#not sure if i didn't talk to everyone the first time or what

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “fell for you”.

| summary | Mark didn't know that being clumsy had its advantages. | cw | fluff, strangers to something else, meet-cute?, kiiinda of love at first sight, mark is downnn bad, mark is shy but HE GOT THIS!!| | a/n | my beautiful @peterm4rker, feliz cumpleeee!! i hope you have an amazing day, thank you for being alive, i only exist on your cellphone, so all i can do for u is a silly fic, but i did it with love 😔 TUMBLR SABOTAGED ME AND DIDN'T POST, I CAN'T BELIEVE I FAILED I HAD ONE JOB 😭😭😭 i hope u like it EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCI WE LOVE YOU!!!

Mark hadn’t been able to tear his eyes off you since the moment you stepped onto the dance floor. Actually, it started even earlier, when you accidentally bumped into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink all over himself.

He’d only caught a brief glimpse of you then, but it was enough. The image of you had carved itself into his mind like a permanent imprint—your eyes, framed by just the right touch of color, glowing with a playful spark. Your lips, glossy and shining, curved into a polite little smile as you muttered a quick apology.

He barely managed to say “it’s okay” in return, too stunned to form anything more coherent. He was usually the type to get flustered easily, yes, but something about you completely disarmed him.

From that moment on, his attention was glued to you for the rest of the night. He watched the way you moved so effortlessly with the rhythm, the sway of your body in perfect sync with the music, the way you tossed your head back when you laughed, bright and carefree. You leaned in to say something to a friend, smiling as they nudged you playfully, and he couldn’t help the way his eyes followed every motion like a magnet.

He wasn't completely sure, but he could’ve sworn you glanced his way a few times too—just quick flickers of your eyes in his direction, barely enough to be sure, but enough to set his nerves on fire.

Watching you from across the room, radiant and completely in your element, Mark stood frozen in place, drink hanging loosely from his fingers, heart pounding in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

“Is that a new flirting technique?” Chenle’s voice cut through the music, amused and sharp, but Mark’s eyes remained glued to you.

“What?” Mark replied absently, not tearing his gaze away. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Chenle huffed, reaching out to nudge Mark’s chin up with two fingers, “are you trying to send telepathic signals until she magically develop the ability to receive them?” He gave Mark a pointed look. “Because you’ve been standing here with your mouth open drooling like a golden retriever for the past thirty minutes.”

“I’m not doing that,” Mark grumbled, frowning as he crossed his arms, voice defensive like a kid caught red-handed.

“Yeah, sure you’re not,” Chenle snorted, the sarcasm practically dripping. He took a sip of his drink, raising a brow at his friend. “Seriously, just go talk to her. Is it really that difficult? You’re acting like she’s gonna bite.”

Mark shot him a side-eye. “What if she does?”

“You’re right, she might,” Chenle replied, casually glancing in your direction—just in time to catch the not-so-subtle way you were watching Mark from across the room, nibbling on your lower lip with your eyes slightly narrowed. “She definitely looks like she wants to,” he added with a smirk. “But I don’t think it’s the kind of bite you’re worried about.”

Mark’s brows rose slightly, caught off guard by Chenle’s words. His gaze flicked toward you instinctively—and, oh.

You were looking right at him. No mistaking it this time. Eyes locked, lip between your teeth in a way that made his brain short-circuit for a split second.

“…Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

Chenle let out a laugh, elbowing him. “See? Told you. She’s just waiting for you to stop being a coward.”

Mark groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I don't even know what to say to her.”

“You're talking like a fucking loser, Mark,” Chenle deadpanned, already on the move. He grabbed Mark by the shoulders and started to shove him forward, away from the bar and toward the dance floor. “You’ve done all kind of stuff and now you're scared of a pretty girl?”

“I wasn’t mentally prepared for a goddess tonight,” Mark hissed under his breath, feet dragging against the floor.

Chenle rolled his eyes. “You’ll survive. Just say hi. Or smile. Or blink in Morse code if that’s easier.”

He wanted to protest, to resist his friend's insistence, maybe even run back to the safety of the bar stool, but before he knew it, his feet had betrayed him. There he was, standing just a few steps behind you, frozen in place, staring at the back of your figure illuminated by the flashing lights.

He glanced at Chenle, who was grinning like the absolute menace he was, waving mockingly from the distance, mouthing something like “Good luck.”

Mark inhaled deeply, trying to steady the wild rhythm of his heartbeat. Okay. No turning back now.

He took one slow step forward, then another, using the few seconds he had before reaching you to rehearse every possible conversation in his head—witty lines, casual compliments, charming openers. He even prepared for rejection in all its brutal forms, from polite smiles to awkward laughs.

But he was so absorbed in the panic of how not to embarrass himself and how to maybe, somehow impress you, that he completely missed the fact that his shoelaces were undone.

And just like that, two seconds later, he was tripping over his own feet and stumbling straight into your direction, at the exact moment you turned around.

“Woah!” you gasped, instinctively catching him as he practically collapsed into your arms.

Mark was pretty sure this was how people died of embarrassment. His hands instinctively gripped your arms to steady himself, eyes wide as he looked up at you from his not-so-elegant lean.

"I—uh—hi," he stammered, frozen for a beat. "That wasn't... That wasn't part of the plan."

A soft laugh slipped from your lips, light and melodic, and even with the music pulsing loudly around you, he heard it clearly. The sound clung to his ears like a favorite song, and Mark was pretty sure it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard.

“I’ll give you points for impact,” you teased, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you watched him clumsily pull away, trying to regain some composure.

“Thank you,” he replied, sheepish, one hand instinctively reaching to rub the back of his neck. He was silently grateful for the club’s low lighting and the swirl of neon colors around you, hiding the fierce red blooming across his cheeks.

“That wasn’t exactly how I planned to come talk to you, but…” he let out a nervous chuckle, stealing a quick glance at your face, still surprised you hadn’t just walked away. "I'm Mark, by the way.”

He extended his hand—like an idiot, he thought—but couldn’t help the flicker of relief that crossed his face when you took it without hesitation, your fingers warm against his. You said your name, and it echoed in his head like a melody. God, what a beautiful name.

“Nice to meet you, Mark,” you replied, his name rolling off your tongue so smoothly it made his heart skip.

Was his name always this nice to hear, or was it just your voice?

“Do you go around falling into every girl’s arms you're interested in, or...?” your tone were playful, your eyes filled with amusement.

“That was actually only for you,” he said, flashing a smile so charming it made your stomach twist in the best way.

“Oh, so I'm the lucky one?” you teased, tilting your head as a grin tugged at your lips.

“I’m the lucky one, actually,” he replied without missing a beat, brows raising slightly as if the words had just slipped out. “Can I, um, get you a drink?”

His nervous look was absolutely adorable, you could never deny it, not that you were planning to. “Of course, lead the way.”

To say Mark was in disbelief over how well things were going—especially after that mortifying entrance—would be an understatement. But here you were, smiling at him, saying yes. He wasn’t about to question his luck.

As the two of you made your way to the bar and shared drinks, the atmosphere gradually relaxed. The alcohol helped a little, sure, but it was mostly you. You made things easy. You were attentive, engaged, and just… so genuinely interesting. Every new thing you said made him want to know more.

He was pretty sure he could get addicted to you.

“Oh, so you’re a singer, a songwriter, and you dance?” you asked, a playful eyebrow raised as your chin rested on your palm, eyes locked on his. “Can’t believe I’m talking to a celebrity right now.”

“Ah, come on,” he rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the grin tugging at his lip, which only widened when your laughter followed. “I just have a lot of hobbies, that’s all.”

You let out a low whistle. “Wow. Hobbies? What happened to being humble?” you teased, giving his shoulder a light push. “Next thing you’ll say is you’re only kind of good at them.”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “I mean… I’m decent,” he said, feigning modesty.

That made you laugh even harder, the sound bubbling out effortlessly. “Okay, okay then…” you said, glancing around the lively club for a beat before turning your eyes back to him—your gaze bright with amusement, excitement gleaming in your irises. “Since I can’t exactly fact-check the singing and songwriting right now, how about we test the dancing?”

Mark blinked, caught slightly off guard by the sudden switch, but your smile was too contagious, too inviting for him to say no.

“You want to dance?” he asked, a flicker of nervousness playing at the edge of his voice.

“Yes, let’s go!” you beamed, and before Mark could even get another word out, you were already grabbing his hand, tugging him with you toward the dance floor with that same infectious energy that had him hooked from the start.

The lights spun wildly above, the bass of the music thumping through the floor and right into his chest, but nothing felt as loud or electric as the warmth of your hand in his.

You turned to him once you found a spot, your fingers still loosely wrapped around his, your smile mischievous. “C’mon, don’t be shy now,” you teased, already swaying to the rhythm, tugging him gently by the hands to encourage him.

Mark chuckled, eyes glinting as he let himself be pulled into your orbit. At first, his movements were a bit hesitant, his usual confidence caught somewhere between the thump of the music and the closeness of you. But your energy was infectious—your laughter, the way you danced so freely, it all made him forget about being shy.

Soon enough, he was matching your pace, still a little clumsy, sure, but no longer holding back. And God, he was having fun. He couldn’t stop smiling. Not when you were so close, not when your body brushed against his in rhythm, not when he could smell your perfume each time you twirled back into him. It was dizzying. It was perfect.

Especially because it was you.

“You weren’t lying about being a dancer, huh?” you teased, voice softer now with the mellow change in music.

The two of you swayed gently, pressed close. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, while his hands rested on your hips—though only after you had guided them there, because he was adorably awkward about it at first.

“Can’t wait to know more about your other ‘hobbies’,” you added, flashing him a knowing smile.

“Oh, so you want to know more about me?” he asked, brows lifting, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I thought that was obvious since we sat down to talk and have a drink?” you shot back, raising your brows with the same playful energy.

Mark laughed, that kind of breathy, boyish laugh that warmed your chest. “Okay, okay… I was too nervous to notice that.”

His confession had you laughing, your head tipping forward until your forehead rested gently on his shoulder. Mark stood perfectly still, caught in the quiet moment, letting himself inhale the soft, warm scent of your hair.

“Then, I guess I’ll have to be more direct with you?” you asked, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes, your own twinkling with mischief.

“Well…” he gave a sheepish smile, his head swaying side to side. “It might help me out a little.”

That made you chuckle again, the sound curling around his ribs like sunshine.

“Alright then…” you paused, humming as if in deep thought, your gaze flicking down to his lips for a beat too long. “Can I kiss you?”

His heart practically leapt into his throat.

He blinked once. Then twice. “God, yes,” he breathed, the words escaping before he could even try to play it cool.

His endearing reaction had you chuckling and giving him a soft, warm gaze that completely melted him. You moved closer, and he followed without hesitation, as if pulled by some invisible string, completely enchanted.

Your lips hovered just a breath away from his, and his heart thundered in his chest. Then you leaned in, nibbling gently on his lower lip, teasing him with the kind of ease that made his knees threaten to give out.

“You are so cute,” you giggled softly, your voice brushing against his lips like velvet.

Was that even legal? He swore you were trying to kill him.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered back, voice low and reverent. Then, finally, he closed the remaining space between you.

His hands slid up to your neck, holding you tenderly as if you were something precious—because to him, you already were. His thumbs drew slow, soothing circles just under your ears, grounding him as your lips met fully.

The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, almost shy, but full of feeling. It deepened gradually, growing warmer, more certain, as your fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his shirt.

He only pulled away because, unfortunately, he needed to breathe if he didn’t want to literally die from kissing you (though, honestly, he wouldn’t mind if that were how he went).

“I think I like you,” he murmured, voice soft as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips again, his cheeks tinged with the sweetest shade of pink.

“Already?” you teased, giggling. “I think I like you too,” you replied before pressing a quick kiss of your own.

“Can I have your number?” he asked, a little coyly, his eyes glinting with both nerves and hope.

”You laughed again (your ninth time tonight, not that anyone was counting) and nodded. “Yes, Mark, you can.”

“Do you wanna go out tomorrow?” The words escaped him before his brain could catch up, like his mouth had given his heart the reins for good.

“Our official first date?” you asked, smile softening as you tilted your head.

“If you’ll let me,” he replied, hopeful, eyes never leaving yours.

You leaned in once more, lips brushing his in a promise. “I will.”

His lips were pressed into a thin line as he processed everything, eyes wide with disbelief, like he was still waiting to wake up from some wild dream. It was kind of adorable, actually, how unaware he was of his own charm. You couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Gorgeous, sweet, a little clueless… people like him were everyone’s weakness.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his big, brown eyes flicking over every inch of your face like he was truly admiring you.

“You don’t have to ask.”

And he didn’t hesitate after that. He leaned in, lips meeting yours with more certainty this time, melting into the kiss like it was exactly where he was supposed to be. And as he kissed you, one hand still resting at your neck, the other finding your waist, he swore—whatever this feeling was, it tasted a lot like heaven.

“Is it too soon to say I kinda love you already and would absolutely marry you today if you let me?” he asked with a grin, the kind that made your stomach do somersaults. His tone was playful, but his fingers were gentle as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear like you were something delicate and precious.

You snorted, raising a brow. “Let’s calm down a little, lover boy,” you said, pinching his ear gently. “You fall into my arms one time and suddenly we’re planning a wedding?”

He winced playfully, leaning away. “Ouch, noted. Too soon. I’ll dial it back.”

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[genderqueerpond]

# okay wait i actually need to talk about this scene because it's something i totally flipped on - and i'm moving it into the caption because i ran out of fuckin tags before i finished and it cut me off -  first watch i hated it. first - and hopefully only - time i've ever wanted to say 15 wasn't acting like the doctor # and yeah. coming at it with fresh memories of any of the hundreds of times the doctor has to be physically restrained from sacrificing himself for others with less provocation than he had here... # it hits pretty weird # most past doctors were basically chomping at the bit to put themselves at risk to save the day # and at first fifteen is exactly the same # i was like dude you volunteered you leapt into this and now you're blaming omo for your own in-character actions? 

but on second watch that is EXACTLY the point # because there were subtle tells in omo's behavior that i didn't pick up on the first time -- but of course the doctor did # the ''you can let us go now'' the way he lies the doctor down # even the way everyone told their sad stories immediately before the doctor jumps in # and the way it's highly likely omo has TOLD them to do that 

this isn't fifteen saying he'd have acted any differently if the situation had arisen organically # this is fifteen realizing it DIDN'T happen like this organically # this is fifteen realizing he's been manipulated # and that he walked right into it # played like a fiddle like a puppet on a string # because omo knows what he is like. omo knows that he is like this and what he will do if his heartstrings are tugged the right way # and he took advantage of the way that the doctor is and would have then abandoned him to it if he could # and he was able to do that because he KNOWS the doctor. knows what he is like # and he knows that because the doctor trusted him 

and yeah. still - STILL - i think most previous doctors even understanding this would have accepted it # their hero complex is so strong or their self worth is so low or both that they still would have seen this as reasonable and fine # but it's not wrong that fifteen doesn't # in fact i think it makes it hit worse # imagine knowing that you're so vulnerable to this sort of manipulation that if you were anywhere behind where you are now # you would have let it take you down # (''i will not fail them!)--- # and realizing someone you loved and trusted has taken advantage of that .... taken advantage of who you are # YEAH. UGH.

so i think it's mostly this with maybe a little side of self-righteous "*i* would never do such a thing" (which is of course not strictly true -- i'm not sure whether or not fifteen would, but thirteen would have. eleven would have. seven absolutely would and did all the time -- but as we all know the doctor is a hypocrite)

Doctor, you have stories. That's all I was thinking.

DOCTOR WHO | 2.05: THE STORY AND THE ENGINE

[brokenmenswhore]

a proposition: it’s getting serious | poly!marauders

#7

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)

warnings: not proofread, smut (MDNI 18+), angst, fingering, rough sex

a/n: do you guys like the title of this one because i truly think im so fucking funny

a proposition: masterlist

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He was avoiding you. It was obvious to everyone.

It wasn't like Sirius was your best friend in the world, but you were still close. Then he kissed you. You hadn't heard from him since.

After everything Remus had told you before you and Sirius had kissed, you knew that something was up. It was the only explanation. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong. Whatever this was, it was all Sirius. You didn't want to pry, so you decided to let him come to you whenever he was ready.

But it had been weeks.

In the meantime, you had your fair share of fun with Dorcas and Mary. You told them it was unfair that you had sex with a woman alone once and that it was Marlene, and they worked to rectify it.

Evan was still ravenous any time he was near you, and spent five full days seeking you out between every period, after class, and even sometimes first thing in the morning. You sometimes returned the favor, but only when he wanted it. He was happy to stay in between your legs for hours.

And of course, there was Remus. He hadn't been elaborate about pursuing you, but you oftentimes went to him first when you were feeling experimental or particularly needy. Remus was your first, and you were tethered to him in a way you couldn't explain.

But even he couldn't justify Sirius's avoidance. You could tell that something caused contention between the two of them, but they were best friends, and Sirius hadn't pulled away from him.

You felt like you ruined the group. Like you caused the drama- like you were the problem, no matter how many people told you that wasn't true.

What bothered you the most, other than Sirius avoiding you, was the fact that everyone acted as if they knew why, and just didn't want to tell you. You had interrogated Remus quite a few times, but he acted nonchalant every single time. Any time you asked someone how he was doing or why he was still not talking to you, they would just shrug and change the subject.

You had had enough.

You sat cross-legged on Sirius's bed, making sure your skirt still covered you. He took significantly longer than you anticipated to get back to his dorm, since he had last-minute Quidditch practice and you had no idea. But you knew that he had to come back to his dorm. Eventually.

The moment the door swung open, James spotted you on his bed, and immediately turned around. He pushed past Sirius as Sirius noticed you, and tried to do the same.

James, now behind him, pushed him into the dormitory and slammed the door shut.

Sirius tried to pry it open, but James was standing on the other side, pressing it shut. Sirius took a deep breath and dropped his head before walking over to his desk and dropping his Quidditch bag, completely ignoring you.

“Be back in like an hour!” James called, giggling as you heard his footsteps dissipate.

You waited for him to turn to you, but he never did. He just pretended to go through his bag for a frustratingly long time.

"Sirius?"

No response.

"Talk to me, Sirius."

No response.

You shot upward and got in his personal space.

"Sirius."

"What."

"The fuck do you mean what? You haven't spoken to me in weeks."

"Whoops."

"Siri, c'mon." You dropped the nickname, hoping it would help your case.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, Siri?"

"Stop."

"Then talk to me, Siri."

Sirius took a deep breath and flared his nostrils, turning to you and looking at you for the first time. "What."

You threw your hands up. "You've been avoiding me, as you know."

"Mm.”

"Don't you think I deserve to know why?"

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Yeah, okay," you rolled your eyes.

"Okay," he repeated in the same tone you used.

You were frustrated, and annoyed, and your confidence faltered as your voice cracked in sadness that you ruined something as you asked, "did I do something wrong?"

Your vulnerability shone through, and it caused Sirius's features to soften. He watched your eyes soften as you nearly cried. You had spent weeks mulling over why Sirius was avoiding you, and you couldn't think if anything wrong that you did, unless maybe you really were that bad of a kisser. Yeah, you had gained a ton of confidence recently, but you weren't made of steel all of a sudden. Around Sirius, you were still that younger little girl who blushed whenever he looked in her direction.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, shit," Sirius said, running his fingers through his hair.

You sniffled to hold back the tears. You were fighting with every cell in your body to appear strong. "Then what is it? Please tell me. Please."

Your voice completely broke on the final word, and tears spilled from your eyes, despite your refusal to acknowledge them.

Sirius immediately pulled you into his arms, holding your head against his chest. "You did nothing wrong," he assured you, "nothing at all. I did."

You pulled away to look up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I fucked up."

"No you didn't," you sniffled, "because we kissed? Why would that be bad?"

"It wasn't, it wasn't," he said, lightly stroking your hair, "that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" your anger was coming back a bit, "because I seem to be the only person you're avoiding, and that's the only thing that's happened between us."

Sirius let out a deep breath. "Y/N, please."

You stepped backward and pulled away from him. "Do you regret inviting me in? Is that what it is? Are you guys planning on kicking me out or something?"

"No, we would never-"

"Or maybe you're just upset about Remus. Is that it? You acted weird when I came to breakfast with bruises. Are you just jealous of Remus and taking it out on me? Huh?"

"I am jealous of Remus," he admitted.

"And you're punishing me for it?"

"I'm not jealous of Remus because he's Remus," Sirius said, "I'm jealous of Remus because of how you are with him."

You knew what he meant. You weren't stupid enough to not acknowledge or know that you had one hell of a connection with him. "So you're mad at me because you wish you had someone to give you what Remus and I have?"

Sirius stared you dead in the face. He was so tired of fighting it.

"I'm mad because I want what you and Remus have, with you."

"All you had to do was say so, and I would have fucked you. That's, like, the whole point of this."

"No-" Sirius threw his hands up and paced. He was trying to figure out how to say the words he'd never thought he would have to, or want to, say.

You watched him run his fingers through his hair again as he looked at you and forced himself to speak. "I don't mean I want you just to fuck you, Y/N, I want you."

You blinked rapidly as you stared at him. His eyes were almost pleading, hoping that he wouldn't be facing rejection.

"Oh," was all you could say. You were in shock.

"Yeah."

You both just stared at one another. Each moment felt like an eternity. Neither of you knew what to say or do.

"How long?"

"What?" Sirius asked.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" you asked, your voice small and quiet.

Sirius shrugged, "in sixth year, well, fifth year for you, James was trying to show us someone in Hufflepuff he hooked up with. It wasn't you, obviously, but we thought you were who he was pointing at, cus the actual girl was like two seats to your right. You looked up and caught me looking at you, and you turned bright red."

You nodded your head slightly and chuckled in disbelief. "Are you fucking with me?"

"No."

Your laugh of disbelief died there.

"You mean to tell me you've been noticing me this entire time?"

"Mhm."

"So- but you signed me up to fuck your friends?"

"I still wanna fuck you, don't get it twisted,” he chuckled. That was the Sirius you knew.

"But-"

"I noticed you before this, Y/N, but it's different actually knowing you. I didn't think you fucking Remus would make me feel like this until I actually met you and got to know you."

"So this is all because I'm fucking Remus?" your heart still couldn't process what your brain understood.

"No, Y/N, for fucks sake, this is all because I've never fallen for somebody before and I don't know how to fucking act. I don't even know how to fuckin' be around you."

Sirius seemed to immediately realize what he said, because his breathing hitched in his throat as he stared at you.

You couldn't breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, Sirius pleaded, "please say something," so quiet that you almost didn't hear it.

"I don't know what to say," you admitted.

Sirius sighed in disappointment, assuming he was getting rejected. "I'm sorry, forget I said anything-“

He turned to try to leave again, but you said "Sirius, wait," and ran up to him, grabbing his arm and trying to spin him back toward you.

He turned to face you, but kept his head up, looking forward instead of at you. He couldn't handle looking you in the eyes as you rejected him.

"Sirius, look at me."

He refused. You touched the side of his face, stroking his cheek lightly with your thumb. "Please look at me."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "No, Y/N, you don't get it, I can't just fuck you and leave it there, and that’s how this is supposed to work, but I just-“

Sirius sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands.

You knelt down in front of him. You gently moved his hands away from his face, and he looked at you, eyes glassy as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“There’s this tether between myself and Remus that I don’t think I can ignore,” you said. You knew it might hurt him, but it was better to be honest if things were hard already.

Sirius interpreted your words in his own way. “Is that what’s holding you back?”

You paused for a moment. “Holding me back from what?”

“Could I have you if I shared you with Remus?”

You were visibly taken aback by his question.

“I can see it in your eyes, Y/N, you can say whatever you want, but you can’t lie to me, not really. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

You couldn’t.

He knew you couldn’t.

“I’ve liked you forever,” you admitted.

“You still blush when I look at you,” he smiled.

“You’ve never looked at me the way you are right now.”

“I have. You just didn’t know what it meant until now.”

Your breath hitched in a light gasp. “Sirius-“

“Please just tell me how you feel,” he said, “and if you say you feel nothing, even if I know it’s not true, I’ll shut the fuck up and leave it be.”

You had to be honest with yourself, and with what you’ve always known and always felt. “I have feelings for you.”

Before Sirius could smile too big, you said, “but I can’t ignore whatever this connection is with Remus.”

Sirius took a deep breath to contemplate his words. “I can share. Remus and I share everything anyway.”

“What about the rest of the group?”

“I really don’t care about the rest of the group.”

You took a second to contemplate your next move. Having Sirius Black to yourself seemed too good to be true. Sirius was always the one you assumed you wouldn’t have a shot with, but if your conversation with Remus taught you anything, it was that Sirius’s reputation wasn’t all too accurate.

Remus. What would he think? You wouldn’t be exclusive with him, but would he get bored of you? Would he be angry that you and Sirius broke the rules, and not want you anymore?

“We have to talk to Remus, obviously,” you said.

Sirius’s head shot up as he looked to your face, contemplating the weight of your words. We. His eyes flickered back and forth between yours desperately as he studied your face. “Are you saying yes?”

Your train of thought was going too far off the rails to even comprehend what he said. “Then we’d have to tell everyone else, but definitely Remus first. And-“

Sirius grabbed your face, his hands on either cheek as he shook your attention back to him. “Are you saying yes.”

You took a deep breath. You’d gotten the sexual experimentation you’d needed. You cared for the rest of the group, but definitely not the way you cared for Remus or Sirius. Sitting there, Sirius holding your face, eyes glassy thinking you didn’t want him, you knew you’d be a fucking idiot to deny him. This is all you’d ever daydreamed of when he would catch your eye from the corner of the room.

“Yes.”

Sirius took one quick moment to smile before he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. Your knees shifted against the carpet as you held onto Sirius’s arms. He moved a hand to the back of your head, holding you even closer to him as his lips molded with your own.

You pushed yourself off of your knees, maintaining the kiss as you stood in front of him, his legs spreading apart as he moved to grip your waist.

He pulled away briefly. “I really, really want you to know how much you mean to me,” he said through static breaths, “but I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now.”

You pushed a piece of his hair behind his ear. In a near whisper, you said, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me. We have time.”

“We have time,” he repeated, more to himself than to you, so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

You waited for him to process before you made another move. He searched your eyes with his own.

Seemingly in an instant, Sirius realizes the emotional strife was out of his system, but the physical wasn’t. His demeanor shifted as he saidX “I wanna fuck you so hard that you forget Remus exists.”

You felt your core pulse at his words. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you onto his lap. He moved his lips close to yours, but instead of kissing you, he continued to whisper, “you wanna be mine? I’m gonna fucking make you mine.”

“Sirius-“

He didn’t let you speak. He pressed his lips to yours in the most intense kiss you’d experienced yet, his dominant hand gripping your jaw to hold you in place. His other hand grabbed your ass, pressing you down into his lap as he bucked his hips lightly.

Your skirt fanned out onto his stomach, meaning the bulge in his pants pressed directly against your underwear. You could feel yourself soaking through them as the lengthy bulge bucked between your folds.

Sirius’s fingers were so tangled in your hair that you didn’t think he would be able to ever let go. He groaned as he slapped your ass harshly, and you felt the intensity of the moment, taking a chance to gently catch his lower lip between your teeth.

You pulled away lightly, releasing his lip as he looked up at you with lust-blown eyes. “Now where did my innocent little Y/N learn to do that, hm? Remus?” he smirked.

“I’ve never done that to Remus,” you shrugged as if the conversation was casual.

“Oh really?” Sirius smiled, gripping your face with both hands and pushing you even harder onto his bulge, “savin’ some things just for me? Wish you saved yourself for me,” he admitted.

“You kinda scared me,” you admitted back.

Sirius tilted his head like a puppy. “I scared you?”

“Mhm.”

“How so?”

You flushed with embarrassment. “Thought you’d be too rough with me. Didn’t know how much I’d want that.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Too rough, huh? Is that what you want?” He slapped your ass again, moving your hips against him, causing you to gasp, “you want me to be rough with you, huh? Show you what I’ve been wantin’ to do to you this whole time?”

“Please,” you pleaded.

“Again,” he demanded.

“Please, Siri, be rough with me.”

Sirius harshly pulled your face down to his, kissing you again as he, without warning, ripped the fabric of your underwear to expose where he was grinding against.

You squealed and pulled away. “Sirius!”

“What?” he shrugged like nothing had happened.

You stood up, and he pouted, but you could see the concern in his eyes. You quickly pulled your skirt down and discarded the ripped fabric of your underclothes, taking residence on top of him again. You saw his breathing relax when you returned. “I had to get up and take my skirt off anyway!”

Sirius threw his hands up next to his head. “They were in my way.”

“You literally still have your pants and boxers on.”

Sirius smirked. “Y’know, you could help with that, babydoll.”

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you couldn’t deny him- he was just so charismatic. Even painfully horny and having just confessed his romantic love for someone for the first time, he laid there with his hands behind his head as you unbuttoned his pants as if he was the sexiest being alive. He kinda was.

You knelt in front of him, trying to unclothe him. You, of course, nervous from trying to maintain the intensity of the moment, could not get his pants fully unbuttoned. Your fingers fumbled with the final button.

“Fucks sake,” Sirius said, doing it for you and removing both his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free directly in front of your face.

You choked on a gasp and coughed.

Sirius didn’t move, he just sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at you. Your eyes were transfixed on his leaking cock, your brain wondering how the fuck you were possibly supposed to suck him off without suffocating.

“Remus is bigger, hun, if you can fit him, you can fit me,” Sirius assures you, worried that you were panicking.

“Remus is… skinnier,” you said.

Sirius laughed. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

You looked up at Sirius, then back to his impressive length. You wrapped your hand around him, and he bit his lip to keep himself from losing control immediately. You began to stroke him, looking up at him through hooded lids as you licked his tip.

He threw his head back, but quickly reset, not wanting to miss a moment of watching you take him in your mouth.

You sank down onto him, doing your best to keep your cheeks hollow to accommodate for his girth. You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to his size and the feeling of a comfortable rhythm, before you began to move at a steady pace, using your hand to cover any ground thag your mouth couldn’t.

You gazed up to Sirius, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes fixed directly on you. You fought to maintain eye contact, even though the angle he was sitting at made it difficult to look up so far.

“Fuck, dollface, just like that,” he moaned, using one hand to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He began to stroke your cheek with his thumb as you sucked him, the gesture so intimate and sweet during such a filthy act. You moaned in surprise at the contact, and Sirius growled in response.

“Shit, can I fuck your mouth?” he asked.

You pulled away, still stroking him with your hand as you said, “You can do whatever you want with me.”

The noise that came from Sirius’s throat was purely primal.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding tightly as the other hand positioned himself in front of you.

“Open.”

You opened your mouth and he immediately pushed himself in as far as he could, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

He pulled back out, and said “easy, bunny, relax,” before pushing back in again.

You clenched the muscles in your throat as he did it again, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You coughed and moaned around him, but kept your composure the best you could.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, “that’s it, that’s it.”

With him stilled, you were able to adjust to the feeling of him at the back of your throat, and adjust to comfortably breathing through your nose. You slackened your jaw, hollowing out your cheeks. You got yourself in a position comfortable enough that you didn’t have to move- Sirius could just fuck your mouth as he pleased.

You looked up at him and moaned around him, signaling that you were okay and he could move.

He began to push your head down, your hands bracing yourself against the mattress as he moved your head via your ponytail.

You fought like hell to look up at him, having been told several times by everyone in the group that boys liked eye contact during head, and they were right. The moment your eyes met Sirius’s, he began to fuck your mouth even faster, his pupils blowing and growing darker at the sight.

“Fucking hell, fuck,” he moaned.

You were so ridiculously turned on by the sight and sounds of Sirius, and felt confidence build from your core upwards. You reached a hand up and gently cradled his balls, squeezing ever so slightly as he continued to fuck your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, extending the word as he finally gave in and his back slammed against the mattress. His hand never left your head, but it did loosen, and you took the opportunity to take control of the pace.

You didn’t let up, but rather tried to push yourself as much as you could, sinking yourself as deep as you possibly could on Sirius. You fought through the gags, and your nose grazed Sirius’s lower stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t do that or I’m gonna fucking come down your throat,” he said.

So you did it again.

“Shit, please, I need to be in you to come,” he pleaded.

You liked hearing him whiny and desperate for you, so you held him in your throat and swallowed, constricting around him.

Sirius bucked his hips involuntarily, pushing himself to the absolute limit. It was too much for you, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Despite his leaking cock and evident need, Sirius took the opportunity to hook his arms under yours, hoisting you up to a stand.

“But-“

“I am so not ready to be done with you yet,” he said.

Sirius stood and traded places with you, forcing you onto the mattress and standing between your legs.

He pulled your shirt upwards, and you raised your arms to allow for him to remove the garment and throw it off to the side. He skillfully unclasped your bra blindly, throwing it in the same direction he had your shirt, leaving you bare naked beneath him.

“Merlin’s fucking beard,” he said, his hands roaming the newly exposed skin.

You felt yourself stiffen underneath his touch, the direct attention on your exposed body causing you to be nervous.

“Oh, baby, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice full of adoration, like you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen, and he couldn’t comprehend that he got to see you like this.

“You called me baby.”

Sirius met your eyes in concern. “Is that okay?”

“I like it.”

Sirius smiled and resumed staring at you, studying every curve of your body like he would never get to see it again.

As much as you appreciated the adoration, you needed some part of him inside of you, and you needed it now. You knew of one surefire way to pull Sirius back into a rough, possessive headspace. It was playing with fire, but fuck you liked the heat.

“Only Remus calls me baby.”

Sirius’s hands stopped. He slowly looked up to your face, surprise at your confidence evident on his face.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, running a hand down your entire torso, not even bothering to prep you before he roughly inserted two fingers into you, “is that right?”

“Mhm,” you moaned as Sirius began to viciously scissor and pump his fingers in and out of you, your wetness enough that you didn’t need any extra preparation.

Your hips began to swirl beneath him, and Sirius pressed his palm to your clit, adding to the immediate intensity of the stimulation.

“Only Remus calls you baby, huh?” he said, his own anger working himself up to fuck his fingers into you rougher and rougher, faster and faster, “then I guess only Remus can make you come like this too, huh? If Remus is so fucking special.”

“Fuck,” was all you could cry out.

“You’re mine, you understand that? I can call you whatever the fuck I want, baby. What are you gonna do, go cry to Remus about it? Would you rather have his fingers inside of you? Huh?” Sirius was seething as he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him with his unoccupied hand, “would you?”

“N-no,” you gasped out.

“Oh, but you seem to be so fucking obsessed with him, don’t you?” His pace was fucking ruthless, and your entire body was writhing and convulsing beneath him as you instinctively tried to escape the intensity, but he wasn’t letting up. His face was mere inches from yours, and he watched you come undone as he spoke, anger mixing with lust. “You only ever wanna have Remus make you come, huh? Don’t even know what you’re missing. You like this? Does it feel good? Because if he’s so great, I’ll just go get Remmy and he can bite you some more.”

Sirius was angry beyond the point of coming back. He needed you to disagree; he needed you to want him so bad and come so hard that you couldn’t even consider Remus.

“So good, please, I want you, just you-“

Sirius moved his hand to your throat, applying light pressure, mostly to hold you in place, rather than cut off air flow.

You knew Sirius’s anger was not only from a place of lust and longing, but a place of hurt. Sirius was never needed or wanted, and you knew he compared himself to Remus relentlessly.

“I only want you, Siri, please, wanted you for so long-“ you could barely get words out through the strangled moans and gasps, “it’s always been about you, fuck- fuck, I’m gonna- fuck, Siri, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah? Didn’t know you could come for anyone but Remus.”

Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes as you writhed uncontrollably under Sirius’s harsh grasp. He curled his fingers as he pumped, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Please, please, Siri, come- gonna come- please-“

“Should I just go get-“

You cut off Sirius’s sassiness before he could say the name again. “Fucks sake, Sirius, please,” you gasped, his grip on your throat loosening when he heard your tone, “I only want you, I don’t fucking care about Remus right now, please make me come, Merlin- fuck- I need you-“

Sirius pulled his fingers out of you entirely.

Your breath was erratic and quick as you looked up at him, almost in disbelief that he had just done that. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. Your core ached and clenched around nothing.

“W- wh- I-“

Sirius dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his body shaking slightly, and you heard his sniffles and gasps from beside your head. In an instant, the walls crashed down.

“Siri?” you asked, your voice gentle and calm.

Sirius lifted himself on his arms and looked down at you, a tear still falling down his cheek.

You wiped the tear away and tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, stroking his cheek with your thumb, as he had done to you earlier. “You okay?”

“Just worked myself up a little too much, ‘m sorry,” he sniffled, “‘n you said you need me.”

“Mhm,” you smiled, “you can’t compare yourself to Remus all the time, Sirius. Two completely different relationships.”

“But you always went to him, and you never came to me, it was always him-“

“Sirius, you said it yourself, we can’t just fuck around and call it a day. It’s always been different with us, you know that,” you spoke.

“I’m just always second, and I just-“

“I shouldn’t have said only Remus calls me baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to work you up that much,” you said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he took a deep breath, “‘m sorry. I’m good, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not second, Sirius. Who’s been making me blush all this time? Take it easy, breathe. Can you lay down?” you asked.

Sirius laid out on his back next to you, and you swung a leg over his waist, straddling him despite your aching core.

You toyed with the buttons of his shirt. “Can I?”

You could see that he was about to cry again.

“Sh, sh, easy,” you said, leaning down to kiss him sweetly, “you’re beautiful, Sirius, I just wanna see you.”

Sirius didn’t fight you as you unbuttoned his shirt, your lips attached to his neck so that he didn’t have the added nerves of knowing you were watching his chest and stomach become more and more exposed each second.

You pushed his shirt open, and slowly kissed down his collarbone, then his chest, and then his stomach, lifting just before where his cock was still hard and leaking onto his lower stomach.

You looked up at him, and realized his eyes never left you.

“Are you okay?” you checked in.

“Sorry,” Sirius said, wiping his eyes one final time before he was able to pull himself back to earth, “nothing ruins the mood like my insecurities.”

You kissed him again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still in a mood. You stopped touching me at the worst fucking moment.”

Sirius snickered. “Next time, don’t be so fucking needy.” He was baiting you. You were happy to bite.

You ran your fingers across his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. “Can’t help it,” you said, touching him softly and nonchalantly, “I need you bad.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you lifted your hips, positioning yourself directly above his aching cock.

“I need you so, so bad, Siri,” you said, slowly sinking down onto his length.

His hands gripped your hips violently, his knuckles nearly going white from the strength of his hold. He had been imagining what you would feel like around him for what felt like an eternity. As you sank fully down, Sirius couldn’t help but hold you there, barring you from movement.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your forehead pressing against his.

“Baby, baby, baby,” Sirius chanted like a mantra.

“Please let me move, Siri, I need to feel you so bad,” you spoke quietly in his ear.

“Fucking hell,” he said, releasing his grasp on your hips and allowing you to bounce up and down.

You still hadn’t nailed your riding technique, so it took you a few tries to get your balance right. You knew you had it when Sirius grabbed for your arm, a low moan escaping his lips as he pulled you to him.

He kissed you harshly, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of you fucking him. As good as it felt, Sirius was not okay with you servicing him and doing all the work, when all he wanted was to wreck you.

Sirius held the back of your head to maintain the kiss as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your torso to his as he began to snap his hips upward. You whined into the kiss at the sudden new angle.

“Heard you like being manhandled baby, is that right?” he spoke into your ear, your head falling into the crook of his neck, “you like it rough, huh?”

You moaned in response as Sirius snapped his hips even faster, holding your waist down so that you stayed in place for him.

“Liked you ‘cus you were so fuckin’ innocent,” he began, your entire body jolting with each thrust of his hips, “could tell from how easily I made you blush. Knew it’d be fun to wreck you. Never dreamed you’d like it so fucking much,” he slapped your ass hard, causing you to cry out into his shoulder.

“Been-“ you could barely speak, “thinking about this, you- so long.”

Sirius fucked into you faster. “Keep talkin’.”

“Siri, please, don’t make me.”

Sirius slapped your ass, not letting up on his pace at all. “Please, baby, keep fuckin’ talking.”

“Not fair,” you struggled out.

“What’s not fair,” he shot back, “is making me wait this long to feel you. Fuckin’ hell, angel, you feel so fucking good.”

Sirius slowed down, almost fully stilling before he flipped your two bodies over. He then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips upward to meet his.

You went to hoist yourself up on your arms, but he grabbed your wrists, connecting them behind your back and holding them with one hand. “Down.”

“I’m not a dog,” you challenged, “unlike some people.”

Sirius smiled, a genuine smile. You were joking with him in the middle of intense sex. It just kept getting better and better.

“Oh, shut up,” he replied.

“Are you fluffy? Like what color are you? Do you know tricks?” you taunted.

Sirius growled, leaning over you and shoving a finger into your mouth. “I said shut up.”

You sucked on his finger obediently as he rolled his hips and entered you again.

“Good girl,” he said, breathy, “you’re taking me so well.”

You whimpered into the pillow as Sirius rutted your hips into the mattress, his thrusts not fast, but hard.

“I’m gonna-“

“Not yet.”

“But-“

“Don’t you fucking come yet, you understand?”

“I don’t know how to-“

Sirius gripped your jaw, holding you down as he leaned further and further onto you, “don’t fucking come until I say so. You’re mine, listening is the least you can fuckin’ do to show it. Unless you’re not mine.”

Hook, line, and sinker. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Siri, all yours, I need you, only you-“

“Fuck,” he cried out, the loudest he’d been yet.

You fought like hell not to come, but it was difficult when the boy you’d been fantasizing about forever was fucking you ruthlessly from behind and moaning your name.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Your name sounded so sweet coming from his lips.

He smacked your ass again, watching the way the flesh moved when touched. He watched himself enter and almost exit you time and again, admiring how fell you fit together.

You felt his eyes travel up your back to your face again, where you lay wrecked, burying your face in the pillow to silence yourself.

“Uh uh uh,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hair so that your face was pressed sideways into the pillow, “let me hear you.”

“Siri-“

“Just like that, baby, sounds so pretty when you say it.”

“Please let me come, Siri,” you begged.

“Fuck, lay down,” he said, pulling out of you and tapping your hip to alert you to turn around.

You laid on your back and Sirius immediately re-entered you.

“Wanna look at your pretty face when you come for me,” he explained, leaning down to kiss you.

Despite the harsh snapping of his hips, Sirius kissed you gently, a reminder that he was still him, and you were still you, and this was still real and safe.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body fought, and was denied release a third time. “Siri, please, I’m gonna come, please-“

“Not until I say so, babydoll, you can do it,” he groaned, “need to come with you. Need it so bad.”

“Need you,” you said, “I need you to come in me, please.”

“You need me to come inside you? Hm? You need me?”

“I need all of you, please, Siri-“

Sirius moved a hand between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit as he fucked you.

Your back arched as you whimpered, the sudden contact too much to hold back anymore.

“Wanna feel you, baby, come for me.”

That was all it took.

Your high crashed over you violently, your walls squeezing Sirius intensely as you, for lack of a more descriptive term, screamed.

The constriction of your walls sent Sirius over the edge. He could have come the second you touched him, but he wanted to wait for this moment, and it was sweeter than he could have imagined.

You pried your eyes open to watch Sirius as he came, but he was focused completely on you, his pleasure being achieved from seeing yours. He leaned down to kiss you as you both caught your breath.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as if he would leave without you holding on. After a few moments, he had to physically pry your arms apart.

“Gotta pull out sometime, babydoll.”

You stuck your lower lip out in a hyperbolic pout. “Why?”

“Merlin, you are everything,” he said, smiling and kissing you one more time before he pulled himself out of you. He gazed to where your bodies had just met, and watched as some of his come spilled out of you.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, so quiet it was nearly a whisper.

You pushed sweat-slicked hair away from your forehead, stretching out your sore legs and instinctively closing your legs.

“No, no, no,” Sirius said, pushing your legs apart again, “the show isn’t over.”

You giggled as you watched him, so consumed in the sight that he was trying to not even blink.

“It feels messy, let me clean up a bit,” you said.

“Sh, I’ll obviously clean you up,” he protested, “just let me make the moment last a little longer.”

When Sirius was satisfied, he looked at your sweaty, fucked-out frame, and decided normal aftercare wasn’t enough.

“We need a shower,” he laughed.

“I don’t-“ your cheeks flushed as you weighed what you were about to say, “I don’t think I can stand.”

Sirius grinned wide, leaning down to kiss you before scooping you up into his arms. “You don’t have to,” he said, carrying you toward the bathroom.

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[kannouo]

Voice of an Angel

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader warnings: none summary: the demon brothers react to an mc with a soothing voice. prompt by anon: I have lost my voice and it has sucked 😔 I shall never take the ability to talk for granted ever again. So can I request the demon brothers with a MC with a very soothing voice? Thank you in advance!!! I’m coping. A/N: i hope you feel better by the time this is out anon :( and tysm for this adorable request!

LUCIFER

• Lucifer was taken with your voice from the moment he first heard it.

• As a fan of classical music and a romantic at heart, he often drew comparisons from your voice to his favourite vinyl records — how harmonic and melodious it was, and how even as you bare your rawest and ugliest emotions, your voice still retains that soothing quality, sounding almost like a song. He never put any of this to words, though. At least not at first.

• He had an image to keep up when you first arrived. As the Avatar of Pride, the first-born, and Diavolo's right hand, he needed you to fear and respect him lest you think it safe to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. So, any thoughts that may imply a sense of vulnerability would just have to stay in his head.

• ...Despite his efforts, his tactics of intimidation clearly didn't work on you, so...

• Wounded pride aside, once the two of you get closer, he's a lot more comfortable with expressing his love for your voice. He'll mostly make passing comments about it, leaving you flustered as he proceeds to move on from it right away, pretending to be oblivious as to what he did.

"MC," You tilt your head up at the sound of your name being called and look on over at Lucifer, who lets an uncharacteristically easy smile creep on his face as he approaches you. "I wanted to congratulate you on the speech you delivered today. I'm glad you went through on it after all. A voice as lovely as yours deserves to be heard." "Thanks... I was—" You sputter, his words only now registering as you feel your cheeks burn hot. "—What? What'd you say?" You aren't sure if it's truly clarification you're seeking, or if you simply want him to repeat those oh-so-rare words of praise. His lips quirk into a smirk and he begins to walk away without another word. "Lucifer!"

• Would definitely invite you to his room using the excuse of needing you to lend a hand with his paperwork when literally all you're doing is sitting there and reading some mail out loud to him. He's not that busy, and he's not too terribly interested in what the letters say either, but your voice can make even the most boring subjects engaging.

• Also... Lucifer is stressed. Perpetually. It would definitely do wonders for him if you managed to coax him into laying on your lap and simply talking to him about anything and everything, or even singing a song if that's preferable. He'll act as if he's only doing it to humour you, and it's honestly better to just let him have that one, even though you know he needs it more than anyone.

• He won't admit this, but he absolutely has trouble saying "no" to you at times. You just always ask him in the sweetest voice, he can't help it...

MAMMON

• He thinks he's slick. He isn't.

• Even in the very beginning, he would pull "tricks" in an attempt to make you talk more. Things like pretending he couldn't hear what you were saying so you'd repeat yourself... but you got sick of having to repeat yourself 5 times every time you said anything pretty quickly, so he had to switch it up.

• He starts asking for your extremely detailed opinions on random subjects — honestly, you're not sure how much more he expects you to elaborate on your thoughts on kiwis — or will interrupt ongoing conversations because he's "pretty sure you want to say something". You have to ask him to stop that one eventually. It's incredibly awkward.

• You and everyone else know very well why he acts like this with you, but he'd deny thinking anything was special about your voice to the grave. In front of others, at least.

• If you catch him on a day when he's willing to be vulnerable, he'll be more open about it. No matter what, he's always going to be a little shy about openly complimenting you, but depending on his mood, he might be willing to admit he wants to hear you talk. The subject doesn't matter — you could be saying literally anything, it's all the same to him. He just wants to listen to your voice.

"What's that show you were watchin' earlier about?" An innocuous and, under any other circumstances, innocent question. You had begrudgingly given in to Asmo's pleading to watch The Bachelorette with him, and braced yourself for a long ride when he insisted on starting this journey from the beginning. Mammon must have walked in on you two watching it, but... you have to admit, you're a little sceptical that Mammon gives two shits about The Bachelorette. "...I thought you didn't care about reality TV?" Mammon looks a little stumped at your response. No way is he giving you an honest answer, but... the longer he goes without hearing your voice, the more he feels like the energy is being drained out of him. "...I'm... warmin' up to it?"

• Praise and general words of affection and kindness mean more coming from you anyway, but that coupled with your voice sounding so peaceful and relaxing as you compliment him makes him melt.

• He's also just a smidge more okay with you giving him commands using the pact you two share. Something about it being your soft voice telling him what to do softens the blow to his ego a little.

LEVIATHAN

• I'll give in to being cliché here and say yes, your voice does absolutely remind him of a few anime characters.

• In most anime with a diverse cast, there always tend to be at least one character, feminine or masculine, with a signature calming and gentle voice. He's bound to know at least one or two that sound exactly like you.

• Even if you didn't sound like any characters he knew of, it wouldn't matter. It'd take him a little longer to make the connection, but he'd still think your voice is adorable enough to be in an anime, and to "prove it" will persuade you into reciting a few lines from his favourite shows.

"Beware, evil demons, for I'll plant your rears in the..." You sceptically read through the lines of dialogue Levi handed you and hold up the script. "Isn't this a little...?" "It's fine, the 'demons' in Ruri-Hana are way different from us," Levi shakes his head and waves his hand in front of him in dismissal, looking at you with stars in his eyes. "Anyway, this is Ruri-chan's most famous catchphrase! You need to say it with the excitement it deserves!" You sigh and close your eyes, bracing yourself to get into character. Even if it was embarrassing, you suppose you can at least let him have this... "Beware, evil demons, for I'll plant your rears in the dirt! Ruri-Hana! ☆" "WOOOOAAAHHH!"

• Levi is very prone to falling asleep to your voice too. Not because he's uninterested in anything you're saying, but because it's just so relaxing. He'll get embarrassed and vehemently deny having ever done this if you confront him about it.

• Lowkey wishes he had a recording of your voice to use as an alarm to motivate him to get up in the mornings, but he's way too shy to ask for one. It makes him feel like a creep.

SATAN

• Another romantic here, but not a very subtle one.

• He made a few passing comments about your voice at first — but like most everything he said when you were first getting to know him, it was superficial. It's only when you two grow closer does he truly realise how much he adores your voice and becomes more genuine about it.

• He'll openly compliment your voice and, like Mammon, asks for your your opinion on literally everything. He is slightly less obnoxious about it though. If you're a naturally quiet or shy person, he'll do his best to boost your confidence so he can hear you speak up more.

"Hm? Oh, you're done with it?" Satan asks and turns his body to face you, taking the book from your outstretched hands. He had been kind enough to lend you one of his many, many books after an extremely extensive conversation about your preferred genres. It had taken a while to finish — but you'd finally done it, and it was time to return the book. "Thank you. How did you like it?" "I enjoyed it." You see a pleased smile form on his face. "That's good," he places the novel on top of a messy pile of books that looks as if it's going to topple over at any moment. "Would you like to discuss it with me? I want to know what you liked most about it... and your opinions on the ending."

• Likes to hear you read aloud. He listens to audiobooks quite often, and most of them include people with naturally soothing ASMR-type voices. You remind him a lot of his audiobooks for that reason.

• Hears your voice as his internal monologue when he's reading something with a character that reminds him of you.

• You possess the very rare and valuable ability to calm the Avatar of Wrath's rage with your voice alone. When he's close to entering a fit of fury, in that stage right before he breaks into his demon form, just talking to and reassuring him with that soft voice of yours has the power to ground him. He'll still be angry of course, but at least you can avoid any potential property damage and just have him vent to you instead.

• Another brother who would love to lay his head down on your lap as you thread your fingers through his hair and talk about literally anything at all. He especially likes when you hum or sing softly. He's unlikely to ask for this, but the lack of complaint and the blush on his face as you persuade him into lying down for you tells you everything you need to know.

ASMODEUS

• His voice is similarly pleasing to the ears.

• Of the many, many things he gets complimented for, his voice is absolutely among them. So when he hears you speak for the first time, expect a comment along the lines of "oh, your voice is almost as cute as mine!"

• And as your relationship develops, your voice of course isn't the only thing he praises you for. However, it does make him all the more eager to hear his praises come from your lips.

• He gets showered in attention and compliments from his adoring fans every single day, but when it's you, it's special for two reasons. One: it's you. The one person he deems truly equal to himself and who he willingly shares that pedestal with. Two: that voice does things to him. I'm trying HARD to keep it SFW

"Baby! Oooh, look, look, look!" Your doom-scrolling on your phone is suddenly interrupted by Asmo's excited chanting as he shoves a magazine in your face, nearly hitting you with it. As your eyes focus on what he was trying to show you, you see the fruit of his latest photoshoot; him, in a cropped top and leather skirt, posing elegantly for the camera. "Don't I look adorable? Beautiful? Sexy?" He eggs you on, leaning his face in close. "Go on, tell me how fabulous I look! I want to hear from your mouth what a good job I did~"

• Another one who likes to hear you sing. He's a fan of karaoke himself and has a habit of trying to drag you into singing duets with him whenever there's an opportunity. Even if you aren't a singer at all, he insists your singing voice is naturally lovely, just like his!

BEELZEBUB

• I doubt Beelzebub would particularly care what your voice sounds like.

• Obviously, he notices. Maybe even compliments you about it. But you could have a super calming voice, an extremely high-pitched or nasally voice, or even not talk at all... It wouldn't change that your presence itself is what he finds soothing, not just your voice.

• Most things I have to say about his reaction here would still happen no matter what your voice actually sounded like. Him liking to hear you ramble, him falling asleep to one of your stories, even the compliments he gives, they're all reliant on the fact that it's you, not that your voice actually sounds a certain way.

• That's not to say he's being disingenuous. Quite the opposite. Because it's you, he means all the things he says.

• However I can see him being another one who would just kind of assumes that you're a singer, or have a nice singing voice. He states it like a known fact. You're at an event, karaoke comes on, and he's like "oh, you should go up there." Do you remember that one lesson in the OG game where everyone gets trapped in a karaoke room that'll only let you out if you get a perfect score? Beel asks you if you're willing to participate because "you're a good singer, right?" even if he's literally never heard you sing before.

• I can also see him, like Satan, being easily calmed down from going on a rampage by you just, talking to him.

"Beel..." You begin, your tone much like how one would talk to a scared animal. And for good reason, too. When you joined Beelzebub for a quick midnight snack, this was the worst possible outcome, a day you prayed you would never witness... The fridge was empty. "Beel, it's OK." "There's nothing left," he says, tone so low it sounds almost like a growl. "I'm hungry." "Just close the fridge." You guide his hand away from gripping the fridge door so tightly you're afraid he might leave a permanent indent. "There's snacks left in the drawers. The fridge isn't our only option."

BELPHEGOR

• I hope you enjoy being used as a walking ASMR audio.

• Seriously though, similar to Beel, your presence is what he finds soothing, not just your voice. But, your voice is definitely a plus.

• I imagine Belphie as the type to get annoyed when people are talking while he's trying to sleep, or if they're making too much noise. He isn't a light sleeper by any means so such things won't wake him up necessarily, but they will annoy him if he's still awake and he isn't above brashly telling people to shut up. You are an exception, however.

• He doesn't just not mind when you talk while he's trying to go to sleep, he encourages it. He'll lay down on your lap and tell you to read him a bedtime story, sing him a lullaby, or even just talk about your day. There's no need to worry about him not hearing all you have to say, either. He picks up information in his sleep, so don't leave out any details; he'll remember all of it when he wakes.

You grunt a little as the sudden weight of an entire grown man on your legs pulls you away from your 'me time'. You look down and see Belphie, now snuggled into your thighs with his eyes already half-shut. "What'd you do today?" He asks, and you know he just wants you to talk. "You won't even be awake to hear what I did." Belphie peeked open an eye and grinned impishly up at you. "Yeah I will," he said, stretching his arms above his head. "I heard when you started whispering how much you loved me when I fell asleep last night." "You heard that??"

• He hears your voice in his dreams. Frequently. Then he wakes up missing you. Expect a morning text that is fuckboy levels of needy. "U up?" lookin ass.

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For what it's worth | S.W

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 1,749

Warnings: SMUTT, Established relationship, First I love you, Whiny Sam, Happy trail mention (@laceandlipstick you slut), unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (m receiving), Pet names, Size kink (Sam is huge and he knows it), fingering, infamous greyhound shirt mention, use of Y/n, softdom!sam, cum eating?, cowgirl, creampie, I think that's it idk

A/N: This is for my bsf, love of my life @laceandlipstick. Furthermore I hope you enjoy!

Being a cashier for a rundown gas station your deadbeat father left you, didn't come with many perks. If any honestly. 

Same fluorescent lights boring onto your skin, day after day. 

That was until you heard the familiar 'ding' of the door. Perched behind the counter, you read over the same lines in your outdated magazine. "$50 on two." The gruff man, in the worn leather jacket, laid down a credit card. "Right..Mr.Hector Fromian." You looked up at the man, not convinced he was who he claimed to be. "Listen sweetheart just run the damn card." Rolling your eyes at his words you go to swipe the card when you hear the bell ding again. A rushed figure navigated through the store, before laying down a water bottle and a pack of gum. "This too please." The taller man muttered out, smiling down at you seeming to be in a rush. 

A quick transaction left you confused as the pair filled up the classic car at the pump, and sped out so fast they left tire marks on your parking lot.

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That interaction was nearly 8 months ago. Somehow, in a whirlwind of events, it ended in a warrant for not just the two boys, but somehow you had gotten roped in too.

Despite your original meet-cute, you and Sam had been going steady for 5 months now. Being on and off the road you never really had the time to breathe, let alone have any personal time to yourself.

Which is why your ears perked up at the mention of dean heading out to the bar for the night. Your eyes immediately shot Sam a look, as if to say 'Your ass better be staying back'. Luckily he caught the hint. 

Dean left, taking baby with him. "Shit." you looked around the rundown motel room trying to find your bag. "What is it?" Sam asked, you shook your head and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I forgot to get my bag out of the car before he left." You ran your hands over your face.

All you wanted was to take a hot shower, but having no clean clothes kinda defeated the purpose. 

"Well sweetheart, I do have clothes you can wear." He reassured you. You nodded, watching him dig through his duffle bag. Pulling out a pair of boxers and a purple t-shirt, adorned with a greyhound. "That one's my favorite." He smiled warmly down at you as you stood up, "I know." he handed you the clothes, and a towel from the table beside his bag.

One steaming-hot enough to scorch your skin shower, you pulled the boxers over your bare legs. Comical almost, how they fit around you. Sliding the t-shirt over your head, pulling the wet strands of hair that had gotten trapped beneath the fabric. Looking into the mirror, the shirt fits you like a dress. Hem sitting on your mid-thigh. 

Opening the bathroom door, steam filling the small motel room. Looking over to Sam, with his face buried in that damn journal. 

Crawling up on the bed beside him, rubbing your hand along his arm, "Sam, we talked about this." You reached over onto his lap, taking the journal and closing it. "Dean is having a night off, you sure as hell deserve it more than he does." You leaned over him, setting the book down on his bedside table. He started to protest, that was until he finally took in your form.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Funny enough, this time it was just you.

You.

In his clothes.

"I know I look ridiculous." You rolled your eyes at him, "Not everyone is giant." You teased.

You watched as the corners of his mouth turned to a grin. "I just didn't realize I was this big." He pulled at the sleeve of your shirt. The way it pooled around your arms and waist. 

When he wore this shirt he looked like sin.

Fabric stretching over his biceps like he was going to bust out of it.

And God. One stretch and you could see that line trailing right down to-

You were snapped out of your thoughts, quick to bite back.

"Sam you are quite literally 6 '5.", You continued "I'm like 5' 4 on a good day."

That made him laugh.

"M'sorry I just can't take you seriously when you're drowning in my clothes." He laughed, and you just sat there looking up at him clearly unimpressed.

"Oh fuck off Winchester." You rolled your eyes, clearly joking. Pulling up the covers over your bare legs, Sam followed suit. Untucking the comforter from his side of the bed and pulling it over him. 

"Night princess." He muttered, throwing an arm around your waist. "Mhm g'night Sam." You replied, quick to doze off.

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The shitty a/c was soon to cut off. Leaving your Sam's clothes stuck to your skin. With a groan you shrugged off the blanket and tried to wiggle out of Sam's grasp. "Where ya goin'?" He mumbles, voice raspy with sleep. "'S too hot." You whined out, overstimulated by the feeling of the clothes on your body. The cotton wrapped around your torso like a snare. 

You drug your hands down your face, overwhelmed. Sam took notice of this, sitting up beside you, “Take something off sweetheart it might cool you down.” he tugged at his boxers on your thighs. “Sam I can’t. I don't have anything under this.” He shrugged and continued, “‘S just me.” His big brown eyes locked onto yours as his fingers dipped under the elastic of the waistband, “You want me to take these off for you?” he asked and you were quick to nod. “C’mon pretty girl, use your words.” He pulled gently at the fabric, “Yes Sam please..” He grinned, pleased with your response. 

Pulling the fabric to your knees, then finally past your ankles and onto the motel carpet. You hissed at the cold air on your exposed skin. He was quick to soothe you, Cupping your core. “You’re soaking wet, did you know that?” he asked, testing the waters by running his fingers along your slit. “Sam-”, was all you could manage to get out. Dipping the tip of his middle finger inside, he curled it up, watching your face closely for a reaction. Your face scrunched up in pleasure and you whined. “Just one finger and you’re already falling apart hm?” He asked, and you nodded. “Yes I–need more.” He tsked in a mocking tone, “So greedy.”. But nevertheless gave in, adding his ring finger to the mix. Curling upwards inside you, he brushed against that spongy-spot. Your back arched at the new sensation, breathlessly mouthing pleas for more. Sam watched as your body contorted in pleasure, accelerating his pace, “I’m right here angel..”. His words filled your ears, and the band that twisted finally went taut and snapped. “Fuck–Sam.” you whined as your body convulsed under him, thighs shaking at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Sam brought his fingers to his mouth. Taking his middle and ring finger, he pushed them past his lips and onto his tongue. Rolling his eyes at the taste, he wiped his spit off them and onto his pajama pants. “You did so good for me y’know that?” He reached down to cup your face, running his thumb across your cheekbone. 

Dipping a little lower, he brushed his thumb against your pout. Pushing past your lips, you opened your mouth, taking his thumb inside. You swirl your tongue around the digit, savoring the taste. His eyes lit up at your action. “You wanna help me now sweetheart?” He asked warmly. You were quick to nod, “I wanna make you feel good too.” He smiled at your words, and guided you to the floor. Knees sunk into the outdated carpet, Sam perched at the edge of the mattress. 

You found yourself between his legs, tugging at the plaid pants around his hips. He grinned at your desperation, always wanting to help. Sam raised his hips, allowing you to slide them down with his boxers. His cock sprung against his stomach and he raised his shirt, up and over his happy trail, then finally in his teeth. The cotton was pinched between his teeth like he was a dog. Your eyelashes fluttered as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Just as you did moments before. His head threw back as he grimaced against the fabric between his teeth. You smiled, eyes wide and boring up at him. 

Sinking your lips lower and lower down his shaft, until the tip hits the back of your throat. Your nose brushed against the hair on his lower stomach. He groaned at the sensation as you started to bob your head around him, hollowing your cheeks to fit more inside. Breathlessly he buckled over, “Baby there's no way I can last with you doing all that.”. You pulled off him with a pop, satisfied with the mess you made of him. His hair was stuck to his forehead with a thin sheen of sweat, and his chest was heaving with the restraint he tried to keep. 

He rubbed the side of your face, and you rose off your knees to press your lips against his. Still slotted between his legs, you pushed him back against the mattress. You kissed down his neck and he whimpered, his cheeks flushed. “Please Y/n I need you.” His hands wrapped around your waist and you sunk down onto him. “Oh fuck–” He whined at the feeling of you around him, soft and wet engulfing him whole. Your hips rocked back and forth, watching him come undone underneath you, while you chased your high at the same time. Your hand pressed firm against his chest to stabilize yourself as you grinding further down onto him. Unanimous moans and whimpers refracted off the thin motel walls. Sam’s hips sputtered up into you, “I can’t-” he whined. “Inside Sam please.” Your words like answered prayers, as his hips thrusted up one last time and finally halted inside you. Collapsing against his chest, you pressed your cheek into him. As he tried to catch his breath he whispered into your ear, “I love you.”. Raising up to face him, you looked into his eyes searching for anything. All you found was warmth radiating off him, in more ways than one. “I love you too.”

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Invisible Silver Linings (4/7)

Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x F!Reader

Series Warnings: 18+, Thunderbolts* spoilers, language, angst, mentions of scars, mentions of self-harm/suicidal ideations

Summary: You signed on to become part of a study when you realized that you didn't have anything left to lose. What harm could it really do? How much worse could it really get? ... You didn't expect to get answers to those questions. You also didn't expect to meet Bob. You'd end up thankful for at least one of those things.

Chapter Index

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: just a little moment between bob and reader. i love them. love making them suffer together. emotional intimacy etcetc

Time passed, although you weren't sure how much. Doctors would come by and drop off food to you. They avoided any questions that you asked them by simply replying to each of them with, “Are you saying that you'd like to leave the trial?” It was an effective tactic in getting you to shut up. You paced and paced, wondering what was happening on the other side of the wall. You wondered what happened to everyone else that they'd taken. You wondered what happened to Bob.

Sleep was getting harder to come by. Even when they shut the lights off completely, you felt so out of sorts that sometimes you simply just laid awake staring up at the ceiling. You'd feel sweat dripping down the side of your forehead or down your back depending on how you were laying. Other times, lights on or not, you'd sit on your bed with your back against the wall, tapping your head against the metal in a rhythm to try and help you calm down and ground yourself. Sometimes it worked. Other times you just ended up with a welt on your head.

It was pitch black, and you were on replay number five of your tapping beat when you finally heard another voice. You stopped, thinking for a moment that maybe it'd all gotten to you. Maybe you'd snapped and now you were hearing things. Maybe that first time you'd fallen unconscious in the chair they had dosed you with something and they’d just been observing you this whole time looking for changes and side effects.

But no. There was no way it was that. Sure you might be losing it a little bit, but the voice you were hearing definitely wasn't living inside your head. You shut your eyes even though you couldn't see anything in the intense darkness regardless. Closing them tight, you tried to focus on the voice. It was quiet, muffled, but very much real.

Turning your head, you pressed your ear to the wall you'd been leaning against. Palms flat against the cool metal, you tried to piece apart what words were being said. Then you realized why it sounded familiar. Not because it was something from your own mind, but because you had heard that exact whisper not so long ago.

You tapped on the wall. “Bob?” you said, a little more than a whisper, a little less than your actual talking voice. When you got nothing in return but continued muttering, you tapped the wall again but harder. You tried your normal talking voice, hoping that it wasn’t going to make some doctor come in and haul you away. “Bob? Is that you?”

The muttering stopped. You were holding your breath as you waited for some kind of acknowledgment. A tap came from the other side of the wall. “Hello?”

You sighed in relief at the sound of his voice, worried as it was. “Oh my god, it is you.” You flattened your hands against the wall like he could press his palms to yours. “Hey.”

Up until that moment, no one had ever said your name with such relief before. You wondered if he was pressing his forehead and hands to the wall the same way that you were as he said it. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You laughed. “Going a little crazy, but other than that I'm fine.” You paused. “How are you?”

“What're they doing to us?”

You scoffed. “I have no idea. I feel like I've been sitting in here doing a whole lot of nothing since that first round of tests. Have…have they done anything else to you?”

“They asked me a lot of questions, but, uh, I don't…I don't remember any of them. I wonder if I…” he trailed off, clearly afraid to end the sentence with his real thoughts.

“I don't remember them either, if that's comforting at all,” you offered, not having anything better in the ways of reassurance.

“What is this place?” he asked.

“I don't know,” you answered, trying to pick apart details of your room in the darkness. “I never thought I'd miss my shitty old apartment, but right now I kind of am. Least my apartment had windows.”

He let out a quiet chuckle at that. “Yeah, a window would be nice.”

It grew quiet between you after that. And while normally silence wouldn't bother you, you now no longer had the luxury of being able to see him. Without conversation, you couldn’t be sure that he was still on the other side of the wall. You'd thought that you knew what being alone was, but  the loneliness that you had been drowning in before was nearly preferable to this kind of solitude. At least your loneliness on the outside came with a clock and a calendar.

“Bob?”

“Yeah?”

You were glad he couldn’t see you. “I don't know that you're there if we’re not talking.”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “What, uh, what do you want to talk about?”

It hit you right then that you hadn't had to try and make friends in a long time. And maybe you and Bob wouldn't end up being friends. But right now you were all each other had. “Um, I don’t know. What,” you picked at your blanket, “what do you wanna do when we get out of here?”

It was quiet for a moment and then you heard him humming while he thought. You wondered if he was just doing that for you sake so you'd know that he was still there. “I just wanna do something good. Something worthwhile I guess. Never really figured out how to do that.” He paused. “It'd be nice to help people, I think.”

You smiled. “Yeah, it would be.”

“What about you?”

The laugh you let out sounded more bitter than you meant for it to. It was a fair question, especially since you'd asked him first. But truthfully you weren't really sure what was left for you back out there. It'd beat being in here, but beyond that, you weren't sure if you had any purpose or aspirations left. That's how you ended up in this position in the first place.

“Not sure. I, um, I was going back to school for art before I ended up here.”

“Art?”

“Yeah, you know,” you got back into your previous position of sitting with your back against the wall, “paintings and shit. Collages—mixed media stuff.”

There was a long pause and even when he started to speak, it was clear to you that he hadn't figured out the entire sentence by the time he began saying it. “That's cool. I like art. How'd you go from art school, to, uh…um…” he trailed off and you found yourself staring down at your wrists in the dark. No doubt he was staring at his own picturing the scars on yours.

If there was anyone that you could be honest with, you supposed it was him. For all you knew, he was going to be the last person to ever get to say they knew you. “My roommate, who lived in the shitty apartment with me, she was my best friend. One of my only friends, really. She was going to school to be a teacher, and I was going back to school for art. We were both working shitty waiter jobs to pay for our shitty apartment, but it was still a good time, you know?” You cleared your throat, feeling yourself starting to get choked up. “But, uh, she got in a car accident one night. She was just, god, she was just trying to catch a ride home from work. And she usually walked! She always walked. But it was raining and it was payday so she just figured…”

His voice was soft, barely audible through the wall. “I'm sorry.”

You sniffled. “Yeah, me too. But, yeah. After that, it sorta just felt like…”

“Like what's the point,” he filled in the blank for you.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “So, you know, not really sure what my plan is after all this. Hadn't thought that far ahead.”

There was a beat of silence before he said, “I bet you make really cool art.”

It got you to laugh despite the tears on your face. You wiped them away with your sleeve. “Yeah, I do alright.” Tapping your head against the wall again, you said, “I'm glad I met you in here.”

“Me too.” He tapped in the same rhythm from the other side. “I'm glad you're on the other side of the wall.”

For a few minutes it was quiet save for the tapping. However the doctors were watching the two of you now, because there was no way that they weren't watching, you wondered what they thought of it. Were you two supposed to figure out you were next to each other? Or when the lights came back on was one of you going to get yanked out of your room and thrown into another one farther away? You could only imagine what notes they were taking on the two of you.

His voice dropped. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“If you hear me talking like that again, can you…can you wake me up?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Something about promising that felt strange, but you owed him at least that much. Besides, your current circumstances probably put you in the safest position to do so. There was no chance of him getting to you while there was a wall between you. “O-okay. Yeah, sure.”

“Hopefully they can fix it.”

“Fix what?”

“The part of my brain that makes me get like that.”

Your heart sank. He sounded so sad. “I hope so too.”

“You think we should sleep?”

You sighed. “Probably.”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

You smiled—for all either of you knew it was two in the afternoon outside the four walls you were stuck in. “Night.”

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Guest 1337 x reader!

note: in this story, he never got married! now with that aside, to the note we go :D

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HELLO, F E L L A S

“omg no way, 2 stories in a week???1?1!!?” HECK YEAH BOIII

I felt a bit silly and tried out what I like to call a 1 hour challenge! :D

basically, it involves me cooking up a story within an hour :,) I can’t do it for my requests as sticking to a specific prompt takes more time, sorry! ;-;

but yeah, wrote this for the sillies, so on this platform it goes :D

enjoy! :)

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You had a normal life. Had.

You enjoyed your days in the real world. You had a job you liked, parents you loved, and a life with a nice work-life balance. The only thing you didn't have was a romantic partner, but you were still content with your life.

You were just a regular person.

So why did fate have to be so cruel to you?

Why did it decide to throw you, of all people, into a cruel loop of life and death? Why did you have to be ripped away from everything and everyone you once knew?

You weren't so different from the others, you soon found out.

When you saw the other survivors for the first time, you were too scared to talk to them. But after taking a few hits for Dusekkar and giving a medkit to Builderman, they slowly started to warm up to you.

Instead of seeing you as just another survivor, they saw you as an ally. A companion that could be trusted. A familiar face, another beacon of hope that they could get through another round.

Slowly but surely, you started to act more naturally around the other survivors. You laughed more at Shedletsky's crappy jokes. You let Elliot heal you with a pizza to the face while Jason was chasing you. Every face you saw was no longer that of a stranger, but a friend.

And once everything was said or done, win or lose, the survivors would respawn and return to the cabin they called home to rest until the Spectre, the very thing that threw you into this forsaken realm, grouped up everyone for yet another dance with death.

Over time, you got to know everyone better. Elliot, the pizza boy. 007n7, a retired hacker for good, now a dad wishing to reconnect with his son. Shedletsky, Dusekkar and Builderman, all with experience as Robloxia's governors. You could relate to Noob- a regular fella who got thrown in for seemingly no reason.

But there was no one you could connect to as much as Guest 1337.

The both of you were quite similar. Stripped away from everyone and everything the two of you loved and cared about.

He lost his family, his friends, everything. He lost everything. Cruelly torn away from everything like it was but cheap fabric.

You could almost see yourself in him.

The two of you bonded over that, even during rounds. You'd give some of your supplies to him and distract the killer when his health got low. Guest would block the killer's attacks for you and distract the killer long enough for you to find Elliot and heal up.

After rounds, the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, chatting about your previous lives as the flames danced and crackled around the logs in the fireplace.

Eventually, the both of you slowly fell for each other. You were his everything, and he was yours. The both of you became each other's cornerstones...the only thing preventing any of you from going insane.

Guest confessed first while the both of you were in the middle of a round. It was adorable, because he was blushing furiously when he did. Instead of the tough, no-nonsense soldier you were so used to seeing, you saw a blushing mess, like a high school teenager confessing to their crush for the first time. Of course, you accepted his confession...and he was so ecstatic and touched, that he ended up kissing you right then and there.

It was as if the both of you had finally completed each other.

The both of you found one thing, something that was always out of reach.

Someone to love.

John Doe walked in on the both of you kissing, but instead of impaling the both of you with spikes, he paused at the doorway...as if he remembered something. But he seemed to shake it off and walk away without disturbing the moment.

At least he was nice about it.

Regardless, a relatively brutal round had just ended. Jason's relentless hunt killed the vast majority of the survivors, with you, Guest and Elliot remaining. Thankfully, Elliot was skilled at dodging Jason's machete swings...otherwise, the round might have lasted for a bit longer than anyone would've liked. Any of the survivors, at least.

Both you and Guest were exhausted. The two of you just wanted to rest and relax after a long day...and that was what brought you to this point.

You were curled up in Guest's arms, your face pressed up to his torso.

"Dearest, you're warm..."

The male looked down at you. He adored how you looked, wrapped up in the sheets with your cheek pressed up against him. You looked so peaceful in this state...

"And you look adorable, my love."

You let out a sleepy chuckle and wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself closer to him. You loved him so much...and you never wanted this moment to end. You loved everything about him- from the battle scars that never really healed to his blue hair, usually neatly combed and styled, now all over the place because of how much you messed with it.

"...you're comfortable...I could fall asleep like this because of you, Guest..."

You felt one of his hands moving behind your head, his fingers tenderly carding through your hair and messing it up slightly. His free hand snaked down to your waist to rub small, soothing circles on your back.

"Holding you in my arms makes me feel complete, (Y/n). I never imagined I'd love someone as much as I love you now...but here we are. Just you and me after a long day..."

The combined sensations coupled with the low rumble of Guest's voice was too relaxing for you. You were already exhausted from the round, and being in your lover's arms only made you feel drowsy and tired. You needed to sleep.

"Guest...? I'm tired..."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. A kiss with so much love behind it.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here to watch over you."

You would never get tired of his kisses. But you were tired now, that was for sure. You felt so safe and secure in his arms, like a protective shield from whatever this dimension had in store for you...

...but now was not the time to stress about the future. You got through the round, and now it was time to rest.

"Goodnight, Guest...I love you..."

You closed your eyes and began to drift off.

Just before you dozed off into the realm of nothingness, you managed to catch a soft, loving whisper right beside you.

"I love you too, (Y/n). Sleep well."

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and that’s it for this story! take care, and I’ll see you all soon! :D

[nemiepies]

Hi everyone, it’s come to my attention that I have been talked about pretty terribly in a popular server by a handful of people when they thought no one was looking. I am incredibly hurt, disappointed, and confused as to why me and my situation was mocked. When I came out and asked the community for help, I made it clear that I was incredibly embarrassed and anxious about doing so and now my worst fears have come true in the form of a chat leak. I will be sharing the screenshots that were sent to me and addressing what I feel is appropriate.

Hi @gloryride I do believe this is our first interaction as I have no clue who you are. If you didn't want to donate you didn't have to of course but calling me a beggar and implying that I was not working hard to provide for myself before asking for help is extremely uncalled for and strange to say the least.

I wasn't "expecting" anyone to give me money. In fact I didn't expect any help at all and just ended up being pleasantly surprised. I'm glad you were able to quickly find a job when faced with a similar situation but I was not, and not for lack of trying.

@wingdeer @cybervesna Hello! I didn’t offer to take comms because I didn’t have access to my computer/wifi for more than half the time I had the GoFundMe active and even before that due to severe weather conditions in my area. I was doing everything I could have possibly been doing from my end. That was the entire point of me having made the GoFundMe. I WAS out of options and no I was never sitting on my ass waiting for people to give me money. If you had any questions or concerns beyond gossiping about me I would have happily addressed them for no other reason than you cared enough to ask for the sake of transparency :).

@cybervesna some of the things said by you were just mean spirited and misinformed. NO I did not "wish" to be evicted nor am I a "delusion e-girl" begging for money because I'm lazy and didn't want to do anything. What an odd thing to say. I understand that as a non American its hard for you to believe that landlords aren't filled with rainbows and butterflies surely, however, my leasing department refused to work with me at all no and in the end I had to leave. Its as simple as that and not uncommon in the US. If you donated any money please DM a receipt so that I can give it back.

Hi @synth-peach! Its really odd you had more empathy for my cat than for me! Thought I would take the time to let you know that my cat is okay despite you seemingly believing I did nothing to help her or myself and just sat on my ass doing vp. If you donated any money please DM a receipt so that I can give it back.

Hi! @ https://x.com/Heruhhh_v (n4n4.png)

I never had any intentions of asking the community for help whatsoever. The reason why beanie set up the GoFundMe in my name was because I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help. I don’t know what type of issues these women have with beanie or why because I’ve never been a part of cyberpunk drama. I pretty much keep to myself. I have a very small circle in this community that I would call friends and I don’t even talk to them on a day-to-day basis. it feels like I’ve been roped into this as some sort of leverage to go against beanie and again I don’t know the history there but they absolutely did nothing wrong here.

I'm not sure how setting the goal to 4K makes me look bad. I never expected it to reach that amount. It didn’t even get to half so I’m not sure what the issue is. We set it to 4K because neither of us had any dealings with GoFundMe before and didn’t know what to set it to. I needed over 2000 for my rent alone not to mention utilities and food for both me and my cat so 4K seemed appropriate. Again, I didn’t even get close to that amount so I’m not sure why that’s being harped on. I also think its strange that you were trivializing my homelessness and comparing me asking for help to you wanting someone to buy you nitro. Very odd behavior! If you needed any justification for my GoFundMe my dms were open. I don't bite :) My health issues are no secret. It’s not something that I like to talk about publicly because of how private it is, but it’s something that has been prevalent in my life and is documented. I mentioned it briefly in my post when I was asking for help so I’m not sure where the narrative that I didn’t actually need help or was just waiting on a handout came from. And yes my health issues did impact my ability to work and find work.

Hera you are a stranger considering me and you have never had a single conversation and I didnt know you existed until the chat leak, I would’ve preferred you not even have opinions of me in private. It’s enough that you chose not to donate but to sit there and gossip about whether or not I really needed the help when I spent over a week in a homeless shelter is crazy. I'm glad you have the luxury of having an emergency fund tho! I can't relate, clearly, I hope a time where you have to use it never comes. ♥

Hi again @cybervesna I understand you are concerned about the help given to me by my so called friends as you put it. Well let me inform you and whoever else it may concern that my friends were helping me in fact Zwei, Beaniebby, and Peachu are the only reason I'm no longer in a homeless shelter and am back safely with my cat. the below screenshots are proof of this.

I think I have made my point with a fraction of the screenshots I received about all of this lol. I had hoped the next time I came on here it would be to once again thank any and everyone who donated to me instead I feel forced to address the narrative that was built in that server and now my biggest concern is making sure that anyone who donated knows without a doubt that it was to me and no one else.

Yes, it was setup by beaniebby however, they made me a co-organizer and I was able to put my banking information in. I received all of the payments. 0004 is the last 4 digits of MY savings account.

Also, I don’t think I ever gave the impression that I wasn’t doing anything for myself and just sitting around waiting for people to donate money to me. I was actively looking for work. I also made it very clear in my initial Tumblr post when I linked the GoFundMe that I did have some health issues which caused me to lose my previous job and I still hadn’t recovered from them fully.

If there was any questions about what I was doing for myself or my ability to contribute to what I needed to get done for both my cat and me it could have been asked privately. I understand being transparent but there's also a safety concern with what you share online and I didn't want to share too much of my private life because people are weird...point proven lol.

During the peak of donations several people reached out privately for more details and I laid it all bare. The people mentioned in this post could have done the same thing if they cared enough to do so. But they didn't. Mainly because this wasn't about whether or not I needed the money and for what reason but because I was just the hottest topic at the time and they thrive on drama. I am deeply disturbed by what I had to see. To the people who spoke on me and the people who were supposed to be my friends and sat back in silence I hope you all heal. It doesn't matter that these things weren't said to my face. They were still said and in the end showed to me. To anyone else who donated, please rest assured knowing nothing about my situation was faked everything I went through was documented privately and if you feel you are owed more details please show me a receipt of your donation and I can answer any questions you have privately.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Childhood friends w/ an easily scared reader who works at STYX

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Idia & Ortho Shroud ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

⚠️ Heavy spoilers about Idia and Ortho's backstory

× This is inspired in Huohuo (from Honkai star rail)

× Implaied that reader is a beastman

I love Huohuo soooo muuuch!! She is my baby now, if something happens to her i will kill everyone in the xianzhou luofu and then myself, alright???

Anyways, i love this two idiots to death too so let me just spread my love 💥💥💥💥

You ended up in STYX because of an accident, you found a strange creature that looked completely inofensive, while trying to find out what was that the creature quickly took over you trying to possess you, in reality this was a highly dangerous creature made by pure negative energy and now was trying to take over your body to have a body to room around, so when STYX found out you were taken to the quartes to be treated and try to avoid any kind of dangerous outcome, after all the creature's power and energy could it be too much for your body to handle

After being treated the creature was being able to be sealed but since it managed to get attached to you for how the slow reaction of STYX was, ending on this creature being now attached to your tail (winning the nickname of Mr Tail by you in the process), since it was made of pure negative energy you had to stay under observaron to make sure it won't end up causing any alteration in your blot

You were treated as a subject of research so Idia was informed about it until after a while, once they knew you were estable enough (and he was told about it because he would take care of STYX one day), but no matter how surprising it was he was quite hesitant to get closer to you, you were around his age or maybe his little brother's age, but he just didn't knew how to approach you, so at the end it was until he told Ortho about you that both decided to try to get close to you

They found a way to get close to you and befriend you without being stopped by the researchers of STYX and despite the initial hesitantion you three quickly became good friends! Ortho was so excited to finally have a friend and was always talking about how amazing his brother is and how much he wanted for you to join while they were playing videogames, Idia was quite hesitant but he just couldn't say not to him so he tried his best

Idia and Ortho soon tried found excuses to let you get out of your room to spend more time with them, after all you were incredibly easy to scare and this place was the scariest place int he world, they really wanted to help you feel more comfortable and after the sneaky visits you grew comfortable enough to talk more with them, they have even got to met Mr Tail, and since he talked to them both brothers could assure that it wasn't a threat anymore, still you had to stay most of the time under observation and the tests so you couldn't spend as much time as you wanted with them

At the end, having you around was another reason to want to go in adventures, you clearly didn't liked at all STYX quarters, it was way too scary (specially knowing that there were phantoms in the island), maybe they could be heroes for you too and take you somewhere you could be more comfortable! So they put their plan in action, after hacking the system Idia was busy trying to find a way to get you and then get out of the island without being discovered when the alarms started and the accident happened

After that day the director of STYX knew they should strengthen the security and since Idia was too busy trying to built the android that could replace Ortho he ended up trying to come up with any other functional plan, deciding that maybe you could be of help along with creating the new security system, of course you weren't the first option after all you were here just because you suffered from an unfortunate accident but the thing attached to you had a great power and if you manage to get control over it you would be accepted as employee in STYX, being one of the only few mages that worked here, you didn't wanted to, it was too scary (as much as Mr Tail called you a coward that didn't make it less scary) but you accepted at the end, for Idia and Ortho, to prevent something like that to happen ever again

Even when you quickly regretted you decision since now you were working in one of the scariest places in the world as part of the security you still tried your best, and while Idia was insolated in his room you tried to become more brave and stronge, you wanted to be able to help him like he have helped you when you were to scared of this place

When he finally came out of his room you were the only one to support him over Ortho, maybe you didn't understood why he would do that but he was still your friend, so you stuck at his side, it took some time for you to go back to be the good friends you were before the accident but it happened, you two understood each others too well, prefering to stay in the safety of your rooms and understanding better than anyone else what was to lost Ortho back then, so you two quickly become family

And not only in that but now you two were stuck working in STYX, something that non of you really wanted but couldn't avoid it, even if he felt bad for not being able to be normal at least he wasn't alone in this, and even when he felt incredibly bad for being happy of having you in the same position as him Idia just couldn't help himself, so to make it up for it he took it in himself to help you feel more comfortable and happy here

Idia grow incredibly comfortable at your side over the years, being able to be his normal self at your side while also being always there for you when you needed him, as well as Ortho, after all the android was slowly improving over time and he recognized you as your childhood friend and family too! Idia even asked Ortho to look after you whenever you needed it, when he was busy with his work or whenever you were exhausted from yours (specially when you had to go in misions out of STYX quarters)

Even if you two have spend your entire lifes together he still find himself surprised by Mr Tail, as time passed this creature have grow more comfortable to present himself more often, but whenever he did normally was just to say not so kind things about you two and how coward you two were, he didn't liked him much but it wasn't like he could get away from him, after all he was attached to you (and you assure him that, despite his words he didn't meant to be mean, wich wasn't a lie but Mr Tail will never admit it)

Once he got accepted in Night Raven Collage he was a bit nervous, even if Ortho was accepted to be with him even during classes this would be the first time you two separate for so long (after all, if you had to go missions those never lasted too long), it would be better and even a bit comforting if you were accepted in the school too (wich is more likely to happen), still there is the posibility that you enter school with a year or two of diference, and if that happens he will be considerably sad but will make sure to be ready to help you get used in school when is your time to come, making sure Ortho help you get used to the campus

As his childhood friend he will hold you incredibly close to his heart, he would feel shy to say it but still he will find a moment to tell you how for him you are his family, and he wants to assure that you are happy and safe, as long as you two are stuck in this together he will make sure you can always count on him, he will make sure to don't make a mistaken as big or tragic as the last time, he won't lose you too

[effietrinket1619]

lanternfam tiktok chaos

So, by this point, everyone knows Hal has an ex that he's on frankly horrible terms with. but-

the video opens with Kyle and Hal in a legit screaming match, Jess is clearly filming from around the corner, and-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MARRIED HIM TWENTY-THREE TIMES?"

"WE WEREN'T LEGALLY MARRIED IN THOSE CORNERS, OKAY? IF I WANTED TO GET MARRIED ON MY HOME TURF, AND THEN HIS OLD STOMPING GROUNDS, AND THEN EVERYWHERE ELSE WE HAPPENED TO VISIT-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DATED HIS DAUGHTER, KYLE."

"TWENTY-THREE TIMES, HAL!"

"AND TWICE TO JOHN, BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME BRINGING THAT ONE UP EVERY OTHER TUESDAY!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AND JOHN GOT MARRIED?"

Jess ducks behind the corner again. there is never an explanation for this. ever.

i am HOWLING over this

The visuals focused while the audio bled in slowly, the cadence of a heated argument clear even if the words were anything but. Jess was giggling behind the camera as the debate reached new heights.

"--twenty-three times, Hal! What the hell were you two doing? Did the Guard--"

"Of course they knew, Kyle! This was before the law that forbade relationships, you idiot!"

Hal and Kyle, standing close together with their faces alight because of this entire debacle, were trading barbs with each other. Kyle in particular looked like he wanted nothing more than to throw Hal out of the window. "You got married to that asshole twenty-three times and you didn't think to tell us?"

Hal threw his hands up in the air. "You never asked!"

"Oh! Sorry then, I didn't realise I had to ask to know the sordid details of the great Hal Jordan's life! I'm asking now! What the hell is wrong with you?" Kyle bellowed.

Jess didn't think she'd quite seen Kyle this angry in her life. Then again, he was always full of surprises.

With a scowl, Hal grumbled, "You want the long answer or the short answer?"

"Long, obviously!"

"I..." Hal rubbed a frustrated hand over his face. "Okay. Listen, it was just diplomacy at first and then it kinda spiralled outta control so now we're here. Really, you're making a big deal of nothing. It's not like we're living together or anything."

"Yeah," Kyle hissed, "I'd sure hope so considering the guy tried to kill me!"

Waving a hand flippantly with a scowl, Hal said, "He's tried to kill all of us. You're being dramatic."

"I'm--" Kyle turned straight to Jess, eyes wild and radiating fury. "You're hearing this bullshit, right? Like, you're getting all of this too?"

Jess's thumbs up was visible for the camera, although the shaking made it extremely clear that she was just barely holding herself together for this. Hal groaned. "Can we please drop this? He's not exactly a great husband."

"Yeah. I can imagine, Hal." Kyle stopped short, looking a little unwell for a moment. "Oh God, I dated your stepdaughter."

Hal rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and that ended so well. Hypocrite."

"No!" Kyle jabbed a finger at Hal, pushing him back half a step with all of the audacity in the world. "No, you don't get to talk! I didn't marry her twenty-three times!"

"It wasn't a weird thing back then!" Hal said hotly. "We married each other all the time for diplomacy shit! I married John, like, twice!"

Kyle's voice cracked right down the middle. "John?"

"And Guy! We're all married to each other!"

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Kyle slumped into a chair. Jess was audibly losing it behind the camera, the screen shaking so violently the image was more or less ruined. "You...oh my God. You're in a fucking polycule."

"Sure. Whatever the hell that means."

Burying his face in his hands, Kyle gave a very distressed, very strangle sort of cry that sounded suspiciously close to a sob. "'Whatever that means,' he says. He's married to John and Guy and he doesn't give a shit. This entire time. This entire time, Hal?"

Hal, thoroughly over this, turned to Jess with incredulity written all over his face. "He's overreacting, right? Like, come on. I married a bunch of people back in the day."

Jess, almost entirely unable to choke out an answer through her genuine tears of laughter, responded with, "You--maybe you should've-should've told us?"

He crossed his arms, petulant. "Maybe you should learn how to ask first."

Kyle sobbed again.

[rubymariebutler]

✶ 𝟕𝟑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: american actress and model, y/n butler, takes vogue inside her beautiful palm springs home and answers 73 questions.

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

faceclaim: none, but yael shelbia to me

tags: age gap (23/33), priscilla actress!reader, marriage, kids, reader and austin are parents of a baby girl and a baby boy, mentions of other celebrities, reader is an elvis defender and a critic of priscilla, here reader and austin won their respective oscars for elvis, austin doesn't really appear here but he's mentioned all the time so

ruby notes: writing this was really fun for me. if you're a priscilla fan, this might not be to your liking, but if you read anyway, i hope you enjoy the reading. this is just reader being obsessed with austin, so maybe everyone will feel identified here lmao

"hey, y/n!" the cameraman greets you as soon as you open the thick wooden door of your palm springs home.

"hi." you greet him animatedly with a sweet smile, bowing your head in a friendly manner.

"i came here to ask you 73 questions very, very quickly."

you nod, stepping aside to let him inside. "okay. 73 questions is a lot, let's see how fast we can do this."

he walks through the door and the camera follows you as you walk naturally, dressed comfortably in a cool, loose-fitting dress. the living room, open, spacious and elegant, is the first thing the camera catches as you enter your home, but you avoid that area for now and the camera follows you into the kitchen.

"what did you do for the first 30 minutes of your day?"

an amused smile forms on your lips and, without stopping your steps, you look at the camera for a moment. "i stayed in bed, hugging my husband like a koala bear."

behind the camera, the cameraman smiles. "well, that sounds pretty comfortable. are all your mornings like that?"

"when neither of us has to work, yes."

"what gets you out of bed?"

"my kids. if they weren't there, i'd stay in bed with my husband for the rest of the day."

"what do you usually do on lazy days?" he asks you, moving a little away from you to circle the island.

"not leave the house. i just stay in bed, with my husband and kids."

"what's keeping you busy these days?"

"being a wife and mom." you reply, laughing. "that's a full-time job." you say as you head to the fridge to pull out a pitcher of cold water and pour into a glass.

"thank you." he says to you, across the marble island, as you set the glass of water down in front of him. "what's the most exciting thing in life right now?"

"being a wife and a mom." you laugh again.

"why did you and austin name your daughter alyssa?"

you open your mouth and smile, excited. "oh my god, i love this question." you squeal, excited. "well, i'm a huge fan of the universe of a song of ice and fire, and one of my favorite characters is princess alyssa targaryen. austin loved it, so we decided that would be our baby's name, even though he calls her lyssa."

"like lisa marie?"

you shake your head. "no. like lyssa drak."

"what's your favorite character from a song of ice and fire?"

"rhaenyra targaryen." you reply, putting the pitcher of water back in the fridge.

"we'll talk about your daughter." he says, to which you nod with a smile. "let's talk about your son now. his name is elvis, we all know why, but who decided on that name?"

you blink and take a breath, before answering. "it was a mutual decision, actually. we both liked that name and were fine with our son being called that, but it was lisa marie who started it all. before she passed away, we told her the news that i was pregnant again and she said she would love our son to be named after her father. and.... well, she didn't get to meet him, but i'm sure she would have loved him."

"elvis is a great name."

"it is." you reply, laughing and nodding.

"what's the movie you've worked on that you're most fond of?"

"i love all the movies i've worked on. oppenheimer and dune were amazing, but elvis will always have a special place in my heart." you approach him again, looking into the camera with a knowing smile. "i don't think i need to tell you why."

"surely not." he answers you, because no, you don't need to say anything, everyone knows why elvis is so special. "speaking of elvis, priscilla presley and sofia coppola wanted you to bring the king's wife back to life in her biopic. why didn't you?"

"creative differences." you answer flippantly, as if it was no big deal, even though it was at the time.

you had already read priscilla's book, and no, you weren't happy with all the lies written there, but it was reading the script for her movie that made you distance yourself; you wanted nothing to do with it.

"if you had played priscilla again, this time in her movie, do you think you could have won another oscar?"

"we'll never know." you say with a smile, shrugging.

"of all the roles you've played, which is your favorite?"

"cassiopeia." you answer immediately, without hesitation. cassiopeia, your character in dune 2, is your favorite, by far. "she's so sensual and mysterious and a girl boss. i love her."

"you have two movies coming out soon, but is there a new genre you'd like to work in or a character you'd like to play?"

"i want to do something horror." you clasp your hands together, interlocking your fingers. "i love horror, it's my favorite genre, and i'd really like to work on something like that."

"do you have any favorite horror movies?"

"talk to me and ready or not."

"i think you'd make a great scream queen."

you squeal excitedly, still smiling. "i think so too!"

"of the movies you're working on that are coming out, which one are you most looking forward to?"

"all of them." you start moving to get out of the kitchen. he circles the isle to follow you. "eddington and caught stealing are brilliant films and i'm excited for the world to be able to see and enjoy them. and i work on both with my husband, so that makes it even more exciting."

"what's the best thing about being married to someone who shares your profession?"

"understanding, probably. being inside the same world, we understand things and situations that a person outside of this job wouldn't be able to understand very easily."

"you're quite wise."

you smile at the camera, sweet and excited. "thank you, i learned that from my husband and pinterest." he laughs.

he laughs. "i read phrases on pinterest too and use them to give advice, so i'm not gonna judge you. other than elvis, you and austin have worked together on four movies. how easy is that?"

"actually, it makes everything easier." you respond with a smile. the camera follows you as you walk into the living room and sit on the big L-shaped couch. "for everything. i mean, putting aside that all of our characters are romantically related and our chemistry is natural, it's... the presence of each other, you know... just knowing that austin is there, it makes me feel comfortable and safe. working with him makes everything easier, in every way."

"how does it feel to have so much chemistry with your husband, that directors ask to have them in their movies together?"

you feel your cheeks warm, and you don't have to look in the mirror to know you're blushing. "well, it's certainly very flattering."

"we know you're a big fan of lana del rey. what are your top 5 favorite songs?"

"mmm..." you hum, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before looking back at the camera. "young and beautiful, cinnamon girl, video games, million dollar man and religion."

"best concert you've ever been to?"

"blackpink at l.a in 2023."

"and if you had to pick one girl from blackpink, who would it be?"

"rosé."

"best song to sing in the shower?"

"stay a little longer by rosé."

"beautiful house, by the way. what's your favorite thing about it?"

"living in it." you answer his question simply, standing up to walk over to the vinyl shelf, with a record player located just below it.

"well, woah, that sure is a great vinyl collection."

"do you like it?" you ask him with a smile, pulling out an elvis vinyl.

"it's awesome. what's your favorite elvis song?"

"can't help falling in love." you reply, putting the record on the turntable. "it's a very special song to austin and me, so it's my number one."

"would you mind telling us a little bit more about it?"

"it was the song that was playing when we first kissed, and austin always sings it for me there." you point to the piano located in the middle of the living room.

"that's very romantic."

"it is." you reply, stepping through the large transparent doors that lead to the garden.

"where did you grow up?"

"brooklyn. i was born and raised there, until i was 17."

"what's the most american thing about you?"

"probably that my favorite food is pizza." you laugh, frowning, as you walk past the side of the pool. "it's the least american thing, but it's the most american thing about me."

"you could eat pizza every day for the rest of your life?"

"absolutely."

"what would be the perfect date for you?"

"dinner here." you reply, gesturing around you as you sit in one of the armchairs located in the garden.

"that's it?"

"believe it or not, yes. i'm not a high maintenance woman. of course, there has to be good wine."

"your husband is austin butler."

a proud smile tugs at your lips. "yeah, he is."

"what's one thing people don't know about him?"

"he loves making paper roses with alyssa."

"well, isn't that sweet? for those who don't know, how did you guys meet?"

"we met in 2019, thanks to elvis. he had been cast to play elvis presley and i was cast to play priscilla, his wife."

"we know that elvis was complicated for both of you for certain reasons. have you and austin moved on from that situation?"

that situation. well, it was certainly very difficult; of all the cases of actors being consumed by their roles, you didn't think you and austin would be added to the list. but you were, and it was hell. your countenance changes for a moment, but you immediately smile again.

"we're still working on it, but we're doing much better." is all you say.

"are there any habits of his that you've picked up?"

you purse your lips. "sleep with a watch on my wrist."

"did he pick up any habits from you?"

you let out a laugh. "no."

"who cooks at home?"

you don't respond verbally, but point to yourself.

"you like to cook, then?"

"i love it." you respond with a smile, nodding. "when i was a kid, i remember always hanging out in the kitchen, helping mom with the food because i was genuinely interested and really liked it. so yeah, i'm the one who cooks. austin cooks pretty well, too, but whenever he tries to help, i tell him to get out of my kitchen."

"if you weren't an actress, what would you be?"

"chef."

"i think you'd be a great chef."

"would you go to my restaurant?" this time you ask.

"all the time."

"you should come over for dinner one of these days, you know?"

"i'd be delighted."

you wrinkle your nose. "this video is going to be long because of me, isn't it?"

"we like listening to you, to be honest, so it's okay. what's the best thing about being a mom?"

"my kids."

"what's the best thing about being a wife?"

"my husband." you answer, laughing. you don't need to specify anything; the best thing about being a wife and mom are literally the reasons you are a wife and mom. you love your babies and you love austin, so you doubt there's much more to say.

"you became a mom very young, you were eighteen. how hard was that?"

"mmm..." you hum thoughtfully, pursing your lips as you stare at the lawn. "i'd say it was about as hard as a pregnancy usually is. i don't think my age made things harder, my pregnancy was normal, just like the second one, and austin was by my side the whole time, every step of the way, so, in fact, i think it was even easier than it could be."

you avoid mentioning that yes, it was complicated, but not for the reasons people would think, but that you were both confused and fucked up in the head and elvis was there. and yes, austin calls your daughter lyssa, but not because of some stupid comic book character. people don't have to find out, anyway, so who cares.

"are you and austin planning on having more kids or do you want to stop at two?"

you shake your head, smiling slightly sweetly. "we want more." you tell him, remembering all the times austin has told you he wants more babies, and god, you love seeing him with your babies in his arms, so there's no way you're denying him more children.

"marvel or dc?"

"marvel."

"what's your favorite marvel character?"

"spider-man." you shrug. "is there another option? i don't think so."

"favorite fictional couple?"

"ed and lorraine warren." you answer immediately, a smile inevitably tugging at your lips. "god, they're beautiful, i really love them. for me, the spell is romance movies and i'm happy thinking this way."

"who's the most fashionable woman that you know?"

"rosé." you reply, smiling again.

"you've been a frequent guest at the met gala since 2022. of all the ones you've attended, which would be your favorite?"

"2022, because austin was there."

"as a saint laurent ambassador, what do you like most about this brand?"

"the elegance. it's such a natural elegance and so fresh, i think it's become a characteristic of saint laurent."

"heels or sneakers?"

"heels."

"what's the accessory you can't leave the house without?"

you don't answer verbally. instead, you show your hand to the camera and wiggle your fingers, letting the camera focus on your wedding ring.

"who's the most fashionable man that you know?"

"my man." you laugh as you answer the question. "it's not just that he dresses well, but that he really takes the time to decide what to wear. i like that about him. we're so alike in that way."

"who is the person you admire the most?"

"my husband."

"what do you admire most about your husband?"

"everything." you answer simply, shrugging your shoulders. "his intelligence, his wisdom, his patience, his patience, his perseverance, his perseverance, his determination, his determination, his talent, his empathy, his vision for everything and everyone... i could go on and on." you wave your hand, laughing.

"well, that's a long list." he laughs. "is there anything you've learned from austin in all the years you've been together?"

"everything, i think. everything i know, he's taught me." you blink, remembering, and shrug as you continue talking. "one of the things i love most about austin, is that when i make a mistake, any kind, or do something wrong or don't achieve what i wanted, he just sits me down with him or hugs me and comforts me, you know...he tells me it's okay, that it's just a mistake, that he's proud of me and he always finds solutions for everything and helps me, in everything. he's a dream."

"ah! you two are really lovely, no wonder why you're one of hollywood's most loved couples. is there any activity you like to do together?"

"reading." you give him a tight-mouthed smile, remembering all the books you've read and finished thanks to this little habit you both picked up. "we both love to read, and we especially like to do it before bed. it's like a little routine we have."

"do you have a favorite book that you both enjoy reading?"

"austin doesn't have any favorites, but we both love to read 1984 and the odyssey."

"what's your favorite book?"

"right now? fire and blood. it really has nothing to do with the books austin and i read." you laugh. "it's totally different, but it works for me. i like it, it's my favorite."

"do you like reading fantasy a lot?"

you tilt your head, looking at the camera. "i prefer to read horror, to be honest, but when i read a fantasy book, that book becomes my new obsession."

"is there a book you carry everywhere you go?"

"not physically, but i have a lot of books downloaded on my phone, so yes; right now i'm rereading fire and blood for the third time."

"oh, wow!" he exclaims, making you laugh with flushed cheeks. "your obsession is serious, i see."

"my obsession with something only goes away when i become obsessed with something else. of course, that doesn't apply to my husband.

"you and austin look very exercised. do you work out together?"

you nod at his question. you and austin work out together every day, him doing his routines and you doing yours; when you're not working, of course. sometimes you spend weeks apart and have to do your respective routines without each other's presence, which frankly you find depressing. it's not the same working out alone, as it is with austin; watching him, seeing his body, watching his hands, his muscles flex, and always ending up fucking in the shower.

"usually, yes." you smile, remembering how especially rough he is when he fucks you after working out. "we work out together."

"what's your favorite exercise?"

"pilates." you say immediately.

"we know you also do ballet. do you like it?"

"i love ballet."

"since when do you do ballet?"

you squint your eyes, remembering. "mmm... since i was a baby. i was 3 or 4 years old when i started going to ballet classes, and i haven't stopped since."

"would you have liked to be a professional dancer? you know, perform in theaters."

"no." your quick answer makes them both laugh. "but maybe you'll see me being a dancer in some movie, who knows?" you shrug. "maybe a possessed dancer."

"i'd love to see that, and i'm sure your fans would too. if you could travel back in time, what year would you go to?"

"none. i'm doing just fine here."

"who is your biggest inspiration?"

"my husband."

"who's your favorite actor?"

"my husband." you answer again, laughing. by this point, you feel like you're talking more about austin, than anything else. not that it bothers you, anyway. austin is and always will be your favorite topic of conversation.

"who's your favorite actress?"

"natalie portman, probably. i loved her in black swan."

"for you, who is hollywood's most iconic couple?"

you wrinkle your nose, looking at him instead of the camera. "shit, that's too hard. i have no idea." you end up laughing.

"if you could give an oscar nomination to a person who has not been nominated for an oscar, who would it be?"

"margaret qualley." you answer immediately, without a second's hesitation.

"wow, that was fast."

a light chuckle erupts from your throat and you throw your head back, laughing. "i know, i think i've been waiting for that question my whole life."

"if you could give the oscar to someone who was already nominated, but didn't win, who would it be?"

"demi moore."

he laughs. "i see you have your thoughts straight."

"i mean, demi deserved that oscar, you know? mikey too, she's a very talented woman, but demi has my heart. i loved her in the substance and, overall, i think she's such a talented and poised actress. it's a shame. but i'm sure her time will come. it was mikey's turn this time, she was exceptional in annora."

"and lastly, possibly the most important question." he pulls back a little so the camera catches your outfit; an elegant loose-fitting dress that doesn't highlight your curves or show off your stomach. "there are a lot of rumors that you're pregnant. is it true?"

you smile broadly, letting out a slight nasal giggle. you run your hands across your stomach, clinging your dress to your body, revealing a slight curve in your belly, a tiny baby bump.

"do i look like i am?"

oh, the fans will go crazy.

[strawberryasbestos]

The quirk apprehension test was... weird? Right?

The more and more you go over the quirk apprehension test the more you notice how it... doesn't actually apprehend anyone's quirks. At all. Especially when compared to the Training Camp Arc that's specifically built around improving and, yknow, apprehending the strengths, weaknesses and limitations of everyone's individual quirks.

As one of the first high-stakes events at UA the quirk apprehension test isn't there to actually evaluate or rank the class' quirks, but to create a moment of tension and anxiety for Deku's future as a hero, and to highlight how much work he has ahead of him to keep pace with his classmates. Sure, okay, cool.

EXCEPT! THE! SCORES! MAKE! NO! SENSE!!!

( Yes okay I understand the point for the test wasn't to actually properly reflect the specific skill-sets of class 1-A, I know this. But. )

Not only does the test severely limit their ability to show off what their quirks can actually do, but for a lot of them they're just... totally incompatible. Sure, some of them have been training a long time before UA, so they should have high scores anyway, and yeah some of them have quirks that naturally lend themselves to getting high scores in these areas. Sure! But!

But.

Deku should not have been in 20th. At all. There's plenty of people who did little-to-no training before UA, have quirks that don't have the kind of physicality that's helpful in these circumstances, and in a lot of ways would actively hinder them!

For many, unless you choose to sabotage your competitors, which would get you a higher score by comparison but utterly wreck the idea of teamwork and untiy, their quirks are either totally irrelevant to the task or actively detrimental. I don't say this to shit on any of the characters, just to point out that:

1. The test set up is bogus (and I'm astounded that Aizawa would set up something that's so biased against non-physical quirks, when his own would be totally useless without choosing to sabotage others)

2. Deku was active, fit, in good shape, and more than capable of getting above-average scores on almost all categories without using OFA

3. Compared to some other members of the class who had either detrimental or non-physical quirks, and also did very little physical training, he SHOULD have ranked higher than 20th at the BARE MINIMUM

So, having spent a good while talking it over with @chilchucks-timbs we created an in depth chart ranking the 1A students in each of the 8 listed tests, using the (very VERY few) recorded canon scores and common sense and logic to fill in the gaps.

Below is a chart of the final scores:

Left: Our final top 20 ranking, with scores across all 8 tests tallied and organised lowest to highest (think golf rules)

Center: The same top 20, but this time colour matched to the canon rankings, and accompanied by averages

Right: The canon top 20, colour coded

We tallied the final marks only after going through each physical test one by one and debating the outcomes individually.

Below is a breakdown of each of the rankings for all 8 physical tests:

Most of our choices were based on 2 questions we applied to very category: who would be able to apply their quirk the best in this scenario, and who would perform/be hindered by their quirks the worst. Working from there, we filled in the blanks.

The biggest conclusions we drew are:

While he's shown to struggle with flexibility, Deku has proven over and over during his training montage that he's fit, active, strong, exercises to excess, and can certainly maintain a long distance run. Steadily ranking around the halfway mark of the class by topping those who can't apply their quirks to the task, combined with second place in the ball throw, there's no CHANCE he would end up in 20th place. Free my boy he did a good job he didn't deserve that.

Yaoyorozu really has the most versatile quirk that's applicable to ANY situation and she absolutely deserves to retain her 1st place position.

Asui achieving only 13th place in the canon ranking is baffling. BAFFLING. Her quirk is entirely physical and lends itself utterly to these speicifc types of tests. 13th??? THIRTEENTH??!??! When her entire quirk is hopping jumping moving??? Madness. Absolutely madness.

Bakugo maintains 3rd place either way because he really is That Bitch

Using Todoroki as an example, I think Horikoshi built his final ranking based on vibes and based on quirks. By looking at the canon ranking versus ours, I think it's quite clear that he rated them based on his own perception of their quirk strength as a whole within the context of the entire story - not how they would perform in this specific circumstance. Todoroki, who at this point, while highly trained, is still refusing to use his fire and can't actually use just his ice for very much of these tests. Side steps? Seated toe-touch?? What could ice from one half of his body POSSIBLY add to those scores? Enough to bring him to 2nd place? Not on your life

Iida stays in 4th place, all-rounder king and legend

Ashido is a similar case to Asui - how can someone with such a physically-focused quirk AND a canonically physical lifestyle rank in at 9th? Even then, her agility and speed can only take her so far HOW did she overtake Asui in the final canon ranking? How could acid possibly trump frog in jumping or side stepping?

Horikoshi has a very clear bias towards strength-type quirks that (excluding Asui) dominates among males students. Characters who are larger, stronger, an have bigger builds are ranking higher in these tests DESPITE the fact that, for a lot of them, they'd either be hindered (seated toe-touch if they're too stocky to have much flexibility, the long-distance run in their larger builds work against their stamina and endurance, etc.). Being strong doesn't make you fast, or agile, or flexible, and a lot of them shouldn't be as highly ranked as they are when other quirks are more applicable in those circumstances.

Sad to say but Koda is ranking 20th overall. Koda's quirk doesn't lend itself to ANY of these tests (unless he chose to summon animals to actively detract from his classmates scores to bring his own up by comparison) and his quirk has given him a stocky, heavy, inflexible build that would hinder him greatly in any of the tests that need speed, agility and flexibility. Despite doing well in some tests, overall his quirk wasn't able to help him AT ALL in any of these tests, and by comparison he's sunk to 20th in the end.

While there really aren't enough girls actually in the class (the first red flag) to be able to draw a clear conclusion on the final canon rankings having an extreme gender bias, I've still included a gendered breakdown because you can see just how clearly and aggressively Asui and Mina were nerfed for absolutely no logical reason.

Most of the tests' 20th place were between Koda and Mineta, based on how their physical builds would work against them in different tests (Koda would have more physical reach for jumping, running, etc. than Mineta's absurdly short build, and Koda's stockiness and inflexibility would hinder him). I know we all love to put Mineta in last place overall, but unfortunately he did absolutely kill the repeated side steps and there's no arguing with it, and despite coming in 20th more than anyone else, one 1st place score is enough to drag him out of 20th overall. (Which, again, further reinforces our argument that Deku never should have been in 20th place after managing to snag a 2nd place score in just one of these tests, even if he did perform poorly in all other physical tests. Which he didn't. At all.)

One last time, I'd really like to reiterate that these apprehension tests are straight up unfair to those without physical quirks. Koda, Jirou, Hakagure and Kaminari specifically cannot use their quirks to physically agment their own body or their movement in any way - even if they're incredibly valuable in the contexts of a physical fight, espionage, or search and rescue work. Jirou and Kaminari in particular likely did well at the entrance exam against robots, while Koda and Hakagure could do excellent work in the future as underground and search and rescue heroes. I simply cannot believe that Aizawa would use this as a useful measurement of these kids' quirks and abilities.

You cannot seriously try and convince me that DEKU has poorer running endurance, grip strength, etc. than his classmates that DON'T have physically augmented quirks, after spending months proving it to us through his intense training regimen. Mineta? Hakagure? Jirou? Kaminari? Aoyama?? You think he has a weaker grip strength than foppish waifish fancyboy Aoyama?? After dragging around piles of scrap by HAND?!? MADNESS. Madness. Even if he didn't score as well as we think he would, coming out on top of those guys (which he UNQUESTIONABLY would) combined with a 2nd place ball throw score he CAN'T place 20th overall. That's! That's not how numbers work! It just doesn't work like that!!!!

Someone could absolutely argue that Aizawa put the test together to see who puts in the physical effort to improve themselves outside of their quirk as well as being able to use it creatively - but honestly I don't buy it. At the end of the day, I know this was just a plot point to further Deku's motivation and contrast his own power level compared to his peers, and I know its not that serious, but we really enjoyed trying to fugure out how it would all shake out if the quirk apprehension tests were given some more realistic thoughts.

If you disagree with any of the rankings do feel free to comment, I think a lot of us probably have different ideas on how someone might creatively apply 1A's quirks in this scenario, and I'm hardly about to declare myself the final authority on the topic.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU WANT ME TO TEACH YOU?"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH BUCKY

I hope you like it! 🖤😩😊

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

You had nowhere else to go, so you decided to call your best friend.

Bucky answered on the second ring.

"Hey, doll," he greeted. "Is everything okay?"

"No," you sobbed, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your shirt. "Remember I told you I had a date today? Well, the guy was an idiot."

"I'm going to kill him," the soldier growled on the other end of the line. "Where are you?"

"Can I come to your house?" you asked between sobs. "I don't know where else to go. I need…"

"Of course you can come, honey. My door's always open for you," he said. "Don't hang up until you get there."

"Okay," you nodded, catching sight of the door.

You hung up as soon as you got there, and before you could ring the bell, Bucky had already opened it.

The sight of you in your gorgeous white t-shirt and blue pants, your straight hair falling to either side of your face, and your makeup smeared from all the crying, made him want to kill the bastard who did that to you even more than before.

"Oh, baby," he whispered. "Come here," he murmured, pulling you against his chest in a hug that he hoped would be comforting

"I'm so sorry I showed up so unexpectedly, Buck," you stammered as he ran his metal hand through your hair to calm you. "I feel like I'm bothering everyone lately."

"Well, it's not like that," he assured you, pulling away from you and gesturing toward the living room couch. "Sit down, you'll feel much better."

He was right.

Within a few seconds, you felt more comfortable being in the quiet environment of his house and in his presence.

He rested his elbows on his knees, looking at you steadily.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" "He asked softly. You nodded slowly.

"I… I met him on a dating app, and… well… he was really nice and nice to me," you recounted. "We spent a month talking until he asked me why we didn't meet up in person." You clenched your hands until your knuckles turned white. "When he saw me, he said I looked nothing like the mental image he had of me. He said…" You swallowed hard as Bucky listened patiently. "He expected me to be submissive, and I'm not, so I thought you…" You blushed. "Maybe you could teach me?"

"You don't have to pretend to be something you're not to get anyone to like you, princess," Bucky whispered, flashing a lopsided smile. "You're perfect just the way you are."

"I know," you blurted out, smug, making him laugh. "I still want to learn, and since you have," you cleared your throat, "more years of experience, well…"

"Did you just call me old?" "He said, and you shrugged.

"Not to be a killjoy, but you're 110, Buck. You're WAY too old." You laughed. He rolled his eyes, his smile widening.

"Okay, doll. I'll teach you, but first, I have to ask you. Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of the situation or anything, because I'm not."

"I know you're not, Buck," you whispered, looking him straight in the eyes. "I want to."

"Shit, baby, you're going to fucking kill me," he growled, making you press your lips together tightly. "You want me to teach you how to be a good girl for Daddy? Is that what you want?"

"Yes," you murmured, entranced by him and his words. "I want all of you, Buck."

"If you keep this up, this is going to be over too soon," he said, closing his metallic hand around your throat, not applying any pressure, only making you feel the cold vibranium against your collarbone. "My girl," he growled. "My GOOD girl," he pointed out, making you gasp. "If you only knew how many times I've wanted to have you right here, at my mercy, with your shining eyes fixed on mine and my hand around your throat."

"Bucky… please…" you begged. He gently pulled you a little closer to him.

"Tell me what you need, doll," he whispered. "Say it, and I'll give it to you," he murmured. "Although if I'm going to show you properly, we have to go to your bedroom," he said, holding his hand in yours. His room was modest, painted in shades of gray and black.

A large mirror placed opposite the bed made you imagine certain things that didn't help your nerves disappear.

He wasted no time, positioning himself on top of you to kiss your lips, slowly at first, then faster as you gained confidence.

You held onto his shoulders as he kissed you. You felt his hands everywhere: on your face, on your waist, and between your… wait a minute. What was he…?

The moan that escaped your lips when he inserted the index finger of his metallic hand inside you was probably the most erotic thing you'd ever heard, along with the gasp he let out when he did so.

"You're soaked, doll," he whispered. "I can feel you clenching around me, you're…" he blurted, starting to make circular movements little by little, making you lose your mind. "That guy had no fucking idea what he was talking about. You're fucking perfect."

He leaned closer to your ear to whisper.

"This is the part where you beg, baby. The part where you say, "Yes, Daddy, I want your cock," or "Yes, Daddy, I want another one of your fingers inside me."

"I need your cock, please, Daddy," you blurted out desperately, making him smile. "Please…"

"That's it," he praised, placing a kiss on your earlobe. "Good girl."

That night, Bucky made sure you felt loved and satisfied in every way.

The hickeys on your neck the next morning, along with the pleasant ache between your legs, were proof of that.

[eth4n-offlin3]

What if? - Scar was found by cientist's in TCD, leading him to Japan, where he could start a new life Or Grian is surprised by a new student.

Hell.

That's a great definition for how his life had turned out in such a short time. And it had all just started with an incident that wasn't even his fault, it was wonderful to know that, in an ironic way, of course. Honestly, he hated knowing that he was practically trapped in that city, he was a minor and he couldn't go back alone, he actually could, but if Sam found out about it… It wouldn't be pretty for him.

He told his brothers everything, he was always like that, he was communicative about his things, but S@m almost finding out about that made him freak out, he couldn't risk so much. T̶a̶u̶r̶t̶i̶s̶    Grian walked through the school corridors without trying to think too much about his current situation. Sam and Yuki walked behind him, talking animatedly as if it were just another ordinary day. It wasn't such a long walk until they reached the classroom. Grian let out a low sigh as he walked to his desk.

Another day, he hoped he wouldn't make it out alive this time.

But, unlike his boring Monday routine, the teacher didn't start the subject immediately, which made Grian and the other students confused about everything, but, suddenly, a tall student was at the door of the room, his nervous expression and extremely tidy uniform showed him the obvious. A new student. The new student was a little unusual for that class, not to say anything bad, of course, but compared to them he was... Normal, honestly. His main feature was gentle. He had several, no, many scars on his body. His hair was brown and a little long, below his shoulders, but he had an awkward bun behind his head, holding the rest of his hair, his eyes were green, they looked like pure emeralds, not those fake ones that are sold in cheap ring stores, he waited for the teacher to ask him to come in, which didn't take long for the teacher to give the command. He entered the room, silence prevailed for a few seconds, and the teacher just started, the usual tired tone making itself present, while he just gave some instructions alone to the student, before speaking to the entire room, Grian's wings moved curiously, but Sam just held it for a few seconds, transmitting the message for him to stop this nonsense with his wings, fear, taking over the body of the shorter one just shrank his wings, paying attention to the teacher who was trying to get the class's attention, which he consequently succeeded in doing. — “Attention everyone…” - The teacher said, seeing the room go silent, a slightly satisfied smile forming on his face, knowing that room that, honestly, did not stop for even a second, that was a somewhat rare event. - “We have a new student, he came from far away, from the United States. Please treat him well and with respect, now, introduce yourself, please.” The new student seemed nervous about such an idea, but he took a deep breath before he started speaking. His tone was low at first, but he just spoke again, this time making sure the whole class could hear him. 

— “Uh.. My name is Scar, as the teacher said, I come from America.. I'm an exchange student and I'm still learning Japanese..” - The elf said, observing the room, remembering what he learned, leaning forward, speaking again to the class - “I hope to have a good relationship with everyone here.” Then he stood up again, this time looking at the floor, the shame clear on his face, but the teacher just called him, pointing to where the boy would sit, pointing to the place right behind me, and soon, he said, apparently, my luck wasn't so good. 

— “That's Grian over there, and right in his back, there’s a sit, you can stay there, right after class, Grian, could you show Scar the school please? Along with Sam, since you two are so inseparable” - The teacher laughed lightly, but Scar just went to his place, sitting down and picking up his material, I watched him for a few seconds, but soon I turned to Sam, who was watching Scar with a look that, honestly, I knew very well. Maybe the new student wasn't so lucky after all...

The class went by incredibly faster than I expected, and so, Sam and I had to show Scar around the school, something that didn't excite me, but with no choice, we both took Scar to some places in the school, showing him around, because let's be honest, we didn't want to go back to class.

We were formed in a horizontal row, Sam was in the middle, his arm around Scar, while I was on the side, showing him around the school and telling him some details, and with that, some school rules and which ones you couldn't break and some that not even the principal cared about anymore. But then, the rabbit hybrid released the elf. We were in a less busy part where there weren't many employees, the old gym that was no longer used, because of the rabbit hybrid himself. I knew that place very well. Scar looked at Sam confused, but soon, he asked in a confused tone. As he asked his question, Sam approached me, standing next to me. A sadistic and sincerely crazy smile painted his face. Gods, how I hate that smile. 

— “So, is this the end of the tour?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice, but Sam just laughed and fiddled with his school shirt, taking out his knife, a gift from his girlfriend, also crazy. Then, I felt the cold metal on my neck, but it wasn't the rabbit, it was his girlfriend herself. She covered my mouth so that no abrupt sound, like a scream, would come out of my throat. It was a scheme. They were going to hurt the new student. — “You know, Scar…” - Sam began, slowly approaching the new student, who was still looking confused, but seriousness took over his curious eyes, I wanted to scream, tell them not to do that, not to someone who had just arrived, it would be the same story that happened to me. - “You seem like a nice person!.. But we have to give you a proper welcome.”

And then, he pointed the knife at the elf’s neck, that was it, he would die in front of me just like Taurtis went into a coma in front of me, the story would keep repeating itself. But, Scar’s eyes showed no fear, his breathing was light, furtive, he laughed lightly, I was confused, why would anyone laugh in a situation like this? — “You should know who you’re messing with, bunny.” - The elf said, everything happened too fast, but the next thing I knew, Sam was on the floor, and the knife was in Scar’s hands, he was twirling it between his fingers, playing with the dangerous object, the strength Yuki was holding me was slowly decreasing, the shock of it was clear, the new student prepared himself, seeing Sam get up, preparing to fight, Scar, on the other hand, just smiled, dropping the knife on the floor, making the metal make a light noise that echoed in that old gym, and Yuki moved away, still holding me so that I wouldn’t do anything, but I was prepared in case I had to go help her boyfriend.

And then, the fight began, Scar was precise in his blows, as if he had done it a thousand times before, it was the first time I had seen Sam scared, he was scared of the newbie. Grian was surprised by all of that, but his conscience knew that right after all that, Sam would take out his anger on him. Watching that fight didn't make me scared anymore, but unfortunately, Scar ended up letting Sam get his knife again, and despair appeared in his eyes for a few moments, but he just took a deep breath, and prepared himself again. Sam tried to hit Scar, well, he tried, because all his attempts were failures, so he made a sign, a sign calling someone. And Yuki, seeing this, ended up letting go of me, running towards them. I wasn't fast enough to be able to hold her, but I knew what they would do. I wanted to help, but I was weak, I had no way to defend Scar, but I could use the things there. I looked around, looking for something that could help the elf, but that gym didn't contain anything. Damn, how could he help Scar in such a way??

Then, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Yuki approached behind Scar, who didn't notice her, and then, the knife hit him, near his lower ribs. The knife, still in the new wound, was moved to the right, making a deep and bloody cut. The tears that were in my eyes now came out, not blood. Please.I just got closer, while Scar was now on his knees, taking deep breaths to try to distract himself from the pain, but it didn't seem to work, as I got closer, Sam ended up pulling me, the cynical smile on his face as he now said to Scar, the bell, ringing at the end of his speech, showing that we were out of the room for an entire class.

— “Maybe you, Scar, should learn not to mess with me, right, Taurtis?” - He asked me, scared, I just agreed, still watching the new student, then, Sam pulled me towards the exit, but I couldn't leave the new student alone, I had to have an excuse, fast.

— “I uhm.. I missed something here! I'll go right after you...” - He said. Sam looked at me for a few seconds, but soon shrugged and held his girlfriend's hand, heading towards the exit while they talked about what they did, as if it was the most normal thing of all. I waited for them to leave, glancing at Scar, seeing him trying to cover the wound, but failing, he just looked at me, his tone sounding low, but through the empty place, his voice echoed slightly, but he didn't seem to mind. — “I.. Hate to do this, but can you help me? I'll give you the necessary instructions, I just.. Need help.” - He said, then I crouched down beside him, looking at the wound, looking at Scar for a few seconds, it took a while for him to realize my expression, which was at least worried, while tears came out of my eyes, then he just added, nervousness taking over his voice - “I'm going to a hospital later! I just don't want anyone to see right now and- sorry for all this, uh.. Grian! That's it, Grian.”

You know, his name always came after some kind of insult or lecture, comparison and negative things, he liked his name, his brothers, the only ones who didn't call him negative things, but still, it was loaded with pain most of the time, the times he told what happened, what Sam did and how he just wanted to go back home. But this time, it wasn't loaded with any of those things, it was for an apology. Something he wasn't used to receiving anymore, he always apologized, but they never did it to him, hearing Scar say his name brought him a good feeling. Maybe, he really could have a friend But he shouldn't focus on that, not now. Scar called his name again, and he now paid attention, waiting for instructions, which he did immediately, just making a bandage. Scar was strangely good at it, but could it be because of his scars, maybe? Well, he didn't know exactly, but he wouldn't ask him about his scars, it would be rude to do so. After finishing the bandage, the other just stood up, looking at the blood on the floor, letting out a loud sigh, but he just watched my bloody hands. I just stood up, trying not to pay too much attention to it, it brought back bad memories. 

Then, he did something I didn't expect, he carefully held my wrist, walking out of the place, with some difficulty, but being able to walk was fine for him. He stealthily walked to the men's bathroom, only taking me to the sinks, then speaking to me again

— “I didn't expect my day to be so welcoming...” he said, laughing lightly. “But if he comes to try to hurt me again, I won't hold back.” — “Were you.. holding back?” - I ask, washing my hands, watching the blood slowly come out of them, I was impressed, he hurt Sam easily, and he didn’t even look in pain! Was he from some kind of gang in the United States? 

— “Well, let’s say yes. But, if I had a gun, it would be just a single shot to his head, and boom! Problem solved.” - He said, naturally, I just turn off the sink, looking at him scared, he just looks at me, nervous, his laugh sounding also nervous as he tries to explain himself - “uh- sorry, force of habit I shouldn’t have said that, but not that I have a gun, of course! If not I wouldn’t have even entered the school and heavens, that would be crazy… Sorry” 

Seeing his nervousness made me laugh slightly, but he had probably been trained by someone, some kind of Yakusa or something, because in Japan, only they have access to weapons. So, it would be the most logical option, but I just say, the tone this time calmer than when we first met, the tears had already stopped, and now, a light smile took over my face — “Don’t worry, honestly, I’ve heard worse. Now come on, I don’t want to miss recess by staying in the bathroom, Sam would get mad at me.” - I say, just leaving the bathroom, Scar right behind me, but soon standing next to me, starting to talk to me, he talked a lot, but that didn’t bother me, I always preferred to listen to others, anyway. 

You know, maybe that wasn’t real hell, and this time, I have a new friend.

[tetrapaec]

Different anon as before, but please tell us about them giving birth! Dan's birthing style vs. Phil's, what you think one would be doing while the other was giving birth, any other thoughts you might have

Let's gooo! It's long af and i wrote this in one go, I'm sorry no beta.

Dan :

I think his pregnancy was meticulously planned. He had been off birth control for a few months, he was eating healthy and taking acid folic pills to make sure his womb was ready for life.

It took only a few tries!

His pregnancy was a bit chaotic because he kept fainting, worrying the hell out of Phil. He stopped exercising in the second trimester and he felt better. His doctor told him not to stay up for longs periods of time.

He got his first contraction before bed. He kept it to himself not to worry Phil, he laboured quietly in bed with Phil snoring next to him. He couldn't sleep so he read articles and watch Youtube videos about birth experiences, so excited to meet his baby. Around 5 in the morning, the pain was getting too hard on him, he could feel pressure on his pelvic floor. He woke Phil up and they called a car to the hospital. His bag had been ready for months now, he grabbed his headset and listened to quiet music.

He had a birthing plan to follow. Nothing went to plan.

His water broke in the car, he cried and appologised to the Uber driver. The pain was too much and he threw up in the car as well. He screamed at Phil that they should have taken an ambulance, Phil reminded him it was Dan's idea.

They left the car in a hurry, Dan dripping onto the hospital floor and they realised they forgot the bag in the car. Dan started crying again as the contraction kept getting closer and harder. The doctor rushed to him with a flock of nurses and midwives. They were very nice to him, Dan kept insulting them for every little thing.

He didn't want pain medication, it wasn't in his plan. Phil kept insiting he should take it and he kept snapping. Phil was supposed to be his pain relief, they had practised acupressure at phome... But now Phil seemed unable to remember where to press, what to hold, it only annoyed Dan further. Phil was getting mad at Dan for snapping at him all the time, Dan kept screaming at everyone that they're incompetent, he tried to leave three times. It was a funny sight to Phil, Dan in a large t-shirt, buttass naked, screaming like a mad man.

The nurses seemed unfased by it all, they kept suggesting an epidural to stop the pain, Dan was too stubborn to accept. He asked everyone to leave him alone. He got on all four and started labouring on his own, Phil in the corner of the room, not allowed to touch him or go near him. A single breath out of place was enough to trigger Dan. The sounds that came out of Dan's mouth could be mistaken for those of a cow, he kept letting out loud moans whenever he could feel a contraction coming.

'My body only gives me pain it can endure'

He kept repeating this outloud like a mantra. Between contractions, he finally asked Phil to hold his hands. The doctor came in and told him he was fully dilated after seven hours of active labour. He should be ready to push as soon as he felt a pressure he couldn't control.

Dan endured one more hour on all fours before finally feeling like he needed to push. He asked for no one around him, he felt each wave, with only a few seconds to rest between them. He pushed each time, listening to the midwives and the doctor until finally, the pressure was gone, the pain was gone. His arms started shaking and he sighed in relief. He waited to hear the baby wail, the seconds were too slow, the midwives were talking about one last push for the placenta and he felt it come out like a big bloodclot.

Finally the baby cried, the doctor gave the birth time. Dan let out a sob at the noise. He turned around and sat on his foam mattress on the floor and saw Phil with a pair of scissors, blood on his glasses and tears in his eyes. Dan removed his shirt and laid down naked. The baby was placed on his chest, a blanket on top of both of them. The doctor told Dan he didn't tear and the baby was healthy.

Phil :

Unplanned birth, Phil was on birth control or so he thought. They decided to keep it anyway. Phil didn't really realise he was pregnant until the end of the first trimester so it was too late for a phabortion, and even late in his second trimester, he didn't really understand what was happening to him. He didn't look up anything about pregnancy until his 7th month.

That's when he started to panic. He hated the way he looked, he couldn't recognise himself in the mirror. Dan was so in love with him and his body (of course his breeding kink was at his full power), he was the one to tell him random fact about being pregnant that Phil didn't care for. He wanted the baby to be here without the pain, the ache, the puking and the crying. At least his hair looked nice, Dan had forbid him to dye or bleach it by fear of hurting the baby.

Dan prepared a nursery, he bought all the expensive baby care stuff, Phil was happy to see him so excited to be a dad but he didn't help, he was very low energy all the time.

Six days after the due date, Phil realised this pregnancy would never end. They appointed an inducing date at the hospital. Phil planned on having the most medicated birth ever, he just wanted the baby.

He was induced at 8 in the morning, the contractions hitting him like a truck. He threw up after the third wave. He asked for an epidural, Dan telling him all the risks like he was a trained midwife. The anaesthesist was late, Phil was growing impatient, the nurses drew him a bath, it didn't help.

Finally the epidural started and he laid on his side, on his phone, scrolling TikTok. Dan told him he needed to be in the right mindset for birth, Phil threatened to make him leave.

Phil spent the whole day laying down, not feeling his legs, asking for a top up when the epidural stopped being effective. The doctor suddenly burst in the room followed by several nurses. They prepared him for surgery. Something was wrong with the baby. Dan was the one asking questions, Phil was too worried to speak. Dan was not allowed in the room.

Phil was awake during the c-section, the doctors and surgeons were saying the baby's heart rate was lowering at an alarming rate. Phil was on the verge of a panic attack, they got him drug to calm his mind and opened him up. They told him he still needed to push, it felt like someone was wrestling with his inside. They got the baby out, Phil heard them walk to the end of the room with it, everyone was awfully quiet. He asked what was happening, but no one replied as he was being stiched back. Phil started crying, the baby was dead because he didn't listened to Dan and had asked for too much drugs.

The midwife finally came to him and put the baby on his chest, his eyes were opened and he was looking at the lights on the ceiling. Phil said hello, and the baby looked at him and started crying. Phil had never known such joy in his life. He was shaking too much to touch his baby, the doctor told him it was the adrenaline. They took the baby away to bring him to Dan for skin-to-skin whilst Phil was recovering from the anaesthesia.

[bnhaobservation]

It might totally be I'm failing to understand you and for this I apologize. English isn't my mother tongue and sometimes I just fail to understand something because it doesn't litterally translate well. My bad.

I think when I talk of the conclusion I mean the end of the story while you might mean the moral/message of the story? Please, correct me if I'm wrong.

Now, one of the parts I don't like about BNHA ending which might also be related to what you're saying is that Horikoshi seems to believe that since people were now inspired by Midoriya to extend a helping hand (and Uraraka 'fixed' the Quirk counseling program), this basically caused (almost) everyone to become nice and so the conditions for the birth of the League, Villains in general and whater else is wrong in the world, while not completely disappearing dropped drastically.

I don't want to defend this part because for me it feels a lot more unbelievable than the existance of Quirks but, according to Horikoshi, this is what we get thanks to Midoriya punshing Tomura to death, a magically better world were Villains are disappearing and Heroes have free time to devote to help with Quirk counseling which, supposedly, should help decrease the chance of Villains to have birth even more.

It's also so poorly explained it seems to come out of nowhere. Just showing us that an old woman who didn't help Tomura now, inspired by Midoriya, helped Terumoto Kōki so that he didn't become a Villain so now Heroes will have time to kill because the Villain rate will drop as everyone else will become a Hero to someone else, is such a poor leap the story falls face flat on the ground.

I mean, it's surely nice everyone will be willing to help someone in need, and this would indeed cause a drop in the creation of those Villains who had birth because mistreated by society but... I just can't believe in this sudden spread of niceness as if it were an epidemic merely caused by Midoriya doing his best to murder Tomura.

I might be missing some cultural context but not only I don't find what Midoriya did a good reason to inspire niceness, but it feels like people have a hive mind or are too easily influenced.

The saving of Terumoto seems coincidental, not the representation of something that is happening on a grand scale so that we won't have anymore kids like Tomura.

So well, according to Horikoshi no, the conditions that led to the rise of the League of Villains don't exist anymore and Tomura is all happy now because a Hero for the Villains isn't needed anymore...

... but the way this gets constructed is simply horrible as far as I'm involved.

To me, more than Horikoshi offering a solution to the societal problems he showed, it feels like he's using a magic wand to magically make them disappear (it's not even the first time he does so, Enji's wish for atonement was also poorly constructed, but it's still more believable than the niceness virus hitting the world thanks to an inpiring murder).

I wouldn't really use as an example what the legal system would do with Enji for what he does to his kids because from what I could find:

in Japan parents were banned from physically punishing children following several fatal cases of abuse dealt out in the name of discipline solely in 2019, so way after BNHA started, meaning that when Horikoshi planned Shouto's past, hitting him wasn't a crime.

Despite parents being banned from physically punishing children in 2019… by the time BNHA ended there were no penalties for offenders and the biggest action that could be taken was to move the children away from the abuser... which happened solely if the children were assumed to be in a life threatening situation.

Abusive training is still not a crime, it's just 'not encouraged anymore' and what Shouto goes through can very well fall into the definition.

Leaving your children unattended is still legal so what happened to Touya can't be used against Enji. It didn't matter Touya was 4 when he started burning himself, his parents weren't obliged to look after him and a 2023 attempt at banning parents and others from leaving children of third-year elementary school age and below alone unsupervised was met with harsh criticism nationwide.

No one is obliged to report abuse.

Proving abuse is hellish hard in all the world but especially so in Japan.

I've read plenty of webs spending many pretty words on what's abuse in Japan which is great... too bad that the words spent at defining it weren't used to address what to do against it beyond giving a talk to the abuser and taking away his kids if they risk to die.

Said this, I'm not Japanese so I might have missed something even if I spent a lot of time searching because WHY making something illegal if there's no punishment for who does it but really, I couldn't find anything worth of note. I guess since in Japan social stigma is a big deal, they might have thought this would be a fitting punishment for an abuser, along with the loss of his victim.

It's worth to note I think BNHA also criticizes Enji’s behavior, Enji himself admits he was wrong in doing what he did, we've various instances of the story saying abusing children is bad, so of course far from me saying someone can't criticize it. I criticize it myself.

I just don't expect Horikoshi to slam Enji in jail when that's not what his country would do.

As for preventing abuse... I'm not Japanese, but maybe Japanese people is really that sensible to the education and awareness campaigns that are being done in Japan so that Enji just represents a guy who did what he did BEFORE the ban on corporal punishment and the prevention campaigns that now are implemented and that will stop any other Japanese father from becoming an abuser so Horikoshi didn't felt like implementing anything else to stop abuse beyond his 'now everyone is willing to help others thanks to being inspired by Midoriya' plan. -_-

I don't really know.

I don't want to defend the ending of the story because for me it's really poor in way too many ways, and while I didn't expected Horikoshi to change his country's laws to send Hawks and Enji in jail as many expected and demanded... well, the messages BNHA ended up proposing felt wrong to me.

I'm just STRONGLY against the whole 'killing=saving' message so killing is overall okay and way more than the Hawks kills Jin scene, I have plenty of complains for how the Heroes deliberately tried to kill Tomura while he was in the tube and, when they assumed he was dead, didn't try to give him first aid or something. They really, as a whole, went for the kill of a man who was completely helpless.

It's not just Hawks, it's the Heroes, and the story not only doesn't view it as bad, but even insists that's how Midoriya, the teen who's also the main character and the role model for the reader, has to see things until Midoriya finally kills the AFO possessed Tomura and becomes the greatest Hero.

I've been watching manga/anime by plenty of time, I've seen teen main characters kill in their own stories and agree with the killing but, as far as I'm involved, BNHA handled the whole thing badly which is a pity sonsidering the story seemed to promise much more.

From what Horikoshi said though, it seems that promise just wasn't meant to be there. Pity.

okay but even if we cop out* by accepting the argument that BNHA reflects different cultural values and that certain critiques of it are therefore not valuable/inappropriate, BNHA still completely fails from a writing standpoint as well. the things that get handwaved as cultural relativism in the ending were presented as unambiguously bad things at earlier points in the story (Endeavor’s abuse of his family, Hawks’s extrajudicial murder of Twice.) looking at their minimal at best impact on the ending, these things may as well have not happened at all. from a writing/craft standpoint, what was the point of raising those issues earlier in the story and making a big deal out of them at the time? was it to fill space? what was the point of those fairly significant storylines if they didn’t affect the outcome even slightly? why make a big gesture of waving chekhov’s gun around only to put it back?

BNHA can be a cultural artifact, sure. And it can be a shining example of bad writing at the same time.

*I personally see this as a cop-out. That is a personal viewpoint. I am not criticizing people who accept this viewpoint, just stating my own opinion.