#i keep going to return to normalcy then i think about it and go crazy again

[kenshiluvr]

guard dog

bi-han/reader

summary: your husband doesn’t like when other men flirt with you.

tags: established relationship, fluff, protective! bi-han, sunshine/moody duo bc i live for this

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.❅.* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I’m telling you,” Johnny runs a hand through chestnut hair. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! You could seriously be a model!” He gushes, giving a grin to you. You chuckle softly, waving him off. “I dunno about that, but thank you.” You respond calmly. A chill washes over the two of you, cold fingers curling into your waist. Bi-Han, your husband, glares at Johnny over your shoulder. “Hey, man- convince your wife to become a model for me.” The actor chuckles. “I wanna see her on Vogue!”

Bi-Han growls softly, pulling you a little closer. “She’s off-limits, Cage.” He grumbles. You simply laugh, patting your husband’s strong forearm. “Relax, hun. It’s fine.” You assure him. Bi-Han gives Johnny a wary look, but when he looks at you, that coldness melts. “Come. We should start preparations for our evening early.” He nudges your side gently, guiding you away from Cage. The ninja gives Johnny a pointed glare over his shoulder, a silent warning to back off from his wife. Johnny snorts with amusement, shaking his head as he chuckles.

—

Sitting at his side, like always, you put your fork down gently, finishing with your meal. Dinner was always nice. The atmosphere was always so calm, a hint of normalcy to this crazy life your lover’s dragged you into. A foot nudges yours beneath the table, and you look up. Raiden gives a shy smile, and you smile back. “How have you been, my lady?” He asks politely. “Well. How about you?” Your response has your husband glancing to you, then to Raiden.

Bi-Han grips his glass, raising it to his lips to sip his water. His brown eyes scan over Raiden, who keeps talking to you. What are his motives..? Bi-Han thinks to himself. Clearing his throat, his fingers thread through yours, squeezing gently; just to bring your attention to him a little. Smiling at your lover, you squeeze back, warm palm sitting in his. Bi-Han smiles slightly at you, a rare sight. You return to your conversation with Raiden, and as Bi-Han listens, he figures out that the young man is just being friendly. It’s nothing to work himself up over, Raiden isn’t like Cage. Speaking of… his eyes scan across the table, spotting Johnny flirting with someone else. Rolling his eyes, Bi-Han returns to his meal, not letting go of your hand.

—

Reading is a calming activity. Bi-Han is busy training across the yard, you’ve chosen to sit beneath a tree, book in hand. It’s idyllic, soothing. You hear boots crunching on leaves, approaching you. “Hello.” A voice greets, and you look up. Tomas, always nice company. “Tomas,” you smile in greeting, letting him sit beside you. “How’s my brother been treating you? Good?” Tomas asks softly, smiling back. His mask is down around his neck, so you can see his face.

“Of course.” You nod. “That’s good,” your friend responds, glancing to the book you hold. “Catching up on your reading?” Tomas chuckles, still smiling at you. “Finally, yes.” You share his soft laugh. “I want to ask… would you accompany me to lunch tomorrow?” He asks, leaning a little closer. Thinking nothing of his offer, you nod. “Of course. I’d love to.” You reply, smiling at him. “Great,” Tomas smiles back. “I think you deserve a better man than my brother… he can be really cold.” He murmurs, fingers moving up to gently touch your cheek. You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “Nonsense, Tomas. Bi-Han treats me well.” You respond to him, letting him touch you.

Boots storm over, a rough hand snatching Tomas harshly, tugging him up and slamming him to the tree. “Tomas-“ Bi-Han growls, not appreciating his adoptive brother’s attempts at wiping his wife. “Relax.” Tomas responds smoothly, resting a hand on his brother’s strong forearm. “Just offering lunch.” He smirks at his brother. Tomas has always been mischievous, he loves getting under his brothers’ skin. Eyes filled with anger, Bi-Han lands a harsh punch to Tomas’ jaw. “Bi-Han..!” your eyes widen, getting up to grab your husband’s arm before he could hit his brother again. “Unhand me.” Bi-Han growls, but he doesn’t tug against you, letting you pull him away from Tomas. “No- stop it. You can’t just punch him!” You frown, squeezing your husband’s arm. He scowls, frost biting at his fingers, ready to hurt Tomas again. “Leave my wife alone.” He commands, dismissing his little brother.

Sighing, you let go of Bi-Han’s arm, watching Tomas chuckle and leave. “Bi-Han.” You speak, but he cuts you off. “Don’t,” he growls, pulling you to his chest. “You’re mine. No more flirting with him.” The tall man scowls. “I wasn’t-“ he grasps your jaw, gently, tilting your head to steal a kiss to silence you. “I saw him touching you. I know he thinks I’m not enough for you,” Bi-Han grumbles, fingers gently squeezing your cheeks. “You are my wife. I am the one who married you. I don’t appreciate him thinking he can steal you away from me…” he whispers, kissing you again. “No one’s stealing me,” you giggle softly, shaking your head. “I’m yours.” You add on, hands moving to rest on his sides. Bi-Han hums, satisfied with your response. “Good. I won’t let any man flirt with you.” He murmurs, squeezing you close to the flat plane of his chest. “Mhm. I know.” You chuckle, letting his forehead rest to yours.

#mk1 2023 #mk1 x reader #bi-han x reader #bi han #bi-han #bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han x you #| kenshiluvr

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Are You From Tennessee?

Written for my @eddiemunsonbingo prompt B1: Bad Pickup Lines. 828 words. Rated T. Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson with no archive warnings.

Steve sat at the bar with an old fashioned cupped in his hands as he chatted with the bartender. It was a pretty average night, and he felt content in that normalcy.

As a presence fell over him, Steve didn’t bother to look up. He stayed where he was as a pair of arms rested against the bar on either side of him. The bartender looked curiously but didn’t intervene.

“Hey baby, come here often?”

Steve’s spine stiffened, and now the bartender stood up straighter as he prepared to intervene from Steve’s body language. Before he could, though, Steve turned around to face the man directly.

Eddie’s wide eyes looked back at him as Steve snapped, “Nope, not good enough. Try again.”

Eddie took a single step back and Steve nodded, gesturing to shoo him away. “Restart. I’m worth a little more creativity, yeah?”

Barking out a laugh, Eddie nodded. He didn’t say anything further as he headed back toward the bathrooms.

The bartender went a little bug-eyed as he watched Eddie go. “Should I ask?”

Steve shrugged. “Just a little game we play. That’s my husband.”

His expression softened. “Should I keep an ear out for what he says when he comes back?”

Steve chuckled with a nod. “Absolutely. He’s normally pretty ingenious, and I’m a little offended by the laziness of that one.”

His drink was almost gone when he felt Eddie’s return. This time he leaned against the bar next to Steve, tilting his head and letting his hair fall in a way he knew drove Steve crazy.

“You must be a parking ticket,” Eddie said.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Steve leaned toward him. He couldn’t help it.

Eddie grinned. “You’ve got fine written all over you.”

The bartender snorted. Eddie glanced at him curiously, but Steve never looked away from Eddie. Normally he played pretend here, but Eddie had set him up so well with one Steve had been waiting to use.

“That must make you a library card,” he said, and Eddie’s face opened up in delight. “Because all I want to do is check you out.”

“You’re really drawing me in over here.” Eddie reached out to run his finger over the back of Steve’s hand. “You must be an artist or something.”

Steve hummed, thinking quickly. If they were trading back and forth, he definitely wanted to keep going. “That hand of yours looks heavy. Can I hold it for you?”

Eddie laughed as he slipped his fingers between Steve’s. “Oh, your skin’s burning up. Must be because you’re so hot.”

Steve ducked his head, letting his forehead rest on Eddie’s shoulder to hide his grin and give himself time to think. Did he have any guitar jokes ready? No, but there was one about strings that had made him laugh. How did it go?

“You must be a puppeteer,” Steve said as he sat back up. “You seem like you’d be really good at pulling my strings.”

Eddie chuckled as he leaned in to press a slow kiss to Steve’s lips. As he pulled away, he added, “Life without you would be like a broken pencil.”

“Pointless.” Steve had seen this one before. Maybe they were looking at the same lists.

Eddie pouted a little at having his punchline stolen, but another kiss quickly put a smile back on his face.

They both looked up as a set of glasses slid in front of them. The bartender winked. “On the house after that little display.”

Steve laughed, squeezing Eddie’s hand even as his husband looked confused but along for the ride. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”

They chatted as the two of them sipped their way through their drinks. By the time they’d finished, Steve had to stifle a yawn. He didn’t have the stamina to stay out late like he used to.

Eddie noticed. Of course he did. With a sly smile, he leaned over and tapped Steve’s nose. “Ready to head home?”

Steve made a face. “You don’t have anything more spicy to ask with.”

Eddie winked and leaned in close to speak quietly in Steve’s ear. “Are you an elevator? I’d be happy to go up and down all night.”

Steve couldn’t help the snort that left his mouth, even as he tried to cover it.

Eddie grinned. “Well if you like that one…” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek before adding, “I’ve got a vitamin D deficiency. Think you have something that could save me?”

Steve groaned, letting his head fall onto Eddie’s shoulder. “That was bad, even for you.”

Eddie laughed and tossed a couple bills on the bartop before sliding off his stool. His arm slid around Steve’s face. “Still willing to go home with me after that?”

With a heavy sigh, Steve nestled into his side as they started walking. “Someone has to keep you in line.”

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement. “That’s what I love about you. With you, I don’t need any lines.”

[AO3 link]

#steddie #steddie fanfic #st fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #my fanfic

[nyorobonzo]

I’ve been getting a lot of love for The Scareiff recently, so I wrote down a lot of lore and ideas n’ stuff for you all.

HIS STORY:

The Scareiff was outstanding in his field of entertainment, enough so that he was the star of his own show. His show was called “Scareiff’s Saloon” which combined family fun with crazy spaghetti western action! The show was a hit, and he had plenty of fans. But then everything changed when someone, thought to have been a fan of his, got too close to him. His show and him started going downhill. He started messing up his parts, he made bad PR for himself, and he became a total mess. Shortly after C. Rook came into the picture, he was booted from Cathode Entertainment and his show was cancelled. Nobody knows where he is now. But he’s somewhere out in that desert, hoping an opportunity will come by where he can prove his worth again.

THE BATTLE:

They didn’t call him a sheriff for nothing. He was an expert with a pistol, and he performed all of his stunts. This expertise in the art of combat is why you most certainly need the Shadow Mantle. With such, you’ll be able to effortlessly deflect his shimmering bullets. Then you can find his whereabouts in Dreamy Desert, inside of a place called Ghost Town. Pacifying him grants you the Gleam Badge, a badge made out of pure hope.

Taking the more aggressive route makes The Scareiff impossible to find in Ghost Town. Instead he will try to hunt you down. He hopes that by turning in The Fun Gang to Tenna that that’ll get him his show back. As soon as you find the Shadow Mantle, he ambushes you. The battle with him is significantly harder in this route, even with the mantle aiding you. If you manage to strike him down, he still refuses to give up, as if his unwavering hopes are what’s keeping him going. It is this overwhelming hope that begins to turn him into a mess of TV static, withering him down until there is nothing left but his Shadow Crystal. In the process, he drops his gilded Fire-Arm, something you can equip to Toriel.

THEMES:

- Ghost Town

- Music that plays upon finding The Scareiff’s hideout

- Standoff

- Song that plays when The Scareiff is encountered

- DARN SHOOT’N

- Pacifist/Normal Route battle theme

- SERVIN’ JUSTICE

- Aggressive Route battle theme

- Cancelled

- Post-Agressive Route battle scene

QUOTE EXAMPLES:

* Y- Y’ALL’VE NEVER’RE SEEN MY SHOW BEFORE… ?

* WELL THAT’RE BE A DARN SHAME. Y’ALL’RE MISS’N OUT!

* Y’THINK’N SOME RAGGEDY OL’ CAPE’S GUNNA STOP ME???

* YOU SHOULD’VE STUCK’T TO YER’ GUNS INSTEAD!

* WELL I GOT MY OWN HOPE’S N’ DREAM’S TOO Y’KNOW!

* SO IT’D BE GREAT IF Y’ALL’D JUST’T. LET. ME. WIN.

OTHER THOUGHTS AND IDEAS:

- The Scareiff’s unwavering hope and refusal to back down in the Aggressive Route is meant to reflect the fight with Undyne the Undying.

- Continuing the theme of all the secret bosses being “trapped” in some way. Despite all of The Scareiff’s hopes, he is never able to overcome that feeling and return to normalcy. But he does try his best, and comes considerably closer than any of the other secret bosses in my lore for the game.

- There is no “friend” inside of The Scareiff. There’s only hope and straw in there. However, if you’ve been looking at any of my past posts, there still is a “friend” in my take on Chapter 3.

- The Scareiff rode a horse at one point that left him a long time ago. He misses him, but he does have a cool stick horse now!

- The Scareiff knows about the other secret bosses, much like how Spamton knows Jevil. He thinks the rest of them are a bunch of weirdos and suckers. He especially doesn’t like Spamton, who he thinks is lousy and incapable of doing anything for himself.

#deltarune #woody theory #the scareiff #deltarune chapter 3 #cowboy #undertale #secret boss

[bad268]

Could you do another pezzy fic? Maybe even the rest of the boys too (puffer, droid, Grizzy) something like a faceless streamer getting like made fun of and the boys help them?

Agoraphobic (Pezzy X Faceless! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (You caught me in a Pezzy mood, so I tried it lmk if it's shit)

Warnings: Online hate, agoraphobia

POV: First Person POV

W.C. 1291

Summary: When chat takes hate too far, the reader quits only to return for more hate (and loosely based on Agoraphobic by Corpse Husband).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

My whole career started by accident. The pandemic shut down everything, including where I worked, and I got laid off. Streaming became a sense of normalcy in the craziness that was the world. Games were what I did best given that I was a game designer and tester. 

It started one night when my boyfriend, Pezzy, talked about it. He said his friends were thinking about it, so the next day, I logged onto Twitch.tv and streamed my favorite game for the moment, Among Us. It was a low-IQ game, and the fun graphics were interesting to look at. I joined a random lobby, and the rest was history.

I blew up from my imposter plays and impeccable detective skills. My viewers went from 10 to 100 to 1,000 and before I knew it, I was at 250,000 viewers. Through this time, I never care about a camera. Mainly because I knew they would tear me apart, and I would not subject myself to that torture. However, recently, it seemed that people did not even need to see my face to trash me.

“If you guys can’t behave, I’m going to either get more mods or just quit,” I said one day on stream when it seemed like the hate was never-ending. Every other message I saw was a comment about how I am probably ugly, I can’t pull anyone, or just flat-out calling me degrading names.

It never stopped.

I put up with it for nearly four years before calling it quits. Despite the support from Pezzy, telling me not to listen to anyone else, it was hard to be berated every second of every stream especially when it seemed like everyone used the highlighted texts or text-to-speech to shout at me. 

It really took a toll on my mental health. I became so self-conscious, and the fact that I had severe social anxiety did not help my case. I retreated into myself as I got bigger, and the bigger I got, the more paranoid I got. It got so bad to the point where I retreated into my house, and I could barely function without antidepressants.

One day, I was feeling spontaneous. I wanted to stream. I wanted to game. I wanted to interact with people. I asked Pezzy if I could join him for a Mario Kart stream, but play off-camera in the same room. 

The stream started off fun. I won a few, lost a few, and had some fun battles in the game against Pezzy’s friends. Then, it turned south.

Ex-fans and haters filled Pezzy’s chat and his friends’ streams. Their mods could not keep up either. It was becoming the only thing we could see, and it was getting in the way of their normal conversations with their chats. 

“Mods, do we need some backup? Where did these people even come from?” Puffer said as he looked to his moderators for help, but noticed they were doing as much as they could. “There’s so many of them!”

“It’s like they spawned out of nowhere,” Grizzy laughed before getting serious as well, “but for real guys, knock it off. They’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Yeah, if it doesn’t stop, I’ll end stream right now,” Pezzy gave an ultimatum as he looked over at me to see how I was reacting. I was pretty numb, but my mood was visibly ruined. “You know what, guys. I’m gonna end the stream anyway. I don’t know when I’ll stream next, so look at my Twitter. Bye, guys.” 

The other guys did not need to be told twice as they followed suit and ended their stream as well. They each sent reassuring messages to me as I left the room once the camera was off. 

I walked outside to sit on the patio. Since we just moved to the new house, we had not had the chance to get patio furniture yet, so I took a seat on the concrete. I was still under the cover, but I sat right on the edge. It was pouring rain, something that rarely ever happened, but it was my favorite weather. Rain was always so calming for me, and it made me feel at peace despite the thunder I read online. 

After a while, Pezzy joined me. He sat beside me with a blanket that he put over my shoulders and pulled me into his side. The serenity of the rain combined with the comfort from Pezzy helped calm my racing heart.

“I love when it rains” I broke the silence, looking out into the yard as I refused to look toward Pezzy. I let it hang in the air for a beat before I sighed, “I can’t do shit right. I can’t learn my lesson. They don’t want me online, but they give me shit for not streaming. I can’t even play with your friends without them finding me.”

“It’s not your fault they’re assholes,” Pezzy consoled as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm. “It’s never been your fault.”

“It’s my fault I subjected myself to it in the first place,” I pointed out. “If I had never streamed in the first place, I never would have been in this situation. These people are taking the piss out of gaming, and I’m sick of it! I can’t go outside without thinking someone will find me! I am so paranoid about my privacy. It’s like I’m on house arrest.”

“You know the odds of someone recognizing you are slim to none,” Pezzy tried to intervene as I spiraled.

“No, Pezzy, you don’t understand how I think,” I pressed, turning to look at him as I grabbed his hands. “Pezzy, they’re always asking questions about my face, and I can’t stand it. They will stop at nothing to get what they want. I lived in three apartments before I agreed to move in because somehow, someway, someone found out where I lived, or at least they found my P.O. box and said they knew my address. I live in fear every day that someone is going to find me.” I stopped for a second to let Pezzy absorb what I was saying. I could see the recognition in his eyes. I continued, “Pezzy, it has been 1000 days since I had the first threat. I have not been able to function for 1000 days. I love you, Pezzy, but you will never understand how I think. It’s just too complicated.”

“Listen, I may not understand it completely, but I’d like to. I love you too, and I never understand you fully, but I will always be here to support you,” He leaned in to kiss my forehead before leaning his forehead to mine. “I don’t want you to fight your battles alone. I’m here for you. I do not care how many people I gotta fight to tell you otherwise. I’ll fight from the trenches if I have to if it means I get to help you through anything causing you pain.”

“You don’t mean that,” I dismissed, looking away as I felt tears fill my eyes. “You really don’t, Pezzy. As much as I know you care, there is no way you’d be willing to help me in that way.”

“I do! I’d do anything for you,” Pezzy consoled as he put a hand on my chin to turn my face to look at him again. “I’m with you till the end of the line, remember? We’ve known each other our whole lives, and I’m not leaving your side. I don’t care how dark or difficult it may seem. You are my person till the end of the line, and I’m here for the long ride.”

~~~~~

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#pezzy x reader #pezzy #pezzy x you #pezzy x y/n #big puffer #bigpuffer #grizzy #elastic droid #elasticdroid #hurt/comfort #youtuber oneshot #youtube #youtubers #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

[good-beanswrites]

Drabble for anon -- Fashion with Mikoto and Muu! It took a bit to think what sort of relationship/interactions they'd have, but I think Muu would keep things pretty straightforward if they had common ground.

If, several months ago, someone had told Mikoto he’d be sitting side by side with two murderers who’d killed children in broad daylight, he would have laughed at them. If they told him he’d be the guilty one and they’d be the innocent ones, he would have replied that they were crazy. If they told him they’d all be discussing fashion tips, he would’ve walked away from the conversation altogether. 

Yet there he sat with Muu and Haruka, as she chatted about the shoes she’d requested for the boy. The two didn’t seem to think there was anything bizarre about the situation. Mikoto, meanwhile, hadn’t been able to feel any sense of normalcy for a while now. 

“He insists on wearing those ugly pants, but I figured with the right accessories I can dress it up a bit, you know?” She fluttered her hand, flashing perfect nails. Haruka didn’t mind the comment about his pants.

“Yeah…” Mikoto was trying his best to follow the conversation. He watched the wearily, unsure why they’d come to sit with him in the first place. Most of the prisoners had been pretty forthcoming about their fear of him these days. Even now, Haruka stayed completely silent, his eyes flicking nervously to Mikoto every now and then. Not that he blamed them. He was just as frightened of himself.

Mikoto had removed himself from the sessions with the smoking group. He spent more time in his cell than in the common area. He never missed a meal, though. He had to keep his strength up, he would tell himself, though he was never sure what for. 

Well… part of him did know what it was for. That’s exactly what scared him.

“What about you?” Muu asked, cutting off his rapidly spiraling thoughts.

He looked up quickly. “What about me?”

“Are you going to try to style that uniform at all? I thought you were a designer.” She said it with a hint of disgust toward its current state: nearly torn to shreds, featuring patches absolutely filthy from prison grime. But Mikoto felt himself perk up at the words. At least someone remembered who he was. Just a simple designer from the city. A normal guy who was good at normal things, like fashion. 

“I hadn’t put much thought into it, to be honest.” He looked down at himself with a weak smile. “I don’t really know if any sort of outfit is salvageable now, anyway…”

“Of course it is!” Muu looked at him like he was crazy, but not in the way he’d grown used to recently. “You’ll need to go for a specific aesthetic, obviously. Like grunge, or something you could play off of the whole distressed look. But you can definitely do it.”

Though he knew she meant it differently, he certainly did think his appearance was rather ‘distressed’ these days. “I appreciate it, but I don’t know if I’m in the mood for all that.” He couldn’t imagine dedicating any attention to his appearance with everything going on. “I haven’t really… I haven’t felt myself lately.”

“That’s the exact reason to do it.” Muu rolled her eyes. “I thought you went to school for this.”

“Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The surest way to feel better about yourself is to dress your best. There’s a reason depressed people never change their clothes.” 

Mikoto’s face scrunched up. He opened his mouth, but she continued, “I mean, look at Haruka! He’s really come into himself now that he’s wearing something more flattering. I’m sure you’ll feel more yourself once you get something that suits you.”

Growing bored with the topic, Muu returned to talking about her own outfits. 

Mikoto smiled. She may have had a few things backwards, but the suggestion wasn’t a bad one.

“So I was thinking about some lavender earrings --”

“Nah,” Mikoto spoke up, “your hair is such a unique color, sticking with the gold is a good idea.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, and then it’ll coordinate with your uniform, too.”

“Oh my god, you’re right!”

“But I do like the shoes you chose, it’ll be flattering with the whole look.”

“Thank you! Now, what do you think about this skirt…”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #muu kusunoki #i mean haruka is there but hes just chillin asdfsd #i wanted to see a nice interaction within the prison for him but this made me think of cute normal au shopping trips and designer convos :' #im not sure how old mikotos little sister is but i like to think muu reminds him or her on occasion #in my heart the smoking group is only temporarily separated because mikoto himself took a step back -- once he gets himself some #self acceptance theyll all be back to it in no time !! #thank you again for the request -- this was so fun :) #drabbles

[foozle-woesies]

Hey bookie I got a question for u

Say Dottore manages to get a partner somehow god knows how 👀 what if said PARTNER 👀 finds out about his crazy kookoo human experimentation ring and maybe kinda doesn't like it? What's he doing.

🪲💉Amenhotep discovers that Dottore experiments on people and thinks it’s lowkey a little sick and freaky and NOT in a cool way.💉🪲

So because of REASONS 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I’m going with Amenhotep for this ask. Not a “dottore X Reader” Deal! Sorry if that’s what ppl want :( but I like my oc and I know u do too LMFAO

So yea! This is my oc. Amenhotep. I posted about him recently.

Warnings: hints to human experimentation and also like. Manipulation and lying. Because it’s Dottore.

Amenhotep was never in the loop about his husband’s job. The living quarters and lab were very separate- both areas were soundproofed (mostly to let amenhotep relax since his senses are heightened), so Amenhotep never really knew what was happening behind closed doors. All he knew was that Dottore was a doctor- he performed odd and new “procedures”, sure, but it was for the greater good… right?

Of course, he never learns about the lab’s happenings from Dottore himself. Sometimes the fatui will have elaborate dances or work parties for the harbingers to socialize like rich people do. Amenhotep, being quite intimidated by the other harbingers, tends to hang around Dottore or the other harbinger’s spouses.

At one of these parties, Amenhotep was standing with the other spouses, seeing as Dottore was busy talking about business with Pantalone. These other spouses were all tipsy and getting into gossip. This ends up with Amenhotep learning that his husband kidnaps and experiments on people… and he doesn’t think that’s a very good thing. OBVIOUSLY.

He feels off for the rest of the night, which Dottore notices quickly. Dottore was always able to detect Amenhotep’s emotions right off the bat- to try and help him, Dottore left the work party early, and inquired about what’s bothering Amenhotep on the walk home.

Amenhotep reluctantly admitted that some of the others had told him what Dottore does for his job. Dottore, who was never one to show much emotion, jumped and seemingly became slightly panicked. This upset Amenhotep even more.

“It’s for the greater good! I don’t just harm or take people! I’d never do such things! I take in legitimate patients! I only do things to cure them!” Are all things that are along the lines of what Dottore would tell him. And Amenhotep would fully believe him.

Dottore had never lied to Amenhotep before- why would he start now? He couldn’t ever see Dottore being a bad person. Hell, Amenhotep had some odd disease that Dottore had never seen before- he never did needless operations and every. Single. Thing. Dottore ever did was to genuinely try and improve his quality of life.

Amenhotep and Dottore’s marriage was happy. They treated each other well, they were fully open and honest to each other- really, they were in the perfect relationship. But Amenhotep realized how little he truly knew about Dottore’s work life. He caught himself shooting an extra glance at the lab doors when he passed them, straining his ears to hear any odd sounds from those rooms, and trying to determine what Dottore had done that day through vague questions.

Amenhotep knew what the fatui was. He couldn’t marry a harbinger and not know. But it had never occurred to him that Dottore would do bad things, even if he was certain the other harbingers would.

In the end, Amenhotep fully believes Dottore is doing things he truly views as “good”. Whether said actions are objectively good or bad, he’ll never know. The thought never fails to unsettle him.

The truth is, Dottore does believe his work is for the betterment of humanity… for the most part. He knows what he’s doing. He knows it’s awful. He’s just a man who prefers to keep his personal life and job separated. Everyone needs a place of normalcy to return to, no?

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Nights at the Circus: Part VI

Summary: Despite deciding to pretend nothing ever happened between yourself and your Asgardian crush, your attempts to return to normalcy in the tower begin driving both of you crazy, especially when Steve Rogers begins to get involved in the equation.

Sorry, this one’s a bit Loki-lite. Smut Fairy needs some time for a drink and a smoke after the last chapter. 

PART I, PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V, Masterlist

Content Warning: Jealous/Asshole Loki, eavesdropping Word Count: 3k

“That was one quick mission,” you quipped the next morning, sitting in the communal kitchen below the library. “Were those terrorists made out of balsa wood?”

Bruce Banner was the only other somewhat-early riser in the group, so he was making the coffee that morning. You hadn’t slept at all, between the humiliation of Steve seeing you in the buff coming out of Loki’s suite, to the repeated questioning you subjected yourself to over and over again in your mind as to whether or not the half-assed explanation of your bathroom shower being broken (and Loki loaning you his while he was down in the library) worked.

“Heh, it was a false alarm, kind of.”

“Kind of? You didn’t get to green out and fight anyone?” you asked, gratefully taking a large mug of black coffee when Bruce handed one to you.

“No, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing,” he said. “We thought Hydra had some rogues snaking around the outskirts of Sokovia, but our intel must’ve gotten its wires crossed. I’m more grateful that I didn’t have to do anything.”

You smiled at Bruce. “I’m sorry it was a waste of your time. You basically went on a 30-hour plane ride in a sardine can. You said it was an all-hands-on-deck situation, didn’t you?”

Bruce sat down across from you with his own cup. “Maybe you should extend your condolences to Tony and Fury. They’re the ones really pissed off about it.”

You shrugged. “I think I’ll sit on that for a bit.”

“Good idea. You won’t see either of them today anyway, I guarantee it.”

You nodded and took a sip of coffee, trying hard to fight back the urge to cringe. Loki made the better coffee. For being a literal genius, Bruce sure didn’t know how to portion out coffee grounds. You felt like you were drinking a concoction that was one-part coffee to thirty-parts water.

“When do you think I’ll be free to go out?” you asked.

Bruce shrugged. “I don’t make those calls. Fury does. You’ll have to take it up with him.”

“Because I don’t need training! I can control my fire, it’s just a matter of—”

“—everyone could use some training up,” chimed in the last person you wanted to see in that moment. “Even myself.”

Steve also looked a little worse for the wear. Even his usual ‘casual’ tight shirt looked loose and wrinkled, and his hair was mussed about. He must’ve not been able to sleep either. You were afraid to admit that you were probably the cause for it.

“Jet lag too?” asked Bruce in earnest.

“Uh, sure,” the Cap said quietly, making his way towards the coffee pot. You were pleasantly surprised to see he wasn’t averting his gaze from you. He nodded in silent acknowledgement, which was better than you thought was going to happen. “I’m going to make a pot of hazelnut if that’s okay.”

You found yourself agreeing with a little more enthusiasm than you wanted. “Yeah, sounds good!”

Steve went through the motions and started the drip. Then, he turned around and sighed. “More than a day’s worth of sitting on an aircraft can really make you stiff,” he said, stretching his arms behind him. “Y/N, I train every day. Even if it’s just to keep you loose…uh, I mean…no, I meant keep you…uh…in shape…no…”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and looked from Steve to you, back to Steve again. Goddamnit, kid, you have no idea how to hide something, do you?

“I get it,” you replied quickly just to shut him up. “Were you planning on any today? Or were you too tired?”

In all honesty, you would’ve rather put yourself through a quietly awkward day with Steve than spend it overthinking how you were going to tell Loki about your hesitation to carry on an illicit affair inside Avengers Tower. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to deny yourself. In the end, it really came down to making sure Loki was safe from the probation terms that could destroy him, and it seemed that he lost sight of that risk whenever he was in your presence.

Things were somehow less dramatic in the circus, you thought.

“Actually, I shouldn’t skip a workout,” Steve considered. “I have about 300% more muscle to take care of these days.”

“Somehow, I have a hard time believing that skipping leg day one time would cause you to atrophy,” you replied. “But if you’re planning on it, I’d like to join you.”

Every bit of color drained from the brave Captain’s face, and all he could do was nod. “Okay. But my space isn’t fire proof.”

You shrugged. “Mine is.”

“Naturally,” chimed in Bruce getting up and slipping out of the room. “See you later. Don’t have too much fun.”

Once you both were certain he was out of earshot, Steve immediately began spitting out his apology. “Look, Miss Y/N, about last night, I had no idea of course, but I hope you’re trying to say—”

“—that all is good?” you finished. “Yes, I know it was an accident, Steve. You weren’t peeping. No need to stammer so obviously in front of other people, or they’ll start getting the wrong idea.”

“Heh, I think Bruce already has,” Steve added, looking instantly relieved.

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You turned on the sound system, choosing “Carry on My Wayward Son” to lead off your workout playlist. Steve smiled.

“You have a taste for the classics,” he said.

You nodded. “I have a taste for almost anything, but I find the 70s and 80s captured that perfect mood for physical activity, between the fast tempos and synth-y sounds. I’ll even put on ABBA and those early disco nerds sometimes, but surely you don’t consider them classic?”

Steve laughed as he grabbed his shield. “I suppose what we consider ‘old’ is subjective. What I grew up on would be considered relics by the artists of what YOU consider ‘classic.’”

Cool, we both like music, you said to yourself. Maybe this won’t be so weird.

You slowly let a flame release itself onto your arm and allowed it to move slowly about your body before landing in your hair for you to shake out.

Steve looked impressed. “You can control it well. The circus life must have helped you with that.”

“Eh, kinda,” you said, forming a small fireball in your palm. “I did more acrobatic and dance training for the circus. The flames were my own to learn how to control…THINK FAST, CAP!!!” you yelled, chucking the small flame at his vibranium shield, which he deflected by hiding behind it. “Nice!”

Steve looked up at your from behind the shield cautiously. “That made quite a tap against this,” he said. “Out of curiosity, if one of those were to hit me…?”

You shook your head. “These are ‘set to stun,’ if you could call it that. I won’t bring out the bad ones until I’m fighting. Worst these could do is leave you with a second-degree burn for a few days.”

Steve laughed and lowered his defenses. “Should that comfort me?”

You didn’t answer, but took a fighting stance by leaning forward on one leg, waving your arm and covering it in flame. “How do I look? Ready for the cover of Time?”

He grinned. “You’ve got the pose down. Nat will be pleased to hear that.”

You sighed and looked down at your ignited arm for a moment. “How long do you think it’ll take the others to like me?”

“I can’t say, but I can vouch for you,” your sparring partner offered. “Though I can’t see you and Loki becoming amicable any time soon.”

You let out a nervous chuckle. “Uh, what makes you say that?”

“He’s a loner. He’s not really here as an Avenger so much as…a charge.”

“I gathered.”

You threw three fireballs in quick succession against a wall covered in fireproof padding. All three left marks within a foot of one another, forming an inverted triangle on the wall.

“Fury didn’t want to send him off to Asgard,” Steve explained. “He thinks with Thor around there’d be less of a chance of Loki relapsing.”

“How do you mean, ‘relapsing’?” you asked curiously, stepping back and looking at your handiwork on the wall. My aim isn’t so bad, you thought.

Steve walked over, a 40lb dumbbell in his right hand. “Very good. I bet Clint could give you a few pointers on aiming with rapid fire…well, perhaps not taking the fire part quite as literally as that.”

You laughed. Steve went back to the main topic at hand. “We aren’t sure why Loki tried to release all those creatures into the world. We don’t think he acted completely of his own volition, but whatever his reasons were, no one seems to trust him enough to take him at his word.”

You sighed. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Pardon?”

You raised your voice and wandered towards one of the long ropes hanging from the ceiling, jumping up and holding yourself onto it, your feet off the ground by about a foot. After climbing about ten feet off the ground, you began mindlessly using your body to swing yourself back and forth. “What I mean to say is, you’d be surprised how far actually giving someone the benefit of the doubt can go.”

Steve shook his head quickly. “Not with an unstable war criminal, Y/N.”

“Let me ask you this then: doesn’t human experimentation go against the Geneva Codes as well?” you asked, swinging the rope further and further out, turning you into a pendulum crossing the center of the space, forcing Steve to take a large step out of the way. “Yet you didn’t ask twice when the feds put you in a can and pumped you full of magic steroids?”

“That isn’t the same thing, I volunteered for this,” he answered, indicating his bulky frame.

“Doesn’t matter,” you replied, anchoring yourself to the rope with your leg and letting one hand go as you swung. “You didn’t know what could happen. For all you knew, getting beefed up the way you did could’ve mutated you beyond recognition, or killed you.”

“Just the same,” said Steve, following you with his eyes. “I don’t think it wise to let a would-be annihilator off with a warning.”

“Is that why I’m being kept here too? Because you don’t know if I’m capable of the same kind of carnage?” you asked as you swung close enough to Steve to knock him over, had his lightning reflexes not been able to jerk him out of your path.

“With you, it’s just protocol. You’ll probably be on mission before the end of the season. You don’t seem like the deranged Asgardian warlord type to any of us.” You didn’t like how he was talking so bitterly about Loki, but you didn’t completely blame him, either.

“And anyway, why are you suddenly defending him? When we left you two days ago, we were worried about coming home to a smoldering foundation and one of your heads on a pike being held by the other,” Steve said, trying to release the tension.

Ignoring his question, you made sure your ankle and leg were well-anchored before letting go with your other hand, flipping your body upside down on the swinging rope, causing Steve to gasp. To add to the spectacle, you lit your hair.

“Maybe it’s you we should be calling the Black Widow, seeing as you’re the one who climbs like a spider.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Steve may have been a little more brawn and a litter less brain, but he was kind, and he could be funny when he wanted to be, or when he felt safe dropping the soldier boy routine.

“Speaking of, you should start thinking about your moniker,” he suggested.

You swung past him again, dangling your non-anchored leg out in front of you. “Moniker? Like a stage name?”

“Sure,” said Steve. “Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye…we all have them.”

“Thor uses his given name,” you replied.

“Thor is the God of Thunder,” Steve answered. “He’s not of this planet.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, using your core strength to haul yourself back into an upright position, slowing down your momentum on the rope. “Now, can we talk battle strategy? I’m afraid fighting armies of Hydra agents is an area I don’t have expertise in.”

Steve smiled and held out a hand as your rope finally stilled. “Miss Y/N, I’d be delighted to teach you what I know.”

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Later, Steve had to leave to make an appointment elsewhere, and you decided you’d had enough with ropes and swings and fire for one day. As you turned everything off and went to leave, you saw that Loki stood just outside of the fireproof gym, having walked by and noticed yours and Steve’s friendly banter as you exercised.

“I’m guessing you weren’t “walking by” just now,” you said to Loki, frowning and looking down.

“No,” he replied.  

“Eavesdropping isn’t becoming of a god,” you snarked. “You could’ve joined us instead of skulking about.”

Loki closed the gap between you. “You’re a fantastic game player, Y/N.”

“Excuse me?”

Loki pouted, his stare drilling a hole right through you. “The first man you get close with as soon as you decide to leave my bed is the one I told you I particularly don’t like.”

You rolled your eyes and put your hands on Loki’s shoulders, holding him back from you. “First of all, let’s get a few things straight. One, I never ‘left your bed, and we were never IN your bed in the first place!”

“And?”

“And what?” you were quickly beginning to see red. Loki was reverting back into his pure jackass form.

“You said ‘One.’ That implied that there is a ‘two.’”

“Ugh, right! And TWO,” you barked, holding up two fingers in Loki’s face, “I never made up my mind on whether or not we were going to do anything! I just said I don’t like the idea of sneaking around like Romeo and Juliet, especially considering one of us is here under precarious terms to begin with!”

“You need to stop making this about whatever hero complex you seem to have,” Loki said. “I can take care of myself.”

“And you need to grow up!” you snapped. “Honestly, we aren’t dating or anything, so what is it to you who I train with? Maybe I like Steve! He’s a nice man. He certainly doesn’t make presumptions about the company I choose the way you do.”

Loki advanced on you again, backing you up against the wall. “That’s because he’s a simpleton. He doesn’t know of the little nuances and games that lovers play, not the way I do. Let’s face it, the boy lacks imagination.”

You weren’t sure what to say in the moment. Loki was doing it again. He knew how easy it was to get you started. You were already hoping he would scoop your face in his hands for a deep, rich kiss, or to run his tongue down your cheek and neck to that spot of sensitive skin that always threw you for a ride whenever he touched it. In a way, the fact that he wasn’t touching you was making it worse.

“If you’re trying to get me hot, insulting a co-worker ISN’T how you do it,” you replied, looking up as he towered over you. “Not everyone needs flowery, pretentious language to make people like you!”

Loki grinned down at you. “Yet I can tell I’m succeeding. Your skin is reddening.”

“And by the goddamn way,” you continued, “If you’d arrived to invade my privacy a few minutes earlier, you’d have overheard me defending you when Steve brought up your parole.”

You were hoping Loki’s face would soften. Instead, his cheeks grew hotter. “What in the name of the Nine Realms did he say about me? Where is he?!”

“DON’T!” you said, gripping his forearm to keep him from bounding off. “He was just telling me about his perspective on what you did to New York, okay? He only said it’s difficult for people to trust you. I have to say, I’m starting to see why.”

Loki leaned back, and the pair of you stood and stared at one another in silence for a minute. In the moment, you knew you could smack Loki upside his fat, greasy head, but you could also throw him down on your bed and literally ride him into the sunset.

Suddenly, you got an idea. Well, less of an idea and more of an inkling.

“Look, I said you have to earn my body, right?” you asked sternly.

Loki shot you an odd, cautious look. “Yes.”

“If you’re really so insecure over where you fall in my standings, convince me why I should sneak around and sleep with you behind their backs.”

“Convince you? I thought I was doing that last night. You remember,” he whispered, pressing himself against you and leaning down. “When I had you tied up in that chair, legs spread, trembling and helpless underneath me. When I had you begging for me to let you cum, are you saying that wasn’t enough for you?”

“I don’t mean the sex, you ass!” you groaned. “I mean to say that I don’t fuck a man who gets jealous in the morning,” you insisted. “I like playing a lot of games, and I want to play a lot of games with you, but I’m not getting into ‘your bed’ to be told that it comes with strings and provisos. Please respect that.”

He paused a moment to absorb your words. “I suppose that’s fair. My apologies,” Loki sighed. Seeing him contrite and somewhat humbled was an interesting look on him, and then you began to wonder how he would look if he were under you for a change, tied up and whimpering for release.

You looked in his eyes and fluttered your lashes. “I’ve proven myself to you, don’t you think?”

He nodded. “Indeed, you have. Last night was quite an adventure.”

“You have to prove to me how much you want me, now,” you grinned, licking your lips and tilting your head coyly. “If I am to make my decision in your favor.”

Loki smiled and chuckled. “And pray, how do I begin serving my penance to you?”

You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled his head down to your level. “By doing things my way this time. It’s my turn to be the Master, Loki, now let’s see how loudly you can beg.”

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[lunarmoonanons]

Stolen In The Dark

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

YN and Daniel were safe, hidden in the dark. Or so they thought.

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

Masterlist 

The siblings bided their time before the opportunity presented itself. Aizawa had decided that the scolding they got and the lock on the door, he could go out for patrols. He had to anyways as a hero.Once the lock clicked and an hour passed, YN grabbed their duffel bag and her favorite pocket knife, Daniel grabbed Lula and handed YN the key. With one last look around the place, YN said goodbye to what little normalcy they both had, then went to unlock the door.

As soon as they were out of the building, Daniel and YN made their way to the one place they could think of. The book shop Daniel went to once. No one else could’ve known that they were there. Taking advantage of the free wifi, they started a call to Snow. YN bounced her leg up and down in impatience that did not simmer once the Hello Kitty logo flashed on.

“Oh hello you two. Been a while, hasn’t it?” The voice on the other mentioned nonchalantly.

“Listen. That plan you had? About leaving? Is it still on the table?” YN hastily asked, looking around in worry.

“Maybe. It might take time to get it all in order. I need to know if you’re gonna puss out again, cause I can’t just look through the realities on a whim. Plus I got finals and exams to study for, so that’s just.. consuming me.” Snow mentioned offhandedly.

“please..” Daniel whispered. His desperate tone seemed to snap Snow out of their nonchalant attitude.

“Daniel, YN, did someone hurt you?”

“No. But Izuku did find us. He called himself my brother. Now he knows where we were and who we hung out with. Snow, we need to leave.” YN impatiently got out.

“Okay look. I know you want to say goodbye to your Kirishima. So do that. I’ll get some arrangement together to bring you to my lair. I’ll meet you in the Kamino ward. Stay safe.” With that the call ended.

YN’s shaky hand sent a quick message to the redhead who became very close to her. Asking him to meet her near the fountain that they liked. It was a dark night so the fountain was practically abandoned. YN and Daniel were hidden in the almost dark.

Or so they thought.

As YN absentmindedly paced farther away, her mind wandering to a million things, all suddenly stopped at the sound of a body thudding on the ground.

Daniel, her brother, who she swore to keep safe, was on the ground. He gave her a small look of fear before he passed out from the sleeping dart in his shoulder. YN began to hyperventilate and started to run to her brother. The feet between them felt like miles.

“Daniel!” YN shouted, but her body was held back by her worst nightmare. Izuku held her arms in his scarred hands. The moonlight contrasting his light scarred hands to her brown thin arms. She only looked at him once then turned her head back to see the known villain with the hand on his face and a man who looked like a magician. With a touch of the magician’s hands, Daniel was sucked into what looked like a small marble then the ball was taken by the hand villain. “No! No! Daniel!”

No matter how much she screamed and kicked and thrashed, YN could not stop the monster who was taking her brother nor could she stop the crazy person who gripped her arms tight. It felt like time was in slow motion and yet also at lightspeed. The hands that held her wrapped around her waist, letting her arms and hands reach out in a vain attempt to reach Daniel.

The man with the hand on his face gave no reaction to her tears. He merely nodded in a sarcastic manner to the one who held YN. Almost in a mocking thanks to the boy who only glared in return. “I’ll be back one day for you, little sister.” He hissed and walked through a black portal.

YN stared in silence for a moment before screaming in devastation. Her last family was gone. The monster had even taken their cat who had curled on the boy. She was alone now. She had no one now. Her screaming turned to hyperventilation as she began grabbing at the hands that held her.

“Let me go… Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!” YN screeched, turning around to slap the body that held her down. “I hate you! I hate you! I’ll never forgive you for this!”

“YN stop it.” Izuku seemed almost emotionless. He dodged his head at her weak attempts to hit him. He found a soft nerve point and pinched it. Knocking her out.

When YN awoke later, she was back in her familiar closet that she would be put in when she acted out. All that effort, all that hope for nothing. She couldn’t even keep her brother with her. Now she was back where she started but now it was worse than before. YN now had no family, no one. All alone.

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Kirishima looked around the fountain. YN wasn’t here. Her bag was left so she must’ve been taken or something. He knew YN wasn’t one to just go without saying something. As he got more worried, the sound of a video call going off from a laptop caught his attention. Once he answered it, a Hello Kitty profile lit up the screen.

“YN. It’s not safe where you are! YN?!” a stranger's voice answered.

“What happened to YN? Who are you? Where is she?” Kirishima asked, becoming more and more worried.

“They’re gone? I’m too late. Listen, YN and Daniel got taken. Keep this laptop. I will tell yo-” Snow was cut off by Kirishima who was too angry to hear more.

“No. Tell me what’s really happening. How do you know YN and Daniel? Did Midoriya hurt them? What is going on?!”

“Shut up. Listen to me if you want your little crush to get out of this okay then you have to help me. Now will you help me?”

Kirishima paused and looked around at the dark area. Daniel must’ve been so scared to be taken in such a dark place. It made him so mad to think the last place of freedom they had was covered in darkness.

“Okay. I’ll help you.”

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[emmetrain]

OOC; Incoming ramble about "Eternal Sunshine of SpotIess Minds but-- Clementine's wonderful, a little crazy and endearing energy matches with how I see Emmet and I have to talk about it OK?

Emmet's silly/happy personality is heartfelt but he is also aware of how he is just a messed-up person, even before he had to go through the hell of losing Ingo and trying to find him back--when everyone gave up and people told him that he would not be coming. Emmet has gone through A LOT. That period defined him and wounded him--the trust he had in life and normalcy had shattered. You know the feeling when you see a fucked up event/news and you think it would never happen to you and you scoff, but then IT HAPPENS? TO YOU?? How it messes up a person doubly so because it was almost like a warning sign--a mocking turn of fate that showed you what could have happened and you did not listen? Emmet feels that way.

He never thought he would lose his brother and he did. (Yes, he found him, but how could his world ever go back to normal? It is a hostile place for him now. There is no sense of safety-- and IT SHOWS. The way it works on this blog is, Ingo's missing verse "searching for the truth" and Ingo's return verse "welcome home" both defines Emmet. This event shattered this man and even after the pieces were glued back together, he is not the same.

Ever since the day his twin went missing, Emmet's "all-about-safety" days and principles took a hit. This is why he keeps ending up in dangerous situations. Or never listens. A self-fulfilling prophecy --I am not safe, the world is not safe, what I do will never ensure safety. And in a way, it becomes the norm for him?? The impulsiveness, the danger, the stupid situations he ends up in because HE NEVER LISTENS ANYMORE?

Emmet is highly self-aware. He is a guy who takes extensive journals. He goes to bed every night thinking what he did and what he could do better. He is aware he is not who he used to be anymore, a stranger in his own mind. But---despite it all, he is happy. Because Ingo returned. Because he knows hope is there if you fight for it, if you get help. So his silly/happy persona is not fake. It is born out of so much anguish, but he is sincere in how he likes being Emmet, no matter how shattered that name has become, and how he likes living and being a Subway Boss and all that stuff.

So, the sadness and happiness, the pain but also the joy that Clementine represents in that movie? How she is both so endearing and so so frustrating, not entirely good but never a completely bad person: the humanity she shows in the movie resonates with my Emmet portrayal so much ;;;

One of the interesting things about Emmet is: this man wears all white-- it is hard to miss him. He demands attention just by the color he wears. But he is also a man of short sentences. Scripted words. To the point. Afraid of demanding more than the minimum attention. Almost wanting to blend into the background--if it was white. But it isn't. Life goes on, interesting people and places keeps touching Emmet's life and bringing him along--he never had a chance to blend into nothingness as he hoped. He is the bright white spot in the wonderful, crazy painting the life is?? You cannot miss him. He is empty, he is joyful, he is a bright spot in people's life, but nothing you say to him sticks to that empty spot-- and you like him anyway.

OK, I just love this guy so much and I consume every portrayal of him--rp, fanart, fanfic because he is just---SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

This post can be summed as "I love Emmet", thanks :D

#long post #headcanons;; #//I LOVE EMMET SO MUCH I ADORE HOW HE CONTRASTS INGO BUT HIMSELF TOO #//He is the TRUTH he is the TIME but he is also so very human... #//god i watched the movie before but THIS REWATCH WAS JUST #//SEEING ALL THE SIMILARITIES AND BEING HOOKED ON THE SCREEN---THERE IS TRAIN SCENES FFS IT JUST SCREAMS EMMET TO ME #//i love this man so much i love how he is just some happy guy despite it all....

[hoodievixen]

The Voice of God [Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Priectess!OC] Part 5

Summary: Steven and Godeleve thought they finally found some normalcy with each other. Little did they know they would drag each other further into the mysteries ands secrets in their lives. (Godeleve can see and talk to Gods - mainly the Greek kind)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: toxic relationship, swearing (mainly the f word), author has forgotten what a normal conversation is after the end of the world, no beta we die like men

A/N: Told you I would get it out. We get to see a bit more of Godeleve’s relationships with the gods. (If you’ve read my conversation posts with Godeleve, you’ll recognize part of this)

Part 4, Part 6,  Master List

Godeleve was lounging on the couch, where she could glance up to see Steven's sleeping form. He had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, leaving her his soft snores as company as she read. She was finishing up chapter 13 as there was a hitch in his breathing. He was waking up. Godeleve was quick to dog-ear her page and sit up. She quietly watched as he sat up, and observed his surroundings. In a single moment, every bit of sleep left him as if he was remembering something suddenly. He turned his head to look at Godeleve. "Hi," she awkwardly greeted him, even with a small wave. "I'm Godeleve, but I think you know that."

He clearly wasn't Steven. His posture was stiff, eyes sharp, and brows furrowed. Just that look alone frightened Godeleve, but she couldn't have him know that, so she grabbed onto her sweats, to keep her hands from twitching.

"How did you know?" he asked, almost threatening.

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It didn't feel like Godeleve had only known Steven for a week. But at the same time, she had spent a lot of time around him. She wanted to know why, or how, he was the only man that didn't frighten her. She started to do little things for him, to get him to like her. She had just dropped off some coffee for him, he always looked tired.

"Ooooo, you like him," Aphrodite commented, hovering over her shoulder. The goddess had been around a lot lately, probably noticing the feeling festering in the priestess.

Godeleve shrugged, bringing her own coffee to her lips. "I think so," she answered, "I'm not scared of him if that means something."

"Honey, with you, I think that's all you can ask for in a guy," Aphrodite pointed out, "I'll keep it a secret from Artemis, she was sure you were gonna stay a maiden like her. Her little Goldy."

"Wait, who are you talking about?" Dionysus popped up, something rather common for him, Also most common when Goldeleve is at work.

Aphrodite pulled the other god to go show him who this guy was. Godeleve was thankful for a moment of silence. They are rare most days. The two gods were quick to return, floating around Godelve in phantom form, human-looking but no corporeal form. "Did Aphrodite show me the right guy?" Dionysus wondered, " The mess of a gift shop dude."

"I wouldn't call him a mess," Godeleve mumbled, "Maybe not well put together, but not a mess."

Dionysus let out a low hum and cringed. Godelve stopped walking and stared at the god of madness, not caring she was in the middle of an exhibit. "Oh gods, what is it?" she asked, worried. The last time she saw that face was when she accidentally went up against a literal psychopath who she had thought was a Babayaga. Or that time a guy started following her out of a bar because she refused his advances.

Dionysus wore a too-wide smile. "Don't think I'm going to tell you."

"Dionysus!" Aphrodite scolded him, "This is the first love we are talking about! You have to tell us if he's a crazy killer!"

The god looked down at Godeleve with a look of greed. "Only if you buy that chardonnay."

Godeleve let out a sigh. For months now Dionysus would bother her when she went grocery shopping, trying to get her to buy a ridiculously expensive wine to sacrifice to him. "Fine," she agreed. Godeleve didn't want to get invested in something that was going to end terribly.

"He has multiple personalities in his body," Dionysus answered nonchalantly.

"Oh," Godeleve commented softly.

Aphrodite didn't understand, "What does that mean?"

"Dissociative Identity Disorder," Godelebe said as if that was going to explain anything for the goddess.

Dionysus hummed, "That's what they call it know... Used to call it battle madness."

"Poor guy," Godeleve cooed, ignoring the Gods around her.

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Godeleve couldn't tell him the truth on how she knew it was DID. "I just had my suspicions," she answered hesitantly. That sharp glare was causing her body to clench. He continued to just stare at her. "D-do you go by something else? Besides Steven?"

"Leave," he told her, turning to remove the ankle restraint.

Godeleve stood up "What?" she questioned.

"I don't care about your relationship with Steven," he explained in a huff. " Do whatever ya want with him, just don't get involved with me." He climbed out of bed, not minding the sand, and walking right through it. That meant he was going to fix it whenever he gets back from wherever he goes if he comes back before Steven fronts.

Every inch of her body was telling her to leave, and stay away from all of this. But she knew how to handle men like this. she didn't need to get them to like her, but to fear her. If there was anything Godeleve knew, was fear. "No," she said plainly, "Not until I get some answers for us."

The guy turned around and glared at Godeleve, "No." he said sternly. " None of this is getting to Steven."

Godeleve just glared at him. "He is going to find out one day," she pointed out, " When do you want that to be? Whenever those secrets you're trying to hide come knocking on his door? Or when there is someone by his side who can support him?"

"You say that like you don't have plans to stay," he pointed out.

Godeleve raised a fit and pointed a finger at him. "You do not get to ask any questions. You want  nothing to do with me, so why does it matter."

"I'm just trying to protect him," the guy pointed out, "And frankly I don't really trust you."

"Think whatever you want about me, I don't give a fuck," she told him, "But you are not doing a great job of protecting him, he is terrified right now by your actions."

"Will you just fucking leaving!?" he was at least annoyed, and getting to angry.

Godeleve crossed her arms. "Only after you answer my question," she told him.

He let out a loud groan. "Fine," he agreed, just wanting to get her out as soon as possible. "What is it?"

Godeleve's glare grew sharper. "Do you have a name? Or do I just have to call you Evil Steven?"

"You are a child," he sneered, "It's Marc."

Godeleve forced a smile on her face. "Well it's been a displeasure meeting you Mark," she commented. "I hope you get lemon juice in every paper cut you receive."She picked up her book and stormed over to her bag which sat near the door. She pulled out a notebook and started vigorously writing.

"What are you doing?" Marc questioned.

Godeleve glared over the notebook at him. "Leaving Steven a note, not like you're going to be here when he wakes up to explain why I'm gone." she tore out the bag and slammed it down on the table."

With her things in hand she stormed out, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

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Godeleve wanted to be done when she got home. She had planned to do nothing that night and was going to stick to it. Now she could maybe get some sleep if her mind let her. But one step into her home, and she knew she couldn't. Leaning against her couch in corporeal form was the goddess of the moon.

Godeleve sat down in her bag and slipped off her shoes. She didn't want to deal with this. Strangely, despite the fact that so many had been encouraging her during the beginning of the relationship a lot of the gods were trying to get Godeleve to leave Steven. The most so was Artemis. She had always called Godeleve her "little hunter" expecting her to stick to maidenhood her entire life. When she heard Godeleve was dating, Artemis quickly went through the seven stages of grief and was now stuck in anger.

"So, where were you?" Artemis asked, sounding like an overprotective parent in a tv drama.

Goodeleve just stared at the goddess. "You already know, just skip to the chase. It's been a night."

"I'm sure it has, " Artemis cried out in both anger and sadness. "I understand why you aren't my priestess, but I always thought we had a bond. But now you had to go and throw away your maidenhood. Do I mean nothing to you!?"

"Artemis," Godeleve sighed, not having the energy to deal with this. "I didn't. We didn't even share a bed. He has sleeping disorders, and I stayed over to help."

"But you're back at 2 in the morning, doesn't add up," she pointed out.

"because his sleep disorder kicked me out," Godeleve explained. "Talk to Dionysus, he'll explain."

Artemis groaned at the mention of the other god. "You and Dionysus, what the hell is with that? If he asked you to stay a maiden, would you? I think you would?"

"You know what is between me and Dionysus, out of all the blessings I have, I need him," Godelve pointed out. "But no, he still can't dictate my personal life. None of you can."

"You would be dead without me," Artemis stressed. So many of them dangled that little thing in front of her.

"And how well did that go for you?" Godeleve said, deadpanned.

Artemis was angry. Her form did not show it, but all the glass in the room shattered, and the wind swirled. "You have yet to learn that you're actions have consequences," the god threatened, "Let's see how you do without my blessing." In a flash, the goddess was gone, but the room was still in shambles.

With so much as a sigh, Godeleve sighed and climbed up the stairs. The door across from her room was slowly pulled open. Out popped her roommate. "Sorry, she didn't want me to tell you she was waiting," he told her.

"The living room is destroyed," Godeleve told him, opening the door to her room.

"I'll fix it in the morning," Hermes told her, "I'm in the middle of editing a highlights video. But other than the moonquake, how was your night."

"You've ever heard about someone being in love with one half of someone and terrified of the other half," Godeleve sighed, leaning her forehead against the doorframe.

Hermes clicked his tongue. "You love that little Steven?" he teased her.

"I hate you," Godeleve commented, turning into the darkness of her room.

#moon knight #moon knight oc #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #marc spector x oc #marc spector #marc spector x reader #the voice of god series

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

November 15, 2022

TOAD TRIPPING

“Please Don't Lick the Toads,” warns the National Park Service. Hey Wilson, have you heard about psychedelic toads? For real. The Sonoran Desert Toad, aka Bufo alvarius, excretes an hallucinogenic stuff called Bufotenin. But before the guys in the band get too excited they should know it could be dicey if they take too many toad licks— you can OD on this stuff. Bufotenin, also known 5-MeO-DMT, is a white milky psychedelic that can be snorted, inhaled or smoked and produces a 30-minute psychedelic trip. That's cool 'cause there's nothing worse than a 12-hour bummer acid trip. But frog tripping can be scary, too, according to “How To Change Your Mind” author Michael Pollan, who said it is like being strapped to the outside of a rocket ship. Other toad trippers say it's heavenly. The magic toads live in Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico. Crazy people in tie-dye T-shirts wander the parks hunting Bufos and have been so successful they are decimating the toad populations. They sometimes cram the toads by the hundreds into bags and steal them from their natural habitats. Scientists are urging the use of synthetic 5-MeO-DMT to keep the magic toads from disappearing altogether. It would be the responsible thing to do. What do you think,Wilson. Responsible toad tripping?

RETURN TO NORMALCY

Times have changed — sorta. In 1920, Warren G. Harding's presidential campaign slogan was “Return to Normalcy.” Hard to believe in 2022 with the Republican Party apparently having licked too many psychedelic toads. Harding's campaign came on the heels of World War I and the 1918 Spanish Flu epidemic and sought to calm the panicked nation. Not exactly like Trump and MAGA and their new normal called post-fact America. In 1920, the country was reeling — 116,000 Americans died in the war and 675,000 perished during the pandemic. People were freaking out and Harding and “normalcy” won in a landslide with 60 percent of the vote. Alternative medicine and anti-science hysteria swept across the country. Sound familiar? Racism was on the rise as was anti-immigration politics. “Xenophobia goes hand in hand with pandemics [since] the beginning of time,” said science writer Laura Spinney. So let's take stock: xenophobia — check; racism — check; anti-science — check; return to normalcy — forget about it. You could argue that “Make America Great Again” referred to a return to something — maybe white Christian Nationalism, which in some places might be seen as normal. Soon House Republicans will be working toward their normalcy, too. Duck and cover!

GOP FOR A GOOD ECONOMY — WELL, NOT EXACTLY

Republicans are so much better at sloganeering than Democrats. It's just the truth. “Make            American Great Again.” “It's Morning in America.” “Bleeding-heart Liberals.” “Tax and Spend Democrats.” Republicans have convinced a lot of folks that conservatives are better for the economy. Ha. Since 1933, the economy has grown at an annual average rate of 4.6 percent under Democratic presidents and 2.4 percent under Republican presidents, according to The New York Times. Trickle Down Economics was the centerpiece of the Reagan Administration. Some trickle. It's been shown to be bogus many times, but the GOP keeps bringing it back like a yeast infection. Case in point: Trump's huge tax cuts for the wealthy. Their other battlecry, “deregulation,” gives us dirty water, dirty air and the filthy rich. While Republicans have held tight to Arthur Laffer's supply-side economics — some laugher — Dems have embraced John Maynard Keynes: in an economic downturn the government must spend more not less. It's hard for the Dems to make the case for Keynesian economics because sloganeering isn't their bag. Here are some examples of Democrat's slogans: Go Big Or Go Home; Impossible Is Nothing; If It's Worth Doing, It's Worth Overdoing and Defeat Isn't Bitter If You Don't Swallow It. Oh boy.

Post script — That's it for another arm-chair quarterbacking week here at Smart Bomb, where we keep track of new flags so you don't have to. You may not know this, Wilson, but both Salt Lake City and the State of Utah have new flags. Why? The staff here at Smart Bomb hasn't a clue. Maybe we're trying to join the western world again, or maybe the city and state government just ran out of things to do. Now from our “fried chicken-file”: KFC in Germany celebrated the Nazis earlier with this promotion: “It's memorial day for Kristallnacht!” That “Night of Broken Glass” pogrom in 1938 left more than 90 people dead, destroyed Jewish-owned businesses and places of worship and is seen as the beginning of the Holocaust. It gives “finger lickin' good,” a whole new meaning. The colonel later apologized. Here's an item from our “clean living-file”: Americans die younger in red states than they do in blue states. A new study indicates “that changing policies in all states to a fully liberal orientation might have saved 171,030 lives in 2019, while changing them to a fully conservative orientation might have cost 217,635 lives.” Yeah, but what about all the money the red states didn't spend trying to save lives. It's just another case of the liberal media bias toward the truth.

OK Wilson, the guys in the band want to score some Bufotenin and go chasing White Rabbits. But you can't find 5-MeO-DMT at Walgreens — it's illegal. Surprise. And toad trippin' vendors are hard to find. But if we know the band, they'll get a line on it. For now, how about something nice for our amphibian friends — psychedelic or not:

Jeremiah was a bullfrog He was a good friend of mine I never understood a single word he said But I helped him drink his wine And he always had some mighty fine wine. Singin' joy to the world, now All the boys and girls, now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me. If I were the King of the world Tell you what I'd do Throw away the cars and the bars and the wars

And make sweet love to you Just make sweet love to you Singin' Joy to the world All the boys and girls, now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. Joy to you and me. You know I love the ladies Love to have their fun I'm a high night flier and a rainbow rider A straight-shootin' son of a gun. Yeah, I'm a straight shootin' son of a gun. Everybody sing it: Joy to the world, now All the boys and girls, now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me. (Jeremiah Was A  Bullfrog — Hoyt Axton)

[yandere--stuck]

Hello, okay I. am. Obsessed. With you’re joker fics 💕💕💞💞 if you ever write anymore don’t be shy to tag me in them if you want. Kay? :D

Have a nice day! :DDDD

@thephantomnoseblower

Aaaaaa thank you so so much!! I'm so glad you like them! Also I'm so happy to meet another Joker Liker. He's the best!! 💚💚💚

And! You inspired me to write more, so I made some general Yandere!J Headcanons. I hope you like them ^^

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💜 When it came to love, the Clown Prince of Crime could find it most anywhere, if he looked hard enough. In his mortal enemy, in his former psychiatrist, and… In you. You don't have to be anyone of particular importance, or of a particular personality - really, Joker could build rapport and hit it off with most anyone. Or, at least, that's what he believed. Joker liked you, grew to love you, exactly as you were. After all, you accepted him and took him exactly as he was, without pleading to be let go or have mercy, begging him to change and reform. No, no, no, you were different. Sweet. Charming. Funny!

🃏It's a hostage situation, when he first met you, got real up close and personal with you. The other hostages all trembled and whimpered in the corner, looked over by his men. But you seemed calm, whether you were brave enough or so afraid you had gone frozen didn't really matter. It was a bore waiting for the news crew and the Bat, so he went around, talking to the civilians - a mix between making idle chat and intimidating them to tears. None of them could bother to even speak, some bursting into tears. Finally, he made his way over to you, kneeling down to your level. "How about you, dear? How's your night going?" Your heart rabitted within your chest. You could barely breathe, but you tried to steel yourself. Show no fear. You managed to exhale with hyperventilating, a breathy chuckle escaping your throat. "Eh, could be better, I'm not gonna lie." The Clown snickered, which egged you on. This was good, right? You continued, "It's my first time as a hostage, so I hope I'm doing it right." The Joker beamed as he barked out a laugh. "You're doing just fine! At least someone here has a good sense of humor."

💚 It wasn't long before police helicopters began to swarm the building the Joker had stashed you in. Through the glass exterior of the high rise, you watched as the choppers circled the building, circled the Joker and his men, circled you and your fellow hostages. Somehow, dread managed to sink even further into the pit of your stomach. The GCPD had a poor reputation for a reason - filled with corrupt, crooked, and reckless cops. The entire police force was filled with more bad apples than good. Someone here was going to get hurt. God, why couldn't they have just waited for Batman to deal with this?! Through the glass, you could hear the voice of an officer shout something unintelligible. The Joker turned to one of his men, tilting his head toward the copter. "Tell 'em I'm not talking to anyone but Bats." The lackey seemed to hesitate, but only for a second, fumbling to pick up a speakerphone while also keeping his weapon in hand. He approached the chopper, stepping out onto the balcony, raising the speakerphone- and you let out a scream as a shot rang in the air, the man flying back as he was shot.

💜 The other hostages descended into hysterics as Joker's men began firing back at the chopper. "And I thought I was crazy," The Joker spat. "I thought these guys were supposed to be protecting you." You winced as glass shattered, shards exploding into the room. You opened your eyes, staring straight down the barrel of the helicopter's aerial gun- and in an instant you were pulled away, pressed against a solid chest as you were pulled away. You began to hyperventilate, heart beating so hard you could barely comprehend what was happening, vision swimming as you began to lose consciousness in your panic. As your vision faded, Joker's visage came into view. You felt a hand cup the side of your face. And then, it all went black.

🃏 You woke up not long after. People don't really stay passed out after fainting, just a minute or two, really. Long enough for police to storm the building and find you, taking you to safety. You were transferred to a hospital, where you were overlooked. You had minor cuts and bruises, the only major damage being that of psychological trauma. Before they released you, you watched a news report of the crime - the one you had just been a victim of. The Joker had managed to escape. Most of his men were taken out. It was a miracle that none of the other hostages hadn't died, and Gordon reprimanded his men and their reckless actions. But, you knew nothing would change. In spite of the traumatic experience you had been through, you knew you couldn't seek help for it. Mental health was a very, very touchy subject in Gotham. If someone caught you going to therapy, they'd probably think you're just one bad day away from becoming Gotham's next supercriminal. Life returned to relative normalcy… Until you received a package. It was specifically labeled "CARE PACKAGE" on the side in black marker. It was heavy, slightly damp at the bottom, had a foul odor, and had no return address. You hesitated, not knowing what to do with it… Before deciding to bite the bullet and open it. It contained a bouquet of flowers, (containing one trick flower that spurted out water, drenching your face), a whoopee cushion, a teddy bear, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, and… Your eyes widened in horror and disgust. The last three items were a note, a Joker playing card, and… A human heart. You hesitantly reached in, making sure not to touch the organ as you did, shaking as you read the note. "So sorry the other night, my dear! I didn't expect things to get quite so hairy. Those animals! If they had hurt a hair on your head, it'd be no more Mr. Nice Joker! I wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing well. I know that if I don't get proper care after something nasty, I go a bit looney, myself. I just wanted to look out for my favorite hostage! … And perhaps, something more? See you soon, love. ~ J" Oh, God. Oh, God. Your legs went weak as you slowly sunk to the floor. You suddenly realized you had been crying.

💚 Joker liked you. Joker more than liked you. After your first meeting, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was obsessed! He was… In love. He was so glad that Harley understood and was supportive. You and he were meant to be. He'd ask Harley or his men to spy on you, gathering the information they knew. What you liked, your schedule, your favorite foods, what made you laugh. And if he got any word that his fellow Rogues were targeting places you frequented, they'd get an earful from him! And a bullet to the brain if they didn't take him seriously… He couldn't let harm come to you. And he had to make it perfect for when he finally took you home, with him. Forever.

#can be any Joker! ^^ #the joker x reader #joker x reader #yandere joker #yandere joker x Reader #yandere dc #yandere dc x reader #btas joker #the batman joker #arkhamverse joker #arkhamverse x reader #btas x reader #tnba x reader #yandere #joker #the joker #dc joker #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #guns tw #guns cw #shooting tw #shooting cw #hostage situation #gore tw #gore trigger warning #gore mention #gore #gore cw

[beca-mitchell]

little taste of heaven (i'm caught up in you) (1/1)

Summary: now i see daylight AU - Beca and Chloe’s first date, finally. 

Word count: 3.9k

For @anna-kendrick​: We've worked on this universe for the past year and holy, it means the world to both of us that you guys love Beca and Chloe as much as we do. Thank you so much for the encouragement and love, always.And of course, again, thank you to Josi who is an incredibly talented artist. Look at this art.

title from "untouchable (taylor's version)" though I did heavily consider using "our song"...i just liked the energy of untouchable a bit more.

Read below or on AO3!

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AGE: 15/16 LOCATION: Brookline, MA MONTH: June

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 It is finally June. The warm air is only a hint of better things to come. Like the last day of school before total freedom.

Beca smiles at Chloe as she nears Beca’s locker. “Hey,” she greets. “Good practice?”

Around them, students mill about excitedly, cleaning out their lockers and making plans for the summer to come. Chloe shrugs, hair clearly still damp from her shower. “I don’t know why we keep running through practices when we have no more games for the season.”

“Got to keep the regional champions in top shape,” Beca teases. “Keep the other teams on their toes.”

“But I’m tired,” Chloe complains. She leans heavily on a neighboring locker. “Since it's the last day of school, will you come over tonight for dinner? My parents are whining about how they haven’t seen you in a while.”

Beca clears her throat, thinking about how the last time she had gone over to Chloe’s house had been when Chloe and Tom broke up...at the end of April. Over a month ago. She had gone because Chloe had been crying and upset. She had gone because even if her body ached with the anxiety of not knowing where she and Chloe stood, she and Chloe were always going to be friends first. Best friends.

Best friends who felt something more than friendship for each other. Confirmed, real feelings. Feelings that made them want to kiss each other.

Feelings that they hadn’t yet talked about. Or acted on despite both of them being extremely single at the moment.

Hell, Chloe's birthday came and went a couple weeks ago without much fanfare. Beca had been too shy to do anything remotely romantic and they ended up going to a movie with a few friends before going to an arcade.

“Bec?”

Beca nods stiltedly, pretending to contemplate her now-empty locker a bit more before turning to face Chloe. She steadies herself with a quick breath. “I’d love nothing more.”

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 Beca stares at her reflection with some trepidation.

“It’s just Chloe,” she mutters to herself, eyes tracking over every crease in the skirt she has picked out. Maybe I should go with jeans, she thinks. But it’s gross and hot out today.

She isn’t even sure why she’s nervous. It just feels like a return to normalcy of sorts, but Beca’s pretty sure that now that she knows what it feels like to kiss Chloe and what it feels like, a little bit at least, to know that Chloe feels somewhat similarly to her. It’s different. In a good way. Maybe it’s different in a scary way.

She isn’t even sure she can bring up the topic with her mother, so that’s an added layer of uncertainty: it’s additionally anxiety-inducing not knowing how her mother will react.

It’s well past the time that Beca should have already walked out the door to head next door by the time she actually forces herself out of her bedroom and down the stairs, but she figures Chloe will understand. And dinner is rarely ever prepared at the exact time stated in the Beale household anyway. Beca’s not too worried. Just nervous.

She finally reaches out to press the doorbell.

Chloe opens the door almost immediately. “Thought you got lost,” she teases.

“Were you just waiting behind the door?” Beca asks quickly, allowing Chloe to grab her wrist and pull her over the threshold.

“And if I was?” Chloe shoots back, offering Beca a lazy smile, playful in nature. With an underlying hint of something else.

Beca blinks the surprise away. “I wouldn’t be complaining if you were waiting for me. Just sorry I kept you waiting,” she offers.

“Dinner’s not ready anyway,” Chloe says, as Beca expected. They breeze past the living room area, taking a mild detour past the kitchen and towards the back porch. “I might have told you a slightly earlier time because I wanted to talk to you about something,” Chloe says lightly.

“Should I say hi to your parents?” Beca asks worriedly before it registers what Chloe just said. “Wait, what? Talk to me about what?”

“Come sit with me,” Chloe says instead. Patiently. She gestures towards the tree - the tree they used to play under all the time as children - nestled in the corner of the backyard.

It’s one of Beca’s favorite spots.

She follows Chloe, wondering if it’s too late to run home and change into her jeans because she’s sure the grass and sticks will prick at her skin, but she’s surprised, as they near, that there is a small blanket laid out underneath.

Chloe had planned for this.

“Please sit,” Chloe offers. She sits comfortably, patting the spot next to her. “I had a feeling you’d dress up a little. Didn’t want you to get a dress dirty.” Her eyes drift down to Beca’s skirt briefly before she lifts her eyes, smiling at Beca. Beca doesn’t feel self-conscious, shockingly. She feels content. Safe.

Maybe a little warm if anything, but she knows that’s probably the proximity to the girl she’s been crushing on for the longest time.

“I...wanted to talk to you because we haven’t...really talked. About...y’know.” A hint of nervousness creeps into Chloe’s voice. “When we kissed and then Tom…” she hesitates. “We just didn’t get to talk about anything. And now the school year’s pretty much over, so I thought…”

“Right,” Beca agrees quickly. Her palms begin to sweat. She sure as hell hopes Chloe doesn’t expect her to lead this conversation. It was mortifying enough the first time around when she had basically laid everything on the line while Chloe was still dating somebody else. When Chloe had left her with nothing more than a heartfelt, vulnerable don’t give up on me. Then she had broken up with Tom and that was all their school could talk about for weeks.

And now this. Somehow Beca survived all of that while slowly making sure her friendship with Chloe survived as well. They both made sure of that.

“I like you,” Chloe declares. “I mean...I think I always did. Like you, I mean. As more than a friend. But the feelings were really confusing.”

“I get it,” Beca says a little too quickly. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, laughing a little when Chloe smiles at her. “I feel like I haven’t stopped thinking about this for a while. But I never wanted you to feel pressured to talk about this with me even though we kissed.” She ignores the way her voice totally cracks over that last word.

“I never felt pressured,” Chloe assures her gently. “I am so...grateful that you’re in my life. I didn’t want to mess this up. But I think we should...try.”

“Try?” Beca echoes.

Chloe blushes. Like a full-on blush that spreads across her cheeks, visible to Beca even in the dying daylight. It makes her cheeks rosy and Chloe even flinches at her own reaction. “Dating,” she says simply once she seems to regain control of her emotions. “I want to go on dates with you. And hold your hand. And more kissing! If that’s what you want.”

Beca’s sure that her heart explodes somewhere in her chest because she suddenly finds it very difficult to control various parts of her body. She can’t control the smile that spreads across her face and the following, matching blush in her cheeks. It heats through her face with ease. And even worse, she can’t control the way her hand comes up to her mouth as if to instinctively cover her smile because somehow being thrilled that her crush is basically asking her out making her body react in embarrassing ways.

Chloe laughs at her, not a hint of malice in her laugh. Just joy. “I take that as a yes. Thank God, I wasn’t sure how I was going to convince my parents to move away.”

Beca rolls her eyes. Finally. Teasing. She can do that. “You wouldn’t be able to leave me. You like me too much.”

Chloe’s smile grows soft. “Well...yeah. I do. A lot.”

Beca’s breath catches. She’s sure she could kiss Chloe right now and the crazy part is, it wouldn’t even be totally weird. Or out there. Because they’re going to start dating. But maybe kissing Chloe again before their first date is frowned upon? Beca has no idea. She’s still only ever kissed one person and that person is sitting in front of her.

“Girls! Dinner!”

As if Chloe had been reading her mind and her intentions, Chloe shakes her head and stands, offering a hand to pull Beca up. When Beca stands, they’re somehow even closer - almost nose to nose - than they had been when they were sitting. “Saved by the bell,” Chloe whispers, breath close enough to be felt on Beca’s mouth.

 * * * * *

 The most interesting part is that Beca hadn’t really thought about any of this - dating Chloe - beyond just vague daydreams and fantasies about just some kind of happy utopia with Chloe by her side. It’s honestly not much different from their usual day-to-day considering how close they already are, but dating? Actual dating?

Her Google search history stares back at her accusingly.

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She supposes she could ask her mother, but even that brief thought makes her shrink away from her desk. Beca stands and begins pacing. She’s sure that she’s overthinking this all. That Chloe could probably care less about what they do on their first date. That Chloe’s probably just expecting them to spend time together, just the two of them. With more handholding. And maybe a kiss at the end of the night.

“Shit,” Beca mutters suddenly. She rushes back to her computer, adding another search to her list.

kiss on first date ok???

She frowns. Not quite.

kissing before first date acceptable

In the end, she is saved from her descent into a hole of online searching by a text from Chloe herself.

Chloe dinner tomorrow at south street? haven’t been downtown in a while

Beca i’m down!

The ease at which Beca replies does not at all reflect the somersaults in her stomach.

 * * * * *

 “Hey,” Chloe calls, putting her menu down. “Where’d you go just now?”

Beca blinks, realizing that she had glazed over the menu entirely, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. “Oh, just...contemplating…” her eyes land on the first item she sees. “Salad.” She can’t help the way her own nose wrinkles instinctively at the thought of eating salad.

Chloe is as intuitive as ever, smiling as she reaches across the table to touch Beca’s hand. “You hate salad. Especially here.”

Beca swallows, struck by both the normalcy and intimacy of Chloe’s touch. They’ve been friends for years—there is nothing extremely off-putting about them holding hands or even just randomly touching each other on the arm, shoulder, knee.

And yet—

Chloe draws her hand away, seemingly not at all aware of Beca’s inner turmoil this time. She refocuses on her menu. “Want me to order something for you?” she asks instead.

Beca nods, though she is surprised. “Sure.” Now she’s curious as to what Chloe will order for her. And if she’s being honest, it kind of makes her feel giddy, the thought of Chloe knowing her well-enough to order something. Not that Beca would even bother with telling Chloe that she’s wrong. She’d eat anything at this point, just to spend more time with Chloe.

It’s not even like they’re at a fancy restaurant. It’s a diner downtown. The bright retro designs all around plus the comfortable, plush booth seats are all appealing to Beca and she likes the general atmosphere.

But she kind of wants to just…

“Can I sit next to you?” she blurts out. Immediately, she clamps her mouth shut, resisting the urge to avoid Chloe’s curious gaze, which lifts to meet hers immediately.

Chloe grins. “I would want nothing more. Get over here.”

Beca nearly sags in relief, but focuses instead on moving around the booth so she and Chloe are sitting closer, now on side of the booth.

Beca focuses on the frequent piece of advice she had found through a few somewhat reliable Google results.

Hold her hand.

Beca does. She inches her pinky across the cool vinyl seats until she can feel Chloe’s against her finger. Then, she slips her hand over Chloe’s, gently hooking her fingers on Chloe’s palm until Chloe gets the idea.

Chloe’s hand flips slowly, their palms touching. Beca exhales, sliding her fingers between Chloe’s, already liking the easy, comfortable fit of their hands.

Chloe says nothing, content to enjoy the silence and familiarity just as Beca is content to allow her feelings to take over. For a moment, Chloe appears to be perusing the menu in silence, but there is a steadiness to the set of Chloe’s shoulders. Beca can tell, having been so attuned to Chloe’s characteristics for longer than she’d like to admit. For longer than even Chloe herself knows at this moment. She glances at her date—her date!—selfishly taking the moment to appreciate Chloe’s profile.

It’s something she has done so many times before, but this time...this time, in a diner outside of town with the soft clatter of dishes around them and Chloe’s soft, warm palm against her own, Beca knows this is different.

“You know,” Chloe starts awkwardly. “I...obviously don’t mind if you ordered on your own.”

Beca laughs. “Why’d you offer to then?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe says, exasperation in her voice. She groans and hangs her head slightly. “I asked Max and-”

“You asked your brother what to do on a date with me?”

“No!” Chloe explains before she snorts. “I just...told him I was worried about impressing a girl. And I don’t know why, but I somehow thought he’d have some idea.” She grins a little, glancing at Beca out of the corner of her eye. “Did it work?”

“Maybe a little,” Beca says distractedly. She’s more fixated on the fact that Chloe must have been truly desperate to have turned to her older brother for help.

“Oh and he totally guessed I was going out with you, by the way.”

That’s not something that thrills Beca too much. Her imagination immediately conjures up a comically exaggerated vision of Chloe’s brother threatening her with a knife. “How?” she asks. “What did he say?”

“Nothing, really. He just kind of guessed and then said ‘finally’ or something like that.”

“Well, thank you for offering to order for me. It was very...chivalrous of you.”

“Please stop.”

“Quite charming.”

“Beca.”

“I can’t wait to see what other moves you try on me. Are we going to share one milkshake?”

“...no?”

 * * * * *

 They end up ordering two separate milkshakes because Beca sticks to her vanilla and Chloe orders chocolate.

“Try,” Chloe commands. “You always get vanilla. Chocolate is so good.”

Beca sighs, but obediently sticks her straw into Chloe’s cup despite Chloe’s protests of “contamination” and quickly takes a sip just to shut Chloe up for the time being. It’s not horrible - Beca just isn’t the fan of how chocolate tastes in milkshake form, though she’s sure Chloe will claim there’s no difference if the milkshake were in a solid chocolate bar form instead.

However, she’s mildly distracted by the sudden proximity she and Chloe have between them. Chloe’s arm rests loosely over her shoulder, where she had put her arm when Beca leaned in to drink from Chloe’s cup. She can practically feel Chloe’s breath on her neck and her cheek.

It would be so easy to just turn and -

Beca shakes her head slightly and shifts back. Chloe takes a moment longer to slowly move her arm from around Beca’s shoulders.

“What?” Beca asks quietly, poking at her fries a little. She catches Chloe smiling at her affectionately.

“Nothing,” Chloe replies quickly. “Just...you smell nice. That’s all.”

 * * * * *

 “I guess it’s kind of convenient that we live together,” Beca remarks, trying not to think too hard about the way Chloe’s hand feels in her own. She winces. “Well. Not live together. But…you know. Live next to each other.”

Chloe tilts her head, smiling as they walk up the path towards their houses. “And why is that convenient?” she asks lightly.

Beca blushes. She hadn’t thought this far. “I’m…I don’t know. I was just…commenting. On the convenience.”

Chloe giggles, pulling Beca closer ever so slightly. Beca likes the way their arms press together. She likes holding Chloe’s hand. She likes lifting her other hand to curl against the bend of Chloe’s elbow.

She likes knowing that Chloe likes her—really likes her—and Chloe enjoyed their date and—and—

“This is you,” Chloe murmurs, stopping in front of Beca’s door.

Beca kind of doesn’t want the night to end. She wants to sit on the porch and talk to Chloe for a few more minutes. Maybe one more hour. Just to hear the sound of her voice and have her attention for a few moments longer.

“This is me,” Beca parrots, feeling a lot more nervous than she thinks she’s letting on. That was what people said in those movies adorning Chloe’s shelves, right? It was what the internet said. Normal first date cliches. She steps backwards, under the light of her front porch, still holding Chloe’s hand as she does so. Chloe hesitates for a moment like she wants to follow, but ultimately she simply squeezes Beca’s hand in understanding and drops her own hand away.

Beca is immediately disappointed. She hadn’t wanted that at all. She bites her lip, watching as Chloe awkwardly shuffles her feet before she glances back up at Beca. A soft, slow smile spreads across Chloe’s lips, gentle and affectionate all at once. It makes Beca’s heart pound ridiculously hard.

“I had fun,” Chloe whispers, like she’s afraid somebody else will hear her. But not because she's afraid of other people. Just afraid that their bubble will burst, like Beca is. Another step closer. Beca swallows. “Can we do that again?”

“You’d want to go on more dates?” Beca asks, just to clarify, even though she knows exactly what Chloe’s asking.

“I would love to go on more dates with you.”

“Me too,” Beca squeaks out. “I—um—”

Chloe’s smile stretches, somehow happier than before. “Goodnight Beca.”

Something in Beca snaps. She steps forward, just two small steps and calls out Chloe’s name. “Wait,” she adds hastily.

Chloe stops and turns, surprised.

“Can I—” Beca swallows, licking her suddenly dry lips. “Can I kis—”

She doesn’t get to finish her question before Chloe is covering the ground between them in two short strides, wrapping her hand around the back of Beca’s head, letting the other come up to Beca’s arm, and kissing her for all her worth.

Beca gasps in surprise into the kiss, hands coming up to Chloe’s shoulders, squeezing tightly. Gently and slowly, Chloe presses further into the kiss, her lips moving ever so lightly against Beca’s. It is so much more than their first kiss—a do-over, if anything—and Beca realizes, with a jolt, that this is something she can do now. She can kiss Chloe because Chloe likes her and Chloe went on a date with her. Chloe held her hand all night.

Chloe wants to kiss her too.

Beca hums happily at the thought, looping her hands behind Chloe’s neck. It feels instinctual even as Beca blushes at the sudden intensity of the kiss. She knows Chloe has kissed more people than she has; she knows Chloe will forever have more experience in this regard. But God, Beca thinks that she has never felt more wonderful or powerful than she does in this moment, tightening her grip on the fabric of Chloe’s light jacket.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Beca heaves a breath and rests her forehead against Chloe’s forehead. Chloe’s breathing is the tiniest bit labored as well. For a moment, neither of them dares to move, too afraid to break the spell between them.

Chloe is the first to smile—the first to press forward ever so slightly so their noses brush delicately. “What were you going to ask?” Chloe murmurs.

Beca swats her shoulder lightly. “You’re so weird,” she mumbles back, leaning in to steal just one more kiss from her beautiful, wonderful date.

 * * * * *

 When Beca reaches the solitude of her bedroom, she finally gets what all those high school romcoms were about. Showing their protagonist thrilled to finally finish a date so they can squeal and giggle and simply dream about their crush or date. It’s probably the first time that Beca has felt her energy rebound around her room with such happiness and positivity. The sensation is addicting—she honestly just wants to text Chloe all night.

Which, honestly, she could.

Chloe kissed her. Chloe kissed her because she likes her and they just went on a date. A freaking date.

A text from Chloe jolts her back to reality.

Chloe i miss you, is that weird?

Beca no because i miss you too. weirdo.

Chloe i have something else to tell you. that might be weird. Idk

Beca go for it.

Beca watches the text bubbles float in and out on her screen, like Chloe is typing a paragraph. Despite Chloe just saying that she missed her, Beca can’t help but feel nervous.

Chloe I just wanted you to know why i picked south street. it’s because. well. Remember when we first went there by ourselves without our parents. Sometime last year. With a few friends. And we all squeezed into that booth and sat there and shared fries and milkshakes and felt like we were at the top of the world because we were finally in high school or something stupid like that. I don’t even remember much about that night or who we were with but i do remember seeing the way you laughed at something and how your entire face lit up. and i remember thinking that i really liked you and how scary it was that i felt these things for you so suddenly and so much. Like a lot. but i’m so glad that we both got to this point - that we both feel the same way. I just really loved the way you looked when you laughed and i am so happy you’re in my life.

Chloe also i really like kissing you

Beca doesn’t even bother replying.

She shoves on her shoes again and rushes out the front door. She is only surprised to see Chloe sitting on her own front porch, staring worriedly at her phone.

“You really are so weird, y'know that?” She calls out, careful not to startle Chloe too much.

Chloe does jump anyway, but she sets her phone down quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing this date off again that you confessed your big scary feelings. Through a text message.” Beca pretends to be annoyed as she stomps over to Chloe. “You couldn’t have said all that?”

“You make me nervous!” Chloe exclaims.

Beca shakes her head, mustering up all the courage she has in the world, pulling Chloe in for a kiss like she wanted to earlier before Chloe beat her to it.

“So much better,” Beca whispers, smiling when Chloe huffs quietly against her mouth.

It's the perfect end to the beginning Beca has been dreaming of all this time.

fin.

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[arvandus]

🎉750!!🎉

Congrats on the milestone!! I’m so happy to see your blog growing because I really do think you deserve it! 💖💖💖

I hope you’re still accepting requests for your event. I can’t decide between Hawks (who I love) and Dabi (who you write so well ❤️) so I’ll let you pick whichever gives you more inspiration. Anyway, can I have “best friends to lovers” headcanons for whoever you decide on?

Thanks and congrats again!!! 😘

Thank you so much! 💕 I will totally write Hawks for you! I've actually been really enjoying writing his character, he's one of my favorite to write for. :) Sorry if this got a bit long.... you know how I am... Hawks x Reader (Friends to Lovers)

🪶 Keigo has never had a shortage of ‘friends.’ That doesn’t mean that any of those friendships are meaningful, though. Fame is like that. Everyone wants to know you, wants to be close to you, to use the word ‘friend’ like a VIP ticket, not realizing that the word has lost its meaning, its value cheapened by fake smiles and invasive questions.

🪶 Which is why meeting you is so interesting.

🪶 The first thing Keigo notices about you is that you’re nice. Not the kind of ‘nice’ that’s used as a tool, that screams of shallowness fueled by selfish motive. No, your kindness comes from within, and it is given to everyone. It is just a part of who you are, genuine goodness wrapped in a gentle smile.

🪶 The second thing he notices is that, unlike so many others, you don’t go out of your way to throw yourself at him. You smile and greet him when you see him, ask him how he’s doing, but you never try to push anything past that. You never try to take more than he’s willing to give.

🪶 It almost makes him feel normal, whatever that means. He’s not familiar with normal, never has been. He’s good at faking it, of course… but real normalcy? What even is that?

🪶 Whatever it is he’s feeling, he likes it.

🪶 Keigo enjoys the gradual slow pace of your growing friendship. It’s a nice contrast to his fast lifestyle. When he’s around you, everything slows down and he can breathe.

🪶 He starts spending more time with you, meeting up for lunches and going out for drinks after.

🪶 Boy, do the tabloid papers enjoy that… rumors fly faster than Hawks’ feathers.

🪶 He 100% gets in trouble with his PR manager; after all, he’s supposed to be Japan’s #1 bachelor.

🪶 The two of you laugh about it though. You two? An item? Please. You’re just good friends.

🪶 The friendship doesn’t grow to best friend level until you two start hanging out in the privacy of your homes. It’ll be small, casual things at first - maybe he’ll come by to pick up the jacket he lent you. Or maybe you’ll drop off some cookies you baked. It’ll happen gradually, naturally. A lunch here, a movie night there.

🪶 Once that happens, Keigo starts opening up more to you. After all, there are no paparazzi watching him, no clicking of cameras, no risk of conversations being recorded. It’s slow going and be patient with him - he’s likely never had this level of friendship before. You open up to him too, and it only brings you two closer together as you two build your trust.

🪶 Once that trust is established, you become the center of his world. He doesn’t realize it though, at least not right away. He just knows that he wants to be around you. All. The. Time.

🪶 Keigo suddenly starts seeing you differently. You shine a bit brighter, catching his eye whenever you’re in his presence. He becomes super invested in your happiness, more so than ever before. He’ll do anything to see you smile, and keep finding reasons to be around you. He might even get a little protective.

🪶 He finally gets his epiphany that he’s falling for you when he drops something work-related when you desperately need him. He’s never done that before, and he notices. Somehow you’ve become his top priority. More important than hero work, more important than anything.

🪶 Cue Keigo’s internal panic. He suddenly realizes how vulnerable you make him and he’s not sure how to feel about that.

🪶 Don’t be surprised if he pulls away at first. Love is scary if you’ve never felt it before. Especially like this.

🪶 Keigo’s entire identity has been defined by his work as a hero. He’s had nothing else. He was literally trained into this role. Suddenly his identity becomes more than that. It becomes tied to you.

🪶 He’s going to be grappling with a lot of guilt and fear. Does he even know how to be more than just a hero? Is it possible to make space for you in his crazy life? And what about you? Could you really handle the pressure that his fame might bring on you? You’ve already dealt with it somewhat as his friend, but handling it as his partner will be so, so different. Most importantly… could he even be enough for you? Sure he’s a famous hero. But deep down he’s just…. Keigo: a lonely man from a broken childhood. When all is said and done, what does he really have to offer?

🪶 It’ll take him some time. Eventually though, he’ll come around. Especially once he realizes that he’s on the verge of losing you (he did ghost you for a while after all…).

🪶 When he finally does come to terms with his feelings for you, he’ll show up unannounced at your door.

🪶 First words: “I’m sorry.”

🪶 Maybe you’ll need time to talk to him. Or maybe you’ll accept him right away. That part is up to you. But when you do finally accept his apology and he learns that not only are you not going anywhere but that you also care for him in return, he’ll scoop you up into his arms and kiss you.

🪶 After that, you two will pick up where you had left off, falling into the deep-rooted habits of your strong friendship. But it’s more than that now. Because the two of you become two halves of a whole, enriching each other’s lives in ways that neither of you had ever had before. It’ll feel strangely familiar and yet wonderfully new. Filled with snuggles, kisses, and laughter, and the promise of a bond that will only grow stronger with time.

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[candychronicles]

carve // k. bakugou

A/N: hello and welcome to my take on the all about bakugou bnharem collab! this is a potential intense read so please heed all warnings! 

this is a continuation of quarantine that i wrote last year for a harem collab. it’s not required to read in order to read this story but feel free to read if you’re interested!

i am so sorry that i solely write for collabs now lol 

CHARACTER PAIRING: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3,050

WARNINGS: heavy knife play (mentions of blood, wounds, weapons), super intense emotions, oral (f!receiving), good ol fashioned penetration, implications of a lighter skin tone if you squint

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend suggested to try a new kink over quarantine yet life was beginning to resume some semblance of normalcy with no excitement in sight. what was going on? 

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you did not, in fact, try anything risker. bakugou balked at the thought of hurting you once he got over the high he was in, lusting over the fact that you were able to put him in his place so easily, though he would never admit that. he wouldn’t admit a lot of things, in fact, like how he was afraid he was going to slip and cut too deep, how he thought you secretly didn’t trust him, how he wasn’t and never would be good enough. all these thoughts kept running through his head as time went on, as quarantine sunk deeper and deeper into chaos, as he got called back into action much sooner than expected and never really got a chance to spend time with you like he really wanted to.

over a year had passed since the last first and last time he had ever brought the knife up. you had asked him plenty, showing him different blades, trying to get him wound up, but he always pushed the thought away, fucked you into submission, or if you were being particularly relentless, let you fuck him. it kept you at bay for awhile but you both knew that things wouldn’t stay quiet forever.

it was on a normal tuesday evening that you sat him down for a serious chat. he had been gone for awhile, quarantines lifting up left and right, people getting vaccines and life returning to as normal as it could be after what everyone had went through. he was distant, stressed, unsure of life and frustrated with how he was feeling and you could tell. he didn’t, however, know that you were that observant and he was sure that you were going to kick him to the curb. honestly, how could he blame you with the way he was treating you, acting like you were some fragile doll that needed to be kept at arm's length wrapped in bubble wrap your whole life? fearing he would break some sort of trust between you two or worse, snap you in half. it wasn’t until he felt your gentle hand on his own that he realized he’d been consumed in his own thoughts.

“Katsuki, what’s wrong?” you finally asked, not one to beat around the bush.

“nothing’s wrong babe, just tired, you know i’ve been working a lot,” he brushed off, going to stand up.

you didn’t give him the chance though, yanking his hand so that he was pulled forward, slamming into the table.

“don’t. lie. to. me,” you commanded, anger evident on your face, brows furrowed and eyes challenging straight ahead.

he sat down with a sigh, not sure of where to begin or even if he had the strength to say anything to you, but before he could, he heard your voice, unusually meek, ask “was it something i did?”

his hand tightened around your own before he realized he was squeezing harshly, quickly letting go and rubbing his fingers as if he had burned you, which he might as well have with the way you recoiled at his actions.

“Katsuki, please, if there’s something i did, at least tell me. i’m going crazy watching you run away from me without me even knowing what’s going on.”

fists clenching under the table, he huffed, attempting to collect his thoughts once more. he knew now that there was no running from this, no more hiding his feelings or wallowing in his own despair and pity.

“i’m afraid of hurting you. during sex, especially. with the knife kink, ya know?”

you cocked your head at his, eyes squinting as you tried to analyze what he had just said.

“i’m not made of porcelain. i think that, as adults, you and i can have a conversation about boundaries, safety, how to keep in communication and what to properly do during aftercare. it’s really not any different from the conversations we’ve had before in any part of our life, really.”

“but what if i go too far?”

“then i’ll just embarrass you by going to the hospital and telling them that my boyfriend’s monster cock split me in half. m’sure they’ve heard worse,” you teased, reaching out to poke at his forehead that was set in a permanent wrinkle, face scowling at how nonchalantly you were talking about this.

“i’m serious, what if i fuck up and cut too deep or nick an artery or accidentally slip and stab you or you sneeze and stab yourself or-”

“hey, ‘Suki,” relax. it’s why we’ll educate ourselves and take it slow. you’re not putting a knife to my neck after all. we’ll learn and talk together so that we’re both feeling safe and if you still don’t want to do it after then that’s fine! we have a great sex life as is. i don’t need every one of my kinks fulfilled to be happy and satisfied with you.”

despite the insecurities and confusion that settled in his brain like a thick fog, he nodded his head, agreeing to learning and trying this new experience with you. secretly, he was ecstatic, his cock twitching as he thought about carving his name into your body, but the logical part of his brain still wasn’t convinced. 

you two spent the night educating yourself, figuring out what blade you wanted to purchase, how to keep it clean, how to safely take care of wounds, both minor and major, safety do’s and dont’s and going over boundaries and safe words. it was hours later that you both collapsed into bed, thoroughly tired yet satisfied after the conversation and education that had just taken place.

three days later, a nondescript package arrived at your door, simply labeled with the postage and address. you quickly grabbed it and rushed inside, careful to close the door quietly. Bakugou had the day off and spent most of the morning doing paperwork, only now choosing to workout in order to get rid of the boredom that was already seeping into his brain. 

you tore the package open as quietly as possible and shimmied the box tucked inside the package out, careful not to damage anything, popping it open and smiling at the sight inside. a shiny blade stared back at you, hilt a forest green, deep and inviting. you pulled the object out, running your finger along the cool metal, admiring the way it glinted in the harsh kitchen light. 

quickly, you scrambled into the bedroom, eager to see what Bakugou would think but when you peeked your head inside the room, it was dark. you frowned before realizing he had already sat down at his desk, tolling away at the mounds of papers he had to go through. sighing, you gently placed the blade down on the dresser, forgetting about it as the day went on.

it was only when you were in the shower later that evening, ready for bed, that you remembered you didn’t put it away. you hurried to finish, barely throwing a towel on yourself before whipping the door open only to see he had already spotted the object. 

Bakugou was twirling it in his hands, testing the weight, prodding at the tip with his fingers, letting out a sharp hiss when the blade nicked his finger.

without thinking, you stepped forward, taking his hand into your own before slowly lifting it up to your lips, sucking on the wound, the taste of iron and his own sweet flavor hitting the roof of your mouth. you watched him with hooded lids as your towel dropped haphazardly to the floor, body still dripping from the shower.

“princess, you’re playing a dangerous game tonight.”

you only hummed around his finger, stepping closer to him, pressing your wet body to his, shivering at the warmth he radiated. he pulled his hand away from your mouth, choosing instead to cup your chin and bring it closer to him.

“are you sure you want to do this? do you remember everything we learned?”

“i’m sure, Katsuki, i promise. we have our safety words if things get out of hand, yeah? but i’m sure it won’t,” you reassured, blinking up at him with such sincerity it nearly took his breath away.

with the knife tucked firmly in one hand, Bakugou led you to the bed, laying you down gently, propping your head up and settling into your thighs, kissing, biting, sucking.

he took one deep breath, hands trembling, before the coolness of the blade just barely grazed your skin. you took a sharp inhale of breath but before he could ask what was wrong, he heard you beg for him to do it again.

his tongue came out to press flat against your clit and you jolted, his one hand coming down to hold you still and the other using the knife to trace lazy shapes along your thighs, up your pelvis and around your stomach. 

you struggled to maintain your breath, the sharp scratch of the knife as it tickled your skin contrasted with the soft and soothing tongue of Bakugou as he leisurely lapped at your sensitive nub. you begged and pleaded for more friction, white knuckling the sheets as you tried to keep your composure but all he did was sadistically smile and hum, the vibrations driving you crazy. 

he kept up that pace for a while, the blade leaving behind bright pink swirls on your skin, tickling and pinching you at the same time. it was all so exhilarating, knowing that something bad could happen and yet being at the complete mercy of your boyfriend. 

Bakugou, on the other hand, was stalling for time. he wanted so badly to claim you as his own and yet he was still convinced this wasn’t what you wanted. he thought you were faking it or doing it for his own pleasure and yet in this moment, all he wanted to do was please you, make you feel good, make you know that nobody would ever lay a hand on you besides him, that you were and would be his forever. he felt so strongly about you and about you being his that he didn’t even notice he was applying more pressure to the blade until you let out a gasp.

immediately he sat up, blade dropping clumsily to the bed as he examined your hips, realizing he had nicked the thin skin on your pelvic bone. he stared blankly at the red welt, a pinprick of blood seeping out of the cut. numbly, he looked up at you, ashamed he had hurt you. before he had a chance to open his mouth and apologize, however, you surged forward, crashing your lips against his own, teeth gnashing. he was sure he tasted blood but the way you were kissing him, he didn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to.

“Katsuki, i need more, please. i need you, all of you, need your name carved into my body, need to know that i’m the only one for you.”

he paused, hands coming to gently push you away, looking into your eyes to see what kind of game you were playing but all he saw was that same sincerity and desire as always.

“i just hurt you know. what if i go too far?”

you grabbed his face fervently, squishing his cheeks with your hands. 

“I trust you with my life. I always have and I always will. I am yours as you are mine. I want, no I need, this from you. Please.”

his heart practically squeezed in his chest, an unusual lump forming in his throat as he stared at you, at the way the tears pooled at your lashes, how you looked at him like he was the sun, how your warm breath caressed his face and your soft hands held him so tenderly. it was in that moment that he finally realized how much you loved him, trusted him, needed him as much as he needed you.

no words were spoken as he wiped away the tears from your cheeks, laying you back down gently on the mattress, knife picked up firmly in his hand as he splayed his other across your stomach, stretching and pulling at the skin to make it taut. he didn’t even think before he put the blade to your skin and began carving the first line in the K.

the first cut stung, a slow, agonizing pain as he sliced straight up and down, pinpricks of blood following in the wake of his actions. he looked up at you, making sure you were okay, but you were already placing your hand on the blade, urging him to continue.

the next few lines continued to sting but with it came an utmost sense of security and pride. he was carving you, embellishing his name into your body, carving you, marking you, molding you to become a piece of his own flesh. you were his canvas, his artwork, the beauty that was brighter than the stars. he was the sun, hot, fiery, full of temper and you were his moon, patient, calm, full of emotion. together, you two worked in tandem, balancing each other out, keeping each other in line, never able to fully connect but never being able to stay away from one another. but today, on this glorious evening, the sun and the moon meet, an eclipse in the night, destined to become one, and as the blade finished slicing you, the final stroke, the “I” to end it all, your souls merged.

Bakugou stared back at his own name, his first name, carved along your skin, rivulets of red pooling along your skin, eager to be released from their confines. his hand came to gently wipe away your skin, wincing as you hissed.

“let me get you cleaned up.”

he tried to get up, he really did, but when you reached for him, your voice wanton, begging him to fuck you, pleading, saying that you needed him now more than ever, he sunk back down onto the bed, his shirt flinging over his head, clothes kicked off to the side. gingerly, he climbed on top of you, not even getting a chance to adjust or make sure you were okay before you were trapping him in your legs, pulling your bodies practically flush, his cock sitting heavily against your aching cunt.

“baby, please, i want you too, so fucking bad, but i need you to tell me you’re okay first, need you to talk to me before we go any further,” he begged, eyes searching your own frantically to make sure you didn’t get lost in the emotions.

“m’okay ‘Suki, promise. just need y’so bad, please.” 

he breathed deeply through his nose, cock twitching painfully, before he situated himself properly between your legs, gently thrusting into you, nearly gasping out as you sucked him in, soaking wet and eager for his touch.

“fuck baby, you’re so wet. been waiting for me to fuck you senseless, hm?”

you only whined out in response, hands curling around his neck to pull him closer to you, sealing him in a kiss and wriggling your hips.

he obliged without question, too consumed in the feeling of you, your scent, the stickiness of the blood, your hands in his hair, everything about you was driving him crazy. you were everything to him and he could feel in the way your body reacted to his touch, the way you cried as he kissed you, how you whispered over and over again how much you loved him, how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, how you needed him at your happiest and darkest moments in life, how you two would meet in every life and love each other no matter what, he felt it all. so much so that his own tears began falling, soaked in your soft skin, slipping between each kiss, sealing your fate with one another.

his thrust were slow and deliberate, taking his time, savoring every breath that he stole from you, every gasp and moan and cry and prayer as you worshipped him over and over again. your body was on fire, adrenaline making your toes curl and fingers tingle, head dizzy from lack of air but you couldn’t stop, meeting his thrust with your own, legs locked tightly around his torso, hands pulling him impossibly closer, loving the way his body set you on fire. you were drowning in the flames and yet only wanted to sink deeper into heat, consumed by the tranquility it gave you. you were at peace, body alight with pleasure as your chest met his, back curling off the bed as he rocked you through the most intense orgasm you had ever had.

it only took a few moments of your cunt clenching around his cock before he came, thrusts becoming sloppy as he rode you both through your high. breaths were caught, bodies untangling from one another as you came to your senses. after a few minutes, Bakugou gently began stroking your cheek, bringing you back to reality, going through his checklist as he made sure you were okay after what had happened.

after he had gotten you some water and began tending to your wounds, you looked at him, hand coming to gently grip his, stroking the calloused palms of your lover. 

“thank you, Katsuki.”

he looked at you like you had two heads before scoffing, claiming that he only did what you two wanted to do before finishing cleaning you up, going to the bathroom to take his own shower and wash the blood off of himself. you laid there, donned in one of his shirts, taking in your emotions, when the door opened up, Bakugou stepping out dressed in sweatpants, flashing you a rare soft smile as he took in the name carved on your stomach.

“y’know, that’s just the beginning,” he started, coming over to lay down next to you, gently pulling you into his side, kissing the top of your head and watching the way you looked at him, expectant and full of love.

“you’re not going to just have my name carved on you, princess. soon, i’ll give you my last name too.” 

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Always Be Here | Fred x Reader

Requested by @pxroxide-prinxcesss: The war is over and the dust has settled. Many were dead and your mind cannot help but go to dark places; you may have lost Fred. But when you see him after the war, he is just as thrilled to see you alive as you are to see him.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content (soft smut), language, mention of death, blood

Word Count: 2.7k

It was over. The Dark Lord was dead. The good had prevailed through the darkness that contaminated your world for four years. You could finally breathe without the fear of your last breath being taken from you by a Death Eater. It was all over.

But with the victory came losses. People fought valiantly for the good and died heroes. Classmates, professors, parents, siblings all fought the good fight and did so with courage and bravery. But you couldn’t help but have tears well up in your eyes when you looked around and saw so much death. People carrying bodies out of sight, running others to the infirmary to prevent them from the inevitable, loved ones crying over bodies of the recently deceased.

As you looked around, anxiety and fear rose in your throat and your chest became tight. Your mind immediately went to a horrific dark place and you thought of Fred. Where was he? Was he alive?

You ran into friends and classmates, relieved to see them alive, hugging them as you encountered them. Sharing an embrace and tears streaming down your face to see them, you would prematurely pull away and ask, “Have you seen Fred?” Nervous for you, they would shake their heads no as your heart sank further and further into your stomach. A pit grew in your stomach and you grew increasingly impatient. Where was your boy? He had to be alive. He just had to be.

Running around the castle, you make your way around rubble and fallen stones, desperate to find your Weasley. Where could he be? You felt nauseous, your head fuzzy, vision blurry from the impending tears that threatened to fall from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “Fred?” you call out, now in sheer hope that he would call back out for you. No response. Your breathing becomes more rapid with the rise and fall of your chest as you dart around the castle grounds. “Fred!” Nothing.

Your eyes scan your surroundings before catching the eyes of another Weasley, but not your Fred. “(Y/N)!” Ron yells out a smile on his face to see you alive, dried blood all over his face. You exhale a small sigh of relief when you see Ron as you run towards him to embrace him. “Thank Merlin, you’re alive.”

As you squeeze Ron tight, you start to cry a little harder, hoping that he would have the answer to the question that plagued your mind. “Ron,” you pull away from him. “Where’s Fred?”

Ron smiles and that’s when you let go of the breath you were holding. He was alive. “Come on,” Ron grabs your hand as he zig zags through the castle to bring you to where you assumed Fred was.

Pulling you into what once was the Great Hall, Ron stops in his tracks and looks at your face as you scan the room. And that’s when you see him. He’s sat next to George, head in his hands, leg shaking nervously, probably thinking the same thing that you thought about him moments ago. He’s pulling on his ginger hair in distress, but George stops him by pushing his shoulder and pointing in your direction. 

Fred looks up and meets your gaze. As he does so, you let a happy sob escape your lips as you cover your mouth to stifle it. Fred’s face immediately relaxes and you see him mouth, “Thank bloody Merlin.” 

Without hesitation, you start running to him and he rises to his feet to meet you halfway. Your feet couldn’t carry you faster to your love as you wrap your arms around his neck, him wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up instantly. You wrap your legs around his long torso and burry your face in his neck as he holds you. Sobbing into his neck, you manage to speak through sobs, “Freddie, I thought I lost you.”

Fred strokes your hair to soothe you, like he always did when you were upset. His other arm holds you up with barely any effort, squeezing you impossibly closer to him. There was no way he was letting you go. “I told you I was going to see you at the end of this,” Fred calmly speaks, but tears are also streaming down his cheeks as he thanks Merlin that you were alive at the end of the brutality of this war. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

You stay in his arms for a little while longer, not caring who watched you or how long you were there for. Your love was alive and okay and that’s all that mattered. You two came out of this alive. Fred gently puts you down, but still keeps his hands on you, hands resting on your waist tightly. The two of you look at the other’s face as if it were the first time seeing it. His eyes were intensely looking into yours with so much love, you couldn’t help but want to cry again. Your heart swelled with how much love you had for this boy. Pulling your attention away from his face, you notice the large gash he has on his forehead, fresh blood still trickling down the side of his forehead. “Freddie, you’re bleeding,” you cup his cheek and gently touch his forehead.

“Me and the rest of the people here, darling,” he rolls his eyes as you shake your head. Of course, he would joke about this right now. “I’m fine, I promise. All I care about is that you’re here and you’re okay.”

The two of you make your way to the rest of the Weasley family as you embrace George tightly. “Glad you’re alright, (Y/N). If you weren’t, I don’t know what Fred would have done,” George confesses as you decide not to think about if one of you had not made it. 

But now was not a time to think of the pain. You were grateful to be alive and even more thankful that Fred was next to you, holding your hand, kissing your forehead at the end of it. You were alive.

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That night, you found yourself in the comfort of the Burrow in Fred’s old bedroom. There was no way you were spending the night apart after today. Fred needed you by his side at all times, too scared to let you go. You had to insist that he took a shower without you much to his dismay for multiple reasons. 

It had been a while since you were in this room after Fred and George moved out of the Burrow and into their own flat above the joke shop. But the Burrow was always home. It’s where you and Freddie had your first kiss, where he asked you to be his girlfriend, where you two had slept with each other for the first time. The Burrow had become not only home to your boyfriend, but to you as well. 

Interrupting your thoughts, Fred emerges from the bathroom and into his bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he shut the door behind him. Fred looks at you and a warm smile appears on his face. “Hello, gorgeous,” he beams.

“Hi, Freddie,” you smile back as he sits on the bed beside you before you place a sweet his to his lips. You push his wet ginger hair out of his face, combing it back with your fingers. The two of you sit in silence for a moment before you break the quiet. “I can’t believe it’s over. It’s really done with, huh?”

Fred lets out a light laugh, “Yeah. I just can’t believe how much destruction there was. Hogwarts is in shreds. It’s crazy to see somewhere you called home look like that.” You nod your head. Even though the two of you had graduated from Hogwarts a few years ago, your memories of being a student were vivid as ever. Especially the ones you made with your friends and Fred. “It’s where we fell in love,” Fred adds, making you blush. He smiles and kisses your rosy cheeks. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

You stroke Fred’s cheek gently and lightly smile at the beautiful boy in front of you. He leans into your touch and lets out a small sigh, the two of you looking at the other lovingly. “You’re the love of my life, Fred. There’s no one out there for me but you,” you admit to him. Fred knew that you loved him more than words could say, but every time you confessed it to him, it gave him butterflies.

He kisses the palm of your hand before pulling you onto his lap, you straddling him as the thin fabric of the towel covers his lower half. “And you are the love of my life, (Y/N). I will never love anyone like I love you. And I will say that until my last breathe. I love you,” Fred tells you, squeezing your hips as your heart swells with so much love. You were the only people in the world right now. You don’t know what to say to him. But that wasn’t a problem because Fred had something to say. “Marry me.”

His words make your heart stop for a moment and your eyes widen in shock. It takes you a moment to process his words. Your mouth is agape as you search for words. “What?” you manage to speak. That’s all you can say. What was happening?

“I know, it’s crazy, and I wanted to wait until we returned to some sense of normalcy before I asked you, but it felt right,” Fred admit. “I don’t have a ring, but I’ll get you whatever ring you like. I don’t care, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/N). The war made me realize that I don’t know what I would do without you if I lost you. You are everything to me and I want to be with you forever,” he rambles. “Marry me.”

The proposition was crazy, but you were crazier for Fred. This was the easiest question you were ever asked. “Yes. Done. Yes, Fred. Of course. Yes,” you excitedly answer, gripping onto his shoulders as you beam, laughing like a child as Fred joins you. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred repeats before pressing his lips onto yours for a sweet kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in closer by your hips. The kiss turns more passionate as you open your mouth gently, letting Fred’s tongue enter your mouth, swirling around it as you tangle your fingers in his still wet hair. Fred lightly moans into your mouth as you rub your hips against his. “I love you,” he speaks again before kissing down your neck as you tilt your head, giving him more access to your exposed flesh. 

Fred pulls your shirt over your head, revealing your bare top, sitting on his lap now with just panties on. His eyes rake up and down your body before kissing across your chest and onto your full breasts. He takes one of your breasts in his large hand, massaging it as he takes the nipple of the other in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive area. You tangle your fingers in his hair deeper, pulling at his roots as you moan, rolling your head backwards. “Fuck, Freddie,” you moan out, continuing to roll your hips against his towel covered pelvis. 

Before you can say anything else, Fred has you underneath him as he tosses his towel to the floor. His erection hits his stomach, hard for you already. Fred kisses you again deeply, tongue sloppily massaging yours before pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to make love to you,” he whispers in your ear as you gulp. His words make your heat even more wet. You nod your head up and down. He huskily chuckles before placing a kiss to your jawline. 

He kisses down your neck as you reach out and start stroking his hard cock. Fred groans at the sensation of your hand wrapped around his dick, resisting the urge to thrust himself into your wet pussy. You stroke his cock, slowly, up and down, in a circular motion, making Fred let out a low groan into your neck. “Fuck, baby,” he breathes as you continue to pump his member.

You start to pick up the speed, but Fred stops you. “I wanna come inside of you,” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom as he rolls it onto his hard length. 

He lines himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself into your dripping wet heat. You moan out in satisfaction, arching your back gently. Fred always filled you up delightfully. The sight of you writhing in pleasure was enough to get Fred off. “Oh, Fred,” you breathe out. “Move, baby.”

Fred obeys and starts slowly thrusting in and out of you. Each thrust is gentle, but feels euphoric. Fred laces his fingers with yours as he pushes in and out of you. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I love you,” he tells you between breaths.

His other hand snakes down your stomach until he reaches your clit, rubbing slow figure eights on it as your eyes screw shut. Fred knew exactly how you liked it and he lived to make you feel good. “Shit, baby, just like that, don’t stop,” you moan out as Fred continues to pump in and out of you and rub your clit. “Faster, please, Fred, fuck, please.”

Fred starts to thrust faster, his hips colliding into yours with each thrust, filling you up with his cock deliciously. Fred lets out low moans as he fucks you, pressing kisses to your jawline with each thrust. “Say my name,” he whispers in your ear.

“Fred, baby, yes,” you moan out, letting his name fall out of your mouth. He moans at the sound of his name falling out of your pretty little mouth. “Fred, you make me feel so good. I love you so much, baby. I love you.”

It’s music to Fred’s ears as he takes you like this, making you grip the sheets in pleasure. You arch your back up and Fred takes this opportunity to suck hard on one of your nipples, still drawing lazy circles on your clit, dick rocking in and out of you. You are overstimulated with pleasure, eyes rolling back, toes curled up. “Look at me, baby, look at me,” he pleads. “I wanna watch you come.”

You peel your eyes open and look into Fred’s eyes as he fucks you like this. Small moans escape your mouth with each thrust and Fred lets out a deep groan as he watches your eyebrows furrow in absolute pleasure, mouth agape as he makes love to you on his bed. “I’m gonna come, baby, fuck,” you tell him.

“Come for me,” he speaks. “Come all over me, princess. Moan my name, go on,” he growls. 

With that, you release all over his dick, rolling your head back as you moan, “Oh, Freddie, fuck.” Fred continues to thrust in and out of you before releasing into his condom moments after you, pleasure shuddering through his body as you watch him release, screwing his eyes shut and nuzzling his face into your neck as he comes. 

The two of you are breathless, chests heavy rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. Fred pulls out of you and rolls beside you, tossing the condom away. He wastes no time pulling you into his chest, cuddling you close next to him, kissing your forehead as you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “I love you, darling. I love you so much,” he tells you. “I promise I’m gonna make you the happiest woman in the world. I swear on my life.”

You smile into his chest before looking up at the man you love. “I love you much more. I can’t wait to spend forever with you,” you confess as he presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re my forever.”

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