biting down on her lower lip to keep quiet as you got rougher, grabbing her in between your index and thumb in order to secure her in place while you coated her in your saliva.

"fuck... so good..." you murmured at her taste, shifting to the other side while your free hand rubbed on your panties in between your own legs. "you taste so goddamn sublime, my dear. absolutely exquisite when you're all tied up for me, so patient. you'll be patient, won't y-"

"s-shut up," she breathed out, voice shaky as she tried to shift around mid-air and ease the tension in her core. she managed to rut her hips back and forth by arching her back, painfully rubbing her clit on the rope, desperate for friction.

her efforts were amusing. "now, now, sweetheart, the whole point of this is that you just relax and let me take control, no? so why do you have to be such a fucking whore and ruin it all?"

you tightened the restraints, not allowing her to do anything except breathe, if that. not to mention, you went from caressing her thighs and littering them in kisses to grabbing the end of the rope and continuing your line down her legs, completely typing them together so that her entire body was just one long line of restrained limbs. the more concerning part was that you'd gone from holding her knees apart so you could dip your fingers on her soaking cunt before you licked them clean, to sealing them shut. the wait had already been agonizing, but now you made it clear you had no plans on fucking her any time soon.

you dropped her torso, her shoulders hitting the floor and head contorted so she had no choice to look up at herself, wrapped like a fucking christmas present. you looked down at her, look both sadistic and amused, then spun her around so that she was facing the other direction.

"you know I like to hear your pretty voice, my dear margaret," you said sweetly, then smacked her ass roughly. "you know I don't like it when you hold back"— another slap —"when you open your bratty mouth to say anything except my fucking name like a good whore" — you spanked her once more — "which you are, dear. you're such a good whore, worked up and trying to get yourself off on the rope just from me sucking your needy tits." you slapped her once more, but this time you didn't pull your hand off, instead groping her from in between the tightly woven rope. she moaned, rolling herself on the floor as she tried to listen to anything you just said, but all she could think about was feeling you on her again.

"luckily, I'm in a good mood," you smiled, tying her wrists together behind her back then twirling her around again so you could look at her. you got on your knees, cradling her face in your fingertips lovingly while you pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. "you've had enough of watching me fuck myself, haven't you my dear? would you like to do it for me? would you like to fuck me, margaret?"

it felt like a trick answer, so she just waited, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers she knew you couldn't resist. you used the fact that she was suspended from her ankles at a height that allowed her head to rest flat on the ground in order to part your knees and lower your aching pussy onto her face.

she tried so hard to please you (at first, it was about the money. she was your sugar baby after all, and that was essentially the extent of your relationship. and yet, as time passed, she really did want to make you feel as good as she did when you had her laying down on your plush duvet and pillows, eating her out). before you could even lower yourself all the way, her tongue was already sticking out, reaching upwards to get you on her as soon as she possibly could.

"eager now, aren't we?" you teased for a second, halting your descent just so you could feel her breath hitting you in a feverish attempt to get your cunt on her lips for a few more seconds, then gave in with a stretched out moan. "oh... oh my fucking... mmmn... margaret... you needed me that badly, did you?"

the words stopped and the moaning begun; you didn't have any reason to hold yourself back, nor did you. she sucked on your lips so hard, bottom teeth grazing your throbbing clit while you helped by bouncing yourself on her. you grabbed onto her tits while she finally managed to thrust up into you, fucking you on her tongue with the kind of skill that felt unnaturally good.

the stimulation was wonderful, but her sobs muffled into your ass were even sweeter. she tried, so hard, to rub her thighs together while she ate you out all the way to your orgasm, but you'd learned your lesson and made them tight enough that there was frankly no point in trying. but she'd been so obedient that you figured you'd indulge your sweet darling once you finished screaming her name through your high.

you got off of her face, delicately kissing off the remnants of your cum on her cheeks. "amazing as always, my beauty. shall I return the favour?"

one yank and the whole thing fell apart— margaret fell onto the ground, still tied up with her arms bound behind her back and legs practically sewn together, but no longer hanging from the ceiling. you grabbed a knife off of the table in the corner (your safety net, so to speak) and cut off the attachments on her legs and her wrists. her torso remained bound with her tits sticking out of the circle of red rope, however, because you had thought about it a bit longer and decided you did indeed want to watch her try to fuck herself pathetically on the piece of rope tied between her thighs.

and so, you did. with her on all fours, you grabbed onto the piece of rope now loosely sticking out of the collar and yanked it. she gagged, a beautiful, needy choking noise as it simultaneously collapsed around her throat and her pussy. you eased up a little bit, but in no time your other hand was clutching a handful of her now messy hair while she tried to rub her hips on the piece of rope.

she was starting to cry again, the frustration too much to bear but not enough for her to voice her desire out loud, not letting up on her pathetic humping. you softly kissed the back of her neck, whispering into her skin that this was enough, that she could rest and you would take care of her, but she didn't seem to believe a word of it.

to show that you were serious, you flipped her on her back and stopped kneading her soft flesh in favour of kneading her gushing pussy. you intended on fingerfucking her, you really did, but she was so wet and you didn't know if you could handle letting all that perfectly good arousal go to waste. you grabbed some of the pillows you had stashed in the corner of the room, placing them under her so she would be comfortable as you went down on her, shoulders under her knees and her cunt open to you and only you.

she really did have a beautiful voice, especially when she sung your name out. high pitched, but sultry in the most gorgeous of octaves, as though she were an angel condemned to this world. she let out needy whines as she started to get closer and closer, but she was already on the edge for the past hours and it barely took a few thrusts of your tongue inside of her to have her spasm all over your face.

you laughed, scolding her briefly for not warning you but at the same time, exceedingly pleased. somehow, the ropes looked as flattering on her as the finest pieces of lingerie, and you told her so as you cut her free and kissed her softly.

"how was that, dear?" you helped her back into her dress once you'd put on your own clothes. "was I too harsh?"

she shook her head. "not at all, it was rather... fun. you really do have the most incredibly lewd ideas, though. I'm not sure how you do it," she added with a gentle tease.

you helped secure the body of her dress, tying it from the back before sliding your hands around to the front and holding her from behind. you kissed her neck up and down, taking your time as you smelled her and relished in her taste.

"I have to confess, I was hoping I could've kept you here longer, but it would've been cruel for me to deny you for that length of time. you see, as I promised, every... session, I repay part of your family's debts."

margaret was such an impatient woman. "and? why are you reminding me of this?"

you ignored the tone of her ask and laid kisses along the back of her ear. "well, they're all paid up. I put in the last payment right before you arrived today."

an awkward silence ensued, neither of you sure what to say next. thankfully, she was the one to do it.

"in that case, our arrangement... it's over."

"yes," you said solemnly. "margaret, dear, I know I called it an arrangement, but—"

"shut up."

this kind of brashness was common with her, no doubt, but what surprised you the most was her swirling around to meet your gaze and pulling you in by the waist.

"our arrangement is not over. I should still like to continue to meet you for these sessions, as you say," she stated, very matter-of-factly, like there was nothing you could do to argue her words. "will that be a problem?"

you hid your elation well, instead leaning in to kiss her deeply. "not at all. but I'm not sure how I will be able to compensate you for your time, darling."

"oh really? I could think of a number of ways. a day at the spa, a reservation at the splendid restaurant that just opened on fifth, the roses are quite expensive this time of year too..."

you giggled, picking her up so that she would be weightless as you spun her around excitedly.

"anything you want, margaret. I'll get you anything your heart desires, because all that mine wants is you."

[judasgot-it]

The Guild

Edgar Allan Poe

Scent headcanons

Margaret

Drinking morning coffee with her

[frickingnerd]

Strega & Velvet Room Attendees Masterlist

Takaya Sakaki

↳ Masterlist

Jin Shirato

Chidori Yoshino

↳ Masterlist

chidori having a crush on you - headcanons

Elizabeth

what is jealousy? - drabble

Theodore

theodore proposing to you - headcanons

[bokutosbabe]

Airys The Guild Masterlist

* ✧･ﾟ:Francis Fitzgerald

* ✧･ﾟ:Louisa

* ✧･ﾟ:Poe

poe headcanons (casual, in a relationship, nsfw)

* ✧･ﾟ:Lovecraft

lovecraft headcanons (casual, in a relationship, nsfw)

* ✧･ﾟ:John Steinbeck

* ✧･ﾟ:Lucy

* ✧･ﾟ:Margaret

* ✧･ﾟ:Mark Twain

bsd masterlist

[randoimago]

Spending time at the Chagall Cafe h/c with Margaret (nobody ever requested her?) and Dojima, please!

Spending time at the Chagall Cafe

Fandom: Persona 4

Character(s): Ryotaro Dojima, Margaret

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I am honestly surprised by the lack of Margaret requests.

Dojima

Not really used to such fancy places. He's typically stopping in at some fast food area or getting a quick noodle cup due to work when he can't make it home. If it weren't for Nanako, he doesn't know if he'd go here with you.

Dojima does enjoy the coffee quite a bit. Of course he's a coffee drinker, but the cafe has a very delicious blend. He can't help but enjoy it.

And honestly, he does enjoy being able to relax and have this date with you. Dates don't have often due to his work and also him trying to be a better father. So he would want to do something with you after you hang out at the cafe. Just so it doesn't end so soon.

Margaret

She had asked to visit someplace with a sophisticated air. You brought her to the cafe. The auroma did please her so she supposes she'll accept the location.

Doesn't know much about coffee, but the owner of the establishment is confident so she'll trust in that confidence. And in the fact that you believe she would approve of the place.

Finds that she enjoys the taste of coffee. Doesn't like it too sweet, but does enjoy the smoothness. The drinks paired with your company is a nice change of pace. She'll reward you later.

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[girlkisser13]

margaret

"when you know, you know"

pairings: stefan salvatore x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. purely fluff.

summary: stefan tells his best friend about you.

stefan sat on the edge of the salvatore boarding house’s rooftop, staring out at the sleepy town of mystic falls. the night was calm, stars twinkling above, but his mind was anything but serene. next to him, his best friend, lexi took a sip of her drink, observing him closely.

"you're awfully quiet tonight, stefan," she remarked, nudging him with her elbow.

he sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "it's... complicated, lexi."

"when is it not?" she teased, then turned serious. "come on, spill. what's eating you up inside?"

he hesitated, looking down at his hands. "it's about y/n."

lexi's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "oh? do tell."

stefan's face softened as he spoke.

“when i’m with her, i feel at peace. like all the weight of my past just fades away. she’s kind, and she sees the good in me, even when i can’t see it myself. i can be myself around her, without any pretenses. she makes me want to be better, to do better. her laugh, her smile, the way she looks at the world. i just want to be near her, always.”

lexi smiled knowingly. "sounds like someone's got it bad."

stefan shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "i don't know what it is. all i know is that i can't stop thinking about her. when I'm with her, i'm happy. truly happy, in a way i haven't been for a long time. when i’m not with her, it feels like something's missing."

lexi leaned back, her expression turning mischievous. "stefan, you're in love with her."

the words hung in the air, and stefan felt his heart skip a beat. he looked up at lexi, the realization dawning on him. "yeah," he whispered. "i am in love with her."

lexi’s grin widened. "well, what are you waiting for? go tell her!"

stefan blinked, taken aback. "now? it's late."

lexi rolled her eyes. "love doesn't wait for convenient times. go, stefan. tell her how you feel. you might not get another chance."

with newfound determination, stefan nodded. he stood up, giving lexi a quick hug. "thanks, lexi. i needed that."

"anytime, lover boy," she teased. "now go get your girl."

stefan's heart raced as he drove to your house, the words he wanted to say playing over and over in his mind. by the time he reached your doorstep, his nerves were frayed, but he knew he couldn't turn back now. he knocked on your door, his breath hitching as he waited.

you opened the door, surprised to see him. "stefan? what are you doing here so late?"

he took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. "i had to see you. i couldn't wait another second. y/n, i need to tell you something."

you stepped outside, concern etched on your face. "what is it? what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong," he said quickly. "everything's fine, actually. i just... i need you to know how i feel about you. i can't stop thinking about you. you make me feel alive in a way i haven't felt in years. i'm in love with you, y/n."

your eyes widened, your heart pounding. for a moment, there was silence. then, without a word, you stepped closer, cupping his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. the kiss was soft and tender, yet filled with all the emotions both of you had been holding back.

when you finally pulled away, you smiled up at him. "i love you too, stefan."

relief and joy flooded through him, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. in that moment, everything felt perfect. for once, the world was just right.

and stefan knew that with you by his side, it always would be.

[a-simple-imagine]

The Same but Different

Synopsis: your relationship with Sue is fun and free but things become a little more complicated when Elisabeth Sparkle joins the fray.

Pairing: Sue x fem!reader, Elisabeth Sparkle x fem!reader

Words: 5.1k+

A/N - not a lot of the substance fanfiction, huh? I could probably write more where the reason sue starts stealing time is because she feels like she has to compete with elisabeth for the reader's attention... but for now have this :)

WARNINGS - canon divergence (takes place in a universe where sue respects the balance and uses the split personality theory.). swearing and mild sexual references. cheating in a sense?? idk

The seemingly ever-lasting sparkle of moonlight delicately caresses every curve of her body. A perfect silhouette. An almost angelic glow as she straddles your hips. Running her hands gently against the soft surface of your stomach. It sends a shiver up your spine. Each move is thought out. Calculated. She's taking her time. Savouring every ounce of bare skin before going for the kill.

"I'm... I'm trying to talk to you," announced breathlessly. Her actions were deliberate and distracting. She did not care for conversation; she had other things in mind.

"I'm listening," whispered against the skin of your neck. Breath so tantalisingly warm. It makes your head spin. The feeling of her so close. So desperate.

"Sue, please." the vibrations of her hum tickle.

"I'm listening, I promise," she insists again ever so quietly. "go on,"

"I just- I was thinking we should go on a trip or something,"

"I can't," sharp pain shoots through your shoulder as she sinks her teeth in. It draws a gasp past your lips and you feel her smile. Amused with herself.

"Sue," you utter softly. An attempt to get her to stop so easily ignored as she nips at your skin. A mix of pleasure. A touch of pain. It's hard to stay focused. "maybe just a day then? next week?"

And the sensation stops. Her head falls into the crook of your neck. A loud sigh. It's a moment before she lifts to look at you. Puffy lips and glossed-over eyes. "you know I can't."

"then maybe I could come with you instead," you suggest. Slipping your hands over the curve of her hips, you pull her a little closer. She reaches for you. Thumbs brushing delicately over your cheeks. It tickles.

"you wouldn't have much fun,"

"but I'd get to spend time with you," you counter, leaning into her touch. A warm smile.

"she doesn't like strangers."

Now it was your turn to sigh. Soft but apparent. Not the first time. Probably not the last. She was a very busy woman who had to be out of town every other week and it happened like clockwork. It was amazing how committed she was to the arrangement. Never a day missed. But it didn't serve well for forming any kind of connection because she became unreachable for a week. She'll disappear. No texts. No calls. Nothing. "it's just one day,"

"babe," a much softer expression as she held your gaze. "maybe we can do something when I'm back."

"Because you have so much time in between your taping, photoshoots and interviews?"

"we're together now," her voice low, she rolls her hips into you. Keeping your head still and eyes locked on hers. "can't you enjoy it?"

"you know what I mean," your eyes flicker down. The mood was lost to the moment of rejection. It wasn't entirely her fault but you can't help but blame her. "can you get off me, please?"

There's a brief moment of pause. Her eyes search your face for an explanation before she climbs off, settling on her knees just beside you. "are you really upset?"

"let's just go to sleep," you lay down in her bed, pulling the covers up and over herself. It's a moment of undisturbed quiet before you feel the bed shift.

Maybe you had overreacted. You knew the kind of person Sue was and you can't fault her for having a sick mother. It's probably really tough to deal with. It was pure selfishness that you wanted a real moment alone with her so you figured an apology wouldn't hurt. Which is how you ended up walking up the stairs of her apartment building so early in the morning with a fresh mocha latte. It was her week away but you figured maybe you'd be able to catch her before she leaves. You knock a few times and wait. You can hear movement from inside so someone was definitely home and just taking forever to answer the door. You knock again. a little louder this time. Eventually, the door opens just as you begin composing an inquisitive message.

"Hey, so I wanted to apologise before you left" you explain shoving your phone back into its pocket. Only for your eyes to settle on a complete stranger. An older woman. Familiar and yet not. "you're not sue."

"no," replied softly. You glance around to make sure you're in the right place,

"This is ten fifty-seven Beverly Canyon, right?" you question. She nods. "weird. Sorry to bother you," you offer a smile and she just closes the door. That was strange. This was definitely her place, you've been here enough times now and never seen that lady. You probably just missed her. got up early for nothing.

It's radio silence from Monday to Sunday as per usual. You never really hold it against her. She was pretty good at texting back when she was in town. She probably just wants to focus on her mother while away. Sitting in the middle of the bed, you watch as she gets changed. "there was a weird lady in your apartment."

"huh?" she turns to you briefly as she undoes the hoops in her ears.

"I tried to catch you before you left but some lady answered. An older woman. Long black hair. Didn't say much. She seemed confused."

"Oh," Sue replied. "don't worry about it."

"was she like your aunt or something?" Sue tosses her earring down before turning to you. a small smile as she crawls up the bed. Slow and sultry, she climbs into your lap. Resting her head on one leg and putting her arms around you.

"I was thinking about what you said," Sue starts, pulling herself closer

"I'm sorry," you reply quickly. That was probably the first thing you should have done but your apology quickly slipped your mind. "looking after your mother is important and I'm just a selfish asshole."

"I was gonna say we should do something" she replies. "but I'll take the apology."

A glint of hope was quickly subdued by her proven record. You run your fingers through her soft hair. "are you serious?"

"I'll sort something out," she hums. "It's just one extra day, right?" it's hard to believe her but you take her at face value. Smile settling on your lips.

"just one night. I'll plan something- I'll even pick you up and everything."

Sue gives a dramatic gasp as she pushes herself up. "such a gentleman," she teases, a smirk as a gentle hand comes to your chest. Applying pressure so you'll fall backwards. You comply.

"gotta keep my girl happy," hand either side of your head, she is towering over you. Looking down with a smirk.

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" curious raise of her brow.

"right now you are," you reply. Reaching for the collar of her t-shirt, you pull her down towards you. "it'll be cute." whisper before your lips meet.

You try to think of something the two of you can do that would be cute but casual. It couldn't just be like getting coffee because you can already do that. Dinner was too basic too. There were movies or exhibitions but again it felt like something you could just do whenever. A few hours and done. You eventually decide to take a drive out to Joshua Tree. Wasn't your usual hang-out but it'd just be you two out and you could talk and look at the stars. And have a little picnic. And as much as doubt sat in the back of your head, you eagerly climbed the stairs to her apartment once more. A certain pep in your step. But when you knock and the door opens, it is not sue. It's the same woman as last time. You stare at her for a moment as realisation settles in your mind. "uh... is Sue here?" she shakes her head. She wasn't much for conversation. "do you know when she'll be back? This is her apartment."

"no."

"no you don't know when she'll be back or no this isn't her apartment?"

"she's away for the week," they reply.

"oh." of fucking course. "why did I ever expect anything different," the other woman just stares at you. "she's supposed to be here," and then shrugs, clearly a little confused. "do you mind if I just grab my jacket then? I think I left it here the other night?"

"I don't think-"

"Great." you kind of don't wait for an answer, slipping past the older woman. "any chance you want to drive out into the desert with a stranger? I had this whole thing planned with Sue and well, you know the rest,"

"I don't think that's a good idea- I'm just a little busy," she insists. You look around the apartment. This was definitely Sue's apartment. Everything was where you expected. Felt almost wrong being here without her. The TV was on. Half-eaten plate of food sat on the small table. You turn to her. It was almost midday.

"yeah. You look real busy," you tease continuing further into her apartment. You can hear loud mumbles of words as you focus on finding your jacket. Who knows what she's saying but it's probably just excuses or demands to leave. Why was Sue so messy? Couldn't she hang up your stuff or hand deliver it to your place? That would be nice. You eventually find your jacket tossed on the floor in the bedroom. "why aren't you ready?" you ask. Offering a smile as you reenter the living space.

"what do you mean?"

"come on, I haven't got all day, go get whatever you need," you insist, heading for the door. "we leave in ten."

You never expected her to actually listen. She was a grown woman who could make her own decisions. But now you're trapped in a car with a woman you don't know driving like two hours out of town. She is sat silently in the passenger seat staring out of the window. You wonder if you should say something? Surely this was as awkward for her as it was currently feeling for you. Maybe you were just overthinking. "I finally figured out where I know you from."

"huh?" she turns to you before adjusting her posture. A gentle smile. A warm strip of sunlight across her face.

"you're Elisabeth Sparkle, right?" it had taken a moment to figure out who she was. She looked so similar to Sue, you just assumed they were related rather than she had a superstar looking after her apartment every other week. "sparkle up life or something like that?"

"sparkle your life," she nods a little. "with Elisabeth. yes."

"oh my god," thank god you didn't mistake her for someone else or this would have been embarrassing. It's pretty cool that Sue knows someone so famous. It makes sense that she'd have some kind of connection to the industry considering her sudden breakout but Elisabeth sparkle was unexpected. "the great Elisabeth sparkle looking after an apartment every other week- stars they're just like us." she just shrugs returning to looking out the window. Not very chatty for a Hollywood star. You put on some music to help break up the tension

It's warm and dry as you pick the perfect spot. The sun wouldn't set for a little while yet. You lay out the blankets and the basket you brought along. You had originally planned to camp out with but you're not sure that'll work for Elisabeth. Sleeping in a national park with a stranger probably wasn't part of her plan today. The awkwardness of the car ride still lingers between the two of you. You don't know what to say. Small talk was never your strong suit and what you could manage had already been wasted on the car ride here.

"so how do you know Sue?" you figure that's a safe topic. The one thing that connects you. "family? friends?"

There's a moment where you think she's not gonna answer. It wasn't exactly a hard question but she seemed so hesitant to answer.

"feels like I've known her forever."

Your brow furrows. Still so vague. "so you knew her as a kid?"

"no, not really what I meant. We're just..." a shrug. "how do you know her? You're clearly quite close."

You laugh a little. "close. sure."

"Why is that funny?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "we met at a party and have been hanging out ever since."

"That's all?"

"kinda," what more did she want? You lean back on the palm of your hands. Staring out into the desert. So big. So empty.

"so you go on weird trips into the desert to see the stars with all your friends?" like going camping with friends wasn't a completely normal thing to do? You don't press the matter. It's not worth the energy.

"Well, I never said we were just friends. It's more complicated than that," you explain, glancing briefly at Elisabeth who was apparently looking at you the whole time.

"what's complicated?

She makes you laugh again. There was nothing simple about Sue. "we hang out but there's no like official label. Sue does whatever she wants and that's fine."

"you kids and your labels. It used to be so much easier,"

"Maybe,"

"I didn't even know Sue was..." Her voice trails off a little and you start to wonder if you've just outed her to Hollywood legend Elisabeth Sparkle. You didn't know if it was a secret or not. Didn't make sense that it would be.

"Anyway- what about you?" a desperate attempt to change the conversation. "married? boyfriend?"

a slight chuckle. "gosh no."

"girlfriend?" you tease,  offering a half smile. She thankfully takes it quite well. "wife, maybe?"

"no, no, nothing like that," a dismissive wave of her hand. "it's kinda always just been me."

"that's surprising," you insist. "you're literally stunning."

A much more audible laugh. "you don't have to say that."

"I'm literally just stating a fact," you explain, "nobody can deny it."

"many can and have. Happens when you get older." you don't doubt that. The world was cruel to women but Elisabeth wasn't exactly a normal case. She was a living legend with access to all kinds of resources. Not to mention the fact that she was genuinely beautiful. Perhaps one of the prettiest people you've ever met. You see a lot of sue in her.

"nooo don't be silly," you sit up a little straighter, moving so you're sat looking in her direction. "I know plenty of people who like older women and you're hot as fuck."

"I'll keep that in mind." she nods but you know she doesn't believe you as she turns away. Your head tilts a little. Watching her bring a bottle of water to her lips.

"I'm serious. I could get you laid real quick."

"oh my god," choked out through her water. You were mostly joking although you definitely know there are a great many people who'd kill to be where you are right now.

"sorry."

"It's fine." she coughs. You scramble for a napkin or something. Probably something you should have prepared.

"no, I shouldn't have said that," you reply, finding a pack of tissues. You hand them over. "it was inappropriate."

"It's fine. Honestly," Elisabeth replies, taking the tissues. Her hand brushes against yours and she smiles. A gentle smile. A genuine smile. "sweet in its own way."

It's mid-afternoon when there is a knock against the door. You ignore it. But it happens again and again until eventually give in. You weren't expecting anyone and usually delivery drivers just leave your stuff if you don't answer. This was likely either very important or a very determined Jehovah's Witness about to try and convert you. But as you open the door and see the ever-enchanting sue, it somehow feels worse. You immediately shove the door but she stops it before you can close it. "just hear me out."

"fuck off."

"I'm sorry, okay," you stop fighting her to shut the door. "it won't happen again."

"That's what you always say and then it happens again."

"It was a super last-minute decision."

"Whatever." you sigh.

"just let me in," she insists. "you know you're gonna eventually so,"

"go away."

"I got you something," tempting... and it works. With a roll of your eyes, you slowly open the door and step aside. A triumphant smile graces her lips as she saunters past. A single red rose in hand. You give her an almost bored look.

"cute,"

"I know," she hands it over. "stop pretending you're mad at me."

"I'm not pretending," you huff, twisting the stem between your fingers. Same old sue. She takes a tentative step closer. Testing your boundaries before a gentle finger lifts your head to meet her gaze.

"look at me and tell me you're not gonna forgive me then," such wide eyes paired with a hint of a pout. You want to slap her but she's right. You always forgive and forget. Caught in some stupid little back and forth. A very heavy sigh. You push her hand away.

"Whatever." mumbled as you made your way further into the apartment. Sue trails behind.

"We can do it another time- promise."

"It's fine. I ended up just going with Elisabeth."

"whose Elisabeth?" the girl asks, going straight for your fridge.

Your brows furrow. "what do you mean whose Elisabeth?"

"We don't know an Elisabeth?" she clarifies, unscrewing the top to a bottle of water. You stare at her for a moment, wondering if she's gone insane. Was she ever that normal to begin with?"

"Elisabeth sparkle? She literally looks after your apartment when you're away." she just stares back like you're the crazy one. They obviously know each other. You had a whole conversation with Elisabeth about her so why was Sue being difficult? "why are you confused?"

"Why did you go with her?" she asks, wondering back over to you. It kinda catches you off guard. At least she was no longer pretending.

"she was around and you weren't."

"so? You don't even know her." the girl pushes herself up and onto the counter next to you.

You shrug. "it was nice. We just talked for hours which is something we like never do so."

"what do you mean? We talk all the time." she brings the water back up to her lips and for a millisecond it gives you pause. Like a weird moment of deja vu.

"no we don't," you shake your head. "you hardly wanna know me outside of bed."

"you're exaggerating," and she's right. Sort of anyway. "I'm gonna make it up to you."

"When? right now?"

"I can't right now," she jumps down. "I have a shoot I need to get to, I'm already running late but I'll think of something," tapping the bottle against your shoulder, she heads for the door. "thanks for the water."

That moment never came. You kinda expected that. Neither a text nor conversation involved hanging out just the two of you. But one did come from Elisabeth during Sue's week back home inviting you for dinner to say thank you. You accept. You have no plans so why not? But now you're sat in her apartment and it's weird. It's weird hanging out here without her. Feels almost like a different place as you're sat on the couch drinking red wine next to Elisabeth. You don't normally drink wine. She had made some kind of pasta dish. It was good.

"so how is she doing?"

"you don't know?" the two of them have such a confusing dynamic. Neither will explain how they know each other. They don't seem to talk. So weird.

"We don't really get to talk," Elisabeth explains.

"I don't really know either," you explain. Half a shrug. "we barely hung out last week. She said we'd do something but guess not."

Elisabeth gives a soft hum. "interesting."

"What?"

"it doesn't matter," she replies. "I don't wanna be rude,"

"Please do," you insisted, taking a sip of wine. You'd love to gossip with the Elisabeth sparkle. Up until now, she's been very conservative with her words. Careful about what she says. Don't make any jokes.

"I just think she sounds kinda... selfish."

"I guess," selfish was one of many words that could be used to describe sue. Many more positives. Some a little less. "you get used to her blowing you off."

"Why do you put up with it?" it's hard to explain to someone who doesn't really know Sue. It's hard to explain to yourself. Sue was special. Like nobody, you had ever met before or may possibly ever meet again. Not to mention beautiful, talented and an absolute star in the making.

"because... I like her," you respond eventually. The simplest of reasons but perhaps the most important. You liked her. a lot. "I don't know. She's... mesmerising. So fun and free and interesting and I think she likes me too, in her own way."

There's a pause as she swirls the red liquid around her glass. You wonder if you've made it awkward by defending Sue. It hadn't been your intention. She drains the glass. "you deserve better." Elisabeth comments, raising to her feet.

"you offering?" you tease, following her with your eyes as she heads back towards the kitchen. There is a long moment of silence before she returns with the wine bottle in hand.

"That's not what I meant." uttered as she returned to the couch. She's a little closer now. Knee brushing against yours.

A huff of a laugh. "I know, I know," you down the rest of your wine as she pours herself a new glass. "worth a shot though, right?" you hold out your glass for her to refill.

"Better not let Sue hear you speaking like that," she replies, pouring the red liquid slowly. You watch it build within the confines of the glass.

"she wouldn't care," you shrug. "that's how the whole friends with-benefits thing kinda works. Or like situationship. or whatever- I don't know."

"before you didn't have a label. Now you have too many." Elisabeth jokes, leaving the almost empty wine bottle on the table.

"It's more that we don't have one so I'm never sure what to call it," you reply. "it's just not exclusive."

"so you see other people?" she asks. "isn't that like a new thing kids are into these days? polyamory."

An almost uncharacteristically sweet giggle. Elisabeth was older but you wouldn't exactly call yourself a kid. It was funny how she referred to anything different as being for 'kids' "You're cute," you comment. "pretty sure that's been around way longer than I have- or even you have been." who knows. "but no, we're not polyamorous. We're just not exclusive either."

"but you're dating?"

"yes and no." you take a sip of wine as you try to figure it out in your own head. It never seemed confusing until you were trying to explain it right now. "we hang out. I've kissed other people and it's fine. She's fucked other people and it's fine. Maybe we'll get to a point where that stops."

She looks at you for a long hard minute. It feels... intense. Like she was searching for something within you. Trying to figure things out. You offer a gentle smile. Glancing at the hand that now brushes against your arm. "you deserve someone who treats you like you're the most important person in the world." and you don't know what to say. You just stare into pretty eyes and she takes the queue because two hands now grace your cheeks keeping you from looking away. You laugh a little awkwardly not expecting to be so close. She'd clearly had a little too much red win.

"you're a little drunk huh," you comment, a smile that settles but you try to avoid her gaze. But it's like she doesn't even hear what you said

"maybe that's not sue." bold. clearly fuelled by her tipsy state. You've never been this close before. It was intense. A flowery scent mixed with the deep fruity accent of wine.

"Who else could it be?" she was making it sound so simple but it didn't take into account your feelings. How much you like Sue. the fun you had together. Sure, she can be flakey but she's also taking care of her sick mother. It's not like she was blowing you off to go party or something. And then her lips are on yours. Warm and a little rough. You freeze entirely. It's a brief encounter as she pulls back.

"sorry- I shouldn't have-"

"no no, it's...," You take a quick sip of wine before placing it on the table. It was an unexpected kiss... but not entirely unwelcome. "fine," hummed softly. Reaching for her, you pull her back into the kiss. It's messy. It's sloppy. And it's fueled by alcohol.

Side by side, you walk down the bustling street in the midday sun. Sue is telling you about the issue she had with a photographer this morning. You're only half paying attention. You can't stop thinking about Elisabeth. Kissing her had never been part of the plan. It had just been a mistake in the moment. Sue just wasn't giving you attention and Elisabeth was. She wanted to get to know you. It was a moment of weakness. You had ended up rushing out of there pretty quickly. You just couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"I need to tell you something," blurted out.

"okay?"

"I... kissed someone else."

"so?" she shrugged. "I don't care."

"yeah but... but this is different," you explain. Nerves settle in your stomach. She definitely wasn't about to take this well

"what do you mean?"

"it was... Elisabeth," name just a whisper as it leaves your lips. Sue slows to a stop. A man curses her out as he barely avoids crashing into her. You stop a few paces ahead. Watching as a flurry of emotions danced across her face.

"Elisabeth," she repeats. "as in Elisabeth sparkle?"

"mhmm,"

"you can't be serious," her brow furrows. "fucking Elisabeth sparkle."

"I'm sorry it just kinda happened, okay?" you explain.

"you fucked Elisabeth sparkle," she marches closer and for a minute you expect her to hit you or something but she doesn't. She just closes the distance. A creased brow settled.

"what? No. It was just a kiss," you insist, hands held up in surrender. "nothing else and I put a stop to it pretty quickly."

"Why would you fuck her?"

"I didn't," you fire back. "but it's not like I haven't seen you literally go upstairs with guys so,"

"That's different," she storms past you, continuing down the street. You quickly follow after her.

"so it's okay for you but not for me?" 

"so you did sleep with her,"

"no," she's walking so quickly, it's a struggle to keep up.

"Christ she's old enough to be your mom,"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"so you like her more than me?" she growls back, sharply turning around to you.

"I never said that,"

"what do you even see in her?" and she's off again. Marching down the street like she had a reason to be so angry. You get that they don't get along but that has nothing to do with you. "she's like old and weird and boring,"

"you don't have to be mean," you huff. Following her once more. At least she was walking slower this time. "why does she look after your apartment if you hate her so much?"

"I don't... hate her," Sue insists. "it's- it's complicated."

"How?"

"it doesn't matter how," there's a bite to her tone. She is pissed. " what do you even see in her?"

"She's just... I don't know. She's nice."

"nice? You're leaving me because she's nice."

"Why are you- I literally never said I was leaving you?" you argue. "she's nice. We actually talk to each other."

"we're talking right now." seems your normal cafe is out of the question because she turns into some juice bar. It's small and mostly empty.

"you know what I mean. She listens and everything isn't about getting to the bedroom as quickly as possible."

"so what you're saying is you don't wanna sleep with me? Okay. Got it." she marches towards the counter.

"no, see, this is exactly what I mean. Will you just listen to me for once?" you wait as the girl behind the counter greets you both with a cheerful hello. Sue orders something from the menu board. You're not in the mood for anything anymore so you go and sit down at one of two small tables. Watching as she messes with her phone as the girl makes the drink. Some green-looking thing that Sue collects with a smile before reluctantly joining you. It's silent for a moment but you figure if this is gonna be resolved, you have to be the one to do it. "I like you, Sue. I think I like you more than I have ever liked anyone but all we ever do is party and sleep together. Which is fun but there's nothing else and every time I try to have a moment you blow me off. I'm not saying we have to be exclusive if that's not what you want but what do you want?"

"you really wanna do this right now?" she huffs. She hasn't looked at you since sitting down. Just kept all her attention on her phone as she slurped the juice through a straw.

"I just... this is all getting confusing for me."

"you're the one who kissed someone else. Someone so great apparently." so sarcastic. so mean.

"you two are so alike."

"oh my god," she abruptly looks up, slamming her juice on the table. "don't ever say that to me."

"you are though," you reach for her hand but she pulls away. "you even kinda look like her."

"I don't look anything like that old hag," she bites back.

"stop it,"

"Sorry. forgot you're in love with her now." you sigh softly. Each point seemed to go entirely over her head. Whether that was unintentional or deliberate, you couldn't be sure.

"sue. stop it."

"stop what? Why did you have to tell me?"

"because I felt bad,"

"I don't care," she snaps, catching you off guard. Voice so loud in such a small space, that even the girl behind the counter looks over. You offer a polite smile. "I didn't need to know you're making out with old people in my apartment or how nice she is and how you have deep meaningful conversations or whatever the fuck you wanna say about her."

"I'm sorry, okay,"

"forget it," she jumps down from her seat, grabbing her juice. "I've gotta go anyway."

"Sue- please."

"I'll see you later."

[marvelobsessed134]

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

60s!AU based off that one in scene in Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (iykyk)

Warnings: age gap (Bucky is mid 30s and reader is 19), blowjob, degradation, praise.

Summary: Hitchhiking your way back home ends in a great way.

It was a warm sunny day in Hollywood. You were of course trying to hitchhike your way home. Just like any normal girl your age would do.

You saw a car with a man inside it and danced around, holding your thumb at trying to get him to pull over.

And he did. You jumped and squealed in joy and you walked right up to his car. He had beautiful blue eyes, medium length brown hair, and very muscular build.

You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked you up and down. “Hey, sweetheart. What’re you up to?” He asked.

You bent over, resting your arms on the rolled down window. “I need to get home, but I don’t have a ride.” You gave him a pouty look.

The man contemplated for a moment before saying, “Well get in here I’ll take you home.” Celebrating in victory, you got in the car.

Telling him your address, you put your feet up on the dashboard.

“So tell me, what’s your name, little girl?” The brunette asked.

“Y/n. Yours?”

“James. But my friends call me Bucky.”

“Bucky.” You repeated, liking the way his name rolled off your tongue. You spoke again, putting your feet off the dash, “Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

Buckys eyes widened for a moment before asking, “How old are you?���

“19.” You answered truthfully.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, “Go ahead sweetheart.”

You made quick work of unbuckling his pants, his large, hard cock springing out. Licking your lips at the sight, you took him in your mouth and began to suck him off, jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Holy fuck Y/n.” The brunette moaned, trying to focus on the road. You spat and gagged around him, massaging his balls as you did so.

He twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. With a loud groan he released his cum into your throat, and you quickly made work of swallowing it all.

“You’re such a little slut. Sucking the cock of a man you don’t even know.” Bucky chuckled.

You shrugged, “I just like what I see.”

[soullessfyodor]

Saying "I love you" in a different language

This fic makes me cringe so bad😭

fyodor,dazai,shibusawa,chuuya,nikolai,margaret,yosano

part two

FYODOR

"愛してます"

Fyodor stares at you a little confused and then smiles

"я тоже тебя люблю дорогая"

Since fyodor is in japan since whole his life he speaks japanese very well👌 so he understands everything thing that you are saying.

Now sometimes youre talking with him in japanese and he answers you in russian🫶

DAZAI

"я тебя люблю"

Dazai looks at you *blinks*

"Huh? did lice rat teach you that?"

"What? no just wanted to see your reaction"

Dazai probably speaks few words in russian, because he heard fyodor saying something in russian like "blyat" "suka" "naxui" "zatknis"

"Ok then ya lublu more you too suka😘"

SHIBUSAWA

"Ich liebe dich"

"what?"

"I said I love you in german"

"Ok."

"So?🙁"

He looked away "Same" (why is this man so cold😤)

"Same what?"

"I love you too"

CHUUYA

"ti amo"

Chuuya stare at you with blushed face

"I-i love you more ,dummy😤" he look away blushed

I saw some tiktoks of chuuya speaking italian very well so i tought it would be nice idea to add chuuya in this🤨🤔

NIKOLAI

"я тебе люблю"

Nikolai looked at you with big smile on his face

Nikolai:🤩

"Aweee моя маленька ластівко, я теж тебе люблю😘"(aweee my little swallow, I love you too)

yall pls dont kill me for nickname i was thinking about too long for this💔

MARGARET

"Je vous aime"

"eh bien tout le monde m'aime" (Well everyone loves me) margaret said with a little devilish smile on her pretty face

YOSANO

"我愛你"

"Huh?" yosano was staring at you

"I said i love you in chinese"

"Oh?" she giggled

"Then how can i say i love you more in chinese?"

[jals-stuff]

short washing machine headcanons...

How would the Mashle characters react if they found their s/o stuck in the washing machine? + personal ratings (I know, no one asked)

For Mash, Dot, Finn, Lemon, Lance, Rayne, Abel, Abyss, Wirth, Margarette, Carpaccio, Orter, Renatus, Ryoh, Kaldo.

Warnings: SLIGHT spoiler for Margarette? Other than that, none. ratings are purely subjective, please don't bury me alive.

Note: none of this is canon so some charas might be ooc, don’t take it too seriously! Might write for Domina, Meliadoul, Famin and Delisaster one day, idk

MASH...

He’s probably busy eating or making cream puffs when he hears you call for help. It isn’t common for you to do such a thing so he freaks out a little bit at first, but upon finding out the mess you’ve made while trying to empty the washing machine, he just stands there, completely dumbfounded. 

He’s a little dense, so it takes him a minute or two to figure out that you’re actually stuck. He’s never been in this situation before, therefore he’s sweating a little and panicking internally. “T-t-t-t-this is bad. I-I-I have to help them out.” 

Pulling on your legs would be a terrible idea, considering his strength, and he’s just completely clueless on how to get you out. 

Would 100% rip open the washing machine and leave you completely astonished as he does so, then pat your shoulder in a comforting way with a thumbs up. 

Overall very cute, even tried to comfort you after such a “traumatising” ordeal. 8/10.

DOT...

He thinks he’s the main character, we all know it. He’s probably checking himself out in the mirror and saying cool protagonist lines when he hears you call out for help, and suddenly, his main quest has changed!

He walks in on you, stuck head first in the washing machine, and much like Mash, he just looks at you for a bit before taking in the situation. Of course, he’s going to help you, but he needs to gloat about it first, you know it.

“Damn, how could you ever get out of here without my help, huh?” He’d just take on dramatic poses that he assumes are cool (they are not), and try to pull you out by himself. “Can’t be helped, huuuh?”

Despite all his efforts, he doesn’t manage to get you out and he just starts mumbling things about the washing machine being a worthy opponent before actually grabbing his phone and calling someone for help.

Dot is just being Dot, after all, but he’s full of good intentions. 5/10, at least you had a good laugh..? 

FINN...

Finn immediately interrupts his studying when he hears you call out for him, and he’s running like his own life depends on it! “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?!”

Upon seeing you stuck in there head first, he gets into panic mode! It isn’t completely horrible either and it’s just purely annoying to be stuck, but Finn sees it differently. If you called for help, then SURELY you must be terrified or in pain!

He’s going to pace around the room for a minute, wondering “How do I get them out? How do I get them out? How do I get them out?” before deciding that he’s going to take it step by step!

Gently guides you out of the washing machine without too much trouble and doesn’t judge you even once for it! He gives you a big hug afterwards because he’s convinced you were very scared (you weren’t, but he was)!

I physically cannot give Finn anything under 9/10. He is bebe.

LEMON...

She’s probably making a cute keychain for you when you call out for her. She will make you her utmost priority and cheerily trot up to you. “Yeeees~ what is it?”

You’re… stuck. She blushes dramatically and screams out something like “Kyaaah! Just like in those movies! You perv!” But then carefully inspect the position you’re in and how the hell you got stuck in there.

She’s going to try pretty much everything in her power, from pulling you out to switching your position and figuring out a way to painlessly get you out of there…

And eventually get you out! However, be warned: she will give you the side eye with a blush every time she sees you for at least a month and giggle. Who knows what’s going through her head?

Helpful, cute, and funny. 8/10 would recommend.

LANCE...

He’s reading a book when you call for him. He will automatically assume something bad happened (well, technically yes, but.. yeah) and quickly run to the laundry room. “(Y/N), what happened?!”

Looks down on you without you knowing. The display is pretty ridiculous and laughable, but he won’t make a sound. He’s just going to pat your back. “I’ll get you out of here.”

He’s a very smart guy, so he just has to look at the way you’re stuck for a few seconds before figuring out the most efficient way to help you, and it takes him very little time.

Will sigh and shake his head in disapproval, but internally scream when you pout at him for sighing because he thinks you’re adorable. He’s going to look away and clear his throat so you can’t see his blush.

Efficient and definitely nice, he won’t even tease you about it. He did look down on you though, 7/10.

RAYNE...

Where is he anyway? He’s taking his sweet time when you call for him, and when he does finally arrive, you’re met with his usual neutral voice. “Yes, I heard you calling the first time.”

You can’t tell, but when he walks in on you stuck like this, he gives you the look… but again, it’s probably his neutral face. How’d you get stuck in there anyway? You really can’t do anything by yourself, can you?

Much like Lance, he’s extremely smart, so he’s going to pull you out of there very quickly, and he sighs while doing so. How can you be so clumsy? It’s almost as if you did it on purpose.

He’s about to lecture you but notices that you’re very embarrassed and can’t even look him in the eyes, so his expression softens just a little and he decides not to say anything mean and just gives you a comforting pat on the head. “Don’t get stuck again, alright?”

Very thoughtful despite the cold look he gives you, efficient and nice. 8/10.

ABEL...

Abel rarely stays away from you for very long, so he was probably there when it happened and he saw you getting stuck. He also noticed how you couldn’t get out by yourself. “It appears you need some help.”

You’re now aware that he saw you and it’s just fully embarrassing, but he’s part of the clever ones, so you’re pretty sure he will help you out quickly. Or will he? He’s always been a little odd, even around you anyway.

It’s really curious to him, how you managed to get stuck that fast yet you just can’t get out by yourself. Will definitely ask if you did it on purpose while keeping a straight face and blank tone.

Gets you out in a longer time than he should’ve because he was busy trying to understand how you got in there in the first place. He won’t judge you for it, but he will absolutely bring it up around other people like it’s no big deal.

It’s nice that he was already there, did help, but embarrasses you in front of your friends. 6/10

ABYSS...

No matter what he’s doing when you call out for him or where he is, he will Acceleraise his way to you immediately! You are his top 1 priority!

He will however take a second to appreciate the display and chuckle a little bit to himself like “Hah… cute.” before actively looking for a solution because he can literally feel your embarrassment.

“How did you manage to do this?” He mumbles, and makes sure that you aren’t hurt or in any pain first of all. He will 100% reassure you through the whole process!

Abyss is smart and will get you out quickly and without making fun of you. Unlike Abel, he won’t mention it around anyone else, and makes a self note: needs to buy a bigger washing machine so you don’t get stuck again.

Sweet and efficient, very nice and comforting. 10/10, would get stuck again.

WIRTH...

He’s training and trying to improve his capacities when you call out for him. He’s used to you getting into such and such situations, so he just takes his time now. “What is it this time, (Y/N)?”

A bit dumbfounded when he sees the way you’ve managed to get stuck, will crackle up in laughter because as used as he is to see stuff like that with you, it always manages to surprise him.

He’s going to keep giggling as he helps you through, and you just wish you could wipe that smirk off his face but you can’t really do anything and just wait for him to help.

He even hesitates and feels like he should leave you like that, but he doesn’t want you to be upset at him, so he will get you out pretty easily and tease you about it later on. “Aww, c’mon, don’t sulk now~!”

Kind of a jerk, but in a lovable way. You need to find something to tease him back with, 7/10 though.

MARGARETTE...

They’re probably rehearsing or composing another one of these musical masterpieces to play on the piano when their beloved calls out for help. 

They’ll gently chuckle and crouch down next to you. “Oh my! How’d you get in such a situation, dear?” Their arms are a little too bulky to reach out for you from the outside, so they’ll shift into their true form and easily reach for your shoulders so they can pull you out!

Margarette is one of the smart characters and will get you out of the washing machine in no time, very gently and gracefully, making sure you don’t get hurt or anything in the process.

Will give you a hug and gentle pats on the head to comfort you. “There, there~.” They won’t tease you about it nor make fun, but will definitely chuckle a little upon remembering it.

A mother figure, very nice and gentle. Cannot wait to hear the masterpiece they were busy composing, 10/10.

CARPACCIO...

He’s experimenting on lab rats and seems very engrossed with his occupation, so it will take him a little bit of time to hear you calling out for him.

Freezes when he sees you stuck head first inside the washing machine and stares blankly without a word for way longer than necessary. He’s got a little smirk and his lower eyelids rise up in amusement.

“Heh.” is all you can hear before he makes his way towards you and inspects you while he considers leaving you like this for a bit longer because it sure as hell is funny for him. But he knows you’ll be upset and he doesn’t want you to give him the silent treatment.

If he doesn’t find a quick way to get you out, he will stab his way through the washing machine (and give you a good scare as he does that) to free you! Terrifyingly sweet, he’s just staring with a very slight smirk and you know he will tease you about it.

Mean but at least he helped you out. You got scared for your life even though you know he wouldn’t hurt you. 7/10

ORTER...

He’s reading a book and he’s sure as hell he heard you call for him. He will carefully put down his book and look for the source of the muffled cry he just heard.

Despite being quite the jerk around others, Orter is a mature man, and he isn’t going to make any snarky remarks or make fun of you. He will sigh upon seeing you squirm, crouching next to you to check the mess you’ve been making.

“Calm down. If you’ve managed to find a way in, there’s obviously a way out.” Very rational throughout the whole process and effectively gets you out of the washing machine, inspecting you afterwards to make sure you aren’t hurt.

Much like Abyss, he will make a mental note to buy a larger washing machine, and kindly help you back up without teasing you or ever bringing it up around anyone else. If you apologise, he’ll tell you it’s nonsense.

Very logical and calm, efficient and polite. 10/10.

RENATUS...

Sure as hell taking a nice nap when he hears that scream of his name that could wake up the dead. He groans and stands up to lazily make his way to the laundry room.

He whistles when he sees you stuck there and gives a snarky chuckle. “Woah, just for me?” and you can physically feel your face heat up. He’s going to get closer to check the way you’re stuck and…

Whack! He’ll give your butt a playful slap before helping you out and laughing out loud at the ridiculous situation. After all, it’s not everyday that he gets to see his s/o in such an embarrassing state!

He will however stop teasing you if he sees you get uncomfortable and wrap his arms around your waist to comfort you with a softer chuckle. He might tease you later if he ever remembers this happened.

Again, jerk but in a lovable way. You need to give him that spank back tho, 7/10.

RYOH...

Like Abyss, you are his utmost priority and he will immediately drop anything he’s doing (probably admiring his reflection in a mirror) when he hears you call out for him! 

He’ll chuckle when he sees you stuck in there, and you can tell his mind is running! But there is no time for this. If Ryoh's s/o is stuck in the washing machine, he must overcome this trial!

Will get you out in a manly way (whatever that means!) and you’ll even wonder how he did it so easily, that’s how flawless his whole performance is.

He might tease you if you’re comfortable with it, winking at you way too many times and making it pretty obvious what kind of ideas he has. If you aren’t, it’s also fine, he’s just going to cuddle you into forgetting it.

Ryoh is just a W man. There’s nothing else to say, 10/10.

KALDO...

It’s good that you called him, he was about to ruin yet another perfectly fine dish by pouring an ungodly amount of honey on top of it. He will pout in disappointment but come check what’s up.

“(Y/N), dear, are you having fun in there~?” He teases with a chuckle. “Can I join?” But upon hearing your frustrated groan, he will go into thinking mode and consider his options.

His first thought is to use honey to make it easier to pull you out, but he quickly dismisses it. He will, instead, pull on your clothes to avoid hurting your skin when you get out. 

Will get you out, but your clothes are ruined, so he’ll give you his coat so you can cover up and not be too embarrassed. He might bring it up later and pretend he forgot how embarrassing it was for you, but really, he just wants to tease you.

Playful and cute, but he did ruin that shirt you liked a lot. 7/10.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Assassin Part 2

Fem reader x Raphael

Warnings: alcohol/drunkenness

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The wedding had been beautiful, and the reception was a blast. But now the party was beginning to thin as guests made their way to their lodgings for the night, and you've been watching them them leave from your place on the front steps of the main house.

The benefit of having a wedding on property you own is that you don't really have to clean up all that much until morning. As such, you've been posted here, making your way steadily through your own personal bottle of champagne, for the last hour.

You take a long draw from the bottle before setting it back down. Things had been going so well.

You look up when a shadow falls over the moon.

"Oh, hey Specs." You say to your exceptionally tall friend. Donatello sits down beside you on the steps.

He picks up the champagne bottle and swishes it to see how much is left. Yup. You're drunk.

"So, what was all that about?"

You shake your head, at a loss "I have no idea."

You think back over the Wedding for the millionth time in the last hour. You'd walked down the aisle with Raphael arm in arm, and *damn* that reptile could rock a suit. You remember really hoping that the amount of formal makeup you were wearing was enough to cover the flush of warmth in your skin every time he brushed against you and the very thin fabric of your dress. It was criminal, how handsome he was.

You remember your mind drifting during the ceremony to wishes and what-ifs. You'd glanced at him while April was saying her vows. Comfort, safety, home... Gravity. The person you keep coming back to. Why was your brain suddenly checking off boxes?

When the bride was being kissed you couldn't help but look over at him once more. Your... friend? Is that what he is...? The word doesn't seem right. Enough.

D is your best friend. You know what "best friend" feels like. But Raphael... You don't know what these feelings are. You've never felt like this about anyone. This *need*. To have him close. Closer. Finding reasons just to be around him. Coming up with excuses to touch him, just to feel his skin against yours.

Every relationship you've ever been in has felt like work, but things are *easy* with Raphael. Natural. It left you second guessing yourself. Wasn't it supposed to be hard? Weren't you supposed to have to try? Was it really love if you didn't have to fight for it?

April tossed the bouquet and you were the "lucky" one. The moment it hit your hands you decided you were going to talk to him about all of this. Maybe it wouldn't completely blow up in your face. Maybe he would be willing to see where this goes. After all, the night was already so magical, maybe you could squeeze out one more miracle.

Someone had approached you, placed their hand on your arm, and asked you to dance. In the moment it took you to say, "just a sec," he was gone.

You'd looked around for a moment, completely abandoning whoever it was that had asked you to dance, and finally spotted him walking toward the house. You ran to catch up.

"Hey, where's the fire, Red?" You'd giggled as you stumbled on the uneven ground, (more than) a little tipsy.

You'd felt the sigh, more than heard it when he stopped walking, and your brow furrowed. "You okay, Bruiser?" You'd asked gently.

"Yeah..." He'd said without turning around.

"Doesn't seem like 'yeah,'" you'd observed, walking around to face him. "What's up?"

"Nothin'. 'm just tired. Gonna head in early." He wouldn't meet your eyes. You were too buzzed to notice. Instead, you saw an opportunity.

Privacy was perfect! Exactly what you needed for what you had planned! "Great! I'll come with you!" You'd chirped brightly, as he attempted to side step you. You'd touched his arm. That's all.

As your skin brushed his he turned in a flash and had you by the wrist, his expression unreadable. It didn't hurt, he'd never hurt you, but his grip was like iron, and his eyes cold as steel. You'd never seen him like this. Completely guarded.

He held your gaze, almost searching for something, before realizing what he was doing and releasing you quickly. He muttered an apology, reiterated that he was tired, and took off toward the house.

You stood there dumbfounded for several long moments, trying to process what just happened. You considered going after him, but then thought better of it. Something was wrong and it obviously had something to do with you. You being around might just make whatever this was worse. You'd spotted Splinter heading toward the house as well and decided he was better suited to tend to Raphael.

You try to think past the haze of intoxication. You can't remember doing anything that might upset him. In fact, the last time you got to actually talk was before the ceremony and things were great then. At the reception you'd asked him, practically begged him, to dance with you several times. But he was always busy with something else. With the help of your good friend Dom Pérignon, you'd practically been throwing yourself at him all evening. And every time you'd approached him he'd seemed more and more uncomfortable...

Oh.

It must be love. Because this hurts.

You'd ruined it. You'd committed the cardinal sin of catching feelings. You'd condemned yourself even more by attempting to act on them. He was pissed. You'd upset the balance, changed everything, your relationship would never be the same... and it was all your fault.

"Do you wanna hear something stupid?" You say quietly, barely able to speak over the shattering in your chest.

"Shoot," Donnie says, taking a swig from the near empty bottle.

"I think I'm in love with your brother."

Now, Donatello has never had expensive taste, and you wouldn't think an internal organ would have any opinion. But for a second there, Donnie's lungs are drinking champagne.

Coughing, sputtering, and cursing whoever first discovered fermentation, he looks down at you trying to catch his breath. It would have been hilarious if you hadn't just ruined your own life.

"And I'm pretty sure he knows and I'm pretty sure he hates me," you say, as your eyes fill with tears. "Donnie, I think I ruined everything..."

........

Less a lover, more a fighter

But I'm tired of fighting to hold on

Got too many scars to hide them

So it's easier being on my own

But you

Shoot first, draw blood, before I know

Yeah you

One shot, one touch, and I let go

How did this happen?

My walls were up and

You moved without a sound

Never imagined, like an assassin

One look to me down

Assassin - Sultan + Shepherd

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[meshla-cyarika]

I'm genuinely tweaking cuz why is it so hard to find a good ouat fic??? They're either peter pan/felix fics or just really bad ones that were made in like 2013. The struggle is real 😫