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crazyinlovewithbucky · 8 months

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“In the bedroom, I’ll be screaming but outside, I’ll keep it quiet.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky had a sexual relationship and were hiding it from everyone in the team and the compound, making the relationship more exciting for you. Also, you discovered a secret kink Bucky had.

Warnings: smut with very little plot, overstimulation, p in v sex, RUSSIAN NICKNAMES, Soldat kink, Bucky being desperately horny, sex-tape, filming during sex, almost getting caught, praise kink, some degradation kink with name-calling, creampie, breeding kink, marking kink, hair pulling, kind of voyeurism kink??, Steve making appearance and being so sweet and gentle to reader, an odd mention of Pam and Tommy? fingering, finger sucking, fluff, aftercare, Russian praise, too many kinks, I lost track I'm sorry.

This smut was inspired by the song Low by SZA

AU/N: Hey guys, I don't know how to say this but this smut piece is literally written based on a dream I had lol. Hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything. Enjoy <3.

"Shit, get in. Get in." Your heart skipped a beat, and you got so excited and shy when you saw Bucky standing in front of your door completely naked with nothing but his bathroom robe on, and he opened it wide open as soon as you opened your bedroom door. You held his hand and pulled him in quickly before someone saw him like this. "What the hell are you doing?" You closed and locked the door, turned around to face him, and found his robe now pooling around his feet.

"I just missed you so much, baby doll. Come here." He pulled you by your arms to him and started kissing you hungrily, then he lifted you up in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around him by habit. You kissed him back deeply. "I just couldn't wait until they fell asleep. I need you so badly." He mumbled against your mouth and held you tightly as he turned towards your bed and threw you gently on it. "Clothes off now." He ordered, and you giggled as you didn't have many clothes on. Only your tank top and your panties. You took them off quickly and saw him already moving his metal hand up and down his hardened cock, and it was leaking pre-cum at the sight before his eyes: you, fully naked on your white bed sheets. All his.

He started at your feet, kissing and mumbling sweet words like miss this, miss you, love you, my doll, my perfect girl, and need you, moving all the way up to your calves, knees, and thighs, filling them with kisses and love bites. You smiled at how needy he was, as if you hadn't woken up in his arms this morning as he was fucking you awake, burying his head in your neck, and marking you there. You had to wear a turtleneck sweater all day long in the middle of August because of his marks on your neck, claiming you as his over and over again as he wanted desperately to show everyone that you are his, but unfortunately for him, you had to keep your relationship a secret because you don't want anyone snooping around or middling in that special bond you and Bucky have.

At first, you kept it a secret because you weren't sure if this relationship would work out or not, and if it didn't, you both didn't want it to be a big deal with everyone walking on eggshells around you guys. But to your surprise, it worked out, and it lasted for a whole year. You both thought the reason why it's going so well between you guys is because you're keeping it a secret, so this is why you try to hide it as best as you can, sneaking around and locking doors, making excuses to go on missions together as it feels like a gateway vacation for you both. Of course, you were working and getting your asses kicked, but you always made things up to make it last longer than it did so you could enjoy your time together and go on dates. It wasn't the best plan, but it made you both happy and got you both closer to each other. And all things aside, you both found it so thrilling and erotic to keep it hidden from everyone and sneak around, having quickies in conference rooms, on the quinjets, in Tony and Bruce's labs, in the gym, on the roof, and in a parked SUV. Because sadly, most of the time you both weren't alone; he was either with Steve or Sam, and you were always following Nat and Yelena around. So you both had to take advantage of any time you found yourselves alone in it.

"Take it easy, Soldat. Don't you remember this morning?" You smirked and rubbed his hair while he was kissing and sucking love marks on your inner thighs.

"I love it when you call me that." He chuckled, moved up your body, and kissed you passionately. He devoured your mouth with his. He pressed his body so close to yours, like you were a part of him. Wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, afraid you might disappear if he ever let go. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, fearing the same thing. "Want to do nothing except for staying right here, like this, forever, моя любовь" he mumbled, and you moaned against his mouth when you heard your favorite Russian nickname, the one he always whispers in your ear when he tries to tease you in front of people. My love.

He moved his head down and started sucking and biting your nipples, giving each one the proper love and attention they deserve. while moving his hands, lifting your legs up, and bending you in half. You held them up and wrapped them around his torso. He sneaked his fleshy hand down to your cunt and cupped it. Rubbing and opening your lips down there and feeling your arousal soak his hand "All of this is for me, Кукла?" He rubbed your arousal all over your clit, earning some moans and whimpers from you. Then he moved his hand to his mouth and licked his digits clean of your wetness. "Tastes like heaven, as always." He pushed his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like his life depended on it. So passionately, you were slightly getting dizzy.

While getting drowned in his kiss, you felt his cock slowly poking your entrance. He pushed the head slowly inside, and you moaned against his mouth at how hot and hard it felt inside. You felt yourself gushing around him, just for the excitement of feeling his hardened cock filling you up. He moved his kisses to your neck, finding new places there to mark you. He pushed his cock inside of you slowly until he bottomed out, and both of you were moaning messes. You loved hearing him moan and whimper for you as much as he loved hearing the same sounds come out of you.

He picked up a slow and deep pace at first, while his mouth never left yours or your body. You were playing with his hair and moaning his name. "Damn, Bucky. I missed this so much. Please don't leave. I want you, like this all the time." You whimpered in his ear, and you swore you felt his cock twitching when he heard your words. You thought he was going to cum.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're killing me." He breathed hard and started an unrelenting pace, going faster and fucking his cock harder into you. His hand snaked down, and he rubbed quick circles on your clit. You cried out loud and couldn't control your screams and moans anymore. You couldn't handle it any longer, and suddenly, you heard that gushing sound coming out of you. You squirted and came all over his cock. You lost all control of your body, and you felt your walls uncontrollably clenching so hard on his cock. He moaned loudly as he emptied everything he had inside of you; that squelching sound became louder because of your mixed juices, and he couldn't stop fucking everything into you, filling you up, and marking you as always.

You were cut off from your trance by a loud banging on your door, and someone was trying to open your door. "Y/N, are you okay? Open the door." It was Steve, and from the sound of his voice, he was very concerned.

"Fuck, were we that loud?" you panicked and whispered to Bucky.

He chuckled at you and said, "You were that loud, doll, not me." He kissed your cheek while stressing the word 'you'.

Steve kept banging and trying to open the door, saying, "I'm going to break this down if you don't answer me."

"Holy shit," you whispered. "Steve, I'm fine. It's just—II was—Oh." You yelled back to Steve and were cut short because Bucky moved his semi-hard cock and kept fucking his cum into you, very slowly and deeply. "Buck, come on." You moaned quietly, but all this son of a bitch did was raise his eyebrows at you playfully and smirk.

"Looks like Steve will finally find out the slut you've been hiding under your innocent face, doll. And you know Steve loves to gossip with Nat." He smirked and bit your jaw playfully, knowing goddamn well that Steve tells everything to Nat, and Nat tells Yelena, and Yelena has a big mouth and will tell every single one in the compound that Steve saw you being fucked raw by his best friend, and that made you get more startled and out of breath.

"Y/N. What's wrong? Are you sure you're fine?" Steve yelled from the other side of the door.

"Y-Yes, Steve. I- Fuck" Bucky, being the torturous monster he is, he started sucking and kissing that sweet spot in your neck, making you forget you just squirted all over his cock and want nothing but to cum all over his cock over again.

"Don't stop those sweet sounds you make, doll. Let them know who's making you scream like a slut," Bucky whispered in your ear as he never stopped dragging his now-hardened cock in and out of you.

"Y/N?" Steve called. "I'm getting really worried here; I'm breaking down the door."

"No." You yelled loudly. "Stop, please. I'm just having period cramps." You yelled, then put your hand on your face from the embarrassment. Bucky giggled quietly at you, and you hit his shoulder.

"Period?" He smirked at you. "Have I really fucked you stupid already?" He chuckled while smirking at you as his right hand moved to your breast, and he pinched your left nipple playfully, which made you whine at him.

"Really? Do you need anything?" Steve calmed down a bit and asked with a still-concerned voice.

"No, Steve. I'm fine. I have everything I need. Thank you." You breathed out and bit Bucky's shoulder as he couldn't stop giggling and smirking at you.

"Okay. If you need anything, you can text me, I guess." Steve said, and you smiled at his sweetness.

"Will do, Cap. Thanks."

"Why don't you go fuck him instead, huh?" Bucky frowned at you after he pushed all of his length inside and stopped moving.

You rolled your eyes at him and were about to reply back, but Steve's voice stopped you. "Have you seen Bucky, by the way?" He asked from behind the door, and your eyes widened. Bucky smirked and was about to say something loudly, but you smacked your hand on his mouth quickly and flipped him over while his cock was still buried inside of you. You were straddling him now, on top of him, while your hand was still covering his mouth and shushing him.

"No, Cap. Not since dinner. Maybe he's in his room." You tried to stabilize your voice as much as you could as your eyes started to tear up from the burning that Bucky's cock was causing inside of you and your need to fuck yourself on him and cum again.

"He's not. I was in his room right before I heard you, and he wasn't there." He exclaimed. You cursed him and all the gods and everyone at this moment for disturbing your much-needed moment with Bucky like that. "Maybe he's taking a late-night ride or something."

"I was." Bucky mumbled from beneath you, your hand still covering his mouth. You rolled your eyes at him and told him to shut up.

"Anyways, thanks, Y/N. Get well soon. See ya." Steve said, and then you heard him walking away, and you sighed in relief.

Bucky kissed your hand that was covering his mouth, and you looked down at him. You admit he looks so sexy like that, with his messed-up hair, hazy half-lidded eyes, and kind of red cheeks. You removed your hand and kissed him deeply. He flipped you over again, so he was on top of you again and kissing you hungrily.

"I want to try something with you tonight." He smirked and licked his now-swollen lips. He lifted himself up slowly, opened your nightstand's drawer, and took out your vintage video camera. You're not surprised how well he knows its location; he knows every single item in your room like it's his own, as he spends most of his nights here.

The hobby you and Bucky shared and which was the topic of your first-ever conversation was photography. He really loved taking pictures of everything; it was his way of adapting to the new world, and as much as he liked how these new wireless phones had cameras in them, he was old-fashioned and had a nice collection of vintage film cameras. He takes pictures of everything he finds in his way; that was actually recommended first by his therapist, and it had good results for Bucky as he figured out he was passionate about that, so he always had his camera with him. You, on the other hand, had a passion for filming videos and making short movies and vlogs; when you were young, your dream was to be a filmmaker. You chose to be a superhero instead, but no one says you can't make videos and short movies as a hobby. So you always kept your cameras near, and Bucky knew all of their locations.

He opened it and turned it on, pointing the lens at his face and making silly faces to make sure it was recording. You laughed at him and at the silly faces he was making. "What are you doing, Barnes?" You giggled at him and sat up a little.

He smirked and kissed you. "I heard about this show that's based on this celebrity couple that made a sex tape in the 90s, and everyone was freaking out about it."

"Oh, really?" You made a shocked face at him and were playing along as if you weren't the one telling him about that show.

"Yeah. I guess it was a big deal back then." He flipped you over on your stomach as he was kneeling behind you, holding the camera in his hand while filming your naked body.

"Yeah?" You loved this idea but still looked confused and turned your head to face him, surprised he was actually into it.

He pointed the camera at your face and giggled, "Now, we're making one of our own." He raised his eyebrows at you playfully.

"Oh god, Bucky. You are crazy." You laughed and buried your head in the pillow.

"You're the reason, doll. You drive me crazy." He smirked. He grabbed one pillow and put it under your hips to give him easy access to your pussy.

He positioned the camera on the top right of the bed while making the lens focus on your body, and he saw that this was the perfect position from the flipped recording screen of the camera. You made a silly face at the camera and stuck your tongue out, making him laugh behind you. He brushed your hair with his fingers, grabbed it carefully with his hand, and kissed your shoulder. He lined his cock with his other hand at your entrance and pushed himself slowly inside, earning a gasp from you. As he pushed himself all the way inside and bottomed out, he laid on top of you while his grip on your hair tightened, and you arched your back against his chest while moaning out his name.

He started fucking faster into you right away. This position made his cock hit deeper spots inside you, and you could feel him all the way up to your lower stomach, and you knew if you touched it, you'd feel the bulge there. You couldn't wait till you hit your orgasm to see stars and white dots, as you can see them now from how deep he was and how hard he was fucking into you. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, which gave you goosebumps all over, and that made you cry out louder than you already were.

He grabbed your hair harder, pulled your head up from the pillow, and pointed your face at the camera. "Look at the camera, шлюха. Look at yourself being fucked dumb." He whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe and sucking on it. You couldn't control your screams at that point, and you tried your hardest to muffle them on the pillow, but you couldn't because of how Bucky was holding your head up. You were praying silently that no one comes again and disturbs you from being fucked into another oblivion.

His other hand snaked up from your waist to your mouth as he pushed two fingers inside your mouth, and you welcomed them and sucked on them hungrily. You pushed your hips back to meet his hard thrusts, and you didn't know if it would be possible, but he somehow hit deeper, and his cockhead was poking your cervix over and over again. You screamed loudly but were muffled by his fingers in your mouth. Now you know why he let you suck on them in the first place. He doesn't want anyone to hear you either.

Somehow, while he was splitting you in half, your orgasm hit you suddenly like lightning, which made you squirm and shake vigorously underneath him as the overstimulation made you lose all control of your body. You closed your eyes and were tearing up while making all sorts of babbling and incoherent sounds. You didn't notice how hard you were clenching his cock until he was whimpering loudly and shooting his warm liquid inside of you. Filling you to the max. He couldn't handle how hard your soaked walls were clenching his bursting cock, so he pulled it all the way out and continued spurting all of his cum on your cunt and its lips. After your walls relaxed and stopped clenching so hard, he watched how your mixed cum dripped and got out of your swollen and abused hole. He almost drooled at the sight before him, but he proceeded to collect all of that mess between your legs with his fingers and fuck it back into you.

You were too overstimulated and kept squirming and trying to move your hips away unconsciously. "Stop moving, принцесса. We have to make it stick." You were moaning uncontrollably. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He started kissing you all over, starting at your ass cheeks and moving up to your shoulder, neck, and eventually your lips.

You tried to kiss back but couldn't because you wanted to breathe more. He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbed the camera, and stopped recording. He put it again in the drawer, saying, "We can watch that later. Now, let's get you all cleaned up, котенок" He flipped you over on your back again and was going to hold you up, but you stopped him.

"In a minute, please." You yawned, grabbed his hand, and pulled him next to you on the bed. "You killed me, Barnes. At least give me a moment to relax." You hugged him tightly and slept on his chest with his arms wrapped around you.

He chuckled, "If I gave you a minute, Y/L/N, you'll fall asleep, and we need to get cleaned up first." He rubbed your hair and massaged your scalp slowly, trying to ease it from how hard he was pulling your hair before.

"No." You mumbled and hugged him tighter.

"At least, let me clean and change the bed sheets. It's all wet and sticky because of you." He giggled at your childish behavior and tried to get up, but you held him so tightly.

"No." You whined and pouted your lips.

"Come on, doll. I'll make you a hot bath and let you nap a little in it." He drew circles on your arm and kissed your head. He tried to get up again, and you let him.

"Fine. Only if you put that lavender oil in it." You smiled lazily at him and let him hold you up, and you rested your head on his shoulder while he took you to your private bathroom.

"Все для моей принцессы." He kissed you deeply, then sat you on the sink and cleaned you up with a wet cloth after he turned the hot water on in the tub and put some lavender oil in it, waiting for it to be filled. He sat you in the tub gently as he cleaned himself up, wrapped a towel around his hips, and went to clean and change the bedsheets. He came back to the bathroom and saw you napping quietly in the tub. He smiled to himself at how beautiful you looked and went to the bedroom, grabbed one of your Polaroid camera, and took a picture of his sleeping beauty in the bathtub, looking so angelic. He took off the towel and joined afterwards. He sat behind you and made you rest your head on his chest and sleep on him as he kept rubbing your hips and waist from the bruises he caused earlier from grabbing you so hard and tight.

You woke up the next morning in his arms, in clean and fresh bedsheets, both of you smelling like lavender and wearing clean and soft underwear. You kissed his lips softly, and he opened his eyes slowly and smiled at you. "Good morning, Soldat." You kissed him again, and he kissed back.

"It's always a good morning when I wake up with you in my arms, моя любовь" he smiled and kissed you again. "I love you." He locked eyes with you and held your face with his hand while rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

"I love you," you said back, and you pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. Never in your life did you think you'd find true love and connection with someone. But here you are, absolutely head over heels for this man in front of you.

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моя любовь = "my love" Все для моей принцессы = "anything for my princess" котенок = "kitten" принцесса = "princess" шлюха = "slut" Кукла = "doll"

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skrooy · 27 days

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Sonic Crack Ships

So lately I've been going through a Sonic phase though its mostly a Tails phase if im being honest with myself. I've been trying to watch all the Sonic media and read all the Sonic comics that I can while playing a few Sonic games here and there. So my messed up brain came up with this stupid idea. What if I put every version of every canon Sonic characters from all Sonic media into multiple rounds of the hunger games simulator until only ones left. So I did that and even though I literally did it yesterday I already forgot who won I just remember it was something stupid. I also did it with all the diffrent canon and AU versions of Tails I could find and the winner was actually Tails from Sonic Boom. But anyways im getting off track where im going with this is that today while I was doing nothing lying in bed my brain came up with an even more messed up idea. What if I put all the Sonic characters not including the humans into a random wheel picker on Google to form a bunch of crack ships. So I did it for every character on the wheel. I now have a list. And I have decided to post this list because I find it funny. And I dare people to draw a couple from this list together or make a short cute crack story about one of these ships. And if you do please send a link to me. Ill die laughing if anyone does this. Sorry if I misspelled some names. P.S. I tried to put pictures on here for each character but I couldn't figure out how. I already have a part 2 for this in the works with even more characters.

Rosy the Rascal x Dark Doom

Scourge the Hedgehog x Trip the Sungazer

Mephiles the Dark x Silver Sonic

Ray the flying Squirrel x Rouge the Bat

Espio the Chameleon x Whisper the Wolf

Sage x Metal Amy

Storm Beard x Tumble the Skunk

Tiara Boobowski x Duck Bill Platypus

Cat (from Sonic Freedom Fighters) x Sonar the Fennec Fox

Hangry x Johnny Lightfoot

Gaia (Light, Dark, or both) x Megan Acorn

Tangle the Lemur x Silver the Hedgehog

Thrash the Tasmanian Devil x Sails

Thorn Rose x Vector the Crocodile

Monkey Khan x Fang the Jerboa

Jack x Tikal the Echidna

Prim x Chip

Werehog Sonic x Blaze the Cat

Nicole the Holo Lynx x Catfish

Knuckles the Dread x Sonic the Hedgehog

Zector the Zone Cop x Metal Tails

Wave the Swallow x Morian Blackthorn

Infinite the Jackal x Mighty the Armadillo

Vermin the Cybernik x Super Mecha Sonic

Porker Lewis x Zails the Zone Cop

Geoffrey St. John x Nazo the Hedgehog

Metal Sonic 3.0 x Manic the Hedgehog

Rocket the Sloth x Eclipse the Darkling

Marine the raccoon x Metal Scourge

Sonia the Hedgehog x Red

Black Rose x Dingo

Metal Knuckles x Nine

Charmy Bee x Neo Metal Sonic

Zknuckles the Zone Cop x Knuckles

Vanilla the Rabbit x Ebony the Cat

Rusty Rose x Perci

Mecha Sonic x Jet the Hawk

Bark the Polar Bear x Emperor Metallix

Mangy x Amy Rose

Sally Acorn x Griff

Fleetway Sonic x Tails the Fox

Bean the Dynamite x Zonic the Zone cop

Nasty Hyenas (the whole group) x Sticks the Badger

Metal Sonic x Stripes the Tiger

Batten x Storm the Albatross

Fiona the Fox x Cream the Rabbit

Anti Tails x Shade the Echidna

Bunnie Rabat x Shadow the Hedgehog

Antoine x Zooey the Fox

Sonic.exe x Jules (yes I know this is Sonics dad in the comics)

Ifrit x MinaMongoose

Rocket Metal Sonic x Tekno the Canary

Avatar x Big the Cat

Zantoine the Zone Cop x Gnarly

Chaos x Rotor the Walrus

Bunny Bones x Anti Sally

Zouge the Zone Cop x Zespio the Zone Cop

Denizen 1998 x Tails Doll

Mecha Knuckles x Honey the Cat

Rebel x Sleet

Knucks x Pseudo Sonic

Solaris x Zally

Nack the Weasel x Athair

Ball Hog x Carrotia

Grand Battle Kuku 15th x Lupe the wolf

Roxy the waiter x Lien-Da

Number 16 Speedy x Alicia Acorn

King Max Acorn x Bearenger

Lawrence x Burning Blaze

Elias Acorn x Fiest the Panda

Ari x Roller

Sallybot x Queen Aleena

Da Bearz (both of them) x Fockewulf

Julie-Su x Dr. Finitevus

Ms. Possum x Catty Carlisle

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team-canada · 1 year

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ETHUBS COFFEE SHOP AU

EEEE oke so i imagine it like .. modern-ish ?

Both of them are like mid 20ies methinks But Etho looks much younger because of his style (i had to take the opportunity to put eefo in alt clothes. im not sorry) And as the note in art said, Bdubs is basically a plant mom– Bonus points if Etho turned out to be older than Bdubs after Bdubs would call him a kid. I- I see this happening. Even more bonus points if Bdubs is transmasc bcs i take this as a option here Alrighty so how i see the whole caffe- Surely it's in vintage style, there's a lot of plants and books on the shelves and vinyls on the walls….. pics i found on pinterest that kinda give me the vibe:

Oh and also! Scar and Ren work there with Bdubs! Scar always brings Jellie there and she often sleeps in pots.. Can you imagine Bdubs’ face when he was watering all the plants and in one of them he found a sleeping Jellie..

IMAGINE IF JELLIE WALKED INTO A JUST WATERED PLANT OH NO SHE’D BE COVERED IN DIRT……. I think Jellie chews on dirt too… and bites leaves.. Yeah it’s fun there- Also Grian shows up only when Scar’s there. He says it’s not on purpose but we all know the truth :>

Okok but back to ethubs LMAO

Etho when he shows up in caffe for the first time he just finds the most quiet and hidden corner and sits there. As much as he loves black coffee it’s actually not the first one he orders! He asks Bdubs for a recommendation, he mentions he likes black coffee but is like. y'know i haven't been here before i might as well try something you have to offer… Bdubs gayass brain is already turned on because. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GUY! THE GUY IN FRONT OF HIM! HOLY SHIT HE'S SO PRETTY WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! Bdubs is glad Etho didn’t give him exact order because he would fuck it up v badly.

So he goes to prepare the coffee, but first; he almost starts screaming. He's flushed. His face is literally a tomato. Ren looks at him and acts surprised like it has never happened before…….. But then Bdubs realizes he forgot to ask him for a name to put on his cup. Well fuck- (BONUS POINTS IF HE WROTE “emo boy :)” THERE..... IT’D BE SO FUCKING FUNNY..............) He draws a little butterfly :) He likes butterflies :) Etho doesn’t have to know it yet :)

But hey after all Etho did enjoy his coffee! And he even showed up another day again! Win for Bdubs’ gay ass !!!1 And that time he actually asked for the name just to misspell it immediately yes he wrote “eefo” ..

So yeah Etho was showing up like every two days or so- Bdubs kept misspelling his name but Etho figured that after a while he was doing it just to annoy him.

Etho’s revenge for misspelling his name was to order the most insane coffee in the world. Bdubs had to write it down because he knew there was no way for him to remember this shit. And afterwards he wrote Epoo on the cup:)

JKAFHAKJ OK I'M DONE FOR NOW….. IF ANYONE'S INTERESTED I MIGHT WRITE SOME MORE STUFF JUST LEMME KNOW!!!

wait no i have some more random info–

bdubs loves butterflies

he has tiny colorful tattoos with flowers n butterflies all over his hands

He collects stuff found on the ground. of course he does.

he sees a flying insect. he tries to catch it. with his hands.

bug lover. ren hates him for it

etho keeps cups with his name being misspelled. not every but only the ones he finds funny

he/they eefo propaganda hello

sometimes he brings his sketchbook and doodles flowers . there's a few doodles of bdubs in there and that's the only reason he doesn't let him look at the doodles….

one time while paying he slipped butterfly doodles to give bdubs bc he figured bdubs is obsessed with them

KK NOW I'M DONE TY FOR READING MY SILLY BRAINROT UR EPIC <3

#pls lemme know what ya thinkkkkk #i might make a litte comic if this gets enough attention #or write more :)#ethubs #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #etho #ethoslab #etho fanart #ethoslab fanart #bdubs fanart #bdoubleo fanart #bdouble100 fanart #my art #leo talks

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lizardthelizard · 2 years

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TUMBLR SAID THERE WAS AN ISSUE SO IF THIS IS A REPEATED ASK I'M SORRY BUT JUST IN CASE 😜👻☀📚

(Do not worry, the ask sent across just fine <3 thank you so much)

Fanfic ask game

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

Obvious fic will be obvious to anyone reading along but for a general summary that will make zero sense to everyone else:

After finally getting away from one horrible little island, the group crash land at a second, equally horrible little island. Someone gets impaled. Several arguments break out between various characters. There’s a Twist. Willy Wonka is here, probably. I love pairings involving divorcees that have never been married, apparently. There are so many homeless, orphaned children. Everyone is still stuck on a boat. No one is getting laid, but they fucking wish they were.

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

you know damn well which fic AU I might bring up here

...... Christmas hallmark movie divorce AU...(my beloved)

For anyone that happens to be reading this that doesn’t know about the existence of this AU and would like to know more, here’s the basic premise:

Pinocchio & Lampwick (aka...........August & Romeo.) have been married and recently divorced, for reasons (relating partly to Geppetto’s/Marco’s death & also the Blue Fairy sticking her oar in, (amongst other things)). Lampwick’s sister dies and Lampwick is the one that ends up adopting her toddler, Renata. But...it’s not easy, and Pinocchio (who Renata is already familiar with and is very fond of) offers to babysit her once (1 time) and then that turns into 2 times and 3 times and eventually it becomes a regular thing.

Lampwick works as a bartender, alongside Lizard. Pinocchio is a freelance writer. Robin is also here with Roland and is SO tired of hearing Lampwick bitch (affectionately) about Pinocchio. Captain Nemo is a counselor. Also, it’s Christmas Time, I guess. 🎄

However, if I were to ever write a fic that had nothing to do with any of this (an AU that may or may not receive a single paragraph’s worth of actual writing) I’d definitely go for a halloween fic. Right now, I’m literally only physically capable of writing OUAT fanfic and Once is just the perfect show for a goofy little halloween fic.

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

oh but!!!!!!!!!!!! there are so many!! This will sound super corny, I’m sure but.....literally every comment I’ve gotten has made my day. My fic is too niche to garner any large following but the readers that I do have are just... !!!!!! 💕 I’m so incredibly grateful. (jojo & bee, since you might both see this, thank you both so much 😭🥺💕💕💕)

The honest answer is @naivesilver your double comment on ‘mess is mine’ is still something I go back and re-read sometimes and it makes me go !!!!! 💗💗💗 every single time. I treasure it a lot.

📚 What grammar mistakes do you always make?

urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr all sorts, probably. I know that sometimes I miss out words and then my brain fills in the blank space and so THAT can be a mess sometimes. It doesn’t matter how many times I proof read my fic, there WILL be mistakes. But..............oh well.

Also, less in my final writing and more in my first drafts/general writing without auto-correct, I tend to misspell words with double letters in (case and point, I literally JUST NOW wrote ‘misspell’ as ‘mispell’.) My brain just goes “No, that’s too many letters” and then nothing looks right, even if it IS spelled correctly, and I have no idea what’s going on, help.

#I'd do a chapter summary for that first question but like..................it'd be really boring #idk they're flying around on a boat. that's all you're getting #also #for real though serena. I just....... your comments are always so sweet & really fucking funny too. I love reading them.#but like................you always GET it. you know EXACTLY what I was trying to say in any particular chapter.#and I'm just glad we can share a braincell when it comes to our fic #<3<3 <3 #also. hate that I saw that book emoji and my brain just went 'ah yes. eugene.'#asks #naivesilver #lads. is it normal to spell 'writing' like 'wrighting' at the age of 14. because I did do that. and for some fucking reason #it was my friend that had to correct me? not a teacher??#LADS is it normal to spell 'tomorrow' like 'tommorrow' at the age of 23. because that was also something that happened.#genuinely think I might have mild undiagnosed dyslexia #but like.........OH WELL #my art teacher in college one asked if I was dyslexic and I was like '???? lol not that I know??' but maybe she was onto something ASIJDBASH

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kittycatxoxo1 · 2 years

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A Todoroki AU part 1

shoto sneaks out dressed up so no one knows he's endeavors kid (wears a wig, contacts and uses makeup to cover his scar) just so he can feel normal and eat foods he's not supposed to eat

Shoto is just walking aimlessly and walks past dabi and instinctly has the "that Is my sibling" vibes so he starts following dabi around (where dabi can't see) and leaving money near dabi or just some how getting the money to him

And of course as a dadzawa lover aizawa sees this random kid stalking a guy he corners shoto and he give a "my brother won't tell anyone that he's in a bad spot so I'm trying to help without him knowing" so aizawa let's shoto go with a "if I see him on my patrol I'll watch his back for you"

Aizawa even saves dabi without him knowing and that has shoto feeling respect for the eraser hero and they start bonding over stray cats and wanting to keep their loved ones safe

After a while shoto tells aizawa some of the stuff he goes through like how hes on a strict diet, how he wasn't aloud to play with his siblings when he was younger and how his father pushes him to be the best. all that is raising red flags in aizawas head and hes trying to get shotos real name out of him or just who his father is so he could help but shotos lips are locked tight about his real name

Shoto eventually tells aizawa his full real name and all the abuse he suffers from and aizawa is pissed idk how but aizawa starts fostering shoto but the hole endeavor being a bad father is kept quiet and he keeps his hero license (for drama)

Shoto meets aizawas husband mic, his other kid hitoshi and his three cats; ashtray, bucket and coffee. Shoto loves the cats so much.

...........

Part 2: https://kittycatxoxo1.tumblr.com/post/687160308312227840/a-todoroki-au-part-2-shoto-starts-sneaking-out

Sorry if anything is misspelled 😅 I'm trying to type fast to get all my ideas out of my head!

#mha au idea #aizawa shouta #present mic #eraserhead #yamada hizashi #hitoshi shinso #todoroki shoto #dadzawa #dadmic #bad dad endeavor #dabi #mha au #bnha au #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #fanfic ideas

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perruvianily · 2 years

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Your Name

Dedicated to: @sunalma, we all know Akaashi and coffee shop au is golden, but what about Suna?

｡*ﾟ+ December 7, 2021 | posted

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“By this time, you’d think they’d get it right already.” You muttered to yourself. “My name’s not that hard to spell. Is the barista dyslexic— oh my god what if he is.” You look around to check if anyone heard you, and fortunately enough, everyone’s in their own little daydream.

“Okay... I’m sorry if he is, but this is outrageous.” You turn back to stare at your cup, scrutinizing the messy handwriting and the disgraceful way the barista spelled your name. “This might just be the last time I go here.” You click your tongue before taking a sip of your drink. “Okay, maybe not, the stuff here’s great and all—” you turn to look at the barista who’s served you quite a number of times, you can’t even count, and who’s dangerously close he might hear what you’re saying— “but he has got to be doing this on purpose.” You turn back to your cup, when a voice pipes up—

“Who’s doing it on purpose?”

“AH NO ONE—” you were so startled you almost screamed at the top of your lungs— “no one, no one, I’m fine.”

Speaking of the devil, standing before you is the one and only, what’s his name— just, the barista. “You looked troubled at your drink. Was there something wrong?” He says it in such a monotone voice that you can’t help but answer in the same tone. “No.”

He raises his eyebrows, unsure of your sudden change in voice. But before he could say anything, you continue instead, “no, nothing’s wrong. Thank you.”

He takes another cautious glance at you, but you stand your ground. Once he’s far enough, you continue on sulking about your name.

“Would this still happen if I had a different name?” You mumble as you trace the outer parts of the lid. You click your tongue, and proceed to down every last bit of the drink.

You recite your order and he doesn’t miss a beat working on it. “Who knows, he might forget to mess my name up this time.” You say to yourself as you settle in your favorite table, one beside the windows that lets you overlook the busy street every noon, and a deserted intersection every nightfall.

Despite grumbling and muttering to yourself about your misspelled name on the cup yesterday, you find yourself coming back. It’s just been routine.

You encounter the barista again, it seems he’s the only one on cashier duty, and he looks more tired than usual.

Not long after, your name gets called and you happily trot towards the counter.

“That’s me, thank you.”

“I know.” He whispers in a low voice as he hands you your drink.

“What did you say?”

“Have a nice day.” He immediately replies, smiling at you.

You eye him, but his customer-service smile doesn’t falter, even with how tired and sleepy he looks. “Okay.... uhh, sure, you too...

Well, wasn’t that weird.” You whisper as you walk away, supposedly out of earshot. You really should drop the habit of talking to yourself, but it’s not like anyone can hear you right?

Suna laughs quietly at your commentary, yeah, wasn’t that weird.

“He messes up my name every time!” You rant to your friend as you make your way to the cafe, “My name isn’t even complicated!”

“Maybe he’s a little sleep deprived? C’mon.” She gestures at how the both of you carry notes and books and laptops. “Okay. Good point BUT he changes the spelling every time! I’ve considered he’s dyslexic but I don’t think that’s it.”

She laughs at your retort, “Why would you ever think he’s dyslexic?”

“What else was I supposed to think?! C’mon, I can’t appreciate the aesthetic beauty of the cup because he messes up my name every time!” You argue with her. Maybe thinking he was dyslexic isn’t the... nicest or the usual way of deducing people but you were near your limit.

“Your name wouldn’t look aesthetic either way! What would—” you cut her off by letting the door slam in her face, smirking proudly when she’s thrown aback.

“That’s for insulting my name.” You point your pen in a threatening way, and she puts her hands up in mock defeat. “Okay. But I’m right— NO WAIT, I meant! I meant we could see if he does it for everyone!”

You consider her words and decide, “Yeah, okay sure, let’s go to my favorite table first and order separately.”

You settle all your things in your claimed table and went in line. You order first, and your friend followed suit. “I want to see your name messed up too.” You admit to her.

“If I go down, I’m taking you with me.” You stare at her and she stares back, albeit a bit more amused. “Yeah, well, let’s see.”

You fetch your orders from the counter a few minutes after ordering, and the barista gives you his signature tired, customer-service smile.

“Okay this is just slander at this point.” You glare at your friend’s cup, her name perfectly written, while yours is messed up again.

“It is. But hey, the drink’s good.” She takes a sip from her drink, while you only stare at the abomination written on your cup. You click your tongue, “The audacity. Your name is harder to spell than mine! I haven’t encountered this kind of favoritism since our high school homeroom teacher!”

Your friend laughs at your little pout, and the obvious disapproval written on your face. She’d do something, like, maybe request for the barista to get your name right— she knows it’s slowly getting to you. She would, you know, really. She would do something— to make you happy again, and all— if only she didn’t see how Suna looked at you.

If only she didn’t hear the genuine laugh leaving Suna as he makes your order for what could possibly be the hundredth time. Or.... Maybe it isn’t that.

Maybe... she would do something, if only she didn’t see how Suna purposefully switched to the cashier you were lining up in. Yeah, maybe.

She hums in agreement at whatever insult you said— something about “stupid bangs” that was definitely towards the barista. “You know,” she starts, dragging out what she’s about to say for dramatic effect, taking a sip and swirling her drink too, while she’s at it, “maybe there’s a reason.” She looks up to see your reaction and she laughs at the offended look on your face. “Quit scrunching your face up like that. You’re gonna become ugly— as ugly as the spelling of your name on that cup.”

You scoff at her, “Shut it. And what might the reason be, genius? I look like his ex so he gets personal?” You copy her actions and swirl your drink around before taking a sip.

“I don’t know— but definitely NOT that. Something along the lines of...” She looks around, trying to see where Suna is.

“Of? And what are you looking for?” You try and follow her eyes but she turns back to you before you could. “Something along the lines of what?” You ask again, your curiosity spiking up.

“I don’t know, trying to get your attention?”

“What’s your name?” You ask, looking up from your phone.

“Suna... Rintarou”

“Well Sunder,” you start, purposely messing up his name. It’s petty, but you’re at your breaking point. “I’d like to request you get my name right this time.”

He only smiles— well, bordering a smirk but you pretend to ignore it.

“You better get it right this time around.” You mutter as you walk away from the counter, settling your gaze back on your phone.

You sit back down at your table, readying yourself for another outrageous misspelling of your name. You look over to the barista, so-called “Suna Rintarou”, and he locks eyes with you as he calls your name. He pronounced it perfectly and you think this time around, he’ll honor your request.

He smiles at you as you take your drink from his hand, and you eye him suspiciously. You head back towards your table, all while refusing to look at how he spelled your name.

Once you’ve sat down, you rotate the cup to look. The moment of truth has come. However, instead of a name, 10 digits are written, in a messy handwriting no less, and a winky face.

You’re speechless, how do you even react to this? You look over at Suna again, who’s leaning on the wall, and he smirks at you, followed by a wink.

You look back at your cup, Suna’s number taunting you from where it’s written. Isn’t this weird.

Tag/s: @momochimo @sunalma

a/n: so. i didnt wanna ask abt anything bc i wanted stuff to be a surprise, y’know? So,,, uhh consideringyourblogwasmainlysunaikindajust*gesturestoeverything* Merry Christmas! Hope you like this and, alma, feel free to ask for like a continuation or an extra drabble bc i know this is short literally 1.5k words and u deserve more 😭

(japanese phone numbers are 10 digits so uhh that’s what i used)

#i rlly hope u like this bc honestly #coffee shop au is *chefs kiss*#pls this is so short #but this is all i can offer so far #feel free to ask for another work bc this is short af #u deserve more ❣️#merry christmas!!#dearsecretsantasan #HQ2021ficexchangeevent #fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#suna rintarō #suna

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kageyamas-love · 3 years

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eren random + boyfriend headcannons

a/n: lightly proofread, sorry for any misspellings! this is modern au btw!!

warnings: might be a bit suggestive? other then that nothing

starts petty arguments, he’ll get really heated too. then, 5 minutes later he’s completely forgotten about the fight and’ll ask if you want to go get food.

gets jealous really easily. jean would definitely (jokingly) flirt with you just to piss him off💀

he’s actually really awkward. the first couple months into your relationship, he was really shy with pda.

speaking of pda, now that he’s comfortable, he’s always touching some part of you whenever he can. (if you’re comfortable with it)

he denies that he’s clingy, but he doesn’t hide it very well lolll

he does that thing where when he stretches, you can see a strip on his stomach, and u can see the band of his boxers. (does that make sense?)

he has such a high libido💀 take that as you will

that being said, constant make out sessions whenever you guys are alone.

isn’t a fan of crazy pet names. he’ll just call you “babe” or “baby”

but he (secretly) really likes the over the top pet names. (only in private tho because he doesn’t want jean or anyone to find out and tease him!! he’ll be a blush baby)

he is SO ticklish. however, he tried his best to not let you know that. armin ended up mentioning it. he’s especially ticklish on his stomach.

he has a polaroid picture of you in his phone case/wallet, and it always lightens his mood when he sees it.

when he gives you his clothes for you to wear, he always has a blush on his face.

it’s really easy to fluster him.

i feel like if he were to date you, you’d have to be pretty close to him and have known him a while.

mikasa lowkey didn’t like you at first but she realized you were good for eren, so she backed off.

his fav thing is to just lay on your chest after a long day and fall asleep there, with you playing with his hair.

he’s tried to bake you stuff but it tastes sooo bad. if you catch him cooking or baking there’s a mess every where.

since we’re talking modern au, he obviously plays some kind of sport, (i’m thinking hockey or soccer) and he’ll give you his jersey to wear. he thinks it’s hot af.

i think he really would like when you wear comfy clothes (so sweats and stuff) and when you look really comfortable.

he’d like to do dates like amusement parks or fun fairs.

brags about you all the time to his friends, like jean, lmao.

he insists to pay on every date! he doesn’t care how many times you’ve told him you’d pay.

overall, he just loves you so much!! he wants to be the best boyfriend ever.

#eren drabble #eren x you #eren yaegar #eren fluff #eren attack on titan #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren headcanons #eren aot #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot

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miraculouscontent · 2 years

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Hello I’m to rant about gale heads up some of this is going to be kind of misspelled because I’m dumb, also I’m gonna say the fuck kind of a lot so sorry.

First of all dude you can just block fucking tags and you don’t have to be passive aggressive to someone you don’t like just block them. The best way to experience fandom is to curate your experience to what you like for example me following you because I like your content.I think gale should just block the lukenette tag if the idea of Marinette being with Luke bother him so much block the tag. You would enjoy the hell scape known as the miraculous ladybug fandom if you block that one tag everyone who likes that ship

Two, I don’t like how he uses some thing you made as a sign of bad fanfic and can’t even bother to get your name right. Let’s start with using the ladybugoutAU as a sign of too much salt, it’s kind of insulting because people who read it can see how much a foot you put in to the snippets of the full fanfiction(it got me following you actually) despite it being a salt fic it’s well written and none of the characters feel out of character. Because newsflash gale Adrian it’s kind of an entitled brat and Clarity, you got how he acts accurate enough to the show. Now let’s talk about how he got your name wrong, last I checked your name is not candy it’s Clarity it feels kind like a dick move to call someone a slightly different name to the actual name. Sure I may have missed read your name as chansey (like The Pokémon some reason) for the longest time but it’s still in the same ballpark it’s not candy

Gale has a stick up his ass because he ships the LS and he doesn’t have any major criticism from the show. Can some salt and criticism people have a be a little bad faith media yeah sure. However I don’t know how to break this to you him but Adrian is such a boring character that flower is more spicy than him, there’s not even a lot of chemistry with Adrian and Marinette in the show. Because the only chemistry they have is the hold a meant for each other which is bullshit. Gale it’s not better than anyone for shipping A basic bitch ship with a basic ass character who has nothing going on for him except for being entitled Twatt.

My closing statement of this is gale should really get off his high horse and other block you/Lukeinette tag. Or he can keep being a hypocrite, i’m tired and I want him to shut up. And since I’m here again I would like to tell you that I love your content and you’re the only reason why I’m still in the fandom. I keep writing the lovely tube blueberries together because they deserve happiness✨

Stay awesome and I’m going to sleep for a whole day, i’m sorry if there’s a so chaotic it’s late where I am.

Thank you so much! I’m glad people feel such a need to defend me~

And yeah, I don’t understand why people purposefully go into tags either to salt or to seek out content they don’t like. Apparently we’re toxic people for watching the show despite being so salty over it yet what they do is fine? (Also, anyone who follows my Lukanette blog knows that I had to make a whole new Lukanette tag for everyone because the original one was poison.)

I did used to be called “Candy,” but I had changed it a good while before Gale had made that post. My name is right on my blog, it’s not hard.

I appreciate the comments on LadyBugOut! I feel like using any fic as some sort of “measurement” is silly. There are bad ideas and good ideas, but most things are up to opinion and to automatically list an idea as “bad” supposedly without actually doing research? (Some people might remember the controversy when Gale refused to acknowledge his Villain Luka AU as Luka salt). Again, I don’t care what love square stans think of my AU (I just use it as a measurement for how well I did lol) but the fact of them being exposed to my AU at all when it’s tagged is just... veeeery suspicious.

I just wished they’d own up and either name drop me/the AU directly or not bring it up at all; not this wishy-washy middle ground where they’re salty but don’t want to be obvious about it.

There was also that one weird comment about “salt against salt cancelling it out” that I’ll never understand, but I won’t pretend to get someone who rants against salt and then actively seeks it out.

#category: salt #salt: fandom #other: ask and answer

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herohikara-wol · 3 years

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Lost in Time- An AU One-shot (Hopefully) Varis x WoL (if you squint)

Hero sighed inwardly, 'Hiroka' was the name his father had chosen assuming he'd be born a girl like most Miqo'te. It'd only been shortened to Hiro upon his birth. Then misspelled by his mother, but that was an entirely different problem. The watered down Fantasia he'd spent all his savings on had only made him female- instead of changing all his features like he'd wanted. So here he was, assuming a fake name with his blue highlights bleached out of his hair- looking the prince of Garlemald and future Emperor, a young Varis yae Galvus, dead in the eye.

While handcuffed.

Anti-magic handcuffs even. Apparently he- she'd made a good first impression in combat. Namely, fighting Varis one-on-one until she'd given the rest of the rebellion time to retreat and hide before giving herself up. Not even tired from their fight while Varis was red-faced and furious. "Hiroka. That sounds vaguely Doman."

"Well yes, I am half-Doman." Flippant and bored, give him no quarter, be tight lipped. Tell him only what he needs to know- lest she change history for the worst instead of the better. If G'raha ever found where she'd been lost in the past, she was going to shake him for the inconvenience.

"I didn't realize there were Miqo'te in Doma." Now that she was cuffed, he seemed a lot more at ease. It was weird seeing the frown before it immortalized itself into frown-lines.

"I suppose that matters not, do you know how much trouble you've caused?" Trouble, the word sounded like he was trying to make light of the path of destruction she'd left in her wake. Downplaying it like a childish prank. Maybe he was? She'd subdued every enemy without taking a single life, knocking everyone out and minimizing the amount of explosive force used to subdue the various mechanical suits and automatons sent after her. Like he was making light of her abilities. "No, but I get the feeling you're about to tell me. Go on, my lord. List my sins, itemized, for your convenience."

Varis made a noise that sounded like half a snort of annoyance and maybe a hint of a sense of humor? "Well you might be pleased to know the only rebel captured today was you. I don't know who you're trying to protect by giving yourself up as the proverbial sacrificial lamb, but are they worth your life? What could possibly be worth giving up when you were winning?"

"You are a prince, are you not? If I had fought you and killed you, then the full might of Garlemald would be brought down on the heads of the entire nation. Rebel and innocent alike. Everyone would die because I spilled blood, so I didn't. I didn't take a single life so you wouldn't have a good excuse to retaliate." She could feel the smirk spreading on her face as his eyes widened in disbelief. "I have no family, no real friends either. Anyone you ask about me will claim I've only been in town a month. I am no leader nor a citizen. Just a wanderer who lent her strength and got caught for getting cocky. I am a dead end."

Varis frowned even more and turned on heel to leave the tent he was interrogating her in, returning a bell later with a look that seemed able to kill a lesser man. "So you are aware, there are spies in the rebellion willing to sell secrets in exchange for favor... And of the ones able to talk- all gave the same story. You, for all intents and purposes, do not exist. No one would even miss you were you to be executed as an example. No rage, no outcry, no rescue attempts."

The idea almost seemed absurd, enough to make Hiroka laugh. The warrior of light's death would be silent. A flame snuffed out without a single cry of protest. Maybe it would even be poetic. "So is that it then? It sounds like it'd be faster for you to just shoot me, I'm unarmed and unable to move now Varis, go ahead. Get in your last shot."

"I don't think I will."

"I'm sorry, what?" The way he spoke was so softly that even her keen ears barely picked up his voice. "Come again?"

"I do not think I have to shoot you." Varis cocked his head to the side, much like she'd seen Zenos do the last time she'd been on her knees for him, defeated and waiting for death. Like someone who'd found something interesting to play with. A curiosity to observe. The mannerism made them seem more related than putting the two side by side ever had. "No, I think I have a better use for you. I fought you, savage. I saw the power you have at your disposal, yet none of my men are dead and the only thing we need to do is repair some machines. You're a dangerous combatant, and I have use for someone like you."

"I refuse to join your war machine, if that's what you're getting at. Make the offer so I can spit at your feet and we can be done with this."

"I have a son, he's eight- almost nine years old- and he needs a combat tutor. Someone who can keep his interest, teach him new styles, methods... Someone who knows how to play with kid gloves."

Oh.

Oh fuck her sideways. Zenos. How could she have possibly forgotten about Zenos? "How long will he need a tutor?" This is it, maybe this was why she'd gotten lost in time. She knew the future that came if Zenos was taught to be a weapon, she could change his life just by being the one person to show him real friendship as a child.

"Five years, at which time he will be enlisted into the Military Academy and begin his officer training. In exchange, you will be allowed to live in the palace and given a modest stipend. Once the five years are up you'll be granted citizenship and freedom. Do we have a deal?"

"And if I refuse?"

"Well I can always just shoot you."

She laughed softly, giving him a more honest smile. "Then I accept your proposal, Prince Varis. I hope your son's sense of humor is better than yours though."

#My Writing #FFXIV Fanfiction #Time Travel AU #Hero becomes Zenos' swordsmanship tutor #teaching him to be a better person #and maybe hits on his dad?#it's more likely than you think #just assume the Crystal Tower fucked up somehow #or the fake Alexander inside it #you know #the usual excuses #this may or may not get more later #but I wanted to throw it out now

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heraldofzaun · 3 years

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//Still lurking.

Some thoughts below the cut. A little melancholic. A little ranty. Many thoughts on how Viktor is perceived by the fandom at large. It got away from me.

I think I’ve mentioned it elsewhere, but I have followers here and this is also a Viktor blog... I think it would be nice if people stopped making fun of Viktor’s accent - I saw T/BSkyen’s (I think that keeps me out of the tag) shorts video on Viktor, and it was disheartening that he chose to make fun of Viktor’s accent several times throughout a one-minute video. No other character with a hammy, over-the-top accent, as far I know, receives this treatment. No one makes fun of Caitlyn’s British accent in character analyses of her. No one makes fun of Fiora’s French accent in character analyses of her. (I just checked his videos on them, actually, and guess what - no mocking their accents by doing them! Although Fiora’s accent does get mentioned, at the least.)

Just... stop doing it? We know the accent is cartoonishly bad and not accurate to actual Russian accents at all. But why, specifically, are people - T/BSkyen, in this instance - compelled to make fun of Viktor by putting on an accent and saying “Get reed of all emotions“ and “GLORIOUS EVOLUTION” and “BEEP BOOP ROBOT BRAIN”? (The misspelling in the first is not mine. It is in the actual subtitles for the video.)

I mean, we all know that the answer is the fact that American (and other countries, but we can focus on America for now) media spent the Cold War convincing Americans that Russians and Eastern Europeans were mindless followers of ideology and/or Crazy Insane Scientists, instead of like... people with diverse thoughts and feelings who may or may not agree with their government, but like... I have to ask the rhetorical questions here because no one else is going to apparently. Anyways it’s 2021 stop conflating people and the governments they live under, I guess.

Anyways, also very disheartening that I just checked the pinned comment on that video and he is now saying that Viktor’s endpoint is the Battlecast universe, which is not a canon fact even in current lore. It’s an assumption. I can’t even say that Full Machine Viktor is Viktor’s endpoint, because that was retconned into being a janitor skin that randomly breaks into Spanish in the skin bio for a... “joke”? (Because that’s a cool thing to do. I’d ask how that got past anyone, but that’s a pointless question.) But Battlecast is not stated anywhere to be the end result of canonical Viktor, as far as I know. I suppose it’s not stated to not be the result, but... Like, what other character gets an AU skinline that people then say has to be their canonical endgoal when it is not said to be their canonical endgoal by any official source?

Quothe the loremaster... “The endpoint of Viktor's quest is the Battlecast universe. In case y'all forgot. Read between the lines of his stories even a little bit before stanning him, I'm begging you.”

The entirety of the pinned comment is frustrating. It is frustrating not only because it clashes entirely with the funny comical tone of the minute-long short, which also decides to yet again conflate transhumanism with being trans (we have heard my thoughts on this before. Please stop doing this), but because it is unfortunately true in aspects about current Viktor. He is really not a good man, even though you may be able to argue that Riot’s biased narrator choices mean that a canonical version of the Viktor-Jayce fight does not exist. (Because both lores tell their sides of the story. Biasedly.) But as the story stands, his character getting filled out didn’t make him more morally ambiguous than his original counterpart. The ambiguity that existed originally was due to us not knowing a lot about him and thus being able to interpret things the way we wished. (I’m sure that there is still room for interpretation in the new lore, but it seems lesser to me. Also, his color story is framed atrociously. It’s going for warm and fuzzy when the content of it is giving a kid drugs but this is a long enough post already...)

Riot does not know what to do with Viktor. They’re content to portray him as a Russian mad scientist and buffoon in LoR and in some other media, because... [gestures at the struck-out paragraph above]. But then they have his lore which... could be interesting, maybe, if it weren’t convinced that the way to tell a morally grey story is to have narrators more unreliable than a pull-start lawn mower. Like, they just don’t know what to do with him.

Any analysis of him needs to come with that caveat, not someone deciding that the best way to spent a minute of analysis is to make multiple jokes about Viktor’s accent being stereotypical via... feeding into it being stereotypical... and saying that transhumanism is related to trans rights in any inherent way.

Also, T/BSkyen says that Viktor only has an augmented hand and the third arm, which conveniently ignores the fact that Prototype is probably supposed to be taken as semi-canonical considering its name and the fact it was made when backstory-related skins were a more common thing. (And also because it hasn’t been retconned into being a janitor.) It also conveniently ignores the fact that Viktor’s lower legs clearly don’t look like armor on his model, but this is a side tangent that doesn’t really matter, so...

Whatever, right? I’ve clearly put more thought into this than League’s local loremaster put into that video and subsequent “no guys he really is a baddie stop stanning him and grow critical thinking skills” comment. Sorry if I sound jaded here or am taking this far too seriously or whatever, it’s just... man, it’s a lot. It makes trying to do my take in any public capacity feel kind of like shit, because it’s clear that the general perception of Viktor is currently 1) Haha Funny Accent Man, 2) Trans Rights!1!, and/or 3) He’s Evil :(, and it sucks. I already am writing for a niche audience who will accept a Viktor who never went to Piltover and who exists in old Zaun. I know that that’s niche. I’m okay with it being niche, I think.

But it sucks to build up all this character and do all this writing and try to... I don’t know, present a nuanced view of someone, and then just get another fucking joke about his accent or his design tropes or about what transhumanism is. Especially when those jokes are what people remember, right?

Sorry. This got whiny. But I think it explains why I’ve lost so much steam on writing our favorite Machine Herald, because stuff like this just keeps kind of... happening.

Thank you to the folks that send in anons about my analyses or who like my posts about my artistic endeavors or just... well, interact in general. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are invested enough to hang around and read 2k words of me doing the Pepe Silvia scene from Always Sunny as I connect dots that might not have been meant to be connected. It’s just hard to keep doing it, sometimes, and I guess this is one of those moments.

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Aroma Mocha

So, I'm still kinda sorry about the previous fic, but maybe this coffee shop AU for day 20 makes up for it. 5k of pure humour and fluff, angst nowhere to be seen, I swear. Seriously, I give you my word, you will not need to cry tears of sadness here. Maybe scream at your screen because these two are idiots but like it's still just humour and fluff so.... But yeah. Have fun! Also remember that if you want to be tagged to my Daminette December still, just hit me up! (Or possibly this AU, if I decide to continue it because it was so fun to write.)

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This is Maribat -- don’t like; don’t read.

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Damian walked (if you asked anyone else, they would have told you he stormed in rather than calmly walked) into the shop with a scowl on his face, mostly to escape from the horrible weather outside. The bell chimed above his head as he pushed the door open, and immediately he could sense the air in the shop was both sweet and bitter as it enveloped him.

“Hello and welcome to Aroma Mocha! What can I get for you today, sir?” the young woman behind the counter said, a wide smile on her face. Damian could definitely see why it was called the Aroma Mocha, the entire space was filled with different aromas. Somehow, none of them clashed with each other.

“Hi… I’d like to have a mochaccino, please,” he decided rather quickly, quite sure that was what his brother had called the coffee he got Damian last time they were in a coffee shop.

“Sure! Name?”

“Damian.”

“Great! You want to drink it here or are you going to take it with you?”

Damian noted the strong French accent the woman had. She’d probably moved here only lately. Maybe if she seemed to struggle with English at all, he’d change to French for her.

“I’ll have it here, thanks.”

“Alright. That would be five dollars, please.”

Damian took out his wallet and gave her the amount she asked for, putting the same amount of money to the tips jar on the counter. She flashed a bright smile at him, and he really wasn’t sure whether it was the most annoying or the most wonderful thing he’d seen all day. Perhaps it was both.

“Great. You can either wait here ot find yourself a table, I’ll call your name soon, monsieur.”

And there was the first slip-up with languages. Goodness. It’s not like it never happened to him, but it was regardless a little frustrating. He decided he was going to pay attention to her English and change to French if it continued for too long.

(Spoiler alert, he never did.)

After a few minutes of waiting and going through his new notifications, the woman was back.

“A mochaccino for… Daemon!”, the barista called and set the cup on the counter before she went back to her job.

And did she really just call him “Daemon”? No, that was unlikely. Maybe it was just her accent that made him hear thi— aaaaannnd she totally said Daemon. That was the name written on the cup.

Well, that was fine. Maybe she just heard something wrong. It’s not like she did it out of spite or anything. Besides, the coffee was quite good, so that compensated for it.

A few days later, he came back to Aroma Mocha. He’d all of a sudden found himself craving the mochachino the barista had made — though Damian would never admit that to any soul, especially not a living one and perhaps not even a dead one — and hoped she was there to make him more of it.

“Oh hi, welcome back! What can I get you this time?” the young woman said, spinning around to see who had entered the shop. She seemed to recognise him immediately.

“I’d like the same kind of mochaccino as last time, please. Again, my name is Damian,” he said, his tone rather cold. He was irritated from having to deal with his brothers for the entire day and right now, even the idea of getting called by the wrong name was more than a little annoying. If he was taking it out a little on the barista, well, it didn't matter to him.

A strained (and yet somehow bright — Damian was sure any normal person would consider it a genuine one) smile on her face, the barista replied, “Yes, of course, sir.”

He nearly missed the flashing smirk on her face, gone as soon as it had appeared. If Damian had been someone else and not as used to having to pay attention to the shifts in others’ expressions, if he wasn’t sure he’d seen it on her face, he would have likely convinced himself he was just seeing things. But, as it was, he knew it had been there, even if only for the mere second. Well, maybe it didn’t mean anything.

“A coffee for Daymein!”

And yes, there was definitely a wrong name on the cup, but as no one else made a move to get it either, he decided it was his. Once again, the drink was heavenly. The woman’s ability to spell his name was not.

But, two was still just a coincidence. He didn’t pay much mind to it aside from his light annoyance.

Third time was definitely a pattern.

“Deymun!”

He was getting more and more irritated. He’d been to the coffee shop thrice now, and every time the same barista got his name wrong. Even so, he was too stubborn to leave since she made excellent coffee (though Drake wouldn’t agree with him on that, he said it was rather a milkshake than actual coffee), and besides, now that she’d done it already three times, Damian was determined to make sure she called him by his actual name at least once. He would not leave before that, not even if it took him months.

“So, the same as last time? Or do you want to try something else this time?” the barista asked, smiling at him like she always did. Damian checked her name from the name tag. “Mari,” it said.

“Well, what would you recommend, Marie?” he asked, revelling in the offended look he got from her. What was bad was that seconds later it turned into a smirk and there was mischievous laughter in her eyes, and Damian was sure that meant he was in it now.

“Do you prefer the sugary, less coffee-like things more, or would you like to try an actual coffee for once?” she asked, her tone teasing. Drake would probably love her and get along with her faster than he could say coffee. Yeah, he was not going to let them meet. Mari arched her eyebrow, her stance clearly challenging him. Well, who was he to turn down a challenge? No real Wayne and no true Al Ghul would ever turn down a challenge, no way.

“I would like to have more of an actual coffee, as you called it, miss.”

“Would you rather get an americano or a long black? Or perhaps something else?”

He was certain she made sure he would catch on the way she mentioned the — long black, was it? — coffee earlier, daring him to try. He wouldn’t back down now, no way.

“A long black sounds good.”

“Great, I’ll have your drink prepared as soon as possible.”

A guy with blue hair took over the counter as she whispered something to him and started making the coffee. The guy looked over to him with a nearly unnoticeable smirk on his face before he turned to the new customer, his tone sweet but strong. The girl ordering the drink nearly swooned.

“A long black for Damodar ,” she called.

Oh it was on.

This time Damian had to admit the victory was Mari’s as he nearly spit out his coffee, hating every second of it. He was simply unable to not drink it as he could feel her shooting glances and gloating grins disguised as sweet smiles his way every now and then. He had no other choice.

When he came in for the fourth time, he decided to take the same drink, simply asking for an even stronger version of it. Marinette raised her brow, surprised and suspicious of him. He was sure she knew how it had affected him the previous time, but there was no way he was admitting he couldn’t stand it. Maybe he would just dumb a whole lot of sugar in there when she wasn’t looking so he could handle it better.

“Et mademoiselle Marilène , for the record, my name’s Damian.”

Her eye twitched even as she kept on smiling. “I’m sorry, D’occasion, what was that you were saying? I couldn’t hear you properly because you spoke so quietly.”

Damian couldn’t remember the last time he got as strong of an urge to turn on his heel and march away as he did right then and there. He didn’t, though, as he was not ready to admit victory to the girl now, if ever. If it meant he was going to keep coming there until she quit her job or called him by the correct name, he was not going to give up. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the money to keep doing so anyway.

The fifth time Damian asked for a new drink.

“Oh, pretty boy couldn’t take his drink after all? Luka, tu me dois 10 euros, j'ai gagné.”

The blue haired man groaned though there was still a smile on his face. “D’accord, Ma-Ma-Marinette.”

So both of them were French. How great.

Damian ended up cutting off the two of them and tried to make himself sound like he really hadn’t minded the strong, disgusting coffee, all the while noting the way the other barista had called Mari. Maybe he could use it one day? “I would simply like to try something new. Anything else you’d like to suggest?”

Mari smiled, a knowing glint dancing in her eyes. “Well, since you clearly didn’t enjoy strong black coffee, I’m gonna propose you try vienna. It is still strong, but it has whipped cream in it so it smoothes out the taste a little. How’s that sound?”

Damian bit back from commenting on her grammar (it was difficult, but he managed, somehow) as he considered her suggestion. It did sound more enjoyable than the previous one anyway. “Alright, I’ll take that.”

The woman looked victorious as he accepted her suggestion before she went to make his coffee. She also seemed so thoughtful he was sure she was trying to come up with a new name to call him. This time he was prepared though. As she picked up a pen, he opened his mouth, “I’m sure you have a hard time spelling my name, seeing as you aren’t from around here, but I can help you. It’s spelled D-A-M-I-A-N. Damian. Should be very simple and easy even with your brain, miss barista.”

So, maybe he was being an asshole, but this woman had misspelled his name enough many times to justify it, alright. If she was offended, she managed to conceal it very well.

“A vienna for Dandin,”, she called out a few minutes later.

It was his turn to be offended. She was holding out the drink instead of leaving it on the counter this time, and as he took it from her, she leaned forwards and whispered so quietly even he could only barely hear, “payback, you crétin.” He couldn’t even say anything back anymore, his pride wouldn’t allow him. Besides, maybe he deserved it.

Maybe.

Yeah, but even so, he was not letting it go.

It went on and on, and she came up with a lot of new names while at it. Somehow, she’d even gotten the man with hair dyed blue in it, as the few times Mari hadn’t been there and this Luka had, he’d called out Dandy, Danail and Damijan. At least those were closer to his actual name.

That once when he’d told her his name was Damian Wayne and managed to got all of the attention of the cafe, she’d simply laughed and written Devin Wayne on his cup, muttering something about a “Lila”... or was it a “liar”? He hadn’t been able to tell (he did make a mental note to investigate it later, though). Instead, he’d come fuming back to the manor and thrown one of their less valuable mugs against a wall. Alfred hadn’t been happy or impressed but let him go soon after he had cleaned up his mess.

Then there was that one time when his family insisted on coming with him because of how much time he liked to spend in the cafe at Aroma Mocha at this point.

(“If you, who couldn’t stand actual coffee like a month and a half ago are now craving so much coffee that you go to that coffee shop like every day and even then end up stealing my coffee, I have to know what they serve you there,” Drake had decided and then called the rest of the family over, informing them of his plan. They agreed in a blink and went to dress up. He didn’t stand a chance for a second.)

As soon as they entered, Mari smiled at them with the smile she’d worn on her face when they first met, only letting Damian see behind that mask, only letting him know how she truly felt at the moment. He scowled. She was winning and she knew it.

And she knew that he knew it as well.

“Hello and welcome to Aroma Mocha! It’s nice to see new faces come with older every once in a while! Is this your family, Dames?” she asked with an overly sweet tone and tilted her head to the side, smiling all the while.

“Oohh, is she the reason you just keep coming here?”, Grayson asked while Todd was staring at him with eyes wide before voicing everyone’s thought of “ Dames?!” out loud in disbelief. The only one that looked more shocked about it than Todd was his father. It was understandable — no one else could call him by any nicknames, but somehow this small French girl was able to do that without losing the use of both or at least one of her wrists right then and there.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

“Shut up. I didn’t ask any of you to come.”

“What can I get you all?”

As they listed off their orders (Cass got a mocha by pointing at it on the menu, a triple espresso for Tim (at that point she had wondered out loud whether he was actually related to “Dames” or not as he couldn’t drink that much espresso even if he tried — and he had tried, alright — to which she’d been immediately told they were adopted siblings, Tim being the adopted one), Duke ordered a freddo, Jason wanted a ca phe sua da, Dick asked for a galao, his father requested to get a ristretto, Stephanie wanted an iced americano and ended up joking something about Captain America, an iced coffee with salted caramel for Barbara, and Alfred, well. Alfred told Mari he would like to have an Irish coffee after he took one look at the idiots that were the Wayne family), Damian stayed in the back, grumbling and arms crossed over his chest.

“Alright, are you all going to pay for your respective drinks, do you pay in groups or will one of you pay for all of them?”, she asked, ready with the debit card device in her hand.

“But— Damian didn’t order yet?”

The woman looked at Damian and arched her eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. It needed to come from him, they both knew that, as she was still a barista and the worker here. Sighing, Damian resigned to his fate and told his family what it was about. “Marielle and I at some point ended up going with her just making something for me based on how I’ve liked the previous ones until I decide something was what I wanted more of. It probably happened after the sixth time I changed what I wanted.”

Damian smirked as Mari frowned and looked offended. What reassured him she still was definitely in the game (and unlikely to complain to his family at any point) was the snicker he could hear as she was writing one of the names to a cup. Likely his.

“Well, I guess that’s fine then. I’ll pay for all of them”, his father said and took out his card, ready to pay. Once he was done, she waved her colleague (this time it was an Asian young woman with black hair and a neutral expression on her face instead of the blue-haired guy — unfortunately, she too spoke French, which meant he had to endure even more of them now) to help her. Understandable, as they had ordered a lot. Neither seemed to either care about who they were or they didn’t even recognise them. He wasn’t sure which option was more amusing.

And surely, when they were calling them to get their drinks, Mari left his drink the last and made sure he was looking at her in the eye as she called his name. “A raf coffee with extra milk to Dennis!”

The receipt in Damian’s hands crumbled as he heard the name. No matter how horrible the other names had been, this one took the cake. He couldn’t believe she’d thought that Dennis of all the names would fit him in the least. It wasn’t even close to his own name. And, of course, as his luck would have it, none of the other names were misspelled, and they were all written with elegant calligraphy except for his, that was simply written well enough for him to know she had done it again. Totally on purpose.

(Damian wasn’t sure whether the first time they had met she had actually simply heard his name wrong or if she’d already decided back then that she would call him with any names she could come up with. Considering it had been quite the while since, he decided it was probably that she’d gotten better at spelling names unfamiliar to her.)

The flabbergasted expressions on his family’s faces were delightful to see though. They had been talking about how sweet the girl was and how nice it was of her to make their cups look so nice (all of them also had a small doodle on them, courtesy of his barista — wait, his? — as the other woman had given them to Mari for her to scribble something on them), only for them to hear her call Damian “Dennis”.

And he didn’t get mad at her, he didn’t yell at her, he didn’t even correct her. He only scowled and with a grunt, went to get his coffee (Mari winked at him. Goddamnit. Judging by his Grayson’s knowing smile, they had also seen that). The drink was amazing once again, though.

“What… what did you do to the girl if she calls you that?”, Barbara asked after a beat of silence.

Leave it to his family to take the side of a girl they’ve met for the first time over their family member of many years.

“I didn’t do anything to he—”, he insisted but got cut off by Brown who shook her head in disappointment.

“Damian, you’re like a little brother to me and all, but I can’t believe you’d offend a girl so horribly that she calls you by the wrong name on purpose. You didn’t even protest, so you must understand you did something to her as well.”

Damian groaned and swore he was never coming back here with his family again.

It continued on and on.

“How does a cafe affogato sound?”, she asked without lifting her eyes when he arrived one day. How she knew it was him without looking, he wasn’t sure, but that was fine. He was getting used to it.

“Sure, Marybell.”

“What ice cream?”

“Whatever you think fits the best.”

Somehow, their routine of Damian ordering a coffee Mari chose for him and then her writing down a wrong name once again had become comfortable even though he still tried to get her to write his real name on the cup at least once. He needed that victory since Mari had won so many times. Well, she won most of the time, if he was being honest. By that point he knew that he would still keep coming by even if he did win for once.

“A cafe affogato for Deneb!”

“Thanks, Marine.”

“Hey, you got close to my name for once.”

“Damn it.”

And then there was that one day when she’d called him “Dami”. Upon arriving home, he’d stormed in, bringing the attention of everyone in the manor in the vicinity to him.

“I can’t believe her!”

“What did Teacup do now?”

“She— Wait, Grayson, what do you mean Teacup?”

“I became friends with her a while back. She’s cool. Bakes way better than anyone her age should. Loves and values designing more than her own life. Anyway, continue your story.”

Damian spluttered (and he could swear that was the most mortifying moment in his life even after years to come) before composing himself. “She called me Dami today. Dami!”

“You— you sound way too scandalised about this. What’s the problem? It’s way closer to your name than, say, Dennis, and sounds like a nice nickname in general”, Drake said, chugging down his (umpteenth cup of) coffee as he walked past (only god knows how many he’d already had). “Also I agree with Dick, Cupcake’s great. She makes the best coffee — sorry Alfred,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

“That is quite alright, Master Tim. Her skills at making it are truly limitless.”

Drake beamed at him. Beamed.

“You’re only friends with her because she knows how to brew good coffee.”

“That is so not true, Duke!”

“Oh yeah, Pixie Pop’s definitely the best,” Todd declared from where he was sitting and reading yet another book.

“Are all of you friends with her?”

“Yep”, Brown told him, suddenly appearing from behind him and then promptly plopping down on the couch next to Todd. “We all decided to get to know her after that encounter in the shop. But do explain why her calling you Dami is so horrible? Like Tim said, it’s closer to your actual name than many of the others she’s called you, shouldn’t you be happy? Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to get her to do for ages now?”

“But that’s precisely the problem!”

Everyone and everything around him stopped, slowly turning to face him.

“What?”

“She never misses an opportunity to call me by some random name that is only remotely close to my own, yet she didn’t take it. There must be something wrong with her! Maybe she’s sick or someone must have truly offended her or she’s dying or—”

A beat.

“Are you fucking serious? You interrupted a perfectly good book because you were worried about Pixie Pop? God, Demon Spawn, I’m glad you’ve finally developed a crush on someone and as long as you don’t hurt her, go off and ask her out, but this is Jon’s job. He’s your best friend. You can fret about your crush to him.”

“A crush?”

“A crush, Damian. You like her. Romantically,” Dick explained on the behalf of Todd.

“No I don’t— Oh my god I like Mari why did none of you tell me?”

“We just did!”

Mari was back to calling him weird names the next day. Damian breathed out a sigh of relief. She was alright.

(And Jon had had a field day when Damian had called him because finally his best friend was crushing on someone and he couldn’t wait to try and help him come up with plans to woo said crush.)

One day he had stepped into Aroma Mocha barely awake and simply went straight to a table and nearly fallen asleep there. He had even forgotten to order a coffee. Three minutes later, someone walked up to him and placed a coffee in front of him along with a cupcake. Damian lifted his eyes to the stranger, ready to tell them to fuck off and go away, only for him to meet the eyes of Mari above him.

“I didn’t… order these?” It came out more as a question than a statement, much to Damian’s dismay. Oh well.

“I know, Dalimil, but you need to get something to stay here. Also you look like you got run over by a bus and like you haven’t slept in three weeks, worse than Tim usually does, which is precisely why here’s a salted caramel cupcake and a chai latte with added caffeine in it.” Her voice remained stern as she pushed the cup closer to him. “You’re welcome, by the way, Damir.”

“I’ll come pay soon—”

“No you won’t. It’s on me, because that’s what friends do. You can give me good tips some day to make up for it though if you want to.”

Friends…?

Oh.

That sounded nice.

Damian made sure he gave Mari three times the amount of money he had to pay for his coffee the next time he came by as tips. She had stared at him like she’d seen a ghost but to her credit, she never said anything about it or tried to refuse it.

After another few weeks, Damian finally gave up on getting his favourite (when had that happened anyway?) barista to spell his name correctly. If he only got her to spell some name correctly he gave her, that would be good enough. He’d once told her his name was Han Solo (in his defense, Dick had made the entire family watch all of the Star Wars movies in two days and that was the first name he could think of), and well, she had most definitely not disappointed and once again had twisted the name.

Mari had ended up writing ‘Handsome Squidward on his cup. Damian had barely managed to groan before he shaking his head fondly at her. He’d been far too tired to be able to react more strongly. Once again she had ended up putting extra caffeine shots in his coffee. Damian was no longer sure whether he was addicted to the caffeine or seeing Mari — or perhaps both. ‘Both’ was a likelier correct answer.

“Soo, what’s it today? You’ve gone through just about everything in our menu by now. Do you want to have something you’ve already tasted before or do you want me to still find a new thing I think you might like?”

“Maybe something you think I may like. Thank you, Mary.”

He noticed the fond smile on her face right away, though it took a few seconds to actually register. For once, he couldn’t see mischief in her eyes, nor did she look like she was planning on some grand scheme like she usually did. It was nice, he decided, seeing her like this.

“Name?”

(They both knew it was just for show at this point.)

Damian considered it for a second. He wanted her to spell the name — any name — he gave her correctly at least once, but it took him a moment to come up with one. While he enjoyed their routine of calling one another by weird, incorrect names, but he still needed that damned victory at least this one time. After that, he wouldn’t care.

“Batman.”

She couldn’t misspell that one unless she decided to mess with him even more and use a completely different name — after all, only a handful of people would dare to even accidentally disrespect Batman in Gotham, and she didn’t seem to be one to do so.

Mari rolled her eyes and told him to go wait for his drink. He did.

“A special coffee for Batman,” she called, trying to contain her laughter. Damian decided it was kind of adorable. At least she used the name he’d given her for once. Victory.

“Here you go, Mister ‘Yes I definitely am Batman himself, I even wear the correct ever present scowl on my face, there’s no way I’m not him’. I hope you enjoy it,” she said chuckling and handed him his drink. She was warm as their hands brushed against each other and Damian could have almost sworn that there was a spark between them at the touch.

“I am fairly sure I will, Miss ‘I can never make a bad coffee unless it’s black and I try to make you suffer as much as possible on purpose’. Thank you very much.”

Damian went to sit down and drank it, finding it was better than anything he’d tasted before. This was what he wanted to have more of. It was just sweet enough to make him want more, but not too sweet so he could easily have a dessert alongside it if he wanted to. It also tasted more like coffee than the mochaccino he had started with had tasted like. Bitter, but not enough to make him gag.

In short, he absolutely loved it.

Then he noticed scribbles on the cup from the corner of his eye. Damian turned it around in his hands and flushed red as he read the text written on it.

Damian W. <3

Call/text me *** ***-**** xoxo

— Marinette

To put it simply, he was irritated. Not only had she not written down the name he’d given her again, but she had also written his actual name which was something he’d been trying to make her do for months now. To make it more complicated, yes, he was irritated but also absolutely smitten with her.

And god if he wasn’t ecstatic to find out she liked him back.

So, seeing as Damian liked her a lot even if he was frustrated with her and it was her that took initiative, he took his phone out of his pocket and texted the number he gave her. It didn’t take long before his phone went off and he got a reply. A quick glance at her confirmed she was on her phone and smiling at it.

DW: Hello. (12.18 pm)

MDC: heya ! i’m glad you decided to message me ! (12.20 pm)

DW: Of course I did. You’re my friend and I also like you. (12.21 pm)

DW: Although I doubt you should be on your phone during work. (12.21 pm)

MDC: your fault for texting me during work (12.24 pm)

MDC: anyway (12.24)

DW: Your fault for giving me your number and not telling me when your shift ends. (12.25 pm)

MDC: ANYWAY (12.25 pm)

MDC: did you like the coffee I made you ? (12.26 pm)

DW: Yes, I did. What was that? I would like to have it again, although not right now, since I just finished it. (12.27 pm)

MDC: I made it specially for you. can’t find it on the menu. I’m glad to hear you liked it ! (12.36 pm)

DW: I am honored that you decided to do that. I truly appreciate it, Angel. (12.37 pm)

DW: Or should I call you Marinette? Or Mari? Please tell me I am not making you uncomfortable. (12.39 pm)

MDC: dw about it ! you can call me whatever you want as long as I get to call you mine ! (12.42 pm)

MDC: wai t what (12.42 pm)

MDC: hey anyway I had an actual reason to give you my number (12.43 pm)

MDC: date today at 6 ? we could meet up here once my shift’s done and over with (12.46 pm)

Damian looked over to the counter, only to find Marinette already looking at him — and, with a smile (that damned smile that was too adorable for her own good), she winked at him. She was going to be the death of him if she kept on being like this.

Smiling, he turned back to his phone and started typing.

DW: A date sounds great. I’ll see you at 6, then, Angel. (12.51 pm)

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Dandin -- dimwit, buffoon, idiot D'occasion -- second-hand, used Tu me dois 10 euros, j'ai gagné -- You owe me ten euros, I won D'accord -- Alright

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#daminette #maridami #damian x marinette #maribat #Daminette december #marinette dupain cheng #Damian Wayne #damian al ghul #dc #ml x dc #ml #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #fanfiction #ethel's writing #coffee shop AU

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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i feel kinda selfish and stupid for asking but it’s been a ROUGH week, i learned that after a year of working up the courage to finally talk to my parents about therapy my session got cancelled and i won’t be able to scheduled a new one until possibly next year and i’m just not doing great, if it wouldn’t be too much to ask could you just write something short and fluffy and happy? you don’t have to, i don’t want you to feel obligated i just wanted to ask, thank you!

Hi! I am SO SORRY you are going through that. Have you looked into some online therapy resources in the meantime? Honestly, I would be happy to do some research if you need someone with you on this, there are some you can text with therapists and they can be pretty cheap and sometimes covered by insurance, it may be something that could help tide you over. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping! I just know how IMPORTANT therapy can be and I want to support you in any way I can!

I’m really proud of you for working towards getting help! Finding the courage to talk to your parents and even just BEGIN that road to getting help can be really fucking scary, I just recently went through that whole thing, and I’m PROUD OF YOU.

Also, for anyone that likes what I put out, PLEASE never feel selfish and/or stupid for asking for a ficlet or a drabble or ANYTHING. I LOVE writing and am more than happy to write special things!

A little modern au of these two being fluffy and dumb 😊

Billy’s phone lit up, nearly blinding him in the dark.

Stevie 💕: bill

Stevie 💕: bill ur not gona belev this

Billy smiled at the misspelled ‘believe’. In the beginning, it would take Steve a long time to text Billy back. He would spellcheck nearly every word, worried that Billy would judge him, his dyslexia. Worried he was gonna embarrass himself.

They’d had a lot of talks about it, that Steve should never be embarrassed around Billy, especially for things that were out of his control.

He squinted at the screen. The picture he took of Steve last summer when they visited California popped up, Steve sitting on the beach at sunset, staring out over the water. He answered the FaceTime.

“Hey, Pretty Boy.”

“Bill, I found a dog!” Steve was chattering away to the camera, his hair was wild, his eyes bright behind his glasses.

“What do you mean you ‘found a dog’?”

“I was hanging out outside and look at this dog!” He panned down, showing a fluffy little dog cradled close to his chest. “I’m gonna name it Dog.”

“A few things.” Billy sat up in bed, turning on the lamp on his nightstand. “First of all, it’s like, three in the morning, why were you outside? Second of all, don’t name the dog you found outside Dog, Steve that’s fucking ridiculous.” Steve moved the camera up to show his own puppy dog eyes.

“It’s cute. This is my dog, Dog.” Steve giggled, Billy melted.

“And why were you outside?” Steve flushed, averting his eyes.

“I um, I had a nightmare and needed, needed to calm down a bit.”

“You need me to come over?” Billy was already out of bed, pulling a hoodie off the floor, tugging it on.

“No, Bill I’m okay. I just needed some air and then I met Dog!”

“Literally too late I’m already coming.” Billy was getting in his car, putting his phone into the holder Steve had installed on the dash after Billy kept looking at it to change the music while driving. “I’m on my way to meet Dracula.”

“Dracula?”

“The dog you found. I’ve named it Dracula.” Steve made an indignant noise.

“No, her name is Meatball and that’s final.”

“Meatball, Steve? Meatball?”

“Yeah, I think it’s cute!”

“You think everything is cute, Pretty Boy. That’s what makes you so baby.”

“I am baby, thank you for confirming.” Billy was pulling into the driveway.

“I’m here, Silkworm. Open the door.” He could hear Steve’s footsteps through the FaceTime. When he was excited he would move like a toddler, jogging super awkwardly, letting his feet slap against the floor.

He heaved himself out of the car as the FaceTime clicked off, Steve throwing open the front door.

“Bill, come meet Lizard!”

“Did you name the dog Lizard now?” He swept Steve up in his arms, kissing his face over and over while Steve squirmed.

“Yes, she has Lizard energy.” Billy put Steve back down, closing the door behind them as they went to meet the excited little dog in the sitting room.

Billy picked her up, holding her out to look deeply into her eyes.

“Freddy. She looks like a Freddy.” Steve just scoffed.

“You’re just saying that because of Freddy Krueger, Bill. I see right through you.” He had his hands on his hips, looking at Billy all pouty. He was wearing one of Billy’s shirts, an old Pansy Division one, the collar stretched out enough to expose his little collarbones, the dark moles dotted along it.

“Butch.”

“What?”

“For the dog. Butch.” Steve’s eyes went bright.

“Like the Butch Cassidy! It’s perfect, Bill!” Steve has made Billy watch probably every western ever made. He loved them. Steve took the dog from Billy, dancing around with her close to his chest.

“Butch, Butch, Butch. My little puppy, Butch.” He was singing to the dog. Billy flopped onto the couch, watching Steve with a soft smile.

“I love you.” Steve turned around, grinning at Billy. He was leaned against the armrest, head supported on one hand. Steve’s ears went a little red.

“I love you, Bill.” He tottered over to Billy, kissing him softly. “And I love you, Butch.” He continued singing nonsense to the dog, dancing around in his little shorts, mismatched woolen socks on his feet.

#yikes writes #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove

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zombie-honeymoon · 4 years

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Coffee Shop AU + I didn't mean to turn you on + KakuHida -- kakuzuisabigidiotwholoveshidan

From this, feel free to send me more if anyone wants.

@kakuzuisabigidiotwholoveshidan Thanks for sending this, I’m sorry it took me a while to get to it, I’ve been very busy these last few weeks and had a hard time putting my thoughts into words the way I wanted them. But I had a lot of fun thinking of this!

For this, I would write something fun where Kakuzu is the grouchy customer who is very particular about his orders, complains a lot and never leaves a tip at the coffee shop where Hidan has recently been hired as a new barista. He doesn’t know what he’s doing just yet, but he’s learning and does his best and his co-worker, Deidara, helps when he can.

Hidan is immediately intrigued by Kakuzu the first time he comes in to meet with a client or to finish up some work outside of his office. Not that he thinks he’s good looking or anything like that… No one else is around to help out, and Hidan messes up the drink, takes too long (according to Kakuzu) and then (intentionally) misspells his name. Kakuzu tells him to never make his drink again. Of course Hidan makes it a point to always make Kakuzu’s drinks, even if he’s doing something else.

Kakuzu complains to the manager, but he’s pissed the manager off too many times with his complaints and the manager doesn’t do anything but tell him he’s welcome to go to any other coffee shop, no one’s forcing him to be at that particular place. But for some reason, definitely not Hidan, he keeps going there.

It doesn’t take long before it becomes a sort of game to them. Kakuzu finds that he’s actually looking forward to their interactions and starts to miss Hidan when he has a different shift or a day off, or when Kakuzu himself has a day off. Their exchanges turn more into banter than the insults they threw at each other at first, and Hidan even starts to spell his name right.

Kakuzu begins to sit so he has a view of the counter, rather than sitting way in the back like he used to and Hidan couldn’t be happier. He watches as Kakuzu does his work and meets with clients, and notices Kakuzu never smiles when he talks with them. Not like he does when he’s watching Hidan make his drink and asking if he’s going to screw it up again or not.

Hidan also likes to watch as Kakuzu drinks his espresso and licks the foam from his upper lip and Hidan wonders what Kakuzu would taste like, and if Kakuzu would ever let him lick the foam from his lip. He’s nudged out of his day dreaming by Deidara and falls face first into the counter. Kakuzu looks up just in time.

Hidan thinks Kakuzu doesn’t notice him watching, but Kakuzu notices and not long after as he’s picking up his drink, he leans across the counter and drops a folded one dollar bill in the pocket of his apron. The first and only tip he’s ever left. Later, Hidan unfolds it to find Kakuzu’s business card with a phone number written across the back of it, ‘Call me, we’ll get dinner’. Hidan calls him as soon as he gets home that night and they’re on their first date that weekend.

#kakuhida #kakuzu #hidan #deidara #coffee shop au #kakuzuisabigidiotwholoveshidan #so many things i wish i had time to write...#the ever growing list of wips #again i probably got carried away with this #zombiehoneymoonfics

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theamberwriter · 5 years

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Levi’s Secret [Mod!Levi Ackerman||Fem!Reader]

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader [Mod!AU]

Word Count: 2012

Warning: Cursing, pregnancy

A/N: I posted this a while ago on Quotev, DeviantArt, and Wattpad (I think). I updated it for you all!

Levi Ackerman, co-vice president for one of the most powerful companies in the world, Titan Industries, has a secret. Nothing dangerous - well, maybe it will be if anyone finds out, but it'll only be dangerous to their health. He plans on keeping it that way as long as he can. The shitheads he works with don't need to know about his personal life.

But what is that secret?

If one were to go into the upper left-hand drawer, supposing they got the key, and found the insert in the bottom of it. One could find a mysterious paper object lying flat in the bottom of it.

But what is this object?

Well the other VP Hanji Zoe is determined to find out. She's continuously caught the short man looking at – something – in the drawer. But even the security cameras can't reveal what it is. She only knows where the mysterious object is located. News spread quietly around the office when Hanji blabbed, and some people began to take bets; a porn magazine, nudes of his wife and just regular ole important papers were among the guesses.

Almost everyone wants to know what is in that drawer.

Even the president, Erwin Smith, who is an old friend of the co-VP, is curious about Levi's mysterious drawer.

Hanji knows better, though, than to ask the stoic short man about his secret. She knows he’d blow her off, or threaten her, or move the thing – whatever it is. Hanji also knows better than to ask his wife, [Name], who will only give her a mysterious smile and tap the side of her nose to tease her.

No amount of begging will force [Name] to give out any of her husband’s secrets. And not in fear of Levi getting angry, but because she loves to mock the nosey woman. [Name] knows a side of Levi nobody does, knows things that no one else knows – and that drives Hanji crazy, she wants to know everything. Mostly just so she can pester and tease her short friend about it.

Currently, it is a Friday morning – about 10:54 AM. In the main HQ of Titan Industries, in front of a large set of double doors up on the 34th floor, can be found a certain brunette Hanji Zoe and a young office worker from the floor below. Eren Jeager is the long-time friend Levi’s younger cousin, Mikasa, who also worked in the office.

“Hanji,” says Eren, looking nervously about him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course, it is,” reassures the woman as she slowly opens the door. “Shorty’s in a meeting, and shouldn’t be back for a while. Besides, I know exactly where to look. I’ve seen him do it a million times on the cameras. – look, just signal me if something goes amiss, alright?”

Eren sighs, his shoulders slumping. “Right.”

The woman creeps into the room, after ruffling Eren’s hair, and slowly makes her way over to the pristine desk. She is going to try not to mess it up – it’s so tempting! But she is also trying not to get caught, so she resists the urge.

Ever so gently, Hanji removes the pen she always sees Levi use from its place in the mug on his desk. It’s one [Name] gave him Hanji notices (even after having seen it a million times, she never took note of what was on it), it’s pictures of their wedding and honeymoon a few years before. But, to Hanji’s dismay, there is no picture of the man smiling or being anything but his usual self! [Name] must have made this specifically for his desk.

With a sigh, Hanji shakes her head and kneels to retrieve the key from under the desk. If one didn’t look closely, they would miss the small key held in brackets screwed to the top of the desk. The brunette carefully slides the gold key out, glancing it over once, before shoving it in the lock and turning it. She flinches as it makes a soft click sound.

Sliding out the drawer, Hanji then looks for the spot where the tip of the pen would fit. It’s hard to spot, even with the sunlight streaming in the wall of windows behind her. But she does find it. She grins to herself as she lifts up the insert. Standing, Hanji puts her hands under the panel and feels for the edge of the object. When she finds it, she fishes it out and drops the insert.

Placing the pen on the desk, the woman looks at what’s in her hand. At first, it appears to be a white folder but as she flips it over, she finds it’s something else. Hanji’s eyes widen, a squeal escaping her throat. So it was none of the dirty things the office workers conjured up.

She completely ignores the loud, ‘Hello, Mr. Ackerman!’ that Eren just about yells from outside the door. Nor does she hear the growl from the short man as he snaps at the boy to ‘quit fucking shouting’ and ‘get the hell away from his door if he’s just going to stand there like a dumbass.’ Hanji also completely ignores the short man as she runs out of the office to tell Eren of her discovery, even though she tosses him a ‘hey, shorty.’

“Eren, you will never believe –” starts Hanji, but then stops as she realizes that the short man is seething behind her.

“Oi! Shitty Glasses!” grits Levi, his fists clenched as he glares her down. “Who in the hell gave you permission to go in my office when I’m not there?! And how the fuck did you get that – give it to me!”

But Hanji simply turns and runs, ditching her heels and knee-highs as she does so that she doesn’t trip or slip. Levi immediately takes off after her, but not before glaring at young Eren and snapping at him to get back to work; Eren shakily does as he’s told.

Hanji, meanwhile, sprints down the stairs and runs to one of the desk lined floors. Waving the thing in the air, she yells, “I’ve got it!”

When people look up, all they see is her running with Mr. Ackerman hot on her heels. She only stops when Erwin enters the floor, having seen the commotion on the cameras. Levi stops as well, and then he and Hanji begin to sprint and jump in circles around the president. But this stops as Erwin takes the thing from Hanji, who’s now behind him, while Levi glares down his friend from in front.

“Erwin. Give. Me. That!” spits Levi, but Erwin sighs and shakes his head as he holds the object high above his head – knowing that his tiny friend can’t reach that without assaulting him.

“Sorry, Levi,” mutters the blonde. “Everybody’s just curious.”

“It’s none of their damn business! – and why do those shitheads know that I keep that in my – four eyes, what the fuck?!” Levi’s glare shifted over the broad shoulders of his boss, to where Hanji’s eyes were just popping over them.

“Well I couldn’t keep to myself that you had a secret, now could I?! – and anybody who said it was porn or nudes has lost their bet, I hope you know!” calls Hanji, at this Levi whips around the glare down everybody in the room. Especially those forking over money, or claiming they had to go to the bank.

“S-So, what is it?” stutters poor little Armin Arlert from his desk nearest the trio.

“It’s none –” starts Levi, but he is cut off by Erwin.

“You might as well tell us, or else Hanji will,” states the blonde. From behind him, Hanji agreed and began to bounce excitedly.

The raven-haired man glares but then sighs in defeat. “Fucking fine! Give it.”

Erwin carefully lowers the object into his friend’s expectant hand. Turning, Levi faces the floor with the white side showing. But then, he turns it around and looks grumpily away.

Slowly, people gather to get a better look – it’s a thin paper picture frame.

DADDY’S LITTLE BABY is hand done in pale orange block letters across the top of the paper frame. Around the outside is decorated in swirls and dots, it even has a mint green bow tied in two holes punched in the corner. In the frame, lies a black and white ultrasound picture.

“Levi’s gonna be a daddy!” shouts Hanji, running around to throw her arms around the man. Levi growls at her but says nothing.

Erwin puts a hand on Levi’s shoulder, smiling lightly down at him. “Congratulations, Levi.”

“Yeah, thanks,” is all he mutters.

Hanji chuckles, “you could be a bit happier!”

“How the fuck can I?! You damn bunch of shit minded assholes weren’t supposed to fucking know! You shouldn’t even know I’m fucking married, but somebody had to go running her damn big shitty mouth!” Levi spits, glaring around the group gathered.

Hanji and Erwin roll their eyes, Hanji ruffling Levi’s hair. “How could I not?! It was exciting! Also, how were you going to explain the fact that [Name]’s in here all the time?! She probably would have told us herself!”

“What would I have told you?” [Name]’s voice cuts through the chatter. People move to the side as the woman pushes her way through with a box in hand. She smiles sweetly lightly as she sees Levi seemingly presenting the picture frame she made him three months ago for his birthday. “Aww, Levi, you’re showing off our babies!”

The plural catches Levi’s attention, any thought of a blush disappearing. Levi raises an eyebrow slightly. “Babies?”

[Name] giggles, nodding and holds out the box to him. Slowly, he takes it while handing her the frame. He eyes her warily as he opens the box. Inside is a new ribbon and an ultrasound picture clearly showing two circles – twins?! Levi about drops the box at this, but only [Name] notices.

“Twins?!” yells Hanji, causing the man to flinch away from the loud sound.

“Yes, Hanji,” [Name] chuckles loudly. “Levi and I are having twins. Can I have a small hole punch someone?”

More chatter flutters through the room, and then Armin shuffles up with a punch. He mutters a ‘congratulations’ to which the woman smiles. Punching through two more holes in the frame, [Name] hands the punch back and walks up to Levi. He just stares intently at her.

[Name] ties the new ribbon through the holes, and then slips in the new ultrasound. Also paper clipping on a matching ‘S’ that was hidden beneath it onto the end of ‘baby.’ The misspelling makes Levi cringe, but he knew it was his wife’s attempt to be funny.

“How long have you known? When the hell did you get that done?!” utters Levi, watching [Name]’s face intently.

[Name] kisses his cheek with a smile. “I went about two weeks ago, when you were out of town.”

“And you’re just now telling me?! We have to go get more shit for the nursery!” hisses Levi, causing Hanji to laugh loudly.

“Don’t worry shorty! We’ll throw you a baby shower!” she says, as though it’s simple. Levi goes to glare, but [Name] cuts in.

“I’d appreciate that Hanji,” she says, “Levi wasn’t going to let me invite any friends.”

“Forget just friends! We’ll have the whole damn building doing in on it! All 35 floors!” announces the insane brunette, bouncing up and down again.

Before Levi could stop her, Hanji began to ramble on and on about all that could be done. As well as going around and assigning things to each employee, who was still in shock that their grumpy boss was going to be a father.

And, though he despises the brunette sticking her nose in his business, Levi knew it made [Name] happy to have everyone finally know.

Suddenly, Levi doesn’t mind sharing his secret.

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paulieshore · 4 years

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Part 2 Obey Me / SCM Au Series

Warnings: conflict of interest, curses, drama, minor angst

Words 2670

I do not own the rights to these characters, characters belong to:

· Obey me! Shall we date

· Star crossed myth - Voltage

Part 2: Obey Me / SCM Au Series

*Note:

Turns out I have been spelling Hue’s name wrong by one letter LOL ‘Huedhaut’ is Hue aka Huedaut, God of Aquarius … Sorry for all previous chapters misspelling his name, ill edit it when i can be arsed. <3

Chapter 1: Shame on You

Lucifer’s Pov

As I passed by the mirror of the bathroom, I was slightly taken by surprise by my sight.

When did I get so weak?

My clothes were in shambles, I couldn’t tell whose blood was whose. My skin was filthy, riddled with marks and scruffs. Thankfully my demon powers started healing my wounds, though my energy still felt depleted.

I wonder how she must be feeling? The thought occurred to me.

Walking to the doorway, peeking to the unconscienced beauty on the sofa. Her eyes closed; fear swelled inside me; hoping they would open soon.

Such a fragile life, even in my own anger I had nearly done the unthinkable to her. My mind was racing with so many questions, neither mind nor heart aligned.

Is that why I feel the way I do towards Y/N? Is it guilt that compels me to care? Does this have to do with mother or Lilith, or is this guilt for my brother?

Mammon… I scold myself for being so reckless; shame on you.

I should have known he would go to her, even when told not to. When does he ever listen to warnings or advice? A fleeting smile creeps on my face as I think about it, gone far to soon as my thoughts wonder.

I got careless, oh perhaps I didn’t care enough.

So many feelings and emotions stirring, things I thought I’d lost long ago.

I have fallen so far from grace, and feel as though I continue to fall.

Shame on you.

Inside the House of Lamentation

Lucifer stormed out of the hall with Y/N, the remaining five brothers and Solomon; silent as the grave. Each of them seeming to be thinking the same things.

‘Mammon the Idiot.’

The house was quiet without his noise, far too quiet.

Lucifer asked that they believed in Huedhaut but, they had already been let down by him; twice. How could they believe in him now after so long…?

…

Beel breaks the silence “Do you think it’s worth praying for him?” Looking to Belphie

Solomon replies before anyone else is able too, “Can you?”

They all look at him dumbfoundedly.

“What do you mean, Solomon?” Asmo asks

“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever known demons to pray, and to whom?”

A genuine question, which none of them, had any idea where to start.

…

Solomon suggests something, “Why don’t you pray directly to him then?”

Demon’s Lord Castle

Huedhaut’s Pov

I truly did not believe Kivy, my king, my old friend, would save Mammon.

I turned to the young prince of the underworld, betting on the chance he may. Mammon wasn’t gone yet; I could feel his soul still intact. I however, did not possess the power it required to heal him completely.

I proposed to Diavolo, in exchange for his help, I would grant him one wish.

Whatever that may be.

Kivy will surely want my head, but I already owed these boys so much. I was willing to do anything at this point; I know Fate would agree with me. Seeking balance for all that I didn’t do, or maybe I’m searching to be punished further?

“Lord Huedhaut, in aiding you with this and granting me said wish… Will you not fall from grace?” The young prince asks me. His pitch hiked slightly, and dipped deep again; uneasy.

Whether he was genuinely concerned or merely probing my emotions was futile.

“I cannot say for certain but, I will be tried in court. That is definite.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look away from Mammon, one blink and he could truly be gone. Shame on you Huedhaut; I could practically hear Fate cursing me for failing our children.

“Then who’s to say that I, Prince; will not be tried too? For interfering in such affairs”

A reasonable counter, I thought. His last words nearly had me laughing out loud though, playing the innocence card?

“You weren’t punished for your last ‘interference’, why should this be any different?” I challenged him, what more did I have chance of losing?

“It was I that came to you, it was I and I alone that proposed this deal. So, it will be me, Huedhaut; who will face whatever may.”

I looked to Diavolo, and meant every word, then turned my sight back to Mammon.

They stood together against Kivy when Lilith broke the law. I once again took the kings side over my family… Not this time, not anymore.

Third times a charm? Isn’t that what the mortals say.

Heaven

Simeon and Luke were just informed of the recent events, all of heaven in an uproar.

“What should be do Simeon?”

“Honestly I don’t kno-”

Simeon stopped talking mid-sentence, a faint chant filling his ears.

Luke’s head shot back and forth, barking out “Can you hear that? Those voices?”

Simeon stood still and closed his eyes, listening further. A smile spreads across his face.

“They’re praying.”

Zyglavis was reporting to Kivy when sounds start to fill the throne room. Zyglavis was unable to finish his report, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the voices.

The King too is amused “seems even black sheep are in need of guidance” his laugh drowns out all other noises.

He would allow this once; their voices to be received to the recipient.

…

The House of Gods

Partheno slips in, he knew there was going to be questions to his disappearance. Weirdly though no one was bombarding him, it felt suspicious.

He enters the common room “Urg, you would not believe the day I have had?!”

No one takes any notice of him; they all seem to be listening to something.

“Gents? Am I being ignored?” He pretends to pout. “I know I shouldn’t have skipped out on”

Scorpio scowls at him “SHHH, listen!”

They all fall silent again, prayers can be heard in almost a whisper.

Teorus points out, “Those voices, can it be?”

“You know, I feel sorta sad for them…” Aigonorus barely squeaks out.

Ichthys and Dui nod their heads in agreement.

The Human Realm

*SNAP*

Karno and Leon were feeling the toll, dealing with the aftermath and erasing memories. Took a lot out of them, luckily though the news cameras were not live filming. Fiddling with mortal minds was a breeze, fiddling with a dozen mortal minds in a polluted realm was another. Luckily, they only had to deal with a relevantly small community, between the two of them they divided the work.

Leon was feeling a bit annoyed no one else came to aid them, not that he needed help.

“Chief, that’s the last of them.” Karno walks up to him, whose sprawled out on a bench. His head hanging over the back, arms draped over the back support of it.

“I hate the human realm; I feel disgusting.”

Karno laughs featherily, “Well to be fair, you are covered head to toe in filth.”

Leon shoots him a dirty glare, stands up and begins walking away. “Well if were done here, let’s leave to Devildom immediately. The sooner we finish the sooner I can have a drink”

“Leon, we should head back to The King and report before doing so.”

“No, we are not going back until we have the girl. She’s in danger Karno, more importantly look what she has done here. Whether it was intentional or not, she can not be allowed the freedom to roam. Let alone the fact now those demons see what she can do, how do you think they’ll manipulate her” He turns and notices the look on Karno’s face. “Is there something you’re not telling me, my vice minister?”

He looks down, guilt written all over his face. Nodding “Yes, which is why we must report to the King.”

Leon pauses, Karno was not one to lie to him. Which led him to believe that whatever it was, the king’s opinion was indeed needed as much as he disliked admitting it. “Very well, but then I WILL be going to Devildom, even if I have to go alone.”

Devildom

“It’s rather simply, Barbatos will place me in another time line. I will swap the Mammon here, with the Mammon there.” Huedhaut outline’s his plan.

“I see where you are going with this. However, in doing so, we will cause a ripple affect within all other time lines. Mammon’s fate has already been sealed.” Barbatos points out.

“You’ve done something rather similar before no, and look how well that faired out.” Hue was done with their petty mind games.

He did not like people taking him for a fool.

Barbatos face was slapped with truth and shock. Diavolo squinted his eyes to the god, it seems the heavens were well informed on what has been going on within his kingdom.

“So, let’s just get straight to it. I have seen how this will play out, and what exactly is needed to be done in order to do so. I will do it; I need to get back to the day Mammon snuck out of school. That is when I will swap and set everything up.”

Diavolo doesn’t quite understand what Huedhaut intends to do “Set everything up?”

“Yes, someone was following them that day; Crow. I will use that given opportunity as an assassination on Mammon. There for, feeding fuel to the fire, the others will believe Mammon was killed by the disciple even in that time line. I can use my powers, not be seen or detected, and bring Mammon safely back here. However, I will need you though Diavolo, as prince you are relevant in all the timelines. You must keep the secret of the truth to yourself in that alternative time line, I will come to you there and explain in further detail.” Giving Barbatos the side eye.

Diavolo realises then, Huedhaut was indeed a god not to be toyed with. He wasn’t just known for being wise, but being dangerously clever. It started to make sense, the similarities he saw in Lucifer, the siblings and him. The past started to piece itself together “Very well then, you have my word.”

“I need your permission, grant me power to carry out my task.”

Diavolo’s eyebrow raises suspiciously, “I; Diavolo, first of my name, prince of the underworld. Grant you, Huedhaut; the power to carry out your quest, under the regulations and laws that guard my people.”

No sooner after those words left his mouth, Huedhaut glowed. It momentarily blinded both him and Barbatos, as the light faded and Huedhaut could be seen again. He was no longer in uniform; he was in god form.

It was stupendous, he wore holy attire, set on his forehead a golden diadem. Dark blue clothes draped on his sleek and lean figure. Around his neck was a two overlaid gold necklace that sat tidily on his collarbone, dangling from gold links were 3 inched; sapphire gems that sparkled like crystal blue stars. The necklace matched the diadem on his head and the sandals upon his feet. His right arm covered with more deep blue cloth and silver in stitched patterns down the sleeve, which resembled waves. His left arm was mostly bare but two gold accessories; a gold armlet that fit snug around his perfect bicep, another sapphire rock can be seen on it. Around his wrist was a gold bracelet with more pebble size gems, his bottom half was a long skirt, matching the colours above. His upper body was slightly revealed, show casing his glowing skin. Around his waist, a gold and blue sash with patterns that came together and dangled to the right side. The very sight of him screamed divinity and grace from head to toe.

Diavolo was much to busy spectating every inch of Hue, to hear a word the he was saying.

Huedhaut inhaled deeply, “That feels much better, my regards Diavolo.” In an almost sinister voice “Well then Master Barbatos, shall we be off?”

Mammon’s POV

Y/N pointed to me; I didn’t have enough time to turn. The pain that shot into me then my body felt so cold with each spasm around the entry point. It all happened so fast, I think I was stabbed.

I didn’t cry, Me? The great Mammon, never cries…

Okay…fine.

Hell, I cried a little, the hurt was one thing, but the look on her face was the kicker. It sent my mind and heart into torture, while I felt discomfort physically. My body betrayed me and I fell to the ground hard, my mind was the only thing I felt I had a smidge bit of control over.

Soon her face came into view from above, she looked afraid.

Did something else happen, or is that look for me… Am I dying?

She whispered so softly to me, and for a moment I wished we stayed like this forever. Her arms were so warm, I knew she was pretty... But being so close I really seen how pretty she was. Her voice was heavenly, comforting me as I felt myself slipping into panic. I don’t want to die, I tried focusing on all her heavenly features.

“H-hey b-buddy?”

She stuttered, how cute! If it wasn’t for how cold I felt I bet my face would be burning right now. I feel so sleepy, these damn tears just won’t stop. Nothing is agreeing to obey me.

“Y-you’re going to be o-okay, y-you have too! You’re the GREAT M-Mammon after all!”

Damn right I am, thank you for confirming that! I wish I could laugh and make you smile. I really don’t like seeing her like this, lip quivering; she’s starting to cry.

It’s getting harder to breathe now... I notice lights flying above our heads, but I can’t really hear much, nor can I speak. This is annoying... Her voice breaks me from drifting off.

She claims she’s going to save me; she doesn’t look very confident though. Hey! HEY LOOK AT ME! WHO ARE YOU LOOKING AT OTHER THEN THE GREAT MAMMON!?

I muster all the strength I can and barely touch her chin. Her face glistening with tears, with the last of everything I got I try to tell her the truth…

‘You Already Have, Thank You!’ I tried to scream to her face, and smiled. She’s such a worry wort, I’m so glad we became friends; you really are the best.

Then darkness, everything got really quiet.

“Y/N?! Whoa hey my voice is back!”

Not that it mattered, I couldn’t see anything or anyone. I also have feeling again in my body, I give myself a little shake to confirm.

“Nice! Hmm, I wonder where everyone went?” I started wondering around in the dark.

…

I don’t know how long I have been wondering, there’s literally nothing. Even my own hands are shadowed over, what a pain in the ass. Suddenly I hear voices, but I have no idea where they’re coming from.

“I pray for you brother, please forgive me for all the times I called you scum!”

That’s Levi’s voice, but where the hell is he?! It’s maddening, running in one direction I believe his voice is coming from. Only I start hearing, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie too. Surrounding me in this abyss of darkness.

“You and Lilith take good care of each other on the other side, will see you both someday”

What Beel says stops me in my tracks… What does he mean, other side? Holy shit, I’m fucken dead!?!

Another voice joins in… His voice…

Yes, my son, you are…

To Be Continued

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