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freshlyrage · 1 year ago

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Running Like Water

The Holiday Special and Homecoming

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.2k

a/n:

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate. Happy Holidays to all. Here's my little gift of a few short stories about the holidays in RLW. And yes... finally I have wrapped up the Homecoming story.

I listened to an awful lot of christmas songs while writing this, if anyone is interested I could attach a playlist (The Christmas Song by Nat "King" Cole is a must listen for this).

This is for you @angelofsmalldeath-codeine merry christmas beloved!

Thanksgiving 1977

By the time Andrea begins zipping up her sweater while walking home from school she realizes that perhaps her oh so thrilling friendship with Javier Peña was only a summer thing. On the last sticky day of august he ruffled her hair and joked about her sun freckles. Sitting at the lake’s dock, shoulder to shoulder a thirteen year old Andrea shares an orange with fifteen year old Javier. He tells her, her nose looked like a chocolate chip cookie, god forbid Javier even slightly throws a compliment her way. Andrea balls her hands in fists with a grin when she says thank you, her brother scoffing from the other edge of their lake dock, “He wasn’t complimenting you, you idiot.” He calls with a snort, Genie pinches his arm and he yelps. Javi looks over his tan shoulder at his best friend and laughs along. Her face falls when Javier doesn’t correct Frankie but instead pushes off away from her and runs to the other end and pushes her brother into the murky water with a voice crack laced scream. Andrea and Genie flinch from the splash. She flinches from the weather dropping below sixty, eyes narrow as she walk uphill after being dismissed for thanksgiving break.

That was the last time she saw Javi. He stopped coming to the house to pick her and Frankie up. Two weeks into seventh grade she noticed how strange it was to not be with him. Everyone in the halls at school were strangers, shit, they hadn't even known she spent the summer crushing on Laredo’s cutest freshman. Andrea tries to practice self control by not bugging Frankie about where the hell his so-called best friend was. That was until of course October when Frankie snatched a piece of gum from Andrea’s bookbag.

“Where are you going?” She asks, her head lifting from her damn geometry work. Frankie pops the gum in his mouth and shrugs.

“Homecoming game with Javi.” He says it like its nothing. Her eyes go all needy and in the most little sister voice she begs to come with. Frankie screws up his face, “No. Absolutely not.”

Andrea slams her pencil down feeling betrayed by her brother who just two months ago let her tag along, every time!

“Have you been hanging out, like just you guys?” She asks, sounding more whiny than she wanted.

“Yeah, we hang out every day.” He bends down and tightens the laces to his chucks, his Laredo high school pull string hoodie flopping over his head in the same movement. She remembers her heart sinking at that moment, How dare they leave her out! She stands from the chair, it screeches loud.

“What!”

Frankie laughs and heads out the door with a slam.

So Andrea learns that, yeah, it's a summer thing.

She rewires her brain to believe it stays that way just because she was the only one still in middle school. But she still finds it beyond strange that she doesn't bump into him, not even once–not until thanksgiving. The Diaz household only celebrated christian holidays and occasionally birthdays, so thanksgiving was just another day. Andrea rolls over in bed after a good late afternoon nap, her eyes falling to her year wide calendar. 49 days until she’s fourteen. She prays she grows some boobs, blurry eyes staring down at the mosquito bites under the t-shirt.

A knock at her room door has her sat up straight, patting down the wrinkles in her shirt. “Yes!” She calls, eyes wide and cheeks flush.

“It’s Javi.”

Andrea nearly shrieks at the sound of his voice from behind the door and from the position she had just been in. Up on her feet she hurries to the mirror, “Give me a moment I’m-um-I’m naked.” She blurts, her cheeks heating at her brain's stupid stupid stupid self. Patting her hair in place and slipping on socks, her freckles are long gone. No longer is there a trace of summer on her, what if she was just prettier under the sun.

He chuckles behind the door, “Uh-um okay.”

“Come in.” She shouts instead of opening the door for him. She wonders if maybe she looks more grown, her eyes dance to the mirror and polka dot fluffy shorts that stopped mid thigh, nope definitely not. He opens the door and the sight is absolutely delightful. Javier clad in a flannel and jeans, his brows furrowing at her. Lips quirking into a smile and at that moment Andrea realizes this is Javier’s first time in her room. Her cheeks set a blaze, his eyes scan the place, he smiles lazily at a picture of the summer crew taped onto her vanity mirror. “Sorry, I was just changing after a nap.” Half true. Her eyes bounce anywhere but his own, god Andrea could be so obvious sometimes. Have I no shame?

He frowns, lifting a tin foil plate up, suddenly the smell of Peña fresh pork and rice, and tamales. Andrea’s stomach grumbles cartoonishly and Javier splits into a chuckle. Andrea is utterly gobsmacked at how badly she likes the boy. Is this what love feels like? Like the sound of their makes her ache, was she too young to feel that hard? She giggles anyway, “Sorry I’m so hungry, let's go to the kitchen.” She tilts her head toward the door and he nods, leading himself out. Shamelessly staring at the nape of his neck as she trails him down the stairs. She has a dangerous thought of her lips pressing right there, that thought freaks her out and she feels her stomach flip.

“Why are you alone?” Javier asks as he sets down the plate on the kitchen island. Andrea slept off the annoyance she developed from her mother and brothers yearly antics. Each thanksgiving, the two of them, just the two of them, go out to eat. They call it their mother son day of the year, when Andrea was young she was left with her nanny who took it upon herself to take little Andrea to a movie each thanksgiving. But Andrea was no longer little and the tradition continued, so the past 3 thanksgivings had been spent alone. It was routine to her, she wasn't sure if she was ready to understand her mothers ways just yet.

This Thanksgiving fell on Andrea’s fathers birthday, it's all she knew about him. His birthday and name. Lucas, November 24th. One complicated parent a time, she didn’t dwell this thanksgiving but she’d be a liar if she said she hadn't felt like she was on the verge of tears the entire day.

Andrea peels open the wet aluminum, oh lordy I am thankful, thank you Chucho… for this food, Andrea looks up at Javier who had been staring at her with such contentment, and thank you for making the adonis that watches me now. Grabbing a fork Andrea answers, “My mom does something with Frankie every thanksgiving so I’m left here! God this looks amazing.” She drags her fork at the slab of pork, and it pulls so beautifully she could cry. Javier pulls the plate away from her. “Hey!”

“Is this every thanksgiving?” He asks, shielding the plate with his arm to get her to answer.

She didn't care, “Yes, now move.” Andrea pinches his wrist and he slowly pulls his hand back to his side. Shoveling the pernil in her mouth with an excited mumble. Javi stays silent for her first few bites, just watching Andrea stuff herself. She was so hungry she couldn't bother looking at him. But then he sits next to her and gets a fork for himself and begins eating off the plate with her.

Cheeks bulging with arroz con gandules, her eyes brighten and she smiles. “Happy Thanksgiving.” She says with a full mouth, to anyone it would be a gross act but Javier had thought it was the most endearing sight ever.

“Happy thanksgiving Andrea.”

They eat together in silence.

Javier leaves with his heart beating fast in his chest, his stomach turning in the worst way. He looks at his father in the driver's seat, Chucho rolls down the window. “What took you so long!?”

Javier shook his head, not wanting to risk shouting what he discovered at the lawn of Andrea’s home. He shoots his head over his shoulder to take one more look at the house that contained just Andrea inside.

Running a hand through his hair, Javier opens his fathers truck door and settles in. That feeling, that hole in his chest still in full effect. “Andrea spends every thanksgiving alone.” He says it, his chest rises and falls. Andrea spends every thanksgiving alone.

Thanksgiving 1979

Andrea spends it alone again. Javier sat with his uncle, and dad in Houston, feeling awful homesick. Javier filled out the scholarship to the High School of Law and Justice in March and got free tuition for the upcoming year in late August, he had no time to really tell Andrea. Chucho traveled north for the holidays. Cooking for his helpless little brother who had Javier living off cafeteria lunch and ramen. The house smelled delightful and it truly felt like the holidays, even if he wasn't really home. During grace, with his hand resting on his fathers shoulder, in a warm room filled with home cooked food and love, he realizes she’s likely napping again. Probably sleeping to fizzle out hunger and loneliness.

Javi struggles to enjoy his food.

Homecoming 1979

Homecoming sure felt like a holiday in Laredo, at least within the halls of the school. The week had been full of underage drinking each night, pranks, and defacing the rival schools flag. Andrea couldn’t be bothered with the festivities, she just cared that senior Brian Flores who asked her to the dance. Now she could use this as an excuse to be pretty and maybe, maybe get her first kiss. She attended the game, and met Lorraine face to face for the very first time. Andrea attempted to bite back the jealousy buttering her tongue, and she surely took it out on Javier when he asked to talk after the game. Asking her all these questions that made her feel, for just a second, that he wants to be near her as much as she wants to be near him.

Then he called her kid, and Andrea felt winded at the blow.

“Next time I’ll think twice before I invite my best friend's kid sister to hang out. I apologize for trying to be polite and include you, god knows you used to whine about being left out.”

Javi had distracted her from the handsome boy clad in shoulder pads who asked if she was okay, she couldn't even bask in the feeling because immediately Javier switched to protector mode. With a furrowed brow his eyes darted from Andrea to the grown man attempting to court her, and oh it settled something deep in his stomach he was unprepared to talk about.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What do you mean?”

After a mini tangent and a few curses about him being far too old for her, Javi in a fit of protectiveness asked Andrea just to go with him. His brain completely abandons the thought of his unofficial girlfriend Lorraine. When he watches Andrea’s eyes twinkle for one second, he is reminded of the girl he had spent the last few weeks witj and the feelings he truly felt for the Lor. He wanted to be Lorraine’s boyfriend, he was tired of sneaking around–homecoming would have been his perfect opportunity to just go steady with the girl he had a crush on.

“Please stop acting like you care, I don't feel left out anymore. I have my own friends and life now. You guys only had me around because my mom made you, cus’ i couldn't make friends but obviously-Obviously I’m doing better now, so just please leave me alone” With that all thoughts of anyone but Andrea clears, only panic fills his chest when he watches someone who had never been upset with him, someone who had always been eager to spend time with, reminds him that things have changed and she becomes someone who wants to be left alone.

Andrea heads home and sleeps well, she glances over at the dress she picked out and strangely the twisting jealousy and betrayal she felt from Javier fizzled at the thought of being appreciated by someone who actually likes her. Not so bad for a freshman, she thinks. She dozes off and dreams of Javier. She dreams she accepts his invite–even if it was offered in a white hot moment. In her brain she wears something entirely different and dances with him in their school gym. It’s decorated much more beautifully than she anticipated, but her brain paints it perfect just for them. Javier doesn’t make a move on her the entire night of the dance, it wasn’t his style. When the two decide it’s time to go, he kisses her gently and slowly against the brick walls of the gymnasium. Heart in her throat, she grips to the lapels of his blazer, pointing her foot in a beautiful disney first kiss. What a lovely dream it was, maybe that’s why she feels well rested the next day.

She gets ready with an empty house, Frankie spent the night at Genie’s, again, a photo of Sharon Tate taped to her mirror. Eyes squinted as she messes up with powdered eyeliner for the… eighth time. The guitar riff in Marmalade’s I See the Rain bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. She pats down the wrinkles on the pale yellow dress. Her chest still not quite filling the thing but the built in lace shawl like jacket covers her modestly. Melissa had found too many of the short dresses too grown for a freshman. Andrea’s eyes flick up to her own, then down to her lips. She liked those, pinching her lips together her eyes narrow attempting to give her reflection a sexy pre kiss smolder. Her nose turns up in a cringe. Stomach flipping, will Brian kiss with tongue? He’s seventeen, god, he will for sure. Her eyes survey the room, she is alone… her mom got out of work at 9 pm. Frankie had no intention of coming home until tomorrow.

Screw it.

Andrea bunches her hand, her thumb lapping her pointer. She brings her hand to her lips and attempts to emulate what she thinks a kiss should look like. Her eyes close for just a moment when she feels a rhythm that feels right, hmm this doesn't seem too bad. Hopefully his breath doesn't smell like punch–

“Andrea-what the fu-”

She squeals at the top of her lungs when her eyes fall on a hurried suit clad Javier. Her wet hand is covered in Avon’s ripe cherry lipstick. “Ah! Oh my god.” It's her worst nightmare, her none kissed hand wiping the other while Javier stares with confusion and a hint of amusement. “What-how-why–how did you get in here?!” She yells, jumping to her feet. Javier tugs at his bow tie and stares at her hand for a moment, eliciting an ahem from her throat. His cheeks hint a blush.

“Door was unlocked.” He stated flatly. Andrea blinks a few times, her lashes still wet with mascara, was he really here or had she kept dreaming.

He was just as nervous, as he got ready in the morning he wavered his options. He goes to homecoming and tells her while she’s there with her prick of a date, he tells her everything. He shook his head at that, he knew that could be a mess, it could create a scene. Javier crossed that off the list, he thought of just calling, he let that idea go too. As he crouched down to tighten his dress shoes his eyes caught a glimpse of the dusty space below his dresser, a white border poking out into view.

Javier leaned forward and pulled the thing out from under his dresser. There Andrea is, her hair long and braided, her classic teal bike to her left. To her right is Javi with his arm slung over her shoulders. With a sting in his eye and heart beating in his throat, Javier ran all the way to her, to Andrea.

So without warning to Lorraine, Javier lays it all out.

“You can't go to homecoming.”

Andrea rolls her eyes, “Javi I’m tired of this weird protector complex you’ve developed, but I’m fifteen now I-”

“I won't let you go because that douchebag is being paid to take you, being paid double if he kisses you and triple if he fucks you.” He says it so rushed, just to get her to zip it. He saves Andrea in a sense, she was ready to spill some cliche lines that will have her cringing in t-minus six hours. The urgency was useful only in that facet, because then it hist Andrea all at once. Her eyes fall to the floor, heart dancing in her chest. How could I have been so blind. She knew of the senior bucket list, she knew, yet–

“Oh.” Her eyes screw shut for a moment, really hoping this was a dream. My god was she humiliated. She bought a dress, taped magazine clippings, painted her nails, kissed her hand and pushed Javier away for nothing. For someone to plan to use her for a checkmark on a list, she felt like a total idiot. Javi must think I look so stupid, Andrea thinks. Here in the middle of her room practicing kissing in an over priced dress. And despite her efforts to prove to Javi that she is in fact mature and strong and no longer in need of acceptance, her chin begins to quiver in the same way it did when she was just a kid. Her eyes blurry, she doesn’t even realize Javier is walking over to her with a soft pleading voice. Makeup ruined already, his hand grips her shoulder and instinctively she reaches out to grip his wrist. He’s frantically trying to get her stop crying but she just felt so embarrassed, crying is the only thing distracting from that pain in her chest. He’s whispering promises,

Andrea please stop crying

I’ll stay here or-or we can go together

We can stay in—watch something

We can egg his car—please stop crying.

Shaking her head, her fingers dig into his wrist and he takes it as a sign to gather her up. Pulling Andrea into his chest, she knows her mascara tears must be staining his tux yet he couldn’t seem to care. The ache in his own chest settling the second he flattens a hand on the back of her head. Cheek resting on the top of her head. Andrea leans her entire body weight into the embrace, absolutely exhausted of being the joke, of being a pawn. Tired of being behind and naive. Javier tucks her head below his chin, resting on the top of her head. And oh boy is he in trouble because he hadn't thought of Lorraine, not even once.

Despite the circles she’s talked herself into about her need to be self reliant—god did it feel good to just be hugged.

With a squeeze to Andrea’s hip she pulls back, her eyes in all their raccoon glory, somehow she was still so beautiful. "Let’s go downstairs and watch something. Then we can flip through the yellow pages and sign the bastard up for the most incessant and embarrassing subscription with his home phone. How does Cat Scratch sex line sound?” Javier suggests. Just there, she feels it again, Am I too young to feel this much?

Through tears and smudged makeup, her lips quirk at its corners.

“Okay.”

Christmas 1979

Christmas at the Diaz house wasn’t actually so bad. On the eve of christmas Melissa sets out all of the presents she’s bought her kids, then in the corner of her room lays a second pile of gifts for the people of Laredo that she’s made her family. Then she dresses her children, yes, even at their old age, in outfits she bought. The three take a drive to their church’s party and it goes the same way each year. The Smithfield’s lead a prayer, they play their mix of american christmas classics and spanish ones, then they regret serving alcohol at their christmas party.

Two days before the party half of their christmas lights fall and in a fit of anger Melissa calls over Chucho to bring his latter and fix the damn thing. It must be genetic because when the Diaz women call, the Peña men come running. To Andrea’s surprise Javier shows up with his father. The group of friends watch the disaster that is Melissa Diaz with Holiday anxiety.

Melissa stands at the foot of a ladder while Chucho puts up her lights. “A la derecha!” She yells from below, Frankie, Javier and Andrea sit on the lawn watching in amusement. It was chillier, a low fifty, it became Andreas' excuse to wear her lacrosse sweatshirt. Her brother and Javier joke about something that happened in school, something she didn’t witness. So she picks at the grass surrounding her and looks off at the two geezers arguing with each other in Spanish. Nat King Cole and Celia Cruz blasting from inside their house, windows open and in the December sunset their christmas tree twinkles beyond the window.

Andrea decides maybe she likes Christmas with her family, with this family.

She decides to take that statement back when her mother forces her to run the boutique from opening till closing on Christmas eve. Andrea stands behind the cash register wearing a headband with twirly attachments that jingled with each slight movement. If she hears happy holidays one more time she’ll kill Santa Claus herself. So it’s safe to say that when she locks up shop with a daily sale of five thousand dollars, she couldn’t be bothered with seeing half of Laredo in the church basement.

Somehow Andrea finds herself in a stockings and a puffy green dress. She is half asleep by the time she spots the black leather couch at the farthest corner of the large basement. The basement of Los Tres Reyes church was the home of many parties. Many that could be considered non-fitting for a church but to most it was simply just a venue. Considering Lorraine’s father was the english mass pastor and his daughter was the most admired girl at the school, Mr. Smithfield held the Laredo Christmas party-invite only. Contrary to most parties at Los Tres Reyes, the Smithfield Christmas extravaganza (nice dresses and day drinking) was exclusive in Laredo terms.

Lorraine was suited in the prettiest outfit in the room. Too fashionable for this town, plaid flared pants and a cashmere turtleneck. Andrea wants to groan at the silly dress her mom forced her into… and she was so tired. The party began to fill with the most prestigious faces of town, mostly store owners and Lorraine’s friends. Flashes fake smiles at each wave and struggling to stay awake the second she sits down. The familiar crunch of the couch with the sound of the tool of her skirt created a new strange ear splitting sound that has Andrea cringing. Legs crossed she wondered how many feet of tinsel they used for the ceiling.

Fleshy nylon rubbing together with each leg-crossed readjustment. God she wished she had a magazine or something to not look so socially awkward in a setting like this. Deep inside Andrea was praying for Monica or Liandra to show up and save the day. She knew Javier was on his way, she knew she couldn’t bear the sight of the couple, especially how romantic it is to spend Christmas with your girlfriend’s family. Frankie was talking off Genie’s dad’s ear while nursing a beer.

With the Ronetts playing on speaker and the bustling chatter, Andrea finds it awfully easy to drift off. Head falling back against the rest of the sofa.

“My god she’s really sleeping.” Melissa whispers to Chucho about nearly four hours into the party. Eleven pm, nearly Christmas day. “Señor dame fuerza…” Her head falls into her hands while Chucho watches Andreas' fully laid out body in amusement. Her flats fully kicked off and her cheek squished to the leather.

The Peñas arrive quite late to the party. Lorraine dragged Javier to the church bathroom to scold him for embarrassing her. He kissed her hoping it’ll soften her up but she slapped his arm instead. “Don’t be mad please.” He pleads as she opens the restroom door. Lorraine looks over her shoulder with a frown.

With a snapping attitude and sarcasm, “Nice sweater.”

Javier looks down at the thing, his face softening at the sight of his own sweater that his uncle knitted himself. It’s a thick gray cable knit sweater. For a moment Javier wonders why he lets these things slide from Lorraine, just a few weeks before he nearly broke it off after her intrusive suggestion on how to get over his mothers absence.

Javi decides he’ll just drink tonight.

With his hands shoved in his nice jeans, the pants Chucho bought two years ago for him to be forced into every holiday. His keys in his back pocket jangling as he walks down the stairs to a slowly dying party as the night closes. The lights around twinkling and the smell of clove and cinnamon filling his nose. He passes two girls in Lorraine’s friend group, Hilda and Diana. “Do you think she’s drunk?”

“I don’t know, but it’s tragic.” Hilda giggles, sipping her beer. Both their eyes planted on Andrea, in all her Christmas tree glory. Surrounded by her large green dress, socked feet curled and the most peaceful face he’s ever seen. His brows knit together, it was unlike her to fall asleep in a place like this. He shoots a glare over at the two girls and walks straight past them, straight to her. He grabs a cracker crown from one of the tables. Ignoring Lorraine’s call as he makes his way next to Andrea.

For a moment he feels watched, a bit insecure as he surveys the room as people pretend to not stare at the two. He frowns before wrapping his hand around her ankle and shaking her awake. She stirs slightly but just furthers herself into comfortability. He drops his head in an endearing smile. “Andrea.” He calls to her and she jolts at the sound of his voice.

Her smooth nylon clad feet brushing over his lap, causing a flip in his stomach. Something stranger happens in his christmas jeans. “Oh!” She chirped, wiping her mouth clean of drool. “Javi!”

“Andrea.” He laughs moving her small feet from his lap. Leaning forward and placing the gold crown on her disheveled hair. She giggles slightly, and blinks her eyes into full awareness.

“Did I really fall asleep? What time is it?” She flattens her shimmery skirt. He just knows Melissa picked out the dress. He remembers the second summer they spent together, when her style changed completely. He knew she got her mother to back off on the kids catalogs, it seemed she still held higher ground when it came to christmas attire. Despite the forest pooling her body, to him she might have been the prettiest girl in the room, he should ask Santa Claus for a smack upside his head because the selfish thought came quickly and stuck like glue. Her shimmering eyes glance at the clock, fifteen to twelve. “Jesus!” She slaps her hand over her mouth at the decision to call the man out on his name, on his birthday and in a church. “I slept for so long.”

Javier chuckles a hearty laugh, “Yeah, decided to save you some embarrassment, you got quite comfortable.” His eyes fall to her feet. She burns mistletoe bow red and shoves them back into her flats. Still sitting up straight tenser than ever, and it aches his chest. He had her over just a week before, they joked around together in his house over dinner–he invited her to New Years at the bar. Two months before that the two sat awfully close on her couch watching Star Wars: A New Hope and signing up her one time homecoming date to awfully embarrassing subscriptions, using different personas and voices on the phone. Yet here, under everyone's surveillance she sat uptight and all frowning like she was afraid of being under the gaze of others. That drove him a bit crazy, she was his best friend too, hadn't she known?

Silence falls between them for a moment as he nurses his beer and she looks off, her mind running wild.

“You treat me differently when it’s not summer.” He blurts, bringing his drink to his lips. He knows why, he knows deep inside. Their summers together were organic, devoid of outside influences. She could just exist as Andrea, his Andrea. In summer she could just fall asleep on a couch and not have to worry about judging eyes. She could crush on Javier without guilt and restraint. He could call her pretty and not feel like the entire world is watching, prepared to scrutinize him. It was warm, it was easy to be close to one another, easy to ignore what others felt about them. Summers were just for them. It stirred something devastating in the cavity of his chest at the sight of her in a sweaty dress, with her hair done up and perfect posture. It wasn't her, it wasn't like her to be so afraid of him.

Her lips quirk in a polite fake smile, as her eyes survey the room. She’s extremely aware of the eyes on the two of them. Javier’s jaw clenched at the sight of Andrea of all people being fake to him. She clears her throat like he asked her a scandalous question. Then she turns to him all at once and he swears under her makeup he sees a hint of the freckles that deepen under the Texas sun, and her features fall all sincere, like he’s the only person in the room.

And she whispers, “Well maybe I don’t know how to be your friend in the winter.” Her eyes drop and her forehead forms that tiny crease of worry between painted brows. Javier’s stomach pits and maybe the holidays made him feel sentimental, maybe he’s afraid that being in the same school will somehow create a wedge in something he cherishes so deeply, maybe he feels like strangely time is running out. Perhaps he regrets meeting Lorraine at this time. It’s something about being surrounded by love, warmth and home cooked meals. Something about the sounds of chimes, organs and jingle bells in the music filling the air. Something about spending Christmas eve next to Andrea Diaz, something about not being able to kiss her under the mistletoe. Maybe because it actually snowed in Texas this Christmas, small flurries that didn’t stick–but snow nonetheless. He’s never had the urge to before but her, in front of him, at this time, with those eyes–he wonders what he’s doing wrong.

With his heart in his throat he can only muster out one thing.

“Merry Christmas.”

Christmas 1980-85

Houston isn't home. The holidays become a brain splitting headache he ignores for years to come. He's no longer seventeen. He had one holiday with her, and it wasn’t really with her, yet he can't imagine having one without her.

What a scary feeling.

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kitkat5192 · 2 years ago

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So, after watching the Owl House finale at like midnight and then proceeding to freak out about it for the next few hours, I was too exhausted to really put together too many coherent thoughts. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on the Owl House series finale:

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW

*First off, I was not okay throughout the entirety of this episode, and I was constantly switching between smiling like an idiot and fucking sobbing, so it was a rollercoaster (in the best possible way)

*That nightmare sequence based off of Luz, Eda and King’s trauma built up throughout the show was a hell of a way to start off the episode

*Tbh though, I loved that the episode took the time to really address Luz’s fears and insecurities about being too much like Belos

*Luz figuring out it was all fake because Amity is a nerd and wouldn’t have misquoted Azura? That’s so funny and I love her for that

*The light spell really came back full circle huh, being the first spell she learned and the one that saved her multiple times in this episode

*The Luz, Eda, and King reunion?? Screaming, crying, throwing up, too many feelings to comprehend

*The Collector comparing death to broken toys that can be easily fixed really puts into perspective how little he really understands about humans, what a great moment

*Raine fighting back against Belos like the BAMF they are, I love to see it!

*I see you King, being the only one to use they/them pronouns for the Collectoe

*Collector Backstory Collector Backstory Collector Backstory!!

*Luz seeing the hurt and loneliness in the Collector and giving them a chance to understand what friendship actually is was honestly so important to me. Plus, reliving all of those great moments through the show was amazing!

*I was wondering if the Titan’s heart was ever going to come into play

*I’m always here for shows that understand that kindness and forgiveness are important, but that not everyone deserves it (looking at you Belos)

*While Belos was not someone the Collector should have shown kindness to, it really goes to show how he wanted to change for the better and take Luz’s words to heart

*When Luz straight up fucking died, I was basically in denial until I knew she was okay. It still sucked though. I mean, the balls of light floating throughout the Boiling Isles, Camila crying, everyone not knowing what the lights mean, but also knowing that deep down, they understand, it was beautiful and heartbreaking

*The Collector trying to “fix” Luz and it not working and then being so confused and scared?? Absolutely not, excuse me while I sob again

*While I hate Eda and King being devastated about Luz, I wanted nothing more than to see them wreck Belos’s shit

*So many thoughts about King’s father! The reveal, the mini Hooty, conformation of the Titan being bigender, I loved all of it!

*Also, can we just talk about how the Titan didn’t give the powers to Luz because she was the chosen one or anything like that, but because she made the choice to be there and to keep fighting and the Titan recognized that? Because I love it!

*”So the question is, will you choose yourself?” I will never get over this line!

*The Camila and Amity hug?!

*Camilla and the others using the glyphs Luz had taught them was so cool!

*I really appreciate how the writers made sure that even though the Collector redeemed himself, he also recognized how his actions, no matter how naive or misguided they were, still hurt and traumatized people, and he apologized for it and put in the work to make amends and do better

*TITAN LUZ!!!

*Eda and King helping Luz with the magic made me smile so much!

*Small moment, but Hunter specifically being the one to save Gus’s palisman? Guess I don’t need my heart then, thanks 😭

*Eda and Raine reunion! And me tearing up for the 50th time during this episode

* “For I am the Good Witch Luz, child of the Human Realm, student of the Demon Realm, and warrior of peace! Now eat this sucker!” OH MY GID SHE SAID IT ASFFHGDGHJJBV IT’S DO COOL

*I’ve seen arguments over Belos’s death and ngl, I’m glad it was anticlimactic. He didn’t deserve anything more than melting away and having his head stomped in

*Luz not saying a single word as Belos made one more attempt to manipulate her? Absolutely incredible. Luz understanding that she isn’t like Belos and not letting his words get to her and drag her down with him? Everything I needed to see

*All if the family reunions at the end had me crying, especially when Hunter thought he was all alone and then Darius appeared and Hunter immediately brightened up and was showing off his shirt and god, this episode has wrecked me

*I can’t even begin to point out everything I loved about the time jump epilogue, so I’ll just share some of my favorites!

*The new character designs! I loved every one of them! I freaked out every time a different character was shown

*Hunter learning how to carve palismen!

*Eda being the headmaster of the School of Wild Magic!

*The matching flapjack tattoos!

*Luz going to college in the Demon Realm!

*The Darius and Alador moment we got!

*The quinceañera?! Dana was so real for making sure we got to see that!

*Everyone saying the iconic Byeeee at the end, making me cry (again)

If you made it through all of that, thanks for reading, and feel free to share any thoughts by commenting or dming me! All in all, I loved this episode so much, as I’m sure a lot of other people did, and I’m so happy that I got to watch this incredible show and go on this journey with Luz, Eda, King, and the rest of the Boiling Isles! ❤️

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh #the owl house series finale #the owl house last episode #the owl house luz #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #I’ll miss this show so much #watching and dreaming

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waywardsculs-a2 · 10 months ago

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"Velvette, correct? Be honest with me please. Do you think my outfit is ugly? I've been made fun of as of late, and even though I like my current fix up, I think I need a professionals opinion." From Lucifer 💀 (he's insecure sigh)

UNPROMPTED // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

At first she could have sworn the booking made with her had been a joke - really, who would go around using the name of the literal King of Hell so easily ? - but to actually walk into the consultation room and see him sitting there ... Fuck, Vox and Valentino would never believe her when she told them later.

Taking a moment to look over the King's attire her head tilted from one side to the other every so often, before hands came to rest on her hips.

" First , let me start by sayin' whoever's been givin' you shit for your clothes is a fuckin' idiot . " Velvette told him pointedly, a brief excuse me uttered as she reached out to start adjusting only minor pieces of his attire.

" Let's start with this . " A flash of her magic and the collar of his jacket was removed. " Upturned collar ? Not happening . This'll make your shoulders look stronger . " Another little zap and his undershirt changed from its former plain white to a subtly embroidered black. " Hmm ... Yeah , that's better . "

His vest didn't change much - the more bold stripes being exchanged for thinner pinstripes and shade becoming just a tad darker, the same colour mirrored on the cuffs of his jacket. Last but not least, his bow tie, swapped out for a more common flat tie in a rich silk, held in place with a gold tie clip shaped like a snake.

" There we go , perfect ! It wasn't ugly , just needed a little updatin' is all . Suits are always in style , it's just a few li'tle bits here an' there ta fix up . What'cha think ? It's great , right ~? "

#bittcnneck #she still can't believe she's dressing THE lucifer like hello #┊VELVETTE ═══ ✧ in character #┊mail received ═══ ✧ questions & answers

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dreamboundedstar · 2 years ago

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I Decided to Do This for Zekina Even Though No One Asked Me To. I’m Gonna Answer All of Them Whether You Like It or Not!

OTP HC Questions

🌈 - What were their first impressions of each other? Tina - She thought he was an annoying, loud, obnoxious, gross obstacle to Jimmy Jr.'s affection. Zeke - Thought she was creepy, weird, and a goody two shoes. Despite that, he still thought she was overall a nice girl and still considered her a friend. Even with her flaws, Zeke knew that Tina was a girl worth hanging around.

☀️ - Did they both want children/How many children did they want?

Both want children but the amount of children is a whole different story. Tina initially thinks 1 or 2 will be enough, meanwhile, her eyes immediately widen when she hears Zeke say 4. He wants one child per arm between the two of them to form the ultimate group hug. A very cute dream, but Tina tries to make him see reason because she knows how much her mom and dad struggled with 3 children, even if their home was always full of love.

Zeke ends ups getting what he wants in the end because they have a VERY healthy marriage.

🐬 - Who made the first move? Technically it was Zeke since he made that declaration of marriage in "Midday Run" and the rest of the time he is just him waiting for Tina to make the next move. Though he probably tries to subtly make the first move again so Tina can get the message that he was serious the first first time.

🌹 - Who initiated the first kiss? Tina. Whether if the "Hormoniums" end credits are canon or not, Tina gave the first kiss regardless. Zeke is the king of consent (at least when it comes to kissing, not so much for the consent of poo being at random places in school XD) and wouldn't initiate a kiss unless he's absolutely sure Tina's okay with it.

🥀 - Do they both get jealous? Zeke is definitely not the jealous type, even when he finally has her. He spent years longing for Tina to see him like he sees her only to be outshined by his best friend or the next long-necked, tall boy with a nice butt and endearing accent every, stinkin' time. He knew he wasn't entitled to her feelings and that he was not her type anyway. So there's no use in getting angry over Tina being happy with someone else because her happiness is more important than her being with him. Tina originally did have jealous tendencies but her morals always overcame her jealousy. That was mostly when she was pining for Jimmy Jr. because he didn't help relieve her own insecurities which bred her jealousy. Now that she's with someone, who in her mind is basically a saint for how long he waited for her, in spite of herself, she's all the more motivated to eliminate any jealousy she could have. She's with someone who she can absolutely trust, so she has no reason to get jealous. Still, anxiety is a witch and she slips back into jealous tendencies. Nothing a little conversation can't fix though. Even so, Tina still can't help but feel guilty for feeling jealous because of how much stronger Zeke is about it in comparison to her.

😒 - Do they get jealous easily? Zeke trusts Tina too much to get jealous easily. Unless something specifically triggers her anxiety and insecurities, Tina doesn't get jealous easily. As long as she's brave enough to talk about it with Zeke she'll be fine.

😚 - When one gets sick, what does the other do? Zeke becomes a full-blown nursing home nurse when Tina is sick. Tina finds it very sweet, but it can get a bit annoying and - WHAT THE HECK, GET THAT BED PAN AWAY FROM ME ZEKE! She appreciates it but sometimes a girl just needs her sleep. Meanwhile, Tina has considered strapping Zeke to the bed when he's ill because he refuses to let being sick stop him from going about his day. She pulls him by the ear back to bed because she refuses to carry him back to bed when he's passed out on the ground because he rather be a stubborn idiot than admit he's sick. Laying in bed and not being able to do anything is his personal hell. Even though he hates being useless, deep down he appreciates all that Tina does for him and loves all the love she is showing him. Tina knows how much Zeke hates being still and having nothing to do, so she tries to bring stuff to the bed that will help stimulate his brain but not exert too much energy. She also stays with him for a bit until he either falls asleep or is distracted enough for her to continue to do the daily tasks.

👉 - Who is better at giving directions? As confirmed in "The Bleakening" every one of the Belcher family is bad with directions, including Tina. So Zeke is the one that saves the day on that front.

😊 - Where do they want to go on vacation? Tina wants to go to Paris, France to fulfill that wish she made in "Comet-y of Errors". Zeke is a simple guy and would have fun wherever he goes with Tina. However, he thinks it would be cool to do a road trip across the states at least once in his life. Though if you had to twist his arm about it he probably would say either Brazil or Japan.

🍁 - How was their first kiss? Best 2 seconds of Zeke's life and he couldn't wait for the end of the world again just so Tina would kiss him again. Or if you subscribe to the spin the bottle being their first kiss. Zeke was so excited about how smoothly their first kiss went that he opened his eyes immediately just to see how Tina would react to it.

🐕 - Who is the most affectionate? Zeke hands down. There's not much need to explain with that one because you can see how affectionate he is with just his friends in the show. Tina is very affectionate too but sometimes she feels insecure about how Zeke is so much more so than she is. She loves the affection she gets but she doesn't want to be a selfish lover and wants to be able to give as much as she takes.

❄️ - Who worries about the other the most? Despite his low impulse control, Zeke is the one that worries more about Tina and not the other way around. With all the crazy shenanigans she and her family get herself into whether intentionally or not, it's no wonder he worries more. Though he tries to mask his worry because he doesn't want to freak people out by showing he's freaking out.

🕸 - What does one do that scares the other? Finding out that Tina thrashed in her sleep scared the crap out of him at first. Thankfully, Tina woke up before he thought to call an ambulance and explained it. Zeke laughed it off in relief after that scare. He holds her in his arms while sleeping now and that stops her thrashing. He doesn't care if it makes his arm fall asleep, as long as he doesn't have to see or hear her flopping around like a dying fish. Other than that, the danger she somehow finds herself in scares him as well. He would want nothing more than to always be near Tina just to be able to carry her away bridal style away from the danger. His lack of impulse control combined with his tendency to sacrifice himself for the greater good is something that Tina admires but also something that pisses her off and scares her. Would it kill him to think a little and come up with a plan with her before he runs off to sacrifice himself!?

🐇 - Who wants to cuddle the other longer in the morning? Zeke and he's an absolute baby about it if he doesn't get a little cuddle time before fully waking up. Normally Tina wouldn't mind, but sometimes you're in a hurry and you just have to deal with it like an adult.

🍀 - Who is better at comforting? I think both are equally good at comforting each other but maybe Zeke is a bit better because of how immediately affectionate he is.

🥄 - Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon? Pretty obvious but Zeke's big spoon and Tina's little spoon.

🍭 -What are their nicknames for each other? Along with the nicknames he already has for her, Zeke also calls her sweet t, darlin', baby, hon, t cake, t cups, Tina turn on, cinny buns, and starshine (this one is probably too cute for Zeke to say but who cares Tina likes stars and I like this one the most) Tina isn't really good at coming up with good nicknames, so she just leaves them for Zeke. She likes calling him by his full first name Ezekiel every now and then when the mood is right though that's the opposite of a nickname.

🔥 - Who realized they were interested in who first? Zeke. A part of him always felt sort of drawn to Tina but he didn't really realize he had a crush on her until after "Tina and the Real Ghost"

🥂 - How was their first date? It started out as a cute, little picnic date at the park. Then Zeke tried to cap off the date with a nice row boat ride in the park lake. He even brought an acoustic guitar with him to play a tune on the water (choose whatever acoustic song you want but this is my placeholder song https://open.spotify.com/track/5erH5r100PHxQGTWNUrxqo?si=0ab5c826a4244187 ). Unfortunately, things go bad in the middle of his song when he feels pain in his stomach. He's been ignoring and pushing away his nerves all day and thanks to the spicy pasta salad he made for Tina and himself, it's finally biting him in the butt. The pain becomes so great that he doesn't even bother to row back to shore. He immediately out of the boat, jumps into the water, makes his good jeans soaking wet, and runs to the nearest bathroom. All of that left Tina confused and worried as she rows back to dry land by herself. She uses her intuition and detective skills to figure out that Zeke probably went to the bathroom and is pleased with herself that she got it right on the first try. As for Zeke, his butt is on fire and the fact that Tina found him so soon is making his pain so much worse. From the outside, Tina asks through the door if Zeke is okay. Knowing that Tina is coming from a place of concern, he admits that he has stress diarrhea and he's been ignoring it all day until now. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was nervous and wanted to remain confident and believe he had everything prepared. Unfortunately, his body betrayed him in the worst way possible. For once he wanted to be more than the trailer trash people think he is. Not that he cares what people think but he wanted to prove to himself that he could romance it with the best of them. He wanted so bad Tina to see him the way he sees her. No matter what he does though, he can't avoid the Zeke up looking right at him. Tina immediately reassures him that this isn't the first time she dealt with stress diarrhea and it won't be the last. She also tells him that she knew what she was getting into when she gave Zeke a shot. He may not be the kind of guy she usually goes for, but surprisingly she finds that she's okay with that. She's not sure how she'll feel in the future but she likes where things are going. More importantly, she likes him, a lot, diarrhea and all. Zeke is reminded why he loves that girl and tries to salvage what's left of their date. Once he puts on the emergency shorts he keeps in his truck, they decide to spend the rest of their time at the touch tank aquarium. Zeke is disappointed that they don't have any tiny sharks or sting rays to touch but still enjoys his time with Tina. They got tacos later after they had their fill of touching fish and kissing. Overall, it's definitely one of the better dates Tina has had over the years.

🎉 - How did they propose? Zeke does a Frankenstein/Zombie-themed proposal in the cemetery during Halloween.

🖐 - Who can’t keep their hands to themself? Zeke of course, his love language is physical touch. So not being able to have his arms around Tina or even simply holding her hand when he needs it (which is almost always) is torture to him. Tina isn't as touchy as Zeke is but never protests when he initiates it and loves every moment of it. When she does initiate though, it's much more intimate and surprises Zeke in a good way, such as when she gives him a good slap on the butt or has her fingers graze his muscles for example.

🍥 - Who was (insert character)’s first crush? Tina's is Jimmy Jr., which I don't even need to say but oh well. Who knows with Zeke. The most we get from his past before Wagstaff is the implication that he had no idea how to deal with girls he had a crush on, so he pushed them to the ground. I'm sure this is something he regrets constantly. He definitely would have issues talking about his behavior before Wagstaff in detail because he doesn't like to think about how much of a jerk he was. He may be a troublemaker in Wagstaff but at least he's not a bully anymore.

✈️ - How do they celebrate anniversaries? Zeke spends a lot of time making the perfect romantic dinner. Tina sets up fun bedroom activities for later (maybe she gets inspired by some of the erotic stories she made or read idk). They either do a nice sunset walk or horse ride on the beach (I headcanon that she eventually gets her horse farm so she can make her horse-riding beach dreams a reality). Probably on some anniversaries he brushes up on his guitar skills and plays her an acoustic cover to one of the songs she loves or heck sings her some original songs if he had the time prior to compose one. Zeke is impossible to buy a gift for but she still tries to give him something thoughtful to show she cares. Some years they might keep it simple by giving each other thoughtful cards, ordering a pizza, and spending all day watching movies as well as cuddling on the couch or when they realize what's on tv sucks they just make out until commercials come on and they look for something better. Whether the gestures be big or small they'll still love each other through it all.

🐀 - Who steals the covers? Despite Zeke being the one that takes up the most space in bed, Tina is the blanket thief. It is caused by the thrashing moving the sheets around so much. Zeke is usually a heavy sleeper so he doesn't normally notice. He keeps a spare blanket stashed under his side of the bed just in case though.

💤 - Who falls asleep first? Zeke and Linda are both gifted with the ability to fall asleep super fast that Tina and Bob both envy.

⭐️ - Who is a morning person? Tina mostly is by force of habit due to working at her dad's restaurant for years. Though, she sometimes fails at being a morning person when she accidentally pulls an all-nighter because inspiration struck her at the worst possible time.

🌙 - Who is a night person? Zeke and Tina are both night people but more so Zeke. Zeke hates getting up early and needs to stay in bed snuggling with Tina for a bit before he's ready to start the day. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night to find that Tina is in the zone again. When that happens he groggily carries her to bed, embraces her to get her comfortable for slumber, and reminds her she needs her rest darn it.

🥞 - Which one makes breakfast? Tina tries to split breakfast duty with Zeke because she wakes up earlier than him. Zeke mostly does it though because even though Tina wakes up earlier than him, he is very clingy in the morning and it is nearly impossible to escape his grasp. The man needs his t cuddles before getting up. Zeke likes to get creative with breakfast while when Tina makes breakfast she keeps it basic with pancakes, eggs, and bacon or really simple with just cereal on those days they are both in a rush.

🍰 - Which one bakes/cooks? Zeke. Tina tries to share the work but Zeke insists because he loves doing it. Tina is not a bad cook, Zeke is just better and Tina is okay with this.

💋 - Who is more rough with the kissing stuff? Tina, she's a very intimate person when it comes to kissing. Zeke is gentle with Tina because he's hyper-aware of his strength and doesn't want to hurt her. So, especially when in the mood, Tina is rougher with kissing to communicate to Zeke that she's giving him permission to be at least as rough as she's being. She's not always rough though and enjoys gentle kisses too.

🌺 - Do they send cutesy or grossly sweet/romantic texts to each other? Yes, absolutely. They are the kind of couple that spends hours saying goodbye when texting. Sending each other memes, videos, or cute pictures just to have an excuse to stay in the chat longer.

💐 - Is one more protective than the other? Both are equally protective of each other. Though it's more hilarious with Tina because of her being in front of Zeke, who is bigger than her as she threatens to punch the person that was mean to Zeke again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Zeke just tries to de-escalate the situation by simply carrying her away from the situation as she says her agains. With Zeke, it takes a much more serious tone. Tina simply tries to get him to not go overboard while she's behind him for protection and comfort. Tina is not used to seeing Zeke look so pissed off. It's very intimidating in a scary but sexy way, much to her surprise.

☔️ - How do they make up after a fight? They give each other some alone time to blow off steam and think about all that was said. They come back to each other to immediately apologize, cuddle it out, and Zeke assures Tina that she means the world to him and that nothing has changed about that or something along those lines. (since her love language is words of affirmation. At least I think it is? I may be just projecting my love language onto Tina because it makes sense for her character. XD Though my love language is a tie between quality time and words of affirmation so I guess make what you want out of that. It's hard when you kin a character so much and you unintentionally project aspects of yourself onto a character and you're not sure if it's even based on canon evidence even after seeing the character for so long. XD) Finally! All done! I hope you enjoy reading the answers you never asked for! lol

#Zekina #ZekexTina #TinaxZeke #Bob's Burgers #Zeke #Tina Ruth Belcher #OTP headcanon questions

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cult-of-the-eye · 1 year ago

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streets????? It's not the worst poem I've ever heard

OMG MARTIN K BLACKWOOD

God I can't get over his fake little middle name

OMG TIM

ha help him Vs stop him

I love how their view of Jon differs so much and they're both sort of right because they both only have a certain amount of information about what's going on

He's never gonna speak to us again

My poor boy is so stressed about Jon I don't think that's the most pressing matter here

Jesus Christ Martin doesn't believe the institute is supernatural?

I guess he would have no reason to cause he'd probably think they were protecting him against Prentiss not anything bad

Omg tims on the money for all of it

OH WHAT THE FUCK

That's so unsettling oh my god

NOT SASHA???

Oh my god Martin he goes down into the tunnels my dude

WHY DID HE TAKE MICHAELS DOOR

He sounds like he's about to cry

My bro really can't think of a stronger expletive than damn

LET HIM SAY FUCK

yeah you are a fucking idiot

Although it makes sense that he couldn't see it cause none of it makes sense, he's trying to piece together shit and half the pieces are missing and there's someone with a knife to his throat of course he's gonna mess it up

Here comes the guilt wahoo

OH SHIT FUCK

"oh christ" my bro is so Oxford posh even when threatened by the prospect of death

What does Martin want? I never actually thought about that

OMG HES SO ANGRY

I love angry Martin!!!

YES KING SPIT THE TRUTH

IT IS FAIR TO WANT EVERYTHING TO BE OK!!! TIM HAS BEEN PUSHING EVERYONE AWAY!!!

MICHAEL????

Sport??? Oh god that's terrifying

Hang on?? Martin my dude what do you think you're gonna do

"Martin look at his hands!!!"

There's two of us and one of you - my bro canonically thinks he can take on someone in a fight (strong Martin K Blackwood supremacy)

SHIT THE DOOR

THE LAUGHTER OH MY GOD

THE PIPEEE THE INFAMOUS PIPEE

oh god he's getting louder

I'm gonna cry

HE DOESNT REMEMBER WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE OH GOD IM GONNA CRY

Fucking hell this is terrifying

"Reliable old Sasha" NO THATS SO DEVASTATING

THEY KNEW HER BUT NOT ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG BUT THAT WASNT THEIR FAULT EITHER OH GOD

THE VOICES THE FUCKING VOICES

I'm going to wear you?? I'm going to wear everything you are?? Like you never existed?? And it will hurt?? IT HURT SASHA

FUCK IM GOING TO CRY

"SHUT UP"

JON I LOVE YOU BUT YOURE SO STUPID BUT ALSO UNDERSTANDABLE PLEASE GET OUT OF THERE

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Oh god the noise is making my ears hurt

The fucking panting

"You like stories"

A nasty man tricked the monster and wrapped it into table

Who??? Jurgen leitner???

Friends?? (Breekon and hope?)

Biggest eyes enemies (stranger hates eyes? Or web hates eyes? What??)

Steal it's secrets

"Stupid arrogant little man"

Nah bro my man is insecure as fuck

Oh shit that laughter

You're nothing...even I could make a better archivist than you??

Fuck off not sasha

I'm sorry Martin, and Tim and Sasha

God I love him I love that in his last moments he's apologising

Will I really become the archivist?? (What's so special about the archivist?? Why do I feel like it's capitalised??)

Please don't kill me

MY POOR BOY

IM LITERALLY SOBBING

What the fuck just happened

WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

EHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Gonna listen to mag 79 tonight and tell you guys my reactions wish me luck

#tma #the magnus archives #mag 79 #not them #not Sasha #jonathan sims #michael the distortion #martin k blackwood #tim stoker #fuck im so emotional #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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sammyboyimagines · 2 years ago

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may I request a Steve Harrington x Reader smutfic :) The Reader has powers like el’s but Steve doesn’t know this so when it comes time they do the ✨devils tango✨ their powers end up going off. :))

omg anon this is an amazing request and I may have got a little carried away. thank you for this request!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x afab!reader

Summary: Reader has powers but hides them from Steve. After a series of weird light flickers and random dropping objects, Steve finally understands his girlfriend's secret. 3.8k words

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS (i will call ur mom, go play outside or something). Steve is very corny, very sappy. Both reader and Steve are lovesick. This a very VERY FLUFFY SMUT FIC. Swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it folks), light hair-pulling kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart), insecure reader, self-doubt. sweet sweet fluff and smut. Established relationship.

the warnings are messy, I realize that but I don't want to change it so I'm very sorry. Also, anon I hope you don't mind that I made the reader a bit insecure about their powers?

"Hey, beautiful"

You read Steve's note that he had passed to you during your class. He was lucky Mrs. Johnson wasn't looking or he'd be knee-deep in extra work to get out of detention. While the small smiley face at the end of the signed note made you warm inside, you gave Steve a look that said, "you're such an idiot."

You enjoyed Steve's antics as much as anyone else did, but it still bothered you when he would purposefully get himself into trouble to amuse you.

Even if it was adorable...

To everyone else, your relationship with Steve was a classic case of girl-next-door meets boy-next-door. But the truth was you were hiding a dark secret. One that you had trained yourself to keep deep inside your mind.

You had special abilities. If you dared to tell anyone, they'd consider them gifts. But you couldn't feel more alienated. After all, you were attending Hawkins High and dating Steve Harrington.

'King Steve'

But in Steve's opinion, you couldn't be more perfect; hell he'd say you were the hottest girl in school. You were never seen without Steve either holding your hand or following behind you like a lost puppy. It made your heart melt every time someone mentioned the heart eyes Steve gave you when you weren't looking. However, it also made you incredibly nervous.

Having powers wasn't fun when you could accidentally use them in public settings. Even worse; in front of your perfect boyfriend and his 'perfect' friend group inside your 'perfect' school. You knew of Steve's experiences with the Hawkins Lab. It gave you chills just thinking about your life before you escaped. He had told you about Eleven, and you tried your best to pretend like you didn't have a clue of what horrors lay behind the closed doors in that lab. It was one of the best days of your life when it finally closed down. You chose to stay ignorant about the Eleven business; you'd convinced yourself it was better this way.

Steve hadn't noticed a thing, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He never noticed how the lights would flicker a little when you got excited or scared. You'd play it off with something along the lines of "stupid electricity," and he'd brush it off just as you did.

Just like you wanted

You weren't trying to lie to him, but you thought it was okay if you didn't tell the full truth. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.

"Psst!" Steve shoved another folded lined paper note onto your desk. You smiled and checked if the coast was clear. Mrs. Johnson was asleep, her head laid on her desk as her warm coffee grew cold.

"Meet me at our spot? :)" Steve was staring at you from his desk next to you, his head resting on his elbow. You crumbled the note up and rolled your eyes. As much as some time away from class sounded amazing, you already had a D in Mrs. Johnson's class, and you'd be dead if you failed a class. Steve wasn't paying attention to the schoolwork piled on his desk. He was too hypnotized by the way your outfit hugged your body in a way that made him practically drool over you. Then again, you could be wearing anything and he'd react the same way.

Steve tapped your foot with his own. His big brown eyes were your weakness and you hardly got your way when he would beg you with puppy eyes. "Fine." you mouthed before you shot your hand up to ask for the bathroom. Steve was watching the clock, timing the perfect moment so nobody would suspect you were meeting each other.

Just as promised, you walked to your 'spot' which was an empty janitor's closet Steve had found while you two hid from your responsibilities and classes. You fumbled for the lights and eventually switched them on, just in time for Steve to walk in.

"Been waiting for this all day", Steve's hands were immediately on your waist before you had a chance to say anything. He mumbled sweet compliments as he pressed soft kisses against your neck. "We've only been at school for 3 hours.." your laughs made him beyond happy, but he was too worked up to focus.

"Exactly, all day." he gently held your face in his hands. "You're so gorgeous." Steve was always very honest with you, it was something he wanted in his relationships after Nancy. It made you sick to your stomach each time you remembered that you were hiding your abilities from him, but you hoped he would understand.

Steve's hands ran up and down your body, practically worshiping your body over your clothes. "What did I do to deserve you?" with that he slid his hands up your top as he made out with you. You pushed his hair out of his face as he peppered small kisses along your jawline. "Just making out for now, okay?" you mumbled, feeling him nod against your warm body.

"Of course, babe, whatever you want is fine with me." Steve had no issue with whatever you wanted to do, he just loved spending time with you. His large hands held your waist as he pulled away from your lips for air. "Maybe we could just spend the rest of school in here, hangin' out. You were distracted, to say the least, you hadn't said anything for the last few minutes.

"Babe? Are you okay?" he held your hands in his own, his small smile bringing you out of the depths of your mind. Steve never wanted you to feel pressured to do anything, and he knew when you weren't telling him something.

Your eyes couldn't meet his as he tried to reach out to you. You felt guilty, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. Steve knew something was up, he never wanted to make you feel like you couldn't have secrets. When he met you, he immediately felt safe around you, like he could tell you anything. He always wanted to have someone trust him enough to tell him everything. And he got it, he got you.

Steve looked at your puzzled face and felt himself frown. He cared for you, he was in love with you. He hadn't told you yet, but he made up for it by showering you with affection, gifts, and compliments. He wanted to tell you, more than anything. He just never found the proper moment.

"Steve, can I tell you something?" he felt his stomach drop. Were you breaking up with him?

"Yeah, of course, anything." he clasped his hands in yours tightly, holding onto you as if he was going to lose you any second. You smiled at his nervousness. "I'm not going to break up with you, don't worry." You watched him physically untense against your body.

"Are you pregnant? his eyes were darting over your face, looking for any kind of hint from your body language. "No! I'm not pregnant. Just let me talk!" your laugh gave him some sense of comfort. It always had been a comfort for him, even if you didn't like your laugh. His day would always get better the moment he was able to make you laugh. It was his favorite part of each day. He listened attentively, his intense glare making you slightly nervous.

Your hands were clammy and gripping Steve's impossibly tighter. "Let's say that I have a secret, and I don't want to tell you because it could make you think differently of me." Steve normally refrained from interrupting you, he hated when people would talk over you and he always noticed how upset it made you. But he couldn't stop himself.

"Y/n, baby. You don't have to tell me. I trust you." Steve's comforting brown eyes looked into yours, letting you know he was genuine. "I trust you completely." you would have melted to the floor if you weren't so incredibly nervous. You nodded in response, eternally grateful to have found such a considerate person to spend your time with.

"I have something to tell you too, if it's okay with you?" he sits on the floor with you, wanting to have your full attention before he confessed.

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" you laughed, making him smile. Steve watched you, he couldn't think of a better way to spend his time with you, making you laugh.

"No, actually the opposite." he ignored your confused face and took a deep breath as he wiped his hands on his jeans nervously. "I've been thinking about this for a while and I think I should tell you. You don't have to say it back or anything." he stood up, his legs feeling restless.

Steve had been working up to this moment for an entire week. He even practiced in front of his mirror. "I'm just gonna start by saying that you look so beautiful today. Not that you don't look beautiful every day!" he stutters out, making you smile. It was heartwarming how flustered he was when talking about his feelings.

"I've spent so long looking for someone like you, and I want you to know how much I appreciate you. You're gorgeous but what I really like about you is how...great you are." he chuckles nervously. He was at a loss for words all of the sudden. You could tell he was stuck in his thoughts. "Steve baby just tell me, you can tell me anything."

He chuckles. "That's what I like about you." he sighs and sits back down, building up for a dramatic finish to his nervous monologue. "I'm in love with you, Y/n. I have been more months, you're my everything and I just want to be with you every second of every day." he brushes the hair out of his face and waits patiently for a response.

You were expecting something upsetting, but it was a pleasant surprise. "I love you too, Steve." despite it being a small step in your relationship with Steve, it felt like everything had changed. As if you both fell more in love with each other.

"I have a surprise for you later, we should probably get back to class." Steve helped you up and pulled you in for a long kiss. After a good amount of time, he pulled back for air. "I am so in love with you, Y/n." the lights flickered. You let it slip and the lights flickered from the pure excitement and love flowing through your veins. Steve jumped out of habit. "Stupid lights probably need to be replaced." you were frantically thinking of something to say to get back on topic.

"It's okay, we'll find a better closet." he chuckles. Steve left first so nobody would see both of you coming out of the small room at once.

After school, you hurried to Steve's car while he was jamming out to the radio. "Ready to go?" you slip into the passenger seat and admire his strange dancing. "Earth to Steve.." you wave a hand in front of his face, making him turn down the radio and turn his body to face you. "Before we go, I just want to say you look fucking amazing today. I love you." Steve was obviously laying it on thick, but you enjoyed it if you were honest with yourself.

"Mm, let's go to your house then. You can show me how much you love me." Steve took that as his cue to take off. "Yes, ma'am."

When you got to Steve's place, you hardly closed the door before his lips were attached to your neck, giving you several love bites from your jaw to your collarbone. You let out small moans, from the satisfaction of finally being alone with him and the passionate affection from Steve. He loved hearing your noises, they only fueled the butterflies in his stomach when he remembered hearing "I love you too" leave your lips.

Steve had you pressed against the wall, his hard-on pressed against your thigh as he cupped your face. "See how much you affect me? It's like I can't get you out of my head," he mumbled against your lips, only millimeters from yours, building the tension between your bodies.

"I love you, Steve. I can't get you off my mind either." you knew exactly how to work him up. And it was definitely working.

"Jesus, you can't say those things.." he chuckles at how pathetically whipped he was for you. "We haven't even kissed yet, Steve." you thought it was hot that he was so worked up he forgot to kiss your lips.

He mentally scolded himself for not realizing it. "Let's change that." He took your face in his hands as he kissed you with a new passion, a more intense feeling of love, not lust. Pure love.

Wrapped up in the hot kiss, you were surprised when he picked you up with his large hands holding your ass. "I could hold you like this all day." he chuckles and kneads the soft skin of your ass and thighs before he gently set you down on his large bed. A perk of going to his house was that his parents were seldom home. He had the entire house to himself. Which meant sex anywhere, anytime.

"Fuck, gotta get all these clothes off of you.." he helped you take your clothes off before he took off his own. "Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" he smiled when you raised an eyebrow.

"Every day, but maybe you should tell me again." you laid beneath Steve, your hands tangled in his hair as he made out with you. Normally you would have begged him to get to the point but tonight was a different mood. You desired him, not just his body. To feel his arms around you, his warm breath against your neck whispering sweet nothings as he ran his hands up and down your delicate skin, feeling every scar and mark you had.

Steve wanted the same thing. He wanted you to understand that he was yours completely. He had been searching for somebody to be with for life. Someone to share every moment and milestone in his life. He wanted to be there for you, to be the one to make you happy, pleasure you, comfort you. He needed you, possibly more than you needed him.

"You are my everything, Y/n. You're all I need. All I want." Steve knew he was being super sappy right now, but he didn't care. Like clockwork, you knew just what to say to make him melt.

"I'm yours, Steve. I want this." that was the breaking point. He wasn't going to hold back now that he knew you felt the exact same. His hands groped your breasts, sinking down to suck on them as his right hand slid down to your pussy, cupping it gently.

Your moans only turned him on more. He smirked against the soft skin of your tits, his fingers lightly brushing against your clit. Your hips jerked up to meet his hand. "I barely touched you, sweetheart.." he looked at your flushed face. He revels in the blissed look across your face. Even though he teased, he adored you in every way.

His middle finger slid inside you, he watched the way your mouth gaped open and you let out a shaky moan. He added another, thrusting his two fingers inside you quickly, relishing in the way you moaned his name so sweetly. "Fuck Steve!" you gasped when he added yet another finger, three digits pumping into you with force.

"C'mon baby, I can feel you tightening around my fingers. You're making such a mess." the way he encouraged you and degraded you at the same time made you a mess in his grasp. You felt like you couldn't move like you were under his spell. His mouth moved to your neck, leaving more hickeys across your heated skin.

"Cum for me baby I know you're so close. Give it to me," he repeated that last sentence, groaning softly into your ear as he rubbed his hard-on into his mattress. Your hips were rolling to meet the fast pace of his fingers, and you could hear him panting quietly in anticipation. Steve was just as turned on as you. He could die happy just watching you.

Your legs were starting to shake already, and you grew closer to your release with each sweet kiss Steve placed on your tits and neck. "Oh god Steve keep going.." he nodded against your skin. Your orgasm ripped through your body. Your whole body felt like it was on fire like electricity was running through you. You let out a strangled loud moan as Steve rode you through your orgasm.

"So good for me," he pulled his fingers out, smiling when you whimpered from the empty feeling it gave you. He licked his fingers clean, noticing the way you squirmed as you watched him.

"Please. Need you so bad.." you begged for him, your limbs feeling shaky as excitement coursed through your veins. Steve felt on fire too. Steve pumped his cock a little bit, already hard and longing to feel your warm walls surrounding him as he pounded into you.

He caged his body over yours, his hands holding your wrists against the mattress. "Are you okay with this?" he gave you soft loving kisses, wanting to be as genuine as possible before he had his way with you. With your permission, of course.

"Yes, please Steve fuck me. Been waiting all day.." you let your head fall back onto the mattress as you whined out a pathetic beg. He smirked and kissed your head. "I won't keep you waiting then." he was very thankful you were on the pill, so he could feel the way you squeezed him before your release. He loved being so intimate with you.

Steve could barely keep his composure as he admired the way you laid underneath him, your chest rising and falling as you gasped out desperate tiny moans when he teased your entrance. "Stop teasing.." you whined out, your hips grinding against his cock to create some friction.

He inhaled sharply at the feeling. "Alright baby, behave." he pushed into you slowly, groaning your name softly. He felt you wiggle your hips again. "Eager aren't we?" he chuckles, out of breath a little bit. He was trying to hold back from thrusting into you with such force.

"Just fuck me already, I want you so bad." with that, he thrust into you as your nails dug into his shoulders. Steve could hardly think, the way your pussy felt against him made him weak in the knees. It was like you were made for him. It made him fall harder for you.

"Fuck you feel amazing, I wish we did this more often." he moaned as he listened to your pleas for him to go faster. He had a weak spot for your voice, it was music to his ears.

You two were often very busy. You both hardly had time or privacy to be intimate because of the six children following him around after school helping him with whatever he was doing and your life projects and nosy family members.

"Harder Steve, don't hold back, please. I really need this." Neither of you would admit this, but you both had so much life stress. Being so romantic and intimate also relieved some of that stress. You felt as if you were in your own little world with him. Just him, the closed curtains, and his king-sized bed, maybe a little jazz playing from time to time.

Steve captured your lips in his, his teeth gently biting your lip as you both held back loud moans. You reached your hands into his hair and pulled gently, making him shudder as he pounded into you. "Fuck do that again, please do it again." you blushed at the new-found kink that Steve possessed.

You would have been self-conscious about the wet noises and loud moans coming from you, but nobody was home except you and Steve. It was you and him against the world. The thought of being his and only his drove you crazy. You tugged at Steve's hair, hearing him moan your name. His thrusts became increasingly uneven. "Please tell me you're close baby. I don't know if I can keep going much longer." he was begging you to cum. The lights suddenly started to flicker harshly, you hadn't noticed at all.

Almost on command, you felt your orgasm hit you hard. "Fuck Steve!" you could only say those two words. Your brain was static as your limbs shook with the waves of pleasure washing over your tired body. Steve was hardly focused on his surroundings, but he was a tad bit worried about the lights. He didn't realize that all of the things sitting on his shelves were now scattered across the floor and a picture hanging on the wall had fallen off. Once Steve had fucked you through your orgasm, he filled you up with his cum.

Steve shakily held himself up as he pressed a kiss to your head. You could barely hear anything but the gasping from your mouths. "You are so pretty like this. Has anyone told you that you look like an angel?" he laughs when you hit his chest. You weren't smiling. You were panicking. The lights began flickering again.

You had been so utterly blissed out that you couldn't keep yourself from letting your powers go. "What's going on? I'm sorry this usually doesn't happen." He turned around and saw the objects on the floor and his face contorted in confusion. "What the hell?" He stood up.

You grabbed his hand. "Steve?" you were breathing heavily. You had to tell him. "This is what I wanted to tell you." Steve sat down next to you. He was extremely confused now. "What are you talking about?" he frowns.

"I did this. The lights, the stuff on the floor." Steve held your shaky hands in his. Everything started to make sense, he was worried he was cursed or something. "You have powers?" he now understood why you were so hesitant.

"Yes. I know I should have told you before but I didn't want to ruin what we have. I want to be with you so bad, Steve. I'm in love with you and I didn't want you to think I was some kind of freak." you felt Steve wrap his arms around your shaking body.

"You're not a freak, Y/n. You're my girlfriend. I could never think less of you, no matter what you do. I'm here for you for everything. I promised I would stay with you no matter what. Plus, it's kinda cool." he cleared his throat after his less serious sentence.

"I couldn't love you more. This is just a perk. My girl is a superhero." he pulled you in for a soft kiss. Steve smiled against your lips when he felt you hold onto him.

"Maybe we could try some new positions then? Like some cool positions with your powers-"

"Shut up."

//and that's it folks! I honestly think I'm getting better at writing smut, this is my second attempt at writing smut. Let me know if there's any weak spots!

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letshearitforthespacedads · 2 years ago

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Twin Flame - Pt 1 The Golden Child of Hawkins High

Twin Flame: Part 2

Being Steve Harrington’s twin had its perks. Okay, there were a lot of perks to being a Harrington. One downfall though was somehow getting involved with a group of Pre-Teens with a knack of finding trouble, a girl from the Hawkins Lab with superpowers, and whatever the hell just came out of Jonathan Byers’ wallpaper?! God, you were just trying to get through your Senior year. Who would have expected the biggest surprise of the year would be falling for Eddie Freaking Munson.

CW: Playing it fast and loose with the timeline baby, Twin!Harrington, reader talks about getting bullied, lots of plot and dialogue (sorry, but I wanna see Eddie and Reader fall in looooove), mentions of past trauma, hints that reader has some PTSD from S1, even though Steve dresses like a sailor reader has the mouth of one, not Beta read, eventual SPICE, Minors please advert your eyes and hit the road--this one isn’t for you, time jumps, tried to write reader as GN! as possible but I think some things slipped by me. Story starts in-between S1 and S2. This is just a summary of what happened during S1 because I am a lazy little goblin.

Gif not mine, Credit to the owner ;)

Hawkins, Indiana. How would you describe your hometown? You had once described Hawkins in a collage application letter as a ‘A breath of crisp fresh air compared to the rest of the world, a wholesome town, an American utopia you would be sad to leave behind’. If you were being honest, it was a town that smelled like cow shit that was filled with close minded assholes. And quite possibly, the literal Gate to Hell. Or at least, that’s what the other locals referred it to. You referred to it as the Upside Down. Or at least, the Kids told you that was what it was called.

You were one of the lucky ones. The luckiest an outcast in a small town could be you supposed. You had been born to a well-respected family, a wealthy family, and your twin had better hair than Farrah Fauset. They called him ‘King Steve’. Ugh, you swore you could have barfed the second the new nickname had left Tommy H’s lips for the first time.

But that just made you even more lucky. Instead of being outcast as a nerd and trampled over by other teens trying to reach the peak of the social hierarchy ladder, simply because of your last name, you had become boosted to a Throne yourself. Of course, you would never be held in the same regard as your twin, but Tommy H in all his elitist douchbag glory, that only those who peaked in High School seem to have. Tommy H. had graced you with a nickname that had spread equally as fast as your brothers, ‘The Golden Child of Hawkins High’. You actually barfed the second you heard that one.

You we’re sure Tommy H. had only said as a backhanded compliment of sorts, to try and demean you, make you feel insecure. Even though him being so close with your brother made the two of you almost constantly forcefully interact, you had loathed each other since the day you had met. But surprising to both of you the other popular kids at School just ran with it. They had even started talking to you when Steve wasn’t around, asking you to come over to their houses to help tutor them, admiring your grades, their parents often commenting on how they wish you were one of their kids, you were frequently asked on dates, even got invites to Home Coming and Prom during your Sophomore year.

You were even once in the running for the yearbooks ‘Prettiest Teen in Hawkins’ (which had been mortifying for you). You may not have had Steve’s hair, but you were good-looking. As all members of the Harrington clan were. Another tally to add to the privilege board.

You were sure without your name, looks, and brother you would be tortured and bullied relentlessly by the mass of hormone ridden idiots who littered the halls of Hawkins High mouth agape and heads empty. You were in band for god’s sake. Tommy H and Carol wouldn’t have ever been caught dead in Steve’s car with anyone else from Band. But you were aware of what made you different.

You loved Steve; you really did. He was your brother, your twin. He had been your best friend since birth, literally. But over the past few years he had become different, he had become a bully. Not the same brother who would always push you on the swing set in your backyard, or the kid who never hesitated to buy ice cream for a neighbor who didn’t have the cash when the ice cream truck made its rounds, even if it meant he didn’t get a cone with a scoop favorite flavor that day.

You blamed Tommy H. mostly, but knew Steve had to take accountability for his own shitty behavior. He knew better, you knew he knew better. But he was embarrassed and insecure you guessed and didn’t want to look weak or lame to his new ‘COOL’ friends. You were happy when he first started showing interest in Nancy Wheeler during the summer before your Senior year.

She wasn’t like his other friends. She was kind to everyone and was determined as hell. You hadn’t spoken to her much since she had only a Freshman during both Steve and your Junior year, but you had both shared a few honors classes because she was smart, like really smart, maybe even smarter than you. And she one hell of a writer.

You had been at your desk, quietly writing a paper, listening intently to your new cassette on your Walkman, drumming along to the beat with your free hand when he quickly opened the door and then quickly slammed it shut behind him. The minute Steve had entered your room unannounced, almost tearing your door off the hinges before throwing himself face first onto your bed; clutching one of your pillows tightly and burying himself in the fluff, you knew what was about to happen.

He started rambling about her before you could even remove your headphones. Nancy. About her big blue eyes, how cute her laugh was, and how her hair was always soft and smelled like flowers he didn’t know the names to. You smiled to yourself knowing he was done for. You removed your headphones, placing them around your neck.

Turning your neck slightly, you said in a taunting tone. “Didn’t catch that last one lover boy.”

“I said she’s perfect, she’s PERFECT” He whined closing his eyes as if he was in pain.

“So, what’s the problem then?” You asked fully turning in your chair to look at him. Your paper long forgotten at this point.

“She’s just-“ He thought for a minute trying to pick his next words carefully. In all honesty he just had this unexplainable pull towards her.

“Not an idiot?” You offered simply.

“Exactly!” Steve shouted sitting up in your bed and turning to face you. “She’s so smart, so smart and just ugh, beautiful-like I can’t believe how beautiful she is.” He rambled on, gesturing with his hands wildly as you pillow fell to his lap.

“And what? Your worried you’re going to blow your chance with her?” You questioned again, leaning back in your chair to get more comfortable as your twin opened-up to you about how he was feeling. A rare occurrence these days as he usually spoke to Tommy H.

Steve groaned, falling back into your bed. “Exactly.” He ran his hands over his face, groaning in frustration.

“Here’s some advice, just be yourself Steve. Don’t rely on the hair, or the corny pickup lines, and don’t listen to anything Tommy H. says, him and Carol have broken up at least 80 times this year. He’s a moron,”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re smart and have like, cool hobbies. All I can do well is sports and keg stand’s”

“Wait!” You shouted, leaning in dramatically. “Are you saying keg stands aren’t cool?”

Steve threw the pillow at your face, but you laughed catching it easily after it had made contact with your cheek before continuing. “So, I’ve been practicing all year for this year’s Halloween party, and no one is going to think I’m cooooooool?”

“You are so not helping.” Steve whined.

“Steve it’s cool, I mean, you’re cool. You don’t have anything to worry about. Just don’t be a jerk and everything will work out fine.” Trying to comfort your dumb brother, who was stressing for no reason. You meant what you said, beside the bully thing, he was actually very cool. “Now get out of my room jerk.” You threw the pillow back at him. “I have to get this paper finished.” You turned back to your desk, scotting your chair closer so you could continue writing.

Steve stood up with a sigh, feeling a little better after your talk. Before he left, he decided to look over your shoulder at what you were writing, “What’s this even for?”

“Collage application letter” you said simply. Returning the headphone of your Walkman to your ears you pressed play.

“That’s not for another like 10 months, dork.” Steve said before ruffling your hair in a playful manor.

“BYE STEVE!” You shouted over the music blaring over your headphones. Using your hands to push his hands away from your head.

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You hadn’t expected much from your Senior year. The most exciting prediction you had going was that you might let Josh P. feel you up a few more times, then finally let him hit the home run he had been thirsting for since Freshmen Biology.

What you got instead was the disappearance and then Death of Will Buyers.

Your idiot brother vandalizing the movie theater you worked at Part-Time, was just another topping on the Shit Sundae this year was turning into. Making you climb the biggest ladder your boss could find just so you could clean up the hurtful trash him, Tommy H, and rest of the goon squad wrote in spray painted all over the marquess to bully and embarrass Nancy. Low blow, even for those scumbags.

The sprinkles, al la Shit Sundae were when Steve came crawling back to the movie theater offering to clean up his stupid mess. Getting the absolute ear chewing of a lifetime from you AFTER he had finished cleaning up the spray paint wasn’t enough. You forced him to drive to Jonathan Byers house and apologize. Apologize for the camera he destroyed, the horrible things he had said about his little brother who had freaking DIED, and for what he had just put him and Nancy through for the sake of his own overinflated male ego.

You fumed the entire car ride to the Byers house mumbling under your breath about how stupid Steve had been. When Steve barged into the house thinking Jonathan had hurt Nancy, you swore you were going to kill him yourself. You followed behind him, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket yelling at him to calm down.

You were both stopped dead in your tracks by the state of the Byers’ house, losing your grip on Steve completely as you stared open mouthed at the chaos of the living room. “You uh, remodel?” You said dumbly.

You know the death of will had taken a toll on Joyce Byers, it was no secret in the town she had gone loopy. Well, more loppy. Especially since she never showed up to Will’s funeral. But this was, a whole other level of crazy. Things escalated quickly from there, Nancy with a gun, the lights going crazy. And Oh! let’s not forget the literal DEMON crawling out of the freaking wallpaper.

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up back inside the house with Steve after you had both fled to his car, but in an instant you and Steve were back in the Byers’ house wielding some of Steve’s practice bats taking turns dealing out calculated and deadly swings to the wallpaper demon before hightailing it down a boobytrapped hallway. Steve had never been one to run away, and you had never been one to leave your twin hanging.

Everything was a blur after that. A lab, a girl with powers like the freaking X Men, breaking into the school with the town sheriff, Will being alive and stuck in an alternate dimension? Jesus when had your life become a comic book?

With all these events happening over the course of a few days, you still had to admit-it wasn’t the craziest thing that had happened during your Senior year.

The Cherrie on your Senior year Shit Sundae was fact you fell, head over heels, heart pounding, googly heart eyes in love with the school weirdo, Eddie Munson. And he definitely hit a home run.

AN: Alright ya’ll here’s ya fun little intro to the Reader and what you’ve been through, Hope you liked it, and if you didn’t-please accept my sincerest apologies. I know the timeline is a little loopy, but like just stick with me, kay? Anyways, let me know if you like and all that stuff. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs make my heart go all pitter patter.

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asirensrage · 2 years ago

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📒 Supernatural, Crowley x reader (GN or F)

He deserves to be loved dangit! Maybe something about him feeling a little insecure because of his human life and Mother's abandonment so reader shows him how much he's loved? Fluff or spicy is up to you 😉

Okay, I'm sorry this took so long lol. I haven't watched SPN in ages and haven't written for Crowley...ever lol. I hope you enjoy it.

Title: Worth More Fandom: Supernatural Rating: PG Pairing: Crowley x OC Warnings: None? Mention of feeling alone and unloved?

You find him at the bar.

It isn’t hard. After the events of the last few days, you didn’t expect him to be far. Not when he wasn’t feeling…like he used to. You slide into the seat next to him and signal the bartender.

“Come to gloat?”

You glance at Crowley. “Came looking for you.”

He doesn’t look at you. Instead, he finishes the scotch he’s drinking before signalling to the bartender who finally makes their appearance.

“A beer, please,” you ask. You wait until the bartender serves you both and leaves. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?”

You take a sip of the beer and wait. It’s barely a moment before the King of Hell turns to you.

“You know what it feels like? Everything you’ve done for those idiots, for everyone,” he snarls. “And you get nothing. I’ve gotten nothing. From them, from my moth–” he cuts himself off.

You take another sip before you set the beet down and grab one of his hands. “I do,” you say softly. “I know what it feels like when the world…it feels like it’s dragging you down and nothing you do will ever be enough, but that’s not true. Crowley, it’s not.”

He looks at you, tears building up in his eyes and you begin to wonder how long it’s been since he actually let himself feel something. Since he fully could. “They never loved me.”

“I know,” you say, giving him a small smile. “Some people, they don’t. They can’t. It doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of it though. It doesn’t mean that no one does.”

He looks at you then, eyes meeting yours and you think for a second you see something like recognition in his gaze. “That so?”

You look away first. “Of course. I mean…not everyone announces it. Sometimes it’s little things you do. People fall in love all the time, even with strangers. Pretty sure there’s a song about it.”

“No one loves me,” he scoffs. “Been proven.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” you say. You pull up whatever courage you have and prepare to deal with this outcome. It’s not the scariest thing you’ve faced, even if it feels like it. “Because I do.”

“What?”

You take a sip of the beer, holding the movement will help, let alone the alcohol. You swallow tightly, trying to ignore any nerves that creep up your spine and churn in your stomach.

Crowley does not let you ignore this. He turns the stool you’re sitting on the face him. “You love me?”

You nod. “I mean, yeah. Can’t help it. Must be the snark,” you quip. The truth was, you didn’t know how it happened or why. You just found yourself looking forward to seeing him, to interacting with him and having him give you that smug smirk he always seemed to wear.

“Come now, darling,” he says. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” you say. “It’s true and just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

He still doesn’t look like he believes you, but you weave your fingers between his and hold his hand. His grip tightens slightly.

“I told you because you should know,” you say softly. “You’re loved, Crowley. At the very least by one lousy human.”

“You’re not lousy, love. You’re worth more than the rest of the world.”

You give him a soft smile. “You are too.”

He doesn’t say anything else, but he also doesn’t let go of your hand. You both sit there, sides pressed against each other, hand in hand as you continue drinking. Together.

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youreyeslookliketheocean · 3 years ago

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youreyeslookliketheocean’s DSMP Fic Recs!!

Figured it was about time for one of these... :)

Mostly SBI-centric because they’re my favorite dynamic. I’ll probably add to this list as time goes on, and I also want to go back through my ao3 history and find some lesser-known fics I really enjoyed to rec them all. But for now...

* oneshot ** unfinished work

** the lights go out (my heart goes still) by curseworm

With his old home unwelcoming and his new one gone, Tommy is alone. After hours of staggering through the freezing snow, he finds a cabin.

Technoblade’s cabin.

He hides himself away in the deepest corner he can find, taking only what he needs to survive, wasting away in the cold and the dark. He’s petrified at the thought of being found out, terrified of what he thinks Techno would do to him.

When Techno finds his injured teenage brother huddled in a filthy little cave beneath his basement, the rage he feels is immeasurable. The voices demand blood, and blood he will give them. Dream won’t be getting away with this one.

(On the other side of the world, in a country that floats on a man-made lake, Philza gets himself in a bit of a pickle.)

** The hearth down under by Crystalquill

A tiny change gives Tommy the courage to flee to the Nether instead of the cold tundra, finding an unlikely ally in the midst of a fiery hellscape.

But tiny changes can alter the course of history. The SMP will never be the same.

(Lots of cool Nether worldbuilding in this one!!)

to be a wanderer, wandering by hydrangeasheart

Tommy's feet drag in the snow.

It's so, so cold. He's so cold. His toes are freezing. His exposed shins feel like they’ve been cut open-- even the one that’s bandaged. His wings have gone numb, which is almost, almost good, because now he can’t feel the shifting, broken bones inside of the left one, just under feathers and muscle.

He doesn’t know why he’s still walking.

Or, Tommy leaves the exploded ruins of Logstedshire behind, and walks until he finds somewhere safe.

And things keep going from there.

(A canon-divergent AU, splitting off somewhere around when Tommy started hiding out below Techno's house.)

that’s, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know (and then “as long as i’m here”, and “he’s my brother, i just raise him”)

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade.

passerine by thcscus(blujamas)

Do I really need to put the summary here? Pretty much everyone knows this fic. Also, though, if you enjoy this one you should totally read thcscus’ connected fic, “shrike”!! It’s only at 2 chapters right now but it’s already really good and has this dark, foresty aesthetic I love...

not with a bang but with a whimper by dip_dyed_ghost

He knows Tubbo doesn’t care about him anymore. He knows that. He’s been shown that. But it doesn’t stop Tommy from caring about him. He brushes the pads of his fingers over the compass’s glass and wonders how he’s doing, if he’s tired of it all yet, if he needs help. He watches the way it points strongly in the direction over the ocean. He hopes he’s alright.

Even after everything, he hopes he’s alright.

During his exile, Tommy finds a drugged and hurt Tubbo on his doorstep. He can’t not help him.

(This one has a neat take on potions, in my opinion. Also it’s only 4 chapters so it’s a quick read!)

take this compass, follow it home by lightning_anon

Tommy's a fuck up, he can't pay attention, and never sits still. He taps his hands, pushes people away, and has never had a best friend. He's a screwed up, forgotten kid lost in the foster system. He's also just been placed with a new family. Tommy knows how this goes, he never ends up staying long. After all, no one wants a fuck up like him.

Why would this house be any different?

Or: the obligatory sleepy bois foster fic, but with a focus on the neurodivergent kids that inevitably get lost in the system.

(Genuinely want to see more books like this in original fiction. It’s part of what inspired my newest og wip, “To Build a Home.” So sweet and I feel like I had my eyes opened to some neurodivergent tendencies I never knew existed. I read this in a day and can’t rec it enough.)

bloodlines by youreyeslookliketheocean

Tommy’s an orphan on the run from his previous guardian. Philza’s a king who prides himself on keeping his kingdom in an era of peace. Wilbur’s the crown prince, and Techno’s right beside him as his adopted brother. When Phil’s kingdom of Pogtopia is threatened by the bloodvines—a strange, brainwashing plant infecting many of the surrounding kingdoms—the four must work together to keep the kingdom, and their family, safe. --- A royal au sbi fic... + the bloodvines, for spice.

(Yes I’m self-promoting. But, in my defense, I’m very proud of it. If you checked it out it would mean the world to me :’))

Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather.

Another fic I think pretty much everyone knows about. Listen, listen... I was once an idiot who said “Oh no, I’ll never read Heat Waves. It’s irl, not characters, and it’s probably cringe”... No. I was so wrong. This fic is wonderfully written, with a pretty quick moving plot and great characterizations. You do need an ao3 account to access it, though. Just to let you know. (Also read “Helium”, unfinished and hasn’t updated in awhile, but it’s the continuation).

Guitar Strings and Keyrings are What it Takes to Build a Home by Anonymous

Techno was adopted by Phil when he was 12 years old.

He'd been enjoying his morning before Phil came to him asking if he would mind them taking in another kid. Against his better judgement, Techno agrees and ends up with two new foster brothers who he was determined to not get attached to, no matter what.

Tommyinnit’s unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii

“I uh,” Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. “I think your powers are broken? It’s not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don’t feel insecure. Everyone’s power stop working sometimes… I think.”

Sheesh, this is very awkward. Why is no one else talking? Why is Philza looking at him like he grew three heads? Why is the Blade staring at him so intensely? Why is Willow still frozen?

“Did I, did I hit a nerve? Yikes,” Tommy hisses, “Well um,” He steps back, bracing his legs and bending his knees, “This was like super fun, but I’m - I’mma head out.”

or,

in which Tommy manages to annoy the hell out of Phil, Techno and Wilbur by being both impossible to catch and irritatingly endearing.

or or,

a crack fic where Tommy is a vigilante and Phil, Techno and Wilbur are the heroes hunting him down.

(Feel like I am obligated to say how incredibly funny this fic is. Seriously. I have a distinct memory of sitting on my neighborhood park’s swing, giggling hysterically, while reading this. Well...until the end... but we won’t get into that...)

** bones in the ocean by bunflower

“Your reputation precedes you, y’know.”

“Does it, now?” Philza watches him coyly from where he’s now leaning against the wall, arms folded around his chains and gaze half-lidded, his lips curled in an arrogant, cat-like smirk.

“The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder… how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found—not another soul in sight. So,” He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, “—tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?”

OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.

(Is this fic considered popular like passerine/Heat Waves now? Cause I feel like it’s reputation precedes itself, at this point... Pirate au.)

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Okay! That’s it for now. Like I said, though, I want to add to this over time and also dig back for some older things I’ve read. Also, if you have any recs feel free to send them in! I’m about to go back to school and therefore might not have time for reading fun stuff, but whenever I get the chance I’d love to check them out!!!

Happy Reading!!

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soupbabe · 4 years ago

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hi i had seen you did the crusaders with a chubby s/o but i was wondering if you can do one with the duwang gang and a chubby s/o? please and thank you king!

Part 4 characters w a Chubby! S/O

Did I extend this to more than the Duwang Gang? Yea. Why? Because everyone in jjba would love and spoil a chubby S/O. Araki told me himself it's canon

Josuke Higashikata

He really isn't one to focus on looks in a relationship

The first thing he would love about you would be your personality, it's just a plus that you have a nice body !!

Literally you are so perfect to him omg he can't help but to smile like an idiot when you're around

On the weekends/during summer break when you're not in your school uniform and just a pair of shorts and a tank top he just melts omg

You look so good!! He's respectful with it and not roaming his eyes everywhere, but that won't stop his blushing when he sees your plush form walking over to him

He loves your thick thighs so much

Perfect pillows for when he's having a rough day

When spending time together he will do anything he can just so he can lay down on your thighs

Sometimes when you both are getting ready to go to bed he does it and lets you comb your fingers through his hair

Okuyasu Nijimura

I do headcanon Okuyasu as a bit chubby so in my mind he has no room to judge

Not that he would in the first place

First time he saw you he (not so subtlety) whispered to Josuke that he thought you were hot

He would want to hug you so much and be all over you

You're just really soft to him and like?? It's heaven

Dates to Tonio's is a must

You're a growing y/n he has to treat you right

Please don't be insecure about eating in front of him, he's literally the best at making an atmosphere more comfortable

His favorite part of you might be your chubby cheeks

He enjoys squishing them from time to time, lovingly calling them your "chipmunk cheeks"

Koichi Hirose

A lot of characters in this aren't the shallow type and Koichi is no exception!

You're just so nice and caring towards him it just makes his heart go fast around you

Absolutely loves holding your chubby hands they're just so soft to him and so comforting

Same with hugs he loves getting hugs from you

Yea it leaves him a blushing mess but it's so worth it

He loves laying on your big tummy so much

He could easily fall asleep, face buried in the soft flesh

Probably the best sleep he got, would recommend sleeping on a chubby y/n again

Rohan adores chubby bodies

Rohan Kishibe

Loves giving you designer clothes

Plus if you're more confident in yourself, it makes him like 3x more attractive omg

You look so pretty/handsome/whatever you prefer when the clothes he bought you bring out your favorite parts of your body and your curves

He loves drawing you so much

He calls you his muse a lot

If you're ever having one of those bad days where your body doesn't just "look right" to you, Rohan would simply tell you that you're very attractive and that there's nothing to worry about

Later on he would show you all of his drawings of you, capturing your beauty like no other

Hell, he could take a tiny insecurity like a double chin and make it look like the prettiest thing to exist in his artwork

He loves your stretch marks so much

When you two have the down time to just do nothing but be lazy in bed, he loves tracing them in silence

Yoshikage Kira

This man doesn't care what you look like

You only got his attention when your hands touch when he dropped something and you went to give it back to him

Yes, he usually went for slim, more feminine hands, but yours was just so soft and he thought your chubby little fingers were the cutest

Although you weren't a Mona Lisa, he still was a changed man

It was then when he saw the rest of you and thought that you were stunning

He checked his watch, mentally cursed himself for running late to work

He gave you a business card with his number on it and asked you out to lunch as a thank you

He loves having lunch with you

You two holding hands while you both talked about your day was the highlight of his

He loves giving you rings and watches, he thinks it just makes your hands shine through and he says that you deserve to be pampered

That being said he absolutely loves your hands

How his slender and somewhat bony fingers perfectly fit with your pudgy ones makes him smile

Yukako Yamagishi

Oh you're perfect to her!

So soft, you're like her personal teddy bear!

It's surprising if your self esteem hasn't risen even a little bit once you're with her

She loves complementing you so much

Will steal your clothes

And guess what.

She's another character I headcanon as plus size so you both are going to be stealing each others clothes

Best home cooked meals wow

Will make sure you get everything you need and aren't skipping meals

She would be so scary if she finds out that you aren't taking care of yourself

She cannot choose her favorite part of you

You ask her and she will say all of the above

Toshikazu Hazamada

He doesn't get out much tbh

I'll be honest anime/manga has definitely risen his expectations when it comes to appearance for a s/o

Gotta wait til he gets humbled shorter if you ever want to be with him

By then he should get it through his head that not everyone is going to have the flat stomach or big muscles as anime might have him believe

I feel like after that he might be open to collecting more diverse anime figurines, including the cute chubby anime mascots you can find online

When you said that you had feelings for him he grew so flustered that he actually accepted

It doesn't matter what you really look like to him anymore, if you like him he would like you back

Please let him sit in your lap and let him hug you

Would constantly suggest you to cosplay a character from his figurine collection

He wants his anime fav come to life you would make him so happy

Something just tells me that he would really like flabby arms tbh

The feeling of your squishy arms around him when you two hug makes his heart go so fast and his face so red

Loves cuddling up and laying his head on your arms

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iamdarkness · 3 years ago

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Taboo

Alfonse x Summoner.NSFW 18+

This one goes to the people who wanted an Alfonse Summer atl. At least we got Freyr.

Taboo: from Tongan tabu ‘set apart, forbidden’

Summoner POV

As a person who comes from the “World of Steel” I am be very used to most levels of nakedness in people. I mean, when you do P. E. at school or when you go to the gym or running at the park, or the beach, and watch TV; we are all bombarded by all kinds of nakedness. We are used to looking at other people’s bodies as something normal.

When I got to Askr I met heroes of all kinds and many of them are just like me in that they find levels of nakedness normal. Take Hawkeye for for example. He is quite a gentleman and in his culture it is quite normal to be half naked.

Leading the heroes I got used to them and their bodies enough that I view most of them with a more clinical eye, like a doctor would. When they are wounded and I help treat them, I see their bodies just as a doctor would. The same goes when I see them in the beach or the spring. This make them much more comfortable around me. So much so that some of the heroes have tried to play tricks on me and see me crack.

Like the time the most unlikely pair, consisting of Niles and Henry played a trick on older Ike. They took his clothes when he was in one of the baths, locked his room and hid his clothes in my office (which is attached to Alfonse’s). They told him not to worry “ The Summoner is asleep.” I was definitely not asleep and saw the guy in all of his muscular glory. Did I get flustered? Not really. I mean at first it was like “WTF”, but I was not ogling the guy! He was all freaked out, and I got worried. Besides, I have seen him almost naked before. What is a little more skin? Well it wasn’t little to be fair…it was actually quite a lot…

I was quietly reading a report on my writing desk, all hunched over, when he came silently in and stood right in front of me. I waited for him to talk. I thought it was Alfonse at first, coming to get my report, so I did not even say anything. I am used to him just coming in and sit to wait for me to finish my work quietly. Then Ike stands just in front of the desk and I look up to see a mop of dark blue hair over his “Ragnell”. I look all the way up to see Ike looking over at the bookcase behind me. He was not yet aware I was awake.

-Ike? What are you looking for?- I ask calmly looking back to the bookcase behind me to see what he was looking for. I hear a yelp and something heavy falling down. I look around and find him on the floor covering himself with his hands. His eyes were wide opened and he could not talk for a second. He just kept opening and closing his mouth and said “ I can explain.”in a strangled voice. Alfonse chooses that exact moment to come inside and finds me standing up to give Ike my coat so he can cover himself up. What does he see? I am undressing my self in front of Ike and Ike is naked on the floor.

...NICE…

Yes we were able to clear that up. Alfonse even laughed about it and still does sometimes, but that was only the beginning.

Some time later Dieck comes inside the study Alfonse and I use in the library. Now we all know Dieck always uses the bare minimum on clothes, but this time he is wearing only his pants and boots. As soon as he comes in, he starts taking his pants off (And of course he is not wearing underwear) and looks at Alfonse and say.

-Oh Your Majesty is here too? Oh don’t worry; I don’t mind.- He now is butt naked and kicking his boots off. I turn to Alfonse with a ‘WTF’ face and I see him tomato red and very angry. He looks at me and…Why…is he angry at me too? What did I do?

-Dieck… what the hell is going on?- I ask calmly because I feel Alfonse is going to blow a gasket and any loud noise will set it off.

-I am here for the check up.- He says simply and his smile falters a little, looking sideways at Alfonse. I focus on his face like it is a normal conversation. Doctors and nurses can do this and so can I.

-What check up?

-The one you ordered to check our birthmarks and scars, just in case we are killed and there is no other way to identify our bodies.- I turn to Alfonse and I give him a questioning look, but he appears to not have heard anything except the “the one you ordered”. He is looking at us both angrily back and forth.

-Umm…Well now that you mentioned it… It sounds like a good idea, but I have never given that order. Whoever told you that? -Still focused on the face.

-One of the soldiers…so it is not true?- He asks now red in the face, which is very weird because this man has no sense of shame when it comes to showing off. Then he goes to cover himself with his hands, but too late Dieck, I already saw it all.

-Well no, but it is a good idea, right Alfonse?- I say thoughtfully. He seemed to have regained his senses and is now still red, but his face is lowered and he just nods.

-Oh…I should go then and find that (he whispers some curses under his breath)…I… -He takes his pants and puts them on. I start making a note about the idea to tell Anna.- I am sorry ______.

- Don’t worry Dieck. No harm done. This has happened before and just so you know I liked the idea, but if we do make it happen, it would be a member of the healing team doing the check up.- He looks skeptically at Alfonse who is pinching the bridge of his nose and has his eyes closed. You know, that face he does when he is about to lose his patience? Well that one.

-Oh! Thanks for letting me know.

-I want to know if you can identify the soldier that told you this. Please see me tomorrow after breakfast,at the training ground.- Alfonse tells Dieck and there is a determined look on his face. Dieck looks back at him and with just the same look, agrees to it.

At the end we did use that idea, but meanwhile I had four other heroes coming in to undress in my presence. One of them being Lady Camilla who agreed to dismember whoever was the culprit of the trick. The other was Libra who looked about to faint when he was informed he had been tricked by someone. King Claude, who laughed about it and congratulated whoever had bested him in his kind of game; and finally Sonia, who paraded around the room, even after I told her it was not necessary for her to undress. The culprit ended up being Xane ,and Marth was not lenient with him. Neither was I. I mean whoever plays a trick like that on Libra?! Yes! He is a guy!

This keeps happening periodically, specially with new heroes. It is like some kind of hazing ritual.

At this point I have seen at least one version of all the heroes naked for one reason or another and like I said before, they seemed to be very comfortable around me and my professionalism.

Yet I, being myself can’t get used to showing much of my own body due to my insecurities. I mean I may exercise and maybe train but I keep myself still kind of covered up almost all the time. It is a uniform after all. I even have to wear that tiara they gave me. I look like royalty XD

Askr itself has it’s own norms and they are far more conservative when it came to dress codes and overall behavior. I mean Alfonse sometimes sounds like I imagine my great grandpa sounded back in the day. And this is when I realized something. I have never seen Alfonse in any kind of undress and…It kind of bother me. Why? Because he was the only one person I was attracted to in all of Askr. I loved that man’s mind, heart, personality and skill…in everything he did.

I knew I was in love with Alfonse at this point, but it had taken another Alfonse showing a little chest to understand that I was the the most sexually frustrated of all my life and that looking at his chest was doing things no one else had done in their entire nakedness. Hell not even porn or hentai had given me the high I got from imaging my Alfonse in that outfit. I mean…not that I used to watch porn or hentai. I know what they are, but the time I did watch, it was all meh. I even thought it was funny. I mean, who isn’t curious about that ? I suppose we have all gone at least once and taken a look at it? Right?…right?

I remember plain as day I stood there stunned into silence, and probably mouth agape the whole time. I must have looked like an idiot or a pervert! My Alfonse was red as a tomato and trying so hard to avoid my gaze. At the end of the day, the only thing I got out of him was a little laugh and a small “I am so glad, we do not share that costume here in Askr.”

…..FUCK!

I find my self starting at his UN-globed hands when he is drinking tea or eating. I try not to, but the white smooth surface of the back of his hands contrast with the rough calloused fingers, so used to gripping sword and shield. They can also play the sweetest of sounds on a violin and I find that so sexy. Those same long white fingers so tempting and beautiful in their strength and skillfulness. Sometimes I stop my self from wondering how they would feel and...<<What them fingers do Alfonse?!! No ! Stop!>>

It is true I touch him often. Touch is my love language and even though I always make sure to give people that do mind, their personal space, I do know that Alfonse does not mind. Alfonse may not be a huger, but it does not mean he does not enjoy being touched by people he holds close to him or for them to be near him. Also yes, I have helped him with his wounds but, most of the time I am to damn worried to actually take time to enjoy the touch of his skin and to be hones I find that quite a violation of trust, so I do not indulge in it.

Sometimes he has caught me starting at the brim of his scarf and under-armor for a glimpse of his neck and I feel so embarrassed by it, but the thought of kissing him there is so tempting to me and I long so much to see past that barrier. He always covers himself again when he sees it is revealing more that that fraction of his neck… And Lord above! Is he smiling?

The curse of all of this is, that yes we have Summer here in Askr, but it is not as hot and you have to travel to the beach to be seriously hot. He has never gone to the beach with us, since I arrived here. I am not counting the times we do go, because Anna comes up with some scheme to raise money for the order, because we all wear the uniform then. Whenever he goes to the hot spring; he does it by himself, when Sharena and I are doing something else. Even while going to the river he wears long sleeves, because …bugs. I have asked Sharena and she just answered that she had not noticed and why I was interested….Oh you know…scientific purposes Sharena…

At first I feel so sad and rejected. Fine…I get it. You are not interested in me and do not welcome my intrusive looks…but…he gives me so many mixed signals! Why is he so close at meetings and I can feel his fingers touching mine. He has taken my hands in his many times. When another hero flirts with me he always appears out of nowhere with knitted brows and a disapproving stare. Prince Hrid came to say ‘Hi’ once and to talk to me, and next thing I know Alfonse drops everything to be next to me as well. Hrid even asked me if we were engaged ! I wish Hrid!

Well I suppose that is what friends do right? Maybe he does not want me falling in love with a hero and leaving Askr while they need me here. But I talked to him already. I am not returning “home” and I am not leaving…because…How can I leave and not see him again? Not that I wanted to return “home” to begin with, and it seemed impossible to fall in love with someone else other than him.

I have seen heroes flirting with him as well, and he seems unimpressed by any of them. I have heard other heroes telling the rejected ones, “He has eyes only for the Summoner.” …But what had they seen that I don’t? So I go and ask Sharena and she just laughs it up and says to give him time. He is shy and self conscious.

…So he does like me, but is very shy and very busy and very self conscious and insecure? OK…I can work with that. Like a great elf king said once; “I am patient; I can wait.” But not that much cause I’m not an elf.

Then Lif came and I thought “Hell! Even his grandpa show more skin than him!”

Lif came like a shadow from the grave that will take your last breath. To be honest, he looked more like Death than Hel herself. Except… He was HOT. I felt bad for even thinking that, when the Goddess of Death was trying to end us all, and most specially Alfonse. And you see, that is when I got angry. How the heck was an ancestor of the Askr royalty helping that crazy witch, end his descendants?

Lif attacked us and tried to, I suppose…kidnap me? He made a bee line to where I was standing and fell all the soldiers on his way. It was weird! I was about to bolt, because the training I had, would not stop the guy who just felled like twenty guys on his way, but something, not fear, took hold of me and I just…those eyes… It was like ten seconds in which I looked into his eyes and saw so many emotions in them, that I could not understand and then I could not move….ten seconds and he was already there in front of me, not attacking but there!

Alfonse came before Lif had taken me or whatever he was going to do. He ended up with a bruised knee and ankle. I went to help him with some salves and bandages when we were done with the rest of the more serious injured people. He took off his shoe and rolled up the under armor. His ankle was not swollen and his knee was bruised but it was not swollen. I put some salve any way.

-What happened? I saw it from afar and felt I would not get there fast enough. Where was Dimitri?- He said a little angry, since King Dimitri was one of my supports alongside him and he was tasked today with being my guardian. I was still massaging his ankle not even thinking about it.

-They were circling us from the back and Dimitri had to fall back to take care of it…Umm…I don’t know what happened. It was weird. He looked at me and he just…

-I saw it too.- Said Sharena who came to stand behind Alfonse.- It was like he hit you with a spell.

-It didn’t feel, like a magic attack. I was more like… I don’t know…- I felt weird about it, so I just made some stupid joke to lighten the mood- Why didn’t y’all tell me your grandpa was so hot? Heh , heh, heh heh! What? It’s not my fault! He kind of looks like you Alfonse.- Hey I was nervous and I do this when I get nervous!

At first They gave me their “ Seriously?” stare, but Sharena catches on quick and starts laughing out loud. Alfonse? Well he scowls and close his eyes and then takes his foot away from my hands. What?? wait I didn’t get the chance to enjoy that! Damn! Next thing I know, he is taking his sock and starts putting in on. I see his smooth white skin peppered with… is that golden hair? Does it have a blue in it? and my throat closes dry. I follow his movements, as hypnotizing as a dance, rolling up that white sock that is taking away my hopes and dreams. Then the under armor goes down and boot on. It took him like ten seconds, that I totally did not count. Then his hands were covered as well.

I look up at him with my hands still hovering in the same place as when he took away his leg and see him smiling sideways. I compose myself and…Wait…What? Is he doing this on purpose? Seriously? And the worst part is, that it should not bother me at all, but the truth is…I am very bothered by it. He has become a some sort of taboo to me and GOD how I love the guy! If it was someone else like Robin who never looses that coat of his and globes; I would not care! But I love him Lord. Why is he like this? I used to thank God I was not one of those feet fetishes people, and now I will be dreaming of his feet. Thanks Alfonse!

Joking. I respect feet fetish people. To each their own.

The point is that I feel like those people in Victorian novels, where they get all hot and bothered by someone’s ankle showing more than normal! Oh but what an ankle that was tho’. Stop. Focus!

I resolve to see him as clinically as any other hero and not stare at the shape of his ears and think of how I want to whisper how much I love him while kissing it…Grrr…I’m doing it again.

Days later we see Lif again and Alfonse is cursed…We have nine days. Good thing Hel has not seen The Ring or it might have been only seven. Yeah I joke now, but back then I was about to commit murder and then kill myself…or something just as dramatic.

We searched for days, a way to undo the curse and we found nothing. You’d think I would have taken a page from Dean Winchester's book and played the “last days on Earth” trope to get into his pants; but to be honest nothing like that even crossed my mind at the time! I was so desperate to keep him alive that nothing else matter to me. He could have paraded naked in front of me at the time I was at the library and I would not have noticed…Well, maybe I would have, but it didn’t happen so it doesn’t count

Until the sixth night of the curse.

There was a knock at the door to my chamber. Oh! Did I mentioned we have a shared study? Because we do. It is between our chambers and it can only be entered from our rooms. It was his idea and it was for safety reasons. The nights I have spent sitting by the chimney staring at his door…but never mind that. He knocked at my chamber door and when I opened it, he was about to leave. He was wearing sleeping pants, a long sleeve night shirt and socks, all in white.

We had fallen asleep next to each other at the library before of course, especially during the days he was cursed. And yes we used to huddle together during our march through Nifl. It was effing cold OK. We also usually had our sleeping rolls next to each other during campaigns, because we fall asleep while talking or after a watch,but we had never slept together on a bed. Beds are…intimate to him I suppose.

This night however, he came in and he just goes on and sit on my bed. He said nothing. I sat next to him and reached over to give him a hug. He took this as his cue and hugged back and didn’t let go. He clung to me with such force I was starting to feel dizzy. I asked him to stay the night. He nodded and still said nothing. I blew out the candle I was using to read and we went to sleep while he hugged me tightly. It was no surprise to me, but it was not so much fear that I could see in him. It was so many emotions, that fear seemed to be the least of his problems; but of course he was afraid. We spend together the following nights of his curse. Funny thing is …all those nights I dreamed of his Grandpa, watching over from my balcony window.

And did I had a glimpsed of something while sleeping together? No. He came in and blew the candle out and by the time I woke up he was already awake. Not like I would have gone and taken advantage of his sleeping form to explore or something. I just thought later that if I had woken up before him, then may be I would have seen his shirt riding up or his pants lowered a little or maybe his sock had fallen off or something. Oh well…They were still the best nights of my life, even if they didn’t feel like that at the time. I mean, I got to be held like I was the most precious and sacred treasure in the world by my beloved. I would care for nothing else.

Then…Grandpa is actually Alfonse from the future…

Lif, as he goes by now, told us everything that had happened in his Askr. Which is weird because I had been dreaming of something like that and I thought it was stress.

We spent some days in that dead world and I got to see Lif a few times. He looked curious about me, but at the same time I noticed he was avoiding me. The way he looked at Sharena really broke my heart every time I caught him starting at her. In turn Sharena looked ready to adopt him, if only he would let her do it.

One of those night I was having a nightmare about me dying while I saw Anna drop dead as if by magic. I woke up to find Lif watching me from afar. I got up and went to talk to him before he ran away.

We talk for a while. I do not want to intrude on painful memories, but he seems to know me so well it feels natural to talk to him, just like it is to Alfonse.

-You two…you are not lovers yet?- He asks eyeing me sideways.

-No. Where you…?

-Yes. After the first attack. We spent some weeks fighting Hel together. Is he still playing hard to get then?-Oh and there it was.

-Oh! So it is not my imagination! God I thought I was going insane! Oh that Bunny suit messed me up! I love that chest!…wait. Is that why you have your chest out? - He nods.- And the glow…I noticed Thrasir does not have that glow and I love glow in the dark…ermm… It is an awesome design I have to say. I like it. It is sexy.- I felt bad for the lack of tact but at the same time he needed to know I did not find him ugly or scary any more.

-You were always odd like that Summoner.- He says that in his deep voice, and it conveys a lot of feelings.

Did he let me touch his chest? No…and I didn’t really ask to be honest. My respects to Lif. He gave up everything for us. I owe him a lot.

Well, now I knew for sure and I could confront him or let him keep doing it, or maybe just seduce him. It was strange. I always thought it only worked on men, but I guess it does work goes both ways! At least it help me to fall in love with his mind and heart first, not his body.

Next day we were walking out of Lif’s castle when the floor gave in and Alfonse and I fell through it. Luckily it was not even high, but I am not as tall as Alfonse and with my luck, part of my coat and shirt got caught on a sharp part of a broken stone pillar, and I was left hanging about one feet off the ground by one shoulder. I tried wiggling off the coat but I could not do it.

-Are you hurt _____?- Alfonse asks worriedly getting up from where he landed on the floor.

-No! I think I just got scratched! But I can’t unhook my self.

- Only you _____.- Says Alfonse smiling and getting dust out of his uniform.

-Thanks Alfonse…Can you help me down?

He looks around and up for a while and then stares at me for a few minutes. Probably thinking how to approach the problem, but seriously I think he could just reach up and unhook me. He is tall enough for that.

He comes close to me and circle my waist with his left arm and places his left leg between my legs to find leverage on the pillar behind me. He reaches over my head with his right arm to unhook my coat. Being this close to him is so exiting. My heart begins to race and I start feeling kind of hot. I try not to think about it and avoid my gaze from his face, but I can’t help looking at him.

There was not much light coming down from the hole above us, but I could see the side of his face and ear…yeah the same ear I wanted to…OK! Not now! He took this time to move his leg up to hold my weight up, and I was left straddling it. He kind of wiggled it to adjust and…Oh boy! It felt good, good.

<< Oh no! Don’t move it anymore…>> I was praying for him not to move that leg, because God in heaven, I was going to come right there and then.

…And he moved it again but higher and harder…

-Mmmn- Oh GOD! I did not just moan into his ear. I mean, I am not horny all the time, come on! It is just that, he is so close I can smell him. He smells so deliciously manly, and his leg is touching just the right places!!

Meanwhile he is frozen in place. It seems like he is thinking about what to do or maybe just not thinking at all. I personally think he will be leaving me hanging there to be hones. I am so embarrassed, I lower my face to hide it, but we are so close, I end up hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

He gasps and I can feel his arm tightening on my waist and I get even closer to him. I feel him moving his head a little as if to see my face and then…he moves the leg again as if testing it. This time slowly. I tried and fail to stifle another moan but it still comes out. He moves his hips upwards and keeps moving the leg. It creates just the right amount of friction needed. I feel my hips move on their own to meet him.

-Alfonse…- My legs tighten around his and when I come close to his manhood I can feel his arousal as well.

-_________- He whispers my name softly as my leg touches him. All this while he is still moving that blessed leg back and ford. I am panting at this point and he feels like he is in the same situation. All of this brought me to my knees. I came hard. I sat there shuddering in his arms and biting my hand because the stone caused every little noise to sound louder. I felt him kissing my hair.

We heard some loud footsteps up above us and then…

-Hey! You need help down there!- I hear Barst’s voice over my head. He does not sound or look like he heard anything.

-We are fine…I just need …to get her down.- Alfonse’s voice sound a little strained but Barst takes it to mean he es working on helping me down. Just like that, he unhooks my coat and lowers me down gently, still not letting go.

-I’m getting a ladder!- He’s gone and we can hear his footsteps getting farther away.

Alfonse steps forward still with me in his arms ,until my back is against the pillar and then looks at me and kisses me hard.

I am dizzy by the time he lets go. - He is coming back.- He says against my neck and bites into it. I am sure they could hear that whimper that left my mouth. And can you blame me? He just bit into my neck and at the same time moved his hips in a way that I could feel his manhood rub against me. Both his hands were lowered to my hips and he used them to have me closer to him. All this while, he gave this utterly sexy guttural sound that almost sounded like a growl… He lets go, takes a step back and turns around, a moment later a ladder is lowered.

-You go. I will explore down here a moment.- He says in a firm voice not looking at me.

I go up the ladder still a little shaky and flushed. I tel Barst to let him explore to see what he can find, but to leave the ladder for him to get up. Darn I wanted to go “exploring” with him. Just imagining what he is doing down there is doing things to me. Good thing everyone thought I was scared of what had happened. I only had a scratch to show.

He came back much later.

…Well that was a lot of “exploring”.

He comes to the camp outside the castle and we are ready to leave just after lunch. At first he seems reluctant to be near me. I am freaking out because well, overthinking and anxiety mixed with insecurities is a bad mix. Finally after half a day of travel, we make camp and post the watch. He comes and sit by my side when I am eating. We don’t talk about it until we are left alone to go to rest.

-I…I apologize Alfonse. It wasn’t my intention. I…it just happened.- I tell him when he doesn’t speak.

- It wasn’t my intention either…you don’t have to apologize. I have been wanting to tell you. I…have feelings for you. I just did not want to say it in a situation like that and not at a time like this. I wanted it to be special. I am in love with you _____.

-I love you too Alfonse. I have for a long time… I’m sorry I ruined it…but I could not help but enjoy having you so near.- He is scarlet red, but smiling.- Which by the way, is your fault.- He looks puzzled.- Sir you are playing dirty.

-How so? - He asks.

-You are playing hard to get with my heart.

-Oh that game you started playing with mine?-He asks arching an eyebrow.

-What? Me? When? You don’t even let me see your hands for God’s sake. I never saw you flirting with me.

-I…hold your hands.- He says blushing. Well that was so Alfonse of him.-…erm…You used to never take off that coat or those pants. You were all mysterious and unreachable- Mysterious? Well, firs time someone said that about me.

-You wanted me to take off my pants?- He turns red again -I was…insecure. I mean look at those gorgeous women out there and I get all jealous and insecure. I felt safe with my coat on. What was your excuse?

-The same…I am jealous and insecure…Well, I was at first, but then I noticed something about you. - I give him a questioning look.- You could look at any hero in the nude and not get flustered by it. When I asked you why; you told me they where just natural human bodies to you. You sounded like they were nothing special; like you had analyzed bodies so much you did not find them beautiful or sacred any more. You said you studied them at school and everyone paraded half naked in musical shows and the like. Later you told me you did find them beautiful in an artistic or scientific kind of way but it did not make it better to me.

How to make someone like you fall in love….with me? I listened to you and how you praised my intellect and skills, and I knew you were attracted to those qualities, but there are other men with intellect and skills at home too. I needed to find a way to be special to you.

It was only when we met that other Alfonse dressed in a bunny costume that I understood. The way you looked at him made me so envious and jealous. What was so special about him? I saw you ogle his body like he was the most sinful of apparitions, and he looked just like me! I was frustrated. That same evening I saw you looking differently at me, and I could not help but feel elated about it.

I spied you looking intently at my naked hands and when I put on my globes, that look of disappointment did not escape my eyes. It occurred to me that you had never seen me in any state of undress and it must have been strange to you. I understood how you felt now. I have been watching heroes for years. Beautiful women I have been watching on a daily basis and none of them feel spacial, even if they have beautiful bodies,or incredible skills. Yet the day I saw you wearing regular clothes I …well I…- He blushed, lowered his face and left the sentence hanging.

I flirted with the idea of letting you see more of me, but then I would just become like any other hero, and I wanted more than that. I want so much more.- Now he looked at me, and there was so much love and affection in his eyes, I could have melted in the spot.

I have to confess I enjoyed seeing you flustered when you could see a little of me. That made me feel special, but I did not want to be just a mystery to you either. I wanted your heart and soul,your love not only your lust. I needed to to know you loved me.

I had a talk last night with Lif. He told me they were lovers …His summoner and him. He told me I was being a fool just wasting time. He said that if you were anything like his ______, then you loved me, jut like his summoner did him. _______, I want what they had…I want everything, but I am afraid. Between this situation and the war with Embla…You understand me, don’t you?

- I understand you. I suppose the time is not right. I don’t want to look back on the day we finally are together and remember all these tragedies. You know Alfonse. You were right about me and my take on “nakedness”. I guess we are on the same page now about desire too. To us, Desire comes from love. That is what makes you and your body especial to me. I fell in love with your sharp mind and your heart first, but also thanks to your “efforts” I can understand and appreciate how special a lover’s body is. You made me understand, that what I feel for you is true love, not just infatuation or lust. Thank you. We can wait if that is your wish…if not…I will not say ‘no’ to that to be honest. I leave it to your discretion…But Alfonse, next time you go “exploring” , I want you to know, I can always lend you a hand. ;)

~*~

I write this on the day of Devotion. Alfonse and I had another talk and at the end, we decided to wait. Alfonse’s position is a little difficult, and now even more so after his father’s death. His personality makes me forget he is royalty, but the weight of his crown is a lot. He has more responsibilities and images to uphold. I want to think we have time to enjoy each other’s company, hearts and mind before we rush things any way.

Well, I have to go, my family (Yes they are my family now) is waiting for me. Sharena informed me there is a huge surprise for me. Well, Anna did owed me some favors and she designed the costumes for the Royal family.I can’t wait see Alfonse! I hear he is wearing sandals XD Wink, wink!

PS: Wait! I just realized something! Lif was actually spying on us!?

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probablytenderjourneys · 4 years ago

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Jude and Cardan headcanons, taking place during and after Jude's abduction, part 2

After finishing discussing with Orlagh and her people, Cardan watches them go away, the hatred evident in his black eyes. Even Nicasia, who he once loved, brings a wave of sickness that threatens to overcome him. How could she?

Cardan tries to move in a dignified way, to maintain and strengthen his reputation as a King in front of Madoc and the rest of their convoy. It is only when he reaches the entrance to the Palace that he quickens his pace, almost running down the halls, towards Jude's chambers. He feared that when he saw her again, frail and broken, he would take her in his arms and never let her go again. So what if I do? After being tormented by the thought of Jude dead, why should it matter if I finally allow myself to show her what she truly means to me?

He reaches her door and opens it so hurriedly, words half spilling out of his mouth before he even enters the room, only to find the Bomb, and no one else sitting on Jude's bed. 'I came to see her too, says the Bomb, but she isn't here. They took her to Madoc's estate.' Cardan does not say anything, giving the Bomb a tight lipped half smile and a curt nod before swiftly exiting the room, and walking defeated back to his own chambers. He would allow her a day to recover, and if she wasn't brought back to the Palace, he could go to the General's house and demand to see his... his what? Was him seeing his seneschal more important than a father watching over his sick daughter? But he didn't only want to see his seneschal, he wanted to see his commander, his advisor, his mortal, his friend, his Jude. His Jude. He didn't want to see her for what she was to the kingdom but for what she was to him and him alone. Yes, he would go visit the next day.

The next day, he went to see Jude and was quickly dismissed; she's sleeping, and she can't be woken up, they said and because they couldn't lie, he turned around and had a very lonely trip back to the Palace. He'll try again tomorrow, he told himself, but in his heart opened a black hole that felt like it was swallowing him whole.

When he got drunk, and tried to distract his mind with courtiers draped over him, he found that that their touch on his skin felt like he was being burned alive. He sent everyone out of his rooms, got in bed all alone and fell asleep. His dreams, or nightmares, were haunted by Jude. Always Jude.

His attempts to visit Jude were failing miserably; she wasn't well enough yet, or she wasn't awake, or they feared she contacted a mortal disease, or Madoc ordered no one be allowed in his house without caring whether it was the king himself knocking at his front door. But how could Cardan argue when he believed that Madoc was truly worried for Jude's safety?

The High King of Elfhame spent most of his days the same way he did as a child; lonely, fear creeping in his bones and a need to lash out at anyone who came within 2 metres of him. He was miserable, the thought that Jude might simply not wish to see him settling in his mind. Maybe being abducted and tortured was where she drew the line; she simply did not want anything else to do with his court, with politics, with anything. Hell, maybe she'd even go back to the mortal world. Leaving him alone, alone, alone, always so alone.

Turns out, his fears were merely the twisted thoughts of a scared boy. Jude did come back, creeping in his chambers like the little spy she was, hand over his mouth, frightening him in his own bed. As soon as he noticed it was her, he relaxed, hand going to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

Where before there was roundness, the toned muscles of a warrior, the firm yet welcoming softness of her mortal body, now he could feel the sharpness of her bones. Frowning, he pulled her in his bed, noticing her laboured breathing. He could not say anything; he who had his wits with him at all times, him with his cruel mouth and even crueler remarks, was speechless looking at her. He touched a finger to her high cheeckbones, and was none the more surprised by their sharpness. It hurt to look at her, to touch her, to think of what she endured, to think of Balekin tormenting her as he once tormented Cardan. What did he do to you? he wanted to ask but found he was too scared to find the answer. Did she hope and hope someone would come for her unitl she dared to hope no more and accepted that she might be forgotten? As if he could ever forget her, erase her from his mind and his heart and his being. As if there could ever be a life without Jude in it.

He soon learned what Madoc's true intentions were and he was so furious he wanted to break the redcap's skull, although he was aware it would be quite impossible. He wasn't even sure if he was more mad at Madoc, for daring to manipulate himself as the King's new advisor, or with himself for not seeing right through Madoc's idiotic plans? He started talking without thinking, and soon safely guarded truth after safely guarded truth spilled out of his mouth, as if out of the depths of his soul. It pained him to see how his vulnerability made Jude look so insecure in what to do and say, realising that she wasn't expecting him to be anything other than cruel.

He was half happy, half angry when the Roach and the Bomb interrupted them. Nonetheless, it was good to see Jude straightening her spine and falling back into her usual demeanor. He wanted to pick her up and spin her around, because this Jude was his favourite- the real Jude, the one who, even when frightened, and weak, could mouth off anyone, roll her eyes and make everyone around her feel small and powerless. Frightening Jude was the one he loved best. And it was good to have some sense of normality back in his life.

#jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude and cardan #jude's abduction #the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #balekin greenbriar #orlagh #nicasia #madoc #cardan's pov #jurdan #jurdan fic #jude and cardan headcanons

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saltyemoo · 2 years ago

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An introduction to Sanya (for the uninitiated)

> auDHD. Gremlin. Will go off on the most unhinged tangents about the most out of nowhere, only vaguely by a stretch but mostly unrelated topics ever in the middle of conversation. Occasional 4th wall breaker.

> The living embodiment of "emotional damage." There is no therapy in the world they live in now so basically everyone's fucked. That's what happens when you're not picky about the souls you capture to convert into all-powerful beings to do your bidding.

> Literally just a kid from Ohio who got murder-kidnapped by magical freaks from another universe. Has an existential crisis every Wednesday about the fact that they are not actually alive in this point in time and is actually just magically VR-controlling someone else's corpse from the fucking aether. Has come to terms with the fact that every time they fall asleep there is a 50/50 chance the body's previous inhabitant will slamdunk herself into their dream to roast them for not being even more of a murderer, and then sit them down for important lute playing lessons.

> Spent way too long in the fostercare system and sustained severe irreversible damage to their psyche as a result. Has since been repeatedly wronged in various ways by every adult they've ever come to know over the years, with very few exceptions. Granted, none of the adults they know now are exactly stable, but they still treat them better than anyone else ever did.

> Has two girlfriends: a cute witch and an insecure goblin. Sanya was actually ready to fight said goblin to the death for their crush's heart and for allegedly being an enemy spy so it's really funny now the circumstances of their relationship.

> Looked like a normal human until recently. Singlehandedly dragged the party into an epic battle against a quasi-immortal demi-god-king drunk on necromantic power, dealt the fatal blow without an ounce of knowledge regarding the consequences to such an action, and accidentally almost doomed the world, only realizing this when the dead began to rise and chaos ensued. Turns out the man had bound himself to a mystical item that links the living world to the world of the dead or something, oof. The group mom had it handled tho nbd [flashbacks to a traumatic self-sacrificial ritual which the party was forced to watch helplessly, Sanya begging for death] it was fine. World not destroyed but that didn't stop literal Hell Gates from opening up across the country or demons from pouring out of them. Here We Go Again. Anyway they're a demon now which means they get a special Alter Form and that is how they gained the ability to turn into a furry red catgirl.

> Selective mute who does not ever shut the fuck up around the right people.

> Do not touch without consent they WILL bite. Enjoys headpets. Touch their hair and they will fall asleep on you.

> Wields Holy Hellfire as a magic ability. This is a terrible idea because it feeds off of and is fueled, specifically, by their emotions. Whether it fucks you up severely or not depends on if you fucked up big time and got on their bad side. (Side note: this teenager is NOT EMOTIONALLY STABLE and should not have this power in their hands. Worst Idea Ever.)

> Just a little guy. A little birthday baby. A sad, skrunkly kitty cat. The most anxious, traumatized child soldier with parental issues and a potential to destabilize the entire continent ever.

Hello and thank you for reading please ask me questions about this idiot so I have an excuse to inflict my hyperfixation on everyone even more

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laceymorganwrites · 3 years ago

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King of hell

Word count: 3,568

Pairing: devil!Sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, very ooc Sukuna but it kinda makes sense too?? idk I tried to keep him as canon as possible but w insecurities. This is basically your typical arranged marriage thingie w smut at the end

A/N: saved this little treat for last💅 (okay but I am actually proud of it, it was so much fun writing this)

Hell. It was a place like any other. It evolved over time, had its own rules and system. And even though it was quite modern in some ways, it also was old fashioned. Old fashioned in the sense that arranged marriages were common. At least in cases like with Sukuna.

The young prince would be of ruling age soon and take over the kingdom, his father thought he had prepared him well enough and was looking forward to his peaceful and quiet pension.

It could´ve been so easy but nothing ever was with Sukuna.

He was stubborn even as a child but his father knew that he was born to lead, more than that he was ready to. He wanted to, he actually strove to be king, so hungry for power. But he was a rebel that didn´t take anything serious, making his father lose every last nerve he had left. He didn´t want to believe that Sukuna was hopeless, didn´t want to give up on him but was it really giving up when Sukuna didn´t want anything to do with rules and courtesy? No, he just wanted the power and the fame, he wanted people to follow him around, grovel at his feet and worship him, like some weird cult. That was the kind of person he was. Uncaring, cold and cruel. He called it fun loving. Though underneath all of that was an unending void of insecurity. Nobody knew about this, not even his father and least of all his followers. They praised him for everything he hated about himself. He knew it was all shallow but that was the point, that he could make them say everything and anything he wanted them to, he could make them do things too, unspeakable things, the funny thing was that they gave him all the ideas, it was like a fucked up competition who could do the cruelest thing and therefore impress him more. In reality he just didn´t fucking care about any of that.

Sure it was fun fucking around every day and everywhere, drinking every bar dry and steal whatever he wanted, what were they gonna do anyway? He was the fucking prince of hell, he could do whatever he wanted.

However he had to admit it got boring after a while, it was in this moment of weakness that he came to his father and said he should already make him king. And that was when you came into play.

You and Sukuna knew each other from when you were children, not exactly friends but you spent some time together throughout your teenage years as well as your parents were friends. You liked him well enough up until the point he became a straight up dick. You didn´t know how or when it happened but you rolled your eyes and scoffed when you saw him on the streets, those people following him around like a cheap fanclub. It was ridiculous. Sure he was the prince but that didn´t mean he had the right to act this entitled. Back then you didn´t care enough about him to see behind his facade, to recognize that he did all those things to pretend like he didn´t was insecure to a fault, he needed to feel like the king of everything to forget that he was the worst peasant of them all.

How could he not? He had four arms and two faces for fuck´s sake. He didn´t even have horns or wings like other demons, no he had those extra body parts made him look like an idiot or failed experiment. Like an abomination of nature he always knew he was.

But you… you didn´t look at him like that, no. You had nothing but adoration and maybe even a hint of love in your eyes. It scared him.

It took a while for you to fall for him, after all he did paint himself as the biggest asshole of hell and it worked, you wanted nothing to do with him. And now you were to be his wife. It certainly wasn´t ideal but what were you supposed to do? You couldn´t just say no to the king of hell. And who knew, maybe he wasn´t that bad. In the end you´d get to live in luxury, you would have more responsibilities as well but you could handle that. You were always more of a hard worker than Sukuna after all.

Your father was a good friend of Sukuna´s father and therefore you knew the castle like the back of your hand. Sukuna and you used to be close as children but not anymore, not ever since he changed. That never bothered you since well, you didn´t think you´d ever have any contact with him at all anymore.

You were popular in hell, got along with everyone. You could have everyone you wanted, they all would die for you to just look at them. He was the prince, he could be selfish and claim you for his own but he didn´t. Because that would mean ruining your happiness and he´d never dare to do that. You deserved only the best and he couldn´t give that to you because he simply wasn´t. That was why he barely spoke to you anymore, why he locked himself in his room when he saw that it was you his father picked out for him.

This wasn´t fair to you, you should have a chance of true love. His insecurities blinded him so much that he couldn´t feel the warmth you brought into his life.

When he left to go to his room you looked after him with a sad expression, he never told you why he left, why he didn´t talk to you anymore so of course you thought it was your fault. You were overjoyed when his father came to you and said you were to marry him, you thought it was with his consent. After talking to his father you had the impression that he did like you back after all. Apparently it was all a lie.

You felt utterly stupid, defeated even and most of all like a fool: all those years wasted, thinking he could actually like you back.

“I´m sorry for my son, I´m sure he´ll come to his senses soon. After all he´ll need to marry if he wants to rule. And trust me, he wants to rule more than anything else” the current king told you, thought it felt more like knives being driven through your chest. Of course he only wanted power, no wonder he never talked to you anymore, he simply didn´t care.

And now it was too late to get out of it.

Well, you should´ve seen it coming anyways. So you just walked around the castle for a bit, eventually coming to a stop to knock on his door. “Don´t worry, I´m not here to woo you or anything, I just forgot to ask where my room is so can you maybe show me?” you asked and waited for him to open the door.

You heard him get up from the bed, not knowing he was crying before. “My father says you have to share the room with me. But I can sleep on the couch or somewhere else so just… make yourself at home I guess. He´s already getting your stuff here, so you don´t have to worry about any of that” he said because he had to, his voice was so broken and neutral, like he tried to suppress all the care in it, it hurt to hear.

“Hey, don´t worry about it, I won´t annoy you or anything, I´m sure it´ll be fine. We don´t have to do anything either if you don´t want to, I´ll just follow your pace” you smiled, unpacking your things and settling in once they arrived. It was a nice place and the political meetings weren´t as bad as you thought they´d be. Nobody forced you two to do anything, so in theory you didn´t even have to see each other. And most of the time you thought that that was exactly what Sukuna wanted. But then again he had those moments where he´d share things about himself that he only told you, then other times he laughed with you, boasting about some either completely ridiculous or actually kind of cool thing he´s done, you never knew with him. But that was exactly what you liked about him. And over time you got to know him better than anyone else, you even knew his secrets and his insecurities. He just didn´t tell you about the last in person just yet.

You found it interesting how you could read him after some time, the way he´d hide his under two arms behind his back and how he´d purposely let his hair fall down in the right half of his face. One day you were sitting next to him on his bed as always, you were so close that your legs were touching which was progress since he allowed it, in fact he welcomed it. Not that he´d ever admit that. He caught himself getting attracted to you, being with you was like a pretty dream he never had, you were the warm hand that pulled him out of his nightmares that even haunted him in broad daylight. Nobody gave him those honest to fuck but soft smiles at the same time. Nobody else gently caressed his cheek, stroking his hair out of his face so they could kiss both sides. Nobody else did that but you. You had him so mesmerized like nothing else, when you were with him he was actually himself whether he wanted to or not.

“You don´t have to do that, you know? I know I´m not the prettiest, I´m not holding it against you” he finally said something, in a shaky voice that was so unusual for him, it concerned you. With a frown you now rested both of your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you.

“To me you are. You´re beautiful, Sukuna. I mean it” you told him earnestly and gently held two of his hands, his left under one and his right upper one. You hoped he´d understand that not only his appearance didn´t bother you, it was as mesmerizing to you as you were to him. That to you he was a work of art, but way too gorgeous to be put in a museum. No, everyone needed to see how fucking amazing he was. At least to you, but as his soon to be wife that should mean a lot.

Honestly Sukuna hated to be looked at but he had to admit that it wasn´t as bad as with you. Somehow he liked how you made him feel every time your fingers traced his skin, every time you peppered his faces with kisses, every time you made him use all of his arms. You did it so naturally, as if nothing was wrong with him at all. To say he appreciated it would be an understatement.

It took him a bit to reach out for your hand as well and just enjoy the small contact. But it meant a lot to you since you knew how much it took out of him. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder and caressing his under arm, touching him up a bit to feel his muscles.

Sukuna was no stranger to this kind of contact, but it was very new to him that more feelings were involved than just pure sexual desire and lust. You looked at him, a smirk playing around your lips as you saw the faint blush on his face, you bet he was trying to hide it but that wasn´t quite working.

“Cute” you said, tracing your fingers up and down his arms, then his throat, then his cheek to his lips. They were softer than you imagined.

“You´re the first person who ever called me that… I don´t know how to feel about that yet” he chuckled a bit, following your fingers with his eyes, watching your lips curl into a smile. He bet your own lips were so much softer than his own, he bet they would feel better than any other he ever tasted. “Oh I got plenty of other words to describe you, but yes cute is one of them. You better get used to that, my king~” you grinned, watching his eyes go wide and his expression change, yes he could definitely get used to being called that by you.

“I´d say you´re the cute one out of us, but you can keep trying, I wanna see what else you got in store” he grinned, he did this a lot, faking confidence until it felt real to function. And well he did want nothing more than to devour you right now but he didn´t want to rush things. He vividly remembered the first time you kissed him, your lips were so soft against his own, he´d never forget that rush of electricity going through him, the fact he couldn´t contain himself around you. And feeling you smile against his lips? Now that was what it meant to be truly alive. To him anyway. The ceremony would take place in two weeks time but there was no way in hell or anywhere else he´d wait that long. He couldn´t. But then again, the old fashioned connotations with the wedding night were just that. It was time to think more modern about this, to follow his small, frail heart wherever it beat the fastest. And that just happened to be in your arms.

“Yeah? You know what you´re right, I am pretty cute. But I won´t kiss you until you say one good thing about yourself and mean it”

“You. Marrying you… that´s a good thing about myself” he mumbled, he couldn´t really think of anything else.

“That doesn´t count. But it´s a start. What will happen after we get married?” you sighed but tried to lead him in the direction you thought would help him the most.

“I´ll be the king of hell” he stated, his brow raised in confusion. He didn´t understand why you kept asking him those questions that to him were irrelevant and clear.

“Good. Tell me what that means” you crossed your arms, looking at him expectantly.

“Well I´ll be powerful… and strong. And able to protect you. Everyone will either look up to me or want me dead. And that´s the biggest compliment I could get. I´ll be king” he grinned at the end of that, making you nod proudly. Because yes, he already was king to you but realizing it for himself was so much more important for his confidence.

“Exactly. You´re the king. So act like it” you teased him, leaning in slightly to see if he was up for the challenge. It was Sukuna. Of course he was. Before you knew it his lips were on yours and all of his arms around you, one of them going up and down your sides, one of them in your hair, one of them on your back and the last one caressing your upper thigh. Yes, maybe having four arms wasn´t so bad, in situations like these he was superior to those who only had two arms. Maybe that applied to every situation then? That thought made him grin and flip you around rather roughly, straddling you and impatiently discarding any piece of clothing in his way, his own clothes vanishing at the same time, yes that too was much faster and less complicated with two extra arms.

You gasped slightly, reaching out to touch up his muscles, reveling in the view, your wide grin still made him blush but that was just how you liked it. He was cute and confident at the same time, he was your king, soon to be husband. You just couldn´t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. If it meant seeing the fire in his eyes burn brighter every day, you couldn´t be prouder.

His lips were on yours once more before he moved to your throat, leaving marks all over your neck, then your collarbone on which he nibbled slightly, licking over the dents he made. His. You were all his.

His hands didn´t stop touching you, arms didn´t stop holding you. He merely moved you into a more comfortable position. Laying sideways with him behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder, you could feel his grin and hot breath against your skin. He pulled you closer to him so that your back was up against his chest, feeling his heart beat, Sukuna was incredibly warm, so you relaxed even more in his embrace, enjoying his hands caressing your legs, spreading your inner thighs so you could feel his hard cock throbbing impatiently and so perfectly against your pussy. You too couldn´t really wait any longer and started grinding against him, covering his length in your slick, it felt especially good when your clit was touching his tip. You suppressed a moan and felt Sukuna twitch against you, knowing it felt good for him too encouraged you to keep going at a faster pace. He held your hips in place with one hand while two of them were cupping your breasts, playing with your nipples lazily. They were so stiff already, it made him chuckle.

If he only discarded those pesky insecurities earlier and focused more on you, he would´ve known how much you wanted this from the start, how much you really felt for him and how much that meant to him. He never thought he´d even be capable of feeling anything that could remotely be compared to love and now he was head over heels for you. Sukuna didn´t care much about the wedding or the ceremony, he couldn´t care less about the traditions, he just wanted you in his arms, all of them. He wanted everyone to see that you were taken. That you were his. His queen.

Nothing could boost his ego more.

He cursed under this breath as he started humping your thighs as well, you trapped his cock so perfectly, teasing him just right, making him harder by the second if that was even possible. His rutting became more and more chaotic, he grunted into your skin, biting you slightly and leaving his marks. “Fuck, please tell me you´re ready, I can´t wait any longer” he whined, though he already knew he could slip in easily, considering how wet you were already. And as soon as you nodded he did, as slowly as he could but you definitely felt his impatience. That was exactly the way you liked it though. You moved your hips back at him, helping him push all the way inside. Sukuna gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, your ass pressed tightly against his waist. You moaned loudly and he pushed his fingers inside your mouth to suck on. Not like he didn´t appreciate your moans but he wanted to have his fun with you, enjoy every single vibration that went through his body. You were so tight and warm, pussy throbbing against his dick, his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

His thrusts were fast paced from the beginning, too much accumulated sexual frustration inside of him. You weren´t faring off any better though. It was simply too much stimulation with one hand in your mouth, one on your hip holding you in place and two of them playing with your nipples. When he moved even faster, hitting your sweet spot every single time, your legs started to shake, you were close. And he wasn´t far behind either. How could he? You were just too fucking irresistible.

“You´re up to make an heir?” he groaned inside your ear, he could still pull out in time but seeing you move your head back to grin and nod at him really gave him the final push, he gripped your hips even tighter, leaving dents of his fingernails and bruises, thrusting as fast as he could until he moaned loudly, a string of curses following as you felt him cum inside of you. He rode out his orgasm, stimulating you a bit more, still thrusting until he felt you clench around him and cry out his name, albeit muffled by his fingers inside of your mouth.

He did pull them out after you came though, letting himself fall back with you on top of him so he could hug you tightly while still being inside of you.

Sukuna felt absolute bliss whenever he was with you and the next day on your ceremony he just couldn´t help but grin widely, he was too giddy and excited.

Not only would he finally be king, he would also have the best and most beautiful queen by his side. He swore his brain stopped working the second you walked down the aisle, surprisingly well he might add. Stunning. You were just incredible.

If the others only knew his cum was probably dripping out of you right now, though perhaps it was better they didn´t. That would just have to stay your dirty little secret. Having sex before the wedding night. Oh how scandalous. Befitting of the king and queen of hell.

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