#so in the end he would chose to keep things as it is

[fellthemarvelous]

Aziraphale hate makes my brain hurt.

Like let's be really fuckin' for real here.

Neurodivergent fans have repeatedly said that Aziraphale is autistic coded. I agree with them. I have never been diagnosed but I wonder about myself. If only I could get a doctor to take me seriously enough to test me for it, but alas, I'm a 43-year-old woman living in the good ole US of A.

Those with religious trauma have repeatedly said that they identify with him as well. I'm one of those people. I endured 12 years of Catholic schools and just as much time being taught a very black and white view of things that I've had to spend more than 20 goddamn fucking years working to unlearn.

I find that my views as a survivor of religious abuse are often dismissed because people keep wanting to say "Aziraphale doesn't have religious trauma." Yes, thank you, I get that, but unless you've been indoctrinated and brainwashed into a very black and white view of the world, you probably don't understand the kind of feelings Aziraphale's onscreen experiences evoke in so many of us. Heaven might not be real, but the feelings of "God is always watching" still stick with me today even though I no longer believe in God. I have entirely denounced Christianity because of my own personal experience, and I refuse to allow people to try and guilt me or shame me for trauma that I didn't ask for. I wasn't given a choice.

As a child I was told that God was real and always watching everything you do (just like Santa Claus) and can hear everything you say and knows everything you are thinking. Do you know what I learned to do in order to cope with this overwhelming and anxiety-inducing information as a small child? I learned to censor my thoughts. I never spoke up, and I have always felt like I was putting on a show for people because I had to be who I was told to be or I would get into trouble.

Aziraphale said "poverty is a virtue" during The Resurrectionists, and as someone who grew up in the Bible belt and went to private schools, I was taught this very same shit by the Catholic church. He learned in that very same episode that "poverty is a virtue" is actually a tool of oppression to keep the poor poor and the wealthy wealthy. I know we all watched the episode. He went into that episode believing what he said, but by the end of it he knew it was actually utter bullshit. Aziraphale is not ignorant. He's highly intelligent, and he has never been too proud to admit when he has been wrong. He accepts that the information he learned before is not matching up with reality.

And it's so obvious some of you have zero experience with that type of indoctrination because of how very little empathy you show Aziraphale for his "mistake" of "choosing Heaven over Crowley" and "making Crowley sad" so clearly Aziraphale must somehow be "abusive" and "manipulative" and "selfish" and "self-centered" because he didn't choose to run away with Crowley at the end of season two.

First of all.

FIRST OF ALL...

Aziraphale has a mind of his own.

Aziraphale is always going to try and do what is right.

Aziraphale is an angel. He's a being of love. And the reason he's so "bad" at being an angel is because he actually wants to protect humanity. He has always loved humanity. He repeatedly has to contend with what is "right" versus what is "good" and "wrong" versus "evil". Yeah, he has flaws. He's an angel, not a goddamn fucking saint. He has lived on Earth for more than 6,000 years. He has seen everything. He loves doing human things.

He's obsessed with magic. It makes him so happy. He's not very good at it...well not when he's trying to put on a show for Crowley.

He chose to learn French the hard way, so even though he knows every single language in the world, he chooses to be mediocre at French. Something that annoys and amuses Crowley at the same time.

He loves to dance even though angels aren't supposed to dance, and dancing with Crowley was what he wanted the most.

He owns a bookshop and refuses to sell any of his books because they are books he's had for as long as there have been books. He will chase customers away from his collection, and Crowley understands how much they mean to Aziraphale because he refuses to sell any when Aziraphale leaves him in charge.

He and Crowley have been speaking to each other in coded language for more than 6,000 years. They have to be very careful about what they say because Heaven and Hell are always watching.

Heaven has photographs of Crowley and Aziraphale sitting or standing together throughout history. Hell had one photo of Crowley and Aziraphale actually working together and it was Aziraphale's quick thinking and how good he actually is at sleight of hand tricks that managed to get that photo out of Furfur's hands so he wouldn't be able to turn Crowley over to the Dark Council.

Aziraphale saved Crowley from being taken to Hell again. He wasn't able to save Crowley from Hell in Edinburgh, but he sure as heck managed to save Crowley from Hell during WWII. He took Crowley to his bookshop and showed Crowley that he stole the picture from Furfur. He saved Crowley.

You get that, right?

Aziraphale SAVED Crowley.

People always talk about how it's "always Crowley saving Aziraphale" because apparently heroic acts are only heroic when they are grand gestures. The sleight of hand wasn't heroic at all, am I right? It wasn't sparkly and showy. It wasn't interesting enough, therefore not heroic. At least that's all I'm hearing when people start with their "blah Aziraphale deserves to suffer because I have no imagination or ability to understand the media in front of me blah", and all these reasons he deserves to suffer is because Crowley almost got hurt.

Aziraphale did that without flinching and I watch that part closely every single time. He's not scared for himself. He's scared for Crowley, and he managed to hold onto that photograph. He did not fail Crowley. He protected Crowley.

And so here's another thing that we like to point out. The way that Aziraphale, an angel who is effeminate and male presenting, an angel who is soft and full of love, an angel who is kind and forgiving because he has empathy and compassion, is somehow painted as abusive and manipulative. He's not violent, but he could easily fuck up your world. He doesn't use his powers. We have no idea how powerful he is because we only ever see him do small acts. He's used to hiding. It's the only way he has ever been able to protect Crowley.

And I'm not saying that Aziraphale has actually saved Crowley before means that Crowley hasn't also saved Aziraphale. Like, you get that those are not mutually exclusive and their relationship is not transactional, right? They have spent their entire existence protecting each other but never actually getting to be together because Heaven and Hell are always watching.

Yeah, Crowley fell. We all know this. We are aware of this. He was the serpent of Eden. He gave humanity the knowledge of free will.

But what we don't talk about is what Aziraphale gave humanity.

What did he give them?

We all know what it is!

Let's say it together!

He gave Adam and Eve his flaming sword because it was dangerous outside the garden and Eve was pregnant and she was already having a really bad day. He showed them compassion and gave them his extremely powerful angelic weapon so they would stand a chance on the outside of the garden. He gave humanity the gift of compassion. It's just unfortunate that his flaming sword became a weapon of War.

And then what did he do after that?

Ooooh, yeah, that's right.

God asked him about it and he straight up lied to her and pretended he had no idea where he'd managed to misplace it. She didn't say anything after that. He told Crowley the truth though. He told Crowley the truth even though Crowley fell.

Yeah, we know Aziraphale has done some really fucking questionable things. He and Crowley both suck at passing for human in front of observant people like Nina. They're not human. They are still learning, but they managed to experience human history together despite being on opposite sides and their experiences with humanity are what has shaped them into the compassionate and loving duo they are now. One of them is not better from the other.

This, my friends, is what we call meeting in the middle. It's why shades of gray is so important. Aziraphale constantly breaks the rules. Crowley refused to play by Heaven's rules. It's the reason he fell. He doesn't play by Hell's rules either. These two dorks figured out how to cancel each others' miracles out throughout human history in order to have more time learning about humanity and each other because working all day every day sucks when there are so many new things to learn and experience with the people you love.

We know Crowley and Aziraphale both love each other. Neither of them are good at hiding the hearts stars in their eyes.

But here's what's really fucking annoying about the Aziraphale hate.

Aziraphale was already crying when Crowley grabbed him and kissed him. Aziraphale is trying so very hard to do the right thing. He loves Crowley. He does. But he also has a duty to humanity, and he has taken that job very seriously since the creation of Adam and Eve. He sent them out into the world with a flaming sword so they would have a chance at surviving beyond the walls of the garden.

And he knows that Something Terrible is going to happen and he spent all of second season trying to figure out what that Something Terrible was while trying to have some sort of more honest and open relationship with Crowley, but again, they aren't human, they are a demon and an angel approaching life from opposite sides who met in the middle and fell in love with humanity together.

He wants more than anything to tell Crowley how he feels about him, but he wants to do something grand for Crowley because Crowley has always been grand and dramatic and sexy and a little bit scary.

Crowley is impulsive and has a temper and sometimes says the wrong thing but he has always trusted Aziraphale because Aziraphale gave him a chance even after he fell. Aziraphale chose to shelter him instead of smiting him while they stood on top of that wall. He knew he was supposed to kill Crowley, but oops, he gave his sword away to the humans so he didn't really have anything to kill him with and Crowley is the one who created nebulas. The Pillars of Creation is Crowley's work and Aziraphale was there to witness that, but he watched Crowley more than he watched the nebula. He witnessed the pure joy on Crowley's face when he said "let there be light" as a nebula full of colors exploded before their eyes. He was fascinated by Crowley.

But Aziraphale is going back to Heaven even though he has made it perfectly clear he absolutely has no desire to go back to Heaven. He told the Metatron this during their conversation. He spoke these words out loud. They exist.

But then The Metatron said this....

The Metatron. The very same angel who told Aziraphale in season one "to speak to me is to speak to the Almighty." He's the boss. He's the big guy. He's used to existing as a giant head and he had to give himself a body so he wouldn't stand out on Earth. And he knows that Aziraphale and Crowley have been working together since the beginning. He knows they worked together to prevent Armageddon in season one, and now he's made it clear he knows they were working together long before that. And let's face it, Aziraphale really wants to know what this Something Terrible is that Gabriel is running from so he can try to prevent it from happening.

It makes sense that he would want to take Crowley to Heaven with him because he would be able to keep Hell from getting their hands on him again. Aziraphale hates it in Heaven. He doesn't want to go, but Something Terrible is happening and Metatron isn't taking no for an answer, and maybe Heaven won't be so bad if Crowley is there with him. At least they can fix Heaven together.

But Crowley can't go back. We all get that. We don't blame him for saying no. It doesn't change anything.

Something Terrible is about to happen and Aziraphale has to figure out what it is. He wants to change Heaven.

He is fully aware that Heaven sucks. He still has faith in God. His faith isn't in Heaven. He deserted his platoon in season one and threw himself back to Earth so he could figure out how to make sure the war between Heaven and Hell doesn't happen.

But see, here's the thing. Heaven is at the top. Heaven has all the resources. Heaven is responsible for the creation of Hell. Heaven is empty and Hell is overpopulated. Aziraphale knows this. Crowley knows this. It's obvious every time we see either place. Both sides are desperate to go to war and will not hesitate to destroy humanity in the process. This is the opposite of what Crowley and Aziraphale want for humanity. If anyone can change Heaven, it's Aziraphale. He's the only one up there who gives a shit about humanity as far as we know. No one else is going to speak on humanity's behalf.

Some of us are so busy getting mad at Aziraphale for going back to Heaven and giving Crowley a Big Sad. Newsflash: Crowley is not the main character of Good Omens. Aziraphale and Crowley are equals, yet we wanna hold Aziraphale to higher standards because he's an angel, and when he makes mistakes it's proof that he's the bad guy.

Holy mother of all things that trigger my religious trauma, let me tell you. I spent my entire life hating myself every time I made mistakes. I've had to teach myself that just because I mess up sometimes doesn't mean I'm bad. It means I'm human. I still struggle with it. I probably always will. So when you say that Aziraphale deserves to be punished for breaking Crowley's heart, you not only ignore that Aziraphale's heart is also broken, you're saying he deserves to be punished for doing what he thinks is right.

Wanting to change Heaven for the better is not a bad thing.

And some of y'all wanna see him suffer for going back into the lion's den that is Heaven, knowing that he is already an outcast, that they have already tried to kill him once, knowing that he is a deserter, that he has been lying to Heaven about a lot of things, and you still think he's blinded by Heaven? You think he's just so naive and that's the only reason he's going back. He doesn't show his emotions the same way Crowley does so it means he doesn't care as much. He's expected to consider Crowley's feelings over his own when making choices. Like holy shit if all of that hasn't defined my experience as a woman with religious trauma in this fucking society. He's expected to be subservient to Crowley and if he doesn't do what Crowley wants then he's being unreasonable and illogical.

What the actual fuck, y'all.

Like seriously.

I'm sick of this bullshit. I had to step away from this fandom because of how toxic some people in this fandom are. It's not chasing me away, but the fact that I chose to hang out in a a more toxic fandom that is already notorious for being really toxic over a fandom that claims to be more open-minded and welcoming should probably tell you something.

It gave me a lot of perspective, and yeah, I'm still gonna speak up against the bullshit Aziraphale hate.

People are entitled to their opinions, but the Aziraphale hate isn't an opinion. It's just ableist, misogynistic garbage. At this point we all know y'all say these extreme things about Aziraphale because y'all get more joy out of the harm and alienation it is causing others.

Keep being loudly wrong, but if you think I'm not entitled to challenge shitty-ass, harmful, hateful discourse, bite my ass.

I'm not the one who lost the plot in this fandom.

#autistic coded character #religious trauma #good omens #aziraphale #aziraphale defense squad #i'm in a mood #like i'm begging y'all to learn what empathy is #like goddamn i know i'm not perfect but at least i don't forget that the reason for everything in good omens is love #neil has said this several times #it's one thing to dislike a character #it's another to assassinate characters in ways that blatantly contradict what the narrative has told us #and try to pass it off as canon #if you wanna send me hate just hit the block button instead #i'll try to be really sad about it #and if you just have to send me hatemail at least have the courage to attach it to your name instead of hiding behind anon #i'm too old for this shit #i'm gonna go back to the star wars tag now #it's been a minute since i went off and today proved to be the perfect day for it

[annwe24]

KINDRED serie

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X READER

Part 1

Summary: The past still haunts him as a painful reminder of being played at love. Even with such opportunity, Lucifer refuses to open up his heart.

People often say death is the well-deserved eternal rest after a life of hardship. That, unfortunately, has been proven wrong. Hell is like a punch in the face for those who seek escapism in the afterlife, leaving undone business to the living. So why the Hell would sinners be able to redeem themselves in the first place? Lucifer frustratedly thinks to himself. He is totally baffled at the idea. Even, hypothetically at best, they somehow made it into heaven, would they be accepted? However, seeing how determined his daughter is, it would break his heart to not support her only grand goal in life. He hates how he cares enough to awkwardly pour tea into your teacup with a shaky pinky at the moment. Charlie has been pushing him to leave his usual working desk to spend time socializing. It's a bonding exercise, she said. Given how well-mannered you usually are, he is glad she chose you instead of the other sinners. Ah, you. Always so caring, always so polite, always so-

Your Majesty, your tea is getting cold.

Coughing loudly, he drinks all the tea in his cup at once and silently cringes at himself.

Sorry, I’ve been having too many thoughts these days. Many things, you know.

Is there any way I can help? I noticed you’ve been so paranoid lately, I’m just worried but of course! You don't have to agree to that just because I ask you but please don't feel pressured to keep everything to yourself because I know-

Hey, it's alright! I understand your sentiment.

He softly cuts you off seeing that you are getting worked up. You always have this rather odd excitement for helping people. Your kindness stands out too much compared to others, something almost too pure. A question he's been asking himself lately is how did you end up here. It has been fun contemplating the possibilities during his free time, imagining your sweet face distorts into madness. Wait, what? Sweet face?

…

The fuck is your problem? He knows good people, even a rarity, still exist in this hellhole. Not all good people end up in Heaven, something Lucifer has long accepted. The problem is your goodness is absurd. Ever since your arrival at the hotel, it is clear that you are one of the most eager helpers, going as far as taking Charlie’s exercises almost too seriously. It irritates him to no end how you are so easily exploited.

He noticed many guests at the hotel use you as an errand runner unknowingly from time to time. There is certainly no malicious intent underneath, they themselves don't even realize that. It’s just that you are too easy, too gullible. Angel Dust is one glaring example. He has been known to ask you to fetch him stuff when he is “too fragile and sore due to overwork”. In reality, he sleeps through the afternoon and just gets too lazy. Lucifer can't help but find you suspicious. Afterall, who is going to trust someone in Hell, suffers memory loss, no identity and came to this hotel saying they wanted “a second chance”. He is determined to see through your facade, peeling you out like an onion.

Ouch!

A loud yelp followed by the squeaks of a hundred rubber ducks echo though his mansion. He quickly puts down the boiling kettle and dashes to his room. Piles of rubber ducks scatter across his room with you being the center of it all, dumbfounded. Panic reaches your eyes as you stand up hastily and say small “sorry” over and over. You look like you're about to cry.

Lucifer calmly squeezes through piles of rubber duck to get to you and places an assuring hand on your shoulder:

It’s nothing I can't fix. Here!

With a snap of his finger, the ducks magically fly back into place and the room starts to look like a room fit for a king rather than a depressed single dad. Lucifer is quite pleased with your wide-eye expression. Letting out a sigh, he guides you over to the tea table where you two would spend the rest of the afternoon. This kind of “date” has been going on for a while under the encouragement of Charlie. She is ecstatic to see her father finally be able to find someone to confide in and is a sinner. Although Lucifer can hang around the hotel whenever he feels like it, he prefers somewhere more private and quiet so that no one judges him. He hates being judged. It reminds him of his time in Heaven which he absolutely wants to forget. This is where Hell steps in. The place is literally his playground, albeit a bit grotesque, but at least he is free.

…

As time flies, the little hangouts between you and him occur more often. It has reached to a point that he finds his mansion eerie without your presence. You are not a talkative person nor a charmer, but you carry yourself with such sweetness that makes him feel peaceful, a warmth he has long forgotten. He wonders if the same happens to you. Do you find yourself incomplete without meeting him at least once a day? He certainly is not a mind reader but a keen observer at the very least. You seem to light up every time you see him, always looking, listening in his direction. He is scared. What if this was all a ploy you set up to get closer to the King, to have some kind of privilege down here? You are first and foremost still a sinner. Although he believes not everyone in Hell is bad, being in Hell means breaking some morals while you were alive. He can't handle another failed relationship. Not right now, not when Lilith still lingers hauntingly in the back of his mind, not when he can break at any moment and Charlie is the only thing that keeps him going. He can't let her get hurt too. She is just as fragile as him after the divorce.

Tonight’s hangout is just the same as every other hangout: comfortable silence. You are rolling on his king-size bed while fidgeting a rubber duck he especially made for you. You have been quite comfortable in his mansion, letting yourself go as if you were at home. As for Lucifer, he is at his working desk as usual. He likes it this way. Lucifer is not a chatter at heart and you are the same. After a while, you decided to break the silence:

What are you making today? You rolled over on the bed to face him.

Oh, just rubber duck, you know.

You have so many already. Why don't you make something new every then and there?

What do you like?

Huh?

What do you like? He asked, turning back to face you.

Well, um… I like stuffed animals? I guess?

Okay, it's a deal then! He said with a toothy grin.

Y-you don't have to!

It's alright. I’m running out of ideas anyways.

Thank you!! You say as you hug the rubber duck.

What am I doing? Lucifer silently thinks to himself.

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[angstysebfan]

Not Good Enough

Pairing: Bucky x Plus Size Female Reader Summary: Reader is dating Bucky. Bucky thinks he won the jackpot with the reader, but the reader thinks he can get anyone he wants. A bet then goes a little too far, leaving the reader questioning everything about their relationship.

A/N: Fixed this piece up and changed the story line. Both reader and Bucky are wrong in this one, but I hope you like it anyways. I tend to write toxic relationships because of what I've been through. If you don't like that you can pass by without leaving rude comments. This is my version of therapy. Thanks!

--

You weren’t like the other agents on the team. Where most women in S.H.I.E.L.D or the Avengers are tall, skinny and beautiful. You were short, overweight, and in your opinion “ehh” in the looks department. Though you looked overweight, you were strong as all hell. You always felt like you didn’t belong, but the team always told you did. Especially Bucky.

When Bucky Barnes admitted his feelings for you, you had a hard time believing him. He's proven that his feelings are real, but one thing you think he's lying about is how lucky he says he is that you finally said yes to being his. It's a conversation that comes up several times and you keep saying the same thing.

"Buck, one sexy smirk toward a woman and they would be putty in your hands. I'm the one who should thank whoever brought you to me cause I still don't get what you see."

"Baby, you're the one who could have any man she wants, and you chose me. Trust me, no other woman would ever want me."

You would just roll your eyes and change the subject as it was actually painful to talk about. But one week you had enough and made a bet. A new agent was coming, and you wanted to prove Bucky wrong. You gave him permission, against your better judgement, to flirt. If she turned him down you would admit defeat, but if you won, he owed you a weekend away together.

Then the new female agent, Stacy, joined, and she was gorgeous! Beautiful light brown hair that looked so soft to the touch, blue eyes that drew you in, and a body you would die for. When you and Bucky walked in hand-in-hand to meet her, you couldn’t help but notice Bucky’s reaction to her. You shook it off because you couldn’t deny her beauty either.

"Remember the deal babe," you said quietly, suddenly regretting your choice. He nodded silently and kissed your forehead.

You didn't know this, but he was also regretting this bet. When Stacy was introduced to the team, you automatically noticed her eyes lingered on Bucky a lot longer than anyone else.

Steve brought her down the line to meet everyone one by one, and when she walked up to you, you extended your hand, “Nice to meet you Stacy. Looking forward to working with you.”

She looked at your hand for a moment and then said to Steve, “I thought I was meeting agents.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up and nodded, “Yes, Y/N here is one of our best. She is one mission away from becoming a full fledge Avenger.”

You smiled at him as she looked back at you, an unreadable expression on her face. “Huh, well, we'll see about that.”

She walked past you to Bucky without shaking your hand. You were honestly shocked by her rudeness. You watch her interact with Bucky and see the flirty fluttering of her eyelashes.

Bucky turned on the charm, which you had to admit, hurt you more than you realized it would.

“Sergeant Barnes, I am looking forward to learning a lot from you,” she said in a sultry voice.

Bucky flushed, understanding her meaning. “Uh, yea anytime dollface,” he said.

Your eyes shot to his face. “Doll” was your nickname. You looked from him to Steve, who just gave you a sympathetic smile.

When intros were done, it was time for dinner. Stacy made sure she sat right next to Bucky, which drove you nuts. Bucky didn’t even spare you a glance when you were forced to sit on the other end of the table. It was like he didn’t even notice you. Not that you blamed him, Stacy did take all the attention in the room. Why did you make this damn bet?

You started feeling very low and self conscious, excusing yourself from the table. You entered your room and quickly went into the shower. You couldn’t help but let some tears fall, thinking you were not good enough for Bucky. Stacy was the type of woman he should be with, not you.

While lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice Bucky entering the shower with you, until you feel his arms around you. You immediately tense when you feel him, feeling the tears fall harder. 

“Doll? You okay?” he asked concerned. You cried harder, holding your face in your hands. Bucky turned you around and held you close, kissing the top of your head.

When you finally calmed down and looked up at Bucky, who had a concerned and sad expression on his face. You step away from him and leave the shower. 

“Y/N?” he called after you. When he made it out to the room in a towel, you were changing into sweats and one of his hoodies. “Baby, please tell me whats wrong?” he pleads.

You look at him with a mix of sadness and anger. “I’m shocked you even noticed I left the table,” you spat.

Bucky is shocked by your words, “What do you mean?” he whispers.

You scoff, “I give you permission to flirt with one woman, and you suddenly forget that you have a girlfriend. Not that I blame you! She's gorgeous, and I’m…” you stop yourself before you sob. 

“Doll, -” “Don’t! Obviously I am not your “Doll” if you are so okay with calling her that!” you screamed.

Bucky shakes his head, putting his hands through his hair. “I don’t understand what's wrong! You told me to do this! I'm sorry I called her “Doll”. Honestly, it meant nothing!” he yelled getting frustrated.

You ignore him and walk to your bed, pulling the covers up to your neck.

“Fine, talk to me when you’re not acting like this.”

You hear Bucky mumble, before you hear the door to your room close. You lie there for a moment, before you decide that you needed to fix this. He was right. This was your idea, just because you couldn't handle it doesn't make it his fault. Though he's a dumbass for calling her "doll". You get up and open your door, walking next door to Bucky’s room. When you open the door you gasp.

Stacy's in Bucky’s room, sliding her hands up his bare chest and reaching up to kiss him, and whats worse is he is standing there holding her hips in only his towel. Tears completely flood your eyes and you leave the room without you noticing. 

–

When Bucky returned to him room after your outburst he opened his door and saw Stacy standing there. 

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, annoyed.

Stacy looks at him with innocent eyes, “I just wanted to thank you for being so nice tonight. I know I was asking a lot of questions during dinner.”

He gives her a small smile, “No problem, but if you don’t mind, I want to be alone.” he said.

“Where are you coming from in only a towel anyway,” she asked, ignoring his last comment, and stepping closer to him. “uh… my girlfriend’s room.” he stuttered, feeling uncomfortable. 

“You have a girlfriend? Who? Does she know you were flirting with me?” she asked in surprise. “Y-Y/N, my girlfriend is Y/N,” he says feeling nervous.

Stacy laughed for a moment, confusing Bucky, “You’re kidding right?” she asked. 

“No, I am dating Y/N. Have been for over three months. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression tonight, but I'm taken,” he said, taking a step back.

“Oh? Well, if you are flirting with me then you must be unhappy. I can make you feel better,” she said stepping closer, sliding her hands up his bare chest.

Bucky froze for a moment, holding onto Stacy’s waist to stop her coming closer. He felt very uncomfortable since he was only in a towel. She started to lean in toward his face. Finally he came to his senses and pushed her away. 

“Agent, this is unacceptable behavior. I know I gave you an impression tonight and that's my fault but I just told you I'm taken. Get out of my room, now” Bucky barked at Stacy.

Stacy was shocked, but didn’t want to push him any further and ran out of the room. Bucky closed the door behind her wiping his face with his flesh hand. He quickly got dressed and went back to your room, wanting to apologize for everything. When he knocked there was no answer. He opened your door and came in.

“Baby?” he called walking further into the room. He checked the walk in closet and then the bathroom, nothing. When he came back into the room, he saw a piece of paper on the bed. He opened it and his heart immediately dropped.

Bucky,

I guess based on what I saw, I am not as crazy as I thought. Though I must be crazy to think someone who looks like me, would be loved by someone who looks like you. I hope you both are very happy together. 

Your Y/N

Bucky quickly ran out of the room and went to Steve’s. He explained everything that happened, which caused some scolding from Steve. 

“I mean I can’t believe you were nice to her after the comment she made about Y/N when she met her,” Steve said. Bucky shook his head, “I know. I’m a fucking moron, okay? But Y/N wanted to do this bet and it went too far. Please you have to help me find my girl. I need her to know that I…” he stopped.

“You love her,” Steve said smirking.

Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “Please, Steve. I can’t let her think that I don’t love her. I knew she was self conscious, I should have made sure she was alright,” Bucky said kicking himself.

“Okay, pal. Relax, we will find her. Let’s ask the girls first.” Steve said leading Bucky out of his room.

–

“Ok so you saw Y/N was upset and yelled at her instead of comforting her? You're an asshole, Barnes," Nat yelled at him.

“Yea, I know that already. Please Nat, I need to find her,” Bucky pleaded.

“Plus that was mean to do to Stacy, but she still shouldn't have been an bitch to Y/N," She says angrily. "I don’t know where she is, but, if you got your head out of your asses and think you'll find her faster,” she snapped.

Both men looked confused, causing her to roll her eyes. “Men are morons! FRIDAY please track Y/N and send her coordinates to Barnes and Rogers STAT!” she yelled to the AI. 

The men nodded their thanks and headed out.

Nat watched them leave and then called to the AI. “FRIDAY where is Stacy?”

–

You sat on a bench in Battery Park, staring out into the water. You honestly weren’t sure where you were going to go from here. A part of you wanted to go back to the Tower, but didn’t want to see Bucky or Stacy. You figured by now they were lying naked in his bed together. The image making you want to puke.

“Y/N” a whispered voice said, making you jump.

You turn and see Bucky standing there, relief evident in his face. “Baby, I have been looking everywhere for you.” 

He sits down on the bench next to you, and you immediately tensed, something he noticed. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “Y/N, I swear, whatever you saw, was not what you think. Stacy… she… she tried to kiss me and I froze. I-I didn’t know what to do, until I finally snapped out of it and threw her out of my room. You have to believe me.” he said grabbing your hand. You don’t look at him, knowing that if you did, you would crack.

“Why would you want to throw her out? She's perfect for you Bucky. You’re perfect for each other. She knows it, I know it, you must know it.” you say quietly, your voice threatening to crack. "This bet was stupid because it proved how right I really was."

Bucky kneels in front of you, holding your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Belles, she is not perfect for me? Is she beautiful? Sure, but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. I know you're self conscious about your weight and your body, but baby I love your body and I couldn’t care less about your weight because it doesn't matter. You're a strong woman who could kick anyone's ass. I…”

Bucky takes a breath and calm his nerves. “Y/N, I love you,” he says with confidence.

You look at him for a moment and then shake your head. “How can you love someone like me?” you whisper as tears flow down your face.

Bucky stands up and pulls you into his arms. “You're so amazing to me. You don’t care about my past. You only care about who I am now. And as far as how you look, you’re so fucking sexy to me baby! I grew up in a time where our woman had meat on their bones, and that's what I prefer.” he said causing you to laugh.

“Buck, I love you. I love you so much! You mean the world to me, and that's why I was so upset you ignored me tonight. I thought that you finally found someone else that you wouldn’t be embarrassed with. It's my fault for making this stupid bet,” you said. 

“I’m an idiot for tonight. I didn’t realize that I was ignoring you, and I’m so sorry. I should have defended you when she was rude to you, and ignored her. Screw the bet. We were both idiots about that, it wasn't fair to Stacy, even if she is a bitch. However, I do still owe you a weekend getaway, and I promise I will be cold to her from now on,” he said kissing the top of your head. “And you, my love, will never embarrass me.”

You looked up at him, your heart racing in your chest. He leaned down and captured your lips with his. You stepped as close as you could, wrapping your arms tightly around him. When the kiss ended you whispered against his lips, “I love you.”

He smiled and pecked your lips again, “I love you too.”

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Dumb Ways to Die Snippet

I've been working on this in my free time when no other Au or fic feels like functioning. It is goofy and will turn serious later. For now though, enjoy a tired Reaper Ratchet as he is forced to deal with one very clumsy Orion Pax.

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“Reaper.” The Primes sat upon their lofty thrones, their gazes chilly and without emotion. Ratchet knelt before them, his helm bowed respectfully. He abhorred having to lower himself, but there was no denying the superiority of the creatures that watched him with optics so alien that it was hard to believe they were once living beings at all.

“Primus’s chosen has been forged in the living realm. He cannot be allowed to perish until his duty is complete.” Ratchet sighed as the unspoken order registered. This was one of his duties, regardless of whether or not he liked it. As a Reaper, he was not only to collect the dead and guide them home, but he was also obliged to watch over specific sparks that had divine plans that involved them.

He hadn’t actually had to deal with such a thing before. A few other Reapers had been assigned to mecha of importance, but Ratchet was new. He had only joined the ranks of the Reapers shortly after the Quintessons were driven from Cybertron’s surface. A bitter part of his mind reminded him that the reason he was probably receiving this assignment was because of his ranking amongst the Reapers. The pricks higher up on the chain had most likely seen fit to throw the work on him so they didn’t have to bother watching out for a fragile mortal for millennia on end.

Those slaggers. 

“You will watch over him and ensure his continued functioning until you are recalled.” One Prime spoke. Ratchet didn’t dare look up to see who. It was not his place.

“You are permitted to restore him regardless of his injuries so long as there is a rational reason that the order may use to make the repairs real.” Another’s voice rang out, powerful and commanding. If Ratchet were still living, he was sure his plating would be flaring in instinctual fear. At that moment, he was more than thankful for his lack of physical frame as he nodded in understanding.

“Watch over him, Reaper. He is a kind spark.” A firm but definitely feminine voice echoed. He knew her voice. She was the one who chose new Reapers to add to the order. She was the one who stood beside his dying frame and soothed him, promising him a chance to continue living in another form.

“I trust that you out of all our Reapers will tend to him faithfully.” He risked looking up so that he could see Solus Prime smile. Viewing the trust in her expression had all the anger in his spark dissipating like smoke. If it was her order that had him in his new station, then he could accept it. Surely the one she had chosen him to watch over couldn’t be too difficult to keep alive, right?

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“This is the third time this stellar cycle, mortal.” Ratchet wanted to bang his helm against a wall as he greeted his target yet again. Orion Pax was, once more, dying of a shattered spine after falling down the stairs in the Archives. 

“I apologize, Reaper. I promise I did in fact watch where my pedes were going this time. But unfortunately-” 

“You lost hold of your datapad and scrambled to grab it, leading to your tumble of doom.” Ratchet finished for him. Orion shuffled in the void, his expression the embodiment of embarrassment. This was not the first time they met, nor would it be the last at this rate.

Ratchet hadn’t been assigned to the Archivist for a full vorn yet, and Orion had somehow managed to die in over twenty ways in less than twelve deca-cycles. It was honestly quite spectacular. How he managed to last so long prior to Ratchet’s arrival was a complete and total mystery to him at this point.

“Forgive me. I shall do my best to improve and pay closer attention to my surroundings.” Orion bowed his helm slightly, his wispy form shifting as Ratchet rubbed the soft metal beneath his optics and prepared to do what he always did. 

“I’ve heard that enough times already. Don’t bother making a promise you can’t keep.” Sighing, Ratchet stepped forward and grasped at Orion’s spark. His ghostly form disappeared in an instant, and Ratchet exercised what control he had to build himself an avatar. It was as easy as venting for him, in large part due to the frequency of which he was forced to revive his target, but also due to his relative youth amongst the Reapers. He remembered what it was like to live, and that made entering the living realm easier.

“Slag, you really messed yourself up.” Looking down, Ratchet almost wanted to gag. He had been a medic prior to his death. He’d seen more than enough corpses to be largely unphased. And yet somehow, Orion Pax always managed to kill himself in both the most ridiculous and unsettling ways possible.

“Let’s get this over with.” Wishing he could be anywhere else, Ratchet knelt before the shattered corpse of Orion Pax and slowly eased the Archivist’s spark back into his frame. Mangled limbs straightened with painful sounding cracks, shattered spinal struts clicked into place while popping like bubble wrap. Before long, the Archivist gasped and coughed as his systems came back online. He lived again.

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Calista's Dream Chapter 6

It's so hard writing from Feyds POV that I worry about straying too far from his actual personality, and I don't want to ruin the vibe of the story, so I might not write from his view again. I don't own the art or visuals used. I'll link them at the end via Pinterest. This is not edited BTW so you might find some mistakes.

Warnings: sexual content and disturbing thoughts from feyd. 18+ only please

Word count:2.2k

Chapter 6

Feyd Rauth’s POV

My sweet little Duchess would adjust in time to her new home. She had no choice but to accept Giedi Prime and me as we are. I didn't want to fuck her in front of those sick old bastards, but when the Baron demands it as his heir I have to follow through. I’ve given her the day to rest and recover from the shock of it. She seemed so fragile after the ceremony and it didn’t sit well within me. I already wanted to gouge out twenty one pairs of eyes for daring to look at her. The mesh robe was the most coverage I could offer her. Knowing they heard her sweet little moans nearly made me snap. 

I did my best to be unbothered, because I know if he knows I feel anything for her he will continue to torment her. The ceremony was his form of retaliation for her words earlier that very day when I presented her to him for the first time. She was bold and didn’t show any fear even here on the home planet of her enemies. The way he spat the insult Princess Atreides at her made my blood boil but she fired back correcting him. She told him she was the Na Baroness Harkonnen now. She claimed to be mine right there in front of him and he couldn’t take it.

If it were up to him I would never have married her, but the Emperor demanded it. My uncle knows his place as much as I know mine. What the Emperor demands must be followed through on. With taking that into consideration there was no guarantee my uncle wouldn’t lock her away with the pleasure slaves. I had to be smart and calculated in my approach. I couldn’t show her too much favor or his jealousy will get the best of him.

I’ve been trying to keep her at arms length only allowing myself to stroke her hair after she has long been asleep in my bed. Nearly running away from her when she smells so tempting I feel my mouth pool with saliva. She only smells better now that I've been inside her. A coppery tang mixed in with her natural sweetness. The same copper smell as her blood. I would make her skin my home if I could. I would peel back the layers of her flesh and tissue and take up residence inside her. She would be me and I would be her and nothing would ever separate us. She would become my final resting place even in death.

I feel myself grow hard at the thought. Now that I’ve had all of her I can’t stop thinking about her. How she dared to ask for her own chambers, she was as bold as ever. There was one thing she didn’t understand, and that was that she belonged to me. Everything belonged to me. Her pain, her pleasure, every tear that fell from her eyes was mine to claim.

“Na Baron, your presence is required in the Barons chambers.”

At that my cock falls limply. I begin my trek on the familiar path. The double doors are slightly ajar and I hear Piter and the human blob speak in hushed tones. 

“Once she has given him a male child, you can dispose of her Baron.”

“She is merely a means to an end. She’s an insignificant pawn.”

I chose to interrupt them then, refusing to hear anymore of this garbage. I couldn’t afford to be implicated in a rushed assassination and if I hear anymore that’s exactly what will happen.

“Beautiful Feyd, thank you for arriving so quickly. Piter here wanted a word with you about your bride.”

Piter stepped forward slightly bowing and began speaking.

“It is imperative you breed the Atreides girl as quickly as possible. I have heard you’ve been spending most of your time with your darlings.”

I look between my uncle and his lackey. Annoyed with this conversation on the surface but deep down I was intrigued.

“I fucked her just last night. Uncle you were there.”

Vladimir chuckles heartily at that.

“My dear Feyd it may take more than once. In fact it could take several times. You heard Piter. You must breed her.”

“To what end?” I probe. 

My eyes are slit as I look between the two of them. They were obviously aware of something and they hadn’t shared it yet. 

“That's the reason she’s here, to provide a male heir for our house.” said Vladimir resolutely.

“Well if it is your wish uncle, consider it done.” 

He smiles broadly at me, so happy with my false platitudes.

“You seemed to enjoy her last night. I'm surprised you haven't had her again.” 

There was a glint behind his eyes as he spoke and I knew I had to tread carefully. 

“I must admit her Atreides cunt was warm and snug, but she is not equipped to handle my tastes.”

“You should train her then nephew. She is yours to do with as you please, but you must breed her.”

I nod my head, refusing to speak anymore, on the verge of lashing out.

“Go and insure our future Feyd.”

Interesting choice of words. He was hiding something as usual, but eventually he would share. I would make sure of it.

Later that evening I find myself lounging in the sitting area of our chambers waiting for Calista to exit the bathing chamber. I had one hand wrapped around my cock and the other gripping her discarded underclothes from today. I stroked my cock gripping it while I looked at the portrait across from me. Her untamed hair had teased me for so long I could not get enough of feeling the silken strands between my fingers now that she was more than just a vision before me.

The door creaked open and she stepped into the room without even noticing me in the dimly lit room. 

“Come here, wife.” I call lowly to her.

She tenses before turning to me. Her eyes looked wild like she couldn’t decide if she should run away or freeze. Her white nightgown was form fitting and plunged in the front. No doubt something she acquired while living here. 

“I said come here pet.”

Her umber eyes look to my lap and she gulps audibly before taking slow steps towards me. I toss away her undergarments and offer my hand to her. She accepts it and I pull her onto my lap so she can straddle me, my penis between us. I watch her closely trying to read her mood. Her pulse was fluttering so quickly in her delicate neck I wanted to sink my teeth into her there and drain her.

“Take off the dress.” I order firmly not breaking eye contact.

She slowly does as I ask. Her beautiful breasts bounce and sway slightly. Her brown nipples nearly match her lovely eyes and I feel myself leaning to take one into my mouth. I take her small hand and wrap it around my aching cock. She gasps at the feel of it, hot and heavy in her hand. I show her the right pace and grip to use. She’s a quick learner and I nearly question her about it, but I refrain. I give her tits all of my attention, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of them in tandem.

“I want you to take your pleasure tonight sweet little Duchess.”

“What do you mean?” She asks quietly.

Her hand stops stroking as she looks me in the eye.

“It means we will do this your way tonight.”

“Is this your version of an apology?” She looks hopeful. Round eyes and parted lips nearly make me say yes.

“I have nothing to apologize for, but this is the closest you’ll ever get.”

I grip her face and kiss her harshly. That’s enough fucking talking. 

“Wait. You said it’s the way I like it tonight.”

I relent and lean back on the chair and look at her expectantly. 

She slowly slides forward claiming my lips gently. She kisses me slowly with her sweet tongue gliding across my black teeth tenderly. I start to get impatient with just kissing so I grip her waist and put her bare cunt where I need it most. She removes her lips from mine and begins kissing down my neck timidly exploring things with the marvel of an inexperienced girl. Which she was. The idea that all of her first would always be mine nearly makes me impale her right then, but I don't.

“I liked it when you used your mouth on me. Back on Caladan.”

Without another word I stand keeping her in my arms as I walk to the bed. She wraps her arms around my shoulders startled. As I lay her on the bed she realizes that I’m honoring her request. I watch her slowly as I kiss her on her second pair of lips. Her core greets me with a sticky liquid coating my lips and I smear it all over her before using my tongue to flick against her clit. Her responsive little squeaks and sighs are like music to my ears. I spend my time teasing her, licking and sucking her folds as they bloom under my attention like petals covered in morning dew. Like the rain on Caladan on the lush grass. 

“Please stop teasing me. Please suck me where I need you to.” She begs.

So full of surprises and always so direct. I listen to her again and suck her swollen clit harshly and she moans. I roll my tongue like a snake over her as I suck setting a good pace for her. My fingers itch with the need to feel her grip them so I sink two fingers into her tight hole earning the loudest moan so far. Her nails dig into the back of my head no doubt breaking my skin as I feel a small trickle from one of the punctures. Fingers and tongue moving in sync I feel her walls flutter and grip me as she tense and cries out loudly. Anyone in the corridor would surely hear her pleasure filled cries. 

Once she comes down from her high she looks down at me and opens her arms beckoning me to her.

“Come here.”

Like a trained pet I did exactly as she asked. I settled on top of her between her warm thighs.

“Be gentle with me tonight, Feyd. Please.” She pulls me down to her lips and kisses me deeply. Fuck I’m obsessed with the feel of her, the taste of her. The soft give of her small body yielded to my hard muscled one. With the most restraint I’ve ever used in my life I enter her slowly. Her hiss is an improvement from last night's tears and pleas for me to stop. As I bottomed out inside of her only pleasure remained but I wouldn’t be blinded by it. I focus on keeping a languid pace she can enjoy. Excruciating deep strokes let me feel every centimeter of her, and I knew I would cum soon. She did something to me no one else ever has. She makes me feel pleasure without the pain. Something I haven't experienced in this capacity.

Feeling her now no one could convince me she wasn’t mine. She belonged to me and me alone. I would fill her up often so that my scent permanently blended with hers. So that you could not smell one of us without the other. My darlings would come to recognize the scent of her on me, and they would come to love it as much as me. I lock lips with her tongues clashing and tasting every inch of each other. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders pulled me flush against her. 

Whatever child comes from our union would be living proof of our joining. Our child would be half her and half me in the flesh and the idea appeals to me greatly. She tightened her legs around me and circled her hips as I pushed even deeper somehow. I felt myself grip her neck tightly, but she didn’t quit her movements against me. I groan deep in my throat and she screams silently as we both find our peak, but I refuse to stop. I need more, more, more. I start ramming into her much like last night but this time she doesnt ask me to stop.

She rides her wave with me never looking away from me. My grip on her neck doesn’t ease and I can’t make myself release her, not until I get what i'm searching for. I feel the tingles in my balls and a sharp jab in my lower abdomen as I force myself to cum for a second time in such a short period of time. Only when my cock has emptied every drop into her does my hand let go of her delicate neck.

Her loud gasp fills the room as she tries to catch her breath. I expect her to be upset or angry, but she isn’t. She looks satisfied, sweaty, and mine. A red ring around her neck was already forming. 

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I saw a post on tumblr ranting about darlings never actually fighting back or way too easily giving into their yan in dangerous situations. For the life of me I can’t find the post again but it really stuck with me and now I can’t help but think :3c

So here’s what my yans would do if they had a darling that would fight (and win) against them!!

<3 So it was a typical day.

<3 And by typical I mean that Milo was rummaging around your room to find some of your clothes or makeup to “borrow”.

<3 They can’t help it!! You have such a cute style! Milo loves having things you like and wearing them himself! It feels like you’re both truly together x3

<3 What they hadn’t accounted for was you coming home early from work. 

<3 You weren’t feeling too well, and after having gotten permission you got to come home early. Happy to finally get some rest, you walked into your house, set your keys down, and went right up to your room. 

<3 What you hadn’t accounted for was some guy in your room going through your closet.

<3 It was silent between the two of you, both of you staring at each other, frozen in place.

<3 Then panic ensued, you grasped at your pockets, trying to find your phone and run out of the room, but whoever this damn intruder was could move. Milo was grabbing your arms and pulling you back before you could even make it into the hall.

<3 They tried to calm you down, promise they didn’t want to scare you and something about liking you. You couldn’t pay much attention. Your fight or flight was kicking in.

<3 Without much of a thought you twisted your arms, causing Milo’s grip to loosen. Then you grabbed his arm and, using all your strength, flipped them over your shoulder. They fell onto the ground, coughing and gasping for air when their back hit the ground.

<3 You thought maybe that would be enough, but they were already trying to get back up. You quickly pushed them back down onto the ground with your foot, your heel digging into their chest.

<3 It was silent once again, the sound of both of you catching your breaths filled the room. 

<3 You expected more of a fight, but instead Milo seemed utterly ecstatic. 

<3 Their face was just as pink as their hair, staring up at you with the most loving but insane look. You thought they’d be furious, maybe scared? Anything but this. It only made him more unsettling.

<3 “Y-You.. you’re so strong!! ..Do you like throwing me around? You can do it as much as you like! You can step on me more too!! I’ll love anything you’d do to me ♡”

<3 What.

<3 You stepped away, more freaked out than before, but Milo immediately started to whine.

<3 “N-No..! Step on me again! Throw me around and make me filled with marks and bruises! I’ll cherish every single one!! I promise!!” 

<3 Milo thought it was exhilarating. The fact that you could pick them up and toss them around like they were nothing. It was just another thing he loved about you. They’d let you do it forever if that’s what you wanted. 

<3 You were a little torn on whether to keep trying to hurt him or to call the police, though regardless now Milo is a lot more bold when he swings by. All in hopes maybe you’ll have your way with them, in any way you chose ♡

(Small TW for a brief needle mention at the end ^^)

<3 With Kaito, he had just successfully managed to take you away, keeping you secure in his basement. 

<3 Now, when you woke up in a random room that looked like your own, but wasn’t. You were reasonably upset. 

<3 You knew you weren’t home. And one of the many reasons was the fact that the only door there wouldn’t open.

<3 You kicked at it, rammed your shoulder into it, tried to lock pick it with one of the various items around. Nothing worked. You were ready to tear up the entire room.  

<3 That is until you heard the door about to open, and immediately you opted to hide. Not that there were many places to do so. 

<3 Some strange guy emerged, someone you had never known. In an instant, you tried to run past him, but he grabbed you and pushed you back before you had the chance. The door was shut right after.

<3 If he had managed to get into the room, that could mean he had some sort of key. As soon as you got back up you threw yourself onto him. 

<3 You tried to throw a punch, but Kaito quickly caught it, yanking you forward. You caught yourself on his shoulder, shoving him back against the door. 

<3 The two of you fought for some time. Though Kaito never once harmed you. He might’ve tried to throw you off, directing your punches and hits to the side, but never attacking back much to your surprise

<3 Kaito wasn’t at all unharmed by it, scratches, hand prints, you could even see a bruise blossoming on his cheek. But he sure had endurance. Regardless of how much you fought him he never fell.

<3 You started to yell, scream at him to let you go as you clawed into his skin and shoved him aside, but he only grabbed you to bring you down with him. 

<3 Kaito had prepared for you to fight. But he had experienced much worse than anything you could ever give. He’d never hurt you, he’d let you beat him up as much as you pleased if that’s what you truly wanted.

<3 He waited until you tired yourself out, your punches growing more and more softened. 

<3 “You done, doll? Got all of it out of your system?"

<3 You threw another punch, rage compensating for your lack of energy. 

<3 Kaito only laid back to take it, moving his arms to wrap around your waist, something you were too tired to fight back against. Right when you were too worn out, you felt a sharp needle against your arm, and you fell asleep on his chest.

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WARNING/S: non-con, rape, loss of virginity, rough sex, rough vaginal sex, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, unprotected sex, multiple men, blood, assault, abuse, slavery, trauma, threats of forced prostitution, mentions of kidnapping/abduction, mentions of death, mentions or murder, mentions of injuries, mentions of suicide. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know.

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CH. 1 - THEIR REWARD

{54 BC}

Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly walks down the hall towards the man she despises more than anything in this world.

Dominus Julius Fabius. Her owner. Her master.

She wishes she could stick him in the neck with a dagger and watch him bleed to death, just like all the men he condemns when he forces them into the arena.

He’s pure evil.

The kind of evil Orcus uses to make an example of. The God of punishment and the Underworld is going to have fun with her master when he passes into the afterlife.

She’s lost count of how long it’s been. Five years? Probably more, if she’s being honest with herself. She doesn’t even know who she is anymore.

Except her name.

Amina.

To everyone around her, she’s a thing. An object meant to do as she’s told. No exceptions.

She runs her finger along the cold iron bolted around her neck, her slave collar.

Thirty coins. That’s what he paid for her. She didn’t know you could put a price on someone’s life but that’s what hers was worth, thirty whole coins.

“There you are girl” he growls as he grabs her wrist tightly and drags her towards a door at the end of the hall “I’m in a right mind to give you a lashing for making me wait”

“I’m sorry, they… they wanted to make sure everything was perfect” she mumbles, keeping her eyes on the floor to help hide her tears as she recalls the looks of pity on the faces of the women who got her ready.

She knows they know what her Master’s plans are, and she suspects the reason they took so long was to keep her from her fate for as long as they possibly could.

“I don’t care. Those fighters in there won me a lot of denarii today. You’re going to let them do whatever they want to you. All. Night” her master tells her, getting so close to her she can feel his warm, vile breath across her face.

“I… I’ve never…” she stammers, her eyes going wide as she realises what he’s saying.

“I know. I know you’ve never laid with a man before, they checked you when I brought you. That’s why I chose you” he says, a smirk spreading across his face. “Maybe I should put you in the Lupanar and whore you out after they’ve broken you in. Gods know you’d make me a fortune”

It takes everything in her not to turn and run as fast as she can as she swallows down the bile rising in her throat.

It would be pointless though, there’s guards everywhere. She wouldn’t make it to the end of the hall before they caught her. She’d be guaranteed a lashing too, a public one at that. Just like Vesta.

“I mean it girl. You’re theirs tonight. I don’t care if it hurts… in fact, I want it to. A lot” he whispers, pulling out a small dagger and cutting one of the shoulders of her dress, exposing her breast.

He runs the dagger tip over her nipple, pressing it into the sensitive bud until it breaks the skin, making her let out a small whimper of pain.

“If you resist, or put up a fight, you’ll be punished, and it’ll be much worse than what they’re going to do” he growls before pushing her into the room.

She can’t help but flinch as the large wooden door is slammed in her face, the echo of the metal latch being closed ringing in her ears.

She just stands there, staring at it as she takes shuddery breaths.

She knows what’s about to happen. What she’s about to go through. And there’s nothing she can do about it.

She’s trapped.

Locked in a room with three blood covered fighters.

Their reward for winning their master 5000 coin.

She’s their prize.

“Turn around” a deep voice commands, making her jump.

She closes her eyes, praying to the Gods that she wakes up from this nightmare as she slowly turns around.

She sees the man the voice belongs to and her breath catches in her throat as she fights back tears.

He’s the one who killed her brother.

Champion gladiator August.

“Name” he growls, slowly approaching her with a look similar to the lions in the arena before they attack.

“Am… Amina” she stammers, stumbling back against the door as he towers over her.

She can smell death on him. The twang of iron, of blood. Was it her brothers?

Her stomach churns at the thought and she wants to be sick.

“Amina” he repeats “honest, faithful. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman”

Under any other circumstance she might have smiled and thanked him for his compliment, just like she was taught, but not this time. She just can’t.

“I like to know their names before I take what I want” he tells her with a smirk.

He remembers them, every name. All the women he’s taken this way. Amina’s the latest entry on his ever growing list.

He grabs her dress and tears it off her body, letting the fabric crumple to the floor.

She instinctively tries to cover herself, but he stops her, prying her hands away from her body before grasping her breasts and squeezing.

A grin spreads across his face as he continues to grope her, pinching and rolling her nipples tightly between his fingers, making her whimper in pain.

The noise makes him let out a low growl from deep in his chest and his eyes go dark, almost black.

Before she can fully register what’s happening, he grabs her by the back of her neck and yanks her towards the small table on the other side of the room, forcing her onto her back.

He takes her legs behind the knees and pushes them open, exposing her to not only him, but the other two men in the room who are now standing behind him and looking over his shoulder.

Her stomach churns as she stares at the ceiling, her face burning with embarrassment as she tries to think of anything to distract her from the way he’s inspecting her.

She bites back a whimper as he touches her, his fingers playing with her most intimate area before spreading it open.

He lets out a satisfied hum, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees she’s intact, just like their Master promised.

“I’ve never had a pure one before” he says, to no one in particular as he pinches the small bundle of nerves above her opening, making her gasp loudly.

“They’re my favourite. Oh, the noises they make” one of the other men says excitedly, much to August’s annoyance.

“She’s mine, Lloyd” he growls, glaring at the man before turning his attention back to her, really looking at her for the first time since she entered the room.

And as much as she tries to look away, to look anywhere but the face of the man that’s about to brutalise her, she can't. Her green, terror filled eyes just stare at him, transfixed.

He’s seen her eyes, and that look, before. He knows he has. There’s something so familiar about them and it takes him a minute to place it. The man he killed in the arena a mere hours before. Her brother.

“You’ve got his eyes” he tells her before turning his gaze back between her legs.

She’s so caught up in the flood of emotions at what he just said that she doesn’t notice his finger pushing into her until it’s too late.

She lets out a loud yelp at the sudden pain between her legs, her body instinctively trying to close her legs and move away from the beast of a man in front of her.

He lets out an angry growl and yanks her up by her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table with so much force all the air leaves her lungs when her chest makes contact with the wooden surface.

“Don’t move” he growls, kicking her legs apart with his feet.

She grips the edge of the table, so tightly her fingers hurt, as tears well in her eyes. She prays the talk of his stamina is wrong, that it will be over quickly.

But it won’t.

When he’s done with her, there’s two more waiting.

And they have her all night…

The sound of his armour dropping onto the ground behind her makes her heart pound.

It’s happening.

Right now.

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying her best to relax when she feels him prod at her again, but it doesn’t matter.

He snaps his hips forward and tears into her with force, pulling a scream of pain from her that makes him grin.

In all the beatings she’s gotten over the years, she’s never felt pain like this.

It’s like a searing hot poker being forced into her over and over as she’s split in two.

The tears in her eyes escape and spill onto the table as he thrusts into her, over and over and over again. It feels like the more she cries, the harder his thrusts become.

“Best one I’ve had yet” he grunts as he lays over her, pressing her against the table with his full body weight, and starts grinding into her, moaning loudly in her ear.

He’s enjoying this, getting pleasure out of hurting her. How can he not? He’s a sadistic bastard!

Little does she know she’s not the first woman he’s forced himself into. It’s the whole reason he’s stuck fighting in that gods forsaken arena in the first place. And unless he dies there, she won’t be the last.

“You’re mine now, gonna take you like this whenever I want” he pants, making her let out a loud sob at the thought of him doing this to her over and over.

It all becomes too much and her stomach churns as bile rises in her throat, burning it as she chokes and coughs it up.

His moans start becoming louder as he ruts into her hard, his hips slamming her body into the table over and over and over.

“Oh Gods!” he roars, moaning loudly as his hips stutter then still before he thrusts into her as hard as he can, filling her with a strange warmth.

He says something to her, but she doesn’t hear a word of it, unable to hear anything except the loud ringing in her ears.

She lets out a loud whimper as he pulls out of her before kneeling and pushing her legs wider, smirking at the blood mixed with his spend dripping out of her.

He catches some with his fingers and pushes them inside her, forcing it back into her as she lies on the table, her entire body shaking and twitching from shock as she takes shallow, gasping breaths.

“My turn” the second of the men says, all but pushing August out of the way before grasping her by her hair and pulling her to her feet, making her cry out.

He pushes her to her knees, making quick work of removing his armour as she glances behind him at August drinking wine from a goblet and sees the size of him for the first time, enough to make Priapus himself blush.

She looks back at the second man, terror spreading through her yet again as she comes face to face with his member.

She can’t tell if he’s bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He’s going to defile her the same way August did without a care for her.

He hooks his finger into her mouth and forces it open before pushing himself in until she starts to gag.

He holds onto the sides of her head and starts thrusting, hitting the back of her throat with each snap of his hips.

A smirk spreads across his face as he moves one of his hands to the back of her head and forces her down onto him, deep throating her.

He holds her there, moaning at the feeling of the muscles in her throat squeezing him as she chokes.

“We can’t kill her, Lloyd” August warns as she starts scratching at his legs, trying desperately to get air.

He lets out a growl as he pulls himself out of her mouth and slaps her hard across the face before grabbing it and pulling her to her feet.

“You’re going to pay for that” he hisses, manhandling her onto the small bed in the corner of the room.

He climbs on after her, roughly pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind.

“Gods, I’ve not taken a woman this good in years” he moans, throwing his head back and gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts hard, spurred on by her cries.

“I wonder if her other hole’s just as good?” August says with a smirk, leaning against the table he just had her bent over.

“Let’s find out” Lloyd replies, spitting on her ass. He pulls out and lines himself up with her tiny puckered hole before pushing himself into her, moaning loudly at the muscles squeezing him tightly in an attempt to force him out.

She lets out a shriek of pain, her body going rigid as she tries, and fails, to get away from the man violating her in a way she didn’t think was possible.

He lets out an evil laugh and pushes her face into the bed as he starts thrusting, going out of his way to hurt her as much as he can.

The noises leaving him as he uses her body for his pleasure are burned into her mind as she prays to the Gods to take her and put an end to the indescribable pain coursing through her body.

He looks down at where he’s thrusting in and out of her and smirks proudly at the sight of blood.

“It’s even better” he grunts to August, gripping her hips so tightly his nails break her skin.

“I’ll have to try it next” August says, slowly stroking himself as he watches Lloyd pound into the woman at their mercy over and over again, moaning to himself at the sound of her cries.

Lloyd lifts her hips higher, thrusting as hard as he can into her at the new angle, turning her cries into screams with every snap of his hip.

He lets out a long moan, throwing his head back as he cums hard, filling her with the same strange warmth August did.

“Gods, I’m doing that again” he pants as he slowly pulls himself out of her bloody back passage before slapping her ass, making her yelp as she collapses into the bed.

“You’ll get your chance. It’s your turn, Nick” August says, getting the attention of the third man standing on the other side of the room.

Until now, he’s not paid much attention to the events happening in the small room, trying to drown out her cries and think of anything other than what he wants to do to her.

It’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t care. He wants her. And it’s his turn to take her.

He slowly walks towards her, removing his armour as he does before gently turning her over and climbing into the bed.

“No more… please” she begs quietly as he spreads her legs with his knees and settles between them.

Asking for mercy is useless, she knows that. All she is to them is an object to seek pleasure from, to defile.

The only thing she can do is close her eyes and brace herself for the pain as he slowly pushes in, a long moan leaving him as he fills her.

But when he starts to move, the pain doesn't come.

She opens her eyes and stares at him, confused, and scared, by what she's feeling.

Why doesn’t it hurt?

Why is it so different?

Why does it feel… nice?

“Gods” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as he starts to speed up, letting out a moan that drowns out the one that slips past her lips.

She has no idea what he’s doing differently to August and Lloyd but she prays he keeps doing it because it feels good, amazing even.

Her mind races as she tries to understand what’s happening. Why does she feel bad, so embarrassed and ashamed, when what’s happening right now feels so good?

He moves his hips faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he gropes one of her breasts before pinching her nipple hard, pulling another moan from her.

He slowly glides his hand up her chest to around her neck, squeezing the sides. The sudden restriction of air makes her panic and start clawing at his hands, making him squeeze even more.

Her eyes roll back as a weird pressure builds between her legs, making whatever he’s doing to her feel even better.

It suddenly breaks, making her moan loudly as a pleasant burning sensation washes over her, before everything goes black…

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[icycoldninja]

Could you please write Dante x male reader? The male reader is touch starved, because he didn't receive barely any physical affection as a child Can be fluff and/or NSFW

Yeah, sure. I chose to do solid fluff here to keep things wholesome. Here you go, and enjoy! 💜

Hug (Dante x Male!Reader fluff)

You and Dante sat on opposite ends of the couch, Dante occupied with his magazine, and you with, well, nothing.

While Dante was relaxing peacefully, minding his own business, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, mostly because you wanted to slide over and cuddle with him, but didn't have the courage to do so. The reason you were so uneasy was because you'd never really engaged in this kind of activity before.

Hell, you'd never even been hugged before.

Letting out a small sigh, you wrapped your arms around yourself and scrunched your eyes shut. You never knew what it felt like to be hugged by another person--the best you could do was hug yourself. A part of you was sure that Dante would gladly hold you for a while, should you ask, but another part was afraid he'd reject you.

"Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" Dante suddenly asked, startling you.

"Nothing," You quickly lied, running a hand down your face to compose yourself.

"You sure?" Dante asked, studying your expression. "You look like something's up. What is it?"

"I'm fine," You insisted, quite moodily, folding your arms to emphasize your point.

"I don't think so," Dante chuckled, setting down his magazine and wrapping an arm around you. "Come on, talk to me."

You shook your head, averting your gaze and keeping your expression like that of cold stone. A burning lump had developed in your throat, making you doubt whether or not speaking without crying would even be possible.

"Come on," Dante urged, squeezing your shoulder a bit too roughly with his strong, but rough hands. "Don't be so cold 'n uptight! You look like Vergil!"

You muttered a few swear words under your breath, still tense and on edge. Eventually, you realized that you'd gotten yourself caught in a web; Dante would never let you go until you confessed your issues to him, and considering the strength of his grip, it would be quite difficult to escape.

"Fine," You sighed, shifting your position. "I...guess I...want a hug."

"Aww, is that all?" Dante chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "You should've just come over 'n snuggled up to me!"

"Well....I..." You huffed out another sigh. "I don't really know how."

"What?!" Dante exclaimed, incredulously. "You don't know how to hug? That's crazy, Y/N, crazy!"

"Well, that's only cause I was never really hugged when I was a kid!" You retorted, angrily. "No one was around to hug me, so can you really blame me for not knowing how?!"

"No one ever hugged you?" Dante gasped, blue eyes wide. "Oh, baby..."

The devil hunter yanked you towards him, pressing your head against his chest; the softness of his flesh cradling your cranium, the warmth emanating from his body instantly soothing you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his waist, holding onto him as tightly as you could.

"This is how you hug, Y/N," Dante said, ruffling your hair. "Ain't it nice?"

You nodded happily, snuggling further into your boyfriend's embrace.

"I like this," You informed him, a small smile on your face. "I--no, I love this."

"Glad to hear it, baby," Dante replied, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. "Now relax. Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment. And remember, I love ya."

Nodding, you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to wander off into dreamland, your only guide being the rhythmic beating of Dante's heart, and his soft little chuckles as he kissed your head once again, giving you a gentle squeeze after.

You might have been touch starved and physically distant, but Dante was going to fix that--he was gonna hold you and love you as much as he could until your appetite for affection was sated.

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[nataliepruitts]

Our Precious Gem | Possessive!Bully! Tomura, Touya, & Kai x Reader

Chapter 3

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Trigger warning: A small mention of thoughts of suicide, mention of murder, mention of drinking, and mention of domestic abuse.

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It didn't take long for Tomura, Touya, and Kai to give you a bad name at high school, as they usually did, and any potential friendships you could have made were lost. You don't understand why they have to do this, why they have to isolate you from everyone else. Why can't they just let you live your life? You wish they would just ignore you like they do with all the other girls, that would be better than what they keep doing to you.

Ling went missing after his encounter with them and was found dead not long afterward, and that was only the beginning. All through the first year, anybody that tried to mess with you or get close to you would end up dead, anybody that thought they could flirt with you would end up dead. It didn't take you long to figure out who was doing the killings, those three were the only ones who could get away with murder in this town, and it finally dawned on you that they were the ones behind the beatings some of the kids in middle school endured.

By the time you guys got into the second year everyone avoided you, more out of fear than anything. You continued living this hellish life at school because of them, you had to do their homework, whatever assignments you guys were given, and when there were group projects you were forced to team up with them and they would make you do the whole project on your own. They would always take your lunch so you got to the point where you would just stop taking lunch to school, you would just wait until you got out of school and get something to eat while heading home.

You feel like you must have the shittiest life ever and you've even contemplated giving up, just jump off a bridge or something and end it all. The only thing keeping you going is your mom who is trying to get you out of this section of town and away from your abusive father and those three bullies. Stopping at the park while walking home from school and talking to your mom about everything that's been happening is the only time you can get peace of mind. When you told her about Tomura, Touya, and Kai following you to the high school you chose she started joking about them crushing on you and that they just can't stay away from you, but you highly doubt that was the case.

Because of your father, it's hard for your mom to get custody of you so you two come up with a plan for you to leave that section of town and go live with her after you graduate from high school since you will be a young adult and can choose where you want to live. Your mom lives in the other section of town where Shigaraki, the Hassaikai, and the Todoroki clan have no reign over, which means Tomura, Touya, and Kai have no rule there, if you could move over there you would be free from them. That's the thought that helps you persevere and push your way through high school, no matter how bad things get you just grit your teeth and push through it.

Unfortunately, things always seem to get worse before they can get better. When you're halfway through your second year in high school, your father has an accident at his workplace, the place he worked at your entire life, and he can no longer work. He fell from a high platform and completely shattered his hip, they did surgery to repair it but the injury was excessive and he was told that he couldn't go back to work with his hip being that bad. He was put on Occupational Injury Insurance to pay for all the medical bills and he was put on disability so he was still able to get money to pay the bills and get food.

The accident happened during summer break so you were at home helping him around the house, and of course, a lot of the money he was getting from disability was going toward his drinking habits. The money that was left over had to go to the bills which fell on you to keep up with. By the end of the summer break, you managed to get a job at a restaurant close to where you lived where you served tables, that way you can make some extra income to pay for food.

The owners of the restaurant were an old married couple that was way too sweet to be in this section of town, when you went in to apply for the job you told them about your circumstance and their hearts went out to you so they let you work for them for a pretty good pay. Knowing how hard it is for you to get food, the old lady always has a meal cooked for you when you arrive to work and she has you sit down and eat before getting to work, then when it is time for you to leave she will make something for you to take home for you and your father. When it was time for you to go back to school, they were more than happy to make a schedule that would work around your school schedule and would also allow you time to do your homework.

Being stuck at home with nothing to do, your father started losing his mind. He began drinking more which led to him becoming more violent. He used to just push you where you would fall and hurt your bum, or hit you on the head to the point where you would get headaches, but mostly it was mental and emotional abuse, the physical part was hardly ever to the point where he would leave marks on your body. Except for a few times where he grabbed one of your arms too hard where he left a bruise but you were always able to cover it up like it was no big deal.

But when he started losing his mind and started drinking more he started getting more abusive. He started leaving bruises on your body but they are always in areas that can be easily covered up with your clothes or your hair. A part of you hopes that someone will notice the bruises and help you get away from your father but at the same time you know that even if someone saw the bruises no one would care or bother to help you. The only ones you think would at least care are the old couple you work for and maybe two of your teachers who are really nice, but you make sure that no one ever sees the bruises.

Since you're now making your own money you start putting money away to use whenever you want to get away for a bit and you travel to the other section of town to see your mom. You show her the bruises your father leaves on your body and she looks at you with sorrowful, sympathetic eyes. She hugs you as you start crying, "I'm so sorry you have to go through so much, sweetie. I would give anything to see you live a much happier life." She really wishes she could help you but she knows how difficult it is the get the police in that section of town to take anything seriously, she tried, and she can't send the police from the good section over there unless she wants them to get killed.

It's become a thing that if any police officers from the good section of town are spotted anywhere in the bad section they will be killed on the spot, so it's impossible to send police over there to arrest your father. And unfortunately, your mom can't keep you with her as long as you're lawfully under his custody until you turn eighteen and become a young adult. But now that you have your own money you go to visit her almost every weekend and every time you get a break from school, it always gives you something to look forward to and more motivation to get through the school days.

You've been doing a good job at keeping your bruises covered up while at school, especially around your bullies. They're the biggest ones you make sure you hide your bruises from because the last thing you need right now is for them to start making fun of you because of your bruised body, that will just add salt to the wound.

Correction, you were doing a good job at first. As you approached the end of your second year the burden of everything going on in your life started weighing heavily on you and your mood started changing slightly. You started looking more out of it and had moments where you would lose focus in class, or a look of sadness would flash across your face before you quickly got rid of it and tried to pull yourself together, hoping that no one noticed.

But Tomura, Touya, and Kai noticed. They notice the far-off looks you give like something is weighing heavily on your mind, they notice the sorrow that flashes through your eyes before you push it away, the tears that begin to form in the corners of your eyes before you blink to push them back and keep them from spilling out. The three of them have known you since the first year of grade school so they know when you have a change in your mood, the slightest shift in your demeanor. You think that they would never pay enough attention to you to notice these changes but they do.

They watch you too closely not to notice when there is something off and when there is something that is obviously bothering you. They ask you about it but you just pass it off as being tired so they stop asking about it and leave it alone, until you slipped up one day and made a mistake that sent them over the edge.

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[giannasturn]

ׂׂૢ b l u e. ✧.* M.S & C.S

Chapter 1….

Warningsss: smoking, cheating (don’t do this) drinking, sex, p in v, cussing, arguing, cheating (for all chapters) ׂ

Summary: Matt & y/n start of as friends but it slowly turns into something more, what will happen when she ends up with his brother and leaves their connection unsatisfied..?

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Chapter 1, “pilot”

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me!!” Chris says, making my heart drop even more if that’s possible, and making me burst into loud sobs that I’ve been holding in for 45 minutes now.

“I knew there was something in between you guys I knew it, I knew you couldn’t be trusted and I chose to do nothing about it!”

“And every time I try to confront you about it, you cut it off quickly, and change the subject.”

“Your not fucking slick, I’m trying to tell you, tell you how I know everything, but your still choosing to fucking cut me off and try to fix it”

“But you know what y/n, there’s no fixing it now,I never want to see your fucking face again y/n, and that’s something that will never change”

“You know that’s not true” I say, the words come out of my mouth as me trying to convince him, but I think it’s really me trying to convince myself.

“You know what’s not true? our entire fucking relationship y/n the whole fucking thing” Chris says, now yelling so loud I’m pretty sure the entire street can hear

“I’ve been lied to, I’ve been cheated on, I’ve been manipulated, I’ve been fucking broken down into pieces over and over for you, and your still not admitting to it.”

Every word hits me like a bullet straight through the heart, I know he’s right, I know I fucked up, but something in me just wants to keep fighting because I love him more then anyone, and I need him, I need his hands all over me constantly, I need his praises and compliments 24/7, I need to wake up every morning to him snuggling the shit out of me, I can’t live without it.

“Chris I know but plea-“

“Get the fuck out.” He says, with a straight swollen face, I’ve seen him say things he doesn’t mean, but this is different. This I can tell he means it deep down. He means everything.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!” he yells.

His voice sounds numb in my ears, my heart feels like it’s been beaten with a knife over and over again, my face is swollen, my body is shaking, and tears are still falling even though it feels like I’ve barley let any of my emotions inside of my body out.

I quickly grab my bags since they were already packed by Chris, and make my way towards the door, follow me Chris, tell me to wait, tell me to stop.

Right before I open the door I hear him start to talk, a part of me feels relieved because I think he’s going to tell me to stop, part of me feels guilty because I don’t know if I want to stop.

My emotions are all over the place, do I wanna go and be happy with the love of my life, but be full of guilt, live with the fact that Chris hates me, and he’s not mine anymore. Or do I wanna stay and leave all my guilt and past mistakes in the past, and live a amazing future with Chris.. but without him I don’t know.

All I know is that if I could go back and change it all I would, I would’ve never went to the mall that day, I would’ve never became friends with them, it all would’ve just stayed the same and my life wouldn’t completely be destroyed like it is now.

2 years ago, (the setting where most all this series takes place)

The smell of salty fast food mixed with cinnamon and vanilla surrounds us as me and my best friend walk through the food court of the mall

“what do you wanna eat?” Ella asks me. The smell of salty food just makes me want fries, Chic fil a fries specifically, I want Chick-fil-A, I say.

Standing in the insanely large line to order, I get snapped out of my trance when I hear “oh my god Madi snapped mee” Ella says. “What is she doing?” I ask.

“Let me ask” she says. “does she wanna come to the mall with us?” I ask. Madi Filipowicz, is one of me and Ella close friends, we hangout as a trio a lot. We met her at a weird influencer party Ella was invited to, she brought me because me and Ella don’t go anywhere without eachother obviously.

“She’s with the triplets” she says. I don’t know the triplets, I follow nick on Instagram, and he follows me back, but that’s it. Madi is with them a lot, but I’ve still never met them. I know Ella has met them multiple times at her little influencer events.

Ella is not that popular, but she has a tad of a following on TikTok where she makes her “get ready with me’s” and stuff, so that’s how she gets invited to the events & parties.

“She said she would love to come and that the triplets are coming with her” Ella says. “Okay sounds like fun” I say, as we grab our food after waiting in line forever.

We are half way done eating, and as I reach for another fry, I see 3 same-faced men + Madis gorgeous self walking towards us.

“Wait you didn’t tell me the one on the right was so fucking fine?!” I whisper. She turns around, “Matt?” She says.

“Heyyy guys” Madi says. “Hey I missed youu” I say while hugging her. “Matt, nick, Chris, this is y/n, and I know you guys have met Ella before.” Madi says. “It’s nice to meet you” I say while shaking all 3 of their hands. “Nice to meet you” they say.

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We all 6 have split up now, I’m in lush, i just left Madi & Ella in Sephora, no idea where the triplets went but last I saw Chris.. I think? Was in American Eagle, yeah it had to have been Chris because I know what nick looks like and it wasn’t the hot one so yeah Chris.

As I go through the bath bombs, I find one with green, blue, red and black swirls on it. “Oh my god that’s my favorite scent from here!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see it’s Nick.

I bring the bath bomb up to my nostrils and immediately smell fresh cotton, mixed with pink sands and hmm.. lavender? “This does smell amazing” I say. “Not to mention it reminds me of Billie Eilish” Nick says, I give him a weird look.

“You know… her hair has been green, red, blue, and black?” He says. “Ohhh I see what your saying now” we chuckle. “I love Billie, I have a Billie tattoo actually” I say. “shut the fuck up, your joking” Nick says. I laugh and start to pull up my sleeve, revealing the tiny tattoo that says everything I wanted in a beautiful  italicized font. “Oh my God I love you already” Nick says.

After I get done purchasing the bath bomb, and a few other things of that scent, I grab the bag from the worker and start heading out the store with Nick. “Look” Nick says, pointing to a line at the Starbucks in the mall. “We should prank them” Nick says, referring to Matt, Madi, and Ella in the Starbucks line. “Bet” I say.

We quickly walk up behind them and push them into the people in front of them, they all jump and sorta bump the people in front of them at the line. In front of them is an older lady, blonde hair, looks like a Karen, with her daughter looked about 14 had highlighted hair, looks like a preppy pink Barbie girl.

The older lady gives us the weirdest look and we all just start laughing even harder at that, the daughter kind of starts giggling with us too.

Eventually we find ourselves at the counter and Matt, Madi, and Ella all give their orders. Matt turns around and says, “Nick, y/n want anything?”

I stand their and look into his eyes while he asks us the question, his eyes are bright blue and his brown silky hair sits perfectly above them. He has the perfect amount of texture on his skin where he looks normal but not like concrete, and he has the perfect amount of smoothness to his skin but not to where he looks fake. “No I’m good” Nick says. “And you Ms zoned out?” Matt says while giggling.

I quickly leave my trance, embarrassed, but in shock at how perfect he is. “Oh, sorry.” I say. “I’ll have just a iced white mocha please, basic I know” Matt gives an indescribable look and says “I don’t know if I should be offended or if I should be glad we have something in common, because that’s my order too” He says chuckling. “Be glad we have something in common.” I say. “Yes Ma’am” he says.

If I were being respectful, I would say that made my stomach flutter a little, and made me blush, which is true but it did more then that. Since I’m being myself, I’ll say it made my underwear soaked, and I’m now clenching my thighs.

I quickly hand him my card from my wallet and he puts his hand over it. “I got it pretty girl” he says, this one made me lose control. I want to pull him to the nearest bathroom and get down on my needs right then and there, but I barley know the kid, let me keep it my pants for now.

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We make our way back to the car, the sounds of bags bumping together and crinkling makes me wanna pull my ears off, until I hear the most perfect voice I know start to speak. “I hate the sound of shopping bags” Matt says. “That’s so fucking weird what?” Madi says. “Hey I don’t think it’s weird” I say. “I was legit just thinking about how I wanna cut my ears off due to the obnoxious noise these bags in my hands are making.” I say.

Matt’s voice is different compared to Nick & Chris’s, it’s more low & soft and to be honest I could listen to it for hours.

As we start parting our separate ways to our cars, i hear “meet us at our house, yeah?” Nick says. “Yeah just send us the address.” Ella says.

I open the door passenger door, and get in the seat. I turn to look at Ella only to see her already looking at me, giving me a “your not slick” look. “Girl you like himmm… and he likes youuu” Ella says.

“No I don’t, and no he doesn’t.” I say, blushing. “See you do though, and you know he likes you.” Ella says. “I don’t even know his favorite color” I say. “Blue” she says. “Okay…i don’t even know how old he is.” I say. “18”she says. (this part of the story is taking place 2 years ago) “Okay shut up” I say.

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We arrive at the triplets house, as I grab all my bags, I see Ella is already walking into their house, along with Chris, Nick and Madi. As I start walking up to the door I hear footsteps next to me, I turn to see Matt. “Do you get made fun of taking too long too?” Matt says. “Yeah all the time.” I say. “My nickname is turtle” I say, which is true. “Ella calls me a turtle because im always late everywhere, and I take forever doing everything” I say. “Nick and Chris say the same thing of me too” Matt says. “But they aren’t the one driving the car so they can shut the hell up” Matt’s says. We both laugh while entering the house.

“Okay so here’s the deal, im going to order pizza & we are gonna watch a movie and maybe play a few games and then you guys can sleepover if you want” Nick says. “Sounds good to me” Madi says. “Yeah” me & Ella say.

Nick picks up his phone and starts typing in numbers while walking to his room with his shopping bags. “I’m gonna film a haul for my TikTok” Ella says. “Anyone wanna be in it?” She says. “Me and y/n will show our stuff in it too” Madi says, swinging her arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to her.

As we are filming the haul, nick returns to the room and says “pizza is ordered, i was thinking we watch Shrek” he says, wearing bunny ears & sunglasses. Everybody starts dying of laughter, Chris is on the floor smacking it, Matt is covering his eyes and laughing silently, Nick is giving us the side eye while giggling, and me, Madi, and Ella are just dying in front of the still going TikTok.

“Nick they were trying to film a TikTok” Chris says, still laughing harder then ever. “And what’s with the bunny ears and glasses?” Matt says. “Don’t worry about it” Nick says while winking, everybody just laughs even more.

After everybody finally cools off from laughing so hard, we sit around the couch and decide to watch the Smurfs, since Madi does not wanna watch Shrek, and Chris wants to watch the Smurfs.

Our pizza finally arrives, and everybody dives in. Chris eats 8 slices of pizza which is an absurd amount, everybody else just eats a normal amount of pizza except me and Matt only eat 1. Nick ordered 4 pizzas for some odd reason, so their is a whole pizza leftover.

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After 6 hours of watching different movies, stuffing our faces with candy we ordered from DoorDash, playing board games & random games like truth or dare, we all eventually get tired and decide to go to bed. Madi is sleeping with Nick in his bed, and Ella and me are sleeping on their couch.

I wake up and look at my phone to see it’s 6 am, we went to bed at 4:30 am which means I’ve only been asleep for 1 hour and 30 minutes.

I hear my stomach growl, and I feel very hungry. I get up off the couch and tip toe to the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab the pizza box and place it on the counter. As I go to grab a plate I hear footsteps behind me. Oh shit I woke somebody up I think to myself, I turn around and see Matt standing there, shirtless with blue plaid pajama pants on.

His tattoos perfectly visible and pigmented on his arm, and his hands looking veinier than ever. I can feel myself clench around nothing.

“Came to eat more pizza too?” He asks. “Yeah” I say chuckling. He moves beside me and grabs a plate as well. We start to put our slices on our plates. “Could you not sleep either?” He says, as I start to open my mouth to speak I get cut off by him speaking again. “If the couch is uncomfortable you can sleep with me if you want.” He says.

I wanna take his offer more then anything, but if we sleep in the same bed, I don’t know if I will be able to contain myself. “I was asleep, but I just woke up hungry.” I say. “Oh” he says. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” I say. “I don’t know, just couldn’t.” He says.

We eat our pizza together sitting at the table, and talk about random things. Eventually we part our separate ways, and go to sleep.

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The next morning, I wake up to Chris smacking Matt for some odd reason, and Nick rolling his eyes. I check my phone and see it’s 2:30 pm. I quickly get off the couch and make my way towards the boys, Madi and Ella. “Someone finally woke up” Chris says. “Chris, the pretty girl needs her beauty sleep.” Matt says smiling. I blush and smile, but try not to make it obvious.

We gather all of our stuff, and tell everyone bye. As me and Ella walk out the door with our overnight bags, and shopping bags in hand, I feel a buzz in my pocket where I placed my phone, I grab it too see a message.

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……. The end

A/N I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter of blue, I know the name of this series doesn’t really make sense right now, but just trust you gotta wait till further on in the story, anyways so i put my whole badussy into this so please give ur thoughts in my inbox I wanna hear it all!! Love you guys smm

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fandom #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #tumblr fyp #spotify #sturniolo fanfic #giannasturn #bluebygiannasturn #series #matthew sturniolo

[walpu]

Aventurine x enigmata!emanator!reader.

Reader is known throughout the cosmos for using and abusing their powers as an emanator, having already altered the history of universes because of their own motivations. But no one knows who they are because they always change their identity.

No one can understand what their objectives are, not even the reader, because what they want to change and their motivations are always changing. The only consistency in this is Aventurine, reader fell in love with him in one of their altered universes. And when I say in love I mean madly in love.

Aventurine suffered as much in that life as in this one, so the reader tried endlessly to recreate the universe aiming for a good life for their beloved... but it never worked. No matter how much the reader changed or how they changed or what they changed, it was as if Aventurine was doomed to always suffer, to live a sad life with a sad ending in all of his lives.

The reader wanted to give up... but they never could. They will continue, try and try again... eventually they will have to get it right, even if it means that Aventurine will be happy without them.

NO NOT THIS TROPE WITH "BE HAPPY WITHOUT ME" I'M SURE HE WOULD RATHER KEEP HIS CURRENT LIFE WHERE HE IS WHO WHO IS AND TO BE WITH READER

Not to talk about my dead fandoms out of the blue, but in the pandora hearts one of the characters wanted to alert the past to keep his favorite person alive but in the end he realized than in the altered universe it wouldn't be the same person anymore, so he decides to be "selfish" and keep things as they are. So I can image the same scenario playing out there

#I think if Aventurine knew about their plan he would feel conflicted #he wants for hus family to be alive he really does #but it wouldn't really be him and hus family #it would erase his hard work his path #and most importantly his connection with reader #so in the end he would chose to keep things as it is #enigma!emanator!reader #aventurine x reader #reader insert

[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

#did you want her to...not end up with the doctor? #she ended up with the doctor. she ended up with the doctor and they get to AGE together #they get to have a real honest relationship the way they both always genuinely wanted #it's hard that the full time lord version has to carry on without her but that is the way that character's story ALWAYS goes #the doctor does not get to keep ANYONE. it would be a different show if he did #meanwhile there is a version of that same face of his - the one that was MADE for love? particularly born out of love for ROSE? the one 1/2 #2/2 that always wanted a FAMILY? and stability? and a normal life? the tenth doctor longed for that specifically because of rose #now he gets to have it AND be part-human so he doesn't have to watch her get old. he gets old WITH HER #and they're canonically growing their own Tardis so you don't even have to be sad that they're not adventuring in time and space as usual #because they ARE. it's the kindest ending for either character. and if the full time lord hadn't left without either of them- #-he would have had to lose them eventually. lose Rose because she's human? hello? painful? but instead he was selfless and left her- #-with a proper happy ending. which she CHOSE to have so you can't be like “he tricked her!” she chose to kiss one of them and it was Tentoo #they are the same man. Rose won in this scenario. #and I GET IT I am with Billie Piper I think it will always feel a little off that she was left with Tentoo and not the full time lord #I understand. it still makes me a little sad. but I know it's a good ending writing-wise. really the ONLY ending. #yes I know about the popular idea of Immortal!Rose or Bad Wolf Rose or whatever and that's cute and all BUT - it's not a GOOD thing #it's not PREFERABLE to be immortal. Rose doesn't want to live forever. she wants to be with the man she LOVES forever. #she doesn't want to not die or adventure for all time. she wants to be there to hold his hand. and when Tentoo is born she gets THAT! #Immortal!Rose is tragic. the Doctor would not wish the burden of immortality on the woman he loves HELLO #anyway #I ship timepetals. that includes Tentoo/Rose. because he is the doctor #so there #I have more thoughts on Tentoo specifically but I digress #maybe if provoked in an Ask or something idk #doctorrose #timepetals #opinion piece #tenrose #tentoo #handy

[sidereon-spaceace]

torn between wanting to make all my ocs Specialest Little Guys and overpowered VS. the fact I just finished watching all three extended editions of Lord of the Rings and am deeply moved by the struggles and worth of the common man

#ramblings #the end of Return of the King gave me many OC Thoughts and now you're going to hear them #might veto the whole 'Funney Big Weapon Guy is also psychic' thing for Sid Sibyl #won't fully un-magic him just cuz i made it a common thing in the setting but like. i might still nerf him a little in that aspect #his whole schtick is that he is aggressively Just A Guy #he's very persistent. won't come back from a job until he found the last crate that fell off the merchant's wagon or whatever #very good at sword-fighting. cuz he trains and spars a lot and eats like a furnace to keep up his strength #his 'high pain tolerance' is something im self-inserting where i won't notice injuries until later. a bit oblivious. just keeps on truckin #an altogether formidable combo but. he is so much Just A Guy #no super strength no immunities no super-charged magic. not even a cursed weapon to give him a leg up #he finally visits his home again and it's confusing why it's not the same as he remembers it- #-when he should have much more in common with old neighbors and vendors at the market than with his cosmically superpowered friends #old sights and sounds and some friends that give him a warm welcome-back but... it's not the same. it's not home. not anymore #from the moment he chose his path he could never go back home #and I feel like the tragedy of that would be undercut if i gave him something like future-vision or a magical sword

[ridaine]

Like Father Like Daughter

#dnd #dungeons and dragons art #dnd art #dnd oc #drow #half elf #Freyja #evantide #Alrith #tfw to avenge your father's stolen freedom you sell your soul #and end up accidentally repeating what he did #The difference is Freyja wholeheartedly believes she's in control #Hence why I drew her grasping the barb as it spears her hand #and that she has the chains wrapped around her other arm #Basically she sold her soul to avenge the ones who hurt her father #which is the opposite of what he would have wanted #All he ever wanted was his daughter to grow up and live a normal peaceful life #but he's blissfully unaware she's following in his footsteps #She doesn't actually have any freedom but she's so convinced she does because she chose part of it #She chose to sell her soul and will keep selling parts of herself for power #it's getting a little nervewracking #worried about the things my own pc is gonna do

[aroacettorney]

when will aup sidestories return from war and stop leaving me bitter about how the main story ended

#lumensis' characterization & death + the revelation of ludgers desire were extremely anticlimactic #700+ chapters of building up only to have the resolution forcefully/hastily crammed into. what. 2 and 1/2 chapters? #and am i supposed to care for his relationship with his mom when it didnt come up in 99% of the novel? #tbh it had *many* opportunities to come up but the author wanted to keep ludgers desire as mysterious as possible #and so it lost its chance to have any emotional buildup #well other than the implications of regrets which were frankly a bit oversaturated in the novel #(again. what happened to the 'show dont tell' principles) #honestly even occasional flashbacks to ludgers mom teaching him about all kinds of myths and lores when its relevant #would have helped in this aspect plus showcased his growth and development over time even when its off screen #(doesnt make his vast knowledge look like it conveniently came out of nowhere) #while also greatly enhancing the world building of his game breaking 'real magic' #anyway i think ludgers reconciliation w his mother would have been more impactful if ludgers past life came up more often #hell it would have done wonder in exploring his depth if we are going with framing his past lifestyle as a flaw #the thing about ludger as a character is that his past (in both worlds) is much more interesting than his present #bc its the only way we can see how he mentally changed in comparison as his changes are nearly non existent in the present timeline #(a part of the reasons why ludgercaseys relationship over time is an appealing topic is that it showcases both of their changes) #(reading about a protagonist who has no mental changes over the course of the story is no different than watching... a nature documentary) #im still v salty about how we never get to see arpas and bettys reconciliation btw #so do emotional closures between ludger and other characters #those are literally the meat of the story that would be worthy of their own arc #sayren why the hell did you rush through them and put them off screen #in the end instead of proving that he has finally learnt his lessons by confronting his emotions ludger chose to run away from it yet again #even if we are to assume that is whats gonna happen post epilogue why is his change accomplished by a goddamn last minute timeskip #(that is also lowkey a failed suicide attempt in disguise) #instead of what could have been... idk... a banger novel named aup #good christ #rant

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been having a rough few days, but I’ve been feeling a bit better so I decided to make some lil thingies for some spiraling upwards kitties :3

#keese draws #warrior cats oc #spiraling upwards #I’ve posted art of ratstar and pigeonbillow before but the other three I haven’t I think #but yeah these are some more of the minkclan founders #and by that I mean two of them are and one of them was a kitten at the time #lightning is haveniris’ mom but she didn’t trust herself to raise him so her clanmates sort of collectively raised him #and by that I mean mostly pigeon and two other old ppl that aren’t included here #light did end up opening up to him more and acting as more of a mom after he chose to become a medic tho #the two have a complicated relationship for sure but they still care abt each other a lot #oh yeah and literally all of these guys are dead by the time murtle rolls around except for haven #pigeon died about two years before the other two and raincinder has been dead since before minkclan was properly founded #which is unsurprising given she’s such an old withering woman #she mostly made it that long because she was given a guide sponsor life #so long story short not all starclan cats actually get to use the cool starclan powers and those who do are usually ‘sponsored’ with an #extra life and a cool star like marking #this isn’t a well known thing tho and even within starclan only higher ranking cats rly know anything beyond knowing that every now and #then new guides are chosen #now usually what’s supposed to happen is that the sponsored cat has a close eye kept on them and if they are deemed worthy they’re allowed #to keep their mark and become a guide once they die the second time #the main flaw in this system is that the cat who sponsored them has to be the one to revoke it #so if they refuse to revoke it for whatever reason there’s not much that can be done about it #or in raincinder’s case her sponsor ended up fading before they could judge her fully #so even though by all means even the most rebel friendly guides would revoke it easily she managed to keep her mark til death #this was ofc largely helped by her living til 19 fucking years dear god woman #but hey I guess it means minkclan gets a guide even though she’s a rly shitty one #rly that mostly only matters for the sake of nine lives and the sake of travel between starclan and the living territories #which actually does cause a lot of problems when all the guides decide to go haunt a child instead #oh also guides also pass on their mark to leaders who’s life ceremony they hosted #not the guide role tho each guide gets a new mark