#I AM working on a follow up post to call further shots on this. I'm calling all my shots individually.

[captainofthetidesbreath]

The depictions of the Highest Light in 3.01 are really architecturally interesting in that it appears significantly housed inside hollowed out mica bergs, rather than simply sitting on top of them as described. Either way though is really interesting to think about in terms of building processes, since mica is such a dangerous material. How do you build foundations and carve out spaces at that scale safely?

But, then we do know that, despite its dangers, mica behaves in an extremely predictable manner, which makes the process of digging through mica generally safe if you design around that. Predictability allows for its more volatile and incendiary characteristics to be easily and safely accounted for. So, for excavation in the Highest Light to really be of any concern, "a whole lot of very specific things would have had to go wrong," to quote the miners who worked on...

Oh.

What if the reason it's difficult to work out a satisfactory answer to why someone would want to cause the tearror or destroy Midst or any of the other results of blowing up the moon is that "blow up the moon" isn't the method, it's the goal itself? What if the timing during the Midst sale announcement is not because tanking the Trust economy is the primary objective, but because the resulting economic freefall is convenient for a distraction: the Trust will predictably prioritize fixing the economy over properly investigating what happened and why? What if this storm pointedly and conspicuously brewing is a plot point because the Highest Light will be functionally snowed in: nobody can leave, everyone will be trapped there?

What if Midst's moon was a practice run?

The Highest Light is on an islet of mica.

#This post is structured this way to represent how this thought process happened to me at 1:30am last night and unraveled until 3am. #I AM working on a follow up post to call further shots on this. I'm calling all my shots individually. #Midst #Midst podcast #Midst things

[aksually2008]

aksel's guide to relaxing media

A lot of people have asked me to compile a list of my go-to depressing/dooming media, but I feel it would be irresponsible to give you that without an antidote.

Maybe this will be of help to you on an anxious night and instead of smoking a cigarette you'll turn to this or maybe its a nice cozy afternoon and you need something to maintain that feeling.. either way here's stuff that I consume on those days:

Film/TV

Joe Pera Talks You to Sleep

This is something I have recommended to most of my friends at this point and if you ever give me the opportunity I'll probably talk your ear off about this man. I have a very special affinity towards this video, as it randomly found me on a particularly stressful quarantine night and boy am I glad it did.

I'm not gonna talk about it too much further, but if you're feeling a little bit lost or anxious, even after my 250 watches of this, I end up feeling a little bit better. If you like it make sure to check out his show, Joe Pera Talks With You on hbomax as it's one of my favourite shows ever!! The episodes are short and easy to digest :)

How to With John Wilson

It's hard for me to exactly describe this show, it's just one of those things you have to see for yourself to fully understand the appeal of it. For the most part, this show uses street footage of New York City and interviews with average everyday New Yorkers to convey some kind of narrative, usually disguised as a tutorial(hence the "how to"). There's a lot of absurdity, laughter and sometimes it plays with your emotions a bit, but sometimes it's nice to just unwind and learn about the insane industry of scaffolding in NYC.

Come and Visit Us Again

Okay, so this is probably one of the most niche things here.. Considering that it has 205 views as of me writing this and it's in estonian with no captions available.(Maybe someday I'll translate it)

As far as I can tell, it is a documentary short made by Liis Nimik, who at the time was a film school student. It follows the day-to-day of a village grocery store cashier and her interactions with the people who visit her store everyday.

Moms, dads, scary little kids and village bums.. It has it all and serves as this kind of a sweet time capsule of one particular week in this one Estonian village. I will admit this is probably extra comforting for me as I grew up near a village similar to this that also had a store just like this one. In a small village, the people who work at the local grocery store really become apart of your everyday life and I loved to see it captured like this.

I feel like even if you don't understand Estonian, it's nice background noise.

Malcom in the Middle

Need I say more?

Youtube

If you know me, you know I'm a fiend for comforting youtube personalities. Here are some of my favorites:

Steve Wallis

Even if you aren't particularly interested in camping, you'll still probably enjoy these videos. Steve is probably one of the sweetest dudes I've found on YouTube and he really knows how to keep a conversation. All in all, just nice to throw on if you just wanna disconnect for 30 minutes

Shirley Curry

I've loved Shirley's stuff for years now. She calls her viewers her grandkids and posts vlogs & let's plays. I think that covers the gist of it.

Featureman a.k.a. Tom Willett

This is an older gentleman, who for the most part shows you different meals that he makes & tells you stories about his time as an actor in the 1980s. Every video feels like you're visiting your grandpa.

GIFGAS

I found them quite recently, but they're quickly turning into my favourite Youtube channel. Videos of trainhopping, which are so well shot and the music choices are soooooo gooooood. Every travel vlog should have a mandatory requirement of at least (1) shoegaze song.

Roger Hance

Found this guy randomly on my recommended and him only having 4k subs feels like a crime. He's a bird photographer, who vlogs his outings and talks about all the little birds he sees. super cute.

Music

Below are a couple of playlists and tracks I recommend for this occasion:

Mixture of ambient tracks and just relaxing instrumentals. There's no vocals. During the summer, I would always listen to this if I was sitting in a park or doodling.

This is just some of my favourite ambient tracks. If you've never really listened to ambient music before, check this out I guarantee you'll like it.

I have fallen asleep to this so many times that sometimes i just constantly hear it in the back of my head. Maybe thats not a comforting thought but it helps me sleep so that's a price I am willing to pay.

That's about it though.. I didn't include everything, because this is already pretty long and I have to keep some things secret, but I hope you find use in some of this. bye

#comforting #aksually #Youtube #Spotify

[morallyinept]

HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

Howdy y'all! How have you been this week?

My week, despite flying by, has been so busy! But now I have a whole 10 days off of work - wahoo!

Aaannnd, its a certain someone's birthday on the 29th, 😏 so stay tuned for a lil' somethin' somethin' to celebrate. 🎈

Okay Jack, you ready to crack that whip, cowboy? Yee-haw! 🤠

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Chapter 4 of Five Days - I am so thankful for everyone's comments, re-blogs and general feedback on this story. It warms my heart to know you're all excited for each chapter as it drops.

H I M - A Marcus Pike one shot. My submission into the Pike Puddle and I gotta say, I have a few more delicious ideas brewing around in the ol' noggin for this handsome Agent. 🥰

My Protector - A Joel Miller GIFLET

Sent a hug from Frankie, Marucs Pike & Javi G to @avastrasposts on the first day of her new job. Hope it well, lovely! I am sure you smashed it!🖤

This week's Self Care With Dieter & Jett focused on identifying the signs of oncoming depression. Poor Dieter was sick from the rollercoasters.... and I spoke about everyone being welcome at Jett's place too this week.

Tuesday saw the first release of a new weekly feature called Jett's Writer Wow, where I'll feature a writer each week in the fandom who I think you'll fall in love with. Debuting on the first feature was the lovely El, otherwise known as @secretelephanttattoo and you can check that post out here with links to my favourite works of hers, and her full masterlist. Go give her a follow and show her some love. She is absolutely amazing and so creative. 🖤

☆ Things I'm currently working on

So much! Just know that there's a whole bunch of GIFLETS, one shots and further chapters of Five Days being queued up.

I also have another series I've been working on in the background ready for when Five Days wraps up (although, we've a while to go yet). It features a different Pedro Boy...

☆ Things I've read this week

I've updated my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week with so many new stories that I can't wait to sink my teeth into now that I've got some vacation time.

Admittedly my reading dropped off this week due to a busy work week. But I'm excited to catch up on all your works.

Shout out to lovely @chronically-ghosted who recommended my fic rec lists this week. Thanks to the anon who recommended my work to sweet @planet-marz1 to read, and also to the awesome @suzdin who wrote this awesome Javi P drabble inspired by the concept of my GIFLETS. And a big thank you to @elvinaa who was inspired to start her own Writer Wow.

I am so humbled and grateful that you've been inspired by me in any way. I love how sharing and loving this community is. People supporting and shouting for one another, and it's just divine. Really feeling the love.

I did squeeze in a couple of amazing fics on my lunch breaks this week:

Joel Is Such A Sap After Sex by @inklore A lovely, smutty drabble that left me wanting more of some sappy, post-coital Joel.

Scar Tissue by @wannab-urs The next instalment of her fantastic Dave York series Starving Season. Honestly, you need to read this - all of it. Stop looking at me and go and read it. You can come back to this weekly whip round after. Go on, shoo.

Very much enjoying reading @for-a-longlongtime's Pena & Rockford WIP and I can't wait to read the finished thing. I just know this is going to be legendary!

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Finally watched Strange Way Of Life! Oh my gosh, I am totally in love with Silva 😍 (ssh, don't tell Ezra!). What an amazing little film. You can read a full review of my thoughts on it here.

Earworms this week:

Mostly work, it's been a real busy week for me wrapping up things before my vacation (I am now off until the 31st - woo!), so admittedly it's been difficult for me to write and post as much as I've wanted to, but now I have a week off planned with some hiking, some writing and a whole bunch of R&R. 🧘‍♀️

👆🏻This is a great song to workout to, if like me, your workout playlist consists of nothing but headbanging, screechy metalcore... 🤘🏻

I'm a big fan of Depeche Mode, have been since my mom played them on repeat constantly, when growing up. This is probably my fav Depeche Mode song.

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that wraps it up for this week, lovelies. Thanks so much to everyone who sent Asks and DM's. And it's been real fun joining in on Discord with some of you too! 🤘🏻

Until next week, this is Jett & Jack cracking the whip on this week's whip round.

Stay kind & stay creamy 🖤

🖤

#jett's weekly whip round #agent whiskey #agent whiskey kingsman #agent whiskey jack daniels #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #jett's pedro boys #jett's giflets #jett's writing #pedro pascal cowboys #silva strange way of life #marcus pike #Spotify

[toushindai]

Life-Sized Blogging

toushindai / 30s / cis female (she/her/hers)

A known bisexual. Administrative coordinator by day. Writer also by day. Asleep by night, unless something’s gone terribly wrong. Autistic, at all hours.

My special interests take the form of serial fandom obsessions. It’s currently and very narrowly whatever the fuck Rauru and Ganondorf have going on in Tears of the Kingdom right now. If you followed me for (counts backwards on fingers) Hades, Transistor, Baccano!, Soul Eater, or any other fandom I don’t post about anymore, sorry about that. I do not have any control over the direction of the special interest.

I write a lot of fanfiction, specializing--I may as well cop to this, I think it's been the case since I was in college--in what we'll call eroticized power dynamics. You can find me on AO3. You'll also find me occasionally peddling my wares on my nsfw twitter. My main twitter, wallofillusion, should be considered defunct at this point.

Below the cut, I'd like to highlight a few of the fics or fic series that I'm proudest of for each fandom.

Tears of the Kingdom

Questions of Kingship: Two PWP one-shots followed by a multichapter plotted work. Elements of dubcon and noncon throughout. Recommended if you like made-up politics, think TOTK maybe should have thought a little harder about the implications of its made-up politics, or just want to see two horrible men who hate each other fuck about it.

Following Ganondorf's oath of fealty to Hyrule, Rauru "invites" the Gerudo chief to stay at Hyrule Castle while Gerudo's subsumption into Hyrule is negotiated. It's a strategic action; Rauru does need to keep an eye on him. But his frustration with Ganondorf's false humility hides a desire that even he is not comfortable with, and Ganondorf has his own plans for the self-styled king of Hyrule.

Hades

Hello it is I a megzag main. reach out and grasp will be your best starting point. It focuses on Megaera's friendship with Thanatos and how it is affected by her (and Thanatos's) relationship with Zagreus. This series is available as a pay-what-you-want e-book at itch.io. From there, feel free to branch out; there is a lot of porn here and some things that are not porn. A further guide to my Hades fic can be found here.

Transistor

Not so much of the power dynamics in this fandom but I love Red/Boxer so much. I am not immune to a sword with a gentle voice. Here's the two of the on the verge of becoming a couple; here's what was as far as I can tell the first Red/Boxer smut on the entire internet even though I showed up three years late. Here is a post-game fic in which they finally must discuss the final act of the game.

Baccano!

Maskmaker trio my beloved. I've written over 100k across two separate "Monica is alive" AUs and my sole comfort is that I could never be as obsessed with this thought as Huey is.

Mad Religion is a one of my masterworks: set in the 2001 of an AU where Monica never died, Huey and Monica stumble upon a branch of SAMPLE only to discover that Elmer has already stumbled upon the cult on his own and is trying to make their sacrifice smile. Because that's what he's for--isn't it? If you like writing dealing with unnamed religious trauma, this one is for you.

Other than that--wow I cannot even begin to summarize my work in this fandom. Here's Ronny and Maiza getting to know each other in 1711. Here's Huey being the worst father imaginable to Liza. Here's a lil tone poem of Huey thinking on Monica and Elmer in the 1930s. Conversely here is Fermet leaning real hard on Huey's boundaries. There's more out there, my friends, but it's so scattered. I'm not even mentioning Ronny/Lucrezia here.

Soul Eater

Hello it is I a Medusa/Stein main. And also a "Stein's relationship with Lord Death/authority" main (I was working through some things at the time).

What it Means to Lose Control: When Stein has to give up control in order to fight, some are more than willing to step in and claim it from him. A Medusa/Stein divergent AU. I turned this into an e-book, with some side stories included; you can get that here (mobi | epub)

A God without an Ego: An examination of the relationship between Stein and Lord Death—where it works and where it falls apart. Looks like I never put this one on AO3... well, I'm not linking each piece individually on ff.n. The best way to read these ones is on e-book (mobi | epub)

Prior fandoms

If you want to go further back than "the tail end of my college years" godspeed and for god's sake please don't tell me about it. WallofIllusion on ff.n, you'll find some The World Ends With You, some Ace Attorney (original trio), some Death Note, and some Yu-Gi-Oh!. Also more Soul Eater than I transferred over to AO3.

#fanfiction #tou and her liveblogged life #tou wrote a thing

[fantasylandbitch]

Hi, my name is Elizabeth and I'm 25. I have many different interests the current one being the Scream Series. My personality is a mix of a lot of different things so I'll link the post here so you can get an insight into whom you'll be following. I am also multi-talented which isn't something I like to brag about, however,...it's true and I am also Autistic so be patient with me if I don't understand something right away.

My friends call me: Elizabeth, Lizzy, Liz, and Beth (<-The nickname is growing on me)

Follow My Spotify: Wolfie

My Discord: Arkhivelovey

My AO3: FantasyLandBitch (<-This is new to me so be gentle)

Note: I'm working on trying to add the fics that I have been working on, on to my AO3 account so please be patient.

Like I said above, I will below. When I say I am multi-talented I mean I can literally do anything I put my mind and hands to like drawing by hand, digitally drawing, creating art for playlists, curating playlists, writing stories, making personal banners like the ones I made for myself, and geez so much more.

Note: I like to give advice sometimes and tell everyone what is on my mind but I try to keep certain information to myself. I also love telling dirty jokes, even saying some unhinged stuff and sometimes my humor is broken.

Below are the current fics I'm working on and will hopefully will be continuing to work on in the future in chronological order.

Scream 4-6: The Prequal: A Prequal series to "A Love So Understanding" where you get to learn about the upbringing of Y/n and how you navigated life before and after meeting the Core 4.

This will probably be like one-shots. (Coming Soon)

Scream 6: A Love So Understanding: Read the first Chapter to learn how Y/n and Sam start to become comfortable around each other will they fall in love or will Ghost Face start to put a strain on their relationship?

Scream 6: A New Season: After the events of Scream 6 / "A Love So Understanding Series," you get to follow a renewed series that shows how Y/n and Sam's relationship further blossoms. (Coming Soon)

Scream 7: It Ends Here: Follow the new installment of A Love So Understanding series where Y/n and the core four are setting up for Christmas in time for Santa Claus to come to town only to find out it's Ghost Face who is out for blood. (Coming Soon)

Fan Fic's I've Worked On:

Scream4-6: The Prequal (Coming Soon)

Scream 6: A Love So Understanding

Scream 6: A New Season (Coming Soon)

Scream 7: It Ends Here (Coming Soon)

One Shots

A Love So Understanding Series: One Shots

My Headcanons:

Sam Carpenter HeadCanons

General Section:

About Me

My Asks

Night Thoughts

A Letter To Her, To You, To Yourself

FantasyLandBitch's Spotify

FantasyLandBitch's Art

What I Make for Friends

Commission Work (Coming Soon)

#Spotify #Introduction #FantasyLandBitch's Introduction #FantasyLandBitch Lore #Multi Fandom blog #Art Blog #Currently in love with the Scream Franchise

[childotkw]

I LOVE THAT YOUR TALK ABOUT IT IS SO LONG. Also i am cursed because i so very very very badly want to read it but i know you are working on your many many tomarry stories + others. I love all your content oh my gosh. I wish you could write all of them at once 😂 please post when you publish because i want to buy them <3 if you had a blog posting about your original stories i would 100% follow though, PLEASE talk more about them if you want <3

sdkhfas;ldkgalskdjf thank you!!! Sorry it took so long to reply to this one!! I'm always happy to ramble about my originals 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And have a little snippet that I was thinking about the other day!

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Footsteps sounded behind him. It had to be Iva – only she would have the guts to follow him after his showing in the main hall.

“Dacre.”

He ignored her, continuing to root through the cabinets of their shittily cobbled together medical bay. The wound on his shoulder throbbed fiercely in time with every frantic beat of his heart, and the blood was beginning to seep through his hasty bandage. He could smell the metallic tang of it beneath the cloying scent of rubbish that clung to his clothes; could feel how a rivet was already twining its way down the underside of his arm.

“Dacre?”

“Where’s the spray?” he asked, pulling a cabinet door open. The glass bottles clinked nosily as he worked through them. He shut it a moment later, annoyance bubbling up viciously. “What’s the point of having a system if no one uses it, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

Iva let out a harsh breath, her boots clanking on the metal grates as she approached. “Dacre, can you just – will you stop.”

“What?” he snapped, slamming a drawer closed and spinning around to skewer her with a glare. “What, Iva? I’m a little busy if you couldn’t fucking tell.”

Iva’s expression was pinched, her lips pressing into a thin line and her cheeks leeched of colour. Wordlessly, she stepped closer and opened another drawer, pulling out the medi-spray and holding it tightly.

“Take your jacket off,” Iva ordered, quiet but blistering. One look at her face told him this was a battle he wouldn’t win, so Dacre shrugged out of his ruined jacket, hissing at the flare of pain.

Iva studied the large patch of bloody bandages around his shoulder, her concern for him briefly outstripping her anger. Gentle hands unwound his attempt at playing doctor, and Dacre remained silent as she then cut through the stained material of his shirt, baring the jagged slice to the cold air.

“What did this?” she asked, cleaning the area carefully as she shook the medi-spray in preparation.

“Who,” he corrected, looking to the side, and he knew she understood when the rattle of the medicine abruptly stopped.

“…tell me you didn’t go after that fucking DOVE, Dacre.”

The horror in her voice had him sneering. “I didn’t go after him. The bastard came after me. Caught me completely off-guard, nearly shot me twice and tried to slit my throat.”

“You let him get close enough to aim for your throat?”

“I didn’t give him a signed invitation,” Dacre said, gesturing angrily with his free hand. “He was faster than I expected and…determined.”

“Well,” Iva said bluntly, “you did put his partner in the hospital. Be glad he didn’t set up a nest and snipe you from a distance.”

The cold mist of the medi-spray instantly numbed his skin, and some of the tension he had been carrying began to ease. Dacre tilted his head further to the side, stretching out the muscles and closing his eyes.

Piers, he remembered.

The name that female DOVE had called out during their first encounter – shrill with protective fear. It had stuck in Dacre’s head without meaning to, ringing in his ears hours after they had shot the woman and escaped the ambush. It was a good thing too, because at least he had had a name for his would-be assassin when the man had been digging a blade into the meat of his shoulder.

#anonymous #original work #i love dacre and piers okay? #dacre is an asshole and piers is the feral dog that's gnawing on his leg #they deserve each other <3

[markcampbells]

Get to Know the Writer Meme: 1, 18, 27, 39, 55, 72! 😊

You know what I do? Reblog ask memes and posts encouraging ask box engagement and then I space on answering the asks I do get. It's called being a hypocrite and it's fantastic.

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

One shots, unquestionably, LOL. I did write multichapter when I was younger, and one of my first McKirk fics is loosely a five times fic, but I really prefer to write short stories with payoff immediately rather than stressing about if I've gotten momentum or plot development even and correct. I have a handful of multichapter ideas in mind, but I'm not sure they'll ever happen to my satisfaction.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Usually during or immediately after! In very rare cases before, if I'm struck by a particular lyric and I'm building a fic around it. Oftentimes I'm working on a fic and something that feels like it fits the vibe will occur to me. (My McKirk fics are almost all lyric titles, but thus far my FFVII fics have been bits of dialogue from the stories themselves, so a bit different.)

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Most favorite, I love getting to figure out character dynamics--dialogue, the ways they interact with each other, physicality based on if they've known each other a while or if they're just getting to know each other (I have two characters in my original stuff who used to be married and they have a frankly terrifying level of nonverbal communication I really enjoy writing). Least favorite, as I mentioned before, I am bad at plotting and feel a lot of stress over proper pacing, which is why I tend to stick to shorter stuff.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP.

Because I have it open in a tab right now, a bit from the FF7 fic I'm working on:

She feels the tremor in his hand, one that, if they weren't talking like this, she would have just credited to the mako poisoning. Super strength doesn't seem to make much of anything when your body's fucked six ways from Sunday; she's been keeping close since they got out of the lifestream, trying to make sure he ends up back on an even keel. So she can't let it pass, turns her hand over beneath his so she's lightly grasping it, only gripping harder when he tries to pull away. "Let go?" he pleads faintly, and she shakes her head. "Like hell." "Tifa." A quiet sigh, another plea. "Look. I appreciate all your help with this--this bullshit." He gestures feebly with his free hand at his legs sprawled beside him. "But--you saw what happened back at the temple, at the altar. What--what I almost did to her. You can't–" "Yeah, Cloud, you know what I can do? Blame Sephiroth. He killed her, just like--just like my dad." Her chest is so tight it hurts to breathe. "So don't you dare--ever again, Cloud, are you listening?--act like you did it with your own hands."

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

With McKirk fics, I definitely enjoy writing from Bones' perspective the most, and I feel very gratified that my readers' response to my Bones voice has borne this out, especially because there are elements of his backstory (both in canon and as I write him) that are totally outside of my experience. I take a lot of pride in the place I've been able to get it to.

72. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

I am an absolute mess in my original stuff, but with fanfiction I actually find it's easiest to go mostly in order! I usually have an inciting incident in mind that helps me set up the plot / character dynamic and go from there, like a character getting up from a nightmare, asking a question they need answered, being interrupted when they're lost in thought, etc. Sometimes if I'm really stuck I'll move further into the story and work on dialogue or interaction that I can more clearly visualize, but usually, I go in chronological order.

#thank you so much dan! #ask box #thank-god-and-you #my writing

[brookheimer]

HI! I just finished a rewatch of Veep, and im curious what you thought about how they ended it? selina becoming potus and being completely alone & Gary scapegoating etc. Also wondering if the writers changed mid way through? upon my 2nd watch i noticed it get quite fan-servicey and honestly like stupid, in the place of being sooo clever and original in the beginning (not abt succession IM SORRY)

omg are you KIDDING ME do not be sorry!!! i know this blog is on succession lockdown rn but typically it is truly jack of all trades and i am always always down to talk about veep. soooooo many thoughts fr you have come to the right fucking place

(under the cut cuz i don't wanna take up the entire dash w my veep ramblings lmao)

you are so right on all counts!!! great catch on the writers -- the wonderful creator/showrunner armando iannucci had to leave veep after season 4 because constantly flying back and forth between london (his home) and baltimore (where they shot) just wasn't logistically feasible anymore. thus, iannucci was replaced by a new showrunner -- david mandel, my arch enemy, who i would murder in cold blood if i could -- starting with season 5.

season 5 is, in my opinion, still a pretty great season; the first half or so is definitely up there with s1-4 to me! but the more comfortable mandel became holding the reins, the more he 'made it his own' and strayed from iannucci's formula and characterizations (which were originally pretty consistent in the transition period of early s5), the worse the show got, until finally we find ourselves with the absolute abomination that is season 7. so, if you haven't guessed, i am... not fond of the final two seasons, especially season 7. while it's not like GoT-level show-ruining, it's pretty damn bad, so long as you were invested in the characters. obviously the humor becomes waaaay more shock-value and cliche, everything gets very over-the-top and almost becomes a parody of itself, etc, but even then for a lot of people it's still funny and worth watching. unfortunately it is not my cup of tea for two reasons:

1) i loooove the iannucci style humor and the further the plotlines/characterizations/etc got from reality, the less the satire worked for me. i just don't think mandel handled trump administration era very well and it just... wasn't very funny, especially not compared to the other seasons. i talk about this some in this response to an ask from a while ago, if you wanna see me be very civil about it, lmao.

2) i love amy brookheimer. this is the main reason, honestly, because holy mother of fuck i have never seen a character so systematically ruined and torn down, especially not in a plotline the showrunner calls 'empowering.' i've written about this a lot already, actually, if you want to take a gander -- i'm so insane about this exact thing that i have literally written an entire essay on it that was published in a film/tv journal so if you want an amy character analysis/amy-centered denunciation of s7 that is unfortunately and inexplicably formatted in weirdly skinny columns (they did the formatting/photos, not me, lmao), there ya go. if u want more reading here's another late season criticism post about amy (and one about dan to boot) from other accounts that i've reblogged and shit.

what i liked about veep was how it balanced reality and satire, humanity and cynicism. but the later seasons dove into the cynical, satirical deep end and ended up no more meaningful than, like, just a bunch of 30 minute long SNL skits mocking trump. what made it interesting and good was the fact that it felt so real, and the humor came from the absurdity of knowing all of this could actually happen, and the fact that somehow we ended up rooting for these characters that are so blatantly despicable. but we did root for them -- if not to be president, to at least have lives that we'd follow and be invested in, to continue to have relationships with one another. the relationships were at the core of the show -- gary and selina, selina and amy, amy and dan, etc etc etc -- and while the satire and humor were what drew you in, the dynamics between the characters were what made you keep watching, and also what made the satire and humor all that much more poignant and funny! but. then came david mandel. and the rest, as they say, is history.

i really wonder how iannucci would've ended the show. i think very differently, lol. i don't think it would've become a blatant morality tale of Evil Person Does Evil Things To Succeed = Pyrrhic Empty Victory. i don't think selina would've been potus or that gary would've ended up in JAIL (which like looking at it objectively is crazy from the veep plotlines of early seasons which were, like, about which ice cream flavors to choose -- i miss the mundanity of it all!!!), i don't think jonah would've become trump on steroids or amy a miserable kerryanne conway or dan a sexaholic sleazeball. i don't know where it would've ended up, but god, anywhere but where it did, seriously. every time i watch an early episode it just feels soooo incredibly different from where the show ended up in literally every sense and it's just so sad!!! ugh. veep 1-4 and half of 5 i miss u armando iannucci please come back

#thank u for the veep question i loooove talking about veep #and also anything and everything ever i just love talking. but yea completely agree w all ur takes fr #also fun fact pretty sure the iannucci team had a lot of succession writers -- idk why british people are so uniquely good at skewering #american life/politics/culture/etc but between succession and veep they certainly fucking are esp compared to americans a la david mandel #agh #veep #asks #anon #amy brookheimer #tee hee <3 #long post

[jodiie-leighanne]

This one shot is intense, the warnings will be as follows.

 Descriptive mental and physical abuse

 Drug use

Alcohol consumption

Depressive and Suicidal thoughts

 Self-harm Mentions of sexual assault and rape but that will not be Indepth.

This short or short story is heavy I urge you not to read it if any of the above may affect you. It's based on true events; how do I know this? Well, this is my story, my journey with domestic violence.  I am not posting for sympathy, quite frankly I despise it.

I just wanted to use the platform no matter how small to bring light and share it. This has been sitting in my files for a long time, I'm ready now

This won't be kept up for too long.

Please be mindful in the comments. 

Thank-you.

May 2014

Steady beeps roused me from my sleeping state, this was the first time in years I slept soundly knowing within these walls I was safe, untouchable. Nobody could hurt me here, the air flowed freely through the tubs placed way to far up my nose as the steady drip of an IV bag tapped, I gave my fingers a wiggle they were still coming back from sedation, in a way also to ground myself into reality and prepare for the aftermath. Taking in the bustling of white coats through the small, windowed door, next to a large window blind partly open enough for me to notice the distinct uniform colours pass by. Mumblings outside could be heard; they were fuzzy still becoming clearer by the minute.

The stainless-steel door creaked as in walked the tall blonde followed by two men and a woman, I remember placing my palms down to sit up straighter the thought of professionals being in the same vicinity as I made me on edge. 

Clearing of a throat made my eyes snap to the people in the room, a doctor stood with their clipboard eyeing my stats carefully, making my body shift uncomfortably under the sympathetic gaze. I fucking hated that look, their sympathy was not needed here, what the hell good would that do?

"Miss, the officers here" Head gesturing to his left, tone soft and soothing, "They would like to ask you a few questions" Mumbling a 'sure', the female officer stepped forward pulling up a chair next to the bed as I dragged the mint sheet further up my torso, maybe it was shame or self-consciousness. Pinching my eyes shut, I took in a deep inhale readying myself for the questions ahead.

"Hi Jo, I'm PC Alan but please call me Amber" Nodding silently, my eyes stayed fixed on the bed sheets picking the loose threads on the waffled material. "We know this may be difficult for you, we just need to get an idea of what happened" Again, I chose not to respond they know what happened, someone obviously told them, brought them here to speak with me, a touch on her covered ankle made her gasp followed by a wince as the pain in her ribs stung like a volt raking through my frail form. "We found the folder" My eyes shot up at the mention of that folder, did they find everything else then? Anxiety plagued inside at the thought of someone digging through private files, riffling through each tormented secret.  Batting away the threatening tears, I raised my head to meet the watchful eyes of strangers.

They want to help you, they believe you. They want to listen, what if they don't believe you?

Then make them. Deep breaths, "It started three years ago"

Flashback. November 2011

Seventeen is a solid age, education is now optional no longer compulsory in the UK, luckily, I had just missed the threshold of it being changed to eighteen so left a little under two years ago. Lord knows I couldn't put up those twonks for any longer. I struggled with learning through words more of a hand on learner, school settings were not my thing, I did decide to attend a college to study health and social care, during my first week however the opportunity arose for paid work experience in a care home, I jumped at the chance not caring how long it would last. Dropping from college without a blink.

The management adored me, they saw promise which was something I was definitely not used to and agreed when she turned eighteen in only two months' time, i could work full time. I of course accepted it with a grin proud of my achievements, the even offered the potential of obtaining NVQs in health and social care for free, which again I was happy to accept.

Life was wonderful I had moved two months ago out of my mother's house which was full of animosity and arguments. I didn't dislike my parents they were just difficult to live with overbearing, overprotective and constantly in my business. So, I moved in with my boyfriend which happened to be closer to my grandparents that just heightened the appeal.

Ashley and I were the couple everyone envied, people described as an effortless beauty with freckles scattering over otherwise blemish free flesh, tattoos etched around my body as a way of expression, yes, I promised only to have one. Well, here we are eleven in, promise broken. I was petite, flat chested not a lot to look at despite what everyone said, maybe it was my personality that shone through every room, no one would look over my presence or forget about their time spent with Jodie. I knew my aura was electric, the definition of live like no one's opinion mattered because to me it didn't.

The night we met in August; Id had snuck into a night club around ten minutes from nans house in a small coastal town. It wasn't huge, the floor where sticky, wallpaper outdated but the owners were friendly and the vibe immaculate despite being underaged, the black dress paired with Nike air maxes gave me a gateway to slip straight past security with a grin. Attention was thrown my way in every direction. I won't lie I fucking loved that having the pick of boys. My numbers were still low, I'm just a tease. There was a thrill with the effect on the opposite sex, plus who doesn't love a cheeky snog.

Thats when I noticed three sets of eyes watching, from the edge of the dancefloor by a set of leather couches. Admittedly I swayed harder, feeling each beat of music hips rolling in a trance, sipping vodka and lemonade. More vodka than mixer of course, feeling a bolt of confidence I had approached the onlookers, staggering slightly. They were all older for certain, each man in a shirt sleeve rolled to the elbow. Handsome chiselled jaws, biceps that looked like they could cause damage.

One out of all caught peaked my fancy more than the others, it was the curly raven-haired male, navy blue shirt and dark jeans with trainers to coordinate the outfit. Conversation flowed with them all finding out they were seven years my senior, this didn't deter though, quite the opposite actually. After the night drew to an end, I had danced vigorously against the one known as Ash, shared a cheeky make out session, he began walking me home. Handing me a jacket due forgetting one despite nans reminders. A true gentleman. 

Numbers were exchanged, less then seventy hours later I was wrapped up in his sheets totally hooked on this man. Blame the daddy issues and bad streak with men for the way I gave in to them fully. Love, trust and body. 

Ashley was a chef and beyond gorgeous, women fawned at his feet but all he wanted was me and I was giddy about the fact. After months of dating around as mentioned we moved in with together at his mother's Cathy much to mum's concern. It was wonderful, he cooked every night, showed affection. Flowers and gifts we had the best time together nothing was too much for his girl, I knew that. His mother was an eccentric woman, but never made her feel unwelcome. Finally, I have a home.

Fast forward to April everything was the same, except Ash had lost his job and spent most his time at the pub with friends. Me? I was thriving earning shy of 2k a month pulling every hour offered, it was hard yet rewarding they became a second family in my workplace. One evening I was sat with Ashleys mother, drinking and chatting when I felt woozy, bile rising in my stomach, but I just swallowed it down ignoring it. There was a pattern every time the two women spent time like this, I would not be myself, mood would change drastically, I would prance around or vomit it was a mixed reaction. I never put two and two together until the evening she went to the toilet and saw Cath crushing a powder into my drink - turned out to be speed that she kept as a block in the freezer. I only realised she was a drug dealer after finding it on the search for chicken nuggets. Nothing was said however, it wasn't my business, but the dinner and beverages stopped. There must have been a reason she drugged me, right? There was also a time his cousin and sister joined, one set my hair alight luckily, she didn't burn much they then laughed how I was pathetic, how I look like a fucking wreck "aww poor little thing won't say a word will she" No alarms went off not one. 

After saving enough money three months later to rent a flat of my own it was above a local shop only two other occupiers up there, she was placing boxes in on her own when she first stumbled headfirst into her neighbour tripped over her own feet, box of books hitting the ground. "Well, what an entrance" the charming boy smiled he looked roughly her age, they both giggled as he offered her a hand up.

"I'm not known for my grace"

"I don't doubt that" He smiled cheekily, extending a handout for her to shake. "My names..."

"Jodie" A voice sounded behind her the tone was harsh something I used to but was steadily accustomed to, Ash came stumbling up the hallway. Since losing his job he drunk daily at all times with money he received from job seekers allowance and a small portion of my wages. "What are you doing out here, these boxes won't move themselves" His arms flung over her shoulder it was heavy due to his intoxication.

Meeting the strangers worried eyes and waved it off with a toothy grin, nodding she was ok.

I wasn't ok, far from it actually.

Eighteen months me and Ash had been an item now, long gone where the days of love. He found a new obsession, Cocaine. And had all but legally moved into my home, he wasn't on the lease it wasn't there it was mine; I didn't feel that way, however. He had his friends around a lot away at all hours snorting lines and drinking booze, whilst I hid in her room watching Disney films - my ultimate comfort praying they would go to sleep or leave. Usually, I never left my sanctuary. Not since Ashley had started picking holes in my appearance it started a while back, how I was too thin, had the body of a twelve-year-old boy. Sex was disgusting with me, he had to think of others. One night he actually had brought another woman home and fucked her next to me, I moved to get out the bed only for him to hold my wrist down and make me wash. Intimate pictures of me and videos id sent him, he sold to people for money. nothing was private anymore; my body was shared. I had no rights to it, the first slap I got was a warning. Luckily to date the only one I had, the accidents I kept having though, tripping every time he was behind me, or objects would always fly at my face that was often. Stepping out to sneak to the kitchen hoping whilst they played call of duty in nothing but a hoody as he shredded all my 'slutty' clothes with a pen knife. 

It may seem like I'm skipping parts I am, it always starts off small and barely there undetected to everyone even the person it happens to. Honestly, if I was to outline everything we would be here for hours, days in fact. But yes, parts of the abuse had started, and I was oblivious. I'd made it to the sink, beginning to fill a glass of water trying not to disturb the two men in my longue, I didn't do a very good job a strong hold held my neck face slamming against the corner of the counter, body rebounded to the ground like a rag doll. No need to cry from the pain, I tried to stay tough under the foundation I wore on an once makeup less face barely covered the bruises. The tooth he knocked out a few days ago barely pained her now;  Picking myself off the ground to easy for his liking so a knee struck my ribs, the pain was harrowing but still i fucking got up, hearing laughs emit the room as i staggered to my feet, pressing a hand to her temple that just oozed blood, "Look like you could use a Doctor Jo" Ashey's friend spoke, my boyfriend came to my side grabbing me by the roots, tugging my body towards where they sat. He tips something on the table, one my uncle gifted it was beautiful hand carved wood with tigers on the legs I loved that table, shoved to the sofa as the grip tightened, "Nope, she just needs to liven up" my face was pushed to a pile of dust, holding my breath despite the flurry of pains, I know what's on that table. 

"Don't be ungrateful, take it" when I didn't other blows to the stomach made me inhale harshness feeling the powder burned my nostrils and gather as a ghastly taste my throat. "Good job, now fuck off"

That night I sobbed, begged for it to stop. But I couldn't leave him know he had threatened to kill himself if I did. I would help him, he needed her. So, I started looking for jobs for him he was happy when he worked, unfortunately no one wanted to employ someone who smelt of stale ale.

I stopped seeing friends and family completely after year two passed, and a friend Rachel who worked at the local pub had noticed Ashley out with his friends at one in the afternoon, he dropped his card. She happened to be behind him and picked it up noticing it was mine. After she started questioning i blocked her. 

forearms and thighs were just crusted scabs now, even in summer i covered up. I invested in a first aid kit; it would definitely get used a lot. The burns kit was used in days of purchase as Ashley had held the soles of my bare feet over the stove as a punishment for forgetting to get his two sausages from the chip shop. Id received three broken ribs and a dislocated should for failing to put electric on the meter.

YouTube had been helpful teaching me how to fix dislocations, and sooth breaks. Once eight stone in weight she was now just pushing six. I hated the way she looked with a passion, eventually I began taking cocaine as well in the hopes it would supress my hurting. It did for a while.

I remember vividly watching a documentary about abuse and feeling awful for the females involved, men even. There was a woman that stood out she documented everything, kept it all encase he ever killed her, and someone needed answers they were all there. So, I did the same wrote everything down printed photos off at the library hoping they didn't check them, I was lucky.

Months went by I was doing four grams of cocaine a day which by the way is a lot and I'm surprised I didn't overdose. I tried to many times, no such luck. the abuse worsened, Lets skip to the month I decided to tell someone and the month I was free. May 2014.

To date from around September 2013 - April 2014, only seven months I had documented and recorded seventy-two injuries. Thats not counting the ones prior.  Most I let heal themselves or treated at home there was six in which I had to go to hospital, it wasn't just physical it was mental id become mute, not one word was spoken to anyone. Nan started turning up with my brother and they knew something wasn't right, Ashley was careless now he hit me Infront of my grandad and that old man chased the bastard in his car on the path, the coward ran home to mummy of course. 

Let me outline a few -

Broken nose three time, all my fingers broken on both hands, total of six ribs broken once the bruising died down, they were rebroken. Burns to my back, thumb partially served off as he took the guard if a metal fan and made me move it whilst it was switched on. three teeth missing, burst eye socket, broken ankle. shoulder dislocated twice, shattered kneecap that required a metal plate i had no visible cartilage left to protect the bone. A chip to my spine, busted lip that was just external. By now i had been sexually assaulted daily vaginally and anally with more than just what he had in his trouser, whatever he could get his hand on I won't list those but let's just say when I was eventually seen by medics, I needed full reconstruction down below I remember the nurses crying, my clitoris was almost completely detached. He had also attempted to suffocate me with a pillow which luckily just knocked me out for a bit. 

Anyway, you get the gist. Fast forward to the night I left, id finished an eleven-hour shift on a Friday night. Slowly making my walk home he hadn't touched me in two whole weeks, I felt brighter for once, that was until I reached my door and someone spun me round as I pulled out my keys I couldn't see their face in the dim light, something was digging into my stomach. I was scared but hoping they would just end my suffering I wasn't brave enough to do it myself. "Ash owes us money pretty girl, told me you had it. I'm here to collect", I knew in that moment I was done for I was minus two thousand and maxed out in every account, months behind on rent. He used it all for coke and drink. I had nothing, grandad was buying my shopping and paying my electric I had nothing left in my house to sell for money. I stayed silent for too long that's when I felt the knife enter not once but three times before he ran, I should have run too. But I didn't I went up to my flat hoping Ash wasn't home, hoping he left my phone in the draw, he made sure I had no means of asking for help, nothing. I was left with nothing. 

When I walked into my apartment, there he was I cried out for help. Him and two of his three friends stood up and I thought they would help. They didn't, they all began punching and hitting me most my boyfriend's doing that I ran for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and scream. I was assaulted on my kitchen floor by those three men, I don't know how many times. I saw the guy who didn't join in run, he left me there. Eventually I began still let my mind replay my childhood whilst my blood flowed across the room, dying I was dying, and no one would know. I prayed my family wouldn't find me, hoped he would throw me in the woods or something, maybe the sea. Just don't let my nan find me. My mum had reached out they all had, and I tried to keep them close, I couldn't let them see me like this. Not like this. 

Eventually I blacked out, someone must have found me and bought me here. I wish I knew who, I want to thank them for saving me.  It took two years for him and his friends to be prosecuted and it only happened because I kept a log of everything. He received seven years; they got community service. I got over my addiction and spent months in hospital being fixed.

Please, don't view me different. Don't treat me different that is not what I want. I want to move forward; fuck it I have. The scars and deformities are still there but I'm strong. I AM RESILLIENT. 

Speak up do not be afraid. Do not believe this is normal affection like I did. It's not. someone will come along and show you real unconditional love. 

[jadenoryuu]

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#danielle meanwhile has never actually experienced the holidays before so shes having a blast making her excitement everyone elses problem

I miei post migliori nel 2022:

#5

Today with Grafaiai. (◉ w ◉)

(I still need to check the tag, but since Devil works fast but fanartists work faster, I'm confident that there already are. (≧∇≦) )

67 note - Postate 2 settembre 2022

#4

Asking for a friend:

If Danny was bitten by a radioactive spider (and so didn't get any ghost powers), what would his hero name be?

Because I can't vision him using "Spiderman". 🤔🤔

86 note - Postate 18 gennaio 2022

#3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Clark Kent, Guardians of the Universe (DCU), Arthur Curry (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Mention of Freakshow, Batfamily (DCU), Batcave (DCU), Biological Parent Bruce Wayne, Fertility Clinic, Family Fluff, father-son bonding, ghost prince Danny, Green Lantern Rings (DCU), Episode: s02e19-20 Reality Trip, (mentioned) - Freeform, Attempt at Humor, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 6 of The Dragon's Danuary Xover 2022 Summary:

When Danny popped up unannounced at the Wayne Manor, Bruce knew that trouble was brewing at the horizon. What he couldn't have imagined was that his second youngest child would bring along something that would put the boy on the radar of an immortal alien race. Bruce Wayne was still learning "how to dad" a little more each day, but if they called him, he would always answer.

@amorpho I was almost late! Pokémon Legends: Arceus came out and along with my job, they made me lose the sense of time... (╥﹏╥)

(This is also why Danuary Seventh Day will be also delayed, I'm still a bit behind with that...)

Anyway, this one-shot heavily leaned on the prompt of this post (shout out to @five-rivers for reblogging it, making me remember the original idea and also salvage this crossover with their addition), but I definitely had fun with this story!

Maybe one day, after I read the Batfam webcomic, I could continue this, what do you think?

Wish me good luck for tomorrow, my Muse needs some prodding!

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97 note - Postate 28 gennaio 2022

#2

So here I am, bored out of my mind at work, and my brain travels across the ether of zoning out...

And a Crossover idea stuck!

So, do you Phans remember that animated movie that came out in 2009 called "Astroboy"?

[I mean this one.]

It was my first contact with the Astro Boy series and while I never explored the latter further, the movie amazed me and made me care (read: fear, empathize and ache) for the protagonist in ways that any other movie couldn't along with the first "How to Train your Dragon". (That's an accomplishment since after reading/watching many things I unfortunately became somewhat desensitized to plots in general. (╥﹏╥))

That being said, let's get back to the topic:

You all know how the movie premise is that Astro is the robotic replica of Toby, the professor's dead son?

What if we spin a bit of Phandom in it? <(꒪꒳꒪)>

There could be three ways to do this:

The first two have more or less the same trope = (post-movie) Natural Portal Shenanigans make either Danny or Astro cross dimension and Astro has Toby's ghost following him along for fun and only Danny can see him because he's an halfa.

The third take is the Fusion AU =

Danny as Toby dies in the same canonical accident, but the two cores instead of blue and red are green and pink/magenta ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

Phantom as Astro. In this Danny and Phantom are two different persons, but instead of "normal" superpowers/weapons, he's half-robot/half-ectoplasm entity (it's different than being a ghost, I still stan that ghosts are the post-mortem manifestation of the deceased's soul and you can pry this from my specter's cold hands) (Meaning: Phantom is not Danny's ghost in this).

Jack and Maddie as Dr. Tenma. They form an amazing team and something so trivial as an absentee single parent in Astro Boy canon won't stop me.

Frostbite as Dr. Elefun. I contemplated briefly Clockwork for this part, but the "supportive wise mentor" fit better with our favorite Yeti than with our cryptid stopwatch, not counting that he has already medical and technological knowledge in DP.

Jazz as Orrin (the robot housekeeper)? This one doesn't fit as well as the rest of the cast, so maybe there's no Jazz or she's in another city as studying-abroad-big-sister.

Sam as Cora. Rebellious girl with wealthy parents, who fights for her rights? Sign her in. (Not counting the teased romance between her and Astro/Phantom, that's only a plus.)

Tucker as "himself" (AKA not any particular role, just one of the orphans of the Surface). Techno-Geek that repairs robots for the Robot Fights and bonds spectacularly with Phantom.

Dani as ZOG. I know it's strange, but hear me out: ZOG was revived by Astro's core and it still keeps part of that energy, making it virtually both Astro's sibling and child! Ring a bell? Plus ZOG is a little shit when it's able to, so it's only a natural decision, really! (≧∇≦)

Cujo as Trashcan. Yep, the trashcan dog deserves the puppy counterpart.

Now that should be everyone! ...Or should it? Oh! Right! The Villains:

Freakshow as Hamegg. Who would be a better showman/ringleader than the insane circus owner who controls robots ghosts?

Vlad Masters as President Stone. Of course it was going to be him. Old friend of the protagonist's father? Check. Power hungry? Check. Wants the protagonist for one of his machinations? Triple check.

Plasmius as Peacekeeper. Pink/Magenta core explained! Who would have thought about that? (≧∇≦)

Skulker as General Heckler. Vlad's second in command and enforcer of his commands, it feels only natural.

There are so many other characters to assign, though at the moment I can't come up with what to do with the robot trio of the Robot Revolutionary Front or Valerie Gray, but this discourse made me want to re-watch the movie, so I'll probably add something tomorrow.

What do you Phans think? Is this worth considering for Danuary? (≧∇≦)

109 note - Postate 13 gennaio 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

You know what?

Here it's half-past midnight of April 3rd.

I'll cross-stitch your Danno.

473 note - Postate 3 aprile 2022

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[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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move me, baby

❤ Summary: You dance with the Avenger gals.

❤ Word Count: 2.5k

❤ A/N: Merry Christmas y'all, here's my gift to you. If you don't celebrate Christmas then here is my regular everyday gift to you. (PS might post a part 2 of this with Yelena, Kate Bishop, and maybe others if you have requests. I am also working on a part 2 of Debris)

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❥ Carol Danvers

On a peaceful early winter evening, you were blindsided by your girlfriend, Carol Danvers, taking you on a surprise date. She rushed into your shared home in a rural part of Massachusetts, took one look at you, and said:

"Come on; I have something to show you."

You had looked down at the black sweatpants and the (stolen) Air Force sweatshirt you were wearing and looked up at her incredulously.

"Can I at least get changed first?"

Your black bomber jacket and blue beanie collided with your face as she jingled her car keys. "Nope, no time, let's go."

Sighing, you pulled on the garments, slipped your feet into a pair of beat-up tennis shoes, and followed your girlfriend out the door. "Are you going to explain what you want to show me?"

"Nope, that would ruin the surprise."

You huffed and folded your arms tightly over your chest. "What could be worth leaving our home in the evening during a Massachusetts winter," you sputtered, teeth already clattering together.

Carol slipped into the driver's seat of her truck and shot you a wink, "Just trust me, please?"

Sighing in defeat, you yanked your beanie over your ears and stepped into the passenger side. The truck was already started because Carol had just arrived home, so it was comfortably toasty inside the vehicle. Curling further into the warmth, you quickly slammed your door shut.

Carol began to pull out of the driveway and down the gravel road. You rested an elbow on the middle console and propped your cheek against your fist. Glancing over at your girlfriend, you found her face was just as unreadable and stoic as ever. You and Carol had been dating for around two years now, and yet you still had a hard time figuring out what the superhero was thinking at times. Unfortunately, now was one of those times.

You found it difficult to gauge where the two of you were headed, the town was in the other direction, and there was nothing really out this way. The only thing along this road was a thick patch of trees that formed a mini wooded area that people sometimes used as a camping spot.

"Where are we headed?"

Carol grinned a mysterious, infuriatingly smug grin, "I dunno," she shrugged.

You offered her a fake scowl and lightly hit her bicep, "You totally do, you dick."

Without taking her eyes off the road, Carol gently grabbed the hand you slapped her with and leaned to the side to place a kiss atop the knuckles. "Your pet names never fail to woo me, babe."

Feeling your cheeks and ears heat up at the affection, you felt your pout crack open into a grin. "Well, I do try, Carebear." Carol dropped your hand and gave you a dramatic wounded look.

"You promised you would never call me that again," she whined.

"But why not? I think it's cute."

"I've fought Thanos and won; I feel like I deserve a bit more respect."

"What about Captain Carebear? I feel like it has a nice ring to it."

She lowered you with a glare that promised a night on the couch, giggling. You raised your hands in defeat, "Okay, okay, I'm done, I promise."

"Good, because we're here," Carol replied, stopping the truck into a park. You looked out the window to see the previously mentioned patch of trees. The mini wooded area sat perched on a steep hill with a ring of wildflowers surrounding its base in the spring and summer. Between the trees, you could see a faint glow radiate from the clearing in the center. Carol quickly hopped out of the truck and ran over to your side to open the door for you. "Let's get going, or we're going to miss it."

Hopping out, you followed your eager girlfriend up the hill and into the woods. The trees, bare this time of year, swayed in the late evening breeze. A chill shook your body as the wind ruffled your hair. You stuffed your hands in your pockets and trailed quickly after Carol. Eventually, the trees thinned out to reveal a small circular clearing. You gasped.

The clearing had been decorated with strings of white fairy lights that hung between the trees bordering the open patch. A firepit prepped and ready for lighting stood off to the side next to a picnic table. A red cloth was draped over the table and accented with a small candle in the center. A blanket was laid out on the grass in the center of the clearing. Carol set down a small boombox atop a red cooler that sat next to the blanket. The blanket faced an area where the trees parted to overlook the fields below.

"What is all this?" You sputtered.

Carol yanked a disc case out of her jacket pocket and gently placed it into the disc player. "I know we have been working a lot lately, and with all these missions, we haven't gotten to go on many dates. So, I figured I would remedy that," she explained. Her expression turned uncharacteristically sheepish as she looked over at you. "Do you like it?"

Within a few quick steps, you had your arms wrapped firmly around her. "I love it, Care," you sighed dreamily before standing on the tips of your toes to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."

Carol grinned and returned the kiss. "Before we eat, would you care for a dance?"

You raised an amused brow, "I thought the great Captain Marvel was above such civilian activities like dancing?" you replied, recalling back several months ago to the night you dragged her to a club. She had been insistent on having you dance with your friends rather than her. She claimed two left feet as an excuse.

The superhero shrugged, "Well, I figured if I'm terrible, no one is around to see."

"If it's any consolation, I won't be much better," you replied.

Carol offered you a tender look, "I'm sure you will be perfect," she murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your girlfriend gently pulled you closer. Taking the invitation, you rested your head on her chest and wrapped your arms around her waist. In the background, Donny Hathaway softly crooned 'A Song for You.'

The dance was by no means graceful. There were several occasions of toe stepping and half-murmured half-giggled apologies. It was clumsy, messy, pure, and perfect. Your head remained nestled under Carol's chin as you swayed back and forth, right hands clasped and the left ones resting around each other's waists. Your girlfriend pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. With the fire crackling behind, the two of you continued to sway in the fading light of the sun.

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❥ Wanda Maximoff

Your nighttime routine came to a crashing halt once you heard the sound of cries coming through your wall. The wall you share with your girlfriend, Wanda. Alarm bells screeched in your head as you quickly dried your face. Rushing out of the bathroom, you stumbled to get your clothes on. You blindly grabbed a black tank top and some blue and green flannel pajama pants. You walked out into the dark hallway of your shared apartment and wandered over to Wanda's door.

Your knock was soft and cautious as you called through the wood, "Wan? Is everything okay?"

There was a beat of silence then, "I am alright, Y/n. Go back to bed," Wanda's voice was muffled and shaky.

You ignored the order and leaned against the door, "Can I come in?" The was a long pause. Then, the door cracked open by a single crimson tendril. Carefully, you opened it further and slipped inside. The room was dark save for the slivers of moonlight peeking through the blinds. The dim lighting cast your girlfriend in a gray light as she lay curled in the middle of her bed.

Perching yourself on the edge of the mattress, you turned to face her. "What's up?"

Wanda gazed down at the crumpled covers with dull green eyes. "What is the point in having magic if it always fails to save those I love?"

You winced, "Wanda..."

"Don't say it is not true," her accented voice thickened as she continued, "My parents, Pietro, Vision," she looked up to meet your eyes, "How can you possibly stay with me knowing what will happen? How can I let you stay?"

Scooting forward, you sat beside her, and in one swoop, wrapped her in your arms. "I promise you; I have every intention of staying as long as I am allowed." With that, Wanda's thinly veiled facade crumbled completely. A jagged sob shot from her lips as she collapsed against your chest. Sighing, you silently pulled her closer. Your hands drifted to her lower back as you gently traced up and down her spine.

Wanda continued to shake with the force of her cries as you desperately attempted to soothe her. Finally, as if on instinct, you started to hum. It was a nonsensical tune, an incoherent song. You began to sway to the uneven, slow tempo. You continued like this, rocking the both of you back and forth for what seemed like hours, waiting. Finally, Wanda's sobs broke and faded off. Still, you did not stop. You carried on with your nonsense song and swaying until Wanda's breathing evened out. Only then did you stop, and you still did not let her go.

❥ Natasha Romanoff

Galas had never really been your thing. The music was boring and droned on for too long, the people were snobby and underhanded, and the hor'doeurves were far too small for anyone to enjoy. Despite this loathing, you loved your girlfriend, Natasha, and if she asked you to be her plus one at a gala, you would go. So, that is how you found yourself, sat on a white chaise, chin lazily resting on your fist. You had dressed in a form-fitting red wine-colored dress. The garment had a collar that revealed much of your chest and torso in a plunging V. Not to mention the slit up to your thigh that left very little of your gartered stockings to the imagination.

Most of your night was spent glued to Natasha's side, only engaging with people who directly addressed you. Most did not; after all, they saw you as little more than the Black Widow's eye candy. Considering you were not inclined to speak to them either, this did not offend you. Much. However, your plan to trail after your girlfriend all night was rudely interrupted by an old cohort of hers dragging her away. So, there you sat, sipping expensive wine and counting marble floor tiles.

Absently, you put the lip of the crystal wine glass to your mouth and tilted it back. Empty. Fuck. That meant you would have to get up to refill it, which risks the chance of bumping into someone and being forced to talk. Fully prepared for a wineless night, you flopped back against the chaise. It was not until a perfectly manicured hand offered you a full wine glass, did you stop slouching. Looking up quicker than you would ever admit, you smiled at your girlfriend. Natasha Romanov was dressed in a painfully handsome suit that matched the shade of your dress; the button-up underneath was a silky black that matched her heels perfectly.

"You're a lifesaver," you thanked earnestly.

Natasha took the empty glass from your grip. She waved a nearby waiter closer, set the wine glass onto the man's tray, and turned to face you once more. "I figured if I got you more alcohol, you would stop sulking in a corner."

Your cheeks flushed as your lips parted in offense, "I'm not sulking," you insisted.

The assassin raised a brow, "I beg to differ." Setting your face in an indignant frown, you sipped your wine. Natasha grinned before poking her bottom lip out in a mock pout. She bent down to your level and pinched your cheek. "Awww, don't worry, malyshka, you're cute when you pout."

You gently slapped her hand away and huffed, "I hate it when you do that."

Natasha stood up to her full height, "Let me make it up to you then," she extended her hand, "the night is almost over, and we haven't had a single dance."

Your fake pout morphed into a sheepish smile, "You know I'm not good at dancing, Nat."

Your girlfriend did not reply; instead, she silently kept her hand extended.

Your resolve broke rather quickly, and you found yourself accepting her invitation. The two of you walked hand and hand to the dancefloor. The song was as slow and uneventful as expected from a party like this; however, the moment Natasha's hand cupped your waist, none of that seemed to matter. Her other hand clasped your own.

Leaning forward, she guided your hand to her upper bicep. After placing a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, she murmured against your cheek, "Just follow my lead, okay?"

Swallowing down a bundle of nerves, you nodded. Taking that as consent, Natasha started moving. It started slowly and easily as if introducing you to the concept. The two of you swayed and rotated, slowly making a full revolution around the dancefloor. All the while, her eyes never left yours. The tension your gazes held seemed to light a fire in both your feet. Slowly, without any consideration of the tempo or tone of the song, you two started to speed up. Energy and giddy adoration sent sparks of electricity through the dance floor.

The idle swaying turned to twirls. She guided you into a quick spin. Then, with inhuman grace, she stopped your swirl and pulled you closer. Your back collided firmly with her front as she wrapped both your intertwined arms against your stomach. You gasped, face turning scarlet in surprise. She released you and quickly turned you to face her once more.

Hands returning to their starting places, the two of you stepped away from one another, stepping from one side to the next, back to the original position. Then, you snapped closer once more, chests touching and clasped hands extended fully to one side. She pulled your hands closer and guided both your arms to wrap around her neck.

Then, placing both of her arms around your waist, she twirled you around, your heeled feet fully leaving the floor. Your grin grew so big it hurt as you let out a loud, joyful laugh. She set you back down and guided you back into a dip. One hand was hooked under your leg, the other cupped your back in support. The two of you gazed up at each other, chests heaving. Your eyes were bright with pure jubilation, and your heart pounded so hard and fast that it made you want to jump and scream out your love for her. A silent chant of devotion repeats in your head like a battle cry.

Natasha kept her hold strong and sure as her green eyes glistened down at you. Her smile was so large it threatened to split her face in two, a seldom-seen expression for the Avenger. In her stare, you could see she was repeating a similar mantra in her head.

I love you; I love you, I love you, I love you.

#mcu x reader #mcu #marvel fic #marvel #Natasha romanoff x reader #Wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #black widow x reader #wanda maximoff #wandavision #black widow #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #captain marvel x reader

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📝 OKAY SO immediately my heart was like chasing butterflies ficlet from laura???? if that's not too wild to request, i know it's my fic but i would love love LOVE you writing for the cb universe. OR photographer!reader and maxwell lord okay i'm so in love with that au (i can't remember who all follows the main blog but it's tuskens-mando btw!!!) CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWERS!!! YOU DESERVE IT !!!!!!

Eri. I AM SO EXCITED. Also, I am picking both because I have no chill, but I am posting the photographer AU first. CB ficlet to follow...

Shutterbug

Pairing: Max Lorenzano x f!photographer (basically no descriptions)

Warning: 18+ fluff city, y'all

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: @coastielaceispunk and I have HC’d so extensively that post-movie Maxwell Lorenzano looks like Pedro in his Cartier ads that we now believe it as fact. @tuskens-mando and I took that one step further and came up with an AU where Maxwell IS the model for those ads. This semi-crack AU now lives firmly in my brain.

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You struggled to remember how it all started.

There was the call, almost a year ago now. The brand had hired a new ambassador and wanted the best of the best to photograph the campaign - you. Max Lorenzano, formally known as Max Lord, had left the oil world behind and just wanted to do the things in which he found joy. He loved collaborating with designers and photographers and had been clamoring to work with you. He worked his charm to get the brand to pay for your contract, insisting you were worth every penny and more.

In the first session with him, you had your normal two assistants with you and a bevy of wardrobe coordinators and make-up artists. Max’s charisma was undeniable, and the campaign was such a success that they booked you for every shoot after. Slowly both you and Max started dismissing more and more people from the set, eager to just spend time together. Hair and makeup now stay in their own trailer, wardrobe off-set and out of earshot. You dismissed your assistants, electing to manage the process on your own. Eventually, only the two of you remained.

There was something so intimate, so perfect about the way you two worked together. He would pull the most serious faces, letting you snap picture after perfect picture. The second you announced you had the shot, his face would dissolve into smiles and he would start cracking jokes in an effort to make you laugh. You were dying to photograph him laughing. You remember the first time you walked over to show him the results of a shot on the digital display, letting him crowd into your space. You were too busy analyzing the screen to notice how he was staring at your profile, and you were consumed with trying to steady your breath when you caught a whiff of his cologne. That was the day he called you shutterbug, his pet name for you from that moment on.

You were both so comfortable around each other now, working in tandem and knowing just what the other needed. The shoots were so effortless, but so invigorating. You had carte blanche to do whatever you wanted, and the creativity you shared was thrilling.

Today, however, something felt a little off. You had an outdoor shoot, which was always his favorite. However, Max wasn’t focused and was out of his usual rhythm, missing cues and seemingly not hearing directions. After a few frames, you lower the camera from your face and sigh loudly.

“What’s wrong, Max?”

He lets his shoulders drop, and mutters an apology. He leans against the brick wall and hangs his head. You’ve never seen him like this and quickly make your way to his side.

“It’s Alistair’s mother. She keeps missing her weekly visits, and it is crushing him. I am supposed to protect him, and I promised him that I would be worthy of his love. I just feel like there’s nothing I can do. I’m failing him.” Max stares down at the pavement, sullen.

Your heart cracks open, and you reach out to grab his hand. He immediately looks up, catching his intense gaze with yours. “Max, you are an amazing father. Anyone can see that within minutes of knowing you. You will love that boy enough for both his parents if that’s what it comes down to.”

Max takes a shaky breath, and you’re not sure who reaches for who first. You crash into each other, arms around each other, in the most enveloping hug of either one of your lives. You aren’t sure that you’re breathing anymore, and your heart is beating in your ears. Max tucks himself down into you, face in the crook of your neck.

“Max, your hair and makeup…” you say with a shaky laugh.

“I don’t care,” he says. He hugs you tighter.

After a few moments, you pull away and attempt to smooth his hair down without much luck. Camera hanging by its strap in the bend of your elbow, you take both thumbs and dab the tears away that had collected in the corners of his deep brown eyes. You kept expecting Max to be embarrassed, or push your hands away. Instead, you only see the most adoring look in his eyes.

“I’m here for you, Max. It will be ok.” You smile at him and squeeze his hand before taking a few steps back and lifting the camera back up. “Now get it together and act like you know what you’re doing,” you tease.

Max laughs, a full-body laugh that makes your heart leap. He looks like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders. Your camera shutter clicks in rapid succession. Got it.

Weeks later, you’re back in the studio for another shoot with Max. Equipment slung over your shoulder, you walk into...an empty set? Only lights set up. Normally Max would already be here, in the middle of a flurry of people getting him ready before they are shooed away. You start by getting out your tried and true camera but are quickly interrupted by an imposing form at your back.

“You’re finally here, shutterbug.”

You whip around, and before you can protest there are large hands grabbing the camera from your grasp.

“Max, what the hell is going on?”

He only smiles at you. “No shoot today. I rented the space.” He jerks the camera up and quickly snaps a picture.

You roll your eyes at him. “Might be a better shot with the lens cap off, idiot.”

He has the decency to look sheepish before letting faux anger take over his expression. “How dare you talk to your photographer like that. I won’t stand for this diva behavior,” he jokes.

“Diva behav- wait, what?? You’re not my photographer. Other way around, pretty boy.”

He feels a heat deep in his belly at your words and closes the gap between your bodies.

“No, pretty girl, I’m taking your picture today. Today is just for us.”

You saw the sincerity in his eyes. In the weeks since that day at the brick wall, you had since become damn near inseparable. He had spent every available afternoon with you, taking you to museums and picnics in the park. You had set up a special photoshoot just with him and Alistair, the results of which littered every surface on which he could manage to squeeze a frame.

Still, you couldn’t fathom being in front of the lens. “No, no. Please. I’m not- I can’t.”

He runs his hand across your shoulder, giving it a careful squeeze. “Just us, shutterbug.”

You smile, albeit with a worried look in your eyes, and pull the lens cap off the camera, dialing in the settings needed. You trust him, implicitly.

Max steps back and assesses you. “Beautiful.” He snaps a picture.

“Max, I’m not even in good lighting,” you scold.

“Imagine how amazing you’ll look in your light, then.” Click.

Max continues to capture you, following you around the small set. Making you smile, making you turn your back when he gets too close. The space is only filled with the sounds of your laughs and the click click click of the camera.

“Ok, enough. Enough. Give me the camera, mister photographer.”

Max laughs and holds it out of reach. He puts his arm around your waist, and pulls you close. “Just one together, shutterbug?”

You roll your eyes and smile as he holds the camera out for a selfie. Click. You grab it from his hand, finally. “Let me see your masterpiece,” you say.

Looking into the display, you see a goofy smile on your face and Max not looking at the camera at all. Instead, his head is turned fully towards you. Eyes full of love.

“Max…” You turn to him.

He’s there, he’s right there. Kissing you. It is such a sweet kiss, but your body feels like it is on fire. He steals the breath from you, not parting until you are both gasping. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long, shutterbug.”

“Just kiss me again, Max?” He happily obliges.

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That picture he took of the two of you, slightly blurry and off-center, is now hanging on the fridge in your shared house. Right next to the photos of Max and Alistair, and all the new photos you’ve taken since that day when you first kissed a year ago. There was the picture you took of Max when you forced him to try goat yoga, right next to the picture he took of you and Alistair when you (tried) to make him a birthday cake. Closest to your heart is the shaky photo that Alistair took of Max on one knee, promising you forever.

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I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for the ask, Eri. I ADORE YOU.

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[lvnatiq]

Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze.  He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. 

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?”  Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most. 

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

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I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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[harukamitsuki]

Voltron Band/YouTuber AU

Allura is the daughter of Alfor, who owns the company ‘Altea’. They handle huge bands and music groups. She is going to succeed Alfor when he eventually retires, however, Allura does not desire to take over the company and, instead, wants to manage a band. Alfor does not believe she will be able to live comfortably as a manager of a band. In order to prove she can, she gathers five different YouTubers and forms a band with them. She has two years to make them as popular and as successful as she can, with at least 2 million subscribers on YouTube. Obviously, two years isn’t enough time, so she picks YouTubers who already have a following, though they’re all under 500k, as she was restricted by Alfor. In the end, she picks Shiro, Keith, Hunk, Lance and Pidge to establish a band, Voltron.

And, of course, because they're YouTubers already, they're not gonna stop at just music. Cue a shit ton of shenanigans, Kallura, Lancelot, and shit ton of Adashi. (BTW, I'm listing things by age order, not favourites. If I were, I would have started with Keith and Allura.)

Shiro:

His YT channel is mostly playing horror games. It’s hilarious because new viewers look at him and think he’s going to handle everything really well, but this guy is such a baby. He’s like twenty-three, but he screams and jumps five feet into the air at a can falling from the shelf in a video game. Sometimes he’ll get a notification in the middle of a tense moment and will scream like no other. 463k subs. Sometimes streams on twitch, but usually uses YouTube. After a terrifying gameplay, like res, he’ll play a softer game like Minecraft or Ratchet & Clank.

Do not let him near a sad game - he will cry, and you will cry seeing it. He once played The Last of Us on recommendation and cried for the rest of the video when Sarah died. He had to stop the video early because of this, and nobody has recommended a sad game since.

Before the video ended, Keith calls out Shiro’s name, and Voltron fans took this and used it as further ‘evidence’ that there was something going on between them. Again, this was shot down without hesitation.

Lead guitarist/vocals. His voice is gruff, and he can reach the low and high notes, which makes his voice so fucking suitable for the rock genre. His vocals are the best in the band, with Lance coming in second, and then Keith. As stated previously, he’s quite emotional, and he uses this to his advantage, connecting to the songs on an emotional level. Sometimes, he’s even the one writing them. When he and Keith work together, expect many, many tears, or much empathetic anger.

He’s fluent in Japanese and English, and only half-so in Korean. He only started learning Korean a year before the story starts, so he’s only confident in writing and reading, not conversations. Keith is helping. Whenever he’s super scared, he screams in Japanese.

He was once accused of being a weeb and just went, “I’m Japanese, aho”.

He got into a car accident on the way to the concert and ended up with a fractured collarbone. He gets physio, but in his absence, he has Keith led the team, but he does have Lance on lead vocals.

Weak for Disney and love songs. He posted a cover of ‘you’re welcome’ on his channel, and it’s one of his most famous pre-Voltron videos. It’s also one of the reason’s Allura scouted him.

Engaged to a still-alive Adam because I am NOT A COWARD, VOLTRON--!! He and Adam are very happy together. Because they're both gorgeous and of age, people have taken to thirsting over both of them. Adam laughs it off, but Shiro gets a bit jealous, but not possessive. Fuck that toxic shit.

This is only one of the reasons he was disgusted by the idea of ‘Sheith’. Other reasons are that Keith is literally nineteen, and he’s twenty-three; Keith is his little brother - adopted, but still; Keith is demi-aroace. Need I go on?

Listen to him sing.

Keith:

Keith’s YouTube channel consists of conspiracy videos, analyses and theories. Occasionally, when he’s bored and CBA to go through the whole recording-editing process, he just live streams whatever’s on his mind. Because there’s no script, his streams tend to be about three hours, but most people end up watching the entire thing and get their mind blown. 337k subs. Strictly YouTube - no twitch. He has a naturally angry face, so most think he’s a hothead, but he’s such a softie.

He did a stream about why Hippos are the superior animal while hugging a hippo plushie. He was a bit sick and wasn’t thinking clearly, but he changed the mind of so many people because he was so fucking cute--

BuzzFeed and the like use him a source because he’s that fucking reliable and fast

Shiro’s adopted younger brother, but nobody really knows this. When they start gaining popularity, someone digs an old video of Shiro walking in frame in the middle of Keith’s video in just briefs and a tank top and people began speculating that Shiro was dating a fucking nineteen-year-old and they both shot that down because ew. (BTW, you can ship Sheith if you want, but, in this AU, they're adopted brothers, so it's disgusting here.)

Keith has PTSD from his foster homes before the Shiroganes take him in. When he’s sick and feverish and someone speaks loudly or looks somewhat mad, or if he does something wrong, even by accident, he’ll slip and start calling people sir or ma’am. He’ll hide in closets if he thinks he’s in danger, but he hates being forced or pushed into a closet. He takes the topic of abuse and mental health very seriously.

Autistic baby.

Just because he’s demi-aroace, it doesn’t mean this guy isn’t smooth as FUCK. He teaches Lance how to flirt properly, after he’s got past finger guns, a grin, and an overplayed pick-up line. When he gained feelings for Allura, you bet your arse, he flirted his way into her heart. (Little did he know, Allura already had underlying feelings for him, the flirting just helped reveal them--).

He’s the bass/rhythm guitarist, but he can play literally any instrument he deems interesting enough. He’s also very good at singing, though his tone suits solemn songs mostly, and he isn’t as good as Shiro or Lance in their genre of songs. He can also dance very well. Legit, this man can play: bass (obvs), guitar (acc & elec), piano, harmonica, the stylophone, a fucking kazoo, and even the violin. Most people think he doesn’t have the patience for any of these instruments, but they’re so wrong. He once mentioned this in a stream, and Allura snatched him up without hesitation. A man of actions, not words, but when those words are written, expect a lot of tears.

Keith actually has a lot of patience - he’s just passionate. He doesn’t have anger issues, stop assuming he has, you DICKHEADS--

Keith is legit a genius. This guy knows five and a half different languages. He’s fluent in English, Korean, Japanese, French, Latin (bc all the ancient texts are in Latin) and is half-fluent in Spanish. He can write in all of them, but is unsure about speaking in Spanish. (Lance helps him because toxic friendship = NO).

This is his voice. Listeeen. (Also, I'm crying. One of the comments for the first link says, 'im crying oml, Glenn singing this to Maggie. and keith singing this to mothman').

Hunk:

He has a cooking/baking channel, of course. He’s so fucking sweet, omg. 498k subs bc he deserves it. Gets Lance to taste most of his dishes, but Pidge gets the desserts/sweets. This man has legit been complimented by Ramsey - he’s that good. When he isn’t cooking/baking, he’s reacting as others cook, and his reactions are so fucking funny. Basically, he’s Uncle Roger.

Jamie Oliver brings him unsettling amounts of rage and fury. Gordon is his favourite chef, but he yells a lot and Hunk’s anxiety says NO.

He doesn’t livestream, but he joins Lance’s streams and plays all sorts of games w/ him. He was scouted bc, Lance bragged about Hunk’s drumming skills for Hunk in a stream, while also bragging about his own musical skills. Hunk is flustered, but he doesn’t exactly deny it.

Hunk, as stated previously, can play the drums, and is the drummer. He writes a lot of the softer songs, and those are the songs that people listen to feel better rather than vent. He can play the saxophone and the tuba, but not expertly. Yet. You bet your ass Allura is pushing all sorts of lessons on him when she learns this, and, before you know it, Hunk is being offered freelance orchestra positions.

Hunk is fluent in Samoan, English and is half-fluent in Spanish bc of Lance. He knows certain words in all sorts of languages, but that’s just because of his multicultural cooking. He also knows Go, Python and JavaScript.

Hunk has been offered the position of head chef, but he always turns it down because he doesn’t want to turn his passion into a job. It’s easier to manage with YouTube. Plus, he doesn’t like being confined to a set menu or genre. And he can’t eat what he’s cooked after as a chef in the industry. Plus, he can’t handle the pressure.

Has 100% arm wrestled the entire cafeteria in school for an entire tiramisu and won.

Anxiety mainly, but he’s so sweet, and he knows how to handle people - he just thinks too much and is very queasy. Almost threw up in his first video because of his anxiety. He gets over it, eventually, through exposure and Lance.

Lance thinks their friendship is a bit unfair because he relies on Hunk a lot, but Hunk disagrees. He needs Lance as much as Lance needs him, or even more. If it weren’t for Lance, Hunk would still be scratching his arms until it bled because of anxiety. If it weren’t for him, Hunk would still be unable to look at even a phone camera without feeling like he needed to throw up. Maybe Lance doesn’t know this, but it’s fine, because it happened anyway.

Lance:

He posts a lot of beauty videos, and sometimes gives commentary about crime, like Bailey Sarian, or just about whatever’s on his mind. Fans love him for more than just how pretty/handsome he is. Lance talks a lot about sensitive topics and handles it really well. He’s firmly against stuff like homophobia, transphobia, racism and so on. He doesn’t get overly emotional unless it really strikes home, like self-worth, anxiety and what it was like growing up poor. 435k subs.

Live streams on twitch mostly, but sometimes does YouTube. Twitch streams are gaming ones, which get way more views than his YT streams. YouTube streams are usually just him talking to chat. He hums and sings a lot in these, which is how Allura knew to scout for him.

ADHD, anxiety and lack of self-worth. He gets better, don’t worry.

Lance loves the water and took free diving lessons. He can go five minutes forty seconds without air at the bottom of a pool. He likes rain, but he hates drizzles as they keep making him flinch, and it’s uncomfortable.

A lot of people ship him with Keith, but this died down after Lance expressed discomfort with being shipped. He had to explain that he is bisexual, and it’s not because Keith is a guy, it’s because everyone from the band is like family to him, and it goes against his very being to be shipped with them.

Lance is the rhythm guitarist and can sing very, very well. He’s the second best in the group. He can play the guitar, acc & elec. He acts like he can dance, but he is so bad, somebody, stop him--!! He gets better, don't worry. He also knows how to play a launchpad, because of course he does, and a kazoo.

He’s fluent in English and Spanish. He’s the one to sing Spanish songs, like Despacito. He’s excited when he hears that Keith is learning Spanish and gets Hunk to learn Spanish too. When he’s really excited, he ends up speaking Spanish and confuses most people, but it’s adorable anyway.

Acts like he’s the smoothest guy ever, but he really isn’t. He’s so awkward and has no idea what he’s supposed to do. He has to be taught by Keith, of all people. It takes him a while, but after Keith seamlessly flirts with Galra employees, Lance ends up asking him right after they get the information they need and meet Lotor and the gang. He’s a bit oblivious.

Met Hunk in first year of middle school, and they’ve been besties since. He usually goes to Hunk if he’s feeling a bit sad or emotional. Hunk knows how to handle his anxiety attacks and knows when to tell Lance if he’s done something wrong or crossed a boundary. Because of his ADHD, for a long while, Lance thought the worst of people and suffered from extreme paranoia. This settled down when he started going to therapy and taking medication. He doesn’t need medication any more, but he takes it when he has a bad day.

His voice is so goood, but he's an asshole...!!

Pidge:

Vlogging central. Their channel is full of random, spur of the moment recordings of their life with Matt, Sam and Colleen. They prank Matt a lot, and Matt tends to prank them while they’re recording. They’ve accidentally walked in on Matt getting worked up over an Otome and nobody lets it go. Sometimes, Pidge catches Keith and Matt cuddling, or Shiro and Matt freaking out over a horror film. 327k subs.

Streams a lot of gaming, and they use IG for instalive for vlogging-type streams. They only use twitch if Lance and/or Hunk invite them to play. They’re a master at video gaming and always beat them in smash and the like.

A lot of people though they were a guy before, in an instalive, they were like, “Nah, I’m nonbinary, and I go by they/them pronouns” and Matt jumped in with, “and you’re biologically female, so they’re wrong in all possible ways lol”. So many people were shooketh.

Pidge is the pianist. They can play the keyboard, mainly, but can also play the flute. Their vocals are mediocre, so they’re not really relied on for singing, like Hunk. They reveal this when Matt gets them to play for the video, and they play Lavender Town from Pokemon.

They’re very much multilingual, like Keith. They’re fully fluent in English, Italian, Spanish, French and Russian. They’ve recently started learning Polish and can only write thus far. If you include computer languages, then they’re also fluent in Scala, Python, C, Go and JavaScript. They want to learn Japanese and get Shiro and Keith to teach them.

Pidge has collaborated a couple of times to create websites for popular YouTubers, but despite being credited, they don’t get much recognition or attention. They create the website for Voltron when they start to gain popularity. At some point, a game company reaches out to them and requests aid to program their game, and Pidge is ecstatic and works freelance for them on the side.

They’re aroace and bond with Keith over being ace. When they told this to Lance and Hunk the first time, they had to create a whole ass PowerPoint about what it meant. This PowerPoint was what led Lance to question his own sexuality. In the end, they were both very supportive.

Pidge knows everyone pre-Voltron, apart from the Alteans. Matt was besties with Shiro and Keith, so they met them that way, and they met Lance and Hunk at comic con. They usually talk with Keith in French for the lols and to piss everyone off.

They were the most hesitant about Voltron, but caved in the end after feeling the rush after their first performance, even though it was private and a spur-of-the-moment thing, courtesy of Shiro. (Lemonade Mouth who?? lol).

Allura:

Allura is the daughter of Alfor, who owns the company ‘Altea’. They handle huge bands and music groups. She is going to succeed Alfor when he eventually retires, however, Allura does not desire to take over the company and, instead, wants to manage a band. Alfor does not believe she will be able to live comfortably as a manager of a band. In order to prove she can, she gathers five different YouTubers and forms a band with them. She has two years to make them as popular and as successful as she can, with at least 2 million subscribers on YouTube. Obviously, two years isn’t enough time, so she picks YouTubers who already have a following, though they’re all under 500k, as she was restricted by Alfor. In the end, she picks Shiro, Keith, Lance, Pidge and Hunk to establish a band, Voltron.

Because of her prestigious background, Allura was taught aikido just in case anyone tries to harm or kidnap her. While aikido is a self-defence form of martial arts, she is plenty capable of starting fights if anyone wrongs her or her family/friends.

She grew up with Romelle, who she met at a private middle school. Allura only found out about the others because of Romelle, who prefers niche and smaller YouTubers whose following aren’t big enough to be overwhelmingly toxic. They banter so much that it actually shocks the others when they see their interactions because of how rude they are to each other. Basically, it’s British banter, where they take jabs at literally everything and that’s how you know they’re family. Romelle is actually the one to get her to realise that she loves Keith.

When she joins, Allura gets on them vocals, able to sing both high and low, though not baritone. Her voice is literally the most soothing thing ever. She debuts with 'Would you be so kind?' which fans adored. Her best moment, however, is when she sung Sweater Weather w/ Keith. This is the song that made her begin to realise that she has some sort of feelings towards Keith. It was also the song that cemented Keith’s feelings towards her and made all the haters, who’d been opposed to Allura joining, shut the fuck up.

The only real vendetta Allura has against Galra Entertainment is due to a rivalry. In the past, Altea and Galra had been one entertainment company, but Zarkon got too big for his own good and split the company in half, with Alfor as Altea’s head and Zarkon as Galra’s head. The other three in their band/company ended up going into different careers. Trigel became an audio engineer. Blayzt became a casting manager. Gyrgan became a cinematographer. Allura is still close to them, but only because they care about them and show that they do. Zarkon does not, which is why she does not like him.

Voltron:

Voltron’s definition: A group of things that are more powerful when combined. Fandom is known as the Voltron Coalition, VoCoal’s, (Vocals). They grow hella fast as all the members are diverse and attractive, sound good, and already have a following. They reach the goal of two million subs in a single year.

They start by uploading covers of classics and then release an original album.

Their instruments are all colour-coded. When Shiro has to take a break on tour, Allura steps in. She takes over Keith’s bass guitar and Keith takes over lead guitarist and vocals, but Lance is the one taking on the heavy and hard vocals. Allura can also sing very well and ends up joining Voltron instead of replacing. She doesn’t play a set instrument, but she has the missing feminine vocals.

Allura is the manager, but Coran takes over for her when she expresses a desire to perform and because of popular demand after she sings Sweater Weather w/ Keith, (the KHS ver).

Their YT channel, Voltron, is solely for music, trailers and announcements/updates.

They have a second channel, Paladins, where they upload basically anything, as long as it isn’t a sole thing or something for their channel alone. Pidge is in charge of vlogs, Shiro and Lance are in charge of gaming, Keith is in charge of explaining songs/MVs, and Hunk is in charge of feel-good videos and comps.

Hunk often hosts huge cook offs/bake offs, and he’s the referee. Keith’s the only one who can actually cook, (because he had to learn or else he’d never get to eat), so whoever’s on his team often ends up both learning and winning. Lance can only sort of cook from being with Hunk for so long. Adam cooks for Shiro, who's been banned from the kitchen after burning a boiled egg, and Pidge’s parents cook for them. Baking is usually fifty-fifty, but you have a better chance with Lance on your team.

Keith spends literal hours just making the script when he has to explain songs even if it’s his own songs, but the videos are always huge hits or emotional, so he deems it as worth it. Their editor takes a while to send videos back because they either get super riled up or they burst into tears. At one point, Keith details some things he went through in one of his foster homes as a source of his writing material, and they didn’t get the video back for a week. Curtis, their editor, made sure to give Keith a vanilla milkshake and some strawberry shortcake. After that, Curtis gets emotional every time he sees Keith. He’s not the only one.

Shiro and Lance hold meetings, no joke, to decide what game they should play. Some multiplayer games Lance suggests have very emotional scenes, and Shiro can’t handle those. But, some multiplayer games Shiro proposes are generic and played to the point of death. There are also times when they get someone to play a single-player game and Lance has to warn Shiro ahead of time when there’s a sad/emotional scene. He forgets once, and Keith freaks out and almost breaks the camera to calm Shiro down.

Pidge doesn’t warn anyone when they’re recording, unless it’s in the studio. They just barge in with a camera and everyone is just like, ‘oh, so this is happening now?’. Because of the new proximity, Pidge can capture more pure crack. This is not an exaggeration. They record Keith dropping a pen and jumping five feet in the air like a cat, Shiro belting Let it Go when he thought he was alone, Hunk and Lance re-enacting Obi-Wan vs Anakin on the kitchen counter with bread sticks, Allura’s clothes falling on her when she opened her wardrobe, and Coran hanging upside down from the ceiling. In return, Hunk caught Pidge asking where their glasses are while wearing them and also asking where their phone is while on it, so many times that there are now comps.

Everyone was worried after Kallura became official and public, but the reception was amazing, and they genuinely love each other. (Lance gets jealous a bit, but not because he has a crush on either of them. He’s just lonely and-- Oh, look, there’s Lotor).

After Lancelot becomes a thing, the fandoms unite and double their followings. Also, Generals appear more often in Paladins videos. The BOM are mad about Galra and Altea being connected in such a way, but Keith sort of scowls at them, and they just shut up.

Quick Notes:

Shiro is 23, Keith is 19, Hunk + Lance are 18, Pidge is 17, Allura is 19, Coran is 40.

The Galra are a rival entertainment industry with Zarkon as the CEO, Haggar as the EA, and their most famous group being the Generals, (Lotor, Acxa, Zethrid, Ezor, Narti).

The BOM are a group of pre-Galra recruits who left due to how toxic the workplace was and started an orchestra. (At some point they invite Keith to join them as his mother was part of their group before she died. He temporarily joins them as a violinist when Thace is shanked and robbed in an alley.)

Allura offers to pay for a year of any lesson they need or want to bribe them, other than exposure, and they all take it.

Keith and Shiro can ride motorbikes, and Lance really want to learn.

Pidge and Hunk share a love of computer science. Hunk likes building computers. Pidge prefers coding. But, they both love programming and even dabble in hacking.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #au #music au #band au #youtube au #yt au #kallura #lancelot #adashi #keith x allura #lotor x lance #adam x shiro #crack #crack treated seriously

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Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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