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juiles · 11 months

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Why me?

Summary: y/n is Wanda and Natasha’s partner. After a misunderstanding and 3 months of pain, they finally break through.

Tags: angst and then fluff

Warnings: self harm, pain, fighting, kinda angsty Nat, insecure reader, intrusive thoughts, yelling.

A/N: here’s an angsty wandanat x reader fic that i’ve wanted to read for a while but can’t seem to find any with this plot so if you know of one let me know.

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Y/N pov

When i walked into the kitchen, I wasn’t expecting to see Natasha and Wanda wrapped up in each others arms, even though i should have, but i definitely was not expecting to hear Wanda utter the words that shattered my heart.

“You, and you alone, are my entire world and I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend…” She had muttered into Natasha’s neck, neither of them noticing me in the room giving me the chance to walk out in silence.

I should have expected that, the last few months they have slowly started separating themselves from me. Busying themselves in their work so much I never saw them anymore, anytime they weren’t busy, they seemed to find a way to ignore me and when they were around me they weren’t necessarily nice.

This interaction had given me that last needed push to finally give up. I pulled all my clothes into a bag and went back into my old room down the hall, haphazardly throwing the bag in the corner of my room. I felt a sob build up in my throat and with a quick lock of my door and telling Friday to sound proof my room and not let anyone in, i collapsed into a ball in my room and allowed myself to sob for 30 minutes before picking myself up and dusting myself off.

I decided then and there that I would push myself into my work. I wouldn’t let them ruin my life, at least not my life with the avengers.

It had been 3 months since that day, of course Natasha and Wanda hadn’t even noticed i had left or started avoiding them. None of the teams seemed to have noticed anything different about me which just pulled me further into my shell. I had a very simple routine, wake up at 4, train for 2 hours making sure to be in a private room. Grab something for breakfast if i was feeling it, which lately I hadn’t been. Be in the labs by 6:30 to start work. Skip lunch, working the whole day with my headphones on. I managed to avoid ground dinners a lot but sometimes i got sucked in, not like anyone even noticed if I was there or not.

Wanda’s POV

I guess Natasha and I hadn’t noticed how we had been distancing ourselves from y/n but in the last month or so I noticed how different things had been. Maybe we had been too caught up in our work or our lives but somehow y/n had managed to distance themselves from us even more. They had moved out from our shared room and we almost never saw them during the day.

“She’s probably just being petty that we have lives other than her.” Natasha said as we discussed what was going on. “They’re not being adult about this. They should have spoken to us rather than just leave.”

“I don’t think we ever gave them the chance Nat… we’ve been really distant… the day we we’re practicing what to say to them when we proposed… i think they heard us… i don’t think they realized it was about them… and up until then we had been finding ways to avoid them to not make the engagement noticeable.” I said, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. “We really messed up…”

We both looked up when we heard the kitchen door open and to both our surprise we saw y/n standing in the doorway. They had an unreadable look on their face before they quickly turned on their heel and stormed out of the room, towards their own room. My eyes widened and very quickly my body was racing after their own without a thought in my head.

Before I even got the door, it slammed in my face making me screech to a stop staring at the dark brown wood in front of me, tears now falling from my eyes. “Y/n… please open the door.” I all but whimpered before leaning back into Natasha’s arms who had followed behind me. “Please… we just want to talk…”

I heard a smash and a scream so loud it almost hurt my ears more than my heart. Another smash happened before Natasha made the decision to kick the door down revealing y/n in a very panicked state throwing items around their room. Glass and paper already scattered around the floor.

“FUCK OFF.” They screamed throwing a vase at my head, i barely dodged it, a small piece that shattered on the wall behind me, lodged into my arm making me gasp in pain. The gasp must have shaken them out of their frenzy as they stopped and slowly turned to face me, eyes drawn to the small amount of blood trickling down my arm. “Wanda… oh god… oh my god i am so sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Their head snapped up to look at me before they backed away, arms being held up defensively. “I’m sorry… please don’t hate me… please…” They pleaded staring at my eyes, a look of pure fear in their eyes.

“Detka… I would never-“

“DON’T. DON’T SAY THAT. ITS A LIE! YOU DID!” They screamed at me before going back to the fear and they cowered again when Natasha took a slow step forward, tears falling down her face.

“We never meant to hurt you… we swear… we love you more than anything… please… let us help you…” She finally made it to y/n’s trembling body and managed to pull them into her arms. “We want to help you…”

I kneeled in front of y/n’s sobbing form and held their hands as they sobbed and screamed into Natasha’s chest.

After what felt like hours, their sobs and screams disappeared into soft sniffles, their face still buried deep into her neck. That’s when I finally took a good look at them. They were shaking, their body looking very frail and skinny, as they pulled their face out of Nats neck, and I noticed the dark circles under the eyes, how pale they were, how lost their eyes are. “Oh detka…” I murmured cupping their face. All they did was stare at me. “I am SO sorry that we ever made you feel like we don’t love you… we love you so much it hurts. It hurts to know that we hurt you. It breaks our hearts because not once did we even step back to notice we were hurting you, that we were so engrossed in our plans that we failed to notice what we were doing to you.”

Their face contorted u to pain when i softly grabbed their wrist making me pull back their sleeve before they got the chance, my heart falling even further into my stomach. There on their wrist were bloody cuts scattered around. “Please let me clean these… baby they look infected. Even if you don’t want us around, i want to make sure you stay safe.” They glanced down at their own wrist before looking at Natasha before looking back at me and they nodded. I shot up and ran into the bathroom before coming back with the first aid kit.

“It will sting but you grip my arm as tightly as humanly possible, it will help.” Natasha murmured into their ear, they nodded staring down at their arm, their good hand gripping onto Nats. I started cleaning the wounds, y/n barely made a sound but I could see the pain in their eyes so i did it as fast as possible, wrapping them up before showering the bandages with kisses. “All better…”

“You… my… I’m sorry…” They muttered squeezing their eyes shut.

“No. No you don’t need to apologize. We do. For the rest of our lives we will be apologizing for ever causing you pain. You are our world y/n. The three of us against the world.” Natasha stopped them quickly holding them tighter. “Detka… you’re too skinny… have… have you not been eating?”

They tended up before I stroked their cheeks gently. “We’re not mad baby… but we need to know… we need to make sure your taken care of so let’s get some food in you baby…” They bit their lip and started shaking their head before Nat cleared her throat and they took a deep sigh before nodding gently.

Nat scooped them up into her arms bridal style and carried them down to the kitchen before placing them on her lap as she sat on a stool. “What do you want to eat detka…?”

It was silent for a moment before a small whisper was heard. “Wanda’s alfredo…?” Was hushed but my I couldn’t fight the smile growing in my face. “Of course baby.”

I instantly started flitting around the kitchen doing what was needed. It was silent for at least 10 minutes before they spoke again.

“I never wanted to upset you guys… before you stop me let me speak. I’m just so used to being used, hurt then dropped as if I’m garbage…” They’re eyes welled up slowly. “I just… i just needed to pull myself away before you could hurt me and I ended up hurting all of us… I’m sorry i didn’t talk to you guys before and assumed the worst…” My heart shattered even more. “I love you guys so much it made me want to go numb so I couldn’t get hurt again…”

“We love you baby… we love you so much and these last 3 months have been torture but it was our own fault.” Natasha said running her calloused hands through y/n’s hair. “We will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. Now eat so we can go snuggle in bed to sleep my love.”

Y/n stared at the bowl, their bottom lip wobbling. “I’m scared…” They whispered.

“Baby… me and you and Wanda are going to do this together. Understand?” They nodded with a small sniffle. “Now open up so you can eat.” They opened their mouth and slowly we made our way through the bowl.

After they ate, we made our way back upstairs to our bedroom and settled them in between us, pulling their bony body into ours. “Why me?”

“Because you are our world detka and no matter what we say or do nothing will ever be able to make up for what we did to you.”

Y/n sniffled before snuggling back down into us with a small content smile on their faces they fell asleep.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Prince Charming (Request)

Words: 1,541

Warnings: Cheesy, cute relationship fluff

“Ba-by! Let’s go!” Your boyfriend walked out of your hotel bathroom, already dressed and ready to go for the day. You stirred in the bed at the sound of him clapping to wake you up. Travis threw himself on top of you as you were tucked comfortably under the blanket in a deep sleep. You let out a large grown to let him know you weren’t happy with him, but Travis didn’t care. You were at Disney World to celebrate his Super Bowl win and he was like a kid in a candy store- he needed to experience it all. “Travis, it is 6:30 in the fuckin’ morning. The park doesn’t open until 8AM and we are literally staying at the entrance of Magic Kingdom. PLEASE let me go back to sleep.” You threw the covers back over your head. Travis was already worked up, and when he got like this, there was pretty much no stopping him.

You took in the sight of your boyfriend on top of you. He looked cute in an army green tee and a matching bucket hat you had bought for him on a whim weeks ago. He layered some of his favorite necklaces. You grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a deep kiss, your favorite wakeup call. “You excited?”, you asked him, knowing he definitely was. “Hell yeah! What’s not to be excited about? I just won the fuckin’ Super Bowl. I’m in the most magical place on earth, and I’m with my baby girl.” You blushed, Travis giving you another kiss. You picked up your phone off the nightstand, turning off your alarm. You snapped a picture of Travis, him giving you a cheesy smile. “What was that for?”, he asked as he made sure he looked good in the picture. “I want to document every minute of this trip. I’m so unbelievable proud of you and you deserve to have the best trip ever. “Can I have like five minutes of cuddles before we go to the park?” Travis thought about it for a second before he rolled off the bed, jumping to his feet. “Nope!”

“Travis, put me down!”, you could barely grab onto his arm as he lifted you bridal carry style and dropped you in the bathroom. He threw a change of clothes and a towel at you for you to shower with. “You’ve got 15 minutes, baby.” You threw your underwear at him as he slammed the door shut. “You might think that’s an insult, but you’re not getting these back now!“

You put on a pair of biker shorts and an oversized mickey t-shirts, putting on your fanny pack and slipping on your sneakers to finish the look. “I am not wearing this”, you shook your head when Travis handed you a pair of sparkly Minnie ears, putting on his own pair of Mickey ears. He gave you a pouty lip, and you immediately caved placing them on your head. “You know you’re gonna end up carrying these when I get tired of them, right?” Travis just smiled at you; nothing could ruin his mood today, even the threat of carrying his girlfriend’s things. “Alright now, let’s go!” “Wait!”, you stuffed your phone and ChapStick in your purse. “I need food first.”

With a churro in hand, you both headed into Magic Kingdom, Travis glancing down at the map of the park. He’d never gotten a chance to go to Disney World as a kid, so he was determined to ride every ride and get a picture with every character. He pulled out all the stops, including booking a private VIP tour, passes for Club 33, and dinner at Cinderella’s castle to end the day. You had trouble keeping up with Travis’ long legs as he walked down Mainstreet. “Travis, baby, wait.” He turned to you, grabbing a big bite of your churro. “I know you’re excited, but we’re here for five days. We have four parks to visit. We have to pace ourselves or we won’t make it through the whole trip.” Travis leaned down to give you a kiss, your ears bumping one another. “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited.” You pinched his side making him chuckle. "Don’t apologize, baby. I’m so excited to celebrate your win with you. We need to meet our guide over here.”

Your first stop was Adventureland, which had your favorite ride, “Pirates of the Caribbean”. You and Travis got in the front of the boat so you could experience the drop. A couple of fans tried to get Travis’ attention from the restaurant, and he gave them a wave and a smile. You ran your fingers through the cold water beside the boat, the smell of the chlorinated water reminding you of your childhood. You took in deep breath, and Travis gave you a funny look, his eyebrows scrunched together. “It sounds stupid, but the smell of this ride is so nostalgic for me.” Travis just pulled you in closer, placing a kiss on your forehead as you took off on the ride.

You had close to 10k steps before you even got to noon. Travis made for the best Disney buddy because he wanted to ride every ride, even the roller coasters. He had to talk you into riding ‘Space Mountain’ because you didn’t like rides that went backwards. “Come on baby, I’ll protect you.” You rolled your eyes at Travis who had his arms wrapped around you. “I don’t need protection, I need you to hold my barf bag.” Travis laughed, placing kisses all around your face making you giggle. “I can do that too.” He smacked your booty as he pushed you in front of him to get on the ride. The ride wasn’t actually that bad, and Travis laughing and making jokes made it better.

“Oh man, its Gaston!” Travis ran out in front of you when he spotted the villain. “Travis, watch out for the kids.” You laughed as you saw Travis standing in line with a bunch of kids half his size, waiting for their turn to take a photo. You managed to get photos with Cinderella, Rapunzel, and Winnie the Pooh, Travis sending all of them to the Kelce family group chat you had recently become a part of.

You were really excited to have dinner in Cinderella’s castle, mostly because you were begging to sit down, your feet numb from all of the walking that day. Travis pulled your chair closer to his, so you were sitting on the same side of the table, draping his arm over the back of your chair. You gave him a couple of pecks on the cheek while you waited for your dinner to be served. “I love you”, you admitted in between kisses. “And I’m so proud of your win. How do you feel?” Travis adjusted in his seat, taking a drink before answering. “Honestly? Fuckin’ amazing. And this is just the icing on the cake. I can’t wait to bring out kids here.” You choked on your drink, liquid spilling out of your nose. “I knew that would get you!” Travis laughed while patting your back.

“Very funny.” “I’m serious though. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I want to have kids with you. That’s all I could think about during the game. How happy I was that I had you to celebrate my life with.” You coughed again, trying to clear a sudden lump in your throat. “Wait, are you proposing to me?” Travis bends down out of his chair, getting down on one knee. “Travis, please get up. People are staring. ” You started panicking as Travis reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone, snapping a pic of your surprised face. “You, bitch!” you slapped Travis’ chest as he got up to sit back in his chair, unable to control his laughter. “You are too easy, girl! I know you would never forgive me if I proposed to you in the state of Florida.”

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Travis leaned in to give you another kiss. “An ass that loves you.”

It was dark by the time you both finished dinner, so you decided to head out to get a good view for the fireworks. With your guide, you were able to get a perfect view on the front side of the castle, no one standing in front of you. You slumped into Travis’ arms, the heat and humidity draining your energy. All you wanted now was to take a hot shower and get into bed. The fireworks started, and you instantly had a burst of energy, the show electric. You pulled your boyfriend into a kiss, the fireworks a perfect background to your love. You may have gotten a little handsy, very inappropriate for a family environment, but you didn’t care.

“Come on, get on my back.” Travis turned so you could jump up and get a piggyback ride. “No, that’s okay. Can you hold my bag and ears, though?” You voice sounded tired and miserable. “Of course, baby.” He slung your fanny pack around his shoulder, grabbing your hand as you headed back to the hotel.

#travis kelce fluff #travis kelce fic #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #traviskelce #nfl fan fic #nfl fic #nfl fluff #nfl imagine

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chubbycelebs · 4 months

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Our Changing Bodies (part 4)

The plan was hatched. I had realised what my boyfriend had done to me and I was going to make him pay for it.

The door unlocked to reveal my large boyfriend coming into the house with two large bags of fast food breakfast. He came in and saw me stood in the kitchen in just my over stretched boxers. He put the bags down and wrapped his arms around my body cupping my lower belly, slightly jiggling it. He gave me a kiss on the back of my neck. I turned around both our bellies now squished together. “I made you a milk shake for going out and buying us breakfast” I said handing him the fattening shake i made. He was very pleased with it gulping down every last drop of the shake. I heard his belly gurgle so I knew it was time to stuff our selves silly with breakfast.

That week was filled with being filled. I made sure my boyfriend was having the highest calorie meals possible whilst still pumping him full of his metabolism slower. I could see his body slowly blow up just within that week alone. I wanted to test just how big i could get him. I arranged a date night for the two of us. A night out to a fancy restaurant. We both got dressed up in our nicest clothes that still fit our fattened frames. We both wore a button up shirt which still had room for our bellies to bloat, and some nice jeans, my boyfriend's pair digging into his plump belly more than mine. At the restaurant we ordered everything. Now that both of us were on high dosages of the metabolism slowest, we were hungry all the time. We stuffed ourselves full and beyond that. I could see my boyfriend squirming around in his tight clothes by the time dessert came out. Before diving in to the dessert selection we got for ourselves, i saw him sick his gut in as to unbutton his jeans before letting his gut push back out. If i wasn’t careful my raging boner was gonna pop my tight jeans before he could. Even though my boyfriend was threatening to pop out of his clothes, this didn’t stop him eating everything off the table. His belly was growing by the second filling up fatter and faster. I wasn’t paying attention to my own body changes but I could assume that my shirt was also starting to look skin tight.

There was one thick slice of cake left. I looked over at my boyfriend’s shirt. His hairy belly was starting to peak through the gaps in the buttons they were strained so much. I push the slice towards him. I insisted on him finishing it off just as long as I get to fuck him tonight. He almost squealed he was that excited. He grabbed the slice of cake and stuffed it promptly onto his mouth. as he gulped it down and it landed into his belly, loud popping noises could be heard echoing around the restaurant. My boyfriend had popped all the buttons on his shirt. His belly jiggled forward as his shirt exposed his hugely swollen gut. His face went bright red as everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to look at our table. He grabbed each side of the shirt trying to pull them together but to very little success. His lower belly still out for all to see. I was now squirming with excitement my cock leaking pre cum. I got the attention of the waiter and asked for the bill. The waiter promptly gave us the bill with a worried glance at my nearly half naked boyfriend. I paid for the meal and we got up and walked out the restaurant. My boyfriend having to walk past everyone with his whole fat stomach on show. He was so humiliated but I was so proud of my fat boy.

We raced home where I promptly started making out with him. He pushed me off him with anger in his eyes. “You humiliated me today. You took it too far” he said ripping the rest of his shirt off and slumping into the sofa, his belly resting on top of his thighs. I was shocked. I didn’t think he’d be upset by this. But then I remembered. “Well I wasn’t the one pumping me full of metabolism slower to get me huge!”. My boyfriend looked at me with panic in his face. I could tell he hadn’t thought that I would find out. “Well the jokes on you lard arse, I’ve been pumping you full of them all week which explains why your clothes can’t contain your fucking huge hair slab of fat” I said slapping his belly. I could tell my boyfriend was taken a back by all this but i could also see his hard cock pushing against his jeans. I wanted to calm the situation down now. “I don’t care that you wanted me fatter and faster. I do too and I want to see you blow up. But just let me know next time. We are in this together. You’re my huge boyfriend and I’m yours.” My boyfriend stood up and pulled me on to a kiss. The kiss quickly progressed into touching and groping and pumping and jiggling and pinching and shaking. Before I knew it my clothes were ripped off my body and our fat naked bodies were pressed against each others. I pulled out a pie I had got for this evening and placed it on the kitchen side. My boyfriend buried his face into it. I bent him over the kitchen counter as I pumped my cock deep inside his two globes of ass cheeks. He moaned between mouthfuls as I pumped harder and harder, my belly slapping against his softened back, his whole body jiggling with the rhythm of the pounding. Just as he finishes the pie I took one last hard thrust and exploded into his hole. My boyfriend exploded all over the kitchen counter. Both of our sweaty bodies pressed against each other. I pulled him to bed and we collapsed into the sheets. Just before we passed out my boyfriend pulled out all the metabolism pills. There was so many of them. “Let’s split these and take them all right now. Let’s see what happens when we have 0 metabolism.” My dick instantly went hard again as we started taking pill after pill. I couldn’t resist the urge to fuck my boyfriend again that evening, the bed creaking under the combined weight of two fatties fucking each other raw. I had never been happier or fatter in my entire life.

Part 4 of my new story is here! Hope you guys enjoy it! I think the next part will be the last one. I have really loved writing these stories and hope to keep making some more like them. Hope you enjoy!

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autoandro-meda · 2 months

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toy with him

Within a few months time of living here, you've begun to dress more like me. Within those same few months I have gone into your closet and made some of your blouses and v-neck low cut shirts "disappear" a couple of times. They're in a box in the corner of the basement, but you don't know that. You're hardly starting to notice the shift, you just think the sizing metrics on boys jeans makes more sense, and that your mahogany high heels are just misplaced.

Half a year in, our roles in the bedroom changed. It wasn't like we were playing out in depth roleplay scenarios all the time, but you started to shoe a preference for control. Not domination, but to hold my reigns as you steer. This was a good sign, I believed you wanted something more for yourself, as you made coy jokes about not being able to put it in me.

At eight months I did something a bit devious. I added a very small amount of gel treatment into your body lotion. I didn't think it would work, but after a few weeks you came to me moping and upset. When I asked what was wrong, you lifted your shirt and showed me the peach fuzz on your tummy was now an, albeit very thin, coat of hair. Your head was in your hands as you bemoaned the idea of being caught like this, but I was there to comfort you. Love, we all have body hair, it was okay, I showed you my own then. Now, I've been on the hormones for awhile, I am a lot fluffier than you, that is true. I think the contrast made that clear, as you stared at my midriff with a great fixation, and all of a sudden felt better.

By the end of the year, you could not figure out why everyone said your voice was getting deeper. You smoked now and again, maybe that was it, and maybe you should not. Again, you brought it up with me because I understand you; maybe more than you realized but I do understand you. We talked about smoking for a bit, I told you I started when I got kicked out to deal with the stress. Though, we both did agree there was something hot about it, me shuffling a cigarette out of the box and lighting it at the end of our conversation. We sat in silence for a moment, and you told on yourself.

You asked me "why must us men look so beautiful when were destroying ourselves?" I don't think you heard the "us" portion.

After a year, you finally came out and told me you wanted to be on HRT. I was able to help you with the appointments and everything, and promised to help you keep very close track of your treatment. And honestly, you've been doing so much better since you got on shots. There was only one thing you were unhappy about...

On the ride home from the clinic, we drove home in an awkward silence. You testosterone levels came back far too high, I forgot they would check before prescribing you. Things were only awkward due to what happened, when the nurse brought it up with you, you said "well, I've been trying testosterone gel in small dosages over the past few months."

I was cooked, I thought I was gonna lose my boyfriend as soon as I finally got him. We drove home in silence though, you didn't speak up one bit. The guilt got to me, when we pulled into the drive way I grabbed your arm so you did not leave the car and said I was sorry, I shouldn't have toyed with you and I was sorry.

Laughter is how I was greeted. You looked at me giggling, "I was a bit mad at first, but I'm over it now." To my surprise, you even seemed happy, "I think this was gonna happen anyways, you just expedited the process."

You leaned over the cars console and kissed me, I felt like I've set you free. You lean into my ear and whisper, and goosebumps prickle up me again.

"This said I want my clothes back," you told me. "I don't want to wear them but some of those dresses were very expensive."

"S-Sorry, they're in the basement," I finally admitted to you. You pet my head as you opened your car door:

"Good boy," you called me; I somehow don't think I was ever in control here.

#force masc #forcemasc #ftm hypno #autoandrophilia #ftm #I hesitate slapping a 'cnc' on here because i dislike that term a lot but there is enabling here

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chloe-skywalker · 4 months

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No Plans - Billy Hargrove (3/3)

Part #3 (3/3)

Billy x Fem!Reader Harrington

Steve x Fel!Sister!Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things, none

Word count: 1,787

Summary: Now that the Christmas Eve at the Mayfield/Hargrove home obligation was fulfilled, it’s time for Billy to experience Christmas at the Harringtons.

Authors Note: Finale part 3! Here it is everyone! Enjoy! Merry Christmas & Happy Holiday’s!

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

Part 1 (2021) ~ Part 2 (2022)

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“What are you doing?” Y/n asked Billy as he took a pillow and blanket off of her bed and set them up on the floor in a makeshift bed.

“Anyone could walk in-” Billy started to answer, gesturing to the door. Billy normally would sleep in the bed with Y/n. But with how many people were staying in the house he didn’t want to set a bad example for himself to her family. But Y/n stopped him.

“Stop, Billy. You are sleeping in my bed with me. That's finale. Just keep your clothes on and if someone comes in we’ll be good.” Y/n stated picking up the blanket and pillow off the floor shaking them out and placing them back on the bed, before she got undressed to put on her pj’s.

“Just don’t want to make a bad impression.” Billy told her, watching the door apprehensively.

“Billy, why do you care what my family thinks of you so much?” Y/n asked him sitting on her bed watching him change into his own pj’s. Great view Y/n thought in her head.

“I don’t plan on letting you go so it’d be nice if your family liked me.” Billy stated moving onto the bed sitting next to her. He never cared about what parent’s thought of him before now. There was more at stake with y/n in Billys mind.

Y/n hated how he felt the need to get her parents approval. She means sure if he were to act like the Billy around town then they’d probably hate him, but she hated how he felt he needed to be not himself to impress her family.

Y/n sighed reaching out to hold his hands in hers before explaining something she felt was very important for him to hear. “Oh Billy. You don’t have to do that. I don’t care if they like you, because I don't care what they think. I’m glad you're here because it’ll make this holiday bearable. My parents like you Billy and it drives my brother nut’s. Normally our parents are always gone so we celebrate by ourselves Steve and me. Sometimes we invite friends over to celebrate with us. Like the kids Max hangs out with, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, I could go on. That’s honestly the way I prefer it. Just Steve, me and the people we consider family. Like you.”

The only person Y/n wished liked Billy was her brother, but she knew there were a lot of reasons on both sides why they didn’t get along.

“Why are they here hosting them?” He asked her with an inquisitive look. He was confused if they were never really around. Why were they hosting all their family this christmas?

“It’s their turn this year. Trust me they weren’t happy about it.” Y/n let out a sarcastic laugh remembering how upset her parents were to have to cancel their vacation plans. Y/n snuggled up into Billys side as they repositioned themselves to lay down under her covers getting ready to sleep. “I’m just glad you're here. I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.”

Billy pulled her as close as she could possibly be to him, kissing the top of her head. “I’m not leaving. Promise.”

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“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” The kids came barging into her bedroom screaming her name. Effectively waking her and Billy out of their peaceful sleep.

“Hmmmm, what?” Y/n asked in a very tired, sleepy voice opening her eyes to look at them.

“Come on, get up! Santa came!” They grabbed her shoulder, shaking her whole body.

“Well, how about you go wake your parent’s up and we’ll meet you there.” Y/n suggested and the kids left to do as Y/n said.

“Are they always that loud?” Billy groaned, turning on his side facing her.

“No, they're just excited.” She shook her head smiling at him.

“Where are you going?” Billy pulled her back down to the bed before she could get up, wrapping her arms tightly around her pulling her back into his chest.

“If we don’t get up they’ll come back.” Y/n laughed, smiling at how sweet his actions were, loving how clingy he always was in the morning.

“They wake you to?” Steve asked from the doorway rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Yup.” Y/n smiled over at her brother, craning her neck to do so.

“Hey, can I have a moment with Hargrove here?” Steve asked once Y/n and Billy had gotten up and were heading out of Y/n’s room. “Uh, sure. I’ll go downstairs. Start helping with breakfast.” Y/n looked between her brother and boyfriend unsure if this was a good idea to leave them alone. But Billy gave her a nod singling it would be okay.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Billy asked once Y/n’s footsteps could be heard going down the stairs.

“Just wanted to say thanks. For taking care of my sister yesterday. Max says that Neil is an ass so. . .” Steve looked to Billy hoping he didn’t want to fight Steve was done fighting with him. And he never won anyways. But he really just wanted to talk.

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” Billy clenched and unclenched his fist resisting the urge to punch him for even insinuating that he would let his father lay a hand on Y/n.

“I appreciate that. Look, can we just call a truce? At least for today if not for good. For Y/n.” Steve nodded with an appreciative look, he could see it in the dirty blonde. He truly cared about his sister and that took awhile to sink in. But it had now and Steve didn’t want to cause an eventual rift between him and his sister.

“For Y/n.” Billy agreed to Steve’s idea, it was time they got along for Y/n. BIlly didn’t plan on leaving her so he and Steve needed to bury the hatchet. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Did you just-’

“Not happening ever again so take it and move on.” Billy didn’t apologize often. So Steve needed to just leave it and move on. Take the apology and never mention it again.

The two nodded and headed down stairs to join everyone else.

“Hey, breakfast is ready.” Y/n greeted the boy’s as they entered the kitchen. Y/n had put some bacon on her’s and their plates along with cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls were Steve and y/n’s tradition for breakfast on holiday’s.

“Thanks, sis.” Steve took his plate from her outstretched hand.

“Thanks.” Billy grabbed the other plate from her.

“Everything okay?” Y/n asked as surprisingly of what they could have talked about as they went to sit down.

“Everything's fine. More than.” Billy leaned over and kissed her on the lips before digging into his plate.

After breakfast everyone opened presents after opening present’s everyone slowly got dressed. Y/n and Billy headed up to her room to get dressed themselves.

“Hey, I still have that gift for you.” Billy spoke up once the door was shut to Y/n’s room.

“Billy-”

“You got me gifts. I’m allowed to give you them as well.” Billy really loved the gifts she had gotten and he was excited to see her open his gift.

“Oh, Billy. It’s beautiful.” Y/n was stunned at the gift. It was a matching necklace and ring. On the back of the necklace and inside the ring were her’s and Billy’s entails.

“I figured if you couldn’t wear one you could wear the other.” He explained to her, he knew she didn’t always wear necklaces but she always had a ring on or one or the other.

“I love them. Thank you.” Y/n smiled up at him before turning around to have him help her put on the necklace as she slid the ring on.

“I was hoping you would.” Billy grinned happily and relieved that she loved them.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n turned to face him.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Why are you and my brother getting along? Hell your acting like friends. I’m not upset by it, I’m actually kind of happy about it, but it’s also kind of freaking me out. You hated each other just yesterday.” Y/n moved to sit back on her bed hoping to get an answer about earlier. It’s making Y/n feel a little crazy watching them get along. She loved it but it was odd.

“We called a truce.” Billy told her with a shrug.

“Why?” Y/n tilted her head confused.

“Why do you think?” He teased asking her with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Me?” She furrowed her brows and her eyes widened. Y/n was confused at their timing if that was the case. “Why now?”

“I think he might have realized I’m not going anywhere and I’m not using you.” Billy told her moving to stand between her legs. He hated that at first y/n and Steve thought he was trying to use her. Sure he flirted with her just to piss Steve off. But he never planned on using Y/n. This was the longest relationship Billy has ever had.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled at him gratefully knowing it couldn’t have been easy to do that for her.

“Anything for you.” He whispered against her lips before pulling her into a kiss which in the process ended up with them falling back onto her bed, with Billy hovering over her.

“Let’s get dressed and head back down.” Y/n suggest once they broke apart as she ran her hand’s up and down his biceps.

After they got dressed and went back down stairs the day continued and they played games and just hung out with the family. Steve and Billy acted like friends the rest of the day, but if you asked Y/n she watched them actually get along and share things in common. Y/n didn’t think they were doing much acting at all.

The day went by fast and everyone sat down in the family room to eat dinner. After that Billy and Y/n headed up to her room for some quiet time.

“Did you have fun?” Y/n questioned hoping he did, it seemed like he had.

“Yeah, I did.” Billy smiled a guinea smile at her he reached up to run a hand through her hair.

“It was a fun first Christmas together.’ Y/n hinted hoping he got that she wanted to spend more Christmas’ together.

“One one many to come.” BIlly smirked, enjoying the thought of her words.

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flowers in the rain

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Hearing her soft moans only made me want to put in more work. I kissed her neck and she clawed at my back, her body arching towards me as I continued to please her. She let out a gasp as I moved lower, my lips trailing down her body until I reached her thighs. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as I teased her with my tongue. I could tell she was close, her breathing becoming more erratic and her hips bucking against my mouth. I wanted to draw out her pleasure, but I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I moved back up to her lips, kissing her deeply as I entered her, feeling her walls clench around me. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders as I moved in and out of her, the sound of our bodies colliding and her moans filling the room. I lost myself in the moment, completely consumed by the intense pleasure we were both feeling. And as we reached our climax together, I knew that this was just the beginning of a wild and passionate night. I held her close as we both caught our breath, basking in the afterglow and the overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. As we lay there, tangled in the sheets, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved making her moan and how I couldn't wait to do it all over again.

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A week has passed since the tragedy and Zuri seemed to calm down. I do feel sorry for his family though and I wish them all the love in the world.

The rain created a soothing symphony as it hit the window panes and roof. It was as if nature was performing just for us, providing the perfect ambiance for our intimate embrace. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time, our voices blending with the peaceful sounds of the rain. In that moment, there was no one else in the world except for the two of us. The worries and stresses of everyday life melted away as we lost ourselves in each other's arms. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and contentment, as if we were in our own little bubble, shielded from the chaos of the outside world. The rain continued to fall, but it didn't bother us. In fact, it only added to the intimacy of the moment, making it feel like we were the only two people in the world. We knew that this moment was one to be cherished, a memory that would forever be etched in our minds. We were in the bed for hours...she got on top of me and cradled my body and I wrapped my arms around her bare body. Her skin was as soft as a pillow and delicate like whipped cream.

DING DONG

"Fuck..." I said, underneath my breath. "I'm coming!"

I swiftly moved Zuri back in bed and put some clothes on. I put on a shirt, some shorts, and my slides and headed to the front door. I opened the door and was met with a banquet full of flowers. Oh...I forgot about these.

"Delivery for Mr. Duke Dennis?"

"Right here man. Thank you,"

As I stood there holding the bouquet of beautiful flowers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of panic wash over me. I had completely forgotten about the delivery that I had scheduled for today. It wasn't until I saw the delivery man standing at my door, waiting for my signature, that it hit me. I quickly signed off on the delivery and handed the man a generous tip, trying to cover up my mistake with a smile. But as soon as the door closed, my mind started racing. Should I give the flowers to her right away or should I wait until we're actually on our date? I didn't want to come off as too eager or pushy, but at the same time, I didn't want the flowers to wilt before she could enjoy them. It was a delicate balance and I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about making the right decision. In the end, I decided to hold onto the flowers and give them to her when we were actually on our date. It would be a sweet surprise and a way to show her that I had been thinking about her. Plus, it would add a special touch to our date and make it even more memorable. As I placed the flowers in a vase, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her reaction when she sees them. It was a small gesture, but one that I hoped would make a big impact.

The only thing was that I can't hide the flowers in my closet because that kills the flowers. I can't put them in my kitchen because she will see them. This is such bad timing. I'll just give her the flowers. I walked back into the room and sat next to her. I nudged at her trying to wake her up from her slumber. She pouted a little bit.

"What, Duke?"

"Dang! Why the attitude?"

"You woke me up..."

"But I got a surprise for you,"

"What?"

She adjusted her eyes and she gasped. I presented the roses to her and she put on the biggest smile to date. She put on one of my shirts and came to me, hugging me tightly. I could feel her warmth and her love radiating through her embrace. I held her close, breathing in her sweet scent and feeling grateful for this moment. It was a simple gesture, giving her a bouquet of roses, but it meant so much to her. She had been having a rough week, and I knew these flowers would bring a smile to her face. As she looked into my eyes, I could see the love and appreciation she had for me. I felt a surge of happiness and love wash over me, knowing that I could make her happy with such a small gesture. We stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, appreciating the beauty of the moment. It was moments like these that made me realize how lucky I was to have her in my life. She was my rock, my best friend, and my soulmate. We had been through so much together, and our love only grew stronger with each passing day. I couldn't imagine my life without her by my side. As we swayed to the music playing in the background, I whispered in her ear, 'I love you more than words can express.' She smiled and whispered back, 'I love you too, always and forever.' And in that moment, I knew that no matter what life threw our way, we would always have each other's love to guide us through.

I gently touched her as my hands moved beneath her shirt, caressing her softly. I then placed my hands on her chest and leaned my head against her back. After playing for a while, I carefully placed the flowers on the love seat and helped her lay down on the bed. As I prepared her for the event, I planted tender kisses on her skin, feeling grateful for the moment we shared.

My hands traced the curves of her body, feeling every inch of her soft skin. She let out soft moans as I continued to explore her with my hands. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her breathing becoming more shallow and her skin heating up under my fingertips.

As I continued to shower her with kisses, my hands moved down her body, tracing the lines of her hips and thighs. I could feel her body arching towards me, seeking more of my touch. I couldn't resist the urge to run my hands up and down her body, feeling the heat and desire building between us. I wanted to take my time, to savor every moment of this intimate experience with her.

As I reached her waist, I gently pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing her beautiful form to me. I couldn't help but admire her, the way her body curved in all the right places, the way her skin seemed to glow under the soft light of the room. I leaned in to kiss her again, my hands now roaming freely over her bare skin.

I could tell she was enjoying every moment, her body responding eagerly to my touch. With each kiss and caress, I could feel the passion and desire growing between us. I wanted to make her feel loved and desired, to show her just how much she meant to me. I stripped out of my clothes and positioned myself between her legs, my arousal evident as I gazed down at her. Her eyes were filled with desire and anticipation, and I couldn't wait to fulfill her every need.

I trailed my lips down her chest, taking the time to suck and nibble on her sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans from her. I could feel her body arching towards mine, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as she begged for more.

I couldn't deny her any longer and I made my way lower, my lips trailing down her stomach and towards her core. I could smell her arousal and it drove me crazy with desire. I gently spread her legs wider and ran my tongue along her folds, causing her to gasp and squirm beneath me.

I took my time, savoring the taste of her and exploring every inch of her with my tongue. Her moans became louder and more urgent, letting me know that she was close to the edge. I intensified my movements, using my fingers to tease and pleasure her even more.

She was writhing beneath me, her body trembling with pleasure as she reached her peak. I continued to pleasure her, not wanting the moment to end just yet. I wanted to make her feel every sensation possible before we both gave in to our desires.

As she came down from her high, I kissed my way back up her body, my lips never leaving her skin. I placed myself in between her legs, ready to rock her world. I scooted her to the edge of the bed and hovered over her and inserted myself inside of her. She let out a soft moan as I slowly pushed in deeper, savoring the sensation of her tightness around me. I could feel the heat emanating from her core, and I knew she was just as eager for this moment as I was.

As I began to move in a slow and steady rhythm, I could feel her nails digging into my back, urging me on. Her soft gasps and moans filled the room, and I could tell she was losing herself in the pleasure of our intimate connection.

I leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. With each thrust, I could feel her body responding to me, her hips meeting mine in a dance of desire. I could feel my own pleasure building, but I wanted to make this last as long as possible.

I reached down to gently caress her breasts, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Her hands were roaming all over my body. I could feel the electricity between us, the intense chemistry that always seemed to ignite whenever we were together.

As our bodies moved faster and harder, our moans and gasps became louder, echoing off the walls. I could feel the tension building inside of me, and I knew she was close too. With a final thrust, we both reached our peak, our bodies trembling and pulsing with pleasure.

In that moment, I felt truly connected to her, both physically and emotionally. We lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. I couldn't help but marvel at the way she made me feel, how every touch and every kiss sent shivers down my spine. And as we lay there, I knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with endless pleasure and intense intimacy. I was grateful to have her in my life, to share these moments of pure ecstasy with her.

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daddyelliott1979 · 4 months

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Reflections on being a Daddy

Something we don't acknowledge enough on our communities is Daddy/Mommy/CG/Dom mental health and head spaces including when ours drop.

In fact our feelings are often forgotten about compared to the Sea of feelings, thoughts and Mental health of Littles and Subs.

Some would argue that's how it should be, we are the Bigs and therefore should some how beable to handle it.

Let me tell you as someone who is not only a former little turned Daddy, but also a Therapist, this simply isn't true!

I want in this post to concentrate on a couple key areas.

Head Space Drops

Post visit feelings

CG mental health

Head space drops

If a CG or Dom fails to do something, like say Good morning or some other usual thing they do, perhaps because they are busy; you will most likely see a post somewhere about "my Daddy made me feel".

Maybe they were curt, or distracted snd not attentive enough. Or didn't enforce a rule.

And it usually will centre around a head space drop. And as a Daddy thats upsetting to read.

But what we don't talk about is when subs or littles don't follow a rule or don't something that was expected- perhaps they were busy.

What we don't see us posts about the CG head space drop- and that i find interesting.

In fact we don't talk about CG headspaces at all- and let me tell you we have them!

For me I create huge spaces in my life for my boys. Those spaces are full of joy and excitement!

Heres the thing that really needs to be talked about, we need you! We can't be us, without you!

A baby can put on a Nappy, grab a Dummy, a Stuffie, put on Bluey, and bab out!

CG don't have that option! And we don't talk about it. You could often be mistaken for believing a CG is no more than a Nappy or other tool for the little to explore their "littleness".

Post visit feelings

Let me tell you, the sadest part post a visit isn't just helping our charges transition, dealing with their emotions, that they are sad to go home.

Its also holding that for ourselves!

I have to do that whilst cleaning up the nursery, washing all the Baby clothes and bottles.

The sadest part for me us taking down the baby gate- on reflection its symbolic of my care and protection for my boys. And it breaks my heart every time!

Then comes the post visit loneliness, at this point your little is home, they tell you how much they enjoyed their visut- which is always wonderful to hear.

They will tell they have padded up and chilling.

And you are left to hold them and you! Which is great because they still need you; Daddy head space is on- but sometimes they are off out to be big with family, friends or lovers.

And in those moments the feeling of head space drop comes in- who are you when your little doesn't need you?

And if we allow that feeling to fester we can experience depression, anxiety and a host of other feelings we don't want to talk about!

CG mental health

Heres the thing, we often act like a Dom, and we often use terms like "true Dom", should be strong, self assured and have their life together.

Let me tell you as a Therapist this is beyond toxic and nothing more than Patriarchal style beliefs in manliness and masculinity- from the perspective of a Daddy atleast.

Its our capability and capacity for love that makes us a Dom or CG. We take on the children of others and love them like they were our own.

But that doesn't mean we are not susceptible to depression, mental health or a multitude of other issues.

We are not invulnerable!

We often deal with very real and very raw feelings!

Conclusion

I want you all to think the next time your CG asks/reminds you to follow a rule, one you probably asked for; to not view their request as nagging. But to see this an opportunity to help your CG with their feelings and headspace.

Because both the Littles and the CG headspace matters!

We could do with being a little more sensitive to each others feelings and headspace too!

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inviswounds · 2 years

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Some Girl - Bucky Barnes

WARNINGS: Mention of sex/adult themes.

SUMMARY: You and Bucky have been together secretly for the past couple of weeks.

A/N: Posting these on Tumblr for the bucky fans :)

*Your POV*

"Good morning, doll." I heard a voice say. I hesitantly open my eyes and see Bucky laying in my bed. His brunette hair was messy and his voice was deeper than usual; his blue eyes were piercing. I rub my eyes and groan.

"Morning," I reply, gently rolling over and wrapping my arms around him. Our bodies were now pressed together. We both smiled as we stared into each other's eyes, trying our best to read the other person's thoughts. "What?" I asked, giggling. His hands moved along my body, and his eyes followed them before coming back to meet mine.

"You're just really beautiful." He says, licking his lips. I playfully roll my eyes and roll over to face the other way. He lets out a load groan, "come back to me." I laugh as I grab my phone from the bed side table before finding my way back into Bucky's arms. He holds me tighter. I scroll through instagram while he cuddles into me, closing his eyes.

"Don't go back to sleep, Buck." I say, forcing him to open his eyes. He squints his eyes at me and furrows his eyebrows. I throw my leg over the top of his and cuddle into him, moving my phone to the side. "We have to get up."

"Can't we just stay like this?"

"I wish." I give him a quick peck on the lips before sitting up. He tiredly flops onto his stomach and throws his face at the pillows. I quickly head towards the bathroom, fiddling with the hair tie wrapping my hair in a messy bun. After a struggle, my hair falls onto my shoulders gently.

I turn on the bathroom light and look at myself in the mirror. I let out a sigh before turning on the tap and splashing my face with the cool water. That always helped me wake up in the morning. I took a deep breath before walking towards the closet to pick my outfit. We didn't have any missions today, but we did have a few meetings and scheduled 'time together' with the rest of the group. Steve thinks it's a good idea to have allocated times where we have to hang out as a group. He says it helps our teamwork. I pull out some comfortable clothes and dress myself. As I turn to look back at my bed, Bucky is still laying there face down.

"Bucky!" I call, he jumps slightly in a panic.

"W-What?" He says tiredly. He looks at you and then at the clock before quickly jumping out of the bed. "Oh shit!" He grabs his clothes from last night and puts them on in a hurry.

"Buck, don't let them see you." I say, as I fiddle through the jewellery on my desk. He nods and runs towards the door before stopping, turning around, and running back to give me a kiss. The quick peck lasted only a second before he rushed out of my room. I licked my lips and smiled to myself.

After I finish getting ready, I head to the main room for Tony's meeting. I presumed it would be about the usual stuff, ya know, someone not doing their chores, or someone messing up on an assignment. He said it wasn't an emergency so it couldn't have been anything too bad. We all sit around the table in the main room, talking amongst ourselves. Tony walks in a few minutes later, of course he had to make his own entrance.

"Right, settle down." He said, standing at the head of the table. The talking died out and we all looked at Tony. He glanced around at all of us while sighing. "Avengers, I hate to be the guy do this," he started. I looked around nervously. "If you're going to have people over, too uh," my eyes widened. Oh god. "You know what i mean,"

"No, Tony, I don't." Clint joked. Tony looked at him and took a deep breath,

"If you're gonna do- that, you can at least clean up after yourselves." He replied. Clint leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and laughed under his breath. "Please don't leave anyone's lingerie laying around."

"Someone invited a girl over and she left her underwear?" Sam laughed, looking around at everyone to trying to figure out who it was. Tony nodded and raised his eyebrows,

"Anyone want to own up?" He asked. My eyes glance around the people sitting at the table, I also wanted to figure out who it could be. "They were left in the gym." My eyes instantly widen and my lips part. I suddenly remember what Bucky and I had done in the gym yesterday after working out. I quickly look at Bucky, who's eyes were already on mine. His in-concealable panicked face said it all. Everyone turned to look at him slowly.

"Bucky!" Sam gasped, looking at him. Fuck. This was it. Everyone was going to find out about us. He was going to tell them.

"Yeah, uh, it was me." He said. I blinked and turned away, knowing what was about to happen. He gulps, "I just had some girl over, thats all, my bad." My eyes slowly drift back to his, but his are no longer focused on me. He won't even look at me after saying that.

"In the gym? Come on!" Natasha attested, rolling her eyes. Bucky looked around the room apologetically, hoping no one would make a big deal out of this.

"That's weird," Steve added. He looked at Bucky and then at me. Steve had known for a while now that something was definitely going on between the two of us. I laughed nervously and looked down. Bucky looked at me and chuckled slightly.

I looked up to realise everyone's eyes were on me. They could feel something wasn't right. I smiled at all of them and stood up before making my way back to my room. As soon as I reached my room, I could barely hold back my laughter. As if Bucky would just have 'some girl' over. Even though he put on this tough guy act, deep down he was too shy for that.

Later, Bucky came to my room. "Hey," He whispers, shutting the door quietly behind him. I look up from my phone and smile. He wanders over to me and slowly gets on top of me, nuzzling his head into my chest.

"Some girl, huh?" I say. He immediately looks up at me and lightly scrunches his face, trying to find his words.

"Yeah, you know me," he jokes, "just messing with random girls." We both laugh as I pull him back closer to me, wrapping my arms around him. We lay there in silence for a moment, just holding each other. He looks up at me, studying my face. I smile.

"What?" I giggle. Without another word, he places his lips onto mine. I immediately kiss back, reaching my hand to his hair. His hand trails down my back as he slowly pulls me on top of him. As the kiss grew more passionate, I could feel him reaching to my jeans to take them off. He pulled away for a second to look down at my jeans to see what he was doing, but I quickly smashed our lips together hungrily. I grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him but I couldn't. He laughed between our kisses as he took his shirt off himself. I ran my hands down his chest as the kiss deepened even more. He pushed me onto my back so now he was on top and began pulling my pants down. Before we could go any further, we heard a gasp coming from the door. We immediately stopped and looked up. To our horror, Steve was standing right in the doorway of my bedroom. He blinked in silence for a moment.

"Uh- sorry, um," he mumbled nervously, not knowing whether to leave, cover his eyes or just continue staring in shock.

"It's not what it looks like." I said, beginning to panic. Before I could make up an excuse, or a lie, Bucky had come clean.

"Ok fine we're together," He said, bringing up the sheets to cover you. I gently hit his chest and looked at him in shock. He titled his head and half smiled at me before turning back towards Steve, "Don't tell anyone!" Steve placed his hand on his forehead, still staring at us in disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Get out Steve!" Bucky yelled, throwing an arm out. Steve turned to leave, but before he did, he turned back around and looked at us again.

"Wait what? You two?" Steve added, as if it had only just clicked in his brain.

"Steve!"

With that, he swung around quickly and slammed the door shut. Before either of us could say anything, Bucky began to laugh. I pushed him off of me and rolled my eyes playfully,

"That's not funny," I said. He covered his mouth as he rolled over, not believing what had just happened. "He knows about us now!" Bucky quickly pulled me into him, forcing my head onto his chest as he hugged me tightly. I could feel his heartbeat begin to slow as he calmed down. I wrapped my arms around his torso and sighed.

"Hey, y/n," he whispered, tightening his grip.

"Hmm."

"I love you." He said. I froze. We had never said that to each other. I could feel my smile growing on my face as I turned to look at him. He seemed nervous, but quickly relaxed once he saw my expression. I kissed his lips gently, I blinked rapidly as we pulled apart. Before I could get too far, he leaned in for another, lightly kissing my lip as I pulled myself away. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him,

"I love you too."

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anonymousewrites · 6 months

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Nine

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nine: Our Friendship is Based on Being Mean

Summary: (Y/N) gets to actually have a fun time homecoming shopping.

“You know, I’m kinda surprised you aren’t making your own homecoming outfit,” said Noa as they flipped through the dresses on the rack in front of them.

(Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not that good yet, so I’m not going to make a fool of myself.” They grinned. “Besides, I’ve got to save all the showy stuff for senior year, right?”

“No, I believe in putting on a show every day,” said Olive, posing playfully.

“I think you’d be better at comedy than at fashion,” teased Noa.

“You’re just jealous I know how to laugh at myself,” responded Olive.

“Maybe I just think there’s a lot of reasons to laugh at you,” said Noa, but both were grinning.

(Y/N) glanced between the pair. They kind of felt they were intruding the more Olive and Noa spoke to each other with such ease. There was definitely something going on there.

“I believe in the importance of dressing well,” said Leon as they picked up a tie, compared the pattern to his suit jacket, and promptly set it back down. Evidently, it didn’t go well.

“You and Olive are the only one who dress well,” said Marcel, grinning. “The rest of us look like we put ourselves in a blender to decide what to wear.” He chuckled, making fun of himself.

“Alternative fashion is still fashion,” said (Y/N), and Leon nodded in agreement. They weren’t there to judge his friends.

Em nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, you should see how much work (Y/N) puts into their wardrobe.” She smirked. “They do their best to seem effortless, but I’ve seen them trying on outfits the night before.”

“Oh, shut up,” said (Y/N), cheeks burning in embarrassment. They hadn’t realized Em paid so much attention to what they did.

Em grinned in satisfaction at (Y/N)’s reaction. “Don’t worry, our friends can keep a secret.”

(Y/N) huffed. “Just go and get shopping.”

“(Y/N) has a point! We’ve got to get our outfits picked out for homecoming!” said Olive, throwing several dresses over her arm. “Come on, Noa, let’s go, we’ve got dresses to try one!”

“I’ve got enough, too,” said Em.

“I think I know what I’m wearing,” said (Y/N). For them, Leon, and Marcel, the shopping was simpler since they were looking for suits and not dresses.

“Good, we can put on a fashion show for you,” said Em.

“I’ll tell you what looks good,” said Leon bluntly.

“Don’t hold back. I don’t want to look like an idiot,” said Noa.

“I’ll be rude to Em,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“Aww, thanks,” said Em.

(Y/N) smirked. “Our friendship is based on being mean.”

“Very true,” laughed Em.

“Come on, you guys, let’s get this show going,” said Marcel encouragingly.

“So insistent,” joked Olive, but she linked her arm around Noa’s and dragged them to the changing room.

“I trust you’re gonna use your designer’s eye to judge my choices,” said Em as they walked towards the changing rooms.

“Oh, definitely,” said (Y/N). “So you better hope you made good choices.”

“How threatening,” joked Em as she disappeared into the changing room.

(Y/N), Marcel, and Leon sat down outside and waiting for them.

“What did you decide on?” asked Leon, looking at (Y/N)’s stack of clothes.

“Red suit,” they said. “But I’m going to do some alterations.”

“I’m wearing purple,” said Marcel. “And I’m gonna redye my hair. I’m thinking more of a deep blue instead of purple this time so I’m not matching too much.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I’m guessing you have your makeup planned, too?”

“Oh, of course,” said Marcel. He almost looked offended that (Y/N) would think he wouldn’t have everything planned.

“We will complement each other,” said Leon, nodding to Marcel. “I have a navy suit.”

“Oh, nice!” said Marcel, brightening and smiling at Leon. “Are you wearing any makeup or accessories?”

“I have a set of gold earrings and rings,” said Leon.

“You should wear them,” said (Y/N).

“Yes! You and I would totally look good next to each other,” said Marcel.

Leon froze at the compliment before nodding stiffly.

“Alright, first outfit!” said Olive, bursting out of the room. She had on a sage green dress that floated around her knees.

“I’m not sure how I feel about this,” said Noa, throwing their braids over their shoulder to show off the silver-blue dress they had on.

“You look nice, but I think you could look better in something else,” agreed Olive.

“I think I could find something else, too,” said Em, coming out in a dark red dress. “I like the shape but not the color.”

“Let’s look to the master,” said Olive, turning to (Y/N) with a joking smile.

They turned red at the attention on them and fidgeted for a moment before catching Em’s eye. She smiled encouragingly, and (Y/N) relaxed. They cleared their throat.

“Uh…” They assessed each dress. “Olive, the color looks really good on you, but I think you prefer dresses with a little more embellishment, and I think a flowy dress would look better.

“Noa, the dress looks good, but it’s on the boring side. It just doesn’t feel like you.

“Em, not the right color. I’d recommend a green or another cool color.” (Y/N) finished their assessment.

“Thanks!” said Olive, disappearing back into the changing room to decide on what to wear.

“I knew something was wrong with this one,” said Noa, nodding and going back in to try another dress.

Em remained outside the changing room for a moment and grinned at (Y/N). They winked at them as if to say “See? We’re not going to dislike you for sharing your thoughts. You’re okay here.”

(Y/N) turned red and crossed their arms. Em chuckled and went in to change. (Y/N) let a small smile appear on their face.

Their friends didn’t mind their thoughts and personality. They were lucky to have them. And with them, (Y/N) could be themself.

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momentsbeforemass · 7 months

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“Mine”

(by request, my homily from earlier today)

If you were going to summarize the Gospel we just heard [the parable of the wicked tenants, linked at the end], how would you do it?

For me, it comes down to one word – “mine.”

What we see in today’s Gospel is ugly. And it is nothing other than the end product of “mine,” the most dangerous idea our species has ever come up with.

When I say “mine,” I mean all mine.

Not just me first. It’s not enough that I win. You have to lose.

Taken to its natural conclusion, that is where “mine” ends up.

We’ve all seen it happen, maybe even in our own families. When mom dies. And one of the kids says “mine” about something in the estate. Something that mom left to someone else.

Whether it’s been a long time coming, or it’s a complete surprise, as that estate plays out you get to see a side of someone you thought you knew. A part of them that is truly ugly. And one that has no room for anyone else.

That is “mine” in action.

Or maybe you’ve lived it.

You worked there for ten years. You’re a top performer. Nobody does the job as well as you do. And everyone knows it.

When the chance for a promotion opened up, you were the obvious choice.

And then they gave it some kid who hadn’t even been there for a year.

That was your opportunity! You put in the time. No one was more qualified than you. It was yours. You deserved it. You were robbed!

That is what “mine” feels like.

And that is what we see playing out in today’s Gospel. “Mine” has gotten its claws into the tenants. And once it starts, it doesn’t stop.

That’s why it keeps ramping up, and why it gets completely out of hand. So that they can finally say “mine” – about the vineyard.

The thing is, the parable stops before “mine” is done having it’s way with the tenants.

If the owner hadn’t stepped in, if the tenants had taken over the vineyard?

“Mine” would have kept going. And they would have turned on each other, until only one of them was left to say “mine.”

Because that is how “mine” works. “Mine” means all mine.

It’s not enough that I win. You have to lose.

Taken to its natural, unavoidable conclusion, that is where “mine” ends up.

If you want to know what can destroy the strongest bonds of family, love, and friendship, this is it.

If you want to know what can separate us from God, this is it.

If you want to know what got us tossed out of the Garden, this is it.

“Mine” is the original sin.

And you’re thinking, “That’s not me, my sister was the greedy one when mom died. Besides, I’ve never beaten up a messenger, much less killed someone. None of this applies to me, right?”

I wish.

What Jesus is showing us is where “mine” ends up. But that’s not where it starts.

For most of us, it usually starts in disguise. And you and I are the ones camouflaging it.

We disguise “mine” in all kinds of ways. But whether we clothe in the language of success. Or power. Or influence. Or wealth. Or anger. Or even fear. They’re all just different ways of saying “mine.”

And no matter how we disguise “mine” at the beginning, if we let “mine” get its claws into us, this is where it ends up.

So, what can we do about it?

First, we’ve got to be honest about our limitations. You and I both know that we can’t just tell ourselves to not do something. And then pretend like that’s going to work.

If nothing else, we’ve been through enough Lents, where we’ve tried to give up even the most trivial things, to know better.

If we’re going to keep “mine” from sinking its claws into us, you and I need to do something. We need a concrete, positive way to respond.

This is what discipleship and stewardship are all about. How?

Discipleship is practical. It’s accepting Jesus as your Lord and Savior. And then? Actually living like Jesus is your Lord and Savior.

As our diocesan synod put it, discipleship means making “a conscious, firm decision, carried out in action,” to be a follower of Jesus Christ – no matter the cost to yourself. It’s “a committed approach to living a Christian life within the Catholic Church.” That’s the official stuff.

What it really means is being who you are, as a Christian.

And stewardship? It’s how we put discipleship into practice. In every part of our lives. From how we treat ourselves, to how treat others. From how we use the influence that we have, to how we use the things that we have.

It’s living out who you are, as a Christian.

So, how do you and I do that?

I’m going to tell you something you already know. This is not easy.

And it’s not a one-and-done. This is something that has to be done over and over.

In every interaction. In every decision. In every action.

In every day. In every hour. In every thing.

If you’re serious, here’s the roadmap. From C.S. Lewis,

Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.

Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favorite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end. Submit with every fiber of your being, and you will find eternal life.

Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.

Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead.

Look for yourself [say “mine”], and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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Regulations

Media Star wars The Force Awakens

Character Petty Officer Thanisson

Couple Thanisson X Reader

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day Fourteen

Kinktober Concept Exhibitionism

Smut Exhibitionism / nudity/ risk of getting caught/ flashing/ full sex/ raw sex

I giggled a little as I glanced across to the chair beside me he caught my look of course. Thanisson and I had been sitting next to each other on the finalizer for forever now every day the same old thing sitting next to each other in the control room occasionally pressing buttons and sometimes giving into thought our headsets but most of the time we just sat endlessly bored. But Thanisson and I had come up with a little game to amuse us while we worked. The first order is known for being strict about everything especially our uniform at first it was small seeing how far we could push it before we got in trouble. Little things like: Replacing the black shoelaces in our boots with red, Rolling our sleeves higher than the allowed length, Parting our hair differently than the officer style.

Scandalous I know but if someone reported us we would both be in big trouble.

But we hadn't gotten caught meaning we had to keep upping the ante it became a competition of who could get away with the most outlandish thing, and of course, by now we were pretty far.

He gave me a sly smirk and undid a button on his jacket revealing he didn't have his shirt on below his jacket I kept looking so he kept pulling it back revealing his whole bare shoulder but the door opened so he quickly fixed it and we pretended to get on with our work, I smirked a little glancing to him and he smirked at me so I undid a couple of the buttons on my uniform exposing that I too hadn't worn my shirt or my bra I managed to undo my shirt completely holding it a moment as to not expose me before I opened it up wide turning red but enjoying the thrill of it, he began to gasp but undid his own revealing his bare chest too completely slipping his shirt off leaving it to pool at his waist we both couldn't stop our giggles.

I heard the door so we both quickly fixed ourselves up focusing on work for a while until I caught him again this time he was undoing his pants revealing he had nothing below them pulling out his erection and giving it a gentle stroke I giggled blowing him a little kiss he smirked at me so I smiled undoing my own pulling them down and opening my legs to expose my pussy gently stroking my clit making him groan, I heard the door again so we both quickly covered up but I noticed that was everyone leaving for lunch making us the only ones here I bit my lip looking at him he bit his own and smirked glancing down I undid my pants kicking them off and he pushed his down to his ankles I jumped from my seat to sit on his lap quickly letting him slip inside me "Uhh fuck" he gasps quietly "We have to be quick if you don't wanna get caught" I remind him undoing my shirt so he could play with my tits as I bounced "I know pet, fast. or we'll both get in trouble" he smirked undoing his own so I could stroke and nuzzle his bare chest as he thrust up into me we both moved as fast as possible desperate to get off but also not to get caught even if it was so thrilling to think as we pushed away our clothes more and more that we sat in the control room almost naked having raw sex doing our best to stay as quiet as possible I knew we were both getting close when I heard the door.

We both moved as quickly as we could I jumped back into my seat grabbing my clothes from the floor just using them to cover me as I had no time to get them back on and Thanisson did much the same quickly pulling his pants up and his jacket closed as someone came in grabbed something and left again. as soon as the door shut we couldn't stop our giggles as we started getting re dressed I did think about jumping back but I'm so happy I didn't as everyone flooded back from lunch and then-

The door opened and his voice spoke up as I was doing up my jacket "Uniform inspection!" Commander Hux shouted and we glanced at each other turning bright red 'shit' he mouthed we quickly fixed as much as we could and stood for inspection thanisson first as the commander and his guards paced around him I had to admit it was so exciting to think if we would get away with his thinking of poor thanisson naked below that uniform his cock likely still covered in juiced from our raw sex meer moments before "One. don't let it happen again" he warns "Yes sir" he nods taking his disapinaiary for his red shoelaces I'm surprised he didn't get caught for anything else but they always do the boy's checks a little more loosely "Alright Your turn officer" "Yes sir" I nodded trying not to blush given I was utterly naked below this one layer if they merely undid my buttons they would see my bare breasts holding my legs tight together where they ached from excitement from earlier it was so thrilling I wanted to giggle as they checked me over thanisson giving me a sly eye or trying to without getting caught "Undo your shirt" "Why sir?" "I have a suspicion you're uniform is not to regulation" I didn't know what to do, or how I'd get out of this "Well no sir it isn't" "Why have you purposely disregarded regulations?" "Well sir" I began doing my best to think as I spoke but not sound like I was making it up as I went along "My breasts have been growing so much lately sir, they've been getting so big, the supplied undergarments don't fit me anymore, I put in a request for bigger sizes but they have yet to arrive so I've had no choice but to work without one sir" I explained "I see. I'll let it slide temporarily." he nods "Thank you sir" I blushed "Next," he said moving on to the next person "Good job" Thanisson smiled as he leant closer "Dare you to undo your pants and flash the commander while he checks the next line" I whispered glancing at those in front of us "Your on" he smirked "If you do it with me pet" "Deal" I smirked we tried not to blush or to giggle as he checked the next line and as he faced away I undid my shirt flashing my tits and thanisson flashed his cock it was quick as he wasn't turned around very long and we quickly fixed ourselves "What's going on with you two?" He snapped noticing how red we hade both turned "Forgive us sir, we remained while everyone else went to lunch mind getting ancy sir" Thanisson explained "Alright you two have been checked go on" he said "Thank you sir" I smiled and we bolted out the command centre giggling like teenagers.

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leaderoffestivals · 8 months

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Poltergeist Chapter 3

Madara: And what are those jobs about? What are we gonna do, exactly? Well, I can pretty much guess, but— Natsume: YeS. From here on oUT, MaM will be working in this Dancing Cranes Home as part of the nursery stAFF.

Scenario Writer: Akira Season: Winter Characters: Mikejima Madara, Sakasaki Natsume

< Thirty minutes later. >

Madara: Alright! I’m all changed into my work clothes now! If I were to wander around in my casual clothes, I might be mistaken for an intruder after aaall!

Oh~hh! Anzu-san, have you changed your outfit too? You look sooo cute! This reminds me of those days in the past when we used to play house together——

“Look, here’s today’s dinner for you, Papa!” “Thank you, Mama, I love you!”

… …Hmmm? What’s with that doubtful look on your face?

Hahaha. Come to think of it, you’re already aware I’m a shady guy who cooked up a dubious story about us being close childhood friends, huh?

Do you really think that I made up all of those childhood memories, though?

The honest truth is that we really did use to play together as friends. However, I exaggerated as to how we played during those times—

—because you were a reeeally quiet child, back in the day. Now that I think about it, when we played house, I was the one who played aaall the roles of Papa, Mama, and the child as well—

—while you simply watched on, smiling sweetly. That was how we really played house.

I reeeally miss those days, hahaha.

Natsume: Both of you seem to be getting along unexpectedly well with each othER, hMM?

Madara: Ohh! Sorry, sorry! We’ve been chatting idly among ourselves, and keeping you waiting!

Natsume: Don’t sweat iT. There aren’t any urgent matters here that need doing anywAY. FrankLY, there are ample staff here in this faciliTY—way more than is necessary to go aroUND, in faCT.

If we hadn’t forced them to make up some work for us to dO, we would probably wind up twiddling our thumbs in boredOM.

Madara: What’s this work about? What are we supposed to do, exactly? Well, I can pretty much guess, but—

Natsume: YeS. From here on oUT, MaM will be working in this Dancing Cranes Home as a nursery school teacHER.

Both the kitten Anzu-chan and I will be acting as your support in that roLE, Mikejima-senpai.

Madara: A nursery school teacher, huh? Are you reeeally sure about that? I mean—even for me—I don’t have any experience with this kind of work at all. Aren’t there qualifications required to be in this line of work?

Natsume: Of course there aRE. HowevER, it’ll be fine because you’ll only be pretending to work heRE. This is one of those typical programmes where idols showcase what it’s like to work in different fields, after aLL.

You’ll be assisting a real nursery teacher in the role of a part-timER, casually helping with small jobs here and theRE.

In actual faCT, you won’t be required to help out at aLL. You will just need to put up a show of doing the right things for the cameras and you can call it a dAY.

Madara: Hoho~. In short, it’s like playing house.

Natsume: YeS. It is a kind of make-belieVE. Celebrities visiting various professions and documenting their work experience is a pretty common concept for shOWS, nowadAYS. It’s particularly prevalent in online programMES.

The project this time is akin to “Come Experience What It’s Like To Be A Nursery School Teacher!”

Madara: Oh, come on. That sounds like a cheapskate project that took aaall of five minutes to cook up.

Natsume: SeriousLY? Such a rude choice of woRDS. The President’s beEN, in his own wAY, trying his best to come up with a job that aligns with your requEST—a MaM-like joB—

And as the name “MaM” suggeSTS, a job with the attributes of being a Mama—of being a mothER.

Madara: And you’re saying that when one thinks of mothers, one thinks of someone who cherishes children and raises them with love?

Natsume: That’s the association one maKES, isn't iT? And while that perspective might seem a little out-daTED, the image of a mother you have in mind isn’t necessarily the most modern version eithER, is iT?

All you have to do is portray the traditionally virtuous image of a mother in front of the cameras and you’ll be good to gO. That is what you wish fOR, isn’t iT—or ratHER, you will be satisfied with thAT, won’t yOU?

Madara: Hm~mm. Well, I myself couldn’t define what a MaM-like job would be, when I tried thinking about it earlier.

I guess it wouldn’t be a bad thing to take advantage of the President’s kindness and give this job a go. Besides, now that the situation has come to this, I'm not in a position to selfishly say, 'I don't wanna do this,' or 'I wanna go back,' at aaall.

Natsume: You’re riGHT. You wouldn’t want to turn around so soon after arriving heRE, and spend all those hours travelling back to Seisoukan, would yOU?

MoreovER, if you were to boycott the job the President went to all this trouble to arrange for yOU, he would be quite upSET, no matter how mild-mannered a person he iS.

At the very leaST, you have to pick up some souvenirs before you leAVE, riGHT?

Madara: Uhhh. There doesn’t seem to be any shops where I can get souvenirs from in this place, though!

I was looking all around me on the way here, but the surroundings are completely unspoiled wilderness—there aren’t even any houses, you knowww!

I was stunned to learn this building is meant to be a welfare home for children. After all, because of the surroundings, it makes this place practically resemble an isolation ward—or even a prison!

Natsume: … … That may be closer to the truth than you thINK.

Madara: Hm? What was that again?

Natsume: It’s nothiNG. Come to think of iT, we’ve been chatting endlessly and putting it off foreVER, but shall we buckle down to do that tour of the facility and introduction of the staff members nOW?

Stop interrupting me at every turn with your objections and just do what I tell you tO, like an adULT.

Madara: YES~, Mama~.

Natsume: OH, for heaven’s saKE. You’re ‘MaM’, aren’t yOU? SeriousLY… …

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

Translator’s Notes:

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #mikejima madara #sakasaki natsume #new color #poltergeist

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weirdraccoon · 11 months

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*after Merope dies*

Ishbel was staring at the far wall, Merope’s blood still on her hands.

Ominis was pacing, shushing the newborn in his arms with a look as lost as his wife’s.

Sebastian closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and counted to ten.

He hated those moments, when he had to be the strong one, when he had to help his spouses come back from wherever it was they were in their minds.

If he was asked, he’d say he felt as lost as them. Merope may have been Ominis’ niece, but she had visited often, she even called Sebastian “uncle” and Ishbel “aunt”. They watch her grow. They helped her when Marvolo got too violent. They cleared her tears when Morfin got lost that first time. She had been family, and not only because she was Ominis’ brother’s daughter.

Sebastian looked at Ishbel, then at Ominis, trying to decide who needed him the most. He noticed Ishbel’s faraway look, and he noticed she was mindlessly rubbing her hands as if trying to clean the blood but only making it worse.

With a sigh, Sebastian fill a bowl with water and took a cloth from the table. He couldn’t believe that just a few hours before, Ishbel and he were having dinner. Before Ishbel sensed something off. Before she ran out and found a weak Merope clinging to life, to her son’s life.

“Hey,” he sat next to his wife and took her hand in his, using the cloth to clean them. “I know what you’re thinking. Stop it.”

Ishbel blinked and looked at him, then at the room, as if remembering where she was.

“I couldn’t help her,” she muttered, voice full of self-loathing.

“Do you remember what you said to me when Anne died?” He asked, voice cracking a little at his sister’s name. “Well, now I’m telling you: you did all you could, I know it. So, stop blaming yourself. Death cannot be avoided when she is determined on taking someone.”

Ishbel let out a soft sob and covered her mouth with her hand. Sebastian took it back quickly, cleaning it and cleaning the blood from his wife’s face. Ishbel’s eyes began tearing and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, acting as her anchor.

“I’m going to find him,” she vowed between sobs. “I’m going to find this Tom Riddle and end him! How dare he leave her like that! Why didn’t she come to us sooner?”

“I’d like to know that as well,” Ominous uttered, joining them on the couch on the other side of Sebastian. “Where was she? Why did she come now? Does my brother know?”

“All good questions,” Sebastian agreed. “All impossible to answer,” he put a hand over Ominis’ thigh, just letting him know he was there for him, for them, seeing as Ominis’ hands were full of baby Tom.

“What are we going to do?” Ishbel whispered, looking at the baby with both fondness and fear. “I thought we agreed we weren’t good with children.”

“Imelda seems to think we’d turn them into dark lords or ladies,” Sebastian smirked, but it wasn’t yet time to joke, and Ishbel and Ominis only winced, as if struck. “I didn’t mean-

“We know,” Ominis hastened to say.

“We can barely take care of ourselves,” Ishbel whispered, fearfully, “and most of it is thanks to magic. We don’t even look our age! We didn’t have the best role models for this!”

Sebastian gulped. He did want children, especially if he got to raise them with his two favorite people in the world. However, he understood Ishbel and Ominis’ fears. Their parents sucked, to be honest. And while Sebastian’s own had been great, they ended up dead long before the twins got their Hogwarts letters. And Uncle Solomon… hadn’t been as bad as the Sayres or Gaunts, but he hadn’t been good either.

“So what,” Sebastian jumped off the sofa and paced in front of them. “We just send him to an orphanage? To the muggle world? Or maybe to your brother?” He turned to Ominis. “I’m sure he’d love his grandson! Riddle doesn’t sound like a wizard’s name, does it?”

Ishbel dropped her head, looking at her hands on her lap again. Ominis bit his lip, tightening his hold on his grandnephew.

Thanks to Sebastian’s research and Ishbel’s ancient magic, they really didn’t look their age. It was weird to think of the baby as their “grand” something.

“We promised Merope we’d take care of him,” Ishbel finally said.

“What if the better way to take care of him is finding him a better home?” Ominis asked.

Ishbel and Sebastian heard the slight tremble of his voice, and while Ishbel moved over to his side, Sebastian deflated and sat on the arm of the sofa, leaving Ominis in the middle.

“Ominis,” Ishbel called softly, touching his face with care. Ominis blinked, and a single tear rolled down his face, breaking Sebastian’s heart. “You’re not your father,” Ishbel consoled. “You’re not like any of them,” she said earnestly. “You won’t hurt him, not even unintentionally, I know it.”

“Just like you’re not your father either, Ishbel,” Sebastian added, taking advantage of her own words. “And I’m not my uncle. We know how not to neglect him. Maybe we could learn how to take care of him together?”

Ominis let out a breath and Ishbel smiled adoringly at Sebastian. Between them, baby Tom let out a soft sound, and Ishbel and Sebastian looked down to find a pair of dark eyes peering curiously at them.

“What do you say, Tom?” Sebastian asked. “Do you want to be a Sallow?”

“Of course he wants to be a Sallow,” Ishbel added, smiling softly. “What kind of name is Riddle anyway? Speaking of…”

Ominis shook his head, a happy, if still uncertain, smile adorning his lips.

“Can we leave the murder spree for after we learn how to take care of Tom?”

Sebastian laughed and kissed Ishbel’s pout. Then, just because he could, he took his new son from Ominis’ arms in exchange for another kiss.

“I can’t wait to teach you everything I know.”

#adopted dark lord au #beginnings #fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #tom riddle #sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt #how do i title this on ao3 #the son?#this mc is finally developing a backstory #imma be honest its similar to cassandra cain's from batman #or stephanie brown #like- dad trains her to be strong and use her special magic for his own purposes #then dies and leaves her alone #and fig welcomes her to their world #but also dies XD

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eimoonie · 8 months

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In this today's chapter... (Drum rolls, please) It's Venti's turn!! (Scaramouche is now called Wanderer in here)

To know more about the story, read chapter 1 and 2 first ^^

Perviously...

Xiao joined the music club that was suggested (encouraged) by Venti! Now, you're the club manager, more like a band manager.

You're currently on your way back to the clubroom after shopping for some clothes with Heizou. Both of you returned to the clubroom to check up on the others. Apparently, you assigned them tasks, such as practicing and honing their skills on their respective instruments or refining their choreography.

Everyone was exhausted from the moderately challenging tasks. As soon as you slid the door open, a chilling gust of wind and an eerie atmosphere engulfed you. The deeper you ventured into the room, the more oppressive the feeling became. You spotted Xiao hunched over the table, his head supported by his hand. Relief washed over you at the sight of someone familiar.

"Goodness, Xiao," you exclaimed. "You really startled me. What happened to the clubroom? How did it end up like this?"

You scanned the gloomy clubroom as you spoke. Xiao replied, "We pushed ourselves too hard." Heizou entered and pulled Venti and Wanderer out, asking, "What's going on?" Venti, lying on the ground, responded with a laid-back tone that contrasted with his somber appearance, "We were just working ourselves to the bone."

"Alright!! From now on, let's work hard to improve our band!" Venti exclaimed. "I think I know a live venue. I can try to get you guys in," you offered, taking out your phone to search for the live venue's location. "Ooh, it's not so far from my house," Heizou mentioned. "Maybe we can drop by Heizou's place! Hehhe..." Venti chuckled. "My mother isn't that strict, so it's fine," Heizou added. After a while, you shared all the information about the live venue and the plan

You sighed and opened the curtains and the window. "Also, where's Kazuha?" Heizou asked. Kazuha entered the clubroom with a bunch of cookies on a tray he was carrying. "Anyone want some cookies?" Kazuha said with a smile on his face and bright eyes. "YES!!" everyone exclaimed and sat down to enjoy the fresh cookies. "Delicious!" You complimented the cookies; they tasted like Subway's cookies. They all ate happily. "Kazuha always makes great cookies, nom nom," Venti praised with his mouth full of red velvet cookies. "You know, maybe you could teach me how to cook sometime!" You suggested. "Last year, I was in the cooking club, so, of course, I know how to make several snacks." Kazuha took one of the cookies and fed himself, a small sparkle lighting up Kazuha's eyes. "hmm... nom nom," Kazuha said with a contented expression.

"right, so all we need to do is to have a song!"

After the club meeting ended, everyone said their goodbyes and headed home. You were walking back when Venti quickly caught up, exclaiming, 'Hey there, Y/N! Wait for meeee!!' Venti grabbed your hand, 'Let's stop at this new maid cafe!' Venti pointed at the cafe, and you were intrigued, chuckling as you entered.

Venti may appear to be very extroverted, but he prefers to converse with those he's already friends with. Since you're childhood friends with Venti, you can probably predict his every move. He and Shenhe were the kind of people you never thought you'd need.

"Hmm!! The chocolate mint cake actually tastes good!" Venti exclaimed. "Say ahh~!!" He carefully placed a small portion on his fork to share with you, knowing you didn't have any money and just wanted to accompany him. "Ahh..! Nom." You eagerly took a bite, savoring the delightful blend of mint and the rich flavors of chocolate and peanuts. "It tastes amazing, actually!" You were pleasantly surprised by the unexpected treat. Initially, both of you had doubts about the cake's taste, but now you both realized it was quite delicious!

Talking about Venti, hes not that very interested in trends or anything, he just like to stick to his own clan instead of trying to fit in.

After paying, Venti walks happily with you all the way home, content after satisfying his appetite. Venti chuckles, then strides forward and glances back at you while still walking, saying, 'Let's dine there again sometime! I'd love to treat you once more...' He mischievously laughs as he playfully runs away from you.

You were confused by Venti's new behaviour.

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LET’S TALK ABOUT MR. SADIK ADNAN AKA UNCLE DILF OF HETALIA

Sadık is an unique name. I never met a Sadık in my life. It means loyal. Adnan is usually a name, not a surname. It’s an old name, people don’t name their sons Adnan anymore. Both names are pretty masculine sounding. “Sadık” is pronounced S, A in dark, Dı is read the same as the word “the”, K is normal. Adnan is pretty easy, all As in our language are the same.

Sadiq is not a real name, we don’t have q in our alphabet. But I understand that people don’t know this so I forgive u guys 😙

Do I like his name? Tbh the first time I’ve seen it I didn’t, but I like it now. I can’t imagine him having a different name.

I have a few headcanons of him!!!

First of all, this man is LOUD. Like he is not shouting obv, but he talks loudly, energetically, and a little fast paced. He is extroverted, he can carry a conversation easily, and I can see him being “the dominant one” in a convo if it makes sense. Like u don’t have to worry about finding a topic bc Sadık naturally finds it.

His voice is deep.

He is friendly, but he doesn’t share his romantic life if it’s not a close friend. I can see him being close w Balkan countries, Bulgaria especially. A lot of Turks came to Turkey from Bulgaria in 50s and 90s (bc yk Ottoman Empire was there) But I think his personal relationship with Balkans doesn’t get affected by foreign policies. Bc fuck governments and politics. Anyways LOL. He is friends with Russia too. I read some RusTur fanfics? I don’t even know the name of the ship but it was fucking hot. He likes Europeans, Germany is his fave, but he isn’t close with them. Greece will have his own section 😉

He lives in Istanbul, in Anatolia side. He just can’t escape this city he loves it so much even tho it’s overpopulated.

He likes fishing like every uncle ever. He falls asleep in front of his TV like every dad. He loves drinking rakı and eating the fish he caught w it. He loves to eat, he has a dad bod. When he’s drinking he prepares the table like this n people go insane for it, also he always pays the meal’s bills. His hospitality has no limits like this man can die of hypothermia if it means his guests are warm and tucked in bed.

He has ZERO drip 😔 he has a beard n a hairy body. Idk why but I can’t rlly imagine him with abs. Maybe Osmanlı (Im gonna use Turkish bc Ottoman Empire is so long bro) had an athletic body, but Mr. Turkey just doesn’t care.

He loveeees cooking. Ok so Turks hate takeouts unless u live alone. If u go to a Turkish household and suggest that u want to order a pizza they will act like u just cursed their entire family. Sadık is the same unless he eats kebap outside bc mmm kebap is yummy.

He is a Muslim, not a hardcore tho, he only practices it in Fridays the same way Christians go to church in Sundays.

LETS TALK ABOUT OSMANLI OMG. So yk Mr. Adnan is friendly softie etc etc. But Osmanlı was different! I think his personality changed after the Turkish War of Independence and the Republic has founded. He had to change himself, we the people had to change ourselves to fit the modern Western world.

But at it’s prime Sadık was crueler, focused on wars and fighting and conquering, making his Empire bigger. He has seen many things. Had to betray, manipulate. He was impatient, cunning, cynical. He was never cold though. I think he was always sincere, like yeah his words hurt but he was telling the truth. I don’t like portraying him evil, like a villain. He doesn’t have a bad heart. He knows how to have a good time if u are his friend.

I think he got THE drip bro. Like his clothes were the most expensive fabrics, sewn by the best tailors.

His sexuality hmmm well 🤔 I think he likes woman but Osmanlı was really gay at that time. Lots of gossips about bisexual Sultans. So I hc him as bi leaning to woman. He loves woman but he bedded many manyyyyy men yk. Especially when he was younger and sexier and he fucked some Sultans with their wives. Like casual not-so-secret threesomes in Has Oda, yeniçeri’s blushing listening outside of their door (Sultan’s main bedroom 😉) he probably wanted to sleep w women in harem too but he couldn’t 😔 no men were allowed inside.

I don’t ship TurGre. I’ve read fics, some I really like, but when I think about it I feel weird and uncomfortable. I like their dynamic as complicated frenemies. Sadık was never a parent to Hera. I think their dynamic was like Romano-Spain. Boss and ??? Child??? I think Hera never did housework though. Humans already did that. When Hera was little, he hated Sadık. But as he spent time w him, he liked him a little bit. Sadık taught him many things, but he never saw him as his “son” or “student” it’s just. It was a land under Osmanlı, and Sadık wanted to know him. He looked after him of course, and he enjoyed his company. Telling him stories, traveling Istanbul, talking philosophy. We all know Hera loves philosophy. I also think they didn’t spend a lot of time anyway, Sadık was too busy.

Today, they pretend to hate each other but they don’t actually hate each other?? Wowneifnifj. It’s like Turkey vs Greece memes. Like they make fun of each other but it’s teasing, it’s not mean, both went through so many things. They both suffered n they understand each other.

AND TURKEY TOUCHES PEOPLE. A LOT. He hugs n slaps n pokes. Hera is used to it. Turks are touchy in general, including men. No boundaries at all. I’m glad Hima put this in the comic :D

That’s all about the Istanbul gentleman 😙✨

#hws turkey #aph turkey #hws greece #too a lil bit c:#hetalia headcanons

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