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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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HASHIRA X F!READER!

about - You were simply changing your clothes but didn't expect an unexpected guest to enter...

notes: AHHH!! i know i haven't written is so so long!! i was getting busier and i haven't got any rest 🥹 but!! i decided to make this on the spot so...Enjoy!

GIYU TOMIOKA!

"Ughh! I'm so glad that's off me!" As you closed your door, you said your head tilted back in pleasure. The sweat and the patches of blood on your body made you sick. Your legs were sweaty and you felt like drowning yourself in water. You were taking your top off when you heard mumbling and stopped. You froze and peeked over your arms, only to see your boyfriend, Giyu Tomioka, halted at your door. You squealed before running to your bathroom. 'Oh god, that was so embarrassing! He just saw my bra! KYAAA!!' You thought, head against the door and your butt on the floor. You heard footsteps come to the door. "I... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- I- uhm- I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me." Giyu stuttered before walking at a fast pace. That was before you opened the door and peeked your head out.

TENGEN UZUI! & his sexy wives!

"hm, maybe I shouldn't have trained at the lake..." you mumbled, to put it short, you were training down at a gorgeous lake you found just down the hill from your estate, but while you were there, it started to rain, which made you sulk since your clothes were all damp. But to make your day even worse, your left leg slipped and you fell head-first into the lake, making you fret more than ever.

as you were dragging yourself up the hill, you remembered that your husband, the famous and flashy Uzui Tengen, had told you earlier that he and your wives would visit your estate before leaving for their extended mission. Realizing this, your slow agonizing pace came to a hurried and rushed pace causing burning in your already worn-out muscles.

you finally reached the door and almost broke it down. You flung off your top and searched frantically for a top to put on. You were so caught up in trying to put on a top that you didn't realize that your guests were already here...

"zoo wee Mama! what a flashy and gorgeous sight! Your breasts look so good in that br- OW MAKIO!"

You jumped and snapped your head around to see your wives and your husband in the doorway. Tengen licking his lips, suma blushing (maybe drooling a bit..) makio turning into a tomato and fiddling with her hair, and hinatsuru trying to cover her eyes and trying to shove everyone with a red face.

after hina shoved everyone, you finally came out of your state of shock and slapped your hands on your now flustered face.

MITSURI KANROJI!

You yawn and debate to yourself if you should change into your PJs yet or not. To put it short, you ended up doing so.

You took off your top and searched around for another.

"Should I change into one of mitsuris tops?" you asked yourself. You heard your creeky door creak open with a red face and lovely green and pink hair, styled in braids.

"EEEEK! IMSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSORRY!! IREALLYDIDNTMEANITISWEAR!!! IJUSTWANTEDTOASKYOUWHATYOUWANTEDFORDINNER!! I SWEAR I WASN'T-" you laughed and her small rant. "'suri, it's really okay, "a-a-a-are you sure?! I'mreallyso-"

You grabbed her face and kissed her lips to shut her up, but now you think you've made the wrong mistake since she passed out of embarrassment...

SHINOBU KOCHO!

you were doing hashira training, the ones Aoi and the three butterfly girls asked you to join in.

Unfortunately for you, inosuke splashed Green tea all over you, multiple times may I say (the only times when you turned your back and he splashed you for no reason whatsoever 👺)

"MUHAHAHAHAHHA LORD INOSUKE HAS SPLASHED YOU YET AGAIN!! FEEL THE PAIN, UNDERLING?! WANNA FIGHT?!" he screamed and you just sighed in response.

You were changing in your now-soaked uniform when Shinobu, your girlfriend of three years, peeked her head in.

"Oh my! Look at your lovely curves!~" "SHINOBU KOCHO!!" "Pfttt, I'm only kidding darling, your body is beautiful~" "GET O-" "Okay okay! I'm going!"

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA !

You yawned after coming into your front door, too tired to notify your husband, sanemi, that you were home from your week's mission.

You creaked your shared room door open and slipped out of your uniform and brought two towels and headed into the bathroom. You fill up the bath and slipped in, softly and silently groaning in pleasure. You lay your head back and closed your eyes, the feeling of the hot water soaking onto your body. After about 20 minutes of doing your business in the bath, your shaking legs manage to carry your weight when you stood up.

Suddenly, a cold draft entered the air, your body shivering at the feeling. The reason for that is that your husband had opened the door and started doing his own business. Who does that man think he is?!

You dared not to breathe as he finished. He turned around to wash his hands but his purple orbs widened at you. You quickly covered yourself before you ran out with your towel, totally embarrassed.

Let's say after that you couldn't look him in the eye, especially since you noticed he got a boner...

OBANAI IGURO !

Earlier this week, you went shopping with mitsuri and Shinobu for clothes since your clothes got ripped due to a demon randomly attacking. But the only thing you didn't realize is that the size was too small, so you decided to change back into mitsuris spare clothes.

Wondering where it was you explored your bedroom, every inch scanned by your eyes.

For some reason, you thought maybe it slipped under your bed by accident? And it somehow did. You took off your top and gonna switch onto mitusris but the top had so many buttons, so you had to take them out. While you were doing that, you felt Kaburamaru, obanai's snake, slither up your leg.

Greeting him, you brought him on your shoulders while you tried to figure out how to put it on.

All while this was happening, obanai was looking frantically for kaburamaru, how did he not notice where he went?! And so, he checked every room in the house, all except your shared bedroom. He slowly crept up and looked through like a gap in the door and the doorframe. His foot unfortunately for the both of you, hit forward, so the door creaked loudly, causing you to go into alert mode, reaching your hands for your sword beside your bed.

Realizing that it isn't a demon, and it's your boyfriend, embarrassment and shyness crept up your body and your face turned red. Obanai also noticed the situation, his face turned every shade of red before he slammed the door closed.

"Lock the door next time... idiot.."

RENGOKU KYOJURO !

"I THINK THAT IT'S ENOUGH TODAY! YOUR UNIFORM IS DIRTY! PLEASE CHANGE AND COME BACK OUT AGAIN DARLING!" Kyojuro yelled as you sighed. You two were training for hours and your energy was drained, yet you still question why he was still yelling in his usual booming voice.

You dragged your feet to where your shared room and peeled off your uniform top, which made you sigh in relief. You flopped onto your bed and just rested your eyes. You don't know how long you've been laying there but you know it's been too long since you could hear your boyfriend's loud footsteps all through the estate. You open your eyes and tried to sit up but then realised that you honestly couldn't due to your shaky, and cut arms.

"DARLING! WHAT TAKING YOU SO-... I-IT SEEMS THAT YOU ARE STILL CHANGING! MY APOLOGIES! I-ILL.. I'LL GET GOING NOW!" You could almost hear the loud beats of his heart.

He closed the door and let out a breath of air. He's so glad that he went out almost immediately because his cheeks were turning pink. His mind flashed of you in a- nonono! He can't be thinking this, it would be very inappropriate. But let's say he did drool a bit-

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA !

"..love? Why is your heart beating so fast?" Gyomei questioned. You were getting ready for a shower, so you stripped off naked and were reaching for a towel when gyomei came in. You froze and just stood in your place, your face burning with embarrassment.

"U-um.. gyo.. i-im changing.." and that's when gyomei froze. "Ah.. i-i understand.. I apologize for intruding." "... it's okay.." you mutter as he shuffles back and closes the door as you slapped your face in embarrassment.

MUICHIRO TOKITO !

"What did I come in here for again..?" Muichiro asked himself. "EEEEEEKKKK GET OUT!!" You screamed. He yawned and shrugged. He waddled over to the corner to fetch his katana and back again as if you weren't there. "umm???? Can you get out now" "...mkay." as he strutted over and out the door, without closing the door, which made your eye twitch.

notes: YAYAYAYYA IM FINALLY DONEEEE OMMGGGJSHAHAGARAaaddua ⚰️

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thebearer · 8 months

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part one of the best friend au blurb series with lip gallagher. i figured the meeting would be a good place to start :)

"Hey, can you hear me?" You pressed your phone to your ear, your free hand plugging your ear so you could hear your friend on the other line.

The dorm was packed, people spilling out into the hallway, booze spilling over cups. Costumes of all kinds passing by you, the bass rattling the walls as the Halloween party was in full swing. It was your first, and your only- you'd decided. You wanted the true college experience as any eager freshman would. You just didn't know you'd be doing it alone.

Your friends had bailed, ditching you for a frat party instead. One all the way across campus. You supposed you could go, fight the frigid cold alone in your tiny angel costume, but you decided against it. Sitting on the couch in some room instead, where a guy was gaming at his computer.

"Yo," You looked up, a mess of curls and blue eyes standing above you, red solo cup in his hand. "You, uh, you with Ron?"

"Who?" You asked, brow raised over the music.

The boy jerked his head over to the guy gaming. You shook your head. "You a friend of Amanda's? She's... I don't know where she is, honestly."

"No, I, uh," You stood, cheeks tinging with embarrassed heat. "'m sorry. I just... I needed a second, and this was... Well, no one was having sex in here, so I just... This is your room, isn't it? I-I'm sorry. I'll leave, I just-" You rambled.

"Hey, no, it's-it's fine. I get it." The guy said, smiling at you softly. "It's a fuckin' zoo out there."

"Yeah." You nodded, eyes cutting to the open door, where people stumbled by.

"I'm, uh, I'm Lip by the way." The boy said, blue eyes blinking up at you. You mumbled your own name back, eyes cutting around the room.

"I can... I can shut the door if you want me to? If it's too much." Lip offered, eyes scanning your frame. Your tiny, white dress that hugged you in the right place. The tiny, feather halo that was tilted in your hair.

"No, you don't have to. It's your room. I don't-" You muttered, nervously toying with the strap to your wings.

Lip shrugged, nonchalant, so effortlessly cool. "Nah, no problem, really. I'll leave it unlocked. I, uh, I have to finish my Quantum Computing paper anyways."

"Quantum? What's your major?" You gawked lightly.

Lip grinned, pressing the door shut, the noise dulled. Your ears rang lightly. "Uh, robotic engineering? I think." Lip shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Figure I got a coupla years."

"You're a sophomore?" You guessed, watching him sit at his desk across from you.

"Freshman." Lip smiled. "What about you, angel?"

You rolled your eyes, hoping it hid your blush. "I'm a freshman, too. First semester."

"Yeah? What're you majoring in?" Lip leaned back in his chair.

"Elementary ed." You mumbled. "Not as great as what you're doin', but I'm not good with math."

"Yeah, but it's important." Lip shrugged. "Lot more important than my shit."

"Doubt that." You muttered, taking a seat back on the couch. Your phone buzzed, a half-ass apology from your roommate about ditching.

"Boyfriend?" Lip asked, nodding at your phone.

"Roommate." You scoffed. "She ditched me. When to the Kappa Sig party instead. Didn't tell me until I was here."

"Ah, that's shitty."

"Tell me about it." You rolled your eyes. "That's why I was in here, by the way. I'm not just like some freak who sneaks in people's rooms during parties. I just... I didn't know anyone out there."

"It's cool." Lip shrugged. "I'm usually here at these things if you ever are. Kinda... have to be, I guess." He pointed to the closed door. You grinned. "If you ever need someone to hang with."

"Thanks." You mutter. "I can leave, though, so you can do your homework. It was cool to meet you. I just... I don't wanna bother you. Sounds like important stuff."

"Nah, I'll finish it later." Lip shrugged. "So, you, uh, from here?"

It was the start, born in the small dorm room, chatting over loud music that eventually fizzled out a little after three am. You and Lip swapping stories, laughing over shitty roommate tales, and mutual complaints about the school. A friendship blossomed, sprung from an unexpected meeting between the two of you. The start of something neither one of you were prepared for.

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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As someone who is disabled, I am obsessed with the idea of Steve Harrington in a wheelchair or using mobility aids. Maybe hurt/comfort with Steve feeling stuck? like out in public people will treat him like a baby and dote on him like he cant do anything at all. Also established steddie?? ->

ignore me if u dont like this prompt hshs

excuse you, this was an amazing prompt and I love it.

and I am a sucker for projecting onto Steve, so lets go.

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Steve was always in pain nowadays.

In fact, it only got worse after the bats, and he figures the exertion after the fact didn't help. Before, he could always push through, hobble along and ice his aching joints when he got home.

Though, he couldn't ignore it after his legs would only stay strong for about ask hour before they collapsed under him. He remembers the first day it happened. He'd been at the grocery store, picking up dinner for his date with Eddie. (It was fairly new, but it was strong). He'd felt a bit weak before leaving, but as always he pushed through, ignoring the dizziness and pain.

It had only gotten worse as he walked through the grocery store, and all of a sudden, he was on the ground, and the grocery store patrons were staring at him, whispering things about the Harrington name and image. The store manager ended up having to call Eddie to come help him.

"Oh, Stevie..." He sighed. He'd been bugging Steve about seeing a doctor for months in fact ever since he was healed himself, he'd been pestering Steve to go to Owens and explain to him what was going on. But he hadn't, and now here they were, Eddie helping Steve into a wheelchair in front of a crowd of Hawkins shoppers.

Steve had been covering his face, and Eddie could almost feel the shame he was experiencing. He wanted to tell their audience off, to go away, to mind their business. But he knew that would only make it worse. So he stayed quiet, and so did Steve.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

So they didn't.

And they didn't after Steve saw Owens.

And they didn't after Steve was fitted for a wheelchair.

They just... Didn't.

Until Steve had fallen again.

At Mike's house, with just the kids, who weren't strong enough to help him back into his chair, with no help from his wobbling legs. So they called Eddie, and hid in the basement after Steve had yelled at them to go away, hot tears of embarrassment rolling down his face.

They were home now, and again, Steve was quiet. Eddie helped him get situated on the couch, legs still too wobbly to do it unassisted.

"Steve... Lets talk about it,"

Steves head snapped up, eyes shining, "You wanna talk about it? Fine! I'm fucking useless, my legs don't work and I can't fucking do anything by myself anymore! The kids barely look at me, Robs hasn't been able to hang out in weeks, and the rest of Hawkins thinks I'm a fucking charity case! Every time I leave the house it's like I'm a fucking zoo animal. I wish this had never fucking happened! I wish I wasn't-"

"Don't say that, Steve."

"It's true isn't it? Don't you hate having to come help me? God... I just- I'm so..." The sobs crawl their way out of his throat, and he can't stop them once they start.

"Steve..." Eddie rubs a comforting hand up and down Steve's back, pulling him closer to cradle him in his arms. Steve tucked his head into Eddie's neck, letting the tears roll freely down his face. "Steve, you have every right to feel that way but... I hope you know it's not true. The kids... It's just a different dynamic and I'm not supposed to tell you this but Robin has been working on a design of the back of your wheelchair, she wanted it to be a surprise and she was worried she spoil it." He hears Steve sniffle a sort of laugh. "And baby, you cared for me every single day for months while I was healing, what makes you think I hate helping you? I'm so glad I can finally make it up to you."

Steve lifts his head, looking Eddie in the eyes, "Really?"

"Really, Stevie."

He watches Steve smile, for what seemed like the first time since coming home from that doctors appointment. "Also, with all the extra arm work, your biceps look," He pauses to do a chefs kiss, "Fantastico! That's how you guys say it in Italy, right?" He smirks, and Steve bursts into a fit of giggles, tears drying on his cheeks as he shakes his head. "I love you, Eds."

They lean in for a soft kiss, it's slow and sweet, "I love you too, Steve."

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Please And Thank You~ E.M

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple asked:

Babe no rush but when you ever get a chance I need Eddie to beg me to have his baby. Maybe we're best friends and he wants me to have baby with him. Either way I wanna have his child. I need to have his child.💓💓

Tagging : @woahlifehitsyahuh @cinemaquinn @pleasantlycrazyworld. @moonchildquinn @haileighboi @ceriseheaven @harringtons-cupid

He couldn't stop staring at the way you were with little kids, he'd come with you to the super market to help you with the groceries and drive you to the arcade. Something stirred inside of him watching the way you interacted with them. But, the thing was the two of you were best friends and he didn't want to risk in losing you.

His breath hitched watching you kneel down in front of a little boy that stomped on his foot that he didn't have coins left to play with his brother. You couldn't help it and went over after telling Eddie you'd be a minute.

" Here you go" you offered your palm out to the little boy that had a red baseball cap with black curls peeking out. His pout turned into a smile as his eyes turned to look at you. They grew wide seeing that you were offering your coins to him. It was such a sweet gesture.

" Are you sure?" the sweet little boy asked as he looked down at the coins that shined in the light and back up to you. His brother stood by his side unsure what to say with his hands in his pockets. The little boy turned to look at his brother to see if it was okay, with one nod the little boy reached over to grab them from your palm.

" Thank you" the little boy said sweetly as he ran over to the game he wanted to play. " You're welcome, sweetheart" you gushed at the happy sight. His brother thanked you with a soft smile as he hurried to follow his brother to watch over him.

You stood back with a soft smile turning around to walk back towards Eddie.

" I'm sorry about that, I just couldn't help it" you gestured with your thumb towards the little boy. " He looked so sweets and it broke my heart a little watching him frown about not being able to play anymore"

Oh if Eddie's heart swelled up at your gesture and your interacting with the little boy. It sure did now. But there was another urge growing inside of him. Eddie was in his own world thinking of what it would be like that you were the mother of his children.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times coming back seeing your hand waving in front of him.

" Ed? Are you okay?" you asked. His cheeks flushed red as he nodded.

" Yeah, let's go to Benny's? I'm staving" he took your wrist in his hand tugging you out the door.

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" How much did you pack?" you asked Dustin from the doorway of his room. He was bringing over snacks for movie night over at Steve's and he thinks it's never enough.

Dustin takes out one backpack and throws it on the bed and then you see he's taking another one and puts it on the bed.

" What do you need two backpacks for?! Are you feeding a whole family?" you strut over one of his backpack and opening to see full stuff back of chips and pretzels.

" You can feed a whole zoo with all this. You know, Steve has snacks too. There will be pizza and everyone else is bringing something" Dustin took out a bag of chips and another snack to show you.

" But these are my favorite! Also, Eddie loves these" he shows you the bag of pretzels he's packed. " Also these are for you" he showed you, your favorite, " and Robin likes these".

" Leave some behind, we don't need all of them" Dustin huffed, rolling his eyes.

Both of your heads turned hearing a loud voice of your best friend.

" Henderson! Y/L/N! What is taking you two so long?" footsteps can be heard up the steps before Eddie appears in the doorway overlooking the scene in front of him.

"Blame Dustin, he wants to take a whole picnic with him" you pointed to his bed. Eddie's eyes drop to the snack as he chuckles.

" You don't need that many, Harrington has some. There will be pizza and other things" Eddie says, motioning with his hands.

" That's what I said, and he doesn't listen" Dustin throws his hands up.

" I can never win with you two" he shakes his head closing one of his backpacks, " Fine. I will take one. Thanks a lot, Mom" he grumbles putting the backpack on his back.

You smiled feeling satisfied. But you don't catch the way Eddie is looking at you with the gleam of his eyes. Something about you acting like a mother to the kids, especially to Dustin stirs that same feeling he had at the arcade.

He stands there in the middle of the doorway, frozen in awe of you as Dustin tries to get him to move. But he steps back, " Eddie? We have to go!"

Eddie snaps out of it as he side steps to let Dustin go through. You stand with your hips watching him.

" You okay Eds?" your eyebrows were knitted together in concern.

" yeah, sorry been thinking a lot" he mumbles.

" Eddie Munson thinking?" you teased, he rolled his eyes nudges your shoulder playfully.

" ha, ha, you're so funny, sweetheart" the smile on your face made Eddie's heart flutter as you walked past him.

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You slide the door to the back of Steve's house watching the kids running around. Steve was by the grill flipping burgers while Robin sat on the edge of the pool dipping her legs in. Nancy just greeted you as she was looking for drinks in the kitchen.

Eddie stood by Steve talking to him. You disapprovingly looked at the kids as they all shouted at each other.

" Have you all put sunscreen on? Why are you all running? You can get hurt" at the sound of your voice, everything became silent. The running stopped. Robin turned her head towards your voice. Steve and Eddie stopped talking.

" Oh look it's ours mother" Mike mumbled to Lucas. Lucas nudged him while Max slapped the back of his head shooting him a glare.

" We forgot" El says, " We wanted to swim" she adds, looking apologetic at you. You hummed dropping your tote bag on one of the chairs looking over to Steve as he usually tells them to put sunscreen on, beforehand.

" I got distracted" he answers you going back to flipping burgers. You looked over to Nancy as she comes outside with a hand full of drink in her hands, " Don't look at me. I didn't come here until a bit later with Robin."

You turned back to the kids, " You're lucky I love you all so much. Better get dry and line up" they all grumbled as they got out of the pool.

" Do you want to burn and cry later?" they all mumbled "no" together getting their towels to dry themselves the best they can. El was the first one to come up to you.

" I'm sorry" she apologizes. " I'll do better" you gently smiled at her. " Oh El, it's okay. I just worry about you all and your safety. I know you want to have fun."

She nods, " Thank you for taking care of us"

Eddie overhears your conversation with El and his heart swells up in happiness how much you care about the little sheep even though they aren't your kids. You care so much for everyone and his mind clouded again picturing you being a mother to his child. Children even.

" What got you thinking so hard, Munson?" he hears Steve ask him.

" I think I want to have a baby with Y/N" there is shocking silence coming from Steve. He stopped flipping the burgers to look at Eddie to see if he was serious.

" What?!" Steve shouts in question. Eddie turns to him, punching him in the shoulder to stay quite and a glare. " Shut up, first of all Harrington and second of all, I can't stop thinking about it. The way she's around the little sheeps and every time I see her with kids. I want it to be our kid, the way she looks after. She'd be a great mother. I know it."

" I knew you always had a thing for her, but I didn't know you wanted to be this far with her already" Eddie shrugs. " I love her" he nods, and looks back at you as you shoot a glare at Mike who tried to wiggle around feeling the coldness of the sunscreen.

" Yeah, I really want to have my child" he nods.

Steve can't stop staring at his friend, " is something burning?" Robin asks. Steve's head shoots over at the burgers and in panic he tries to save them seeing them already burning.

" Harrington! " Eddie shouts.

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Eddie was too busy to look at two different type of cereal in his hands to notice that you have walked off. It's not that you walked off it was just the attention of a little girl looking for her mother had caught your attention. The way she started to cry in the middle of the store grabbed your attention.

" What's wrong?" you asked her. Her lip quivered with her eyes glossing over with tears. " I don't know where my mommy is" she says, her cheeks staining with tears.

" Oh hunny, lets go find your mommy. My name is Y/N" you offered her your hand. " I'm not suppose to talk to strangers" she says with her eyes growing big.

" That's smart, but I'm sure I am no longer a stranger since I told you my name" she hesitantly took your hand telling you her name.

" What does your mommy look like?" you asked walking off with her leaving Eddie to decide on his own which cereal he wanted. When his head turned to ask you which one, he found himself alone.

" Y/N?" he asked looking around. He frowned putting back both cereals as he hurried out of where he was to look for you to find you two rows ahead with the little girl, returning to her mom. His mouth formed into an " o" as he watched the happy little girl wrap her arms around her mom.

The mother thanked you with a hug of her own, surprising you but you hugged her back. Eddie's heart grew a tad bigger seeing the way you interacted with the little girl. He understood now where you went off to. You were helping the little girl find her mother who lost her in the store.

He was so sure he wanted a kid with you. He didn't want anyone else's. You were his best friend, the person he longed for, the person he knows is his person. He knows you are the person he is meant to be with. He feels it.

When you returned back to Eddie, catching yourself seeing he had been watching.

" What?" you asked him.

" That was adorable" he motions to the little girl and to you, " you'd make a great mother one day" he adds with a smile on his face. Your cheeks heated up as you asked him, " Really?"

He nods. He bites his tongue not wanting to scare you off. I want you to have my kid though.

" Thank you, that means a lot. My dream is to have a little one of my own some day"

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The ride back to his trailer was really quiet. It really concerned you the way Eddie has been driving more careful, the way he kept tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and the way there was no music in the van. Have you done something wrong? Did you say something wrong?

Your mind fished for what you could of done and when you found none, your heart sped up feeling the worst was coming. But Eddie sat, driving the van back to the trailer. You lived in the trailer park too, next door to him and you were always over his trailer, living there.

" Is everything okay, Eddie?" you asked him cutting the silence. He hummed in response not giving you a verbal answer. It caused you to frown.

When Eddie parked the van outside the trailer, he shut off the car and leaned back into his seat. " Can you tell me what's wrong? You've been quiet all this time and I don't like it."

" I want to have a baby" he says. This catches you off guard as your mouth drops open looking over to him, but he adds, " with you."

Your eyes are big as saucers. Since when did Eddie feels this way? With you? Your mind was racing with everything including the way he was looking at you now. His heart was racing with his big brown doe eyes staring at you with an awaiting answer. He had to tell you what's been running through his mind, scared for your answer.

" I....Uh.. I don't know what to say..." you mumble out. His heart sank as he closed his eyes. This was it. He ruined your friendship. It was over. " I need to go" you mumble. His eyes flash open as tears filled his eyes. He was losing you and this was the last time he was going to see you.

" I-I'm sorry..." he starts to say, " you are so good with kids and every time I look at you. I can't help but wonder you having mine, how much you look so perfect with a little mini me."

" Eddie.. I-" you couldn't even form the words out as your hand reached over to grab the handle of the door. You needed air. You needed to think and breathe. How could Eddie your best friend think about this? With you? A kid?

You loved kids with all your heart but having your own, with your best friend. That threw you off so much.

" Please.." he watched you open his door and hurried out without another word. He sank back in his seat with tears running down his cheeks. He ruined everything. He should of kept his mouth shut. His head handed as he sobbed in his van.

He never thought of losing you and it hurt.

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It's been only a couple of days since the last time Eddie has seen you, he was smoking outside by the van when he saw you take out the garbage and once you felt his eyes on you, you hurried back inside. His heart sank knowing that he lost you and there was nothing he could do to win you back.

To his surprise, you knocked on his door a day later.

" What are you doing here?" he asked.

" Can I come in?" you twirled your fingers around, looking up at him as you bite down on your bottom lip. He lets you slide past him inside the trailer. You brushed up against him and it took him a lot to not pull you into his arms, to feel you against him.

You been to the trailer many times before overlooking the cups that hang on the wall every time you stepped inside. There were dishes in the sink this time and there were a couple of clothes on the couch and sweetheart laid on it, too.

Eddie scratched the side of his neck, " Sorry didn't have time to really clean up" he motions around. You waved it off as you turned to face him. His mane of curls looked more puffier, his brown eyes had bags underneath, with a little redness looking like he's been crying. His lips were in a deep frown and his arms were across his chest. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt with a pair of sweat pants.

" What are you doing here?" he asked you again. You cleared your throat, " I thought about a lot of what you said."

Eddie took a deep breath through his nose as he prepared himself for what you were about to say. He felt that it was nothing good. But he nodded for you to go on.

" I want to have a baby with you too" his brown eyes widen, blinking thinking that he misheard you. His head tilted to the side with his mouth hanging open. The sight made you giggle a bit.

" But why me?" you needed to know. He could have a baby with anyone else he wanted. Why you of all people?

His swallowed the lump in his throat as he took in your question. He didn't need to think about why. He had through about this moment long an hard.

" Why not you, sweetheart? You're everything a man would want in a woman. You're caring, you're sweet, you're thoughtful, you're always putting others first before yourself. You're funny, you're always saying the things people want to hear, and I am crazy for you. You're in my mind all the time, you make me nervous, you make me happy and you made me realize what it's like to fall in love. Having a little old me or you would make me more than happy, the way you are with kids made me feel something. I don't really want kids unless they are with you. I know you are my person, and it scares me quite a bit.." he says making his way over to you and dropping on his knees.

" Please, I want you to have my baby, sweetheart. I know we are best friends. But here I am telling you that I love, and will have you any way you like after this. Best friend or not, but please. I'm begging you sweetheart. Let's have a baby, I know you want to be mother" tears are forming in your eyes hearing his confession.

You know how you feel about him all along. All the years you have been friends with him.

" Let me make your dream come true. Let me make you a mom, please" he presses kisses on top of your hands.

" Yes" you whisper out, enough for him to hear. His head shots up with happiness. " Yes?" you nodded in confirmation. He stands up from the floor and embraces you in his arms. You can feel how happy he is. He pulls away from you, having his face close to you. His breath fans over your face looking into your eyes. There is so much love and adoration on his face.

" Do you wanna do this now?" he asks.

" Yes" he leans in, smashing his lips against yours deeply kissing you with hunger and need. You squeal into the kiss, closing your eyes and kissing him back with one hand bunched up in his shirt while the other goes into his hair.

He pulls away, gasping at the way he drags you down the hall to his room. Your head it still clouded from the way he kissed you before. He pushes the door with his shoulder and shoves you inside.

" Eds-" His mouth covers your before you get to finish what you wanted to ask him. His tongue already shoving into your own mouth lapping at the taste of you. His hands tearing at your shirt to throw it over your head as he pushes you towards his bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress and then he's pinning you against the mattress, his hot breath fanning over your jaw. You arch your back as his teeth lip at your earlobe.

" You like that?" His hand slides down beneath the waistband o your pants, slipping between your thighs to play with the wetness that was there already.

" You really want my my baby in you? Do you?" you moan at his words, nodding your head. " I'll put a baby in you."

You didn't even get to process his words when one of his fingers plunges into your folds, your hand is gripping tightly onto his shirt, your eyebrow furrow as you arch your back.

Your mouth forms into an "o" feeling another finger shoved inside of you. His face is hovering above you watching your expression, his hair curtain around your face. You gasp when his fingers curl inside of you, " I've been driving myself crazy thinking for months about this, and now your making it all come true. I'm going to fill you up so good, put my baby in you."

He scraped his teeth against the side of your throat, his fingers pumping into your faster in and out of your cunt. A few minutes later, he withdrawn his fingers to remove your pants. He sits up. fumbling with the buttons of his jeans and shoves them down, his swollen cock springing free. He strokes his cock a few times and positions himself in between your thighs.

" She's so pretty" he cooed, staring down at your dripping cunt as he rubs the tip of his cock against your slit. " You're going to look even more prettier with your tits swollen, your belly huge with a little Munson. 's fucking hot."

He hooks one hand behind your thigh so that he can shove your knee to your chest. He hooks his arms under. your hips, aneling them to pull you closer, bitting his bottom lips as his eyes full blown of lust smiling wide down at you.

His cock pushes against your entrance, teasing you. Brown lustful eyes lock with yours, " I want it to be boy."

Your eyebrow knit together, " I don't think that's-" he drives himself into you, causing you to pause in what you were going to say and instead a moan slips through your lips. The corner of Eddie's lips lift up in a smirk hearing your pretty sounds.

" You want my cock into you that bad, huh?" he mocks. You moan in response, he rolls his hips harder, leaning down to peck your lips. Your only response is whining against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck while the other tugging on his locks.

" 's feel so good" you whimper against his lips, Eddie groans as you tug harder on his locks, his his way down from your lips to your chin and down your neck.

" Mine" he nips at the skin where your shoulder meets your neck, his hot breathe against your skin. " Tell me" he groans, " Tell me what you- shit..." he moans as he continues, " want from me.."

" Want your baby, Eds" you moaned louder, it was getting harder to speak from each thrust. He squeezes one of your hips as he wanted more from you, " Your baby, Eds. Please... I want a little you.." you moan.

Eddie mumbles curse words underneath his breath as his hips move faster and thrusts becoming deeper, his pelvis grinding against your clit every times he bottoms out. Each stroke and rhythm sends you into a dizzy moment from the pressure of your walls tightening.

This was a new sensation from the rutting and emotion of it.You'd never imagine being in this position with your best friend, the person you yearned for years and watched.

" Eds, 'm close" your body rocked to meet his moments, whines coming from you.

" Good girl," he growls, his pace increasing as he moves, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are big and wide as he watches your expressions. " Gonna, fuck...going to cum with you. Make sure your pussy sucks in every drop I give you"

You were screaming his name now, and one of your hands come up to put a hand over your mouth but Eddie's ring clad hand comes up to take them and pin them over your head as his body comes closer to you. Tension is building in your core from the way he's looking down at you.

A few more thrusts and that tension in your stomach, snaps. Your walls clench tight around Eddie's cock as you come. He lets out hisses and, a few more thrust and his own hips are stuttering.

" My good girl," he groan, driving himself as deep as he can, " Going to give you all my babies." He shudders, grinding himself against you, you can feel his cock twitch as he hisses, " Take all I give you, fuck sweetheart."

You do as he say, with your hips aneling working with every drop he gives you. Your walls fluttering, accepting the warm as it floods your insides, walls coating white as he spills inside of you.

Eddie pants as he removes himself from inside you, eyes fixing on your puffy slit spilling of his cum and yours. His fingers trace over your folds, collecting the cum that is there and takes it into his mouth.

You moan at the sight.

" How long will it take? You know for you to have a baby inside of you?"

" What?" you asked, sitting up on your elbows to look at him through your legs. " A few weeks, I don't know" you answer him.

Eddie frowns, not pleased with your answer as he hovers about you. His hands coming over to grip your hips as his hands travel up your stomach and stroking the soft skin there.

He leans down whispering against yours lips, " That's okay. We can just keep trying, right?" he smirks before his cock taps at your entrance causing you to whimper out, " Please and thank you...sir"

Eddie's eyes darken as he smirks, " That's all I needed to hear."

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson one shot #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie x you #Eddie x reader #jewls writes #stranger things x reader

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Hey, Poss! I recently found your tumblr and I love reading your stories! I have started rewatching AT and I definitely can relate to Fern and Finn a lot. They are both comfort characters for me, and I have come up with a request. Is it possible you could do some type of x reader story with either one (or both!) of them with a reader who is very anxious/insecure and compares themselves to others alot and is uncomfortable in crowded places? Thank you for reading my request! 😊

❥ Crowd Anxiety

❥Character: Finn Mertens, Fern Mertens

❥Tags: Fluff, SFW, comfort, anxious!reader, Gen neutral

❥Synopsis: During a chase at the grocery kingdom you run through a crowd only for your anxiety to kick in, fortunately there's two knights who help you through it.

❥A/n: Gonna describe the scenario in a paragraph and then split it into headcannons for each character.

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

You were grocery shopping with Finn and Fern when you heard a smash two or three stalls away. "Stop! Thief!" yells one of the stall vendors. The three of you turn around to see a thief fleeing through the farmers market with a cash register tucked under their arm. Fern was the first to take action, pursuing the thief at full speed even if it meant dropping the watermelon he was holding for you. Finn apologized to you and the vendor before hurrying away.

This is not the first time a call to action has disrupted your daily routine. You ought to pay the vendor before continuing the chase, although in an upward direction. Finn and Fern lose track of the thief, but you can see him like a fox in a sheep's pen thanks to your advantage of being high above. You then perform some parkour moves to get him past food stands and clothes lines before rolling to the ground. You scream to whichever brother can hear you, "He's going to the meats section." You're beaming ear to ear at this point since you know you can catch the criminal as soon as he gets within reach and tackle him to the ground. The burglar recognizes you and cranks up the pace.

Although it makes you sweat more than parkour ever did, you don't let your pace slow down when you notice a larger crowd just around the corner. It's unavoidable to run into people, feeling them closing in on you as they go by you while you battle to do the same, till they don't even resemble people anymore with their faces blur away, and you try to keep pace of the thief as he gets further away from you. "No! No!" Your mind raced with the ideas, "I can't let him escape, I got a lot of eyes on me right now, and the shopkeeper is going to think I'm a dumb goop. It's sickening to the point where a crack in the concrete floor sends you sliding down and scraping your knees, and the people who were previously minding their own thing suddenly stare at you as you sit on the floor. You assume that others are silently judging you. That's when you start crying.

Finn:

❥When Finn was the first to come up with you, he instantly put the thief out of his mind and helped you. ❥Are you okay, smokes? I have a few bandages in my backpack, so don't worry. His attention turned to your knee scrapes. Unbeknownst to Finn, it made you feel embarrassed as nosy individuals prodded their heads to stare at you like a zoo animal. Finn, let's leave right away. Even though he is kind, he still didn't get the point when he said, "But, I wanna clean your knees first." ❥"... I feel uncomfortable, there's people watching." you murmur.

❥He finally realized, "Oh." Or maybe he didn't; all he knew was that you wanted to leave, so he picked you up in bridal style and raced away from the main street while you buried your head against his chest regardless of whether you soaked his shirt.

❥As Finn lowers you onto a barrel and begins to clean the area before applying a bandage, he realizes that you are still gazing shamefully away."Hey, it's no biggie. I fall down in public all the time." "... But atleast you manage to catch the bad guys." you mumbles "Oh, that's what's bothering you?" Finn simply listens without adding any more commentary. "You two are fantastic at this being a hero stuff, I know. I tagged along with you guys hoping to one day be like you, but all I've done is screw up." you lament. "Hey, hey (Y/n) you're not a screw up." "Easy for you to say." you mumble, looking away.

❥You remind Finn a little bit of himself. "You wanna know what happened when I fought my first monster?" You sigh, having heard this tale before. "You broke your sword and beat it with your bare hands." you repeat. "Hey, nice memory." he snaps a finger at you. "But there's something I don't tell anyone after my sword broke...I boomed boomed myself." You tried not to laugh out of respect. Keyword being tried.

❥"Doing hero stuff blows sometimes, but after you screw up once it's less likely to screw up again since you know what you're getting into. You're great at what you do!" Finn explains. "..." you pause to consider the suggestion, silently appreciating his presence. "Thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind the next time,"

❥You stopped crying a while ago, suddenly realizing something. "Is that why you carry an extra pair of pants in your backpack?" you point out, Finn just blushes and looks away fondly. "Yeaaah."

❥"There you are! I was about to leave without you guys." Fern has the stolen register in one hand while in the other he has the thief tied up and gagged. "Wow, great job Fern! and you avoided breaking bones this time." Fern enjoys the compliment but he looks to you. "Wouldn't have done it without (y/n), they got real hawk eyes."

Fern:

❥Fern was the first to catch up with you, he indecisively looked back between the thief and you a few times before deciding to stay with you.

❥"Come'on, we can still catch him together." he extends your hand but you refuse it. "No, just go ahead without me. I'm a klutz..." This inevitably bugged Fern, "What are ya saying? I'm not leaving you here playing on the dirt." he raises his voice.

❥It had nosy people poking their heads to look at you like a zoo animal unbeknownst to Fern, it had you blushing in embarrassment. "... Fern just leave me alone...there's people watching."

❥Fern turned to the crowd that formed around the two of you." What are you all looking at!? Take a picture, it'll last longer." He snarled back, flashing his razor-sharp teeth and brilliant eyes at them in an attempt to scare them away. He hoists you up piggyback style and leads you down a quiet alley, away from the busy street.

❥Fern places you on a barrel and uses a bottle to pour water on your knees to clean them, but he realizes that you are still shamefully turning your head away. "Hey, don't worry about it I get scratched up by small things all the time too." "... But atleast you manage to catch the bad guys." you mumbles "That's what's eating you up huh?" Fern simply listens without adding any more commentary. "You two are fantastic at this being a hero stuff, I know. I tagged along with you guys hoping to one day be like you, but all I've done is screw up." you lament. Fern stays quiet for a few seconds. "(Y/n) you're not a screw up. Trust me I know what one is like and you're not one of them." "Pfft yeah right, like who?" you don't believe him, looking away.

❥"Like me." This made you face him, remembering everything he's been through and realizing he's probably the only one who could understand how you feel.

❥Fern takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "You just lost track of a thief, I lost track of a kid who wasn't even actively running away from me. But hey there's no comparing, it's like comparing apples to oranges." he sits down on the barrel next to yours. "What I'm trying to say is that, you'll never go anywhere or be happy if you keep comparing yourself to other people. The only person you should be comparing yourself with is your past self, you're great at what you do and with time you'll be unstoppable." you pause to consider the advice, silently appreciating his presence. "Thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind the next time." "Good, or else I'll write it on your forehead with permanent marker." he half joked, but you know he's fully capable of doing it.

❥You stopped crying a while ago, suddenly realizing something. "Hey, you've been really good with advice lately." "Yeah, been seeing a therapist." he scratches the back of his neck. "And here I thought you were stealing phrases from fortune cookies again." you chuckle. "Sometimes, but not all the time!"

❥ "There you are! I was about to leave without you guys." Finn has the stolen register in one hand while in the other he has the thief tied up by the hands. "Looks like you had everything under control, didn't need our help huh (y/n)?" Finn enjoys the compliment but he looks to you. "Not really, I mean, I wouldn't have done it without (y/n), they're a beast at parkour."

#finn mertens x reader #finn the human x reader #fern mertens x reader #fern the human x reader #adventure time

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minijooy · 2 years

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﹋ ִ 🍴 ֪֢ ♡︩ · NCT DREAM: their first date with you.

୨ৎ Jeno

it's something simple, but he is serious about the date. you guys probably going to the arcade together, playing claw crane.. upset because you didn't win any prize you want. jeno is a competitive guy and so you are, "you can't beat me, y/n.", "oh, shut up, jeno. see and learn." spending like 5+ hours on arcade, because once you enter, you don't wanna leave. and after that, jeno bought McD's and eat them together in the car, eating mcflurry and making jokes about stupid things.

୨ৎ Jaemin

jaemin really put effort into the first date. you guys went to the aquarium and saw lots of cute sea animals. for you, it's really relaxing plus you got new knowledge about the animals. in there, the lighting is so beautiful, with so many shades of blue. when going to another section, you see starfishes on a display and you may touch it. "do you want to touch it?" you nodded and began to grab the whole body of starfish. "no, you can't just grab its whole body, gently pet it.", you take his words.

୨ৎ Renjun

he is stressed, and doesn't know what to do or wear on his first date with you. in the end, he took you to a dog cafe. arriving there, you were so excited and makes renjun giggle a bit. when the cafe door opened, variant breeds of dogs are everywhere!!! you pet them like a maniac and couldn't stop. of course, renjun will join you. both of you ordered the same menu and started talking while playing with the dogs and puppies. "thank you so much for bringing me here! i enjoy talking with you." you said, "but i think the one who is stealing your heart is not me, but them." he said while pointing at the puppy on your lap.

୨ৎ Haechan

you both went to the cinema and watch a scary movie together. he will buy a large++ popcorn and start to feed you before you guys went to the theater. "y/n say aaaaaaa." you eat the popcorn and his face will shine because his smile is just too bright to see. when you guys sit and the movie starts to play, haechan will be too focused, his mouth is a lil bit open and the look on his face is so cute. you grab the popcorn and started to feed him, he doesn't even notice his mouth munching all of that popcorn that made you giggle.

୨ৎ Mark

mark would bring you to an outdoor date. probably to a zoo! you both buy a ticket and the first thing you saw are birds, of different colors, they're so beautiful. you always wanna see one particular animal that reminds you to mark. you finally arrive at the tiger section "lemme take a photo of you!" even tho mark is a little bit scared, he did it for you, posing like the tiger too! so cute. "you look a lot like a tiger." you said, "yeah, and you are my prey."

୨ৎ Chenle

a lot of people told others not to go swimming on their first date, but chenle doesn't even listen. he already booked a 5-star hotel for a night, he wants his first date with you to become a memory you can't ever forget. when you arrive, he already changed and is ready to go to the swimming pool. so you follow him, you guys had a lot of fun! splashing the water here and there, laughter feeling the atmosphere. then you guys take a nap together and of course, eat a fantastic dinner.

୨ৎ Jisung

in jisung's case, you are the one preparing your first date. you decide to go ice skating, because why not? it sounds fun and exciting. jisung can't even stand upright when in the ring which made you laugh. "you like anna right?? she will be impressed if you can ice skate." you ended your sentence with a chuckle. you grab his hands and slowly but surely skate, he got determined after you mention anna from frozen. he got super happy and suddenly fell on his butt. poor little jisung.

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classificationhell · 1 month

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How would Adam treat a little? What if it was his little one?

Adam, whether he likes it or not, is a Beta Caregiver, so Littles are kind of his personal weakness. He does have a heart underneath that exterior. Yeah, he doesn't see Sinners as even remotely the same as Winners even though they are literally human souls, and he is a staunch misogynist, but he didn't exactly have an example to follow, he just happened to be the first dickhead to have the thought that men should be the head of household. However, that also means he was the provider, the one making sure there was a means to eat and kept the family protected. Clearly he became more lax and chased flights of fancy in heaven where he didn't have to work for anything, but anybody will stagnate or worse deteriorate morally, emotionally, and intellectually if there is no real push for them to be better and heaven is the pinnacle of that. Every need met and catered to and Winners don't need to worry about falling no matter what? You bet your ass prolonged exposure to this setting would fuck even the best person up to the worst parts of their character, and Adam is literally the oldest soul in heaven.

I'm guessing for the first while he'd be alone and would be told about his second wife's betrayal (if he didn't already know, there's this whole thing about Cain being the son of the serpent if you wanna know more Google it but this combined with the fact Lucifer implied he also had sex with Eve leads me to believe it could've somehow happened while they were alive, buuuut there's a whole other tangent there because they state Adam was the first human soul but then does that mean Abel didn't get into heaven or was his soul waiting for Adam do Cain and Abel even exist in the universe?!) [[For the purpose of this AU, they exist, and Abel just waited for his father at the gate because he didn't want to go in without anyone he knew there. However, for whatever reason, they've grown apart and don't see each other anymore.]]

Ehehe, sorry about that massive tangent above. This is the first Adam ask, and there's kinda some groundwork to cover for this to even make sense for a lot of people. Anyhow, back on track after his second wife's betrayal he would be in no hurry to get anybody to try and fill in any sort of spot as someone he genuinely cares about and needs him and all that. Hence, he becomes something of a playboy. Also, being the first human soul in heaven and finding out about the secondary gender and designation system he wouldn't properly understand it, all he knows is that he's a fucking Beta cuck and by the time reassigning treatment for it comes along there's already too many people here for him to just go in discreetly so he's stuck using artificial hormones and things he can get under the table through two or three parties before reaching him so nobody would ever know. Over half of his "I'm the original dick" bullshit is literally just this front he puts up to keep the facade that he's an Alpha. He even uses injections to give himself a fake rut at the same time a normal cycle would happen. His avoidance of connection leads him to staying away from places where he might bump into Littles leaving him to joining a band that plays at the strip and bar joints (it's probably tamer than hell but you're really telling me there's no one in heaven who's a good soul but just horny or likes the occasional drink? Like I get that those who indulge in excess are guilty of the sin(s or a combination) of Gluttony, Lust, and /or Greed but like once their up there you're telling me it's all ice cream shops and petting zoos and singing? Especially in this version? I mean, at what point does fun become hedonistic or overindulgence? Can you have no sex except vanilla behind closed bedroom doors? Boy, if I got redeemed, I'd be clawing my way back down extermination or no if you're telling me BDSM is outlawed. XD I am lowkey tired while writing this, so sorry for the obscene amount of tangents, cursing, and odd tone) just so he can avoid them. When Lute comes, he has someone to project his needs of caring for someone onto even though Lute is an Alpha Neutral. (90 percent of the exorcists are Alphas actually and it simultaneously passes him off, because why the fuck isn't he an Alpha, and gives him a power rush since he commands them easily and they're eating out of the palm of his fucking hand.) Granted he's not the best at it, but he's trying and also Lute is a bit much for even him at times, plus she's the only one who will correct him whenever he's wrong or about to do or say something completely stupid so he kinda hates that even if it is very rare.

Anyway, by present day he's so far pushed back his actual instinctual needs to care for someone that the very first Little, Sinner or Winner, that touches him his Caregiver is going to bond with and he's going to be stuck with them. If they're a Sinner he's sneaking them into heaven and hiding them away and at first he fucking sucks but he can't stand to see them crying especially when regressed so he gets better pretty quickly. If they're a Winner he's better to them but still somewhat resentful they're harshing his whole unattached Alpha male stud vibe he had going on. It'd be a learn to be better type story. If Lucifer found out he might be very concerned because he knows the kind of man Adam has become and he wouldn't trust the man with a goldfish, let alone a Little. (But that's a story for another time)

Anyway hope that all made sense and wasnt offensive or anything somehow I'm literally falling asleep typing.

TLDR: Adam wouldn't go within ten feet of a Little if he could help it, but when he has one of his own more and more of the man he used to be is awakened and he becomes a better Caregiver if not person overall.

#ask response #classification hell au #classificationhell #thank you #memes #hazbin hotel memes #lore adjacent #unfunny memes #first adam ask baby #Adam reaction #sorry for the tangents #rambles

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tojikai · 7 months

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I have a small message for some readers: stories and characters develop. People are going to change for the better or the worst, that’s just how it goes. Naomi wasn’t always the perfect girl (she never was), and with Gojo that’s up to you. Some people feel like he hasn’t done enough or doesn’t deserve Y/N for what he’s done to her, shit even Gojo himself feels like he doesn’t. That’s totally valid. But it’s weird when some readers are frustrated that characters try redeeming themselves or turn out to be terrible or even just make mistakes 😭 no one is perfect, that would make for a boring story. honestly this behavior happens sometimes and I just don’t get it. That anon that was victim blaming gojo for almost getting r*ped and excusing naomi really got under my skin and I felt like I had to say something. ANYWAY.

One thing I wanna say is, good for his dad. He’s finally doing what he should’ve done earlier. Staying together for a kid is never a good idea, they can always tell and it’s better to live with two parents that are happier apart than miserable together. Satoru probably saw how his father tolerated his mother and it skewed his view on relationships. But not anymore, I hope they both cut that parasite out of their lives for good. I hope that they can both go no contact easily but poor Satoru is gonna need years of therapy to undo the damage she’s done.

I’m so nervous about what Toji is going to say to Satoru. I’m actually feeling like Toji might tell him that he wants to give Satoru another chance with Y/N. Another reader pointed out that Toji had the luxury to live out their happy family and I know he would want Y/N and Yui to have that opportunity. Toji has his faults but he’s a good person and I said a couple chapters back he wants Y/N to be happy.

I DO THINK he should be letting Y/N make these decisions to be honest but I don’t even know what Toji is gonna say so let me stop before I get ahead of myself LOL

Satoru was too lenient on Naomi but it’s his decision to make on what he thinks should happen. A legal battle would just put the entire situation at the forefront of his life for months, maybe years and he just seems tired of it all. I just hope she leaves and doesn’t ever come back, she’s done enough.

Through it all, I wonder what Y/N wants. Would she be willing to give Gojo another chance? Does she even still love him like that? We’ve been a bit in the dark about her actual feelings for him, we just know what she’s been thinking. She’s a very reserved protagonist, even to us as readers I think. Toji can make her happy, I think she knows this too. So if a decision was to be made by her, I wonder what she’d choose.

I’m hoping that this zoo hangout can give them some peace and clarity for their future. Whatever it is, I know you’ll do it justice. This next chapter is either the final one, or the second to last one and I’m so excited!

Thank you so much Kai, this chapter was incredible and I hope uni is treating you well 🥰 much love to you and I appreciate your work so much. Be well!

hiiii, this is so on point. just like real people, these characters change depending on the situation they go through and information they acquire. i feel like some readers wants someone perfect, but having perfect characters could literally end an angst story in a chapter or 2 so that's less fun 😭 as for toji, he really wants yn to be and he can make her happy, it's just that their situation isn't really helping or allowing it to happen smoothly 🥹 satoru was being a soft about what he wants to happen to naomi for the sake of peace. man's just tired and other than that, he's blaming himself for it too. it's like he's thinking that it wouldn't have happened if he didn't drag it long :(( As for yn's feelings, i hope chapter 8 can deliver it well, it's in there !! anw thank you so much for this, im grateful for all of your support to me and this story<3 i hope you're doing well~

#🍭—kaitalks #f: sundered

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black-cat-charm · 7 months

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Incorrect quotes timee✨✨

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Camilo: we just didn't wanna see you get hurt!

Krel: I know you think you're tough, but you are 4'11!!

Hiro: I AM 5'0!

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Jack, pointing at Hiro: that child is morally grey at *best*

Hiro: :33

------------*at a zoo*

Tuffnut: What are they in for?

Hiccup: tuff, this isn't prison. Tuffnut: So they can leave?

Hiccup: No, but-

Tuffnut, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Hiro: *accidentally brushes Varian's hand with his own*

Varian: ...

Varian: *aggressively holds Hiro's hand*

Varian, under his breath to Hiro: Fucking commit to it.

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Anna: I need life advice.

Merida, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

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Douxie: I love you, kids. You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Krel: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Douxie: Yes.

Aja: Now I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you-

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Hiccup: *fully immersed in a new book, very focused*

Jack: *upside down on the couch* Do you think ducks have feelings?:>

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Astrid: sorry for being late, everyone. I havent been sleeping well.

Hiccup: Have you tried a weighted blanket? It's like two people holding you down while you sleep.

Snotlout: hic, blink once if you're in trouble and need assistance. Blink twice if you're just a freak.

Hiccup: *blinks five times*

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Violet, watching the news: someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Camilo, walks in covered in ink: well, maybe the squid was being a dickhead😒

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Astrid: *grabs Elsa's shoulder with one hand and holds up her other hand* I am THIS close to falling in love with you! 👌

Elsa: your fingers are touching-

Astrid: **Did I stutter?**

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Reporter: What's your type?

Astrid: My beautiful bf,hiccup

*Turning to the other members*Reporter: What about you guys?

Literally everyone else: Astrid's bf

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Hiccup: *sees Jack wearing fancy clothes*

Hiccup: I see you have a date. Who's the lucky person?

Jack: …

Jack: I forgot to ask you, didn't I...?

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Hiccup: Why are you and Rapunzel sitting with your backs to each other?

Merida: We got into a fight

Hiccup: Then why are you holding hands?

Merida: ....raps gets sad when we fight

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Jack: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Hiccup: Sure!

Hiccup: Whats your favorite color?

Jack, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like boys?

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Flynn: You know archaic Latin?

Hiccup: I got bored with classical Latin.

Flynn: You know normal Latin?

Hiccup: Yeah someone from my knitting club taught me.

Flynn : YOU HAVE A KNITTING CLUB?

Hiccup: You don't know everything about me, Rider. Now, do you want a sweater or a scarf?

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Merida: you fainted, do you remember anything?

Jack: only the ambulance ride

Anna: that wasn’t ambulance ride, i drove you

Jack: but i heard a siren?

Elsa: that was Rapunzel-

Rapunzel: sorry i got nervous -

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Jack: I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been so nauseous lately

Flynn, seriously: Maybe you’re pregnant

*they sit there in silence for a moment*

Jack: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack

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Ruffnut: Can we stay with you tonight?

Hiccup: Both of you? What happened?

Tuffnut: Someone was playing with an ouija board and cursed the whole house-

Tuffnut: Snotlout wasn’t any help. He doesn’t know how to banish spirits, so he’s just throwing salt at them yelling “does this look like a hotel to you!?”

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Anna: Why are you eating tofu?

Jack: I'm trying to convince Elsa I'm a vegan

Hiccup: Why?

Jack: I've been stealing chicken from her fridge and if I'm vegan, she can't accuse me of stealing it

Merida: Why not just buy your own chicken?Jack: this is much more fun, watch

Elsa: Okay! I have had enough! WHO THE HELL! IS EATING MY GOD DAMN CHICKEN?!

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am-i-ourple · 2 years

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I feel just like Michael, Henry would love to just exist between your thighs. He doesn't even need to eat you out, just having your thighs squeeze his head after a long day

He absolutely loves eating you out though, any time he has the chance, his goal is to make sure you cant walk for a solid 3-5 minutes.

King of aftercare in my eyes, he will have water a s snacks in his room for afterwards. Cuddles are a must so he can hold you and make sure you are comfortable and feel safe

Hey Henry, call me anytime, ill drop every thing for you to just come over and-

Anyway you know the drill, 18+ under the cut

The kids were off spending the weekend with their grandparents, having fun being spoiled and excited about their planned trip to the Zoo. All the while you and Henry were taking the time to relax with out the kids. You loved them, you both loved Charlie and Sammy so much, but all parents had a breaking point where they needed a break from the stresses of being a parent. So when Henry's father called and asked about taking the kids to the Zoo as a grandparents bonding time, you'd both agreed a little more quickly than you felt you should have. And later after goodbyes were said and the house was quiet you and Henry felt a bit guilty and lonely. It didn't take you both long to push those feelings aside and decide you needed this time to relax before they ultimately came home.

So that was what the two of you were doing now. Having set out to make dinner, before deciding to spoil yourselves with your favorite take out, and while Henry ordered the food, you set about setting up the table, not doing anything too fancy, but deciding that this should be treated as a faux date, as you hadn't had one in awhile. So you'd gathered your favorite dishes and silverware setting up your spots, before getting your favorite candle and lighting it. It was as you were deciding whether or not to break out some wine, that you felt hands wrap around your waist and lips trail kisses along your neck.

Henry hummed, before saying, "They said thatd be ready in 20-30 minutes."

Too caught up in his kisses you hummed, wrapping your own hands along his own, before asking, "Should we break out a bottle of wine? For our little dinner?"

"Whatever you want sounds good to me darling," he replied, running his nose along your jawline, "You know, darling, you look absolutely breath taking in candle light. I could never tire of seeing you like this, ever."

You just smile, and turn in his hold, moving your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, "Promise?"

Nose nudging your own, his breath mixing with your own, he replied, "Cross my heart," and then he closed the gap, kissing you like he usually only does in the privacy of your own bedroom. His lips soft but split in areas where he chewed on it while he worked on his little gadgets. His tongue running along your lips delicately before twirling with your own as you opened your mouth.

You could only melt for him, as Henry expertly undid you with a few twists of his tongue in you mouth, as you felt just a bit of jealousy over whoever taught him to use his tongue like that, because you knew that he was able to do just as good if not better in other places as well.

As the two of you pulled away, chests heaving and eyes full of lust for the other, Henry leaned forward to leave a chaste kiss on your lips, before trailing down your neck, his hands working their way up your shirt as he spoke between kisses, "I wanna taste you baby. Can I taste you?"

Still panting, and groaning at his little nips along your neck, you breathlessly say, "Here?"

"Fuck, yes right here. Wanna eat you out on the table like the meal that you are."

Whining, you nod and he quickly pushes all of the stuff you'd just placed on the table aside, taking care to make sure and move the candle to the other side of the table, leaving it lit only to watch the golden lights dance along your body. Then he's quickly pulling off your shirt, pushing you to sit on the edge of the table, as he leaves little bites along your chest, trailing his way down while undoing your pants, only pausing to pay extra attention to your nipples until they peaked from his attentions.

Once he reached low enough though, he pressed you down onto the table, tapping your hip to lift them so he could remove them. And once they and your panties were off, Henry was groaning as he sat in his chair, pressing your thighs apart as his eyes all but fucked you themselves with his heated stare.

Impatient, you wiggled your hips trying to get him to actually move, to do something. And finally he had mercy on you, resting his thumb along your dripping slit, making sure to give a broad circle around your clit before pressing it into your fluttering hole. Unable to wait any longer, Henry grabbed your hips for both leverage and to hold you steady, as he dived in.

His tongue gave you a long slow swipe, starting at your hole and going upwards until the tip of his tongue reached that hard little button. Slowly, he circled it, groaning, before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, fully enjoying the shout you gave as for once you wouldn't have to hold back any of your sweet noises.

He teased your clit for a bit longer, before making his way down lower, teasing your weeping hole with his tongue, licking up all of you juices, before thrusting his tongue as deep as possible inside of you, massaging your walls will it, and turning his head back and forth as his nose nudged at your clit. As your hands found and tugged at his hair, he grunted and pressed forward more, needing all he could get of you, as he started thrusting his tongue in and out of you, making sure that on every pull out he was curling his tongue upwards, just barely able to graze that spongey part of your wall that drove you mad.

And as your fingers tightened, he pulled back to breath, and looked up at you, you back arched and reaching for more, eyes glazed and your lips moaning out his name.

"You're so wet for me baby, and you taste so good. How do you always taste so good, I cant get enough of your little hole."

Immediately, Henry dove back in, lips and tongue going to your clit as his hands moved, one now laying across your lower stomach holding you in place, as the other trailed under your leg, leaving light touches as he moved them to your empty hole. With the slightest of touches, he trailed two fingers over the opening, giving you just the littlest amount of pressure, but refusing to press in and fill you the way you wanted. Well, until you started begging him that is, "Henry, please oh, fuck, I need....I need more...want your fingers, please give me you fingers."

And never one to be able to deny you, he pressed his fingers forward, finally breaching you hole, his own eyes fluttering close at the down right debauched whine you gave when he curled them upwards when they were fully inside. Pent up and unable to hold back, Henry picked up the pace with his tongue and started thrusting his fingers in and out of you brushing that spongey spot every time, loving and obsessing over how your words became lost to you and you noises became louder and louder.

It honestly did not take long for Henry to feel your walls tightening around him, sucking his fingers in and not wanting them to leave as he pulled them back. But it wasn't until he gave a harsh suck to your clit, that you all but screamed his name, cumming on his fingers as he moaned at how your walls pulsate around them, knowing that if it was his cock you'd be milking him for all he was worth at that moment.

Too turned on and caught up in your pleasure, Henry didn't stop, even as you cried out his name, tell him it was too much he kept his rhythm. His fingers curling into that special spot as his swelled under his ministrations. His hunger for you doubling more and more as his tongue worked you in every way he knew you liked and would make you go wild.

"Henry...too much...its too much....oh my God, oh my God, oh my- HENRY," right as your scream hits his ears, its almost like something snapped inside of you and suddenly Henry found his hand and arm drench and his mouth and lower face full of you, as you covered him in your juices. Shocked, but unable to stop, Henry liked up everything he could as his fingers kept going until you fell limp against the table, only then did he pull back and marvel at what had just happened.

Slowly raising his eyes from his own soaked arm and shirt, Henry took in you pussy, puffy and red from his mouth and fingers, your chest heaving and your arm resting over your eyes. This....this was one the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen and he was taking full advantage of soaking up the visage, before speaking in a low tone, "Did....baby did you just squirt?"

The only noise you made was a high pitched whine as you tried to close your legs, but Henry's hands stopped you.

"Fuck, baby do you think you can do it again for me," he asked heavily, working his way to lean back into you, only to be interrupted by the doorbell. Swearing, he pulled off his shirt, wiping his face and arm down, before telling you, "Don't move, im not down with you."

#ok but a sfw thought #the earlier mentioned hc that henry loves neck touches/massages and having his hairline played with #so hes had a late night and got home after the kids have gone to sleep and hes just tired and exhausted #so you sit on the couch #expecting him to sit next to you but no he collaspes on the floor in front of you in between your legs #and he just rests his head on your thigh with a deep sigh #so you reach out and start massaging his neck #tracing shapes on it and running your fingers through his hair #all the while letting him rant about his day and expell some of that stress thats built up #henry emily is a thighs man 😌#me 🤝henry = thighs 💕#henry emily x reader #im thirsty for this maaaannnnnnnn

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ca-8 · 3 years

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Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.'

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus.

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said.

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him.

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper.

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building.

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her.

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't.

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger.

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder.

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could.

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant.

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile.

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed.

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses?

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin.

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him.

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”.

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat.

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand.

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet.

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).”

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times.

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place.

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality.

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal.

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath.

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!”

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’

#is this how you write him lmao #i love this boi so much #animaniacs #cartoons #x reader #fanfiction #the reader in this is like 15 dont worry lol #im bored #yakko warner

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papercupids · 3 years

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ruin us - ten lee

pairing -> ten lee x yandere!reader

warnings -> blood, mentions of a body, yandere behaviour by the reader, mentions of a knife, the reader kills someone, ten is held captive by the reader.

i do not, in anyway condone this behaviour,

genre -> yandere

word count -> 1.6k

a/n -> this was the result of a brainstorming between me and @go-shotaro,, her brain is just so awesome please. proofread by her as well :D.

Your hands fly to the cold handle of the beige drawer of your kitchen, the colour has grown dirtier, none of you had the time nor the energy to tend to it after a long day of work.

The dim light in the kitchen was enough to illuminate your actions but it failed to reach inside the drawer, as you slid your hands through it, touching the utensils to know which was which until you found the one you were looking for.

You look around again, your shabby apartment is intact. The sofa with a dust cover on it, making the black look like a cheap brown and smelling of the cigarettes you stub on it sometimes. There were half empty glasses on the center table, the water now unfit for drinking due to the paint brushes in them, the color departing from the brush and settling inside the glass.

Pages lay scattered with half made drawings there, you could vividly recognize your face on them, in different expressions and different costumes. But all you felt was a frown making its way on your face as you remember the disappointment on ten’s face.

You were his muse, always were and always will be; he assured you but something wasn’t right for now. He claimed to be in a creative rut.

You couldn’t mask the clear the drop in your self esteem then, his paintings was what brought you two together and you let the memory of him sitting there in a cafe, in a corner just beside the window where enough sunlight could luminate his work, and staring at you as you sat diagonal to him.

He approached you around 15 minutes later, softly asking if he could sketch you out, he was in a creative rut then aS WELL and a part of you was scared that even this time he’ll need a new muse to get him out of it.

You tighten your grip on the utensil in your hand, this wasn’t the time to think about this, you shook your head.

You came home to the door unlocked and the voices from inside, convinced someone had broke into your apartment. But it baffled you how of all the influential residential areas, they’d choose yours, there wasn’t a single thing of worth here.

Nevertheless, the knife in your hand was unwavering. And you took steps slowly and in a featherlight way.

There was a sane side of you that wanted to call ten and let him know about this but he’d be at work, probably working his ass out and, you glance at your watch, he was going to be home in about an hour already so there was no use in bothering him.

The door from where the voices had been coming from was the room ten had converted into his studio, with a huge easel in the corner of the room, a one seat replica of the sofa you had in your living room in the other corner.

His paints littered across the room on piles of newspaper that had been long destroyed.

The door is right in front of you and you can smell perfume in the air, way more expensive than the one bottle you had tucked away in the closet of your bathroom, and you push open the door, readying the knife.

And you let out a soft gasp.

Ten is at work, his brows furrowed, and sweat beads appearing on his skin, his concentration doesn’t faze even when the door you throw open lets out a screech. He’s still in his uniform and in any other instance you’d be complaining to him about how hard the paint is to get out of a cloth and how he should have atleast discarded the shirt before sitting down to paint, and to which he’d reply, “you don't think about these things when inspiration strikes,”

But to your horror, there's someone seated there.

And you swear that that’s when your world comes shaking down, piece by piece and you swear you can hear the cracks shattering.

There’s someone on the sofa, with a small face, a bob cut with bangs and doe eyes, you can swear she’s one of the prettiest people you’ve ever laid eyes on. Any other instance you’d swoon over her, but right now all you feel is the lump in your throat, making your hands shake and the anger that doesn’t let you drop the knife.

“Ten,” you say in a softer voice than you intend to, ten and the girl turn to you, interrupted.

Ten is pale as he looks at you, he’s unsure of what your reaction would be, he tries to be calm, but his eyes give it away.

“Babe,” his voice is honey, and it sounds like he’s capturing a wild animal that has escaped from a zoo, all you feel is the urge to stab the canvas that he’s painting on.

“Meet Lisa,” his tone is yet not changed, and Lisa offers you and looks at you with an awkward smile the same way, like a tilt of her head and you could go feral at any moment.

“What is she doing here,” it’s not a question, it’s a signal for her to pack her things and leave, and she can see it, watching her reflection in the steel.

“I- i- met her at work, i felt like i could paint her,” ten is scared, not for him, he knows how to deal with you but the fact that lisa is right beside you, your knife in the very hand she sits beside.

“You wanted her to be your muse,” you spit out, taking steps inside the room.

“If you could just put down the knife,” ten retaliates.

“You wanted her to be your muse,” you repeat, trying to grasp, was he going to replace you?

Was he going to throw an entire year of an intimate relationship for his godforsaken painting? Was he going to paint her in the same colours he did you?

It made you want to break his paintbrushes, was it more than your love?

He stands up from his stool, slowly, and walks towards you dodging the paint in his way.

“She’s not my muse, babe, that’s you, i just- you know i’ve been struggling with inspiration lately, she offered to help,” he circles around you and rubs his hand on your free arm.

“Put down the knife, babe,”

He calculates and there's a twitch in his eyebrows as he reaches your knife, and as he confirms you won’t do anything, he takes your hand around his waist and pulls you in close.

“She’s not gonna replace you, no one’s ever gonna replace you,” he whispers in your ear.

You take small and exhausted steps into the room, it almost felt like you’d faint from the lack of energy in you. You rubbed at your eyes; sore from all the crying, you hadn’t looked into a mirror, but you were sure if you did your face resembled a shell of your bright self.

You were so upset. Why did ten have to go ahead and do this?

And as you fumble for switches in the dark, the material is cold beneath your fingers, making you feel and numb at the same time. After a few clicking sounds, you finally turn on the right one.

And you’re greeted with a warm feeling, a feeling that makes you break down all over again, why did you love him that much? Why were you so weak for him?

He’s there; but he refuses to look at you, and as you inch closer to him you can see a look of fear and disgust mixed in his eyes.

“ten,” you whisper softly, afraid someone might hear you. You decide to try again for the sake of the amount of the love you had in you, that it literally ran in the blood of your veins.

“I know I’m not perfect, but I love you.”

Ten doesn’t look at you for a while, hoping you’d go away, but you sit on the floor with an urging look, wanting to make him understand your pure intentions.

He turns to you and flinches lightly, “What this is, what you’re doing and what you did, this isn’t love.”

You sigh, “how many times should i explain it to you, it was a mistake, ten. Mistakes happen.”

“Yeah, well, it might be a mistake, y/n. But she’s dead. You killed her.” and he finally dares to look at the side of the room he has been avoiding since last night.

And there’s a pool of blood right there, a knife adorning the body which laid lifelessly there.

The ends of your eyes are burning, tears threatening to fall again as you make an attempt to clear yourself again.

“She would have taken you away from me,” you whisper, hoping he’d get it, but it just causes him to snarl and struggle at the binds around his hands.

“What the fuck are you going on about? We were going just perfect before this. If you trusted me just a bit, you wouldn’t have done this.”

“I did it because I didn't wanna let her ruin us, baby.”

He flinches again at the nickname, a day ago, he’d have felt proud and happy that he’d finally found someone who loved him. But now it just felt bitter.

You throw your hands up in withdrawal, “fine, if you wanna keep being this way, then i’m not gonna stop you,”

“You can stay here and look at your friend until I've found a way to deal with her.” and you get up and turn away from the room, switching off the light.

“Have fun,” even in the dark, ten could see the smirk that painted your lips. He had no option but to give in.

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𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

Chapter 2: bad was the blood

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Pairings: bucky barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,376

Summary: blessed with telepathic abilities since birth, you were captured by HYDRA and turned into one of their weapons to kill. after the blip, you were pardoned by the government and you were obliged to check up with dr. raynor everyday which you had no clue would lead you to the one soul you’d been waiting for.

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+) angst, mentions of anxiety, nightmares, murders.

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @ohmickeyhenry who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for trusting me with your story. i sincerely hope you like it.

It had been a week since you and Bucky reunited and ever since that night, you and him were practically inseparable. Your bedroom was next to his and each night, he always came to yours to catch up on things and some nights, your conversation would go so deep that he would find himself waking up in your bed when the sun rises. He’d always leave your bed slowly to go into his room so that he wouldn’t wake you.

Each night he sleeps next to you, his nightmare became less intense. They still haunted him but they were vague, it was as if the faces of his victims become blurry and the echoes become whispers. One night, Bucky came back home from a small mission late and by the time he arrived at the compound, you were already asleep. Bucky knew the passcode to your door so he could let himself in anytime. He typed in those numbers and slowly opened the door and he smiled at the view of you sleeping peacefully. He would watch you sleep all night if he could, but he was exhausted and so were you, so he left you alone to rest.

Beads of sweat rolled down your skin as the cold air sent shivers down your spine. You watched the emotions in Natasha’s eyes vanished, as if her soul left her body and that’s left was the vessel. Sam, Tony and Bruce stood there like statues, waiting for your order. They had one thing in common with Natasha and that was the void of emotion. You felt a sense of pride in turning the Avengers into lifeless soldiers. They were at your mercy, you could command them to destroy the entire world with only a whisper.

Then you felt a cold grip on your arm, “Y/N… Why are you doing this?” Those steel blue eyes held so much pain in them as if he had just been betrayed by the person he trusted the most. “Stop this now! This isn’t you.” Bucky pleaded.

“Stand back soldier, or you are next.”

“No, I won’t let you do this to our friends.”

“Stand back. I will not ask you once again,” you warned him without a hint of uncertainty.

“Stop this, now or I will.” Bucky opposed.

“Very well,” with merely a glare, you activated the soldier you once knew. Years ago in the cold bunker of Hydra, ready to murder with a single order.

“готов подчиниться.”

You watched his blue eyes turned to ice, imitating his infamous name. You smirked and leaned close to his ear, “welcome back, soldier.”

You thrashed your body in your sheets and woke up with a loud scream. You thought you were doing well but the nightmare returned. You were doing what you dreaded again to your friends, the people you considered your family now. You sat up in your bed and sobbed until you heard Bucky opened your door with a concerned gaze. “Y/N, are you okay…?” He didn’t hesitate in running to you and sat next to you on your bed.

“I didn’t mean to, I- I never meant to hurt anyone…” You sobbed against Bucky’s chest as he wrapped his arm around you. His flesh arm held your head close to where his heart was beating and he tried to calm you down by stroking your hair and shushed you. He didn't know what you meant by that and he had many questions to ask but he understood better than anyone that in this state, integrating you would only cause more damage, so he let you cry it all out and comfort you in every way he could.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, it’s going to be okay.”

You cried as you laid on Bucky’s chest until exhaustion took you over. You didn’t remember when you both began to drift away but as Bucky was sleeping, he saw visions of you doing heinous things to people, innocent souls who were held against their wills. He heard their screams and their pleas, but they weren’t looking at him, they were looking at… Her. Bucky had never seen her gaze so cold. Then he was transported into another scene… The place where HYDRA used to store him. It was one of the Russian Armed Forces, Vasily Karpov who was in charge of him during his Winter Soldier years.

Bucky remembered every second he spent trapped in the chair as he was given his orders. But this time, it was her strapped on that chair, screaming in agony. He watched him spelling out the activation words, they were different than his but just as effective. Bucky tried to reach her out, wanting to punch all those men and get her out of there but somehow his feet were stuck in place.

As the last word was uttered, he watched the woman he had slowly fallen in love with disappeared, replaced by a soulless soldier who was ready to kill anything that stood in her way. Bucky woke up to faint echoes of his name being called, “Bucky…” And slowly, he began to come back to life, and he saw her face, still the woman he knew, not the soldier in his dream, looming over him. “Did you see it?”

Bucky instantly sat up as he stared at her, “you were one of the winter soldiers. You were there.”

You nodded, “I was… They never referred to me as the winter soldier, however, I was treated just the same as you were. I had the same purpose as you.”

“How come you never told me?” His gaze was soft, he didn’t sound disappointed or betrayed, he just sounded… Worried.

“I couldn’t… I just didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t want to ruin what we had so I figured, if I left you first, I wouldn’t have to hurt you too and I was afraid that if you found out, you’d never look at me the same.”

“Sweetheart, we are both haunted by the same things. I’d never hate you for what you did. Don’t you think I didn’t have the same fears before? We’ll get through this together, I promise.” He held your face in his hands, the contrast of temperature in both of his hands was somehow soothing you, reminding you that he was once just as peccable as you were.

“But I don’t trust myself, Bucky. Someone could find the book and if they say the words, I could hurt people again… I could hurt you too. And I don’t know if I would ever come back.”

“I won’t let that happen, I promise you. I couldn’t trust my own mind too until I went to Wakanda and they fixed me. They removed the winter soldier program and now I’m free.”

“Is that… Possible?”

“Yes, I’ll explain everything in the morning but, right now, we need to rest.”

“Okay…” you were feeling rather drowsy, not only physically but emotionally too. It was never easy to unravel such shame and remorse.

Bucky laid back and opened his arm for you to sneak under it. You placed your head on his chest, feeling safe and sound being so close to him. Bucky’s fingers tangled with your hair as he kissed your forehead. “Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?”

“I promise,” he whispered.

The sound of his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

The next morning, Bucky and you had breakfast together. It was early, the dawn had just begun, and some of the Avengers were out for a run or still asleep. You and Bucky had some alone time in the kitchen and you were thankful for the brief moment of solitude.

“So, what I said last night…” Bucky initiated the conversation as he put his coffee mug on the table. “I really think our best option is to go to Wakanda, y/n. They’ve got the best medical equipment, the people are extremely smart, they’ll take care of you. Just like they took care of me.”

“What makes you think they want to treat me, Buck? I mean, they took you in because the king and Steve made an agreement, but they have no idea who I am and even if they do, they don’t owe me anything.”

“The Wakandans may be resourceful and independent, but they are generous people too. I’ll call Ayo and sort everything out. They can spare me a few more favours.”

“If they agree to treat me, I only wanna go if you go too. I don’t wanna be alone in a country I’ve never been to before, Buck. I’m not familiar with their culture, I don’t speak their language, I don’t wanna fuck it up, you know?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you every step of the way. I promise.”

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Because you’re the only good thing that happened to me in the past seventy years.”

You never believed in butterflies, but you swore in that moment, the whole damn zoo went nuts. Bucky had a way to make you feel loved and cherished, and you were falling fast. You just hoped that he’d be there to catch you.

The sincerity in his eyes made you smile like you never had before. Looking back, the only times you had ever genuinely smiled was because of Bucky. His texts, his face, his touches, they were your newfound grace. Bucky told you that you were the only good thing that happened to him in the past seventy years, but so was he to you. Was it possible for two fucked up people who had done heinous things to find such love? You could only hope that nothing would come in the way of that.

Wakanda was a breath of fresh air. Figuratively and literally. You loved New York, no matter what, it would always be your home. However, Wakanda could definitely give New York a run for its money. The air was free out of pollutions from vehicles, everywhere you look, the landscape was filled with scenic greenery and not to mention the futuristic architectures yet deeply rooted in their culture. The people were welcoming and kind, yet they were not to be crossed over.

When you and Bucky first landed, the king himself, T’Challa with Okoye and Ayo by his sides welcomed you. It was intimidating to be in their presence, yet you were fascinated by how graceful they were. You were hoping that your anxiety wouldn’t make you do something dumb or stupid in front of them so as soon as you were out of the quinjet that Sam was flying, you bowed in front of the king. “We don’t do that here…” T’Challa declared.

You swore you could pass out from embarrassment. Bucky chuckled when you straightened your pose. T’Challa shook hands with Bucky like they were old friends, so did he with Sam. Bucky had been communicating with Ayo regarding your visit today so he didn’t have to explain why you were there anymore. They led you to Shuri’s lab where the miracle occurs.

When she saw you, she was nothing like you expected. She was younger than you but she seemed so ahead of you. She seemed so ahead of everyone in the room. She was bright and had an effervescent personality. The lab was unlike anything you’d ever seen, even Tony’s lab in the compound wasn’t as swanky as this one. Shuri’s lab had equipment you didn't even know existed.

She greeted you both, “welcome back Sergeant Barnes, and who’s your girlfriend?” her bluntness caught you off guard.

“Princess, this is y/n and y/n this is Princess Shuri. King T’challa’s younger sister. She was the one who fixed me eight years ago.”

“Hi Princess, it’s an honour.” You shook her hands.

“Welcome. Now let’s get you comfortable so we can take a look inside your brain, yeah?”

Now here you were, sitting in front of a burning yule log, the fire illuminated your face in the dead of the night. Ayo was standing across you, watching you with her spear ready but she trusted you, regardless. Bucky sat next to you, close enough to reassure you that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you or anyone.

“It’s gonna work, y/n. I promise.”

“What if it doesn’t? How will you bring me back?”

“Shuri would know what to do. I was sceptical of my own mind too at first, but I turned out fine. Better, even. You’re in good hands.”

“If she comes back, and you can’t stop her, promise me you’ll put her out, even if it kills me.”

“Y/N…” He looked wounded, how could he possibly do such a thing to the woman he loved?

“James! I can’t hurt anyone else anymore, and worse, if I hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

He nodded, though his heart was saying otherwise. “Okay, I promise.”

The tears in your eyes crawled down your cheeks and he held you close in the hut you’d been sharing with him. He kissed your hair like he would when he comforted you. The hut was simple and far away from the modern life you were used to in the compound or in New York, but you loved the tranquillity and simplicity of it. Some nights where Bucky and you would lie together, warming each other up, wearing nothing but customary clothes, you’d quietly think, you could get used to this. The simple life, with Bucky. Just you and him, and the rest of the world fade into the background. You wondered, could you still have it? That life? Or was it just wishful thinking? Right now, you could only hope that you’d be released from the demons of your past, that still lived in your head.

“I’ll be here, doll.” Bucky whispered and held your hand until the very last second.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone, Y/N. We successfully removed the winter soldier programs from James’ mind like rotten fur, you have nothing to worry.”

You nodded, “okay Ayo… I’m ready.”

You inhaled and stared at your own feet. The soil seemed like a great distraction at that moment. You wished you could hold Bucky’s hand but you didn’t want to look like a scared little baby. Then you heard it, Ayo’s assured voice spelling out the first codeword and the tension in your body rose. You trembled from the cold air, preparing yourself for the worst to happen as she uttered the next one. With each word, the fear in your veins amplified, thinking that any second now you were going to be a passenger in your own body and the demon that lived within you was going to take over.

But as Ayo uttered the last word, you were still there. You remembered your name, you remember where you were, you remembered the people around you and why you were there. You didn’t feel paralyzed, but rather alive. Freed from chains. You couldn’t believe it, you were never one to believe in miracles but that night, you did.

“You’re free, y/n.” Ayo smile like a proud mother.

“I’m free…” You repeated her words as if you were trying to convince yourself that it’s true.

She nodded, and you looked at Bucky who couldn’t hold himself back from wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your temple. “Oh, baby….” You could hear the genuine happiness in his voice and the shape of his lips forming a smile against you.

“You are both free,” Ayo declared.

You looked into his blue eyes that were gleaming with joy and love for only you. In that moment, you wished you had your phone with you so you could capture the priceless look on his face. You knew he was happy for you, however, you felt like you were celebrating his happiness instead. Maybe that’s what true love really is, celebrating each other’s happiness.

He grabbed your face and kissed you so deeply, taking your breath away. You could taste the saltiness of your tears cascaded down to your lips, but it was okay because you could feel Bucky’s soft lips against yours too and it was all you needed.

You held hands with Bucky, walking down to your shared hut, never wanting to untangle yourself from each other. Each night in Wakanda was an entire voyage itself. The scintillating stars in the sky and the quietness was paradise. You could see why Bucky adored Wakanda so much, everything about this country is perfect.

You laid on Bucky’s chest, playing with his dog tag. Even while sleeping, he never took it off. “I can’t believe I’m finally free…” you whispered.

Bucky looked down at you, “believe it doll, you deserve it.”

You sat up and leaned on your elbow, looking at him, “Thank you for getting me here and for being with me through it all. You’re amazing, Bucky.”

“No, doll, that is you. You’re one of the strongest people I know and I admire that.” Bucky sat up and he stared into your eyes as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

In that moment, there was a sudden urge to have him in a way you hadn’t had. You didn’t care about anything else, you just needed to feel every inch of him, and you needed him to feel every inch of you. You slammed your lips onto his, taking Bucky by surprise yet he leaned into it. Bucky grabbed your arse, pushing your body closer to him, despite the nonexistent gap between you. Bucky licked your bottom lip, and you took his cue as parting them, allowing his tongue to take over your mouth.

You stopped for a second to gasp for air, and you closed your eyes, letting Bucky take the wheel. Bucky moved his flesh hand to your hair, holding a fistful of it to your face in place. Then when he felt like he needed more, Bucky moved his hands to your thighs, lifting you onto his thighs, then he shifted his body around so that he was on top of you and you were lying on the pillow.

Bucky was still kissing you until he started moving his kisses down to your chin, then to your jaw then to your neck, the spot that he knew would elicit a sound of you. Bucky might’ve been over a hundred years old and he hadn’t been intimate with anyone since 1945 but he still remembered how he used to make a woman scream for his name and he wasn’t going to waste that talent.

Bucky lifted the hem of the tank top you were sleeping in and you raised your hands to make it easier for him to get rid of it. This was the first time Bucky had seen you naked, you were always sleeping in clothes next to him, whether it’s a tank top and super short shorts, you were always covered. But now, you were all bare and you were slightly nervous because you hadn’t let anyone see you like this since you were captured by HYDRA.

Chills ran down your spine from the crisp air, but it was also because of the way Bucky was ogling you. You could see how dilated his pupils are, overshadowing the blue. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathed.

Bucky continued his lecherous act, kissing down your chest then to your right nipple, swirling his tongue around like a lollipop while his other hand toyed with your left breast. You arched your back as you shut your eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted to you. You whimpered, needing more of him. “Bucky…”

He wanted to taste more of you so he trailed kisses down your stomach, waking up the butterflies inside until he was breathing to your core. Even in the darkness, he could see how your wetness glistens. He wrapped his arms in each of your thighs and spread them apart for him to dive in. He could tell you were feeling a little shy but he made sure to make you feel otherwise by kissing the insides of your thighs, telling you, “I bet you taste real sweet, darling…”

His words made you open your eyes and looked down at him, between your things. He smirked mischievously at your reaction. Then he dipped into your core, licking a stripe up to your clit, making you moan out his name. The way his stubble burnt your delicate flesh made you want to close your thighs however, Bucky held them firmly in place. He savoured every drop, devouring you like a famished man. Your thighs trembled around him and you bit your lip trying to surpass the moans. The slurping sounds that he made were sinful.

Then he shoved two of his fingers inside you, scissoring you open for him. You gasped, the intrusion shocked you, causing you to open your eyes and look down at his act. “Oh God, Buck, I’m fucking close…”

He dipped down again, savouring more juices flowing out of you. “Shh, I know doll, let go. I got you.” He continued his assault on your cunt until you felt the bubble in your belly exploded, making you see stars. You had forgotten the pleasure of chasing your orgasm until Bucky reminded you. Bucky swallowed every drop you released, not wanting to waste anything. He stayed there until you had nothing more to give.

Bucky rose from between your thighs, kissing you passionately and you could taste yourself on his tongue. It was so fucking debauched yet you fucking loved it. You wrap your arms around his neck and run your hands through his hair, messing it up and he looked so fucking sexy.

“I want you Bucky, please fill me up,” you pleaded in between makeout.

“You want this doll? You want me?” He knew what you desired, he just wanted to make sure one last time before you go all the way so you wouldn’t regret it in the morning.“

“Yes Bucky, I want all of you… Only you.”

“I got you, sweetheart.” Bucky grabbed your hands and put them above your head. He pulled back to take off his pants, freeing his cock out of his boxer. To say Bucky was packing light would be a massive lie. He was long and thick, not to mention he was painfully hard. You really didn’t expect it. You had thought about it and you guessed he was more on the lengthy side yet, he seemed to surprise you more and more every time.

Bucky saw the way you stared at it and he smirked at your reaction. “Like what you see, doll?” He stroked the shaft, getting it ready to plunge into you.

You bit your lip as your chest heaved at the licentious scene, “can I taste it?”

Bucky scoffed and shook his head while still stroking himself, “not tonight, doll. But I’ll hold your word.” He crawled back up to your body and you spread your legs apart to make room for him, you maintained eye contact as he held both of your hands that were still above your head. You could feel the nudge of the tip of his cock on your bud, making your toes curl, “are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes…” you practically whined. “Please, take me.”

Without a second thought, Bucky pushed himself inside you, slowly yet you could feel every inch of him stretching your walls open and you threw your head back, the friction caused your head to spin. You cried out his name as you tightened your grip on his hands, needing to hold onto something.

Bucky grunted when he was fully inside and he took a moment to hide his face in your neck, “ah, fucking hell, doll. You feel amazing.”

“Move Bucky, please…” you pleaded after you adjusted to him being inside you.

Bucky began to move slowly, started with shallow thrusts, pulling back a bit then pushed it back inside. When you didn’t show any signs of resistance, he began to pick up the pace and it made your moans grow louder. “Oh, fuck…” you cursed due to the sensation. “Faster, Buck…”

Your wish is Bucky’s command, he did as you asked and he was enjoying more and more of it. You lifted your legs higher on his waist, locking them there for dear life. You wailed as his cock impaled you, forgetting that there were probably kids sleeping around your hut but you were too clouded with pleasure to worry about that. The onslaught caused you to clench around him and your coil tightened. Knowing you won’t last much longer, Bucky detached his flesh hand from yours and moved it down to your clit, rubbing it in circles over and over again and you plummeted into bliss, electricity ran through your veins as you hit your peak, releasing yourself all over him.

Bucky kept thrusting, seeing the way your face contorted in satisfaction because of him and how your walls tightened around him threw him off the edge, causing him to reach his own orgasm. He spilt himself inside you, finishing with shallow thrusts until every drop was stored. “Ah, fuck…” He groaned.

Bucky laid on top of you while still staying inside you. You loved the intimacy of being this close to him, honestly, you wouldn’t mind staying in this position until dawn. Both of you tried to gain control over your breathing as you were completely spent. Once he regained composure, he pulled himself out of you and laid next to you.

“That was…”

“Fucking amazing? Yeah…” Bucky completed that sentence as he held you in his arms and kissed your forehead.

“You were amazing, doll.” He continued.

“I haven’t had sex since… Well, since as long as I can remember.”

“Me too, doll. You are my first since everything that happened.”

“You are mine, too.”

For a few seconds, you just stared at each other lovingly with satisfaction plastered all over your faces. You relished in each others’ warmth, despite the hut reeking of sweat and smell of sex, you found comfort in each other, putting both of you to sleep.

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romeulusroy · 4 years

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Viktor Flirting With You, Marcus' Friend, Would Include:

Requested: @uhohscarlett

It all started at Shabnams party

Marcus hadn't even wanted to go in the first place

Of all your friends, you were the one to finally convince him

This wasn't a normal high school, you'd never have a normal experience except for maybe the house parties

You'd never know, though unless you went

"Please, please, please, please, please!"

"Fine, but if I'm not have fun, I'm leaving."

"Deal!"

You didn't expect it to be as crazy as it was

Even the front yard was destroyed, and the night was still young

The two of you had broken off earlier than he wanted

Parties weren't his thing, he would have much preferred you stick together, but you slipped away in search of booze

Alone in what felt like a zoo, Marcus made conversation with some interesting characters, praying you'd be back soon

You'd forgotten all about the booze though

He caught you rummaging around in the kitchen, red solo cups in hand, cursing all the bottles you found empty

You were expecting him to make a joke about you, picking on you, wanting to beat him to the punchline before he ruined your night

"What do you want Viktor? Gonna make fun of my clothes, again? Or how about my hair? Why don't we get creative, and pick apart my personality this time, huh bud? That'd be a new low for you."

Accompanied with an eye roll, but Viktor just stares, stepping from one foot to the other, as if he were unsure of himself

"I was going to say you look. . . . nice."

Saying that, he found a liquor bottle that was half full among the empties, filling the cups, taking the one that was meant for Marcus

Did he just say that?

You looked him up and down, trying to determine exactly how drunk, high, or both he was, but Viktor looked sober, he wasn't slurring his words or stumbling around, he just seemed nervous. . . .

"Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"What? No, no!"

Still, you checked behind you, around you, incase his friends were laughing, or Brandy and her cheerleader squad were waiting to attack

But you two were alone, in your own corner in the chaos

You couldn't believe he was even talking to you

Legacies and Rats weren't supposed to get along

That's just how it worked at the school, though, in your defense, it was mostly the Legacies fucking with the Rats, and the Rats getting revenge

You feared this could be the start of something

Viktor saw that, wanting to show you he was serious

He compliments you again, this time with a smile

You never thought you'd hear anything like that come out of Viktors mouth directed at you

It was sweet, sure, but you made sure to put some distance between you, in case his friends had something planned, then there would be time for you to run, get away, or defend yourself

Viktor seemed different though. . . .

He seemed more relaxed around you, leaning against the counter, his shoulders slouched, smile a little goofier

You weren't sure if it was because of the booze or you

You lost track of time together, forgetting about Marcus, getting caught up in conversation about nothing in particular

"I can't talk about homework right now! Do you know how many missing assignments I have? Lin's gonna put my head on a stake."

"I thought you were a good student."

"I am! I just don't care for that class."

You make sure to avoid anything that could be used against you or made into a joke, but Viktor just like a talking to you

He's even funny! Surprisingly!

He makes you choke on your drink a few times, playfully hitting him, trying to contain your own laughter

You never thought you'd be spending the party like this

It was going better than you ever expected

He poked fun at his friends, at Shabnam, at the whole party

It was easy talking with him, this version of him, even, admittedly, easier than it was talking to your friends about these kinds of things

You were gone long enough for Marcus to find his own drinks, having more than he should have, unable to see straight

"Y/n! Y/n, I wanna go home!"

But the music and the crowd were too loud to hear

He stumbled his way through the house, finding you still in the kitchen, laughing at someone, even being affectionate?

The closer he got, the clearer the figure became

"What the fuck y/n?"

You excuse yourself, realizing that drunken idiot was your friend, steering him outside, hoping the fresh air can sober him up

"Why were you talking to him?"

"I didn't mean to! He's just been really nice to me all night."

"He's up to something y/n, it's a trick."

You thought so too, in the beginning, but it didn't seem like that now. . .

His words hurt, like it was unbelievable anyone in the whole school, even a legacy, could like you and flirt with you at a party

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"They're bad guys y/n, Viktor is a bad guy. Do you really think he could possibly like you?"

He knew as soon as he said it, it was a mistake, watching your expression change from annoyance to hurt

No matter how drunk he was, no amount of alcohol could have made what he said okay, it made his stomach drop

"Go home Marcus," you sigh. "I can take care of myself."

You slam the door in his face, bumping into Viktor on your way back in, who was concerned about the unlikely fight you had with Marcus

You knew it was a 180 in his personality, that he'd been a jerk all school year, but part of you hoped it was because he was alone, because no one was watching, and there were no expectations to be cruel, that he was acting like a normal human being

The only one who knew, though, was Viktor, and you had to be ready for any scenario, any outcome, and you would be

He even looked upset at your sudden change in mood

"I'm okay, promise," you shook your empty cup. "I think I need a refill."

"That I can help with."

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lizzybeth1986 · 6 years

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Nuestra Familia (RCD MC: Astrid)

Book: Red Carpet Diaries

Rating: G

Pairing: Astrid-centric, minor Seth x Astrid

Summary: Astrid realises she doesn't know her family as well she had thought. Minor crossover with The Freshman/The Sophomore/The Junior.

Author's Note: This is a bit late for MC Appreciation Week, but I figured I'd put it out there anyway. This is my origin story for Astrid Ortega, my second RCD MC, who is involved with Seth. There's a cameo of one character from TF/TS/TJ in the end and I have a feeling you folks have already figured out who it is 😅 I used (of course) the "crossover" prompt from this list for my fic. I'm tagging @choices-mc-rules, in case they would still like to reblog this.

Translations:

Nuestra familia - "our family" in Spanish.

Chanclas - slippers/flip-flops

Tres leches cake - Typically a very moist chiffon cake soaked in a mixture of evaporated milk, condensed milk and heavy cream. Tres leches literally means "three milks".

Abuela - one of the terms used for ‘grandmother’ in Spanish.

Ita - Short for Abuelita, also used for grandmothers. Astrid calls her grandmother the former, her mom Teresa calls her grandmother the latter.

Manda Huevos - Can mean a lot of things according to context, but generally used to express a range of emotions, such as annoyance, disappointment, contempt or disbelief. In this context, Teresa means “it's not fair”.

If I've gotten anything wrong in terms of references, please do tell me, and I'll definitely fix it in the fic.

“One more foot inside my kitchen and it'll be my chanclas for you later.”

Teresa Ortega said these words to her daughter Astrid, in the same tone one would use to offer a guest some tea.

It wasn't that her mom didn't allow her kids to help with the cooking. She did. Salome was too young to do much but set the table yet but Astrid (and her big sister Letitia, whenever she was home) often pitched in to help with the meal.

But heaven help anyone who tried to help Mom with her tres leches cake.

This recipe was from Mom's Ita’s faded little diary, passed down to her by her mother on the condition that she would learn its recipes off by heart. It was her pride and joy, Mom would often say. Her baby before her actual babies came along.

And today it was even more essential Mom get this cake right. Astrid's abuela was visiting, and ever since Astrid's mother insisted on naming her Astrid (“She’s already named my first and last - at least leave the middle one to me!”) she could do nothing right.

Perhaps it would've been easier to handle if Dad wasn't Abuela's only son, if Mom had someone she could jointly ignore Abuela with, if they had cousins they could play with while the adults sorted out their issues. Or perhaps not. Still, it would have been nice to know.

“Easy, mom, I'm not going to touch your precious cake,” Astrid said, grinning, “Lemme demolish it at lunch instead.”

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't tempted, though. She could get the scent of baked cake wafting in all the way from her bedroom, and her mother was already starting to combine Carnation milk, condensed milk and 1/4th of a cup of heavy cream into a thin, but somewhat creamy, mixture.

Mom raised her eyebrows. “Why are you here, then?”

Astrid felt the muscles around her neck tense up, but schooled her face to a look of injured innocence. “What, can't I just want to talk to my mom once in a while?”

She craned her neck a little further behind Astrid, a tiny frown beginning to form between her brows. “What's that you're holding behind your back?”

Ding! The cake was ready now, just in time for soaking. Astrid let out a sigh of relief. She wanted Mom to see this wedding card, yes - it was why she came to the kitchen in the first place - but now was probably not the time for questions. Questions about family or about secrets. Not when she knew how important it was for her mother to get her weekend cakes right.

“Family” was always a big deal around the Ortega table. Dad was his mother's only child, and Mom’s parents passed on long before any of them were ever born. Her father was as annoyed by Abuela's antics as her mother was, but it never stopped him from having her visit every Sunday because “she's the only family we have left”.

It was as if he needed her to keep himself rooted, as if without her he would be floating aimlessly, no aim or identity, taking his wife and children down that path with him. Abuela knew this. By God, did she know this.

Or so I thought, Astrid said to herself, gripping the wedding card tightly and creating new creases where the word Ortega was written.

Mom was gritting her teeth now, carefully pouring the three-milk mixture over the cake and muttering to herself. “One more word about dry cake this time and I'll give her soggy toast, I swear I will.”

Astrid would have stood up last week and said something to Abuela, if only Mom would let her. It was probably a good thing Leticia wasn't around, she'd fire shots at Abuela for less. She was protective over all of them and often in the heat of the moment she'd forget she’d be landing them all in further trouble.

She was still muttering. “Wants chiffon cake. Screams bloody murder if I use box mix. What, Teresa, looking for shortcuts again?” Mom's voice was raised in an accurately nasal imitation of Abuela's voice. It was almost like she'd forgotten Astrid was there. “Then I make it from scratch like she wants. Then it's Oh Teresa this is so dry oh Teresa it tastes like sawdust. Why else do you think I use box mix, eh? You want it from scratch and you want moist. ¡Manda Huevos!”

The diatribe kept Mom occupied while she finished pouring, so Astrid kept silent. Mom needed this. This wasn't something she can say in front of Letitia (resulting in another Sunday screaming match) or Dad (what would he do?) or Salome (no way would the kid ever take Salome, language! seriously again). Mom needed someone to have her back, no matter how silently or secretly. And that someone had better be her.

“If only Linda had stayed…”

Astrid froze. “What did you say?”

Mom looked up, blinked twice, then stiffened. “Nothing. Nothing.”

Silently, Astrid handed over the card she'd been holding, all this time. She found it while searching for her dad's treasured García Lorca poetry collection, hidden between a page that exalted love and a page that mourned loss.

Mom took it from her, her eyes widening as she read the words.

LINDA ORTEGA

and

DOMINIC SANDOVAL

request the honour of your company at their wedding.

“Dad always told us he was all Abuela has, right,” Astrid said, “The only Ortega for miles around."

Mom answered by busying herself with more activity than ever. Keeping the soaked cake in the fridge. Pouring the remaining milk mixture into two glasses. Washing her hands. Washing the dishes.

“I'll do that for you,” Astrid took a plate from Mom's hands, “Just talk to me.” She grabbed a sponge and dish washing soap, cleaning vigorously. “All this time, Dad's been telling us Abuela's the only family he has, Mom. Like, he has no one else. Like, we have no sisters or brothers besides the three of us. Was he lying?”

“You're wrong,” Mom said, her voice suddenly sounding sharper, harder, “Abuela's the only family he has left. Your father didn't lie.”

“Just omitted the truth, yeah,” Astrid wished she knew how she felt about this. Right now there was so much she was feeling that she didn't exactly know where to begin. “There's no “together with our parents” above their names either. Not like yours’.”

Mom sighed, picked the card up, then held up two glasses of milk-mixture in front of her. “Take one and give the other to your sister. I have a lot of work to do.”

On any other day, Astrid would have grabbed that glass and relished its creaminess, wiping the milk-moustache off her mouth with a flourish. But today no amount of sweetness was going to take away that weird metallic taste in the roof of her mouth.

“I'm not done asking about this,” Astrid said, scowling, “to you or to Dad. If I have aunts and cousins out there, that's something I wanna know.”

Astrid did try in the weeks to come. But she never saw the wedding card again, and neither Mom or Dad ever responded when she raised the topic again. Still. It felt nice to dream.

Every time Abuela made a snide remark at lunch, she imagined her cousins there. A snarky younger girl who’d make smartass comments. A strong boy her age who’d shut Abuela up with just a glare. A nice aunt who’d take Mom's mind off all this nonsense. It didn't help much, but it felt nice.

It felt nice knowing she had company out there. Somewhere.

6 years later.

“Donuts, Iowa?” Seth’s eyes were gleaming at the prospect. He was more a bag-of-chips kinda guy most days, but he also liked having massive sugar rushes before a comedy gig.

“As long as the insides of six of those are practically spilling over with fruit jam, I'm game,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. It felt exhilarating, freeing. She hadn't felt this normal in a while - normal enough to kiss her boyfriend without worrying about paparazzo jumping out from a bush. There was a guy in a leather jacket she didn't recognize - three blocks across - looking at her like he wanted to talk, but not in a way that made her feel unsafe.

That was the nice thing about Northbridge. People looked, sure, but they were less likely to make you feel like an exhibit from a zoo.

“Wait here, yeah?” Seth said, planting a kiss on the lips instead, “I'll be back before you can finish spelling “OHIO” with your arms.”

Astrid laughed. Seth said the most Ohio things sometimes. Neither of them had had this much fun since she was offered a lead role in Tender Nothings, which was why Seth always jumped at a chance to take up gigs in Northbridge, and why he always offered to take Astrid along when she was free.

The guy from before stepped forward a few minutes after Seth entered the donut shop. The summer heat must have been too much for him - his leather jacket was now slung over his shoulders. “Um, hello. Astrid Ortega?”

He stood with his hands in his pockets, mouth pursed into a thin line, a tiny curl slipping carelessly from his hair and resting on his forehead. She caught a peek at the tail end of a bird tattoo (Owl? The tail looked pointy) on his left arm.

“Yeah,” Astrid said, wondering whether it was her or Seth he wanted to talk to, “but I don't know what your name is.”

“ Zigmund. Zig for short,” he replied, looking behind him from time to time, “My sister Lucy’s a big fan. Asked me to help her get an autograph from you.”

“Is she here?”

“Yeah. But she doesn't want to come out. She's shy.”

Ah. So that was the cherry-red blur barely hidden by that building. She learned long ago that no matter how friendly you appeared, your image would precede you and intimidate people anyway. Autographs were great, but somehow she didn't want to stop at just that.

“Would she come out now if I asked?” she gave him her sunniest smile, “Tell her I won't bite.”

Zig hesitated, then nodded. Astrid watched him walk to the other building, move his hands expressively as he tried to convince his sister to join him (from that angle he almost looks like Letitia, Astrid thought), and return with a curly-haired, starry-eyed teenage girl.

“H-hey,” she said, then blushed, clearly embarrassed by her nervousness. Silently, she hands over her autograph book. She keeps her eyes studiously away from Astrid's face. “I, um, I like mystery films, and I really, really liked Tender Nothings.”

A girl after my own heart. “Maybe you'll like Sunset Boulevard, then,” she said, smiling.

Astrid could have just signed and left it at that, but there was something about these two. Something about the way they stood together, or exchanged glances, or something, that reminded her of home. Which was silly. But it didn’t change the fact that she wanted to leave a good impression on them.

“What would you like to be when you grow up, Lucy?”

Lucy didn't miss a beat. “Ballet dancer. Like my brother.”

Astrid smiled, particularly at the look the girl gave Zig. Yes, she could see on second glance that even though some people would say he didn't have the body of a dancer, he held himself with a certain grace, a certain lightness that belied a stronger core. Hit by a sudden rush of inspiration, she quickly scribbled a little note to go with her signature, and asked Lucy to read it.

To Lucy and Zig, future (hopefully!) best ballet dancing duo in America. Be sure to save me a seat when you folks get famous. Love Always, Astrid.

“Wowwww,” Lucy whispered. Zig suppressed his smile, trying not to let how he felt show, and failed. A corner of his mouth lifted upwards, revealing an almost-invisible dimple.

The two left before Seth brought his box of donuts,but they thanked her at least thrice as they walked away.

“Wait till I tell Mom about this,” Astrid overheard Lucy tell her brother as they left, “I told you she'd be really, really nice.”

“You did,” there was a note of indulgence in Zig's voice.

"Ortegas all around the world. Wherever we're from, we're nice.”

Had Seth come out a moment later, Astrid would have probably walked up to them and asked. Perhaps asked them where they were from and their parents’ names.

But Seth was here, with donuts, and there was never a moment she could take her eyes off either.

“Do you know those two?” Seth asked her, passing her a tres leches cake donut that was claimed to be one of their best, “They looked familiar.”

“”No,” Astrid replied, closing her eyes in bliss. Mmmm. The treat was taking her back to Des Moines, back to home, back to her mother's little kitchen. “But I wouldn't mind meeting them again.”

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