#he was a really sweet guy. he told us we were only allowed to stay if we rocked out

[xpennytrickx]

my friends and i got moved to the barricade lmfao. during the second half of the piano medley, a security guard told us that “pete wants you down there”. we were tucked all the way to the furthest right of the stage that you could be when the night started off 👇

and we were here by the end of it 👇

and i got smiled and smirked at. we locked eyes. he saw me. we were there for seven minutes in heaven. we were there for good girls go bad. all a few feet away from the boys themselves on some random stroke of luck and fate and god’s will. and pete’s will, it seems. god loves based peterickers.

#i’m absolutely writhing in joy right now #i’ve never ever gotten barricade for fob and this is the fifth show i’ve went to #he knew somehow. he knew. #i think it was because we were the only ones in our side of the stage that were listening to security #he was a really sweet guy. he told us we were only allowed to stay if we rocked out #and rocked out we did. #bunnyvommit

[mydearesthrry]

sweet nothing - h.s.

a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!

🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.

🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 1.6k

summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.

“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 

“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 

“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 

“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 

A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 

“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 

“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 

“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 

“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 

“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 

“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 

“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 

“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 

“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 

“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 

“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 

“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 

A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 

Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 

“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 

Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 

“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 

She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 

Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 

They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 

“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 

They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 

Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 

“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 

She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 

“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 

“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 

“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 

“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry <3 #harry edward styles #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shot #harry styles x fem!reader

[yanyanderes]

The yandere self aware concept is so appealing to me

The guy's falling inlove with the person in another universe? Yes, that's amazing. But, when they're yandere? That's some good shit

Imagine Donnie is desperate for reader to be with them, to the point he builds a machine that's supposed to be impossible to build cause of all the multiverse stuff but hey, he IS in a cartoon world so it isn't that impossible

The reader's so confused when they get transported into the rottmnt world, trying to process the scenerio happening to them while the guy's are so happy to actually meet you! They can protect them properly now :)

Reader getting isolated in the guy's home isn't a far fetched idea. If it guarantees reader's safety, why not?

Hey, why're you trying to leave? We're keeping you safe here!

oooh man, this one’s an old one sent back in october.

sorry it took so long! didn’t have any ideas at the time, so i kinda let this sit in my drafts and forgot to get back to it-

but anyways, this one’s a long one, so i put it under the cut.

“…it actually…!”

“i know… genius… thank me later…”

“…alright? ….been unconscious for…”

“i’m sure… soon.”

the voices all blend together. they all seem so familiar… yet (y/n) isn’t able to pinpoint who they belong to, or where they’ve heard them from, especially when their ears are still ringing.

they groan, their head throbbing in agony. what… happened? one moment, they were watching some cartoons on their laptop, and then…

they manage to pry their eyes open, only to shield them again when a bright light practically blinds them.

the ringing doesn’t stop, but it dies down, allowing (y/n) to hear the voices more clearly. they crane their head to the side and see four figures. three stand off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while the fourth is right next to their aching figure.

as their vision clears, they can’t help but think… are they hallucinating? did they have a concussion? there’s no way this is actually happening…

the figure closest to them seems to finally realize they’ve woken up, judging by the way they call out to the others.

“guys! they’re awake!”

(y/n) tries to sit up, yet the moment they do, they clutch their head in agony, a yell escaping their throat as they curl into a ball.

“hey, hey, take it easy.“

a hand rubs circles on their back. the speaker’s voice sounded so concerned for their well-being… hang on. they know that voice- in fact, they know all their voices!

“it’s you-! ah!”

(y/n) turns their head quickly. maybe a bit too quickly, since the pain quickly gets worse and they clutch their head yet again.

“i just told you to take it easy! here, lay back down.”

large yet gentle hands rest on their shoulders, ushering them to rest. even so, (y/n) stays upright.

“i- i know you! i know all of you! you’re- no, there’s no way…”

do their eyes deceive them? the fuzziness in their eyes slowly dissipates, and-

no. no, they don’t. these are in fact four talking mutant turtles standing in front of them.

“there’s no way, no way! i’m dreaming, aren’t i?”

“no, this is no dream, we are all very much real.”

“but- you’re from a tv show! this- this is so weird.”

“you think that’s weird?! imagine being us! we’re just minding our business, testing out mystic weapons, when all of a sudden we hear cheering!”

what?

“not gonna lie, it was kinda creepy at first, but-“

“but you were so sweet, we couldn’t help but love it!”

mikey wraps his arms around (y/n) and pulls them into a hug, the sudden motion making them woozy yet again.

“you called us cool, you cried when we cried, you cheered us on!”

“you- you heard all that??”

“of course we did! and can i just say, you were absolutely adorable while you were gushing over us.”

it takes a moment for (y/n) to process all this information.

they wake up on a table with a throbbing headache… in one of their favorite cartoons… and now they’re being told the characters were watching them as well.

this is kinda cool, but mostly… really freaky. especially with the way they’re acting with them.

“i- um- thanks?”

(y/n) is admittedly really nervous talking to them face-to-face, especially after learning they had been listening to everything they said about them.

“i’m- it’s a pleasure to meet you, but… how am i here?”

“oh, you have me to thank for that! you see, with me being the genius i am, i managed to construct a machine that could transport you from your dimension into ours!”

he what.

“you… what?!”

“i know! incredible, isn’t it?”

“there’s a way to go back, right?”

“you wanna leave already?”

mikey’s excitement quickly dies hearing (y/n)’s words. he releases them from a hug, and they can see the panicked, almost frantic look in his eyes.

“i mean, it’s really nice meeting you all, i just… have a lot of business to catch up on in my world, and i’d like to get back as soon as possible.”

“but- but- there’s so much we still have to do!”

“and you said you loved us, didn’t you? every time you showed up, you’d be all over us!”

“i know, i just-“

their eyes dart to donnie, hoping he would butt in to help their case. donnie and leo give a quick glance at each other, with leo giving donnie a small nod.

“of course. we understand, pulling you from your dimension and forcing you into ours was wrong, and we apologize. we’ll get to work immediately to rectify our mistake.”

(y/n) lets out a relieved sigh, happy to hear they would be going home soon. though, was it just them, or was donnie acting a bit… off?

they had little time to think on it when mikey’s grip on them returns, this time nearly crushing their ribs.

“donnie, what’re you doing?! they can’t leave yet! raph, tell them they can’t leave yet!”

(y/n)’s gaze flickers over to donnie, who was currently working with the machine that had brought them there. however, they can’t help but worry for the strange noises that emit from the machine…

raph is quick to distract them by stepping in the way, blocking donnie from their field of vision. no matter how they crane their neck, raph seems determined to stay in their sights.

“before you go, why don’t you rest a bit? donnie said something about headaches, are you alright? need me to get you anything? drinks? food? pillows?”

“you can have all the drinks, food, and pillows you want if you stay!”

“but i can’t, i have a life to live! family to take care of, friends to visit, a home to go back to-!”

“this can be your new home!”

the desperation in mikey’s voice only gets more noticeable as he talks more and more.

“we’ll love you, we’ll take care of you! you won’t have to worry about visiting anyone! we’ll give you everything you want!”

by this point, (y/n) had started struggling to get out of mikey’s death grip. what is up with these guys?? they never acted like this in the show!

“i already told you, i can’t-!”

BOOM

they’re interrupted by an explosion off to the side. no. no, this isn’t happening. raph steps out of the way and, to (y/n)’s horror, reveals the completely obliterated machinery that was supposed to bring them home.

“oh dear! it looks like my invention has spontaneously combusted! what in the world could have caused such an unfortunate event?”

(y/n)’s knows that tone of voice. the almost robotic way of speaking donnie uses only when he’s trying to lie. he did this on purpose.

“ahh, such a shame.”

leo doesn’t even try to hide his lack of concern, given his relaxed- almost pleased- expression, and the way he wraps an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“how long will it take to fix that thing?”

“if we’re lucky, perhaps a year.”

those monsters.

“oh well. hey, don’t worry about it! you’ll love it here!”

liars.

“we’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! we’ve got a room just for you, with all your favorite snacks, and a bunch of games and movies we think you’ll enjoy!”

psychopaths.

“don’t worry, (y/n)! we’ll take care of you. we promise.”

‘take me home’.

didn’t know how to end this-

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere raph #yandere leo #yandere donnie #yandere mikey #yandere #yan-asks

[dessertpanda]

Goku x Vegetas Daughter

"Y/N" Trunks called out into the forest where his elder sister was busy training. "You sure she's here Trunks?" Goten asked also in search of his sister figure "KAHMEHAMEHAAA" there was a yell off in the distance and a large blast followed "FOUND HER" both boys perked up at the sound. They where quick to take off into the air following the destruction that was left behind. "Okay that was awesome, but you have to make sure you use you hips more when you send it" The boys landed next to her and Goten's father. "Ah dad, what are you guys doing?" Goten asked with Goku standing there with his hands on Y/N's hips showing her the movement he wanted her to do. "Oh Goten, Trunks Hey guys" Goku smiled brightly and released Y/N hips. "I was showing Y/N how to get more power behind her Kahmehamha" Y/N stood straight and looked up at Goku. "Thanks for the training session, Dad refuses to help me with my form" She said bowing in thanks. "It's not a problem at all, always a pleasure when it's just the two of us" Goku brought her into a side hug, his arm slung over her shoulder.  "Oh yeah, Mom said the feast is ready, she said we're just waiting on you Goku" Trunks remembering as to why they where there. "OH YEAH, I'm starving, come on Y/N we better not keep them waiting" Goku was already in the air the two youngsters following suit. "Oh um a-actually, Mom said she doesn't want to see Y/N right now" Trunks frowned as he told his sister what their mother had said "WHAT but Y/N had a full day of training and she's hungryyyyy" Goku wined at the information. "Dad maybe it's best if we leave her, m-mom not happy you've been spending so much time with her either" Goten said. He was trying to keep his farther out of the dog house. "but, Y/N, are you?" Goku was so sad, Him and Y/N where like best friends, they battled, hangout, and even took the boys training together all the time "Oh it's okay Goku, go eat I'm sure you're hungry. Plus I'm um mm Fasting thats right, a cleanse" She lied, she knew he would offer to stay or bring her food but that would only get him in trouble with his Wife. "You sure, I could" "No no go enjoy, I'll be here like always" she smiled and ushered them to leave. "Well okay, I guess we better go then" and with that the boys took off heading towards Collapse corp.  "Dad you have to stop running off with Y/N" Goten complained " Yeah Goku, Mrs.ChiChi thinks you're cheating with my sister" Trunks complainant as he circled to the other side of Goten. "WHAT, that's insane, sure Y/N is sweet and really pretty and a great fighter but I love ChiChi, it's just nice having someone to hang with that can match my energy" Goku confessed while looking back "She makes me feel normal, you know?" He look back forward. "I get it dad we love Y/N too but nobody else does" Goten felt so sad whenever discussing her. "But i just don't understand, She kind, smart, powerful, and just perfect" Trunks defended his sister. "I agree Trunks, there has to be more to her and Vegeta's history then what we have been told" Goku face changed to one of determination "and I think we need to find out" "Yeah, lets do it" the boys where more than excited to find out why their beloved sister was hated so much. "I thinks we've been left out of the loop and I want in" Goku said "ALRIGHT OPERATION UNCOVER IS A GO" Trunks cheered before they began their decent to the ground. 

"GOKU WERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Goku was already saddened by his wife's voice. "AHAH ChiChi hey, I've just been training with Y/N" Goku said a light sweat forming. "WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT THAT BITCH" Chichi ignited with straight furry. "She's a whore who just wants in your pants" she glared at Goku, If only looks could kill. "HEY, DON'T SAY THAT ABOUT MY SISTER" Trunks desperately wanted to defend his sister but he was never allowed to. "TRUNKS" Bulma holler walking in with Vegeta "What have I said about calling that THING you sister" Vegeta scolded him. "I,- DAD SHE'S YOUR KID" Trunks was almost in tears "He's right Mr.Vegeta" Goten intervened "Goten, shush" ChiChi was quick to silence him. The boys always argurded about Y/N especially Trunks, He loved her deeply but today a new voice intervened.  "You know Vegeta, I've always wondered how Y/N came to be" Goku pushed the conversation on. "I've already told ya, She was a Fling back when I was working with Frieza" "Right but that doesn't explain why you hate her" Gohan was now involved. He had always been fawn of the girl, but his mother had forbidden him from talking with her as they grew up. "I never asked for her, she nothing but a burden that is utterly useless to me" Vegeta set the cup he was holding down. "Plus she's far to weak to actually be my child" he had a smug look on his face. "Naw I don't think so Vegeta, She's really strong. I've seen it myself" Goku was determined to defend her as much as he could "ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR KAKAROT?" Now Vegeta was enraged. So Bulma stepped in "Now boys please, Goku you know we don't accept Y/N because she is nothing but a danger, and Vegeta said her mother was rather hot headed meaning she could explode at any minute" "But Vegeta's hot headed, why is Y/N any different?" Gohan asked. He has never truly accepted their reasons but he had always respected them being thats how he was raised. "BECAUSE Y/N'S MOTHER WAS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS" Bulma yelled in anger her veins showing and pulsing. "Damn Bulma cool your tits" Goku was surprised by her sudden outburst. "Kakarot just drop it" Vegeta warned. "No" for once Goku was taking his stand. Y/N is very dear to him and He wants to know why they should hate her. "GOKU" ChiChi was surprised by her husbands serious tone. "Kakarot" "Y/N is very dear to me, she's one of my best friends and both her and I deserve an explanation as to why she's hated" Goku was stern with his voice "So do they because they love her" He said pointing to Trunks and Goten. "Kakarot" Vegeta interrupted in a much softer tone. "ARE YOU CHEATING ON CHICHI?" Bulma threw out a rather large accusation "WHAT" "I KNEW IT GOKU, YOU'RE ALWAYS OFF WITH HER" Tears where running down her face it's like the women could cry on command. "TELL ME DO YOU FUCK HER? HUH YOUR BEST FRIENDS KID? DISGUSTING MAN, SHE'S LIKE A CHILD!!" Chichi was balling and hyperventilating. She was angry one second and now shes this. Goku was so confused "WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME THAT?" then it clicked,  Goku was suddenly very aware of what was going on. Bulma and ChiChi were hiding something and they created a scene to cover it up pinning him as the villain. "THAT'S NOT FAIR, ACCUSING ME OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Goku tried to defend himself but as he looked at his friends for support, all eyes where on him with nothing but hate. "I think, I thinks you've done enough damage" 18 said coming to hold ChiChi.

"What, I-I didn't do" Goku was cut off by a swift punch from Krillin. "Goku, I thought you where better than that". The emotion that Goku felt was so unreal, How could they not even let him defend himself, and even worse think so little of Y/N. "Fine, I'll leave, But don't come calling for me to save you" Goku hovered above the ground doing one last look through the group. He saw a distraught Vegeta, as is he was regretting something. He didn't stick around to listen tho, a quiet goodbye and with that Goku left, flying back to the only comfort he was guaranteed to always have . Y/N. "DAD/GOKU WAIT" the young boys got ready to follow before they where intercepted by their mothers. ChiChi held Goten close crying about how she was betrayed and heart broken and how she needed comfort from her son, her child who she knew loved her. "M-Mom let go, HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT" the sudden energy spike from Goten surprised her and she released. She was expecting him to listen like he always did but he retaliated.  " Y/N is very kind and Dad loves you, H-how could you" Goten had tears in his eyes now, "Come on Trunks let's go" Goten pulled Trunks out of Bulma's grasp. "Trunks you leave, you'll be in deep shit" Vegeta threatened. Trunks looked at his parents right in the eyes and said, "Makes sure it's so deep I'm at the same level as you" They then took off to the sky in pursuit of Goku. 

As Goku landed in the forest, he was quick to start his search. "Y/N" He yelled. He walked aimlessly for a good minute till "You won't find her like that" a voice spoke from behind him "Boys!?" He was surprised to see both Trunks and Goten. "You boys should go home, They hate me, no need for them to hate you too" Goku had a look of utter defeat, like his whole world just came crashing down. Which is kinda did in a sense, Lost his Wife, Home, his friends and all because their was a damn secret that 'had' to be kept. "Dad, w-what happened back their wasn't your fault for once, t-that was just scary" Goten admitted beneath his breath. "Yeah Goku, that wasn't right" For the first time in forever Goku felt like crying. He was genuinely heartbroken. Sure he married ChiChi because she tricked him at first but he came to tolerate her enough to considerate love and he loves their two wonderful kids. Then his best friend that he grew up with, was the one that accused Him of being the cheater. She's known him the longest and to think she thought so little of him "Trunks, d-do you know where Y/N is, I really need her" Goku was so defeated that he was admittedly asking for help, he was on the verge of begging for it. "Y-yeah" Trunks began to lead them. It genuinely scared the boys to see Goku, the worlds savior like that, hollow almost life less. He was stripped of almost all his will to fight, he even left without eating. "She has a house she built, it's huge too" Trunks was almost bragging about it. Making an attempt to brighten the mood "But you need to have a secret code to find it" he walked right up to the mountain wall and began to feel around.

"Trunks?" "FOUND IT" Trunks interrupted Goten. "Dear the gods" he began. "My family is not always my blood," Trunks took a breath "bless the all father, This mask has seen life through death, this is a honor" as he finished the wall began to shake, splitting in the middle and forming into the shape of a door. "Come on, there's not long till it closes" Trunks rushed the other two in after him. "TRUNKS IS THAT YOU?" Y/N voice came from somewhere within the house. "YEAH AND GOTEN AND GOKU" He hollered informing his sis of the extra guests " Ah Goku, Goten, I just finished Dinner" Y/N had came from the stairway down the hall. She was dressed for bed in her Bowser P.J pants and a black tank-top. "Welcome, I could sense you guys, sorry I just got out the shower" She apologized while trying to dry her dripping hair. "Ah it's no problem Y/N, just glad you could have us" Goku smile was back but it wasn't as bright as it usually was. Y/N was quick to notice, and seeing his slight red eyes told her everything she needed to know. "Hey boys, why don't you go set up the guest room, I'm assuming your staying the night?" Y/N knew the answer but she just want confirmation. "Yep, is that okay?" Goten asked while Trunks was already up the stairs. Y/N bent down to Goten height, "Of course baby, go help Trunks tho, sleep over" she did little jazz hands to emphasize her excitement. "THANKS Y/N, I LOVE YOU" Goten was quick to hug her then sprint up the stair in tow of Trunks. Y/N smiled but it faded as she adjusted her view onto the man who had settled in on the couch. "Goku, you okay?" Y/N was caution, this was new territory for her. "Have you ever fucked up so bad that your life fell apart?" Goku voice was nothing more than a whimper. Goku cursing surprised her slightly. "You know I'm a fuck up" Y/N sat next to Goku, opening her arms for him. He was quick to fall into them. "Y/N, tell me, why are you hated?" "I-uh, I really shouldn't say m-my farther will be mad" Y/N had made a promise to keep their history private. Even though he hated her, she still respected him. "Y/N, I-I lost everything..." Goku took a shaky breath in.  Wide eyed Y/n ran her finger through his spiky hair. "Goku, what happened?" her whispered voice sent a calming chill down his spine. "ChiChi and Bulma accused me of cheating with you, and then everyone turned against me. my friends, my wife, my best friend, everyone" Goku finished with a hiccup. He adjusted so he was now laying on her lap "But, why, you do so much for them" She felt tears, did this really happen and why would they turn so fast? "They where mad I was with you, then they stared saying bad things about you, a-and I wanted to defend you but then I asked what happened in your past, that's when it all went down hill" small tears striped down her face. 'did he really risk everything for me?' she thought to herself. She felt horrid, she would hate to lose Goku but if it was his happiness or hers "Goku, I'm not worth your happy life, just apologize and then promise to never see me again, that should fix it" She wanted him to be happy, the people who love her where always suffering because of her. She didn't want that. "Goku you have a wonderful family, wife, friends, if they don't want anything to do with me then leave me, I'm not worth all your happiness" Y/N grew up being told she was worthless, she didn't want Goku to waste his life on her. "You know Y/N thats really selfish of you" He was now staring right at her, feeling her tears drip onto his cheeks fusing with his own, "My life is amazing because you're in it, You're my best friend Y/N, life without you this wouldn't be as fun" He smiled up at her, a real smile. "Oh Goku, you are my best friend too, and I" She was interrupted by the pitter patter of feet running down the stairs. "Y/N, WE FINISHED" Trunks yelled, in search of her, " Yeah can we eat now?" Goten asked finding them sitting on the couch.

"Oh, I'm guessing you told her?" Goten asked seeing both of them crying, he was scared but he did what he felt was right, however "D-Dad, where are we going to live?" Goten had come to that realization while setting up the bed, He didn't want to go back home and he knew they where searching for them. "Umm I'm not sure yet buddy but we'll figure it out" Goku only hoped to calm his poor son who was trapped in the middle of this whole mess. "What do you mean figure it out? The answer seem pretty clear to me" Y/N said removing Goku from her lap and standing to comfort the boy. "Here obviously, I have enough room as long as Trunks is okay with bunking?" She looked over at her brother for approval. "HELL YEAH, I GET AN ACTUAL SIBLING" Trunk would be more than happy to share, especially with Goten. "Goku, you can take my bed tonight since the other room isn't ready yet" Y/N picked both Trunks and Goten up and made her way to the kitchen "No no I'll take the couch, really" Goku was not usually one to give up a good sleep but at the moment he felt like he should. "Goku, my wonderful monkey alien, you have had a long night, please take the bed and rest up" She set the boys down and began to plate their dinner. "Y/N you are to good to us, also I thought you where fasting?" Goku only now realized that she had made a feast. "I uh  Iliedbecuaseiknewyouwouldinsiteonstayingwithme" She said really fast, Goku only being able to catch lie. "really, Y/N?" He had a fake pout. "Oh shush, eat up and then go shower and off to bed" She set the plates on the table and allowed the boy to got to work. "THANKS FOR THE FOOD" they said before digging in.

"Y/N, the waters getting cold" Goten complained from the tub he was sitting in. "That means baths over boys, time to get out" Y/N unplugged the drain and set two towel for the boy on the toilet sink. "okay, dry up, P.J's on then we'll hang and then bed. Deal?" She question while heading out the door. "DEAL" both yelled as the door shut behind her. "Okay boys bathed, me bathed, now to check in on Goku" she made her way towards her bedroom which was currently the temporary home for the hero. "GOKU" she knocked on the door, waiting for a response. "Yeah, come on in" once she got her reply she enterned, and found the man snuggled up in her bed, tucked in nice and cozy. "I see you're comfy" she laughed a little. "Very," he said with a smile " alright get some sleep, I'm gonna put the boys to bed, if you need me I'll be on the couch" She left him quietly and shut the door behind her.

Not to long after that the boys where tucked in their bunks and sound asleep. Y/N settled herself on the couch with a blanket and pillow, slowly drifting into sleep. Being tired from the training and emotional stress. That is until heavy foot steps echoed. Y/N could only guess who's steps those could be, not even asking question she called out to him. "Goku, everything okay?" She look towards the hall to see the man rubbing his eyes, standing only in sweatpants. The site made Y/N blush slightly but she quickly got rid of it after looking at his face. "Hey um, c-can you sleep next to me?" He sounded almost scared. "I-it's weird not feeling energy next to me a-and yeah" He sounded so shy but Y/n didn't hesitate, in all honestly she had always loved Goku but she didn't want to fuck up his wonderful relationship, so she kept all emotions at bay. "you sure?" she was willing of course, however not wanting to take advantage of him in anyway. "Yeah, that would help" He grabbed her hand and began to walk with her back up to the bedroom. As they passed the many room, a soft but shaken voice rang through the silence, "Y-Y/N?" Both looked back to see Goten holding the hand of Trunks who was half asleep peeking out from behind a door. " I uh I kinda had a nightmare, c-can we sleep with you guys?" He whispered cautious of the half asleep boy beside him.  "Oh Goten come on not bud, you're to old for this" Goku knew ChiChi would always comfort Goten, allowing him to sleep with them. But he did not want to cause anymore trouble than he already was. "Oh Hush Goku, Of course Goten my bed is big enough for the 4 of us" Y/N was quick to pick both boys up and carry them to the bedroom with Goku in close tow. As they all cuddled down together, for the first time all day, Goten and Goku felt comfort and safety. "Good night boys sweet dreams" Y/N gave each a kiss on their head. "Good night Y/N, we love you" Goten said slowly drifting to sleep.  "Y/N, thank you for everything" Goku said bringing her closer "Of course Goku" "I love you Y/N" He said also drifting. "I-good night Goku" Y/N knew she couldn't say it back because she would not mean it in the same way he did. 

After that night the boys moved in with Y/N. ChiChi and Goku got divorce a few months later after trying to work things out. With Y/N'S help Goku won custody over Goten, which he was thankful for but it was messy.  They agreeded that Goten was free to visit when ever he wanted, which was very little. Bulma was still mad at Trunks so Vegeta allowed him to stay with Y/N already annoyed with Bulmas increase in bitchy attitude. Some things went back to normal, Goku and Vegeta began to train together again, making sure to avoid Bulma. But other than that everything changed. Everyone basically Blacklisted Goku, Goten, and Trunks. ChiChi and Bulma continue to spread lies about Y/N and Goku's affairs. However The 4 accused where living rather peacefully, Y/N was going to college, taking some advice from Gohan and started studying Law, she also took on a part time job to help with food and everything. Goten and Trunks mostly stayed home and were doing online school. Even Goku got a part time job, he worked at a meat factory, perfect for him with all the heavy lifting and 'punching bag' as he had called the hanging meat. He was happy that he got to pick the job he wanted. However, all the peacefulness went out the door when an invitation was deliver to Goku by Gohan to a certain women's birthday part. (TO BE CONTIUNED)

DAMN THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT WORTH IT I THINK, HOPE YOU LIKE IT, :) HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE

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luck be a (leading) lady | part 14.

[Posted 2023.08.12]

Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?

Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff

Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

Despite the documentary trailer coming out, the general public didn’t believe you and Ricky were together. According to everyone, the whole show was an act. A very entertaining act but an act nonetheless. Not that you or Ricky minded. With the increase in auditions and booking small roles, you wanted your personal life to stay personal for just a little longer. You told Gina that much as you helped her finish packing.

Her mom was back into so your roommate turned sister was officially leaving your house. Gina dragged her entire closet into your room so you two could pack up and watch a movie on the projector screen in your room.

“I can’t believe your moving. Seriously,” you said as you shoved her jackets into a box.

“You act like I’m leaving the state, I’m literally across the street.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe that old couple finally chose to live in a nursing home.”

You and Gina paused before you bursted out in laughter. It was really nice to have her stay near by. While you were friends with the rest of the drama club, Gina and Ricky were still your only close friends at East High.

“You know what I can’t believe,” Gina started. “That two of my best friends are leaving me next year.”

“Senior year. I still haven’t processed it yet,” you admitted.

A knock on the door caught your attention. Your dad was standing in the doorway with a plate of fruit. “My lovely senior and junior…”

You and Gina rolled your eyes.

“Gina, your mother wants me to remind you that she’d like you home by ten thirty and that you two can talk tomorrow at school.”

“Got it.”

“Thank you, here you guys go. Let’s try to finish packing before the night is over.”

“If you really want us to finish. Dad, you could he—”

The sound of your window opening made you all turn. You laughed as Ricky practically fell into your room. He jumped up with a quickness.

“Hi, Mr. L/N. Y/N, Gina.”

“Hello, Richard. You do know we have a front door, right?” you father pointed to downstairs.

“Yeah but since you guys said I’m allowed over any time, it’s not as much fun unless I’m going through the window.”

Your dad looked up at the ceiling. “I have clearly overstayed my welcome talking to a bunch of teenagers. Okay, Gina, home by ten thirty. Richard no sleeping in Y/N’s room but you are welcome to take any other room upstairs. Bed time is eleven, no negotiations. School’s tomorrow… I can’t believe my baby is a senior.”

“Dad, Dad, there’s plenty of time before I graduate. We don’t need to start crying now.”

“Oh, whatever.”

You chuckled as your dad left the room before focusing on Ricky again. He had no problem showing affection towards you with Gina in the room because she was the only person that knew you and Ricky were a real couple. She wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about being sworn to secrecy no matter the reason but she was still just happy to be let in.

Your boyfriend sat on the bed, actually helping you pack up Gina’s closet. “I wanted to give you something but I couldn’t really wait until tomorrow. Well, both of you, kind of.”

“What is it?”

“So, I’ve had this melody stuck in my head all day and it reminded me of Y/N.”

“Sap,” Gina muttered.

“I think it’s sweet.” You leaned over to give him a peck.

“Anyway, I know you don’t really write songs but you have an ear for music Y/N and Gina does write lyrics so I thought maybe we could work on this together?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” Ricky stood up to leave. “I actually do have to get home. One of Dad’s only rules is bed by ten on the first day of school.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “Yep, it’s been a tradition since I started… and it is nine thirty so I do need to go.”

You gave him another kiss. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow… Oh! Did Lucille send you the filming schedule?”

“Yeah, I’m just glad the filming is here. Senior year away from East High would’ve been such a bummer.”

“I know right. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

~~

You leaned against Ashylnn’s locker, chuckling as you watched Kourtney and Carlos take pictures with fans. It was weird to say you guys had fans.

“So what do you think, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You focused back on Gina and Ashlynn.

“About Ash and Maddie giving each other relationship advice.”

You and Gina shared a look before you stood up straight. “I think that’s for Ashlynn to figure out but we need to figure out how to get to the drama club before we’re late for Ms. Jenn’s big announcement.”

Ashlynn’s eyebrows furrowed. “For me to figure out what?”

“Nothing,” you said with a laugh before grabbing her and Gina’s hands and leading them to the drama club.

You guys weren’t sure why Ms. Jenn called everyone in for a “surprise.” It was pretty obvious that the next play was going to be High School Musical 3. Without stupid Zacky Roy around to throw the Drama Club off their game, you guys were going right back to doing Disney TV shows for musicals. You just hoped that next semester you guys did Teen Beach Movie before you graduated.

You felt Ricky squeeze your hand once before you guys broke apart and left the drama room with everyone else to go to the Pep Rally. Staying lowkey was going to be so hard. You let Ashlynn and Gina walk in between the two of you on your way to the field.

“Can you believe auditions are this Friday? I need to pick a song,” Ashlynn said as she started searching through a list written down on her phone.

“What part are you going for Ash?”

“I’m thinking Kelsey or Sharpay. You?”

You shrugged. “Whatever doesn’t interfere with filming and my calculus homework. You know I’ve been demoted at Saltwater.”

“What?!”

You chuckled at your friends’ expressions. “Not like that. Bennet agreed that Principal dancer is too much to handle with school and filming so I’m only principal for the fall ballet since we’ve been rehearsing it before filming next month and then I’m just a first soloist for the rest of the time. It’s better this way anyway. This is the exact arrangement I’m going to having at Berklee. I’m thankful to get but my academic advisor sends me an email like every other day with updates. My inbox is dying.”

You guys sat down in your seats, finally moving to be next to Ricky.

“That still means we get to come watch you perform at Saltwater, right?”

“Yeah, you are looking at Coraline Jones in our fall production.”

Before your friends could celebrate you, the pep rally started much to your relief. You were still getting used to being the center of attention without losing the ability to breathe. Part of the reason you weren’t so prepared to be the lead in a feature film. A small film but still… The first Twilight movie was an indie film.

At least you didn’t have time to overanalyze that because the dude who played Coach Bolton was at the pep rally? You and Ricky rolled your eyes and sighed at the same time with the announcement of High School Musical 4 being filmed at your school. Just why?

Of course all the students were cheering no matter what, hoping that filming would mess with classes a little. You had a little fangirl moment when they announced one of the new stars of High School Musical 4. Mack and Dani.

Kourtney played Dani’s TikToks over and over again when you guys were at camp. Hopefully she could act because her TikToks seemed so nice. And Mack? Well you couldn’t help but squeal a little when they announced him.

Your friends looked at you causing you to laugh. “You don’t understand, I had one of the biggest crushes on him when I was little.”

“Me too!” Gina said with excitement. “Mark and Spark was my comfort show.”

“You know, he was supposed to be the first male lead in the movie I’m filming and my heart stopped until he cancelled of course.”

“Well now we know why,” Ashlynn said before focusing back on the stage.

You leaned your head on Ricky’s shoulder, having felt him tense up behind you. He relaxed when you grabbed his hand for a brief moment.

“You know I don’t mean anything by it. It was just a stupid celebrity crush,” you whispered.

“Celebrity crushes are still crushes.”

“Well then it was a stupid little crush. Is that better?”

“Yeah,” Ricky said with a squeeze of your hand.

You made a note to stay at Ricky's for a late dinner later after ballet rehearsal just to make sure he wasn’t still jealous. This relationship really was new territory for the both of you. But that would have to wait because now it was time for a second surprise in the drama room. You were getting real sick of surprises. And super sick of the security guard trying to block access to the drama room because of “filming”.

“Ahh!”

You all turned at Kourtney’s scream.

“Corbin Bleu?”

“Oh great,” Ricky muttered.

“Okay, okay. I deserve that a bit. But I am here to make amends. I know that documentary wasn’t what any of us expected.”

“Seb isn’t talking to me.” Carlos pointed out.

Ashlynn nodded along with him. “Yeah and Big Red is in Cairo for six months.”

“I hear you but we’ve found a way to make it up to you.”

“Uh, who’s we?” you asked with a raised hand.

You heard footsteps before you saw the people attached to the noise. You couldn’t believe it. Standing right in front of you was the original cast of High School Musical. Honestly, Corbin might have actually gotten you guys the best apology gift ever.

Featured extras in High School Musical 4? That was sick! So was everyone character development. You had to admit that you didn’t see Troy and Gabriella being in couples’ therapy… because you thought they would’ve broken up freshman year of college since they were such an on and off again relationship. The entire class was giggling uncontrollably at the prospects of being together on set.

Kourtney raised her hand. “Well, if the movie is going for authenticity casting a drama class to play Ms. Darbus’ drama class then Mack and Dani should consult us. The real life kids of East High.”

“This is why she’s the smart one,” someone said as you all high-fived.

Apparently, the OG cast thought she was brilliant as well because it didn’t take them any convincing. She was immediately assigned to Dani. You playfully shook her shoulders to let her know you were proud of her.

“Do we have any volunteers for Mack?” Lucas asked.

“Right like someone who grew up loving his tv show. Or two someones?”

You tried to back out of being Mack’s guide but it was too late. You were stuck co-guiding with Gina. All you wanted to do was focus on movie rehearsals, ballet rehearsals, your relationship, school, and drama club. That was a lot of things. Guiding Mack was not on your list of things.

You acted like that wasn’t the case when you went to go see the superstar, putting on your best smile. Your eyes went wide at an almost naked man getting his calf measured.

“Oh my,” you and Gina said at the same time.

Mack looked over. “Can I help you?”

You let Gina take over as you tried to look everywhere but at Mack, feeling embarrassed and more awkward than usual.

“We are so sorry. We are real students here, only one credit on IMDb so far but anyway, we were assigned to give you a hand.”

“Yeah, I’d love to know who assigned you to interrupt my costume fitting.”

“No. That was our bad.”

“Yeah,” you offered up. “If we had known you weren’t dressed we would’ve come way sooner before school ended… Soo-sooner because you’d have clothes on. Not whatever you l-look like you, like you’re thinking of. Oh my goodness.”

“Would you mind turning around?”

You and Gina looked at each other before doing just that. “That was probably the first thing we should have done.”

“Okay. So, I do have to ask,” Gina started. “Do you still keep in touch with the dog from the show?”

“There were seven of them and they all retired to a farm upstate.”

“Oh that’s so swee—”

“Uh, G,” you cut her off. “That means they aren’t, um, currently pr—”

“It means they’re dead.” Mack had put on a shirt so you guys could turn around. “The farm is heaven.”

“Well that ruined everything,” your friend muttered. “Okay, we’re going to leave now and we can all pretend we never met.”

“Oh, I’m way ahead of you.”

“Good luck on the movie, Mack. Hope you break a leg, literally.”

“Good luck with your lives, superfans.”

You felt your face get hot as you marched up to him. “Her name is Gina Porter and can I just say, I’m so glad High School Musical 4 took you in. Acting alongside you in Sweet Pea Americano would have literally killed me… G-Gina, why did I just say that?”

“I’m proud of you.” She swung her arm over your shoulder so you guys could leave. “Even with anxiety, you always stick up for your friends.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Come on, let’s go see if Ricky got a smoothie for us at the food truck.”

While you were mortified at your actions, Gina proudly recanted the entire story to Ricky who echoed her sentiments. You guys went you separate ways. There was no carpool with Gina today. Carlos called her over for an emergency meeting of the Finer Things Club at Kourtney’s house, leaving Ricky to drop you off at Saltwater. You guys stopped at a salad bar first so you could get some real food into your system.

“Oh, Gina finished the lyrics to the song.”

“Already?”

“You know her. Once she gets started on a mission, she can’t stop until it’s complete. Do you want to hear it?”

“Of course, do you have the lyrics on you?”

You handed Ricky your phone to look at the screenshots of Gina’s song journal. Your harmonies were rough and sometimes the melody fell off but the two of you had fun singing all the way back to the car.

“Are you sure you don’t mind picking me up?” you asked him as you leaned into the driver’s side window after getting your bags from the back of the car once you guys reached your destination. “Because we don’t get out till eleven and Mrs. Porter said it was fine for her to pick me up since Saltwater is between Kourtney’s house and ours.”

“It’s fine, baby, I like picking you up.”

“Okay. Oh, don’t forget. Gina’s driving tomorrow morning.”

“I can’t believe she got a car.”

“I can’t believe she got a license.”

You said bye one last time and headed inside for you ballet rehearsals. While you were dancing, Ricky was doing homework, and Gina was laughing as she got into Kourtney’s room. Ashlynn and Carlos were already there and Kourtney… well, she was meditating at the edge of her bed. While, Ashlynn had nearly forty missed texts from Maddox. Gina so had to tell you about that when you and Ricky came over for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Her smile faded at the announcement that Kourtney wasn’t sure about doing the school musical or not. She wasn’t sure if Dani was the best thing for Kourtney. She especially wasn’t sure when her friend suddenly became supper eager and chipper to answer her phone call. Kourtney put Dani on speaker after the others swore to be quiet.

“Hi, so I was studying you. Not in a creepy way but I’m really trying to get into character as a real East High drama student.”

Gina made a face when Dani suddenly stopped the speak pretty harshly to the driver taking her to the airport.

“Anyway, you’ve got that X factor, Kourt, and I want to help you grow your footprint. But I’ve been looking through your post and to be honest I’ve noticed something.”

“It’s the honesty for me,” Kourtney said with a nervous lilt to her voice.

“If I’m going to show you exactly what it’s like to grow an audience and you’re going to do the same for me as an East High student, I want you to tell me everything you know about Ricky Bowen.”

Gina bit her tongue as her other three friends stared at each other with suspicious looks on their faces. She got strange vibes for some reason but didn’t want to act on what could be nothing. Besides, she promised you two that she wouldn’t say anything to anyone. And how could she tell Kourtney not to mention Ricky to Dani if she didn’t ended up revealing something?

~~

You looked down at your phone to see a text from Ricky.

I’m still on my way, baby. Don’t worry, I’m stopped at a red light. I’ll be there in like 10 minutes. I wish your rehearsal didn’t end so late so we could’ve stayed up cuddling.

You smiled at the text before sending a little heart emoji, nothing that would require Ricky to look down at his phone after the light turned green. You ruffled around your bag to get your water bottle, reaching for your phone again when you felt the familiar vibration of a text. Another one from Ricky.

This red light is long. Do you want to get McDonalds after this?

You shook your head, deciding it was better to just answer him in person. A groan left you mouth when you felt the vibration again. That light wasn’t going to be red forever, if he was texting while driving then you were going to scold him because that could seriously inju—

Why was Mack now following your Instagram?

(part 15)

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My, oh my—Javier Peña x f!reader**

Chapter 7 of the Unholy series

summary: Steve lets it slip to Javier why you’re in Colombia. But when you’re on your way home from a girls’ night, you and Javier let your feelings get the best in you.

word count: 5.3k

WARNINGS: doggy, hair pulling, pussy slapping, handjob, cunnilingus from behind, creampie.

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Though Connie followed through with her invitation to dinner, you were still a little surprised. Pleasantly surprised, but still. You gladly accepted, especially when you realized it would be you, her and Sofia. You haven’t had a girls’ night in a very long time and it could be exactly what you needed.

As it turned out, getting a confession out of La Quica was a challenge. Javier tried, then Steve tried, and then you tried. When you entered the interrogation room and Quica told you he’ll talk if you go sweet on him, you had to resist the urge to vomit right then and there. Luckily for you, Carrillo stepped up, proving himself to be a rightful leader.

Now, you’re not sure what happened after Carrillo took over the interrogation process. La Quica was removed from the embassy’s premises and all you knew was that Javier and Steve were the only ones allowed to chime in. You and Sofia were asked specifically to focus on other members of Escobar’s entourage, so you didn’t overthink it. You figured it must’ve been something unorthodox that not even Noonan or Wysession would’ve agreed with.

So after all, it seemed you had some free time to spare, and girls’ night was the ideal opportunity to spend some quality time with women your age.

You had to confess, you were excited.

Thursday afternoon rolled around, and you showed up at Steve and Connie’s place with a bottle of red wine in hand and your revolver in your purse. You never left home without it, just in case. Bogota wasn’t particularly welcoming, particularly to women, and with Escobar’s people at every corner, things took a turn for the worse. Better to have a measure of safety and to not use it than the other way around.

“Hi, come in!”

Connie greets you with a tight hug, thanking you for the wine.

“We got four bottles of wine now,” she laughs, taking out the glasses from the cupboard.

“So one bottle each and one to share,” you joke.

Sofia laughs as you take a seat next to her. “Where’s Steve?”

“He wouldn’t say. All he said was that he and Javi had to meet with Horacio and… that’s about it.”

You suck in a sharp breath, controlling each one that comes in afterwards. There’s no nervousness to be felt, only residual guilt.

“Do you guys know anything about it?” Connie asks, offering you and Sofia your wine and setting down a plate with food.

“We have ideas,” Sofia says cautiously, “but nothing for sure. We were asked to stay away from this particular interrogation.”

“Oh. So it’s not… legal?”

You furrow your brows, taking the first sip of the wine and feeling it warm your extremities.

“Well… maybe not entirely,” you answer.

“Okay, then if the guys don’t want us to know, we shouldn’t wonder.”

“Agreed.”

The three of you clink the glasses together, and for the first time in weeks, you feel truly relaxed. There’s nothing to disturb you, nothing to make you fidgety or angry.

“Steve says you and Javi went to college together,” Connie initiates the inevitable conversation. “You were in the same group?”

“Yep, same class. Quite unfortunate, really.”

Sofia giggles. “You never talk about it.”

“Because not many people would understand the relationship we have.”

Connie and Sofia exchange a look, then turn back to you.

“Try us,” Connie smiles.

You breathe in and out, quickly as ripping off a band-aid. Another sip of wine slips past your lips, and you decide to open up at last.

“It’s just the way it’s always been between us,” you begin. “It’s been that way right from the beginning. I don’t know, I guess we just bring out the competitive side in each other. We pushed each other to have the higher grades, the better-looking projects, the more extracurricular classes and activities… his cocky attitude always got to me, truth be told. And I suppose mine had the same effect on him.”

“You guys are competitive with each other, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Sofia says.

“Sounds like it’s a bit more than that, though,” Connie adds.

You frown. “No, it’s not.”

She shrugs, staring into your eyes with a sympathetic smile that somehow makes you feel worse.

“What do you mean?” you demand.

“Well, it seems having him around makes you want to be better, and vice versa. You bring out the best in each other.”

“But we bring out the worst in each other. I mean, at work we argue and bicker and we’re tense—“

“Usually cause where there’s tension, there’s something more.”

Sofia makes a cheeky expression towards you, one that you dismiss.

“There’s nothing more,” you almost laugh. “I—we dislike each other, we just want to outdo and annoy each other.”

“But… come on,” Sofia jumps in, “Javier’s a very good looking guy. Surely you noticed that.”

Your frown deepens and you purse your lips together.

“He’s a rat,” you say.

Both women giggle, which makes you more confused and upset.

“Javi’s very good looking,” Connie fortifies.

“You do remember Steve, right? Your husband?”

Connie moves a little closer to you, putting her arm around you. She sighs with the same radiant smile on her face, making you fear that she was about to spew something meaningful and deep, and you already know it won’t be your cup of tea.

“Look, you know your own feelings and this relationship between the two of you better than us, better than anyone else,” she says. “We’re just teasing here. But would it be so bad to… you know… like the man?”

“Didn’t you hear me before? The man’s a rat! He’s slept with I don’t know how many women before, he’s annoying and stubborn, hot-headed, cocky, grumpy and miserable… what?”

Both of them stare at you, willing themselves not to break into wide smiles.

“You do like him, don’t you?” Sofia smirks, practically radiating from how jittery she is.

“Am I speaking some sort of long-lost language to you? The man is obnoxious! He’s—he makes me so mad, so—“

Words flee from your mind, right under the girls’ eyes. This time, though, they don’t tantalize you. Even they can notice how you’re struggling with some inner emotions.

You don’t say the word that comes to your mind next. It feels immoral, forbidden.

Connie calls you out gently, gaining your attention again.

“You don’t have to tell us anything if you don’t want to,” she reassures you.

You bear nothing but gratitude towards her in this moment for sparing you the trouble of having to explain the true nature of your dynamic with Javier, especially as of late. You doubt you’d be judged, but why transfer your headache to them?

This is your mess, nobody else’s.

“Thank you,” you coo, visibly distraught.

“But can we ask… how was Javier in college though?”

To that you chuckle, thankful for the second glass of wine that Connie pours you. You take a deep breath, letting all the memories from 15 years ago resurface.

“He was… not that much different than how he is now,” you say, oddly fond of that time in your life. “A little less grumpy, maybe, but pretty much the same.”

“I just can’t picture younger Javi, life of the party, studying…”

“He wasn’t really life of the party. He showed up, had some drinks, hung out in a corner with his two friends and call it a night. I did the same, though.”

“Were you really that competitive with each other?”

“Oh yes. Whatever grade I had, he had to have the better one. Whatever grade he had, I had to have the better one. I can’t tell you how it started, it just… did.”

“You mean you were instantly enemies, right from the start? There was no… friendship, no cordiality?”

It’s surprising that you hesitate; you thought of your college memories as intact, purely objective. Yet now, looking back on the first weeks into the college start, you realize that you and Javier were quite friendly with each other. The competition hadn’t began back then.

So where did it change so radically?

“Huh,” you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “You know, you might have a point. We weren’t like this from the beginning.”

“You weren’t?” Sofia asks.

On your side, Connie sips silently from the wine, listening to your story with utmost interest.

“No,” you confirm, utterly astounded. “No, we—we were colleagues, polite and… even friendly with each other.”

“What happened then?”

“We got out first assignment, and we ended up in different teams. I’m naturally competitive and want to do a great job with everything that I do, and I jokingly told him, ‘watch out, I’ll have the better assignment’. He replied in the same joking manner and… after that, it became a regular thing.”

“But going from friends to enemies still seems far-fetched,” Connie intervenes. “It doesn’t seem like it’s just some good old rivalry. Seems like something more personal happened in between you two that set you off.”

You think hard and long about that particular time period, but there’s nothing that stands out. You just embrace it as the way you are. After all, why should you think any different? Neither you nor Javier have ever given an indication that there was something more to be felt.

Except for now.

“Nothing comes to mind,” you say after a while. “I guess underneath those pleasantries we just didn’t like each other after all.”

Then how the hell do I crave him on top of me again?

Wouldn’t mind him under me either…

Shut up. This is insane. It’s over.

“It seems this competition is helping you in the workplace though,” Sofia says. “You’re both very hardworking.”

“That’s because we want to prove each other wrong,” you laugh. “But it does help in our search for Escobar.”

“How is that going, by the way? Aside the guys doing sketchy things.”

Following a half-hour of updating Connie on the case, you and Sofia alter the subject to learn how Connie met Steve. You could have used some encouragement given how things were going in your lives.

“Sooo… you don’t hate her.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You sure pull on one hell of a show.”

Javier rolls his eyes, putting out his cigarette and finishing his beer. He agreed to meet with Steve at the bar to blow off some steam after the scene they had partaken in, and this topic of conversation isn’t entirely his taste.

“Why are we even talking about her?” he asks with as much displeasure as possible.

“Cause I’m your only friend and I’m curious.”

Javier stares unimpressed at him. “I’d much rather talk about this evening with Carrillo than her.”

“I don’t think you want to revisit what we just saw.”

Javier concurs with him, but he doesn't say it out loud. He wishes that drinking would erase his recent thoughts of that evening, but he agreed to have only one beer because he had to drive them both home.

“All I’m saying is, you can dial back on the harsh attitude,” Steve tells his friend. “We get it, you’re competitive, but it’s getting old after so many weeks.”

“It’s not something you can just turn on and off, Murphy. It’s the way we are with each other. That’s—not gonna change.”

But Steve notices his partner’s troubled figure, his momentary hesitation, and he knows he shouldn’t push the matter. However, what kind of friend would he be if he’d just drop things?

“Why are you so mad then? We’re just talkin’ about her.”

Javier grits his teeth, unable to look at Steve.

“Because the same way I don’t wanna talk about Escobar in my so-called free time, the same way I don’t wanna talk about her.”

“You did not just put those two in the same sentence.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s bullshit! Give me a fucking break. You can’t say she’s as bad as Escobar.”

“You know what I fucking mean!”

Steve is the one to roll his eyes this time, furious with his partner’s stubbornness. It’s not uncommon or new, but sometimes he cannot believe Javier’s audacity.

“If you had someone at work you couldn’t stand, I bet you wouldn’t wanna talk about them all day either,” Javier persists.

“You just said you don’t hate her.”

“For fuck’s sake—I just said I don’t!”

“Then why—“

“Because she’s infuriating! She’s so annoying and stubborn, hot-headed, cocky, know-it-all… not a day goes by that she doesn’t make my blood boil, even fifteen years later.”

Javier can barely breathe; he sees red in front of him, and in the center, he sees you, as distracting and vicious as always.

“Whoa,” Steve coos. “That’s… a lot.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if she came all the way here to spite me.”

“She didn’t. But the assumption is as stupid as you.”

Javier frowns. “Why do you sound so sure?”

It’s only then that Steve gulps, painfully aware of the beans he’s about to spill. You didn’t specify whether you wanted your confession to remain a secret, but Steve still doesn’t think he should spread the word around.

“Just a hunch,” he says.

“Did she—tell you something?”

“Huh, look who gives a shit!”

Javier makes a move as if to stand up, and Steve figures this is his one chance to give his friend a little perspective over the situation.

“She’s not here for you,” he says, grabbing Javier’s arm. “I know you’re the ladies’ favorite, but don’t flatter yourself so much.”

“Why is she here then? What does she want from me now?”

If there’s something that tips Steve about that behavior, is the desperation in Javier’s voice. He’s never heard him like that in the year and a half they’ve worked together, and he’s starting to believe that whatever Javier claims, the reality is far from it.

“She’s looking for her dad’s killer,” he blurts out. “Apparently her dad was killed on a trip to Bogota over a year ago and the autopsy revealed that he had been shot several times. She thinks it might be one of Escobar’s men.”

Javier is stunned. He says nothing as he rummages the words. Of course you wouldn’t be there for him. All he is… is a rival. A good sport. Nothing more.

Maybe a good fuck, but definitely nothing more.

It’s appalling that he feels disappointed in a sense. More so because it messes with his head and makes it spin in tormenting ways.

“I see,” he replies after a while, throat dry.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know. You look a little disappointed.”

When did I get so fucking obvious? I got some shit to re-evaluate.

“I’m sorry to hear about her father. But does she really think one of Escobar’s men killed him?”

“That’s her hunch. The only proof is the autopsy report, and that’s not much to go by. A lot of people use different kinds of bullets.”

“It’s practically impossible to figure out who used which bullets.”

“Yeah.”

Silence falls in between them; the only ice breaker is Steve ordering his fifth beer, and Javier’s loud sigh. He feels a little bad for giving you a hard time when you were probably still mourning the death of your father.

“Do you know her dad’s name?” he asks, a thought crossing his mind.

“Uh… I think she said Michael. Why?”

“If he did die by the hands of one of the narcos, he should be in embassy’s archive. We keep records of all the identified bodies, the dad’s should be there if he was just shot. And if he was a civilian, the case was investigated, which means—“

“The killer might be there, in black and white.”

Steve’s face lights up, suddenly impressed by Javier’s demeanor.

“You do care about her, man,” he taps his shoulder. “It’s very nice of you to do that.”

“I didn’t do anything, I just had an idea. Relax.”

“Why are you against being a decent human being?”

Javier sighs, lighting another cigarette. He remains silent as Steve drinks from his beer, unwilling to look at him anymore.

At least he doesn’t have to explain his mixed feelings about you anymore. And at the very least, he doesn’t have to face you tonight.

Girls’ night came to its inevitable end once Steve entered in the apartment, tipsy and lovingly fondling Connie. You hid your chuckle, relieved to see that, in Sofia’s drunken state, she would at least crash over there instead of traveling across town in a questionable cab. So you bid them all goodnight, insisting that you were fine to go home. After all, you lived two blocks away.

“Take care, sweetie,” Connie tells you as you walk out, waving at the party left behind.

You search in your purse, making sure all your belongings remain in the same place. Not a moment later, your heart skips a beat when you notice the only other silhouette in the hallway.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice low and defenseless.

“I live here.”

You take a proper look, realizing that the apartment he’s about to enter is the one right in front of Steve and Connie’s, and you exhale.

“Of course you do. What are the odds?”

“The better question is, what are you doing here?”

“If you must know, Connie invited me and Sofia over for some wine and conversation.”

“Great, so that means I’ll get to see your face in my spare time too.”

“Not everything is about you, Peña.”

He doesn’t fight you back this round; in fact, he seems distressed, somewhat sickly, and if you wouldn’t be such a good person at your core, you would’ve even ask the following question.

“What’s going on with you?”

Taken aback, it takes Javier a while to reply. “Why?”

“You look kinda sick.”

“I guess I am. Sick and tired of having to talk about you, cause that’s what I spent most of this evening doing.”

You chuckle, suddenly angering him. He remains still though, even as you approach him all benevolent.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, irritated.

“I spent my evening talking about you, too.”

“No wonder I got a headache.”

Now, in the rosy light of the hallway, you see him conceal a smile, but you don’t point fingers. You do the same. Something feels slightly different between you two. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re seeing each other outside of the office for the second time, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re feeling relaxed as opposed to constantly infuriated.

“It’s so… wild,” Javier says out of the blue, gaining your attention. “You were in my head, the whole time I had to explain shit to Murphy, but now you’re… here.”

You frown, unsure if you get where he’s headed with all that.

“Are you okay, Peña?”

He lets out a mocking laughter, the kind that makes you blind with rage, except...

Except now, in this bizarre moment, it doesn’t.

“Fuck you calling me Peña like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it,” he continues to laugh, hands on his hips as he stares at you in a mixture of disbelief and desire.

“Please.”

It’s him who moves closer to you, licking his lips and staring at you, pupils blown out of proportion.

“Please what?” he asks in the sultriest voice you’ve heard coming out of him.

“You think calling you that turns me on?” you try to laugh about it.

“What does, then?”

“You’re a filthy man.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

You swallow harshly, like there’s gravel in your throat. It’s all the more debilitating to realize that you cannot hide from him. The man reads you like the back of his hand.

“You don’t get to ask these things, Peña,” you make sure to accentuate his name. “Not when you got hard in the middle of the conference staring at me.”

“Oh yeah?”

You’re skipping rope with the line between cordiality and hatred, and your pulse races like it did that night at the bar. There’s something about his impertinence that, as much as you’d hate to admit it, gets you hot like nothing else could.

“Then you don’t get to take the high road and act like you’re better when you had to bite down on your lip to not scream my name.”

Oh, he’s filthy, alright. Filthy and vengeful, and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“It didn’t—“

“Mean anything? Yeah, I keep telling myself that bullshit.”

You can’t deny that you’re taken aback by his boldness; the soft, yet determined look in his eyes you can only categorize as an absolute weakness. It’s bizarre and confusing how he manages to stir this vile concoction of emotions from you, while being the one vice you cannot seem to shake off.

“Is it? Is it bullshit?” you ask, fear shaking you a little.

He shrugs, eyeing you up and down in the most carnal, selfish way you’ve ever seen in anyone.

“Doesn’t feel that way anymore,” he replies.

You are used to seeing him uptight and cocky and mean, the way he was a few minutes ago. This alter ego of his is making you dizzy, and you don’t want it. Not now, not when there’s the sting of wine in your veins, and the anger of your same old rivalry consuming you.

“Do me a favor, enemy to enemy,” you coo, your face in a much too close proximity to his face.

“What do you need?”

The way he asks that makes you think he’s got the same thought on his mind, and you don’t wanna waste time thinking whether you’re right or wrong.

You want the same forbidden taste on your lips, the same decadent and dirty sensation that made your body tremble, and that same rush of adrenaline only this relationship has to offer.

“Be the same asshole you always are,” you say, tugging at his collar. “You get a free pass for that tonight.”

He raises his eyebrows, his chocolate eyes now wide and resembling a lost puppy.

God, you’d loathe everything about this if you wouldn’t be so enticed by his whole being right now.

“You want me to be the same old Javier Peña you dislike,” he concludes.

“Yes. Don’t talk. Don’t say anything. Just—“

You voice dies in the silence, and Javier obeys for what feels like a premiere since you’ve known each other, and succumbs to your wish. He pushes everything else out of his mind, including the fact he’s learned about you tonight, and chooses another wrong doing.

One that’s so saccharine he could die on the spot. But he’d die a happy man.

Happy. The notion didn’t even cross his mind till just now. He hadn’t felt happiness in a very long time, if ever. And what you and he are doing is wrong and inexcusable, but it’s undeniably the most fulfilled he’s felt in years.

He forgoes any other concern, anything else that doesn’t revolve around you, at least for the time being. When you press your mouth on his, he knows the dance; it’s fast-paced and eager, and Javier wants nothing else but that.

You both stumble as you enter his apartment, a foreign territory for you that you don’t pay much attention to. You figure you’d end up on the couch again, but instead, you’re surprised when you’re being pushed into a secluded room, presumably his bedroom.

It’s the most intimate setting you can think of, particularly when you fall on top of the comfy mattress and start undressing him in a haste. This is where he sleeps, where he’s probably fucked dozens of other girls, but you quickly recall you are just another number on the list in order to not turn this into anything other than its raw meaning.

The clothes are being disposed of fairly fast; neither talks while you gaze at the naked body before you, as you had requested, so you simply enjoy the view. The dim light in the room allows you to see his bronze skin above you, the happy trail that leads to what you need from him the most, and the erection that forms right under your very eyes.

He kisses you again and again, and then he leaves a wet trail of sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, nestling his head in between your breasts as you part your legs, allowing him sufficient space to grind. You let out a small gasp when you feel his hand reaching in between your legs to find your clit, rubbing as gently as he can while his mouth remains on yours.

You feel the urge to return the favor and reach to give his cock a few strokes. Javier grunts in the kiss, pulling away from you to stare in disbelief.

“Don’t,” is all he tells you.

“Why?”

He loses the string of thought the more he stares at you. He’s unable to tell you that he could come on the spot if you touch him one more time, or that any touch of yours brings him to his knees in an instant.

“Can’t handle it?” you tease, and keep jerking him off slowly.

He grunts, eyes fluttered shut. It’s not the first time he feels someone’s warm hand curled around his shaft, but it’s the first time he feels like he’s going to explode from a singular touch. You stroke him gently, way too slow for his personal taste, and when your thumb grazes the tip, wiping the bit of precum leaking already from it, Javier loses it completely: he moans so loud you might think something’s the matter.

But you do notice the expression on his face and stop, fearing for a moment. Hell, you even broke your no-talking rule already because of this, so it better be worth it.

“Turn around,” he grunts at you.

When you fail to comply with his request, he kisses you harshly again. “I said, turn the fuck around,” he repeats, a slap falling over your pussy.

You quiver, shocked at the sensation, more so because the slick sound that emerges from in between your legs is lewd and embarrassing for your pride, but oh so ecstatic.

Javier repeats the motion three more times, more rapidly, and you finally change your position, ass full on display for him. In the heat of the moment, you realize that it might actually be better this way. This way, you don’t see him and he doesn’t see you. You don’t have to acknowledge who the person that’s bringing you immense pleasure is.

Your gasp is broken in tiny several ones when you feel his warm mouth lapping at your folds. His large hands are on your ass, holding you in place, and his tongue does its devilish dance on your core. You almost lose balance from the intense pleasure. Jesus Christ, how the hell does it feel you’ve been deprived of any touch for months instead of a few days?

One of your hands reaches to hold onto the headboard, the other barely managing to support your weight as waves of pleasure hit you from behind. Your whole body is afire, your belly set to detonate at any given moment. Javier’s mouth, as frustrating as it may be on a daily basis, is working magic against your soaked folds right now. You don’t contain your moans, even though you hate giving him the satisfaction of knowing that it’s him who awakens those feelings and sounds out of you.

Before you know it, another sound escapes from your mouth; fleeting, whispered with disdain, and you can only pray he didn’t hear it.

Javier.

It’s his name that stains your lips now as you approach your climax. His first name that you haven’t addressed him by in years that is the center of your pleasure.

Suddenly, the burning ache in your belly vanishes as quickly as it came. You turn your head and see him above you, face darkened with lust and chest heaving with irregular breaths. You see his hand drop to his cock, and you moisten your lips in anticipation. You stare back at the wall, waiting, feeling painfully empty and lonely.

But not for long.

Javier finally slips inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation. He leans into you more, burying himself to the hilt as he presses a kiss on your back.

“You don’t want me to be good?” he asks.

It’s hard to process his words, let alone come up with your own. It’s not easier when Javier grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you backwards.

“Talk,” he orders.

“No,” you manage to get out. “No, I don’t—want you to be good. If you can even be that.”

You can barely breathe, anxiously waiting for him to move. Your words trigger him as he gives his first thrust, deep and hard, causing you to choke on air.

“This is all you need, isn’t it?” he grunts, starting to rut his hips against yours, hand pulling your hair tighter. “Someone to—fuck you rough and fast, hm?”

“Yes—“

“A cock filling you up—and nothing sweet.”

You can only moan your approval when he starts railing you, rough and fast, just as he had said; the grip he has over your hair tightens even more, and your ass bounces with each thrust he gives you. The feeling of his cock pushing through your warm, slick walls is simply maddening, and he doubts he’ll last for too long. Ideally, he’d fuck you through the night, till you can’t walk or talk, but this will have to do in the meantime.

Another means to an end.

The most intoxicating means to an end he’d ever known.

His grunts fill the room when he feels his climax fast approaching. His whole body burns with your presence, his cock twitches and he instinctively buries himself inside you as far as he can. The rush he gets then is simply incapacitating: he feels his cum pulse in strong jets, moving from his balls to his cock, running along the length and then release his load into you. He freezes as he lets himself go completely, letting go of your hair and grabbing your torso instead, bringing you to his chest and squeezing your breasts with his palms. His thrusts get sloppier, further apart, and he bites your earlobe, waiting to settle down.

It takes you a while to climb down from your own high, and it’s baffling to grasp the fact that you don’t want this moment to end. Javier’s hold over your body is powerful, yet strangely tender, and you feel safe and happy.

You actually feel happy having had Javier fuck you senseless.

“So this is how to shut you up,” he coos right in your ear.

You smirk. “I could’ve used my mouth in another way that might’ve agreed with you more.”

He’s the one that chuckles now, moving his hand to curl carefully around your neck. He craves to see your face right now, to see how beautifully fucked out you look because of him, but he resists the urge. He sits there, cock softening inside of you and his warm seed spilled shamelessly, and simmers with his own miserable thoughts.

“You’re such a filthy woman,” he tells you.

The last memory of that evening, even later when you walk out of his apartment, struggling to keep your compose and ignore the feeling of his seed still on your core, is you smiling fondly at him.

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The Outdoor Market

Content Warning: a brief conversation about religion at the end

MC

"Hello!" the butcher greets when we step up to his counter. "What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to buy five whole chickens," Beel answers. He told me that he struggled the other day to not eat everything he saw before paying for it, but that doesn't seem to be the case today. Granted, I'm holding his hand to prevent him from wandering off too far, but still. He could just as easily use his free hand to grab stuff.

"Five chickens, coming right up!" The butcher pauses. "Didn't you come through here recently?" Beel nods his head.

"I was with my brother." The butcher smiles kindly.

"Ah, yes. I remember now. You were one of the tallest people in the crowd." He glances over at me. "I see you brought someone else with you today. Is that another sibling of yours?"

"This is MC." The butcher grins.

"How wonderful! I remember you telling me about them. I think it's sweet that you guys moved closer to them after graduation." I was not aware that Beel came up with a cover story. It would have been nice to know beforehand so that I could play along and not mess up any details.

"They really mean a lot to us." Beel squeezes my hand, looking over at me with a loving gaze. The butcher glances around to look for customers before leaning closer to us.

"Allow me to offer you some advice," he states.

"Advice?" I repeat. "What kind of advice?"

"I'm going to let you two in on the secret to a long, healthy relationship."

"I'd definitely be interested in hearing about that," Beel responds, causing the butcher to softly smile.

"Well, the main thing is that you both have to respect each other. You each have to let the other live their own life without interfering too much, and you need to stay interested in each other. As long as you consistently do these things, you'll be good."

~~~

"So, what exactly did you tell the butcher the other day?" I ask Beel. We've dropped off the chicken at the house, and now we're currently sitting on one of the benches outside.

"Oh, that," Beel remarks. "I told him that you were an exchange student at the college we went to, but it was several hours away from where you lived, so we couldn't come over to see you very often once the exchange program ended."

"But then once you guys graduated, you decided to move closer to me so that we could see each other more often."

"Exactly." I like that he came up with something plausible. I wonder if anyone helped him hammer out the details of that story, or if he did everything by himself.

"What did you think of the advice?"

"I thought it was interesting. Do all human world butchers offer secrets to long and healthy relationships?" I shake my head.

"I think it's just a quirk of this particular one."

"I see." Beel pauses. "I wonder if we've been doing the three things he suggested."

"You and your brothers?"

"Well, yes, but I was thinking more about you and me." Interesting.

"Do you want my honest opinion?" He nods. "If we're solely judging by those three criteria, I think that my relationship with you is the healthiest one that I have with you guys."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're the only one out of your brothers that actively tries to not interfere with my life too much." He doesn't respond for a moment, appearing to mull over my words.

"I suppose you're right," he eventually agrees. "They either drag you into their drama or do things behind your back to alter certain aspects of your life. I know they do it because they love you and want to spend time with you, but some of the ways they choose to express it...it rubs me the wrong way.

"They want things to be perfect for you, even going as far as to try to eliminate anything that might cause you pain or hardship. But it's impossible. Life is supposed to have challenges, and not just trivial ones, either. Everything you've gone through, both good and bad, has made you the person you are today. You're strong, MC, but you're also kind. And smart. Incredibly smart." He pauses. "I think my brothers forget that sometimes. You're not just some clueless sheep that needs to be guided in the right direction; you know where you're going."

"Is that left over from your Celestial Realm days?" Beel nods.

"It was drilled into us constantly. This is going to sound harsh, but we were taught that humans were dumb creatures easily tempted by sin. Part of our job was to keep them on the path of salvation because they were too stupid to do it themselves."

"Even though we were created to have free will." He sighs.

"I've never understood that."

"Free will?"

"No. That's simple enough. What always confused me is why we had to exert control over humans. Due to free will, some of them will inevitably choose a different path than the one we planned for them, and that should have been okay. If it wasn't, then why did God--our Father--give humans free will in the first place?"

"Some say it was a test to see if humans would choose the path of God on their own."

"Maybe, but then why punish those that choose differently?" He shakes his head slightly and sighs. "I'm sorry, MC. I didn't mean to get all religious on you." I reach out and touch the top of his hand.

"Don't apologize. I appreciate the insight."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #i introduce to you: philosophical beel #i don't like how beel often gets reduced to an airhead jock who only thinks about food #i don't like how many of the characters get reduced to a couple character traits #but that's beside the point #i like to think that beel isn't stupid #after all #he's thousands of years old #he's bound to know a thing or two outside of food

[knight-dwx-09]

Return

After a long comfort from Juniper and the young girls including the still confused reaper and trying a different method to separated them like the boost himself and used the leaf which merely lead him to find himself once again. They were ready to went back to Remmant.

Oh yeah, Neo chose to stay there to fix herself. Nothing he should worry about, though he wishes the best for her.

After departing through the door, the five of them meet with the tree in her human form.

She began to retell the story of the god of brother, where two beings were created in the ever after for the purpose to take care of the place. Soon enough, they started to create a living being like the Curious Cat to fulfill theirs and even more. But their experiments became too much for the tree to handle, so it constructed a door to the greater beyond, allowing them to create even more.

She also say that how a dishonest path could cause a unfortunate change, and the horrible things about broken hearts is that there’s nobody send them back for the repair while holding the wooden statue of the cat.

The said cat suddenly hissed in his mind at the comment, seemingly irritated by what she just said.

He had asked if she can remove the cat from him. However, she told him that it was beyond her power, saying the cat and his soul had completely fuse together. If she severed it by forced, his soul will be damaged permanently, worst he could die.

Great, there’s nothing he could do to kick the cat out without gambling his own life.

She also give him Alyx’s knife and he became young again when he grabbed it, joy spread through him as he hold his own young face. He never thought he will never see it ever again, although he was dumbfounded by his own voice when he speak.

CCat: I prefer the old you. It’s much cooler and got the mature aspect around it.

And just like that, his happiness get wash away into the sea.

Soon after, the blacksmith open a portal behind them, a doorway back to Remmant.

CCat: Ohhh, This is so exciting! I can’t wait to see your world. I have been wondering the food there, how is it taste? sweet? Salty? And does the nugget really look like a dinosaur? I also want to meet your friend, especially this Oscar boy who have a old man inside of him. I have a ton of questions for the wizard like how it feel to inhabit the boy body or where the other soul go after he absorbs them. Agh! There’s simply too much I wish to know and see.

His eyes twitch in annoyance, letting out a sigh.

Weiss: Are you really fine?

Jaune: I… not really sure. Not only he irritated me to no end with his questions, I’m still afraid what’s this would do to me, how will it affected my mind as time goes by…

He turned back to Weiss with a confident smile that showed his resolve hadn’t falter.

Jaune: But I won’t let this stop me, I will find a way to get this bastard out of me if that’s the last thing I do.

Seeing him so lively in spite of his condition, all of them smiled.

Yang sling her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing him against her chest and ruffling his hair.

Yang: That’s what I’m talking about! You can’t let that lying pussy win, we are gonna kick that kitty butt as soon he leaves you!

Blake didn’t say anything, merely giving a supportive smile as she place a hand on his shoulder.

Weiss: I can ask for the scientists’s help in Vacuo. I don’t know if they can do anything, though it’s still worth a shot.

Ruby: Don’t worry Jaune! We, team RWBY, are going to help to split you and the cat apart even if it takes years.

Jaune smiled at the young girls, proud for having a great friends around him.

Jaune: Thank guys

CCat: How can you say that Jaune? After everything we have we went through, we are practically a best friend.

Jaune promptly disregarded it.

Blake and Yang were the first to leave as they hold hand, follow by Weiss and then Ruby after she said thank you to the lady. Being the last one to leave, he started walk towards the portal, looking forward to reunion with his team and everyone after years of living alone.

Blacksmith: Wait!

He halted and face back at her.

Jaune: Do you need something?

Blacksmith: Can I request you a favor?

Jaune: what’s that?

Blacksmith: The cat, I know he can be very handful and immature.

Jaune: That put it Lightly.

Blacksmith: But he used to be kind hearted, he simply walk down the wrong path… And he need a good guide like you in his life to help him through. I know this a bit much of me to ask, but... Please, be at his side no matter what.

Both stared each other, not utter a single word for a moment. He turned back and marched into the light as he gives his answer.

Jaune: I will try.

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby jaune #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #rwby volume 9 #rwby curious cat #Cat Arc AU #rwby volume 9 spoilers

[anangelwhodidntfall]

We’re Going To Be Parents: Peter Ballard

Stranger Things Masterlist 

word count: 745

request: listen listen. so a Peter Ballard x Fem!reader the reader is around in her late twenties. where they were in a secret relationship and he helps her escape the lab.

You and Peter had been in a secret relationship for almost two years now, he fell in love with how kind and sweet you were despite working for Dr. Bennett. You were like a ray of sunshine in the lab and the children seemed to enjoy it eventually one day Peter found himself opening up to you which he hadn't done in a long time and it seemed the relationship blossomed from there.

Peter had been thinking about running away from this place with you, so that maybe just maybe you two could live a normal life being married, having children and a house to grow old in, instead of staying here and having to constantly hide your relationship.

"What are you thinking about my love?" You asked running your fingers through his hair.

"What it would be like if we could leave here and live a normal life...Have you ever thought about that?" He asked looking up at you.

"Every day I wish it could be reality." You said sadly making him sit up and look at you.

"Then let's make it. Let's make a plan to get out of here and start living for ourselves instead of someone else." He said lacing his hands with yours.

"You mean that?" You asked looking at him.

"I do. Just give me a few days to finalize everything and then we can plan to leave here and never look back, okay?" He asked you as you nodded.

A few nights later Peter came to you and explained the plan and how the next night you two would leave during the guard changes and how he had a getaway car and where you two would be staying for a few days figured out.

"You really thought of everything." You said looking at him with a smile.

"I did...I told you nothing was going to stop us from leaving here tomorrow and starting our lives together." He said.

You two escaped and made it to the hideout house where you would stay for a week while Peter's friend finished getting your more permanent place set up the only downside is that you had gotten sick.

"Baby that's the like tenth time you've thrown up today alone, maybe we should take you to the  hospital." Peter said as held your hair back and rubbed your back.

"No hospital." You said as you brushed your teeth.

"Fine none today, but if not better by tomorrow then we're going because something is wrong with you." He said.

"Probably just a stomach bug or something. But to ease your worry we'll go." You said as you walked into your room and took a seat on the bed.

The next came and you were feeling even worse so you allowed Peter to take you to the local hospital despite you not wanting to go at all. The nurse got you two checked and you couldn't tell who was more anxious between you and Peter, who kept his hand tightly on yours until your name was called.

After explaining your symptoms and asking you a few questions the nurse suggested that you get some blood work done first then they would have you change into a gown so they could do a sonogram on you.

"This will be cold for a minute." She said to apply some gel to your stomach as Peter kept hold of your hand.

"Just as I thought..." She said moving the wand around your stomach.

"You guys are pregnant, I would say maybe about 4 weeks it's still in the early stages. So I am going to recommend some resources to you guys and get you set up for your next appointment." She said as you lay there stunned, you never suspected that you were pregnant.

"I'll go grab those resources and give you two a minute to talk." She stepping out of the room.

"Peter baby I had no idea..." You start to say but he shushes you.

"No need to apologize, while I would've loved to be more settled in our new home. Starting a family with you is something I've always wanted." He said.

"I can't believe we are going to be parent's." You said looking up at him through glassy eyes.

"I know, but there's no one else I rather do it with. I love you Y/N." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you Peter." You said leaning your head against his.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard fluff #peter ballard fanfic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

[selenacosmic]

Romance in the office.

Chapter 26 - Tension in the room.

I was just finishing up my work for the day, it was already getting dark outside during this time. Despite all the chaos of the previous days, things at work seem to be going well and back to normal. I could only feel immense satisfaction as I finished all the work as perfectly as possible. Going back to working in my office felt great, specially now that I am not fake dating anyone.

Stretching out while leaning back on my chair, I was already anticipating going back home with shingen. I wonder if he had already finished his work…

Before I could even get up from my seat, I hear a knocking at the door followed by Yukimura’s voice. “Hey, Selena? Are you in there?”

Great, just as I was finishing working. “Yes, you can come in.” I called out loud enough so that he could hear from the other side. He pushed the door open right away, looking a bit grumpier than usual.

“Ah, you are done with work. Good, I need to talk with you about something.” He takes a seat across my desk, almost like he was in a hurry.

I never seen Yukimura this serious before.

“Ok, sounds like something important.” I gestured for him to proceed with what he wanted to say, meanwhile I occupied myself with cleaning up by desk from all the work I had during the day.

“I know about you two officially dating.” That got my attention, but i didn’t reply to him, allowing him to keep talking. “I know this sounds weird, but I really got to know, are you really sure about what you are doing?”

That… caught me off guard, making me stop in motion at his question. “Am I sure? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s good that shingen has gotten into a serious relationship, but It keeps bothering me that you agreed to also help with our… situation so easily” Yukimura seemed to be choosing his words more carefully, something i didn’t think he was capable of. Then again, when it comes to our boss, he usually gets more attentive.

“Listen, Yukimura, I get that you are probably skeptical about me helping you guys, but I plan to dedicate myself to this.” Still, as much as i understand his point of view, i couldn’t let myself be unmotivated. From what shingen had told me, they have been in this battle for independence for years now in secrecy, having someone joining the cause might throw Yukimura off guard.

“It’s not like I don’t know that, but we have tried about everything to solve this. I… just don’t want to see you get your hopes up for nothing.” Oh..? Did Yukimura come talk to me because he was worried about me? I thought this was only about our boss, but it seems like I was clearly wrong.

“That’s very sweet of you, actually. But I have prepared myself to keep coming up with new plans to help if things don’t work out, I was plenty aware of how difficult this would be even before I started dating shingen.” I wanted him to know that nothing could easily tear me down, not as long as I stayed focused.

Yukimura looked at me as if he was judging me, almost like testing the sincerity in my words. Finally, he let out a sigh and relaxed against the chair. “Sometimes I think you two are a bit too similar.”

“Similar…? You think Shingen and I are similar?” Personally, I couldn’t agree with that statement, i wasn’t a great and strong leader like he was. Though it felt like an honor to be seen that way by Yukimura.

“Kind of, you both are stubborn as hell.” Ok, I take it back. “But I think that’s a good thing, it means you two never give up on what you set your mind on.”

“I would argue that shingen is way more stubborn when compared to me. Then again, I can’t imagine him being any other way.” I could see Yukimura rolling his eyes, if I could read minds I bet he would be mocking me for saying lovey dovey stuff in front of him.

“Talking about me in secret? I hope this isn’t a meeting to talk badly about me.” Both of us were caught off guard by that voice coming from the door. Shingen was standing there while smiling at us.

“Hey, don’t go acting like we were gossiping about you.” Yukimura crossed his arms in disapproval, though he didn’t seem really angry about it.

“I was searching everywhere for you two, only to find out that you were here talking behind my back.” His voice has a playful tone to it, he made his way towards us with long strides forward. Before i knew it, shingen had already walked behind my desk, leaning over me to plant a kiss over my temple. “Are you finished with work?”

I couldn’t help but lean against him, feeling his body right behind me felt comforting after a long day of work. “Yeah, I just finished it. I was hoping I could go see if you had finished yours as well , but it looks like you got to me first.”

“Ugh, great… it was better when you two were awkward around each other.” Yukimura got up from his seat, presumably because he didn’t want to be near us. Though his words bugged me a bit, as far as I remember I was the only one really awkward when we were fake dating.

“You really learned nothing from me, did you, Yukimura?” There was a disapproval sigh coming from Shingen’s lips, shaking his head lightly.

“I don’t want to remember those weird summer classes you made Sasuke and I watch. In any case I better leave you two alone.” Before he could receive a response, Yukimura was already walking out the door to escape any lecture that Shingen could give him.

“A tough student, that boy is. But he has potential.”

“.. what summer classes was he talking about?” I thought that if anyone could teach others about dating and romance, it would be Yoshimoto. He was the one who taught me after all.

A smile appeared on his face, almost nostalgic as if he could remember fond memories. “There was a time when I could see the boys’ struggles to interact with women properly, specially inside the company. So I decided to give them special classes.” He talks about Sasuke and Yukimura as if they weren’t grown adults yet, it did suit him to be like a father figure to them.

“Huh, and yet you didn’t give me classes?” I crossed my arms playfully while questioning him, part of me wanted to know how his teaching was.

“I can teach those two easily as they have no knowledge in the art of seduction, but trying to teach a goddess? That’s tricky.” He smoothly slid his hand under my chin to catch my gaze. “I would need to implement a new teaching method for this to work.”

My whole body had shivered just from his words, it was making me anticipate something more when we got home. “Well… I am always open for new knowledge.”

His smile grew wider, our lips brushing slightly because of how close we were. “… I better stop now before we make a mess on your desk. Here, let me help you carry your things.” He reluctantly pulled away, which made me miss his warmth, though I understood where he is coming from.

Then again, there was always later when we were in his room. “Thank you, dear. We should get going then.”

I got to admit, it was very disappointing to end this here for now, but I didn’t want to do this here when anyone could walk in. We both had gathered our things from the office, going back to our apartment in his car.

—————

Once we were finally home, we both went ahead to get into more comfortable clothes. After we started dating, I had been staying with shingen a whole lot more in his apartment. At this point it felt like I was moving in with him given the amount of time I spent here.

After I exited his room wearing one of his more warm shirts, I let myself rest on the couch, stretching my body to finally relax. Shingen was reading a book right beside me. While I was laying down, he was sitting up straight with my legs resting on top of his. At first I felt uncomfortable with this position, worrying that it might bother him, but with time and his reassurances that it was ok, it became natural for us to stay like this whenever we were resting.

“You usually read that book a lot throughout the day, what is it about?” I noticed it had an old cover, a bit beaten up by time. It was common for me to catch him reading it whenever we had free time.

“This is the art of war by Sun tzu, it’s an old book that I have since I was a child.” Wait, I believe I remember him mentioning it before. He must be really attached to it.

“If we weren’t in the modern days, i would think you are some sort of warlord.” He had the profile to be one anyway, shingen was a great leader in the company, inspiring everyone to do better.

He chuckled lightly, placing his hand over my legs. “It might not seem like to some, but this book has valuable lessons that can be applied in any situation. Even at work, even in daily life.” He closed the book without bothering to put a tag on it to remember which page he stopped at, likely because he had read it so many times to the point of memorizing it.

“Does that include the summer classes?” I wouldn’t let this subject be forgotten, not after we had to stop it abruptly in the office. Besides, we were finally alone at home…

That question seem to have brought out the flirt in him, Shingen moved closer, resulting in us having to change our position until I was sitting on his lap. “It could. Though i did say that I would need a different method to teach a goddess.”

“I would love to see what method you can come up with.” Our lips met shortly after, almost a relief from holding back earlier. With our normal work taking over our schedule and the meeting with his grandfather approaching, moments like this were perfect. With so many things to worry about, we needed a break for ourselves.

His hands were resting on my hips, not in a hurry to move from there. This time, it just felt good to get lost in the kiss, taking things slowly. We had the whole night to love each other after all. After being still for an agonizing amount of time, his hands began moving upward, lifting the shirt I stole from him up. “Stealing my clothes again? I thought you had brought some of your own.” His teasing voice brought heat to my cheeks, I did take his shirt without thinking first.

“I forgot about that… it just feels natural to grab one of yours.” His lips were already making their way to kiss my neck, getting close to my ear.

“I don’t mind… it’s good to see you wearing my shirt.” His voice sounded breathy against my ear, making me melt even more against him.

It’s true that soon we would have a lot to prepare for, the meeting was going to happen in a few days and it was one of our more risky plans. But tonight I just want to focus on him, to let him lead us through the night.

To be continued…

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikesen shingen

[aceofnace]

I'm so disappointed in what happened with Nace. Way too much unpleasantness for me, I wish we could have a do over. They were so wasted.

Even if they get together at the very end, they've been so tainted for me. It's clear the writers don't really care about them or how could this have been allowed to happen? Don't even get me started on Tristan and him getting everything we wanted for Ace and Nancy. I'm just sad and angry about Nace. Nothing can make them better for me. The show is already over. I'm supposed to hold out hope an entire relationship can be developed in 4 measly episodes when last episode Nancy and Ace didn't even share a scene? We're supposed to be happy with scraps? This is Nancy Drew and her endgame we're talking about, it just sucks. I really feel used, like we promoted this show for Nace and then got strung along every single season to only get a last-minute rushed together endgame if we get anything at all? This is not how you write good romance. We were used.

This was also my initial reaction after 4x09 (which...admittedly...I still haven't even watched; everything I know about the episode comes from what I've seen people talking about on Twitter), and also, of course, 4x06.

(This may end up being very long, so I'm adding a cut here)

WHY did they choose, in the FINAL SEASON, to give Nancy and Tristan a slow dance, and not Nancy and Ace? Tristan showing up at Icarus Hall in a rented suit holding flowers and asking her to dance? Imagine how swoon-worthy that would've been if it had been Ace, not the guy who was created by the writers to appear in only a handful of episodes the final season with no real shot with Nancy? Make it make sense! Or don't even get me started on the flirty text thread! Are you freaking kidding me? With Ace, her texts have always been simple responses like "no" or not any response at all (even after the one where he told her he'd be more romantic after the curse was broken, and he then asked if she was still awake...she gave him NOTHING!), but she gives full, cute responses to the guy she's literally known for less than 2 weeks? Again, make it make sense!

I've been so frustrated by all of this, just like you, until I really stopped and thought about it last night. First of all, Ace can't even attempt to do anything romantic. He ended things in 4x03. Told Nancy to move on. Which was very understandable, given what happened to Nancy after the ritual. He's already been giving her mixed signals, so attempting to do anything other than stay away will just make things worse between them right now. And there was such a small window between when Ace found out Nancy had feelings for him at the end of 4x01 and when they tried to break the curse in 4x03 that he didn't have time for any grand gestures. Besides, it's hard to be romantic when you've got a death curse looming over you.

Now, the curse. The curse can be used to explain away why we're getting no romantic moments between Nace this season (because Ace will die!), but then one can also ask, "why tf is the curse still here? Why is it being dragged out to the end?" And look, I GET IT. If you're thinking that, I'm right there with you. But it is what it is, and since the curse is still here and ruining any chance we have of seeing sweet, domestic Nace before the finale, I'm going to make the best of it with what I'm about to say about it.

The curse has ruined everything. Or has it? Yes, it's just a plot device to keep Nace apart until the end, probably because writers don't like getting their main ships together for fear people will get bored after. And since these writers probably held out some hope (no matter how foolishly) that they'd maybe get a season 5, they were going to make sure Nancy and Ace didn't get together until the finale...or heck, maybe not even until sometime NEXT season if they'd been lucky enough to get one! But plot device aside, this curse is actually the best thing that's ever happened to this ship. Why?

Because it sets them apart from most other mundane ships. Nancy and Ace could've gotten it on back in season 2. Jealousy was at an all-time high for both of them. They obviously wanted each other. I was so sure a hookup was imminent. And if they had given into their urges and gotten freaky with each other in the back room of The Claw (my dream at the time), they would've already broken up by now and gotten with other people in serious relationships until maybe getting back together in the end. I actually prefer what's happening now. Because even though we aren't getting the sweet, cute, romantic scenes Nancy is being given with other love interests, what we are getting is soulmatism. Nancy and Ace are two people who love each other. Who are in love with each other. Who are the loves of each other's lives. And their inability to be together just makes their bond stronger even as they're drifting apart. Because it's showing them, showing us, they don't want to live without each other. It's showing us that sure, other hot guys can hit on Nancy and make her smile and take away her pain for a moment, but at the end of the day, it will always be Ace. Ace is her true north. Her person. Ace is the one she wants to be with forever. And we know it's no different for Ace.

I really don't think we would've gotten all of that with Nace without this curse storyline. And I personally love that I can say my otp are canon soulmates.

Look, it's easy to be mad at Tristan for getting all the sweet moments with Nancy (and I am, trust me!) but honestly, what's the big deal about slow dances or seashells? It's way more romantic to risk your entire future to break someone's father out of prison without even being asked to. It's way more romantic to drink potential poison to prove someone's theory is correct and to keep her from getting arrested. It's way more romantic to make a deal with your shady relative in exchange for helping to save someone's life. It's way more romantic to almost let an entire city drown in a tsunami just so you can live a long, happy, not-cursed life with the man you love. Nancy and Ace's romance has never been conventional. It's been slow and gradual. Organic. Their love for each other blossomed through trust and admiration, not flirting or cheesy romantic gestures. And that's okay. To me, that's more than okay. Because that tells me that once the show ends with them together, I can feel pretty confident in my headcanon that they are staying together forever. One day, they'll get married. Start a family. They'll grow old together. Yeah, we won't get to see it, but we'll know without a doubt that's how their story will go.

And I do believe whatever sweet moments Nancy has shared with Tristan this season will be completely forgotten about as soon as the curse is broken. Ace himself said in a text that he would be more romantic after it's broken, and I believe him. That boy has loved her for so long but hasn't been able to express it—either because he didn't think she could love him back, or because expressing it could literally kill him. Once nothing is holding him back anymore, he's got years of loving her in secret to make up for. I'm sure he's had all sorts of romantic ideas forming in that brain of his this whole time, and now he'll finally be able to do something with them.

Maybe we'll only get to see one or two moments before the show fades to black, but I will gladly accept whatever they give me and will just be thankful knowing my ship made it out alive and happy.

With all this said, I can totally see where you're coming from (and my response is in no way trying to convince you to think like me!) and I'm so sorry Nace has been tainted for you. Every time we get an episode that has little or no Nace interaction now, it breaks my heart. I hate it. It makes me so angry. But I'm still holding out hope that it has all been for a reason and that the writers will wow me with a big twist. Maybe I'm just being naive, and if that's the case, I'll take the L . If not, then maybe, just maybe, this can all be salvaged in the end.

#just a warning #if you send me an ask #i'll probably write you a novel for a response #gah i hate seeing so many people unhappy with nace #this has been so many people's comfort ship #and it does feel like their potential has been wasted this season #it makes me so sad #but i'm ride or die till the end #nace #nancy x ace #ace x nancy

[idololivine]

eiden for the ask meme?

First impression

I had zero expectations going into the game. Didn't even know what characters there were. And then they hit me with one of the most charming protagonists I've ever seen, and I was hooked.

Impression now

Same positive sentiment, but deeper! He's funny and sweet. He means well but fucks up sometimes. He's kind of a judgy bitch but so am I, and he reigns it in for the things his loved ones really care about. He has layers upon layers of abandonment issues. He was (is?) hypersexual in a way that was getting him into a lot of danger and now sex is his way of deepening his connections and healing. Protagonist of all time.

Favorite moment

There's this moment in FG Olivine's R4 where Eiden says he's going to "pop this prayer crystal's cherry" and it's the most insane way to phrase that sentence. Olivine doesn't even acknowledge it. It's so fucking funny.

Idea for a story

There's that t4t top Eiden/bottom Quincy fic I mentioned before...

Also in my long running omegaverse AU, Eiden's original world didn't have a/b/o dynamics and so he's none of the above. Doesn't have pheromones, can't smell pheromones, etc. So in a world of Magical Boysmells that he can't smell... Garu's is the only one he can, because Garu's is due to him being a wolf yokai and not because of omegaverse. I also don't know what would actually happen in the fic though.

Unpopular opinion

bottom Eiden isn't superior and I'm tired of being told otherwise. embrace switch Eiden or die by my hand

no your blorbo is not uniquely deserving of a monogamous romantic relationship with Eiden please google polyamory for me. when you're ready you can also look up relationship anarchy but I know that might be too complicated to understand so no pressure

Favorite relationship

I knooooow I disqualified Olivine before but I disqualified Eiden at the same time for them both being cop out answers. So that means I'm allowed to answer them for each other. That's how this works

Anyway, EiOli. They have this dynamic that's incredibly sweet and affirming and supportive, but crucially - for my arospec ass - it doesn't read like a romance novel. Like, for a lot of the other guys it's very "they're so IN LOVE it's so ROMANTIC they are ROMANTICALLY IN LOVE don't you feel ROMANCED." Romance is an inaccessible emotion to me and if you keep shoving La Romance TM in my face I'll just tune out.

Back to EiOli - they're affectionate and intimate, but in a way that reads more queerplatonic than romantic to me. They support each other, but aren't wholly dependent on each other; Olivine's healing depends mainly on himself, and Eiden has his own shit (mostly) on lock. Also they fuck NASTY. Olivine's h scenes really embody sugar and spice and everything nice.

Runner up though, if we're disqualifying Olivine anyway... EiGaru snuck up on me. I'm a sucker for "choosing to stay" type stuff (oh the arospec fantasy of someone choosing to stay even though I can't love them the "right" way). Though I can't quite wrap my head around EiKaru still, and they're a package deal. Shrugs.

Favorite headcanon

Do headcanons have to be canon compliant? Which understanding of headcanon are we using here...

Trans Eiden with phalloplasty. That's it, that's the headcanon

#my posts #asks #zizz asdf re r o u #nu carnival eiden

[daughterofthereaper02]

Tipsy And Sleepy

Summary: Jake gets to deal with his two cuddly girlfriend's and Maverick finds out too much about his kid.

Pairings: Jake Hangman Seresin x F! Mitchell! Reader x Natasha Phoenix Trace

A/N: I really just wanted to write something short and sweet about the three. What better then soft Jake? Only for his girls though😉

Warnings: Drinking, mentions loss of virginity

You leaned into your girlfriend as you giggled, your boyfriend rubbing your back. You and Phoenix were tipsy (borderline drunk) and very giggly, Jake was having to deal with you both while staying sober as he was designated driver tonight. Everyone but Bob, Jake, and Maverick were either tipsy or drunk as you sat at the bonfire in your father's backyard.

Payback brought up the topic of how everyone lost their virginity when everyone started playing 20 questions that everyone has to answer. "C'mon guys, I really don't want to know how my daughter lost her virginity" Maverick said. Rooster snorted, he was very drunk "It's not that big of a deal, it was me. I saw seventeen and she was sixteen" he shrugged. You laughed "It was in the back of his car. We just wanted our first time to be with someone we could completely trust" you told them and leaned into Natasha. Your father sat there in shock as he didn't realize the two of you would have done that despite you and Bradley being best friends, you were never like siblings but extremely protective of each other.

Your boyfriend and girlfriend both knew this and got over the fact since neither of you had those types of feelings for each other. "Really?" Payback asked in shock. Bradley nodded "Mav had yelled at both of us for some stupid shit we did and we left. One thing after another happened and bam!" Bradley said clapping his hands "We lost our virginity" he laughed. Everyone was laughing and started telling their stories.

It wasn't long before you were starting to get sleepy and moved into Jake's side as you started falling asleep. "Tired?" He asked you softly and you nodded, barely able to keep your eyes open. He leaned over to Natasha who was a little more sober and asked if she was ready to go home. When she told him yes, he grabbed all of your things. "We're going to head out guys" Jake said and helped you stand before helping Natasha stand. You and Natasha were very sleepy at this point and said your goodbyes, Maverick telling Jake to text him when you all were home. You both leaned into his sides as you tiredly made your way to the car.Jake helped you both into the backseat so you could lean on each other during the ride.

By the time you all got home you two were both a little more conscious but needed help up the stairs still. He helped you grab clothes while he texted your dad and then helped you both get ready for the night. Jake laid down in the middle of the bed, allowing you both to snuggle into him. He would never admit it but he loved when you both got tipsy because you both became very snuggly afterwards. For two feared female pilots you were total snugglers. He also loved to take care of you both and help you however he could because you were always so independent.

"Thanks Jakey" you whispered, nuzzling your head into his chest, "For what?" He asked, running his fingers through both of yours and Nats hair. "For taking care of us" Nat finished. You both fell asleep clinging to Jake. He took the opportunity to take a picture, setting it as his new home screen on his phone. "Goodnight sweetheart, goodnight love" he whispered and kissed the top of your heads as you slept. None of you would ever admit to being this soft but for each other you were just the sweetest people.

#top gun #top gun: maverick #rooster top gun #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #pete 'maverick' mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace x reader #natasha 'phoenix' trace #natasha trace #hannix x reader #hannix #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader

[bucky-h0e]

Of Summer Days and Winter Nights

A/n: So this is the first chapter! It will only be a sort series, as this is my first attempt at writing a full series. I usually just do Social Media Au's or headcannons. I am happy to receive any feedback! I hope you guys enjoy it! Definitely not proof read and definitely a little bit all over the place.

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Chapter One

The kingdom was bustling with excitement as the workers of the castle went about making the final arrangements within the grand hall. With the guests arriving soon, and so much more to be done, Y/n decided that it would be best if she stayed out of the way for the morning. Knowing that, if she were to help, she probably would make the situation more stressful for those trying to organise the mass amount of bodies preparing the room for the 'opening ceremony' as her father had called it.

Really, it was a lavish excuse to see old friends and potentially find love alongside it. At least, for Y/n anyway. She had met with multiple suitors throughout the years, knowing most of them and rejecting just as many. There was no one in the land that she hadn't met and saw a future with. Except of course, her dear friends that she had met through her lifetime; even that had been scarce. The only three people who had been so lucky included; Lady Maria Hill, Lady Natasha Romanoff and Lady Yelena Belova.

They had all met by chance at another of these gatherings, held within the Kingdom of Asgard, ruled over by King Odin. It had been where Y/n also met Prince Thor and Prince Loki, both having come back from battle. Her father, always reluctant to visit his old friend, begged her to go with him and keep him company - that had lasted for all of ten minutes before he wondered off to talk to said friend.

It was then that she had bumped into a sulking blonde, annoyed that her father had dragged her to that event. After agreeing with her, the two became quick friends sharing stories of their childish fathers. After meeting her sister and friend, the rest had become history. Y/n knew that no matter the road she decided to take, she would always have her three friends supporting her. Her father, deemed this to not be enough and urged her to at least give one man a chance this time round. It had been why so many kingdoms had been invited to the two week long festival.

Preferably, courting would be announced between the first night and third day, with marriage being announced by the end of the two weeks.

"It's how your mother and I did it." Her father stated when she questioned the 'ideal' timeline. Of course, her father and mother had been madly in love at first sight. He smiled as she reminded him of this.

"My sweet girl, when you find yourself so deeply in love with one person, you can't help but move that fast. Any day could be their last, it's best not to waste time on if, buts or maybes." Fondly, he reached forwards to tuck a loose hair away from her face, "That is why we raised you to speak your mind and be confident when doing so." The pair both smiled at each other before leaning back in their chairs, Clemont sighing softly as he mutters, "It also adds to my greying hair."

Sighing, Y/n began to make her way to the library, knowing her father would most likely be there 'reading'. Sleeping is more the term she would use, that or he would be munching on some cake he managed to convince one of the cooks to sneak him. Despite being King, it was clear that the servants working within the castle cared too deeply for the royal family to allow any harm to come to them - including health issues. During one of his check ups from the royal physician, it was decided that the King's diet would need changing before it got out of hand. The only way they managed to get him to agree was to compare her father's diet to that of King Odin, for once, King Clemont's odd rivalry with Odin became of help.

Smiling at the memory of her father being told his diet was worse than Odin's and the up roar that had caused, Y/n opens the doors to the library. Looking around until she spotted the man she wished to see, she walks along the main aisle to the window which over looked their gardens. Spotting him lounging on a chair with a book in hand, she was surprised to find him actually reading.

"My King," She announced her presence with a smile and a bow, waiting until he gestured to the chair next to him with a small grin.

"Princess, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He hums, folding the corner of his page. A shiver ran through her at the sight as she sat and rested, her posture remaining straight.

"I was wondering," she starts, looking out of the windows to watch the hard work being done to decorate the gardens. "Who exactly will be coming to this festival? King Odin perhaps?" She glances at him and hears a scoff in return.

"Unfortunately." The kings mumbles, "The fool would probably start a war if he was not invited." Sighing softly, he tilts his head in thought, rubbing his beard. "Well, Lord Stark, of course."

Y/n nods, of course Lord Stark would be attending. A party wouldn't be the same without the Stark house causing some sort of mischief. No doubt his lovely wife and friend would be there to make sure he does not get too out of hand.

"Lord Fury will be there, presenting Lady Hill." Another nod. "Lord Shostakov, presenting Lady Romanoff and Lady Belova." Again, she nods, she had already been informed by the ladies themselves. Sighing, she drops her posture, fully resting on the chair. "Anything I don't already know father?" she teases.

A laugh leaves his mouth before he hums in thought. A grin breaks out and he glances at her, pulling out a letter from him pocket. Glancing at it, she saw the symbol of the Blank Panther and gasps. The kingdom of Wakanda had made it's return. It's had been away, mourning the death of his father. From what she understood, upon seeing a weakened kingdom, they had faced many threats from outsiders. Of course, King Clemont had offered his assistance but Wakanda and her people were adament that they could handle themselves. They needed to do it to prove that no matter what, they would stand strong. The last she had heard, her old friend was now reigning monarch.

"T'Challa?"

With a nod, the King hands her the letter, smiling happily. It had been his wish once that they would be wed, T'Challa and Y/n. But alas, T'Challa had his heart set on another. Yet, his loyalty and friendship with Y/n remained strong, with his letter promising the presentation of three new suitors. Y/n blinks, glancing at her father.

"He's presenting this year? I'm sure Princess Shuri said she wouldn't be coming." She muses, wondering how T'Challa managed to convince his sister into this.

"She's not, I believe. At least I hope not, I don't have enough chambers set up if that is the case," Clemont frowns, looking our the window and beginning to question whether or not he'd ordered for the right amount of rooms to be made up.

"Then who is he presenting?"

The King shrugs. "Suitors for you I'd imagine. You know how fond of you he is," He smiles softly before turning to a maid nearby, asking them to prepare a few extra rooms just in case. After she bows and takes her leave, the king relaxes back into the chair and looks at his daughter.

"And why would he bring suitors just for me when there are plenty of other fine young women in the kingdom?" She looks at him, eyebrow quirked. Chuckling, the older man shrugs and shakes his head, "He is your friend, princess. He wants you to be happy just as I do. Besides, I highly doubt Shuri would allow him to do something like this for her. Let him have his fun." He gazes out the window with a sigh, smiling softly. This would be the year she would find love, it had to be. Hopefully, with T'Challa bringing more suitors, Y/n would finally find the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

The pair sat in silence for a little while longer, watching as the last finishing touches were made in the garden. A knock at the door interrupts their peaceful silence. As the king calls for whoever it was to enter, the door opens quickly, banging the walls slightly. Only one person could make that kind of entrance. When Y/n looked over her shoulder, sure enough there was Lord Anthony Stark in all his glory. He bows ever so slightly, never the one to follow customs to their fullest extent before he walks towards the pair.

King Clemont II and Sir Howard Stark had been close friends. Brothers in battle and rivals in the ballroom, they were well known amongst the young ladies, having many maidens fawning over them that the men had once turned it into a competition. Safe to say that their future wives very quickly shut that down, way before they were ever married. The bond between the royal family and the house of Stark continued after Howard's death, with the title falling to Anthony and Clemont taking him under his wing, finishing the training which Howard had started.

They hadn't grown up together, but Y/n did see Anthony as an ally, distant but still trustworthy. She was sure that if she had been born male, then the two would have shared a relationship similar to their father's. They were close enough to be informal with each other, though it wasn't clear if this was because they respected each other enough to do so or that neither of them simply cared for the others titles. Admittedly, there were times where his actions annoyed her, but she was never in the position to say anything; they were always harmless anyway. At least, for now.

"Lord Stark! What a pleasant surprise!" The King exclaims, standing from his chair and holding out his hand for Y/n to take. Doing so, she stands and prepares to greet the man standing before them. "Lord Stark." She bows in greeting, lowing her head before standing upright, her posture straight and proper.

"Clemy, Y/n, you are aware your guests are here and yet the king and princess are no where to be seen?" The man muses, watching in amusement as the King gasps and readies himself to leave, his hand dropping Y/n's own. "Very improper," Tony scolds playfully, offering his arm to Y/n. With a roll of her eyes, the princess takes his arm and the pair wait for the king to move before they follow, keeping pace as the group walks out of library and down to the grand hall, where their guests were undoubtably waiting.

Entering the hall, it seemed just as lively as it was before, except this time, Y/n was sure that not a single bit of the floor was even visible. The bottoms of capes and skirts brushed the flooring, the intricate designs of the royal mark hidden amongst the mix of fabrics. Their mark branded the walls, small banners and flags fixed to the large columns towards the sides of the room. The light was warm, having been given by candles which hung all around, Y/n wondered how many people it had taken to light as many candles as their were. How many times would they have to be replaced before the night was through? She searches the crowd, trying to spot the familiar faces of her friends. Frowning, it takes a while before she sees a familiar head of red hair, next to blonde. Natasha and Yelena. Nodding to them in a quick greeting, she can tell that they two are looking for the final member of their quartet. Never before had Y/n seen so many people in one room before, in fact, the hall seemed far too small.

Nobody wanted to squeeze in together, why would they. Most of the people in the room were high status or royalty. Servants stuck to the edge of the room, trying to organise this mess before anything got out of hand. Men were getting restless, annoyed with being in such a small space as one another, all trying to impress the women that surrounded them. Finally, Y/n spotted Maria. She was in the middle of a group of men, displeasure clear on her face as she grimaced at their sorry attempts to impress her. Feeling for her friend, Y/n nods for one of the King's guard to aid her by making a pathway towards her caretaker, Lord Fury. With a look up to her friend, Maria nods thankfully before walking towards the taller, one eyed man, not subtle in giving him an earful for leaving her in that situation.

With a smile, Y/n shakes her head, standing at the bottom of the steps, just enough ahead that she wasn't apart of the crowd but that the King held the attention of the room. Tony leaves her there, ensuring that she is safe behind the barrier the King's Guard had made, before entering the crowd and standing beside his wife and a younger, brunette boy. He was skinny, clearly uncomfortable in the clothes he was wearing, as if he was not used to the material. He must be who Tony was presenting, she recognised him from her visits to the Stark house. Looking through the crowd, she can't help the frown on her face. She had found Maria, Natasha and Yelena. But T'Challa was no were to be seen. She could see Princes Loki and Thor, Lord Banner and Lord Barton, his family who he would undoubtably be presenting alongside their newest addition, Lady Kate Bishop whom he had taken under his wing the past year.

The king clears his throat, standing at the front of the room. Sighing, she looks towards her father, sad to not have been able to spot her old friend.

"Everyone! Your attention please!" As if by magic, the clatter and noise which once filled the hall stops as all attention turned to Y/n's father.

"Firstly, I would like to thank you all for your attendance! This is the first time something of this scale has been done, we have many kingdoms joining us here. It is my privilege to host this Courting Festival. Please, make yourselves comfortable." He smiles, looking at the crowd.

"Your chambers have been prepared and your luggage already taken to them, please be patient with my staff as they guide you through the castle halls. As you are all aware, there will be an itinerary, which has been drawn up and will be found in your chambers. Our first event is the Moonlight Ball tonight where each person will be presented and introduced, preparations have already been made. Please, freshen up and return to the Grand Hall within the hour, there is no time to waste! If you don't act quickly, you may find your one true love to be snatched up by someone as equally charming," The king jests, some laugh along with him, others are not too fond of the idea of competition. He continues anyway.

"I hope you all enjoy the festival and your stay at this castle. Even more so, I hope that you all find someone dear to you." With that, the crowd all bow to the King as he steps down, his hand reaching for Y/n as she smiles.

"Did you practice that father?" She muses, kissing his cheek softly as she hears her name being called. He chuckles, "Entirely made up my dear, now go. Your friends are calling, I have nurse maids waiting for you all in your room, their fathers have already been notified." With a final kiss on the cheek, Y/n turns and walks towards her friends.

Upon getting closer, it seems that none of them could contain their excitements as they ran to each other, grasping one another and holding themselves tight together.

"Thank god! I thought I may have to punch my way through the crowd earlier," Maria states, pulling away slightly, rolling her eyes at the men which eye the small group of women. Y/n laughs.

"Exactly why I cleared the path for you Maria, can't have these men walk around with bruised egos, there's plenty of time for that within the two weeks." The women all grin and nod, infamous for showing up their most annoying suitors.

"Please, let us get away from this room, the smell they are releasing is terrible," Yelena groans softly, her accent shining through. "It's like a fog, it feels as though I should swim my way out." The group begins their trek to Y/n's room. Arms linked and strides in sync with one another.

"So, a little bird told me Prince T'Challa is making his return. Will he be bringing his wife and child? Or will he bring an infuriated Shuri?" Natasha muses, grinning at Y/n as the latter rolls her eyes.

"King T'Challa is in fact coming with suitors, not brides." Y/n confirms, looking at the red head on her left.

"No Shuri? So we will have to rely on Stark to entertain us for the next two weeks, sounds exhausting." Maria, who stands on the right of Y/n groans. "Besides, where was T'Challa? I didn't see him in the hall." Shrugging, Y/n turns her attention to Yelena, who makes a noise of amusement on the other side of her sister.

"He'll probably make a dramatic entrance. You know him." The blonde shakes her head as they enter Y/n's room, their dresses and nurse maids ready to dress them and prepare them for the ball. The women separate, their conversations continuing as they prepare for the night.

"You say dramatic and all I think of is Stark, T'Challa would be more... elegant." Maria grimaces as her hair is retied into a tight bun and her corset readjusted. Y/n nods, agreeing. She holds the corset in place as is is tightened, taking steadying breathes to prepare herself.

"Ah, but Wakanda have just won a war. He'll make a show of their strength, through the suitors he brings." Natasha points out, sitting on the bed in order for her shoes to be put on. Yelena sits beside her, already dressed and prepared for the night ahead of them. She lets out a small gasp and scandalous grin, "Imagine the effect it would help if the suitor presented by King T'Challa would court and marry the Princess Y/n." She winks at her friend, Y/n laughs in return.

"We'll see. I promised my father to keep an open mind this time. I'm just waiting for someone... sane." She states, looking in the mirror. Her dress was much more detailed than her friends, on account of her status, which annoyed her. Sure the trouble was the same, but she wished that she wasn't so out of place from her dear friends. "Someone who isn't all, for King and Country, you know? Just someone loyal and kind." She sighs, these days it was getting harder to find anyone like that. It was a thin line, she knew, but she was sure that if she looked hard enough she would find it.

Turning to her friends, she sagged in relief at their supportive smiles, all of them dressed and ready to get this night over with. As they group together, their arms find themselves around one another's waist, forming a circle.

"You'll find it one day, you don't need to marry to be a great Queen." Maria states, bumping their heads together gently as Y/n nods. She knew that, she just didn't want to spend the life alone all the time. "Besides, if you don't find it, then we'll just come live with you." Natasha follows, grinning at her as Yelena gives off a confused look, "Was that not always the plan even if she does marry?"

The group laugh together, glancing at one another before they all follow Maria's lead in taking a deep breathe and releasing it. With a smile, Y/n breaks away first as they prepare to take their leave from her chambers.

The walk back to the Grand Hall is not silence, full of inside jokes and the sharing of memories of when the girls would torment the knights during their visits. It made the journey quicker, yet Y/n could begin the feel the nerves build in her stomach. Outside the grand hall, servants stood, forming a queue of men and women up for presentation, ready to be announced as they entered the hall.

"Well Ladies, good luck. If all goes well, at least one of us will be courting by the end of the night." Y/n states, bidding her friends goodbye as they are rushed off to their positions. She would go last, as was custom for the hosting country of balls and galas. She watches and listens as people are lead into the hall, the big doors opening and closing, the voice of the announcer echoing through both the hall and corridor just outside.

"Lady Maria Hill, presented by Lord Nicolas Fury." She smiles as Maria makes her way through the door, catching a glimpse of her curtseying to the room before the doors are closed. A couple more men and women make their way through the door.

"Master Peter Parker, presented by Lord and Lady Stark." Peter Parker, Y/n couldn't help the shock. Parker was their stable boy, how on earth had he convinced Tony to present him? Perhaps Anthony Stark truly did have a heart after all.

"Lady Natasha Romanoff and Lady Yelena Belova, presented by Lord Shostakov." Smiling again at the two remaining friends , Y/n makes her way to the back of the line. She nods politely at the few she knew as she passes, stepping forward each time the line shortens. In front of her were three gentlemen, who each bowed to her as she passed. She hadn't seen these men before, yet the looked familiar. They stood together, strong like a wall. Moved in sync like a team, if you didn't pay a lot of attention, you would assume they were the same person. Yet when Y/N looked closer, there was a clear hierarchy.

The one in the middle, the taller of the three stood straight. Short blonde hair having been recently cleaned, a blue cape covering his back. He stood slightly a head, she realised. He was the leader. He held himself as one, strong and silent, steady yet ready to spring into action.

The one on the left, he was slouched slightly. An hidden attitude present. He leans forward and mumbles something to the blonde, which they both chuckle at. He was relaxed, but still ready to take action. It was odd. He didn't have a cape like the leader, but rather, the collar of his armour was adorned with feathers. Falcon feathers, Y/n realises.

The third remained stoic. His hair long and recently washed, just like his leader. His left hand was gloved and rested on the sword at his side. He was on alert. His eyes were blue, she noted as he looked back, most likely feeling the stares she gave the group. She lowered her gaze, nodding her head apologetically as he did the same to her. His hand lowered from the sword and y/n released the breathe she didn't know she was holding. This man... he was breath taking.

As the queue lowered to just them and her, she felt the tension leave his shoulders. He relaxed for all of two seconds, before his stance became rigid again as the doors opened.

"Sir Steven Rogers, Sir Sam Wilson and Sir James Barnes. Presented by his royal highness, King T'Challa of Wakanda." The door opened, the three men stepped forward and bowed deeply. The two men following the lead of the blonde. As the doors closed, Y/n caught her breath.

She nodded to the guard to give her a second, her hand resting over her beating heart. She knew those names. The travelling knights. They went across the land, helping people just for the sake of helping. They had no loyalties to kingdoms, though she was sure they all originated in this one. They served no king nor queen solely. they only served the people who needed them and accepted no fees in doing so. They were truly, three of the most noble of knights. The one who caught her eyes, Sir James Barnes. She was sure of it, she had heard of his stoic nature, always on alert, always prepared for a fight. Wary of strangers and large groups.

She frowned, he must feel so uncomfortable. That is why he only relaxed when they were the last ones left. She would attempt to get him alone, so that he could feel more comfortable. she nodded to herself, it was the right thing to do. Perhaps, if she were lucky, he might let her join him.

Shaking her head, she straightens up as the door opens and her father slips through the crack. Worry clear of his face as he holds her arms gently, "My dear? What is wrong? Have you taken ill?" He frets.

She shakes her head and smiles shakily, "Father... I-" She stops herself. She shouldn't jump into it, she knows this. But still, she hadn't felt this feeling with any other man. And just by seeing him? They hadn't even spoken and she was acting like a little girl. shaking her head clear, her smile turns strong as she nods, "I'm fine. Just... nerves." She attempts to calm him, and he nods almost buying it. Almost.

"Nerves?" he asks and she nods, not understanding his implications, "Nerves?" He states again, giving her a pointed look, seeing right through her façade. He too had nerves when he met his wife, the look currently on his daughter's face reminded him of that day. Which could only mean.

"It's one of them!" He exclaims, clapping his hands and ignoring her efforts to shush him, "Which one? Sir Rogers?" she shakes her head and sighs, rubbing her temples. Clearly, her father could read her better than she thought.

"Sir Wilson?" He tries again, shocked to see her head shake.

"S-Sir Barnes... sweet heart..." he pauses, blinking. She frowns and steps away, "Father..." she looks to the ground, why would her father have this reaction. Shaking his head, the king steps forward, a smile of his face, "It's brilliant news my dear, just a shock is all. He isn't the most... sociable of the trio.." he admits, never one to lie to his daughter, "It may be hard to get his attention..." he frowns at the sullen expression on his daughters face. Lifting her chin gently, he traces the skin there with his thumb, "But if anyone is stubborn enough to do it, it'll be you."

Smiling softly, Y/n still couldn't escape the nerves in her stomach, her hand gripping one of his whilst the other rests on her stomach. She nods softly, "We'll speak more later dear, lets not keep your knight waiting." The king teases with a grin, laughing as she smacks his chest lightly. Turning, he nods to the guards and the doors open.

The entire room turns from their quiet whispers, the worried looks over her friends reaching her. She nods to herself, squeezing her fathers hand in embarrassment as all eyes are on her.

"Princess Y/n, presented by his royal highness, King Clemont the Second." The group bow before the royal family, the two doing the same before they make their way down the stairs. The room bursts to life once more, people re joining conversation, men approaching women, small groups forming. Y/n was glad that the attention did not stay on her for much longer, except she could feel stares. As she looks out over the banister, she spots blue eyes, never leaving her figure as she moves down the steps. Maria waits for her at the bottom, Yelena having been stuck behind a large group and Natasha speaking to who Y/n recognised as Sir Rogers. Finally, they land at the bottom of the stairs case and her fathers kisses her head before departing.

Y/n spots T'Challa heading her way, concern on his face. She spots those same blue eyes still looking at her, still never leaving her as she grips Maria's hand. Feeling her friends arms come around her she frowns, turning to her with a slight whine in her voice.

"Tonight is going to be a long night."

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🍩 - Who is Daniel's arch-nemesis/rival?

Daniel: I don't have arch-nemeses. My life is already hectic enough. Unless you count my government, but it is against me, not the other way around.

🍀 - What originally inspired Seven Seven?

This color palette!

And the fact that 7 is perfect suit collar material lol. And characters from children shows with seemingly silly superpowers that can bend reality (Umizumi I'm talking about you)

✂️ - What is one of Seraphet's worst memories?

Seraphet, physically aged 9: Hmmm... When I was eight, I really, really wanted a doggy, but my Dads didn't allow it, cuz "Messire lets you pat his dog", and "we already have Behemoth bringing in dirt and soot", and all that. So one time I saw this hellhound and I tried to pet it — it was on a leash, I thought it'd be fine — but it bit me! It hurt a lot and I cried.

Aged 17: I guess the worst time I've had was when I ran away from home at 14. I was in my rebellious phase, and it's hard to have a rebellious phase when your parents figure out solution for anything. So in the moment, I thought... Why not run away to Heaven? I really wanted to make sure Dads knew why I was leaving, so... I don't know why I told them that. I was mad attached and didn't realise. At least they didn't worry as much? Either way, I went to Uncle Samael, and he got Gabriel to get me up. And that gave me an advantage, cuz he gave me permission to be There. Otherwise I would die. But I still struggled from headaches and sore muscles, because the magic inside of me was suppressed. So I couldn't really do as much as other angels could. And I got really homesick. In the end, I lasted a week and ran back home in tears. I guess the only good thing was the Archangels telling me about Dad. Most of it I already knew, but, y'know, it was nice to hear they cared about him.

Aged 37: ... I knew this boy, when I first visited Moscow. He was a sweet kid. We played a lot and I managed to convince him that I, Dads, Behemoth, Hella and Messire were imaginary, so he didn't tell anybody else about us. I visited him every time I had the chance to. I watched him grow old, forget me... Last time I saw him, he was in his bed, barely moving. The day I stayed nearby. I held his hand. His old, bony, veiny, covered in moles, colored of clay... He went cold at night. I wished so much Samael would take him. But Gabriel came instead. And so, he said last goodbye... I cried a lot that night, holding his lonely hand.

🧠 - What do you like most about Candy Raptor?

The fact he pushed me out of my comfort zone!! I made it my goal to make an eyestrobingly bright OC, and while he's a lot more pastel than I envisioned, it's still a success to me!! And he's just a very simple guy based on me nibbling chocolate so there's that lol

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Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter nine

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Fifth grade:

Sophie walked onto the playground halfway through recess.

When she walked up to her friends, Biana ran over and jumped on Dex's back, "Where were you yesterday?"

Dex buckled under her weight. His knees wobbled. "For the last time, Biana, quit jumping on me!"

She got off, "You're no fun."

Sophie laughed. "I was at the neurologist. Had to do some brain scans and get my medicine adjusted." She turned to Keefe, "Did you not tell them?"

Keefe furrowed his brows. "I thought I did."

"Well, apparently not," Tam said.

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Oh, wow, sorry that not all of us can be as perfect as you."

Tam narrowed his eyes.

So why weren't you out here earlier?" Linh asked.

Sophie was in the middle of climbing the rock wall as she answered, "Had to make up my work. I'm all caught up now, though."

"Well, good!" Biana exclaimed. "Now we can play. I vote for tag, and Dex is it!"

She nearly shoved him when she tagged him. She raced off to the other side of the playground. Sophie and the rest of her friends scattered.

Dex stood there like a wide-eyed deer. "No fair, I wasn't ready!" he shouted. He raced off to go tag one of his friends.

When they were done, they sat sweaty under the awning. Sophie wiped the sweat. From her face. Keefe was leaned against the brick wall, still attempting to catch his breath. Biana took her hair out of the pony tail and shook her head to let it free.

"You guys excited for middle school next year?" Tam said.

"Yes!" Dex exclaimed. "They have a robotics club. I'm so excited to be able to sign up. What about you guys. Wanna do any clubs or sports?"

"I'll probably do the animal shelter volunteering," Linh said.

"That sounds fun," Biana told her. "I want to try and do tennis."

"I can completely see you doing that!" She turned to Tam. "What do you wanna do?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to join anything. If I do, probably cooking."

They all turned to Sophie and Keefe. Dex said, "What about you two?"

"I kind of want to try to give swimming a shot," Sophie said. "I asked my doctor yesterday if I could, and he said I should as long as my medicine works. I'll just have to be careful. But I'm good at telling when one's about to happen, so it should be fine." She asked Keefe, "Are you going to try to do anything?"

"Umm... I haven't really thought about it." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'd like do to sports, but I'm not able."

Sophie eyed him. "Since when? You're just not allowed to do contact sports. There's still plenty you can do."

"Yeah," Biana agreed. "There's basketball, tennis, baseball, soccer. Although I wouldn't do soccer if I were you," she advised. "Fitz did it this year. He's gotten trampled. Five times. Although he is enjoying baseball right now."

"Actually," Keefe pondered, "Baseball doesn't  sound half bad."

"See," Sophie said. "You can do that!"

Linh gasped. "You guys will be in our classes next year, won't you?"

Sophie's face lit up. "You're right!"

Keefe smirked, "You guys are going to regret that excitement. Sophie's not going to be the only one I can prank anymore."

"Thank God," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, don't worry, sweet little Sophie Foster," he rested his chin on her shoulder. His grin was wicked. "I still have PLENTY saved up for you."

Tam snorted. "I feel bad for you, Sophie."

"Me too," she grumbled. "Me too, Tam."

The whistle was blown to head inside. Sophie and Keefe said goodbye to their friends and went their separate ways. Sophie waited as Keefe gulped down half an ocean from the water fountain, and rushed to catch up with their classmates inside the classroom.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc sophie foster #kotlc keefe sencen #sokeefe #fanfic