#y'all have just gotten annoying god bless

[inutaffy]

listen i want everyone to know how much of a canon pjo ship hater i am. i 100 percent submitted so/angelo to the "not everyone ships that" tournament. i don't get per/cabeth don't talk to me about f razel don't talk to me about ca-leo dont talk to me about ji-per like NONNNEEE of them are gripping to me you just need to know that right now

[derangedanomaly]

I saw your new post and I was like 'hmm, interesting' can you write about the bad sans a few more of your choice reacting to their Fem S/O who was Overly blessed?, Like She was literally God's favorite in most things

And every time someone is going to hurt her lightning strikes them or something else happens and she just shrugged like she's used to that, bonus if she's absolutely beautiful and she's being flirt with regularly resulting in half of these people being fried or Almost killed by the God's

I love this request lmao.

Thank you anon! Hope you enjoy! :D

Masterlist

BAD SANSES X OVERLY BLESSED S/O

(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Error)

NIGHTMARE:

Oh, he will absolutely HATE YOU. (Not for long though. 😉)

You tried flirting with him the first time y'all met, and that was basically the kick-starter for him to hate you. He tried to kill you after your flirting attempt, but got immediately striked with lightning.💀

He literally can't stand you. From your breathtaking beauty, your smoothness all the way to your flirtiness!! (<- his words, not mine 🤷‍♀️)

The gods hate him too. So SO much. It's actually wild.

He literally can't believe the amount of bullshit you've gotten away from. Like, what do you mean you've 'accidentaly' killed someone?! And- excuse me- but did you just say that you ROBBED A STORE ONCE?! Bro is flabbergasted.

Doesn't want anything to do with you. You're just a stupid pest only in his way!! So why's he itching to be in your presence now?

He's so frustrated that it's actually really weird... That's the king of DARKNESS, negativity, and here he is, craving after a little touch from this mortal.

You're actually not part of the Bad Sanses. But you are part of the Star Sanses, which should make Nightmare feel good. He knows he should feel better! But he feels so much fucking worse...

After many fights between the Star Sanses, (which now includes you too), he finds himself subconsciously chasing after you.

Normally, he goes after Dream in fights, but now... His target changed. And he's not slick either. Everybody fucking noticed! And you know who noticed it right away? Yes, that's right, Dream.

I swear, your fights just includes you two flirting with each other while tussling. The Gods don't even notice how flirty you guys are, when you're saying stuff like: "I wish you'd wipe that stupid smirk off of your face, it's annoying." "You want me so bad.." "SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Nightmare doesn't know it yet, but he's slowly falling for you the more y'all are away from each other. Maybe you return his feelings back?

KILLER:

"Mamma Mia... that's one hell of a woman...." I swear, Killer's in love with you from the first time he saw you. And it wasn't because of your looks nor your flirtiness! The first time he saw you, you literally killed someone on the spot because he tried to take your food. (The God's are back at it again 💀)

Listen, Killer's NOT the shy type. That's for sure. But right now, he felt more shier than ever before. You were just so ethereal to him..

He went up to you and greeted you. Safe to say that y'all clicked together right away! Maybe.. you also fell for him from the first sight? (THE ZING FROM HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA CONFIRMED??!)

The Gods for sure striked him at least 3 times. Until you had something to say about it. The Gods stopped attacking Killer so much after they saw that you genuinely loved him back.

You two have a little flirting competition every now and then. (You always win)

He's at awe when you tell him all the crimes you've gotten away from. Cause, like, since when??!

He doesn't like it that you're a part of the Star Sanses.. "your love is not meant to be" (He's just being dramatic. As always.)

He can't help but sneak off with you when there's a fight between the Bad and Star Sanses. He just wants to be with you. And I don't mean that as only spend time with you. Nah...he WANTS you!

He actually confesses to you, he says that he loves you and that he can't help but yearn for you. Now comes the question...will you accept his confession?

DUST:

Oh baby, oh BROTHER. He's so annoyed with you. He doesn't like it much when people are as outgoing as you..

Listen, the Gods don't have much an opinion on him.. but they WILL fry him at least 5 times until getting used to seeing him around you.

While Dust doesn't like you much, you in turn LOVE him. You're flirting with him almost all the time. Which rewards you with a very blushy Dust that quickly teleports away. (Not before giving you a side eye. 💀)

Don't worry, he will also start to slowly fall for you the more y'all are conversing. (You fell first but he fell harder >>>>)

Wants for you to prove to him you did those things that you're saying you got away with. Just to fuck with you 💀

His mouth literally dropped open when he finds out you, in fact, was telling the truth. I mean, you did just get out of a store with a shitload of money in your hands.

He was about to ask you how you did it so quickly, but he was interrupted with loud sirens. Welp, looks like you're busted. He smirks at you, as if saying that he was right with you not getting away with it- until you did the most shocking thing ever. You flirted your way out of the prison by flirting with the police officers.

And this right here, was the exact moment when Dust found out he loves you. He gave the officers the hardest glare. He was FUMING. At last, he couldn't take it as his Gaster Blasters appeared and killed the humans. 💀

Becomes miserable when you join the Star Sanses. Damn..and right after he found his feelings for you :(

You both still sneak off from your respective groups to see each other.

Dust keeps comparing your situation to Romeo and Juliet, except no one's dying. He has the biggest genuine smile on his face as he says this.. he's so cute istg..

HORROR:

He just tilts his head whenever he sees you "kill off" people you flirt with. (The Gods are at fault here yet again.)

He approaches you, without a word, looking at you in silence. You both just stare into each other's eyes. It's...kinda awkward from another point of view.

Oh.my.god. THE GODS (and you) FIND HIM SO SWEET WHEN THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS GIVE YOU FLOWERS 😭😭 (some of them are ripped, but that's fine. //Bro ate them//)

He immediately becomes ok in The God's eyes. (The amount of times the Gods strikes him/fried him: 0)

BRO'S WINNING

The best part of it all, is that it was all done subconsciously. He just saw these flowers, thought they were pretty, so he tried to eat them, but then he saw you and thought that they'd fit better with a pretty woman like you.

You try flirting with him, but he either doesn't get your flirting, or he doesn't acknowledge it.

He likes listening to your crime list. He always lays down on your lap whenever you tell him these stories.

He doesn't want you to be a part of the Star Sanses, he wants you with him!! So he'll just kidnap you in the middle of the night. 🤷‍♀️ (And he does that so casually too 😭)

He always compliments you, whenever he can. You're just so pretty in his eyes. 😭

Horror tends to avoid talking much, as it takes him a little longer, but he'll try to talk to you more than the others :) (My HC)

ERROR:

This dofus is so amazed. He knows that you're probably the Gods favorite right away.

He's interested...I guess.

He tries to be sneaky as he creeps up behind you, and greets you. (He's just shy.. I mean- a beautiful girl like YOU? And in his territory?? He doesn't bring much people there 💀)

The God's immediately striked him btw.

Fortunately, you find him quite fun to be around. But the Gods don't like him much.

It becomes kinda difficult talking with him, when the Gods just fry him right away.

You quickly become frustrated, and try to let them somehow know that you LIKE him and want to be around him. So...you become the MOST FLIRTIEST MF THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN.

Error just becomes a blushing mess at your ministrations. "*Some flirty line*" "O-Oh- Uhm..thanks?" He doesn't even know how to respond to them.

But after awhile, it was a success and he doesn't get fried anymore! (The Gods probably became too tired of him to care, or they finally took a hint.)

Error doesn't mind the flirting much, (because he loves you) but please- for the LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY- Don't touch him. You'll immediately lose his trust if you touch him. (His Haphephobia)

Actually kinda thrives in the fact that you're a member of the Star Sanses. He's just a sucker for "prohibited love".

It also doesn't bother him much, because he's not actually an official member of the Bad Sanses. He rejected Nightmare's invite, but sometimes comes to their side if he's needed or he's just bored 🤷‍♀️

He makes sure that you're safe during battles. Even if you're on the other team.

Wants to hear EVERY bad thing you've done. (It...gets him kinda- going? I guess. He just finds that attractive.)

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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'Match-Up' for uravityko

Hey, Ivy. Sorry for the wait, love. I hope you enjoy it. ❤️

Assassination Classroom

Karma Akabane

Relationship Song: Self Control - Bebe Rexha

Oh, Lord! The sarcasm!

Both of y'all are very sarcastic individuals, but this boy takes things to the next level. You know those times when you just can’t deal with anything; let alone someone’s sarcastic ass comments? Yeah, Well, Karma likes to go over that line, at times. His reasoning...You look fucking hot when you get mad. He knows you tend to be a little bit of a hot head and he loves to push you to that limit. Not all the time, though. And, he knows not to push it too hard. He just loves seeing your fiery side come out.

He’s able to easily pull you out of your moods by simply making a sarcastic joke. You’d have the most annoyed face on, but as soon as the joke leaves his lips you try your damnedest to try to suppress your laugh. It never works, though.

He loves making you laugh...And, making you angry. Lol. Did I mention he finds you hot when you’re mad? But, don’t worry he’d never make you cry.

If you’re having a bad day he’s right there pulling you into his arms for a hug. He doesn’t like seeing you sad or upset. And, babe, you can bet if it was a person who made you upset he’d do something about it. He’s not letting that person get away with hurting you. “They’ll never bother you again, Ivy. I promise.”

You guys are both pretty laid-back so I see you guys down to do pretty much anything together. Wanna watch anime? He’s right there with some snacks. Feeling artsy? He’s down. He’s actually quite intrigued by your glass paintings, tbh. He loves watching the whole process. It’s very relaxing. Plus, there’s just something about watching you in your element. You seem so happy and at peace with the world in those moments.

A surprising activity the two of y'all do together is makeovers. He’ll gladly offer himself as your model. You wanna do his makeup and hair? Go right ahead. He finds the whole thing actually pretty relaxing and plus he’s not gonna lie...He looks hot AF all made up. It’s not unusual to see him checking himself out in the mirror once you’re done. He feels like a model. And, if you’re a good girl, he’ll put on a little fashion show for you.

Study dates!

Everyday after school you’ll go over to each other’s houses and work on homework/study. I mean Karma’s a smart guy, but he can be a little lazy, at times. So, don’t be surprised if y’all end up making out instead. Tbh, it’s hard to study whenever you’re around, but he’d never admit to that.

PDA:

He loves to hold your hand, fingers intertwined, as you guys walk. The warmth of your hand against his just does something to him. He feels so happy and at peace.

Piggyback rides! Karma’s got a playful side, so I definitely see piggyback rides being a thing between the two of you.

Also, this man checks you out ALL the time. Sometimes he’ll be sly and sneaky about it, but a majority of the time you’ll just blatantly stare at you with a smirk etched on his face.

Hugs with karma are warm and tight. He loves to grab you by the waist and pull you into his chest as he rests his head on top of yours. Just don’t be expecting to leave his embrace anytime soon. You’re going to be stuck in his arms for a while, js.

Now kisses...babe...Kisses with Karma are passionate and playful. You can expect playful nips at your lips and even some along your neck. And, he LOVES to leave hickies on your neck. He’s a bit possessive and loves to show others that you belong to him.

Speaking of which, a jealous Karma is a little scary. Lol. God bless the sorry soul who was flirting with you. We all know that crazy look Karma gets in his eye. If you can it’s best to pull Karma away from the person before he has a chance to do anything. Because, he will. When Karma sees someone hitting on you, especially if they’re particularly persistent, he just sees red. So, unless you want to help hide the body it’s best to just drag him away from the situation as fast as possible.

Now, don’t think you’ll get away unscathed. Oh, no, no. You can expect that boy is going to pin you down and make sure you know who you belong to.

Just know he trusts you wholeheartedly, it’s other people he doesn’t trust. You’re his and his alone.

My Hero Academia

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Relationship Song: I.F.L.Y. - Bazzi

Keigo is a sarcastic, smart-ass, but you're able to dish it right back at him. He’s never been more attracted to you like he is in these moments. God, when you roast him, he loves it. Nothing gets him more riled up than your sass.

You guys also make a pretty great team. I mean the both of you never second guess your choices, which is vital when being a hero, and y’all just have a very great dynamic going on. There’s so many partners who have contrasting personalities and end up butting heads when it really counts. Y'all aren’t like that. With a similar thought process you guys bounce ideas off each other with ease.

When chilling out together you guys tend to end up watching TV or playing video games. He’s also gotten into a few anime shows because of you. He’s really into ‘Durarara!!’, atm.

He, himself, isn’t very artistic, but he loves to watch you draw & paint. If you ever want to draw him he’d be very down with it. Lol. Just don’t expect him not to get a little playful with it.

Keigo actually has a bass guitar so I see the two of you having little jam sessions together. Whether you guys play similar music or not, you guys are always learning to play new pieces and playing them for each other.

Like Karma, I see Keigo down with getting a makeover from you. You wanna go all out on him? Go ahead. Hell, he’ll even let you take a picture of him all dolled up afterwards.

Dates with Keigo are usually stay-at-home events or to the arcade, movies, or amusement park. He’s pretty laid-back and is down for anything as long as his with you.

You craving food at 12am? He’s down to make a food run. What do you want?

Also, I feel like he’d own a motorcycle. I see y’all going on night rides together. The adrenaline from the motorcycle and the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist is absolute euphoria to him. These moments are his favorite, hands down.

PDA:

This man LOVES to cuddle. So, don’t be surprised if you often find yourself wrapped up in his arms. He sees you as his personal teddy bear. You’re warm, soft, and smell great. Why wouldn’t he want to snuggle with you?

Kisses with Keigo are passionate and somewhat lazy. He often pulls you into kisses as he wraps his arms around your waist. Slow, lazy kisses are his go to, but he likes to mix it up every now and then and surprise you with a really intense breath-taking kiss.

He’s a tease in every sense of the word. You can expect wandering hands when you’re around him, ex. surprise butt/boob grabs when cuddling/kissing or when leaning into a kiss he’ll swerve on you at the last minute. Just little things like that.

When Keigo gets jealous he’ll simply walk over to you and wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you in close to him. He may be a crowd favorite, but he does have a very intimidating presence to him so whoever was flirting with you instantly gets the message.

Now, if you were ever to get attacked by villains you can bet he’s not holding back. As soon as he gets you out of harm’s way he’s going in for the kill. It takes a lot for him to get very angry, but hurting you drives him feral every time.

[fumiko-matsubara]

Chiba Ryuunosuke || Sleep

Contrary to popular belief and very hypocritical to his own actions, Chiba Ryuunosuke actually loves to sleep.

Even though he has the habit of staying up late and working himself to the bone simultaneously, Chiba values his sleep the same way he values his personal space.

It shouldn't be disturbed.

He especially loves it when the day after a day is a Sunday, with his homework done and schedules cleared, because it means he can finally sleep in as long as he wants without inevitably facing any sort of outside disturbance (like his phone, his cat, any of his sisters, or sometimes even a wild Koro-sensei zooming by the window). With doors and windows locked, curtains closed, phone muted, and alarms disabled, Chiba always makes sure to have his dinner between 6-7 at night during Saturdays so that he can surely have his usual 16 hours of undisturbed rest since he then would normally wake up around Sunday noon.

Though, that doesn't mean that he wouldn't accidentally oversleep still whenever he chooses to stay up late during the weekdays. Everytime he stays awake until midnight as the earliest, his body will then automatically sleep in until there's only about an hour left before the first period starts the next day.

It was like as if his body has an alarm clock of its own with the way he always wakes up at 8 in the morning regardless of what time he finally falls into slumber.

Chiba was glad by this since it means he then won't oversleep to the point of missing more than half of his morning classes. But at the same time, it annoys him because it means he can't sleep in when he wants to.

Chiba likes to be punctual at all times, even begrudgingly too. It was the least he could do to make up for his not so good reputation since the impression he leaves on people the first time he meets them just for merely existing wasn't usually a good one. Oh how hyper aware he always is to the surprised whispers from his new classmates about how he is surprisingly compliant to the rules despite looking like someone who couldn't careless.

But even he has his own limits like come on now.

Maybe perhaps it's an aftereffect from befriending Karma last term but there are times when Chiba just badly wanted to screw everything and skip a whole school day just to catch some sleep. But alas, his own body ultimately betrays him and forces him to wake up at bloody 8 in the morning when it's only just been fucking 3 hours since he laid down on his beloved bed like oh my god-!

Which is why Okajima just narrowly dodged a furious fist flying to his face when he greeted Chiba a bit too loudly on their way to school that morning.

Koro-sensei could only sweat profusely when he felt one utterly terrifying unseen glare piercing its way through him in response when he joyfully greeted his class a good morning before starting homeroom.

"Don't even think about bothering him, let alone wake him up," Miki sharply warned to Maehara with a glare of her own when the brunet was curiously eyeing Chiba who was sound asleep on his desk during study hall. "Unless you wanna get bloody scratches on your face like what he did to one of his old band members last month."

Maehara then fearfully smacked both of his hands to cover his face in response, cautiously side stepping away from Chiba's seat as far as possible.

Miki shuddered at her own warning. She was so blessed that she was physically stronger and has better reflexes, that she managed to catch the attacking hands before it reached her face when she was tasked by Karasuma to wake Chiba up that afternoon when the guy was found asleep by a tree when he was just meant to be taking a short break from training like he claimed so.

Well, Chiba was dismissed early from training in the end since the class' usual accurate shot just missed the entire shooting target at every attempt he made. Figures he couldn't function well whenever he was forcibly woken up from his nap.

"Oh he can't be serious now," Nakamura just let out a long exhausted sigh when they found Chiba sound asleep on his desk yet again later that day, still clad in his gym uniform since he clearly couldn't be bothered sparing at least 3 minutes since being dismissed early to change out of it.

Nakamura turned to the ones who were currently present inside the classroom. "So... which of y'all big strong fellas wanna carry him home? I doubt we can wake him up at this point."

"I'll do it," Miki spoke up from her seat, packing her belongings. "We live in the same block anyways and he basically weighs nothing to me."

Something tells them that this wasn't the first time Miki had to carry a sleeping Chiba from one place to another. Maehara just wordlessly patted her shoulder out of pity.

It was a bit too jarring for everyone when Chiba came to class the next day in such a good mood, completely unlike from the violent cranky display he had shown the whole day yesterday.

Since then, nobody even dared to think about waking Chiba up, even if it's to eat something at least no matter how concerned they've gotten, in the entire 28 hours he had been deeply asleep after that whole ordeal with Takaoka's petty ass at the hotel.

They find the enormous makeshift blanket nest kinda cool though, enough to bring envy with how incredibly comfortable it looked to sleep on.

Not that they know how that nest even came to be or where the hell those blankets even came from.

[draconica]

10 + 14 for nellis prompts?

10: Anniversary celebration 14: Morning sex

I switched out anniversary and made it a birthday instead. Enjoy it, bby 😎

On the evening before his birthday (a day he wasn't terribly looking forward to), Nick had decided that the best thing to do would be hit the casino and forget about his upcoming “special” day. Ellis was at work for a long shift and Nick wanted to avoid any more cheery reminders when he got home, so had punted to leave early and grab a bite to eat before heading on to his favorite casino for the night.

When he got home at whatever o'clock in the morning, Ellis was already in bed, which was nothing new, but once Nick had slipped under the covers and tried to shuffle closer to Ellis in order to spoon him, the kid had grunted a little and moved away from his arms. A bewildered, slightly drunken Nick wondered if Ellis was mad at him about something. But before he could process the thought any further, Ellis had sleepily rolled over and snuggled with Nick face to face instead, settling back to sleep almost immediately. Though slightly confused at the time, Nick had been too tired to care and had passed out shortly thereafter.

The next morning, plagued only slightly by a hangover, the gambler stirred into consciousness and was met with a bright, sunny morning peeking through the blinds. He groaned and tried to roll over so he could try and comfortably get five more minutes, but blearily realised that he was trapped on his back.

That was because his arms were tied to the headboard above his head.

“What the-” Nick tilted his head back, trying to see for himself and could only just see the red necktie that had been used, one of his own in fact. Considering that he was still a little spaced and that Ellis had never pulled a stunt like this before, his first instinct was that they were in danger.

“Ellis?!” he called, wincing slightly at the volume of his own voice.

“Hush down,” replied Ellis sweetly not a moment later as he walked into the bedroom, carrying a gift bag. “No need to yell.”

Nick groaned in annoyance and let his head fall back to the pillow at the sight of the bag. “Ellis, what the fuck are you up to?”

His younger lover just grinned at him and set the bag down for now, turning to face Nick with his hands on his hips. “You're gonna like it, don't'chu worry, darlin'.”

Nick had a feeling that whatever 'it' was had something to do with the fact that Ellis was just in a dressing gown. He narrowed his eyes at the mechanic, who in turn just smiled at him with that Southern slant that Nick had taken to so affectionately when they'd first met.

Wordlessly, Ellis crawled onto the bed on top of the covers and straddled his partner, pinning him down even more. He ended up just staring at him for a while, and Nick rose an eyebrow in silent question.

“You look so good,” Ellis commented dreamily. “Even after all these years.”

The gambler snorted. “You mean all four of them?”

His biting tone didn't seem to phase Ellis who just continued to trace lines on Nick's chest whimsically. “Four years can sure change a guy.”

Having enough of all this secrecy that he wasn't being let in on, Nick began to squirm his arms and tried to wriggle free of his restraints, but the knot had been tied pretty well. “C'mon, Ellis, let me out of this, will ya?”

“Nuh-uh,” teased Ellis, finger circling one of Nick's nipples. “I ain't given you your birthday surprise yet.” Nick squinted at him, then moved his gaze briefly over to the gift bag sat on the cabinet nearby. He opened his mouth again with a chastising sneer on his lips before Ellis cut him off. “And I know you said you didn't want anythin' but trust me, darlin'...” Bracing a warm hand on Nick's chest, he leant in and whispered into the his ear. “I think you're really gonna like it.”

Ellis had surprised him with sex plenty of times before, but never with any kind of bondage involved. Nick? Sure, once or twice, after all it was fun to watch Ellis squirm so helplessly, but it seemed like Ellis was up for taking control this time. All right. Nick could roll with that. He jerked his shoulder a little, trying to nudge Ellis up for a kiss. “Well c'mon then, killer.”

“All right, birthday boy,” teased his lover, ignoring the slightly annoyed look that Nick shot him. “Just sit tight and let me take care of ev'rythin'.”

The gambler watched as Ellis leant in to kiss his cheek, moving down to his jaw soon after. But as Nick turned his head to try and connect their lips in a proper kiss, it seemed like Ellis wasn't having it, moving back out of his reach with a sly smile.

“Ah-ah, just relax. Y'all don't have to move a muscle.”

As much as Nick didn't like the idea of being tied down, helpless and vulnerable, he had to admit: Ellis trying to be dominant was both adorable and pretty hot. Snorting, the man relaxed his head back onto his pillow. “Fine, just don't keep me waiting too long, right?”

Ellis didn't reply outright whether he would or not but did translate his intentions through a mere wink before going back to what he was doing. While he kissed down inch by inch from Nick's throat down to his chest, the older man found himself finally relaxing into it. He could almost feel his body begin to melt into the sheets.

Keeping his keen eyes on Nick's face, Ellis continued his trail down Nick's stomach until he was finally level with the man's crotch. He was still in his underwear but they both knew that would change before long. Ellis rested his head on Nick's hip, continuing to stare dreamily at him like a princess laying eyes on her prince charming for the first time, meanwhile his palm smoothed gentle circles over the protruding bulge. Nick's thighs gave a slight twitch at the touches.

Luckily he didn't have to wait too long after all, as Ellis was shimmying his underwear down soon thereafter and then threw it from the bed. It landed in the laundry basket, and Nick was vaguely impressed.

Ellis turned his doe-eyed attention to his lover's penis and affectionately took it in his palm, starting to rub it up and down with nimble fingers. It was almost a curse at how good Ellis had gotten doing this, and Nick liked to think that it was from all his teachings. Now he was able to use those techniques against him to send Nick spiralling into pleasure in a matter of minutes. Fortunately, or not, he was far more intent today on teasing the gambler for as long as possible.

Unable to use his hands, Nick tried to encourage his lover's movement even more by using subtle rolls of his hips, arching up into each smooth stroke. Ellis just grinned at him, knowing full well what Nick was after, and licked his lips until they were coated with a delicious sheen of saliva.

Nick bit his lower lip in anticipation and could feel his heartbeat begin to accelerate. It was only a second or two later that Ellis shifted his weight, gently pulled back Nick's foreskin and took the semi-hard cock into his mouth. It was just the head at first, but that still felt amazing and Nick let his eyes close so he could enjoy it. He only wished that he had his hands free so that he could run his fingers through Ellis's hair as he often liked to do during blow jobs. But as he had no way of conveying that encouragement through touch, he had to do it verbally instead.

“Mmm, that's nice, Ace,” he purred.

As he wasn't able to reply with words, Ellis just gave his lover a smug look and continued to pleasure him, curling his hand around the rest of the shaft while he gently began to suck the tip. While his eyes were closed, Nick could just hear the small slurping noises that his partner made, a well as the occasional moan vibrating on his skin. The gambler lifted his head slightly and opened his eyes to be greeted with that never-tiring sight of Ellis, bedroom eyes and all, with those spit-shined pillowed lips wrapped around his cock.

His erection swelled to full mast at the image.

Ellis moved his mouth away eventually and licked around his lips, saliva dripping from the corners. He exhaled deeply against the hot skin, his grin reappearing briefly before he brought Nick's cock back for more only this time taking it into his mouth even further, inch by inch.

With a grunt, Nick lolled his head from one side to the other, his jaw hanging open. “God damn right.”

Nick wasn't sure when Ellis's gag reflex had stopped responding, he was just damn glad it had. By now, almost his entire length had made it past those lips and was being blessed by those oral skills he'd come to master.

It was all over far too soon when Ellis pulled off once more, replacing his mouth with his hand and giving the shaft lazy strokes. “You enjoyin' your gift so far?”

Nick let out a soft chuckle, his eyes misted over. “Would love it a lot better… if I could touch you,” he replied, slightly out of breath.

A sympathetic smile crossed his face. “Aww, I know you would, darlin'.” Not that he was about to change that, of course. He still had some plans for the tied-up birthday boy that he intended to put into motion straight away. It meant moving away from the bed entirely, a motion that Nick seemed to protest to.

“Simmer down,” Ellis grinned at him with shining lips. “I ain't goin' far.” He only stepped as far as the cabinet in order to retrieve the blue gift bag perched there. He reached inside of it while on the short journey back to bed and removed a wide, black ribbon. Nick squinted at the thing.

“Do I have to wear that?” he sighed as he noted the way Ellis was looking at it, curling it between his hands.

“We got a safe word, don't we?” Ellis sat on the edge of the bed and turned to his lover, ready to tie it when he hesitated.

Nick shook his head, one side of his mouth tilting in a smirk. “Go ahead. Just… not for long, all right? You know I like watching you.”

That was a relief to the younger's ears and he went ahead with his little plan. The ribbon was around Nick's eyes and gently yet firmly tied in a few seconds. Ellis ran a gentle finger along the lip where silk met skin – Nick leant into it briefly, his patience and consideration rewarded with a kiss at last.

Nick turned to those soft lips and gave a sigh as he relaxed. Ellis opened his mouth and let his lover inside and Nick could taste the salt of himself across his tongue. A hand drifted down his chest, sifting through the fine hairs there, and then there was a sudden yelp erupting from him as Ellis pinched his nipple.

“Ellis, damn it.”

“I got'cha,” purred the hick in response as he soothed the bud. Ellis then stood from the bed as Nick could feel his weight shift off the mattress, then heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor as Ellis slipped off the robe. He was naked, and Nick couldn't see it. He tried not to groan as he thought about his hot young lover parading around nude in front of him – he knew that would rev Ellis's engine, knowing that Nick was breaking.

Thankfully, he didn't dwell on it for long as soon the bed was dipping once more and that pleasant weight was on top of him. Ellis had resumed his position between Nick's furred thighs, and the conman licked his lips.

“Ya remember our first time, Nick?” Ellis suddenly came out with, causing Nick to replay that sentence again in his mind to make sure he had heard correctly.

“Yes, Ellis, I remember.”

Nick could hear some more rustling followed by the 'pop' of the lube cap being opened. His eyebrow twitched beneath the silk.

Ellis's voice remained level and sweet in the moment, even as Nick felt a condom being rolled onto him. “Why don't'cha tell me about it,” Ellis suggested and poured some clear liquid across Nick's length before making sure it was generously spread. The gambler hissed and pushed up his hips to chase the careful grip of Ellis's hand.

“Go on,” Ellis prompted again. Nick moistened his dry mouth.

“We'd just gotten into military quarantine,” he recalled, turning his head slightly as he willed the memories back. “They… they'd given us our own room, 'cos I told them to go to Hell when they t-tried to split us up.”

Ellis rested his chin on one hand in fondness while the other hand stroked his lover firmly, making sure to keep to the pressure that Nick liked. “Yeah, you suddenly got real possessive of me. It was hot.”

Nick gave a chuckle, beginning to ripple his hips slightly. “I'd almost lost you on that damn bridge. No way was I letting you out of my sight. Jesus, Ellis, let me touch you at least...”

The birthday boy's patience was beginning to unwind. Ellis loved it.

“Keep goin',” he urged, not giving any warning before his other hand moved in to cup and squeeze Nick's balls. “I love this story.”

Nick did continue past a huff of breath. “The moment we got into our place… heh, you pounced on me. Got me harder than a fucking rock in winter when you basically begged me to fuck you.”

Ellis was lost in the memories himself, gently rubbing his own cock against their sheets to seek out some selfish friction while he continued to stimulate Nick's dick. “I wanted you inside'a me. Made a guy wait damn long for it,” he clarified. “First time we'd seen any lube in a long-ass time.”

“Lotion,” Nick corrected, still pedantic even now.

“Same thing.” It wasn't. “Heh, 'least it worked.”

The darkness offered by his blindfold was helping Nick visualise it even more, playing back a technicolor movie in his mind. “We got on the b-bed, and… ah, shit… I fucked you from behind. Felt sorry for our neighbors when I heard you moan.” The gambler suddenly pushed up his hips, pulling on his restraints with a snarl. “Overalls, c'mon. You know what I want.”

“Hmm,” Ellis gave Nick one last loving squeeze. “Guess you've been waitin' long enough.” He felt Ellis shift on the bed once more and his heart juddered in his chest in anticipation of what his little lover was planning. The mattress creaked once more and then Ellis was back atop him. Nick could feel the hick's legs resting either side of his chest, the feet near his ribcage; Ellis was going reverse cowboy.

“Fuck, killer, c'mon,” Nick groaned and responded to the pleasant weight by pushing up his hips, feeling his slick cock nestle and rub against Ellis's ass. But Ellis was still holding on to all the control, at least for the time being.

The mechanic ground down his hips to tease the length whilst bracing his hands on Nick's thighs just above his knees. A staggered moan left Nick that he would've been embarrassed about at any other time, but hew could hardly care at this moment. He was near-enough about to start begging when he felt Ellis's hand guide him upward, a slight shift in weight on the bed followed, and finally he could feel that familiar tight warmth start to engulf him.

Ellis sighed above him, little trembles rippling through his thighs as he took a seat on his rightful throne. He arched his back happily in search of the best angle and let out another little sigh when he'd found it. “Don't remember tellin' ya to stop talkin',” teased Ellis. “I still wanna hear the end of the story.”

Nick had to swallow another moan, trying not to betray just how turned on by this whole situation he was. “You of all people know how that tale ended, sweetheart,” he grinned. That smile turned into a grimace when he realised Ellis's hands on his legs was preventing him from thrusting upward into that heat. He truly was helpless; he hoped Ellis would show a little mercy. “Babe… let me touch you. Please.”

“Tell ya what,” Ellis turned his head to say, loving the sight that was over his shoulder. “You get yourself outta that there knot and you can touch me all ya like. I ain't tied it that hard, neither, so I reck'n you can figure it out.

Nick's eyes scrunched shut under his silken blindfold and tested the binding fabric around his wrists again; now that Ellis had mentioned it, there seemed to be a little give in the knot. He should've trusted his lover from the start that he would allow for Nick to escape his bonds, should he really need to. Or maybe he was counting on it?

While he was trying to Houdini his way out of that, Ellis had finally begun to ease his way on and off the gambler's erection. Ellis hummed in delight and picked up the pace near-enough immediately; clearly he had been craving this for just as long. Those little erotic noises he was making wasn't helping Nick's situation, either.

Now he had to try and focus on unwinding himself out of the necktie all the while being ridden by his hot boyfriend – and all while he couldn't even watch. How was this a birthday treat again?

“Ellis!” he growled when the mechanic moaned on an upthrust. Nick drew breath in order to finally admit that he needed help when he relaxed his wrists and then the tie shifted around the bedpost. It seemed as though that was the key. Biting his lip, the conman gently moved his hands apart and felt the fabric brush his wrists as the knot fell apart; he was finally free.

The first thing on Nick's agenda at that point was to reach up and remove the ribbon from around his eyes. That knot came away just as easily, thankfully, and then he was able to enjoy the view - the view of Ellis's naked body writhing on top of his, the sight of his round ass accepting his cock each time…

...the sight of a brand new tattoo just above his rear.

“What the-” Nick reached out instantly to take his lover's hips and get a closer look, causing Ellis to stop bouncing and turn his head. He had the biggest grin on his flushed face.

“Ah, ya like it?” he giggled as he sat up a little straighter on his knees. “Had it done yesterday.”

It was a God damn tramp stamp that said 'Nick' in a tribal-like font. Nick was shaking his head at the ridiculous sight, moving one hand to graze his fingers gently along the letters. A little too much was happening all at once for the older man to form a coherent thought. Well, it at the very least explained why Ellis didn't want Nick to touch his back last night in bed.

His mind finally settled on something that had to be spoken. “You… fucking adorable idiot.”

The proud hick gave a slanted Southern smile over his shoulder, something Nick almost missed as his gaze switched between the tattoo and his lover's face. It didn't seem to matter a second later when Ellis once again leant forward to brace against Nick's legs and resumed his dance. A sweet moan escaped him to accompany the briefly-silenced sounds of the bed springs and skin meeting skin.

Nick's hands grabbed at Ellis's ass and squeezed the cheeks together, then parted them to watch the full show being performed. He showed his appreciation through a deep groan followed by a whap right on the mechanic's right cheek. The skin rippled for him over the globe of flesh, prompting Nick to spank the other side to deliver a similar treatment and make Ellis cry out in pleasure.

“Nick,” muttered Ellis, breath short as he attempted to swallow against a cotton mouth. His head turned slightly to try and make eye contact, the sight of which alone was making Nick's mind come undone. His fingers tightened around firm flesh once more, thin skin being stretched by his nails, and witnessed the sublime image of his cock once again disappearing and reappearing out of Ellis's ass.

“Now this is more like it,” Nick smirked open-mouthed as he allowed his heavy breaths to come, albeit shallowly. Ellis seemed to agree, not with words, as he unleashed another flood of moans while leaning back. This new angle allowed Nick to find the spot that ruined him. The gambler responded by sliding his hands up and bracing them against Ellis's lower back, just above his new branding, to give him the support he needed and begged for. The move also permitted Nick to finally move his legs, so he did; he braced his feet to the bed and rocked his hips up over and over to fuck Ellis like he knew he wanted.

“Jus' like that!” Ellis cried out in delight, head tipping back as the pleasure began to wreck havoc in his loins. Nick wasn't that much better off; he could swear there was a drop of sweat running down his temple, though he couldn't pay it any mind right now. The conman grit his teeth in attempt to keep up this pace, knowing that Ellis would come soon if he did. He would, too, but Ellis in orgasm was something damn special.

While he rubbed himself in time with the rocks of Nick's hips, Ellis's other hand scrabbled out in an attempt to ground himself and found the comforter that had been pooled under the gambler's legs. Ellis clenched the thick fabric in his fist whilst his moans escalated.

“Come for me, El,” he husked, near-demanded, then shut his eyes against the rush of white pleasure that he could feel fast approaching.

“I… I'm…!” There was no need to finish that sentence, not only was it completely drowned out but a yell of climax, but Nick was right there alongside him. Their tandem shouts only complimented Nick's orgasm and his nails bit into Ellis's skin so hard he was worried there'd be blood left in their place. Ellis surely couldn't have noticed if there was; his body was convulsing, still bouncing in place in a faltering, juddering rhythm.

When Nick eventually opened his eyes, he observed Ellis leaning forward and once again bracing his hands on the older man's legs. Nick didn't mind – it felt like his entire body was sinking back into the mattress, buzzing from a pleasure slowly subsiding.

Ellis let out a whistle and then began to laugh. “Woo… that shook me to my bones.” After a moment, he eased himself off of Nick and sighed. Wiping his hand on the comforter for now, the young man turned around, quivering thighs making it difficult, and removed Nick's condom carefully. He tied it up, tossed it to the trash and then crawled up the bed for after-sex cuddles.

“Happy birthday,” Ellis practically sang to him as he edged close to press his nose to Nick's neck and enjoy his scent.

Nick seemed all too content to let this happen, looping an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and sighing. “I hate you.”

“Why?” Ellis frowned.

“Because I told you not to get me any gifts,” Nick reminded as his hand moved down Ellis's body, brushing against his lower back. “That includes this. What on Earth possessed you to-”

Ellis just rolled his eyes. “Ya really think I'm an idiot? It's a transfer, Nick. It'll wash off in the shower.”

Nick tilted his head slightly at that admission and then allowed a large smile to cross his face. “Thank Christ,” he chuckled. “Wouldn't want to try and explain that one away to people in the summer. Still… thanks, sweetheart. That was a nice gift.”

The mechanic couldn't hold in the excitement any more and suddenly rolled in the bed. “Aw, hell, of course I got ya a real present, man!” he beamed and reached into the bedside drawer, rummaging around a little before sitting up and handing Nick an envelope. With his interest firmly snapped to attention, the birthday boy sat up with his back to the headboard, glancing at Ellis with a slight squint as he broke the seal.

“Ah, shit, ice hockey tickets,” he sighed happily and pulled out the two slips of paper. Ellis was unable to wipe the smile from his face.

“Next Saturday! The seats are right at the front, too!” he boasted. “Man, I cannot wait to see some grown-ass dudes fightin' on skates. D'ya think they'll let me take home a tooth if one lands next to our seats?”

Nick didn't answer that last question – he was too busy feeling the blood rush to his face. Pulling Ellis closer, he leant in the rest of the way and met him in a soft kiss, knuckles brushing his chin and tracing his jaw. “Love you.”

Ellis gave Nick another of his Southern smiles, nuzzling his nose. “Right back at'cha, birthday boy.”

[mwolf0epsilon]

Story on Norman catching Sammy in Joey cult ?

It's been twice now that I've written Norman's demise. Y'all really like killing people uh?

Summary: Sammy was weird in many ways, but this? This was just crazy.

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     Back when Norman was still a little tot, his great nanna used to tell him and his brothers and sisters about their great poppop. How he'd been raised in some sort of cult that indoctrinated its disciples from birth. She related to them how, even though he'd managed to escape them, their constant drilling of ideals had never truly left him. Which was why nanna had gotten rid of him. Love him as she did, she knew he was a crazy dangerous man. Little five year old Norman had been very curious about those tales his mama begged nanna not to tell them. He especially found it curious when she described his eyes. Having a condition like the one he had, had made him a prime target for neighbourhood bullies that called him "Crazy-Eye". So hearing about someone who had actual insanity behind what most considered to be the windows to the soul... It had given him a sort of relief, because at least there was a spark of life behind his own unsynchronized peepers.   "N'aw child, don't yous go be tellin' ya mama 'bout what ol' nanna be tellin' you 'bout ya poppop, ya hear?"   "Ok nanna. Won't tell a soul."   "Yous is a clever one, boy. An' don't forget ta keep an eye out... Crazy can hide in plain sight. Sure did for poppop." Insanity could hide in plain sight. That was perhaps the most valuable lesson to take from his nanna's tales. What she could never get across was how hard it was to see someone you cared for slowly be afflicted with it.

     Sammy was a weird man. Had been from day one of Norman meeting him, and never quite changed even when he put a reign on his deplorable attitude. He wasn't a bad person per say. Misguided by a parent with that typical southern brand of white superiority complex. A man who thought his skin color made him better than all the other folk, and who taught his boy to think it was just as sacred an idea as the damn gospel he also tried to drill into Sammy's head. But Sammy was admittedly clever, and much more curious than his father had been. He asked questions and he tried to change when he realized his own crappy behaviour didn't please him all that much. But then things started getting unsettling in the studio. Little things popped up, and the world's own agenda got in the way of Joey Drew's plans. Turns out Joey wasn't about to fold for anything or anyone. Those who were drafted were the lucky ones. Those who were socially outcasts or liabilities in the military's eyes, were not so lucky. They stayed, so the wrongness affected them. The wrongness... Norman had felt something was not right for a long while, but now that he had to get acquainted with so many new hires and the such? He'd been preoccupied. So when the ones he knew suddenly started acting unlike themselves he'd been caught by surprise.   "I don't understand how Mr. Drew has no trouble with him... He's just so..." He'd found Buddy in the bathroom, trying to clean the obvious ink stains on his clothing. "Why did I think helping him would make him less nasty?"   "Sammy tends ta blow up at minor things. If it was as bad as yous say it was, then he was just freaked out from nearly drowning." He got as many paper towels as he could to help the poor kid get rid of as much of the ink as he could.   "Doesn't excuse what he says to me... Or the other Jewish employees..." Buddy murmured sadly.   "What did he say?"   "Not important... Just makes me uneasy. It's like I'm specifically not worth anything just because of my... Mr. Polk?" Buddy blinked once the projectionist dropped everything he was doing to stalk out the door.   "Yous ain't the first he's gone and played that card on. Was a long while ago but I can refresh Sammy's memory for the folks he's been barkin' at."   "Oh! Uh, you don't have to! It's not going to fix anything."   "Trust me, a hard knock on the noggin' works just fine ta sorte Sammy's bullshit." Norman smiled in passing at Dot who paused to watch him and then look at Buddy in concern once he peered out the bathroom door. "You two kids run along now. I'll see yous around." He tried not to laugh when he heard Buddy fretting over potentially getting fired for starting a fight. Kid still had a lot to learn about how Joey Drew Studios ran for all these years. Sometimes tough love was all it needed. But not this time.

     His nanna's tales rushed back to him when he'd cornered Sammy in his office. Norman didn't like roughing people up, but he'd promised the music director that if he stepped on any toes for the wrong reasons he'd give him a whooping like the one the blond had been begging for, back when he'd first harassed the projectionist. He had half a mind to start hollering until he'd caught sight of Sammy's eyes. Nanna had described insanity in great detail. The unfeeling and unfocused darkness in poppop's eyes that consumed the man she'd loved and left nothing behind. Sammy's eyes were a soft hazel, the nice flicker of green so full of the essence that made Sammy Lawrence who he was. What Norman saw instead of those pretty peepers were dark pools, a sickly grayish brown with flecks of blackness like tar. Like ink... Norman completely forgot what he was to say. He couldn't bring himself to talk when he saw the same thing that had tormented his nanna's dreams. It just wasn't right.

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     Joey Drew was up to something, and Sammy was involved somehow. By his own volition, Norman wasn't too sure. The kid was acting mighty strange since Norman had noticed his eyes had inexplicably changed color, and whatever progress for positive change he'd made was completely gone. If anything, Sammy had become an incredibly volatile and aggressive husk. Very few people noticed, which was what was so concerning.   "It can't be a coincidence... Joey barely showin' his face 'round the departments and Sammy actin' up like the devil bit him in the ass..." He'd paced as he watched Jack drink what was likely the 5th cup of coffee he'd in the morning.   "Whatever it is, Sammy's more enthusiastic about his songs for a change..." He sounded nonchalant about it. "He complained about all the pieces Drew forced him to change... Now he's less, angry about those. Seems to love them actually."   "Those little annoying jigs? He said they was garbage!"   "And they are. Putting lyrics to those was dang awful but... Well if he's happy, I'm happy..." Jack gave a weak smile before coughing a rather wet sounding cough. He took another sip of his coffee to sooth his throat.   "You comin' down with somethin'?"   "Must be... This gross cough has been popping up a lot. And my nose is awfully stuffy. Can't smell or taste nothing, which is good considering I gotta hide away in the sewers to work..." Norman huffs. People were getting sick from being forced to do overtime with no rest. Jack getting sick wasn't entirely out of the question. But the stench of something acrid coming from his mug did give him cause for concern. Best check to see if Wally hadn't accidentally stored the coffee beans with the cleaning supplies again. A week later he forgets about it once he instead finds himself making a list of the people he stops seeing around the Studio not long after he noticed something up with Joey and Sammy.

     There's Jack, who he hadn't noticed gone at first until he'd gone poking around the sewers and not caught sight of the shorter lyricist. There was Johnny Brokehart, who's organ was completely abandoned in its little corner. No one dared touch it, in case the man returned and found so much as a pipe out of place. There was Julian Whitaker, the tall gangly cellist that often sat with the resident art critic, that Vernon fellow who liked to stare at the cartoon posters like they were masterpieces on display at a museum. Susie Campbell had gone too. Wally insisted she hadn't quit, and was awfully worried about her. Allison and Thomas had also up and split after they'd made a scene at one of them fancy parties Joey used to get investors to dump money into his lap. Shawn Flynn, Grant Cohen, Bertrum Piedmont, Lacie Benton, Emma LaMonte... People were vanishing left and right and there was no say of them being fired. Norman had a theory, and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to do his best to inform the younger hires to run before something inevitably happened to them. He told Buddy and Dot it was dangerous, in as little words he could so not to let Joey catch wind of what he did know. He prayed to whatever god was out there that no bad befell those two kids. And then he'd grabbed his light and went down, where the groaning and moaning came from.

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     Norman ran. Ran as fast as he could, trying not to look at the things trapped in those tubes. The creatures that were tall, gangly, and vaguely humanoid. Weeping faces pressed to the glass, begging to be let out. The disgusting sludge creatures, barely holding themselves together and clawing at the glass in obvious suffering. The thing that had Sammy's voice and that was rushing after him, axe in hand and Bendy mask covering its face. Screaming at him to accept the "Lord's" blessing. He ran and dodged strikes that nicked his elbows, his legs, grazed his ankle and back... He came to a full stop before what could only be described as a throne. Horrified to find something twisted that looked like a humanoid corpse-like Bendy bound in chains. And then he was knocked onto the floor, air escaping his lungs from the sudden collision. The Sammy thing was on top of him, overjoyed to have caught him. And then all around, Joey Drew's voice filled the room... The thing on the throne shook and hissed.   "Excellent... You know what to do Prophet. Baptize this non-believer in the name of your lord."   "Anything for you my lord. Anything!" Norman tried to fight him off, knocked that silly mask off his face even. Except there was no face. Not even eyes. Windows to the soul... If he had none, then did Sammy even have a soul anymore? The axe raised, and Norman Polk didn't even have time to scream before it plunged into his chest, destroyed his ribcage, and obliterated his heart.

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AHOY (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Request: Hi do you wanna bless the world with a steve harrington x reader where you're dustin's older sister and y'all are on a mission (like in s3 for example) and you slowly fall in love with each other and dustin annoys you with it?😅 or make a hc instead of all the little things/habits steve loves about you. Thank you🙈❤

general masterlist

You push the door open to Scoops Ahoy, stumbling back when Erica and her friends storm out. You give her a look of shock as you gesture for her and her friends to walk out. Erica looks up at you, her brown eyes analyzing you and your new clothes. 

“Here for Steve?” She interrogates, holding her icecream in one hand and resting her other hand on her hip. 

“Yes.” You respond, “He is my best friend.”

She just gives you a smirk before shrugging up at you and turning to follow her waiting friends. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh as you walk to the counter. Unbeknown to you, Robin spots you, eyes widening before she turns back to the back room and calls out for Steve.

He’s quick to run out to the front room, hands crossed over the embarrassing uniform that you’ve laughed at him for a thousand times. “Ahoy, Y/N!” He exclaims, giving you a smirk as you laugh at him. 

“Is it protocol to say that every time?” You ask him, as he leads you to a vacant table, leaving Robin to fend for herself. 

“Ha. Ha.” He lets out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back in the booth. “Did you bring it?” He now gives you a serious look.

“I brought it.” You confirm. Pulling out the small book from your back pocket, you place it on the table. Steve grins, his hand moving to grab the book but you slide it away from him. “Not so fast, Harrington.” You state, leaning your elbows on the table and giving him a serious look.

Steve narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms as he leans forward on the table, closer to you. “Are you going to make me bargain for it, Y/N?” He asks, his voice low.

You tilt your head at him, a small smirk on your lips. “Maybe.” You admit, holding the book up in the air and looking at it. When you lean back and flick through the book, Steve almost sighs at the loss of closeness. “Beginners English to Russian translation... What could you possibly need this for?”

Steve shrugs, his confident facade dropping. “Translating...” He mumbles, “Russian.”

You fire back, “For what?”

“My... cousin is Russian.”

“Boy or girl?” You ask.

“G-boy.” He answers.

“G-boy?” You repeat, raising an eyebrow at him. It’s kind of fun seeing him squirm for an answer under your intimidating glance, especially after how confident he was two seconds ago.

 Steve pauses, looking into your eyes before answering with confidence. But as quick as he answers, you’re there with another question. “Boy.”

“Name?”

“St...an. Stanis.” Steve nods, looking at you closely and examining if you’ve fallen for it or not. 

God, he’s bad at this. He literally almost said his own name. You throw the book on the table, giving him a nod and a fake smile. “Okay, cool!”

His eyes light up. “Really?”

“No.” Quickly, you grab the book from the table, standing and heading for the door as Steve rushes behind you.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He pulls you back by your arm, causing you to look at his gentle hand, “I need that book.”

“Why?” You inquire, giving him a plain look, “And don’t lie to me. Even Eleven knows friends don’t lie.”

He pauses, hearing that dreaded word. Friends. It hasn’t been easy coming to terms that he was in love with his best friend... it took a lot of thinking and talking to Robin. Honestly, Steve never realised how perfect you two were together until after he graduated high school. It took leaving the pressures of King Steve for him to realise he’d be happy if you were the only person in his life. 

“Yeah, alright.” Steve eventually sighs, letting go of your arm, “Well, it is for translating Russian but... Shit, Dustin would kill me if I told you.” He lets out a small laugh before seeing your expression.

“What have you gotten my brother in to now?” You question him, “And why am I out of the loop?”

“Hey, love birds!” Robin shouts, ignoring Steves wide, angry eyes at the term, “Once you have the book, can you do your job, so that I can do mine?” Robin speaks up, shouting across the counter to you. 

“Good to see you again, Robin.” You smile at her, waving a hand. Steve gazes at you fondly, admiring how pretty you look when you’re happy. When you glance up at him, he just laughs awkwardly and shakes his head at Robins comment. “How are you doing?” You ask her as she makes her way to the two of you.

She crosses her arms, a tired expression on her face, “Busy. Russian broadcasts don’t translate themselves.”

“Robin!”

“Wha- Russian Broadcasts?” 

“Steve, you told her?!” Dustin appears at the foot of the table, his arms raised as he glares at his friend. “We had a plan!”

“What plan?” You narrow your eyes at Steve. Robin stands there looking at the ground awkwardly.

“Robin told her, I’m an innocent bystander!” Steve defends himself, raising his hands as he points to Robin who just stands there idly before stealing the book and heading to the counter as more customers come in. 

Dustin's eyes drift towards yours as you stare at Steve, eyebrows raised incredulously. Attempting to escape his sister's wrath, he tries to head for the door. “Sit. Now.” You order him. Steve watches you in anticipation, hanging on to your every word, glance, and expression, “You too. Sit down." He does as told, the two boys sit in the booth and you take a seat beside Steve. “Spill.”

“Never.” Your brother says, making you glare at him and Steve steps in.

“You know his walkie talkie thing?” He asks you, moving closer to you in the booth as he lowers his voice. 

“Yeah, annoying as shit and old as dirt.” You nod, ignoring Dustin as he tells you it’s the best thing to ever happen to him.

Steve ignores him too, leaning just a little closer and you frown at him. “Your brother intercepted a Russian-”

“A secret Russian-”

“A - sorry, yeah - Secret Russian Communication,” Steve whispers to you before moving away. There’s a long pause. The two boys await your response with big grins. 

“So?” You ask. Their faces fall.

“So?” Your brother repeats, giving you a look of disbelief, “It’s the communists! We have a chance to figure out what they’re saying, what if we could be heroes, save Hawkins... save America!” When you just stare at him, he turns to Steve, “Told you she wouldn’t get it.”

“Get it?” You repeat, “I get it, I just don’t think a little boy and a... sailor can do much about Communists.”

“Little?” Dustin gasps.

“Sailor?” Steve raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat, “I’m clearly a captain.”

“Y/N,” Dustin announces, “This could lead to something big!”

“Which is why you decided to keep this a secret from me?” You wonder, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, like you haven’t kept secrets from me!” Dustin rolls his eyes, earning a confused look from you.

“What are you talking about, Dustin?” You frown at your brother who is getting on your last nerves. 

“Don’t act dumb!” He points a finger at you which you slap away.

“What?” You almost laugh at his childishness.

“You keep secrets from me and Mom!”

“Dustin,” you announce, a smile on your face, “I’m so good at keeping secrets you wouldn’t know if I were keeping any secrets because that’s how good at keeping secrets I am!” You tell him.

“You threw up at our doorstep when you were coming home late at night two weeks ago and you said you had food poisoning from studying at Tammy’s house, but I know for a fact that it was because you were drinking at Steve‘s secret party!” Dustin blurts out. Silence follows. 

You face Steve, waiting for him to look you in the eyes. What else has he told your brother about you? “Thanks.” You smile angrily.

Steve mouths a ‘sorry’ as Dustin continues. “Unless you want Mom to know about that then I suggest you help us, okay?”

Thinking it over, you remember how mad your mom got last time you lied to her about studying with Steve when in reality you went to Carol’s party. And it was such a bust too, boring as shit, definitely not worth being grounded over. If she knows you were drinking, with Steve no less, she’d forbid you from ever seeing him - or the sun - again. 

“Did Camp No Friends teach you how to be so manipulative?” You ask your little brother, watching him as he stands from the booth.

Dustin just lets out a fake laugh, standing from the table and heading to the back room of Scoops. 

“My bad.” Steve tells you, giving you an apologetic smile, “It must’ve slipped.”

“Mhmm, I guess it must have.” You respond, turning to him as you both sit in the booth, “Luckily he doesn’t know about Tommy H’s party, right? Would be a shame if someone-”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve holds back a laugh, incredulous that you’d bring that night up, “Dustin would hate me if he knew I kissed his sister.”

You nod up at him, trying so hard to ignore how close his lips are to yours. “Yeah, he would.” You smile, raising your eyebrows mischievously. 

“Alright!” Steve tilts his head at you, pouting his lips, “I’m sorry for not being able to keep my mouth shut.”

“And?”

“And for getting overly friendly when I’m drunk.” He jokes, making you both laugh before together.

You and Steve follow Dustin to the back room of Scoops, where a very displeased Robin complains about how she had to close the shop on her own because Steve was ‘too busy making goo-goo eyes at Y/N.’

And now, here you all are. Plus Erica. Looking into a weird metal box. Steve opens it slowly and you all watch with curiosity as cold air flows out of it. “What the hell?” You remark.

“It’s definitely not Chinese food.” Steve states, looking back to the rest of the group, “Maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.” Gently placing his hand on your arm, Steve gives you a serious look before he pulls you behind him. Dustin protests. Loudly. 

“No.” Dustin shakes his head, looking into the box as he stands beside Steve.

The older boy pushes his little friend back slightly, “Seriously, come on, step back.” 

“No,” Dustin repeats, looking up at Steve with a serious expression, “If you die, I die.”

You watch the interaction, letting out a big sigh before stepping from behind Steve, who turns to you. “Not you too, come on, just-”

“You die, he dies, I die.” You shrug, giving Steve a nod before sending a small smile your brother's way. Dustin remains serious, giving you a curt nod back as if he’s some kind of US soldier. You and Steve both share another look before you give him a reassuring nod, mouthing ‘It’s okay’ to him.

 “Okay,” Steve mutters back, looking back to the cold metal. A few noises click as Steve opens the cylinder, pulling it out to reveal... “What the hell?” You and Steve both exclaim in unison.

“What is that?” Robin asks, eyeing the bright green liquid. 

Suddenly, the room shakes, making you grip onto your little brother's shoulders. “Did the room just shake?” Dustin asks, looking to you with wide eyes.

“No, no, no, I’m sure it’s all... fine.” You tell him, looking back to Steve with a less than convincing expression. 

“Booby traps.” Whispers Erica, her face full of fear. It’s a new look for her. The room shakes again. Your head snaps towards Dustin, whose eyes are even wider than they were two seconds ago. 

“You know what?” Announces Robin, moving to Steve and taking the vile from his hand, “Let’s just grab that. And go.” Dustin springs to action, moving to the buttons while you watch as Steve puts the container back. 

Steve turns to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “You okay?” 

Trying to hide a smile, you shrug, “Yeah, I’m-”

“Which one do I press, erica?” Dustin calls out, his voice filled with anxiety at the fact that none of the buttons is working.

“Just press the damn button, nerd.” She shouts back as Robin places the vile inside her backpack.

“I’m pressing the button!” Dustin exclaims, making erica begin to shout louder. Robin then joins in on the shouting, causing Steve to sigh and examine the panel. The room shakes again, this time a red wall comes down, shielding you all from the exit. 

“What the hell did you do now?” You curse, rushing to see the panel of buttons, some lit some not. More noises. You look around, your heart speeding up as you wait for something else to happen. 

Suddenly, all at once, the elevator begins a descent into God knows where. Robin begins screaming, everyone clings to whatever they can. For Steve, that means you. He wraps his arms around you out of instinct, holding you close to his chest as the wind whips around the elevator. Your hand holds Dustin's as you fall together. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” You curse, squeezing your eyes shut as your free hand grips onto Steve’s shirt. You can barely hear him but you know he’s saying words of comfort as he holds you, trying to steady you two when the elevator suddenly stops. The air is knocked out of your lungs as everyone crashes to the ground. You land beside Steve, one leg over his. Grunting as you sit up, you look around for your brother, whose hand you lost amidst the crash. "Dustin!” You call out, ignoring the pain in your head, “Are you alright?”

“Perfect!” He grunts in frustration, standing up and immediately heading for the still closed door.

“Is everyone okay?” You shout, sighing with relief when you hear a string of yes, “Ugh, thank God.” You throw your head back, closing your eyes for a moment as you catch your breath.

Steve sits up slowly, placing a hand on your thigh to balance himself. He looks down at you, breathing quickly as you lay down. Steve places a hand on yours, “Why do we always get ourselves into situations like this?” He mumbles, eyebrows furrowed as he frowns and rolls his shoulder back and forth. 

“Shit,” you sit up to look at him, “Are you hurt?” Steve just shakes his head but you know he’s lying as he stands up, holding his hands out for you to take. He helps you stand and one of his hand lingers on yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him, giving him a harsh look, “I know when you’re lying.”

A small smile makes it’s way to Steve’s lips as he gazes at you, slowly nodding. “As long as you’re alright, I’m alright.”

You look down, knowing your cheeks are probably turning red. “You must’ve hit your head pretty hard.” You smile up at him, raising your eyebrows at his demeanour. 

Steve stands still for a moment, shaking his head before looking up at you. “No, not at all.” He mumbles before gently placing both hands on either side of your face. You feel your cheeks heat up even warmer but you lean into his touch anyways. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I, um-”

“Is this really the right time, guys?” Robin inquires, looking between the two of you. “Trust me, I want this to happen more than anyone. More than Steve, even, just so I don’t have to hear him talk about you every shift. But we‘re about to die in an elevator.”

You both pull away from each other and you immediately look to the floor, not meeting Steve or anyone's eyes whatsoever. “Yeah, you’re right,” Steve mutters, shaking his head slightly. He leans towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to the group, “So, now what?”

[marvel-mega]

The arrangement (Mob!Bucky x Reader)

authors note: hey y'all I’ve been reading SO MUCH mob!bucky fics that I had to write one lol. I hope you guys enjoy it! 

summary: James Barnes is a new mobster on the rise, and rising quickly but its mutually beneficial for The Stark’s and the Barnes’ to create a little arrangement. It’ll make the two families more powerful. Why does this matter? Oh because you’re the little arrangement they’ve made. 

warnings: none rn ;)

the arrangement part two

word count: 1.3K

“There she is,” Stark said with what Barnes could only recognized as a father’s admiration and proudness associated with his only daughter. “She’s a gem that one”. Barnes followed Stark’s eyes and saw you playing with Roger’s daughter, signing along to Disney songs like no one was watching, well in your defense you thought no one was watching that was due to the one way facing glass your father had implanted from the living room to his office so he could protect you. Barnes just watched you with such emotion that he hadn’t felt in a long time but he couldn’t register what it was. But Barnes could remember jealousy when Rogers walked in and picked you up from behind and spun you around, you squealed in delight, jokingly yelling for ‘Becca to come and save you’. But the little girl couldn’t stop laughing, “No Y/N! Daddy is your prince charming.” You blushed and politely asked Rogers to put you down. “No honey,” you said delicately “im gonna marry someone else daddy is married to Natasha.” Becca didn’t like the mention of her stepmothers name, “I don’t like her you come be my mommy Y/N I can see daddy likes you!” “Of course he likes me honey if he didn’t I wouldn’t be your babysitter,” Y/N tickled the four year old before saying, “besides im gonna be your babysitter for as long as I can sweetie.” Rogers smiled at this and carried his daughter, “Yes bunny. We’ll need Y/N for a long time so you’ll see her again soon right?” Y/N smiled “Anytime you need me I’m here Mr.Rogers” Barnes couldn’t tell if you were flirting or just trying to be nice but it still annoyed him. Rogers but in this time saying it was time to go, the three you bid your goodbyes and you sat on the couch with a book the size of your head Barnes noticed. “So is the deal gonna go through?” Stark said. “Yea I would love to be with her but I want to run it by her first since I’ve gotten your blessing.” “Oh yes I forgot you were a gentleman, Barnes.” Stark said sarcastically. Barnes wasn’t the most gentlemanly person went it came to business. Barnes was one of the most powerful upstarts in the mob business that’s why Stark came to him with this absurd idea in the first place. But Barnes couldn’t say no now after seeing you. As the two walked out into the living room so Stark can introduce barnes, he asked him how old his daughter was. “Oh yea she’s a young one 19, about to be twenty.” Barnes started to choke on his own spit. 19? “Uh Stark you know I’m 36 right?” Barnes thought maybe stark thought he was younger? “Oh yea. My kid doesn’t seem to be into ‘guys her age’ or at least that’s what she said to Pepper.” 

Barnes felt insecure about his age all of the sudden, and when he saw you up close he felt more self-conscious you are young, beautiful, with so much potential. ‘She’s not gonna want to marry me’ Barnes thought to himself ready for rejection. “Darling?” You pried your head out of the book, “Yes daddy?”. Barnes couldn’t help but feel his pants twitch, ‘God Barnes keep it together this girl is 19’. She smiled politely at Barnes, “Hello, I’m Y/N Stark” you got up to shake his hands and suddenly Banres was heavily aware of your long legs and gorgeous appearance even in just shorts and a yellow t-shirt. ‘She’s radiant like the sun. Don’t get attached barnes’ he thought yo himself before shaking your hand. “Y/N This is Barnes.” Barnes heard her gasp a little, “James Barnes?” Barnes just smiled cooly, “Yes, doll. Why what ‘ave you heard ‘bout me?” Y/N blushed at the nickname. “N-nothing bad, lots of good things. It’s just that you’re almost on the same status as my dad and you’re so young!” Barnes felt his pants tighten at all the praise you were giving him. “Well im glad you’re well-acquainted with him.” Stark said trying to get Barnes to get to the point of his visit. “Um yea, I’m honored you know about me Y/N. I uh wanted to ask you something?” Y/N looked innocently oblivious “Yea of course anything, Mr.Barnes.” Y/N said and bit her lip. ‘Okay’ Barnes thought ‘Maybe not so innocent’ “Well, Ms.Y/N I was wondering if you’d like to marry me, as a part of a business partnership between me and your father.” Y/N definitely looked at little taken aback. “Ahaha,” Y/N nervously laughed. “Good one daddy. Now why are you really here, Mr.Barnes?” “Doll, that’s the reason I want to create a deal.” 

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“Doll, that’s the reason I want to create a deal.” 'You’re just a deal,' Y/N thought to herself ‘You’re just a pawn in their big game.’ Y/N sighed burying any feelings she had for James. ‘He’s just being charming so he’ll win. “Yes, whatever makes my daddy happy.” Y/N put on the act again the one that whatever she did made her father happy. Her dad clapped his hands “So it’s settled! Y/N is spoken for.” James was smiling but you only smiled when your father looked at you just to show him that you were okay with it. James noticed and seemed to silently question if you were okay with his eyes but you just left the room saying you were going to the kitchen. And left while your dad went back to his ‘business’. Y/N went to her room kind of sad, but not even sure why she was sad. “Why would he even like me in the slightest, I’m a child in his eyes. What if I text Richard to keep my mind off him.” Y/N dialed Richards number. “Hey princes-” Y/N hung up when she saw James in her doorway. “Now why would you want to keep your mind off me, doll? We just met.” Y/N looked wide eyed, and with a little sass responded to James as calmly as she could, “Why would you care? Im just a business deal to you. I’m sure you’re gonna sleep with whoever you want. This won’t be a real marriage between us.” 

^^^

“This won’t be a real marriage between us.” James was more than confused. “You think this won’t be real?” James looked down at you, not patronizingly you were just way smaller than him your head reached perfectly to his chest. “Im just a pawn in your big ole mob game.” “Maybwe that’s what you think sweetheart. But to me this marriage will be as real as I can make it. I won’t be giving myself up to just anyone,” James winked at you. “Plus I would’ve thought a young little doll like you wouldn’t want to be with such an old man like me.” Y/N smirked and moved forward towards James, “oh come on you seem to age like fine wine. You’re gonna have a problem keeping me away from you,” Y/N moved closer and kissed James on the lips before wrapping her arms around his neck as the kiss got deeper and more sensual. Y/N licked James bottom lip, he let out a low growl. “Hey princess?” Stark called out for his daughter. Y/N kept her eyes on James as she spoke, “Yes, daddy?” She smirked as she felt James dick twitch in-between her legs. This girl is going to be the death of him. 

[slasherscream]

billy x reader x stu moving in together w/ their s/o headcannons?

A/N: the sheer level of stress this would cause is incomprehensible. 

     billy loomis x reader x stu macher            ft. moving in together 

                                                     ——————– 

Billy is the one who suggests it honestly. He’s possessive. He’s clingy. He’s insecure. Triple threat? Dream guy? Precisely.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you (or Stu) it just is what it is. So after you graduate high school he wants you all to move in together like …. yesterday.

You can resist him for a little while on it but he wants it so bad that he doesn’t instantly turn into a huffy asshole the first time he’s told no (even though this is his natural state).

Instead he dials his manipulation and charm up to a solid ten™. He’s gonna get what he wants and for something this big he's willing to play it sweet and understanding until he gets it. The bastard.

It's just as much about keeping an eye on you as it is just a regular, clingy boyfriend mood of always wanting you around. Stu agreeing with the idea so readily and eagerly is mostly due to the second reason because he does #Not have the same ...issues...Billy has. He is, however, just as needy!

Once you get worn down by the constant badgering and annoyance ahem TLC?? Get ready because you ain't seen nothing yet in terms of trouble coming your way!

Rich boy Stu is obviously going to pay for this. No apartment because of their little “hobby”. He’s an only child so he can just get whatever the hell he wants so y'all wind up in a rented house (he offered to buy it but that was just #Too Much).

Just picking the places to look at was a nightmare. Stu wanted something close to people, ever the extrovert. Billy wanted something as far away from people as possible since people are fuckers (he should know). Constantly driving to places they've each picked out and having to stop fights before you've even gotten out the car.billy: in the middle of downtown?? are you fucking serious?? stu, mockingly: in thE MidDLE oF DOwntOWN?? aRE YOu sERioUS??                          and that’s just a disagreement in location. 

You want to know what fucking HGTV shows they’ve been watching behind your back to make them so fucking obnoxious about this. Did Billy just say something about the lighting of the kitchen?? You're going to have a fucking conniption. 

Eventually you get fed up with how extra they’re being about the whole process, which is already naturally stressful and time consuming, and confront them.

Determined to make you feel bad they reveal that they’re actually just stuck on picking the perfect place because this is such an important step in a relationship. It’s the start of a life together. Your first home (not a house       a home). They want it perfect. As perfect as the future they can imagine having with you. Sappy?? Yes. 

Stu did most of that admittance while Billy kinda looked out a window, busy grinding his teeth to dust at the emotional vulnerability pervading the room like too much perfume in a department store. This turns into sex which he is infinitely better at than talking. Also he admits to more shit (feelings) after sex like he can just pass off anything he says as?? Orgasm mush mouth?? Idiot.

Once you’re all on the same page you can work as the well oiled machine you truly are. It doesn’t take long to find a place after this.

Your suffering isn’t over by a long shot though. This is your first place together and other than clothes and personal items they want everything in the house to be brand new or new to all of you at least.

So now you have to fully furnish the place. Billy the edgelord surprisingly wants the place very cozy? Talking warm and bright colors. Soft throw pillows. Shit ton of trinkets. Picture frames. He wants your place to look like a family could live here. Wants it to look like it'd take forever to move out. The word minimalism (though he doesn't know it) makes him want to throw up.

Getting a mattress is bullshit because Stu likes his beds soft and Billy likes his firmer. It's like trying to pick a very permanent fixture of furniture with two equally annoying Goldilocks. The mattress salesmen wanted to die. You wanted to die.

You guys almost got kicked out because at one point to test the mattress you all made out on it? Also?? Jumping on them. Jumping on them like five year olds. How did Stu convince you to do it? Unknown. Billy sat on the bed dignified as you two did this. He’s being jostled but his face is absolutely impassive. The chaos jumped out. Stu tipped well at least.

They can both agree they want a TV in the bedroom though. Hooray for agreeing on something! But honestly? Don't let them do this. That means you'll never again know peace. Imagine knowing you have class tomorrow morning while Stu is sitting next to you in bed?? Spilling popcorn on the sheets and talking about the random final girl's breasts while Billy is telling him to not "get the fucking sheets dirty" while he is going off on a tangent about the unrealistic blood splatter?? Veto the bedroom TV.  

Stu doesn't really care about the decorating much?? Because he's not uptight like Billy. He just wanted to get a really nice place for the three of you. Now you've got a nice place            "Anything else is whatever man."

If pressed about something though he doesn't like white walls very much? Would rather some other color. Nothing crazy? Just ...not white. Light grey? Maybe a blue? Tan? Brown? He doesn't care! But if he's asked now he for sure wants to paint everything a non-white or only have white as an "accent wall" (seriously you're going to cry where are they hearing this shit??)

He starts to paint. Gets brushes. Rollers. Tarp. Tape. The whole nine yards. Gonna do this the right way! Doesn't even splash Billy with the paint more than twice (because he's an adult dammit ... and also because the second time it got too close to Billy's hair and the look on Billy's face was... scary).

He runs out of steam for this project so fucking quickly. Bless his heart. Admirably he probably gets one entire room done. Other than that? :/

The only things he doesn't half-ass are murder and loving you and Billy. He will never change! He will never improve! His brain power is limited and he's chosen his tasks. Like how you can only equip a Sims character with like three traits? That's Stu.

Doesn't just leave you and Billy hanging to finish it alone though (because Billy would literally stab him). He throws a "house party" where a whole bunch of his friends come over and help to paint. Then they get all the free booze they can drink and pizza they can eat while they watch whatever sports game happens to be on. You had to tell him booze comes specifically after the finished job because he doesn't have the foresight to know drunk twenty-somethings painting a house would be a nightmare. Crisis averted before it starts. 

The house has all new appliances of every sort because Stu wants the best of everything and has no impulse control. He doesn't even drink coffee but you have a brand new coffee maker in your kitchen one day. Billy the rat doesn't let things go to waste so he starts drinking coffee every morning. 

Are you into decorating? No? Better get into it! Stu did his one thing to personalize the house and you have to do something too. It's part of Billy's fucking...the word is anxiety but he'll never use it. He wants you to be so involved in the making of this space for the three of you like that would stop you from ever leaving it one day? Show visible enthusiasm or god help everyone. Can we get a therapist in here? Can we PLEASE get a therapist in here-

This is literally Stu annoying the shit out of you and Billy during the ikea trip. Stu wants so badly to get kicked out of IKEA just for the purpose of saying he was once kicked out of IKEA. Billy won't allow it because this is "fucking serious, Stu" and “we have shit to do”. Stu can thus only release his chaos energy with puns and he does it to the fullest extent. 

Setting up/assembling the furniture literally gets put on pause so the two can go out and murder someone because if they don't?? They'll kill each other. "Did you drop the fucking screws for this somewhere?? Do you want me to stab you with this screwdriver?" and "You know what? This is why I laughed when that shelf you put up fell on you, you dick-"

They come back in the dead of night soaked in blood and you come out the bedroom squinting at them. The coffee table is now set up. Yay?? 

Honestly all the aggravation and tiny fights are worth it once you're fully settled in? There's a sort of peace to Billy that he'd been lacking before. You guys have carved out this little spot in the world that's distinctly the three of you and just for the three of you and he loves it. 

He's much more confident about the relationship now than he ever was before. Let him make you a shitty cup of coffee in the morning and kiss your forehead only for Stu to grumble about how everyone should still be asleep because it's Saturday guys-

                           *cue sappy but quirky romcom music*

You're living a domestic fairytale that features a little bit more blood than average but hey? Isn't that a low cost to pay for true love? 

                                                     ——————–

[nellie-elizabeth]

Supernatural: Our Father, Who Aren't in Heaven (15x08)

I'm screaming.

Cons:

Buckleming episodes usually piss me off, but this one was actually really great. It was still plagued with the same pacing problems I always see in their episodes, though. A lot of great stuff happened here, but it didn't necessarily have a ton of room to breathe. Some of it did - the Cas and Dean stuff, the Michael and Adam stuff. And maybe that's the most important. But it might have been nice to have a longer beat with Rowena, or a bit more buildup with Eileen and the case. For an episode written by these two chuckle-fucks, though, I'm honestly really, really impressed.

Donatello is an okay-ish character, but his presence here felt mostly unnecessary. Didn't we have enough to juggle, without introducing him into the mix? Eileen, Cas, Rowena, Chuck, Michael, Adam... there's a lot going on here. It probably could have been done without him.

Pros:

I really don't know where to start, so let's start with Eileen. Just the fact that she's in this episode warms me from head to toe. She's... actually in the show. She's here, in the mid-season finale, where important Plot Stuff is happening. She's a real player in events, and after she came back from the dead, she stuck around in the bunker. Like she's... really in the show, you guys. Three episodes in a row!

On a more specific note, I love that Sam followed her and Eileen called him out on it... this could have been really creepy but I think they played it right. Eileen died and came back to life, and Sam is just starting to develop this relationship with her. It makes sense that he might be a little overbearing. And Eileen's reaction was pitch-perfect. She's a little annoyed, a little amused, but also maybe a little touched? And Sam takes the criticism to heart, realizing that he's probably overstepped. Later, when Eileen has a case that she needs to go on, to help an old friend, she goes to Sam and tells him, and he tags along. This seems like a good arrangement - Eileen isn't being stupid and running off by herself for no reason, but Sam is also respecting her boundaries and letting her approach him if and when she wants help with something.

We've also got Dean giving his seal of approval to the relationship, telling Sam that if he wants to do the family and relationship thing, Eileen is probably a good way of going about that. She's a hunter, she gets the life. And, as Dean says... Sam could do a lot worse. And Eileen could do so, so much better. I honestly think this little conversation was important to include. It's not like Sam needs Dean's blessing to start a relationship with Eileen, but... let's be honest, guys. Yes he does. Not literally, but can you really imagine either of the Winchester brothers being able to foster a healthy and lasting relationship with someone who didn't meet the other brother's approval? The codependency issues here are clear, and not to be discounted.

So then let's move on to Rowena. I loved her return here. It was totally unexpected, and totally brilliant. As I mentioned above, I really could have used more of her. The brief moment where Sam wants to hash out their last moments, and Rowena brushes him off, could have felt weightier. But the fact that we even got to see her again was such a gift. And what a natural end for her character! Queen of Hell. It fits, especially since I think we've pretty much confirmed that we won't be seeing Crowley again before the end. She got to show up looking like a boss-ass bitch, save Sam, Dean, and Castiel from getting their asses handed to them, shout orders, try to help them find Michael, assert her dominance and her happiness in her new role, and even try to kick Dean and Cas into gear, as she notices that they're clearly in some sort of "tiff." As brief as her return was, it certainly packed a punch, and I loved it so very much.

Cas and Dean's strained relationship right now is giving me life. This is the most Destiel-adjacent content we've gotten since Season Eight, and with the two of them returning to Purgatory, we're bound to get a lot of material in the new year, as well. The thing that I like so much about their story arc this season is that... there is a story arc. Dean has been cruel and dismissive of Cas in the past, and Cas has made mistakes, and circumstances have conspired to keep Castiel out of episodes as he goes off on his own quests... none of this is strictly new. But what is new is the narrative weight being placed on it. This is a slow-burn conflict that's going to have to have meaty screen-time to resolve. They had a serious fight, and it's actually affecting both of them in their actions.

Both Jensen and Misha are pulling out all the stops in giving this conflict the weight it deserves. There are so many delicious moments. They make their plans and discuss their options, but they can't even meet each other's eyes. There's the moment after Cas forces Michael to confront the truth, and Dean comes in and says "maybe you went too far." It's a gentle remonstrance, and he's clearly trying not to ruffle Cas' feathers. I loved the way Jensen played that, like he needed to talk to Cas about what went down, but he wanted to be careful not to antagonize him. When Rowena confronts them, they both do the typical thing of pretending everything's fine, still refusing to look at each other.

But the moment where my heart just squeezed in my chest was obviously when Dean cut his hand in order to do the spell to get to Hell, and Cas healed him, his hand hovering over Dean's fist without touching. Dean's hand unfurls and for a moment their fingers are centimeters apart, but they never touch. Many a meta has been written about the intimate way that Cas has always healed Dean, and how that juxtaposes to the way he heals other people. And in this moment, they don't touch, and it speaks volumes. I seriously have to ask the question - why was this moment in the episode? Sam could have been the one to cut his hand, or Dean could have, but then could have wrapped it up and moved on. It's not like we haven't seen Sam and Dean brush off wounds like this and ignore them before. This was a weighty, intentional moment. We lingered on it. I am alive, y'all.

Now let's turn to Adam/Michael. This is so amazing, and not at all what I think anyone was expecting when we found out Jake Abel was returning. Sure, Adam is a little pissed off at his brothers for leaving him in the cage, and sure Michael is still going on and on about being God's favorite, but even as so much has stagnated for these two characters, we've also learned what they've been up to in the cage for the past decade. They've made an arrangement. Only one body, but two brains... so they agree to share, more or less peacefully. Sam and Dean were shocked when Michael let Adam come to the forefront to say hi to his brothers. But the two of them seem to be... buddies. Adam is able to speak freely to Michael, to express his opinion that the Winchesters might have a point. Even though Michael can't quite listen to him in this instance, it's clear that he gives real consideration to Adam's opinions.

Adam was introduced on this show such a long time ago, and it would have felt disingenuous and annoying if we'd spent too long on the whole "you let me rot in hell" business. Of course that's something Adam would be thinking about, but it's not like Sam and Dean really knew him all that well. He doesn't seem to place much weight on his status as their brother, and I can't really blame him for that. He's had to forge his own path, and he's done so by becoming friends with the angel who is possessing him. I love that glow-up for Adam.

And Michael... he has to have his heart broken the same way Sam did when he found out that Chuck has been playing them all along. I loved the moment when Cas forcefully made him confront the truth, because of course it was too much, of course it was overwhelming, but ultimately it pushed him to understand that his loyalty to God is not worth the pain and suffering he's been through. And so, in much the way that Chuck knew how to cage Amara, Michael knows how to cage Chuck. He's willing to help by passing that information along. It's a spell, of course. And the most vital ingredient is something that can only be found in Purgatory. What with Sam and Eileen dealing with Chuck elsewhere, it's going to be up to Cas and Dean. They must return to the place where their epic romance really took off and began to slowly murder us all!

Chuck has Eileen and Sam right where he wants them, and even worse, Dean and Cas don't know. This is going to create great drama, as well as opportunities for our two couples (shut up and let me have this) to spend time together as we go in to the back half of the season. My heart is really starting to break, thinking about how little time we have left with this show!

I feel like this review could get out of hand very quickly. In many ways, this felt understated for a mid-season finale. Nobody died, the status quo didn't really shift all that much. But I actually liked it better for all that. Things are in motion. Character dynamics are being explored. This is a good season of Supernatural, y'all. Fingers crossed they can stick the landing!

9/10

[portals-to-a-new-world]

Chapter 2: Georgia On My Mind

Summary:

Day 1: Met the McCoys, may or may not have scandalized one of them. (In all fairness, she had it coming)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Six weeks raced by in a flash, and now that you found yourself stepping out onto Georgia soil, the nerves finally kicked in. Len seemed to notice, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder while placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You took a deep breath before looking up to see him smiling down at you so warmly your heart felt as if it might leap straight out of your chest. You returned the smile with one of your own, his growing wider at the sight. He leaned down to plant his lips on yours when a young voice cried out.

“DADDY!” His head shot up towards the voice, barely having time to remove his arm from around you before Joanna slammed into him in a hug.

“Oof! Hey, pumpkin!” He cried as he lifted and spun her around in the air a few times.

“I missed you!” She giggled. His grin was contagious as he finally set her down.

“I missed you too, Shug.” She stepped back and turned her gaze to you, smiling just as brightly as her father. “Since you call her more often than you call me nowadays,” He said jokingly as he stepped back to place a hand on your back. “I’m sure I don’t need to introduce (y/n).” You offered a small wave as you stepped forward, but she met you halfway, throwing her arms around you nearly as enthusiastically as she did with Bones. You laughed as you returned the hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you in person, (Y/n)!” She said as you parted.

“You too! I brought you some of the books we talked about,” Your heart glowed at the way her face lit up, reminding you of yourself at her age.

“Really? That’s awesome!!” Her excitement was contagious, and you soon lost yourself in the conversation. Much like her father, she had a pure heart of gold, and she was wickedly intelligent to boot. You probably would have stood there all night had a voice not called out to the two of you.

“Are you two nerds coming in or not? El’ says dinner’s almost ready.” Somehow, you’d managed to miss the arrival of Jim, and just to get on his nerves you turned around to yell out

“Supper!” However, you were underestimating the McCoy family, as every single one said the same thing with you, causing Jim to nearly jump out of his skin. You and Jo ended up in the grass, clutching your sides as you laughed, losing it every time you looked at Jim’s confused and indignant expression. Eventually, Leonard came out to drag you both inside, failing to hide his own smile. As you walked past Jim, you reached out and patted his face gently. “Welcome to the South, Jimbo,” He smacked your hand away jokingly.

“Yeah, whatever. Can’t believe I thought it would be a good idea to invite you two.” You started to reply when he grabbed you by the arm and quite literally dragged you into the living room. “Bones! Why don’t you introduce her to Donna?” Taking his cue, Len wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he walked you towards the couple sitting on the couch. He quickly let go, however, as the woman stood and pulled you into a near crushing hug.

“Oh my lord, it’s so nice to finally meet you! Jo’s told us so much about you; which is more than I can say for her father,” She gave Len’s shoulder a playful shove before turning and gesturing to the man now standing behind her. “This is my husband, Fred,” You reached out to shake his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, (Y/n),”

“You as well!” A look of confusion passed over everyone as the doorbell rang.“Are we expecting someone else?” Donna shook her head as she slipped by you to go see who was at the door. As soon as the door opened, the newcomer started squawking.

“About time!” Donna didn’t even have time to protest before a woman pushed passed her into the house. You knew something was off when Leonard tensed upon spotting the old woman, but you smiled politely anyway and tried to play nice. Well, at least until she opened her mouth and spoke.

“Leonard.” He nodded stiffly at her. She looked you up and down. “I see your taste in women has gotten worse in your age,” The tension in the room could have been cut with a butter knife, and only rose as you laughed aloud. Leonard looked down at you with wide eyes, confusion and hurt lurking in them.

“Aw, bless her heart, Len! If she thinks you’re old, imagine how she’s gonna react when she looks in the mirror.” You couldn’t help but grin at the emotions flashing through his eyes, starting with confusion, then relief and pride, and finally settling on that mischievous glint that always meant trouble. His hand reached out and grabbed one of yours as you stepped forward to murmur in her ear. You giggled as you stood back up to place a kiss on Leonard’s cheek as his eyes darted between you and the older woman, noting the way her mouth hung open in an absolutely scandalized expression. “So nice to meet you, ma’am,” You spun as a new voice rang out.

“My God, is that really my big sister left speechless?” Eleanora McCoy stood in the doorway, presumably that led to the kitchen, with a smirk on her lips. Your mind caught up and began to panic as you realized who the lady behind you was. Before you could reply and apologize, she spoke out.

“How dare you! I was nice enough to come out here and-”

“And insult my son’s girlfriend? Belle, I think we have very different opinions on what constitutes as nice.” Belle isn’t quite the name I would have given her. You thought. 

“This is my house, and if you plan to stay, then you’ll keep a civil tongue in that sawdust mill you call a head.” The tension finally broke when Belle turned on her heel and stormed out the door, nose held high. “Well, I’d say don’t mind her, but clearly you didn’t,” Eleanora said as she walked over with a warm smile.

“I hope I didn’t cause any trouble-” She waved you off.

“Please, if anything, you saved us all from an evening of passive-aggressive comments,” She continued as you still looked concerned. “Trust me, even I know how much of a hag my older sister is. If there’s one thing Belladonna is good at, it’s causing trouble by sticking her nose where it ought not be, and anyone who can shut her up is more than fine by me.” She turned to look at Len. “Leonard,” He stood a little straighter at his name. “You’ve got quite the keeper.” He beamed with pride as he looked down at you.

“I know, Ma.” She clapped her hands together, and he gently looped his arm through yours.

“Well, come on, y’all. Food’s getting cold,” As you all made your way into the dining room, he pulled you off to the side.

“What in the hell did you say to make her blush like that, darlin’?” You bit your lip to stop a smirk as you replied.

“Just that I’m glad I know you now, cause I doubt I could’ve handled your youthful stamina,” His eyes widened, and he dropped his head on your shoulder as he laughed.

“God, I love you.”

“Damn right, you do,” You started to lean up for a kiss, but per usual, Jim’s voice cut in.

“Will you two get in here already?? I’m starving!” Shaking your head, you settled for a quick peck just to spite Jim.

“To be continued, then,” A smirk graced your lips as you turned and walked into the other room, knowing Leonard’s eyes would be glued to your hips.

“It damn well better be,” His growl sent a shiver up your spine, but as you walked into the dining room, Joanna took your hand and pulled you towards the head of the table where Eleanora sat. Three seats were empty, and Leonard took the one beside you while Jo sat across from you. As you sat down, his hand found yours, and he traced patterns on your skin as you conversed with everyone.

“Hey, dad? Do you think we could go out to the lake tomorrow?” Sensing his hesitance, you spun to look at him excitedly.

“You never mentioned a lake! You have to show me.” You shot a subtle wink in Joanna’s direction. Jim was the next to speak up.

“Yeah, Bones, it’s been a while since we’ve been out there. Could be fun.” Knowing he was outnumbered, Leonard rolled his eyes dramatically. You shared a look with Jim, fully expecting Len to put up a fight.

“I don’t see why not, Shug.” Hmm. Maybe coming home was putting him in a good mood after all. “It’s supposed to be a blazer, though, so don’t forget your sunscreen this time, Jim.” He hid a smile at Jim’s frustrated sigh.

“That was one time, would you let it go?” Jim’s amusement was cracking through his attempt to be annoyed, and everyone burst out laughing. By the time everyone had finished eating and cleaned up, the exhaustion from your trip finally caught up with you, and your head barely hit the pillow before you were asleep with Len following close behind.

Notes:

Fun fact, the supper thing has actually happened to me. As always, thank you so much for reading and if you liked it please feed my attention-starved soul and hit that kudos button ;) Nah but seriously though you guys are the reason this came into existence so thank you a thousand times over for your support.

If you have a suggestion or something you'd like to see happen during the story feel free to drop a line in the comments, or stop by and say hello on tumblr (pandaqueen7799 is my main blog)! I'm always looking to make some new friends so don't be shy! Last but certainly not least, thank you to @bakerstreethound for being an awesome friend and giving this ol nugget the once over :D Go stop by her blog if you get a chance cause she’s awesome. 

Love y'all <3

[mactuna]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 ~ 𝔍𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫

Word Count: 1.87 K

Genre: fluff

Summary: jaemin finally settles for the one <3

"nA jAeMiN, they are not just old ladies!"

Jaemin was driving the two of you to the nursing home that was like, three blocks away from the SME building that you two worked at. If he hadn't been the one driving, you would've most likely thrown a chicken bone at his adorablely cute face. Without any regrets.

"You'll see when we get there."

By the time you arrived, the head nurse had already gotten out all of the porcelain plates that you would be decorating today.

"Y/N!! Is that the boyfriend you've been telling us about???”

"He is so handsome!!"

"I think he is a good match for our dear Y/N, right?"

Your face was literally the equivalent of the surface of a tomato and you desperately hid your face in Jaemin's shirt while he just laughed at you.

"Oh? She talks about me? What does she say about me?"

"Darling, she's head over heels for you! You two are so cute together!!"

"Stay like that and I'll take a picture for your wedding day!!"

By then, you couldn't even bear to move your head away from him because it was so embarrassingly red and you knew that frickin' Jaemin would be slightly pink at best with his classic cheesy smile.

"ARE YOU GOING TO GET MARRIED?!!!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

These old ladies were no longer old ladies, but old-looking high schoolers now. And this had their full attention.

"Did you get her a ring?!!"

"Are you going to get married abroad?!!"

"Oh no, do the fans know?!!"

"It must be so hard to date an idol..."

Finally, you mustered up the courage to break away and held up your hands in surrender.

"OKAY WE WILL BE PAINTING THE PLATES NOW!!!"

And thankfully, these halmeonis were very easily distracted, but one sat in her wheelchair staring at the boy.

I could've sworn I saw him at the jewelry shop yesterday when I was shopping with Chaeyoung....?

The two of you busied yourselves with getting them situated at the giant table with their little porcelain plates, paint, and cups of water.

"Y/N-ah!! Can you help me paint a cherry blossom tree please?"

It took every ounce of you to not groan out loud. Ms. Taemi had been a real pain in the butt since the very beginning and nothing you did ever seemed to make her happy. And today wasn't an exception.

"AISH WHAT IS THAT?!!"

Her yelling took you by surprise, nearly causing you to drop the plate.

"Ms. Taemi? What's wrong?"

"You! You painted this completely wrong and it looks so ugly! I'll just do it myself, hmph!"

All you could was bow and hand her the plate back.

"I'm sorry Ms. Taemi, I promise I'll try harder next time."

"If I have my way, there won't be a next time!"

This whole time, Jaemin had been helping Ms. Hyemin, who was literally an angel. But the two of them were staring in awe at you. The look of annoyance on your face was so obvious, but yet, you spoke so softly.

Wow.... what did I do to deserve her?

To say he was proud was a severe understatement. It was just such a proud papa moment, even though he was your boyfriend. Everyone who knew you back in high school knew how hard you'd had it, shaping you into the cold-hearted princess of the school. But when you met Jaemin? Your shell completely melted and your bitchy self became one of the sweetest girls anyone had ever met.

Still smiling, he watched as you just went to help someone else. But all the other halmeonies were just not having it. Whatsoever.

"Yah, how can you speak to our Y/N like that?!"

"She tried so hard but you are so ungrateful!!”

"That flower is absolutely beautiful!"

"How does she even deal with you?!!"

Ms. Taemi just hmph!ed and wheeled her way over to the snack table. That's when Jaemin felt the tug on his arm and found Ms. Hyemin beaming at him with that all-knowing granny look.

"You really love her, don't you? Just look at your smile.."

He was usually the cool one who acted so nonchalant about these things, but now he was an absolutely nervous trainwreck.

"I do, I really really do."

"And you know how lucky you are to have her?"

"Yes ma'am."

This was basically the equivalent of meeting the parents, because Y/N had basically been raised in this nursing home after being the sole survivor of a car crash with her parents and little brother. Meaning, Jaemin was literally about to have a heart attack.

"Aigoo... the look in your eyes... the love that you have for her is so obvious I want to cry! You better take good care of her Jaemin-ah or this entire nursing home will come after you."

"I will!"

And that was just the beginning of the interrogation.

"What if she gets sick? Will you be able to cook and take care of her?"

"What if she gets pregnant? Will you love the child unconditionally?"

"What if she gets in a car accident? Will you still tell her she's beautiful?"

"What if someone else hit on her? What would you do?"

"How far are you willing to go to protect her?”

By then, you had left the room to prep their rooms for naptime. Which basically meant that you left Jaemin to suffer his interrogation alone. Clearing his throat nervously, he answered the question with obvious love and admiration for you in his shining eyes.

"I will do anything for her, even if it hurts me."

Squealing, Ms. Hyemin wheeled herself over to the gaggle of halmeonis, whispering excitedly. And just like that, everyone exploded.

"AHHHH!! YOU TWO ARE SOO ADORABLE!!"

"You two remind me of me and my husband!!"

"When are you getting married? Can I please come??"

"Are you planning to have kids?"

"AIGOO THEIR KIDS WILL BE SO CUTE JUST LIKE THEIR MOM AND DAD!!"

"You're right!! They both have good looks and cute personalities!"

"DAEBAK!! MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN!"

"Jaemin-ah, kiss her before you leave please!!"

By then, you had walked out in utter confusion to find the poor blushing boy amongst the snoopy halmeonis who could not help but be so excited for their adopted granddaughter.

"Y/N-ah!! COME HERE!! It's good luck for your elders to bless you before getting married!!"

What the heck is going on?

You looked at Jaemin, who just shrugged his shoulders at you. As if to say,

I don't know what they're talking about either, babe

But let's be real here. The sneaky halmeonis have absolutely no idea if the whole good luck thing was true. They just knew that the two of you were the sweetest couple ever and it was like watching a drama when you two kissed. Why? Jaemin made it as dramatic and princely as he could.

Putting his hands on your waist, you couldn't do anything as you just stared at the floor in embarrassment.

Why can't his face be as red as mine, dammit?!! With an angelic touch of his finger, he gently tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes.

"Embarrassed... are we?"

"Just... just shut up!!"

He just giggled a bit, loving how he was able to melt you into this bubbly, hot mess in a matter of seconds. Then again, he knew he was absolutely whipped for you, so... But of course.... cue in the halmeonis.

"OH JUST KISS ALREADY!!"

"SHUT UP IT WAS GETTING GOOD!"

"SO CUTE!! JUST LIKE A DRAMA!!"

"JUST KISS HER JAEMINIE!!"

"YAH!! Let the poor boy live!!"

This whole time you kept staring at the floor, thoroughly annoyed with Jaemin being completely unaffected by the halmeonis' endless teasing. But you knew that he was totally whipped for you too.

So why not use it to your advantage for once?

Sticking out your bottom lip, you wrapped your arms around his neck with the saddest puppy look you could manage. Needless to say, this was not your thing so whenever you did it, Jaemin literally went into cardiac arrest every time.

"Nana~ why won't you kiss me~?"

"OMG I'M GONNA CRY!!"

"THIS IS TOO DAMN CUTE!!"

"I LOVE PET NAMES!!"

But Jaemin was largely unaffected on the outside, just a tad pink. Why? He was a total flirt with the NCTzens and when one of them decided to be a little feisty... he knew how to use fire against fire.

"Angel, you never need to ask if you want me to kiss you~"

Of course he knew how much you hated how unaffected he appeared with your little quips. But on the inside. Oh honey, it's a wholeass zoo in there. Smiling at you, he pressed his lips gently to yours, lingering there for a hot second before pulling away to smile at you. Frowning, you gently forced his chin down to kiss you again.

"OH MY GOD I COULD DIE HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!"

His lips moved smoothly against yours, nipping ever so gently at ypur lips, but couldn't do anymore since y'all had a combusting audience behind you.

"Ok, time to go home!!"

Giggling and semi-unaware of how tickled pink you were, he opened the door for you, bowing.

"M'lady?”

"My prince?"

But as soon as you were clear of the door, he picked you up bridal-style and ran all the way to the cover. Giggling the whole time.

"nA jAeMiN!! Put me down!!"

Smirking, he sat you down in the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt over you before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"I love you angel~"

"And I love you nana~"

All giddy and tingly, he skipped his way to the driver's seat and y'all drove home, with the old ladies hooting and cheering for you. Before it was reduced to fits of heaving coughs and sneezes. Damn allergies.

By the time y'all got back to the SME building, you were dead asleep with your hair slightly messy from the open window. Yet you were the most beautiful being that Na Jaemin had ever set eyes on.

"Angel, I can't wait until I can ask you to marry me~"

Knowing that almost nothing else would wake you up, he stuck his head through the car window and placed his lips on yours. Although still sleepy, you returned the kiss, cupping his face with your tiny hands.

"YOU GET HIM GIRLFRIEND!!"

"NO PDA IN THE DAMN PARKING LOT YOU TWO!!"

Embarrassed as hell, you clambered out of the car but if anything? Jaemin was the proudest guy in the world to show you off. Especially to his friends. Picking you up bridal-style, he pecked your lips again.

And the last that was ever heard of Jisung or Chenle again was a whole lot of high-pitched screaming.

"AHHHH I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES OUT!!!!"

"HYUNGGGGG~~~!! WHY~~~?!!!!"

Laughing, Mark, Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno clapped and hollered.

"JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY JEEZ!!"

Done with your humiliation for today, you playfully slapped his chest.

"Why do you keep embarrassing me~~?!!"

"I'll stop being embarrassing when you stop being so cute~!"

"stOOPP~!!"

Jaemin, 4 vs Y/N, 0. Dammit.

Anyway, this was Jaemin on the inside....

[lacrossepapi]

Hold Your Devil By His Spoke

Hi! This is my gift to @tahlreth for the @stetersecretsanta exchange! I went way deep off the prompt for this so uh I hope you like it and if you dont thats okay cause I wrote you another one! 

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The earth here still remembered his presence, the branches gently caressing him as he treaded softly underneath. The Beacon Hills Forest Preserve would always remember him and the taste of his family’s blood, though it was different now, changed forever by the feet of strangers. He found himself growling at the amount of garbage he could smell in his homeland.

Tourists.

The thought caused him to growl again. Who let these strangers trample this powerful, untamed land, so charged he could practically feel it thrumming beneath him?

This was Peter Hale’s home and the land knew it.

Approaching the ruins of his family’s once magnificent plantation would never be easy, but Peter was a resilient man. He’d been left standing after his home had burned and he would still be standing after the world was bathed in Hellfire and Brimstone. The Lord taketh away, but he would be giving eventually, if he didn’t Peter would just have to start taking.

Peter leaned against an old oak when his ears picked up the sound of a rumbling jeep. The only cars allowed in the preserve were the law and the handsome ranger Peter had glimpsed through a window sleeping on his desk when he’d entered the preserve. Peter would bet his inheritance that the Jeep rumbling towards him was not the law.

I said Lord, don't have mercy on me I'm looking for a light in the darkest of streets I said Lord, don't you have mercy on me I'm looking for a light in the darkest of streets

Peter rolled his eyes at the boy who drove past singing at the top of his lungs. Definitely not the law.

He sneaked through the overgrown grass, following the loud rumbling jeep with its loud caterwauling driver. This road went to the old Hale plantation and nowhere else, Peter felt anger wrap around him like a well known lover. Why did this loud annoying young man think he had any right to sully the god given land his ancestors had owned for generations?

Peter waited on the edge of the clearing till the sun had dipped low and the owls had started rustling in the trees before he finally heard the young man approaching, this time whistling Lonesome Drifter like a proper southern gentleman.

The boy reeked of cleaning chemicals and there was a lightness to him like he’d just caught the prize winning turkey at the fair, Peter didn't’t like it.

Peter turned around and quietly ran through the forest, leaping over rotten stumps as he raced to get ahead of the old jeep.

The sound of brakes screaming like the rapture hurt Peter’s ears but it was worth it.

“Holy shit fire, what the hell are you doin’ in the road there?” the young ranger’s voice called out as he shoved his head out the window to properly look at Peter.

“Afternoon, ranger! I seem to have gotten lost on my way out of this here park. I followed the sound of your singin’ and that ole’ beauty you got there and found the road, but I’m not quite sure where in the hell I am!” Peter hated talking like this.

He might have been born and raised in Beacon County but that didn’t mean he had to put his good education to waste, though a little Southern charm added to some simple ignorance always went a long way.

“Well shit, yeah I’ll take ya back to the ranger’s station. Promise not to tell anyone you got lost in my woods though, sir!” the ranger gave him a bright charming smile, but Peter knew the smell of shit by heart and this boy stunk like a pig pen.

Peter smiled back at the boy and lifted himself into the Jeep with a quiet grunt. Something was off about this young man and Peter wanted to know what he was doing in the Hale mansion.

“I was tryin’ to see the haunted house y'all got out here but I got dreadfully lost. Have you been?”

“Why yes I have, I’m comin’ from the old Hale house right now.” the ranger’s tone had lost its cheery edge.

“What’s it like?”

“Empty”

“Well it’s not empty if you’re in it right?” Peter laughed a charming sound.

“No, I guess not.” Now the ranger sounded plum irritated.  

“So, what were you doing up there?” Peter asked casually.

“I was just makin’ sure the teenagers weren’t drinkin’ in there again.”

“Kids these days are much wilder than my cousins and I were.”  Peter chuckled.

“Well sugar we’re here. Is your car close?” The ranger was all smiles once again now that Peter had backed off the topic of the Hale mansion.

“I walked here actually. Thanks for the ride, darlin.” Peter smiled before gasping, “I’m so rude! I didn’t even ask your name!”

“It’s Stiles Stilinski, sir. And yours?” Stiles asked curiously once they were both stand out in front of the jeep.

“Peter.”

Stiles smiled his fakest smiled yet and said, “Well nice to meet you Peter No-Last-Name. Next time you want to go off the trails in my woods take a guide.”

With those parting words the ranger turned and entered the little station.

Peter would have to monitor this boy with his shiny smiles and lifeless intelligent eyes, something wasn’t right here.

-

The humidity hung through the air like a veil in Beacon Hills, one had to cross the veil with every step. Peter had never experienced the powerful feeling anywhere else. The sun made its presence overwhelmingly known throughout Peter’s day of crouching behind beat up two-door trucks and large well manicured shrubbery.

The young ranger lived an ordinary life, if one didn’t noticed the emptiness in his eyes or the way his aura screamed Danger. There was a sparking, angry energy wrapped around the man that the sweet, God fearing residents of Beacon Hills didn’t seem to notice. Peter could see it’s tendrils slithering towards people the longer Stiles talked to them, could see the way Stiles’ hands twitched when it touched someone.

During the day Stiles Stilinski was the son of the good sheriff that’d left this world too soon and the preserve ranger who kept the kids out of trouble. He was the epitome of a good southern boy and the townsfolk ate out his hand.

“This boy stinks more than a donkey in August heat.” Peter mumurred to himself once he’d finally sat down in the air conditioned Country Kitchen.

He’d been so preoccupied trying to find something that wasn’t disgustingly bad for the body that he had missed the door opening, but there was no way Peter could miss the electric taste of Stiles’ presence. His blue eyes flashed once before he looked up to smile charmingly at the other man.

“Well hello there, handsome ranger.” “Peter No-Last-Name I oughtta call your momma for that shameless flattery.” Stiles’ grin was more predatory than playful like a hyena on the hunt.

“She’s dead, bless her soul, so she’d be kind of hard to reach just for a tattlin’.” Peter had casually thrown it out to gauge Stiles’ reaction, but the man just shrugged.

“Mine’s gone too, bless her soul, don’t mean I can’t go tattlin’ anyways.” he flashed a cheeky grin.

“‘What can I get you two lovely boys?” The waitress’ appearance almost startled Peter, he’d been so wrapped up in his banter with Stiles he hadn’t noticed her approaching.

Stiles flashed one more sharp grin at Peter before his smile became sweet as molasses, “Can I get the Country Fried Chicken with grits and Country Gravy on both of those please, honey.”

“Sure thing sugar. What you want to drink?”

“Now darlin’ you ought to know I’d want a nice cold sweet tea.” Stiles replied with a wink.

The waitress giggled and hit his shoulder lightly before calling him a flatterer with the devil’s tongue.

Peter was enraptured by the display of effortless charm Stiles was putting on, now he just knew it was all candy coated lies.

“I’ll have the same please.”

“Coming right up, hun. Yall behave while I’m gone” she left them with a wink of her own and danced across the dining room to get to the kitchen.

“You’re as slippery as a snake.” Stiles’ words caught Peter off guard with their frigid delivery.

“Now why would you say a thing like that to a practical stranger?” Peter asked, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist and inclining an eyebrow.

“Well, we aren’t exactly strangers are we Peter David Hale?” Stiles mirrored Peter’ body language while Peter tried not to react.

“No I guess we are not Mieczyslaw Jonathan Stilinski.” Peter smirked at the boy.

“Did you practice my name in the mirror for your big villain reveal?”

“Well you did the big villain reveal first now didn’t you? Are either of us an actual villain Stiles?”

The smile dropped from Stiles’ face and his expression turned stormy, Peter could feel the crackling tenders approaching him.

“I’d appreciate if your little friends didn’t leech my energy.” Peter finally got Stiles to show surprise with that reveal.

“Interesting.”

The men sat in charged silence until their waitress returned for refills and their plates.

“Thank you ma’am.” Peter smiled at the waitress, causing her to blush.

“The two of you could rule the world with your flattery alone.” The waitress smiled at both of them one more time before departing again.

“We would be formidable.” Stiles sounded like he was contemplating something.

“I am intrigued to see exactly what you’re doing out in those woods, ranger.”

Stiles nodded, “Well it looks like I’m takin’ ya out there, so hurry up now and finish your grits.”

-

Peter wasn’t foolish, he told the ranger he would meet him at the Hale mansion on his own. The jeep was a good place to try to incapacitate him and Peter wasn’t going to give Stiles the chance.

Peter let the preserve wrap around him once more as he hiked to the Hale mansion. The moss covered trees reached out to caress Peter as he passed, the wind moaning his family name. Peter’s blood was singing in his veins as he approached the clearing around his old home.

The younger man was leaning against his jeep singingly loudly.

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not

He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please

Don’t take that sinner from me

Oh don’t take that sinner from me

Peter entered the clearing as the boy finished.

“Perfect timing the song is just ending.” Stiles grinned before leaning in the window of his Jeep to turn it off.

Peter took a moment to get a good look at the ranger’s ass before he pushed his attraction aside and remembered this evening was most likely going to end in murder, and he wasn’t as confident that he’d win as he’d like to be.

“Well if you’re done looking at my rump let me show you what I’ve been doing out here.” Stiles’ grin and eyes were sharp with mischief.

“It’s a nice ass to look at darlin’.”

Stiles’ laughter echoed in the hollow bones of Peter’s childhood home. Peter wasn’t stupid enough to lead like Stiles was trying to make him, this was no longer the place of his memories Stiles had taken this skeleton and given it life again. Peter would not step blindly in this place, especially when he glimpsed a tripwire near the entrance. Stiles had set up traps but the more of them Peter noticed the more he also noticed the traps were set to spring as if to keep someone in than to keep someone out.

“Why are there so many traps?”

“You have keen eyes Peter Hale.”

Stiles’ response offered no answers and Peter rolled his eyes at the man’s back. Peter took a moment to let his shift wash over his eyes, with his wolf eyes he could see many many traps all over the house. Peter let the shift fall away before Stiles could see, but wasn’t sure the man hadn’t already figured it out anyways.

The deeper they went the more Peter’s skin started to crawl, he wasn’t sure he was ready to enter the room his entire family had died in. The room he’d snapped many of the human’s necks so they would have to feel the flames. The room he’d said goodbye to not only every member of his family, but also to the boy he’d been.

Never again would Peter be caught unaware.

As they descended the steps to the cellar Stiles began his story, “It started when I was about sixteen. My father and I had known the Hale fire had been arson, but my pa wouldn’t pursue it further. I think it was because the officials that did look into it usually ended up moving away and becoming mysteriously wealthy or they ended up dead. Little did I know that pops had been looking into it the whole time. I found his files the summer before junior year, just before he passed, may he rest in peace. In those files the name Kate Argent was circled, she was someone on the periphery of all the investigations, all the suspects had been seen at least once with Kate. Dad was leaving an unknown location in his cruiser when a semi hit him head on.” Stiles stopped at the base of the stairs and took a breath.

He didn’t turn any lights on, it was too dark for even Peter’s eyes meaning he had no idea where Stiles was now or what was going to happen now that they had reached the cellar.

“That unknown location wasn’t so mysterious when you had all of the puzzle pieces. I was young then, mind you, but I ended Gerard and Kate Argent a month after they’d made me bury another parent. I wish it’d been long and painful. I wish that for both of us Peter. They deserved so much worse than they got, but I was full of so much rage back then. I poisoned them. Potassium Chloride for Gerard and Succinylcholine for Kate. He was old so a heart attack wasn’t even worth lookin’ into and all it took was a little evidence planting to make Kate’s asphyxiation and paralysis look like an allergic reaction. Did you know that Kate was allergic to some of Gerard’s medicine? The report says that after she found her father dead she took all of his medicine and killed herself. How tragic.”

Peter’s entire body was rigid with tension, he didn’t like not knowing where Stiles was, but he needed to hear the rest of the story.

“After those two were gone I simply broke in and went through their files. Did you know werewolves are real, Peter David Hale? Are you named after David in this bible or David Kessler? Has the big American werewolf even been to London?”

“My name is biblical, Mieczysław.” Peter’s words floated out into the dark abyss around him.

“How boring.”

Suddenly Stiles was pressed against Peter’s body, his lips crashing into Peter’s. Peter wrapped his arms around the lithe body, his hands exploring every inch of Stiles that they could reach. The kiss was all consuming and full of a fire he didn’t know he still had in him. When Stiles stepped back and out of reach Peter couldn’t stop the high pitched whine that escaped him.

Stiles made a contemplative sound before saying quietly, almost like he was making a note to himself, “Needy.”

Before Peter could be offended Stiles continued, “I just wanted to taste you before I showed you. I didn’t want to kill you before I kissed you. I don’t want to kill you, Peter. I hope I don’t have to.”

With that Stiles finally turned the lights on, it took a moment for Peter’s eyes to adjust but when they did he gasped.

The entire cellar had been turned into a torture room, but Peter’s attention was drawn elsewhere before he could properly inspect the room. In the middle of the room was a bloodied stump of a man, who was on the cusp of death his heartbeat so quiet and slow Peter hadn’t heard it.

“And who is this unfortunate soul?”

“He raped three girls this summer.”

“And why is he still alive?”

“I was going to kill him that day I ran into you but my sparks told me I was being watched.”

Peter hummed, “So you did know. Interesting.”

“Oh baby you’re easier than pie. I saw through your little tourist facade almost instantly.”

Peter growled and stepped closer, noting that the sound aroused Stiles, “You’re little Blessed Ranger routine is flimsy at best.”

Stiles laughed before he pulled Peter forward by his belt loops. “So you aren’t gonna make me kill you?”

“You couldn’t catch me much less kill me, but no little ranger. I seem to have taken a shinin’ to you.”

They kissed once more before Stiles stepped away, “Wanna help me clean this up?”

“You made the mess darlin’, you can finish up. I’d like to watch you work.”

Stiles grinned sharp, “You just wanna stare at my ass.”

Peter flashed his eyes with a low rumble, “Not just that.”

Stiles shivered much to Peter’s delight.

“Well fine. You watch but next time you’re helpin’. Hit play if you will.” Stiles gestured to the speaker on the far counter.

I might be a part of this Ripple on water from a lonesome drip A fallen tree that witness me I'm alone, him and me

Peter knew this song and joined in with Stiles’ singing.

And then life itself could not aspire To have someone be so admired I threw creation to my king With the silence broken by a whispered, wind All of this can be broken All of this can be broken Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground

Their voices danced and spun around each other as the melody overshadowed the muffled screams of a soon to be dead rapist. The tree outside the Hale mansion sang their own song of triumph as the spark and the wolf finally joined. The land had called for a savior and had received two broken men ready to watch the world crumble down around them. They’d withstood catastrophe and now it was their turn to reap destruction on those unworthy of town they called home.

[dawniel]

a tag update

I saw this tag I did in Jul2017 I was almost 18 and I'm being crazy nostalgic rn. I’m trying to give an update to my answers and have a look at my growth. if the answer is the same I'm leaving it, you’ll see what I mean. The changes are so unbelievable to me and I am proud of my progress.

THE LAST…

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: from my dad  school office for academic enquiry 3. Text message: “did you even listen” “goodnight babe”  4. Song you listened to: God Knows I Tried Level of Concern tøp 5. Time you cried: yesterday today lol

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: havent dated someone once yes 7. Been cheated on: how if i havent dated someone once no (? 8. Kissed someone and regretted it: havent had my first kiss yes 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: hahahahahah why would you ask so? do i look like-? oh yes? yes. (I was being so annoying but yea 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope yes

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. dusty pink baby pink 13. white black 14. pale/ baby blue beige

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15. Made new friends: so many internet friends god bless y'all kinda 16. Fallen out of love: never actually been in love? yes  17. Laughed until you cried: i guess?? 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yea that isn’t hard I’m problematic  19. Met someone who changed you: of course I’m quite easily influenced by people actually 20. Found out who your true friends are: yes but I’m still figuring out tbh 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no yes 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: idek who is on fb 23. Do you have any pets: not rn:( 24. Do you want to change your name: no 25. What did you do for your last birthday: i forgot? wait let me check i had a cake with my parents and,,, sorry i really can’t recall probably had fun with my friends I ate sushi with my bf and went back home, my dad surprised me with a homemade cake I celebrated it with my parents it was very cute 26. What time did you wake up: 5sth am and sleeping again at 11am? and then waking up again at 1pm??? 830am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: doing the phil curly hair animation sleeping...who was I, also that animation is still cool good job old rosie 28. Name something you cannot wait for: the graduation dinner perhaps? i didn’t have much to look forward to,, death? for this coronavirus to be over! I was so sad then:( 29. When was the last time you saw your mother: just now 30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: how i see life?and how i see myself? but kind of dont because i dont want to change everything about myself I have changed but I am excited for the growth to continue :) 31. What are you listening to right now: my father talking silence 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: does tommy count he’s a creep this is crazy.. my bf who is with me for almost 2 yrs is named Tom 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: the me talking to me reacting the the world lately it is the limited working space at home to paint for my course 34. Most visited website: tumblr and youtube

35. Elementary: (not too important) 36. High School: high school is basically my life falling apart except that i know i want to do art in my life it is interesting looking back 37. College/university: for uni i hope i will get the offers sigh this depends so much on the grades of the entry exam and we dont know the results yet bitch I'm proud of you you got your first choice 38. Hair color: lighter brown 39. Long or short hair: short longg 40. Do you have a crush on someone: yea 41. What do you like about yourself: how i think (when I’m not depressed) in a quirky way I am serious with thing that are important 42. Piercings: i got four now 5 43. Blood type: b 44. Nickname: rosie my bff calls me lettuce head sometimes but I dont really have a nickname 45. Relationship status: hello darkness my old friend occupied 46. Zodiac sign: my sun is cancer 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite tv show: idk my mind is empty now Bojack/ the Good Place/ the end of the fucking world can't decide 49. Tattoos: desperately wanting one but none yET 50. Right or left hand: right handed

FIRST… these remain the same ofc

57. Eating: no 58. Drinking: no 59. I’m about to: sleep 60. Listening to: the typing sound 61. Waiting for: i wait for life to end/ but it never comes around (making a ldr reference that no one will ever know) i guess my other day out? another houseplant? idek i dont have much expectations going out and summer! 62. Want: to love myself, be a good person, and be happy. also be better at art. (all still true:) 63. Get married: maybe if i find someone special in the future yes uwu 64. Career: i would say art but I’m re considering fashion design again? I’m still contemplating,, to work in a social engagement art space

YOUR TYPE…

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs kisses 66. Lips or eyes:  eyes 67. Shorter or taller: for girls i wish to be similar, for guys taller 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: idk arms 71. Sensitive or loud: dont be loud but not too sensitive because i already am a sensitive fuck (is this abt sex and I didn't know hahahahah) sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: both have its charm what can I say true but troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER… 74. Kissed a stranger?: i havent kissed someone yes 75. Drank hard liquor?: no I’m a good girl I’m still good,, yes 76. Lost glasses contact/lenses: yes 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on first date: havent been on a date no 79. Broken someone’s heart: i think no? but may to friends? I’m not sure probably 80. Had your heart broken: always I’m so flipping dramatic ffs I hadn’t at that time, and yes 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: until this day I still wasn’t sure if i had a crush on her yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

84. Yourself: i wish fr I wish more than I used to 85. Miracles: yes but not when I’m in the situation 86. Love at first sight: kind of YES 87. Santa Claus: when i first knew him i was already presented that he is a fictional character 88. Kiss on the first date: can you believe in a kiss?? what does this mean??  89. Angels: not quite but mo you right there’re a lot of good ppl out there that help us in life like angels

OTHER… 90. Current best friend’s name: carol (still true❤︎) 91. Eye color: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: neon the professional not sure, could be About Time

[trippz2ill2ace8itout]

⭐🥀TRIGGER WARNING!!

Introducing Last Night At 3AM. I Lost Control. Yet Another Breakdown, I Had about 30 breakdowns. No pity sympathy or attention. && NO I WAS NOT ON DRUGS! I'm over 1 year sober. Alvaro took over (one of my demons/alters) && Dancing Fire (another one) possessed me to the point I almost got a cop call. I don't wanna be a burden &: I wanna save fix care support be there for everyone and everything. I'm sick of being alive. But I can't do anything stupid cuz of me getting concerved to a state institution (which is way different than a mental hospital) cuz I've been in 215 mental hospitals & got diagnosed Critically/Clinically Insane plus over 10+ mental hospitals. All I have is my mom. The breakdowns the vivid flashbacks the mental illnesses getting 10x worse. No treatment will take me cuz I've been to all of them to many times. I can't process anything. My mind imprisons me. I dissociate 89 to 99% of the day. I've been thru every single sorts of treatments/medication I've had trauma 24/7 from 2001-2018. I'm losing my mind. And everyday it's the same thing and people get tired of hearing it.I'm so done with dealing with this everyday. I don't need sympathy. I just don't know man. My mom&& lil brother doesn't want me home, I can't explain what's wrong or going on. I don't wanna be a burden. I'm sorry man. I wanted to self harm again but I didn't. Imagine all my mental illnesses multiplied by 10. Imagine EVERYDAY HAVING VIVID FLASHBACKS AND 22+ Mental Breakdowns a day. I.am sorry if I'm negative. I'm sorry. I just wanna save and fix the world. When people ask me "how are u" idk how much reply. I'm sick of my mind. I feel like darkness is controlling me. I pray A LOT. Alvaro literally possesses me and gets in my body. I have mostly every mental health diagnosis there is. And NO I'M NOT PROUD OF IT I'M NOT BRAGGING OR GLORIFYING It. I just wanna help everyone and everything. Along the my mental health, I have autism, narcolepsy anorexia Etc. My diagnosis list is so long and I don't wanna be known for that. I can't even leave my house. When ever I feel a lil bit better, here comes Alvaro. But again I don't wanna be a burden. It's my job to be there for everyone else NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. I can't take this anymore. No pity sympathy or attention. I can't seek help cuz then they'll send me to a institution cuz I've been in to many mental hospitals. I'm doing the best I can. But I'm about to snap. I can't function. And I'm getting worse. I don't want attention I want to be OK. I've dealt with all this hell most of my life. It's hard to explain. On top of that. My physical state is getting worse. I'm finding more reasons to die than to live. I'm over 1 year sober. I'm a huge hypocrite when it comes out taking my own advice. I don't love myself. But i am over caring sensitive and I help obsessively. I repeat myself idk I'm just not OK. I'm losing contact with reality. I'm scared to keep going. But I got this.🥀⭐

🥀⭐Your Enough

Your Worth It.

Your Life Has Purpose

This To Shall Pass

Im here for all y'all in anyway I possibly can.

I'm sorry if I'm annoying. I'm sorry

Stay Strong && Keep Breathing ⭐🥀

🌙🌙🔥🔥🖤🖤🥀🥀HUGE TRIGGER WARNING🥀🥀🖤🖤🔥🔥🌙🌙

🥀🥀🔥🔥Hey my name is Izzy && I'm a recovering drug addict && alcoholic with over 1 year sober. This is the longest I've been sober being out of treatment. I've used mostly every drug there is. Being homeless 13 times. In 215 mental hospitals. In 3 foster homes (2 out of 3 were abusive) group homes, unlocked and locked treatment centers, rehabs shelters, crisis centers. Short and long term treatment centers. Which none will take me back cuz I've been there to many times. I've sold myself && got tortured abused raped drugged up for drugs and money to raise my unbio son, Anthony. I lost custody cuz of false accusations. I've had multiple near death experiences (some were suicide attempts && some were naturally done) my drug of choice was meth. I've had trauma 24/7 from 2001-2018, over 10+ mental illnesses. Some were caused from a few bad trips on PCP that I never came back from. I was sleeping anywhere I could rest my head, I had to be alert at all times. Tbh I havent been to a meeting in awhile. My sponsor is like family to me. I'm redoing all my steps. I'm on step 2. I've lost a shit ton of people to drugs and I was literally getting cop calls everyday. Drugs messed with my life. And having this much clean time is amazing. Most of my life I've gotten abused raped, literally tortured and drugged up. Sold. Prostituted, almost killed. But no pity sympathy or attention pls. Any clean time is good time. And I'm proud of all of you in recovery drug addiction is a special kinda hell. Drugs become your priority and your best friend. I got tortured on the daily by people coming in one by one torturing me from orders from Kimberly (my ex fiance who hung herself in front of me) it was one by one. I got so caught on in drugs that it was the only way I knew. I used to numb the pain. I'm so blessed I found God again. Now I have 22+ mental breakdowns a day every day. I found out it had a lot to do with my drug use.🔥🔥🥀🥀

🥀🖤Thank you for breathing even when u wanted to die. Drugs kill you. There's nothing about it to be proud of its serious. You Matter Yo Important Yo A Someone Yo Enough Yo Worth It Yo Have A Purpose, Yo Have A Story, A Message, A Voice, A Reason, Yo A Warrior, A Soldier, A Survivor, A Fighter. You Are U && NoOne Can Be You, But YOU. Your Life Matters YOU MATTER, Yo Life Has Value &% I'm Glad Your Alive. Thank U For Being Alive. People say that I help everyone and everything obsessively && I don't stop. It's very true. This is a shout out to my unbio son that I raised as my own, Anthony Castillo-Martinez, I met him at one of the many abusive foster homes. Where it was owned illegally by Andrea/Angela && Jimmy Miller. We got tortured daily. They were not licensed foster parents. I met Lil Toni there and I escaped with him to meet up with Kimberly. We lived in a run down hotel in LA. I became homeless again. Toni got me through so much and even tho I can't find him (he's been gone for years) your my lil baby. I will always love u. U are my world and one day I hope to see u again. I hope you have a good home now. Going to school. Just doing well in general. And I'm sorry for you witnessing what Kimberly was doing to me. I love u babes with all my heart. 🖤🥀

🖤🔥🥀I failed Cedar House twice. This was a rehab in San Bernardino, California. I lied my way out. And I regret it. Funny thing is I already read the entire NA Basic Text && The AA Big Book. I have multiple sobriety apps on my phone and I have an app that that has NA && AA Speakers on it. I'm reading the How && Why and I'm so proud of myself && I couldn't have got this far without my sponsor, Jaclyn. She understands me better than any sponsor I've had in recovery. Here's a list of my mental disorders, some were caused Or made worse by drugs and alcohol🥀🔥🖤

🌙🔥🔥Schizo-Affective, Bipolar

ADHD, OLD, ODD,

PTSD, Insomnia

Depression, Anorexia

Anxiety, Autism

Borderline Personality Disorder

Severe Brain Damage

Attachment Disorder

Dissociative Identity Fund..

Multiple Personality Disorder

Narcolepsy, Critically/Clinically Insane🔥🔥🌙

🖤🥀Listen I don't need your pity, sympathy or attention these were all diagnosed by over 5 psychiatrists, and diagnosed "Insane" by over 10 doctors. DO NOT SELF DIAGNOSE!!!! Anyways. I attempted suicide over 100 times. Self harmed in anyway possible. They say I'm the most high maintenance case in the system of California. And the next time I go to a mental hospital I'm getting sent to a state institution. I would do anything to get drugs. Jeremy && Izzie Baraz were my street partners. They both passed away. All I have left in blood family is my mom and brother. My mom. Says if I pick up drugs one more time I'm never aloud back in her house. My dad injected me with meth and heroin at age 9, he also tortured me daily. He passed away in 2011. I'm glad he's dead. But I take full responsibility for my drug and alcohol habits. And I hope I never go back. One Day At A Time.🥀🖤

🔥🥀This To Shall Pass, If Not Today There's Always Tomorrow

God, Grant Me The Serenity

To Accept The Things I Cannot Change

The Courage To Change The Things I Can. &&

The Wisdom To Know The Difference

Amen🥀🔥

🔥🔥Keep Coming Back It Works If You Work It🔥🔥

🔥🔥A Moment Of Silence, For The Addict Who Still

Suffers, In And Out Of These Rooms🔥🔥

🔥🔥Staying Clean, Im Never Going Back🔥🔥

🥀🖤I almost relapsed again on New Year's. I almost asked a stranger to buy me Vodka. But God told me to stop.

I'm Always Here 4 All Of You, No matter What.

I'd Do Anything To Keep Y'all Alive && Breathing. To Make U OK. to Save && Fix U && Take Your Pain Away. I Love Y'all. Keep Coming Back.🖤🥀