#wolfram x reader

[jester-lover]

I have so many requests still on the list, but I really want to do a side quest and write for my favorite black butler characters, so I’ll eventually hit all these ideas, just want to see which one yall want me to get to first

Ik there are a lot of options, I’ve been sitting on all of them for eons now lol

[prose-for-hire]

By your side:

Request: choose your own ending request here. could you please do an angel or lindsey x reader story where the reader is initially dating Lindsey despite being against wolfram + hart and that being a point of conflict between them because she sees the good in him, but Angel doesn't so he encourages her to break it off (partly because he has feelings for her) causing some drama between all 3 of them?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: This is a choose your own ending!! Little warning if you like them both, be prepared for reader to argue/fall out with the other depending on the ending you choose! Sorry this took so long babe 💖

You had never loved any job you had done until you came here. At Angel Investigations you truly felt as if your life had purpose. You were making a difference and you loved it. I mean sure, you only really answered the phones and filed the paperwork and, well, teaching a 100+ year old vampire to navigate the internet was a full-time job.

But you were good at it, being human meant you weren’t the most valuable in a fight but you always threw yourself into them despite yourself to save others. If anyone asked the team, though, they would say that you were the one that kept them going. You truly believed in the goal, you wanted to help everyone you passed and this helped encourage the others when things got even tougher than normal. You reminded them why they all took this job.

What they didn’t know about you, was that you were dating someone. You weren’t embarrassed, not by any stretch. But you knew the reaction you might get if you told them. Mostly because, well, he worked for the evil law firm you were usually fighting against. Lindsey was so good to you, loved you so deeply that it was almost too easy to forget that he worked for the very law firm that had basically invented evil.

You and the team had been planning a way to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart for a month and a half. All through this time, you couldn’t breathe a word of it to Lindsey. It had been hard, you hated keeping things from him. He held you close at night and all you wanted to do was spill everything that went through your mind. He always pulled you closer in his sleep, he was protective of you even then. He wrapped his arms tight around you, making sure that you were as close as physically possible and cradled against him. Usually you could tell him anything, but with this, you just couldn’t. Not just because he would stop you but because if he even suspected anything the senior partners would take more than his hand.

You had left early that morning, before he woke up on his one day off in a very long time. It broke your heart prying yourself from his arms and leaving him alone in bed. You wanted to bundle up the blankets around you both and spend the day in bed, pressing your lips against him and showing him that there could truly be heaven on this earth when you were together.

But it being his day off was why you suggested to the others you did it on this date. Because he wouldn’t be there and blow your cover. Lindsey knew that you worked for Angel, he didn’t particularly like it but he liked you and so he had put up with it. You reminded him that you always came home to him and for the moment, that was enough for him.

He was so sweet with you, when he came home to you it was evident the way that his entire body relaxed. He was always on edge, until he stepped foot through the front door. You were the only thing that got him through the gruelling working day at Wolfram and Hart and despite his job, you knew he was a good person. He was your person.

You arrived at the office last, your outfit had been pressed and left draped over your desk. Cordelia had ‘borrowed’ some costumes from her last theatre audition for you both to wear. You and her were going undercover to steal a prophecy that had been taken and left in Lindsey’s boss’ desk while Angel, Gunn and Wesley created a distraction and took out the security system.

“Hey, Y/n, you don’t have to do this. It’s more important that you’re safe” Angel lowered his voice so that only you could hear.

“I can do this, Angel. They’ve never seen me before so it makes more sense. Plus, I look really cool in this costume”

“But-“

“Oh, you don’t like my costume?”

“No! No, it really suits you, you, uh, look good. I just wanna make sure you’re sure”

“Sure am!” You teased, noting the ghost of a smile on his face. You were incredibly fond of Angel, you always had been.

After a lot of hassle and two instances where you were scarily close to being eviscerated, you managed to retrieve what you had been looking for. It was a small orb the size of a marble, but it had been incredibly difficult for you and Cordy to extract.

Thankfully, all that was over now and all you needed to do was leave through the front door. Unfortunately, though, your boyfriend and an entire team of lawyers and a security detail rounded the corner and almost collided with you and Cordy.

The marble was safely in your pocket but it was as if the security guard had a heightened sense of smell and he immediately stormed towards you. Angel and the others see on the cameras there’s trouble and run to back you and Cordelia up.

Luckily, Lindsey stepped in before they got there, though he wasn’t his usual relaxed self.

“Y/n? What the Hell-”

“I can explain…”

“Y/n, step back, this is our fight” Angel warned, stepping between you and your boyfriend. You knew this was going to have to be the moment you came clean. You knew it even before Lindsey decided for you both.

“That’s my partner you’re ordering around there”

“Partner?” Angel scoffed.

“Yeah, you know, lover, date… spouse”

“You expect me to believe that they would even look at-”

“Angel, it’s true” You said it in the smallest voice imaginable. You weren’t embarrassed per se, but the thought of disappointing Angel really hurt you.

“What, you think I’m gonna have some big moral crisis, see the light, ‘cause my partner works for you? Not happening” Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the reaction as he moved to take your wrist, guiding you to his side.

There was a collective gasp from your team and a horrible sneer from Lilah and some of the other lawyers in the firm when they saw the way he held you with such familiarity.

Angel:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“No, well yeah obviously… if something like this happened”

“You’re embarrassed?”

“Well, kinda in bed with the enemy” You said jokingly, but this flared a sudden rage in Lindsey. A rage that once unleashed could not be tethered again.

“That’s how you see me?! When you left our bed this morning I thought you might be going out to get coffee for us or something that, I don’t know, couples might do.” He shook with anger, spray of spit coming from his mouth.

This had been a long time coming. He hadn’t realised how much it affected him, the way you gushed about your day. About how much you enjoyed working and would gladly work overtime for free mostly, just to be with your friends and do the right thing. Just to be with… him.

“Lindsey I’m-” You tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing you needed was to choose a side. It was long since due but you didn’t think that you were ready. Until he said what he was about to say, that is.

“You’re pathetic, you’re nothing, you know that? Worse than all of them together. Especially him. Ever since you got that job you’ve been ‘Angel was saying this’ and ‘Angel likes his blood like that’. I let it go, ‘cause, I thought I might get something useful out of it. Hell, not even the promotion was worth sitting through the waste of time I spent with you”

“You slept with me to get a promotion? Isn’t that kind of backwards, shouldn’t you be sleeping with maybe someone in the company you actually work for?” You aimed for humour but it fell flat. Tears burned the back of your eyes, your throat went dry as you stared, open mouthed at his triumphant look. As if he had won something.

The truth was, Lindsey loved you. He had even been considering proposing. But he knew, in some way he had always known, your heart belonged to another. You didn’t love him in the way that he loved you. And it hurt. So he wanted you to hurt too… in more ways that one.

“Lilah? Open the portal”

“Gladly” She had grimaced through the embarrassing display of feelings you and the others had been showing. Anything to put a stop to it. Including sending you all to some unknown dimension that was sure to bring pain and suffering.

You were zapped into a strange land, one that quickly turned dangerous. It was just you and Angel. You had been send to a Hell Dimension. There was a group of Fossil-Vamps, as you would later name them. They were the distant ancestors of the vampires that you were used to. They didn’t have much time for thought, they were incredibly strong and worst of all, they were day-walkers.

They sensed you easily. You were fresh blood. They owned the land and humans were a scarce resource. One of them managed to corner you and bite you whilst Angel was preoccupied trying to fight off three others at once. It ripped into the soft skin of your neck, making you cry out and shove the vampire before you, beating its chest in an embarrassing effort to get it off you.

Angel pulled it off you, immediately taking you by the hand and deciding the best action would have to be to retreat. To get you to safety. Blood was leaking from your neck and he wasn’t going to lose you.

You found an abandoned farmhouse where he urgently ransacked the pace, managing to find medical supplies and something for you to eat. To get your strength up. He sat you down, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone for a moment before he moved to the supplies. He began to patch you up tenderly, his eyes only glancing up every so often at your lips as you spoke.

“I feel so stupid. Of course he was using me, I can’t believe I fell for it”

“You made a mistake, we’ve all been there” Angel assured you, his fingertips barely grazing the skin of your arm. He was so gentle, he always was with you. You had seen his ferocity, the damage that he could do. But with you he was only ever tender.

You slid your hand over his, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand. You never thought you would be this close to him, you assumed he was too good for you. You had settled, in a way, for Lindsey. Only pulled into his lies because you didn’t feel good enough. For the job you did or for the vampire that always had a kind word for you.

“Y/n, I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now but I can’t hide any longer, you could have…” he tailed off, that distant frown as he slid into his thoughts again for a moment, before he sighed and steeled himself, “You’re a good person. A strong person… a person that I love more than anyone that I have ever met”

“Slayers included?” You joked, his confession was making you nervous. He wouldn’t lie to you, would he? He wouldn’t try to hurt you like Lindsey did, would he?

“I get that trust’s hard for you right now but I’m here. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove that I mean everything I’m saying” He said it softly, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke. He didn’t look you in the eye, his words were too raw for that but you could see the way that they glistened as he spoke.

He had clearly been waiting a long time to tell you that. To show you just how deeply he felt for you. You pressed a kiss against his hand, before you pressed another to his palm. You looked up at him from where you had bent to kiss him, recognising the look in his eyes. It mirrored yours.

Your lips collided and everything suddenly seemed to make sense. There were no mysteries in the world that couldn’t be solved by this union. You grasped at his now tattered clothes, forgetting your injury for the intensity of this kiss. Everything made sense. You had wanted him since the moment you had met him, the reason you had always been so distracted around Lindsey it was because you were thinking about work. About the team. About him.

Suddenly you were losing contact with his lips, an embarrassing whine left your lips, that he very kindly pretended he didn’t hear. You never wanted to part from him. But he was now holding you in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he could see straight into your soul.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know that, hm?”

“I know, but I would give you everything if I could” You admitted, knowing as you said it that you had been aching to say it since the moment you met him. Perhaps you and Lindsey had both just been convenient for each other.

You pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaked to the base of your skull pulling you even closer. In this moment you forgot it all. Lost in his touch, his kiss. The feelings that had been building,

You didn’t know how to get out of this hell dimension. You didn’t know if you would live to see another day. But what you did know, was that the only side you would ever be on was his.

Lindsey:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“Not… specifically”

“You know what, y/n? You’re worse than all of them here. You pretend you’re fighting for good but let your little boyfriend do any evil deed he wants. Why, ‘cause he fucks you too well?”

“Angel-”

“You’re evil” He stated as if he wanted to rip off your head.

“What? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? I see the way you look at me, you know. Don’t get all high and mighty Mr I-killed-and-maimed-for-centuries. You’ll never wash the blood off your hands”

“Come on, he’s like 10 different kinds of evil!” He gestured wildly towards your boyfriend.

“Eleven, actually” Lindsey grinned, snaking an arm around your shoulder. You smiled despite the situation.

He realised that you needed him, using this gesture to show you that even though he wasn’t pleased you had kept this from him he loved you too much not to be right there with you. He pressed a kiss against your temple, one that assured you that no matter the threat, from either side, you were protected. Completely.

After the room dropped in temperature and subsequently descended into a staring competition, Lindsey took it as his cue to take you away from the others. He could sense that you were upset and all he wanted to do was comfort you. He didn’t even care enough about his ‘rival’ to gloat about dating a member of his team. It wasn’t about that for Lindsey. All he wanted was you.

“Where are you going?” Angel called, the disgust in his voice evident.

“Well, you and yours are gonna be sent to some Hell dimension while we draw up a contract for Y/n. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be back to Angel Investigations”

He hinted that you already had a role in the firm, if you wanted it of course. He would love you in any occupation. In any time or dimension. It was always your choice.

“Lindsey… you can’t…” you gripped his hand tight, concerned that even if your friends had all abandoned you, that they shouldn’t be hurt for it.

Lindsey whispered low in your ear, so low that Angel managed to miss it. He explained that the Partners actually had a proposition for Angel and the team. One that meant they might manage to co-exist in this dimension.

“Bye Angel…” You said softly, once you knew they would all at least be safe. You trusted Lindsey wholly. You knew he would tell it to you straight.

He slid a hand around your shoulder, ushering you gently towards the boardroom where you collapsed into his arms as soon as the door closed behind you. The way your friends, the people you spent most of your days with had all suddenly been so cold. Stared through you as if you weren’t even human…

It hurt.

But the love that enveloped you, the scent of your Lindsey. The soft reassurance of his presence alone told you that you could carry on. His lips grazed your forehead as he pressed several tiny kisses each committing a promise to your skin.

That he was yours. Through the good and the bad. The evil and the mild breaking and entering. Nothing could ever change his feelings for you.

As you leant against his chest, you felt something. It was hard and uncomfortable to rest against in his breast pocket. You reached in to shift it so that you could nestle into him further when he quickly grabbed your wrist to try and prevent you from reaching in. This wasn’t usual, he usually liked that you were so familiar.

Everything flashed before his eyes, every moment of your lives together so far. The soft Sunday mornings you spent in bed, entwined together and basking in your love. The days where you would surprise him and be waiting for him at home with his favourite meal ordered in. The late evening where it was only you and him, where you shared your deepest thoughts. The date nights, where you always ended up in his arms.

“I was gonna wait” He looked down sheepishly.

“Wait for what?”

“I’ve been saving it for the right time. Bought it months back…”

“Any time we’re together is right…” You insisted, hand grazing his as he reached into his pocket.

“Marry me” he breathed, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Anticipation killing him, the only thing keeping him going was the continued contact of your skin.

Your eyes watered, even now. Even after all the trouble you had caused him at his job. He wanted you, he felt for you the same you did for him. You wanted to scream, shout it from the top floor of his office block. But you had already embarrassed him enough at work today. Plus, this was an intimate moment. You decided to keep this moment just between you and him.

Soon, he got his answer, you swiftly pressed your lips to his, an unspoken answer to his proposal. Your fingers gripping him tight as if you were afraid he may disappear. You never wanted to part from him. It could have been anywhere and your answer would have been the same. It was perfect because it was him. It was the two of you together.

He slid the band onto your finger, eyes shining with feeling. You reached for him again and peppered him with kisses. Anywhere you could reach on his skin you pressed your lips against him. You were so happy all you wanted was to be in his arms forever.

You couldn’t get over just how lucky you felt. Other boyfriends, sorry – fiancées, may have been angry. But not him. Never with you. He had fallen willing and deep, his emotions wrapped in yours. After it all, he loved you. He loved you the same today as he did when you were on ‘opposing sides’.

No matter how your friends felt about you now. No matter the repercussions. You knew now that the only side you would ever be on was his.

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Others

🌹 Angelina Dalles | Madam Red 💉

🐉 Lau 🪷

Lau x Reader headcanons Simultaneous confessed feelings

Lau x gn!Reader headcanons Misunderstanding

Lau x Reader headcanons Nervous

Lau x fem!Reader headcanons Red Silks

🐉 Ran-Mao 🪷

👑 Soma Asman Kadar 🐘

👊 Agni 🍛

Agni x Reader headcanons Simultaneous confessed feelings

Agni x gn!Reader headcanons Misunderstanding

Agni x Reader headcanons Nervous

🧵 Nina Hopkins 🪡

⚙️ Sieglinde Sullivan ⚗️

🐺 Wolfram Gelzer 💢

🪽 Angela Blanc | Ash Landers 🗡

Ash Landers x kid fem!Reader Platonic headcanons The Queen's granddaughter

🎩 Drossel Keinz 🪡

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

HEEEEYYY Can i also please request ANGST with Wolfram x reader with reader escaping in route with snake and bard and ‘sieglinde’

Reader tag teams Wolfram with the help of Bard, and before he attacks snake/‘siggy’ he and reader share a little dialogue mid fight (where it also seems like he’s going easy on reader… for some romantic reasons Mayhaps?) and reader speaks little German but just yells like “How could you?!” “She’s just a child!” “You crippled a little girl!”

Then maybe after his sacrifice he and reader slowly start to grow close again? MANY THANK.

MANY THANK TO YOU

when you're crying over this, remember: YOU MADE ME WRITE IT WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS

Your part in the plan to get Sieglinde to safety is because you care deeply about her, of course.

But it’s also because you don’t think WOLFRAM has the guts to point a gun at your head.

For some reason you have yet to fathom, the two of you started to bond while you and your master and friends have been here in Germany. As grumpy and rigid as he seemed, you thought there was something kind lurking under that. You wonder if he fooled you, too, with the way he showed you little glimpses of something like that.

Regardless, you’re sure he’d be fine being on even footing with just Bard. No qualms about shooting, swinging, punching, at him. At you, though? Everyone else has seen the way Wolfram looks at you. The quiet, borderline romantic moments you’ve shared.

There’s no way he could shoot at you without being indecisive, and that is exactly what this situation needs. The more you can distract him, the more times he hesitates to make a move, the more chance you have of getting Sieglinde out of this forest alive.

You’re not as comfortable with a gun in your hand as Bard is. The unfortunate truth is that the effect of this goes both ways; it’s difficult for you to aim your weapon at Wolfram. Even though you have this gun, you’re hoping to serve as a diversion more than anything. When all is said and done, as angry as you are with him, you don’t want him dead.

It wasn’t so long ago that you remember how he looked at you when you were laughing at something, as if suddenly it was the first time he’d ever heard a person laugh. Or when you woke up to him carrying you back to your bed, because you’d fallen asleep after reading to Sieglinde one night.

Your brain knows that you should be ruthless if you want to avoid the risk that he won’t let you leave with Sieglinde. Your heart, unfortunately, is very, very stupid, and still cares as deeply about this man as it does about her.

All you have to do is run and fire warning shots, enough to keep Wolfram’s attention so that Bard can set up something he thinks will stop this soldier. You’re more terrified than you’ve ever been in your life… and yet, your anger at his role in Sieglinde’s imprisonment carries you.

What was he thinking? Doesn’t he care about her? He must. He doesn’t treat her like some thing, he treats her gently.

So why? The lack of an answer gnaws at you more than anything.

This is not some emotionless warrior who wants to keep her locked away forever. What you know happened is at odds with what you’ve seen while you’ve stayed here.

You just don’t understand. Wolfram as a person embodies the concept of sweetness in simplicity. Has he just been pretending? Is he really some kind of… cold-hearted mastermind?

The explosion of Bard’s making snaps you out of your thoughts, and you think there’s no way that Wolfram could get up completely fine from it. Your gun falls from shaking hands, your heart violently hoping that he’ll stay down. Hoping that all of this is going to be over.

(You just pray he isn’t dead.)

When he emerges from the smoke with only a few scratches and singes, you can scarcely believe it. Your hands refuse to pick your gun back up, and instead you watch him tangle with your friend for what feels like an eternity.

It’s as if your whole world is spinning out of control. You thought you’d finally found someone who you might want to share your life with, someone kind who felt the same, then… he has his own secrets that have come to light, something you never could have expected. You feel betrayed for yourself, and you feel betrayed for Sieglinde who you’ve begun to view as a daughter.

And to make it worse, as betrayed as you feel, there is no part of you that wishes Wolfram to die. In fact, a very large part of you clings to the hope that he’ll repent, he’ll do something to be a better person, he’ll… turn into some fairytale prince.

You hate that your mind is even giving you the possibility of things working out. This is real life, not a story. The fact that you want a happy ending doesn’t make a difference to what’s actually going to happen.

What’s real anymore, anyway? Were his feelings real? Anything he said to you? Was the way he looked at you and said he could see “so many colors” real?

In the blink of an eye, Wolfram has broken away from his battle with Bard, and you have precious few seconds to keep him from going anywhere. The more time you can give everyone, the better. You don’t know what you intend to do without your gun, but you rush forward to stop him anyway.

Your bare hands clash against his shoulders, your whole self trying to hold him back. He can’t do anything to you. The way his eyes flash at you in surprise spell it out for you if there was any doubt: unlike Bard, you are someone Wolfram isn’t willing to hurt.

Too bad you’ve already done that by lying to me.

“How could you?!” Your voice comes out shrill, too high, and you realize it’s because you’ve started to cry. This whole situation has become too much. Although you’ve been learning German from being here, you don’t know how to accurately express every bit of your rage and pain without doing it in your native language.

It’s awful and raw and you hate it. Obviously you didn’t get a chance to really talk with Wolfram about anything, so it all comes out in the way that a pot boils over.

Much as you push against him, you know you’re getting nowhere. He’s solid muscle, too strong for you to make a dent in keeping him in place. Still he struggles against you, as if your force is doing anything.

He acts as if you’ve stabbed him when you start to pound at his chest and shoulders. His eyes widen, reflecting the betrayal that you’ve been feeling this whole time. “You helped them cripple her and keep her here!” you continue to shout, your soul leaching out into every word. “She’s just a little girl! How could you?! How could you?!”

That seems to be all you can say.

You need him to tell you. You need this all to make sense, because it doesn’t.

You’re not sure where exactly you fail, but all you know is that you do.

He gets by you, he discovers that you’ve tricked him too, and the rest of your plan goes off without a hitch.

Right up until Wolfram ends up getting shot.

You don’t know if it’s better or worse that it isn’t you who shot him. It comes right after he’s started to beg Sieglinde’s forgiveness, and whatever else is true, you don’t want to lose him.

The last thing you do, before Sebastian drags him under Ciel’s order onto the train, is to scream Wolfram’s name and collapse at his side.

Life proves, once again, that it is no fairytale.

The train ride is long and torturous. You’re not sure when you stop crying, only that after several moments, Sebastian escorts you away from Wolfram and Sieglinde so you can calm down.

You don’t really calm down, though. Not until you’re well settled into your lodgings for the night. That comes with the added benefit that a doctor has looked at Wolfram, courtesy of your host Diedrich.

He’s going to be fine, most likely, and Sieglinde was taken in to speak to him. You’ve been nervous to do so; after all, you remember saying and thinking some terrible things to him. Even though his role in what happened to Sieglinde can’t be erased, there’s no denying that he loves her.

He knows what he did was wrong. He was willing to die just so that she would know the truth. If you think of her as your daughter, she was his first.

You slip into the room quietly, lowering yourself down onto the bed. You think your heart is much less stupid than before… at least, not stupid for caring about him. All of this is so complicated, and you can’t just call him a bad man when it seems he’s as much a victim of his superiors as Sieglinde.

“I don’t know,” you muse, reaching to run a hand through his hair, “a scar or two would suit you. But I’m also glad you’re probably going to escape without any.”

A puff of air is blown through his nose, that strikes you as the closest to a laugh he can muster up right now. He mutters something in German that you don’t quite catch before switching to English. “Scars are ugly. Would suit me very nice.”

… God, that’s not what you meant at all. This poor man. “No, scars aren’t ugly. And neither are you. Not inside nor out. What you did was very brave. Thank you for making sure our girl knew the truth.”

Your hand traces down from his hair to gently cup his cheek. “I’m sorry that I didn’t understand.”

“No… you understood. Not all, maybe, but you understood.” He shakes his head, though his expression clearly shows he’s melting into your touch. “I’m sorry. For lies, and… everything. Hurting you and Sieglinde… makes me very bad. It was the thing I never wanted to do, but… I did it.”

You lean over, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “… You’re not a bad person, Wolfram. You made a mistake, you did bad things, but you are not a bad person. You know it was wrong, and you’ve apologized, and you’re going to try to do better. Aren’t you?”

He looks almost like that kiss hurt him. As if it was something so new, so pleasant, that it was actually painful. “Ja. Better. Old Wolfram was shot and died. From now, I will be someone different.”

“Well, not entirely different, no?” You reach to set your hand, lightly, atop the injury on his wrist. “The old Wolfram was the one I fell for, after all. Maybe just be a better version of yourself than someone different.”

His face colors, a light pink dusting over his cheeks. “(Name)… you still want… me?”

Your fingers twine carefully around his. “Yes. I still want you. And we’ll figure everything else out, as long as… as long as you want me, too.”

“Bitte.” His hand squeezes yours. “More than I have wanted anything.”

Maybe life isn’t a fairytale.

But somehow, you think you might get a happily ever after anyway.

[eemoo1o-animoo]

for the ask game, perhaps N? and/or P?

Ask me stuff

This took so long to answer! I’m so sorry for the wait. And the links. And the tangent. Aahsbhdb

N – Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice):

This is tricky! I tend to just be like “Augh I wish there was more of that” and then forget all about it. I guess I’ll try thinking of things in the fandom and not in the canon material? Hm – tricky.

Black Butler fandom – I want more aroace William, or at least ace William, representation. I don’t want him shipped with Grelle, I want them being BFFs. *Pointing with judgement* Let them crack open a bottle of wine and/or whiskey by the fire after work and talk about nice, idle things, like their sonboy Ronald (who’s pawing at the babygate like the sad goldendoodle he is because he wasn’t allowed in due to his alcoholism).

Black Butler canon/fandom – I want Snake to speak for himself. Like, either in fanfiction or — more preferably — canon, where he at last breaks and, against the opinions of his snakes, goes “Fuck you, Ciel!” and then full stop. No “says Emily” or “exclaims Oscar”. Nothing. It’s meaningful. Poignant. You can tell that Snake is really hurt about having his found family lie to him so easily, to be betrayed by his second family after losing his first. This is Snake, even if it’s just for a moment, talking for himself. Poor Snake :(

Black Butler fandom – I want more creepypastas / grimdarks / etc.. Plain and simple, it’s meant to be a dark, perhaps horrific at times, franchise and so where are the creepy one shots? The “The Woman In Black” parodies? The subtly dark pieces where Ciel is stuck in an endless game of fleshy marionette for Sebastian’s own amusement? Where?

Bonus:

Sk8 the Infinity fandom/canon – I want more Adam-facing-consequences fics (and hopefully canon content in the upcoming season two), and Tadashi and Miya interaction, because those two look related and hardly interact in canon. I’ve only ever come across one (platonic) fic of them on AO3. One.

P – Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas):

Oh, this is tricky! I don’t think I think of many AUs? At the very least they’re fleeting and / for one shot purposes as opposed to a full-fledged universe? (Alternatively there’s also an idea I had of making a book of rarepair scraplets vaguely set in the same universe for the reader to piece together, like a one shot where Soma, Lizzie and Sieglinde are paired together “trying to get back to ‘x’” and Soma has to carry Sieglinde because her spider legs are broken and Wolfram is nowhere to be found.)

So seeing as you told me about your Snake/Edward / Sieglinde/Lizzie Friendship is Tragic-esque AU I’ll go ahead and state my Fallout Equestria-type one (why did I need brony comparisons for that?) that was kind of eluded to in this post (which is also kind of inspired by this post and its reblogs).

So in the post it was inspired by, I discussed if “shinigami and grim reapers” were different, and that “shinigami” were like “the original grim reapers” (don’t think of them like those things from Death Dote, but rather like The Exterminators from Hazbin) and that the redemption that the reapers work towards is actually fake, just a rumour used to keep them in line and then used as the excuse when reapers go “missing” (aka. the “Higher Up”, so to call them, of the original shinigami and/or older reapers that are in-the-know) to make way for newer reapers when Ole McLimboville becomes overcrowded (which it will as time progresses from the canon’s 1889 into modern day, as per real life suicide stats).

With my theory preluded, the AU would start off with Will’s “promotion/redemption” (#2 from (x)) (as it is known outwardly by the other reapers), but as the numbers begin to spike, a purge starts by the Higher Up / shinigami and Grelle and Ronald make it out after Grelle’s seen Othello die protecting her (a point which will later be paralleled when Grelle then does so for Ron), and go looking for the Undertaker, in case he knows what’s going on (after all, he and Othello are the same age-ish and Othello told them to find him).

I’d also thought about a possible, background Grelltaker flirtation, but that point can be ignored for now. I think if this is the case then Undertaker dies in front of Grelle rather than Othello, who, in this case, she just knows died? Also an point where Ron and Grelle begrudgingly take r!Ciel along with them (if he’s still alive / existing … he can be written out easily, though, I just remember him being a part of my original rough idea), and then it’s later just Ron looking after him after he and Grelle are separated (I’m still unsure whether a fakeout death is in order, or too cheesy to be worked into the plot well enough).

Essentially, it’s just Ronald then — as per his and Grelle’s plan after talking with the Undertaker — looking for a means to summon a demon (whether this will be Sebastian or not is undecided, though is the most likely because… why would I make an OC for something that isn’t TSoGtR? Really, now.) as to try and get an equal footing in the fight against the original shinigami (and the reapers in allegiance with them as part of the Higher Up’s council… as guides to the to-be ‘redeemed’, or even some of the redeemed themselves).

Perhaps there’s also a twisted element from the Higher Up like “You’re finally getting what you came here for/what you wanted, and yet you still fight it?”, when — on the reapers’ side of things — it’s actually because they want to avenge their friends for dying in massacre, so dishonourably (in some cases), and that they know that if they lose / give up, this will only go on and on, until it eventually happens again.

It’s an AU I definitely haven’t thought of in a while 😅 so trying to remember the better half of it was a bit of a struggle, but I enjoyed doing it! It’s a fun idea that I hope to revisit (though most probably will not, as I suck at action scenes / sequences / drama, so it would most likely turn out slow, and corny when it picks up pace, with plenty of emotional moments and monologues but not enough action/fighting).

Thanks for the ask! I enjoyed replying to it (though it took me, like, an hour to, by god).

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Finished up my Lindsey McDonald x OFC fic! You can read it here.

 Words: 23,283 

Chapters: 14

Rating: Explicit

Following an encounter with a demon, Roz Addison can't shake her prophetic visions about the end of the world. But they're incomplete—at least until an acoustic performance by Wolfram & Hart's top lawyer seems to fill in the gaps. She's sure Lindsey knows something, and she's ready to figure out what that is—and hopefully prevent the oncoming Apocalypse—even if that means teaming up with the evil attorney she despises. What she doesn't plan on is falling head-over-heels for him.

Begins with Angel Episode 2x18, "Dead End"

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The smutty bit also gets its own chapter (demarcated with an asterisk) for readers to skip—or jump to directly—as you please :)

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[nuttysaladtree]

I just think you should give yourself more credit, you know? I'm sure you worked hard to get the concepts and as far as I can tell (don't look at me, haven't taken math in...years, and the last class I took was introductory statistics)...it looks like you did it correctly? Taking the derivative with respect to x using the division rule, right?

I mean, the algebra to combine like terms gets a bit tedious (not to mention the chain rule when actually differentiating), but that's a normal complaint and a good sign? Like, you understand how to approach the higher order concept (the calculus part), it's just it takes significant elbow grease to get a compact-ish answer.

I've heard a joke—don't know how true it is—that the higher up in mathematics you go, the less numbers and actual calculating there is and the more words there are. Apparently, the last line of a proof will be an integral (for example) and the something to the effect of: "And the solution to this integral is left as an exercise to the reader, QED". It just tickles me that we spend a decade learning how to solve problems that mathematicians just plug into Wolfram Alpha and don't even bother with. (But I have a weird sense of humor, so maybe this is just me.)

tl;dr complaining is fine; it's just hard to tell through just a text-based post if you're celebrating your hard work, so. uh. friendly reminder, i guess.

Math is easy, they said. You just gotta follow the patterns, they said.

[kuroshitsujixreader]

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I just caught up to around the middle/near the end of the green witch arc. so in a sort of celebration here is the Fluff Alphabet. All Character’s are allowed.

Note i did not make these it was made by @ snk-warriors  

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?k

Just a side note. The p4. love those guys

[quirkfics]

"wearing their clothes" with wolfram, please?

“You swim in that coat,” Wolfram mutters, glancing out of the corner of his eye when you come to sit in the garage. 

“Everyone but you would swim in this coat,” you mutter, tugging it closed around you. “How many rippling muscles are you hiding under here on the daily anyway, huh?”

“Like you don’t know,” Wolfram teases. “I think you’re more intimate with them than I am.”

He.. Kind of has you there. 

“Looks good though. Would look better if it was the only-” He laughs and leaves off on teasing you when you elbow him in the ribs. He brings it up later though. Repeatedly.

[confusedguytoo]

No, I think Willow would have definitely  gone for Warren’s head if Tara had died in the first few eps, she just wouldn’t have been so dramatic about it.  Cause without swearing off magic she wouldn’t have felt the need for outside help.  Meanwhile you look at her hacking, combined with the knowledge the city government had been corrupt, the Watcher’s Council was corrupt, the Initiative was corrupt, she’s the one who keeps in touch with Angel Investigations so she should know about Wolfram&Hart.  Frankly, Buffy’s sudden faith in the system in season 6 seems almost out of nowhere and unearned and I have no problem believing Willow wouldn’t share it

You mention "her issues with insecurity, consent and quick fixes.” 

Personal opinion, I would prefer they never addressed those issues with Willow and I did a post about it a month or so ago, here’s the complete text: 

 “ I’m a pretty strong defender of Willow in Buffy but I do wonder if people realize that I do see her flaws.  I just think the show shouldn’t really have dealt with them.

People have flaws. They don’t all get dealt with or take you over or everyone would be perfect or evil by the time they die.It’s kind of like with Tim Drake in DC or Kitty Pryde in Marvel.

Fans joke about Future Tim constantly being Evil Gun Batman because of a bad future version of him in official canon.  There’s posts on here that call him morally grey at best.  People joke about him carrying a sticky note written by Batman to remind him of the Batffamily’s policy on murder.  The darkness is there and it’s recognized, but the current version of the character never actually succumbs to it.

Similar with Kitty.  In the recent Sins of Sinister storyline, in the bad future it  was declared that stripped of her morals she was one of the cruelest mutants out there.  In the 80s villains with major plans loved the idea of corrupting her.  In the 90s they made her the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club in the Mutant X-verse.  And readers acknowledged some of it too.  X-men fanfic in the 90s made reference to it.  I remember one story where the writer had Wolverine say that if Kitty was kicked off the X-men for being to young, based on her personality and the life mutants lead she’d be back in five years acting like Emma Frost without the bleach  job(and based on timing this would have early 80s Emma) and another where instead of attacking Pete Wisdom when he sees him and Kitty kissing, Colossus realizes if Kitty didn’t want him kissing her she’d have force fed him his testicles. And then gotten angry.

People see it acknowledge it, but the writers basically never intend for the bad turn to happen”

Willow’s desire for quick fixes can be looked at as a desire for efficiency in her and her friends lives.  Her issues with consent can be based on how rarely people ask for hers, but just assume she will go along with what they want and seem so shocked when she has a different opinion on how things should be.  Her insecurity?  Well, Xander never got over his.  Buffy never really got over a lot of hers.

If you have issue with her actions, you better be ready to tell her why they’re wrong and convince her, not just expect her to take your word

BTVS SEASON 6 - BIG BAD - DEBATE.

Now, you know my stance if you’ve seen any of my posts about Season 6 of ‘BTVS’. Dark Willow is the BIG BAD of Season 6 for me. She’s too awesome to not give her that honour. I love her too much not to. I mean come on - look at this bad ass. She’s a fantastic villain.

But I’ve heard other interpretations - both from the fans and the creators - that can be just as valid.

I’ve heard “Life”

I’ve heard “The Core Scoobies”

I’ve heard “Warren”

I’ve heard “Depression”

I’ve even heard “Bunnies” (thanks Anya 😂👌).

There doesn’t seem to be a unanimous agreement on who/what is actually the BIG BAD of Season 6.

So I want to start a debate on it. I want to know other interpretations/assumptions/ideas/insinuations.

Perhaps you believe there isn’t a BIG BAD at all.

Explain why and how. I want to know. Debate!

[yourhero404]

How do you think Wolfram would be like if he was a yandere to his S/O?

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever had to write about something yandere, hopefully I do okay!

WOLFRAM

-He’s never had anything stable in his life, the idea of losing his one consistent treasure was his driving point to be as possessive as he is. Nothing and no one gets close to his s/o, definitely does not get the chance to hurt them, or so much as think about them.

-Has no sense of hesitation to attack. Whether his s/o is around or not, if someone gets too close and forgets their place, or if they harm them in any sort of way, he’s got one sharp piece of metal ready to pierce straight through their bodies.

-Jealous very easily. If he feels as though someone eyes his s/o too closely, they’re in danger of evoking his wrath. He can normally keep his calm and deal with his emotions internally, but something about his love for them and his own fear of losing them drives him off the edge. It embarrasses him at times, if he’s truly honest with himself.

-To (S/o) themselves, however, Wolfram can be the sweetest human being they’ve ever met. He’s still a criminal, a killer, an absolute bundle of rage when things don’t go his way and pretty controlling to ensure that things are executed the way he wants them to be—but behind closed doors, there are moments of peace where he’d do anything just to make (S/o) smile. A smile meant only for him.

-Possessive—calls (S/o) almost every hour if they’re separated. Together, he keeps them within arm’s length and refuses to let them out of his sight. They don’t leave anywhere without him, talk to anyone he disapproves of—he’s manipulative with them to ensure they’re still his treasure, and his alone.

[prose-for-hire]

Wedding bells and soul spells

Request: Please can you do a angelx reader where angel and reader get married put some smut in it please

Requested by: @naythelipgallagherlover​

Warning: Mention/implication of sex. Mention of penetration.

A/N: Set somewhere Angel S5, but as long as you know about Wolfram and Hart that’s all that’s mentioned. Aftermath of reader and Angel’s big day. I don’t write smut. But there is talk of sex, description of kissing and hints at more which is all I wanna do atm! Thanks for understanding 💜

It was the big day. Actually, it had been an evening ceremony, but that was to be expected. Angel had asked you to marry him five years previous, but you were in high school then and he had lost his soul and turned into Angelus that night. To say there was a bit of a cooling off period after that, was an understatement. You were now in LA, you had moved with him – he had needed to leave Sunnydale as there were too many bad memories there, after all that had happened. You were by his side as he expanded Angel investigations and became a CEO. Even if it was at an evil law firm, you were proud of him.

The claddagh ring he had proposed with that night was now on your wedding finger. You had said no at the time, and he had expected it but it had still meant a promise and so you had still worn it since then. Marriage. Eternal love and this promise only strengthening since that night. And it would have to, after everything you had both gone through when Angelus returned it was a wonder that you had stayed together through it all.

You had the ceremony and left the others still celebrating at the reception, all your friends happy that you and Angel had finally married. He carried you over the threshold, his traditional streak not lost on the occasion. His lips where heated, white-hot with anticipation. It had finally happened and he was kissing you as if you could bring life back into his body. You kissed your husband with a matching passion, not able to help smiling into the kiss.

As he lay you down, pulling the binding clothing from his way as he kissed any exposed skin he could find, he softened. His gaze, the smile that had been uncharacteristically plastered on his face all day was just reserved for you now as he caressed you, his strong hands worshipped your form.

He was kneeling between your legs, his hand running down your body as your eyes connected and you couldn’t help smiling. You had really done it. You were his, and he was yours. You were both thinking the same thing as he kissed slowly up your chest as if he were savouring every moment, teasing sloppily along your collarbone as your hands ran up his back. You couldn’t help hum in pleasure as his hands started to roam. It was sensual and you found yourself getting lost in his touch, his kiss. But a worry started to gnaw at you, it bit so deep that you had to say something.

“Are we doing this? I mean really?” You mumbled as he started to kiss back down your neck, allowing for your mouth to start talking by itself, “After last time…” You mutter which brings everything to an abrupt halt. He looked up at you from where he was leaning over you with a sigh, eyes briefly clouded with painful memories of when he had lost his soul.

Since then, you and Angel had thought up creative ways to pleasure each other, and yourselves, without penetration. Just in case. It had meant a lot of frustration and creativity at times, but you had both wanted to keep each other as safe as you could. He wasn’t much of a talker, his way of showing love was often physical, so this had been hard. But you now had a solution, in the form of a wedding gift.

“Y/n, Willow’s gift to us was a new happiness clause, so I don’t-so you don’t have to go through what we went through-” he cut himself off, now moving to sit on the edge of the bed, a hand running through his hair at the thought. How this could all go wrong if something wasn’t quite right with the powerful magic Willow had cast for them. The smile slipped from his face, a shadow slowly casting across it instead.

He wanted you. He wanted to have you so badly, that night five years ago was the best of his life, dead or undead. He had never felt such love interwoven with such desire until he had met you. His body ached for you in every sense.

“Way to kill the mood. Sorry” You muttered, kneeling behind him on the bed, your wedding clothes still awry from the unbridled passion that had pulsed through you both in anticipation. An anticipation that was slowly going to dissipate if you didn’t act fast.

From beside him, you moved to unbuckle his belt, pulling it away and discarding it, whispering hushed suggestions into his ear. Your hand dancing towards the bulge in his pants. With a glint in your eye, you spoke of all the things you told each other you would do given half the chance, of the vow of this release that had been promised for so long. His eyes darkened both at your tone and the way you wanted him, appeared so desperate for this. For him. Your voice, the love and desire held within it was vibrating deeper through him than the music of the band you had hired for your wedding.

His lips were on yours in a heartbeat, his hands tangling in your hair. The emotion, the day, it had all come to this. He took you, barely able to stop himself from just throwing you down and being done with it. But he wanted this to be romantic, he wanted to take his time, the way it had been. That night, before everything.

It started slow, a heat igniting between you that no amount of second-guessing or caution could quell. The passion exploded into a fiery crescendo, the longing and the affection you shared entwining into this unwavering desire. Somehow, as his lips had crashed into yours, his tongue entering hot and wanting, you had removed his shirt, popping some buttons in the process as he took your clothes from you. Even through it all, he always looked at you, making sure you wanted him. Even though you had just married him, he was always caring, always checking.

“I love you, y/n” He murmured, kissing slowly now, “I love you so much” he carried on this lament, assuring his love for you. You began to create harmonies with your breathy moans as you finally were able to convey your love through instinctual physical touch.

You recited your vows a second time that night, no longer verbal, instead through a physical intimacy that was a long time coming.

[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

Mammon and Wolfram von Bielefeld from Kyo Kara Maoh! have the same vibe??? Hear me out:

• Demon

• A lot older than they look

• Still kinda immature tho

• Family is a big part of their lives

• Has a random human fall into their world

• Initially pissed off by it cause ew humans

• The human manages to win over their loyalty really fast? Literally in a couple of days

• The most loyal to their human

• Human has to go around acting as the resident therapist and fixing all their family issues

• Human turns out to be extremely powerful

• Human would rather talk things through & establish peace

• Human turns out to not be fully human (hc that MC isn't fully human because of many reasons I've mentioned in earlier posts)

• Human has a link to a dead woman who meant a lot to them and their family

• The human has to go back to Earth but finds a way to come back (after an year?)

• Though the human rarely uses it, they have the power to order them and their brothers around (MC cause of the pacts and Yuuri cause he is literally the king)

• Always ready for Shenanigans™ with their human

• Has the biggest most obvious crush on the human

• Over protective

•Possessive

• Jealous

• Clingy

• Has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to someone getting too close to their human and will materialise from thin air to set boundaries cause their human can't be trusted to do that

• Has a stoic over worked big brother who adores them

• Kind of a brat tbh

• Loud

• Kind of obnoxious

• Has a human kid

• Sneaks in to their human's room so that they can sleep together (assuming that Mammon leaving three of his personal items in MC's room, including a toothbrush and him constantly barging into MC's room in the dead of night, and his guest interactions constantly asking MC whether he can come to their room when it's later means that they spend nights together)

• I kinda hc (like Levi having an affinity to water) Mammon has one to fire because of that one background in one of his SSR cards (other than in Levi's cards as far as ik this is the only other card that had something like this), also it'd match his personality. So assuming this is true they'd both have an affinity to fire

• They try to maintain somewhat of a hard exterior (which in actuality is really transparent) but they're actually the softest?

Obviously there are differences;

• Mammon tries to go for the 'cool guy' look while Wolfram's is the 'pretty boy' look

• Wolfram may or may not have anger issues? He gets pissed off pretty easily while Mammon is actually pretty chill (and may actually be more of a peace keeper?)

• Mammon is way more chaotic and reckless

• Wolfram's not really tsundere & is actually pretty open with his feelings towards yuuri

• When it comes down to it, though he does have a tendency to be stubborn, Wolfram's pretty obedient to his older brothers and only seems to break the rules when Yuuri's asking him to come do something dumb

• Wolfram's the youngest from three brothers and kind of a spoilt brat because of it

Just thought the similarities were cute?

[sweetsbfreex]

hey mama

Summary: Steve never got the chance to say goodbye to his mother, never got the closure. He woke up out of the ice and was no longer a son. You get him a birthday gift for the comfort he never received.

Warnings: talk of parent death/trauma. 

Pairings: bf!steve rogers x reader 

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You work late nights just to keep on the lights/ Mommy got me trainings wheels so i could keep on my bike/ And you would give me anything in this world

- 

It’s a chill night. You, Steve, and Wanda are in the living room, sprawled on the couch as a movie plays. 

Steve’s been a bit reserved the past few days and just not himself. Your guess was the Anniversary of the passing of his mother, Sarah Rogers.

Evidently, you never got a chance to meet the sole provider of the Rogers household. But he always talks about her. Always telling you how much she would’ve loved you and the fact that you make the best chocolate chip cookies would’ve won her over. 

Dozed off and laid on the couch, his head on your lap is Steve. Your fingers run through his hair and facial features in a delicate manner.

Your eyes are stuck to the screen when you feel him shift. Looking down his eyes are shut tight, nose scrunched just a bit, and his eyebrows furrowed together. Then he mewls silently before his voice drops.

This isn’t anything new, but the whispers of a broken ‘momma’ breaks your heart. 

Wanda looks on with a sorrow frown on her face before she lifts up a scarlet, glowing hand towards Steve. And just like that he's quiet. His face relaxes and a small smile adorns his face. 

You thank her, sincerely, before descending to place a kiss on his warm cheek. 

A MONTH BEFORE HIS BIRTHDAY 

You’ve researched and researched. Wikipedia, museums catered to Steve, Wolfram, and hundreds of World War Two resources. Most of them faintly brush on his family and not one obtained a picture of his mom. 

At this point, you were desperate. Wanting to give Steve a birthday gift that would procure a sense of home he could take anywhere.

So, here is where Tony and Wanda are rallied up. 

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Wanda: 

Wanda's role is to capture how Sarah Rogers looked and Sounded, by getting into Steve's head.

“Steve,” you call his name while plopping onto his lap without any warning. He adjusts immediately, so his are arms wrapped around you. 

“You all right, doll” he kisses your nose. 

“I’m okay, are you though? Seems like you’re not getting much sleep lately” you hum, your hand caressing his jaw.

“Yeah” he huffs, “I think ma’s anniversary is…I guess taking a toll on me. More than it usually does.”

“Have you seen Dr. Cho about it? She helped me a lot when my dad passed away.” 

“I didn’t think about that, I’ll talk to her about it soon.” 

Your fingers clasp his cheeks, making sure he looks at you.

“…and you know I’m here too, if you need someone to talk to,” 

“I know, honey, thank you,” he squeezes your hips, locking his plump lips to yours. 

-

You didn’t have to beg Tony as much as you thought you would. You only proposed the idea once and he agreed. 

Now, today was the day! 

You celebrated Steve first thing in the morning with endless kisses, cuddles, and a stack of his favorite pancakes. Later in the day, Tony’s house (if you could even call it that) is decorated and filled with close friends.

It was the same every year. A combined barbecue and birthday celebration in honor of Captain America/Steve. Steve never complained, he enjoyed getting to spend his birthdays with his found family and best girl. 

-

Steve sat in the middle of the couch, a blue birthday hat on his head. He smiles and thanks everyone for their gifts. 

Lastly, you hand the wrapped cube with a red and blue bow on the top. 

“Happy Birthday, Stevie,” you beamed. He grabs the box with a thank you and a kiss to your cheek. 

Once he’s unwrapped it, he’s met with a silver compact engraved with an antique-like design on the top. He can’t lie that he’s pretty confused on why you would get him blush, or any other makeup product you have.

He peers up at you, a look of puzzlement.

“Open it,” you whisper, urging him on. Your heart picks up its pace. Having no idea how he’ll react to such a personal gift. He opens it, and notices how the lights begin to dim. 

In a flash, his mother. Well, from the chest up, his mother is in front of him. Her blond hair is pulled back and pinned with her silver barrette ( like she always wore it.)

She’s a hologram standing in front of him, after the many years he’s gone without her. Without saying goodbye. He can’t believe his eyes are watching his inherited soft baby blues look straight at him, with the familiar warm close-lipped smile on her face. 

The birthmark on her cheekbone is even there. She’s so life-like, it’s mind-boggling. 

You watch how Steve’s eyes widen and glisten. His breath catches. You also speculate how Bucky grips the couch for support while he gasps at the sight in front of him, as if she was alive. 

“Steven...” Her head and eyes move fluently as she looks at him. 

His ears start to ring. It’s her voice, exactly how he’s always heard in his dreams. It’s what he always heard as he was being berated for getting into another fight as she patched him up. Yet in the end she smiled telling him how proud she was that he stayed up for what’s right. 

The voice he heard bid him well before school after an embarrassing kiss to his sunken cheeks and Bucky’s rosy one.

“Happy Birthday, my angel. You look so dashing, I wish I could squeeze your cheeks so you can whine in dismay.”

Steve chuckles airily, he had told you about that: his mother’s tendency to squeeze his cheeks whenever she saw him. 

“You are my pride, my love, and my everything. I am proud of the man you’ve become and always were, all of us are. You choose kindness and integrity over everything and that is what makes you my special boy. 

I don’t  want you to ever feel alone, because I am always with you, watching over you. In your heart and every step you take. Look around and there I will be. But know I miss you always.”

He feels her warm smile all around him, and can barely see as tears drop every second. 

“I love you and James, always.” 

It blips away and he feels like he can breathe again. It’s what he’s always wished: to hear her voice one more time without the tragic endings his brain spewed. 

The energy in the room shifts. Everyone knows the story of Steve Rogers, so they know this is a big deal for him. 

You blink before you feel familiar arms wrap around your lower-waist; the face you love shoves into your neck; and tears on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he chokes out and you squeeze him tighter as you caress the back of his head. 

“Of course. It wasn’t only me, Wanda helped with the graphics and Tony built everything.” you smile, kissing his cheek when he pulls away. 

He turns to the two, “Thank you so much, you don’t know what this means to me.”

They respond warmly. 

You turn to Bucky who has a wispy look on his face, “Bucky, if you’d like, Tony said he would love to make you one.”

Bucky nods in a response, a tight smile on his face. He never got to see his Ma either. Only reading one letter she mailed to him before being captured by Hydra for what felt like eternity. 

-

The fireworks were meant to start any minute. It was a special formula for the veterans, children, and animals that attended. Around Tony’s expansive backyard, everyone was either seated in a chair or blanket on the lush grass. 

You and Steve are sharing a blanket. His larger body encases yours as your back meets his chest, and his arms wrap around you tightly. The feel of tender lips against your temple results in quiet giggles. 

“You’re. Amazing.” With a kiss in between.  

A hand holds your jaw, tilting it up to his. “You really are. I don’t think you know how much that gift means to, to Bucky even. I never thought I'd get to see her face like that ever again. I never even got a chance to say goodbye. You brought me closure…” his voice catches. 

“I love you, y/n”

Your eyes gloss at his admission as you smile shyly. Your body shifts as you throw an arm around his neck, “Happy Birthday, Steve” your breath mingles with his as you bring him for a kiss. 

Fireworks blaze in the air, coloring the sky. 

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RUMOR HAS IT

Angel series imagine

Angel x Fem! Witch! reader. Spike x Fem! Witch! reader

T.W.: language, mention of demons and vampires (obviously)

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I exit the elevator, entering the main floor of Wolfram and Hart. I exhale, second guessing the discission I made this morning, but I approach the person I consider my closest friend and proceed to tell her anyway.

" Hey Harm, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course, you can, sweetie" the blonde responds, adding an encouraging smile. Here it goes.

" I, um, I think I'm in love with...

" a vampire " she finishes for me

" What? How do you..."

"Everyone knows y/n, well everyone except said vampire."

"You should tell him" She continues. Earning a gasp from me.

"Are you nuts? I can't tell him, ever." I argue.

"Well, why not, waiting for him to notice obviously isn't working."

"Harm, look at me, I'm just a witch, that's a big step down from slayer, I know how he feels about me, we are barely friends."

"You are a very powerful witch, and Buffy was forever ago, he's so over it." She pauses, thinking as deep as a she can before she continues." Okay, just do one thing for me, say it out loud" I look at her confused.

"You heard me" she pushes, and I know she won't shut up about this, and if I don't do this, she might just tell him herself.

I take another deep breath before giving her what she wants.

" I'm in love with..." My confession is interrupted by the elevator door opening, to reveal Angel and Spike caught in yet another of their famous arguments. I watch them both, until Harmony clears her throat

" you're in love with..." She repeats my statement, prompting me to continue. She doesn't have to smirk for me to know what she is doing. But I've got a few tricks.

" With an undead creature with a soul." I finish, proud of myself for keeping it cryptic. " Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a locator spell to work, that baby eating demon won't kill itself."

" that's not what I wanted to hear, y/n" she shouts at me as I stalk down the hall toward my office, unaware that my cryptic confession caused the vampires to stop their argument.

" did she just say what I think she said?"

"Sorry boss, but I can't tell you that, I wouldn't look good as a frog" I laugh at her statement, before closing my door.

**Time skip**

After days and nights of research, we did finally find and kill that demon. And now we are all exhausted and ready to head home, too bad we now have to file paperwork about the case. why, I have no clue, does someone actually want to read about this stuff, future watchers, maybe. But at least it will distract me from thinking about my other situation.

It just so happens that I end up in the elevator with spike, when suddenly, it jerks to a stop and the lights flicker off. As I go to ask what happened, the lights come back on, but the car doesn't move.

" Relax, love, I stopped it, wanted to talk to you"

" Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you too, just not in the elevator"

" It’s the only spot in this bloody place with privacy” He explains, before continuing. “You seemed a little distracted, is it that rumor, floating about?"

Well, yeah, I..." 

" You should tell him"

" Wait, who?"

"Angel, for someone who has been around awhile, he's bloody oblivious" he laughs at his diss toward Angel

" It must be a vampire thing then" I mutter, looking anywhere but his face.

" what's that supposed to mean"

When I don't answer, he grabs my shoulder, turning me to face him.

" I... I don't love angel, not like that."

" I heard you with Harmony, " undead creature with a s-" he cuts himself off, as his brain Catches up to his mouth "oh. Oh! You meant..." I nod and smile nervously, waiting for his response. He only smirks at me.

" Well, go on, tell me how I'm just a stupid little witch and you could never...oh" his lips are on mine. They are softer than I expected, and he taste like cigarettes and copper, that was expected. Somehow during our kiss, the elevator began moving again, and before we knew it, the doors opened.

I didn't want to pull away, but some of us still need to breath, when I did, he smiled at me and grabbed my hand.

"Well, there you two are...." Harmony cuts off mid-sentence and her lips stretch into a knowing smirk.

"What?" Spike, growled, pushing past her, rushing to get to my office.

As we reach my door, I hear her yell after us.

" it's about time"