#need her to beat the shit out of the boys..........affectionately

[beneathashadytree]

RESPONSIBLE DADS - LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN X READER

Warnings : autistic!Zayne with his autistic daughter, all of them are girl dads here (except for Xavier who has twins), cuteness-aggression bites, one mention of a gun (no one is harmed!), no mentions of pregnancy (their kids can be interpreted as biological or adopted), this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : so much domestic fluff ☹️🫶🏽

Word count : 2.3K words (holy shit???)

Additional notes : This is a combination of two asks I’d received a month or two ago about the LNDS men as dads while their partner is away, and Zayne in particular struggling with his own autism vs his child’s autism. The brain rot was real in this one😭 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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“She went down without much of a fuss,” Zayne said, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him as he set his phone on the dresser and got ready for bed over the video call, despite the time zone differences. He’d tried to convince them to just let themself rest instead of staying up past 3 AM, but they’d paid him no mind and insisted on seeing him last thing before bed.

They hummed, watching him slip out of his button up through their screen with a fond gaze. “She is really quiet compared to what I’ve heard about kids her age.”

In the midst of folding his shirt, he paused, a slight crease between his eyebrows. “A little too quiet.” At his concerned face, they straightened up in their seat and leaned in closer to their phone. “I think… she has difficulty connecting with me.”

Their expression was unsure at that. “I don’t know, Zayne. You know she loves you…”

“I do,” was his swift answer, pausing as he pulled his pyjama shirt over his head, then popping out with his hair adorably mussed. “But maybe she feels like I wouldn’t understand her.”

No matter how much he wanted to seem stoic and unaffected by the prospect, there was no hiding the conflicted emotions swimming in his eyes. With an almost sad smile, they asked him, “Even though anyone that sees you two says you have so much in common?”

With a slight flush (was it out of embarrassment as he noticed his messy hair, or was it a twinge of pride in being so connected to his daughter?) he began to apply his minimal skincare that he’d grown used to with them, scarred skin deftly being cared for after years of neglect.

“Autistic girls have different experiences than autistic boys, and their struggles are often overlooked because of these differences. Maybe she subconsciously feels that we can’t bridge that gap.”

Resting their head against their hand, keen eyes bore through him. Zayne would never go unheard as long as they were there. “Do you feel that gap?”

He shrugged, swallowing thickly as he wiped the excess off on his hand towel. “It’s not about me. Studies show that—”

Shaking their head, they sighed a little in affectionate exasperation. “It doesn’t matter what studies say. You’re overthinking it because you want things to be perfect. It’s sweet, just… not very realistic.”

“Mm. I know,” he softly conceded, combing through his hair with a distant glimmer in his eyes. It wasn’t so easy, navigating the emotions and ideas of a child that one already struggled with for decades.

They apologetically smiled at him, then added, “She trusts you with her life because she knows how hard you try to understand her, no matter how difficult that may be sometimes. You give her the space to be able to communicate her needs properly, and that’s why she loves you beyond measure, Zayne.”

He looked away for a few beats, but that was enough time for them to see the misty-eyed wonder in his eyes as he looked at the crooked drawing on his bedside table that she’d made of him holding her in his arms.

His sweet daughter who carried a piece of his heart everywhere she went.

“Then she’s just like you. Very open with her affections.” Huffing out an impossibly tender laugh, he picked up his phone once again and began to climb into bed, his shoulders sagging with relief; like he needed that reassurance to be able to nestle his body into the mattress, cold as it was without his lover. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it from you both…”

“You’re gonna get sick like that, and guess who’ll be cleaning up that mess?” Rafayel frowned, grabbing his daughter by the scruff of her neck and carrying her off before she got her pretty dress drenched by the wave that came crashing down where she’d been standing.

“I can’t get sick from water, daddy, and you know it,” came the reply between giggles, her eyes closed as she relished in the spray of seawater.

With a grunt, he fumbled with his phone a little as he switched to carrying her against his hip with one arm, before turning back to the ongoing video call. “Holding down the fort?” they teasingly asked, arching their brow at their daughter’s windswept hair and inevitably sandy fists curled up against Rafayel’s chest.

“She likes to bully me.” He pouted as he saw two pairs of mischievous eyes looking at him. “No guesses as to where she picked that up from.”

“Are you sure that your six year old daughter—who, mind you, is as cute as a button—is bullying you?”

“Daddy’s just silly, Lemurians are fine with water,” his daughter tried to reason with what she felt was perfectly logical. “He just doesn’t want to wash my clothes again if I get them wet.”

“And why should I?” he indignantly huffed out at the grin that showed she was definitely up to no good. “They’ll get dirty ten seconds later anyways. It’s such a pain.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave paint buckets everywhere, then I wouldn’t be on my fourth dress of the day.” Her sassy mutter under her breath was the last straw, and then his instincts took over and—

Chomp!

His teeth nibbled on her round little cheeks, cuteness aggression washing away any possible annoyance (which he’d been feigning, anyways) at the prospect of having to do the laundry all over again. She cried out in protest, though her shreaks of laughter and tighter hold on him gave away the fact that—not unlike his partner—she loved every bit of it.

“You got my face all dirty,” she whined, wiping her cheek against his silk shirt as he walked them back up to the house, much to his dismay.

A chuckle came from his screen, and he flushed under the sweet gaze and the grin he missed so much. “There goes another round in the washing machine. Y’know, Raf, it’s not the smartest move around to wear your favorite clothes around your kid.”

“No kidding,” he grumbled, though there was no bite behind his words. In fact, the tender look in his gem-like eyes only spoke volumes of the adoration he held inside. And maybe his little girl felt it, and decided it would be the perfect moment to press a kiss to where she could reach, right over his heart.

“I don’t mind the paint, daddy. You always make the prettiest things with it, pretty just like you,” she softly said, her tiny index finger toying with the pearlescent button on his blouse.

How much more did she want to squeeze his heart in his chest? He didn’t think he could possibly love her any more than he already did, and yet here she was, proving over and over again that she was the greatest gift he could ever be blessed with after all these years. Walking into their home with sandy feet and salty skin was no longer a dream, but a part of his quaint little life.

“Even if you did ruin my favorite dress and sandals.”

“Papa’s been asleep for three hours now,” she whined in a low voice, her bottom lip jutted out as she looked back at Xavier curled up in a ball in the middle of the unmade bed, legs tangled in the messy sheets. She then turned back to the videocall at hand. “Can’t you wake him up, please?”

Her twin brother popped up from behind her and patted her shoulders in what he hoped was a soothing manner. “He’s tired after he played with us. Let’s leave him for a bit.”

With a downcast gaze, she reluctantly nodded and walked out with him, the phone shaking as it was a little too big for her small hands.

Now out in the living room, they could finally raise their voices a little. “Papa cleaned up in the morning too. We probably shouldn’t have asked him to play with us.” He looked a little forlorn as he fiddled with his fingers. Painfully shy, it often showed when he was doubting himself. “We tried to help him after lunch, but—”

“That’s okay, what matters is that you both tried to lend him a hand,” they sweetly reassured them as they smiled through the screen. “And I’m sure if he was too tired to play with you guys, he wouldn’t have offered it in the first place.”

Their daughter gasped, eyes shining in awe at that. “How did you know that Papa was the one who came up with the game?”

“Because he waits for playtime every day, just to spend time with you guys. He’s always so excited, y’know?”

With matching grins (though one was more bashful than the other), the two seven year-olds looked significantly lighter than they had been when the call had first started. The precious moment was soon interrupted by a yawn from behind and a tuft of blonde hair taking up half the background.

“Did you two sneak off to have them all to yourself?” came Xavier’s sleep-addled voice, as he shuffled to pull them onto his lap and readjust the camera. “Cheeky, taking advantage of my nap.”

His daughter laughed, her hands going to loop around his neck. “We weren’t! Promise.”

Her brother reached up to pat down Xavier’s bedhead, gently combing through the soft locks. “You looked tired, Papa. We didn’t want to wake you up with our voices.”

At that, Xavier couldn’t help the upwards quirk of his lips, all the love one could contain threatening to burst through as he held his world between his fingertips—and the best part of him miles away but no further from the heart.

“You’re sweet, just like a certain someone we all miss,” he said, before kissing their foreheads and ruffling their hair, earning little grumbles of protest. Turning his attention back to the videocall, Xavier’s eyes softened. “How long until we can take naps together on the couch again?”

His partner sighed, glancing at the calender on the wall for a moment. “Should be three days. It’s hell without you guys. Maybe I’ve gotten used to waking you all up for an hour in the mornings.”

“Hey, it’s all because of Papa!”

“He does sleep in twice as long as us…”

“And it’s gotten even worse now that you’re gone.”

He chuckled at their sulking feeding off each other, and the collective agreement that things just weren’t the same when his lover wasn’t beside him where they belonged. “Then maybe this should be enough to convince them to hurry back to us so we can get up early every day, hmm?”

“Tell me why Luke and Kieran frantically called me up and told me stop you from endangering our one year old girl. Now.”

“Well, hello to you too, sweetie.” Sylus rolled his eyes at the clearly enthusiastic greeting. “I’ve missed you too. I’m doing good without you for two weeks. Thanks for asking.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t give me that crap. You’ll live.” Scoffing, they crossed their arms in front of their chest. “Less avoiding the topic, more explaining why your seconds in command are treating you like a ticking bomb.”

“They’re more like lackeys, you know.” A hint of irritation climbed up his spine. Luke and Kieran were more like lost puppies that would be a danger to themselves—and society—if they were left to their whims. That’s all that they were (or so he tried to convince himself).

They waved him off, knowing that his half-assed words weren’t to be taken seriously. “I beg to differ. Now, where is she and what happened?”

Silence settled for a few moments, but then he realized it wasn’t in his favor to not quickly come clean. “She was playing around with me in bed, then seemed fascinated by my left pocket. Said pocket… may or may not have had a gun.”

Leaning in close to the camera, they sighed heavily, and pinched the bridge of their nose. “And I’m assuming her magic little fingers found the trigger.”

“More or less yes,” he mumbled under his breath, swallowing thickly as he met their dead-eyed stare. “Had to whip it out and fling it across the room… which may or may not have caused it to slam into the new bookcase and send it toppling.”

It didn’t matter how many people he’d managed to fearlessly face down; pinned underneath his partner’s disapproval, he found himself unable to move. “And that’s where they came in?”

Sylus hummed, flipping the camera and showing them the fractured remains on the floor. “Sorry about that, sweetie. Didn’t have the time to clean it up, what with feeding her and getting her ready for bed.”

“It’s fine, I can build another one.” Their quick dismissal was followed by the furrowing of their eyebrows. “What matters is that you prioritized her safety first.”

“Of course,” he was quick to reply, turning the camera back to himself, before he chuckled a little, sweetness seeping through his voice, “Though I do admit, seeing her have no self-preservation instincts really did make her strikingly similar to you in that regard.”

“Really flattering, hearing you praise her brashness and compare it to mine.” Their expression then grew more serious, and they worried their bottom lip between their teeth. “But… please. Don’t keep any weapons in the same room as her. She’s naturally curious.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmured, having had his dose of sheer panic at her tiny hands. He couldn’t remember a moment in his life when he’d been as terrified as he was earlier, his blood turning to ice at the thought of endangering her because of his own fast-paced life.

“I know you’ll be more careful. You’re so good to her—and me,” they quietly mused, a grateful look on their face as they admired him—tired ruby eyes, unruly silver hair, and all.

And Sylus had no control over his own lovesick stare, perfectly content with dancing in their palm for the rest of their lives. After all, he’d found the only two people in this world he could forfeit his life for. There was no shame in admitting it—and so he did, ever so softly. “I suppose you can take pride in knowing that you both have me wrapped around your fingers.”

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[jiarkives]

can I please request some cassian (acotar) x reader fluff? maybe he's been away on a long mission and he's finally home with his mate and he can't keep his hands off of her because he missed her so much ... (it can get smutty if you want) thank you!! xx

clingy

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — your mate gets even clingier after being apart from you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ character — cassian (a court of thorns and roses)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — fluff ; written with fem!reader in mind

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — thank you for the request! i hope i did your idea justice hehehe also the ending is kinda wack jdhdhdhdhd my hand was on autopilot basically

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Mor, Amren, and Nesta all looked annoyed, Feyre and Elain looked... uncomfortable, at most, while you could only smile awkwardly as you sipped your tea soundly, smacking your lips for effect as you put the cup down. “Lovely weather today, am I right?”

“Oh, cut it out!” Nesta grumbled, crossing her arms on her chest as she glared at you. Well, not at you, but rather at the male beside you.

“Aren’t we going to address the elephant in the room?” Mor spoke up as her eyes fell on your mate whose arms were wrapped around your waist and his face burrowed into the crook of your neck, his eyes closed. One would think he was asleep, but if they would looked closer, they would’ve seen the shit eating grin plastered on his face.

(The sisters were definitely rubbing off of the inner circle, especially with their figures of speech which were definitely confusing at first for the immortals.)

“Is that what you’re calling me now? An elephant?” Cassian picked his head up briefly from your neck to address the females in the garden with you. “I bet I could beat those creatures in a split second. Am I right?” He turned to the sisters with a cocky smirk, his eyebrows wiggling.

All of them ignored him, only looking at you with exasperated expressions. Feyre sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, Amren shook her head, Elain tried to look busy, while Nesta and Mor were practically fuming.

“You do understand the concept of a girls’ day, don’t you?” Mor addressed you, her eyebrows pinched together.

“Yes, of course–”

“Then tell this big, dumb pile of muscle to let go off you and fuck off.” Nesta glared at Cassian who grumbled and tightened his hold on you.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” You sighed. “He had just come back from Windhaven with Az earlier at dawn and hadn’t let me out of sight since, but we’ve already had this day set even before their mission and I didn’t want to cancel last minute...” Your words slowed at the last part as you smiled sheepishly. “But maybe I should’ve just cancelled...?”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t be a bother,” Feyre, ever the mediator, immediately stepped in before Mor and Nesta could blow up even more. “So let’s just continue as planned, but with Cassian here, who I’m sure will behave.” She looked over to Cassian, her gaze stern and receiving a mock salute in return from the male. “See? No need for rescheduling.”

Cassian turned to Nesta, sticking his tongue out at her like a toddler, but immediately stopped and hid his face back in your neck when Feyre uttered his name in warning, causing Nesta to smirk at him smugly.

You could only sigh heavily as your mate’s arms wrapped impossibly tighter around you.

Cauldron, this was going to be a long day.

~

It was, in fact, a long day for the lot of you.

Cassian, despite Feyre’s words of warning, decided to be the most annoying little shit (affectionate for you, derogatory for the rest) during your time together.

He was a busybody, of course he was more invested in the gossip than all of you were. But not only was he gossiping harder than a teenage girl, he was acting like a lovesick teenage boy too.

He wouldn’t keep his hands off of you, even going as far as teasing you with his hands trailing where they shouldn’t. You weren’t able to focus properly on your girls, having to swat at his hand every time.

Then, the girls’ love lives were brought up. Mor was talking about the female she recently met in the city when Cassian interrupted her, “A female? What’s her name? Where does she live? Do I know her? Does Rhys know about her—”

“Mother above, Cassian!” Mor groaned out. “You’re impossibly annoying, leave me alone. Gods.”

You had quickly apologized to the girls with a promise of making up to them another time as you stood, pulling your mate up with you and winnowing into the house Rhysand had gifted you two in your mating ceremony.

As soon as you were standing in the comfort of your own home, Cassian’s smug, cocky smirk softened into one you were used to seeing on him when you were alone.

“Finally.” He groaned in relief, his hands finding their way to your hips to pull you flush to his chest. “I’ve been waiting all godsdamned day, sweetheart.”

Then, his smirk returned as he lifted you in his arms.

“Now, let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He pushed your bedroom door open. “Properly this time.”

[domesticatedstew]

I finished the fic from the wonderful ideas of @hostuuagain and @brainzezz !!! Basically it's Mel and Breadhead bonding while sharing myths and stories that they heard from Ken and Mud!

It was finally a day off, a scarcity when working at the Whale Belly Butcher shop. Even though a break from time to time was pleasant, Mel absolutely hated being bored. And having time off equals BOREDOM.

Ken and Mud were off doing a "restock" for the resturant which was just code for kidnapping random fly people, picking up actual supplies for the resturant, and taking care of a few... pests along the way. Jack was home with his mother for his day off, which bummed out Mel a bit but she couldn't blame him for wanting time away from his work family.

At least Breadhead was still here. He had opted out of going with the other smiling dead crew to instead practice his piano playing. Mel had always liked listening to Breadhead's playing, he was pretty skilled for having no training other than the basics that Ken showed him. It reminded Mel of when she was still little, watching her older brother play the piano while her dad held her closely. Simpler times.

But reminiscing on the past wasn't gonna cure her boredom.

"Sooooo..." Mel slid over beside her large bread brother, watching him gracefully play despite how much larger his fingers were compared to the keys. "I'm bored aaand you're the only one here, you wanna mess some shit up?"

She was ready to keep her mischievous streak strong and steady, any risk was worth killing her boredom. Breadhead turned his massive loaf to look at her, pausing his playing to think. "Nah, I dont really wanna go anywhere today. 'm not in the mood." He said before returning to the song without skipping a beat.

Mel scoffed "Well then what do you want to do? Cuz either we do something together or I do something alone." Breadhead didn't like the idea of his sister causing mayhem by herself. Yeah she could hold her own but despite all the years they've grown together, he still hadn't seen her die or revive. Part of him was terrified that maybe something was wrong with her and she wasn't immortal like everyone else.

He wasnt about to find out now. "Hmmm... What if we told ghost stories and urban legends like when we were little?" Now Mel looked intrigued, which calmed his nerves thankfully. "Ghost stories? Alright bread boy, but you better still not get scared of them like you did when we were little," She teased, giving him an affectionate punch to his arm.

Breadhead wasn't about to admit that the stories of an angel storm devouring anything and everything in their path still gave him the chills.

They were now sat across from each other, Breadhead sitting in two chairs so he'd be comfortable. It still amazed Mel how her brother was such a massive dude, that didn't stop her from teasing him to the ends of the earth. It was even better when they were both teasing Mud or Ken.

"Alright!! Lemme try to remember a story," Mel thought long and hard for done spooky story her dad had told her when she was little.

"I GOT IT!!! Do you remember the story dad told us about the rotling that's been here since the beginning of the gaslight district?" Breadhead shook his head no, and Mel felt a little bit disappointed in him that he didn't remember such an awesome part of rotling history. "Ok well you don't need to remember cuz I'm gonna tell you anyway.

Long ago, before the world became just one island, there was a rotling who told stories of the world before rotlings. A world full of greenery and animals, one where humans ruled the world." Mel whispered when she mentioned humans, feeling slightly hurt when her brother recoiled at the mere mention of a human. She couldn't blame him though, humans are their own urban legend that Mel didn't want to bring up too much.

"They say he would talk about how the skies used to be blue, and there was this green stuff that'd grow from the ground called grass, and that the sun would light up the whole planet without needing any gas lamps. It was a world full of life, and according to the guy if you died that'd be it. No coming back."

"Do you know what they did to him Mel?" Breadhead looked genuinely curious, not his usual 'I've got some joke planned and you don't know' look.

"Supposedly, he was the first ever rotling to be cemeted," She mischievously whispered, leaning in to add a dramatic effect. It seemed to do the trick since Breadhead leaned in too like they were worried about being listened in on, "Woahhh, and you said dad told you that?"

"Yup," She popped the P, "He only told me the cementing part when I was a bit older though. SO, you got any stories you wanna tell?"

Breadhead didn't think nearly as long or hard about the story he wanted to tell, "What about the Gas Man? You've gotta remember Mud telling us that one before bed," He let out a deep chuckle. "How could I forget it? It was Mud's favorite thing to tell us to get us to go to bed," Mel remembered all the times Mud threatened them with the idea of the Gas Man and let out a laugh at the memory.

"I think it went somethin like like this," Breadhead straighted up and got into his story telling position, knees up to his chest with his arms out like he was trying to read a crystal ball to get your fortune. "You ever wonder how so many of our lamps stay lit? You can thank the Gas Man, he goes around the island lighting any lamp he sees out. Some people say they've seen 'im, but they're fibbin'. Cuz if you've ever met the Gas Man, you don't come back. Mud said if the Gas Man catches you, he turns your fluids into oil and uses your flesh to light the lamps. He takes anyone that's out too late, no one's safe from the Gas Man."

Mel cringed at the idea of being turned into fuel for the lamps of the district. Even when she was little she never liked thinking about it for too long, she guessed that childhood fears aren't really stuck in childhood.

Breadhead caught on immediately and started giggling at his little sister's discomfort. Mel shot a glare at the loaf and that shut him up.

"Ok ok ok, you wanna hear about how cementing started?" Breadhead nodded vigorously, unsurprising to Mel considering how much joy he takes from crushing and eating rotlings and fly people.

"So, it all obviously started with that one guy who wouldn't shut up about... you know whats. And the others were pretty sick of his ramblings of the world before ours, and since they couldn't kill him they thought 'why don't we just try to lock him up?' It worked but only for a few centuries when people forgot about him and he escaped, he started talking about more weird and gross creatures once he was free. Everyone was sick and tired of the guy. So one brave rotling decided to try and drown him, they gathered as much rocks and bricks as they could, tied it to the insane guy, and threw him off the island into the depths." Mel acted out the motions of throwing someone off into the ocean, something she had hoped she could actually do one of these days (if Ken would let her.)

"It worked even better than just locking him up, and people forgot about him for even longer. It was nice without some insane man's ramblings on the island. But like usual, he came back. He was one crafty son of a bitch and made it everyone's problem. This time though, he was talking about their buildings, specifically this material that could withstand the test of time. He even insisted that there was still some of it underwater from eons ago.

So with one last ditch effort, that same brave rotling as before dove under the island and collected as much ancient rubble as he could (all while only drowning a couple of times.)" She whispered that last part to Breadhead, who seemed rather impressed by the notion.

"He listened to the mad man's rants, figuring out the best way to turn this trash into something that'd finally rid everyone from this annoyance. From those ramblings and rants, the rotling learned how to make cement. And it was perfect. The first ever cement block wasn't the best looking, but when that insane guy went plummeting into the cold depths below, he never came back up. Other people realized how useful this could be and started making their own cement! And then it became the best way to get rid of any annoying preacher or local mad man. Or in our case anyone with too much money," Mel chuckled at her own joke, thankfully Breadhead thought it was funny too.

"Wow Mel, and dad told you all this? He's never told me stories like that," The loaf seemed sad at that fact, and Mel realized that Ken never really did tell stories to Breadhead like he did with his daughter. "Well it's ok Breadhead! Dad takes you on missions and to go out and do hits, he doesn't do that with me!" While she hoped that'd change soon, she didn't want to ruin the moment for her brother.

"Thank you Mel," Breadhead said while giving her the biggest smile ever. "You wanna steal some of Mud's stash and get wasted?"

Mel's smile grew as wide as her brothers, "You read my mind bread boy!"

[puppydollgstar]

Poly TF141 x Fem!Reader

This is a really self indulgent little fic! Pronouns for reader are she/they. Reader is also caribbean (I am reader lmao)

A very self indulgent little writing piece bc I'm sad and woke up alone today :( (my family was out for work and it's been a hard week for me aaaa) its unedited so probably filled w a bunch of mistakes lmao

Story below the cut! :)

You wake up, the heavy fog of sleep still pressing you firmly to the mattress. Even though your eyes are open, squinting at the dim lights of the room, you make out the voices and silhouettes of your loved ones. Price, or at least whatever sounds like him, was in the kitchen, talking lowly to someone. His voice was still gruff with fatigue but he sounded calm and content. You could hear the static of the TV from the living room, some sort of sport channel was playing. A stifled voice hissed over the noise of the TV, "keep it down, you'll wake them." That had to be Kyle. He was always so worried about you. "Sorry." That was Johnny. You heard the creaking of the couch, then the ruffling of pillows and blankets. "Oh shit!" A loud clatter on the ground, then the groaning of the couch shifting beneath Johnny's weight. "Hope you didn't break the remote." Kyle snickered. "Bah...it'll be fine. Nothin a little duct tape can't fix." The couch creaked again as more weight was added to it. The Hum from the TV soon got quieter.

"See? It's fine." Johnny again. You could practically hear Kyle rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a high pitched squealing caused your heart to stutter. You opened your eyes, only to then recognize the noise to be the sound of the Kettle. Simon's brewing tea most likely. You heave out a sigh, placing a hand on your chest to feel the beating of your heart slow down again. That sound was enough to wake you. You sighed and rolled over, tightening the sheets around you. The mattress beneath your body heaved out an angry creak from the shift of your weight. Suddenly, footsteps and a knock at your door. The hinges creaked as the dim light from the living room flooded your dark bedroom. "Morning sleeping beauty." You could hear the smile in Price's voice.

Lifting the covers off of your head, you turned to peek at him within your nest of blankets. His smile then turned into that signature grin, the one that makes him look like a big soft teddy bear. Walking toward your blanket burrito, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before grabbing the hem of your Bonnet and sliding it back down onto your hair. "Left your breakfast on the stove. You can heat it up when you're ready." Wrapping his arms around your big cocoon, he gave you a tight squeeze before exiting the room. "Princess is up?" Kyle asked. "Might need a minute or two to rest. Best you boys leave her be for now." You could hear price grunt and the Crack of his back as he leaned down to press a kiss to either Johnny or Kyle. Honestly, maybe both.

You rested for about 10 more minutes before lifting yourself out of bed. Shivering at the cool air of your room, you reached for a nearby sweater. Pulling the hoodie over your head, you realized that it was Simon's. He probably forgot it in here when he kissed you goodnight. You then reached over your bed and grabbed your favourite plushie, snuggling it close to your chest before stepping out your room. Johnny and Kyle were snuggled up on the couch and greeted you both with soft smiles.

"Mornin, Hen. You sleep well?" Johnny's voice was soft. He opened his arms for a hug. Approaching your boyfriends, you then kneeled on to the ground and wrapped your arms around their waists. Resting your head in Kyle's lap, you then looked up at Johnny with a smile. "Yeah..I slept good.".

"Glad to hear it, babygirl." Kyle leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before reaching down to affectionately squeeze your shoulder. The three of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of one another along with the hum of the TV.

Johnny let out a yawn, stretching his arms and groaning at the quiet 'pop' of his shoulder. "Price and I tried to make ackee and saltfish. I think it turned out pretty okay. We left you a plate for breakfast." You felt your mouth water at the thought of breakfast. You weren't really hungry the night before so you skipped on dinner. "You mean to tell me, your pasty Scottish ass combined with John's British self, both tried to make a Caribbean dish?" You laughed. "Emphasis on tried." Kyle added, a small snicker of his own. "Well...I thought it was okay..." Johnny looked a bit sheepish. "We did end up burning the bake though...But you can't fault us! Its hard as shit to fry dough in oil.". You laughed, getting up off the floor and holding your stuffy close, "Well, I haven't even tried it yet. I'll be the judge of if you disgraced my culture or not." leaning down, you press a kiss to both of your boyfriends before walking toward the kitchen.

The aroma of ackee and saltfish filled your nostrils along with....Chocolate tea? At the table, Price sat with a mug of coffee and a few papers from an overdue report. Simon stood at the kitchen island with two mugs of tea. "Hey, lovie." He smiled, lifting his balaclava over the bridge of his nose to take a sip of the tea. You made your way over to Price, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to his temple before walking over to Simon. "Didn't know you like chocolate tea." You smiled, grabbing the cup next to his and taking a sip. The warm flavours of cinnamon, nutmeg, and chocolate hit your pallet, filling your belly with that fuzzy feeling of comfort and nostalgia. "Didn't know either till today. Price and I stopped by a Caribbean market earlier this morning. Saw it on the shelves and thought to give it a try." he shrugged before taking another swig from his mug. Setting your cup down, you then walked toward him and pressed your face into his chest. Your own lazy way of giving him a hug. He laughed before setting his own mug down and wrapping his arms around you, lifting the hem of your bonnet to smother your forehead in kisses before pulling it down over your eyes.

"Hey!" you playfully scolded, lifting it back up to your forehead. Simon took a playful swat at your ass before walking over to the stove and grabbing your plate of food. "Take a seat, I'll warm your breakfast."

Pulling out the chair next to Price, you then sat down and leaned your head against his shoulder. "Glad to see you up and about, love." Price smiled, wrapping an arm around you. Simon came back and placed your heated plate of food in front of you, "Enjoy." he smiled, leaning down to quickly peck your cheek and kiss Price before heading to the living room.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the smells and soundscapes that filled your home. From Price flipping through the various pages of his reports to the grumbling of Simon, telling Johnny to "move his thick ass over." on the couch. you felt content. You felt at home.

[littlxpxtal]

The Greatest

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

I'm trying my best

To keep you satisfied

Let you get your rest

While I stayed up all night

And you don't wanna know

How alone I've been

Let you come and go

Whatever state I'm in

March

Im here

It’s dark all around me, except for a small light coming behind the Chateau. I followed it, taking a sip of the liquor bottle I stole from my parents bar. I check my phone to see no one has responded yet.

”Idiots”. I mumble, walking further into the darkness down to the water when I finally hear whispers.

“BOO” I hiss at the shadow figures. Sarah yelps, and john b slaps his hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up” pope whisper-yells at me.

“Don’t tell me to shut the fuck up, im here to fucking help.” I whisper-yell back. “Now where is he”

”he said he was paddling here and would give us a signal when he was close.” Jon B whispers to me. I crouch down and feel Kie’s small hand grab my arm.

“Hi mama” I whisper, “you okay?”

she leans her head against mine, and I feel a slight tremble in her grip. She had to be worried sick. I wonder if we all heard from JJ around the same time.

After a few more minutes of us crouching in the marsh we hear a horrible bird call.

“That’s him” John B says, standing up.

“I brought this” I say, holding out a rolled blunt and a lighter to him.

”Perfect” he grabs it from my hands, and quickly lights it.

“Who missed papa j?” JJ says out in a normal voice. Pope hushes him and he lets out a laugh. His figure appears as the light of the blunt casts a shadow over the water, and he paddles up in tattered clothes on the shittiest paddle boat I’ve ever seen.

”Jay” Kie lets out, running into the water and hugging him. His hands wrap around her waist, and he drops his head into the crook of her neck. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t seen anyone else be truly in love, aside from Sarah and JB, In forever. I couldn’t even use my parents as an example. one, because I barely see them, and two, they weren’t very publically affectionate with each other. The only time I saw them standing close together was in photos, when it was mandatory.

Even standing in lines as kids, they would sandwich us, my dad in the back and my mother in the front always leading the way and managing everyone’s orders and problems, while dad kept an eye out for us to be safe. I rarely saw them hold hands, and come to think of it, I cant remember the last time I saw them hug. I cant remember the last time I hugged either one of them.

I stayed back as the rest of the pogues walked into the water to greet him, the boys pulling his paddle boat up onto the grass, the girls holding onto him. He was weak, dehydrated, sunburnt, and tired.

I watched the scene as if it was a painting. The reuniting of best friends. John B handed the blunt to JJ and he took a long drag. I watched him intently as he walked closer, a smile creeping on his face, illuminated from the light at the end.

“Here” I say, handing out the bottle of liquor I stole. He shined his teeth, and pushed the bottle away, embracing me in a hug.

“Thank you for being here. You’re still one of us you know?” He whispered into my ear. A tear fell from my eye and I squeezed him back.

“I need you to stop doing dumb shit like this. We cant lose you.”

”no promises princess” he quips ack, finally grabbing the bottle from my hands and taking a long swig.

“Are y’all ready to do this or what?”

We drove up to Mrs. Crain’s house in the Twinkie, with all of the supplies they needed to get down the well and take out the gold. It was thundering outside, I was shaking from the cold air and tipsy from the bottle JJ and I were sharing,

I checked my phone to see I didnt have any messages.

I knew better than to bring up my problems right now, especially since it was about rafe, and I was with people who honestly didnt care if he lived or died. JJ is also in serious trouble, and were on a mission to complete a quest that JB’s dad had been spending years trying to solve. My boy problems could wait.

There was still an itch in the back of my mind, wondering what he was doing, but I think that was just because I was borderline drunk.

“You gotta stay here” Pope says, breaking me out of my train of thought.

”We need you two on watchout, someone ready to stir chaos if needed, which will be you, Y/N, and our getaway driver, Cleo” Cleo salutes back to him, hopping into the front seat. I nod my head, and watch Sarah get out of the Twinkie.

“Please, please be safe” I whisper, hugging her with all my might.

“We’re gonna be rich” she whispers back, with a smile on her face when she releases me.

“You been drinking a lot” Cleo remarks when the door shuts. I stick out my tongue at her and hold up the bottle.

“That a problem?” I mumble, taking a sip and leaning my head back.

“What’s on your mind girl?”

I sigh and roll my head to the side to look at her. Her eyes look sad, full of empathy. I close my eyes and take another sip before twisting the cap back on.

“I don’t know what im doing with my life. Doesn’t feel like there’s a point to anything.”

“What would you rather be doing than this?” She jokes, grabbing the bottle from my hand and throwing it in the passenger seat.

i huff and cross my arms.

“In a city with lots of people. Not knowing anyone. Going places and not having to worry about everything I do being broadcasted around the town. Meeting new boys. Finding love. Learning things outside of what this stupid fucking island wants us to know”

“You almost there sweetheart, you’re graduating in a few months, and you already have a plan to get on up out of here. You know the folks we with right now don’t have that same luxury”

”I KNOW’ my voice raises. I adjust myself on the seat and look out the window.

”I know. Which is why I cant say anything to anyone. I keep this shit to myself. It’s no one else’s problem. Everyone THINKS I have it figured out just cus im good at school and I got into college.no one is asking what im going study, who im going to live with, where I want to go afterwards. They don’t need to, and I don’t want them to. Because I don’t know. Everything has led up to this moment, and now that its here, im terrified. Im fucking frightened. And my parents wont let me see my best friends, im having to sneak away like this. The guy I, god I don’t even know how I feel about him, he’s so unreadable, he’s so emotionally removed. All he wants is my body and I just fucking give it to him. I give in every time because I just want someone to need me for something. I need someone to want me, I think that’s why I gave into Noah so quick, and was so hurt when he didnt want me anymore. I need a purpose for everything or else I feel nothing. And right now, I have no purpose.”

”Your purpose right here, and right now it to make sure we complete this mission safely.” Cleo responds. “You are needed by us. We’ve needed you this whole time, you just couldn’t be here. And we don’t blame you. We don’t blame you at all. This situation we find ourselves in, this segregated town is making things more difficult than it needs to. But you are loved, y/n. You are loved by us all. Especially JJ and Sarah. I see the way you cherish them, and the way they feel the same back. They are going to be a MESS without you when you leave for college. And im not saying that to guilt you, I just want you to know you mean a lot more to people than you think, or even realize.”

at this point, Im sobbing and Cleo is rubbing his hand on my knee. I lean my head against the back of the drivers seat and reach over, her other hand interlocking with mine.

“Love you Cle” I whisper.

“Love you too princess” she says, and I can hear her smirk through her words.

We sit in silence for 5 more minutes before we hear shouting.

“Open the doors” Cleo instructs as she turns the car on. I push open the passenger door, grabbing the bottle that Cleo confiscated.

I open the side doors, bracing myself for the cold air and whips of cold water against my face. I lean down and grab a flashlight, flickering it three times before turning it off, to alert them we were ready.

The shouts got closer, and I could hearing cursing and heavy breaths reaching closer, the next thing I know, JJ is launching himself into the Twinkie rolling over to end up right next to me with the goofiest smirk I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Pope hops into the front seat, and then girls trail in.

“WHERES JOHN B” Pope screams into the back. I look around frantically through the open door to look for him, flashing the flashlight out before I hear sirens.

”What the fuck happened” I say, turning around. Sarah grabs my hips, pulling me down onto her before shouting at cleo

“FUCKING DRIVE”

Cleo changes the gear and presses hard onto the gas, making us all shift back in our seats. Im still ontop of Sarah, while JJ and Kie hold onto my arms.

“The fuck is happening” is ask, looking around at their dirty faces and soaking wet hair.

“GO AROUND TO THE BACK” JJ shouts up at Cleo, and she makes a sharp right turn. Sarah pushes me up and im onto of Kie, trying to regain my composure as the Twinkie whips around

Kie holds me close, laughing maniacally and JJ grabs my face in his hands, and starts laughing too.

“We’re fucking rich, we’re fucking rich” they kept chanting in my face

“THERE HE IS” Sarah shouts, reaching her hand out of the side door. I scream and lean over to pull her in, worried that she was going to fall out, before I see a mud covered arm reach on the side of the door.

”oh shit” I mumble, falling back ontop of Kie and JJ again before John b hurls himself into the Twinkie.

”NOW GO” Sarah screams back at Cleo.

’WHERE”

”lets go to my house” I speak up

Everyone whips their heads to me, and I finally gain enough courage to sit up.

”My parents aren’t home, and people will think im on spring break or something. and you can hide the Twinkie in my garage. ”

Cle looked over to pope for assurance and he nodded his head.

“Alright you're gonna take a left up here”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two days had passed since the pogues were staying with me. I ordered groceries to the house so we didnt have to leave, and we had a pretty good routine at this point. Everyone woke up between 9-11, and we all made a big brunch, hanging around the living room reading an and playing games. Then around dinner we all pitched in and sat around the table with lit candles. The nights ended w a smoke sesh and watching a scary movie.

I slept in my own bed, Kie and JJ in my older sisters room, John B and Sarah in my younger sisters room,and Cle and Pope in the guest room.

On the morning of the third day, I stayed in bed longer than usual, scrolling on my phone. I got a notification that Rafe had posted new photos, I clicked on the notification, the first few photos in the dump were just him and the boys fucking around. The fourth picture is what made my heart drop.

“Motherfucker”

a few moments later after staring at the image in disbelief, Sarah barges into my room.

“Let’s not do instagram today” reaching out, she grabs my phone from my hand and looks down to see I’ve already saw the image of rafe and Sofia together on spring break.

“Y/N” she sighs, clicking the phone off and tossing my phone to the other side of the bed.

“It’s fine. Seriously. We’re done with each other so. I don’t care” I shrug and stand up from the bed, walking over to my bathroom.

“‘I’ll be down in a bit.” I say before shutting the door.

When I exit the bathroom, I walk over the my phone astray on my bed.

There were a few missed texts from Sabrina.

so. I would suggest deleting the instagram app for now

are you okay???

alright I think you’ve already seen. Im so sorry.

what a fucking loser bro is wear im kicking his ass when he lands back in Kildare.

I already texted topper telling him off for having such a bad friend

okay he says that she just invited herself on their trip and he thinks rafe only posted that photo to be petty. He said they practically ignore each other every moment of the day except when people are taking pictures.

Idk if any of this is going to make you feel better. I hope you’re alright. I love and miss u so bad

im fine. He’s annoying

i respond, and leave my phone in my room as I go upstairs to find lunch already prepared, mostly everyone eating at this point.

“We were thinking of going down to the water today … around sundown?” John B speaks up when they see me walk in

”sounds good.” I say, with a fake smile, walking over to make myself a plate.

We trudge down to the edge of the water from my backyard, carrying baskets of food. JJ has his hood up and a pair of sunglasses, wearing some kook ass outfit I whipped up for him as his disguise.

Music buzzed through the speaker we brought back, a cloud of smoke surrounding us from the fire pit the boys had started. The sun had fully gone down at this point, and my mood had fathered back to being pissed off at Rafe’s post from earlier.

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on between you and rafe?” JJ says to me, holding out a joint and taking a seat next to me on the sand.

i take it out of his hand and take a drag.

“Dunno what you’re talking about”

I pass it back to him and he rolls his eyes.

”at first, when I noticed you always ended up around him, I thought it was just because he was one of the only kooks you actually knew. Ya know, since your were always with us and stuff. Then the whole thing on the beach the other week happened. I have never EVER seen rafe care about anyone. Not even Sarah. Hell he didnt even flinch to worry about Sarah when I pulled the gun out. Instead he grabbed you and ran away.”

I stared out into the ocean, the breeze blowing my hair into my face.

“What’s your point?” I ask, getting irritated.

“You keep shit so bottled up. Think that’s why we get along so well. We like to drown our problems and fuck around until we find out.”

I grunt and grab the joint out of his hand.

“I was hammered and rafe probably knew I was going to do something stupid if I wasn’t removed from the situation. His best friend is dating my best friend, so he probably just felt obligated to make sure I was fine. Plus it’s rafe fucking cameron for gods sake. Im not the kind of girl he goes for. Sofia is.” I mumble the last part and pass the joint back to JJ, pulling my knees up to my chest.

JJ shoves my arm and flicks my forehead.

”you’re an idiot” he says with a laugh. “You think it’s about you attracting rafe Cameron? That dude has always had the hots for you. He’s just such a Piece of shit he’s never going to be loyal to one girl. That’s just how he is. It’s not your fault at all he wont commit.”

”how do you even know”

he interrupts me with another cackle.

“Why are you keeping up this bit as if you aren’t obviously sleeping with him.” I whip my head and stare at JJ.

“Oh my god did Kie tell you” he smirks and gives me a sly wink

”She only told me because of what happened on the beach that night. When I got back I needed her to tell me everything I missed, and you know when Kie drinks she’s an open book.”

”damn” I grumble. “You don’t hate me?”

“No, I just feel kinda sorry for you.”

”okay fuck you”

”im just saying. Yu’re a special girl. You deserve more than someone who uses you for his own pleasure. I think when you leave for the main land you’ll get what you deserve”

”what if I think this is what I deserve.”

”we accept the love we think we deserve I guess”

”okay Stephen chbosky, I think its time we head back inside.”

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My Haitani Brothers NSFW & SFW relationship headcons in different timelines

Ran

Doesn't care if his gf style is emos/alternatives, tomboys or girly girls, although I think he has a preference for girly girls.

Likes someone who probably is a bit more mature

Has to get along with Rindou, if Rindou doesn't like her, ran will end the relationship

Likes cuddling during sleep

Someone who stays calm even when fighting/arguing

Takes him a little longer to commit to someone

Likes compliments from his gf

Let's hs gf braid his hair

Likes someone who Can make him laugh

I can see him as both someone who sleeps around, but also I can kind of not see that, he seems to care about his reputation so I don't think he'd want to be known as a fuckboy

I think hes a boob guy, he would want to lay on his gfs boobs when he sleeps sometimes

Daily naps with him

He would keep his gf hidden from the public because he wouldn't want a riverly gang to target her.

He would spoil her.

Would realize he has feelings pretty quickly just wouldn't commit right away

During sex he's a bit gentler, only once in a while would he be rough

He likes when his gf tops him, he can enjoy the view

He's very charming, very quickly gets his gfs parents approval

Likes affection and is affectionate

Bonten timeline might be a bit more of a player but definitely not 24/7, unless he's married or in a relationship

Is definitely a girl dad in bonten and final timeline

During bonten and final timeline When hes in a relationship he would let other girls try to flirt but then laugh or show his ring to them

That man has a big dick, he is tall an lanky an if y'all know anything about tall and lanky men, they are always packing

His dick may be big, but it's a tiny bit skinnier.

In Bonten and finale timeline, would get his kids names and wife's name tattooed on him.

In Tenjiku he would tell the boys he has a gf

During Tenjiku era parties, he would drag his gf everywhere

Would beat the shit out of anyone with his baton if they make any comments about his gf/wife.

Prefers being in the house then in public during Tenjiku era

He's bold

Likes clingy

He says I love you first

Teases his gf/wife a lot

Rindou

Wants a girl who can be his best friend an girlfriend at the same time

Someone who also likes drinking and partying

He would prob stop drinking as much as he does when hes in a relationship

Doesn't care what his gfs style is, he has no preference for emos/alternatives, tomboys, or girly girls

Likes when his gf goes to the gym with him but he won't pressure her into working out

LOVES when him an his gf have the same music taste

During late night car rides, definitely screaming with his girl the lyrics to the music playing

He loves when his gf hypes him up and compliments him when he's DJing and working out

He makes mixes for his gf

Let's his gf sit on his lap when he's making mixes

Likes clingy but also at times needs some space

At first is in disbelief that a girl confessed to him instead of ran

He would put his glasses on top of his gfs head when there's a fight

He is rougher in bed, although the first few times he'll be gentle and once in a while he'll be gentle

He is flexible, best believe he can use those hips and doing lots of positions

Since he's a bit shorter, his dick is average size but he definitely thicker, since he's buff once again he knows how to use his hips

He's more open and public with his gf, he takes her out

Shopping for music cds and dvds

I think he likes matching clothes with his gf

Let's his gf paint his nails

Ran realizes Rindou has feelings for a girl before Rindou realizes, he teases Rindou a lot

I kind of feel like he likes pda

Always has a arm around his gf during parties

Maybe at first keeps quiet about his gf to Tenjiku but eventually tells them, he may be a little insecure that she'd leave him for one of his friends but that's why he waits a bit to tell them but after they know he'll let her meet them

He's a good listener

He may be a little more aggressive during a argument on accident but then quickly apologizes, he doesn't intend to be aggressive

I feel like he's also a gamer, so he plays video games with his gf

Likes cuddling

I think he's a night owl so probably sneaks over to his gfs place in the middle of the night

I can see him being both very bold, but I can also see him being shy and blushing a lot

Definitely is scared to make a good impression when meeting his gfs parents

Lots of play wrestling with his gf/wife and kids

I feel like he would like couples yoga

He wants kids, a boy and a girl

Lots of movie nights

Is an ass guy, although he may also like boobs

During bonten he definitely djs in their clubs and may sleep around a lot, unless he's in a relationship

During Bonten and Final timeline, don't worry about him having wandering eyes, he only has eyes for his gf/wife, if someone flirts with him he will literally ignore her and roll his eyes or go on his phone

I feel like he would take his gf/wife to a club and then take the microphone and tell everyone it's his girls bday

Gets clingy and whiney when he's drunk

Falls in love quickly and easily

Likes reassurance due to his insecurity to being the shadow, younger, weaker and less picked(with girls) brother, although reassurance isn't needed

Rindou probably ha a goofy side

Definitely likes someone who can make him laugh, he may be surprised if his gf shows him her goofy side the first time, then laughs with her

During bonten and final timeline, has his wife/gf and kids name tattooed on him

Would fight anyone who makes a comment about his gf/wife

When it comes to saying I love you. Since I can see him being both bold, and shy, if he's bold then he says it first, if his gf says it first he says it back. If he's shy, he may use song titles or lyrics to indirectly say I love you, if his gf says it first he blushes and may wait a little bit to say it back

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Pairings: Wanda x reader; Tony x reader (platonic); Kate x reader (platonic); Yelena x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mention of Wanda’s time with HYDRA; little bit of angst, lot of fluff

Summary: A TikTok trend gets you and Wanda to admit your feelings for each other.

a/n: this was cute to write! First Wanda fic :) happy with it! Hope you enjoy

“Y/n!” You look up from the book you’re nose deep in to see Tony come into the common room area, Kate and Yelena behind him. He stopped by the sofa and looked confusedly at you. “You’re young. You know about this stuff.”

“Young?” You feigned offence, putting a hand on your chest. “I’m wounded, I’m actually 24.” There was a short pause. “Wait - what stuff?”

“TikTok.” You burst out laughing as the word came out of Tony’s mouth. The idea of Tony Stark on TikTok made you crease up laughing. The others watched you in amusement. “Don’t laugh. I’ve heard it’s very cool with the kids these days.”

“Did you borrow that phrase from Steve? Why are you coming to me about it anyway – can't Kate or Yelena...” Your voice trailed off as Yelena glared at you and Kate just shook her head. “Uh, ok, never mind. What do you need from it?”

“I want to know how to use it. I think it could be the missing link I’ve been looking for between uh, some projects and the digital age.”

“He wants Iron Man on TikTok,” Yelena said bluntly. “And he wants you to teach him how to do it.”

“Oh god...” you groaned as Tony looked impatiently at you. “Fine, yes, I’ll help you.”

***

“I hate this,” you moaned, staring frustratedly down at your laptop.

“What’s wrong?” The voice made you jump, and you looked around to see Wanda walking towards you. She had a mug in one hand and a book which you recognised as yours in the other.

“Wands what are you doing up? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” The witch shuffled awkwardly then sat down beside you. “What are you doing up?”

“Trying to edit a video for Tony. He’s obsessing over his page looking perfect.” You sighed. “And that means every video has to meet his standards.”

“Hmm.” Wanda leant towards you to look at the screen. You swallowed nervously and hoped she couldn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. Being around Wanda was both comforting and infuriating at the same time. You had feelings for the Sokovian ever since you were first introduced. Something about her shy smile and warm gaze drew you in and from that moment on the two of you were inseparable.

It had started out as a friendship. Wanda was your best friend and knowing how much she’d already been through made you determined not to make her endure anything more. But that turned into longing gazes and affectionate touches. Kate and Yelena had both tried to encourage you to make a move, yet you couldn’t seem to do it. You didn’t want to lose your best friend if she didn’t feel the same way that you felt about her.

“What’s this?” Wanda was pointing at the screen.

“Hmm, oh, probably just some trend.” Idly you clicked on it without really reading the words.

It was a girl and a boy dancing around in an empty car park. The words on the screen read: ‘able to take my best friend on dates because the world didn’t end when I was 16.’ You smiled, watching the video but beside you Wanda tensed and then swiftly exited the room. A moment later you looked over and noticed she was gone. “Wanda?” You stared back at the screen and then realised.

...the world didn’t end when I was 16 – Wanda and Pietro were 16 when the Avengers found them working with Ultron.

“Ah shit.” You closed the laptop and ran towards Wanda’s room. Giving a soft tap at the door, there was no answer. You waited a beat then knocked harder.

“Go away.” Her voice was muffled and sounded choked, and your heart leapt uncomfortably, realising she was upset.

“Wanda, can I come in?” You took the silence as a yes and entered her room. You’d always loved Wanda’s room, particularly after you encouraged her to make it her own. Fairy lights were strung around the place. Plants sat on the windowsill, gently tended to every day by the witch. Her bedspread was covered by two large blankets and an assortment of plushies, most of which you’d given her.

She was sitting on her bed, facing the wall, staring down at her hands. You sat down gently on the edge of the bed and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She tensed and then relaxed into your touch.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “It’s my fault, I didn’t read what the video said. I – I'm sorry, Wands.” She let out a breath and turned to face you. Immediately you reached up, wiping away a few stray tears. “Oh honey... I really am sorry. What can I do?”

“Hold me,” she whispered. “Please.”

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and crawled onto the bed next to her. Leaning your back against the wall, you reached out and pulled her against you, wrapping your arms around her, her hands clinging to your wrists. She leant her head back into the crook of your neck and you kissed the top of her head softly.

“I really am sorry,” you murmured. “I won’t show you any more videos. I just got frustrated at Tony. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” She shifted in your arms to look at you, you held eye contact for a moment then looked away. Wanda turned herself further and you moved away, your heart still racing. “Why do you do that?” She sounded hurt and you started to worry all over again. “Do what?”

“Move away from me. I’ve noticed it for a while now. I come and find you or I sit next to you, and you shift, you put space between you and me. I look at you, you smile and then you look away. What’s going on, y/n?”

You gulped. The only reason you did all that was to try and combat your feelings for your best friend. “I - I don’t know.”

“Tell me,” Wanda whispered. “We used to tell each other everything. But lately I don’t feel as if you are.”

“I don’t want you to hate me. Or – or resent me for anything.”

Wanda put a gentle hand on your cheek, turning your face so that you were forced to look at her. Her gaze was soft, her eyes searching yours. “I could never hate you, y/n. Please tell me what’s going on. Did I do something to upset you?”

“No! No, it’s not you, it’s me. I – I'm sorry Wands. I just – we’re best friends and I don’t know exactly when it happened but I – I have feelings for you,” you ended in a rush. “If you don’t feel like that, I totally understand and I will put it behind me, but please – I don’t want to lose you.”

A smile lit up your best friend’s face and you looked at her confused. Her thumb moved from your cheek to run gently across your bottom lip, making you gasp and look at her intently. “I have feelings for you too,” she whispered.

You leant in, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Wanda tasted like cinnamon and apricots, and it was intoxicating. When air became an issue, you both pulled away, touching your forehead to hers and smiling gently at her.

“I get to love my best friend because my world didn’t end at 16,” Wanda whispered, making you blush. “I may have been HYDRA’s puppet, y/n, but my world didn’t end then, it began. I found you.”

“I love you too.” You pulled the witch into a hug, both of you falling onto her bed, arms wrapped around each other and smiles on your faces.

[a-very-tired-raven]

UUUUM—

Which of your boys would be the bestest, most kickass husband to have around when wifey is sick for a week? The man who has everything covered from the kids to the house while wifey is out of commission.

Who would be the worst?

Maybe do 2-3 boys for the best and 2-3 for worst

Awwwshyahsg this is so sweet I love this

Absolute Best:

Sage: I feel like sage is probably the number one best option here. While all the horror's are completely fine, he's probably the MOST put together. Honestly I almost said June but..yeah sage has him beat. Sage has a very calm and easy personality, one that tends to melt onto others very easily. Not to mention, he runs an incense and herbal shop. Not only will he make sure wifey is 100% as comfortable as possible, he's right behind her with a warm beverage, dimmed lights, handmade medicine, and alllll the smelly goods lol. The man can cook, babysit, and make his SO feel comfortable all at the same time. He's also got some pretty good jokes up his sleeve to make his wifey laugh.

Mags: I had to think on this one, but despite how quiet mags is, I feel like he'd be a really good fit here. He's always there before you could even think of asking him for something. Be it cooking quietly with some relaxing music playing in the background, keeping the kids distracted without them worrying about mama, or helping you eat with a few kisses here and there, mags is a very capable monster. Hes able to help more with his actions and presence rather than his words, honestly. He'd also make sure not a damn soul comes in to interrupt lol.

Edge: maybe unexpected, but I feel like it's obvious lol. The man is 10 times more affectionate and sweet on his wife when she's sick, and not to mention the man can cook like hell. He'd probably let the kiddos sit in his lap or between him and his SO while they're resting, letting them quietly watch TV so they don't worry about their parent..as long as they aren't too loud.

And hey? If SO is the type that needs their meds and food, but wants to be alone? Not a problem. He's fine with giving you your space, but he *will* be checking in on you every hour. Also expect some teasing. He can't help it. He thinks it's the funny ass hell watching you try to be pissed off at him while groggy.

Horrible:

Nado: poor guy. He'd try his best, and it'd be sweet at first, but the man is so clumsy. You'd finally be starting to doze off after taking your meds, only to be woke up by every pot in the kitchen falling on top of him. Everything else gone smoothly? Nice and content?...well the kids have snuck out of his sight and are wrecking havoc with him *just* missing them as they run through the room. He's trying his best, really, he is, but he just can't multitask. Your best shot would be to have his brother make a premade meal and then take the kids for a couple days.

Red: he would try so so hard, but we all know how bad his attitude can get sometimes. And as soon as you snap at him about something because you feel like shit, he's snapping back. And now you have a headache. And the foods burning. And he's getting yelled at now. And now the kids are crying because moms upset and sick and Dad's barely holding it together.

Again...get someone else, preferably edge to handle the food, and get the kids down for a nap, and you Might be golden. The guys a love bug, he'd at least make you feel better by napping with you even though you both almost ripped each others throats out 20 minutes ago. Also he gets sick too. Lmao.

Zorn: worst out of all of them. Call me biased I don't like the guy. He'd be way to busy with his own stuff that he'd get your meds, but would forget you need something to eat. Hed make a thought to watch the kids, but they'd be all by themselves in their room upset because they don't know if moms okay and Dad won't let them out the room. I hate this guy. Nobody should date him. 👎🏽

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Gameboy

Billy Hargrove x NonBinary!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You didn't think the day could get any worse than this, but apparently you were wrong. tired from work, you came home and had to endure the shouting of your boyfriend and his little sister Maxine. Billy was going too far and you had enough.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 MDNI!! angst, blurb, very bad language, argue, broke-up, sigarettes, threats, intimidation, use of Y/N, no prounons NonBinary!Reader, theme about sex, theme about violence, anger issue, daddy issue, toxic relationship, bad ending. (Please be careful what you are about to read, the themes here are quite heavy and with a bad ending. If you don't feel like it, don't read, thanks)

𝐀/𝐍: My first Billy Hargrove One-Shot. I have to say that he's a character i dont have much interest to be honest, but if you want me to do more one-shots about Billy let me know! Please support new writers and reblog! Im sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE) word count: 2.4K

Fuck, fuck and fuck! You thought in your head when you wanted to scream. You had just left the bar where you worked and you could tell you had had a rough day. Your boss didn't stop tormenting you, by now you seriously thought he was mad at you. But that doesn't mean you stopped trying, moving forward and taking criticism and then improving yourself, but despite this the people around you seem bad every day.

You didn't have to think about it. Absolutely not! Now you would have gone to your boyfriend's house and he will surely console you, tell you that everything will be fine–wait...no. Absolutely not. You haven't done these things for almost two months because of your full-time job and the constant evenings where Billy went out, obviously not caring that you needed him. You tried to talk to him a couple of times to find out if something was wrong but he only answered "I'm fine, we're fine, why are you asking me?" You seriously started to think if you were the crazy one or if tiredness was playing a bad joke on you. Billy seemed calm and sees nothing wrong with your relationship. You didn't say anything. You knew the issues Billy was going through with his father lately, so you let it go and once again agreed with him, and blamed it on the stress.

You got to his door before you even knocked and Billy opened it angrily, which scared you. As soon as he noticed you he took a breath and gave you a simple "Hi" before letting you inside. It often happened that you went to sleep at your boyfriend's house, especially when his father wasn't there. As soon as you entered you felt a certain tension in the air and saw Billy take his jacket from the coat rack. You were about to ask something but the boy with golden curls beat you to it "Leave Max alone, that little bitch won't come out of her fucking room until I say so" With that I left the house slamming the door.

Right from him. He doesn't even tell you where he's going or with whom.

Apparently he had argued with Maxine, his younger sister. You completely ignored what Billy said to you and went to Max's door. You could clearly hear that she was crying and that hurts you. Since you met Max she has always seen you as a second parent: kind, helpful, affectionate and above all loving. You were happy to have this relationship with her and when she happened to argue with her brother, you couldn't help but go and console her or try to resolve the situation. Before knocking you looked around, the house was a real mess, or rather a disaster, all of Billy's things scattered everywhere, starting with: weights, ashtrays, porn magazines and gameboys. Shit...

You still don't understand how you managed to fall in love with an imbecile like him. So handsome with those curls and shining face but also so arrogant, messy and not very polite. You gently knocked on the door “Max, it's me Y/N, can I come in?” You heard the little girl sniff and she agreed. You opened the door and found Maxine in tears and her face completely red from the outburst. Her pillow was wet while her cleres were a shade of red from crying. She was lying on the bed and as soon as she saw you, her breath seemed to come back. You sat next to her while you used your fingers to fix some strands of her red hair.

"Maxine...what happened?" You said almost whispering. It took her a while to answer you but in the end she did "Dad...a little while ago he was here and he was arguing with Billy," she began "I didn't know what they were arguing about but then he started hitting him.. ." Her tone was shaky as she tried to collect herself "Did Dad hit Billy?" You asked and she nodded “Yes, the asshole” okay, you got the point. “I stopped him but after mom and the asshole left, Billy started yelling at me” you raised an eyebrow “Why on earth?” The question of when might be obvious seemed difficult for Max to answer. “I don't know for sure, he just told me that I shouldn't meddle in his business” you hugged her and she immediately hugged you back.

“I'll talk to him, I promise” You said and Max looked up immediately. "No Y/N, don't do it. He's too angry and I don't want him to be angry at you too" you smiled at his sweet thought towards you. Max was now like a little sister or a daughter to protect for you, you wouldn't have let Maxine spend the evening locked in her room even though she hadn't done anything "Don't worry about me, I can handle your brother" Oh well, knowing how to handle Billy Hargrove was a big word, but that didn't stop you from consoling Max and preparing her some snacks to stop her crying.

You laughed and joked and Max had finally regained her smile and as if you were a good parent you put a blanket over her while you turned off the light, leaving Max to sleep peacefully. After at least fifteen minutes, Billy came home with a bottle of beer in his hand, you snorted at the sight. You had been waiting for him all evening and you would have at least hoped that for once he wouldn't come back drunk although he seemed quite sober.

"Where have you been?" You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. He looked at you with a face that got on your nerves, he was bored.

"I asked you, where have you been" You repeated and he made a small moan and then replied "Outside for some fresh air" You didn't want to ask why he was drunk, you had gotten used to it by now so you let it go. Meanwhile he had thrown his jacket on the sofa.

"Why did you and Maxine argue?" Billy turned to look at you. He sat comfortably on the living room sofa bare-chested while he was ready to light his cigarette which he held between his lips. "Where's Max?" He asked "In her room to sleep after you made her cry" his face didn't change a bit, he was serious and definitely bored "Y/N, I specifically told you to leave Max alone, she was supposed to stay in her room " you nodded "In fact, she stayed in the room, but I kept her company" He let out a laugh and then looked back at your figure "You shouldn't have interacted with her" you shook your head "I'm sorry Billy, but I don't stay at your rules" at that statement he took the cigarette out of his mouth "I just want to know why you picked on her, you know I don't like seeing you or your sister like this"

"It's none of your business. What happens here is none of your business Y/N" you were shocked "Excuse me? You're my boyfriend, what happens to you is a fact that until proven otherwise concerns me too" You took a few steps closer towards the sofa. Billy giggled again and you were sure that the next one he would make would drive you mad "And let's hear, why on earth?" You gave an obvious look "Um, hello? We're engaged Billy, engaged!" You timed the last word well "Oh right, I forgot" he said it in a sarcastic way and now your nerves were getting frayed "Oh, I'm sorry this is weighing on you Billy" you too played the sarcasm card and he rolled his eyes "What the fuck Y/N! Now I have to tell you everything I do?" You nodded quickly "Yes, you piss me off that I have to tell you where I'm going, with who and why otherwise you'll ban me from going out" You almost screamed but then lowered your voice remembering Max in the other room.

Billy had lit his cigarette in the meantime "But that has nothing to do with it -" you stopped him while your blood was boiling "It certainly has something to do with it William!" Your eyes were different, they were like Billy had never seen them and when you used his real name he understood that you were seriously pissed. Billy hates being called by his real name and you knew it very well, you did it on purpose. You wanted him to understand how serious you were and how tired you were of the current situation.

“How dare you call me?” Even though he was drunk, Billy was high and his eyes were fixed on you as they gave you a horrible feeling. They wanted to intimidate you, but you weren't like that and he knew it from the first moment he met you. Even if you were afraid that he would knock your teeth out and then make you spill all your blood until you apologized, but you were brave and you wouldn't let yourself be bossed around.

You pointed your finger at him "Oh no! Don't try to make that angry dick face because I'm the angry one, you understand?" He was surprised by your arrogant response "Things have been going on like this for two months and I can't stand it anymore. You barely look at me, all you do is go out in the evening and you don't even tell me where you're going, but you do it when you're too drunk to drive and I have to pick you up" You started and he looked like he was listening intently "And this happens every Friday night Billy. I come home from work tired and destroyed by those filthy pieces of shit and instead being close to me all you do is complain" He snorted and now gave you a different look. He put the cigarette in the ashtray, even though he hadn't smoked it at all. He seemed calm and approached you smiling lovingly... was it the alcohol by any chance? Or maybe bipolar?

"Okay honey, you're right. I'm sorry, now how about we go relax over there–" you pushed him. You were disappointed. His response disgusted you more than expected "No Billy. You won't play your fucking game on me telling me I'm right when in reality you just want to take me to bed and fuck me the way you like it" his face was back and angry more than first "But apparently the other times you didn't hesitate to open your legs for me" it was cheeky and disgusting and you slapped him. You had become a burning fire and you were sure that you would burn him and his house down "Because I was blinded by a filthy imbecile asshole like you. I thought you loved me..." You felt the burning in your eyes as your eyes became shiny. You were too weak to face the truth but you needed it...as much as you loved that boy with all your heart, he would never love you "Oh so now it's me not loving you?" He said dramatically and the tears came out and this time you screamed "Billy, you never console me and only seek me out when you feel like having sex with me. What did you take me for? A toy? I'm your fucking gameboy by any chance?" He tried to answer but couldn't find the right words and blurted out "Shut your mouth" your nervous system was out of control and you raised your voice again "Not this time Billy! Not after I've opened and closed it as you please!"

Now you didn't care who could hear you or who you would disturb. You were tired. You didn't want this. You wanted a serious relationship with a serious person. You wanted someone who values ​​you and takes care of you when you need it, always available and who doesn't see you as a sex toy giving you false illusions. "Calm down, young lady! Show respect" you looked at him and in front of you you had another person. Not Billy Hargrove, but William Hargrove...the real him. Despite everything he was that and you were sorry for ruining yourself by being around him. You didn't think he would ever threaten you, an attitude you hated and hoped your boyfriend wouldn't attribute to "Wow...now you're threatening me?" Billy later realized what he said and didn't reply "Congratulations Billy Hargorve. You ruined my life. You made fun of me and took advantage of me and used me to please your cock when it got hard and needy. But worse…you became your father” you never thought you would say it, but you did. With that sentence you knew you would unleash his anger and you didn't give him time to react "It's over." You announced and then headed towards the door and exited the house as he yelled after you in anger. You didn't want to hear it or deal with it ever again. You had endured enough and it was time to end it.

You had ended a year-long relationship and you now ask yourself in tears as you walked quickly to your house as you had done. You didn't know that obviously. You will never understand, you loved him, what did you need to know or realize? As beautiful and magical as love could be, it was also blind and cruel. It seemed to be a difficult game where the only possibility of victory was to survive until the game itself got tired of testing you, and then it throws a truth in your face that you would rather ignore. But ultimately it was better to suffer for the truth than to live in something that didn't exist.

Now you needed to get up and continue to live your life but you weren't motivated to move forward and live like you did before working, especially now that the only person you loved was just a liar who loved playing with people's feelings and what's more he preferred masturbating to porn magazines than spending sweet moments with you. Would you have suffered? Yes. And you don't know for how long, but you hoped for little since you couldn't cry and dry up your tears for someone who never deserved you and who the only thing he ever worshiped was your body.

[inikona]

Daily Writing Challenge

February 2025

Day 1 - Hypnotic, Star

Inikona clapped her hands together with the timing of the dancer's movements. They had been at this for hours today and it had been a constant for the last few weeks. This song on repeat was so ingrained in her brain she was catching herself crooning it at all moments of her day and night. She even had a client think he was being serenaded with her personal feelings. That was a shit show to navigate out of.

The dancer stumbled and collapsed in a dramatic pile on the floor. "By Elune! Why can't I get that footing, right!? I'm like an albatross trying to look elegant!" Cy bemoaned and hid his face under his bare arms. He had been dancing in just a pair of loose pants as part of the show was to take off and then put on a shirt. He was far more skilled on one side of that equation than the other.

The trolless snorted at his dramatics and paced over to him on bare feet. She kicked him lightly on the side earning her a scowl. "I tink ya juss be tired. Ya been ovah dis part too many times. Most da time ya be gettin' et right. Now shove off a ways an' I show ya whatcha doin' wrong." When her space was clear, she executed the tricky steps with ease. Her lithe body bending with a natural grace that only came with a decade or more of dedication to her craft. "See where my weight shift from dis foot to de odah wit dis step?" She moved through the sequence again. "Ya been shiftin' ya bulk ta ya heel but not lettin' et flow ovah da toe. Ya gotta push ya bodeh ta dis spot before ya twist." She did the motion again but this time incorrectly causing her next step to falter. "See? Get up and do et again, juss dis part."

She stepped away and waited till he got into position. Her voice lifting to sing out the melody and her hands tapping the beat. Cy took a breath and moved as he was queued. This time, he got the timing and the weight shift right. She stopped singing and clapped for him. "Dat be enough fa taday. Go home, find a love or two an' snuggle dem good." He stepped to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, letting some of his weight rest on her. "I will clean up da space. Ya doin' well. I tink ya will have a great first show." She patted his fabric clad butt in an affectionate way.

Cy pulled back with a weary smile. "I just want to do good enough not to embarrass anyone. Not to embarrass the troupe. I don't need to be a star. I just want.. respect maybe? To feel like I really belong?" He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Maybe I am too tired to continue. I'm getting melancholy." In a flash his mood seemed to lighten, his familiar mask of lighthearted joy covering the real worry underneath. "Come to the house with me? I'm sure Leon won't mind. He loves cooking for new people. Unless you have other plans? Any hot boys waiting to fill your bed, Niki?" He waggled his magenta eyebrows at her.

She pushed him off with a scoff. "Ya brain be full a fluff. Good ting ya got a pretty face, Doh et be far prettier den any face got a right ta be. Now shove off an' go see ta ya people 'for I treat ya sorreh ass for what et's good fa." Niki grabbed her crotch in a very lewd way and flashed her trimmed down tusks at him. The impertinent elf wiggled said ass at her, before trotting out the door with a laugh. She shook her head after him.

Niki didn't move until she heard the dance studio's door close. She restarted the music and let her body flow through his routines, adding her own twists and turns to the performance about lost and unattainable love as she let the music carry her. She let her body twist to the ground as the last strains of music faded from the space.

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[rockium-z]

DELTARUNE CHAPTERS 3 & 4 AM I RIGHT FELLAS.

many spoilers under the cut:

- i want whatever funny dances tenna has. that television can GET IT

- WAY TO HIT IMMEDIATELY WITH THE DEPRESSION!! OKAY!! one deltarune fic author was absolutely right on the money with the ralsei not being able to leave the dark world and also clinging to his role as the prince of the dark in the prophecy, to the point where he believes he can only follow the path the prophecy has set out for him (at least at the start of chapter 3). but also OW

- susie room being shown was insane. susie my beloved

- i love dark world lore

- legend of zelda-esque games goes crazy. the goddamn rouxls polycule was also crazy. the goddamn rouxls inserting himself into the polycule to influence lanino and elnina to get back together is such a goddamn big brain move from the guy not bad

- okay so i sucked ass at the physical challenge of board 1 so goddamn hard that i had to retry that cooking minigame 5 times. or more. damn you jumps that land onto the fire i was trying to avoid still!! (/affectionate. i also did have a skill issue tho so LOL)

- "recruit 25 shadowguys" -- oh that's how you recruit 25 shadowguys. no grinding needed actually. huh.

- tenna lore is so fucking sad tho? what the hell?? and the parallels with what ralsei and susie are going through the entire damn chapter?? toby fox please you did not have to give my funny boy abandonment issues and then give him that giant spark of hope at the end only to immediately do him like that. holy shit. toby fox please i am dying

- then again throughout the tenna boss battle i was basically having a terrible time because damn if i am bad at switching between game rules in the blink of a goddamn eye... which is to say the knight showed up when i had less than half hp left and i was like "fuck. i'm gonna need to do all that again"

- THANKFULLY NO because apparently my ass WAS supposed to be beat into the ground

- roaring knight dess holy shit... her antlers and wiffle bat at the start of the fight...

- rhythm game is amazing but i suck bad. how the fuck did i get b first try and actually pass board 2. also the lost girl leitmotif goes HARD

- very thankfully i do not have to be the greatest gamer of all time in order to get mettaton his entertainment!! i do not know how to feel about his reaction though. like fuck yeah trans awakening and also (wide eyes emoji)

- napstablook pls... i don't think lying on the road is gonna stop traffic... 

- i have not fully processed undyne straight up getting taken by the knight. like holy shit insane save by her and also WOAH. WHAT?? HUH?? OKAY???

- i may have religious trauma because the chapter 4 church jumpscare was real to me

- anyways susie and kris friendship moments are as always fucking awesome. ain't no church juice better than the one you're mutually pouring into each other's mouths

- hey game you can't punch me with ralsei never having tasted his own cakes and ALSO having world's emptiest fucking room. HEY

- soul section in noelle's house was extremely unexpected but also HOLY SHIT

- actually cool as hell to hear kris play the piano. i'm so fucking proud of them, and also hot damn the bgm is very definitely an actual thing the characters hear?? lets fucking GOOO but also that means they're playing it all by ear and from memory. i cannot piano. kris is goddamn skilled on a LEVEL

- i love being jumpscared by kris throwing hockey pucks at the soul

- why does the voice on the other end of the line not want susie playing dess's guitar?? why?? i have not figured out and i think i'll let that stay a mystery to me for now 

- carol is. i did not expect her here. damn

- thought she was the knight for a hot minute because her antlers are the same shape as the knight's lol

- i suck badly at dodging the lasers of the guei (which i guess is what happens when i suck similarly badly at dodging variants of touhou's one-winged heron) but i am extremely happy about the chinese characters in its dialogue. 哦！哦！哦！我鬼。fuck yeah

- church dark world in general (to me) is TERRIFYING. definitely is the parallel to waterfall in undertale because i swear to god this one really do be playing true to form with what a dark world would be (dark). i CANNOT see shit in many areas. the areas are almost always a goddamn maze. the second there's some red pulsing thing in the dark and the objective is to run i am hitting the panic button and running into dead ends

- and also the prophecy in huge text. and the ominousness of it. yeag

- so for those same reasons (headless chicken mode activates under minimal visibilty and time pressure) jackenstein was. uh. 

- YOUR TAKING TOO LONG

- yeah i screamed on my first go

- (hears the spooktune leitmotif in the boss music) (notices that just the boss's eyes in the dark is very similar to napstablook) WHY DO I HEAR BOSS MUSIC.

- toby fox p l e a s e you can't make a boss whose entire gimmick is navigating a barely visible maze under time pressure and having a giant jack-o-lantern fuck me sideways into negative hp if it catches me, and then giving 'em goddamn memes. 

- YOUR TOO L O N G

- YOUR TOOTOO

- MAMA M I A

- toby fox please i am trying to save up tp. what do you mean i have to reach 60% three times. what do you mean mr naice guy is coming for me. i am going to have a goddamn heart attack

- gerson and susie moments... susie thinking ralsei should do all the healing because she looks at her own ability and thinks because she sucks at it she should just focus on what she's good at instead and that's being the bully... gerson guiding her to realize otherwise... god. susie, man. the mega susie enjoyers are gonna have a field day

- (looks at susie taking out the mini hammer) GIRL NO THAT'S DUST

- that entire scene was heartbreaking. goddamn

- not gonna lie the alternate church dark world was also terrifying but in a slightly different way. thought the entire time that there was a possibility of completing the chapter without susie, which (to me) is goddamn terrifying, so most of the entire dark world was spent running after susie

- THE GIRL FINDS LOVE!! SHE FINDS AND BRINGS HOPE!!! (i know suselle is a thing but also very much looking at the friendship here. she finds love indeed)

- susie lore goes insane. susie my beloved

- ok so i did have to retry the fake gerson fight like several times because my reaction speed is a s s. also the first time i got the up sound cue i did not recognize it as such, so yeah

- okay so a little bit before the titan fight there's this maze. you're supposed to find a way to go up straight but i did not see that path and instead went to the right, which is where a bitchass brutal climbing section is. water pouring down and giving you increasingly shorter windows of time to charge jump to the next gap is awful, but i thought this was the way forward so yeah brute forcing that section it was!... completing the path gives ralsei a princess ribbon. it's good armor i guess but also HEY.

- UGHHHH TITAN EMBRYOS UGHHHHHHHH

- climbing section was intense as shit, once again because time pressure in the second half, and also because hot damn do i suck ass at dodging the dark water. damn

- that climb to the knight was insane tho. everyone sharing the burden of damage holy shit... did not stop me at the end from going "gang we have 1 hp each. we are cooked" but damn if that was not monumental

- not gonna lie i thought i was gonna lose terribly to the titan. ran out of healing items. only had one (1) revivemint at the end. i get hit consistently and those embryos + those giant fingers are the bane of my existence. gotta build up tp to 80% like three times but also i only got 90% health remaining after the first unleash so i was very much convinced i was cooked

- gerson coming back in for the save was wild

- susie SLAM DUNKING kris into the titan was goddamn peak. i cannot even

- i might have actually done myself a favor by not replaying chapters 1&2 before binge-playing 3&4 because. uh. going from childlike idealism and wonder to ralsei having susie's blood on his face portrait after she smashes the last prophecy and grabs him. him having a goddamn breakdown. sorry to everyone who played 1&2 pacifist to refresh their memory because you're in for a RIDE

- last prophecy guesses: it's probably either someone has to be sacrificed, or the light and dark worlds will be separated forever. or it's gonna be a reset-ish thing and it'll be as though the darkners and the dark world never existed. i dunno lmao but ain't nobody telling me anything lmao!

- hey game you can't hit me with the hammer of heartbreak and then very soon after hit me with goofy-ass possible soriel. game p l e a s e 

- kris tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep is so real tho

- i have a guess that the other person on the line could be carol, because she's cold with most everyone except kris, and also because kris called someone on the phone in the closet to alert someone that susie had dess's guitar and carol was there in a goddamn jiffy. the other guess would be dess if she's the knight, because (gestures to ch3 secret boss) the knight sorta does a "knighting" ceremony-esque thing for kris instead of kicking their ass to the ground

- WHAT IN THE WEIRD ROUTE

- yeah no i'm not doing this fr fr. truly there is an option to take traumatizing noelle to its natural conclusion

- secret boss gerson having a 1v1 with susie only seems extremely fitting actually. that's her moment and she gets to shine! fuck yeah!!

- DELTARUNE IN 2026!!!

- wrap-up thoughts for the moment: i love being whacked by the sadness mallet!! like godDAMN that's like. immediate pain. i actually cannot even. but maybe even the prophecy can be changed! maybe destiny can be taken into one's hands!! hoping very hard that the kids are gonna be alright because holy fucking shit! them's the stakes!! 

- i really do need to play through 1 and 2 on a new save and maybe hit up the secret bosses, but like. my ass has not yet been able to beat either jevil or spamton. i stand 0.5 chance against the knight. gerson will just kick my ass. oh well maybe later. in the meantime i'll be rhythm gaming the guitar minigame thank u very much

[mattsundaes]

goddammit Dee, it's Iwa/Samu again and I thought when I showed up it was gonna be about that shifter!Samu **** kink thing (because that's beautiful and I wanna expand on it) BUT NO. YOU HAD TO HIT ME WITH OUR BOYS AT THE RENN FAIRE so fuck you for that (affectionately) IT'S SER IWA TIME

Reader who's also a knight on rotation but due to her horse having a medical issue that's gonna need a couple weeks to heal she's playing other parts at the tournaments for a month. She's known backstage for having a big horse and a big laugh, but on the tournament field she's a MENACE. And she refuses to just take the month off, so now she's playing squire or announcer (and continuing to heckle the knights like she does as a dame) until the Princess (whose hand is being fought for) gets sick and needs the weekend off and everyone goes "oh god oh fuck the Princess is a big part of the show what are we gonna do" and Reader volunteers to fill in, so now she's spending the weekend in her favorite corset (she made it herself and it's one of the most comfortable things she owns and is way more comfy than double sports bras to fit into her armor) and she didn't remember her one gown she could jury-rig into being princess-ly being QUITE this low-cut but fuck it she's a princess and not gonna get the faire in trouble for public indecency.

Each show starts with all the knights in a row riding past the Princess' small dais, which is built a few feet off the ground so that the Princess who's standing is gonna be about the same height as the knights on horseback, and offering the Princess a token of their affection. Usually it's a handkerchief or a (plastic) flower or maybe even a kiss to the back of her hand if they're feeling REALLY saucy. Her first tournament as Princess, all the knights use her signature move of pressing the Princess' hand to their helmet visor as if they're kissing it but leaving the visor down (she usually doesn't reveal that she's a woman until later in the tournament) as a nod to her and she's really touched (and definitely not glad that Ser Iwaizumi is last because she just gets a glimpse of his eyes through his helmet's eye slit when he lifts his head and his eyes practically burn into hers. She just wanted to sit down. Definitely)

And then The Antics start

-gets a flopping fish cat toy (turned on so it's flopping) as a token, a handkerchief that's been VERY used, a tiny bouquet of tall grass no flowers

-gets called the wrong name by the winner when she names him her champion and gives him a kiss on the cheek

-a knight she's good friends with backstage and usually takes the role of her fierce rival onstage asks if she's got any prettier sisters or cousins to fight for. Or her mom, maybe? A particularly high-ranking maid?

But Iwa. Iwa keeps pressing her hand to his visor and if she's lucky she can catch a glimpse of those eyes when he pulls back. And since the Princess is a public-wandering role she never gets a chance to corner him in the makeshift stables and ask him WHY, when he's gotten to the final contest, does he keep THROWING IT. She's fought him on foot, she's jousted him, she's fought him mounted, and she KNOWS that he's not making rookie mistakes. With 4 shows a day, he usually wins at least once a day. Which means that he's throwing on purpose, to not be named her champion.

And him not winning is doing NOTHING to deter the fangirls, if anything it's making it worse because oh the poor Ser Iwaizumi, he was so close and then he lost, is he okay? Maybe next time! I'll be sure to come cheer you on again to see you win, Ser Iwaizumi~ and reader just wants to barf at how they throw themselves at him (unlike her, who's had a crush on him for YEARS because they run in many of the same circles, who deals with her feelings by beating the shit out of him with a dulled sword a couple times a weekend for 6 months of the year)

And Iwa is going to lose his fucking MIND when the usual Princess texts the group chat on Wednesday after the weekend of Princess reader and says that she's gonna need the next weekend off too and reader immediately volunteers to step in again since her horse still needs time to recover. Because now he has EIGHT. MORE. SHOWS. of reader in that dress that fits her just right and is his favourite colour and brings out her eyes and how delicate her unarmoured hand feels in his when he brings it to his helmet and yet he can still feel the strength in it that has literally beaten him to the ground before. And then she just walks off into the faire after their shows are done, on display for all the faire-goers to see as he goes backstage and takes care of his horse.

Three of the daily shows (1, 2, and 4) are smaller shows with the Big Spectacle being the mid-afternoon show, and the Princess rides a lap or two around the ring with her champion after that one, just to keep the crowd interested for as long as possible and extend The Show. And the next weekend Iwa isn't paying attention, he's had a shit day and he forgets to throw the Big Show after getting knocked out of the running early on for the first two shows. And then suddenly the crowd is cheering and the announcer is raising his hand in the air and declaring him the winner which makes him the Princess' champion. And he can't fuck up The Show so he rides up to the dais where reader is already standing waiting and oh god he can see from the angle of the sun that she's got very fine body glitter across her cheeks and her throat and her cleavage and he wonders what it would taste like to lick it off-

And he's not paying attention as she names him her royal champion and the holder of her undying affections blah blah blah and trying REALLY HARD to ignore how soft her lips are when he takes his helmet off so she can kiss his cheek. And then her hand is on his shoulder shaking him gently, and quiet enough that the area mic can't pick it up she's asking if he's okay, he's supposed to ask her for a ride, is he hurt does he need a medic. So he's gotta deal with her hip nestled FIRMLY against him because these saddles are NOT made for two as she rides in front of him, his arms securely around her waist to keep her from falling as she waves to the crowd and her hips are rolling with the horse's walk and he can smell the faint remainder of her perfume.

For her final show as Princess, because the usual Princess confirmed that she's doing better and will definitely be back next week, he gets a black rose for reader and because she's out walking the faire and being Princess he literally leaves to go pick it up between shows 3 and 4 so it's super fresh. And everyone backstage, who has known for Y E A R S that Iwa and reader have things for each other, is teasing him relentlessly. But if he chickens out from this they're gonna kill him. And reader has to just sit there for the whole tournament after being given this rose like she's cool and okay and not gonna go home and scream into a pillow.

I dunno if they kiss or not when he wins

(Also if it's available, can I take 🐑 ?)

i'm screaming this was so cute and soft and chaotic and wonderful!!!!!!

reader and iwa both being knights! YEARS of pining! iwa being the biggest Bitch of all time throwing every single contest because the sight alone of reader in that drESS. HIM FORGETTING NOT TO WIN. HE IS SUCH A DISASTER. the victory ride!!!!!! THE BLACK ROSE!!!!!!!!!

i am begging them to smooch. backstage at the very least.

thank you for this lovely gift 🐑 nonnie<3<3<3!!!

[fineanddandy]

Taken (Eleven)

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Relationship: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Warnings: graphic language, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), talks about feelings, these nerds fighting, 18+

A/N: Bucky meeting the moms?! Yeah why not…had to throw in another curve ball on that ass lol idk why I love writing this series so much but I doooo! The only story I’ve been wanting to work on.

Bucky peacefully slept through the night snuggled up under her jaw, holding her hand, dreaming about her smile and her laugh. So much better than what he was envisioning before. It was early for her, but she had a lot on her mind. She listened to his soothing breathing as she lied there, enjoying his crushing weight at her side. She still felt bad for making him feel like she’d leave him, so she decided to let him sleep in. Figured he needed the rest after having such an awful dream. Maybe she should tell him everything today after a good breakfast and a little more sex to put him even more at peace before she emotionally dumped all over him. Her poor lil big bad. Seeing Bucky that upset, that afraid, really put some things into perspective for her. His feelings, hers, their future. Their future…so wild to even consider. If there was no going back to her old life, back to him, then what else is there. She never really thought about it before. So caught up in what was and ditching that phase of her life, she really didn’t realize where she was headed until a couple days ago. End game: Bucky Barnes. Because let’s be real, she didn’t want to be with anyone else, and if it wasn’t for him, she’d probably still be in her mess of a marriage. So…what else is there? Nothing…just her cute ass big bad wolf and those piercing grey eyes full of love and admiration. No man’s ever looked at her the way he does. She’ll never shake the image from her memory…really shook her to her core.

Could she spend the rest of her life with Bucky? That was one of the many questions she focused on in the midst of her mental chaos. That was never her intention when they met, or decided to hatch this sexually charged situationship. But since then, she’s clearly fallen for him, just been in denial about it all. Her feelings potentially lagged compared to Bucky’s but they were there. Boy were they there…even louder than before though. And it was kinda freaking her out, how immense those feelings were. Pages filled with all the incessant noise. She loves Bucky but she’s afraid of being hurt again. She can let her ex husband and her ex best friend be together. She can trust Bucky even if she didn’t know much about him or his business. Seemed like forever she spiraled out, scribbling every single thought that crossed her mind just to get it out. She hated to leave Bucky alone at night but that was the best time for her to rage. She was dealing with shit she had never dealt with before. The hurt of being betrayed by her first loves, but then finding new life in someone she hardly knew. She didn’t know what to do with all the madness brewing around in her heart.

Just before she gets out of bed, she leans down to kiss the top of Bucky’s head then slithers out of his desperate grasp. He’ll be fine without her for a bit, sure he’ll be up shortly. Brushing an affectionate down his scruffy jawline, she grins down at how sweet he looks. Hair all askew and in his handsome face. His toned back expanding with each soft breath. Her heart skipped several beats, which caused her to huff a big sigh.

“Fuckin cute ass…”

Was she in love? Or…falling in love? With Bucky? Sure felt like it…she was familiar with all the butterflies and the swooning and the incessant thoughts of him and only him. Remember when she felt like that with her husband. And then what happened. She pulls on her oversized hoodie as she steps out into the hall, flipping her braids out and over her shoulder. She can’t be in love with Bucky it’s too soon. At least that’s what her guilty consciousness was telling her. Some days, it felt like she just left her husband, while most days, it felt like she and Bucky had been together for years. It was weird…and she couldn’t decipher what was wrong or right anymore. It should be ok for her to fall for Bucky; her marriage was long over before she went with him but for some reason, she felt a small sense of guilt. What the fuck was that about? It had been driving her completely mad the last few days.

“Morning Chef. Do you think you could make your French Toast that Bucky loves?”

And she’ll have a super green omelette, just cuz it sounds so good to her. Bucky’s in house chef nods with a satisfied grin, pulling out the proper bowls and ingredients for their breakfast. The smile that’ll slither across Bucky’s face when he sits the plate down in front of him. She’d love to keep him in high spirits. He deserves it after all.

“Looks like someone’s back to their normal self…”

Enter Bucky’s right hand coming in for the day, newspaper and coffee in tow. He curiously swivels his head around for his boss, a little surprised not to see him up and dressed, grumbling and pacing around the room.

“Getting there,” she sighs, pouring coffee into her favorite mug. Definitely feeling better this morning than she has the past few days.

He’s still curious about Bucky, and that the house is so calm this morning. It’s nice compared to what it’s been. “Have you two talked?”

She shrugs her shoulders with a small nod, pouring milk into her dark roast. “A little…I’ve been pretty out of it huh…”

He nods in agreement. “Had Bucky more paranoid than usual…but you sure you’re ok? Need me to handle something for you?”

She turns to face him, takes a drink from her cup. “Nah…I’m good boo, sorry. But thanks though. I plan on talking to Bucky.”

“Good…he’ll really appreciate that.” He smiles as he walks off to his office. He’ll wait for Bucky there.

As the chef cooks, she quietly sits with her coffee, thoughtlessly scrolling through her phone just so she can have a break. She’s overworked herself mentally so not thinking really appeals to her. Lazily tapping at a game, she sips and hums to herself, enjoying all the smells floating from the stove. At this moment, she had no worries, just a bit of peace…up until her phone vibrated with a text notification from her mom.

Morning baby. Thinking about you. Are you free to talk?

Ugh, damn. She hasn’t spoken to her mom in a few days so this text was expected. She doesn’t really have time to entertain her mom right now though; the day was all about reassuring Bucky that she wants him, that she wants to be here after her blunder. Staring at her text, she debates if she should reply, afraid that it’ll send an invitation to be stuck on the phone for hours. Eh…she’ll text her back later. After she takes care of Bucky. Who’s up and coming from their bedroom in his lush robe, pulling his hair back into a ponytail. Holding her mug with two hands, she beholds him coming down the stairs with a happy grin, shoving his hands in his pockets. They stare each other down as he enters the room, beelining for her so he can get his morning kiss. She looks so cozy and cute there, hiding her infatuated smirk behind the rim of her cup. Bucky wished he had his phone to take a picture.

“Why weren’t you in bed when I woke up?” He asks as he sweeps up her pretty face in his hands, kissing her coffee strained lips.

“Had to make sure you’re having your favorite breakfast this morning…” she mutters through her puckered lips, stealing another kiss off him.

Bucky wrinkles his nose. “My favorite? The occasion?”

She sits down her mug to wrap her arms around his neck. “Just wanna make you happy baby…”

He hums a grin. “You make me plenty happy angel, swear.”

Hearing that made her feel bad all over again. Remembering how upset he was after that dream. She should be doing more to keep him happy. “I’m sorry Bucky.”

Resting his lips along to hers, he whispers, “ssshhh angel…no need to apologize…”

Her head sorrowfully shakes. “I don’t ever want to scare you like that…or make you feel that insecure again. So…I wanna tell you everything.”

Bucky slightly pulls away. “Today?”

“Well yeah…maybe after breakfast or something…?” She shrugs.

“Sure baby. If that’s what you want…” He sweeps his thumb over her lips, gazing sweetly down at her.

She nods and grins, stretching up on her toes to be closer to him. “Think it’s time.”

But it’s time to eat, after a few more intimate kisses in each other’s arms. Once the plates are set, the chef’s dismissed, leaving them to enjoy each other’s company. There goes that grin she was waiting for. Bucky quickly pulls her chair out, then his, sitting just as he swipes up her mug. She rolls her eyes at him stealing a few sips with a flirty wink, stealing it back with a shake of her head.

“Get your own, moocher.”

He just gleefully chuckles to himself, digging into his food. Bucky’s in heaven, so blissfully happy. Food’s good, she’s good and so damn cute; he heaves a smitten sigh, glancing over at her eating with a happy smirk on her face as well, reading something on phone. Her feet crossed and resting on his sturdy thigh. As he chews, he watches her beautifully exist in her own world, and it makes his heart swell so big. How did he get so damn lucky, he’ll never comprehend it. Bucky rests his giant hand on her knee, catching her attention. She looks over at him, and instead of hitting him with a snarky ‘what’, a big wide smile expands over her face. His hand excitingly brushes up and down her thigh as he pushes his plate to the side, resting his elbow down on the edge of the table.

“Can I have some?”

Bucky’s hand travels up the hem of her shorts. She sits her fork down on her plate, sits back in her chair with a cocked eyebrow.

“Of?”

Licking some sticky syrup off his bottom lip, his cool eyes seductively scan up and down her front. “Your coffee.”

She snorts a chuckle with a shake of her head, grabbing her mug and sliding it across the table to him. “Help yourself.” She motions over to it.

Rising up out of his seat, he glances over at it then shakes his head, grabbing her ankles and lifting them off his lap. “Not that coffee…”

“You’re so corny.” She snorts again, playfully cutting her eyes at him.

Bucky falls to his knees and crawls around the table, pawing up her shins and knees with a crooked smirk. He turns her chair to face him by its legs, and she welcomes him in by pulling her legs open.

“You know you’re the best part of waking up…” he mumbles into her hot crotch, burying his nose and mouth into her scent. His nibbles and licks at her folds through the cotton of her shorts, causing her hips to jerk and flinch in the seat.

“Oh my God Buck,” she halfway moans/laughs cuz all his teasing tickles a little, folding her legs at the knees to open herself wider. “Shutup.”

Sinfully humming into her pussy, he pulls her shorts to the side to greet her tingling lips good morning with a tiny peck. “Yes ma’am,” he sweetly whispers licking circles around her clit, “Like to enjoy my coffee in peace anyway.”

She exasperates a shaky breathless giggle, drawing her hand into a frustrated fist. “So I should be quiet then?”

“Please.” Bucky strokes a gentle fingertip between her glistening folds, playing in her wetness with a lighthearted laugh. “And thank you.”

Her clipped breaths heighten the more he sucks at her swollen bud, dragging his pointer finger in and out her palpitating hole. “Yes—yessir!” She gasps in a hush, slapping her flat hand down beside her plate.

“So delicious and warm,” he licks his puffy lips, inserting his tongue over his penetrating finger, “just the right amount of cream.”

She chokes on her withheld whimpers and moans, wiggling her toes in the air. She’s doing her best to keep it down but she so desperately wants to scream out his name he’s eating her out so fuckin good. Tickling at her spot with the very tip of his finger, he sucks her essence down his open throat. So good on his tongue his dick’s painfully stiff, leaky tip rubbing against his fuzzy robe. So needy for her and in need of a little relief, he grinds into its softness and he groans inside her. God he needs to be deep in her guts. She clamps her hand down over her mouth, squealing a high pitched whimper, shaking uncontrollably. Bucky hungrily smacks between her thighs, her wetness and saliva oozes down onto the seat.

“God baby…you’re such a mess.” Standing to his feet he wipes his chin clean and pulls his robe open, revealing his nude tatted up body, dick way at attention. “Up on the table baby. Need to be inside you right fuckin now.”

Gasping for air, she scrambles up out the chair, dropping her shorts to her ankles. Immediately Bucky pounces her, mauling her neck with his swollen lips. Pussy’s so wet he eases right on in, reaching his special spot in her lower abdomen. They cry out in unison, in each other’s awed faces, desperately holding on to one another as he goes in.

“Awww yeah,” they erotically groan out together, then chuckle, falling into each other’s mouths for a needy kiss. Her hands scale his muscular back. Bucky fists her ass cheek. The table scoots across the floor. Their heated moans fill the house. So much for being quiet. Their sex noises so loud they don’t even hear her phone vibrating with a call.

“Fuck me…” she gulps, locking her arm around his shoulders, “fuck me like love me.”

“Oh I am baby, trust…” Bucky chuffs as he kisses up behind her ear, trying to hold back from busting yet. Her lit screen distracts him for a second, squinting at it as he nibbles on her earlobe. Her screen goes dark, the call ends, but then lights up and vibrates again, another call coming through.

“Tell me daddy. Tell me you love me.”

A tug of his hair brings him back to focus on business, burying his face in her neck. Out of sight, out of mind. “I love you angel. You know I do.” But now it’s all he can hear, the vibrations against the table, no matter how loud she got.

“Who the fuck is blowin you up?” Bucky grunts, glancing over at her phone again. She already knows who it is as she pants and moans, blindly reaching for it. “Mom” is blurry across the screen.

“Ugh…my mom…” she gripes, carelessly dropping the device down on the table with a loud thud.

Bucky’s stroke slows down substantially. “Your mom?!” He frowns, gradually pulling out of her fluttering hole but she grips his hip.

“What, don’t stop Bucky.”

He tears her hand away, lifting a sharp brow as he continues to pull out. It hurt him to cut their moment short but it’s weird that she’s choosing to ignore her mom. He goes for her phone, tempted to answer it himself. Instead, he hands it out for her to take.

“Answer the phone.”

She repels from them both. “What? No?”

Bucky hovers his thumb over the green phone icon. “Answer the phone or I will.”

“Oh my god…” she urgently snatches it away because he will. Rolling her eyes she sits on the edge of the table and gets herself together with a couple calm big breaths. Clearing her throat, she chimes, “Hello?”

Her voice’s pleasant, sweet. “Hey baby…you busy?” She must be in a good mood but what shitty timing.

She nervously chuckles to herself, turning away from Bucky’s intense stare. “Uh a little bit. What’s up mom.”

“I miss you! Let’s go have lunch!”

Oh my god she can’t be serious. “Uh…?” Today of all days? She can feel him berating her with his eyes, trying to hone in on what her mom’s saying through the phone.

“What’s wrong?” She can tell her mom’s pouting over there and it makes her feel bad. “Don’t you want to have lunch with your mother?”

“Mom, of course, it’s just…”

Bucky whispers, “what? What is it?” as she waves him away, trying to come up with a quick excuse but she’s too distracted.

“Um…I’m actually over at a…friend’s…”

Bucky reels back at the word, at her hesitation. The fuck? A friend?

Her mom’s just as baffled. “A friend? What friend?”

But she could have sworn she’s mentioned him before. Her playing stupid’s making her look quite awful in front of her boyfriend. “Mom—,”

Bucky’s frown hardens, upset that he has to softly but firmly ask, “does your mom not know about me?” She’s sure her mom heard that.

“Ssshhh shutup Bucky.” She tries to fuss quietly but her mom’s listening way too damn hard.

“Bucky? Who’s that?”

She growls behind her clenched teeth, “oh my god mom I told you about him…”

“Did you?” He grumbles down at her and she puts her flat hand up in his face.

“Are you sure?” Her mom asks right behind him, truly confused.

How the fuck did she end up here?!

“Mom…can I call you right back?” She nervously asks meeting Bucky’s death stare over her shoulder. Dealing with him first would probably be a good idea.

“Nah…don’t hang up…” He’d love to see how much deeper she can bury herself.

Looks like her mom has interrupted something. “Sure…”

Oh she’s fucked herself. And without even trying. Her mom would unintentionally do her like this, especially when she knows she’s mentioned Bucky a few times to her. Because how could she not she’s with him every fuckin day. So, some…truths…may have been omitted here and there but her mom’s definitely aware of a man in her life. She just likes to play dumb. She carefully sits her phone down beside her, weary of what to say to diffuse Bucky. That gorgeous smile of his long gone. Fuming.

“Have you really not told your mom about me?!”

She tuts with a wave of her hand, “of course I have. In…ways…”

Bucky didn’t like the sound of that. “In what ways…”

Now she’s got to be honest with him, and he’s not going to like what she’s about to say. Anxiously clearing her throat, she scratches the back of her head and confesses, “she knows I’m talking to someone…”

“Talking?! Just talking?!” Bucky shouts, going from slightly offended to highly offended in .5 seconds. If she could shove her foot in her mouth…

“Bucky I just left my husband.” She shyly mumbles, ashamed that she didn’t keep it real with her mom. It’s all she can come up with. He can’t believe this.

“Months ago!”

She didn’t even get the chance to think about calling her mom back before the phone’s ringing again, an old picture of them gracing the screen. She let it ring, cowering under Bucky’s harsh glare. Was she in trouble.

“Weak excuse baby love…” He disapproves with a shake of his hair.

She frustratingly wrings her long braids. “Ugh I know but—but this shit is complicated!”

Bzzzt, bzzzzt…the phone vibrates between them going back and forth mostly naked.

“It’s only as complicated as you make it…”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“She knows he cheated on you, right?”

“Well…yeah…”

“And knows that you’re now with someone who cherishes you, right?”

She winces with a soft hiss and Bucky widens his eyes out of anger. He’s definitely not going to want to hear this.

“…she knows I’m dating.”

Dating?! As if she’s seeing more men other than him?! Oh the audacity!

“Wow.” Bucky’s wildly offended, slowly folding his arms over his expanding chest. What the hell. “So where does she think you live?”

Shit… “Ummm…” She definitely lied about that too.

Bucky’s so mad he could toss one of the table chairs across the room. Has she been lying to her mom about him?! How fucked up is that?! Her mom’s calling again, insistent on seeing her daughter today no matter what she’s doing. Even if it’s damn near fighting about lying to her mom about her serious boyfriend.

“Well?” He nods at her cell, bucking his irritated eyebrows. “Answer.”

She glances back at it with a nervous smile. “…do I have to?” Bucky sets his brows and his glare, flexing his massive biceps as he tightens his hold. “Okay, okay, fuck…” Side eyeing up at him, she sighs, then clears her throat, before she answers, “ma’am?”

“Little girl. Stop playin with me.” Her mom snaps through the phone. “12:30 at the cafe, and bring this friend you’re with so early in the damn morning. Tuh.”

Before she could even fix her mouth to say “yes ma’am,” her mom hung up in her face. And Bucky tuts a satisfied smirk, raising his chin with a hum.

“Good. I’d love to meet your mom.”

She groans with a roll of her eyes, loathing the idea of them meeting but hell, maybe they should? Shit, maybe it’s time her mom did meet her potential forever? Gah why did that make her so insanely anxious. And Bucky could see that anxiety in her stiff fingers pressed into her forehead. She was about to freak out and he didn’t think it was necessary. It’s just lunch with her mom; what’s the worst that could happen? Bucky’s a charmer, a delight. Her mom’s going to love him.

“Serious?” Slapping her hands down on the table she looks up at him like really?

“As a heart attack.” Bucky takes her by the knees and pushes them up, opening her up for him. Now that her mom’s out the way, he’s got to take care of this foolishness. “Time she met her son-in-law.”

She snorts, rolls her eyes at him calling himself son-in-law. “Oh my god Bucky—”

He pushes her back down onto table, shutting her up just as he claws her thighs. Bucky really can’t believe she’s been hiding him. “Are you denying me angel?”

She squints up at him, restlessly squirming a bit, a little worried. “What? Bucky no way.”

“Trying to hide me? Hide the fact that you’re with a bad boy?” She yips as he jerks her closer to his swelling dick, keeping a painful hold of her hips.

“N-no baby…c’mon…”

She yips out again from Bucky popping her one good time on the ass, slightly jumping in pain. Her heart beats wildly in her throat, walls convulsing just as fast. Oh shit…her breath catches loudly as Bucky uses just an ounce of his strength to squeeze his hands up her curves, leaning up her trembling body with a small snarl.

“Then why are you lying? Huh? Ashamed of me?”

Just as she takes a breath to answer, it’s stolen by Bucky spearing his hard dick back inside her. She grabs ahold of his wrist with a sharp gasp, snapping her spine off the cool table.

“God Bucky no!”

He rolls his hips slowly but powerfully, slamming his dick so deep all she can do is whine. Over and over, again and again. Nails digging into his hot flesh. She knows she’s in trouble but damn…

“Still a little play thing to you?” Bucky wraps his thick fingers around her strained throat, choking her a little more with each mighty thrust. “Don’t take me seriously when I say I love you? Huh angel? Just a fuckin game to you? Just playing house?”

That’s not what she’s trying to do, and he didn’t even give her a second to explain herself before he turned. His eyes dark with a dangerous mix of anger and lust Bucky broods over her, proving who the fuck he is to her. That nothing about their relationship was to play with.

“Oh god baby…” she chokes, tears brimming over her lashes.

“You know you love me, wanna spend the rest of your life with me…” A hard shudder ripples down his boulderous back, his eyes briefly roll back and he pants, “what do you need, hm? A ring? Need me down on my knees professing my love to you?” He smiles down at her catching a stunned breath, her walls grip his pulsating dick. “How about I do it in front of your mom at lunch today, huh? Would you like that?”

“Shut the fuck up!” She passionately moans out, about to lose her shit. “Fuck!”

How are they both thinking about the M word? He can’t be serious. His mighty thrusts say otherwise, fluidly pumping her orgasm on out in less than ten minutes. She punches the table out of frustration. No way he thinks she’s ready to get married after everything she just went through. No way. She can’t fathom the idea herself. But Bucky talks a good game, has an immaculate stroke game, so she was slippin…

“Goddammit Bucky,” she meekly cries, busting at the seams with a soft gasp, her cum trickling down his veiny skin. Bucky hums a dark chuckle, teasing her fluttering folds with a fragile touch. God he loved to watch her lose herself, get a glimpse of that silly satisfied smirk. Hearing her moan and whimper as she convulses always makes him cum just as hard. Bucky could shout her name and fuck his hot load back into her for the rest of his days.

“Hmmm interesting…” He muses as he sloppily licks her sweetness off his fingers, coyly staring down at her still trembling. “Did the thought of proposing make you cum?” Bucky slaps the shit out of her ass as he falls out of her, pulling on his messy dick with a crooked smile.

She smacks her lips with a scoff, trying to peel her weak body off the sticky wood. “Like I just said…shut the fuck up Bucky.”

Now tasting his other hand covered with their combined stickiness, he helps her off the kitchen table covered with their fluids. It’s not the first time, and won’t be the last. As they get dressed, she side eyes his mischievous smile, silently praying he’s not getting any bright ideas in that big ass head of his.

“It’s okay baby if the thought of us getting married turns you on.” He continues to tease, playing back how her body reacted just a minute ago.

Twisting her braids up into a bun, she huffs, annoyed, “you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Because he doesn’t…kinda, not really…

Bucky snatches her up by the elbow and yanks her into his rock hard body. Getting all serious suddenly. Wrapping his arms around the small of her back, he tips his scruffy chin down and pouts. “Angel…for real, why haven’t you told your mom about me?”

She grimaces. “Ugh I have Bucky. Just…not…every little detail…” She knows it doesn’t look or sound good but she does have her reasons. Good to her, bad to him—whatever—she wasn’t ready to dish with her mom about their relationship. She was going to tell her all about Bucky…in time.

“But why…”

She drops her gaze, bites her bottom lip. “Doesn’t this all seem like…too much too soon?”

Not to Bucky, hell no. He wrinkles his brow. “To who? Your mom?”

She solemnly shakes her head and drops her chin. “To me.”

He brushes his hand down the side of her face, and draws her sights back into his. Really? That’s her concern? He never would have guessed. “What’s wrong, hm? Is this what you’ve been dealing with? What you wanna talk about?”

She nods in his hand. “Part of it, yeah. But we gotta go meet my mom.” She groans and whines into his palm, loathing the rest of the day. It was supposed to be just the two of them making up and being gross. Now it’s going to be interrupted by her mom all up in their business, asking too many damn questions. And knowing Bucky, he’ll be candidly answering them all just to win her over. He seems like the type. Her mom will absolutely love him.

“Don’t stress baby love. It’ll only be for a couple of hours.” Bucky kisses her forehead and hugs her neck, rocking her from side to side. “Besides, I’m a little excited to meet her. Bet you look just like her.”

She huffs a laugh to herself, snuggling into his clammy skin. Wait until he sees for himself. And excited? He’s so extra. Why would he be excited to meet her? All her mom’s gonna do is pry, try to figure him out, and she won’t like what she discovers if she digs too deep. But she’ll like Bucky because he talks a good talk, and is super nice on the eyes. So he may come out on top after all. Why worry? Them meeting could go better than she imagined.

Resting her chin on his chest, she bats her lashes up at that handsome mug, holding on to his massive biceps. “I’m sure she’ll like you.”

[leiawritesstories]

Mama's Little Pirate

Rowaelin Month, Day 13: Babies/Kids/Next Gen

a Fly The Black Flag outtake ;)) but you do NOT need to read FTBF before this

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: few swear words, otherwise none hehe

Enjoy!

@rowaelinscourt

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The salty evening breeze had never felt so good against Aelin’s skin as it did that evening when she trudged up the sandy stretch of beach towards the faint smudge of a building on the horizon. Gently, the light wind lifted the strands of hair that were plastered to her neck and cheeks, nudging them away from her skin. Beneath her weathered boots, the ground changed from shifting sand to dark, rich soil and gravel, and she released a bone-deep sigh of relief. Solid ground still wavered beneath her feet, and she had to force herself to stay upright. 

She hadn’t battled her way to being the most notorious pirate on the ocean just for her damn sea legs to betray her. 

Swift as the wind, and just as in tune with her movements, Rowan caught her from behind, supporting her. “Don’t go giving out on me just yet, Fireheart,” he teased, a low, wicked glint sparking in his eyes. “We haven’t even made it home yet.” 

“Ass.” She swatted his muscled shoulder playfully. “And who said anything about we making it home? I thought you were all excited to scare the living shit out of Lorcan and Ells.” 

“Oh, I am.” His smirk was nothing short of roguish. “But I can’t let my wife collapse on the side of the shitty road before we can set that plan into motion.” 

“Such a gentleman.” Regaining her balance, she turned around, rose onto her tiptoes, and stole a kiss that was altogether too short. 

He rested his forehead against hers after breaking the kiss. “I’ll see you soon, my love.” 

“Indeed you will.”

With a final kiss, Rowan veered off into the forest, heading for the hunting trails where his horse was tethered. If all went according to the plan, he’d come home after Aelin and the others had finished dinner and make a “surprise” entrance. 

Aelin took a moment to shake out her complaining limbs before she headed towards the forest. One desire remained at the front of her mind: get back to her home and her daughter before night fully set, otherwise her beloved, if far too fussy, friends would send out a search party. 

“Hey, Cap.” Speaking of those friends…

“Ells.” Aelin turned to find Elide sitting astride her horse on the side of the road. Aelin’s own stallion was next to Elide’s mare. “Fancy meeting you here.” 

Elide rolled her eyes. “Figured you’d want to get home before dinner gets cold.” 

“Aren’t you always so observant,” Aelin teased. She tossed her seabag into the saddlebag and swung herself up onto the sleek gray stallion, running an affectionate hand along his neck. “Thanks, Ells.” 

“Anytime.” Her first mate saluted, wheeled her mare around, and nudged her into an easy canter. “I’ll beat you home by five minutes, Cap!” 

“We’ll see about that!” Aelin crowed, leaning low and nudging her stallion into a canter. “Fly, boy!” 

Elide did beat Aelin back to the Keep, and the shorter woman was grinning widely when Aelin crossed the courtyard after leaving her horse in the stables and slapped two silvers into her hand. 

“All right, you win,” she fake-grumbled. “Damn pirates, taking all my money.” 

“As if you weren’t far, far worse,” Elide snorted. “And speaking of pirates, where–”

“MAMA!” The childish shriek was followed immediately by a rapid patter of small footsteps, and a small blonde blur came whizzing across the courtyard into Aelin’s open arms. 

Beaming, Aelin squeezed her seven-year-old daughter tightly. “Hi, lovey,” she murmured. 

“I miss you, Mama.” Evie whispered. Her big green eyes filled with irresistible tears. “You were gone so long!” 

“Oh, my Evalin,” Aelin breathed, tears inadvertently springing to her eyes, “I’ll always come home to you.” She kissed her daughter’s messy blonde curls. “You know that, right?” 

Evie nodded. “Still miss you.” 

“I miss you too.” Aelin cupped Evie’s rosy little face. “So, so much.” 

“Good to see you still alive, Captain,” drawled another voice from behind her. 

Without turning around, Aelin snorted dryly. “Salvaterre, the day you say that without irony is the day cows fu–er, fly.”

Lorcan smothered a laugh. “And you wonder where your child gets it from.” 

“I don’t, actually.” She turned the full force of her charming smile onto the hulking, perpetually scowly pirate. “She gets it from your sons.” 

He cracked a smirk. “Touché.” 

Aelin allowed Lorcan to drape his arm across her shoulders for a few seconds–his version of an affectionate hug. “Before you ask, the Doranelle is just fine. She and the Terrasen should be back in no more than three months.” 

“Better be bringing rum,” Lorcan grumbled. 

She snickered. “What if I told Ro that we were oversupplied here and didn’t need any more?” 

He grunted something too crude for children’s ears. “You’re the worst, Galathynius.” 

“Why thank you,” she crooned. “Don’t worry, Scowly, there’ll be plenty of rum.” She flashed him a wicked grin. “If you’re really lucky, it won’t even have been purchased.” 

Evie tugged at Aelin’s sleeve. “Dinner, Mama!” 

“That’s right, lovey!” Aelin scooped her daughter up and settled her on her shoulders. “We can’t go and forget the most important part of the day!” She strode into the brick-and-stone manor that sat at the center of the Iron Isles Pirates’ Keep. 

The compound comprised the manor, stables, a handful of smaller houses for other pirates, several different training buildings, and a number of storehouses built into different parts of the hill, some of them underground. Built primarily from the same gray stone that most of the Isles were made of, the fortress both blended into the landscape and loomed over it, a mark of the pirates’ protection and of their merciless reputation. 

Since the first building had been completed, six years ago now, the crews of the Terrasen and the Doranelle, as well as their smaller companion ships, had called the place home. 

After dinner was finished, Aelin was lounging in a comfortable armchair with a book and a drink, paying more attention to the children running around the large but homey living room. Evie had received a wooden toy sword from Uncle Scowly for her birthday, and she was barely ever seen without it dangling at her side. 

Lorcan was even teaching her how to wield it. 

Aelin taught her, too, when she was able to snatch a few moments to spend with her daughter rather than dealing with the bullshit that the unruly pirates were always throwing at her. 

Evie was play-fighting with Cal and Daric, Elide and Lorcan’s twin boys, all three of the children screeching and yelling as they pretended to beat the hell out of the Royal Navy. 

“I don’t wanna be the Navy!” Daric whined, stamping his small foot in anger. “You made me be them last time!” 

“Shut up!” Evie retorted, sticking her tongue out. “Last time, you made me be the prisoner!” 

“So?”

“So this is fair!” She scowled–an expression inherited purely from her father–when Daric tried to push back on her argument. “If you don’t like it, you can quit. Like a…” She fumbled for an appropriate term. “Like–like a pussy!” 

“Evalin Whitethorn Galathynius!” Aelin exclaimed, dropping her book in utter shock. “That was a very, very naughty word!” She folded her arms across her chest, firmly refusing to meet either Elide’s or Lorcan’s badly hidden smirks lest she explode into laughter. “Come here, Evie.” 

Flushing, Evie slowly approached her mother, sword dragging on the wooden floor. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she mumbled. 

Aelin forced sternness onto her face. “Evie, lovey, do you remember what Mama told you about naughty words?” 

“Only say it when I know what it means,” Evie said, quietly. 

“That’s right.” Aelin’s demeanor softened. She knelt down and wrapped her daughter’s hands in her own. “Uncle Lorcan and Uncle Fen like to say words they shouldn’t say in front of you and your cousins, and that means that you have to make them shut up.” 

Evie giggled and sniffled all at once. “I can tell them to shut up?”

“That’s right.” Aelin kissed Evie’s forehead. “So tell me, little love, which one of your foul-mouthed uncles said that word around you and your cousins.” 

“Um…” The little pirate girl hesitated. “It-it was…” She trailed off.

“Do you need to whisper?” Aelin asked softly. Sometimes, letting Evie whisper into her ear was better than having her say it out loud. 

Evie shook her head. “It was…it was Dad.” 

Aelin’s gasp of absolute shock was echoed by Rowan’s characteristic, I’ve-held-it-in-for-too- damn-long snort. “That’s my girl!” he crowed, stepping into the living room from where he’d been hiding in the hall.

Elide gasped. Lorcan whipped his head to the doorway. Aelin beamed–the “surprise” had gone perfectly. 

Shock, delight, and joy bloomed across Evie’s face. “Dad!” she screeched, throwing her toy sword to the floor and sprinting to her father, who swung her up into his arms, beaming. 

“Hi, little love.” Rowan hugged Evie fiercely. “Is it true that you called your cousin a naughty word? One that you heard me say?” 

She nodded, earnestly. “Mhmm. Daric was being a pu–” 

“Ah-ah, nope, shhhhhhh.” Rowan pressed his forefinger over his daughter’s lips. “What did Mama just say about not using a word unless you know what it means?” 

Evie sighed. “Okay, Dad.” 

“That’s my girl.” He smacked a theatrical kiss onto her cheek. “Want to show me what you’ve been learning with your sword, Evie girl?” She exclaimed in agreement and he set her down, then made his way over to his wife. 

Aelin stepped easily into his embrace. “Captain,” she murmured, laughter dancing in her bright eyes. 

“Captain,” he murmured back. He kissed her softly, snatching a quiet moment with her before their daughter pulled on both of her parents’ sleeves, demanding that they watch her “sword fightin’.” 

It was precisely the life Aelin had only ever dreamt of.

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[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 7

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Rigby (Regular Show)

"i relate to him a lot because he started the show as an insufferable piece of shit (i used to be insufferable too) and then he starts dating Eileen and becomes a better person (i became a better person after i started dating my girlfriend) and his friendship with Mordecai just reminds me a whole lot of my dynamics with my best friend. he really is just like me fr"

Angua von Überwald (Discworld)

"Okay SO she's a werewolf who ran away from home because her parents are awful and then changed her name. Her parents ignore her existence and when they're confronted by her they use her old name that she Discarded because they are the worst. She's a vegetarian by day and doesn't eat people at full moon (one drop is one too many) but she Pays for all chickens she kills because that's not what an animal does. She is So angry and So hateful and So wrong about So many things but she Learns and Grows through the books. When she falls in love she fully believes she will be chased out of the town when the clock strikes midnight because nobody can accept her for who she truly is but THEN her lover finds OUT and he is shocked and confused at first but he loves her and LEARNS about her and puts aside his prejudice and they both grow as people over the course of several books and I love her so much your honor she is just like me fr fr"

Cao Weining (Word of Honor)

"ready to risk it all for a pretty girl who can and will beat his ass. just wants to eat a bunch of good food with his girlfriend"

Aang (Avatar: The Last Air Bender)

"12 years old, told you’re going to be the most powerful and important person in the world—and that you need to start like tomorrow. I’d runaway too."

Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

"YES, he says he isn’t too smart but he tries his best, he yells a lot when he isn’t supposed to, he puts things bluntly, he is menacing with a heart of gold, AND HE MAKE THE FUNNY FACE"

Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die)

"-He is extremely weak. A literal twelve year old boy is stronger than him. He struggled to open a sliding door cabinet. -He's a liar, but like.. some of it is super funny. He lies about just the most random shit. He claimed that he simply 'didn't know how to do a push-up', and that's why he didn't want to do one. When in reality, he's actually just too physically weak to do one. -He has major beef with, (and is jealous of), a random seventeen year old girl. He is twenty something. His number one worst enemy is some random teenage girl.... same, honestly. -He uses really... strange.. wording. I mean this very affectionately. But it's hard to defend him when he says stuff like 'riffraff' and 'casting pearls before swine'. -Terrible fashion. I mean, just look at him. -Autism. -He enjoys cute cat plushies."

[the-geek-librarian]

*bursts through door*

Isabella Montgomery.

*sits on table shakes your shoulders*

Tell me everything

SHIT GIRLY MY DOORRRRRRR NOOOO

OK YES I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABT THIS FUCKING GAY SHUT IN

Alright so, Isabella was born to the noble house of Montgomery on october 28th with Ink magic!! She was arranged to marry Helen Xerneas (Helen cunt: 1) from a young age (7-9) and so they grew up rather close

Isabella is very shut-in, shy and generally unathletic never really liking going out in the Sunlight ( so much so that Tim (friend Oc)- her boss needs to drag her out ). She affectionately gets called a vampier for this, after optening her grimwary she didn't bother with the MK and instead went to work as a Castile archivist in which she thrived. During her time as a child she would spend a lot of her time reading writing and well, being around Helen by necessity. They got along, more then along, they always were childhood sweethearts. All the Time Isa didnt spend reading, wrighting ect she would spend it with Helen and in turn all the time Helen didnt spen with, Leo, her sis or training she spent with Isa.

Ok angst timeeeeee, this leans on Helens story too a bit since they are connected. When Helen was 11 (nice rhyme lol) she and her sister got into a fight, regarding the MK and how Helen wanted to joine. Well... things took a turn for the worst and Helen in the heat of the moment, pushed her sister off the stairs by accident, snapping her neck in the process (yay for happy childhood) and Isa (who came for a play date ofc) walked in at the wrong moment

It was her screams and accusations of Helen having killed her own sister in cold blood that alerted everyone in the place of what had transpired after all. Now, bitch move on Isa's part yes but she was 12 and she only saw Helen push her sister off then look at her with chill smile when yeah no i would be screaming too.

But years later, Isabella has learned the full story of what happend she feels so very sorry and dumb and HAS tried to talk with Helen but to no avail. Bc Helen dosnt realy.. talked to her- she just ignors her a lot. Thier frst real conversation after all this time comes after the elf arc after Isa gets possessed. (Yes we balling with elf gf too boys yeehaw).

More on Isa without the company of Helen, she knows shit. Like. Shit she shouldn't know and weird fun facts that are not that fun tbh. She uses them as a conversation starter which is really 50 50. She likes baking but sucks at it, and WILL beat you verbally to hell if you piss her off enough. She looks sweet and is sweet but she takes no shit sir pls

Also balck wavy hair and purple eyes :3

Anyhow, Ginny you willbe paying for my door-