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mimsynims · 6 months

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Fool For Love

part 1

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Author’s Note: I have barely been writing anything (I usually write for the Good Omens fandom) since I started playing BG3, but then a few days ago I felt compelled to start on *something* for this fandom that has completely taken over my mind. I usually post on AO3 but for some reason I wanted to post a first teaser-chapter here on Tumblr.

So here it is, my first (unbeta’d) venture into the BG3 fandom. I have no idea where this is going except that the endgame is a happy ending for Tav and Astarion.

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (Mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking

Summary: You thought knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… Now you do.

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You watch him laugh as Shadowheart leans closer to whisper something in his ear, and the unwarranted jealousy that has your chest aching leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He may be sharing your bed now and then, but you have no right to him. For all you know, he might be spending his other nights with each and everyone in your camp. And that is his prerogative; pretty words aside, Astarion has never promised you anything other than fantastic sex.

A bitter smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. You are sure he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger. That he has convinced you that this means more to him than it actually does. The sigh leaves your lips before you can stop it, but it doesn’t really matter, because none of the others hear you, too busy listening to Gale regaling another story about his ex.

Annoyed with yourself you rise, an excuse prepared on your tongue in case anyone questions your departure from the merriment. The lie remains unspoken and you’re relieved when you can slink into the shadows unnoticed. Relieved, but also perhaps a bit sad. It’s funny, you’ve spent most of your life aiming for anonymity, to stay under the radar. The unexpected friendships you’ve made since the kidnapping has unravelled all of that. Have made you aware of the dark and empty space in your heart you’ve successfully ignored until now.

Except it isn’t empty anymore.

It happened gradually, and without your permission. A dashing pale rogue stealing your affection when you weren’t looking. Because yes, while you know that his only reason for talking his way into your bed was manipulation, he has unintentionally shown you glints of his real self during your time together. He’s a complicated mess, just like yourself, and you love him. Love everything about him, even though it hurts.

So maybe he has you wrapped around his finger after all, because if you had any sense, you would end this thing between you. You should, but you are a selfish being. One day Astarion will realise that he doesn’t need to use sex to feel safe with you, but until that day comes, you will greedily accept every scrap of attention he gives you.

“Pathetic.”

“Talking to yourself, darling? Or have you made another furry friend when I wasn’t looking?” Astarion gracefully — why is that even when he’s pleasantly drunk, the elf manages to appear graceful? — sits down next to you in the grass. “You already have three of them in the camp, surely that’s enough?”

“Three?” You try to gather your thoughts, but it’s difficult when he is this close to you. “Scratch, the owlbear cub, and…?”

“Halsin, of course.”

“Of course,” you repeat dumbly. True, the druid was in his bear form when you first met, but something in Astarion’s demeanour makes you suspect that that isn’t what he meant. Images of Astarion undressing Halsin floods your mind. Halsin is a handsome and powerful man, so it would make sense for Astarion to seduce him too. Just like he had with you.

“Why are we sitting here, by the way?” Astarion shifts to lean on one hand, his face tilted back to take in the full moon. “Wanted a more romantic setting than your tent this time, darling?”

Oh. So you are the chosen one for the night. You were certain it would be Shadowheart, considering.

“Are you alright, Tav?”

For a moment you let yourself believe that the hesitation you hear in his voice is founded on genuine concern. That he truly cares beyond the deep-seated need for self-preservation ingrained in him. But the illusion can only last so long. You know enough of his history not to hold his actions against him, but right now you’re not in a headspace to pretend that everything is fine. And yet, you try.

“Of course I am.” You hold back a flinch when you hear the acid lacing your words like a toxin. It gives too much away, so you do the only thing you can think of. Your hands are already grabbing fabric before you have finished your thought, pulling him closer before he has time to examine your statement too closely. Before he can figure out your lie.

The night air is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the hot mouth claiming yours. You might regret it tomorrow, but right now, this is exactly what you need. In Astarion’s arms, you can forget everything but him and what he gives you. Around other people he can seem petty and cruel, but when he’s with you like this… this is different.

Or least that’s what you tell yourself. You cling to the illusion that this is special, and you succeed — until you feel yourself leaning your head to the side, offering your neck.

Astarion doesn’t ask it of you, he never does. It’s always you that wordlessly gives him what you believe is what he truly wants.

And this time it reminds you that deep down, this is just a transactional act for Astarion. Nothing else. He doesn’t care about you, not really.

After you’re both sated, you drift off to sleep without meaning to. It has been a taxing day, both physically and mentally, and the last thing you see is Astarion looking down at you with an indiscernible expression in his red eyes. Almost as if you’re a puzzle he can’t figure out. Except that doesn’t make any sense, because to you it feels like he saw right through you the first time you met.

Some time later, you’re vaguely aware of strong arms lifting you from the damp grass. You must’ve made some noise, because you feel a warm breath against your ear.

“Hush, my darling, you don’t want the others to wake up.”

Exhaustion drags you back under, and when you next wake up, you’re in your tent. Alone.

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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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Hi rubix, love your writing btw!! so would I be able to request a wandanat x reader fic where it’s readers birthday and they don’t usually have time or people to celebrate with so Wanda and Nat decide to change that for this year and whisk her away to somewhere like Paris to celebrate and have a great time with some smut at the end 🫣

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m in dire need of this 🤧

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.

warnings: smut -> minors, you know the drill, bye [threesome; smut so soft it borders on spicy fluff; like...one inch of plot; grinding; fingering [R receiving]; the daddy and mommy kink is implied but not explicit lmao; wanda's low-key a brat because...yeah :) ; clothed sex AGAIN because i think it's neat, okay?; cheesy ending...again]

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: hi, lovely anon, thank you for the kind words! i hope i'm not too late with this but either way, i hope you had a fantastic birthday! also, you get the honor of having requested my first ever wandanat fic so that's cool. this was my first time properly sitting down and writing for them so let me know what you think! i really hope you enjoy <3

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“Guess what.”

You look up from the book in your hands to find two pairs of expectant eyes on you. You’ve seen your girlfriends wear many faces since you met them and yet it never fails to surprise you when you catch a glimpse of the genuine joy they wear around you.

The one that makes your heart skip several beats and earns them both teasing comments from the rest of the team.

“What?” You ask as your eyes flicker back and forth between them and the proud grins on their faces.

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at you. “That’s not how the game works, detka.”

“Come on, go easy on her,” Natasha comes to your aid for once, a subtle hint that even she must be excited about whatever news they’re hiding.

“Yeah, what Nat said.”

You and the redhead share a look that draws a soft chuckle out of your girlfriend. “Remind me how I’m the one who spoils y/n again?”

“Can you stop stalling and tell me what you’re hiding already?”

Your question earns both a glare and a laugh before you’re finally given the answer you’ve been searching for. Your girlfriends may love you more than anything else in the world but that will never stop them from teasing you like their life depends on it.

“So impatient…yes, fine, we convinced Tony to let us borrow one of his stupidly fast jets for tomorrow.”

Two pairs of green eyes watch your reaction expectantly only to find your face twisting into confusion. “Why?”

There’s a beat of silence where they both stare at each other, silently trying to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to question the exciting news they had brought to you.

It happens in a flash.

One second you’re sitting alone in bed and the next, your girlfriends are on either side of you, contradicting touches landing on your arms. It’s strange how easy it is to tell them apart. How cautious Natasha’s fingers still are when they trace random patterns onto your skin compared to Wanda’s gentle pressure as trails down to grab onto your hand, unmistakable tendrils of red magic moving to put your forgotten book back onto the shelf.

Natatsha’s the first to break the silence, all her earlier playfulness gone and replaced by subtle concern. “y/n, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“So?” You shrug. “It’s just another day.”

Wanda tightens her grip on your hand and successfully steals back your attention. “Nonsense, malyshka. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“Guys, it’s not a big deal,” you assure them. “I really don’t need anything. Plus, I have too many things to do.”

“Not anymore.” A sweet kiss is placed on your lips before you can voice your complaints. “We’re stealing you away tomorrow.”

“But what about-”

“Already talked to Steve.”

“And-”

“Kate will understand.”

“How-”

“Stop looking for excuses, detka.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer to her. “You’re coming with us.”

You want to argue, you truly do, but then Wanda’s gluing herself to your side, eager hands slipping under your shirt, and you quickly come to the conclusion that spending all day with them is the best way to spend any day.

Including a birthday.

Especially since you’re more than used to treating it like every other day of the year. It’s not that you don’t like celebrating it, you’re just always too busy to make real plans and no one’s ever thought to surprise you before.

But of course, your girlfriends aren’t like anyone else.

Which is how they manage to get you onto one of Tony’s jets, reminding you of the existence of time zones and how you have to leave right now if you want to make it to your surprise destination on time. You don’t really mind either way but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen them this excited about something in a while so you go along with them anyway.

The jet ride seems never-ending despite how fast the aircraft is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that you’ve been having trouble sleeping peacefully the past few nights and Wanda’s running a hand through your hair in the way that makes you melt.

“You’re allowed to go to sleep, you know?” Natasha whispers with a teasing smirk. “We still have a long while to go.”

“Whose idea was this again?” You grumble as you drop your head down onto the redhead’s shoulder.

“Don’t be a brat, love. You’ll thank us when we get there.”

You bite back the rest of your complaints and sink into the sweet arms of a dreamless sleep. You miss the way your girlfriends watch over you the entire time as well as the long list of things they each want to see and the various ridiculous ways in which they propose to get everything done.

They ultimately agree to let you choose once you’re awake again…something that backfires when the jet finally lands and you’re still far off in dreamland. They go back and forth on whether they should wake you or not, especially since it’s morning where you've landed and the jetlag will definitely destroy you.

You look far too cute to rouse though so Natasha gathers you up into her arms with ease and carries you in her strong embrace the rest of the way.

When you finally do wake up, a few hours have passed and you're safe inside the lavish hotel room Wanda reserved using one of Tony’s endless credit cards. The change in scenery startles your drowsy mind before you feel familiar arms pulling you close.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Wanda says softly as she easily pulls you onto her lap.

“Hi,” you mumble, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.

“Hi, darling. How's the birthday girl feeling? Still sleepy?”

“A little.” You let out a soft sigh as your girlfriend’s hands travel inside your loose shirt, slender fingers tracing random shapes onto your warm skin. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip.”

She scoffs and the sound instantly reminds you of Natasha which pulls a small smile onto your face. “You didn't ruin anything, detka. It's your birthday.”

You don't say anything in response and your girlfriend is quick to pull your thoughts away from their current trajectory. She keeps exploring your waist with one hand while the other one comes up to playfully tug on your hair.

“How about you stop hiding and look at your surprise, hm?”

It’s unclear whether it’s her words or her grip on your hair that makes you obey but neither of you mind. You reluctantly lift your face from its hiding place and let the green-eyed woman guide your gaze toward the large window of the room.

You gasp the second you realize where you are. “You guys brought me to Paris!”

Your excitement manages to break through your exhaustion which earns you a laugh from your loving witch. “Only the best for our girl.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe a little.”

You turn your head at the sound of Natasha’s voice, eager hands reaching out for her instantly. Your silent request is instantly fulfilled and the redhead easily slips into bed next to Wanda.

“I can't believe you would do this for me.”

“Believe it, malyshka.” She leans forward and easily captures your lips with her own.

Wanda huffs as she’s left out of the moment, her hands wandering under your shirt once again. You're too lost in the kiss to notice where her fingers are going until they brush against your nipples.

The sensation makes you jump which makes you grind against the witch’s thigh in a way that leaves you gasping for air.

“That’s cheating,” Natasha warns after she pulls away from you.

“What happened to spoiling the birthday girl?”

This time, you're the one who gets left out of the moment as they fight for the control that always rests in the Russian’s hands. They get caught up in their knowing stares and bruising kisses, leaving you aching and panting for their attention.

It’s a game they love playing with you but you’re far too desperate already to last much longer without their hands on you.

Thankfully, Wanda decides to take pity on you. She gives your hardened nipples a soft tug, smirking against Natasha’s lips when she feels your hips buck once more. “I think someone’s feeling a little needy.”

The redhead turns to look at you, a perfectly raised eyebrow painting her face with the stern humor you've come to know so well. “Is that right, kotenok? Are you feeling needy?”

You nod, all the heat in your body rushing down from your face to between your thighs. “Please don’t tease.”

“Aw, look at that, Nat. You're not going to deny her when she looks like that, are you?” You're not sure if Wanda’s actually being genuine or not but you don't really care as long as she’ll help you get what you want.

“Who’s the brat now?” She chuckles before reaching out for you, pulling you onto her lap, and leaving behind a pouty Wanda. “Come here, let me give you what you want.”

The Russian is true to her words and wastes no time in sliding a hand past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Your complaints about the lack of sink-on-skin contact between you are forgotten as Wanda situates herself behind you, plump lips trailing feather-light kisses up your neck.

A gasp tumbles out of your lips once Natasha’s fingers finally find your drenched cunt. She moves slowly, almost too slowly, but you already know she’ll be quick to remind you to be patient if you dare whine.

“You don’t have to be so cautious, detka,” Wanda whispers against your flushed skin. “It’s your birthday, remember?”

“Don’t listen to her, it’s always so much better for you when you’re a good girl.” She easily slips two fingers into your waiting hole, barely holding back a laugh as your pussy swallows her digits.

Your hands grip her shoulders for stability while they both work in tandem to make you lose the last bits of control you still have over yourself.

The witch’s hands find their way under your shirt yet again except this time she’s gripping your hips and helping you move in time with the redhead’s movements. It’s the slowest, most agonizing, of dances and yet the pleasure has you arching your back in seconds.

“Look at you,” Natasha coos, taking a mental picture of how delicious you look writhing in Wanda’s arms. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, malyshka.”

Your walls clench the second you hear the affectionate petname and the Russian can’t resist the urge to lean forward and attach herself to your neck. Her thrusts are still slow and steady but then finally, her thumb begins to circle your puffy clit.

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and she laughs as you practically go limp from the pleasure. “You’re gonna break her, ‘Tasha.”

“She likes it.” She punctuates her point by curling her fingers just right and pulling out a string of moans from deep within you. “Don’t you, darling?”

“Mhmm, please don’t stop.”

They share a look you don’t see but you do feel the evidence of yet another standoff. It’s like Wanda just can’t stop herself from pressing all of Natasha’s buttons when they’re like this. Which means it’s your job as their devoted girlfriend to let them turn your pleasure into a competition.

And they do just that.

Wanda’s grip on your hips tightens until her nails are digging into your skin and she’s practically forcing you to ride Natasha’s fingers. Natasha, for her part, increases the speed of her thrusts, launching you closer and closer toward your orgasm. She’s still drawing it out of you, though, still balancing speed with soft kisses and murmured praises.

It’s a strange combination but it works perfectly. Just like your relationship with them. It’s something that transcends words, something that can’t be explained, merely felt…and it’s also exactly what brings you to the edge.

“Nat…please…”

“Please, what, detka?” Wanda responds for your girlfriend.

“Can I cum? Please?”

You half-expect them to make you beg for a little longer but it seems your special day has left them more merciful than usual. Natasha’s lips make their way up your neck and onto your jawline until she reaches your lips and gives you the permission you’re searching for.

“Go ahead, cum for us.”

You’ve heard the words thousands of times and yet they make you fall apart like nothing else. The slow build-up finally reaches its peak with one more swirl of Natasha’s thumb against your clit and you literally fall face-first into your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, love. Always so good for us.”

Your response comes in the shape of a muffled whine as you bury your face into the redhead’s neck.

The sound makes both of your girlfriends smile and Wanda moves to sit on Natasha’s other side while they wait for you to recover. “I guess we’re not leaving the hotel any time soon.”

“Are you complaining, Maximoff?”

“Shut up.”

Their bickering makes you giggle. “Wanda’s being a brat again, Nat.”

“I know.” The green-eyed woman turns her head to press a barrage of kisses against the side of your face. “I think that means she can’t join us in the shower.”

The comment draws another complaint out of the young witch and you happily rest in your girlfriend’s arms while they start up another playful argument you’ll eventually have to get in the middle of.

You don't mind though, there's no other way you'd rather spend your birthday than with them.

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strawhatkia · 10 months

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lip gloss, lil mama.

INCLUDES ! sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hitoshi shinsou and hawks x black!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! only after you apply lip gloss, do they wanna kiss from you or, the boys actively mess up your lip gloss !

WARNINGS ! before the war arc, highschoolers are still in highschool, cursing, def self-indulgent on shinsou's part, lemme know if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ! 1.4k+

A/N ! this is an old request from my deleted account but it's a favorite of mine 🤍 original request look like this -> ”head cannons of Y/N applying a coat of lip gloss on in her room or with her friends and suddenly Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, Sero, and Mirio barging in like “My lip gloss senses are tingling” and Y/N’s like “Aht Aht! I just put this coat on, stay back!” She’s just struggling to keep these fools from kissing her and ruining her lip gloss. It don’t matter if she running, struggling, or dodging they kisses (they ruin it with kisses anyways smh)”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🕸✧ SERO HANTA !

this mofo is the most annoying lil tease ever

the minute you pull out your lip gloss, all of sudden you have his undivided attention

let’s say you were at your desk and he was on the bed on his phone, not paying you any mind

you check to see if he is watching you and luckily he isn’t so you proceed to put it on

and if I know black women as well as I think I do, considering I am one you put a good amount of that bitch; lips all shiny and shit dripping diamonds

but halfway through, you look up and this motherfucker is staring right back at you

he done sat all the way up, resting on his knees and waiting on you to finish

he has the audacity to smile when you make eye contact annoying lil shit, even to start giggle when you glare back at him

he’s the type to let you finish, put the cap on, put the lip gloss away and then swoop in and fuck it all up

i can not tell you how angry i am right now

“what? got something to say, baby?” “nigga, fuck you.”

It’s war that you never win unless you know for sure that he is unaware

newsflash: that shit never happens either

you don't even have the option of running unless you ready to be taped to the floor

all he gotta do is whip some out and boom! ya ass is grass!

as soon as you put the lip gloss down, he casually walks over, grabs your cheeks and smashes his lips straight into yours before calmly going to sit back down

lil fucker doesn’t even bother wiping it off for a while either

“thanks for sharing, my love.” fuck this nigga bro

but it’s not like you can argue as much, his kisses are so sweet and if you ever wanted a kiss, just put on some lip gloss; win-win when intentional

plus, all the shawties want this man (can't blame them) so lowkey the lip gloss smears let them bitches know he not single !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

as soon as he knows that your about to put some on- he’s there, boi can sense it through the walls and shit

he just knows and now that he does, he will stop at nothing to get to you

even if you successfully get far away to put it on and have it on for a couple of minutes, the second you are in his line of sight it’s over

running away is like an unfair game of tag, that bitch cheats

his quirk makes it so easy to get to you and the lil gremlin is so fucking fast (although class 1-a praises your ability to get as far as you did)

“sunshine~ !” “aht, go play with tamaki or some shit! i just put this on!” “no can do, sunshine!”

once he’s got you in a pretty tight hold, he grabs your face and messily kisses you and wipes the extra lip gloss off

He then nuzzles into your neck and places kisses there, asking for forgiveness

“Aww come on, sunshine! You know I can’t resist and plus you can just put more on later!” mirio, lemme go before i slap up upside the head. i can't stand you.” “that’s why you’re sitting in my lap!” “LET ME GO-”

he’s a big ole ball of happiness and just laughs at your frustration, knowing that you can’t stay mad forever (brat knows you love him too much)

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

he comes out of no where and he knows what you doing, shawty

and when he does, one by one, little feathers start filtering into the room, circling around you

little by little, you start to see the feathers around the vanity you're sitting at

one look in the mirror and you see him standing by the doorway with that sly as smirk ouu i could smack him

“…keigo tamaki.” “yes, dove?” “ you betta get yo feathers outta here, boy” “aw but i think they like you~”

cornball ass nigga

ofc he doesn't move from his position and neither do his feathers- and don't bother trying to drag it out either, he's been a hero for too long to not know the waiting game

once you’re finished, the feathers stop circling around and just stop in the air, waiting for yo ass to move.

you can try to look for a way out but you not succeeding, them feathers are acting like a barrier, moving when you move and the one controlling them is cheesing like an idiot

“keigo, baby, come on. i just put this on.” “yeah well, you can just put more on later- i'll even buy you more.” “...bird brain.” “i love you too~”

fortunately, he’s much more neater than the others but that just means he’s taking everything with him when he moves away

and ofc you can't move until all the feathers back off, one wrong move and they will swarm you honey (im telling you the one controlling them don't know how to fucking act)

when the feathers are gone, is when you finally get some hits in

“GOD DAMN IT, KEIGO! THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME TODAY, NIGGA!!” “aww come on, dove! it’s fun to tease you like this!”

he’s laughing so loudly and having such a good time that you pipe down and admit defeat for the fourth time that day (he's beautiful when he's happy so just let it go stink)

— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

THIS NIGGA BRO

HE DOESNT EVEN LET YOU PUT IT ON PROPERLY BEFORE HE SWOOPS IN MESSES IT UP

it’s absolutely futile to run from him, he’ll get way too excited and start chasing you down like some animal

“whatcha got there, huh?” “AHT! go on somewhere, bakugo! go mind yo business!”

he just loves fucking with you and making you angry, it's his favorite past time

it's just you two running all through the dorms, jumping over tables and couches, ducking between people, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing chaos and giving iida a heart attack

once Bakugo has caught you because he will and throws you over his shoulder like a bag of fucking potatoes wit his rude ass, he treks all the back to his dorm and proceeds to literally smash his lips into yours

after he's done with his short tyranny, he just play-fights you as you try to hit him, smiling like he won the lottery

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!” “STOP YELLING, DUMBASS!! IT’S NOT THE END OF WORLD AND PLUS YOU GOT MORE!!” “THAT IS NOT THE POINT, NIGGA!!”

after a while he kinda forces cuddles upon you until you not angry anymore and it's hard to be when he starts rubbing ya back and sides, pulling you into his chest

do not get it twisted. he does it on purpose b/c he knows that it's real soothing- damn near his tactic every time he does this doesn't stop it from feeling good tho

eventually and as planned, it ends in y'all taking a nap after running around the dorm god knows how many times

“bakugo, i’m still upset witchu nigga.” “no you’re not, now go to sleep”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

ouuuu new contender !

he is the most excited you have ever seen him

the moment you even pull out the lil clear tube of gloss, he's right behind you waiting with a small smile

anyone looking from afar would think it's just a bf looking at his gf reapplying her lip gloss vv lovingly...little do they know

that man is waiting behind you with a damn vengeance and best believe you not even getting far this is time i remind you who his teacher is: AIZAWA !!

"toshi?" "...yes, pretty?" "i swear if you mess up my gloss, we gon have some problems." "what are you talking about? i would never do such a thing." liar.

the moment your compact mirror closes shut is the exact same moment he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close

and he does the whole works: arm around your waist, that hand rubbing your lower back, one hand holding your face as his thumb rubs against the top of your cheekbone while gently getting you to look up at him you guys im being very self indulgent with this

he's just so soft and so so so cute when his lil smirk that when he does kiss you, he doesn't take all of it off, just a lil bit !

he chuckles when he backs away, using his thumb to wipe away any that might have smeared

AND THEN PROCEEDS TO WALK AWAY

"...i hope aizawa whoop yo ass during training today." "ouch, that hurts pretty. it's too bad i'd do it again as long as i get to kiss you." fuck this nigga bro

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fandoms--fluff · 4 months

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Hiii! Can you make one where y/n is the youngest Salvatore sibling and she had a crush on Katherine and Katherine felt the same aswell, so the Salvatore's locked them up in one room and they were so awkward until Katherine felt brave enough to just kiss her

Ty and I hope you have a great day! :)

First Kiss

Salvatore sister reader x Katherine Pierce

Warnings: swearing?

A/n: Hope you like it <3

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Damon pulls the key out of the lock, successfully trapping you and Katherine in the cellar. He turns to Stefan, passing him the key. "That was easier than I thought it would be" Damon smirks, staring at the both of you lying on the ground, passed out.

"Well, that's what happens when you inject them with almost enough vervain to put our little sister and her crush in a coma," Stefan says.

"Yes, but by the end of this, they'll stop making googly eyes at each other and finally get together, ending the torment they're making us go through" Damon explains to him with a small smile on his face as he and Stefan walk up the stairs.

You groan, blinking your eyes open. "Ughh, what the hell happened?" You look up to Katherine who woke you up. She woke up herself a few moments beforehand.

"Your brothers I'm guessing" Katherine helps you stand up. "Of course, why didn't I think of that" You groan and walk towards the iron door.

"DAMON, STEFAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLANNING?! LET US OUT OF HERE" You scream up at them, knowing they can hear you.

"No can do, little sis" Damon yells back down the stairs.

You then realize that you're stuck in here with Katherine. Aka, your big-time crush. A crush that you've never told anyone about.

Okay, you need to find a way out of here quickly before you do something stupid and everything falls apart for having any chance of embarrassing yourself in front of Katherine. You think to yourself as you start pacing across the small dungeon room.

Katherine watches as you pace back and forth. She's sitting on the small rusted bed taking in your form without your knowledge. Now, if she could've chosen to be with you in 1864, she would have, but there's only so much she could do to not get attention on herself for Klaus to find her. So she's had to wait over a hundred years to be back with you.

And even through all this, keeping an eye on you over the years, she still doesn't know how you feel about her. Even with her best efforts, she hasn't found out. But that also might have been wiped out by her own obsession with you.

The silence was getting to both of you and you both knew it, but neither of you was doing anything.

Why wait anymore? Fuck it. Katherine thinks to herself.

She stands up and walks over to you, stopping you from pacing. You look at her with confusion as she places her hands on your waist.

"I've been waiting too long to do this" She whispers. "What are you talking ab-" She cuts you off with a kiss.

You kiss her back immediately. Shock and excitement running through your entire body.

As soon as you guys break the kiss, a voice calls from outside the cellar door.

"I told you it'd work" Damon smirks to Stefan who's standing right beside him.

"Seriously?!" You cross your arms, mad that your idiot brothers ruined the moment.

"Open the damn door," Katherine tells them, also pissed about how now they dared to ruin this.

"Okay, okay, but no funny business" Damon raised his eyebrows in amusement while unlocking and opening the door. "Get your mind out of the gutter, dude" You roll your eyes and punch him.

Katherine follows, smirking as Damon wipes the blood from his nose. "Don't say a word" Damon glares to a smiling Stefan.

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misaverawrites · 7 months

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In the Heat of Your Electric Touch

((johnny silverhand x reader))

summary: you're the manager of SAMURAI, johnny talks to you about changing his image after some reflection since Alt died, you decide that he can do what’s best for him… and you might be it.

tags: no arasaka tower bombing, johnny is a good person, johnny has a body, rockerboy johnny silverhand, samurai stays together, fluff, alt’s death (mentioned), cursing, fluff, forehead kisses, NO PHANTOM LIBERTY SPOILERS

a/n: uhhhh, your honor, i am a 20 year old silly goose with a love for this man.

You stare out over the crowd from backstage, with wide smiles, music amplified by their singing as the bass vibrates through your teeth. You run a hand through your hair, just for a second, pushing away a rogue strand. You take a look at your phone, then back at the stage, where you find Johnny, looking at you with a wide and almost uncharacteristic grin, only to flash it back at the crowd, brandishing horns on his hand, the loud cheers from the crowd egging him on, bringing a small, but not, unwelcome smile to your face. Johnny loved what he did, no one could deny that, even if it seemed he only did it to further his own agenda at times. You knew better though, you and Johnny had spent too much time together on this tour for you to think too far against him.

“Alright, and we want to dedicate this encore to every single one of you!” You hear Kerry say from the stage, the wild roar from the crowd amplifying itself, you tend to watch the crowd more than anything during these shows, it was therapeutic, these people were the lifeblood of bands similar to SAMURAI , and you intended to keep them happy. As SAMURAI closes out their set, as well as Henry’s tab, some of the people start their slow, exhausted post-concert shuffle back out onto the streets of Night City, bags of SAMURAI merchandise in hand, you begin your clean-up, helping stage-hands move everything back onto the van.

“Hey, take a load off, they’ve got it.” You hear Johnny, and you shake your head. “Shouldn’t you be getting under the skirt of some barely-legal SAMURAI fangirl?” You joke and he rolls his eyes, “Fuck off,” he justifies himself, playfully all the same, until his tone gets a bit more serious in nature, “Besides, thinkin’ that’s not all too much my scene anymore.” You laugh, almost dropping the set piece in your hands. “Alright, I’m gonna hear you out, but it sounds like you just started talkin’ like one of those Maelstrom goons after they’ve had one too many implantations, what do you mean ?”

Johnny scoffs and takes the set piece from you, setting it down as he sits you down on the stage, the lingering fans vie successfully for Kerry’s attention, less so successfully for Johnny’s, his attention is all on you.

“I’m just… Fuckin’ sick of it, since Alt, since fuckin’ Arasaka, I don’t wanna ramble in those streets to a God who ain’t listenin’. Y’know?” You sigh and he puts his hand on top of yours, “I just want somethin’... Someone , even who makes me not want to shove an iron in my fuckin’ mouth.” You look at him, just for a second, as if he’s grown two heads, until you realize, from the way he’s looking at you, for once in his life, he’s serious . Your eyes widen a bit, does he mean you ? “It’s not your scene,” You say simply, it’s almost matter-of-fact in delivery.

“What if I wanted it to be?” He asks, that genuine tone of voice still there, he’s still Johnny, he knows what he wants, and he’s pushing for it. Not too hard, lest he drive you away, which is a change all in itself. “I’m the band’s manager, Johnny.” He rolls his eyes a bit, “You’ve been around Corpos a bit too long, babe,” You can’t help but love the way it sounds coming off his tongue, when it’s aimed towards you and not at another girl, “You know the fans don’t care, hell, they live for this stupid drama.” You can’t deny that. Your miles-long social media inbox, brimming with fans begging for any bit of gossip, said that all on its own. You smile a bit, “I mean, if you’re saying it could be your scene, then who am I to fight that, Johnny?” He grins, it’s a big, goofy grin unlike you’d ever seen before from him, “Shit, if you’re willing to allow it, then I guess I’d better not fuck it up.” You and him pause for a moment, not realizing how close the two of you are to one another, bodies pressed tightly against one another, you feel his eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment, until you, for once decide, fuck it . You pull Johnny in and kiss him, he’s warm, warmer than you’d expected whenever you thought about this, his hands meet your elbows awkwardly, he doesn’t know what to do here, and neither do you, really. His lips are chapped against yours and he tastes of cigarettes and tequila, a dangerously addictive combination that makes you want him more and more. You feel his hand suddenly brush against your hair and support the underside of your mouth, giving him more access to your mouth as he deepens the kiss, and everything else is simply null and void, besides him and you.

Until you hear the familiar sound of Kerry, clearing his throat, “Hey, both of you!” He calls, actually subtle for him, as the two of you pull away awkwardly, as though the two of you are teenagers, trying to act cool after being caught getting hot and heavy in a dark movie theater. “We’ve gotta go, bar wants us out, but you two can keep going on the tour bus, cool?” Your skin flushes and you avoid direct eye contact with Kerry, as Johnny chuckles awkwardly, despite himself, trying to keep any sense of his usually un-poised yet still collected poise. You nod, turning to look back at Johnny, who does the same to you, as you both share a small laugh with one another, you playfully push him without any real force, as he wraps his ‘ganic arm around you, kissing your forehead softly as the two of you get onto the tour bus together.

#johnny silverhand x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2020 #cyberpunk red #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #fanfiction #fanfic #writers of tumblr #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 writer

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Hi Flower! I hope you had a great new years! Wish you nothing but the best this year! I wanted to ask real quick if you took requests. Like

With a minotaur? Like I don’t see a lot of them on tumblr - or I can’t find them - but like it can me sfw or nsfw, whatever you want. I low key think that Minotaurs are so cute. Doesn’t have to be like super extravagant or anything, like something a little cutesy fluffy. I don’t know does that make sense? But like only if you want to 😂❤️

ANYWAYS I love your work and I hope you have a great day!

Thank you! I do take requests and I've actually been working on a couple of minotaur stories but I wasn't quite happy with any of them until I decided on this one. It's a little different with a reader with yandere qualities as well. I hope you have a wonderful new year with many delights <3

'Minotaur demigod (Solomon) x water nymph reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: nsfw monster smut, some violence and minor character death, yandere vibes

You watched the golden bull warily as he lapped water from your spring. Next to him he’d arranged some fruits he’d found and nudged them to you.

“T-thanks,” you murmured, accepting the fruit, taking a bite and picking at it with your small claws.

Normally, you only ate the fish you caught in the nearby river, but fruit was a nice treat. As a water nymph you ate your meat raw as your ancestors had done for thousands of years.

Trapped in your spring, your territory ranged a few miles in any direction on the mountain where you lived, as far as you could walk in a day. When you were small, your mother had removed your still beating heart from your chest and nestled it at the base of this spring.

Now your magic made the water sweet and endless. The forest thrived around you and creatures big and small came to drink, but your heart bound you to the spot. You could never leave. When you died another nymph would plant her daughter and the process would start all over again.

This golden bull had been coming for a few days, bringing you fruit and sleeping next to your spring. You’d thought he’d take advantage of the water and then move on, but he seemed to be settling in, spending hours lounging in the sun next to you and bringing you gifts.

“You seem to be getting quite comfortable,” you commented as he grazed on the grass around your spring. He paused for a moment and winked at you before resuming his grazing.

Suddenly he was on high alert, his ears perked and his head lowered to charge.

You followed his eyes through the woods until you too saw a handful of elf rogues tromping through the underbrush.

“A spring! Finally!” one of them sighed.

Two of them were hauling a large chest, while the others carried packs with supplies. They looked like a rough bunch, some without teeth, one missing an eye and all of them in need of a bath.

“Well look what we have here!” their leader said, spitting and examining you, “a pretty spring nymph all alone out here.”

He crouched down close to the water, apparently not noticing the massive bull pacing in the shadows.

“Come here little girl,” he said, crooking his finger at you, “we just wanna have a bit of fun. If you're good we won't hurt you.”

You drifted to the center of your pond on the lilypad on which you were sitting and the foolish rogue followed you in thinking the water was shallow and he could overpower you. It was up to a point, but nymphs didn’t live successfully in the wild for thousands of years because you were helpless.

Focusing your magic you willed the water to tug his feet from under him, leaving him sputtering even in the shallows. Every time he tried to get up you sent a new wave to hold him down as his friends watched in horror. If you kept this up you would slowly drown him.

An arrow flew past you, nicking your shoulder and bringing your game to an end. An angry snort echoed through the clearing, distracting you from the trickle of blood making its way down your arm.

The bull barreled through the archer, impaling him on his horns and when you looked, he wasn’t exactly a bull anymore, but more human…a minotaur!

The other two elves, who weren’t being drowned or gored, turned to try to help their friend, pulling out swords, but you weren’t going to let the minotaur be taken unaware from behind.

You willed a large wave of water over the two poor elves, dragging them, choking into the frigid depths at the center of your spring. You held the three of them under until they stopped moving, letting their bodies drift to a dark corner where the eels would pick them apart.

They weren’t the only bones of hapless travelers who had thought to molest you that had collected at the base of your pool.

You squirted a more gentle stream of water at the minotaur, rinsing him of the blood dripping down his neck as he dragged the body over to your pool. Sweeping it up, you maneuvered it with the others to be eaten.

He laughed and shook his head, like a dog whisking the water away. He had fluffy blondish hair that fell in his eyes and long horns you quite liked. His nose was pierced with a gold ring as were his nipples. Around his waist was wrapped a cotton wrap secured with a gold belt that did nothing to hide his bulge.

“You do not need my protection, fair water nymph,” he chuckled, rifling through the odd weeds at the edge of the pond, “yet, I still wish to assist you.”

When he found a leaf he was happy with he chewed it up and spit it into his hand.

“Come here,” he said, crooking his fingers at you.

You drifted on your lilypad over to him, curious. You jumped as he leaned down to touch your arm, but his calloused, warm fingers on your damp skin was actually quite comforting.

“It’s okay,” he purred, “it’s just for the cut.”

He patted the leaf mush onto the wound on your arm and you realized it had stopped hurting, instead the sensation replaced by a cool tingle.

“You’ve been here for days,” you commented, “what is your name and why have you not spoken to me?”

He blushed.

“Solomon,” he said, “and as for why I did not reveal myself to you, I saw what you did with the last males who disturbed you and did not wish to end up at the bottom of your spring.”

You returned his blush with your own. It was true you did have a habit of drowning males who frightened you or got on your nerves or overstayed their welcome. You were all alone in the forest, there was no one to help you. It was best to be cautious and drown first, ask questions later.

“You are no normal minotaur,” you pointed out, “you have two forms.”

He smiled at you.

“I’m a demigod, the son of a minotaur and the goddess of spring.”

Around you flowers bloomed in the underbrush filling the air with a heady fragrance.

“Then I could never have harmed you,” you added.

He chuckled.

“I did not wish to be drowned endlessly while you figured that out,” he laughed, “I can still feel pain and fear. I’m strong but your water can easily overpower me.”

You preened at his compliments and smiled.

“Why are you hanging around here?” you probed, “don’t you have someplace better to be? We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s not a village for fifty miles.”

He grinned and peered at you from under his fluffy hair.

“I was hoping that would be obvious, water lily,” he said, plucking a flower that had bloomed beside the pond and handing it to you.

Your water churned around you, your spring flashing pink and purple as your heart fluttered with happiness, clutching the blossom to your chest. Without thinking your water scooped up the demigod and enveloped him in a bubble to draw him closer to your heart.

He was frightened at first, as you followed him down, swimming alongside the bubble. He soon realized you weren’t going to hurt him and relaxed, sitting down and putting his arms behind his head and his feet up.

“It’s pretty down here,” he said looking up at the sun filtering through the green pads of the lotuses floating on the surface. Colorful fish swam by and your happy heart made the water glow pleasing colors.

“Is that your heart?” he asked, examining the small sapphire crystal tucked in a clamshell near the bubble.

“Yes, I think it wanted you nearby,” you admitted, “I’m not sure I have complete control over it. I hope you don’t want me to let you go, I’m not confident that I can.”

He looked at you and reached through the bubble pulling you into his lap.

“I don’t mind as long as you plan on making an honest minotaur out of me, little water lily,” he chuckled, “promise not to break my heart.”

You blinked at him and turned pink.

“I-I p-promise,” you stuttered quietly, overwhelmed by his scent. He had a pleasant musk mixed with the smell of grass. Leaning down he brushed his lips against yours, nuzzling you with his broad nose. You twisted around until you were straddling his lap, pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking at him gently. He’d been an attractive bull, but he was much more handsome as a minotaur with rippling abs, that hard chest, and soulful brown eyes brushed by golden hair.

He kissed you softly, sure of what he wanted. He moaned and held you close to him, winding his thick fingers through your damp hair. Brushing your lips with his tongue he coaxed your mouth open, tasting you. Underneath you, you felt his cock hardening and to your embarrassment automatically ground your hips against it.

He didn’t seem at all put out by your needy display, pushing your hair off of your bare breast so he could knead it with his big hand. Kissing you deeper, he thrust up to show you what he had to offer. As a nymph you never wore clothes, so there was nothing between you and him but the cotton wrap around his waist. That gave you a very good idea of what he was working with as it pressed into your pussy.

His hot hands traveled over your breasts and your ass, getting to know your body.

“You are so lovely, my lily,” he cooed, dragging his kisses down your neck, “you smell like sweet water and lotus blossoms.”

His tongue found your pebbled nipples and he licked and nibbled them until you were whimpering in his arms, lustily rubbing yourself against him. Pushing you onto your back on the oddly squishy floor of the bubble, he dropped his kisses lower, sucking your clit past his lips.

You moaned his name as he licked and kissed your little nub, gasping when he split your pussy with two thick fingers.

“Solomon please!” you whined, trying to fuck yourself on his hand.

He held you steady with the other one.

“It’s like honey when you say my name,” he moaned into your pussy, so you screamed it as you came on his fingers.

That made him feral, ripping the wrap off of his waist and looming over you, his huge cock bobbing against his stomach. He had gold barbell piercings down the shaft making your eyes widen curiously. He didn’t have to ask as you tipped your hips up and spread your legs for him, spearing you with it as he kissed you passionately.

You cried into his mouth as he stretched you, tears slipping down your cheeks. You felt the piercings rubbing your G-spot making the invasion that much more intense as they pressed into it. He didn’t rush, pushing into you slowly, but firmly until he bottomed out inside you with a grunt.

He pushed your legs back behind your ears, enjoying the view of his cock splitting your tiny cunt. You loved the way he snorted and huffed as he held himself back from losing it on you, but you wanted his passion, begging for more. You could hardly move as he bent you in half, rocking his heavy body in and out of you. Memorizing his face, tense with concentration, you whined as his calloused finger circled your clit.

“Your pussy is heaven,” he groaned, the pace increasing as he slowly lost control of himself.

His hands moved from your clit to gripping one thigh and one ankle so hard he would probably leave bruises as he slammed into you, holding your ankles over your head a pounding down into you. The soft membrane of the bubble cushioned your back as he railed you.

“Mine,” he growled.

His voice was no longer gentle but gruff and animal. He grunted and growled as he took you, ruining you for any other male and you came to the sound of his feral noises. The water around you flashed colors as you orgasmed, squeezing his cock inside of you.

He roared, filling you with his load, mixing with your fluids and squirting out of your pussy. After a moment of panting next to your head and flattening you back out, he pulled you into his chest as the little spoon.

“I never asked you your name, water lily,” he murmured into your hair as you curled up safe and sound at the bottom of your spring with your new mate bent around you.

“(Y/N),” you whispered and you thought you heard him repeat it as you drifted to sleep.

#minotaur #monster smut #monster x reader #water nymph #x reader #yandere x reader #minotaur x reader #yandere smut #exophelia

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Operation Apollo | 0.6 | Jake Seresin x Reader AU

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Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Her long term detail is about to retire and needs replacing, only — she isn’t the easiest to work with. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warnings: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst + eventual smut

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You’re under his skin and in his head.

Jake has been doing his best to keep this information to himself, but you see right through him.

It’s hard not to notice the way he distances himself from you for the rest of the week, allowing Allen to take the lead. Despite your best efforts, Jake manages to avoid you pretty successfully.

Allowing your conversations with him to be intercepted by assistants and media coordinators, making sure he’s never the one to walk you to your room at the end of the night — busying himself in every way that he can.

His efforts have made quite an impression too.

Your father has spent the week admiring how much of a hard worker Jake is — you know that if this plays out, Jake’ll be on the new president’s team next year.

But, on the flight back home, he doesn’t have anything to busy himself with, or anywhere to hide.

Jake isn’t at all surprised when you drop down into the seat in front of him. You smile and nudge his ankle with your foot, then pull your laptop from your bag and open it up.

He presses his tongue to his cheek and watches as your full attention remains on the screen.

“You aren’t gonna say anything?” He asks.

You glance up at him and smile. You’re taunting him and he knows it.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you, seems like you don’t want to talk.” You give a small shrug, pull your headphones out and set them over your ears. “I’m just going to watch a movie.”

Jake sits back in his chair.

The game continues. Him pretending that he isn’t ignoring you, you pretending not to notice. He busies himself with itineraries and schedules, making a mental note to call ahead to all of your appointments this week so that he can personally vet each establishment.

Every now and again, Jake catches you looking at him over the lid of the laptop. A soft smirk on your lips, knowing that you’re taunting him, loving every moment of the chase.

Jake glances up at you when you’re somewhere over Oklahoma, and he’s frozen in time, even when he’s traveling at 500 knots. His gaze lingers on that mischievous smirk on your lips for too long. It’s all too familiar.

It’s like you can tell. Like you see right through him, and you know exactly what he’s thinking. The next thing out of your mouth is just as taunting as all of those little glances, it’s just teasing, “Have you ever been in love, Jake?”

Jake’s heart stops in his chest. You catch it. You’ve heard from multiple people that you’ve got a future in the CIA with your sharp eye. It’s a split-second movement where Jake’s brows scrunch, just slightly.

He blinks and shakes his head at you, “No.”

You stare at him. He looks back down at the paperwork in front of him, just so that he doesn’t have to meet your gaze.

As far as Jake’s concerned, it’s the truth. He has never told someone that he loves them. That knowledge has made the past couple of years a lot easier. It’s easier to sleep at night when he tells himself that he didn’t love her, she didn’t love him. They were just friends.

It wasn’t his fault.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” You tease, already knowing full well that he’s lying. You kick your feet up, resting them between his legs on the chair. Jake glances down at your shoes, then back up at you, unimpressed. “Would take a pretty special lady to put up with your grumpiness.”

“Actually, before I took this job, I was a lot like you.” Jake tells you. It’s true. He’s been noticing it more and more these past few days. You’re so sure of yourself, and not because everyone around you says that you should be - just because you know that you’re strong and capable all by yourself.

Just like he was. He wishes he could knock some sense into you before you make his mistakes, but he doesn’t get paid to do that.

You scoff, “I’ll believe that when I see it, Mr. Sunshine.”

“Maybe I’d smile more if you made my job a little easier.” Jake answers back, parting his legs a little further. You shift in your seat, the toe of your shoe taps his thigh.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” You smirk playfully, putting your headphones back over your ears and pressing play on the movie. Jake glances down at your feet between his legs and shakes his head.

Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Jake was hoping that you would be tired after the trip. It was a full-on week, you’ve barely had time to rest at all. Allen knows better than to hope for such things.

This happens after every visit back home. Allen’s hypothesis is that there’s such a pressure on you to be perfect at home, not only for your father, but for all of America and the image they’ve created of you in their heads - that when you’re left to your own devices again, you go wild.

Every time. Like clockwork.

The moment your feet are on the tarmac, you’re trying to talk them into letting you go to a party in the hills. It’s walking distance from your place if you take a shortcut. Invitation only and your friend Blake has hired security, there really aren’t any risks.

“What if we just go for a couple of hours?”

Manny sighs, “Ask Jake.”

Jake shoots him a look as he pulls open the rear left side door of the SUV waiting for you, he’s not being the bad guy right now. “Ask Allen.”

Allen, standing by the passenger side door, stops and turns to look at you. Jake watches as you look up at him, pleading eyes and softened features. He rolls his eyes, there’s no way that cute little face would get him to fold and there’s no way it’s going to work on a man with over thirty years in the service.

“I’ll think about it.” Allen says gently.

Jake’s lips part slightly as you break into a grin. You step forwards and hug him tightly, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes and kissing his cheek, “See, I knew there was a reason you were my favorite!” You say playfully.

Jake shakes his head and tugs the car door open. You detach from Allen and step under Jake’s arm, sliding into the backseat beside Manny. Allen shrugs his shoulders and steps into the passenger side. Jake rolls his eyes, walking around to the driver’s side.

This is exactly why Jake thought the decision to move your threat level down was a stupid decision. They give you an inch, you take a mile, you wind up dead.

“That’s a bad call and you know it.” Jake mutters under his breath. You’re in the middle of a discussion with Manny, he knows you aren’t listening to him. Allen turns his head and stares at Jake.

“It’s still my call.” Allen says firmly.

Jake’s itching to argue back. To turn his head and tell Allen that he’s an idiot, that he’s wrapped around your finger and that his shitty effort at keeping you safe is the entire reason Jake’s here.

Still, that isn’t a conversation for Jake to have here.

He waits for his moment. Once you’re all back at the house. You’re upstairs, Manny’s checking the surveillance over the past few days and calling the security team to make sure there were no issues.

Jake corners Allen in the kitchen. He tries to do it as politely as he can, just mentions that this party is a bad idea.

“I said I’d think about it! - Need I remind you that I kept her safe for seven years before you showed up?” Allen bites at Jake.

Jake squares his shoulders, “Need I remind you that someone got into this house on your watch?” He snaps. They aren’t supposed to talk about it. You aren’t allowed to know about it. But you aren’t here and this party is a bad idea.

“Is that your best attempt at keeping her safe, old timer?” Jake hisses. He’s pushing his luck and he knows it. Allen’s a legend in this business and a personal friend of the president, he could get Jake in a lot of trouble if he wanted to.

Allen remains silent.

“Because for me: if someone got into her room and left that note on her pillow, I’d be keeping a closer eye on her than you are.” Jake says calmly. Allen steps forwards into Jake’s personal space and points a finger into Jake’s toned chest.

Jake lifts his chin defiantly.

“I get it, you think you know it all. But you don’t know shit about this girl, and if you speak to me like that again, you little shit, I’ll-“

Jake hears you first. Allen’s hearing isn’t what it used to be. Jake’s head whips around at the sound of shoes on the hardwood floor. You round the corner into the kitchen, headphones on and oblivious.

You stop in place.

You look between the two of them. Both stand upright quickly and Allen drops his hands back down to his sides.

You take one side of the headphones off of your ear, then squint at the two of them. “…Everything okay?”

“Fine. Arguing about our teams.” Allen shrugs, crossing around to the other side of the counter. He squeezes your shoulder as he passes you, heading for the stairs.

You watch him go, then look back at Jake, brows furrowed.

“You okay?” You ask him tenderly. You can’t pretend you didn’t see the way Allen was poking him, the angry look on his face. Jake shakes his head and turns away from you.

“Peachy.” He mutters angrily.

You take the hint and turn back around, heading for your room. Manny spends the afternoon walking on eggshells around them. Allen makes no effort to hide the fact that Jake has pissed him off.

His care for you being called into question isn’t something he takes lightly. Allen has three daughters, all older than you are. They were your age once. Granted, he isn’t half as important as your father is, but Allen understands the need to keep his girls safe more than Jake ever will.

Holding them so tight that they can’t breathe isn’t what’s best for anyone.

Jake’s more under the radar with his anger.

He stands silently by the back door, texting his mother back. His nephew started walking this week. Jake didn’t used to get homesick like this, but since he became an uncle, he finds himself missing it more.

It takes his mind off of how much the rhythmic tapping of Allen’s knife against the cutting board pisses him off.

Jake doesn’t even notice you walking into the kitchen until you’re already talking. You aren’t addressing him, anyway. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t bother to turn his head to look at you.

“Hey, I was thinking about that party later. Maybe-“

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Allen interrupts you. Jake lifts his head, turning to watch the way Allen won’t meet your gaze. You frown slightly and look over at Jake, knowing he had something to do with this.

“Wait, I was just going to say that I thought about it, and I have a plan. It’s going to be safe, I’ll be so careful, I swear.”

Jake almost scoffs. He remembers having similar conversations with his mother when he was a teenager. He has half a mind to turn around and tell you to grow up already.

If Jake was dumb enough to say that out loud, Manny is sitting at the counter ready to remind him that you didn’t get the opportunity to be a regular teenager. You’ve never made your own mistakes.

“No, not tonight, kiddo.” Allen says softly.

Jake slips his phone into his pocket and turns to watch the exchange. You frown, your heart sinking in your chest.

“Can’t you at least hear me ou-“

“Damn it, I said no!”

Jake’s brows raise slightly. He looks quickly between you and Allen, seeing that you’re just as shocked as he is.

“I know you’re not stupid, everyone keeps on telling me, so how about you use your head for once?”

Your lips part slightly. Even Jake knows that that was a little bit of an overreaction. Allen’s face doesn’t soften, he glares at you across the room. Manny winces.

They both know that coming from Allen, that stings. That man knows you better than your own father does. He’s been there for you more than your father has. It’s a hard truth to swallow, but deep down, you probably have learned to love him more than you love your father.

And he hasn’t yelled at you since you were a kid.

You swallow and turn, walking away from the three of them. Your door slams upstairs.

Allen turns his full attention towards Jake, still seething.

“Happy?” He mutters angrily.

“Of course I’m not happy, no one told you to make her cry!” Jake defends himself. Manny pinches the bridge if his nose. Allen presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek. He knows that it was harsh too.

But he also knows that Jake needed to see him be firm.

“Well, if she’s upstairs crying her eyes out, at least she’s where you can keep an eye on her, huh?” Allen bites back. He slams the knife down on the cutting board and leaves the kitchen without another word. His door is the next to slam. Manny winces at the sound.

Jake turns on his heel, leaving Manny alone in the kitchen. He walks up to the office and plants himself in the chair. He knows you well enough by now to know that you’re probably going to try to sneak out anyway.

He stews over the argument with Allen for about an hour. It’s ridiculous. The guy has medal after medal for his service, and he can’t even keep one girl in check.

Jake remembers reading the briefing and his blood running cold. The same chill fills him every time he thinks about it.

Allen and Manny were home. You were home. Someone managed to not only get onto the property, but to get into your room - without anyone noticing. There are two possible ways into your room, to make it up and onto the balcony, or to walk through the front door.

They had both been out by the pool with you all morning. That balcony overlooks the pool. Jake maintains that there’s absolutely no way someone could’ve made it up there, into your room, and back out without being spotted. Even with a team as incompetent as yours.

And then the note.

It’s lucky Allen was the one to find it. Well, that’s the general opinion. Jake’s opinion is that if you had found the note, maybe things would be better off. Sure, it would have been awful to find - but at least you wouldn’t be fighting him so much.

His blood boils. Green threat level. Bullshit.

His phone buzzes with a motion alert.

Jake’s brows furrow. He sits forwards in his seat and looks between his phone and the camera feed. Camera two went off, that’s the front gate. His eyes widen slightly.

You pass in front of the lens.

He sits upright, clicking on the three feeds that cover the exits to your room. One in the hallway outside of your door, two covering the balcony. Nothing at all. No movement out there for the past couple of hours, besides you heading into your room an hour ago.

There’s a blind spot. He installed those cameras three weeks ago, and there has been a blind spot the entire time. His mind races - how the fuck did you figure out where it was?

He doesn’t have time to think about that. He shoves up from the table and takes off. Manny looks up frowning as the front door slams behind Jake. He shakes his head and goes back to filling out his log.

Jake didn’t bother asking which way the short cut was. He stands outside of the front gate and looks left, then right, then curses. He pulls up the feed and rewinds - you went left three minutes ago.

Jake saw the stupid heels you went out in, he knows he can catch up to you. It’s just that there’s a part of his brain feeding him the worst scenario possible. He isn’t going to be late this time.

He catches sight of you in his peripheral, his head whipping around, his body following, taking a sharp left towards a dirt path between some hedges.

You yelp as he grabs a hold of you and spins you to face him, almost twisting your ankle, saved by his hands taking you with such force that there really isn’t much need for your feet to be on the ground at all. You steady yourself, eyes blown wide for a moment.

“Don’t.” You interrupt him before he can yell at you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? - This isn’t a game! Do you understand that?” Jake’s voice carries further out here in the open, you wince at the volume of it and shrink away from him.

“I’m not going back. I’d rather die than spend another year of my life locked inside.” You say quietly.

“Well you’re going the right way about it!” Jake snaps back.

You sigh, then swallow the lump in your throat. You refuse to cry this make up off.

“Please.”

“No! - No, I am not putting your life and my career on the line so that you can party.” Jake stands firm, his hands digging into your biceps. You stare back at him, equally sure about your decision.

You shake your head. “This isn’t just about a party.”

“I’m not doing this with you right now, bat your eyelashes all you want. Home, now.” Jake doesn’t even have his phone. His gun, his earpiece, it’s all back at the house. It’s just you and him.

“Jake. These people treat me like an animal in a zoo,” You tell him softly, lifting your chin. He frowns, not following. “It’s been that way for a long time, and I refuse to live my entire life being an exhibit. I’m going to this party. Either come or don’t - but I am not going back to that house.”

Jake opens his mouth to argue with you.

He remembers the headlines about you. You were in the papers pretty consistently for your father’s first term. He hears less about you these days. There’s a whole media team working on keeping bad press out of the headlines. They haven’t had much of a chance to protect your image.

He wonders how many parties you’ve ever even been invited to.

He wouldn’t have invited you when he was their age. No one in their right mind would. All of the security, the paparazzi, the damage it would do to their future if they were branded the ones that were a bad influence on America’s sweetheart.

“Now get your hands off of me,” You say calmly, looking down at his fingers pressing into your arms, Jake instinctively loosens his grip and drops his arms back down to his sides. “I’m going to live my life now.”

He falters for a moment, giving you time to turn and continue along the path.

Jake looks back in the direction he just came, then looks towards the direction you’re headed. “Fuck.”

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I don't know if you take requests but I thought of something which could be like a funny/fluffy fic

What are your thoughts on Taehyun x S/o who's in med school or medical training where he approachs them shirtless in an attempt to flirt but they don't get the hint and take a pen and start marking anatomy on him in an attempt to study... And taehyun is just standing there like mission failed 🤡🧍

HAHAHA! the way this made me giggle and i just thought it was absolutely adorable and funny! i tried to make sense of the situation a tiny bit but... well, here it is!

[🐿] mission failed successfully (?)

✿ pairing: taehyun x reader / non.idol!au / college!au / fluff, crack 🌸🤡 / established relationship / reader is a medical student, taehyun's major is unspecified but he plays soccer / reader is obliviously cute / word count: 560 words ✿ flirting isn't your best forte but... you're cute, that's all taehyun thinks about. [masterlist 🌸]

when taehyun suggested that you watch him at soccer practice, he hadn't exactly predicted that you bring your studying materials. now, was it nearing finals? yes. did you still dedicate time to see him? also yes. so to taehyun, it was a win-win solution that–quite honestly–made his heart melt at the way you were so quick to agree that you wanted to see him practice but also prompted him that you were going to study, too.

a couple of hours fly by with occasional cheers and sounds of excitement that erupt. occupying the front-row bench with your textbook and notes out, scattered pens and paper, you look up whenever you feel like it just to smile at your boyfriend who's just as enthusiastic to see you here with him.

an idea sparks in taehyun's mind when he has to change into another shirt after drenching his current one. he mindlessly goes to remove it considering the rest of the guys were doing the same but he decides to approach you with a smirk on his face. he's able to succumb to the success that he surprised you with him being shirtless with his toned muscles on display; strands of hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

he smiles at you sweetly, pointing at his towel next to you, "help dry me out?"

then he momentarily forgets just who he's dealing with when you–"ah! okay!" your hands search for the towel and you stand up to taehyun's request. he pouts a little when you're so focused on towelling him dry, even spinning him around so you can wipe his back. you're not even noticing what–"tae...?"–okay, wait a minute, maybe there's something here.

"hm?" he hums, turning around with a raised brow.

"could i use your body?" you ask, tossing the towel onto the bench and his eyes widen. he'd be lying to say he wasn't completely bamboozled but then again, you did have your way of being honest. something he found quite endearing. he stammers a reply, but he manages nonetheless, "s-sure."

"okay, stay still," you gently tug him to stand by your side as you sit down, reaching for a marker and...

"what the hell is going on there?" yeonjun snorts, after taking his sip of water and now noticing one of their star players is currently hogged up by a bench, where his partner is drawing lines and marks on his body while holding up a textbook. beomgyu nearly dies of laughter watching the scenario, but doesn't say anything directly.

when taehyun glances over and meets eyes with them, all he does is shake his head and shrug, motioning for them to play the next round of games without him.

((taehyun can't even be mad when he sees how hard you're studying. knowing very well that one day, your goal is to help save people's lives and to better society for the... better, his heart warms at the thought.

"could you turn your arm a little bit?" you mutter under your breath, focusing on drawing the line along his arm. he nods and does as he's told, only to get surprised with a small kiss you plant on his wrist before you continued drawing on him. while it's not what he had intended with his attempt at flirtation, the way you're unapologetically yourself, already wins his heart over.))

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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wip tease number 7 i think

Keith hates it when Shiro is right. It’s the worst thing in the world. Second only to coming home after a really long day, looking forward to the leftovers you know you have waiting for you in the fridge, only to discover that some asshole ate them and now you have to go to jail for murdering them.

Ugh.

It really does double suck, because working as a ‘lube technician’ — unfortunately the hilarity of that title wore of quick when Keith discovered that it was, in fact, there so the company could justify paying their workers less than what was standard for mechanics — is kind of the worst, and Shiro is too smug about it to feel the appropriate amount of pity for Keith. It means he spends a lot of time in his lonely, boring apartment after work instead of bothering Shiro and Adam (like he is wont to do) because he’s too proud to admit that yeah, maybe he should have done something else with his certification.

“Kogane! Get your ass over to hoist three, there’s a customer waiting!”

Huffing, Keith drags himself to his feet, preparing himself for yet another person who does not understand that no, oil changes cannot be done with the cooking oil you pick up from the store, yes motor oil is expensive, Keith does understand that, and no, he has no control over the prices and if they could just stop throwing a temper tantrum that would be great.

Keith finally makes it over to hoist three, where a beat-to-hell blue Toyota is parked. A lanky guy sits criss-cross-applesauce on the hood. He wiggles his fingers in a little wave.

“You must be Keith? I’m Lance. My car is fucked up.”

Keith can’t help the amused quirk of his lips. “I would imagine it is, yes. Any ideas what’s wrong with it?”

Lance shakes his head. “Nope. Only that it makes this meeeeerfp noise if I start it without saying several decades of the rosary. Abuela says it’s because God is punishing me for making dumbass decisions, but somehow I think it might just be car troubles.”

The stupid joke startles a genuine laugh out of him, which make’s the customer — Lance — grin, brown eyes sparkling.

“If you make that noise for me again, I’ll check it out,” Keith teases.

Lance winks. “If I make it twice, can I watch?”

“Three times and I’ll think about it.”

Lance makes the noise three times without even a second of hesitation, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head slightly.

“That work for you, Greñudo?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if you’d make a fool of yourself at my command.”

That makes the slightest flush dust Lance’s cheeks. The sight of it makes something flutter in Keith’s belly.

Gods above. Is he flirting? Like, genuinely? And successfully? He’s never done that before. That’s insanity.

“Alright, round to Keith,” Lance concedes. He hops off the car and digs around in his pockets for the keys, handing them to Keith, looking a little apologetic. “And as much as I really would like to watch you do — anything, I gotta get to work. Can I swing by in a few hours to get a diagnostic?”

“Sure thing,” Keith says, schooling his face back into a mask of professionalism. He’s got a job to do, after all, and Lance is just a cute customer. Keith’ll fix whatever needs fixing, and then he’ll never see Lance again.

Shame, though.

“Thanks! See ya.” He does that dorky little wave again as he leaves, humming as he makes his way out of the garage and down the parking lot.

Keith isn’t going to lie — he watches him go.

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thewildomega · 11 months

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Finder’s Keepers Ch. 11

Snapping his eyes open as soon as he heard the soft whimpering of the pup he sat up and looked beside him to see his female forcing herself to sit up, her eyes still closed as she went to lift up the now crying baby beside her. Noticing how shaky her hands were he frowned and quickly jumped into action. Lifting the boy up into his own hand before she could take him he watched as her exhausted looking eyes opened enough to look up at him in no doubt confusion.

"eed..."

Her voice sounded so strained. Standing he reached over to gently push his female back down on the bed. "I got him darlin'. You go back to sleep." Judging by the dull light coming in through the window he guessed it was nearing dawn so he assumed the boy was hungry again.

Confused by his deep voice telling you to sleep you furrowed your brows together and tried forcing them to stay open. Thinking, let alone moving seemed like such a task but you knew you had to get up. "I...I gotta get up h..he's hungry."

Adding a bit more pressure to keep her down he tugged the covers back over her, "No you are going to sleep." Feeling her weakly try to push his hand away he rolled her over to her stomach and began stroking her back with his fingertips while his other hand bounced gently to keep the pup from crying out and keeping her awake. "Sleep omega." he spoke in a commanding purr. Between his command and his fingers rubbing up and down her back she could not fight him and he watched as she quickly obeyed and drifted back off. Continuing to stroke her back and head until her breathing evened out he sighed. Hearing the child's small whimpers start up again he moved his hand from her. "Yeah, yeah I'm getting it." he told the tiny person. Quietly leaving the room he made his way up to the kitchen and began looking around for the stuff to feed the little brat, not seeing anything he growled and was beginning to grow frustrated when he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. Turning he saw Kureha standing there with a small glass bottle in her hand.

Holding out the bottle for him she sat the small wooden box on the table that was filled with baby supplies. Reaching inside she lifted the small can of formula to show him. "Two scoops than fill the bottle with warm water. Shake it until it's mixed well. He'll most likely be ready for a feeding every four hours. Make sure you burp him afterwards or he's not going to be happy. That's the only bottle we have so keep it clean and don't break it."

Watching her leave without another word he let out a breath and looked to the tiny bottle that he had to hold in his fingers and then down to the squirming boy. Moving bottle to his lips he saw him quickly latch on and quiet down. "Slow down will ya, it ain't goin' no where." Moving to sit at the table he finished feeding the boy as he looked in the crate, noticing the cans of formula, clothes and... diapers. Opening his mouth he glanced down to the baby as he realized what he would have to do once the boy was fed. Dropping his shoulders and closing his mouth he let out a long sigh, it was going to be a long day.

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Trying to do his work while taking care of Rock's spawn, one that wasn't his mate, was a new experience and not one he honestly cared for. It would be one thing if the pup was his but he wasn't and he couldn't help but feel sour taking care of the child while the boy's actual father was still on the island doing Gods knew what. Still he managed and once it was around three in the afternoon he went in search of the woman who had successfully and literally slapped sense into him the night prior. Finding her in the kitchen he licked his lips as she glanced up from her book. "I need a favor."

"Oh?"

"I need you to keep the brat so I can give Y/n a bath and make sure she eats."

"Can you not do both?" She questioned with a raise of her brow.

Off setting his jaw he bit his tongue. He knew what she was doing, what she was making very clear, that caring for a child was not easy. Certainly not for someone who had so little knowledge in childcare as his female did. While no he had not raised any children himself he had witnessed people doing it and he had helped keep an eye out on the rest of the kids on his home island so he knew the basics at least. Taking a deep breath he looked to Shakky and swallowed his pride. "I fucked up, I know I did. Now I'm only trying to make it right."

Humming the woman couldn't help but grin before she shut her book and stood. Walking over towards the large male she held her arms out for the babe. Looking down on his sleeping face as he was placed in her arms she grinned. "What's his name?"

"Don't think he has one." he shrugged and heard her only hum in response. Taking the bottle from his back pocket that he had already measured out two scoops of formula in he handed it to the female as well as a few diapers. "Little shit just ate so he should be fine for a while."

"I'll set a plate of food to the side for the both of you."

Nodding he dipped his head in thanks before making his way down to his room. Opening the door he looked over to see his mate still sleeping, her small form curled up with his pillow hugged to her, her nose buried in it. Grinning he quietly stepped over and leaned over the bed some so he could look down at her, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "Time to wake up for a bit lass." Hearing a small grunt he sighed and slowly pulled the covers down her body. "Come on sweetheart, let's get ya cleaned up and fed then ya can go back to sleep alright."

Blinking your eyes open you looked to see Edward's face above you, he was back. Blinking a few more times you dropped your eyes to the bed, searching around you for your little brother. "Where's the baby?' you asked, your voice still laced with sleep.

"Shakky's got him for a bit. He'll be fine now come on." Scooping her up he held her in one arm while he grabbed their bath bag and one of his shirts. Feeling her lay her head on his shoulder as he carried her up to the bath house. Locking the door behind him he set their things on the bench so he could undress her. Removing her shirt and then pants he furrowed his brows at the sight of her slightly skinnier self. While no she hadn't lost a tone of weight he coudl tell she had lost some and he was reminded of Shakky's words. He had been a fool to assume she had eaten during the day when she was in the kitchen tending to her baby brother. Lowering her into the shallow water he watched as her shoulder's curled up and her eyes that still looked so very drained focused on the water. Seeing her reach for the rag with her slightly trembling hand he quickly moved to take it into his own hand.

Furrowing your brows you raised your eyes to his "You don't hav..."

"Yes sweetheart I do." Rubbing the bar of soap on it until he had made a thick lather he gently brushed her hair to the side but when he did he knit his brows at what he saw there. "What happened? Where did you get this from?" he questioned as he looked over the bruise along her right shoulder blade that made it's way up to her shoulder. It wasn't too bad but still he didn't like his omega being injured especially if it was caused by someone.

"Fell going up the stairs." Looking to the window you saw it looked to see the sun high in the sky and knit your brows. Feeling him begin washing your back you couldn't help from letting out a sigh at the warmth that soothed your aching body. "What time is it?"

" 'round four..."

Stiffening you moved to stand in the water. "Four?! In the afternoon?! I have to go feed the baby. He needs to be changed."

Grabbing hold of her to keep her in the bath he moved her to the deeper end when she wouldn't stop trying to get out, holding her enough to keep her head above water. "Whoa easy lass, calm down now. It's alright the pups just fine, I've taken care of it and 'e's with Shakky now so he's fine."

Holding onto his hand and wrist as he held you in the water that was over your head you blinked and then furrowed your brows. "Y..you've kept him?"

"Yes. I kno..."

"I'm sorry he woke you." you quickly spoke. Licking your lips you shook your head and felt your eyes fill with tears. "I must not have heard him. I didn't mean to sleep in this late I... I promise it won't happen again."

"That's not..."

"I know I'm not good at it right now bbbut I...I'll learn, I'll do better, I will..."

"Y/n..."

"I'll be a good mother, I will. I don't mean to be a bad omega, I swear I don't. Ppplease, please don't get r...rid of me." You cried, tears now flowing down your cheeks like rivers, not even able to look at him in fear you would see loathing on his face. You didn't know what you would do it he decided he no longer wanted you, that he no longer loved you. "I'm sorry." you sobbed out, your voice cracking and your heart clenching at the very thought of your alpha no longer wanting you.

Hearing her fear filled words made the blade of guilt stab though him like a hot knife through butter. He had done this, he had allowed the crew's hurtful words to infiltrate his omega's head. And not once had he assured her that none of it had been true. Taking a deep breath he moved her back to the shallow end and pulled his hand away from her, watching as her hands attempted to hold onto him for as long as possible before she wrapped them around herself, her head dropping low as she cried. Feeling the aching in his chest from his mate's sadness he quickly removed his pants, belt and boots before stepping into the tub with her. Tugging her to his chest he felt her stiff feeling and so he dipped his head to kiss the top of her head while he rubbed her back and body with his hand. "Ain't a damn thing you have to be sorry about omega. It's me that needs to be sorry and I am lass. I'm sorry for being so selfish. I'm sorry for not assuring you that you are an amazing, selfless, caring woman who I have no doubt will one day make the best mother there has ever been." Being able to feel as the small female on his chest relaxed against him he sighed and cupped some water to drip over her body. "I know this has been hard for you lass, I know it's all new to you, that you've never had the chance to witness and learn most things that people normally do."

Turning your face more into his hard chest as something close to shame and embarrassment ate at you, you lifted your eyes some when you saw him tilt his head down and to the side some so he could look at you. Seeing him grinning softly, his eyes holding not anger or resentment but understanding and warmth you felt a little better.

"You're a quick learner sweetheart and you've been doing damn good job of taking care of that pup on your own." Taking her chin between the tips of his fingers he lifted her face so she was looking into his eyes. "You won't do it all on your own any longer lass, that I promise you. I know I've been distant this past week, that I've been..." Tilting his head some to think of a proper word he was quickly given one.

"A Jackass." you offered and saw him wince but dip his head in agreement.

"A jackass, a selfish jackass at that but I promise to help you out from here on." he told her before looking into the two electric blue eyes and melting. "Truth is sweetheart I wasn't, still ain't fond of seein' my omega have to care for any pup that ain't mine. Always thought the first time I saw ya hold a baby it would be ours."

Feeling a blush heat your cheeks you smiled softly and looked up to his face. "One day."

Smiling he stroked her cheek with the tip of his thumb, "One day." he assured her. "I love you lass and don't you ever let anyone make you think that I would want you anywhere but by my side." Feeling her grow to her larger size he adjusted his arm to hold her as she dipped her head to press her lips against his.

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After making sure you were as clean as clean could get Ed had carried you back to your room before leaving only to grab you a plate of food. Feeling your mouth water you heard him say that he expected you to eat it all. Promising to at least try you looked up after placing a mouthful of food in your mouth to see him holding a large piece of cloth and a hammer as he glanced around at the ceiling. "Whatcha doin?"

"Lookin' for a place to hang this so it's out of the way but still safe for the little runt." he told her around the nails pinched between his lips. Looking at one specific spot at the end of the bed he figured that would work fine, close enough for her to grab him in the middle of the night.

"Hang what?" you asked around another bite of food.

"You'll see." he assured her before beginning to hang the thing.

Eating as he worked you watched as he finished hanging the cloth like thing before giving it a tug and humming. As he moved out of the way you got to see it was in fact a hammock.

"There that should work, now the little terror can sleep in his own space and you can sleep back where you're supposed to."

He meant on his chest of course and you could only grin as you shoveled another bite of food into your mouth. As you filled your belly you became more and more sleepy. Although you had slept nearly all day you had missed nearly a whole week of it. Of course the hot bath and warm meal wasn't making it any easier for you and it seemed your alpha was quick to pick up on it. "I can't eat anymore."

"Once more bite." he told her lifting the fork and lifting it to her mouth. When she only pushed on his hand and shook her head he sighed and relented. Finishing off her food himself he stood and promised her he would be right back.

Giving a large yawn you looked towards the door with sleep filled eyes as it opened. Seeing Ed holding both a wooden box in one hand and the sleeping baby int he other you grinned. Watching as he set the box down by the foot of the bed before gently and slowly laying the baby boy in the hammock, swaying it a bit when he started to whimper you couldn't help the warming in your heart.

When he was sure the little boy was sleeping he sighed and moved over to the bed, removing his boots and pants. Laying down on the bed he was quick to snuff the candle and lift his omega up, placing her down on his chest. Feeling as she laid down and cuddled up on him he sighed. "Now this is better." he spoke in a quieter voice and heard her giggle softly. Placing a kiss to the top of her head he smiled and moved to stroke her back. "Go on and sleep some more lass, I'll get up with him tonight."

Closing your eyes you heard the sound of his thumping heart and felt at ease. "I love you alpha."

Smiling he closed his eyes. "And I love you omega."

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"That's a horrible name." you spoke as you looked across the desk to your father.

Huffing out he raised his eyes to that of his daughter, seeing his son in her arms, tugging at her hair. "It's a good strong name, better than Y/n." he mocked.

Narrowing your eyes you shook your head and pulled your feet up to cross under you in the chair. "What is it with you and 'X' names?"

"Perhaps I only wish for my pups to have something else in common with their dear father." he smirked. "Other than the hair that is." Seeing her roll her eyes he tilted his head and grinned. "Come to think of it I've decided I'm going to rename you, Rocks D. Y/n just sounds so.... plain. From now on your name will be Xana."

"No." you quickly said with a shake of your head.

"Why not, a good mixer between my name and your mother's."

Tensing at the mention of your mother you took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "My name is Y/n." you told him before standing and making your way towards the door.

"Xandros and Xana D. ROCKS!!" he yelled as she opened the door.

"NO!" you yelled back slamming the door behind you.

"STOP SLAMMING MY DAMN DOOR... XANA!!"

"NOT MY NAME!!" seeing the crew that was on deck looking towards you, you quickly took notice of the two yellow eyes looking to you, silently bidding you over to him. Taking a deep breath you walked over to him, quickly being lifted up with one of his hands making you tighten your hold on the pup in your arms.

Sitting her on his lap he wrapped the arm he wasn't using to fish with around her back to support her. "What was that about?"

"I wanted to see if he..." nodding down to the little boy in your arms that was busy starring towards the sea. "had a name. Turns out Rocks didn't ask and so he decided his name should just be Xandros. Oh and he doesn't like my name so he said he's changing that too, said my name is now Xana."

Feeling his lip lift up into one of disgust he shook his head slightly. "Your name is your name, he can't change it."

"I know I'm just going to ignore anyone that uses anything but Y/n." you said with a firm nod.

Humming he thought of something and smirked. "You gonna ignore me when I don't use your name as well then, Darlin', Little one, Lass, Sweetheart, Omega." he smiled, dipping his head to bury his nose into her neck and smiling when she giggled.

"I guess I can give out one free pass." you smiled, turning your face to kiss his temple. Closing your eyes as you breathed in his scent and listened to his soft purr you quickly broke out of the serene moment. "ow. ow. ow." you winced, bending your head as the little boy yanked on your hair with all of his might.

Sighing he straightened up and looked down as she tried to get the tiny hand to release her hair as he squealed in amusement.

"Y/n."

Hearing someone call you you both looked over to see Kureha standing in the doorway of the sick bay. Taking a deep breath you looked up to Ed and smiled. "I gotta go. I get to learn about sutures today." you told him excitedly.

"As long as you don't practice on me." Sitting her down on her feet he went to kiss the top of her head but leaned back some when she grew enough to give him a proper kiss. Quickly feeling a spark of arousal he purred when she pressed her lips more into his. Gripping her hip as his desire grew he heard the baby let out another squeal, effectively ruining the moment. "Go on then." he told her and saw those electric blue eyes look into his before she moved to walk away but not before he could land a smack to her backside. Smirking as she looked back at him with a slight blush about her cheeks he lifted his sake to his lips. He'd have to see about Shakky keeping the brat tonight.

.............................................

Humming you worked the needle through the fabric like Kureha had showed you, keeping your stitch lengths as evenly spaced as possible.

"There is a difference between sewing fabric and stitching a wound closed but this will at least give you some practice with a needle."

So now here you sat on you and Ed's bed, alone for once since Shakky had offered to keep your baby brother tonight. Weaving the needle back through the fabric you made sure to not let your thread tangle. Hearing the door open and close before the click of the lock sounded you didn't have to look up from your work to know who it was, only one person permitted to be in here.

Kicking off his boots and tossing his bandana to the table he glanced to the bed to see his omega sitting with her back against the wall, her knees pulled up and her hands busy working on something. Quickly noticing she was wearing his shirt as it allowed him to see the smooth skin of her thigh he licked his lips and moved onto the bed with her. Laying on his stomach with his face close to her he propped his head up on one fist, the other moving to stroke the length of her leg, starting at her ankle. "Whatcha doin' there my little lass?" he questioned, scanning his eyes over her body until it landed on the grey blue fabric in her hands, the small blanket Rocks had the babe wrapped in.

"Mmm practicing my stitching." you told him to which he only hummed and continued running his warm calloused fingers over your bare legs. Finishing the first outline of letters you stuck the needle into the fabric so it wouldn't hang loosely before turning it towards him. "What do you think? Is it legible?"

Forcing his eyes away from her thigh and to the blanket as she turned it towards him he saw she had stitched a word or rather name into the fabric, the red string sewn into loops and lines to form the name. "Who picked that name?"

"I did. I sure as hell ain't calling him Xandros." you huffed.

Chuckling he gave a nod. "Sounds good darlin'."

"Thanks, I'm going to go over it a few times, make it thicker and easier to see..."

"Mmm later." he quickly said, taking the thing from her and laying it on the table out of the way. "You already have things to do tonight."

Being tugged down to lay on the bed when he grabbed your lower leg and pulled you down you let out a small chirp. Moving your hands up when he pulled your or rather his shirt above you head, tossing it to the side as well.

Having her bare finally he dipped his head to lick a path up from her knee to her sweet treasure. Nudging her legs open with his nose he flicked his tongue out to lap at the entire area between her thighs. With her still being in her normal size he could cover her entire womanhood and part of her inner thighs with one lick of his tongue. Being able to taste her arousal as he dragged his tongue over her slit, flicking the tip at the end he heard her suck in a breath and growled as his cock hardened. Moving one of his hands up to her chest he ran his fingers over her breasts feeling her nipples harden. Pinching her tit he heard her gasp out and smirked before pulling his hand back between her legs and running the tip of his finger over her slit, her slick coating the digit. Lapping up her cunt he hummed at the taste he loved so much. Needing more and not wanting to hurt her he groaned out the command for her to grow and felt her instantly obey him.

As soon as you were in your larger size he buried his face between your thighs and began feasting on you. Arching your back as pleasure overtook you he was quick to cover your mouth with his hand. When mating became a normal thing for the both of you to do you had at first worried that you had been doing something wrong and tried to keep from making any noise. As they forced their way from your mouth and he muffled them with his hand or mouth you had felt embarrassed, assuming he thought your noises were annoying. Once the both of you had caught your breath after finding release you had stared at the wall and quietly apologized, promising to try and stay quiet in the future.

"Ya don't know how much I crave to hear yer sweet moans. One day I will have ya screamin' my name so loud the heavens will hear it but not until we are off this ship, not till I know those fucks won't hear ya, that they won't use yer cries fer their own pleasure." he spoke, his voice turning into a low growl before kissing the crown of your head.

Feeling him tease you before slowly pushing his finger into you, you couldn't help but bite down on his hand. It had been over a week since the both of you had enjoyed the feel of each other's body and it showed as just one pump of his finger sent a quake of bliss shooting up your spine. Your alpha seemed to not mind you biting him however as he began simultaneously pleasuring you with his mouth as he thrusted his thick finger in and out of you.

Grinning as he felt her sink her teeth into his hand all the while small muffled moans flowed out around them he watched her body arch as he curled his finger just right, hitting that sweet spot inside of her. Getting into a rhythm he soon felt her walls clenching around his finger and expertly sucked her clit which sent her over, his hand just barely muffling her cries of pleasure. Without giving her time to come down completely he crawled up her body, kicking his pants off and suckling at her pert nipple for a moment.

Only slightly aware of his fingers leaving you, a feeling of emptiness making you whine you had to suck in a shaky breath as your still pulsing core was filled to it's limit and probably a little more by your alpha's monster of a cock. The feeling of his warmth enveloping you making you feel safe and secure.

He went slow, he always did, worried he would hurt her, his little omega. Squeezing his eyes shut he grit his teeth and growled in the pleasure that he only ever experienced when they both were one. Holding himself up with one forearm above her head he used his free hand to grab her thigh, lifting her leg up onto his hip so he could sink deeper into her. Groaning out a moan of his own into her neck as he bottomed out he felt her fingers grip his back, tugging his hair some. Taking a moment to regain control of the alpha who only wanted to fuck her until she forgot her own name and couldn't walk for the next few days he took a deep breath of her scent. Once he had the reins he brushed her hair out of the way with his nose so he could suck and lick at her neck.

Closing your eyes when he began thrusting and giving attention to your neck, no doubt marking you in the process you soon got lost in it all. Rocking with him you breathed in his scent as you focused on the feel of his warm skin on yours, the feel of his cock making you feel so good. Kissing him back when his mouth trailed kisses up your neck and jaw to your lips you sucked at his thick tongue when he rolled it into your mouth.

Lacing their fingers together he held her hand down by her head as the other held her breast, pinching her nipple between his knuckles. She just felt so damn good and he wanted this to never end. Kissing her with all the love he had for her he rolled his hips at angle that he knew made her see stars. Swallowing her moans he couldn't help but let out sounds of his own pleasure as he felt his climax nearing. Rubbing his hand down her side and hip to hold her ass in his hand deepened his thrusts. As soon as her walls tightened around his dick he was gone. Kissing her like it was their last he groaned in time with her moans, filling her with his seed.

Holding onto him like you would soon float away if he wasn't there you saw sparks behind your lids that was only prolonged by the pooling warmth filling your womb. As your high started to turn into exhaustion you hummed against his lips that were now peppering yours softly. Slowly opening your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours you saw his warm yellow eyes staring back down into yours, a look of contentment in them.

"I love you." you both spoke in unison.

Giggling lightly you saw him smile and leaned up to kiss him once more which he was all too happy to return.

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unhappy-last-resort · 2 months

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Wanshi's Report Log

Warning: yandere themes

A/N: another drabble, trying to work out how I want these fuckwads to be written

I got assigned to a scout mission in City 006 to investigate an old research lab. Everything went according to the plan Captain planned out, though he put some emphasis on finishing this quickly... Guess Captain's busy. Hopefully that means I can catch up on my sleep.

Anyway, Me and Camu went on either side of parameters of the lab while Captain and Kamui started investigating inside. Nothing too unusual, other than catching a glimpse of someone scurrying out into the city...they looked pretty similar to that ascendant Roland, the one with the newer frame.

I told Capt about it and he told us to continue investigating the outer areas and keep an eye out for anything else before meeting up in the center of the lab.

We continued investigating and didn't find anything of note, other than some dusty puppets and a makeshift stage in an abandoned apartment. One of the puppets looked like Roland, and the others looked like Alpha, Luna, Lamia and... Uh, I forgot the last one.

I told Captain about the puppets when we met up, though he was acting a little weird. He was smiling to himself and had his hand on his in-ear piece...he's been doing that a lot lately, Kamui even made a joke that Captain must have a partner, but then Capt scolded him about staying focused. Even though it was a joke, he seemed unusually upset about it...

Sorry, this doesn't belong in a mission report. Anyway, we searched through the rest of the lab with only an occasional corrupted impeding our path. We successfully found all of the mission targets and are currently en-route to Babylonia.

A soft click of my terminal announces the end of my report log. All things considered, this was relatively easy, especially for something that called the entire Strike Hawk squad. A displeased sigh left my lips as I stared idly at the ceiling of the transport craft. I could've been sleeping in the Gray Raven lounge instead of doing this.

I steal a glance at my teammates. Kamui is playing a game he somehow got on his terminal, Camu is sitting farthest from us seemingly thinking about something, and Captain... He's doing it again. Chrome's sitting across from me and staring at something in his private terminal while listening to something on his in-ear piece, whatever he's watching...it's certainly making him happy in a way I've never seen before.

I look at him for a moment longer in apprehension. In the recent past, I wouldn't hesitate to ask him what's going on... but now, there's something drifting between us. Between all of us that no one seems willing to talk about.

I have my suspicions of course. Like how Kamui and Camu seem excessively clingy to the Commandant, excessively so, and how Chrome always seems to be watching the Commandant like a hawk whenever they're in his vision.

I'm in no place to judge though. I can't say with confidence my weekly visits to their room are entirely pure in nature anymore, I'm also finding it harder to be without them. I look down at my hands for a moment and close my eyes, it's not my fault their room is so much more comfortable than anywhere else and how their scent is so relaxing.

I sigh again and cast a glance over my three teammates again, carefully observing their facial expressions and body language. If it wasn't for them keeping me grounded, I don't know where I'd be. Probably killed by some self-righteous Purifying Force member by now. That's why I can't stand that this is happening. Even if the Commandant finally gives themselves to me tomorrow, if I can't live with Strike Hawk by my side, then what's the point? I'd be dead if it wasn't for them, no way am I letting something come between us.

Maybe I'm too greedy, but I can't help it. I want what's mine to stay mine. I can't let go of either of them.

I inhale deeply as a multitude of ideas and potential outcomes race through my M.I.N.D.. "How troublesome." I mutter to myself close my eyes and ready myself for a nap. I'll need the energy for what I have to do later.

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strawberryicemoon · 21 days

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Why I can't watch the Ducktales Finale

I'm not the kind of person who struggles to watch the last episode of something. I love to finish a show, and let it sit in my brain. I'm the kind of person who often enjoys spoilers because it adds to my understanding of the media. I love to view the media in their entirety just as much as I love a journey to get there.

But I can't get past the first few minutes of Ducktales 2017, The Last Adventure. And it's because of spoilers that I couldn't deal with. I don't like them, and even years later after I've had time to digest, and have seen so many finale clips, that I still can't just sit down and watch it. And I've made attempts. I've looked through the summary of the episode to prepare. But I can't.

And there's... a couple of things that rub me the wrong way about the Finale that keep me from being able to just watch it.

1. Webby is Scrooge's Clone Daughter

2. Webby is April, of April May and June

3. Donald and Daisy are going on vacation.

Now, I don't actually hate any of these... conceptually. And I'm well aware that Frank Angones has stated the Webby twist was planned from very early on. And usually I am completely down for whatever a finale is, as long as I can tell that this was something the creator really believed in.

I'm a fan of such "controversial" endings as, Amphibia and Digimon Adventure 02, because I know exactly why they ended like that. It's written in the themes. Even if it took me time to understand Adventure's ending, I've grown to understand it and love it once I learned more about the original Japanese version and the shows production (and also grew up myself). Amphibia ended exactly as I expected based on one of the very earliest things I heard about the show from Matt Braly: "an ode to past friendships". Even if I think there are things they messed up I GET IT. I wouldn't want them ending any other way.

So I understand WHY the decision is made. Conceptually it does make sense. Webby exists as a composite character of April May and June, and I believe shares the same name as April in one language. Webby being Scrooge's clone daughter is an effective way of full-circling her relationship with him. Strangers in each other's home to father and daughter. She's family not BECAUSE of Blood, but because of Love. She still loves her Granny, it's just the non blood relationship wasn't the one she thought it was. And Donald deserves a vacation, and to have the more down to earth life experiences he wanted, especially after raising his sisters kids alone for 10 years.

But they still twist me up inside.

And I think it comes down to three reasons: 1. Lack of Continuity between episodes 2. An over-focusing on Scrooge 3. Handling of Word of God

1. Lack of Continuity between episodes Part of what got me to fall in love with Ducktales was S1 and the continuity of the Spear of Selene subplot. We got hints at a semi-regular pace, but it successfully overhung the entire series. It was what separated Scrooge and Donald. It was why Della was gone. The subject matter was of course not something that needed to be overstated, as most of it was being kept hush hush. Sure it was a mystery, but not an urgent one. Dewey had never had his mom, so it wasn't like he couldn't focus on anything else for a while

But in S2 I started noticing that the show stopped explaining or foreshadowing things. Maybe it always did, I haven't re watched it properly. But I definitely noticed something off about the storytelling then. But it was definitely a problem throughout the show.

Webby never brought up Lena after her sacrifice until the relevant episode.

Lena living with the Sabrewings was something never brought up until episodes later we saw her with them.

We had Della talking about the boys with their "Uncles" setting up the pain of not knowing how things fell apart after her departure, only to get no payoff.

We didn't get ANYTHING about Webby's parentage until the final episode, and barely a hint in 1 season 3 episode.

Almost every finale episode changes the status quo in some way. The question is how much. Lots of final episodes kind of have things going back to the way they were before plot kicked off but better (like with new friends or a new government). Sometimes someone dies.

Webby being Scrooge's clone is paradigm shifting. And that kind of thing needs to be set up. You CANNOT catch your audience off guard with something like that.

In Digimon Adventure 02 the series ends with everyone on earth with a digimon partner which is controversial but at least built up throughout the series at hints of other digidestined until an arc near the end showcased many international digidestined. Hilda ends with the reveal that Hilda's mother is half-fairy, and despite not being present throughout the first two seasons, it was hinted at through the third season, and contextualized some of the few things we did know before about Johanna's childhood. The Hollow's first season ends with you finding out it was all a game, but it had been hinted at before with the video game nature of the world. Sure Avatar didn't hint at Aang getting the power to take away bending, but we knew he was a pacifist who didn't want to kill so was looking for a solution, getting the power to remove bending (ie power over others) works thematically, in the same way Anne using the power of the stones and getting brought back to life by a god like being worked. Sure, Scratch turning out to be a wraith at the end of The Ghost and Molly McGee was rather sudden, but people had been theorizing that Todd was Scratch's body for a long time, so it wasn't like there weren't any hints, and while the show was cut short and had to rush to end, the build up of Scratch's memories at least gave some sort of foreshadowing link to what was going on.

There's a reason people rarely throw in new characters at the very end of a show. It can absolutely work. Amphibia and The Owl House threw in "God" at the end, but that gets a pass for being the kind of figure they meet once and then move on with their lives. On the other side, you can sometimes have secret big bads that were pulling the strings the whole time too. I can't speak for the finale of Ducktales (because again, can't bring myself to watch it), but adding two new characters on top of changing the entire dynamic of how the family is set up at the very end of the show does not sit well with me. We won't get to see how this change in status quo effects the characters. We saw how learning about their mom affected the boys relationship with Scrooge, her return and having to build a relationship with her and her presence conflicting with Launchpad's. But we don't get that with Scrooge and Webby? Basically too many status quo shifts in the finale all at once.

All we got was Beakley was a spy, was overprotective of Webby, and a few episodes before the end it was revealed Beakley was lying to her. Webby didn't seem to care about her parents. And this was a girl who was very dedicated to unraveling the secrets of clan mcduck. Couldn't they have had one hint at some point in the show where it was unclear if it was the boys or Webby who were recognized as a McDuck? Some offhand mention where the boys ask her about HER parents, because she helped them with her mom?

You couldn't tell what was or was not going be important in the way they dropped. It's very hard to set your expectations when you had no clue what to expect. And while there is something to be said for unexpected surprises and twists in a story, an audience really needs to know what is or is important or they're going to go on wild goose chases and get disappointed when they build up hype for something the show then refuses to address.

In HINDSIGHT, I find it extremely odd that Huey and Louie, prior to finding out about Dewey's investigations, did not pry at ALL into the fact that hey: if Donald was an adventurer with Scrooge, then he had to know their mom. Like that’s weird right?

2. An over-focusing on Scrooge Scrooge is the Center of the Universe.

I'm not a Disney Ducks fan. Aside from 2017, and pop culture osmosis, I know very little. But the thing is I am someone whose first inclination once I become a fan of something is to check out the wiki pages for information. Find about what longstanding fan mysteries there are. I understand the importance of cross continuity callbacks. I'm a fan of other longstanding series and have rubbed elbows with several others. I get really long franchises with several iterations.

Which is to say that I, despite not having a horse in this race, understand how this works and how it should work.

Now a bit of this is the fact Ducktales is ABOUT Scrooge. But Scrooge isn't the center of the Duck universe. Something I find pretty interesting is the fact that Donald has reasonably fleshed out family trees on both sides of his family. That's cool. That's how real people work, a meeting point of the stories of those who came before. But Ducktales doesn't care, the only adult the show cares about is him. I get that to a certain extent it was the show execs insisting on focusing on the kids. And again, he's kind of the main character. But you brought back Donald, and Della. There are other characters here with rich lives, he doesn't need to take over everything.

It's especially egregious ANY time the McDuck clan gets involved. Could Matilda be the youngest child now? Sure. But that's a really arbitrary change, that they don't use for anything. And even if that was purposeful, the fact is that the first thing they established is Donald's mom is still Scrooge's sister, so Donald is the grandson of Fergus and Downy McDuck. Not nephew? Surely they could recognize him? But where is Hortense and Quackmore? They brought them up in the first episode, and then they never made any appearances aside from references. Why were Donald and Della staying with Scrooge for Christmas? Never clarified. Fans (reasonably) assumed they were dead. Scrooge called Donald his ward (admittedly when he also called him Fergus and Downy’s nephew rather than grandson). I mean where else would they be when their DAUGHTER DISAPPEARED. Would they not want to meet their grandchildren? But that was never clarified. And I've seen some fans alternatively interpret them as bad parents, which I think is just really unfair. Scrooge gets to be the good parent? It's once again Scrooge to the rescue. The CAPITALIST? I mean it's also a little bit just a family issue in general: It's Uncle Gladstone and Cousin Fethry when they are theoretically the same: technically cousins but old enough to be honorary uncles. It's fair enough. But really that brings us to the Duck family in general.

Grandma Duck? What about Gladstone and Fethry's parents? Gus Goose? Are they all dead? Does Fethry have any siblings? Do the boys not know or not care about the Duck side of the family? They know Gladstone but no one else? I mean Scrooge's parents, who should be dead, were magically kept alive but nothing for the duck family. Speaking of which, they constantly bring up how old Scrooge and occasionally refer to the causes of his supernatural age, but that does not explain how young Donald and Della are compared to him. Overall, we get nothing on the Duck family except for its existence at least, so even removed from the context of Disney Ducks legacy its weird to introduce a side of the family and just gloss over it.

The one episode about the Duck family legacy is a Webby episode. Which, fine, she's not a Duck, but she's part of the family. Except wait. She's Scrooge's daughter/clone, and you gave her the focus on the one episode about the Duck family not the McDuck's? You couldn't leave Scrooge out of anything?

So for Webby's great twist in the finale, was taking not just one, but two characters NOT related to Scrooge (April and Webby), and tying them to Scrooge. I think I could deal with Webby being April, and (HUGE MAYBE) Webby being Scrooge’s clone or April being Scrooge’s clone but not both. Not to mention April, May and June are DAISY's nieces... not random three girls who are her boyfriends uncles clone and and boyfriends uncles clones clone? It doesn't sit right with me that a character who I thought was supposed to be learning that he was sometimes in the wrong, and not the center of morality (see how he made Glomgold a villain through his own ego), continue to be made the center of the universe in ways he simply shouldn't be.

He's literally an old rich guy. Like there is historical context for why this character is like this, but why does the world revolve around him in this show.

3. Word of God Word of God is useful. As are interviews and statements made by the creator. It helps to provide insight into the themes. I love seeing the person behind the art.

But here's the thing. Word of God is clarification, insight into how you should look at the work to set expectations. It's supplementary. It doesn't replace text.

This is a little bit difficult to really talk about now that I'm several years removed from the experience, so grain of salt and all, but I really think the way Word of God was handled did the show a disservice.

Back to Lena becoming a Sabrewing, we didn't get that in show. Lena just dropped off the face of the earth, not until S3’s premier we got a clarification on that in show.

We never got Della's reaction to learning that Donald and Scrooge were estranged, she just suddenly stopped speaking under that assumption.

So Word of God became an essential part of understanding the text, because a lot of necessary information was left unexplained by the canon its a huge problem. And Word of God is often fluid. It can be changed later if during the writing process something changes. (We should probably cover this topic in show and want to do it a bit differently, I have a great Idea of what we can do to turn that error into foreshadowing, I was lying to the fans to keep a secret).

But when word of god is necessary, word of god becomes essential for tempering expectations about the show.

This is probably going to be less of an issue for people who come and watch the show later. Sure, things are still unexplained, but when you can binge the show Lena's unexplained absence is less obvious, you're so busy moving on to other things that Della's change in understanding about the situation is clearly unimportant and you can move on.

But what ended up happening is that Frank Angones struggled to balance clarifications, keeping show secrets, and a sometimes changing story. Which sometimes left characters completely sure on where the story was sitting, only for it to be ripped out from under them. Also, tying back to the first point, of plot points being dropped until the episode where they where they were relevant made it VERY difficult to tell what was or wasn’t going to be relevant, and what emotional beats to get emotionally invested in.

Prior to the finale there was a bit of a community of Webby/Triplet shippers. Personally, I see that as a complete dismissal of the themes of the show and a bit heteronormative. I avoided all such content. But at the same time, shipping doesn't hurt anyone. At the end of the day, the boys and Webby were not related by blood, and hadn't even met until age 10. There wasn't... really a reason you couldn't ship them. There are TONS of shows out there with 10 year old characters and love interests. Just off the top of my head: Any Ship with Ash Ketchum, Sprigivy, Phinabella, Kenyako, Sorato. Even if they don't get together at 10, (or at all) the fact of the matter is 10 year olds getting shipped is old news. I'm still attached to Pokeshipping and Takari to this day, even if I tend to see them more as platonic relationships these days. So I avoided all shipping with them, but I understood why people (particularly younger people) were shipping them. Until the finale hit, and the ships that people thought never going to be canon, but were safe, weren't. To a certain extent, that's the game you play with shipping clearly noncanonical ships. But I feel that the way questions about shipping were answered didn't help, because iirc he tended to say the show wouldn't focus on that more than he explicitly stated the kids were family. He called Webby/Triplet shipping highly unlikely for example, giving it more legitimacy than a no, which leant to it being taken as a solid fact prior to the finale that Webby was definitely not related to the boys, because a lot of what else was said was solid fact.

4. (Bonus): of course, I do also feel it kind of isn't enough to justify breaking the found family. So much of Webby's arc was being accepted into the family. Becoming the 4th triplet. So for her to have been blood all along is a little cheap. Sure it doesn't break the becoming family despite blood before. But, having meta-knowledge of Launchpad probably finding family with Gosalyn and Drake Mallard, it's just Beakley whose left as not blood related (and she's technically the help...). And yeah, there's the Granny/Grandaughter adopted relationship. But....

Webby is one of four kids. Again, she became one of the kids. So yeah. I'm happy that she became one of the kids. Able to call him uncle scrooge. But it feels weird to me that she, the kid who already lived in the manor with Scrooge even if they kept their distance, displaced the triplets as Scrooge's natural heirs. The uncle relationships in this show being parental/grandparental was already good. Not all families look the same, some people parent their siblings' kids for one reason or another. Scrooge's presumed "heirs' ' was his sister's descendants, not his, but he loved them like his own. That's good. So to not only break the "not blood related at all" to "actually daughter", kind of ALSO meant a "my niblings are my legacy" got overtaken with "my daughter is my legacy".

And maybe I'd feel less sour about it if we had more time after the show. But on a fundamental level it didn't just alter Webby's place in the family, but her grandmother's, and the Duck Twins and Triplets. Again, especially with the triplets. I wanted the four of them to become functional equals. The 4th triplet. But for her to have a secret Scrooge connection that overtakes the one she was jealous of the triplets of having doesn't sit right to say the least.

I feel I could get over this one, especially maybe if they gave us more time. But it just didn't make it worth it to me.

5. (Bonus Bonus): Now I don't use the term Mary Sue lightly. But what I do think of canon Mary Sueism is a tendency to make female characters on predominately male casts "special" in some way to justify their presence. They have to be the level headed smart ones and the ones with . They have to be likable so they're robbed of character. I wouldn't say Webby is a particularly bad example of this, and it's not like Ducktales lacks other flawed female characters (Della my beloved).

But the way Webby is treated reminds me of April from TMNT 2012, and Allura from Voltron Legendary Defender (and kinda Larmina from Voltron Force). All are 80s characters in shows that had a predominately male cast of characters, and who were both an outsider, and defined by being a girl. And then the reboot both doubled down on making them special, integrating them into the group more, but also making them generally tougher the boys in some way, and also sometimes more in the know about things. Webby is aged up to match the boys age rather than aged down to match the boys age like April but the effect is still the same.

The girl is now a peer to the boys, 4th triplet, rather than a little sister. Webby is more capable and well-read than any of the boys. And at the start of the series she's socially awkward enough it feels like it will work. And I'm not saying Webby isn't flawed, she is. But when it comes to the things the family finds important: adventuring, she doesn't have any obvious shortcomings. Louie quits easily and isn't as coordinated, Dewey is reckless and generally uneducated, and Huey isn't flexible. And Webby... used to be socially awkward???

It’s kinda trading 1 sexist trope for another. And yeah, all shows do have OTHER female characters who kind of avert this. But it doesn’t change the fact the leading lady is more “special” than the boys. Like being a girl has to be special.

In short, at the end of the day Webby being Scrooge's daughter doesn't help her character, her grandmothers, or the rest of the family. It kinda helps Scrooge’s character, but while I haven’t seen the episode myself, I’m not sure there would be enough time for it to be meaningful. And again, I think a lot of the characterization and worldbuilding of other characters were already sacrificed for Scrooge’s sake in the show already.

Oh and the Donald/Daisy thing.

The reason Daisy/Donald's trip doesn't sit right with me is we barely got any Donald and Della having to coparent. Get used to each other again. We barely got any of them and we're heading back into separation. It doesn’t feel cathartic when we still have unanswered questions from this stage in their life. And even if the trip is well, a trip. It feels weird.

It feels kind of unexpectedly "conventional family", even if it's still really unconventional. Donald is going to go be happy with his love interest, away from the boys he raised who aren't actually his sons (and yes, I know he takes May and June with him but still, knowing that May and June are by default Daisy's nieces kind of has "new kids with new wife" implications to me but that's neither here nor there). Adding this to "Webby being Scrooge's daughter is a good plot point for him" and it's just really weird, and kind of feels like the final nail in the nontraditional family dynamics coffin. If feel only way they could have buried it more is if Beakley died or something.

I was already kinda uncomfortable with the “Daisy being the only one to understand him” thing because like. That’s sweet. His soulmate is the only one who really hears him. But also that’s a fucking speech impediment Donald has. Are you telling me that no one in his family cared enough to effectively communicate with him despite his disability? Like if it is REALLY that much a problem he should have an effective communication method. Sign-language for example?

The triplets he raised don’t always understand him. His twin sister doesn’t always understand him? But this random woman does? I am all for Daisy and Donald being basically soulmates. But uh? This feels both ableist and allonormative in a show that really wasn’t those things before. (well okay it was kinda ableist about Donald but it felt less weird to me when there wasn’t one person who could magically understand Donald). And Daisy understanding him still could be a big thing? The first person who understood him without getting to know him first/wasn’t literally raising him/raised with/raised by him?

I want to like Daisy so much, but she just feels a bit like Webby does: a legacy female character they are trying to make too cool, who gets some of their coolness incidentally defined by a male character, rather than a full-fledged character on their own. (For instance if we saw Daisy with anyone other than Donald, her overbearing boss and… whatever Storkules is).

I feel some of these may have been resolved with more time. But some of these problems had their seeds planted as early as S1. That said I think if the quality of S1 was maintained they would have been fine. Overall, I think Ducktales is a good reboot, and a good show, but it really could have been better. Was so close to being better.

#ducktales 2017 #it's been years and I'm still thinking about this #for my part #I disregard the finale #Webby has dead parents that she knows about hence never needing to learn more #I disregard the family not understanding Donald #because Daisy being the first STRANGER who understands him right away is just as sweet #idk what I’m doing about Boyd or April May June yet though #I can do what I want its not like Ducktales was wholly original or anything #probably still better than vld's finale #but I started to have critiques in s3 #and all of s8 was a dumpster fire so I was emotionally checked out by the time it actually came to that point #again I haven't seen it so maybe I'd like it more if I did see it #but the fact that knowing this has put me so intensely off watching it really isn't a good thing either #and I have never had this issue with a show before even if it's bad #to be clear though I do overall like 2017 Webby and Daisy I just wish they were allowed to be a little MORE #to fuck up a little more #I really do want to finish my abandoned ducktales fics but also staring at the finale and trying to figure out what I should do with this #ah #ducktales

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Odd socks | Neteyam’s twin pt.4

A fic is now available, if you’re interested, link to the masterlist is here

Ending option chosen:

“Go with Tsreiya and Tuk”

Remember, you chose this.

You look back at the two younger girls behind you then back at your two brothers.

“Come back alive, both of you.” You tell them.

“We will, you keep them safe okay?” Neteyam tells you. You nod before you all split and go opposite ways. You take the two girls off the boat and into the water. Though you really didn’t want to leave your brothers alone like that, you knew that if Neteyam is going with lo’ak then they will be somewhat okay. You chose to go with the girls because though the biggest threat is on the boat, the sea is still just as dangerous at the moment.

With Tuk, you didn’t want to take any chances. So you decided to put some more trust on your brothers and leave them. Though there is a part of you that keeps telling you to turn around and go back.

The three of you are swimming away from the boat when you see your sister Kiri being taken to the boat by an Avatar on an ikran.

“Kiri!” You call after her.

You watch her struggle as she gets taken back to the boat, then you see Tuk swimming back to the boat.

“Tuk, where are you going?” Tsreiya asks.

“Sullys stick together.” She says as she continues swimming.

Your eyes widen when she says that, you then start to swim back to the boat as well. Tsreiya, though not completely convinced that you guys should be going back, follows you both.

“Guys, I don’t think this is a good idea...”

Now that all three of you are on the boat you can see where Kiri is being tied up by her hands.

“Listen, you both go that way and I’ll attack from behind if someone comes.” You tell them both. They both nod and you split up and go in different directions. You hide behind a stack of metal crates, you can see an Avatar besides Kiri who you suppose was the same one who had tuk, Lo’ak and Tsreiya tied up before. You look around for anything that could be used as a weapon and you only find a metal rod.

You go to grab the metal rod but you hear someone approaching you from behind, You quickly turn around and see another avatar grinning down at you.

“Got another one right here sir.”

At the same time you hear Tsreiya and Tuk try and get Kiri but fail miserably. The female avatar who had you cornered grabbed you and had your braid under a knife. She was told to lead you away to another room.

While you were being taken away you could see Tuk being tied up too in the corner of your eye. The female avatar threw you into a room but before she could close the door you pulled her in too and grabbed her gun off of her. Though she managed to push you off of her before you got the gun completely.

You hissed at her while she called you a ‘bitch’. You pulled your knife out of its case which hung around your waist. You had to be carful here since she still had a gun on her. A bullet will take you out quicker than you can attack with a knife. You really have no other choice but to give up.

Or pretend to.

You pretend to visibly realise that you can’’t do anything against a gun so you sit down and put your knife away. You hiss at her one more time before crawling underneath a table.

You hear her scoff “Dumbass.” before turning around to leave the room. As soon as she turned around you got your knife out and jumped at her, stabbing her so she falls down. You stab your knife through her hand that tries to grab at you before you successfully take her gun. You look down at her before looking at her in disgust and shooting a bullet through her head. You felt her blood splatter onto your body but you paid no mind to it and took your knife which was stuck in her hand and putting it back into its cover. When you looked back at her dead body you let it sink in that you killed someone. Sure you have hunted animals before, but their lives had not gone to waste. Here, you killed a life with no intention of using the body for anything, you planned on letting it rot here.

However, you did not feel disgusted. No, rather you felt alive. You felt your heart beating in your chest, felt the blood flowing through your entire body and your pupil shrunk. You almost felt as if you could go on a killing spree. You shook that thought out of your head, no, no need for that. Kill only when you have to.

You try to go back to where Tuk and Kiri are but the door to that area had locked itself so you turn around and go the other way. You eventually reached an opening to what you assumed was the back of the boat. Down below you saw another avatar shooting his gun at something. You take a closer look and can see your brother Neteyam poke his head from behind a wall.

You raised your gun and shot at the avatar below. He was standing still so the aim was easy and you watched as he dropped to the ground. You jumped down from where you were and went towards your brothers.

“Neteyam, Lo’ak!” You called out to them. You soon saw that spider was with them too. You greeted him as well.

“Are you okay? You’re covered in blood.” Neteyam asks you.

“I’m fine, it’s not mine.”

Spider then points at a hole in the floor which shows the sea water below you guys. “Jump in there, we can get out from there.”

The four of you then jump into the water. As you all submerged from the water, you heard the boys cheer. Thats when Tsreiya appeared with her ilu and you remembered something very important.

“They have Tuk and Kiri.” You tell Neteyam.

You all then decided on going together to get the two back and planned a surprise attack. Though it wasn’t a well thought out plan, it would do well if you all could get your hands on a weapon.

Now here you are for the third time on the boat. This time hopefully the last time and you all can finally swim away from it forever. You all tried to avoid being spotted up the humans but there was onlt so much you could do before blue na’vi get spotted on a boat full of humans. `This means that you eventually came across a group of humans and some of them were arms with guns. You already had a gun so you shot as many as you could without getting hurt. Lo’ak had found a metal pole and used that to knock a few unconscious.

However, though all of you got out of that fight unharmed, Neteyam had gotten shot. You turn to look at him quickly when you first heard. You look at his wound as see that he, thankfully, hadn’t been show where a vital organ would be and the bullet hadn’t gone all the way through. However, that doesn’t mean he can’t die from blood loss so you took off long piece of fabric that you had originally tied around your bicep for aesthetic reasons and wrapped it around his stomach and wounded area to keep some pressure on there till you all get out of here.

“Can you walk?” You ask him.

“Yeah..” He can walk but defiantly but much slower than the rest of you. You walk besides him having an arm out incase he needs the support while the group moves on.

You all had eventually reached where Kiri and Tuk where being held. Since you all had planned a surprise attack, you all hid yourselves near where the avatar and kiri were. You remembered Lo’ak telling you how he noticed this avatar in particular’s ears going slightly flat when he heard your mother’s call when they had first attacked all the way back in the forest. You mimicked your mother’s call.

You watched as you got the same reaction that you expected from the avatar. You even saw Kiri look around, hoping to see your mother. You felt a bit bad for deceiving her but it was too save her anyway.

“You sound just like mother.” Neteyam whispers.

“Is that you Mrs Sully?” You hear the avatar.

“See, even he agrees.” Neteyam smiles. You smile back and glance at his wound to see that blood is now dripping down his side since the cloth was doing little to stop it. Your eyes widen and you get closer to inspect it. You knew that time was ticking so you got your gun out and went to shoot the the man so you all could get Kiri and get out of here.

However just as you pull the trigger, the real Mrs Sully arrived with her Mr Sully causing the man to move slightly and just miss the bullet.

You only had one bullet left and you wasted it.

You and Neteyam looked back and saw your mum holding Spider under her knife. When did she get Spider?

“I cut.” She warned the man who stood kiri under his gun. With your cover blown anyway and with such tension building up, you all got out of your hiding spots.

��Mom! Don’t!” You heard Kiri call out.

“Come on.” You tell Neteyam, helping him up and walking over to where the rest of your family members are.

You all watch as the military avatar lets go of Kiri in order to save Spider’s life. You then all began backing away from him but he began to tempt your father, telling him that he will just keep coming back again and again.

“Let’s settle this then.” You father says, going back to fight the man. You mother ushers you all away but Tuk falls into a hole and your mother follows after her. You look down the hole with wide eyes before look back at the others with wide eyes.

You want to go after them but Neteyam stops you, you now realise just how weak he has gotten. Right, you need to get him out of here before he loses any more blood.

However, to your luck you don’t notice another hole in the ground since you were too busy looking ahead and fall deeper into the boat. Neteyam is quick to jump after you but he does stop to tell Kiri and Spider to just focus on getting out of here.

Now you both are stuck in a room that is very quickly filling up with water.

“Y/N!” Neteyam calls out to you. You didn’t expect for him to follow you.

“Neteyam? Neteyam no why did you follow me!” He was just going to die with wasting his time down here. You looked around and saw a different open door.

“Over here, quick!” You tell him, you let him swim through first while you hold the open. However, in that different room ,there was a very strong that neither of you were not expecting and Neteyam got swept up in it, hitting a wall with great force. You watched in horror as he lost his consciousness.

“Neteyam!” You swim over to him and slap his cheek a few times but it’s no use, he is out cold.

You pull him onto your back and try to find a way out but you couldn’t since it was already so dark and the water was still coming in. Neteyam didn’t move at all and you began to think he may be dead. You felt tears start to build up in your eyes as you felt the water rise even more, are you going to dir here too?

But what about your parents? What would they do if their two eldest children died like this? Have they even made it out alive?

You felt your tears add to the rising water and you felt pathetic. You closed your eyes and waited till the water engulfed you both whole.

Some bright golden light hit you and you slowly opened your eyes too see millions of tiny fishes circling you. You gasped at the sight and saw them do one circle around you before swimming away through a hole in the wall. You take one final deep breath before swimming towards the hole with neteyam still on your back. You followed the little fishes and mentally thanked ewya for this gift. The little fishes take you out of the boat and don’t even waste a second to look back at it.

Though Neteyam was weighing you down you were desperate to get him above water. However, to your luck your ilu came swimming towards you. You could almost cry again because of your fortunate luck right now.

You bond with the ilu and swim up to the surface much quicker.

You take deep breaths when your head finally gets out of the water before swimming away from the boat wreckage.

You reach a rock and carry Neteyam onto it and lay him down.

“Neteyam! Come on wake up, please. You promised you’d come back alive.” You shake him before realising he isn’t going to wake up like this. You then remembered something your dad had taught you in case of emergencies like this, you checked if your brother was breathing.

He wasn’t. Fuck.

You quickly move to perform CPR, to get him breathing.

His eyes shoot open and he coughs up water before laying back down.

“Neteyam! Oh Neteyam you’re alive!”

“Y/n...” He whispers before passing out again. You check if he is still breathing which he is. You check his wound and it really isn’t looking good. You look around you to see if you can call anyone over to help.

You look off into the distance and see a group of people swimming over to you.

“Dad! Quick!” You stand up and go over to them.

“What happened?” Jake asks when he sees Neteyam laying on the rock, eyes closed and a bullet wound on his side.

“Dad, Neteyam is breathing. He is breathing but he needs help-” You couldn’t much more out as your vision blurred and your body fell limp onto the ground.

“Y/N!”

The next time you open your eyes, your in your family marui pod. You head pounds as you sit up. You groan at the pain and blink to get your eyes to adjust to the light.

Looking around, you can see Neteyam next to you. His wound looks like it has been treated properly and you let out a small sigh in relief. It seems though that you are the first one out of the two of you to wake up.

“Y/n. you’re awake!” You hear your mother’s voice and you look up at her and smile. She rushes over and pulls you into your arms

“Oh, Y/n my sweet child..”

You feel her kiss your face all over and you laugh and tell her that you’re okay.

“She’s awake?” You look over your mom’s shoulder and see your dad and all your other siblings behind him. You smile and open your arms wider to let them all in on the hug.

They all hurried into the pod to hug you and tell you how thankful they are that your alive. After, your mom and dad went to tell Tonowari and Ronal that you’re awake and they also had something to talk about with them too. So it was just you and your siblings as well as spider. You caught his eye and saw him just giving you a soft smile from a distance. You smile back at him and call him over.

Though you may not be as close to him as your younger siblings were, that doesn’t mean he isn’t close to you at all. Rather, you did count him as a younger brother too. You hugged him too while Lo’ak hugged your other side, sobbing.

You hugged and comforted the two and tuk had completely thrown herself at you while kiri laughed through her tears at the sight. She them moved to hug you from behind, putting her arms over your shoulders and leaning her chin on top of your head.

It was the next day when Neteyam woke up. You were told to rest another day before being allowed to get up and do work so you were with him when he woke up.

“Neteyam? Are you awake? You slowly ask him. You help him sit up and get him a cup of water.

After taking a gulp of the water, he places the cup down and you hug him, glad that he is awake and okay. You feel him hug you back.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him.

“Hmm? What for?” He asks.

“Well, we did have that nasty argument before all this happened and I’m really sorry about everything I said. I didn’t mean all those things I called you.”

“Ah that. I’m sorry too.”

You smile. “So, we’re good?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay good because let me tell you that you were dumb af to follow me when I fell through that hole in the boat.”

His eyes widened and he put his hands up to defend himself.

“Hey, I just woke up remember!”

“We’ll talk about this later then. I’ll go get mum and tell her you’re up.”

You managed to save your brother. Congratulations!

#odd socks

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olliewicks and 37 !!

abby, it’s only appropriate that i write these two for the very first time for you. ❤️

37. olliewicks + Anything You Want (Not That) by Belleruche for @zimms

Forgive the doe eyed relentless attention If it's on, I'm on, and there's no more use in pretending Close to the chase, it's clear you've had fun playing Some liberties, well you've surely been taking

Halfway through December, with the night becoming morning and the tub juice lighting him on fire, Oliver O’Meara thinks he’s having a pretty good freshman year.

Or—frog year. Right. New team, new lingo; he knows how this goes. The guys here call him Ollie, same as they have everywhere else. The ice at Faber is bigger, better kept, but his skates dig into it just the same. He goes to class (most of the time), hits up the kegsters, tries his best to get in with the upperclassmen, successfully makes one entire friend.

He’s a simple guy. Doesn’t expect much.

So the fact that something is starting to feel different is rubbing him the wrong way.

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The Haus is high off the win—literally, Ollie thinks, watching smoke drift past him out the open front door. They destroyed BC tonight, four-nothing, and Jack only shouted at them twice, which at this point honestly passes for kindness where he's concerned. Shitty has been incandescent with joy since they hit the showers. He’s dragged every member of the team into at least two keg stands with his own set of complicated strip rules and is now down to nothing but one sock and a giant smile, which was the final warning that prompted Ollie to move to the porch. The parties here are way better than in high school, he has to admit, but only in small doses.

Salt crunches beneath him when he sits down on the steps. It’s cold out. Not as bad as it is at home this time of year, but not warm enough to justify him sitting outside in shorts and a hoodie, sweat chilling quickly in his hair and his breath smoking out in long billows. He half-expects someone to come outside and yell at him to put a coat on, but no one does. To fill the silence, he takes another sip of tub juice, lets it torch his throat all the way down.

Maybe everybody feels like this freshman year: unmoored, self-conscious, either too loud or too quiet. It’s not bad, it’s just—different. Not having his brothers around. Playing hockey that really means something. Making friends on purpose, not just because they’re the only ones available. Going to parties where people sort of know you, where they call your name; where your teammates smile and smell like cinnamon and weed and have nice asses and ex-boyfriends; where that’s okay, it’s all okay.

Maybe, if he’s feeling like this on a night when he’s supposed to be happy, he shouldn’t be drinking alone. He’s about to pound the rest of his cup and risk going back in for a refill when someone knees him in the back.

“Ow,” Ollie says, which is a great first thing to say when you’re potentially going to have to kick someone’s ass. “Bro, what the fuck.”

He turns around, ready to defend himself, but it’s only Wicky, carrying two Keystones with the tabs already popped.

“‘Sup,” he says, grinning like he didn’t just commit an act of warfare, and hands one over. The can’s cold, as are Wicky’s fingers when they touch. “You’re thinking loud. Want a buddy?”

“Yeah,” Ollie agrees, more out of surprise than anything else. He takes a sip and finds that even watery beer is a welcome change from warm Everclear and foot stank. He tosses the rest of the tub juice into the bushes in a wide arc, sends his cup tumbling after it. “Thanks.”

Wicky sinks down beside him, close enough to throw off heat but not enough to touch. He’s in sweats and a beanie, dirty old Vans, that half a smile he always wears. Ollie’s not used to feeling like it’s directed at him and kind of waits to feel uncomfortable about it, but he never does. Beyond their little sliver of porch, it’s starting to snow.

“Good fucking game,” Wicky says after a long minute, throwing a shoulder in Ollie’s direction. His inflection is familiar, round and Midwestern, and reminds Ollie so much of home that it almost softens the blow. “Tired of cellying your assist?”

“Tired of Holster kicking my ass at pong,” he retorts. Wicky laughs and dodges the elbow Ollie aims his way. “Didn’t see you rushing to my defense, man, I had to play with Hardy and he’s about as useful as—”

“Nah, nah, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.” It’s sincere. “I got you next time, sorry. Got distracted.”

“What could be more important than riding to my rescue?”

“Key lime pie?”

“Ah.”

Ollie elbows him one more time, just for good measure and because Wicky claims not to have saved him any, before they drink their beers and watch the street turn white and he goes back to thinking.

Maybe it’s Wicky who’s different. Not in the way that Bitty is different, like nothing this team has ever seen, like the kind of person who merits special coaching with Jack by day and stands on the arm of the sticky green couch to deliver an impassioned performance of some Kesha song by night. No, the thing about Wicky is that he’s… bright. He puts his head down in practice and works the same as Ollie does, doesn’t ask many questions or draw attention to himself. They go to the dining hall and practice and the library together; mundane shit. Somehow, Ollie can’t stop noticing him anyway.

“You good, dude?”

Wicky’s voice is low, but Ollie’s so tuned into him in his head that it sounds loud. He turns, tipsy and slow, and finds Wicky still wearing that smile.

Oh, shit, Ollie thinks, hoping the cold and the beer serve as cover for the flush that immediately crawls up his cheeks. Oh, fuck.

Because here is the goddamn thing.

Oliver O’Meara is having a pretty good freshman year, but that’s all he ever expected it to be. Go to school, play hockey, have a little fun. Look, he gets that maybe there’s something in the water here that lets Shitty hug the Jack Zimmermann on the daily without getting both his arms ripped off, or facilitates the freaky mind-meld between Ransom and Holster, or enables Bitty to get on the ice with them at all. But Ollie’s never felt like a main character, not even in his own story. Everyone else probably has better reasons for coming to Samwell, life-changing ones. Ollie feels a little like he just ended up here because of some force of nature greater than him, like the broad strokes of his life have been sketched out and the details have all been left for him to make up.

Wicky is the only person who’s ever made him wonder how it would feel if, maybe, he could be different here, too.

“Ollie,” Wicky says, now sounding distinctly amused. “Earth to O’Meara. You wanna get out of here, brah? Not having fun?”

He’s pretty sure that get out of here isn’t intended that way, not yet, but it could—oh, God, it could.

“No, I’m good,” Ollie says, feeling everything and nothing like himself. He stands, feels his knees ache with the effort of the day, knows he isn’t done quite yet. He sticks out a hand. “One more song and then late night?”

Wicky’s at his feet now, trusting eyes and curling hair, a face Ollie’s only just started to get to know but somehow thinks he won’t ever forget. He takes Ollie’s hand and pulls himself to his feet, but he doesn’t let go right away. Ollie kind of loves that. “One more, huh? Only if you’re gonna dance.”

“Deal.”

“‘Swawesome,” says Wicky. It sounds like a promise.

(Inside, on the dance floor, when that same hand wraps warm around the back of Ollie's neck like a question and an answer all at once, it feels like one, too.)

The next weekend, they win again. Ollie’s on the ice when Ransom wrists in the last goal and everyone shouts, and when they all pile in for the celly, Ollie finds Wicky’s bright blue eyes (oh, shit) and winks, and Wicky reaches up with one gloved hand and catches it like a kiss.

Alright, Ollie thinks. Game on.

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Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Eventual smut

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Chapter 7

The Resolution

Word Count: 3190

Summary: You show off your new skills to the the Avengers, and invite Loki to dinner with the team.

Warnings: : Loki being a dick and doing what he wants. This chapter's mostly plot, with a dash of sexy teasing.

Your Uber ride feels like it’s taking forever as you leave Loki’s building. You had left quickly, worried someone at the tower would notice you were gone. Loki had created duplicates of the two of you leaving separately this morning, but it didn’t quell the nervousness in your stomach.

Your mind races with excitement and anticipation- there are two things you can't stop thinking about this afternoon.

One being that you were now sleeping with your training instructor and the former enemy of your bosses.

The other being that you successfully knocked out or killed a weird monster on your own.

I don’t know which is more unbelievable, you thought to yourself as you zoned out watching the busy city around you.

How were you going to address these two huge developments? Especially knowing that there was a possible mission you could go on any day now.

You feel more confident than ever, and know you are definitely ready to be an Avenger, but you need to show the team. You decide that first, you'll ask Steve if you can demonstrate your new powers for him. You are genuinely excited about showing off, and find yourself smiling for the rest of your ride.

You throw your keys on your table by the door as you walk in your room. No one said anything about you being gone, and you are relieved to be in the clear. You plop down on your couch, focused on the current task at hand.

Hey Cap, I have some news! I had a breakthrough in my training session this morning. Can I show you tomorrow? , you text Steve.

You look around your room while waiting for his response, and it feels different than before, but you can’t quite place why. You think about decorating, maybe hanging some art?

That sounds great, looking forward to it! 7 am in Training room B.

You smile and roll your eyes, Steve was just so professional and cordial. Any attraction you had for him in the past is now totally gone, and Loki made sure of that.

Loki. Your mind drifts to this morning again, and you think about how just a few hours ago he was passionately fucking you in his bedroom. You smile to yourself as you feel that warmth flooding your core.

Focus, you can think about later.

Your eyes drift around your room and you decide to go through your box that has been sitting in the corner since you arrived. It’s filled with photos of family and friends, and personal items you never felt like you could really unpack. You mull over how you’re going to approach your new relationship with Loki as you take out small decorations and picture frames, adorning your space with them.

After a few minutes of playing out scenarios in your head, you decide the best way to ease the Avengers into your new…arrangement…with Loki, is to invite him to the tower more often. He’d already been hanging out more, so if Thor wasn’t the only one inviting him, it may seem more natural. And then when you're ready to reveal the two of you are together, it won’t be too jarring. That will give you time to even figure out what is happening with you and Loki.

So, is he like my boyfriend? Or are we just sleeping together? How does a human date a God?

You opt to not dwell on what you and Loki are, and try to plan for having him around more. You decide to invite Loki over for dinner with everyone tomorrow night. Your mind drifts briefly about how afterwards, you could secretly bring him to your room and have him all to yourself.

You text Loki, asking him to come over for dinner tomorrow evening.

Are you sure about that?, Loki responds to your request.

Yea, just promise me you'll be on your best behavior ;).

Yes, if that’s what you desire. And after dinner, I will make you come no less than five times before midnight.

You feel your face flush as you bite your lip and smile.

~~~~~

Flashes from yesterday with Loki have been invasive, and you could barely sleep last night- the excitement of showing your powers and seeing Loki all in one day making you restless.

You slide your suit on, trying not to think of Loki trying to pull it off of your body yesterday in a fit of passion. You clench your thighs together, and take in a deep breath. You refocus on your current task at hand- proving your worth to the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. You close your eyes and give yourself an internal pep talk.

Alright, Y/N, you’ve got this. Kick Steve’s ass.

After getting suited up, you grab a quick breakfast and head towards the training room. You then walk into the large gym that the team normally sparred in, and you’re thankful it's not where you and Loki first kissed yesterday because it would be too distracting.

You stretch and mentally get yourself into the zone, and see Steve stride in- and to your surprise, others behind him. Bucky, Nat, and Wanda walk behind him, chatting to themselves. You suddenly feel nervous, you didn’t plan on showing this demonstration in front of everyone.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you?”, Steve walks over to you, very upbeat for so early in the morning.

“Steve, why are other people here, I thought it was just going to be me and you,” you look around at the others as they line up on the side of the mat.

“I’m sorry, I told Bucky, and I guess word got around…,” Steve grimaced. “I can ask them all to leave, if you’d like”.

“No, that’ll seem weirder! Okay, it’s fine, I can do it,” you reassure yourself. “Can you come to a fighting stance with me?”.

You acknowledge the others and give them a forced smile and a small wave. Wanda gives you a friendly wave back, while Nat gives you a curt nod, crossing her arms. Bucky claps, “Let’s go, Y/N! You got this!”. You shoot him a look, but you can’t help it as a smile creeps over your mouth.

The two of you stand across from each other, and you take a deep breath, moving into a jiu jitsu fighting stance.

“Ok, go ahead and come at me,” you confidently instruct Steve, your muscles tense and ready.

Steve quickly lunges forward with a punch, and you immediately put a shield around yourself, deflecting him. He smirks, and you focus your energy, reaching out a hand and quickly enveloping him in a blue sphere while maintaining your own shield.

“Nice,” he nods at you. Steve touches the sides, knocking on it with his knuckles and testing how strong the field is. Bucky and Wanda start clapping from the side of the mats, filling you with pride.

You concentrate, strengthening your stance in the way Loki had taught you, and lift Steve up, off the ground. Confusion briefly shows on his face, but he looks back at you, and readjusts to adapt to your new powers. He tries to punch and kick at the field he’s in, but it just fizzles with no effect. You raise him higher, and Steve is now struggling to maintain his balance, as the sphere rises up in the air.

You feel the same strength of your powers like you did yesterday, but it feels easier to wield now. Steve continues to strike against the field, and it begins to falter. You concentrate harder, and feel sweat begin to form at your hairline.

Suddenly you hear quick footsteps coming towards you from the left, and a brief blur in your periphery. Adrenaline rushes through you and you instinctively reach out as you look over, encompassing someone in a round field. You barely realize what you’re doing before you swiftly throw the field and the person inside against the wall with a loud crash. Dust from the wall erupts around the area, as the shield smashes the concrete. Nat lets out a yelp as she hits the wall in her sphere, throwing her around like a rag doll.

The room collectively gasps with you and you immediately recoil your arms, all the fields disappear and Steve falls to the ground with a loud thud.

OH SHIT!

“Ohmygod I’m so sorry, Nat! I didn’t mean to- it just happened!!,” you run over to her with panic in your voice. The others swiftly run over to you and Nat, surprise and concern on their faces.

Nat sits on the ground, coughing and catching her breath while you worriedly look at her. She continues to breathe heavily, and looks up to you and smiles, “Well, that’s a hell of an improvement,”. You let out a sigh of relief, leaning over and resting your hands on your knees, feeling shaky.

Steve trots up to the group, “You guys okay?”, he asks, patting you on the shoulder.

You reach out your hand to Nat, and she grabs it, pulling herself off the ground with a quiet groan. You’re glad she’s not terribly hurt, but a part of you enjoys some comeuppance for how she trained you in the beginning.

“Yea, I thought I’d be able to catch her off guard, but it looks like I was wrong,” Nat nods at you as she brushes dust off of herself.

“Do we have an award for “Most Improved?”, she dryly jokes to Steve.

You let out a chuckle as you continue to quietly pant, smiling at her as you straighten back up, still feeling a bit unsteady from the rush of adrenaline and nerves.

“Yea, that was great, you’re really going to kick some ass”, Bucky chimes in, mock punching your arm.

“Yes, your powers are very unusual, I would love to spar with you sometime. Maybe I could join you and Loki in training as well?”, Wanda asks casually.

“Oh yea, that’d be cool, I think you’d get a lot out of it, he’s a really good teacher,” you mumble with fake enthusiasm, caught off guard by Wanda’s request.

You turn to look at Steve, realizing you’re anxiously awaiting his thoughts. The group of heroes around you look to him as well, anticipating his decision.

"Welcome to the team," Steve says proudly, a large smile spreading across his face, reaching out to shake your hand. You beam back, feeling tears of joy starting to pool in your eyes.

"Oh my god, thank you so much!," you gush, shaking his hand back. You then give in to your urge and jump forward to give him a big hug. You wrap your arms around his waist and he chuckles, hugging you back chastely.

“Alright, this means you’re now on call for the next mission,” Steve informs you as you step back from the hug, trying to suppress crying with joy in front of everyone.

“Uh, yea, yessir, Cap,” you grin and nod affirmatively.

All the work from the last few months has paid off and alleviated your fears. As you break from the group, you head to the showers and think about how you can't wait to tell Loki.

~~~~~

The phone rings and you feel giddy. Not just about the news, but sharing it with Loki.

"Well hello darling, what a pleasant surprise to see you call me. To what do I owe this pleasure?", Loki sweetly answers your call.

You can't help but talk fast, excitement bubbling over, "Hi Loki - I got in! I'm an Avenger! I showed Steve my powers, just like you taught me. I made a shield around Steve and Nat- I DID it! I knocked Nat around a bit actually, but she’s okay.”

You hear Loki chuckle, "Well done, Y/N. I'm glad you secured your spot on the team, I know it means a lot to you.”

"Loki, I really don't think I could've done this without you. I owe you so much…", you drift off, not knowing what words can really express your appreciation.

"Nonsense, you've had this in you all along. You just needed a guide. I'm glad I was able to assist,” Loki assures you.

"Thanks Loki. Well, I’m kind of beat from this morning, I think I need to take a nap. I still need to run out to shop for ingredients for tonight, too. See you at 7?".

"Darling I wouldn't miss it," he replies in his low voice, a smile obviously on his lips.

~~~~~

Your dinner is going well, just as you had planned. Well, mostly as you had planned.

You had decided to order Italian food (you’re really getting used to the perks of Tony’s unlimited wealth), and make a classic tiramisu. When everyone gathered at the table, Tony told them all that work was not allowed to be discussed (which you had insisted to him since the team was still not completely at ease in Loki’s presence, plus the last time it resulted in the two of you fighting). You hoped this would help circumvent past issues with Loki, and maybe he could charm them all into trusting him. Steve and Tony agreed with you and encouraged the team to relax and skip the work talk.

It’s a large gathering tonight, with Bruce, Peter, Thor, and Scott attending too. You had pulled Loki aside when he arrived, and reminded him that Nat had seen the two of you in the hall in the restaurant, so he should not treat you differently than the others. You knew she was suspicious, and you wanted to keep things as light as possible around the spy’s critical eyes.

And you had resolved to not flirt with Loki, even though he seemed to get sexier every time you saw him. He wore a tight black sweater that hugged his form and accented the V shape of his frame, and snug black slacks. He looked like he had strut off the runway, and acted like it too.

While everyone casually chatted and laughed as the wine flowed, you found solace knowing that things seemed to be going well despite Loki’s mischief.

Loki had taken the opportunity at this dinner to sit next to you. As soon as he sat down, he slid his hand under the table and onto your thigh, resting it there for the evening. Occasionally he would move his hand dangerously close to your core, fingers ghosting your panties. You cursed yourself for wearing a dress, not realizing Loki would take advantage of the easy access at the dinner table. You don’t know how much longer you can take this, afraid the wine may make you slip up.

Loki never faltered in his dialogue with Thor and the others around you as he teased you, while you tried to maintain yourself and ignore what he was doing.

He was relentless, and despite the orders to not discuss work, he complimented you to the Avengers, and even looked down at you to wink at you in front of the others. Luckily, you don’t think those who were around you noticed.

You could feel your face turn red when Loki even led a toast to you joining the team, the Avengers smiling and unaware as he littered it with double entendres.

He just loves to torture me. This is his good behavior??

Even though he’s irritating you with his inability to listen to your simple instructions, you remember his promise to make you come many times over tonight, and feel yourself get hot. You take a big gulp of your ice water, and look around at everyone’s plates, seeing that dinner is wrapping up.

You lower your hand and move Loki’s off of your thigh while you pretend to laugh at a joke by Thor, and stand up to start clearing the table. Loki glances up to you but you give him a warning look, hoping he’ll calm down until after dessert.

While you’re happy that everyone is enjoying each other’s company, and your plan to get them to like Loki seems to be going perfectly, you’re incredibly distracted by the slick between your thighs. You always seem to have these mixed feelings around Loki- crushing on him, irritated by him, and aroused by him. It’s enough to drive you mad.

Steve notices you clearing the table, and starts to gather plates too, stacking dishes in his hand and following you to the open kitchen.

"I've gotta say, Y/N, I'm really impressed with what I saw this morning.", he says sincerely while he loads the plates into the dishwasher.

“We’re not supposed to talk about work at dinner”, you give him a playful look. You pull out the tiramisu from the fridge, and look for dishes to serve them on.

"Well, to be fair, Loki brought it up first,” Steve jokes as he lays out plates for you.

You glance at Loki at the table, and see that he is staring at you and Steve, a neutral expression on his face.

“Well, thanks Steve. I appreciate you being so patient with me, it really helped when I thought I should just give up and leave,” you confessed, looking into his kind eyes.

“You’re really going to be a great addition to the team. And not just the team! I mean, you’ve been cooking for us, and it’s been really nice having you here in the tower,” Steve says while he turns to look in the silverware drawer, shuffling around.

You pause plating desserts to look at him. You smile, your heart feeling full and finally at peace with your place on this team.

“Well thanks, and you’re a good leader too. You’ve been so encouraging, and I wouldn’t have had Loki to teach me if it wasn’t for you. So thanks, Steve, for everything you’ve done,” you cheerfully stated.

You haven’t noticed over the sounds of your conversation and dishes clattering, but Loki has come into the kitchen as well, quietly walking up behind you.

"I want to tell you how proud I am of you, you've really come a long way,” Steve says earnestly, looking at you with a hint of pink on his cheeks. His eyes draw from yours to behind your shoulder.

"Hasn't she, though?" Loki purrs next to you, surprising you. He snakes his arm around your waist and you look at him in shock.

"I'm incredibly proud of my star pupil," Loki says with a hint of venom in his voice.

Before you know what’s happening, he plants a passionate kiss right on your lips and you find yourself leaning into it for a moment. You break away and realize what has happened, and feel your stomach drop. The entire room is watching you and Loki.

"Do you need any additional help cleaning up, Darling?", Loki asks with a wicked smirk on his lips.

You look at Steve, whose mouth is agape as he looks at the two of you. You scan across the faces at the dinner table in horror, seeing shocked expressions, except Thor and Bucky, who are grinning.

FUCKING HELL, WHAT AN ASSHSOLE.

Chapter 8- The Beginning

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