#my partner went to see if he could get a pre made one of some sort without telling me till later

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Valentines Day

Ace Trappola:

Ace wanted to play it off like he forgot the date, but then he’d be a liar and still in the doghouse. He didn’t want to get some generic Valentine’s related product, with some fake lovey dovey sentiment that he’d never say out loud in a thousand years. That would as disingenuous as lying and getting you nothing at all. He knew your hobbies and interests, so why was he suddenly at a loss for what would make the perfect gift for you?

You’re surprised to be greeted with a handful of colorful rectangular paper, ‘COUPON’ scribbled across the front of it in handing that looked slightly rushed. You were about to ask if he was spending a little too much time with Octavinelle before spotting the ‘within reason�� written at the bottom, getting the answer to your question before you had even asked.

“Yeah, you can give ‘em to me when you want me to do something for you.” He seemed rather proud of the idea, and you found it hard to hold back a laugh. This was clearly because he couldn’t find a gift that fit his standards, falling back on the tried and true ‘just tell me what you want directly and I’ll do my best to make it happen.’ It was very in-character of him, and you looked forward to the seeing the lengths he’d go for you.

Leona Kingscholar:

The holiday created such a buzz that Leona wanted nothing more than to run away from it. He didn’t care about couples, though he thought it provided an honest view of your partner depending on what they gave you. Money could go a long way if that was what your partner wanted, but what about the sentimental? The true romantic who wanted a real show of love and affection but could only receive a pre-made gift their lover had spotted while on the way home?

He doesn’t directly invite you to a night under the stars, but thankfully you speak Leona, and completely understood why he was telling you the exact place he’d be at a very specific time. You had, of course, received a beautiful piece of jewelry from him, something that represented his homeland and tied you two firmly together, but you knew there was more to him than just money.

A peaceful night spent beneath the stars awaited you, and as much as he insisted he didn’t believe in reading them, you couldn’t help but feel more connected while watching them together.

Jack Howl:

Jack had been standing outside the flower shop for nearly ten minutes now, a determined, somewhat scary, look on his face. Some of the patrons sent him wary glances as they came and went, wondering what he could possibly be glowering at when it came to pretty plants. Even standing outside a good distance away was almost too much for Jack to take, his nose twitching as the door swings open once again and his nose fills with the scent of every flower in the place.

He knew it was what you wanted; you had discussed flowers at length at one time due to a sudden sneezing fit that was caused by a particularly strong-smelling plant in the greenhouse. He knew your favorite color, the type you liked, he’d just have to get out the words and pay for them and then the deed would be done… Compared to the odors fighting for dominance in his nose right now, he could certainly handle a small bouquet with just one kind in them.

Jack stays strong, for you, for as torturous as this situation is as he stands in line with the enemy all around him, the smile on your face would be worth it (and his tail was already wagging happily at just the thought).  

[spilling-blood]

I'm over being sad about my cake I was too moody.

[whatdaikesneed]

One of the girls I broke in my early 20s is happily married to a man now. I went to their wedding! I even fucked her after the rehearsal dinner. (As hot as it is when women cheat on their partners for me, in this case they're open, and he was off with two of the bridesmaids.)

She was a trans man when we met, and "straight," meaning she only dated girls. Skinny, and little, but with some intense curves. This was before binders were everywhere, and she has absolutely gigantic tits. Great ass, too. And she had real fakeboy energy about it, she had a lot of tight and low cut shirts, like she was just daring people to call her a girl.

She started taking T while I knew her, and she got so horny about it. We got a lot closer as friends because of that: I was the only person in the group who wasn't kinda put off by how much more sexual she got in regular conversation.

We started hanging out when she did her shot every week, because she had started really sexualizing it. I started helping her do it, and she would pull her pants way down and show me her whole ass when I put the needle in. She liked seeing me get hard over her.

One time, when she'd been on it for about four months, she asked me if I wanted to see her bottom growth, and I said yeah. Her clit had gotten huge. Apparently the order in which changes happen in HRT can be pretty random, and for her, it seems like her body went full tilt on growing that clit.

She stroked it with two fingers to make sure it got all the way hard, and kept gently playing with it as I got down on my knees in front of her to get a close look. I'm sure she could feel my breath on her labia. She started stroking herself harder, then she said "fuck," like something in her had broken, and she grabbed my head and pulled me into her cunt.

That became part of the ritual. I'd come over, inject her bare ass with a drug that made her clit swell and caused debilitating horniness, then I'd suck on that clit until she came three or four times. And of course, that escalated. I'd masturbate while I ate her. Then she'd slide down to my cock and put it in her. I'd suck on her tits. She'd eat my cum.

We started skipping the shot part and going straight to fucking. Her sex drive never returned to pre-T levels. In a couple months she came out to our friends as a cis lesbian, while she was still gorging herself on my cock every Thursday.

When I had to move for work, we kept our weekly appointment via phone sex, and she kept me up to date with fresh nudes, her own and the ones girls were sending her. Somewhere in there she started dating men, too, and I guess started saying she was bisexual.

The guy she ultimately married caught us together in his bed when I was visiting her in Providence. This dude went full cuck in zero seconds flat—she made eye contact and kept riding me, and he took his dick out and started stroking to us. He came fast, and she looked at me and said "That's why you're underneath me right now."

After that she started letting her friends use him as a sex toy, and he's never been happier. I drop in unannounced and fuck her in front of him whenever I'm in Rhode Island.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Reluctant Partners (Part 1) | #LeviMonth2024 Two-Shot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.8k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, captain!reader, rivals to lovers, my attempt to fit a slowburn trope into a single piece!!!!!, sfw in this part but following-up with nsfw tomorrow ✧ comments ➼ levi month entry for august 1! this got too long, so i'm splitting it into two parts and will post part 2 tomorrow! part 2 will be spicy, just a heads up 👀 ✧ join my levi month taglist here!

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Levi Ackerman was the worst person to partner up with. He was the best at what he did, which made it difficult to feel like you were contributing anything when you were paired up with him. While he never went out of his way to make you feel like shit, it certainly didn't help that he'd take the lead and charge headfirst into a hoard of Titans on his own without bothering to listen to your protests.

It had always been this way. You were originally a recruit that was on his squad, and he seemed to have been a particular dick to you from the start. He was tough and honest with all of his recruits, but you seemed to get underneath his skin regularly, and you couldn't quite figure out why. It seemed like he was trying everything he could to hold you at arm's length, which made working with him in life-or-death situations extremely difficult, especially after a particularly close call that you had run into in which he had to scoop your ass out of trouble last minute.

You had eventually got promoted to lead your own squad, but Levi's attitude towards you only got worse instead of better. That, in addition to the fact that you developed your own beef with Levi, led to the two of you being rivals ever since.

You recalled the horror on your face when you read the upcoming assignments, seeing that you were paired up with Levi on a two-week mission outside Wall Rose to scout for a new base. A part of you was tempted to storm into Erwin's office and try to figure out what was going on through your commander's head by pairing you together.

You found out about that mission nearly a month ago, and you had been dreading it every day since due to the fact that you'd be alone with him for two entire weeks. Not only was he insufferable, but you also had to deal with the odd and annoying heat that was building up within you whenever he was around.

It was more obvious as a recruit, but you had always assumed it was due to being nervous around Levi since he was well-known as Humanity's Strongest, and you were just a recruit that barely got started with the Survey Corps. After you got promoted, you assumed the heat was due to your anger and frustration from being around him and his aloof behavior.

However, you knew the reality deep down, even if you were reluctant to admit it on the surface. The two of you couldn't stand each other, but found yourselves reluctantly attracted to one another.

You weren't venturing too far from the Walls, so the Titan threat shouldn't have been anything the two of you couldn't handle, especially once the sun set. Your destination was a castle that the Survey Corps had previously used as a base before Wall Maria fell. Your goal was to secure it so that the rest of the group could head here to prepare for their next expedition into the forest.

The castle itself was a mess. It needed a few hours of dusting, but it at least still functioned as a base, with even some spare beds being available. By the time you were finally done making it at least somewhat habitable, the sun had already gone down.

The candlelight was dim, and the flames were dancing off the walls, but it provided you enough light to be able to see without attracting too much attention from the outside. You were in a high enough area that an ambush by the Titans would be hard to miss, even if you were dead asleep.

"You take the bed by the door. You'd be too obvious of a target."

You looked over your shoulder and saw Levi leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, shooting him a scowl in retaliation for his comment.

"...relax," you said dismissively, knowing that his concern was regarding the not-so-slim possibility that you could get snatched by a Titan, or at least attract the attention of one. "The sun's gone down. They should be sedentary until morning."

You heard a quiet "tsk" come from underneath his breath, raising your eyebrow as he approached you.

"That's based on what we know from four-eyes," Levi noted. "With our luck, we'll be the ones to run into Titans that can suddenly move around in the night."

As annoying as it was, he did have a point. You barely knew anything about the Titans other than the few successful tests that Hange had been able to conduct on any that you were able to capture alive.

"Okay, well if you get grabbed, then we're even more fucked."

Levi was Humanity's Strongest, which meant that losing him would be a major blow to the Survey Corps, and the entirety of humanity as a result.

The part you didn't say aloud was that you'd also be devastated about losing him. He was a nuisance, but a part of you didn't want to imagine life without him, even if you were still just keeping each other at a distance.

"...quit arguing and just take the fucking bed by the door."

"Nah," you said, waving him off with a shrug. "I'd rather sleep further away from you."

"God dammit, _____, can you quit being difficult?" Levi growled, his deadpan expression briefly breaking into one of mild frustration. "I'm just trying to-"

You turned back towards him as you noticed him fall quiet. Levi wasn't one to get stumbled over his words, and certainly not around you—someone that he loved to constantly berate.

"Trying to what?" you asked, before quickly shaking your head to stop your train of thought. "That doesn't even matter, you are not my superior anymore."

"...that's not the point, dumbass."

You narrowed your eyes at him as you heard him quietly mutter the insult. "Then what is the point, asshole?"

Levi didn't respond, only averting his gaze, which only prompted you to obnoxiously step up to him to get in his space.

"Hello?" you beckoned to him, waving your hand in front of his face.

A small groan of annoyance escaped his throat as he swatted your hand away. "...I'm trying to protect you, dumbass."

His answer took you aback for a second, bringing up feelings of inadequacy that you hadn't felt since you had been a recruit, with his repeated insult only adding to your frustration and offense.

"Well...I don't need your protection-"

"I know."

Levi cut you off without giving you a chance to begin a tangent on why he was overreacting or being overly precautious.

"...just take the fucking bed."

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You hadn't expected yourself to be able to sleep easily, given your environment, but you hadn't expected to have been stuck tossing and turning either. It was one thing if you just got into an argument with him—that was fairly normal these days. However, his comment about needing to protect you got under your skin and you quickly found yourself ruminating about it to no end.

Frustrated and unable to sleep, you made your way over towards the bed that he took near the window. You weren't sure what you were going to say, but you had to do something to try to prove that you weren't as incompetent as he seemed to think you were.

Levi immediately looked at you over his shoulder once he heard you stepping up. He wasn't sleeping as usual.

"...did you really come over here in the middle of the night to continue this argument? Go back to bed," he muttered dismissively. "You'll just get grouchy in the morning."

"...it's not that," you mumbled quietly.

"Then what?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a tone of exasperation. "Spit it out."

You shuffled around awkwardly, trying to settle down your nerves. You felt yourself getting more and more upset throughout the night, but it felt much more intense now that you were actually confronting him about it.

"...I'm sorry if you still think I can't handle myself out here."

"...you're still hung up on that?" Levi responded quietly after a moment of silence.

He knew what you were referring to. You had screwed up as a recruit and nearly died out on the field. Levi had to come rescue you, and you had been training your ass off to try to prove to either him or yourself—perhaps both—that you were fit for the job despite that incident.

"For the record, I don't think you can't handle yourself," he noted, sitting up to face you, and noticing the small pout on your face as you looked off to the side. "Far from it. I just..."

The rest of his sentence trailed off. There were clearly things being left unsaid, and you were far too frustrated to just leave it at that.

"...you just what?"

You had expected him to come up with some bullshit excuse or dismiss this conversation altogether.

"I just don't want to see you hurt again, alright?"

His tone was laced with a subtle hint of frustration, as if he was forcing himself to acknowledge something that he pushed away for quite some time.

You blinked at him in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together, but still battling with your own feelings regarding him.

"...you mean too much to me to risk losing you to something as dumb as getting snatched out of the window by a Titan that managed to sneak up on us."

Your face was beginning to heat up at his words. It was only at this point that you remembered that he was briefly around you more when you had gotten injured, but almost immediately retreated once you had recovered. You had never really noticed it before, but he did tend to give you more attention when you were still a recruit and training under him when compared to the others.

It was blatantly obvious to anyone else that the tension between the two of you was more than just a rivalry or a passive dislike of one another. Levi had seemed to realize it the minute that you had gotten injured, withdrawing almost immediately after you were well enough to return to duty.

You didn't seem to realize it until right this moment.

By the time you looked up at him again, you saw that he was looking directly at you. The flames of the torch flickered gently in the reflection of his silvery eyes, and you felt like you were seeing him again for the first time, as someone other than who you had convinced yourself to be the bane of your existence.

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[cocobirde]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 | JOHN DORY

request. @Striped_Scheme on wattpad Requesting a JD x Reader where they've been dating since BroZone days but he kinda just left her with no goodbye and tries to reconcile and convince them to come help and save Floyd lol ("Technically we never really broke up"☝🤓) word count. 2.2k warnings. the word fuck lol. timeline. pre-trolls trilogy, pre-trolls band together. song. baby it's cold outside with some slight alterations (tell me he wouldnt. i DAREEE you.) a/n. honestly. idea was good, but my writing was not it so apologies but love u... thanks for reading lolz... probably rushed... (i do that alot in my writing how to not rush help me) no doubt ooc characters, characters will always be ooc.

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"He's gone? What do you mean gone?"

Floyd could sense your distress. Panicked voice squeaking and your eyes darting all over the small backstage area for your boyfriend, on how exactly he could've left without you catching him.

You were in front of the stage, courtesy of being the partner of a band member, which was amazing but also granted limited viewing if they went too far back. From what you did see, the expressions were a solemn mixture of embarrassment, anger, disappointment.

You barely paid attention to the fans, who were also attempting to go in the same direction as you. Getting caught up in them took a whole lot of convincing the security.

But still, you were just at the door, and you heard him through it. Where had he gone? Was he okay? He fell from a very tall place in front of a crowd of fans, which was probably more damaging to him compared to actually getting injured—but not for you.

You watched him stumble backstage, stumble.

Baby Branch hid behind Floyd, wrapping the little leaf-sewn vest around his body, looking from his older brother to you, worried.

Where's the rest of the band?

"He just left. Everyone did. The band's..." Floyd paused, sighing, "BroZone's over."

You stood confused, your brows furrowing at his words. Over? How could they be over? This was just the start of their world tour. The band couldn't just break up over one failure.

"Over?"

They weren't that fragile, were they?

You loved all the brothers; they were like your own family, but your worries were set on only one of them for the time being.

"Did J at least say where he was going?"

Floyd nodded his head but remained unsure of what your thoughts would be on his answer. He glanced down at baby Branch, who was huddled around his leg.

"He was upset, really upset," he explained. "Said he was going to go hiking to the Neverglades... alone."

The change in your face told him everything, and he was quick to extend his hands in front of him. "But John Dory always says crazy things like that, and he never goes through with them. I'm sure he probably just went up to The Point."

That did seem like a logical explanation, and it was. Floyd may not have been the oldest, but he always had reason and logic behind his smart words.

"You're right." You were still stressed, no doubt, but that calmed your fears down. "Are you guys gonna be okay?"

Floyd spared another guilty glance at Branch and nodded, offering a soft smile and urging you to go look for your lover.

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The troll tree was huge, and even with its large size, it was hard to find any area that wasn't already occupied. Trolls made sure to take advantage of all their space; it was their home, and they made the most of it.

But even with every taken, there was one place that was free from everyone else.

A special spot reserved for you and your lover.

The Point.

Little knew about the spot, and those who did ensured it remained private.

Hidden in the leaves was a branch sticking out high enough to conceal the ugly Bergen town that surrounded them and gave them access to the beautiful night sky.

You and John Dory liked to go there a lot. Whether it be dates or to blow off steam (not like that for the weirdos), if he'd go anywhere after an accident like today, he'd go there.

He was very athletic and made a show of it whenever you'd go together, carrying you up. Bridal style or pulling you up with his strong locks—the point was, you had trouble going up on your own.

It took a while—a hard struggle—but it'd be worth it to see your boy up there and cheer him up.

They couldn't just break up; they just needed their leader to see that.

"John Dory?"

You called upon reaching the top, pushing the heavy leaves out of your way, careful not to slip off the branch.

"Baby, are you here?" Your voice was soft; you didn't want to alarm him. He could be really sensitive sometimes.

That thought brought a faint smile to your face. A smile fell upon the realization that he wasn't up here. If not up here, where could he have gone?

Home?

Knowing JD, you doubted it. If this was as serious as Floyd had put it, as serious as he looked, he wouldn't have just gone home.

And so your search ensued.

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You spent days looking for him. Not a spot in the tree was untouched or unsearched by you. Somehow, the troll had just disappeared. No signs. No letters. No goodbyes.

He left you alone to suffer. Wondering where he'd gone, if he was okay, and if you guys were okay.

It was a coincidence, truly.

How on the day you reminisce when he left you without even a word explaining his sudden disappearance all those years ago was the same day you'd find John Dory on your doorstep.

"Come on, baby, could you let me in?"

"Baby?" you scoffed, remaining with your back slammed against the door in exasperation. "You lost the right to call me that a very long time ago."

One moment you were having a nice day, reading a nice book by your fireplace, enjoying the pitter-patter of rain outside, and the thunder struck, shaking you in the best way possible.

And the next...

"It's cooold..."

He whined, banging on the door desperately.

You couldn't bear to look at him; the second you already spent doing so when you opened the door was enough. He had a face that you'd never forget.

How'd he even find you?

"Go. Away." you growled.

"But it's cold outside."

You clenched your jaw, glaring at the door handle as he shook it. JD used little effort to push at the door; by the weight of it, he could tell you were against it. Not that it mattered.

He was strong; he could easily open it if he wanted to.

"You simply must go."

"Baby, it's cold outside."

If John Dory thinks a little singing is enough to serenade you, he is more of an idiot than you are already aware he is. You weren't a teenager helplessly in love with a silly musician from next door, you were grown.

Mature.

His tricks weren't going to work on you.

"The answer is no."

"But baby, it's cold outside."

He put more pressure, pushing, and you cursed for the lack of a lock on your door.

Trolls don't do locks! They don't have anything to worry about!

Except ex-boyfriend's trying to come in and ruin your life all over again.

"The welcome has been-."

"You should feel so lucky I dropped in."

You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping with your words, "So nice and warm."

He pushed the door, slipping a leg in to stop it from shutting completely, peeking a crack. You groaned and peered through it at him.

Sharp glares were directed at him, and gosh, if only looks could kill, he would've dropped dead right now.

He looked stupid.

Stupid puppy eyes with his stupid goggles and a stupid pout on his stupid face. He was soaked from head to toe, the rain falling on him more and more every second he stood outside.

My, did he look pathetic?

BANG!

He shrieked, desperation on his face and voice, jumping at the loud crash of thunder, lighting up the dark sky.

He turned back to you, singing rapidly.

"Look out the window at that storm!"

"Ugh, okay! Come in!"

His face lit up, the door swinging open, and he rushed in, soaking your carpet with rain as you shut the door behind him, slamming it hard enough that the whole house shook with force.

He glanced at you in surprise, getting a glare in return.

JD opened his mouth to speak, obviously nothing nice with the smug look on his face, and you were quick to shut him down.

"Don't."

He clamped his mouth shut, smirking and holding his hands up in defense. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Stay."

You urged with a pointed finger, walking off to your bathroom in search of a towel.

"Yes, your majesty."

You hated him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't cruel. He might've been, but you weren't. Any troll would do the same as you; offer him some refuge from the storm outside.

Returning with a towel, you didn't bother passing it to him, tossing it and smacking him right in the face.

Maybe you were a little cruel.

He reacted with a huff, taking it and wrapping it around himself, not bothering to dry himself like ordered, but more like a shelter from the cold.

"Is that how you treat your boyfriend after all these years?"

John Dory tutted, shaking his head in disappointment as he took a single step in your direction.

"Boyfriend?" you scoffed.

"I mean, technically, we never broke up."

Oh, you wanted to punch his little ugly face so bad.

"You disappearing without saying anything was us "technically" breaking up." You did air quotations with another roll of your eyes, speaking before he did, exasperated.

"Why are you even here, John Dory?"

He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what exactly to say. What could he say? He knew it was stupid of him to even come in the first place. He knew you'd be angry, upset, but not like this.

You didn't look the slightest bit happy to see him.

His smugness dropped along with his shoulders, and he took a breath.

"I need your help."

He looked dead serious. So serious.

You shook your head, your lips curling up in disbelief. "You need my help. Right." your arms crossed, "You leave, disappear off to who knows where, say nothing, suddenly come back after 20 years, and you decide you want my help?"

A short and dry laugh left you.

John Dory really was unbelievable.

"I knew you wouldn't want to see me..."

"I don't want to see you." You cut him off with a grimace, ready to say more-

He had that same desperate look.

Honestly, it brought you back. It brought you back to all those years ago, when both of you were young.

John Dory was always a terrible boyfriend, cocky and arrogant, bossy, too busy with BroZone to give you the time you needed. It hurt you. You loved him so much, and he didn't seem to always reciprocate those feelings. And each time you guys would argue and break up, he would be the first to return with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Leave me alone, John. You can't just come back and expect me to accept you. That's not how life works! If you wanna be in a relationship, you have to commit-..."

"Can you please just listen?"

He stared at you with a small pout, furrowed brows, eyes pleading into yours for you to give him a second chance. His stupid, loving eyes knew exactly how you worked. How exactly to work you.

The only difference right now was that he came empty-handed.

Nevertheless, it effectively shut you up.

"I fucked up all those years ago, I know. I fucked up leaving you. That's the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've said goodbye, apologized, invited you to come with me- I should've done something!" He ranted, "But I didn't. And I just left..."

John Dory expected you to say something. One of your snarky remarks and cut him off, tell him he's wrong or right, and degrade him on what a terrible person he is because he is well aware of it.

But he's trying.

"Baby, you of all trolls know how terrible I am at apologies," he sighed.

And you didn't bother to correct him on your name; looking at him up and down, eyes still narrowed. You were still angry, you'd probably be angry for a very long time, but for the moment... you'd put it aside.

"What do you need help with?"

His face lit up, beaming at you at your acceptance, not denying him completely, not shunning the troll out, and kicking him back into the rain. You were hearing him out.

You noticed the look and huffed, "Just because I'm asking does not mean I'm going to say yes."

"Floyd's been kidnapped."

Your expression softened, and your mouth fell open in a quiet gasp.

"Kidnapped?"

"I got a letter from him saying he got kidnapped by popstars Velvet and Veneer." He went on and explained the story about how he went to see him and help him escape, only to fail: "-The only way to free him is by singing the perfect family harmony."

You loved Floyd to this day. It'd been years since you'd last talked to him, heard of him at all, but the same amount of affection you felt for the troll remained.

"I need to get the band back together. And... I really can't do it on my own. I'm not sure if they want to see me any more than you did-."

You cut him off a lot.

"I'll help," he grinned. "But not for you. For Floyd. Don't think I've forgiven you yet."

"Yet?"

"Shut up."

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[navybrat817]

Partners in Crime

Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Implied e/xplicit s/exual content, d/runk s/ex (con-sensual), d/rinking, talk of v/iolence, p/ossessive behavior, possible soft!dark vibes if you squint, engagement, not-so-great dad, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Nick edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Welcome to my Wicked Arrangements AU! For @the-slumberparty 's April Writing Challenge (prompt in bold italics) and we'll see a few other characters down the road. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby and pre-read by @slyyywriting ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first thought that entered your mind when you woke up was that you were never drinking whiskey again. You couldn't even remember how much you had, but you weren’t going to bounce back immediately from this hangover. You tried to avoid getting drunk whenever you could. At least it wasn't at your dad's party.

Not that you stuck around for most of it anyway.

Nick Fowler, one of the most powerful men in the city and your dad's most trusted associate, was waiting by your car when you left.

"Why don't we have a real party?

A man as ruthless and dangerous as he is beautiful, there was a reason why so many wanted him on their side. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty or the kind of man to cross. Though he didn't say much to you with your dad around, it didn't stop him from eye fucking you every chance he had.

It was only natural that you wanted him.

"Sure. I could use a distraction."

"Oh, sweetheart, I'll give you much more than that."

With a groan, you cracked one eye open and then the other. The pounding headache made it difficult to see as you tried to blink away the spots in your vision. If you had to choose an equivalent to what your throat felt like, sandpaper would be the closest. At least you didn't get sick. The bed you laid in was also comfortable and the sheets kept your naked body warm enough.

You forgot about the pain in your head as the ache between your legs grabbed your attention.

Oh, yeah. That happened.

Closing your eyes, a blurred vision of tangled limbs surfaced, the blue eyes of Nick piercing through the fog.

“Knew you’d take my cock like a good girl.”

And you did over and over.

Doing your best not to move too fast, you carefully turned your head and opened your eyes again. You expected to see him sleeping beside you, but he wasn’t there. Gently touching the spot, you noticed it still had a bit of warmth. Maybe he went to the bathroom or decided to get breakfast.

It took a moment to register that something sparkled on your left hand as sunlight peeked in through the curtain. “What the hell?” you mumbled as you stared at the diamond ring on the fourth digit.

A ring that looked suspiciously like an engagement ring.

No, no, no, we did not.

“Morning, sweetheart,” a familiar voice gently pierced the air as you kept staring at your finger. "Surprised to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

You tore your gaze away to look at Nick, who had an all too smug look on his eyes.

"I don't know yet," you said honestly, clearing the scratch from your throat.

Nick hummed as he walked across the room in just his underwear. A hint of a smirk formed on his handsome face as you admired him. The black suits he normally wore hid how broad his shoulders and chest were. They also hid most of his tattoos, which you vaguely recall tracing a few with your fingers and tongue. Your gaze trailed down his chiseled abs to the front of his boxers, the throbbing ache between your thighs intensifying.

No. Focus.

"You did say too much whiskey would give you a headache," he said, handing you some aspirin and water.

You quickly took the pills with a generous gulp, the cold liquid soothing the slight burn in your throat. "Did we…?" you trailed off.

"Did we what?" he asked, running a hand through his short hair. You were pretty sure you tried to pull it while you rode him. "We did a lot of things last night, so you'll need to be more specific."

Your cheeks flamed as you held up your hand, proud when it didn't shake. "This."

He slowly ducked down and you couldn't stop the hitch in your breath as his lips touched your forehead. "Get married? No," he said, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

You could breathe a bit easier. While your dad wouldn't lay a hand on you if you married without his permission, he could and would wreck the life you tried to have beyond the bubble he put you in. Piece by piece.

"But you also said I couldn't have you unless I put a ring on your finger, so I did."

"I was kidding!" you said. No way he actually believed that.

"I took it seriously," he murmured, moving his mouth to your ear. "And it's a perfect fit. Just like my cock inside you."

"Oh, my god," you whispered.

"You said that, too," he whispered, dragging his lips down the column of your neck. The scruff on his chin left a delicious burn in its path. "I reminded you to say my name instead."

The gravel of his voice sent a shiver down your spine before you moved to the other side of the bed and out of his reach. "I need a minute," you said, feeling his eyes on you as you stood up.

"I'll be waiting."

You didn't bother to cover yourself up as you went to the bathroom, your head not spinning as much as you expected it to. Nick saw everything last night and into the early morning, so you had no shame if you watched your hips sway. Splashing some water on your face, you had no idea where to go from here. While Nick was fun and a wonderful distraction, you couldn't help but wonder if last night was a calculated move.

It wasn't a secret that your dad wanted a son to take over his empire one day. He got you instead. He should have been a good father who loved and cared for you, but he treated you as an investment. You had a good education after you chose a college from the options he provided you. The same with your job as he limited the places you could apply to.

While he didn't keep you in a cage, he certainly kept you on a leash.

Maybe if mom was still around, things would be different.

You would only take over his businesses with a man of his choice by your side. He usually only had you around his inner circle of men long enough for them to flirt and leer at you. You were certain he was prepping you for the highest bidder.

Are you that bidder, Nick?

"Why were you waiting for me last night?" you asked once you went back into the bedroom where Nick was now on the bed. "Did my dad ask you to?"

"I was waiting for you because I wanted you. I thought that was obvious," he answered, unashamedly looking you over as you joined him. He reached for you, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he touched your cheek. "And I got tired of waiting."

Nick Fowler got whatever he wanted.

"But did he ask you to?" you repeated, showing him your hand again. "And how the hell did you just happen to have a ring on you my size?"

"Your dad had nothing to do with it. I've had that ring on me and my eye on you for some time," he said, kissing your hand and drawing a gasp from you as he put you on your back. "In case you forgot, I slipped it on after you drank the rest of my Jack Daniels and gave me a lap dance in my private booth. You didn't complain."

You recalled grinding to the beat as Nick sat back and watched. He looked like a modern king on a throne as the lights pulsed around him. No one would have bat an eye if he fucked you in his VIP section.

Which he did.

"We're not actually engaged, Nick. I said I was kidding about putting a ring on my finger."

His eyes darkened as he stretched over you, his muscles rippling before his weight settled. "You said you'd be mine."

Your heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear. "You don't even know me. Not really," you said, thankful that tears didn't fill your eyes.

How could he when no one was able to get close to you?

His knuckles caressed your cheek and you tried not to lean into his touch. "Told you I've had my eye on you for some time, dulceata. I know you better than you think."

You wanted to believe he did, but could you trust a man who worked with your dad? Did he want you simply to gain access to more resources? Gain more power?

"You're manipulative."

"I prefer calculating and there isn't anything wrong with that," he said before his lips touched yours.

His kiss brought back a reminder of the pleasure he gave you, your body humming with the promise of more. The man had layers to him, but something inside you said he wouldn't hurt you. He may be more inclined to hurt anyone who hurt you.

Maybe.

"I guess you have to be in your line of work," you said, a bitter laugh escaping. It was better than crying. "But if you're serious about whatever this is, do you really think my dad will let us be together? Well, he might if he thinks he can get something from you. He does value you. Pretty sure he even likes you more than he likes me."

It didn't hurt to say that as much as you thought it would.

"I don't give a fuck what your dad thinks," he said, his handsome face gazing down at yours. "I know he thinks he can control your life, but he's in for a rude awakening. And I can promise you I would never be that kind of father to our daughter."

"Please, don't talk about us having kids," you begged. You still had too much of a headache for that, but your womb clenched of its own accord.

"Why not?" he smirked. "You're going to be my wife."

I'm not even going to argue for the time being.

"Well, I need to rest, future husband," you said before he suddenly slid down your body and parted your legs. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just looking at the pretty pussy I ruined," he said, tracing a finger along your slit. Your body quickly responded to his touch and you weren't ashamed of the small moan you let out. "Which belongs to me now. If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”

"Is that right?" you asked, clenching around nothing.

Should I beg him to fuck me or play a little hard to get?

"You know it does. And if you want to go back to sleep, go right ahead. I'll fuck you until you're stuffed with me and wake you with my tongue," he said, making your back bow as his warm breath skimmed your folds. "You'll be begging me to fuck you all over again."

Your body went pliant against the sheets. "Nick?" you breathed out. "How do I know I can trust you?" You questioned before you would allow him to distract you.

"I guess I'll have to prove my loyalty to you," he replied, his eyes dark and calculating as he looked up at you. "I'll start by killing your father".

Surely Nick doesn't mean that. Right? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[anjelicawrites]

Gonna bring my own angsty ask based on the one for the cringefail throuple I literally JUST read! What happens if thinking she was doing good, Lana tells Billy’s parents his address and so they surprise him by arriving when reader is there so Billy says she’s his partner. Awkward convo they leave but stay in Oxford for some sightseeing. They see resder with Michael kissing him and so so they barge into Billy’s home slutshaming her but Billy finally gets his courage and says shut your mouths he’s my partner too! (Or however you’ll write it) they leave and Billy’s like, they’ll never be proud of me will they? And Michael and reader come to Billy’s flat not knowing about the convo but just instantly go to hug and comfort baby Billy whose just so happy he’s got two wonderful partners 🩷 (this is very long and wordy do with this how you will I trust you 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷)

I finally managed to answer this ask. I'm sorry it took me so long El!!!

It all starts out of good intentions, like the road to Hell: Billy thought he could start mending his relationship with his family, Lana believed mom and dad would be happy to see how well adjusted Billy was in Oxford, the Washingtons wanted to check that their son was indeed doing good. No malice on anyone's part, yet the whole situation went to hell in an handful of days.

Warnings: Billy's parents aren't the best, anxiety, Billy's self loathing, crying.

Billy knew Lana had told their parents his address, he imagined they would come by one day, he didn't expect it would happen so soon, without them announcing their visit, catching you in his apartment.

He had looked at you with surprised eyes at the buzz of the intercom and looked anxious when he had told you that his parents were the ones knocking on his door. You had to take a deep breath to steady yourself: you didn't expect to meet the Washingtons, ever, you had nowhere to hide, had to leave for your classes soon and already knew they would make a face as soon as they saw your heavy make up and goth clothes.

You could see the displeasure on Mrs. Washington's face as soon as she clocked on your alternative style.

"And this is...?" Billy's dad had tried to break the ice.

Billy was a knot of anxious nerves, under his skin he could feel the tremor of his muscles: he's always hated surprises and, frankly, he felt it was too early to see his parents face to face.

"My partner." He had managed to stammer. "Do you work at the pub as well?"

You shouldn't have been proud of the way it made you feel to tell Mrs. Washington that you were enrolled in the pre-clinical branch of the Medicine department, but you were, because this woman had fucked your Billy with her expectations (her husband as well) and was judging you without even knowing you. You were playing nice in rubbing her face in the fact that you belonged to the small numbers of students admitted to this specific course, and that you were the recipient of a prestigious scholarship, your heavy make up, piercings and tattoos notwithstanding. You could have covered the Washingtons in insults, you didn't, because Billy was trying to see if he could salvage his relationship with them: one word from your boyfriend and you were ready to attack.

You loathed that you had to leave for your classes, you had noticed how tensed Billy was: if you could, you would have stayed, instead you had to rely on text messages for the whole day as your form of moral support for him.

You had told Michael, during lunch, he was worried as well, and seething already because Mrs. Washington hadn't treated you with respect.

"Billy just needs to say the word." He told you, eyes blazing behind his glasses. "Hopefully we're not going to meet them ever again. They're supposed to stay only for today." "Good." Michael had grunted.

The Washingtons had decided to stay for a couple of days, instead, to sight seen and spend time with their son. You weren't thrilled that you had to try to avoid Billy's flat as much as you could, to safeguard the budding relationship between him and them, Michael loathed them as a matter of principle and didn't want to breathe their same air. Billy, on the other hand, was cautious, but hopeful.

"They're going to stay for the weekend." He had texted the group chat. "Everything is going to be all right (or so I hope.)"

Everything went pear shaped on a sunny Saturday morning.

You and Michael needed a breathe of air from your classes, so you two decided to go for a quick lunch in a pub with a nice beer garden. You knew Billy's parents were sight seeing, neither of you imagined they would recognize you amidst the sea of students and tourists, right when you were kissing Michael.

Billy would told you later, how his parents had stormed into his apartment, right after he was finished with his shift and only wanted to relax in front of the telly. His father hadn't even greeted him, he had entered Billy's flat and told him that he was very disappointed with Billy's choice in you as a partner.

"I don't understand?" He had said, genuinely surprised. "We saw that no - good partner of yours kissing another person!" His mom had said, with sick happiness at cutting you down a few notches. "I knew they weren't the right person for you, dressed like that!"

Billy's brain had halted to a stop for a second, trying to take in the barrage of information and ignore his parent's insults to you. He knew he needed to keep calm, to say something that would calm his parents, and save your image, but they wouldn't stop taking and talking, when he needed five minutes of blessed silence.

"Michael is my partner as well!" He had shouted.

He shouldn't have said that, he should have lied to his parents, anything but the truth.

"You must be joking." His dad said. "You deserve better than that!" His mum added. "Accepting that person's indiscretions so that they wouldn't leave you the way Becky did."

That was a low blow that hurt him: he had truly loved Becky to the point he had imagined they were going to get old together.

"I don't deserve better." He said, shaking with rage. "Because I am already loved and cherished by the best people I had the luck to meet." "You don't know what you're saying." His mum retorted. "Stop repeating that!" He shouted. "All my life, every single time I had an opinion, the first thing you did was curb it! Saying that I didn't mean it, that I was wrong or ill advised! I'm an adult, I know what I want and what is better for me, you two have always done a terrible job at that!"

Both his parents had looked at him, horrified: where did their pushover son go?

"You don't scream at your mother like that!" "And you don't insult the people I love!"

Neither him, nor his parents spoke. There was nothing else to add: he wasn't going to say he was sorry, his parents weren't as well; and if they expected him to promise to leave you and Michael, they could wait for their whole lives before he even entertained the idea.

"You're making the biggest mistake, Billy." His mother hissed. "At least it's going to be my mistake." He bit back.

His parents left and he had crumbled on the floor, crying and hugging himself, broken in ways he had only been in London, when he was purposeless and an easy prey.

He's still crying, ugly, fat sobs that cancel the juggling of your keys in the keyhole.

"I just saw your parents leave, your mum gave me the dirtiest of looks..." Your words die on your tongue when you see Billy on the floor.

You don't know what just happened, you only know that he needs your help, and Michael's. Without thinking you fall by him and hug his big body one handed while you send Michael a quick S.O.S. message. Billy is too upset to move on the couch, and you can't carry him, so you curl with him on the cold linoleum, trying to soothe him with gentle words.

It takes so long for him to stop crying, and even longer to start recounting you, and Michael, with what has just happened.

"I'll never be enough." He says with his face against your chest. "I'm always going to be a failure for them. They can't see how happy I am with your two." "That's because your parents are imbeciles." Michael tells him.

If the situation weren't so dire, you'd tell Michael off, but that's not a priority right now.

"They don't want to see it." Michael adds. "And it's them who are never going to be good enough parents." You say, carding your fingers through Billy's shaggy hair. "They don't see reality for what it is, only for what they want it to be." "There's nothing you can do about it. Daft cunts are never going to change. You're leagues better than they'll ever be."

Fresh tears spill from Billy's eyes: no one has ever been this supportive. No one, not even Becky.

"The people who truly care about you, who see you for who you are, know how wrong your parents are." You murmur against his hair.

Between hiccups he begs you and Michael to hug him as tight as possible. Your arms curl around his big frame with all your strength, Michael kneels on the floor, his long arms sneak from behind Billy's torso and his hands rest on Billy's belly. Michael is not one for PDA, but he's making an exception.

"If they dare to come by again, they'll have to get through me." He warns. "Thank you for being in my life." Billy says with a broken voice. "I'm so proud of you, Billy." You tell him.

You hope his parents have already left town and that they will not bitch about this whole showdown through Lana, or they're going to get an earful, from you and from Michael.

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[curseanon]

The Issue with Eden Polycule

So I wanted to articulate my thoughts on a relationship that ive seen in fandom spaces and lots of fan art or fanfiction. I don’t have any opinions or problems with Adam/Eve/Lucifer/Lilith, but I feel like there are some implications and tropes that we should be more careful about when it comes to Eve/Lucifer/Lilith or even just Eve/Lucifer. Before getting into it though, just a disclaimer: this post is not about polycules in general. It’s not my cup of tea personally, but ship whatever you please! This post is just me rambling about my own thoughts. Feel free to have your own interpretations. ALSO! None of this justifies Adam’s behavior. He is responsible for his decisions, including his cruelty towards people, language, and his decision to essentially wage mass genocide each year. And this post isn’t to say that this relationship drama is the sole reason why he ended up doing exterminations.

1. I don’t really like portrayals that have Lucifer/Lilith (L/L) sleeping with Eve and having her cheat on Adam, especially when it takes place in Eden. I’m afraid Vivzie might have this narrative take place in HH, but doing so does a real disservice to Eve’s (and Lucifer’s if he acted alone) character by having her be willing to cheat, and also does a disservice to Adam by having him be cheated on for reasons that are probably not entirely his fault. Not to mention a lot of media where this happens often has the tone of just “haha let’s cuck Adam twice,” which comes off to me as petty and unfair. Not only is it not a funny joke, but it essentially reinforces and justifies Adam’s misogynistic tendencies later. Especially the ideas that women are promiscuous, always willing to cheat and be unfaithful. The narrative would do nothing to disprove this if BOTH of Adam’s wives did in fact cheat on him.

2. Another thing about Eden. Lilith was Adam’s first wife, literally created for the purpose of being his partner. This is also pre-Apple, meaning that Adam has no concept of right vs wrong. The way he acts, if he truly was controlling and mean and the story book wasn’t exaggerating (which I doubt), is entirely the programming of the angels and the way they tolerate or enable his behavior. Assuming we went with the theory that Adam never ate the apple, it’s the same situation with Eve if she left him and/or cheated with L/L. The way I see it, Lilith’s cheating on Adam is not justified, even if she disagreed with Adam on certain things.

3. I also want to note that cheating on one’s partner is not a justifiable punishment for Adam’s behavior. Whether pre or post apple (now assuming he did eat it), I see it as fighting fire with fire, and all it usually does is create even more hostility and problems than if the person just clearly broke off the relationship first. L/L/E runs the risk of inadvertently encouraging unfaithfulness in relationships and marriages as solutions to a problem, but this is rarely the case. As stated earlier, it only makes Adam justified in acting the way he does. And with that justification, is he really in the wrong for how he treats women? What reason does he have to change his behavior if he is right about them? I could probably accept both wives leaving him if the purpose is to justify Adam’s behavior and not just mock him, to show how morality is not just black and white and the villains sometimes have justifiable reasons for thinking the way they do. But it still seems very shallow on Lilith and Eve’s parts.

4. This part is just my opinion on L/L/E, but I don’t find the idea of Eve getting with the people who caused her to lose Eden very convincing. L/L are the reasons her and Adam were cast out of the garden and made to live for centuries laboring to survive, farming cursed ground and painfully delivering several children. Not to mention the bringing of sin and death into the world, losing Abel at the hands of his brother and Cain being cast away to wander the Earth. All the suffering she faced in life and the suffering of all of her descendants, all of humanity. Her sleeping with Lucifer makes no sense to me unless he seduced her (when she was more naive, maybe even pre-apple) intentionally, either for the purpose of hurting Adam or if he did just love her also, which makes him complicit in ruining someone’s marriage. None of this fits with Lucifer’s character, a malewife who adores his Tall Queen and comes off to me as being very loyal. The idea of open marriage is better, but Adam does not seem like the type of guy who likes to share anything, and his marriage is very clearly between Adam and Eve. That controlling personality indicated by the story book leads me to see him as likely having some jealousy and possessiveness (though not in extreme ways).

5. The only other option is Lucifer sleeping with Eve after her death and if she goes to hell, since we know Adam and Eve lived a thousand years married together on Earth, starting humanity. But I don’t see any reason for this. We need much much more information about Adam and Eve’s relationship and all four of their relationships’ to each other in general first before we can talk more about this. But until then, I don’t see any reason to break up Adam and Eve unless there’s some importance to it in the narrative. For me, I see Adam’s womanizing in heaven as a sign that Eve is probably not in heaven. And thinking that he’ll never see her again because “Hell is forever,” he eventually becomes bitter and jaded over thousands of years and decides that his relationship with Eve must be over then. Possibly the same case with Eve in hell, somehow leading up to sleeping with Lucifer. But considering she’s no where to be found with L/L and Lucifer only references her once, there seems to be zero indication of anything between them.

6. To briefly touch on the idea that once in heaven, Eve eventually left Adam because of his horrible personality and womanizing. This is still possible, but it seems like WAY too big of a personality shift to go from married and raising a family for a thousand years to suddenly being a massive asshole and a philanderer. Something must have happened that magnified all the worst aspects of his personality. There’s no way he is the same today as he was in Eden or on Earth. If he is, that’s just shitty lazy writing on Vivzie’s part and Adam is nothing but a one dimensional villain with no depth at all. Massive waste of a character with huge potential.

Tl;dr This post is already too long so I’ll just summarize everything. Although I agree that Adam is definitely an arrogant and annoying villain, Lilith and Eve cheating on adam is unjustified imo, there is no reason for Eve to cheat on Adam or leave him at all from what we can tell now, and her having any relationship with Lucifer also makes no sense considering what his choices turned her life into. But let me know your thoughts on all this, if there’s some point you want to make or a disagreement on something else!

[my-own-walker]

kit walker smut where they’re having an affair, or if you don’t write stuff like that, that’s okay :)

In A House That Isn't Mine

note: OOOOOH SPICY BITTTCCCCHHH YES!!! gotta make Y/N the cheater here tho bc kit is too kind to cheat...

summary: a disgruntled housewife, whose husband is likely already cheating on her, takes her sorrows to our very own kit walker (pre-asylum).

warnings: adultery/cheating/affair/whatever tf you wanna call it, sm*t duh,

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I was growing tired of nights spent alone. I held a cigarette in my teeth while lighting it and proceeded to take a long drag. From my seat at the dining room table, I watched the window. Headlights passed by sparingly, each one getting my hopes up. 9 pm. It seemed likely that my darling husband would not be returning home tonight.

I was married off in 1959 at the age of 20. It was pseudo-arrganed. In that, my father was friends with my husband-to-be's father. They were business partners, actually. His boy was shy of "boy" status, at 30 years old. His father worried for his unmarried child, and my father offered 19-year-old me up. How dandy.

Upon meeting Keith, I was swept away by his chivalry and coyness. He was my prince charming. My own girlish fantasies of being a wife and mothering children blinded me from what was truly happening. We married in the Spring, just after my twentieth birthday.

It wasn't even when the ring was finally slipped on my finger that things changed. It was when we began having fertility issues. Issues that, let's just say, were not my fault in the slightest. But, in his eyes, it was me that couldn't give him a child.

That was when the late nights began. The child in me that was excited to welcome my husband home, prepare his dinner, and kiss him goodnight was crushed. He increasingly spent nights away from our home in the two years we were married.

It was only fair that my eyes began to wander as well. I received no attention from my own husband, so I sought it elsewhere.

My car, bought for me by my father as a wedding present, had a small leak in the tire. As part of my daily chores, I went to go get it patched up at a local repair shop. My car was my only freedom from the hell I was living in.

The old man who answered the phone at the shop earlier in the day was not the man who greeted me when I arrived. Certainly not. This was a man my age, with soft golden curls and a lazy smile. He moved with confidence and had a piercing gaze that made my stomach flip.

He fixed my tire quickly and handed me his home phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper with a wink. Kit Walker, MElrose-3437. I assume he hadn't seen the wedding band on my finger.

It was a while before I gathered the courage to actually call this 'Kit' character. The receiver suddenly felt heavy in my hand, knowing I was doing something wrong, but it was another night in which Keith didn't care to come home from 'work.'

Seeing Kit became a regular thing. My being married was no problem for him. We fooled around whenever I felt lonely, which was essentially all the time.

And on this particular night, the feeling was too much to bear. Seeing the fifteenth car pass by with no sign of my husband, I stood and walked to the phone.

'Hello?' his low voice spoke over the line.

'Hi Kit,' I replied.

'Y/N,' he sighed. I could hear him smiling in his voice. 'How are ya?'

'Come over?' I asked, wasting no time.

'You sure I can?' he spoke lowly.

'Yes,' I uttered. I hung up the phone and rushed to the bedroom to make it presentable. If my husband saw it fit to lay in some other woman's bed, it was perfectly fine that Kit laid in ours.

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Kit arrived within the hour. He completely changed my perspective on life. The air felt lighter as soon as he entered the house. He smelled of tires and dry wood cologne. He wore a simple white t-shirt and motor-oil-stained jeans. He shut the door behind him with care and stepped further into the home, meeting me in the foyer.

'Hey beautiful,' he sighed, bringing me in for a kiss. I breathed him in. Light stubble scratched against my face as he held me tight.

I wore my flouncy floral pajama set that just barely covered my backside. The babydoll-style top was embellished with a blue satin bow, and beautiful puffed short sleeves. The shorts rode up slightly when I stretched my arms up to hold Kit tightly. It was only natural that his hands wandered downward.

‘I couldn’t wait to see you,’ I murmured into his lips. ‘It’s been too long.’ He pulled back and contorted his face.

‘Damn, it has been long, hasn’t it? Two weeks or so,’ he agreed. ‘I couldn’t wait to see you either.’ His tone turned darker as he turned his attention back to my lips.

‘Too long,’ I hummed. Kit continued to kiss me as I led the way through the foyer to the stairs. The dark wood creaked under our feet. The house was dim, with only the dining room and bedroom lights on. We ascended, lips still locked, fumbling with articles of clothing in the dark.

We arrived at my plush shared bedroom. Only my bedside lamp illuminated the space, giving it a warm pink glow. We, still locked in each other’s embrace, staggered onto the bed, knocking a picture frame off the wall. It fell onto the top of the headboard and pitched at an angle onto the floor. The glass shattered upon impact, the sound ringing out in the empty house.

I laughed up at Kit, who was positioned on top of me. He didn’t smile, though. Instead, he lurched off of me to go retrieve the broken picture. I watched as he flipped it over slowly, more glass falling out of it onto the carpet.

‘It’s your, uh, wedding photo,’ he coughed.

‘God dammit,’ I exclaimed. ‘I’ll have to get a new frame.’

‘Won’t he care?’ Kit muttered, looking up at me with concern on his brow.

‘Baby, I don’t think he’d notice if I died,’ I laughed. I stooped down onto the ground and began to help Kit pick pieces of glass out of the rug.

‘You looked so happy,’ he murmured, holding the photo. ‘With him.’

‘I suppose I was,’ I said nonchalantly, dragging the small waste bin from the corner of the room over to where the frame had broken. We both discarded the glass in our hands, Kit still holding the photo.

‘I can take that,’ I began, holding my hand out, ‘I’ll put it somewhere else.’

‘Do you still, uh, feel anything for him?’ Guilt was all over his face as he stared down at mine and Keith’s smiling faces.

'He doesn't even begin to interest me. Not even curiosity,’ I assured the curly-haired boy in front of me. I placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled the photo out of his hand with the other. ‘He could come home now and I wouldn’t even hide you.’

‘Y/N,’ he spoke.

‘I promise Kit Walker. Consider this picture an ancient relic. I only feel something for you,’ I continued. ‘He’s nothing to me.’

‘Y-you,’ he stammered, looking deep into my eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him in to kiss me again. He melted into my touch and embraced me fully, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.

My pajama shorts were the first thing Kit tore off my body. The thin fabric slid down my legs with ease. To his surprise, I wasn’t wearing anything under them.

‘Shit, Y/N,’ he laughed, before tossing his own shirt to the side. ‘You’re too much.’ His fingers slid through my wet cunt’s folds before feeling their way directly onto my clit. I moaned sharply. He worked me to my core until I was nearly screaming. Then, he pulled away, resting back on his heels.

Having no time for teasing, I sat up to Kit’s level and hooked my arms around his neck, connecting my lips with his and guiding him roughly to a laying position. I straddled his legs and worked to unbutton his jeans. I tugged them rather ungracefully off his body and threw them aside.

His large erection was prominent, pitching his briefs up. I palmed the bulge, leaning over him to pepper kisses all over his skin. He whimpered and breathed heavily. I started at his collarbones, then worked down his stomach, taking my time as I reached the hem of his underpants. I slid his white briefs down his legs and watched his hard dick spring up.

I positioned myself atop his cock and started riding him, feeling his full length hit my middle. I arched my back in pleasure and felt Kit do the same. He continued to whimper and whine.

‘Oh, yes,’ he cried.

My cunt’s walls tightened around his massive length. I couldn’t help but yell out. Before no time, I succumbed to the waves of orgasm. Still riding him, though, I was determined to get him to finish.

Within a short time, Kit came inside me. I felt his hot load spill into me as he breathed raggedly. I moved off of him and flopped down onto my side, feeling the silken sheets on my skin. My head rested on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ Kit breathed after a beat. ‘You are so divine.’

‘Just let me know when you’re ready to go again,’ I purred, propping myself up on my elbow.

‘Shit, let me get a cigarette first, woman,’ he laughed. I grabbed his face to attack him with kisses.

He surely helped me feel less alone.

+++

Idk what to say here so WAHHHHHHH

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

yang uses her vibrator hand on jaune to prepare him to take blake's cock~

Blake sat licking her lips as she watched the scene in front of her. Her head resting in the palm of her left hand, while the right hand lazily pumped the meat pillar rising from between her legs. 13 inches of solid faunus cock stood at attention, pulsing, leaking pre-cum, solid as a rock, and covered head to toe in bars. Patiently waiting for the action ahead to cease.

"GODS ABOVE, YANG STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE" a shrill masculine voice cried out

Panning her amber eyes ahead of her, she watched as her loving girlfriend, Yang, shoving their friend, Jaune's, head against the wall as her robotic arm fisted itself deep in his asshole. A loud vibrating noise could be heard echoing through the dorm.

"Quite being a pussy and shut up!" She growled, pushing her prosthetic against his prostate making him shriek once more. A splatter of white painting the already cum stained wall in front of him white once more.

Blake moaned briefly hearing Yang's authoritarian voice. Though, she wore the pants in the relationship, she did enjoy seeing Yang preparing new toys for her.

"That's enough, Yang~" the blonde brawler turn to Blake, "I think he's ready now~"

She rose from her seat slowly making her way towards the two blondes. Upon seeing her, Yang immediately went to meet her, stumbling from excitement. Instead of getting back up, she got onto her knees waiting patiently for Blake to meet her.

"Did I do good, Mistress" She panted, lilac eyes wide like a puppy's.

Blake leaned over capturing lifting her head upwards to meet hers. "You did, baby~. You did really good~" She and Yang kissed each other passionately till the raven-haired beauty pulled away, licked her partner's face, and stared deep into her eyes. "No go play, I'm gonna give lover boy here private study session~"

Yang nodded, lifting herself off the floor, she made her way to the chair Blake sat on. Quickly making herself comfortable, she started to play with herself using the same arm she probed Jaune with. Blake watched Yang for a bit bfore slowly turning her attention to the trembling boy, bracing himself against the wall. She took a moment to inspect his form. He still had on his shirt, but his pants and boxers pooled around his feet resting in the small puddle of cum that accumulated from Yang fisting his ass, which was gapping from the rough treatment. His own impressive for a male 9in cock twitched and leaked strands of cum into his underwear from the position he was in.

"OOH~, Yang really did a number on you~" She exclaimed as she ran a hand along his back

Jaune jumped from her touch, his deep blue eyes staring back at her. "Blake....please.....I...I..."

Blake shushed him with a finger, "Sh sh sh~, If you think she was bad, Your gonna love my fat faunus cock~"

She spun him around so he was facing her, and shoved him against the wall making him gasp. She lifted his leg and positioned her cock at his gaping asshole. Her eyes never leaving his. Despite his heavy pants, Jaune managed to choke out a question.

"W....Why me"

Blake smiled at his question. Rather than answer, she captured him in a passionate kiss, her rough cat like tongue scraping against his own making him groan. While she did, one of her hands snaked below and squeezed his surprising firm butt. All the while, she began pushing her cock in his ass, however, she was met with some resistance. Pulling away to look, she saw a bright light engulfing his body.

"I forget about you aura and semblance" She returned her attention to his face "Don't worry, I'll be gentle~" as she spoke, she rammed her cock deep inside Jaune making him gasp from the pain. "At first~"

Blake immediately began thrusting, contrary to her claims she was not gentle. Her movements powerful and precise, her girth stretching him more than Yang ever could, and the barbs scrapping painfully against his soft fleshy insides. Jaune screamed silently as Blake thrusted deep in his ass, tears reformed in his eyes from the pain. See this, Blake pulled him back in for another kiss, savoring his taste. He was gonna enjoy being in this relationship.

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Just wanna say that knightshade, along with Arkos, are one of my favorite ships. Also this marks the first Blake and Yang ask on this channel

[pensat-i-fet]

Support (John Stones x Reader)

**I got a request to write for Stones and then @faye01mcfc​ gave me an idea of what to write about specifically. Also, I’ve only done it twice but I’m kind of into using just one word as the title. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

Word count: 1621

Masterlist

Wattpad

John had gotten used to winning trophies in the last couple of years but the treble felt much more special. And if there was someone he wanted to celebrate that achievement with, it was you.

Some of his teammates headed to Ibiza for a pre-celebration and he joined them. It was a good time, sure. But deep down, he couldn't wait to just be with you.

"You're back!", you said surprised and ran to the door to greet him.

"Yes. I got bored of my teammates and decided to come back a bit earlier".

"Don't get bored of me now, then".

"Never".

John was obviously tired after the last couple of days, so you just had some quiet time together.

"I'll make some dinner".

"Ok. Oh by the way, we have a lot of events tomorrow so I'll leave quite early. We can meet after the parade, right?"

"The parade?", you knew there would be one, of course. But just the thought of it made you feel cold sweat on your skin.

"I can't go", you said quietly.

"Do you have work?"

"No. I just…".

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not surprised. You never come to anything with me. And I usually don't mind if football is not your thing but this is the most important moment of my career. And my girlfriend won't be there".

"It's just that…".

"Everyone gets support from their partners. But all I get is an empty seat to look at. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry".

"Do you even care about me? Do you care about my career? Sometimes I wonder…".

"Of course I do, John".

"Then show it to me!"

"It's just…I…", you didn't know how to say the words. A part of you almost wished he was just mad at you. But he was disappointed and hurt. And that broke your heart. "You're right. You deserve better".

"Wait what?"

You picked up your jacket and bag and made your way to the door.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I can't be here right now. I'm sorry I keep hurting you. You deserve someone who supports you. Not me…".

"What are you trying to say? Just stay and we can talk. Don't go".

"I have to".

John just stared at the door wondering what had happened. Were you…breaking up with him? What was going on?

He tried to give you a couple of hours to do whatever you needed to do to clear your head but was also worried about anything happening to you.

All his calls went straight to voicemail and he was getting desperate not knowing how to contact you.

When his phone rang, he hoped it was you but it was an unknown number. He normally wouldn't answer but it could be you calling from another number or something, so he couldn't risk not answering.

"Hello?"

"John? I'm Alicia".

He was right to answer then. Alicia was one of your best friends.

"Do you know where she…?"

"She's here".

"Thank God. Is she ok?"

"Sort of? I mean, she's trying to keep it together but she keeps saying that it's all her fault whenever you call and she refuses to answer. So I got your number from her phone and called you without her knowing. She's taking a shower".

"Can I go there and see her?"

"Please. I hate seeing her like this. I know how hard it's for her to open up and she ends up hurting herself more".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. She struggles so much with talking about feelings and then there's her horrible social anxiety".

Now it all made sense. But why didn't you tell him?

"Yes. Don't tell her I'm on my way, please. I'll be there soon".

He went to his car and drove to Alicia's place. All of a sudden, he felt so nervous to talk to you.

You were always so supportive whenever he mentioned his insecurities after a bad match. But…didn't you think he could do the same for you?

"Come in. I'll go to my room, she's over there".

"Thank you".

Alicia nodded before leaving you two alone to talk.

"Ali? Who is it?"

"Me".

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find why my girlfriend ran away?", he laughed, nervously.

"It's all too much, John".

"Alicia told me without knowing she did".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your social anxiety? It's that why you don't come to matches or events or anything?"

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down, ashamed. "I'm sorry".

"For what? The only thing you did wrong was not telling me. I would have understood. I'm not going to force you to do something that hurts you".

"But it's stupid. I'm like a little child. Actually, it's gotten worse. I was better as a child".

John sat down next to you and held your hand. "I'm getting worse too, you know? I left Ibiza because the plan bored me. And there will be moments that bore me at the parade too. And look at Julián! He felt so uncomfortable celebrating on the pitch because that's hard for him too. You're not the only one who goes through that and your age means nothing in this case".

"But you deserve to be supported".

"You support me. It was really unfair saying you don't. You do it in the way you can and I appreciate it so much".

You were still not sure. "But you'd be disappointed if I don't go to the parade…".

He laughed and you noticed it was a nice laugh. He wasn't laughing at you.

"Well, now I know why you can't go, I'd rather you stay home, to be honest. I'll be so worried thinking about you being overwhelmed by all the people and all that".

"I'm still sorry".

"How about this? You skip the parade and come to the dinner afterwards. It's just the players and their families. No photographers or cameras. No drunk fans. Just drunk players but we can sit away from them".

You chuckled thinking about the players you would be avoiding then.

"I could try that".

"And if you feel it's too much, we leave".

"I'd like to do that".

"Yeah?", his big smile was contagious. So you smiled back and nodded.

After your talk, you both went back home and kept chatting about why it was so hard for you to deal with certain social interactions. John couldn't relate to all of it but understood your feelings anyways.

"I wish you had told me earlier", he said.

"I wish I had too. I'm always scared of people's reactions to hearing about it but you've been great since you found out".

So the next morning, it was time to get ready for a long day. You just had to go to work like any other day. But John had all these events he had to attend. He didn't struggle like you did but was definitely tired of all of it by the time of the parade. He just wanted to go to the team's dinner and see you. Hoping you would be fine.

He had warned some of his teammates and they understood. They weren't going to bother you much but would try to make you feel welcome.

"Hey! You look stunning!"

You smiled at John. It's true that you made a bit of a bigger effort. The whole process of picking up the outfit and doing your makeup helped you forget about your nerves for a while so that was nice too.

"Thank you. Should we meet everyone?"

He nodded, leading you to the first group of teammates.

"Oh wow, you actually exist. We thought John had made you up".

You laughed while John rolled his eyes. "He was clearly hiding her because of how beautiful she is", said another one of his teammates.

"Ok, enough of this group. Let's go meet the others".

"See? Hiding her again".

Their jokes made you loosen up a bit and by the time you had met everyone, you felt slightly better.

"Do you want to come with us to have a drink?", offered Kevin's wife and you pushed yourself a little further and said yes.

"Come back if it gets too much, ok? I'll be right here", whispered John when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. And after nodding, you joined the rest of the women.

"John told you to make an effort for me, right?"

"Yes, isn't it sweet? We were just happy to finally meet you".

"It's nice meeting you too", you said sincerely. "Hopefully, I'll be able to attend matches next season and we can hang out more".

"You're always welcome. Want another glass?"

You nodded and took the glass of champagne. You weren't really into drinking but it was helping you relax.

When you joined John again, he noticed how giggly you had gotten and frowned, curious about the change.

"Had a good time with the girls?"

"Yes, they were super nice. Everyone is super nice".

"Good", he nodded and then saw you grab another glass of champagne and drink it way too fast. "Wow! Easy! You're not used to that so don't try to outdrink Jack".

"I don't think that's humanly possible".

He laughed, holding the glass for a second so you could drink it more slowly.

"It does help a bit. To feel less overwhelmed".

"That's ok. But you can't just have a bottle of champagne every time you feel anxious", he laughed and you pouted.

"Party pooper".

"We'll work on finding what helps the best, ok?"

And you nodded, looking forward to having him help you face your problems.

[cherryberry444]

december 21: winter things

prev.

❝my baby's in town and we're gonna do some winter things❞

word count: 1880 contains: childhood trauma ?, drinking

day 3

luke

the first thing i saw when i opened my eyes was rhea’s beautiful, yet irritating face not more than 3 feet away from me with a mug in hand.

“hello…” i said groggily, rubbing my eyes as she kept her composed smile.

“good morning!!” she sang happily. “drink” she said, handing me a mug.

“thanks, but can i brush my teeth first?” i said sitting up, taking the mug and placing it on top of the nook.

“fine, but just know i have a lot planned today”

“good grief” i said standing up and stretching, wincing at the ache in my lower back.

“turn that frown upside down, grinch”

i rolled my eyes, heading to the bathroom.

me, rhea and our friends sat in the living room drinking the hot coco rhea made for everyone as whatever cheap hallmark movie played on the tv. i refused to admit to her, but this was hands down thee best hot coco i had ever had in my life. don’t get me wrong, my mom makes decent coco, but it was rare we’d ever have milk, coco mix and marshmallows all at once, so it was hard for her to reach her potential. rhea even added pink heart marshmallows and vanilla syrup to make it taste and look even better. i admired her passion and attention to detail, it was one of my favorite things about her.

“well! luke and i are going to bake the christmas cookies and then we can all do the gingerbread houses” rhea announced, the others nodding or murmuring in agreement.

“i’m what?”

“you're gonna help me bake cookies, c’mon” she said, running me to the kitchen.

i didn't realize by bake she meant completely shape the cookies. it was with cookie cutters but still. it was also sugar cookies which i did not care for.

“did you get any chocolate chip?”

“yes they’re pre baked, in the pantry” she said, clearly focused on cutting the cookies.

“thank god” i said walking towards the pantry.

“aht!..focus on the task at hand” she demanded.

“mm, bossy” i said, moving my eyebrows.

“do your job before i put you on the naughty list”

“what if i want you to put me on the naughty list?” i flirted, whispering awfully close to her ear.

i felt her let out a breath. “roll the dough, asshole” she recovered quickly, pushing me away from her.

rhea

after luke & i finished letting the cookies bake, we frosted them, much to his dislike and prepared for our gingerbread house tournament. earlier this morning nina and i went out to get more christmas supplies now that the roads were better, thank god, and decided to buy three gingerbread houses for some friendly competition. the teams, of course would be nina & thalia, chris & clarisse & luke & i. the rules were that only one person could work on each gingerbread at once and they’d only be given two minutes at a time, with only 30 minutes to finish the entire house. i was a very competitive person and in it to win it, however i wasn’t so sure my partner felt the same, considering his dislike for the holiday in general. call me delusional, but i feel like as every minute goes by he warms up more to christmas slowly but surely. despite his disdain for the holiday, we made a decent team, he worked on making sure enough frosting was on the house parts for it to be stable and i worked on decorating. we ending up being the winning “couple” because everyone else’s houses were too busy falling apart to even be presentable. i squeezed luke tight, trying not to indulge in his cinnamon scent.

“see, i'm not too bad” luke said. “i know and neither is christmas, grinchy” i said pinching his cheek.

“both of you can die actually” thalia said, causing me to jump out of my trance.

“oh my god? what happened to christmas cheer?” nina asked her girlfriend, pinching her cheek as well.

“fuck all that” thalia rolled her eyes.

“oh ok..anyways time for christmas lights! everybody get ready!” nina announced excitedly.

“just know i’m eating the houses when we get back” chris said as we went to get our stuff.

“gluttony is a sin” luke joked.

“since when are you religious, brother?” chris laughs.

“oh never” luke answered.

after looking at the christmas lights around town we all went to get an entire tree and ornaments, i don’t know where the tree would go once we went home but i refused to have christmas without a tree and ornaments too!

when we got home i connected my phone to the bluetooth to accompany us as we decorated the tree. we danced around as we filled the tree with ornaments. i also fortunately found stockings with each of our initials up and hung them up over the fireplace. i was working hard to ensure this christmas would be magical and grand, especially since i had to prove luke castellan wrong.

to wind down from our hard working, christmassy day, nina bought a bottle of wine for us. it was rosé, my favorite, and we drank and ate popcorn as we watched jim carrey’s how the grinch stole christmas, one of my favorite christmas movies. they also bought beer, but i’m way too classy to drink such a thing. even when luke offered me a sip i declined.

“i don’t know how you drink that..”

“too prissy to like beer, princess?” luke teased.

“well..yeah!” i said matter-of-factly.

“i’m not surprised” he said, rolling his eyes.

“who’s being the grinch now?” he teased.

“still you”

“nahh, rhé, you’re being negative. you’re judging my christmas cheer” he says taking another swig.

“please the definition of your christmas cheer is drinking beers?”

“yes ma’am” he nods.

“that is so sad” i fake pout.

“much more simple than all the extra shit you do” he bit back.

“extra shit? like celebrating christmas??”

“yeah”

“grinch” i said with a snarl.

luke

clearly, my decision to go light by only drinking beer had been wise because rhea had had about 3 whole glasses of rosé and she was practically sloshed. my princess was no longer as preppy and classy as usual.

by now, the movie had long been over and rhea had dragged me to her bed to cuddle and watch whatever was even on the tv. i could hardly tell because she was too busy showing me her fyp on tiktok, filled with baking videos, coloring videos and edits of celebrity men. i didn’t really want to see any of that, especially the celebrities who looked nothing like me.

“lukiee you’re so warm” she slurred, nuzzling into my arm.

“someone’s a touchy drunk” i said

“i’m not drunk” she denied.

“my head’s just floating a little and i feel happy. i’m happy you're here luke” she cooed.

“you literally dragged me in here”

“not the room, the trip!” she corrected me.

“yeah.. right..”

“i just want you to have a good christmas luke”

“i don’t know why” i sighed.

“cus you hate it so much. i know there's gotta be a reason”

“there isn't one, i've always hated it”

“c’mon luke..” she said looking at me with those big brown pretty eyes that always made me melt into doing whatever she wanted.

“it’s the truth”

“yeah.. but why?” she started softly playing with my hair, making it even more difficult to not give her a real reason.

“if i tell you.. just please don't pity me and please don't tell the others ok?” i ask sincerely,

“i promise, i won’t” she crosses her fingers.

“and just know i’m only telling you because you’re drunk and won't even remember this”

“not drunk”

“right..well..” i start, letting out a sigh.

“the truth is. you know..my dad was never around. the only memories i have of him were when i was really little. it was really just my mom and i growing up” i looked over at rhea to see her listening attentively as she looked up at me, her hand on my chest, giving me courage to continue.

“my mom, she struggled mentally, she was really broken when my dad left and it was hard for her to keep a job, especially a good one. so christmas, the way you imagine christmas, i never really had. i never had a big family, we couldn't afford to do all the christmas shit cus most of it was too expensive for us. i mean, mom didn't even have a car growing up, we had to take the subway which also costs and of course i wanted to do stuff. i’d just never ask because i’d be happy enough to even have a decent meal. on christmas day, i’d get a small gift or two if i was lucky, but a lot of years it was just another day for us just trying to get by. i’d look at kids on tv or hear kids from my school talk about their christmas and would get so jealous. they would get all these fucking toys and games that i could hardly even look at for too long because it’d just upset me. what pissed me off the most were the big lego sets. i always wanted one and any time mom asked me my ideal christmas gift i’d say legos”

“did you ever get one? a lego set?” rhea asked me with puppy eyes.

i shook my head. “no, never..i’m kinda still pissed about it.” i chuckled softly. “but i know mom was doing the best she could for the situation she was in.” i pause.

“so yeah.. that's why i don't really care for christmas, i know that was a lot all at once”

“no, thank you for trusting me to tell me, luke. i’m so sorry” rhea said sincerely.

“it’s not your fault, princess”

“yeah but i’ve been forcing christmas down your throat when you have a valid reason for why you don’t like it. i’ve been so ignorant” she looks down.

“hey, you’re not ignorant. you’re my best friend and i know you’re only doing all this because you wanna see me happy” i said lifting her chin softly.

“i do”

“then keep doing what you’re doing, rhé. as much as i act as if i hate it. i’m happy to be here with you all, with you, you’re the family i never had”

“i’m glad you’re happy, luke” she smiles softly.

“i am, cus of you”

“hm, little old me?” she blushed.

“yeah, you” i smiled softly, poking her nose, her scrunching it cutely in response.

i was so enamored by her.

“i hate to ruin this cute and heartwarming moment, but i’m about to pass out in ten seconds” she admitted.

my eyes widened. “let me get up then” i said, about to sit up.

she grabbed my hand.

“stay”

“stay? rhea..”

“i see you stretching your back 24/7 just fucking sleep here” she cursed.

“hm, bossy rhea’s back..if you insist” i smirked, laying back down.

“i do” she said, pulling me even closer to her and snuggling up to me, leaving no space between the two of us.

next

[urstruly-ghst]

prom night w pre-nrc deuce + goody two shoes reader! pt. 1 !

note : this is split into two parts because i had a blast writing this scenario. despite the gifs, this is gn! reader might make a separate ver for others !

cw : gn reader, violence (it's still pre-nrc deuce!)

deuce spade

Prom night with Deuce Spade, the local delinquent, was bound to give you an earful from either side– your parents and friends huddled over you to stop you from even saying yes to his “promposal.” Sadly, their efforts were in vain, as you asked him out.

“Oh! Child, you are becoming more like that punk each second!” screamed your mother, your father sent a disapproving look your way while your friends gasped. You smiled cheekily; tea time with them is fun. Deuce sat beside you, flushed as you sweetly offered more tea in front of an enraged crowd. 

While you received an earful for even asking him out, Deuce received many threats and nagging from anyone who deemed him too “unmodest” or “unfitting” for your special night. Deuce at first scoffed; it’s an overpriced paid night where a bunch of kids sweats in their fancy suits and prissy outfits. Socials, Deuce laughs. He ain’t got time for that. He’s busy being with his baby?!

Deuce was walking down the hall, bag filled with books as per your request, when someone pulled him aside. He was shocked. First, someone pulling him is almost like a death sentence. Secondly, did they think he wouldn’t land a punch on that person’s face?

“Ah! YOU–!” The person, someone from the jocks, Deuce assumed, howled in pain as Deuce’s fist collided with his face. Deuce smiled wickedly. No one dares to touch him unless it is you. From the timing, Deuce could guess this was about prom again. 

“Next time, if there will be any, try not to disturb me, ya hear? If this is about my baby going to prom with me, let’s settle this. They’re mine, and I’m their date and boyfriend. Now, scram. Your fancy ball awaits your sweaty hands!”

The jock whimpered before scrambling to run. You peeked from the corner, feeling guilty that Deuce had to deal with these pricks who think they know you. Deuce spotted you and waved, that same wicked smile still displayed.

“Oh, babe, you’re here. Need anything?”

Even if those disasters always end with Deuce walking away victorious, with his hand circling your shoulders, he still feels bummed out that people would go to lengths to separate you from him. He would rant about this to his mom, scared your perspective of him would change after he admitted that some comments get to him. 

Deuce, while rarely had tears in his eyes, found his cheek stained with stray tears. He scoffed. How pathetic he is to cry over some comments online and in real life. However, it still hurt in a way. He knew he wasn’t the best choice as a partner, but don’t people see he is trying to be as better? Not for them, Deuce would never change for them, but for you and his dear Ma. Unknown to Deuce, his mother saw him slumped over and had half a mind to know something was wrong. While it was evident that she was still feeling gloomy over his change from a sweet boy to a gruff delinquent, she knew that her Deuce was still the same beaming boy she held in her arms.

“Deuce, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Her voice snapped Deuce from the trance he didn’t know he was in. Deuce tried to laugh it off, shrugging it as nothing, but he couldn’t. He choked up a bit. Troubles always piled in the back of his mind, but ever since your goody-two-shoes stamped on his heart, he knew that things would resurface. 

As scary as it was, Deuce let himself crumble as he clung to his dearest Ma. He won’t say it out loud just yet, because saying it would crush him too much. So he settled with his tears and hugs. 

He’ll be fine.

On the actual night of the prom, he went all out. Instead of his usual shaggy and somewhat greasy blonde hair, he washed it thoroughly and slicked it back (even though it made him recoil each time he passed a mirror). For the suit, he made sure it matched your outfit. No, he doesn’t know your outfit, but Mrs. Spade told him vague details since she accompanied you and your parents! When the grand reveal happened, he had to be restrained not to curse from the sheer shock. 

Oh, Great Seven, you are so… breathtaking. Each intricate design that spiraled around you made you look like a painting. Your eyes shone brightly, and your smile— made him feel like the first time he saw you. Is this what having a crush on your partner feels like? 

“Oh, Deuce, they look so magnificent! Come on, photo time!” Mrs. Spade spoke joyously as she scrambled to take pictures of you two. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around Deuce’s, whispering how you found him way too handsome tonight.

“Gee, Mr. Deuce Spade. So formal, and what’s the word? “Prissy” All for me? My, how am I so lucky?” Though flattered that his efforts paid off, you teased while Deuce grumbled about how ridiculous this was.

“‘Yer jus lucky, babe.”

“Language, Mr. Spade,” Your mother said; he jumped as he forgot he was in your parent’s abode. He nodded and apologized, gripping your hand for comfort. Though, both of your parents were tightlipped on how they despised that you went with him. They can see how you adored the boy, so while they hesitated, they knew this was your experience. At the same time, they grew to like Mrs. Spade, so not all is bad!

“Alright, the camera is set up! Say cheese!” Mrs. Spade announced. You adjusted yourself before looking at Deuce, silently asking for his approval of your looks. What surprised you was that he was already staring at you, fondly giving you a message in his eyes. Though, he wasn’t as sophisticated as he thought he was! His eyes drooped, a red flush on the tip of his ears, and a trembling lower lip. 

Deuce looked like those cartoony men that had heart eyes. 

“Hehe. Love ya, Deuce.”

[thebindingofpillo]

Some character development questions:

Eden gets to fight one person from any era, peice of media, or other work of fiction. Do they take the opportunity? If so who do they choose to fight and why?

How did Az meet Mary Magdelene (the first iteration)? Was he in goat form at the time or did he choose that form later? If so why did he choose that form?

Also, in reference to Maggy's flashback dream, did Yeshua specifically reference Az as the good hands he was leaving her in?

Of your characters which is most likely to cheat at card games and who figures out the cheater first? (My guess is Eden and Cain fill both roles and end up quietly reenacting the spiderman pointing meme with their body language and facial expressions)

What was Edith like pre salt lick incident? (if you have any lore on that)

Finally: what makes each member of the au happiest?

Omg these are a lot of questions so this will be suuuuuper long lmao hope you don’t mind! But I know you wouldn’t lol. Anyway.

Eden is mostly a pacifist (or calls themselves one anyway) so I don’t think they’d try to fight anyone except maybe Azazel if he got on their nerves too much. And even then, they would mostly try to intimidate him into submission. As for any historical/fictional figure…. Uuuuuh probably nobody? Their main thing is just standing in the background watching. They didn’t lift a finger to help Azazel when the Nephilim were killed so I doubt they’d take action against anyone really. They did intervene in Eve and Adam’s first life, but only to help with their farm and after that they still blended in the background. They could have helped Eve in all her various lives where she was ostracized for being a demon but they never did more than offer her shelter and sometimes drive away a couple of people.

Azazel met Magdalene when he was in goat form yes!!! I actually want to go over his backstory in the second arc of the story (and it’s also the one I’m most excited about hehehe) BUT briefly: when he got out of hell he was hella traumatised, both from his years underground at the mercy of his abusive partner and because he never really processed what happened to the Nephilim (throw in also the guilt about abandoning his daughter in hell, this man has SUFFERED) so his plan was mostly to survive amongst humans and not much else. He was also really scared about forming new connections, since every time he tried something went horribly wrong, so he chose to stay in animal form and blend into the background. Minima risk of making new friends! Life was mostly okay, until he ended up in Judas’ flock (he was a shepherd in his first life) and that’s how he started actually caring about these people. So yeah, he first met Magdalene (and Judas) in animal form BUT his first “official” introduction to Maggy happened when Judas was already dead. I actually want to showcase this in the comic sometime, or even an event if anybody asks in depth about it, but basically, after those three days, Maggy went to retrieve Judas’ body from the tree and Azazel went with her (he was basically her pet at that point? She didn’t know he was sentient) but seeing her so distraught at the sight of her beloved made him choose to reveal himself. She was so sad and desperate that she didn’t really react that much, and so he held her until she calmed down a bit. They buried Judas and after a while they fled Jerusalem together and started new life somewhere else.

And YES Yeshua was definitely referencing him!! He already knew Azazel was no ordinary goat. I think Yeshua was Azazel’s first human friend after getting out of hell, but he still asked him to keep his secret because he was afraid of causing too much trouble. Try to explain to twelve men why the son of God is friends with what looks like a demon.

As for the characters most likely to cheat at cards: Cain. Definitely Cain. Lazarus too since he’s a little shit, but he wouldn’t really notice if someone was cheating right away. Cain is the master cheater, with millennia of experience to booth. Azazel might know how to cheat at cards, but he probably only knows very old games that aren’t in use anymore. As for Eden, they don’t really have an interest in cards so they usually don’t play, but I guess they could know how to cheat if they put their mind to it? But they’d never notice anyone cheating at cards with them. Eden is, first and foremost, dumb as a rock. They might love humans, but they do not understand them. Body language, facial expressions, tone, it’s all lost on them. Just look how they handled Judas, you can’t tell me that dude has ever had a coherent thought in their whole life. If they had any money you could easily scam them out of it and they’d be none the wiser.

And now Edith time… I must admit I didn’t really think much about her, but since Lot and his family were the only ones spared from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah… I guess she was an okay woman? Her marriage to Lot was most definitely arranged (as was the custom) but not an entirely bad one, she probably loved her daughters enough to teach them about sin and protect them, she might have had friends in Sodom and that’s why she turned around… Maybe she wanted to see her city one last time? She probably had family there too if you think about it, it made sense she would turn around even if God told her not to. Mythology is full of people who turn around when they shouldn’t.

And now the big one, which I’m going to divide into a list because I want to be neat

Isaac: I guess he’s the happiest when a good client commissions him and allows him to live his dream a little bit longer. He’s a struggling artist kinda like me lol and while he loves what he does he fears it won’t be enough to support him in the long run. He tries to not think about it. Luckily some new supernatural shenanigans are on the way to get his mind off of things!

Magdalene: learning new things and spending time with her loved ones make her happiest. They have the ability to make her feel like the best woman on earth even when she feels like a failure. And they’re always the first to hype her up. Her family is also very much up there with things that make her happy.

Judas: his lovers make him the most happy. It’s nice to be reminded you’re loved and cared for even if you feel like a failure of a human being. And while he hisses and spits like a cat at the mere thought of affection, he cherishes every moment with them always. They got him through a lot of rough times and helped him hang on just a little longer every time.

Azazel: not being in hell anymore makes him the happiest. Sure, life on Earth isn’t nice all the time, he still has to see his loved ones die over and over before him, and he needs to find them at every new iteration, but it’s still a million times better than being in hell. He’s carved himself a little place to exist on Earth and he couldn’t be happier about it.

Apollyon: Being on Earth makes him happy. He’s never seen it before and every day is a new wonder for him. And the fact that he gets to experience it with the people he loves the most is a very nice bonus.

Cain: he hasn’t felt happiness in a long time. The most he can go for is numbness, and it’s usually found at the bottom of a bottle.

Eve: she loves being an artist and her work. I think her happiest is when she gets to tattoo someone who loves her work. It feels like leaving a little piece of her with them.

Lilith: a lot of things make her happy, hanging out with her friends, the children she teaches at her kindergarten, a good meal, playing with Fwendy… she’s learned to appreciate the little things in life. I guess the “boring” times are the one where she’s the most happy, everyone is fed and there’s nothing to worry about, what’s not to love? Cain will also find a way to make her even happier but it’s a bit too early for that hehe.

Eden: Eve makes them happiest but they don’t know that yet.

Samson: he’s the happiest when he doesn’t have to think about his mother and when he’s out of the house. It’s not like he’s unhappy with her, but he’s always immensely stressed.

Lazarus: this is a tricky one, but I guess seeing his little sister growing up to be a great woman is what makes him happiest. Deep down he kinda feels like damaged goods since he’s been plagued by horrible luck since the day he was born and can’t keep a job to save his life. So he’ll do everything in his power to make Bethany happy and keep her safe, even if it means lying to her sometimes. He’s also convinced having Samson all for himself will make him happy but that’s not really what will happen.

Bethany: as of right now, her faith in God and His plan is what keeps her going, so I guess she’s happiest when she’s praying. It’s almost like meditation for her, a couple of minutes where the only things existing are her and God. It’s a nice little break from the stress of her life and leaves all charged up to face a new day.

Jacob: Esau and Lazarus makes him the happiest. They’re the two most important people in his life and he loves hanging out with them. In his ideal world, they’d all live in the same house and have wacky sitcom adventures. Samson can come along too I guess.

Esau: he’s the happiest when he’s away from Jacob and able to listen to his own thoughts. He strives for independence and has been trying to distance himself from Jacob for years at this point, to the point of going behind his brother’s back to go and live alone. He’s currently planning on moving away from Jacob, he’s already found an apartment. It’s not like he doesn’t love his brother, far from it, it’s just that he feels stunted with always having to care for him, and he thinks Jacob should do some growing on his own. They’re both 30, and as much as they love eachother, it’s time for them to become men.

Edith: she doesn’t really feel anything as her soul is sleeping inside the salt, but I guess finally going to heaven and seeing all her family there will make her very happy.

WHEW that was a lot of text lmaooooo. I hope it’s clear enough, i love answering questions haha

[ojamayellow]

Under the cut, I'll explain all the different canon personalities and relationships of my TFormers sona/OC, Jumpace, aka Jumpy. It (Samurai Jack voice) jump good. It/Its pronouns. Contains spoilers for TFA, CBV and some ES. (Those are in order, so if you wanna avoid some spoilers, they're the last 3 besides Skybound).

Every Jumpace can jump good and do Rider kicks and such. It jumps so high it could punch a Seeker from out of the clouds. This ability makes up for his lack of flight (minus the two universe's where it can fly). Here are visual references. G1 CARTOON.

Alt mode: Sand rail/buggy thing. Weapons: Drill, blasters, its kicking. Kind of your average G1 snarky Decepticon. Sparkmates with Starscream, but during mid-Season 2, he and Starscream have a huge fight (cos now Starscream is getting too ridiculous and selfish) so divorce. Jumpace becomes neutral for a while, but then Cliffjumper notices him and takes in the 'Decepticon prisoner' but a lot happens and Jumpace becomes an Autobot. It then develops a hero complex and believes it must make up for all his sins. Falls for Skyfire.

Decepticon relationships: Liked to hang with Skywarp and Thundercracker, and play pranks with Rumble and Frenzy. Dated Starscream for a very long time. Thundercracker was very "UGH, a GROUNDER whats WRONG with you Screamer" for a while though. Autobot relationships: Likes to spend time with Carly, Beachcomber, Sideswipe and Wheeljack. Cliffjumper is forever suspicious about Jumpace, but they eventually form a sibling bond. Tracks and Sunstreaker dislike Jumpace because of how muddy/sandy it can get. Eventually gets with Skyfire, which is going to be huge once Starscream notices BOTH HIS EXES DATING.

I have an AU where there's peace and the skystars and Jumpace can all date. skyjumpstar. In G1 canon, Jumpace is killed by Starscream in-between the gap of S2 and Movie, so he doesn't exist in the JPN G1 timeline.

GALAXY FORCE.

Alt mode: Some kind of flying machine (jet?) I would love an Armada/Micron Legend Jumpace, but if Starscream had a partner from the start, the show wouldn't last long and Starscream would have less problems. So, in both Galaxy Force (its own universe) and Cybertron (Unicron Trilogy), Jumpace can exist. He is an ancient Decepticon like Thunderblast, revived by Starscream. While he has a cocky attitude, Jumpace is crazy devoted to Starscream, similar to Thunderblast's affection for Megatron. That's all I got, really.

ANIMATED.

Alt mode: Mini Cooper. Weapons: Instead of stingers like Bee, drills in servos. Detachable back rails to use as...idk, batons? This Jumpace is a nyehehe villain, coming into play mid-Season 2 when it crashes onto Earth after being separated from Screamy for so long! See, back pre-plot, Starscream was forced to train this new grounder recruit (UGH) but somehow (dw it makes sense in my Documents) they got closer and are a couple ("You should be honoured to court such a fine bot like myself!"). At one point, the jumpstar (ship name) went on their own mission without per-mission (haha) and discover a Space Bridge. Jumpace activates it but it goes haywire, sending Jumpace halfway across the galaxy, with the space bridge deactivating for good. Jumpy ends up in Trypticon Prison for YEARS and made a few escape attempts, but eventually does succeed, steals a ship and ends up on Earth. Starscream finds him and the two are like... !?!?!?!?!?? And end up (grossly) lovey-dovey for like, a week ("Huh I wonder why we haven't seen Starscream since those two clones") and then they get back to their original relationship: Cartoony slapstick couple. Like, funny arguments only to make out? Does this make sense to anyone? They do genuinely care but they're also both selfish.

Though, when Jumpace can't feel the warmth of Starscream's spark, its like "YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU DIED? YOU IDIOT" (STARTS TO BEAT HIM UP). <-Again, cartoony slapstick. Please don't label this as abuse. Also, Jumpace has trauma from being confined and space bridges! I don't agree with most of Season 4's would-be plots, but my idea for Starscream revival is this; Slipstream approaches Jumpace and Starscream's shell, and Jumpace literally begs (rarity for it) Slipstream to give STSC a piece of Allspark Fragment, and in return, Slipstream doesn't have to follow Starscream's orders, she can be her own bot! Just please! And well, Starscream real and Slipstream flies off to do her own thing.

Relationships: If you know the Starscream clones, I'm sure you can expect their attitudes towards Jumpace. Thundercracker's ego makes him think he's better suited to be Jumpace's partner. Sunstorm is a suck-up. Ramjet lies, you know the dealio. I'm not sure how, but I want Jumpace to meet Blackarachnia and fall for her charms to do her bidding. Jumpace hates any and all Elite Guard and obviously Autobots, but mostly Elite Guard. Makes fun of Masterson a lot. I do want him to have fun interactions with the Autobots, and have a bit of a soft spot for Ratchet after he healed it.

Oh! I have a Shattered Glass version for TFA Jumpy! Basically "wow my hero!" at Starscream who's like ":)??" about it.

CYBERVERSE.

Alt mode: Once Cybertronian grounded vehicle, then fucked-up part Seeker thanks to Shockwave's fixer upper. <-Similar to Shadow Striker's ordeal, basically Jumpace needed medical attention and instead got SHOCKWAVE'D. Weapons: 'Drill Missile', Blasters.

This Jumpy...is a no-brained puppydog-like devotee to Starscream. Like, Galaxy Force Jumpy with the flying alt mode and devotion, but more rose-tinted shades Up to 11 and ":3!" moods. Happily does whatever Starscream says, clings to him, etc (a big ego booster for Starscream for sure!). But during Starscream's "the ancients say I should kill everyone :D" moment, Jumpy gets scared, especially during the Allspark fuckery of killing the Seekers. Starscream promises that Jumpace will be the last to go into the Allspark, but luckily the Autobots come in and save the day.

Eventually, the whole 'killing everyone' thing and eventually Judge Starscream freaked out Jumpy, so it became mute for a while after Starscream was out of the picture. It stuck with Clobber and became an Autobot like she did. She would try her best to get Jumpy to socialise with others like Hot Rod, and Jumpy would express emotion, but grew unable to talk. However, it took a glance at...JETFIRE, DOING SUCH AN ELEGANT AND AMAZING HEROIC POSE!! Jumpy became fascinated with this Autobot, how... stunning! It was just staring and Jetfire was like "Oh! Hello there!" and... Jumpy became a puppydog again but less so this time, because he wouldn't do things with no brain, he'd actually instead just ask "May I help you with xy?" oh, he also managed to speak again. Because its in looooooove. That's right, skyjump real.

Relationships: Good pals with Thundercracker (rip) and Clobber! Use to be best buds with Whirl before the war. Sparkmates with Starscream before THAT happened. Ends up with Jetfire. (Who, btw, I wouldn't mind if he was also dating Sky-Byte post-war). Jumpace wanted to get along with Shadow Striker, especially due to their similar circumstances, but Shadow Striker only got softer for Jumpace closer to series end. (And yes, I like to picture safe skyjumpstar here as well).

EARTHSPARK.

Alt mode: Modern dune buggy. Weapons: Batons, its fists and kicks <-More of a brawler type here. So, Jumpy here felt bad for Starscream due to Megatron's beatings but also admired his intensity, so during the war (back on Cybertron) he would bug him constantly like "are you okay?" and also "can you teach me to fight better" as a way to help Screamer, but also just wanting to be closer with him. I addressed this better in my fanfic but I'm lazy to double check. He starts of warm and naive at first in the Decepticons, then a cocky fighter, similar development to TFA Jumpace. But they get together, but Starscream kept it secret for a while because he didn't want to be seen as weak for 1. having a sparkmate and 2. courting a GROUNDER.

My plot with him was that during the war on Earth, he 'died', causing Starscream distress before he 'moved on', so when they reunite, (my fic was set before Season 2 but after Season 1) Starscream is angry-confused because oh surely this means Jumpace LIED and is A TRAITOR (Okay, Starscream). Spoilers for fic if anyone cares, but after much commotion and Malto help, they get back together.

Essentially, thanks to being taken in by a human (as a regular car), Jumpace engaged in many hero shows and started to mimic their poses and even yells "TRANSFORM" when transforming. (Nerd). It is also fascinated with bugs and arachnids, so you bet your sweet bippy it's obsessed with Insecticons and organic bugs. It's a soft side of ES!Jumpy.

But Jumpace hates harming young ones, Cybertronian or other. So if it sees what Starscream did to Spitfire and Aftermath, it will FREAK OUT. It's probs with Shockwave and the others around that point, but holy Hell. Also, Spitfire having similar colours to Jumpace kills me a bit but she's still so fucking awesome I LOVE YOU SPITFIRE.

Relationships: Starscream. But who knows how long that will last considering Season 2? She's so hot but god dammit I SPECIFICALLY HAD JUMPACE NOT WANTING TO HARM KIDS. Oh, I also had him develop a sort of 'bond' with Thrash Malto, but later realises that Jumpy will have to betray the Maltos at some point. Hey, Jumpy doesn't like physically harming them, so betrayal is fine, right? It doesn't like Megatron all too much, feels offended about him 'joining the Autobots'. Acts like its better than Nova Storm and Skywarp, but likes them. Likes to brawl with Hardtop. Oh! And despite him not really...existing except that tiny bit in Earthspark, Jumpace is Cliffjumper's brother! Aha! Callback to G1 where I said they grow a sibling relationship, except this time they're on different sides! I want them to be sibs in other universes too, but I would need to actually engage in those universes. Other than Skybound, I'm not touching any more Transformers for a while. Speaking of...

SKYBOUND.

Basically G1 Jumpace. However, my options are either 1. Killed in Cliffjumper's clan. 2. Wasn't activated on the Ark 3. WAS activated, but because of Starscream's...yeah, disaster unfolds. And might switch to Autobot? It's hard to say, but the possibilities are so interesting! So, if you read all this, or part of it, what do you think? I hope all the Jumpys sound 'right', considering they're all different but contain similar elements. I didn't included JPN G1 cos Jumpy dead. Beast Wars because that's Beast Wars. Anything else I simply haven't engaged in yet. (I mean I read a lot of the Marvel Comics run but that's A LOT to think about). But I hope it sounds like a genuine Transformers character.

Unrelated, TF GOGO Jumpy would be so cute. And if Jumpace was a BotBot, he's be Jumpaxle (tech deck skateboard).

[antxnous]

i need to hear your sallowgraham headcanons you are aware of this, correct?

well,, if u insist… ☝️😋

I have a feeing htis will be long winded and annoying so it’s all under here…

Pre-Legion stuff:

- Josh is a recent orphan and in Ed’s head his mom is practically dead (I hc she is lowkey a lil nuts) and they bond over this initially😙

-they’re both fucking losers. ppl in New Canaan think Joshua is weird and while Ed can make friends he’s like that one bully-friend we all had at some point where u eventually are like wait this guy sucks and u part ways. Joshua doesn’t bend to his bullying and that interests him, and Edward’s interest is exciting to Joshua.

-In my hc, Joshua’s dad was a trader and it’s why Joshua is so proficient in dialects and languages. His dad gave him a copy of Caesar’s Commentarii to practice Latin. When he’s trying to make friends with Edward at first, he offers to let him read it and this is how Ed gets the book hehe

-Bc they’re young men and young men are Like That, I think they fought a lot, verbally and physically. It was Bill’s hand that extended the offer to have Joshua translate and Joshua saw it as a sign from God to be useful and accepted without thinking about how fucking annoying Edward can be.

(Bill headcanon interjection moment, but he was 100% the only thing keeping them from both feeding off each other’s violence and ideas. When he’s gone is when the legion rly explodes, but also they get along MUCH better. Mask drop time??)

-Toward the end of the expedition, before getting to the Blackfoot, Joshua totally begged Edward to at least walk back with him to New Canaan before he went back to California and Edward was like “ok (ew)”

-… so when they created the legion and Josh saw that they’d continue doing this to other tribes as they pushed into Utah, he begged Edward to leave New Canaan alone and Edward was like “ew, but ok”

-Joshua’s clothes r fucked up, sewn together and patched like nothing else. Edward gives him his clothes to wear so he doesn’t look like such a rag doll.

Legion stuff:

-The crosses and crucifixions were Edward’s idea, the razing and heads-on-spikes-warnings were Josh’s ideas.

-Cringe aside joshua totally sees their relationship as a union, Ed’s been his only partner and they share a tent wayyy late into the Legion, even when they don’t have to. I dunno if Ed sees it the same way, but I think he’s just comfortable with what he has, and is probably aware Joshua sees it that way and feels it gives him an angle over him.

-In the earlier days, they would scavenge books for each other and spend nights reading them together 💔 their dates would include bookclub, hunting, hiking, and watching arena fights💔

-While Joshy-poo is a survivalist in my head, Edward is v educated and has (had?) a good background in anatomy from his studies and a few medical stuff Bill taught him when they left California. Joshua can make tea and healing powder, but Ed’s gonna throw pills at his head either way.

-I love an albino vulpes hc. Joshua wanted that thing DESTROYED, but Edward was like 💔 it’s a thing. and nearly tried to convince Joshua he could be their diversity hire son. But that was too gay.

-Every region they went thru, Joshua reimagined a homestead there instead of camps. He’ll always want his tradwife ranch.

-THEY BOTH WORE VESTS 💔 until Ed got too big for his

Post-Legion/Hoover Dam

-Ed shaved his head before Joshua was supposed to head for the Dam. Joshua usually cut his hair so he thought it was odd.

-A week before, Ed pestered Joshua about making sure he was going to take the Dam and Joshua was ofc very sure he was, he’s never lost before. He made up his mind already that if Josh lost he’d have to kill him, and even suggested he wait and strategise further, but Joshua insisted it was fine. Ed was already drafting letters to Lanius in case.

-After the Dam loss, Ed didn’t kill Josh immediately. He acted like nothing was wrong because he was struggling to go thru with it. Ed was just going to throw him down the Grand Canyon, but wanted him GONE, and ordered the pitch last minute. and they totally slept together beforehand

-Josh tried to climb back up the canyon at first hehe half confused, half angry.

-Ed’s decision to decimate New Canaan was 100% because of the promise he made Joshua before.

-Joshua leaves taunting messages on the bodies of the Frumentarii sent to kill him <3 love letters

-Edward couldn’t stand to be around cooked meat and open flame for a few weeks after Josh’s burn. #vegetarian

-Joshua and Edward both have recurring nightmares about that night for separate reasons.

nsfw hc?? I fear I’m too shy to share those. josh was a total submissive the first few years and then eventually they both got used to the power and control of their roles and sex became a dominating hate thing between them that they enjoyed but eventually it devolved into giving each other the laziest hj and bj youve ever seen

Hiiiii byeeeee love u