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bowieandqueen11 · 28 days
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We Need A New Lock / Sanji Imagine
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Request: could you write a sanji x reader fic of them alone in reader's room? they always end up getting interrupted by someone just as they get close to kissing, and its torture for sanji because they just cant find a moment alone with each other, so he finally finds a way to be with her late one night where he can kiss her senseless uninterrupted. thank you!
First I just wanted to say, thank you so much everyone for your support as I recovered from my operation! I'm so happy to be here and writing again!
Okay but this is both super sweet and hilarious, I hope you don't mind I spread this out over the deck a bit, and changed it around a little bit for more fun ;)
Warning: slightly spicy, so 18+ please!
(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @islandofohara.)
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Try One: Nami
At try one, Sanji was four seconds away from ripping his hair out.
Poor, Sanji: the sweet cook had spent all of dinner service with his hands clenched tightly in his fringe, fistfuls of hair nearly tugged out and scattered among the Matcha Tiramisu he had spent a lonely, and tired morning dragging himself away from your warm embrace to make specially for you. Toiling, rolling, dusting cream and cocoa that he had spent the last handful of his berries trading for from the speciality trader in the markets of the Canopi Islands; he had squinted underneath the honey melt of the sun as it fell from its crest over the horizon as he whisked and whizzed and splattered dessert up to his elbows in his desperation to make sure the sweet treat would be ready before Luffy caught the scent of it.
Finding it too tempting not to toy with the cook, you tried to stifle your smirk as you nonchalantly placed a fist under your chin and feigned interest in whatever Nami was animatedly trying to chew over with you. Flitting your irises over until you made direct eye contact, you dragged the flat edge of your tongue up the back of the spoon, making sure to wet the edge of your thumb along the way.
At any other time, Sanji may have been beside himself with embarrassment. It wasn't the first time a member of the crew had teased him... or snarled at him... or chided him for his obvious endearment, but the sound of Nami's voice was drowned out by the pulsing rush of blood that flooded through your boyfriend's ears. His full concentration was centred solely on the way your teeth scraped over your fork: the content hum as you licked over your fingers like a serpent and nearly sent Sanji clambering onto the floor to beg for the ecstasy of your sin.
You had tried not to chortle, you really had: hiding your face behind the ledger Nami was leaning over the table to shove into your face, her accusing pointer finger jabbing at a new entry she had triple underlined in her familiarly baleful black strokes. She hadn't even noticed that Sanji was nearly crumpled on the floor, bowl lying abandoned by the sink as his love-struck eyes struggled to stay within his skull.
'3000 berries?! Seriously?', she shot a growingly outraged frown in your direction, clattering her fork onto the table so she could use her free hand to point accusingly towards a recovering Sanji, whose fingernails were almost shedding wood shards off the cabinet drawer as he tried to pull himself back up to a presentable looking stand. 'You let curly brows over there spend three thousand of our berries on a pair of new pyjamas for you?'
You shrugged hesitantly, crossing your legs under the table. Your skirt began to rise up, bunching towards your hip as you crossed your ankles. You shot a lingering glance out of the corner of your eye towards Sanji, hoping with all your might that he'd be too bashful to meet your eye. Instead, as Nami cried out in outrage, Sanji's gleeful eyes locked onto yours, and the poor man was forced to grab the wooden edge of his spoon out of the sink and bite into it with his teeth to stop himself from squealing right there and then in the kitchen.
Nami incredulously trailed her eyes between the two of you, a long-simmering jaded scowl tempering over her face. Finally noticing how Sanji was loosening his shirt collar and using a freshly washed baking tray to fan the heat rolling in volcanic waves off his body.
The cat burglar pushed her tongue against her cheek and inhaled sharply as she turned her attention back to you. 'How is that even possible?! Luffy's meat budget for the month costs less than that!'
'They're special, my dear Nami!', Sanji finally managed to pipe in, his voice sounding strangled as he plopped the tray back down next to his damp tea towel. He turned towards the two of you with a pained smile plastered on his sickly looking face.
'They're made of Agar-Agar flakes, and of course, only the finest dehydrated avocados in all of the East Blue for the finest gem in all of the seas.' Sanji cocked his head and winked at you mischievously. 'It was worth every berry for my delectable little sweet pea.'
Nami made a gagging noise into her orange juice, but Sanji just bit his bottom lip and came sauntering over to stand by your side.
Sanji's breath drew in sharply as you absentmindedly began to brush your pointer finger up and up: first tickling over the arm that came winding around your shoulder, before leaning back to trace the edge of his jaw line, your eyes drawn away from Nami's waving hands to gawk up at the unbuttoned gap between his shirt where his Adam's apple lay tautly.
Nami was about to throw her muffin at your head when she suddenly started, bolting straight upright. Leaning forward on her elbows, she squinted her eyes suspiciously at the way you were nearly falling off the dining table's bench to lean back and caress your boyfriend's face.
'Hold on... what do you mean Agar Agar? How can they be made of food...'
'Well', you snorted, trying to hide your face by pulling one of Sanji's heavy arms up and draping his heavy bicep in front of your crinkling eyes. 'They are edible-'.
'Melt in the mouth, in fact', Sanji chimed in audaciously, bending his spine over so he could press a few butterfly kisses over the top of your scalp.
Nami nearly shoved the table straight into your stomach in her desperation to clamber up and escape the two of you. 'Nope. Nope! Absolutely not. The two of you get out of here now, before I start pitching water over your heads.'
Try Two: Usopp
At try two, Sanji was three seconds away from kicking the door of its hinges in annoyance.
It had taken nearly all night for the two of you to get even these few seconds of isolation together, and yet Sanji still felt so woefully unprepared. His fingers stumbled as he clumsily tried his best to ignore how his pounding heart was almost playing leap-frog with his ribs; the tautening of his abdomen as he tried to pull his under-shirt over his head left exultant lacerations against his muscles. He had to work up the courage to turn and kiss you now, or he was going to keel over and pass out on the floor from his heart's anguish: brought to his knees by the one thing he could never escape: his soul’s serendipity. 
Thankfully, you did the hard part for him.
He flushed at the sound of your feet pattering off your bed to echo through the shimmering walls towards him; he throat bobbed at the feel of your hand delicately winding round to finger at the Windsor knot choking his neck. He nearly cried out when you pressed your body flush against his back.
'My buttercup, if you keep pulling at that tie like that you'll have conked out before I've even got you to the bed.'
You could feel the desperation radiate off Sanji as he tilted his head back to try and watch you. Despite how tired he seemed, his dipping eyelashes roved almost hungrily over every aspect of you he could see, his hand coming up to slide over yours until you were bowered and anchored together in the storm.
'Well my honeyed heart', he almost made your breath hitch as he walked the two of you backwards, stopping only once the heavy weight of your bed swung against your knee pit. 'I suppose I'll just have to bring the bed to us.'
With a grunt that sounded suspiciously close to a puppy's whine, Sanji snapped you up within his arms and lifts you up to sit on the chained platform. Once you had regained your balance, you beckoned your pointer finger towards Sanji, and he nearly tripped over his own feet as he came stumbling towards you, dragged forwards as if yanked by an invisible leash tied around his ankles.
'God, I missed you today', your boyfriend muttered, grabbing onto your shirt and nearly crawling into your skin like a man possessed. As your head hit the linen lining of the swing, the man did his best not to collapse his full weight onto you when he came crushing down on top of your abdomen: the only thing holding him up being the point of his elbows that pin your arms in place, and the jut of his knees as they 'accidentally' fall between yours and slide them further... and further open. 'If Luffy has me make cook up one more medium-rare steak for him I'm going to throw myself headfirst into the ocean.'
You snorted, burrowing your nose into the soft mound of flesh underneath his earlobe. He shivered when you teasingly pursed your lips and blew against the shell, before latching on with your teeth and nipping at the squishy skin. 'If you do, don't worry. I'll make sure to fish you out with a frog net.'
'Frog net? Frog net!' Sanji slowly lowered his body to rest his forehead against the curve of skin just above your breasts, trying to stifle his smile. 'Oh, my wounded heart! I hope you're only saying that because you're going to give me a kiss.'
'Actually, it's because you're so slimy', you teased, poking your finger into his hip. His groan echoed into your bone as he pulled your waist tighter against him.
The starved man exhaled, his arms tightening around your waist; he was hiding himself away in your safety, trying to burrow himself underneath your skin like an ensnared goldcrest flying fruitlessly, dangerously, with harrowing hope for the propitious freedom wrought only by the sun.
Sanji made an incomprehensible gargle that sounded something vaguely along the lines of: 'Eye wansh kisch ewe so mphly.'
'What was that, buttercup?'
'I want to kiss you so badly', Sanji whimpered, his warm tears soaking through to your shoulders.
He was so soft. God always so soft, and as he lay before you now, you could almost imagine how sweet he must have been before his father cruelly tried to stifle it with cruel mockery and torturous punishments. So soft, so calm, so comforting, as he peered up at you with those wonderous eyes; his attention was always drawn back to you: so trusting, no matter what you said or did. Always. Just looking at you with this almost timeless intensity. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, to want to spend his whole life caught in the light of the most translunary being he’s ever met.
You stroked your palm through the tangling strands of hair by the nape of his neck, letting your voice fall to a whisper in order not to startle Sanji any further. 'Well, you are my sweet prince after all. You can kiss me whenever you want.'
The cook's reply was muffled by a swift knock against the doorframe.
'Hey, is everything okay? I'm hearing some weird noises coming from in here... are you guys in trouble? I know those Marines on Karushi Island were pretty annoyed when Y/n tossed them backwards over their butts-'
His perturbed question was met only by a deafening groan, followed by the pillow Sanji picked up and flung hitting the porthole window with a crashing PLASH.
Usopp flinched back, instinctively reaching towards his belt to run his fingers over the solid oak of his slingshot. 'Okay, be brave. Be brave, Captain Usopp. Your friends may be in danger! They may-'. Usopp's words quickly died on his tongue when he cautiously tip-toed open the door to the boy's quarters. In fact, his tongue nearly rolled out of his jaw as his lips slackened, blubbering like a pufferfish at the sight of Sanji almost draped across you. A half-naked Sanji.
He clapped his hands over his eyes, and nearly tossed himself over the edge of the ship with how rapidly his legs were wheeling themselves backwards. 'I'm so sorry you guys! I didn't know you were- well you were, you know- boinking in ther-.'
SLAM.
The swift silence that settled over the room should have been reassuring. Should have been. If only it hadn't been followed by the confused wails from the sharpshooter as he lolled out flat against the floor: the tip of his bandana scraping underneath the toe of Sanji's shoe where it was splayed out over the edge of the bed.
Sanji just sighed like a weary father, taking one hand off your cheek to slap it over his eyes with a curt shake.
'You snuggle up here and stay warm, sweetheart. I'll go get Chopper.'
Try Three: Luffy
At try three, Sanji was busy spending his spare two seconds trying to work up the nerve to just... leap across the room to where you were standing and kiss you silly.
'Okay', Sanji folded himself against the door and started counting distractedly on his fingers. 'I've given the Captain three plates of meat, so that should distract him for a little while: I've also hidden cookies along the deck, and stuffed a few mint infused lamb shanks in the Crow's Nest. Hopefully he'll go and bother moss head for a bit instead of annoying-'
A ringing crash made the two of you wince as your poor bedroom door got another battering; this time, the handle nearly cleft a hole clean in the wall as Luffy's leg came barging sandal first into the room.
He couldn't sleep... so your Captain had the fortuitous idea of seeking out the next best thing: hugs from you.
'Y/n, there you are! I ran out of meat, I need you to rub my tummy so I can nap! I tried asking Zoro, but he kicked me off the Crow's Nest!'
Before you could even open your mouth to protest, Luffy's stretchy arms have latched onto the edges of the door and he's flung himself into the room like a Hawaiian clad cannonball. Sadly, one that had been directly configured to launch into you: headfirst, nonetheless.
'Damn it Luffy - nO!'
A look of pure terror widened your eyes as you were skidded butt-first across the floor by a mop of curly black hair and a Cheshire grinning face. A crushing weight piled onto the side of your face, and despite how much Sanji curses and tries to detach Luffy's arm from your waist, your Captain's smushed face doesn't even lift an inch off your cheek.
'Oh, Sanji! You're here too! Even better!'
Then koala mode is activated, and Luffy's legs and arms come wrapping around you... and poor Sanji's like a cocoon. The helpless cook goes flying through the air like a contorted puppet blasted out of a wonky cannon.
Oblivious as always, your Captain settled down between the two of you for his pre-sleep nap, effectively trapping pining you and a love-struck Sanji a foot away from each other. Within a blink of an eye Luffy's head lolled onto your shoulder, and you frowned as you tried to shuffle away from the thin lines of drool that dripped out of his snoring mouth. As if he could sense you moving, Luffy's arms tightened like a vice around your waist, winding another few extra times around for good measure.
After a few minutes of wriggling, some muted swearing, and a lot of shoving the toe of his boot into the side of an unaware Luffy's shin, Sanji finally managed to wrangle his hand to snake around the rubber man's bellybutton so he could link his pinkie finger with yours.
Trying your best not to to block your nostril, you shuffled your cheek to the side until you could meet your boyfriend's sorrowful eye.
Despite your circumstance, all you did was smile.
God- that smile: bright enough to alight the dusk. As piercing and ruinous as pure golden sunlight. As devastating as the fresh warmth of a salt wind borne onto the stifling heat of a forgotten crag. And it makes everything in his life up to this moment worth something. Worth it all.
All the tortures in the world would be worth it to just link pinkies with you.
Try Four: Zoro
At try four, Sanji was one second away from hoisting his crewmates over his shoulder and flinging them overboard one by one.
There was something incredibly unsexy about banging your head against a pair of Zoro's sweaty hand weights, but as Sanji pounded you to the ground, neither of you seemed to be able to muster the nerve to care.
'Sanji', you moaned almost lewdly, tugging his back and silently willing him down to cage your body against the coarse, sweaty mat. 'More. Please. More.'
His cheeks burned an almost violent carmine, but he refused to break contact; only for one sole second did his skin leave yours, when he couldn't contain the gut-wrenching want within himself anymore and dared to brush the plush top of his lip against the side of your nose.
'I- I want-'
You pressed your cheeks firmly against his, willing Sanji to believe every sweet word that you couldn't stop from gushing out of your mouth.
You stopped, panting for breath. 'Tell me sweetie - tell me what you want. Let me hear you say it.'
His body squeezed around yours, the so usually syrupy sweet cook clenching his fingers into the meat of your spine like a savage animal shaken loose from its wrought iron chains: like an unbottled tempest with nowhere left to rage except over the bearing flames.
'Please! Please - hngg, I can't, I can't. I need you. I can't hold myself back any longer.' His words sounded so painful it sent a jolt of worry through your heart.
And yet when he pressed his nose flatly against your own, so forcefully crushing his own skin against your own it nearly left you gasping for breath, there was still such a sweetness in it. Despite it all, despite how strenuously Sanji was trying to hold back that final band of constraint from snapping, his first and foremost priority would always be your wellbeing.
'I'm sorry- I'm sorry my chérie, but I need to feel you more than I need air.'
The gasping, open mouth kiss he gave you was only repeated: crashing down again and again against your own, tongue slashing with ravenous hunger over your bottom lip and clumsily leaving wet stripes of warm saliva against your cheek as Sanji devoured you. The meek, almost pitiful whimpers as he ducked his head into the curve of your shoulder blade as he grinded himself against you, effectively trapping you between the ground and the clench of his quivering thighs marked the interludes of his feast. His lips trembled as he sighed blissfully, holding the tide back as his free hand sweetly ran its knuckles up the side of your leg, stopping only when his thumb was pressed closely enough to your inseam that he could run miniature circles underneath the growing wetness of your pants.
At the sound of your shaking moan, his front teeth dug in so tightly to his bottom lip that he drew blood.
It scared you. You wanted him to do it again.
'Sanji, I said more.'
The claw of his hand as he swiped at your shirt, not caring that he almost sent a tower of Zoro's sweaty old shirts flying in his own desperation to tug yours off was his only reply. The almost achingly gentle restrain as he placed his right hand against your hip and tried to hold you in place: tried to warn you that if he started, he wasn't sure if all his pent-up yearning would allow him to stop. The sweat nearly dripped across his furrowed eyes, caking the wispy strands of his fringe against his bucking forehead as he willed himself to calm down. His eyes stung, but despite your desperate clawing up towards his shoulders, he forced his breathing to settle.
But by all the seas... as he peeked one eyelid open and saw the line of tantalising skin grow wider down your rising breast, all semblance of self-restraint fled from the near drooling cook's brain.
The feel of Sanji's lips dragging down your neck to nip at your pulse point was interrupted by the sound of a quiet c-r-a-c-k.
You peeked your head, too far gone to swim fully out of your daze. With your arms still wrapped firmly around the wide expanse of Sanji's contracting back, you jutted your chin into the constellation line of freckles by his left shoulder blade. 'Did you hear something?'
'Just the sound of this', he smiled, smoothing his hand off your hip and sliding it underneath your buttocks. He gave you a firm squeeze that left your mouth dropping open in a shocked pant as he lifted you further up against his abdomen and pressed your breasts firmly against his pecs: he was effectively cupping you up against him like a clingy, very drenched, koala bear.
This time though, the sound of something splintering was far too egregious to ignore.
The force of the door handle slamming into the wall of the Crow's Nest nearly made the whole ship shake in revulsion; the cool air against your skin was nearly too much to bear, but the raging heat that sparked out from the looming shadow enveloping the door was enough to make your whole body break out in goose bumps.
'Can you two stop making out around the ship for two seconds.'
Sanji growled, whipping his head round to sulk at the ship's swordsman.
'Can you mind your own business for even one, Marimo?'
The former bounty hunter ostentatiously held a finger up by slowly raising it into air, and it took you a second to realise he’s pointedly showing Sanji his middle finger.
'Zoro, did you- did you just break the lock?'
'What's your problem? I left my gym towel in here.'
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nyashykyunnie · 1 month
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˗ˏˋ Valentines Day Special Fic ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ
‼️[ My friend silly giving me this idea i had no other V-day special then they reminded me I'm actually a writer so O7 to u bestie ]‼️
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╰┈➤ ❝ [ And In Those Eyes I see Heaven; My Heaven] ¡! ❞
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jinwoo muses as he watches your face light up with a soft giggle.
Here he was, in front of you. Sporting a tuxedo that oh-so fits him perfectly that he looks straight of a dream with a bouquet of delicately arranged pink roses he plans to give to you.
Jinwoo had even went so far as to brush his hair neatly and maybe even wax it, making you laugh all the more uncontrollably as he tries to process what is going on exactly.
Silly.
It's so silly, really.
Back then, he was a shy boy who would stutter when he gives you your annual valentines day gift.
Jinwoo really couldn't spend too much money since he needed to save some for later expenses and academic stuff.
So instead he would resort into horribly handmade gifts
He started with the sloppiest and most crudely made paper boquets.
Jinwoo is ashamed of himself, but he couldn't take the gifts back since you would horde them to yourself for safekeeping.
His gifts would range to horribly made papercrafts, to seashells he found by the shore, to necklaces he put together by trinkets.
He would take you out to innocent dates, walking you on quiet parks of seoul. If the parks are too noisy, Jinwoo would go out of his way to search for possible date places.
Maybe it would be you two passing by supposed haunted buildings, maybe you two would be in the bookstore skimming around on the book covers and debating which book would look more fanciful to read than the other, other times he would take you to isolated cafes where only the two of you and the barista would be making noise in the soundless place.
No matter how funny and cute your valentines were, you knew, for sure— That whatever Jinwoo does is from the bottom of his heart.
He would think his efforts are stupid, but secretly that was why you loved him.
It's not because it was expected of a boyfriend, it was because he did something even if he knows he wouldn't do the best.
Jinwoo would always be trying for you, he would always be thoughtful of you, so much so that it makes your heart just cry from his sincerity.
How could someone just be so full of love? How could someone just give their hearts out like that? How is he so sincere?
Even if he were struggling with his odd jobs, even if he was silently crying behind closed doors from the stress living is causing him— Jinwoo always thought of you, he thought of how he could make you happy the next time you meet.
He thought of how he would hide his wounds and gashes from hunts just for you.
He always, always, thought of you.
But little did you knew, he had done some stuff for your attention.
He made those crude gifts because he wanted to see you make fun of him, he wanted to see you burst out laughing and gush about the little thing he made.
He took you to different places because he wanted you to see the more beautiful things of this world, he wanted to show you just how worth it living here is even if the world seems so dark and horrible.
He took you to those quiet little corners so he could hear your voice better without the background noise of anything else.
He often hides his injuries, yes, but sometimes he would purposely let those bandages get lose because he knew you would wrap it up for him. Whether you do it silently or you do it while scolding him, all he cared about, was how beautiful you are right at that moment.
Jinwoo loves you, more than you will ever know, more than any words could ever describe.
The swelling of his heart that never ends, the butterflies in his stomach that keeps fluttering around, and the galaxy he sees in your eyes— Oh how he loved you.
Even if he didn't say 'I love you' 3000' times a day, even if he couldn't give you everything back then— He loved you with all of him just as he does right if not more.
He loves subtly touching your fingers, he loves grazing his fingers on your lovely face, he loves staring at you in a complete daze, he loves running his hands through your soft hair.
Overall, he ust loved touching you and admiring you up close or from afar.
Because so long as you are in front of him, he doesn't really need to think about anything but just....
'Ah,... I love you so much'
Just how can he not spoil you no matter how much he embarasses himself?
And that same flimsy, wimpy and shy little boy, is now a man.
Dressed so handsomely in his suit, upright posture, a proud smile on his face.
This Man...
No
Your Man.
Your Sung Jinwoo
Your Jinwoo.
Not the Shadow Monarch, not the Tenth S-ranker of South Korea, not the World's Strongest hunter.
Just Jinwoo.
Your lovely, lovely, Jinwoo.
Even if he had grown so much, even if he had become so drastically different.
He is still Jinwoo.
The Jinwoo who made you crude paper flowers
The Jinwoo who dragged you into silly places
The Jinwoo who never stops at loving you.
...
"You know..." Jinwoo sighs, chuckling as he ruffles his hair to mess it up a little. "I think this version of me is better than a super formal gentleman, right?"
Yeah.
That's right.
A gentleman Jinwoo is always welcome.
But the Jinwoo who is just him is much... Much more lovable.
"Happy Valentines Day, Love."
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kalfui · 1 month
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been thinking about aroace alastor a lot, in the sense that ofc this is simply canon and i wouldnt even BE thinking about it beyond a simple "woohoo this is fun, let's think about how that might have affected him and his relationships both whilst alive and after his death and fic and art and the usual joy of character analysis" if it weren't for the fact that it seems to be a flipping fight to just. Have that canon be acknowledged, which is taking up so much energy that it's honestly hard for me to enjoy him as much as I wish, considering this rep is supposed to be For people like me
and I think that's so much of my frustration around all of this, which IS mitigated by just finding a few chill people to follow and focusing on that -- but even then most of my "suggested for you" for this show is alastor x [insert any random main character] shipping/sexual content -- is that this is an offering for people to learn something new and delve into experiences that they may not have thought much about and the ones who know what aroace means, and in particular within the realms of how this character is being written within this particular very-sex-heavy universe (so, not so different from real life), by and large decided to just go "nah." people aren't interested in aroace experiences, and it's weird from a "so you just don't like a large part of this character's canon traits then, do you like the actual character, or just the OC you've made up in your head that happens to look like them?" perspective, but mostly for me it's that a lot of the way people talk/write about this it's like aroaceness is something that needs to be Fixed Somehow, and thank Goodness there's a neat little loophole that we can utilise in the form of "well sooooome aroace people do want to have sex and be in a relationship"
so many of the things I can't help but see, block, move on from, and in the ao3 alastor tag (which, it's frankly wild to me that aroace alastor has to be a specific tag, because so much of it ISN'T that, and even then we have to sift) is either just the equivalent of going "lalalala if I don't think about the aroaceness it's not real" or the even more disturbing "now how do we fix this so that the ace character can still fuck somehow." it's really creepy, and very much how people talk about aspec people irl. it's just incredibly poor taste and shows that this community is still so invisible
people really ought to think more about why this is such an important hill for them to die on that they want to Fix aroaceness in one of the only genre-fiction characters to be canonically such, ON a show where every other character enthusiastically enjoys sex and most of them are in established relationships or various slowburns -- why is the character that is not interested the one that is shipped with every other character to such an extreme?
I feel like anyone writing an aroace alastor that mysteriously can be compelled into sex and a romantic relationship needs to give me a 3000 page essay on the history and philosophy of aspec identities with a special section on aroace representation in media
but ultimately it's just a "look. please be kinder. if you look in our sandbox we have barely any toys, why are you coming into this sandbox to take more of them and then rubbing our faces in it and THEN being rude to aspec people when we say it makes many of us uncomfortable to be sidelined like this?"
I keep thinking of that one screenshot that was going around tumblr of the person who wrote straight brokeback mountain fic that everyone was going WTF about. why is it alright to "headcanon" away canon aroaceness (and mock people who point out its canonicity), but it's largely agreed to be in poor taste to do so with other canonically established queer identities?
I get fandom's not activism, but it sure sometimes can be a yardstick for how much I'd trust people to respect me irl, when I cannot enjoy aroace escapism without being talked over/mocked/yelled at AND having aspec theories appropriated without any understanding of what they actually mean or how they apply -- this history and community is a part of my life, and it's like people are just traipsing mud through it with the lack of respect for it (as lucifer would say "you come into MY house bitch???")
(apologies this got long. you don't have to post if you don't want to, I get that it could be inflammatory and don't want to put that on you, I've just been needing to vent. I just feel like I'm going a bit crazy with how nigh-impossible it is to avoid this -- why am I the one who's having to make all that extra effort to enjoy a character written with my community in mind? don't y'all have enough toys???)
Don't apologize, I absolutely love reading how others feel about this situation, and I completely agree.
I think it's sad how people don't want to think about a characters aroaceness and how it affects them and instead just throw that part of them out of the window. I think it's even more interesting since Alastor canonically thinks that he's straight, but hasn't found the right one yet.
"Headcanoning" a canonically aroace character a different sexuality is so.. I don't even have a word it. Many people "headcanon" Alastor a different sexuality, but keep it canon when it's Angel Dust or Vaggie. Personally, I think it stems from aphobia. Just like you mentioned, people feel the need to "fix" aroace characters, like their sexuality is a messed up or broken part of them. It reminds me of when I used to hear teachers talk about how everyone will someday find love, and the ones who don't will have a huge gap in their heart and be empty. It's quite terrifying just how similar it is. The fact that he, as the only confirmed aroace character, is shipped the most, too, is quite saddening.
It's disturbing how they search and search for stuff to use as excuses when they ship aroace characters. "Aroace people can still date," "It's just headcanons," "Alastor is not canonically aro," and so on.
Ao3 scares me, especially with characters like Alastor. You don't even wanna know how many times I've seen people say, "I know Alastor is aroace, but we'll just ignore that" in fics. Most of the time, they even change his character completely, and he's so out of character.
It also kinda disgusts me with the stuff people say about Alastor, I can be scrolling on Tumblr and a post comes up saying how Alastor would fuck the living shit out of you and it's so fucking disturbing and graphic, I guess this is just how it is generally when people talk about fan favorite characters, but when it's an aroace character too, like.. no, he wouldn't do any of that.. It's so weird. This is what people care about, sexualizing. They don't even seem to care how much of a complex character he actually is, but only how he would be during sex, and it's quite disturbing that most of the time he is the victim to these type of comments.
And, with the amount of hate I've gotten from tiktokers in my comment replies saying how either Alastor isn't aro, how he's just fictional and it's not erasing any representation by shipping him, how aroace people can still date, how Viv allowed them to ship him, and even saying that it's okay to ship him because he's a stereotype and bad rep (???) and whatever else they have to say, I quite literally do not care. I'm not gonna be humiliated into silence, I'm not ashamed about the fact I'm trying to keep these crumbs of representation we have left. "Boohoo, you talk too much about Alastor being aroace," and I'll continue, I think that's a lovely and very interesting part about his character, especially from the time period is from, and the fact he's unaware too.
it's kinda sad how a lot of people don't even know that he's aro, I wouldn't either since all the fandom does with him is ship him. There are so many other relationships people could dive into, Husk and Angel Dust, Charlie and Vaggie, Vox and Valentino, and many more, but yet they go for the aroace character.. Also the fact that since the pilot the character he's mostly been shipped with is Angel, a character who makes a lot of sexual remarks towards Alastor which he very obviously feels repulsed and disgusted by, is kinda just.. where's the appeal when he's clearly disgusted? Is that part of it? I'm glad that there is a side of this fandom where people actually love him for his character and not just because he's attractive.
Other than that, I'm very glad the show itself knows how to show he can have meaningful friendships and platonic relationships with people, such as Rosie, and didn't make him an edgelord that hates everyone and doesn't have friends for some random reason.
Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with me, I enjoyed reading through it, and again, I completely agree. I just hope the fandom could realize he's a lovely character and that him being aroace is just a part of him like it is of us.
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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨) 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲…
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader, possible eddie munson x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a secret. that secret has been shared with only two people - your diary and your best friend, just not the one it’s about. but what happens when your secret isn’t so secret anymore?
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: wheeler!reader, angst, so much drama, special appearance: eddie, we do not like carol or tommy in this fic, possibly unrequited love (sorry y’all)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k (4343)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: requested by anon a few months back. the request originally asked for byers!reader but i saw nancy and thought they asked for wheeler!reader. i had written 3000 words exactly, and the thought of changing it gave me serious writer’s block. nevertheless, here it is. very plot heavy bc i wanted to show reader and steve’s relationship. enjoy!
p.s. check out my writing here and my other steve story: dancing’s not a crime here
Being a Wheeler is a heck of a job. 
As the second oldest of four children, you don’t know whether to consider yourself the middle child or the outcast. You’ll go with the latter. After all, much to your mother’s chagrin, those are the types of people you spend most of your time with.
The only exception is the one and only Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle the two of you even became friends. But all thanks to your chemistry teacher, who thought the two of you would be a perfect pair, or at least, she only paired you two together because Steve was goofing around, and you were adamant about working alone.
Either way, since then, you and Steve have become best buds. Such an unlikely pair turned heads and brought about glares and eye rolls. But, being who you are and given that your best friend is Eddie Munson, the looks and whispers don’t phase you.
Your life is going well. Your grades are improving - you only get the occasional B, which is great because now your mom is off your case. You’re closer to your little brother, which is a feat because he and his friends are rowdy. And you have two incredible best friends who annoy the crap out of you. Other than that, you have no issues.
Actually, you do have an issue. Your issue is currently climbing through your bedroom window.
You lazily watch as Steve clambers into your room. His movements are clumsy and all over the place. If your record player played a quieter track, he’d give himself away.
Once he rights himself, he gives you a wide grin, and you make a point to blink at him, a silent communication of ‘what the hell’?
Steve heads over to your vanity, one that has papers and books haphazardly scattered across it. He bends down to check out his hair, shaping it together as if the tons of Farrah Fawcett hairspray he uses isn’t damn near gluing the strands together.
“Hello to you too, Harrington. What a joy it is to see you tonight.” Your tone is about as dry as burnt toast, prompting Steve to look at your unamused expression through the mirror.
“You’re pissed…” The way he tests the words indicates that he isn’t sure why you’re looking at him the way you are. You huff, nodding in response.
“Why are you even here?”
“Uh…” Steve finally turns away from the mirror to properly look at you. While you seem pissed off, he’s known you long enough to know it’s something else. “What, can’t see my favorite girl?”
“No, Steve, you can’t because you’re always here for Nancy!”
His mouth falls open at your words, making you regret airing your grievances. That’s until he smiles all lopsided-like, and your heart betrays you by beating a little faster than it should.
“You jealous or something?”
Your eye twitches, and you sigh as you fall back on your bed. “You’re awful, you know?” You hear a laugh, and your heart pitter-patters again, betraying you. “And I’m not ‘jealous or something’.” You make your voice octaves deeper to mimic him. “I’m just annoyed.”
The bed dips when Steve joins you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You don’t look convinced, and he nudges you. “I’m serious. I might be dating your sister, but you’re still my favorite Wheeler.”
“Whatever. I still don’t believe you. But go before Nancy has a fit.”
“Fine, fine. Rush me, why don’t you?” He hovers by your door, listening to ensure the coast is clear. Before he heads out, he winks at you, giving one of his signature charming grins. “See you later, Wheeler.”
You can’t stop a grin of your own from emerging as you raise a hand as if you’re going to wave. Instead, you flip the bird, “Get out, Harrington.”
Once he leaves, you grab a pillow, burying your face inside to scream. Of all people, why do you have a crush on him? That’s a question answered when you pull out your diary, writing down the feelings you’ll never confess.
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Though Steve hadn’t said he’d spend more time with you, he did make an effort. He even went as far as joining you and your friends instead of his own for lunch.
You’re having a conversation with Steve when someone calls him over. Annoyance tugs at you, but before Steve goes, he makes a point to salute you. The simple gesture makes you smile like a schoolgirl, and Eddie quickly calls you out.
“This is sickening to watch.” The brunet pretends to vomit, covering his eyes like a distressed maiden.
Your smile quickly wipes away as you roll your eyes, tossing a grape at Eddie, who somehow manages to catch it in his mouth - the lucky bastard.
“Don’t get mad at me because you’re in love with-” Before he can finish his sentence, you slap your hands over his mouth, shushing. 
“-Be quiet!”
Eddie peels your hands off him, rolling his lips to prevent his laughter from escaping. “I wasn’t going to say you know who’s name. No need to attack me.”
“Yet, for some reason, I don’t believe you.”
Eddie starts chuckling at your tone, and you swat at him, laughter bubbling in your chest. “Stop laughing, you ass.”
From afar, Steve watches the two of you laugh. He’s trying to figure out why his chest feels tight when Carol waves her hand to get his attention.
He directs his gaze to the ginger, who smacks her gum loudly. “What is up with you and those Wheelers? First, you’re friends with one. And now, you’re dating one.”
Tommy chimes in, “Yeah, man. Still can’t believe your friends with that freak.”
Steve isn’t able to defend himself when Carol interrupts. “Tommy’s right, Steve. Nancy was already a stretch, but that freak-” She smacks her gum again, nodding her head over to you. “-she’s a basketcase.”
Now, Steve is used to his friends and their judgmental ways. And, though he has a long way to go, he can acknowledge that he’s changed from the ignorant guy who picked on anyone who wasn’t cool enough. Part of - no - a good majority of that change is thanks to one person - you. So, hearing his assholes of friends calling you a freak and making it seem like being around you is hell on Earth riles him up all the wrong ways.
“Shut the hell up.” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms. He looks over at you, and you’re gesticulating as you recount a story to your friends. Steve’s reminded of how amazing you are as they smile and laugh.
“You assholes don’t even know the first thing about her. She’s the best damn person I’ve ever met, and she’s leagues better than both of you without feeling the need to tear down everybody else that breathes.”
Steve turns back to Tommy and Carol, his harsh glare rivaling their shocked expressions. All Carol can do is slowly chew her gum, looking around as if waiting for someone to snap Steve back to his old self.
“You know what? I don’t have time for this. You can plan the goddamn party on your own.” With that, Steve walks away before he says something extreme and heads back to your table.
“I don’t know about you, Tommy,” Carol blows a bubble with her gum, “But I really don’t like her.”
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You’re by your locker, sifting through your notebooks and chatting with Eddie, when Steve joins you. Being as keen as you are, the odd look Steve gives Eddie doesn’t go unnoticed. You have half a mind to comment, but Steve speaks before you can.
“You’re coming to the party, right?” Steve asks as he leans against the lockers next to yours.
You roll your eyes in annoyance. There’s a party every day, it seems. You shut your locker before turning to Steve. “How about no?”
“Aw, c’mon, it’ll be a total drag without you there, you know?” Steve lays the charm on thick as he sports a heart-clenching grin. But you’ve learned not to act on those lovey-dovey feelings to protect your sanity.
“If it’ll be such a drag, how about you don’t go…?” Eddie offers, reminding you of how awesome a friend he is. He’s always there to pull you out of situations you don’t want to find yourself. And going to a party with Steve, and undoubtedly his horrendous friends, is not your cup of tea.
“Funny, Munson. Don’t think I was talking to your ass.” Steve’s counter catches you and Eddie off guard, and you throw a ‘what the hell’ look at Steve. You know that Steve is still Steve and has some unsatisfactory traits lingering. But him being unnecessarily rude to Eddie is something you’re not okay with.
“Okay, look…” Steve sighs, which has you raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response. “That was messed up, sorry, dude. I was going to ask if you both wanted to come.” 
Eddie brushes it off with a wave, “Don’t sweat it, man. I get it. But we’ll have to get back to you on this one. Y’know, parties aren’t really our scene.”
You agree with Eddie’s statement with a nod. Steve, however, has difficulty not rolling his eyes at Eddie’s use of we. What, did he not think you could answer on your own? And why the hell is he always getting in his way? But most important, why does it piss Steve off so much?
While Steve ponders, he misses the call of his friends. He only reacts when he sees Eddie stumble towards you. He whips his head around to see Tommy and Carol snickering.
“Watch where you’re going, you damn freak,” Tommy sneers, and some jerks in the back laugh along.
Your books fall out of your arms as you prevent Eddie from becoming too familiar with the ground. “You good, Eds?” He nods, allowing you to help him back on steady footing.
You glare at Tommy, who laughs like a fucking hyena. You’re about to rip him a new one when Steve steps in, much to your and everyone else’s surprise.
“Jesus, Tommy… You have to be such a dick all the time?” Steve pointedly asks as he bends down on one knee to pick up your fallen books. It’s a simple act - a fine gentleman courteous enough to help a distressed maiden. But, you don’t know, something about how Steve gathers your things, handing them to you with that oh-so-apologetic expression, makes that simple act not so simple. 
A singular strand of hair loses its hold and flutters down to frame his face, and, like an idiot, all you can form is, “Thanks…” You hear Eddie snort quietly beside you, and as you take your books from Steve’s outreached hands, you make sure to jab the brunet in the side with your elbow.
“Always with the fucking Wheelers…” Carol sighs, popping a bubble of her gum. Like birds migrating, their small group of goons disperses in pursuit of more havoc. You’re grateful for two reasons. 1. They’ll leave you and Eddie alone. 2. Most importantly, you’re sure it’s plain as day how flustered Steve’s actions made you.
You’re about to give Carol and Tommy a piece of your mind when the bell rings for a second time. You curse, haphazardly shoving your books into your backpack.
One more tardy, and Mrs. Nelson might make do on her promise to slap you and Eddie in Saturday detention. That was just something neither of you could afford. You grab Eddie’s hand, and in your haste, you miss the disgruntled look on Steve’s face.
You two run down the hall, and just as you reach the corner, you turn around and lift your hand to wave bye to Steve. “See you never, Harrington!”
The corner of his mouth upturns when your wave turns into flipping the bird. “Oh, and fuck you, Tommy and Carol!”
The two scoff behind Steve, who only smiles, shaking his head. “Gotta love those Wheelers.”
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It’s Friday night, also the day of the party. Now, you’ve made all reservations to stay at home in the comfort and safety of your room. You’re all set to do just that until Steve comes to pick up Nancy. Ever since your mom caught him sneaking through your bedroom window to see your sister, he’s made more effort to appear at the front door. For good reason - Karen Wheeler might be head of PTA and bakes cookies, but she’s one woman you don’t want to be on the wrong side of.
You’re rifling through the pantry when Holly runs to you. She tugs at your pants legs until you turn around to see her with a piece of paper. You eye it warily until she aggressively thrusts her hand out, pointing to the front door before running off.
The crumbled piece of paper reads: “PARTY? Yes or yes?”
You snicker, pocketing the note as you gather your snacks and head for the stairs. On your way, you spot Nancy gracefully gliding down and almost envy her because you always trip over a step. 
Nancy stops you before you can ascend. “Oh, are you staying home again?” The ‘again’ is an ongoing joke with your family since you’re affectionately dubbed a hermit.
“She’s not,” Steve answers as he joins the two of you, and your eye twitches a bit when he swings an arm around her shoulders. “She’s coming to the party.”
Your face furrows as you pretend to think. “Hmm, you know, I don’t think I ever agreed to that. By the way, Harrington, you didn’t give me an option for no way in hell.”
Steve groans, “C’monnn, it’ll be a blast.” You almost let the thought of him being cute as he pouts linger in your mind but instead push it away.
You yawn tiredly, tucking your snacks under one arm as you cover your mouth. Blinking slowly, you squint before sighing in acquiescence. “This isn’t a yes, but I’ll consider it.”
You can see that Steve is fighting the urge to persuade you more, and the way he settles for a cool nod makes you bite back a grin. You wave goodbye to him and Nancy as you trek back to your bedroom.
You’ve nearly reached the top when Steve calls your name from the open front door. You turn around to see a cheeky grin. “Don’t forget Munson’s invited, too. See you there.”
You find it hilarious how sure he is that you’ll show up. There is absolutely no chance in hell you would go to the party. No chance at all-
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The music from the party sends vibrations throughout Eddie’s van, and you’re suddenly regretting coming. You turn to Eddie with an unsure look and almost laugh at his mirrored expression.
“Twenty minutes tops.” Eddie frowns as a couple runs in front of the van, cackling as they head for a cluster of trees further back. It’s so obvious what they’re up to.
“Ten.” You can’t fathom spending more time here, and you haven’t even made it inside yet.
Eddie nods in agreement, moving to get out before he stops to turn to you. He pokes you with a finger to get your attention. “Hey, you feeling okay?”
You furrow your brows, sighing. “I don’t know. Something feels off…”
“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re here… at this party… which, can I just add, is totally not our scene?” Eddie suggests, making you frown slightly.
“I don’t know. Today has been a bit weird. I was looking for something earlier and couldn’t find it, and then I had to see Steve and Nancy being, well, a couple. And, get this, I stumbled down the stairs when you came to pick me up.” You sigh again. “Maybe this was a bad idea…” you mumble, looking out the window to see someone vomiting on the lawn. Your nose crinkles, and you quickly avert your gaze to Eddie before you get sick, too.
“Well, how about this?” Eddie grins, trying to prompt one of your own. “We show face, talk to that guy - the unnamed one you have a major hard-on for. Then we make our grand escape, and guess what?” You look at him amused and respond with a hum. “We head back to my place and spend the rest of the night watching awesome movies and listening to super cool music. Sound good?”
You hate that Eddie knows you so well. With an affectionate eye roll, you breathe in and out. “Sounds good. Let’s go, Munster.”
The party is in full swing inside. It seemed the outside partying was just a warmup for what you two would face. Some acquaintances greet you and Eddie, sending waves and raising their drinks. It’s almost comical because it makes you feel like you’re one of the “cool” kids.
Somehow, you and Eddie find yourselves in the thicket; the music’s bass rumbles through you, and you see far too much bumping and grinding for your liking. You look around for the only reason you attended this shit show and come up short. However, you see Carol, who has an annoyingly cocky grin as she passes you, whispering something to Tommy, who snickers. 
You’re about to comment on it to Eddie when someone calls your name. You look around until you see Steve heading towards you.
“Heyyy, you made it!” His enthusiasm brings about a simpering grin of your own. Steve pulls you in for a hug, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and you have to tell your heart to stop doing somersaults.
“Yeah, I did.” You smile up at him and almost laugh at his dopey expression. You’re not sure why he’s looking like that, but you attribute it to drinking. After all, is Steve Harrington really at a party if he doesn’t down an entire keg in seconds?
“You look really pretty, you know?” His words make you swallow harshly, knowing that his drunk words are kryptonite to your sober, hopeless, lovesick little heart. 
You can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you’re sure that if he continues staring at you with that look you can’t quite name in his eyes, you’ll be a walking heat advisory. You gently jab at his shoulder, dismissing him with a wave of your hands and a roll of your eyes. “Sure, sure. Let the alcohol talk.”
“It’s not the-” Steve doesn’t finish his sentence when Nancy joins your little party, nuzzling up to him. The sight makes your heart clench in a not-so-pleasant way, and you smile briefly to show good camaraderie, but deep down, you hate yourself for feeling this way.
Nancy greets Eddie, and you silently curse yourself for forgetting he was there. Knowing that he witnessed the entire interaction, you chuckle, sure he’ll find some way to tease you about it later.
You spend the next few minutes talking with Steve and Nancy, who soon enough become engrossed with each other. The whispers and drunken laughter they share make your eye twitch, which catches Eddie’s attention.
“You know, it’s getting pretty late, so I think we’re going to head out,” Eddie says, forcing a convincing yawn. 
“Nooo,” Steve groans, unwrapping his arm from Nancy to place his hand on your shoulder. “You can’t go just yet. Stay. Please.” His bottom lip juts out just a bit as he pouts, begging you to stay with those big brown eyes, and a tiny part of you screams just how kissable he looks.
Instead of succumbing to that deep-down desire, you smile, tilting your head to look at him. “Sorry, Harrington. It appears you’ve exceeded your time limit.” You pat his hand, squeezing it gently before removing it. You swear you can feel his fingers curl around your palm, but he steps back in defeat before you can discern.
“It was fun talking with you guys, though. Who knows, maybe we’ll come to another par-”
You begin stepping away from him when a screech makes you and everyone else stop in their place. You turn to the source to find Tommy and Carol - of course, it’s them - standing atop a table with a microphone. 
You have half a mind to leave, but for some reason, you feel compelled to stay.
“Hi, everyone! Hope you’re all having a fantastic time!” Carol starts, her words slurred and voice oh so annoying. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but she’s quick to quieten them with a hand in the air. “I have a little special announcement for one of our esteemed guests…” 
She pauses dramatically, a mischievous look on her face. You’re not the only one who notices. Eddie leans down to whisper, “I think we should go.” You agree, feeling uneasy, but just when you turn to go, you hear your name.
Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you, Steve and Nancy included. You stare at Carol warily, wondering where she’s going with this.
“You see, little miss weirdo over there has a big fat crush on her best friend. But Steve is too busy fucking little miss perfect to give her the time of day.” Muttering and snickers and gasps of surprise sound around you as your heartbeat quickens. Tommy pulls your diary from his jacket, flipping it open to an earmarked page.
“‘Dear diary… I can’t believe I have a crush on Steve Harrington! I hate him and his perfect hair and charming smile and-’” Tommy pauses his reading to smirk. “Here’s the best part.” He pitches his voice annoyingly high, “‘I think I might just be in love with him, but of course, he has to be dating my sister, of all people.’”
If the humiliation doesn’t break you, seeing Steve and Nancy’s expressions as you slowly turn to them does. Nancy looks betrayed, and there’s a hint of anger in her eyes. You don’t blame her; you felt the same when you discovered she was dating Steve. Speaking of which, he looks confused; his brows pinch together, and his mouth is agape. 
You open your mouth, but no words come out. What can you say? You don’t know. But you know that standing there while everyone looks at you isn’t helping you. Before you can register it, you’re running out of the house, pushing past everything in your way.
You don’t hear or see Steve marching right up to the table. “You’re real pricks, you know that?” He asks, snatching your diary from Tommy’s hands, sending him stumbling and falling off the table on his butt. Laughter erupts when Tommy falls. “Fucking assholes,” Steve sneers as he heads outside to look for you.
Eddie unlocks the van, and you’re about to hop in, ready to ditch this shit show, when someone grabs your wrist. You turn around to find Steve. He offers your diary to you. The thought of snatching it away crosses your mind before you remind yourself that although Steve begged to come along to the party, this whole shitshow wasn’t his fault.
So, instead, you gingerly take it from him, tucking it tight under your arm as if someone might come to steal it again. Then it’s tense - despite the cool night air sprinkling goosebumps along your exposed skin, the air feels unbearably thick, and you find yourself harshly swallowing the lump in your throat. 
Steve is the one to break the silence. 
“You never told me.” Those four words made you scoff bitterly, not at him but at the entire situation. 
“You never asked,” is your retort. 
Steve casts his gaze down to the ground, nodding solemnly. It’s another few seconds before he opens his mouth again. “I always thought it was Munson.” His confession shocks you. Is that why he’d always been so cross with Eddie?
“Well, now you know.” It’s unbearable standing here, trying to talk through this shitty situation. With a breath, you say, “I should go, Steve. No point in me hanging around.”
Steve falters, reaching an arm out to stop you from moving. “You can’t just walk away. We should talk-”
“Talk about what, Steve?” You pull your arm away from his grasp, fully turning to face him. “About how awful of a person I am. About how I fell in love with my best friend, and he chose my sister?” As you speak, frustrated tears fill your eyes, and Steve feels his heart break a little more. “Did you ever…” You breathe deeply, steeling yourself. “Did you… have you ever felt anything for me…?”
Steve’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, and had this been a different situation, you might have poked fun at him for looking like such a goofball. He finds it hard to meet your eyes, and though he never says a word, you already have your answer.
You scrunch your nose, blinking away the tears. You’ve already humiliated yourself enough tonight, and you won’t be adding crying to the list.
It’s then that you can hear music booming from inside the house - the rest of the partygoers continuing without a care, like some girl’s life didn’t just get flipped upside down and all around. You spot Nancy lingering near the entrance. She has this unreadable expression, but she’s not as angry as before. She looks sad, and that makes you feel even worse.
You tear your gaze away before looking at Steve, tears threatening to fall, and with a bittersweet smile, you say, “Tell Nancy I’m sorry for me, please. Goodbye, Steve.”
With those parting words, you quickly hop in Eddie’s van, and he knows to drive away without you even saying anything. You look out the rearview mirror to see Steve standing there, watching you leave.
Later that night, when you’re donning some of Eddie’s clothes, and he’s attempting to cheer you up, you pull out your diary one last time and write:
Dear (not so) secret diary,
Life is shit
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nahoney22 · 1 year
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Hi, thanks for sharing my @techtalksfics yesterday, I fangirled a little hard because I love your writing so much 🙈🤍
If you have the time to do The 'You look absolutely irresistible right now' prompt with Tech that would be so amazing
Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers
Tech X F!Reader
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SFW
Prompt:
“You look absolutely irresistible right now.”
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warnings: I went with fluff for this one because I thought the idea with this prompt was cute! So mainly fluff, hints of jealous Tech, reader has to be flirty for the mission, mutual pining, friends to lovers, reader is female and is wearing a gown. Not proofread.
Authors note: absolutely loved your fic! So hope you enjoy this one for you 💜 @adigressivedullard @techtalksfics (check out their work!)
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Your nerves were palpable, no denying that. This was a mission you had never embarked on solo, and Cid had requested an attractive female to complete it, leaving you as the default choice. The weight of the task at hand seemed to settle heavily on your shoulders.
As Wrecker handed you your heels, purchased just an hour ago, you grumbled, "I don't know about this." Despite his reassuring words, you couldn't shake the unease in your gut. You put on your long sleeved gloves, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on your dress as you stood, feeling awkward and out of place.
"Why does the target have to have a thing for fancy parties?" You muttered miserably, but Hunter quickly answered,
"Because he has a thing for attractive ladies, and that's your chance to get closer and swipe his data." He scanned you from head to toe, his expression pleased with your appearance. "You look nice," he said with a smile.
You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but the truth was, being complimented by the boys felt great. You couldn't help but feel a little bit special. "I look silly," you replied, trying to downplay the compliments.
"You're only saying that because you're not used to it," Hunter said, folding his arms across his chest. "Want to run over the plan again?"
The thought of going over the plan made your stomach churn, so you quickly declined, "Nah, I think if I think too much about it I'll be sick. I should be fine though." You clutched your bag tightly, which contained everything you needed - a small blaster, earpiece, and a data collector.
Crosshair and Echo joined you, showering you with compliments and reassurances, but it was Tech's words that you yearned to hear the most. When he finally approached, buried in his datapad and relaying the briefing, every word made your heart race, not just because you were nervous, but because Tech was talking to you.
"If you can get the target to head into his office, the data should be in a stronghold box under his desk. If you can't find it, comm us, and we'll try to guide you." Your doubts about the mission's success began to creep in, and you asked, "What if it doesn't work, and he doesn't give me a second glance?"
Tech finally looked up at you, and his pupils dilated, making him feel as though his heart had momentarily stopped. "You look absolutely irresistible right now," he said, almost absentmindedly. His words left you stunned and his brothers wide-eyed, and it took Tech 2.75 seconds to realize what he had said.
A rush of blood flooded his cheeks as he added, "W-which is what is needed to pull off this mission." The compliment, though accidental, sent your heart fluttering.
The ship grew silent really quick as yourself and Tech stared across at each other, the others eyes flickering between the pair. The awkward silence is then broken when Omega comes bounding.
“Are we ready- why’s everyone so quiet?”
Suddenly it was like life was sucked into the room again and you cleared your throat, looking away from Tech despite being very flustered still.
“Yep! Let’s get this over with.”
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The mission was a resounding triumph, but for Tech, every moment was a trial. With the rest of the Batch, he had successfully hacked into the security systems of the building you entered, granting them the ability to monitor your movements and eavesdrop on your conversations.
As expected, particularly by Tech, you smoothly infiltrated the target's office. As he observed from behind a monitor, his jaw tightened with tension.
The man was engaging in flirtatious, slimy banter with you, and it was only natural that you would reciprocate (for the sake of the mission). Jealousy gnawed at him, a feeling he never imagined he would experience for someone, but he detested every second of this mission. If there had been any other option, he would have proposed it, but instead, he was forced to witness the object of his affection for months being pursued while donning the most opulent and ostentatious attire. He always believed you were a vision of beauty, no matter what you wore. But when he saw you in that moment in that gown, he was nearly, for the first time, struck dumb.
He winced inwardly at the slip of his tongue from before, the compliment being an accidental in his part but not at all false. You were indeed bewitching, a fact that was becoming evident as you and the others now celebrated at Cid's, clinking glasses and toasting to a job well done.
You're seated at one of the dingy booths in Cid’s bar, leisurely clinking glasses with Bolo and Ketch, when you cast your gaze upward to find Tech glancing over his shoulder in your direction, sat alone at the bar. Your heart starts pounding like a war drum in your chest, and you can only imagine why he was sitting by himself and not with you guys
“Go talk to him,” Crosshair prods you from the side, his arms firmly folded across his chest, a toothpick tucked between his lips.
You purse your lips, torn. “What if he was only being polite, trying to put me at ease about the mission?”
Crosshair removes the toothpick from his lips and tosses it onto the already cluttered floor, a staple at Cid’s. “Or, you could take a chance that he likes you back,” he adds, his tone both stern and encouraging.
You hadn’t upfront told Crosshair your feelings for Tech, he just assumed as he caught you ‘dreamily gawping’ as he said, at Tech.
“I don't know,” you murmur, still uncertain.
“Just do it.” He grunts, rolling his eyes with his tone stern but you knew it was just to push you in the right direction.
For a splash of luck, you take a fortifying gulp from your drink and stand, your palms sweating so you wipe them on your pants which you changed into after the mission.
Tech sits lost in thought, swirling the contents of his drink and staring intently at his datapad, when he hears a shuffling beside him. He looks up, struggling to contain his surprise at seeing you there.
“Hi Tech.” You greet softly, smiling over at him.
“Hello.” His reply is rather strained, his head instantly whipping down to look at his device again, breathing a little ragged.
You strum your fingers against the bar and ever so gently nudge his shoulder with your own. “You not going to make me one of your famous drinks tonight?”
Little did people know, Tech was quite the mixologist on the quiet. You learned this when it was just you and him at Cid’s and you watched him making some kind of concoction of drink. After he slid it over to you and had a taste, you were hooked and thus made you like him just a tiny bit more since he always made you a drink, without even asking.
“What would you like?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you before standing and moving round the side of the bar, grabbing a cup ready.
You hum teasingly, tapping your fingers against your chin as if to show in deep thought. “How about my usual?”
He smiles lightly, rather pleased that you didn’t seem embarrassed or put off by what he said prior. Although, it lingered on both of your minds. “Coming right up.”
You watch him at work but smile sadly as you see him fumble a few times, clearly his headspace is elsewhere. “So, what crazy mission do you think Cid will have us do next?”
“Hopefully one that pays well enough for us to move somewhere else.” His tone was a little off.
“Do you not like it here?”
“Let me correct myself,” he says, popping a straw in your drink before sliding it over, “I do not like doing missions for Cid.”
You hum in somewhat agreement and take a sip of your drink, sighing in delight after a long day. “Even today's mission?”
He blinks at you, drying slightly damp hands on a small towel. “Especially today.”
“Oh.” You’re taken aback at his bluntness, instantly fearing that you did something wrong. “Because of me?”
He didn’t need to be Hunter to sense your uneasiness and instantly gave you an apologetic glance. “You performed well and got the mission done. However I would have rather had someone go with you in case things got complicated.”
“But it didn’t?”
He nods. “I acknowledge that but like I said, I wish someone would have been there with you when the target was almost putting his hands on you.”
He goes off on a little bit of a tangent and the realisation struck you. Or so, you hoped what you were thinking was right. “Tech, were you jealous?”
He stilled, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as you caught him off guard once again. “Admittedly, yes.”
You wet your lips, eager to delve deeper into his admission. “May I ask why?”
He scrutinised your face, noticing its softness, and couldn't help but observe as you moistened your lips delicately. Clearing his throat, he began, “I did some research on the concept of jealousy and discovered it stems from a fear or concern over losing what one possesses. I don't claim to possess you nor would I ever want you to think that, but I cannot deny that the thought of hearing and seeing you engage in flirtation with another man...it caused me pain.”
You’re completely shocked by his words but stay silent, letting him continue. “Initially I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the mission but I was not aware you could possess a power that makes me breathless just by the sight of you. Which is often. In conclusion, I can only imagine that the target felt the same as I did.”
Tech pushes up his goggles up his nose, eyes trained on you to gauge your reaction to what he was saying but you remain unreadable.
“And when I mentioned you being irresistible, I meant every word. You are irresistible, again and again.”
You spoke his name softly, feeling as though your insides were turning to liquid as you basked in his words. “Are you saying you have feelings for me?”
He stands a little taller, chest puffed out as he braces himself for whatever your reaction may be. "’Feelings’ is a weak term. I love you, to be more precise.”
Now you're rendered speechless. A grin spreads across your face as you melted inside at his words. “I...I love you too, Tech,” you whispered, not wanting anyone else to overhear this intimate moment between you two. “I just didn't think you felt the same.”
He cocked his head, trying to contain the explosion of emotions inside of him as you voiced his greatest desire - your love for him. “Did I not make my intentions clear?”
“No,” you shake your head with a laugh, “of course not.”
“Oh.” He responds, unsure what to do now at this moment in time after confessing his love for you. “I am unsure what the next approach is. I would ask you if you’d like a drink but that is something I already have taken care of.”
You think for a moment and after today, you felt like you were on a winning streak anyway. So, why not top it off?
“We could seal it with a kiss, if you’d like?”
You watch him as his eyes slowly get comically wider at your bold suggestion but not once was he going to refuse. “I would like that very much.” He replies, voice a little husky.
He leans forward a little, as did you, both leaning over the bar until your lips touch in a sweet and tender moment. Your heart skips a beat and you sigh softly against his firm yet soft lips as he lets the kiss linger for a moment before he pulls back, cheeks ablaze.
“Tech?”
“Hm?” He asks with hooded eyes, still reeling from the revelation.
“I think you’re pretty irresistible too.”
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adverbian · 6 days
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Confiteor: a new Good Omens fic
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Content notes: Angst with a Happy Ending, Guilt, Implied/Referenced Sex
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Rated Mature; 3000 words
Summary
Aziraphale goes on a guilt trip. Crowley brings him home again.
Thanks to beta readers @dbacklot99 and @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon ! And special thanks go to very very early-draft beta reader @cheeseplants , who read the very first version of this back in November 2023.
Excerpt under the cut
This place is full of ghosts.
Time is just another dimension, they say. We trail our pasts behind us, a series of still frames. Trapped in amber. Turned to stone.
Every lonely night you walked this floor. Every time you sat in this chair and wept alone. Every time you broke his heart. If you could look back over your shoulder, back along the arrow of time, you'd see them.
Since the night they’d won, the night they’d come home again, the night they’d fallen into each other’s arms for the first time — these last months had been so wonderful. Aziraphale had believed they could be happy, now that they were free.
He should have known. It had been too long. It had been too much. It was too late, after all. He’d done too much damage.
Crowley would always keep coming back. No matter how many times Aziraphale hurt him. And Aziraphale always had hurt him. He always would hurt him. It was what he was.
He knew what he had to do.
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saiyanprincessswanie · 7 months
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 163-164
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Welcome to Weeks 163 & 164
A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendation for fanfics. I have a lot to read now which makes me happy 💜 This list holds 65 fics. Hope you enjoy them all.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Click HERE for past reading lists.
For my Masterlist click HERE
Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Header by @fictional-affairs
If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.
I love you 3000 💜 Missy
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Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie
The Perfect Fit - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
All Of Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista
Don't Give Up on Me - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817
Andy Drabble - @sunshinebuckybarnes
Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Begin Again Part 1 - @anonymityisfunwriter
Monkey See, Monkey Do, Chp 14 - (Colin x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
Special Treatment - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
A New Beginning - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817
Dishes with Andy… - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Tease - (Destroyer Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
who you belong to - (Andy x Reader) - @/sunshinebuckybarnes
Thanks for the Invite - (Lloyd x Black! Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Alpha - (Lloyd x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic
Yearning For You - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel
Dead End - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings
Baby Girl - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
Begin Again - Part 2 - @anonymityisfunwriter
NEED A HAND? - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream
Something New - (Bucky x Black Fem Reader x Steve) - @princessphilly
Biker Bucky - @pellucid-constellations
Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Happy Birthday - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18
First Date - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18
Playing The Long Game - (Cole x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe
Let Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Fair Play - (Nick x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Stalked - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
It's All In The Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel
Kinktober Day 13 - (Bucky x Black! Reader) - @princessphilly
As You Wish - (Steve x Reader) - @/rookthorne
| 2:48 a.m. | - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers
Mornin' Captain! - (Steve x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin
Stucky in love - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Whatever Daddy Wants - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420
Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
His Inheritance - Part 22 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Just Right - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia
Real-Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 17 - @/wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Though I Have Never Read It - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim
Conditioner - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
A Crown of Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817
Only the two of us - (Bucky x Reader) - @barnesafterglow
Threadbare - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly
Forbidden Enticement - (Stucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne
Turn The Lights Down Low - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @slyyywriting
Potentiality - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
Never Have I Ever… - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes
Still Need You - (Bucky x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers
play with fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory
SWEETHEART - (Lee x Reader) - @likeahorribledream
Miss You - (Frank C. x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
Bucky Oneshot - @/pellucid-constellations
a stranger arrives - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey
Life of Pie - (Destroyer! Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
Breeding Kink Nick - (Nick x Black! Reader) - @/princessphilly
Sugary Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne
Bodyguard Brock - @/fluffyprettykitty
Unholy Errand - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter) - @buckets-and-trees
For All I Do - (Lee x Reader) - @/boxofbonesfic
By the Pound - (Andy x Black!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger
Their Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817
Their Doll - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817
The Shadow of Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog
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phoebepheebsphibs · 4 months
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Hide & Seek references compendium
I put so many little easter eggs and hidden things in my Hide and Seek fic, so here is my little ongoing list of references I purposefully put in the fic for those of you who like this kind of thing idk man
Chapter 1, Disney's Hercules: "Hey, Mack! Ya wanna buy a sundial?" Disney's Jungle Cruise: “Trader Sam’s! Come shop at Trader Sam’s! He’ll give you a great deal on shrunken heads! Two of his heads for one of yours!” the Holmes Hotel, Hugh's Pies is a reference to Nickelodeon's Jimmy Neutron series, Lilo's Stitches and Embroidery is a nod to Disney's Lilo and Stitch, "Crusty the Crab" is a nod to Spongebob Squarepants, Chell's Portal Stop is a reference to the game series Portal, and the final scene is from the ROTTMNT episode "Hidden City's Most Wanted".
Though this is not technically a reference or Easter egg, I wanted to add this note… I made a point of referring to Splinter as Lou Jitsu when he was mad or angry or selfish, and as Hamato Yoshi when he was scared or sad.
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Chapter 2, Leo's determination to have Raph call him "the world's greatest ninja" is a reference to the film, Leo's quote "Land safely!" is taken from the episode "Mystic Mayhem" as well as the episode "The Evil League of Mutants", Leo's complaining to be leader is a nod to his future role, Raph referring to his father as a "sewer monster" is a reference to the episode "Man vs. Sewer", Splinter has a flashback from the episode "Goyles, Goyles, Goyles" and the line "OW! Why, you little--!" is also taken from that same episode.
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Chapter 3, Mikey's dream is obviously a nod to all that he will do in the future.
Chapter 4, The origin of Lace Face from the episode "Man vs. Sewer".
Chapter 5, Phineas and Ferb "Escape from Phineas Tower": "That's some mole!" The line "Raph! Your enormous body is crushing me!!” is a reference to Disney's Lilo and Stitch, "sweater town" is a reference to the Gravity Falls episode "The Hand that Rocks the Mabel", the line "I didn't want to believe it, but... *sigh* science." is taken directly from the ROTTMNT film as well as a moment when Leo mentions that Donnie was wrong, Donnie uses two really's, a reference from the episode "Breaking Purple", Donnie gives Leo the comic seen in the episode "Jupiter Jim Ahoy!"
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Chapter 6, Splinter's tv flips through several channels which include clips from media. These include a Thomas Sanders vine with "Weatherman Al", the quote "My leg!" from Spongebob Squarepants, part of the Fairly Odd Parents' theme song, Mrs. Cuddles' catchphrase "Let's be friends forever!", "I've got bad feeling about this" is a quote from Star Wars, the fake show about "Goosey" is an easter egg to @gooeseyleo and her Gooseyleo series. When Leo goes onstage, he does "a few improvised dance moves", which is a nod to Ben Schwartz and some dance moves he did in the Netflix improv comedy special "Middleditch and Schwartz”. The Lou Jitsu play the boys perform is a parody of the Godzilla franchise and the Pacific Rim films. Donnie's line "I strive for accuracy" is a reference to @sleepis4theweak 's comic (which I think about every gosh darn day), Horsebot-3000 and Splinter's line "I liked Horsebot-3000" are references to the show Community, season 3 episode 7: "Studies in Modern Movement".
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Chapter 7, in the illustration Leo and Donnie are wearing Transformer and Decepticon t-shirts, respectively, and in the background you can see spray paint that spells out "Atomic Lass", as well as a drawing of the turtles' weapons.
Chapter 8, a young BEBOP AND ROCKSTEADY make an appearance, as does a very young Harvey Hokum from the ROTTMNT comics. When Bebop tries to sell Leo, he calls him “Shelly”, a reference to my pet turtle of the same name. In the illustration you can see a goldfish on the shelf, which is meant to be Piebald.
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Chapter 9, How It's Made, APRIL O'NEIIIIILLLL, Harvey Hokum, Warren Stone and Kendra are referenced, "Operation Blue Suede Shoes" contains the title of a song, a reference to how in the show there are several similar code-names used for the characters ("Purple Rain" for Donnie, "Yellow Submarine" for April, etc.) Leo says that Mikey has empathy amplified, a reference to the fanfiction of the same name written by @filsa-mek on AO3.
Chapter 10, the boys watch "Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit". Leo promises to never leave Raphael alone and to always find him. Raph offers several scenarios that actually happen in the future where Leo searches for Raph - sewer monsters (a reference to the episode Man Vs. Sewer), getting captured by bad guys (the episode Bug Busters), and aliens attacking (the events of the film). The chapter as a whole is also based off of a few sketches I made - one of which shows the boys watching the film with Splinter, and one where Raph has a bad dream and wakes up to seeing he hurt Leo, who offers to help and gets the bros together for a turtle pile.
Chapter 11, the episode is heavily inspired by an episode of the audio drama series Adventures in Odyssey, specifically the episode "Mandy's Debut". The line "Wow, the shortcake of death" is a reference taken from said same episode! During Leo's flashback, a reference to the meme "She knocked that smug look off my face, but fourtunately I had a smaller smug look underneath" when Leo takes off his sunglasses to reveal a cooler pair of sunglasses underneath. Leo and Raph make a note to the fact that Leo is not the eldest in this universe.
Chapter 12, Raph, Leo, and Mikey teach April a game they play in the episode "Late Fee". When using sign language, Donnie tells Leo to "Stop yelling at me", which is inspired by a moment in Spy Kids 4. April introduces Raph to Ghostbear's starting career. Mikey repeats a line from the episode "Bug Busters", which is "Remind me not to ask questions anymore." Mikey uses the phrase "hydrate or die-drate", which is taken from a meme but is also something I say constantly as well. When in the Hidden City, Splinter hears people calling out to customers, one uses the lyrics to the Fairly Odd Parents' theme song, another is selling Mary Poppins' umbrella, a third is selling the three mystery journals from Gravity Falls, the fourth is selling Cinderella's glass slippers, and the last one is selling the Stanley Parable bucket of reassurance. Ochimizu is a Japanese mythical elixir of eternal life. The introduction and origins of Loathsome Leonard and the Mud Dogs. Malicious Mickey uses the "creepy doctor" line from "Stuck on You".
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Chapter 13, Donnie delirium is directly based off of my own experiences with delirium, as well as his and Leo's conversation about whether or not Leo would miss him when he dies (which was an actual conversation I had with my mother when I was sick with croup as a little girl). The second half of that conversation was adapted from a scrapped fic called "The Kids Are All Dying". Donnie references the song "Big Yellow Taxi". The seven-tailed fox comes from Japanese folklore, but specifically this one was a reference to Naruto! Mikey sings the first line of the "Wonderfilled" song by Owl City. The secret ingredient being a discontinued soda was inspired by the ending of the musical "Be More Chill". The toad yokai becomes Heinous Green.
Short story, in the illustration you can see several signatures and sketches on Leo's cast, such as Raph signing "Mad Dawgs" and Mikey drawing his stickers. On the wall behind Leo is an eye exam that has the words "RISE" and "PHOEBE" on it. There's also a computer monitor in the back with Leo's vitals on it, as well as a notification about the trackers, and a list of all Hamatos Donnie tagged.
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I will update more when I post new chapters... ;)
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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months
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That's My Girl | New Years Eve Special 🎆
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Pairing -> Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader
Word count -> 4.6K
Summary -> You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.
Rating -> Explicit (E)
Warning(s) -> Established relationship (Husband/Wife), use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Baby Boy, Munchkin(s), Pretty Girl, Little One), references to breastfeeding
Angst -> References to the passing of a loved one
Smut -> Somnophilia (consensual), breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)
A/n -> I want to thank everyone for all the love and support I have gotten over the past year, but I specifically want to take the time to thank the best friend I could ever wish for, @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, thank you for everything you have done for me since I have had the honor to meet you, and I can't wait to see what 2024 will have in store for us! Eu te amo 3000 🩵
A/n 2.0 -> As of right now, I want to announce that my requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵
A/n 3.0 -> @little-angel-oc Here is the second part of the Tony fic, so this way you can’t miss it! I hope you will enjoy it 🩵
Events Masterlist -> @anyfandomkinkbingo -> Somnophilia Masterlist -> @sweetspicybingo -> New Years Kiss Masterlist -> @marvel-smash-bingo -> Hickeys Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> Whispered sweet nothings
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Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 1
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The last few days have been amazing, as you've spent much time with the entire family. From your Mom and her boyfriend, Jackson, flying in to spend time with you to having Tony and your kids by your side, this has been the happiest holiday season you've celebrated in a long time.
Your past year has been one with many ups and downs, but right now, you're ending it on a high note, as you're woken up by Tony as he's buried between your thighs, lapping up your juices dripping from your pussy.
Tony's tongue occasionally dips into your entrance before finding its way back up to your clit, giving it some special attention as two of his long, thick fingers drop to where your tongue just was, pulling you from your sleepy state entirely. Your hands fly into his hair as he keeps expertly sucking and licking your clit, finding the spot inside you effortlessly to have you fall apart around him.
"Fuck!" you exclaim a little too loud, but that's none of your concern right now because Tony's trying his hardest to have you falling over the edge he's been working you up to. The moment you pull Tony's hair and your back arches to push your pussy even closer to his mouth, he lets out a groan, and that's all you need to cum for him with a scream of his name.
He licks up every last drop of your arousal, working you through your orgasm until you're oversensitive and pulling his head away. Waking each other up like this is something you'll never get enough of, and you'll return the favor in the new year.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Tony says with a deep, gravelly morning voice that has your insides turning to mush at the sound. You'll never get enough of your man during the day, but it's an entirely different story in the mornings, as he always manages to turn you on with that voice.
"Mornin', My Love," you say as you wrap your arms around your husband's neck to pull him in for a soft, loving kiss. His lips are soft, but the taste of yourself is still lingering on them, and you can't help the quiet moan escaping as you taste it.
When he pulls away, you're both sporting big smiles as you look into each other's eyes. Over the past year, you've been through hell and back together, but the fact that you've gone through it with Tony by your side makes every second worth it. With each passing day, you've fallen more and more in love with the man you married, and you can't help but feel like the butterflies in your stomach are going wild as he places one last kiss on your cheek before getting up and into the shower, getting ready for another day at his parents' house.
While Tony is in the shower, you've decided to wear a comfy outfit to be decent and ready to find your youngest son, Paxton. There's a very comfortable armchair in the corner of his room at Howard and Maria's house, and after picking up a book to read there, you head over to find him already awake and excited to see you.
"Look at you being so happy to see Mommy! Did you sleep well, Little One?" you ask him as you reach into his crib, and he's happily flailing his little arms and fists around in excitement, cooing at you as well. A healthy, red flush on his chubby cheeks makes him look even more adorable, and you kiss both of them before you put him on your hip and walk to the big armchair.
You let yourself fall into the chair before getting comfortable and lifting your shirt so Paxton can be breastfed without a single problem. He's a hungry boy this morning, so he's spending nearly 45 minutes nursing, and when he just got done with one side, Tony walks in as he's towel drying his hair.
He's wearing a pair of black sweatpants that are hung low on his hips, the V leading into his pants showing prominently. When your eyes trail over his chesthair and abdomen, you can't help but let them rest on the bulge inside his pants, and you smirk a little at the thought of what you want to do with it.
As he finishes drying off his hair, you pull your eyes away before letting them glide over his broad, muscular shoulders and thick biceps before landing on his lips, the ones he pleasured you with not too long ago. The ones telling you how much he loves you, and the ones you want to look at forever. What you don't notice, however, are the words coming out of them as you're enjoying them for a few seconds too long.
"Sunshine? Is everything okay?" Tony asks as he walks over to you and crouches in front of the chair, his brows furrowed as he looks up at you with a concerned expression.
"Sorry, everything's okay. What did you say?" you ask, smiling reassuringly.
"I asked how my beautiful wife and son are doing," he tells you as he rubs his thumb over Paxton's head while he looks at you. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you tell him everything's perfect, and after one last kiss for the both of you, he heads back to the bedroom.
On his way there, he's stopped by Jackson, who has something important to discuss.
"Can we talk in private for a minute? I don't want anyone to overhear what's going on," he whispers to Tony, and the two of them head to his old bedroom before closing the door. Tony sits at the foot of his bed while Jackson paces the room, unsure where to start.
"Is everything okay? Did something happen between you and Virginia?" Tony asks in a concerned tone.
"Everything's going well, better than well, even! That's what I want to talk to you about. I'm planning to ask Virginia to marry me tonight, right before midnight," he tells your husband with a huge smile, and Tony recognizes that look. He wore the same when planning his proposal, and he couldn't be happier for both Jackson and your Mom.
"Really?! Oh my god, that's amazing!" he says before getting up and pulling him in for a big hug, clapping him on the back a few times as he congratulates him, and that's when he pulls the engagement ring out of his pocket to show Tony.
"I've been hunting for a special one because it's what she deserves. She's the most beautiful, loving, and caring person I've ever met, and I can't wait to call her my wife," Jackson says as he gets tears in his eyes. He wipes them away quickly before letting out a watery smile at the memories.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be crying," Jackson says as he sniffs a couple of times, but Tony won't have any of it.
"What's on your mind? I'm more than happy to listen if you're comfortable with it," Tony says in a soothing voice before sitting down on the bed again, and Jackson finds his place next to him on the bed.
"It's just... I'm very excited to ask Virginia to marry me, but she reminds me of my first wife. Her name was Lily, but she fell ill after we were married for about seventeen years, and not too long after, she passed away as a consequence of her illness. There was nothing the doctors could do, so we decided to make the most out of the rest of her life. Before she passed, she told me it was okay to move on, and I never wanted to until I met Virginia."
The tears that gathered in Tony's waterline are falling as he listens to Jackson talk about her, and he can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose you.
"She's very similar to Lily in many ways, yet she's not the same in the best way possible. I truly believe Lily must be watching over me, and she has sent Virginia on my path to let me know she's okay and that it's okay to fall in love with someone else. I always tell people that while Lily was my first love, Virginia is my soulmate, and we are destined to be together," he finishes his story, and Tony can't help but let the tears flow freely.
Without saying a word, Tony pulls Jackson in for a hug. The two men stay like this for a few minutes, not sharing a single word but just being in each other's presence.
"She'll be the luckiest woman in the universe tonight, that's for sure," Tony tells him, and Jackson puts the ring away before picking himself back together. After one more thank you, Jackson leaves the room, and not long after, you walk into the bedroom with little Paxton on your hip, ready to change him and get dressed.
He looks at you, and you can tell he's been crying as you approach him. When you find your place next to him on the bed, he takes little Paxton from your arms and holds him for a much-needed cuddle. You let your head rest on his shoulder, your hand lying on his thigh to let him know you're there for him.
"I love you, Sunshine; I'm glad to have found my soulmate so early in my life," he whispers, and you nod softly in agreement. You're glad to have found yours, too, and to have started a family with him. There's nothing in this world you love more than Tony and your children, and you'd do anything to protect them, no matter the situation.
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During the afternoon, your twins, Hudson and Orion, have been busy playing outside in the thick layer of snow together with Howard, Jackson, and Tony as they've been building snowmen while you, Virginia, and Maria worked to prepare the dinner for tonight. Paxton was napping in his room, and before you could even think about what was happening, you felt a pair of cold hands slide under your hoodie, making you shriek loudly.
"What the hell is wrong with-" but before you can finish your sentence, your mouth shuts quickly when you realize who it is. Your son, Hudson, was playing a prank after he planned it with Tony, but now you feel bad after seeing his little pout and the tears on his cheeks.
"Oh my goodness, Baby Boy, Mommy is so sorry she yelled at you like that. You startled me, but I didn't mean to make you sad," you say as you sit on your knees, and Hudson immediately walks over to you for a much-needed hug.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," he says with a small voice, and you pull him close as you rub his back, apologizing profusely until he's calmed down. You can feel the tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as you hold him close, his arms wrapped around your neck as he hugs you back.
"No need to say sorry, Baby Boy, you didn't do anything wrong. Mommy should be the one saying sorry for getting angry, and I will. I'm sorry for reacting as I did, but can you promise not to scare me again like that?" you ask him, and when he nods in response, you give him a big kiss.
"I love you, Mommy," he says, and your heart melts.
"I love you too, little Munchkin. Shall we make some hot chocolate for everyone? I think you all deserve some after playing in the snow the entire time," you ask, and he wiggles from your grasp excitedly before running to the pantry and getting all the supplies he needs to make it.
While Hudson goes to grab everything, you get the mugs and everything ready, but you still can't shake the feeling of what happened earlier, and when Tony walks back in, he instantly senses something's wrong. You're not sure how, but this man has a sixth sense of your well-being.
"What's on your mind, Pretty Girl?" Tony asks as he stands in front of you, lifting your chin by putting his index finger underneath so you can look into his dark brown eyes.
"I got scared by Hudson, and I reacted poorly by yelling. I didn't know what was going on, and I'd already told him I was sorry before hugging it out, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm a bad parent for yelling," you tell him in a soft, almost inaudible voice from shame. A bright red flush is covering your cheeks at your admission.
He looks at you with furrowed brows as he thinks about what happened and then realizes this might all be his doing. He's the one who told Hudson to do it, after all. He didn't think about the consequences of his actions, though.
''You're not a bad parent whatsoever, Sunshine. You didn't know what would happen, and I believe Hudson has already forgiven you based on the way he's staring at us right now,'' Tony chuckles as you both turn your heads towards your oldest son, who's bouncing on his feet impatiently as he's waiting for you.
''Come on, Mommy! Let's make hot cocoa for everyone,'' he tells you, and with a chuckle, you let go of your husband, instead grabbing Hudson's hand to go and make the promised hot chocolate.
While you and Hudson take your time to do that, Tony hears Paxton stirring again, and he shoots one more look outside, but Orion, Howard, and Jackson are still eagerly working on their snowman. A smile forms on his lips as he looks at them, and he's fortunate to have such a big family, just like he always dreamt of.
As he walks up to Paxton's room, he can't stop thinking about what it would be like if you were pregnant again. There's something about you with a round belly and a healthy pregnancy glow he will never get enough of; these thoughts are amplified when he sees your youngest son all happy after his nap. He wouldn't mind to have another little one just like him.
''Hi, Little One, did you have a good nap?'' Tony asks as he lifts him out of his crib, and Paxton babbles away as Tony goes to change him from his pajamas into a clean diaper and a dinosaur outfit, making him look adorable. When he even lets out a little yawn, Tony is completely done for, and the baby fever has kicked in full force for him.
Tony brings Paxton down before instructing Maria to give him a bottle, and he whisks you away before you can even think about what's going on. When the door to his bedroom closes, he's all over you with wandering hands and lingering kisses.
''M so hard for you, Sunshine, can't wait to fuck another baby into you. All round and glowing got so fucking hard just of the thought alone,'' he practically growls between sucking and biting your neck, leaving a trail of dark purple bruises there. Your fingers laced in his dark brown locks, pulling him impossibly closer as you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties.
''Please, fuck another baby into me,'' you beg him softly as he sucks one last bruise on your jaw, ensuring everyone can see exactly what you two have been doing. He shows everyone you're his and wants everyone to see how crazy you drive him.
Before you know it, you're lying on the bed, entirely bare for him, as his hands roam over every inch of your skin, both inked and blank. He's completely naked, too, his cock standing at attention the entire time, but that's not his main focus right now. All he wants now is you and to have you fall apart on his tongue and fingers before even thinking of getting off himself.
''You look so beautiful for me, Sunshine, lying here like this,'' he purrs at you, and you can't help but grip the sheets in anticipation as he's inching closer to your core, right where you need him most. His lips ghost over your flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your eyes shut as you're letting the pleasure overtake you right now.
He finally settles between your thighs, pushing them open to let his broad frame lay between them before he blows warm air over your dripping folds, making you shudder and arch your back reflexively. A wicked grin appears on his lips before his long fingers spread your folds, and he admires the way you glisten as he feels himself throbbing.
Biting his lip as he looks at you, he can't resist any longer, and he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, licking up every last drop that you're willing to give. The moan leaving your lips is near pornographic, and it only serves to make Tony even harder as he pays attention to your little bundle of nerves, pushing you over the edge with another loud moan.
''Oh, fuck!" your hands pulled on his hair as he worked you through your orgasm, Tony rutting his hips into the mattress to give himself the slightest bit of relief without doing too much and risking him cumming before he even started.
''You're going to be the death of me, Sunshine,'' he whispers between kisses up your belly, littering your breasts with them, too, before grabbing you and turning you both over so you're on top of him. You're straddling him as you lean over, capturing his soft, plump pink lips with your own, your tongue sliding past his lower lip before sliding in and letting the kiss take its natural course.
His hands roam over your warm back as you melt into his touch, a smile tugging at your lips before you pull away and look into his deep brown eyes. His hand slides over your neck and down to your throat before carefully pushing your head up with his fingers so he can examine the little lovebites he left there that have turned dark purple already.
''So fucking beautiful, and all mine,'' he growls before adding one more to the collection on your neck. Tony's cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind slowly over it, the stimulation pulling soft moans from you. You look down at your husband with half-lidded eyes and your mouth slightly open as the moans spill over.
''I need to feel you, Sunshine, I need to fill you and fuck another baby into you. Stuffing you full of my cum until it drips out and you're round with my baby again,'' Tony whispers against your neck as he lines up with your entrance before you can slide down.
His girth always makes it a stretch, but you wouldn't change it for the world as you will happily stretch around him every time. As soon as he bottoms out, he places his hands on your hips with a loose grip. Your hands are placed on his firm chest as you start riding him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein inside you as he hits your G-spot.
Each time he hits that spot inside you, a soft moan escapes, and your pussy clenches around him before you cum, making him groan and pull you into his chest.
''Hold on tight, Sunshine, because you're going to get the ride of your fucking life,'' he groans in your ear before planting his feet firmly on the mattress and fucking into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room and bouncing off the walls. Combined moans and groans fill in the rest of the space, and before you know it, you're squirting all over his legs and bed while screaming his name.
Tony could hold off his orgasm just long enough, and as you're coming down from your own high, his pace becomes unsteady, and he shoots long ropes of his cum inside of you as he rides out his high as well. You're both panting heavily as he pulls you as close as possible while whispering how good you've been for him.
''You did so well for me, Sunshine, 'm so lucky to have you as my wife. Wouldn't want to be here with anyone else but you,'' he tells you, and you feel a flush on your cheeks as he tells you this. You feel like the luckiest girl on earth and are happy to have him by your side.
''I love you so much, My Love; thank you for being my husband,'' you say before you can feel your eyelids get heavy, and Tony pulls the comforter over both of you; worrying about the cleanup is something for later.
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While you and Tony were busy in his bedroom, Virginia and Maria finished off the preparation of the dinner while Howard and Jackson took care of the twins and Paxton. Now it's time for dinner, and after you both shower to get cleaned up, you head downstairs and into a conversation you wish would have never happened.
''Well, it sounded like you two lovebirds had quite a lot of fun!'' Jackson starts as he looks at Tony, who wears a proud look on his face. You walk in after your husband, and when Jackson sees your neck, he audibly gasps.
''Wow, you have a LOT of hickeys on your neck; you two had lots of fun indeed-'' he says, but before he can finish that sentence, Virginia pulls him to the side with a deadly glare, explaining that everyone lets you two enjoy your own thing. They don't comment on it afterward.
Meanwhile, you feel that you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole as you hide behind Tony, who's reassuringly holding your hand. He squeezes softly to let you know it's okay, but you're too ashamed to come out of your hiding spot, so instead, he turns around.
''Are you okay, Pretty Girl?'' Tony asks, and you shake your head in response, not trusting your voice now. He pulls you against his chest as you bury your face in the fabric of his hoodie, inhaling his scent to calm you down effectively.
It isn't mentioned during dinner anymore, and it is like nothing has happened. You're feeding Paxton some of the vegetables on the table and some mashed potatoes while you're enjoying your dinner, and the conversation flows freely.
When dinner is over, all the men clean up because the women cook, so you're sitting on the couch with Paxton in your arms as he wants to be held by you, and Hudson and Orion are focused on the TV as they're watching a movie. You, Maria, and Virginia, are deep into conversation until the men are done and join you all on the couch.
''Got room for one more over here?'' Tony asks, and you scoot forward, making room for him behind you before leaning into his arms and melting into his hold. The evening continued, and the twins and Paxton eventually napped to wake up before midnight and celebrate the new year with everyone.
Around 23:30, Jackson suddenly gets up and fumbles with the little box in his pocket. He was going to wait until after midnight, but he can't wait any longer, so he will pop the question right here and right now. He walks over to Virginia and asks her to stand up, which she does, albeit with a questioning look on her face.
''Virginia, I knew we were destined to be together from the first moment I met you. I couldn't wait to hear your laugh or see how your eyes crinkle when you smile. Your voice is like one of an angel, and your patience is something I admire. I am proud that you raised your beautiful daughter into an amazing, strong woman with an equally beautiful family. But most of all, I am delighted to call you my girlfriend. However, I want to change that tonight.''
Jackson sinks on one knee, and you can't help but let a big sob escape at the sight before you. Tony rubs your belly in an attempt to calm you down as he looks over your shoulder at what is happening.
''Virginia Huxley, will you make me the happiest man and do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' he asks, and when she says yes, you all applaud as he slips the ring on her finger before kissing her, and the tears are flowing freely down your face while you watch the scene in front of you unfold.
As soon as he pulls away, your Mom wiggles out of his grasp, and you do the same with Tony because right now, you need to hold your Mom and tell her how happy you are for her.
''I can't believe it, I'm so happy for you! You deserve it, Mom,'' you tell her as you hug her tightly, holding her and letting out the tears of excitement. When she pulls away to show you the ring, you let out a small gasp as you take a look at it. It reflects the light in the room perfectly, making it look gleaming.
Once everyone has seen the ring, both Jackson and Virginia cannot let go of one another, and you can't help but smile each time they kiss because you know what it felt like when Tony proposed to you. You have officially both found your soulmates now, and even though life has ways to get you there, you're thrilled you have.
A comfortable silence has fallen over the room when Maria suddenly disturbs it, letting everyone know it is almost time to ring in the new year together, and she gets a drink ready for everyone while you and Tony go and get your three children as well.
A few minutes later, everyone was ready for the countdown, which was very close. In unison, everyone counts down from ten to one, and as soon as the clock strikes midnight, everyone cheers loudly.
''Happy New Year, everyone!'' Maria exclaims happily, and Tony pulls you in for your first kiss of the year, which takes your breath away each year. From your first one, where it was just the two of you, to now, all of them have a special place in your heart, and you will never forget them.
His hands are placed on your cheeks as his eyes flick from your eyes down to your lips and back before leaning in, and they slot together perfectly with yours as he lays every promise of loving you into this one kiss. His tongue glides past your lower lip, and you happily open up for him as he takes the lead in the kiss, leaving you breathless once again.
''I love you, Sunshine, and happy new year,'' he says before giving one last peck on your lips. He then bends down to kiss each of his children, after which you do the same. Then, it's time to watch the fireworks. You're all standing before the big window as you look at the fireworks shooting into the sky.
Hudson and Orion each by one of your sides, Paxton in your arms and Tony behind you, his hands resting on your hips. This year promises to be great, and you're excited to see what it'll bring this time.
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hyewka · 3 months
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THE 3K HYEWKA SPECIAL — ★
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INTRO. soooo..the blog hit 3000 followers a day ago which is like, still incredibly wild to me because as someone who was just an avid reader on tumblr i felt like the things i wanted to write, so few would enjoy and actually consume. and for the ten months ive experienced being a creator on tumblr, that seems to be such a popular mindset of people who want to write but haven’t written, the fear of putting in some effort and not have it returned back with love.
then i decided with all things considered, i would center this event around things you don’t usually see on the smut side of moablr (yes…yes i couldn’t come up with a better name than kink buffet). big age gaps, stepcest, tentacle, love making (vanilla but we don’t see it enough do we?), professor x student, hybrid, name anything and i’ll write it—hell, i’ll even write golden showers lol
it doesn’t have to be the filthiest fantasy you’ve had, thats not the point—just anything you’ve been really wanting, as a present from me to you <3
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here’s a random kink prompt list you could use for reference, you don’t have to use it but its just there if you need words you can’t find
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RULES/REMINDERS. (read this before requesting!!!!)
1. what i end up writing might not end up being what you wanted, in which case i hope you don’t send a second ask almost like you’re prompting me for a re-do. these aren’t commissions, i’m gonna always add an element that makes it enjoyable for me to write.
2. if you request, and i answer, please please please please reblog with some sort of feedback. you dont have to say its your ask, but please give some feedback. make a new blog if you really cant reblog smut on your main account or even just send an ask saying you enjoyed it or liked it if you do 🥲
3. i would appreciate if requests aren’t too long and limited to just a few sentences but if you really feel like dumping more, then go on 😭
4. anything i write because of this event might not be written for ever again—like i’m allowing daddy kinks/sugar daddy au’s but i’m not going to accept requests for that beyond this event.
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OTHER THINGS.
the main event is the drabbles and fics, but there’s more to it too!
# kink buffet: q&a
questions about starting out on tumblr, writing tips, release dates, or personal life
# kink buffet: porn links
self explanatory. send porn links and the member you’re thinking of!
# kink buffet: fic rec
if you have any recommendations and want to rave about it to someone; me! im the person!!!!
# kink buffet: rant
had the worst sex of your life? first time didn’t go well? or just general rants of day to day life—i’ll listen and give advice if asked 😭
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THE END.
asks for this event regarding the drabbles will be closed by new years, i’ll extend it only if i feel like i can manage more.
masterlist for the event.
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copias-juicebox · 8 months
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It's a Sin Chapter 1
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Part 4
So this is my small story. I have no idea what i want to do with it but some of you kindly showed some interest in reading this. Special thanks to @thatoddgirl1035 and @unrealistici. So please leave me some comments how you liked it or what i could improve. Feel free to contact me to talk about the plot as well since i have no idea where i wanna go exactly. INSPIRE ME PLEASE. lol
So the Main Idea behind this fic is that reader is the child of the local priest of a christian church. And reader has been raised the old catholic cristian way of course with all it's flaws.
This part is sort of just to set the scene and stage. Reader is still a child here and meets a young copia who at this point is still a Bishop. He is of course quite a bit older here than her so expect an age gap for later chapters as well. Reader will be in their mid 20ies in the fic and copia will be in his 50ies.
Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 3000 something Genre: romance, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings:runaway girl on the loose, explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla)
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It was a summer night. What started as a beautiful summer day ended up in a cold and wet storm. The heavy rain and thunder that haunted the small town you called your home was rumbling loud and you just ran. You ran as fast and far as you could. Your town was surrounded by mountains and woods. It was a rather small town, one where you rarely ever saw strange faces around the place. You kept running, barefoot in your nightdress. There was no destination you were going and you just let your feet carry you to wherever they liked.
You felt lost. Utterly lost. At this point you could no longer tell if your face was wet because of the rain or your own salty tears. Everything was a blurry mess. You lost every orientation you had. You felt numb, and deaf running, just running until you could no longer. Not even feeling your feet that must have been aching by now. You just did not feel a thing anymore.
It could have been minutes or hours since you‘ve ran from your parents house. You lost every sense of time by now. Only when your lungs burned did you stop. You stood in the middle of the woods by now. Every feeling of guilt, shame and sadness came like a tidal wave, crashing down on you at once. The feelings you tried to suppress for so long now were overwhelming you and all you wanted was to be swallowed by the wet ground you now broke down on. Your silent sobs became louder but there was no one to hear you. Not with the heavy thunderstorm washing down every vibration from the air surrounding you. You curled up on the ground, hugging yourself as you cried out.
From between the branches of the thick treeline a dark figure stared in your direction and found your crumpled form laying on the ground.
„Hello there little one. Are you okay? Are you hurt?“ a soft, deep voice startled you out of your daze. „Oh I am sorry darling, I did not mean to scare you.“ the voice chuckled. You turned around and came to see a man with a strange face kneeling beside you. Your eyes widened and you rubbed your eyes since his face was all blurry.
He had dark circles around his eyes, hair on the sides of his face and a mustache above his lips. It should have scared you but he had a calming aura that put you at ease and you just stared at him with your bloodshot eyes. The stranger smiled softly at you encouraging you to speak. „I.. I am okay.“ you hiccuped, voice small. „Then why are you lying outside in the cold, little one? I don‘t know if you have noticed but it is raining and thundering here and you will catch a cold if you stay here like that, eh?“ the man had said. You stared at the man with big eyes, not knowing what to do so you just stayed still. „Come on now get up. You cannot stay here like that.“ With these words the man extended his hands to you to help you lift you off the ground.
He saw your hesitation and smiled down softly. „I won‘t bite, little one. I swear on the dark one.“ This strange man must be one of the evil people your mother had warned you about. He spoke of the dark one. One of the reasons why you were never allowed near the woods. Because the evil people resided there. In your head many thoughts whirled around. All the bad stories you had heard about these people, doing bad deeds, sinning, sacrificing animals and even humans. It all scared you but yet the man in front of you seemed harmless, offering help even. In fact he was treating you with a kindness you longed for all your life. Against your better judgement you took his hand and let him pull you out of the puddle you sat in. Only then did you realize how bad your feet hurt and how cold it actually was.
„Oh my you are freezing little one. Come on and let me bring you to our ministry. You can have a hot cocoa there. Only if you‘d like that of course yeah? I always find myself feeling much better after a good cup of hot cocoa.“ he said taking off his cloak that he put around your shoulders, wrapping you up in it to keep you from shivering all the time.
He lead you through a smaller passage between the trees and you walked next to the man holding his hand when his voice rang one more time in your ears. „Now would you tell me your name little one?“ It only fueled your internal battle more since you knew you had to be careful. Your parents would probably lock you away in your room for months, making you pray to god for forgiveness. For forgiving you any contact to the evil people from the woods. You were still very young but you were not stupid. „No I cannot tell you my name. You are a stranger and my mama always told me not to trust strangers.“ you tried to sound confident.
The man next to you looked down at you and chuckled. „Ah I see. Well that is not even wrong but tell me why are you accompanying that stranger to a strange place, eh?“ At that you looked down to the ground and stopped walking. The man turned to you and knelt down again. He looked at you with sincerity in his eyes. „You see little one I know you have no reason to trust me and there is nothing I could possibly say that would make you believe me. You are right to be suspicious of strangers for many of them have bad intentions. But we. The place we are going and the people there are not of this kind. I will promise you to bring you back to whereever you want to go or leave you alone should you wish for me to leave you alone. I could even call your parents or the police if you want me to but something is telling me it is probably because of them that you ended up here in the first place?“
You stared down at your feet and kicked a stone to the side of the path. He nailed it. Only a few minutes of talking to this man and he already knew the reason of your flight into the woods: Your parents.
„I see there is truth to what I assumed. Now I am going to ask you again do you want to come inside and warm yourself? I won‘t be mad if you don‘t. But I also want you to know that I will be listening to you if you want to talk.“ he smiled down softly at you easing your nerves a little. Whatever your parents had taught you the man in front of you seemed to be calming you in a way you have never experienced before. It was all very strange especially when he only said so little. „Whatever you decide you should probably hurry. It is not getting any warmer is it?“ he said looking up into the dark clouds. By now he was drenched. Just as you. You decided to trust your gut and took his hand in yours.
The two of you walked a few more meters before you saw it. A huge dark place. Circled by a fence. That must be that „ministry“ he talked about earlier. The house was looming over you. It had an intimidating effect on you, with the dark clouds and occasional lightning striking down. It was massive. The building and the grounds were covering a large area right in the middle of the woods.
He lead you inside where you were met with an odd looking figure. He wore a mask and opened the door for you. When the masked man saw you he looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. „Off you go Swiss. Do not scare our little guest now will ya. Oh and start the fire in my office will you?“ the man holding your hand shooed off the masked one. „I apologize for them. They tend to be a little rude sometimes. They are just not good with human interactions. Now let us go to my office. You need to dry and get your cocoa." He said leading you down the hallway, to where the masked one hurried off to.
He turned a few corridors and opened a big door to a big office space. Stepping inside you saw the man from earlier rise to his feet from the fireplace and staring at you once more. You just stared back at him. He was so odd behaving. „Thank you Swiss now please can you ask Sister Helena to bring us two cups of hot cocoa?“ The masked man nodded and left.
„Okiedokie little one you need to warm up now. Here take the blanket and hand me back the robe. You might want to sit closer to the fire, yes?“ he said with his thick italian accent.
When you had yourself wrapped around the blanket and sat in front of the fire for a few seconds you could already feel your cold frozen limbs warming up. You did no longer feel stiff and rigid from the cold. The man draped his drenched coat over a chair and pulled it to the fireplace. Then he opened up his gloves and took them off laying them next to the coat. You noticed the crucifix on them making you realize that indeed these were the bad people you should not talk to. But so far they have treated you with so much kindness you were confused. „Now do you feel better, bella?“ He sat down next to you. You nodded still unsure what to say. „Do not worry, no one here will harm you. You have my word. And after the cocoa you might feel a bit more comfortable talking eh?“ He smiled goofily.
You wondered if you could just ask him the many questions you had in mind. But you feared to speak freely. Your parents never seemed to like when you spoke freely, openly, whenever you had questions. And you had many questions. You were an overly curious child.
His warm smile made you feel secure enough to try though. „What is your name sir?“ A look of surprise flashed over his face. „Oh where were my manners all this time. I did not even tell you who I was. My name is Copia. Bishop Copia. Pleased to meet you, nameless one.“ He bowed down a little making you giggle at his overly silly actions.
It warmed the Bishops heart to see the young girl giggling and smiling genuinely for the first time. She was a cute child not older than 7 or 8 and it made his heart ache knowing that someone must have hurt her deeply for her to run into the forrest under the conditions he found her in. She was in fact lucky that it was him who found her but she did not need to know that. She was safe now and he would make sure she would safely return home as soon as he made sure she felt better.
„Nice to meet you too Copia.“ you answered not bothering with stuff like titles and all. The past few minutes you spent with this strange Copia person you felt increasingly comfortable around him. It made you more confident so you decided to just try to get answers to the thundering questions that formed in your head each time you looked at him.
Playing with your fingers you asked „Can I ask you a question Copia?“ you prompted with a look of uncertainty in a barely hearable manner, slightly scared he would punish you like your parents always do when you ask them.
To your surprise he seemed to encourage you to ask him. „Certo piccolo. Whatever it is you would like to ask please feel free to do so yes? I will answer you honestly.“ „Oh“ you answered a bit surprised „uhm.. are you sure is it not too much?“ you stammered, taken aback by the earnestness in his tone. „Of course little one. It is good to ask questions. You should always question things yes? Proves that you have a brain and are trying to understand the world around you. It only shows you are an intelligent young girl.“ the bishop said in his accent.
„Uh and what if it involves people?“ you asked shyly. „Oh especially if it involves people. You should question their motives and backgrounds. It is a way of self preservation no? To make sure you are not fooled around.“ Just as the Bishop was about to speak once more a knock on the door interrupted you. He got up and opened the door. You heard hushed voices and then the door clicking shut again.
When the Bishop came back to you he placed a cup of heavenly smelling hot cocoa in front of you. „There you go cara.“ He patted the space next to the cup.
He sat back down next to you in front of the hot cracking fire. The hot cup warmed your hands even more and you took a small sip from the cup. The hot liquid ran down your throat and warmed you from the inside. It made you feel utterly exhausted and you felt yourself getting drowsy with each passing second when suddenly Bishops voice rang through the silence of the room once again. „So what did you want to ask about young one?“ You sat up right again hesitating once more to ask your questions.
„Well I was curious. This is a religious place isn‘t it?“ The Bishop raised one eyebrow looking at you. „Yes it is indeed.“ he answered nodding. „But you do not worship god. You worship the devil.“ Once again he nodded but stayed perfectly calm. You expected him to get mad at you to maybe even hurt you or kick you out of this place. Instead he surprised you even more. „I know you probably heard many bad things about this place and us. People usually do not like the devil or those who swore to him. But I can assure you that none of that is true. We are not evil. We do not do evil things in the name of Satan.“ he said nonchalantly, taking another sip of his cocoa as if it was nothing special for him to speak about these things.
„But if you swore to him isn‘t it true that you do the devils work? And the devil is bad everybody knows that. He hurts people and causes suffering and pain.“
Copia chuckled hearing that. „Now now is that what you have experienced? Did anyone in the name of Satan ever hurt you? Caused you suffering and pain? Or did somebody merely tell you these things so that you stay on the ‚right‘ path? Their path?“ He used his fingers exaggerating the word „right“.
That stunned you silent. Indeed no one from the Satanic Church had ever done you any harm. Quite the opposite actually so far they seemed to be ok. But you had merely had one encounter with members of this church now so who were you to judge.
The Bishop cocked his head to the side and looked at you. He was quite fascinated with you. „You are an intelligent little girl I see that. You are asking the right questions now do not let anyone tell you any different. Most people who will tell you that we are doing evil are people who try to control you. Who try to make you their pawn so that you will obey them.“ Copia said with his finger raised. „But my parents always told me to stay away from you people.“ you countered. Copia took a sip from his own cup now. „Ah I see your parents raised you in a christian way and they are very strong believers, yes? Tell me little one do you believe in God?“
You stared at him and answered instantly. „Yes I believe in God and Jesus Christ our lord and saviour.“ The sentence shot out of your mouth before you could even think about it. Years and years of your short life had your parents spent to burn these words into your brain. They were a part of you ever since you could remember. When it came to religion your parents were strict. There was no other way for you than become the good catholic girl that everybody expected you to be.
Copia raised one eybrow at your far to soon answer. „Is that truly your answer or your parents answer from your mouth?“ You gazed at him wide eyed. No one had ever dared to question your devotion to God. „Of course I do. My father is the local priest. How could I not believe in God?“
At that Copia choked his cocoa and set his cup down coughing violently. „Excuse me bella. Did you just say your father is the local priest?“ At that your eyes widened in fear. Only then you realized you just told the devil worshipping man that you were the child of the man that has sworn to fight his church, who has sworn to do anything to wipe them away from this town. Fear consumed you and you froze, your face twisting in horror. „Oh no no no little one do not get scared i will not harm you or your father if that is what you are thinking. It is just you see it makes much more sense now. Your beliefs and your actions and all.“ He said in a calming manner. „You see I have never seen such a young one with such strong beliefs as yourself.“ his face was only a few centimeters from yours now and he winked at you.
A sigh escaped his mouth and he finished the rest of his cup and encouraged you to keep drinking yours. When you did he kept his eyes on you contemplating. You were too young to see but he was watching your every move. He could not help himself but pity you in a way. You must have suffered so much already under the christian church in your short life. The daughter of the local priest. Copia knew you were going to suffer far more under the heavy weight of your parents' church. He wanted to help you but there was not much he could do that would not cause even more damage. Satan, he hoped that once you returned home you would not be punished for talking to him especially. It was getting quite late now and he knew the sooner you were back home the better it would be for you.
„So do you want to return to your family now? I can send a Ghoul to escort you back.“ You stared back at him in horror. „C.. Can you come with me?“ you stammered out. „Well yes of course. Now let us go before it is too late.“
Copia and the Ghoul dropped you off around the corner of the street you lived in. The rest of the way you would have to walk alone you both decided so she would not get into extra trouble at the door. Copia watched from a safe distance as the door opened and your father grabbed your arm rather harshly and pulled you inside and the last thing he saw was your father banging the door shut.
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#DCD0FF ┈ scaramouche (wanderer) x gn!reader ; genre/trope: an angsty christmas special! ; wc 3000+ ; warnings: just an unrequited love fic... mentions of happy people idk
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[6:44pm] gingerbread lingers in the air, despite the fact that you had shoved your pathetic attempt of a house in the bin a while ago.
still, the scent remains amidst the twinkle of christmas ornaments and the rustle of golden tinsel.  like a mockery of fate, it hangs around from early night when you had given up waiting, to the current midnight when the flicker of christmas lights along the neighbourhood was beginning to fade.
it seemed that this christmas, you would have to spend it alone.
"i'm so sorry!" you had replied. "i already have plans for the night."
some of your friends, like zhongli, had hummed thoughtfully. "i see. it is always nice to spend this festive season with your loved ones. it is a shame i couldn't spend it with you, however."
some of your friends, like zhongli, had hummed thoughtfully. "i see. it is always nice to spend this festive season with your loved ones. it is a shame i couldn't spend it with you, however."
"there's always next year." you found yourself apologising again, though in your heart you knew the situation would only repeat. "and i'll see you at the new years party." 
“new years, hm? then i suppose i will have to settle for seeing you then. have a wonderful christmas, name.”
hu tao beams from his right. "we'll be seeing you there! have fun with your special someone!"
others, had been a little less understanding, their whines and protests dragging on into the day.
"can't we see each other even for a second? please, please?"
"klee, name has already told you they'll be busy." albedo had interjected, appearing at her side, attention only partially directed at the conversation. 
the child pouts, fists balled at her side. "that isn't fair! i wanted us to sing jingle bells, all three of us! and to decorate the christmas tree, and to see all the christmas lights! then, we were meant to stay up to meet santa and leave gifts for him!"
"i'll still be there." albedo points out.
"it's not the same."
you laugh. "i'm sorry klee, i'll make it up to you next time."
"you said that last time. you were meant to make it up to me today." klee sniffles. "are you a liar, name?"
"alright, klee, that's too far." albedo frowns. "you have to say sorry."
"it's okay! besides, i'm the one in the wrong." you crouch down to talk face-to-face, gently wiping away the stray tears fallen on her cheek. "how about we go fish blasting on new years, hm? we can go to every pond and lake in teyvat, we'll do it for however long you like."
"really? what about santa?"
“your big brother albedo will invite him!” pointedly ignoring albedo’s gaze, you keep selling your point. “we’ll have so much fun, you’ll see.”
albeit still a little upset, klee snorts up the last of her outburst and nods. 
“i pinky promise this time." you wrap your pinky around hers and gave it a tight squeeze.
"you pinky promised this time. don't break it okay?" she repeats in a small voice.
you nod, standing back up. turning to albedo, you also give him a soft smile. "sorry i can't make it either, to your christmas party."
"it was sucrose's idea, i think that apology should be for her."
"still, i would have wanted to spend christmas with you."
"why can't you?" his eyes startle you in all its clarity as he turns, question capturing you on the spot. his clipboard seems almost disregarded in his arms. 
"i have plans!" you blurt out. “i’m… busy.”
albedo looks at you and for a second, you’re sure he can see right through you. "a significant other?"
the chill from dragonspine is chased from your body, a prickling red flush hot in its pursuit. "no, no way, nothing like that!" after a pause, you awkwardly rush to finish the sentence. "not yet, anyway."
he smiles in return at your confession before leaning down to face klee. "come on, we shouldn't bother name anymore. they have things to do." and then to you, as klee scurries away excited at the prospect of another adventure, he wishes you luck.
“i’ll deal with the santa.” he turns, waving back slightly before ushering klee inside.
some friends already knew the man in your heart, and their invitations are gateways for jokes.
"coming to my christmas party, name?" yaemiko had suggested, before her hand flies up to her mouth. "oh wait! i forgot you have better things to do, and better people to see."
"what's this? you won't be coming?" ei perks up, eyes flickering above the book at her lap. "after all our preparations?"
yaemiko interrupts you before you can even defend yourself. "name here already has plans."
"with who?"
your face warms rapidly. "it's nothing."
"nothing? you're not coming to our party, for nothing?"
"stop it." you whine, burying your burning face in your hands. "you already know why i can't come, yaemiko."
"all the more reason why it's so very fun to poke at it."
"what? what is it? stop leaving me in the dark, you two."
"shall i do the honours?" yaemiko asks.
"ei, i made dinner plans with someone tonight. so, i can’t make it."
"oh?" the god replies. "and who is this person?"
you ignore the sly fox's chuckle, and press onwards to answer. "someone... special. someone i, someone i like."
yaemiko gasps dramatically before snickering. "blush any harder and you might come down with a fever, dearest name."
you cup your cheeks and scowl at her. "you're awful."
"and so is your love life. really, name, how long have you been pining for this man? and for this to be the first move you make is really something else."
"what she's trying to say," ei interrupts, aware of the murderous expression on your face. "is that we hope you have a good time with your special someone. though we will miss you, we hope for the best, really."
and some friends had known since the very beginning.
"eager?" tighanri asks, the very first words to leave his mouth as you enter his abode. when you don't reply, he turns to you. "it is today, right?"
"right." you groan into your hands. "should i postpone it after all? leave it to another day? what if i'm not ready after all, what if he doesn't even feel the same way as me and i look like a complete fool after everything i've done to prepare?"
"name, he would be completely stupid if he doesn't appreciate you. and you know if it doesn't end well, collei, cyno and i are joining everyone else to watch nilou perform tonight. no one will say anything if you sneak in."
you look up at him and smile. "thanks, tighnari. i don't know how but you always say the right things at the right time."
'it's called impeccable timing, i just so happen to have it. speaking of, here's the icing you wanted, for the gingerbread houses."
you inhale in the scent of sugar. "that smells really good."
"i know." turning his back to you, he begins fussing around his area. "i've been told i could make a killer wife."
"yeah?" you poke a finger in the bowl. "who said that?"
"collei."
placing your finger on your tongue, you hum in appreciation. "she's not wrong this icing is delicious. you could sell this, honestly."
"are you offering?" he turns around with a smirk.
"i can pay with friendship?"
he laughs, shaking his head. "i don't need that."
you stick a different finger in the bowl and eat that too, closing your eyes at the taste.
"do that again and the bowl will be empty before it's night."
"i'm not eating that much."
"here."
your eyes widen, bowl completely forgotten as you look at the wrapped present in tighnari's hand, adorned with a bright red bow.
"this... this is..."
"my present to you." tighnari replies, a smile on his face. "merry christmas name, i hope tonight goes well."
all these holiday wishes, abundant in counting, yet there was still a hole in your heart from where a special someone had yet to say it. you find your mind blank aside from a single, daunting thought, the blanket you had hastily placed over your shoulders failing to keep the cold as the hours went on.
you replay the memory of your invitation to him over and over and over again, struggling to find any indication that he may just be late, may have just been caught in some last minute mission, that he would still be coming because he had said yes. you find that the invitation had been so causal, such a fly away suggestion, that he would have no choice but to assume it was an offering as friends, as comrades, rather than lovers. but that was alright, even if he came to your doorstep as a friend, because at least that meant he had come, because at least that meant you hadn't sat in your own home, more alone than any other day, for hours on end, waiting for the soft thud of his footsteps up to your door.
because at least that meant he hadn't stood you up.
you had definitely just been stood up.
the frosty breeze outside causes your nose and ears to tinge. you rub your arms as the cold settles in, but even the chill from the night wasn't enough to suffocate your thoughts. the crunch of snow, the whistle of the wind, the scuttering of cats as you near a little too close, all these things were not enough to erase the meaningless thoughts in your head.
it had all been so promising, the progression of your relationship, the final moment of courage that made you ask, the smile that he sent you, so full of adoration though now you can only wonder if it had all been your imagination. as the snow rains on, you wonder if you’ll forever associate the light sprinkling of white to this very moment, where the disappointment is enough to submerge you. 
well, tighnari had said you could always join him, if all went wrong.
"a christmas night alone for you, name?"
you look up, squinting at the rush of snow. a single figure stands in the distance, something about his posture so familiar to you. at last, you place a name to the face and you huff a cloud of steam into the air.
"scaramouche, no, the wanderer." you reply, his name dry on your tongue. "i wouldn't be mocking me if you were doing the same."
he shrugs, closing the distance between the two of you. you find him wearing a red scarf, and the very sight of it reminds you of someone else. "i choose to spend my christmases alone, though i don't think that would be the case for you."
"how can you be so sure?"
he smirks, the gesture so natural to him. "you've been crying." when you rush to rub at your eyes, he chuckles, loud and unapologetic. "rubbing it will only make it worse, don't you think?"
"shut up, wanderer." 
“not in the mood to talk? that hurts me, especially on a beautiful night like this.” 
you huff, letting the cold from your fingers settle into your burning eyes. “whatever. just leave me alone.”
silence, though not the type you like. you wonder why you can’t here the sound of his footsteps leaving you like you were so sure he was going to do. after all, the relationship between the two of you had never been close, simply friends of friends, sparing one another a nod in acknowledgment and maybe a few snarky remarks. 
when you look up, he’s still standing there, illuminated by streetlights. 
“why aren’t you leaving?”
“what kind of person would i be to leave a crying woman alone out on the street?”
“the same type of person you’ve always been.” you sniffle, cold.
the gesture isn’t lost on the wanderer, and with a sigh, he begins to unravel his scarf. you frown, backing away slightly. 
“what do you think you’re doing?”
without a word, the wanderer takes a step, and then another until he’s right in front of you. catching your eyes, he huffs, the steam blowing over your face, before slinging the scarf around your neck. 
at his touch, you fall silent. 
“so.” he begins. “who was the one that broke your heart?”
“it was no one.” you do a poor job at avoiding his eye. 
“i’m not a patient person, name.” 
again, you ignore him, shuffling into the scarf around your neck. though it hurt your ego to admit it, the world around you definitely felt warmer. 
with a tsk, the wanderer jabs a finger at your forehead and pushes back, forcing you to look up with a yelp. your eyes meet, and an insult raises to your tongue. “what the fuck! let go of me.”
“answer the question. who stood you up?”
you shake yourself from his touch and wiggle backwards, placing distance. “it was childe, if you have to know. jesus, wanderer, your finger is cold as shit.” 
“childe?” the wanderer repeats. “childe? you’re all sad and moopy because of childe?”
you glare at him. “shut it. i don’t need you to criticise my love life.” 
finally, a loud laugh escapes his throat. he even throws his head back, though you were almost positive your confession wasn’t even the least bit funny. that doesn’t stop him though, a hand wrapping around to clutch at his stomach, his laughs quickly becoming gasps of air. 
“yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. no really, thanks for that. it’s really helping.”
the wanderer peeks up at you through one eye, the most vibrant smile you’ve ever seen on his face still remaining. “oh you have no idea how much that made my day!”
“i think i have a rough idea.”
“you’re hilarious, name. what made you go ahead and fall for childe?”
“your heart is as cold as your fingers, wanderer. besides… i didn’t say i liked him.”
“you didn’t have to. the red on your face is enough.”
your heads cover your cheeks again, cursing your body for being so expressive. “whatever. now let me leave.” 
“hold on.” his arms stops you from walking past him, his gaze lingering at your waist before he pulls back. when he turns to face you, you don’t step back despite the proximity. it felt like a challenge, like he was daring you to back down. “you’re really spending the christmas alone? seriously?”
“it doesn’t concern you.” 
“well i’m about to make it concern me. spend the christmas with me.”
this time, it was your turn to laugh. “you’re kidding me, right? we barely know each other. and you totally laughed in my face, like, a second ago.”
“you just did the same thing to me just now.” he points out. “it cancels out.”
you hold your ground. “i am not spending the christmas with you. what, are you asking me out right now?” 
“why? getting nervous?”
“as if. you’d have to be the last person on teyvat for me to go on a date with you.” 
“that’s harsh.” his breath fans over your face as he laughs. “i would have gone on a date with you if you asked.”
“well, i’m not.” 
he hums, and something in his gaze changes, like a gear clicking into place. “but i am.” 
you hate that his words leave you flustered, blaming it on the fact that his suggestion had been absurd and abrupt and not the fact that he was looking at you the way you always hoped childe would. “wanderer, don’t joke. i’m really not feeling that right now.”
ignoring your words, his fingers creep up your arm, leaving a warm trail, dragging upwards to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “well, you’re not the worst thing i could pick up on a chirstmas night.” 
“woah, you really have a way with words, huh.” your heart beats faster, a betrayal to your mind. even as you speak, you find yourself enchanted by the way he looks at you, like he was holding you in the palm of his hand. 
“not pushing me away?” his fingers drift up your cheek, and you shiver. 
then, his hand finds purchase on the top of your head, fisting a handful of your hair and yanking it up. you yelp, hands flying to the spot of pain, words of protest already on your tongue, your mind telling you that you knew it, you knew he was up to no good, when his words cuts through the panic and freezes you.
‘look.” he says, his tone somewhere between disinterest and humour. “what’s above us, hm, name?”
you study the green above the both of you in a daze. “mistletoe.”
lighter this time, he lowers your head so he can look at you, fingers caressing your head slightly as if it will erase the pain. and it does, in a wonder that only christmas can bring, you find yourself speechless. the boy in front of you doesn’t register, though you can’t miss his degrading smile and the way his head is tilted for your response. you can’t move however, unsure if moving will break the moment, unsure on why you are so hesitant to end the situation when you really should be ending it, unsure on the warmth blossoming in your chest. 
with another hand, the wanderer swipes a finger under your lip before letting it drop to pull you closer by the waist. “not protesting anymore? i always thought the snarky part of you was your only redeeming factor.”
you open and close your mouth, then open it again. 
“i guess your stupidity has it’s own charm.” he snickers. “you’re bright red.”
“i’m bright red?” you squeak. 
“mhm.” leaning in, he finally closes the distance. 
and when your lips meet under mistletoe, it isn't the soft caress of his tongue that you notice but that he didn't quite taste like gingerbread.
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merry christmas everyone! whether you celebrated yesterday, or you're celebrating today, or even if you don't celebrate at all, i hope you all have a wonderful day with friends and family !! ☆ i'm a little busy so sorry for the draft (again) !!
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Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:・゚✧*:・゚*
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18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | COMPLETE | word count: 235,940.
girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.
Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.
slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).
let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon
if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡
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so many amazing sweet wonderful readers have drawn fanart of this fic??? ♡♡♡♡♡ jolie is written without much physical description so you can imagine whatever you want but if you'd like to see how i and others imagine her, i've linked them below. thank you for being the absolute sweetest.
jolie's painting of rocket by @hibataao3 makes me cry every time i look at it
very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died
sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit
an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡
adorable jolie sketches by @moonnpiie that truly capture what i mean when i describe jo as having “everywhere-hair.” plus her lil art-glove! (and a really cute rocket)
the cutest jo by @frostedwitch in her chapter xxvii sweatshirt. she is so cute with such shiny eyes and cute freckles and i love her so so so much! ♡♡♡
this shiny-haired jo by @miinsie! i love her hair so much in this one - it almost looks iridescent. i swoon. thank you for taking the time to read and to share this lovely interpretation of jolie with me!
and here are my jolie character concepts (complete full-color illo & rough doodles) and an illustration of one of my fave scenes from window ♡
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✧・゚:*collects Chapters I-XXVII (below the cut) & a holiday special && a silly epilogue
Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.
Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.
Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.
Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.
Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.
Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.
Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.
Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”
Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.
Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.
Chapter XI. Let It Be .in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.
Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.
Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.
Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.
Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.
Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.
Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.
Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.
Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.
Chapter XX. Some Nerve. * in which an ultimatum is given.
Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.
Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."
Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy just keeps spinning.
Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket ~ discreetly ~ claims the title of boyfriend.
Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. in which both of our heroes learn a little about themselves. ❤︎
Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. in which old friends are reunited. ❤︎
Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. in which our heroes finally get what they deserve.❤︎
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ a holiday special *
Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short, silly fluff.
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I know I have a couple of requests, but this is the only thing I have motivation for right now
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Thunderstorms
Warnings: Tickle fic, descriptions of a panic attack, implied separation anxiety, also the tickling is mainly at the end of the fic for this one
Pairing: Ler! Eda, Lee! Collector (Platonic)
Words: 3000+
(I’ll also be referring to the Collector as he or they throughout the story as that’s what they use!)
Months had passed since the Collector’s colourful takeover of the Boiling Isle’s. Well, he didn’t really mean to take over. The child had only been searching for friends his entire life, and being around Belos for hundreds of years practically crushed any sense of morality he had at the time. Luckily for him, but also for the rest of the Isles, Luz and her friends returned from the human realm to put a stop to the Collector’s reign, which consisted of befriending him, and dealing with Belos. After all, the child didn’t know what they were doing, and it’s not like they were going to kill them.
Eda had agreed, well insisted, on keeping the Collector at The Owl House, mainly to teach him how to control his power, which even surprised Eda with how well they were managing it at such a young age. They simply lost control if they were too overwhelmed. She even helped teach the kid some morals with the help of Luz and King. He even got him own room, which should’ve been nice for him, I mean they decorated it with stickers of stars, moons and even created some nice purple lighting for themselves as it reminded them of the night sky. And while the room looked nice, every night after Eda tucked him in and left the room, he would always feel…bad . That’s the only way he could describe it, he just felt bad, like worried, but also sad. They were always so worried that Eda would never reopen that door in the morning. The Collector rarely managed to get themselves any sleep like this, and on the special occasions he did, it was plagued by nightmares, horrible, horrible nightmares and he hated them so much! He could remember Belos, all the lies he fed into the child, being sealed away for hundreds of years, but he also saw things that never happened, like Eda leaving him or King running away from him. It wasn’t scary in a way that someone would be scared of a spider, or Hooty, it was scary in an existential way. It was scary in the way that he always thought it would happen. It was scary in the way that he already lived through it.
‘After the Day of Unity, you can be free.’
The words rang through the child’s prison, the only thing to keep him company being the endless piles of random kink littered across the dimension and of course, Belos. The boy held onto his hood, his eyes already teary at the sight of this place as he wondered around.
‘But you promised to let me go! I taught you magic stronger then anybody’s!’ He argued, his voice came off angry, and he certainly was at the prospect of being lied too, but he couldn’t deny just how scared he was in the moment. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, but it was like they were all foggy. Desperation practically leaked through his voice as he scrambled around, trying to say anything to convince Belos to release him, but in the end, he was just thrown away into a pit, his voice echoing all the way down as dread began to fill him. The relic he was imprisoned in touched the bottom of the inky abyss he was discarded into, like a children’s toy; he stared up helplessly as sunlight became a memory to him.
It was only then that the Collector woke up, almost jumping out of his bed in fear. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face scrunching up as their hands practically dug into his blanket, holding it like their life depended on it. The powerful being took in as much air as his mouth would allow,the cooling feeling of terror filling his body soon fizzling up ever so slowly, only to be left with an empty void of sorrow. They absolutely hated feeling this way over just a dream, it made them think they were more immature then they already were. His red eyes gazed over to the window, desperate to take his mind off that horrific dream. However, his slow movements was interrupted by a loud boom coming from outside. The Collector flinched backwards, biting down on his inner cheek hard, their head stared down at the protective bedsheets enveloping his small body. ‘Please, not now..’ he whimpered ever so quietly, the stream of rain plummeting against the ground becoming more aware to then. The being let out a shaky breath, greedily inhaling repeatedly afterwards as he buried his face in his hands. The child has never been fond of thunderstorms, he hated them in fact, they were too loud and too sudden for his liking. And given the petrified state he was already in, he wasn’t capable of handling them, at all.
Another crash echoed throughout his window.
‘It’s okay, it’s okay, remember what Luz said, it’s just thunder..’ they whispered to themselves, their voice becoming louder in an attempt to drown out the noise.
Crash!
‘I can do this, I can do this..’ he said, the Collector’s voice becoming more squeaky as fear began to become more apparent in his face.
Another boom of thunder was all it took to send the Collector practically flying out of his bed. Their breathing quickly descended into panicky intakes of oxygen as they messily discarded their bed sheets to the side. ‘I can’t do this!’ He wailed, feeling tears began to prickle in his eyes. He couldn’t stay like this any longer; he couldn’t bare another second of it. Startled, the enby reached around for their door handle before quickly flinging it open.
‘Eda!’ They shrieked, bolting out of their confining room and running down the hallway. He could feel bad about waking people up later, he needed someone, anyone to help him through this, he couldn’t stay another second in that room. It was too scary, too dark, too alone for them to remain there. Eda’s practically shot open as she heard her- the kid screaming in the halls. She know the Collector was a child, but they had a lot of power and didn’t seem to be scared by most things, they usually found most things exciting or interesting. So hearing him practically scream in fear left a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her covers were quickly thrown off of her as she immediately began running out of her room, immediately shaking off her tiredness. The woman was normally more grouchy when she woke up, but it’s not like she could afford to leave the Collector like that. The woman practically ripped open the door, stepping into the hallway as she turned her face to the Collector’s room, seeing the door flung open and the child blindly running towards her.
The Collector had their eyes squeezed shut, unable to take in their surroundings as their feet pounded against the ground. It wasn’t until the sight of a taller figure in front of him that he managed to slow down a bit. If anyone could help him through this, to get over that awful nightmare, it would be Eda. He needed Eda. The child desperately pounced up at Eda’s leg, overestimating how much force she could take as they accidentally knocked her over onto the ground. ‘Ah!’ Eda let out a sudden yelp of surprise at she fell to the ground, barely able to use her arms to break her fall in time. However, it wasn’t falling she was worried about, it was the state that the Collector was in.
The child of the stars was in front of her, sitting on his knees with an expression of guilt and fear spread across his face. They tried to take in a breath, but they couldn’t even focus on that, leading to them only quick, short breaths and before he knew it, he was hyperventilating. His hands buried themselves in the roots of his fluffy white hair, his crimson eyes pointing down at the floor, not wanting to face Eda. It had only been a mistake, one Eda didn’t mind, but still, he knocked her over. He woke her up in the middle of the night, pushed her down, all for what? Because he couldn’t handle a thunderstorm? How was he supposed to explain that now? There was no way Eda would help him, she’ll get mad and send him back to his room or maybe just leave him. His mind spiralled with wilder and wilder ideas by the second, stressed out of his mind. However, in his panic, he could feel himself being picked up, slowly and softly. He barely managed to stare up at Eda, and while he was expecting her to be mad and start berating him, her face was riddled with concern for the enby. It didn’t take long until the witch had the child on her lap, with their heads facing each other. ‘I-I’m sorry..’ was all the Collector managed to choke out, great, now he’d made Eda worried! She shouldn’t have to waste her time with something like this when she could be getting sleep. ‘Oh, starlight, you have nothing to be sorry for, just please, let’s get your breathing under control, okay?’ Eda reassured him, her voice a lot more soft then it usual was. She placed her hands on The Collector’s shoulders, gently squeezing them to keep him grounded. The child of the stars meekly stared back up at her, their breathing still a hyperventilating mess. The child spluttered for breath, clenching his fists as he struggled to even take in air. How was he not even able to breath properly for Eda? Why couldn’t he do anything right?! He thought, his mind swirling around in a toxic circle, fuelled by his own fear.
‘I-I can’t..’ they mumbled, their voice getting quieter and more meek then usual; probably a sign they were getting very short on breath. Eda’s gaze toughened, not in a mean or judging kind of way, it was more of a determined fashion. There was still a glint of softness in her pupils towards the child. ‘Of course you can, here, starlight, just look at me, okay? Just copy me, that’s all you need to do, you’re safe,’ the witch comforted them, her multicoloured eye looking against the Collector’s red ones. Slowly but surely, his breathing began getting more stable and calm, he still looked slightly on edge and his body was tense, but at least progress was being made. The Collector soon curled up on her lap, hugging his knees to his chest with a fairly strong grip. There was a comfortable silence for a couple moments, something they definitely needed after all that. It was soon broken by Eda however, her hand resting against the child’s side as she spoke. ‘Do you want to tell me what all that was about?’ The woman asked, not trying to sound pushy. She figured if the Collector had a problem, especially one that left them this petrified, it would be better to solve it. The enby thought for a moment, before giving a small nod and just mumbling ‘n-nightmares..’.
Ah, of course. A child of the stars is still a child after all. Oh well, at least this wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. ‘Okay then, Coli, do you wanna talk about them?’ She prompted, earning a whimper from the Collector. It seemed like they had suddenly lost the ability to speak at the thought of talking about the recurring, plaguing, horrific dreams. It felt like an invisible barrier was between his brain and his mouth, even though he knew it would help Eda, and more importantly himself, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. And he didn’t need to. ‘Okay, that’s alright, starlight, you don’t have to talk about it. Do you wanna stay in my room for the night, or should I get you back to your bed?’ The Collector blinked slowly, it felt like the option of being able to stay with someone, anyone else for the night had pulled a weight off his heart. ‘You, please..’ he answered in a resigned tone, barely able to open his mouth to answer but it was a start.
Eda nodded down at the child, her arms wrapping around them a little tighter as she stood up, still cradling the enby in her arms. She even began rocking him slightly, wanting to make sure he was as comfortable as possible after such a stressful night. It certainly worked, the Collector’s breathing had returned to normal at this point. Good, Eda thought, at least she was making progress with the kid. Or at least so she thought. Another crash of thunder caused the Collector to flinch back into the witch’s arms, their hands grabbed the edges of his hood as he pulled it tightly around his eyes. The Collector pressed their eyes shut, his breathing hitched for just a moment before he heard Eda speak. ‘Oh, you don’t like the thunder, do you?’ The woman observed, making them blush slightly; being scared of thunderstorms was always embarrassing for them, they had only told Luz about it and she had reassured him, he just couldn’t help but think like that. The Collector nodded, making a small humming sound as he snuggled closer against the Clawthorne, finding her comforting to be around. ‘Okay, thanks for telling me, that was really brave of you,’ she told him, the simply bundle of words instantly putting a smile on the child’s face. ‘We’ll be able to handle the thunder together, alright?’ She asked, bumping open the door to her room with her hip.
While in the human realm, the Collector could’ve been given a pair of headphones to help with their fear, nothing was that simple in the demon realm. Eda took to casting a hex inside her room, the vibrant, yellow lines of her magic slithered around the room, illuminating it for a couple moments before dying down. The result of the magic was to silence any noise coming from the outside of the room, and vice versa, something that would hopefully console the Collector. The child then raised its head, pulling back down their hood curiously. The splattering of the rain was completely gone, the Owl House had never sounded this peaceful to them! His mouth parted into a small ‘O’ shape at the comforting silence before staring back up at Eda, his red eyes full of wonder. ‘This is amazing, thank you, m- Eda!’ They exclaimed, kicking their legs slightly in excitement of the new found peace. It was like Eda was a safety blanket for them, something to rely on, someone to stay with, someone to truly live with them. It felt like he was truly alive.
‘Ah, you don’t have to worry about it, you little rascal!’ She smiled down at him, a single gold fang showing, glinting with mischief. Suddenly, the woman’s long nails connected against the soft pyjama shirt the Collector was wearing, clawing and scribbling all around. Eda figured that after such a long and stressful night, the enby could use a good laugh to calm himself down. Even though they looked anything but calm right now, but not in a bad way. Not at all in fact! ‘BAHAHAHAHA, EHAHAHAHADA!’ The child’s limbs flew all over the place as his body wormed around in Eda’s arms, he always knew that he was too ticklish for his own good, though he’d hardly ever complain about it, quite the opposite. He loved the touch, at any opportunity really. Being starved from contact for so long left him craving for any kind of affection, including tickling. He’d normally have to annoy the people around him to get tickling, so not having to ask in this situation was an even better bonus. ‘Yeeessss, Coli?’ She answered annoyingly, smiling at just how happy the child looked in her arms. Their face flushed a lovely shade of crimson before they promptly raised their arms to bury their face in their slightly oversized sleeves. Not only was Eda a great tickler, given she had years of experience, she was also an amazing teaser, though she was probably being nice with her teases to the Collector right now. ‘IHAHAHAAHAHT TIAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHCKLES!’ He screamed, barely able to contain himself as he writhed and wriggled about in the Owl Lady’s hold, but made no actual attempts to get away. Given how strong he was, it wouldn’t even be a challenge to move away from Eda’s tormenting nails so she figured he was enjoying himself there. The assumption being totally correct, of course, which only encouraged her to keep going. ‘Naww, does it? I hadn’t noticed through all that adorable laughter in hearing!’ She cooed over the precious state the Collector was left in, their face beginning to go red as a result of the teases. He tried to hide his face in his hood, but it felt down as a result of all his thrashing. ‘BAHAHAHAAHAHA, EHAHAAHAHDA!’ They whined loudly, quickly tilting their body over to bury their head into Edalyn’s shoulder, the feeling of the fabric of her shirt being comforting to him. It was all extremely comforting to him, just knowing Eda was there with him, and actually enjoyed spending time with him.
Her hands trailed down to his hips and began squeezing against them, earning a series of high pitched squeals from the child. ‘Awh, trying to hide that blush, are we? Come on, starlight, there’s no use hiding from the tickle monster!’ The teasing definitely worked at revealing their blush as soon their entire face had gone red at Eda’s childish teasing, though that was to be expected from her. ‘SAHAHAHAHMEONES GAHAHAHAHAHNNA MEHEHEHEHE, YOHAHAHU KNOW!’ The Collector fretted, still slightly guilty about waking Eda up in the middle of the night. It didn’t matter much though, he was only focusing on all the tickles he was getting right now. ‘Don’t be silly, Coli, the room’s still hexed, no one’s gonna hear this cute laughter! It’s quite a shame for them, really!’ She smiled down at the absolute precious sight in her arms, adoring how the Collector had just went limp to take in all the tickles he could. Though, despite his enjoyment, it was easy to see that he was getting tired, his aforementioned limpness leading to Eda catching on quickly. The woman’s hand slowed as she stopped using her long nails to tickle him, and stuck to simply circling her fingertips against his sides, leading to giggles pouring out of him as his eyes shut peacefully. ‘T-thahahnk you..’ he mumbled as loud as he could to try and fight against the oncoming sleepiness, but it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, taking in calm breath.
Eda smiles fondly down at the sight, slowly lowering the Collector down into her bed and tucking him in. She couldn’t undo what Belos had done, and she couldn’t just magic away their nightmares, but from now on she’d make sure they wouldn’t have to face them alone.
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almost-a-class-act · 30 days
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Fic Writer Interview
Thank you for the tag @eoinmcgonigal, @softguarnere, and @onehelluvamarine!
How many works do you have on AO3?
79! What a fun non-round whimsical number.
What's your total AO3 word count?
795,246
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
The One Direction fic where I killed half the band, plus three more One Direction fics and a Shameless fic. Fun right?
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! Special props to those comments where you guys say something cool that I hadn't thought of, which prompts me to go off on a tangent with my character thoughts. I hope that's fun for you, but if not then at least you delayed me having to call the exorcist for one more day.
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
This one, maybe? It's one of the top five One Direction fics I mentioned earlier. "Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war."
Honourable mention to my Roe/Spina based on the PTSD-as-time-travel aspect of Slaughterhouse Five.
Could also be the canon-era Cobb/Hoobler.
Or, gosh. Is it sadder if nobody dies but it doesn't work out? Then I have the Liebgott/Tipper for you!
Sorry team. It would seem I write a lot of angsty endings.
What the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
It's the SidMaryEugene y'all.
Do you write crossovers?
No, but I'm not like, opposed on principle.
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I wrote one fic in the Shameless fandom and had to turn off anonymous commenting. But by and large I've been lucky!
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes - the odd PWP if I am in a super specific mood, but otherwise just whenever it works in a story. I wouldn't say I'm, you know, wildly adventurous or anything. Lmao.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so?
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yep, the Shameless fic was a co-writing endeavour.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
Luztoye. I just identify pretty strongly with both.
What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
Tough one, genuinely. I don't like to write off my WIPs!
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and ghost stories.
What are your writing weaknesses?
World-building probably. I get too excited about the characters and I don't really care about what's going on around them, oops.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I try to keep it to a word or two here and there. I haven't figured out how to string whole exchanges in and have it feel organic.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Lord of the Rings or the boy wizard who shall not be named, probably. Actually. I did write some Four Brothers fic early on? Yes the 2005 action thriller starring Mark Wahlberg and Andre 3000.
What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?
Once I'm not busy with school I want to get weird in the Justified fandom. Obscure pairings here I come!
What's your favorite fic you've written?
I've got a soft spot for Where the Pieces Go, my Chuck/Lieb friendship fic. I dedicated it "to good friends everywhere" because friendship is kind of a big deal y'all. It's kinda the whole point.
Tagging (I'm sure you've all been tagged like 25 times because this fandom is a tiny circle but anyway): @frstcorinthians @terresdebrume @sonsofmahal @heystovepipeboys @blood-mocha-latte
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wkndwlff · 1 year
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Wipeout
After vowing she would never return, Mackenzie Black finds herself in the one place she never thought she would be—Fightertown USA. Spinning in the jet wash of the ghosts of her past, what happens when she catches the attention of two aviators in her cousin Bob’s special detachment? 
Pairings: Jake Seresin x Female OC, Bradley Bradshaw  x Female OC
Warnings: 18+ only!, Smut (eventually), swearing, parental death, drowning, mentions of suicide, mentions of medical conditions, probable typos and inaccuracies 
Note: This is my first fic ever! Please be kind! Feedback is much appreciated. (Shout out to @sylviebell for beta reading!)
WC: 3000
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Mackenzie “Wipeout” Black stepped into The Hard Deck feeling like the black sheep of the family was home. She hadn’t been in the bar, let alone Fightertown, USA for nearly two years—not since her mom died. Two weeks ago, if you would’ve told her that she would sell her ticket to Rome to take her vacation in her old stomping ground she would’ve laughed. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest as she scanned the room. Her breathing was more erratic than when she took her board exam. There was a reason she never came back after her mom died.
Yet here she was, scoping the crowd for familiar faces. She paused, breathing in the familiar scent of the ocean and beer, taking in her surroundings. She definitely was the black sheep of this crowd. Her faded Metallica concert shirt and old jeans stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of uniforms and the hoard of women chasing them. She definitely missed the dress code and the section about heels and not old Converse. She could feel herself fidgeting as she hoped that at least one person she knew was there.
“Wipeout?” She heard a familiar voice gasp.
Her head snapped around to spot the one person she was hoping to see.
“Penny!” Mackenzie screeched.
Before she could stop herself, she was running through the crowd with open arms towards the best bartender in town. She found herself in the tight grasp of her old neighbor, the only woman who showed her love and compassion consistently. The only real reason she knew what a mother was supposed to be. She closed her eyes taking in the scent of Penny’s floral perfume and the slight hint of tequila. It was an odd combination, but to her it was comforting.
“What are you doing here?” Penny looked down at her, not releasing her grip. “I thought you told me we’d have to come to you after your mom’s funeral.”
“Oh, I thought I’d spend my vacation here,” she teased. 
“Was he called back?” Penny tensed. 
Mackenzie nodded. Penny gripped her tighter. She was referring to her cousin, Bob Floyd, the best damn wizzo to grace the Navy. He was the big brother she never had and the only blood relative that still spoke to her. They were inseparable growing up. That was until her father was shipped out to Fightertown. Admiral Black was called back to TOPGUN to be an instructor. A death sentence he felt, but he told her once he felt like the coast would have more exciting adventures for her. She missed Bob dearly, but he kept in contact, visiting them multiple times.
When Bob joined, she was heartbroken, but she expected it. Their grandfather was in the Navy and so were their dads. It’s actually how Bob’s parents met. Her uncle was her dad’s back seater and naturally her dad had to introduce him to his sister. She wanted to join her cousin and continue the legacy, but she wouldn’t be able to make it past the medical screen. She had so many doctors’ appointments over the years that she naturally fell into being a nurse.
She was a traveling nurse. At first, she tried to find jobs close to wherever her cousin was stationed. It made it feel a little more normal when they could meet up for dinner regularly even if there was nothing normal about the situation. But she fell in love with the east coast, or so she told herself. She absolutely loved New England, but she knew the truth. It wasn’t her coast.
When Bob flew out a few months ago for a few days he accused her of trying to put as much distance between herself and her biggest demons. It was true. She had been fighting with the reality of being more than an hour away from him and it was killing her since he left. She had a two-month vacation planned—the perks of being a traveler. She knew she needed to move closer to home, but she was going to delay the inevitable for a little longer. At least she thought she was.  
“Where are you staying?” Penny asked, pulling Mack out of the blackhole of her thoughts. “The guest room is always open for my favorite daughter.”
“Don’t tell Amelia,” she warned with a laugh. “I was hoping you’d say that. It’s bad enough being in this zip code, let alone being here alone.”
“It’s settled then.” Penny grasped her hand, pulling her towards the bar. “Want a drink? It’s on your favorite crotchety captain.”
“No,” she gasped shocked. “He’s here?”
Penny nodded with a laugh. “Come say hi.”
Mack walked up to the bar to see the short, muscular man watching the crowd. As she grew up, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell slowly became somewhat of a fixture in her life. Being friends with her dad, there were few memories she had of growing up without him. He was that fun uncle that would give you a beer when your parents weren’t looking. When her dad died, Mav tried to be more strict, like a father, but he was still too fun for that.
“Look at what the tide pulled in,” she joked from behind him.
Maverick turned quickly, a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Wipeout?” He pulled her into a tight hug. “Never thought I’d see you in Fightertown again. How the hell are you kid? Why didn’t you say you were coming home when I called?”
Penny slid a margarita across the bar for her. She felt a wicked grin on her lips at the sight of her favorite drink.
“I didn’t know I was coming until early this week,” she shrugged.
“How are the seizures? Any improvement? I know you don’t tell me the truth in our calls.”
Mack’s grasp tightened on the glass in her hand. She hated talking about her epilepsy. It had gotten worse since her mom died. She had been working with different doctors to try to figure out the best medication cocktail for her so she could have less seizures, but nothing was working.
“I could lie to you, Mav,” she huffed, “but you’d call me on my shit. The meds aren’t helping much anymore. I’m trying to get a service dog but it’s so…hard.” She took a drag from the glass, reveling in the magical powers of tequila.
“We both know someone who could pull some strings for you. He’d love the visit, I’m sure.”
Mackenzie weakly smiled at the thought of her other father figure—Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. Wherever Maverick was, Ice was sure to follow. Having a brood of boys, Mackenzie easily wedged her way into his heart as the daughter he never had. It happened so quickly she didn’t even realize it until she showed up for the annual Kazansky Christmas party with her dad and noticed she had a stocking over the mantle.
When Mack started nursing school, she was constantly getting calls as Ice’s cancer slowly progressed. She stopped in at least once a week to see how he was doing. A remission later and Ice was getting worse. Sarah had asked her a long time ago if she could come home to help in the end. That was the main reason for her return. She wouldn’t tell anyone though. She wanted to give Ice some dignity.
“I’m going over tomorrow,” she admitted. “I don’t want to stress him out more than necessary. Doesn’t sound like he’s doing great.”
Both of them took a swig of their drinks. Neither would be alright when Ice finally passed. One would lose a friend and the other a father figure.
Mack cleared her throat. “How are you doing Mav? Piss off anyone else in the Navy this week?”
“Always, kid. Always.” He laughed.
Mackenzie saw a group of aviators out of the corner of her eye. Bob was with them.
“I need to go say hi to someone. We should get dinner while I’m in town. Text me, okay?”
Mav nodded. “I’ll talk to you later Wipeout.”
She controlled herself and walked calmly over to the pool tables. Mack knew that Bob would probably be embarrassed if she ran to him. He had no idea she was coming to see him. It had been months since he flew out to Rhode Island. For all he knew, she was on the plane to Rome.
“Lieutenant Bobert,” she whispered in her cousin’s ear. 
“Mack?” He gasped in shock turning to see her.
He quickly stood, spilling the cup of peanuts that were in his lap, enveloping her in a bear hug. She hugged him back with everything she had.
“Wait, I thought you were going to Rome?” he asked concerned.
“And miss out on seeing you and Penny? Not a chance.”
“No service dog yet?” His tone was suspicious.
“I…can we not…they’re too expensive Bobert,” she sighed.
“Lieutenant Bobert?” A cocky voice chuckled from behind her. “This your girl, Bob-Bob?”
Mackenzie turned around to tell off whoever the jerk was but froze. The aviator, who was still an asshole, was a lot more attractive than she anticipated. He smirked at her and she felt like she would pass out.
“Just ignore him, M,” Bob instructed, pulling her back to earth. “Phoenix,” he called.
The only female pilot in the group walked over to them. She had a huge smile on her face and a cold beer in her hand. She looked like a bad bitch, which Mack appreciated. You go girl, she thought.
“Mack, I want you to meet my pilot,” her cousin explained. “Phoenix, this is my cousin Mack.”
“Nice to meet you, Phoenix.” She extended her hand. “If we’re going by callsigns, feel free to call me Wipeout.”
“Bobert,” the brunette called again.
“Ignore Bagman over there,” Phoenix said lowly.
“Was he dropped on his head a lot as a child?” She asked loudly. The group of aviators laughed. She didn’t dare look at Bagman for his reaction.
“Still going by Wipeout?” Bob laughed.
“In these parts, yes.” She shot him a warning glance. They don’t use her name in Fightertown for her own sanity. Penny and Mav established that rule for her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to get an old friend to buy me a drink and maybe help Penny for a bit. Don’t leave without seeing me though.”
He nodded before she walked away. She laughed as she heard the faint voices behind her. She swore she heard Bagman asking why nerds always get the hot chicks.
“Want some help?” She shouted at Penny as she stood by the bar.
“Get your pretty little butt over here,” she laughed. “You can have all the margaritas you want if you help me while you’re home.”
“You didn’t need to bribe me, but if you insist.”
“Are we doing your usual entrance?”
She stole a quick glance at Bagman who was watching her like a hawk. “Why not put on a show for these flyboys.” She laughed.
Penny rang the bell, and Mack was prepared for pure embarrassment. When she started working at The Hard Deck in college, they started doing a gag like Coyote Ugly when she worked. It was perfect. Penny dragged her to a hula class once and she was really good at the hip move and since her name was Wipeout, they had the best gimmick. It pulled in more tips and more business honestly, so it became the ritual.
She looked over to see a staring Maverick and smiled at him. He had to know what was coming. She tapped his shoulder wanting help over the bar. She always had to be a little dramatic.
“Help a girl out?” She asked motioning for him to pick her up.
“As one of your dads, you know this pains me,” he chuckled. He offered her a hand. He knew what she was going to do.
“Thanks Mav. You might want to close out soon,” she whispered so Penny wouldn’t hear her. She secretly hoped he could work everything out with Penny. They made a cute couple, and when he was there, her chosen family felt full.
He nodded in understanding.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the prodigal daughter has returned,” Penny shouted from behind them. The regulars hooted and howled. “Help welcome Wipeout back and help her pay those nursing school bills.” She started blaring “Wipeout” by The Sufaris over the speakers.
“That’s my cue,” she laughed. She took his hand and within seconds she had her Converse clad feet planted firmly on the bar. She quickly let her hair down, shaking it out before she started shaking her hips.
Mackenzie turned bright red as Bob and all his friends turned and stared at her. Bob looked horrified, while Bagman was smiling at her like an idiot. She didn’t care to look at the rest of them. She winked at the brunette—or was it blonde? Damn bar lighting—before turning away and continuing to dance to the music.
Some familiar faces, including Mav started chanting her callsign. She couldn’t help but laugh as the chant picked up as she continued to dance. She was out of practice, but her hips knew what to do. The kind souls at the bar pulled the bottles and glasses out of her way as she worked the room. She shook and shimmied from one end of the bar to the other, encouraging the chanting as she went. The gimmick made her feel a little more at ease returning. It was at least familiar.
As the song was starting to end, she looked up to see a familiar face walking in. She didn’t know him exactly, but she knew enough to know that there was bad blood between him and Mav. She couldn’t remember if he had the mustache in the picture Maverick kept, but she was certain it was him. He was a lot cuter in person than she expected. He paused, taking in the sight of her dancing on the bar. Mackenzie winked at him just as the song finished. She received a few whistles and a roar of applause.
She hopped down from the bar, graciously accepting the margarita in Penny’s hands. 
“Oh shit, Bob looks mad,” Penny laughed.
“Mackenzie Rae Black,” Bob hissed as he approached the bar. Ugh, not the full name. It took a lot for him to use her full name. “Please tell me that wasn’t a normal thing when you worked here in college.”
“Brought home a lot more tips that way, Bobert,” she meekly explained. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”
He just sighed, shaking his head. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but she had so much fun with her Coyote Ugly moments.
“Want another drink?” she asked as a peace offering. “It’s on me.”
Bob nodded yes. Mack quickly added the root beer to Mav’s tab before he could close out. A drink would cheer anyone up. Her cousin sulked off, leaving her to start tending to customers.
“That was some show Wipeout,” Bagman said approaching the bar. “I didn’t know nurses had callsigns though.”
“This one does,” she chuckled.
“Sounds like there’s a story. Maybe you can tell me over dinner tomorrow night?”
“Smooth Hangman,” Penny said coolly from behind her. 
Hangman totally made more sense as a callsign. She was somewhat relieved his name wasn’t Bagman.
“Can I at least get your number?” The way he was smiling at her made her knees weak.
“Keep it up and the next round is on you,” Penny threatened.
“Ouch, Pen. Can I get another beer if I can’t get a number?”
Mackenzie laughed, grabbing a bottle from below the bar. His fingers brushed hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get your number one way or another, Wipeout,” the aviator whispered to her before walking away.
Mack could tell Hangman was a typical cocky pilot, but she wasn’t opposed entirely to the thought of a date with him.
“Be careful with him, Mack,” Penny warned interrupting her thoughts. “He goes through girls faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
Mackenzie nodded before tending to a large group that walked up. She heard Penny talking to Mav about closing out. She was chuckling at how much the bill was. She looked up and froze. The same guy that walked in at the end of her dance was now smiling down at her. He slid his aviators down his nose, revealing the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. He was much more handsome up close. 
“The real reason behind the no phones on the bar rule?” He teased as he leaned against the bar.
“I might’ve stepped on someone’s new iPhone once,” Mackenzie shyly whispered, leaning closer to him.
“I’m Rooster,” he said with a smile.
“Ahhh, a pilot are we?”
“Yes ma’am.” He flashed a smile and she wanted to melt.
“Well, Rooster, what can I get for you?”
“A name?” He asked. She heard the hope in his voice.
“I go by Wipeout around these parts.”
“Wait, are you a pilot?” He seemed taken aback.
“No.” She laughed. “It’s a long story. What can I get you, before the boss yells at me.”
“I’ll take a Yuengling and your number.”
She shook her head reaching for his beer. “Penny already threatened another pilot with a round when he asked for my number,” she warned.
“That’s okay, we like this one,” Penny said walking up to her. Mack felt a hand on her shoulder. “She’s staying with me Rooster. Now, let her get back to work.”
“I’ll see you soon, Wipeout,” he said with a wink. 
“If you’re lucky,” she teased with a similar wink.
She bit her cheek, impressed with herself as she turned to help another customer. It was comforting to know that things always remained interesting in Fightertown.
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