#feel free to laugh if you want humor is subjective

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 12

Pure Indulgence 3

Summary: You and Cooper have stayed a couple of weeks in Goodneighbor, and as much as John wants the two of you to stay, he knows that he could never ask either of you to. It's a shame the mayor has always had a problem with falling hard and fast.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader / John Hancock x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut and drug use. It's more fluffy than anything, I think. John is sad 😔

Masterlist

You wake to the sound of hushed, husky voices. Your head throbs from the alcohol the night before, but it's manageable enough for you to crack your eyes open. The first thing you see is a scared chest, and you peek up to see that you're cuddled against John. The mayor has you tucked close, a cigarette between two fingers on his free hand, and black eyes looking at the other ghoul that sits on the edge of the bed.

"Commonwealth is a dangerous place. We've got shit you won't ever believe," John rasps over you, and you hear the familiar timber of Cooper’s voice respond seconds later.

"Ain't nothin' we can't handle. Besides. It's not like we'll be stayin' long."

You hear the change in John's heartbeat. It speeds up, and the grip he has around your shoulders tightens for a split second before relaxing again. You smell the acidic smoke that Hancock blows out his ruined nose and hear the odd tilt of his voice when he speaks up.

"Yeah, I know, Coop," John exhales heavily with another plum of smoke, "Still plan on leaving today?"

You watch Cooper shrug his shoulders and take in the expance of his scared back. There are bullet and knife woulds everywhere. You've mapped out most of them with your hands and tongue and lips. So has John.

You don't like the thought of leaving the ghoul behind, but exploration calls your name, and you know that it'd be unfair to drag the mayor away from his home. You didn't think it was possible for you to care for another like you did Cooper, but here you were.

"If she wants to. I'm just the muscle. She's the girl with the plans," Cooper rumbles, and the bed dips when he shifts to face John on the bed. He holds a canister of jet and exchanges the chem for the cigarette that the other ghoul holds. He casts his eyes down and smirks when he notices that you're awake.

"Speak of the devil," He quips and reaches out to pat your sheet covered ass, "How long've you been up?"

John shifts below you, and you gift the mayor a small smile. You shrug in answer and turn to place a chaste kiss against Hancock's chest.

"Long enough," you murmur, and John tenses under you. It's obvious that you've been listening in on their conversation. You don't like making the ghoul feel bad, but lingering any longer, and it would be all the worse.

"How'd you sleep, Sunshine?" Hancock asks, and his free hand smooths over your back to gently stroke your hair, pulling it away and out of your face. It's a forced change in subject, but you don't mind.

"Considering I'm the meat in a ghoul sandwich - pretty good," you tease with a snicker. Hancock wheezes a laugh, and Cooper rolls his eyes at you, though you still catch a fond look sent your way.

John watches the smoothskin and the other ghoul. He doesn't want them to leave. He likes having your easy amusement around and Cooper’s dry, western humor. The two of you were like taking one of his favorite grape mentats every time you rolled into Goodneighbor, and it hurt to know that you planned on leaving the Commonwealth.

The two of you belonged in his town, and Hancock could only hope that neither of you would forget about him. It sounded sad and pathetic even to his own ears, but John had always had a problem with loving a little too easily.

He licks his dry lips and forces a smile, "Let's talk serious for a second, yeah?" Usually, John wasn't down for things like this, but you? You made him feel different. He suspected it was the same thing about you that made Cooper stay around.

"You'll be careful out there. The Institute isn't just some fairy tale like you hear people whisper about in the streets. Not to mention those tin cans that still patrol around here-."

The mayor of Goodneighbor shuts up with a disgruntled huff and glares at Cooper, who had grabbed his leg and dragged him down to lay on the bed. The other ghoul glares right back, lips mulled into a mean smirk. You, having been dislodged in the sudden motion, find a comfortable seat on John's lap and grin down at him.

"Told you earlier not to be thinkin' bout that kinda stuff, John, " Cooper groused from where he lounged behind you.

"Yeah, just cause we're leaving doesn't mean we're gonna be gone forever," you say and reach out, placing your palms on his sunken cheeks and smiling down at him, "You're a part of us now, even if we're not here."

John can't help but smile back and turn his face to press a kiss to your wrist. You were right, of course, but the ghoul would still miss the two of you.

"Then how about you give me something to remember you by, Sunshine?" Hancock says, and his hands come up to land on your hips, his own rocking up and against your exposed sex. His cock drags through your folds, and the ghoul groans at the heat you put off. His fingers dig into your sides hard enough that dark marks would bloom by the evening.

Cooper watches from behind you, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips when he sees John's tip catch your opening and you slide home with a hiss. Despite his initial feelings, it's always a pleasure to watch you and the other ghoul fuck. John liked things slow and steady, something that the bounty hunter didn't have the patience for. It wasn't hard to see that the mayor had fallen quickly. Cooper couldn't blame him.

He makes himself comfortable, eyes latched to where John pistons in and out of his smoothskin, your cunt clenching around the other man's length as you dig your nails into the flesh of Hancock's shoulders. The two of you are loud and shameless, and Cooper knows that if he misses anything about the Commonwealth, it would be this.

#cooper howard #fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #cooper howard x reader #x reader #the ghoul x reader #dear hears and gentle people #john hancock x reader #hancock x reader #john hancock

[sarcastic-clapping]

already seeing people who clearly don’t understand that a lot of us who are upset about what happened to marwa in this episode aren’t upset about the characters’ in-universe morality but the real life misogyny and racism in the way that this plot was handled lol

#seeing some very smooth brained takes here #’what so you’re mad that the vampire serial killer is a bad guy that made his serial killer familiar sad??? 🙄’ #nope! #i’m mad the writers stripped a female character of color of all her agency to make her subservient to a man #who she presumably (and canonically as freddie) continued to have sex with #despite the very very yucky implications about her ability to consent #only for him to forcibly remove everything about her that makes her an individual with her own thoughts and feelings #transforming her from a woman of color into a white british man #feel free to laugh if you want humor is subjective #it just makes me deeply uncomfortable! #wwdits spoilers #wwdits #anyway it’s ok to be critical of media you like guys #i love wwdits but imo they fucked up on this plot. it was a miss for me. #EDIT: shout out to this post for helping me curate my experience on this site by acting as a fly trap for assholes to block

[short-honey-badger]

Better this Way

This one was just for fun. I've been on a roll lately so I hope everyone has been enjoying my works! Again, feel free to ask me anything. I love prompts!

This is preLuffy btw so Shanks had both arms.

Warnings: Just some more smut. drinking too. Shanks falls hard and fast.

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Your vision swam, but you weren't about to let that stop you from making it to the privy. You had to piss something awful after having another round of shots with the attractive redhead in the corner of the bar. Shanks, you would learn later, had shouted at you from his seat after watching you down drink after drink with no intention of stopping. You looked lonely, so he quickly decided that he should be the one to keep such a pretty lass company. 

The Pirate had been pleasantly surprised when a grin let up your face and his breath was knocked away in that moment. You looked radiant, with flushed cheeks and shining eyes as you sauntered to his table. He gulped and sat up straighter in his seat, and his stomach did flip flops when you sat down across from him and he could really see how your smile truly reached your eyes, the way your nose scrunched playfully at him and asked What're we havin'. Shanks was drawn in by your sunshine attitude and it made him feel warm inside just being near you. He had never felt this way before, and he vaguely wondered if there was something wrong with him.

"Anything that'll get you to stay here with me," Shanks had said and his grin had been dopey. Like a kid finding out his first crush. 

You had laughed and shouted for shots be be brought for both of them, and from there, conversation flowed as easily as water. You learned that he was a powerful pirate captain with an equally strong crew. He loved his crew and always fought for what he thought was right in the world. The more he spoke, the more you enjoyed his ideas of true freedom and being out at sea. It was refreshing to find someone so passionate about his ideals.

You told him that you were more of a drifter, content to go wherever the wind took you. You didn't like the idea of being tied down to some island so had stolen away on a ship when you were younger and hadn't looked back since. Shanks had asked if you wanted to join his crew, if only for being such a nice drinking partner, and you were careful to always change the subject back to more natural topics without answering. 

Now, hours later, You finally found yourself in the bathroom. You quickly do your business and then go to wash up. You sigh when the warm water rushes over your hands, and find yourself closing your eyes for just a second to enjoy it. You don't hear the bathroom door open and then shut with a soft click, but you certainly feel the pair of muscular arms that wrap around your waist.

"Shit!" you exclaim and jump, scared for a split second before you recognize the now familiar straw hat that Shanks wore, "You scared the hell outta me. What are you doing in here?" 

Shanks hums and proceeds to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He was well and truly drunk now and it had felt like you were taking forever in the bathroom. Without thinking, he had risen from his chair and had gone to find his perfect girl. And how could you not be in his eyes? You laughed at his shitty jokes and understood his odd sense of humor. He felt his heart stutter and skip every time you sent him even the smallest look. Shanks knows that you are the one for him. No one else had ever made him stutter and blush like some fool before.

"Coun't wait for ya out there," Shanks slurs against your skin, and his arms tighten around your waist, "Felt like you were gone forever," he noses at your neck and grins at the way you shiver at his touch. Oh, he liked that. 

You giggle at his whiney tone and lean back into his chest. He was like a personal furnace, "It's naughty to sneak into the women's bathroom, ya know," You admonish with a teasing grin, but Shanks just shrugs his lean shoulders and tightens his grip on you. 

"Then let's get outta here. Just you and me," The captain urges. You turn in his arms to look up at him and admire how relaxed and carefree this man is. Sure the two of you had done some heavy flirting through the night, but this wasn't something you had thought would come up. Now that either of you would complain.

"Let's go then. I've got a place at the hotel down the road," You agree and Shanks lights up like a kid on his birthday. He is kissing you before you blink, lips hungry for your own at his groans into the kiss. From there, it becomes a drunken stumble out of the bar and to the hotel down the street. The Red-Haired Pirates see their captain leave and let loose a couple of drunken catcalls to his delight before the two of you slip out the exit.

Shanks has you pinned to the bed the second that the door is locked. He needs to keep kissing you or it feels like his chest would combust. He needed to feel you, all of you, open for him. You gladly surrender to his onslaught, moaning with reckless abandon when the pirate's tongue fills your mouth just right. He pulls away with a stuttered moan of your name, and when you catch sight of his face, the man is frantic with need.

"Lemme suck your cock, Captain," You demand and Shanks makes a broken sound in the back of his throat. He grabs the waistband of his pants and shoves them down and off with ease before rolling to his back. You settle between his legs, licking your lips as you admire the length in front of you. Shanks was not a small man whatsoever. You actually wondered how much of his dick you were going to be able to fit in your mouth. 

"Not scared are ya, Baby?' Shanks teases and grips his cock. The head is red and swollen and he nudges it against your soft lips, "You were the one who wanted to suck my cock."

Your cheeks burn at the insinuation that you couldn't take him. You show him how wrong he is by opening your mouth and taking him almost all the way down. You breathe harshly through your nose and clench your eyes against the sudden burn in your throat. 

"Fuck!" Shanks snarls and bucks his hips. You gag around him but refuse to move away. You take a second to adjust and then bob your head, swallowing him down with a whine. Precum and drool leak from your lips and the blowjob turns fast and sloppy. Neither of you are sober or patient enough to take your time right now. However, if Shanks has it his way, he'll have all the time in the world to worship you. 

The pirate shoves you off his dick just before he comes, gripping the base of his dick tightly to prevent himself from actually erupting like a preteen. You drop beside him with a content sigh and Shanks follows once he has himself under control. 

"My turn," He says, and then his mouth is exactly where you want him. He licks your end to end, tongue flattening over your cunt to gather up your slick and lap it into his mouth. Were you really that wet from just sucking him off? The thought had his moaning against your pussy and drinking straight from the source, lips smacking in obscene noises as he positions two fingers at your entrance.

Shanks shoves them knuckle deep at the same time he sucks your clit into his mouth. He pistons his hand, fingers scissoring to get you to loosen up for him. His tongue flicks your clit just right and your hands find his hair, gripping the strands tightly as you rut against his face. The captain pets your twitching walls through your first orgasm of the night and then pulls away. He makes a show of licking his lips as he grins down at you, "Could have eaten you for hours if I didn't want my cock in you so bad, Baby." 

You twitch your hips up, hissing when the head of his dick catches on your clit, "What are ya waiting for then?" You ask and Shanks falls to leave a lingering kiss on your lips with a chuckle.

"Impatient, girl," He rumbles and then kisses you again. His lips muffle the whine you make when he suddenly sinks into you, stretching your cunt far more than his two fingers had. Shanks gives you half a second before his own impatience runs thin and he begins to thrust. 

Your breath is knocked out of your lungs and you are left to hold on to the redhead's shoulders for dear life as he fucks you. There was no other word to use with how Shanks grips your hips and tilts them just right to have him rutting against your sweet spot. He ruts into you like it is the last day in this world, and you know then that you will never forget this man for however long you live. 

"Feel so good around me, Sweetheart," He pants out and rises so that he can watch you wither on his cock. One hand stays at your hip while the other smooths your hair away from your face, "So lucky to have found you," he continues and grits his teeth when you tighten around him. His hips stutter and he loses his rhythm for a second, "Gonna come soon."

"On my knees," You whine when his pace begins to falter again. You didn't want this to stop yet. 

Shanks reluctantly pulls out of you and you roll to your knees. Your face is buried in the sheets and Shanks grins at the view he has of your leaking cunt and jiggling ass, "This is nice too," he comments and then enters you with a sigh, sinking in even more in this position. He drapes over your back, pushing your hair aside so that he can pepper the sensitive skin of your back and neck with kisses and love bites. He desperately wants to sink his teeth in and never let go. 

You push your hips back to meet his thrust, needing more of him. He massages your hips as he fucks you from the back, "That's it, Baby. Just a little more," He pants out and then slips an arm under your leg. His fingers find your clit and you keen in pleasure at the unexpected touch, "Come on, Cream on my cock," The way he says your name has you coming with a cry and Shanks follows right after. 

He pulls out and paints your back with his spend. The hand on your hip grips to the point of pain, but you don't mind. Carefully, you lower your legs and hips to the bed, wincing a bit at the soreness there. 

Shanks doesn't go far, simply finding the edge of the sheet and cleaning the two of you up with messy strokes. Both of you are still sticky when he falls to the bed beside you, but neither could care. He curls close, throwing an arm around your waist and tugging you close to snuggle against his chest, "What you again later, "He slurs lowly and you giggle and nod, already half asleep in his hold.

The pirate would wake you twice more than night, whispering sweet nothing as he took you again, slow and sleepy. However, it would be you who woke first in the morning. 

Thankfully, Shanks still snoozed away and you took this time to memorize his beautiful face. This man could probably give you everything you could ever want, but you just couldn't tie yourself that close to someone. You were a drifter, just like you had told him at the bar, but guilt still ate at you as you slowly shimmied out of bed and dressed. You tear a blank page from your handy dandy notebook and write a quick note that is left on the nightstand along with the key to your room. You take one last look at his sleeping form as you grip the handle before turning away for the last time. This was for the best, after all. 

The sun would be high in the sky and you would be long gone by the time Shanks woke up. He blindly reached for you and frowned when his hand met the cold bed. His eyes crack open and Shanks quickly sits up when he realizes that he is all alone. His chest aches at the knowledge that you left without even waking him and he falls off the bed to rip the room apart as if that would make you reappear.

He spots the note and key as she blankets settle and dives for it, clenching it tight in his fist as he reads it.

Shanks, I'm sorry for leaving without a goodbye. It's better this way. If the seas are kind, then maybe we will meet again.

It is signed with your name and even a tiny broken heart that you had doodled last second. Shanks sits heavily on the bed, head bowed as he thinks. Soon enough, he stands and dresses swiftly. Your note gets tucked into the lining of his hat for safekeeping as he runs for the ship. Like hell would he wait for seas to bring you back to him? You couldn't have gotten very far in a couple of hours, so if he hurried, Shanks could find you himself. 

#fanfic #one piece #reader insert #smut #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you

[anyaeras]

A twisted love story || W.Maximoff (Part One)

Pairing || Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary || Wanda falls in love with Starks intern, who due to their past is very bright and soon becomes an avenger, growing closer with Wanda during their time together. Wanda would like to keep them close

Warnings || long ,, fluff ,, angst ,, child testing ,, memory loss ,, nightmares ,, slightly possessive Wanda ,, leading to dark!wanda

Master list

Part 2 (coming soon)

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New York was the city that made dreams come true, it was the city that never slept and it was the Big Apple, it was even home to many of the worlds greatest heroes the avengers.

Y/n was young and the very bright person they worked extremely hard to get closer to their dreams, moving to New York City wasn't easy for the young adult they left a lot of their family behind and lost a lot of support, yet after awhile, and many long, tedious hours they were able to get into a stark internship while it was a little confusing, there wasn't much information on what they were really looking for, and it honestly it seemed a little out of the ordinary. It wasn't a hard job if you think about it, now you didn't get paid but you got the experience, three days a week you attended the avengers tower from 2pm to 5pm.

They had been going to the office on this schedule for a while now, and Wanda Maximoff had it marked down in her calendar, it seemed whenever y/n was in the building, so was she.

Y/n was in the office running around with stacks of boxes, trying to get to where they needed to be as Wanda watched from a distance, leaning up against the desk, not too far from y/n's traveling path. Wanda perked up when she noticed The internal starting to stumble boxes, slowly slipping away, as they try to compose their balance, the witch was quick to hop in using her powers to hold the boxes in an upright position, red wisps floated in front of the young adults face, which allowed them to regain their balance, y/n began coming down from the shock of nearly falling, before observing how the boxes were afloat.

"Falling for me hmm?" Wanda joked as she slowly set the box's down into y/n's arms correctly, as you laughed softly at the scarlet witch's statement while feeling embarrassed for yourself, what caught you off? Guard was the scarlet witch, who is feared by so many yet in this moments, she seemed so kind. y/n saw her sweet and pleasantly warming, now Wanda, on the other hand, saw this is an opportunity.

"Hey, if you ever need some help around here, I know dealing with everyone around here can be a pain, feel free to ask for me or my assistant" Wanda stated with a soft yet very fake innocent smile her words were coated in a dimmed Sokovian accent, after the quick interaction, Wanda had left allowing y/n to continue their work, slipping into the elevator to go back to the avengers only section of the tower, yet along the way, Wanda bumped into a fiery redhead.

"Is stark's intern your new little play thing?" The Russian asked in a humorous way, almost laughing at the Sokovian, yet the scarlet witch only gave a small huff in an "as if" sort away as a reply.

"I don't want them Natasha" I want to lied even with a knowledge, Natasha, being a well trained widow, who could definitely see through the lie, but either way, the subject was dropped for the moment, well until it wasn't...

Meanwhile y/n was running around moving boxes and sorting out stuff inside some of the labs, at one point they found themselves working with some scrap parts that were laying around just for fun, yet those few minutes of free time seem to get away from them. They were pulled away from the project by the sound of the big boss man, stark.

"a little late for you to be hanging around" Tony said in the question like manner, looking down at his naked wrist, as if he had a watch on to prove his Point.

"Oh sorry I totally lost track of time, I didn't even realize I was off the clock" y/n quickly responded justifying their actions. The older man didn't seem to care too much. He came over, peering at what you had put together in your time in the honestly extremely outdated lab.

"so it seems like you've been working. That's good I don't pay bright minds for nothin" stark laughed at his own comment, y/n had thought about mentioning that they are an unpaid intern that HE had hired, but y/n just brushed it off y/n went on plugging in the small robotic looking box they had made in your now not so free time, Tony watched curiously from behind y/n, as they begin to connect the small box to a computer nearby opening up a few different software's until they found the correct one, moving over to stand off to the side, allowing the avenger behind them take a look at the device, y/n started to explain the device was a traveling AI. It could fit the needs of the carrier at any moment.Might they need a nurse or a genius war strategist, at this point if this box got a physical body, it could become its own superhero, and be a great weapon. The explanation managed to render Tony speechless.

"You had no plans or prior research building this?" He asked almost speaking to himself as he questioned getting only a negative response from the intern in front of him

"And you've never made this before?" He asked again getting the same response.

"Come with me" the broad statement from Iron Man caused y/n not to move, thinking about what he just said over in their mind, taking it an entirely different way.

"Not to my damn bed. I got a wife and pepper honestly isn't one for a threesome, well, at least I don't think?" He question himself before shaking it off.

"Anyway follow me newbie" this time y/n got up following Tony throughout the avengers tower and pushing through a set of glass doors into a very nice office.

"Furry. This is the one we're gonna keep it." Was all that Tony said to the one, and only Nick fury who gave a raised eyebrow as a reply back to the avenger. Y/n made eye contact with the man across the desk momentarily before breaking the contact looking back at Stark in pure confusion.

"Why?" the question was about you yeah, it wasn't directly for you to reply to.

"Their a genius, much brighter than banner, skilled in medical as well and war strategy I think they would be a great asset" Tony said in a matter-of-factly manner leaving y/n with a

Proud feeling in their chest.

Nick finally turned his full attention to y/n aiming a question.

"Where are you from, and do you know what you got yourself into?" Y/n didn't fully understand exactly what was asked yet they spit out a nervous reply.

"I'm from the Midwest, now living alone in the city, I wanna go back to school, oh and about the last thing I feel like I'm going to find out." Y/n replied keeping their past to themself on purpose while also trying to sound confident in their reply. They gained a small smirk from furry which the stamens "show them around the tower" was also received; and like that y/n was being pulled away into an elevator going to the locked section of the tower, the doors of the elevator opened in the center of a elegant kitchen and if you looked over to the right a rather large and gorgeous living room.

The two women who were still having a conversation at the kitchen island, both looked up moving to see who came threw the elevator doors.

"I picked the newbie, if one of you can show them around that'll be great I'm busy" Tony said quickly before wondering off into the large area, leaving you with the two women, which the dark red headed widow had chosen to also excuse herself, leaving y/n once more with Wanda Maximoff.

"Looks like you're stuck with me" the witch laughed while y/n face lost color, they didn't want wanda to think they didn't wanna be shown around by her, they thought Wanda was 'pretty cool'

Wanda prompt you to follow her through the large hallways of the tower, while all the doors looked the same y/n was sure they would find themself getting lost around here.

Wanda opened one of the many doors on the right side, moving off to the side allowing you to move inside the large suite.

"My room is right next door if you need anything and I mean anything feel free to come find me Дорогой, oh and I'm sure Tony will have your important belongings here shortly" wanda told them, before leaving y/n to settle in for a few moments.

While looking around y/n must've gotten distracted, like always losing track of time as next thing they know, their door was reviving a harsh knock, which followed by multiple agents bringing in some box's holding items clearly from y/n's now old crummy apartment, no words were exchanged as the group of agents left the box's and went on with their day.

Y/n began to take things out, placing them around the room as everything felt so fast, they were meant to just try and get a start, not become a part of this team of heroes, that's no all, they live with some of the coolest people know, like the girl who's room was only one door over...

Items now sat on selves, the bed was changed to their old bedding, it made the suite feel much more home like. Finally getting through all the box's of clothes, y/n was able to change into more comfortable clothing having no plans to leave the room, honestly they weren't to sure where to go if they did leave.

Y/n was sat on the very large bed, with their laptop pulled up trying to figure out the wifi password.

"It's 'Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist' the password" a witch said from the doorframe. Causing y/n to jump from sudden sound of her voice.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" wanda apologized welcoming herself into their room, not like y/n really minded.

"Here let me see" wanda typed in the long narcissistic password password into y/n's laptop, causing it to go back into their Netflix showing the continue watching page which the witch didn't miss picking up on all the roma-coms they had been watching.

"You like sitcoms?" Wanda asked relating it back to herself

"Yeah they make life seem so much better" y/n explained as Wanda knew completely what they meant.

"You know, sitcoms are my favorite, I grew up with them" the witch recalled fondly of the past, before the bad came into her life.

"Actually I came here to invite you to team movie night, we have a movie and team bounding night every week, and as you are now apart of this teen we want you to join us?" Y/n agreed to come to the movie night. Standing up wearing only comfy clothes, which hugged their body so nicely causing Wanda to struggle as she was trying not to stare.

Wanda who was in a tang and grey sweat pants lead y/n back to the large living space they had saw earlier, yet this time multiple other avengers where sat on the multiple sofas in the area, Wanda sat down on a loveseat which was off to the side, yet still had a good view of the large television, using her arms to motion for y/n to come sit with her on the seat, as by this point wanda would be who they were most comfortable with, as they have shared moments and multiple conversations.

"My pick!" Peter had said, yet he'd been wanting to see a new horror movie, giving no one any heads up, just pulling up the movie and clicking play, to which y/n would soon find out, they were going to regret coming to 'team bounding'

Y/n tried to play it off like they were so strong, trying to no show they were completely terrified of the movie, while Wanda wasn't even trying to listen but y/n's thoughts were loud, as well as their body language, at any jump-scare y/n would flinch, the Scarlet witch didn't pay much mind leaning over to the other side of the shared loveseat pulling y/n into her side, providing some comfort, as well as embarrassing the young newbie, the black widow shot y/n a small smirk, soon moving to give Wanda an 'i told you so' kind of look.

The witch ignored the widow, focusing on calming y/n down, yet nothing seemed to work, she took a mental note that horror movies may not be aloud for a while at team movie night before quietly taking y/n's arm, gaining their attention before motioning for them to come with her, leaving the team to their movie, as they payed no mind to the two of them leaving.

"We could've stayed, the movie wasn't that bad" y/n said trying to act nonchalantly about it, knowing Wanda pulled them away due to their reaction to the film.

"No. Come let's go to my room" wanda left no room for argument, she was already protective over the new member, feeling a pull towards them. Well not like this attraction was new, not to Wanda at least, but it was just beginning for y/n.

Wanda opened up her rooms door, and it looked nothing like yours, much more settled in, the red accents inside the room reflected her personality much more than your bland room reflected yours, she went straight to the bed, motioning for you to join her on the other side, sitting crisscross on the bed, reaching for the remote before putting on one of her favorite sitcoms, which you both found much more enjoyable than the horror movie out in the living room.

"Sorry about movie night, I didn't mean to ruin the team bounding" y/n stated once more still feeling bad for pulling Wanda away from her team.

"Y/n it's okay, I'd much rather watch sitcoms and I enjoy watching them with you" She replied reaching to pull y/n into her side, wrapping her arms around the new team member enjoying the shenanigans of the show.

"Thank you" y/n mumbled out, slowly getting more comfortable with the women, which the acknowledgment made Wanda smile softly to herself, as she could feel y/n began to drift off.

The witch didn't move allowing y/n to rest after a very long day, it was like their life changed, and even thought the witch didn't know much about y/n she felt so attached to them.

Eventually wanda fell asleep to the show still playing and y/n still lying on her side, an arm was wrapped around them for the time being.

Wanda woke up around two in the morning, due to movement in the bed, after a moment of regaining full consciousness, she realized it was y/n who was thrashing around in the bed, clearly in distress.

"Y/n, y/n honey wake up" wanda tried softly shaking y/n trying to pull them out of their dream without causing them to panic to much, yet nothing seemed to be working, Wanda was trying not to panic herself, ended up using her powers seeing inside she was prepared to see the horror movie from that night, yet was met with much worse, Wanda was able to pull y/n from their nightmare, y/n jumped up with a jolt, clearly still in a panic.

"Y/n, y/n it's Wanda? You're at the tower. You're safe" the witch kept repeating, trying to ignore what she saw until you were calm.

"I-I'm sorry..."

"No, don't be y/n we all have bad dreams...would you like to talk about it?" Wanda kept her words in a hush tone, not wanting to be too loud at the late hour of the night, well more so early hour of the morning.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, I just get nightmares sometimes, and I know it's silly" y/n explain yet the other women just shook her head.

"I get nightmares, and so do many of the other avengers, it's not silly, it's just how your brain works when it's meant to be turned off" she explained to y/n trying to still comprehend what the dream was about.

"Y/n, i do have to ask though, do you remember what the dream was about? Because I couldn't wake you, not without my powers at least" the explanation would force y/n to recall what they saw only a few moments ago, flashbacks of their life, the truth about them, why they were so smart, why they seemed to be doing alright for themself even with such drastic changes in life.

"It was about my parents, well the people I lived with...see I was adopted at a young age as far as I'm aware, I don't know much about my past, I can't remember any of it, but i became the child of two scientists, I was their ginny pig, the test subject, I never went to a public school, the women homeschooled me, while the man watched how my brain was changing every hour of the day. It wasn't all bad, on my birthday they would always make me a cake and we would spend time like a family, but the next day it was back to the test, and all the labs, it was becoming to much, I was beginning to react poorly to their test, and one day I snapped I never learned how to fight but I did, I fought like hell to get away from that cabin up in the north, and it took a lot of time for me to get here...now here I am" y/n ranted out to Wanda, who was sat a little flabbergasted, while also she was livid, not at y/n but at the people who made their life so hard for so long...how could you do that to a kid.

"I'm sorry, please I can go that was a lot" y/n panicked now when the witch didn't give a reply, yet wanda was quick to hush them, pulling them into her arms letting them relax, and for once feel safe.

"Y/n as long as you're here, you'll be safe, This team, and me alone wouldn't let any one hurt you..ever." Wanda whispered into y/n's ear, her fingers ran through their hair, softly soothing them, prompting them back to sleep, still in the women's strong hold.

Waking up the next morning y/n was still passed out, sleeping soundly on the left side of the bed, Wanda got up to go get some coffee, making her way to the kitchen, she was met with the one and only russian red head. The black widow, with her signature smirk

"I'm pretty sure this is when I say...what is that saying? I told you so." Natasha poked fun at the witch, who clearly wanted more than just a friendship with the newbie, more than even romantics Wanda wanted y/n as hers, and hers only, she would protect y/n, and no harm would ever reach the newbie again....

"Wanda?" Y/n mumbled coming out of the witches bedroom, in the early hours of the morning

"Out in the kitchen" wanda called back, soon being met with a sleepy y/n, their hair messy, as they came over clinging to the witch, who by this point she couldn't even deny y/n to the other team members, they two of them became a thing rather quickly, the two of them had so much potential, getting out of this town, Wanda could make y/n a great spouse, they could have kids, the ideas bagan to flow in Wanda's mind, hoping she could fill y/n's head with the same thoughts.

that's not the end of this twisted love story thought? Is it?

#lgbtqia #marvel #marvel mcu #writing #fanfic #marvel edits #marvel fic #lizzie x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #wanda maximilf #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #a twisted love story #anyaeras #the scarlet witch #fluff #angst

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Crime Wave: David Hale x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators bennykk kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti

David Hale wants to court you.

It surprises you because up until now the men in your life have been interested in one thing and one only and that’s fucking you.

When he calls you that night, you fully expect it to be a booty call. It’s past ten pm and you’re curled up in your arm chair, listening to the sounds of the 70s, 80s,and 90s over the radio as you sketch out a scene from the café on Main Steet earlier today. It’s nothing special, just a flower that you saw in a glass of water but you haven’t been able to get it out of your head so you’re committing it to paper. That’s usually how your art comes to you, you see something in the wild that sticks in your brain and you can’t let it go, not until you’ve drawn it.

Usually it’s people. You have entire sketchbooks dedicated to folks you don’t know the names of because you’re fascinated by their posture and facial expressions. It’s the reason you decided to draw David this morning.

When you met it had seemed like he carried the weight of the world up on his shoulders but in that moment, asleep in your bed, he’d seemed relaxed, free. You’d wanted to capture that. You didn’t intend to give the picture away and the phone number had been a last minute addition, hastily scrawled as he was heading out the door.

The truth is you never expected him to call.

“Don’t tell me it took you this long to find my number.” You tease after he greets you.

He laughs and that sound, you don’t realise how much you’ve missed it during the twelve hours you’ve been apart.

“It’s been a busy night.” He tells you as he sits at his desk, reviewing the arrest reports. “It’s been hard to find a moment between throwing the regulars in the drunk tank and arresting delinquents for drawing dicks on other people’s property. It seems you’ve started a trend, one that’s going viral.”

“You’re kidding right?” You say, tapping your pencil on the surface of your sketchpad and you can envision him shaking his head with that amused expression of his as he surveys the evidence.

“I wish I was.” He tells you and you hear the chair creak as he leans back in it. “Cars, mailboxes, shop windows. You’ve inspired a crime wave.”

“Honestly David, I’m so fucking embarrassed.” You say as you press your fingertips to your lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

“This is dinner and a movie at least.” He tells you with a humorous lilt to his voice. “I can give you a tour of your handiwork afterwards, we can rate them, biggest to smallest, most anatomically accurate…”

You can’t help but laugh and on the opposite end of the line David feels something blossoming in his chest.

“I actually took some pictures for evidentiary purposes if you’d like a preview.” He tells you as he scrolls through his phone. “I thought I’d ask as I’m against sending unsolicited dick pics to women I’ve just met.”

“That implies you’ve sent some to women you do know in the past.” You tease and you swear you can feel the blush creeping across his cheeks as he clears his throat.

“I can neither confirm or deny…”

“Some would consider it a form of art.” You say as you survey the images he’s just sent you. There’s some real creativity going on in these pictures, you’ve never seen such a variation of cocks. You wonder if you should be putting together some sort of art installation.

“Like your life modelling?” He prompts and you tune back into the conversation.

“Does that bother you?” You ask him. “That other people see me naked on a regular basis?”

It’s been a source of contention with most of your previous partners. They don’t understand that life modelling isn’t about sex, it’s about the art form, about providing a subject for students to learn from, to develop. It’s not a job for just anybody, you have to be comfortable with yourself, sociable enough to put the artists at ease especially in the beginning stages of their journey.

“No.” He says and you can tell he means it. “You have a beautiful body.”

It’s your turn to blush.

“Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask him and he hesitates.

“Yes.” He says finally. “But I think we should wait for that dinner and a movie.”

You read between the lines.

I want to fuck you, but I want to date you too.

“Tomorrow night.” You say as you scroll through your phone searching for the movie listings. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

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A Match Beyond Measure Pt 1

(Name may be subject to change)

She felt quite conflicted about this whole thing, not really sure what emotion to listen to. There was that uneasiness, maybe even annoyance still at her co-workers for putting her in this situation. They had practically forced her into this after months of: you should really get out there and test the waters, aren’t you tired of being single? You can’t stay alone forever. Actually, that had sort of been her plan. What was so wrong with wanting to not necessarily stay alone forever but stick to what she had? She already had a few friends, a few acquaintances, and someone that could even classify as a best friend; why change that? She had laid down her roots and didn’t see any reason to add a new plant to the garden. 

Then, there was that part of her that felt the opposite. A small yet loud part of her that was excited, curious to see what could happen. It might have been biological, wasn’t that what much of love was? The biological need for a partner? She didn’t have much personal experience to go off of so she wasn’t sure. For whatever reason it may be, there was a small sense of elation when her work friend Maggie had told her that she and the other gals had put her information into a dating app and they had already found someone for her to chat with. 

To be frank, Cecilia had been a bit annoyed. Why did they feel the need to tamper with her personal life? It had no impact on them outside of the cafe. Though she still humored them and showed her the app, the profile they had made for her, and a guy they had hit up. 

“Seems like you could use a guy like him” one of them had joked. Cecilia had forced a laugh of uneasiness after seeing his profile. She couldn’t lie and say her heart didn’t feel warmer when looking at his picture. His head was rather square, topped with black hair that stuck up in odd places, with a large nose. He had a confident and elated look on his face that did intimidate her slightly. 

Garret was his name, and he described himself as a free-spirited, open-minded person with a good eye for good food. She had realized what her friend had meant, because if Cecilia were to describe herself, free spirited would not be a term that’d come to mind, and she wasn’t sure she really needed that in her life. Her friends had clearly bought into the idea that opposites attract, which logically made no sense at all when humans are genetically more drawn to those who are similar to them, but whatever.  

After some peer pressure, she sent him a message (the girls had already started messaging him and telling him that they had made this account for their friend). She had introduced herself and so did he. Days went by and she continued to chat with him. At first, she wasn’t all that determined or interested, even though her co-workers kept nagging her about it. She didn’t want to upset them, so she motivated herself by creating a mental catalog about this guy for her to fill out. This prompted her to chat by asking questions to fill in those blanks. She learned he worked in construction and had apparently sought out that job to lose weight and get in better shape which she could respect, money and health, killing two birds with one stone. Like he had said in his profile, he was quite the foodie. When she’d asked for his favorite food he couldn’t decide but offered a few answers and was also able to recall which restaurants prepared it best, most of which Cecilia had never heard of or been to.  

The more she learned about him, the more interested in him she actually became. So much so that when he suggested they finally meet in person after about a month of chatting, she agreed. 

Now here she was, watching the minutes tick by as she finished her shift. Everyone else had left and all there was really left to do was to close up the cafe. Garret had agreed to meet her outside after 8 and then they would decide on a place to go and pick up some food.  

Cecilia found herself cleaning the same spot on the counter several times as her mind became distracted by all sorts of thoughts and worries. She had never really been on an actual date, there was one time she’d gotten donuts with a guy in middle school, but that hardly counted at that age. How was she supposed to act? They already knew each other so maybe she should just act like this isn’t the first time they’ve met, or would that be rude? Honestly, why had she thought it a good idea to have to show up in her work uniform? That can’t be normal for a first- 

Every thought in her mind came to a halt when the ground beneath her feet quivered. Cecilia froze, listening. She gasped when it came again, only harsher, as if whatever was causing it was getting closer. 

She shook her head, stop getting so worked up, it’s not like it’s coming over- 

There was a rumbling thud as the ground continued to rhythmically shake, harsh enough to cause items on the shelves and countertops to bounce. Cecilia whimpered, ducking down behind the counter. She winced and pressed herself up against the cabinets as the floor continued to tremble and she could hear the booming footfalls. 

Her heart pounded loudly in her ear as she fumbled for her phone. Had Rebecca said there was a giant customer coming to pick up an order and she had just forgotten? Surely she would have stayed behind longer if that were the case. Rebecca was one of the few of her co-workers that tended to there…. Larger guests. That woman had nerves of steel, Cecilia couldn’t help but look up to her sometimes. She couldn’t believe how calm and collected she was around them. She had told her once that there was nothing to be afraid of, that they were harmless. Bullshit. What wasn’t there to be afraid of? Massive, loud, and unpredictable. One of those things alone could set Cecilia off, but all three together?! And not to mention how destructive they could be?! There was plenty to be afraid of. 

She let out a shriek as the footfalls became so violent, they were making her vibrate with the ground. Opening up her contacts, she dialed Rebecca and held the phone up to her ear praying she’d answer.  

Suddenly, all became still. The only sound remaining was the humming of her phone. Cecilia gulped before ever so slowly rising from her seat to peek over the counter. Her eyes widened. Planted right outside the front doors was a pair of enormous shoes. In an instance she ducked back down behind the counter, her heart racing. It’s right outside, oh God. What if it breaks down the door? What if it rips off the roof?! What if- 

“Hello? Cece?” A brief wave of relief washed over her as she heard Rebecca’s voice.  

“H-hey uh-” 

“Are you alright? You sound a bit shaken” 

“I’m uh, I was wondering if you might have forgotten to tell me if one of… your customers was picking up an order?” 

There was a pause on the other end, “I don’t remember there being any orders scheduled for after 5. Why do you ask? Did you get a call from someone?” 

Cecilia forced out a weak laugh, “Ah no, but uh-” before she could finish, her phone beeped indicating someone else was calling her. She looked down and saw it was Garret. Oh no. “I’ll call you back Becky” she hung up on her co-worker and answered the other line. 

“Hey Cecilia!” Garret’s deep and cheerful voice met her ears.

“Uh hi” she mumbled, her mind reeling on what to say. 

“I was just calling to see where you are, you still working?” 

“I uh- kind of” she answered lamely, her eyes shifting towards the door. 

“Oh okay, Well I’ll be right where you said to meet waiting” 

“Alright that sounds-” Cecilia froze, replaying his words in her head, “Wait, you’re where?” 

There was a chuckle from the other line, “I’m right where we agreed to meet.” 

 Was he standing out there with that giant? Waiting for her to come out? “You’re… outside the cafe?”  

“Yeah, I’m right outside that human cafe.”  

Her blood ran cold. Why did he phrase it that way? Her eyes shifted towards the door before quickly snapping back to the floor, no no, it’s nothing, “Why don’t you come in and wait inside while I finish up?” 

Another laugh, “Good one.” 

She gulped, “What do you mean?” 

“Oh, did you want me to head into the cafe across the street? Sorry, I thought you were making a joke.” 

Cecilia shook her head, there’s no way, it just couldn’t be, “No I meant the Cafe closest to you”  

Her heart dropped as Garret laughed again, “Okay, now I know you’re joking. Like I’d fit in there.” Cecilia’s mouth dropped, the hand holding her phone shook, “Hey, everything okay? You sound a little worried.”  

She stared wide-eyed across the room. There must have been some kind of mistake, this couldn’t be happening! 

#g/t #g/t writing #male giant #gianttiny

[southern-fried-simpin]

Doctor-Patient Confidentiality | BTAA!Scarecrow x fem!reader

A/N: Hey y’all look I’m writing again lol

Warning(s): Implied doctor-patient relationship kinda thing, floof with some suggestive stuff, mentions of implied abusive relationship, therapy stuff, unethical practices technically, this might be a little cheesy 😅

Should you really be wearing a new dress and heels that you bought for “no reason” just to see your doctor? No, probably not. However, he probably shouldn’t be recommending you other doctors “in case you feel like you need a second opinion on…anything” either.

To anyone else, it would sound like he found that you were in need of some sort of specialized treatment he couldn’t provide, however that couldn’t be any farther from the truth. The truth was that Jonathan had slowly taken a liking to you, and unfortunately, you had taken a liking to him too.

When you first started seeing him, you had the run-of-the-mill doctor-patient relationship: he was there to provide counseling and you were his patient. Jonathan was…looser though. More relaxed than other therapists you’d had before. He made you feel comfortable, even when talking about the hard stuff. He made you laugh. He made you smile. He even made you blush sometimes. That isn’t to say he ever said anything lewd, he just gave you a compliment here and there in the beginning.

“Well, don’t you look nice! Doing something fun later?”

Then the compliments became more frequent and more…audacious.

“Ooh, cute little number ya got on! Did you wear that just for little old me?”

You hadn’t that day, but you had started getting dressed up for him after that.

And now here you were: sitting in the lobby reading your book and eagerly waiting for Jonathan to come out and usher you in.

“Good morning, Miss y/n,” you looked up at the sound of his voice as he stood in the doorway grinning, “ready for our session?”

You nodded before standing, at which point his eyes widened for just a split second before they returned back to normal.

Once inside the office, you sat down on the couch while he sat in the matching chair opposite you, pen and clipboard in hand.

“Now I believe last session…” he flipped through some of his notes,”…we ended with your fear of romantic relationships…” Jonathan looked up at you with a warm yet sly smile on his face. “Would you like to pick up from there?”

“Sounds good to me.” You smiled back, watching as he clicked his pen. As happy as you were to see him, you remembered that you were also here to deal with any obstacles that held you back.

Oddly enough, one such obstacle was the subject of romantic relationships with others.

And you were discussing it with your therapist that you had a crush on. God really does have a sick sense of humor, doesn’t he?

“Now you said something last time about not wanting to…’share’ yourself with someone?”

“Share pieces of myself…”, you said quietly.

“Because in your last relationship, you were with someone who wasn’t treating you as an equal, is that right?”

“No he- well it’s not that I wasn’t his equal, it’s that he um…” you struggled to find the words. Meanwhile, Jonathan sat patiently waiting for you to figure out what you were trying to say.

“May I say something here?” His voice broke the silence between you two.

“Sure.”

“You said this person treated you as an equal…” he raised a brow at you, “…yet they didn’t allow you to have the same right they had to things like privacy, free time, ability to make choices…right?” He looked at you knowingly. It was a question you knew the answer to already.

“Right…” you sighed.

Jonathan set aside his clipboard and readjusted himself in his chair before speaking. He leaned in closer towards you.

“So let’s say for example’s sake…” He looked up in thought for a moment then snapped his fingers. “Let’s say you and I are dating…” A toothy smile.

“So let’s say we’re a happy little couple and we’ve been a happy little couple for awhile because we looove each other and we wanna be together forever…” The sentence is punctuated with a sugary sweet tone made to make you laugh, and it did. “So we have a healthy relationship,” he continued, “where, yes, you do share pieces of yourself with me, but I also share pieces of myself with you. We don’t share ourselves just hoping the other will reciprocate, we share because we’re comfortable, because we want to. Are you following?”

“Yes.” You said with an unwittingly dreamy tone to your voice.

Jonathan smiled softly. An oddly warm gesture that differed from his usual calculated yet charismatic demeanor.

“Okay, so in sharing ourselves, we share respect for each other; we communicate, we set boundaries, we build trust. If there’s a problem, we talk about it. I don’t hack into your phone to look at your private messages, I ask you if I have done anything to make you feel like I’m mad at you or neglecting your needs. The same goes for you.” His eyes traveled down to your lap, where your hands were neatly folded, as he carefully took hold of them before looking at you again.

“That’s what a healthy relationship, where two people are equals, is. Does that make sense?”

You nodded and smiled, again dreamily.

“Okay and does that sound anything like your past relationship?”

With a smile still on your face, you shook your head and began to slowly lean in towards him. At this point he had turned slightly to gather some things, you weren’t sure what and didn’t care, honestly. Nonetheless, he kept talking.

“Exactly, and you deserve to have th-“

He fell silent when he turned back to you and noticed your face, now only inches from his. Jonathan looked a bit nervous all of the sudden, his ears and cheeks flushed slightly as he stared at you quietly. He was stuck there, eyes flitting from your eyes then to your lips and back again. The air of haughtiness and charisma he usually had about himself had disappeared.

Or maybe it had just moved in your direction.

As you leaned in closer to Jonathan, he shifted backwards slightly in his chair, a movement so minuscule that you didn’t notice despite your eyes being on him.

Then finally, your lips met his. His heart raced and was beating so loud that you could hear it.

Yet somehow it felt like you were both floating. Time and space didn’t exist

He broke the kiss rather abruptly, and cleared his throat.

“Ah…hm…um…” he blinked rapidly and tapped his fingers on the arm rest.

Oh no. Oh nononononono. You made him uncomfortable.

You watched him expectantly, prepared for the worst and cringing at your impulsivity.

“I think you’ve made a great deal of progress here, however I’m not sure if I can treat you any further…”

There it is, and here it comes to hit you head on.

“The issues you’re facing are…outside of my field of expertise I’m afraid, but uh…” Jonathan quickly took a business card and scribbled something on it. “Why don’t you make an appointment with a colleague of mine, hm?” You nodded with a solemn smile.

He stood up, and smiled somewhat awkwardly at you. You carefully followed suit, the pit in your stomach almost felt so heavy that you would fall right back into the chair if you stood up too fast.

After walking you to the door, he cleared his throat again.

“Oh and uh…,” he swallowed. “If you’d like, I can tell you about more options available over dinner on Saturday?” He gave you a smug grin.

Now there was the Jon you knew.

You grinned back at him before speaking.

“I’d love that, actually…do you maybe want to see that new slasher film afterwards?”

“Holy f- I mean, yes absolutely!”

With that you said your goodbyes to each other and left, giggling on your way out.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

#btaa jonathan crane #batman the audio adventures #btaa scarecrow x reader #x fem!reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader

[scribblesandsherlock]

Wingman!Ness: A FNAF Bromance

Mike Schmidt x f!customer fic

Word Count: 972

Summary: Mike takes a job as a waiter at Sparky’s where he’s enamored with you and annoyed by Ness. He thought his coworker couldn’t get any worse…until he offered to help Mike get a date with you. Will Ness scare you away?

***

Mike had a goofy smile on his face at work today. For the first time ever, he was smiling at work.

So, ever since, (you know), Mike had to get another job and this time, he got a job as a waiter at Sparky’s. And he absolutely h a t e d it. He hated coming home smelling like grease. He hated the weird hours. And his coworkers were so obnoxious. But for once at work, he was smiling. Because his favorite customer had come in. You.

He had just gotten your order and was waiting on the kitchen to make it. Earlier, he had trouble hearing you so when he leaned in closer to listen better—in that moment, you took him by surprise. You leaned in too and handed him the menu back, your hands briefly touching as your eyes met. Your voice was soft and friendly. And without sounding weird, your hair smelled amazing. And that thought followed him all the way back to the counter. The stone-cold Mike who always looked ready to pass out…was grinning like an idiot.

“I cannot believe it.” Mike’s coworker Ness guffawed, looking at the love-struck expression on his face, “I didn’t know you had feelings~”

“Shut up.” Mike’s face turned red and he forced his expression to go back to neutral.

“What did it for you? Her smile~? Her laugh~?” The guy didn’t know when to quit.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Humor me. Come on.”

Mike rolled his eyes. Whatever got him to leave him alone, “Fine. It’s—her hair. She…smells good. Okay?”

“Hey, that’s not so crazy. You know, there’s a theory that when we’re attracted to someone’s smell, it’s because they have an opposite immune system than us. So when we get married and have kids, those kids will have stronger immune systems.” Ness was always so full of fun facts.

“No offense, Ness, but I’m not thinking about kids right now. Okay?” Mike gave him a look, silently threatening him to drop the subject.

“Why don’t you go over there and ask her out? How many times does she have to come in here for lunch before you finally give her your number?”

“You…you think she’s coming in here all the time because of me?”

“As much as I try to upsell our customers, the food here isn’t that good.”

Mike paused. If you liked him…that would change everything. But honestly, did a guy like him deserve a girl like you? He was always disheveled and tired. He smelled like grease from the kitchen and all the free time he has is to help Abby. What would a girl like you want with someone like him?

He turned away and folded his arms over the counter, his head down in defeat, “I can’t.”

Ness raised a brow then leaned in, “I’m sorry. What was that?”

“I said I can’t.” Mike growled and gave him that look again.

“Aww. Big tough guy Mike is really just a little teddy bear, isn’t he?” Ness cooed and pouted his lip, teasingly.

Mike glared harder at him.

“If it’s that big a deal, I can go over there and talk to her for you. See? It’s easy!” Ness demonstrated by waltzing over to you and whipping up a conversation.

Dread washed over Mike. He stumbled into the kitchen, watching this happen from the round peephole in the door that let him see into the dining area. What on earth could Ness be saying? Gosh, he must be making him look like an idiot. He prayed he didn’t scare you off. He didn’t want to come off like a weirdo or anything…

“Mike, why did you mention you liked how she smelled…?” He groaned and ran a hand down his face. He just gave Ness all the ammunition to destroy his reputation to you. Wait, what if that was his plan all along? Mike and he did bicker a lot. What if he was just getting back at him for all the times Mike acted grouchy at work?

Then he saw your reaction. At first, you were just listening and nodding politely. Then something made your eyes glint. To his horror, you laughed for a moment. What would normally be a beautiful sight…became an absolute nightmare. He was doomed. And it only got worse from there. After eating your food, you just paid Ness for the bill and left. Great. Another missed opportunity, Mike. Maybe it was for the best.

And yet, Ness casually waltzed into the kitchen. Whistling, jovially. Did he not care that he just ruined everything for Mike? Or was he satisfied with his work?

“Happy now?” Mike folded his arms, clutching the fabric of his sleeves bitterly.

“I am, thank you!” Ness beamed at his friend before handing him a napkin with a flourish. With your number on it. And a heart.

Mike gasped and dropped everything to grab the napkin, “You got her number?? For me??”

“Of course I did! We’re Sparky buddies now, aren’t we?” Ness patted him on the back, “We got to look out for each other! Like brothers!”

Mike flinched at the idea. Brother…

He shook his head to snap out of it. He couldn’t believe the guy would do something like this for him. Thanks to crazy Ness, Mike had the phone number of the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

“Heh, I owe you one, man.” Mike smirked up at his new…friend. Even if the guy had always annoyed the heck out of him.

“Think nothing of it—oh, did you hear that the average friendship only lasts seven years??”

Mike groaned and face-palmed himself. He was going to have to listen to this for the rest of his shift.

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt fluff #bromance #platonic #bros #platonic!securitywaiter #wingman!ness #fnafbros #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #Mike Schmidt imagine #thirdwheel!Ness #matpat

[mrsparrasblog]

Highschool AU pt.2

Summary: You and your Brother moved away from Austria because of your parents Divorce, making you attend Northbridge Academy in Exeter, England. On your first day you meet the bullied Simon Riley and the overly extroverted John MacTavish. As if dealing with puberty, sports and your grades wasn't hard enough you fell in love not only with your Bestfriend Simon but also with Johnny, that Johnny was in love with both of you didn't make the Dynamic better

Pt.1

November 1990

As the days passed, you fell into a comfortable routine. You made a point to sit next to Simon in every class, despite Johnny's attempts to claim the seat besides you. You got used to Johnny though; he was funny and surprisingly smart. He even beat you in physics once, which made you incredibly mad. You always wanted to excel in academics; sometimes it felt like it was the only thing you were good at—getting good grades. If you couldn't be good at that, what special thing would be left in you?

"Lizzie, it's just an A, who cares if it's not an A+? You won't die from it," Simon nagged. He never understood your drive to excel in school. He wasn’t bad himself, though; he mostly got Bs, especially in math, history, and chemistry. He had some Cs in English and Housekeeping —claiming it was unimportant for him that he did poorly in sewing. He was right, though; that's why you didn’t pick that incredibly dumb subject and chose advanced German instead, which was like a free pass for you. Unfortunately, you were in the same class as John, the annoying new friend of your brother. He was always so flirty, although he was cute.

"How do you know? Maybe I'll fall dead on the ground in the next second."

"Would be a blessing for some of us," Simon replied. After a few weeks of school, you were surprised to find out that Simon wasn’t like he looked. He wasn’t shy and uncomfortable; he pulled lots of jokes—bad ones—next to you. Worse, his humor was dry and mean, making you chuckle all the time, which he secretly loved.

"You're an idiot, Si."

"And still, I'm your favorite, Lizzie."

"Only because Johnny isn’t a real challenge to you."

"Don’t let Johnny hear that; he will be mad."

"Maybe he needs a bit of an ego shrink," You laughed.

Simon and you walked towards your table. It was like in all those American movies you watched when you were allowed to watch TV. Tiffany and her squad had their own table, and then there were tables full of footballers where Kyle sat most of the time, except when Johnny begged him to sit with you. Michael, like the perfect big brother he was, was always where you were. And where Michael was, John and sometimes Nik would be, if he didn’t spend 90% of his time in detention.

Every Thursday was mail delivery day, the best part of the week. You always looked forward to a letter from Dad. He told you about all the different places he visited for work, and there was always a postcard in the letter. You had over 120 postcards, all placed on the wall of your dorm. At least that made you feel at home. Northbridge Academy wasn’t as bad as you feared at the beginning. The teachers were great, the school was fun, and you had Simon and Johnny. The only downside was my dorm mates. While the boys were more than lucky despite Si complaining about Michael's snoring, they still had a nice group. Meanwhile, you were stuck with Tiffany, Laurie, and Anne in a room, and it was even worse than you imagined.

Simon opened his mail, and his expression changed. He tried to regain his composure quickly, but he couldn't fool me. You knew something was up, so you poked him under the table, trying to get his mail. Surprisingly, he gave it to you without any further resistance, and for once, You wished he hadn’t.

Hello Simon, Im on a camping trip with your Mom and Thomas. Don´t bother coming over the long weekend. We wont be there. Stay at your trust fund school. Dad 

"Si—"

"No, Lizzie." He stood up and left the table, surprising everyone else who hadn’t noticed anything. Typical boys. You followed him into his dorm and sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's not a big deal, Lizzie. They're just on vacation."

"Is it?"

"Lizzie."

"You know you could come with Mich and me. Mom wouldn’t mind at all; she loves hosting people and all that stuff. We can spend more time together, and you don’t need to stay in this musty room—like, really, do you boys even clean?" You laughed at the chaos of the room. Everywhere, there were paint stains, football shoes, and, on what you guessed was Nik’s and John’s bed, an E-guitar was placed.

"Lizzie, it’s okay. You know I can practice a bit before the start of ice hockey season."

"Pleaseeeeeeee." You looked at him with puppy eyes. I needed him to come with me.

"Okay, but only this once." He agreed, and you gave him a big bear hug.

SIMONS POV 

"Whit dae ye mean ye gang hame wi' Ellie?"

"Was invited," I said shortly.

"Was invited too," John chimed in, while he tuned his guitar, making noises not safe for humanity.

"How come is a' body invited 'cept me?" Johnny started to whine. The answer would be easy for anyone with eyes: she doesn’t like his flirting, she is scared of things like this, and asking her to marry him after she gave him a cookie wasn’t the smartest choice.

"I wasn’t invited," Kyle replied shortly.

"You're not invited, Johnny, 'cause ye need to tone it down with my sister. She is only 13; she doesn’t care about boys right now. And asking her at any chance if she wants to marry you makes her scared. Ye don’t know anything about girls, do ye?" That was the most words I've heard from König since, well, ever, but he was right. Johnny needed to tone it down. I didn’t like how Lizzie felt insecure whenever he did it and clung to me. The truth is Lizzie wasn’t afraid of him or anything; she even liked Johnny as a friend. She just thought his advances were jokes. Johnny liked to joke a lot, giving him the reputation of a class clown. And so, his big gestures for her felt like a joke to her, especially since she was so insecure at heart. I just never understood why? She was smart, funny, much cooler than any other girl, and she was pretty, not that I would ever tell that to someone.

"Just trying to be good, König," Johnny muttered.

"If ye weren’t a lovesick little puppy, he’d probably punch you into oblivion," John mentioned.

"You can come too, Johnny," König replied, still giving him the big brother glance.

"Sweet."

"Wait, how do we all fit in a car?" I asked, afraid that Johnny would take my place, and I needed to stay here. But everyone just looked at me weirdly, and I didn’t know why.

The next day, on our way to Lizzie's house, I finally knew why. There was a fucking limousine with black windows, probably bulletproof, like in James Bond movies. A small man in his 50s walked outside of the car wearing a black suit and smiling as he walked towards Lizzie, taking her baggage from her hands.

"He doesn’t look like Lizzie’s Dad," I said. It was true; they didn’t look similar, but still, she hugged him like you’d hug a family member, I guess?

John started to laugh. "You really don’t know a lot about Beth." Beth? Why did he call my Lizzie Beth? That was a shitty name.

"I know a lot about her."

"Not about her world, little one." I hated it when people reduced me for my small frame. I didn’t want to be the skinny short boy walking behind Lizzie all the time in need of her support. At least she didn’t see me that way.

"Si, John, Johnny, that’s Alfred, he is our family, Butler," Lizzie said, smiling at Alfred like he was a family member more than a Butler.

We sat down in the limo. Lizzie, of course, sat next to me, much to the dislike of Johnny. He kinda grew on me, though; he was funny and extroverted, and he wasn’t as posh as Kyle, who was a nice bloke but just didn’t get it. He was always complaining, as if he had problems, of course, he hadn’t. He was rich, good at football, and good-looking.

Lizzie fell asleep after a while, her head resting on my shoulder. I didn’t dare to move for the rest of the ride. She looked so peaceful when she didn’t move her lips and spoke.

"Mate, that's unfair. Why does Lizzie sleep on you instead of me?" Johnny whined, but I ignored him. "I liked her first, brocade and everything, Simon."

"You don’t call dips on my sister, or I'll cut your tongue out," König spoke calmly. He was confusing me; he was mostly silent but always threatened everyone who came too close to Lizzie. He never threatened me though, of course not; no one saw a threat in me.

We arrived at a big white mansion, almost looking like the Buckingham Palace. I knew Lizzie was rich, but this rich? I should probably search Kortac up, what they did, and how her dad must be so rich.

John only shrugged as if it was nothing, making me feel like I was the dumb one. This wasn’t normal; why are they acting like this?

As I stepped into Lizzie's villa, my jaw practically hit the floor. I mean, I've seen big houses before, but this was something else. The entrance was like walking into a palace or something. The marble floors were so shiny

; I could see my reflection in them. And those pillars! They were taller than any trees I've ever seen, reaching up to a ceiling painted with fancy designs that made me feel like I was in a museum.

I couldn't help but gawk as I made my way through the place. The living room was like a dream. Soft, velvet couches and chairs were everywhere, so plush you could practically sink into them. Paintings and tapestries covered the walls, like something out of a history book. And don't even get me started on the fireplace! It was huge, with flames dancing and crackling like something out of a movie. All around were paintings that probably cost more than Mom's salary as a nurse.

The dining room was even more posh. A long, mahogany table stretched out in front of me, set with fancy plates and silverware that looked like they belonged in a museum. A chandelier hung overhead, sparkling with crystals and casting a warm light over everything.

In the kitchen, everything was shiny and new. Stainless steel appliances lined the walls, and there were bowls of fruit and baskets of bread everywhere. It smelled amazing, like something out of a cooking show. Chefs walked around the house; they had fucking chefs? I thought the Butler was much, but they had more staff. Didn’t rich people know how to cook for themselves?

As I wandered around, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I mean, we have a house; it's nice and all, but it's nothing like this. Lizzie's family must be really rich to live in a place like this. But as much as I envied her, I couldn't help but feel grateful that she was my friend, never judging me because of my scholarship like Tiffany did, and by the looks of it, Tiffany wasn’t even half as wealthy as Lizzie and König are.

"Mutter, Vater, Ich dachte Papa ist in Salzburg gerade," König said. He sounded more confident when he spoke German.

Lizzie's parents looked like nice people; her Dad was the tallest man I've ever seen and looked a bit intimidating, while her mom looked a lot like Lizzie herself, just older.

"Dein Vater hat gehört, ihr kommt hier her und ist direkt gekommen," her dad replied.

"Also, seid ihr nicht wieder zusammen?" Lizzie’s voice sounded so different in German, but she still sounded nice and soft.

"Nein, und sprech Englisch, das ist unhöflich gegenüber deinen Gästen," her mom scolded, her voice too loud for the small room.

"So, who do we have here?" Lizzie’s father asked curiously.

"I'm John Price, sir."

"Oh, like William Price?"

"Yes, that's my old man."

"We worked together quite a bit for his campaign."

"Wait, my dad worked with Kortac?" John lost the color of his face, and I really needed to know what the fuck Kortac is.

"I'm Johnny MacTavish."

"Well, didn’t hear of your family," Lizzie’s dad mustered Johnny.

"Richard, be nice," Lizzie’s mom scolded, in a tone too loud for the room. "Okay, and you are?" She gestured to me.

"Simon Riley, nice to meet you both, sir," I replied politely, shaking his hand, only to get my hand crushed.

As I followed Lizzie's family into the dining room, I couldn't believe my eyes. The table was like something out of a fancy restaurant, but way bigger. There were so many dishes spread out that I had never seen or tried before. I mean, I knew what a salad was and some of the other stuff, but there were these little black things in jars that Lizzie's dad called "caviar." I had no idea what that was, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it, so I tried a tiny bit. It was salty and kinda strange, definitely not like anything I'd ever eaten. Johnny looked as confused as me; of course, the academy had fancy food, but this was weird. And so much different from what mom cooked for us, and I longed for her lasagna right now.

Then there were all these different forks and spoons and knives laid out next to the plates. I was used to just one fork and one spoon at home, but here, it was like a whole set of tools just for eating. I glanced over at Lizzie, who noticed my confusion and tried to discreetly explain which fork to use for which course. But I could tell I was still getting it wrong.

Lizzie's family seemed used to all this fancy stuff, chatting away as they effortlessly used their array of utensils. Meanwhile, I was struggling not to knock over a glass or use the wrong fork. Her mom smiled kindly at me and offered some advice on what to try next, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. John and König, of course, knew how to act. I noticed how Lizzie’s dad liked John, but Lizzie’s mom definitely liked me.

It was strange; they were so familiar with each other, chatting at dinner and laughing, listening to Lizzie ramble about the school teaching shitty German. It was so different than at home; no one screamed, no one cried, and, most importantly, no one punched each other.

Johnny and I slept in one of the various guest chambers, and it was so comfortable, the best sleep I've ever had until I heard Lizzie scream from next door. I ran towards her room; I didn’t know what was wrong, but I needed to find out.

She lay in her luxurious room, whining and shaking in her sleep. I always thought rich families like these never had any problems, but here she was having night terrors.

I sat next to her in bed, brushing my hand towards her silky hair. "I'm here, Lizzie, everything is good."

"Please don’t kill me; I don’t know anything," she cried, and then König walked in, pushing me to the side while grabbing her in his bulky arms, whispering to her something in German until she calmed down and slept peacefully again. Now, all of us stood in her room. I just wanted to comfort Lizzie, telling her everything would be fine again.

"What was this?" John asked.

"Nightmares."

"That’s more than nightmares, mate," Johnny said, earning a death glare from König. I didn’t know what I thought, but I stood up and walked towards her bed again, cuddling her like Mom and Dad always did. For the first time, I could protect someone, and I’d protect her like she protected me.

"LEAVE."

"No, she is my best friend; I won’t leave." Slowly, after minutes, John and Johnny climbed into Lizzie’s bed. All of us wanted to comfort the girl who gave us everything every day. And so all five of us played together in the bed, eager to protect her from whatever haunted her. It was nice; having her in my arms was the last thought before I slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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[lemmetreatya]

Eren used to get mad when people mistook him for a girl (bc that boy looks so much like Carla and Yams even chose the name Eren because it sounded feminine). Now he doesn't really mind it. In fact he usually rubs it in his friends' faces because he is quote "the prettiest bitch out of all of you"

erens kinda embraced it now!! still a touchy subject for him but now hes kinda able to fight people off by throwing insults back jskskd

COD nights were always fun because it meant those were the times where the boys could get together, crash random lobbies, fish for the low skilled ones and then heavily level up their accounts.

Although tonight it looks like not a lot of people were free to troll or be trolled. Platform wise and party wise — tonight, it was just Eren, Connie and Jean on mic.

It’d gotten to that point of the game where no one really wanted to play anymore and so they were all idly waiting in their own party lobby.

Boredly scrolling through random Instagram filters and taking pictures with them, Eren sighed as he aimlessly sent them to the groupchat.

He hadn’t thought anything of it, usually the guys would open them and just heart emote it — or if they were feeling silly, use a poop or thumbs down emoji. But since he was on the mic already, Connie voiced his opinion aloud.

“Those filters make you look like yo’ mama!”

Not thinking much of it, Eren didn’t concentrate on the remark, but it’s when he heard Jean snickering in the back that he leaned forwards in his chair.

“Wait, Con. You talking ‘bout me?”

“Yeah, you! That shit you sent into the chat with all them filters on.”

Jean started laughing again but this time in joint with Connie. The two of them were cackling greasy laughs as their volume levels wobbled in and out.

“Awoogaaaa! Hellooo Mrs. Jaeger!” He wolfed into Eren’s ears.

The brunette’s face scrunched in annoyance.

Oh, so they were on piss tonight?

With a kiss of his teeth, Eren fixed his mic closer to his mouth so that his next words would come out crunchy on the other end.

“Ayo, at least I look like her. You don’t look like any of your folks. You sure you not adopted?”

Suddenly, the laughter ceased. With a grin on his face, Eren nodded as he sat back in his seat.

Yeah, that’ll teach em, he thinks.

However, Connie’s next words had dampened the mood even more.

“Bro, that shit ain’t cool. I don’t look like them because I am adopted.”

Eren’s face dropped.

There was an acute silence on the party channel.

A low “Fuuuuuck…” was heard in the background on Jean’s end. His channel went flat after the click of a mute button.

Slightly gobsmacked, Eren quickly laid a hand over his mouth before uncovering it and talking a lot more softly into his microphone piece.

“Ah. Shit, dawg. I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Ha! Gotcha! I’m not adopted, bitch!”

Connie was once again bellowing within the chat. His laughter would have been infectious had he not tricked Eren into feeling sympathy for him with priorly insulting him and his mother.

Rolling his eyes, Eren retorted back.

“That’s not something to joke about though.”

“But that’s equally as reason why you can’t go round saying people look loaned.” He said back.

Eren made a confused face towards his television screen but to no one in particular.

“Loaned?! That’s an even worse way to put it!”

A click sounded within the party call which indicated the unmuting of Jean’s channel.

“Adopted people aren’t ‘loaned’, Connie. They’re legally under that guardian’s care as much as a biological child would be.”

Quickly accommodating to Jean’s admission of serious tone, Eren dropped the humorous attitude before bartering on his friend’s side.

“Yeah, you’re probably thinking of fostering. That’s the one where it’s just temporary stay.” Eren finished.

Thankfully understanding the change in tone, Connie’s voice sounded much lower as he hummed in understanding the concept.

“Ah, I get it.”

There was a comfortable silence for a few seconds. As party leader, Eren took the initiative to plunge the group into a lobby search without clarifying seeing as nothing else was being said.

Just as the game was loading in, Connie quietly said into the mic:

“You still look like your mama though.”

>> c0nnie_thec0nman69 was kicked from the voice chat. <<

#eren jeager #jean krischtein #connie springer #attak on titan #eren aot #eren x reader

[moonlightazriel]

Here with you /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: His job was a touchy subject, but she wanted to make sure he new that she loved him no matter what.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, angst, torture and etc..

Word Count: 1k

Notes: Since i'm still completely obsessed with Everything Everywhere All At Once, this is inspired on the scene where Evelyn and Joy reconciled.

Main Masterlist

The male grunted, sweat and blood running down his body, even if Azriel didn't like to do it, it was necessary, after all, the rumors of uprisings throughout the northern part of the Illyrian Steppes were more and more frequent. Rhys was worried and Cassian was trying to control the camps as much as he could, but it still didn't seem to be enough.

With the truth teller firmly in his left hand, he slid the blade once more across the male's chest, the cut quickly began to bleed and the male closed his eyes, sighing heavily, it wouldn't be much longer before he broke and gave out the information Azriel needed, he had followed him for weeks until he was sure he could be of use.

He took a few steps back, allowing the Illyrian to breathe a little, he knew no one could take this kind of torture for more than a few hours, and if Az was right, they were there for about 2 hours. Hearing Calder's gasping breath and husky voice, he turned, his face the grim mask of the shadowsinger.

“They're not happy, even more now that the high lord is even stricter with the rules, they don't think that females should be treated as equals, but that you should already know.” The male began, his voice weak. “Vastos intends to start with small attacks on the camps that support Rhysand, forcing him to bow and then he intends that all Iliria armies join him to overthrow the high lord and his mate, making Iliria a free land.” He finished, completely defeated and laughing without humor he spoke again. “I hope that now that I have given you the information, you’ll be kind and kill me. Nothing you do will be worse than what they would do to a traitor.”

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Azriel flew home, the relieved smile on the male's face was still fresh in his mind, he knew it would bring him some comfort to be able to give a quick death to those he inflicted so much pain on, so he did, the male thanking him.

He rushed into the house, locking himself in the guest bathroom, not daring to let her see him in that state, covered in blood, even if they didn't talk about what exactly he did, Azriel knew Y/N imagined, she might even know but he never had the courage to confirm. This had already become a reason for them to fight a few times, she said he didn't trust her enough to show him all his sides, she had no idea that she was the person he trusted the most in the whole world.

The warm water washed over his body and his thoughts, making him feel a little better or at least ready to look her in the eyes. “Kitchen,” his shadows whispered in his ear and he followed their command. Finding her standing in front of the stove, she was fiddling with something with her back turned to him, listening to his footsteps, she turned around, a big smile lit her face and he sighed, feeling like the luckiest male in the world to have someone like her just for him.

“Are you hungry?” she asked as she turned her attention to the pot. He hugged her from behind, smelling the floral soap she used, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, making her laugh, the sound warming his heart.

“Pretty much. What are you doing?” He asked looking at the pan, where a brown liquid was bubbling and some vegetables were dancing in the broth she stirred.

“Heating up the soup I made today. Mor said it was delicious. You know she's in love with my food.” Y/N chuckled, turning off the heat and pouring the soup into the bowl on the counter next to her. Handing him the container, she made him sit down while she watched him eat. “You don't look well, did something happen?”

“Nothing.” He spoke dryly. “Mor was right by the way.” He praised it, it was true, but he hoped the change of subject would make her forget about how bad he looked.

“Don't do that, don't change the subject, I understand you don't like to talk about your job, but at least don't lie saying you're fine when you clearly aren't.” She snapped with clear irritation in her voice.

“Why do you care so much? It's not like it's going to change anything.” He asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Maybe you're right, and telling me won't change anything, but I just wanted you to open up to me, share this burden that makes you feel so small. Because no matter what, I still want to be here with you. I will always, want to be with you.” Her eyes filled with tears.

“So will you just ignore everything I've ever done? All the blood I carry on my hands? You know you could be with someone better than this.” He pointed at his own body, all his insecurities flowing like a waterfall out of him. She turned towards him and ran to hug him. Her tears soaking his chest, his soaking her hair.

“There's nothing about you that I don't love, and there's nothing about you that would make me want to be somewhere else with someone else. You are the only one for me, and even if you don't agree, I will always appreciate all that we are and have built together. I love every part of you, whether good or bad.” She looked at him, her face red and wet with tears. Leaning toward her, he captured her lips in a desperate kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against his.

“I know you just want to help, but I don't know if I can share that part of myself yet. I love you very much and I trust you.” He sighed, gathering all the love he felt for her and sending it through the bond. She smiled shyly, sending her own wave against him, filling his chest.

“So I'll be waiting for you when you're ready, take your time.” She said, kissing him once more and Azriel sighed, feeling like the luckiest male in the world in her arms

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #shadowsinger #velaris #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #fluff #angst #moonlightazriel

[bardspeak]

And if you lost it all, and you lost it | ao3 link

(Some of) Hawke's letters to Fenris during dragon age inquisition. Hawke was left in the fade here.

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Fenris -

I’m sorry for leaving, and I’m sorrier for getting angry that you didn’t want me to. I know you want to be with me, to protect me from what’s to come. I also know that what you could most protect me from is also what could most hurt you. I can’t have that. We protect each other, right?

I’d have you with me if it wouldn’t kill me to see you hurt.

The Inquisition has been looking for me, and Varric has held them off long enough. I guess I’ll find out why it was so important for them soon, but I know for me it’s Corypheus. We were both there – and I’ll never feel safer than when you have my back – but this is a burden of my own. It was my father’s blood that locked him away and mine that set him free. I feel I should be able to know him, understand at least the little my father must have, but I’m just as clueless as anybody else. I just know I can’t sit by and watch him happen to someone else. I hope you can forgive me.

You haven’t said, but I know I’ve been hurting you. I’m not sure why I don’t know how to live without something like this to turn to, to throw myself at. But I won’t drag you into it with me. It doesn’t mean I love you any less, and it doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t ache to be away from you. I love you so much I don’t know what to do with it some of the time. When you’re just gone for the day I’ll turn to tell you when you’re not there. I love your humor, even when you’re laughing at me. I love your anger, even if you’re angry with me now. I love your happiness, and I can’t be sorry enough that it’s not what I’m leaving you with.

You’re with me, even if I didn’t let you be. I’ll be thinking about you all the time. I’ll be dumb enough to forget I left you behind. But I’m leaving my heart there with you.

Make sure nothing happens to it, if it’s not too much trouble.

- Hawke

Fenris -

Varric hasn’t gotten anything from you, but I hope you’re reading this anyhow. I know you hate letters going through him (the nosy rat), so maybe you’re waiting to say whatever it is when I get home. I hope I’m not too long to hear it.

Everything here reminds me of you, even the Inquisitor! She’s not much like you, but I suppose I see an elf glow and I get misty in the eyes. In all seriousness, she’s kind of lovely once you get past the weight of the world on her shoulders. She even got me talking – I told her a couple stories from when it was all of us, and even about that hawk I brought home once. I still have the scar from where he bit me and you didn’t even appreciate the likeness. Still sore about it!

She got me to talk about you, too. But that’s not particularly difficult. What’s the opposite of a sore subject?

Varric’s the same as always, but he seems to feel the weight of Corypheus too. I know I shouldn’t tell him to back off, but come on. That’s my burden! The blood of my father trumps being the guy who came along, in my most expert of books. He’s also in trouble with a seeker here for hiding me for so long. Well. I suppose I’ll take a punch for him, if it comes down to it. Even though he didn’t tell me that CULLEN is a COMMANDER in the INQUISITION!

I couldn’t believe it either! They let him within an egg’s throw of command again? But alas. It’s just like old times, only instead of staring in judgment across the gallows it’s across fields of burly men, or a particularly robust table.

There hasn’t been much action yet, though we’ve gone to see our warden friend. I suppose there’s more than corruption in the ranks, if Corypheus has anything to say about it. I can only be glad Carver’s still in Highever.

Blood magic’s abound, there’s a Tevinter altus (as he so insists) trouncing about the library, and I can’t step three times in any direction without knocking into a templar. But as much as I’m glad you aren’t having to deal with this, I do wish you were here. I miss you more than I can say. Maybe that’s selfish of me. Sorry. You can be cross with me about it when I get back.

I love you! I hope you’re doing well. I always hope you’re doing well.

Don’t forget to walk the dog! I wouldn’t mind if you killed a couple of snakes in my honor, if you’re already at it.

All my love

-Hawke

Fenris,

I’d have given anything to not have to send you this letter. I’d have given anything to send him back home to you. But there was no fighting this. Fighting him.

Hawke is gone.

We were fighting something impossible. The fight had dragged us into the Fade, and that’s where we left him. We couldn’t go back. You know I would have if I could. I’d have been lost right along with him if the rift hadn’t closed behind us.

He slipped from my grasp, gone before I could do anything. The Inquisitor says he stayed behind to save her, shoved her through so she couldn’t even look back, and stayed to fight on his own. He liked her well enough. They got on like a house on fire. Maybe he thought it was something we would have been proud of him for. I’d just have wanted him alive. I know you do too.

He was staying in one of the rooms and I found a note on top of the mess he’d made of his desk. It doesn’t say it, but I know it’s for you. He was wearing his token, though, so I can’t send it with you.

I’m sorry.

Varric.

I’m hoping I’ll be able to throw this away, or it might be some sort of something I bring with me when I come back home. A reminder, maybe, of how much I wish I was there with you. Something to knock me over the head with if I ever decide to leave again. I still hope you never have to read it.

I’ll do anything I can to make it back, I’m not giving up. It just seems like this gets bigger and bigger in my head every day I’m here. You know I’ll throw my lot in with anything I believe in even if it gets me nowhere good. It got me you, though, so it can’t all turn out bad.

This might be the most important thing I’ve ever done, but right now all I can think of is you. I’m still sorry for leaving you, for hurting you and not letting you be with me. I’m also sorry for being glad you’re not here. That feels like the worst thing I’ve ever done, but I know I wouldn’t have been able to say goodbye to you to your face. And you deserve that, if you can’t have a promise kept.

I’m not sure I’ve ever told you how proud I am of you. You’ve been the strongest person I've known since I met you, and you knew my mother. It’s a pretty high bar. But you don’t have to be strong all the time. You can hate me, never want to think of me again, and I’ll still love you. My heart is still there with you whether you choose to bury it or not. I’m not sure I’ll ever live up to how I wish I could love you, but I love you all the same. I still turn to tell you when you’re not here.

-Hawke

#fenhawke #da2 #dragon age #dragon age fic #fenris #hawke #dragon age 2 #writing #i love them a lot. unfortunately me and my friend are planning on leaving hawke in the fade in our thing GNSDLFHD #and my hawke really is so.. he knows he should stay for fenris. that they basically only have each other right now #but he cant help fall on that sword. learned instinct

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Going ice-skating

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1k

Rating: +18

Warning: Fingering, lazy sex, Jack being unable to ice-skating, subtle undertones of my polemic personal opinions on cowgirl but that's not the focus here.

Main Masterlist | Cowboycember Masterlist

Being married with Jack for a reasonable amount of time, you were aware of all the fancy things Statesman could provide, yet it didn’t made you less surprise when you found out that the club had a ice-skating rink, and of course you didn’t refused when Jack asked if you’d like to go there.

Jack didn’t use to take advantage of his CEO position to get things, except when the subject was you, so it wasn’t a coincidence that you two were the only people on the rink on that afternoon.

“Sugar, I might have a confession.” Jack said with one hand on his hip on the entrance of the rink, observing you moving around.

“What?” you turned to look at him still with a silly happy smile on your face.

“I don’t have a single clue ‘bout how to use these things.” Jack said calmly, making you frown slightly.

“Are you telling me that you never used this place before?” you got even more shocked when he nodded “Well, seem that I’ll be your tutor then.” You smiled and grabbed his arms, pulling him to the rink with you.

“I hope you know the problem you’re getting yourself into, sugar.” Jack mentioned while shamelessly holding your arms to not lose his balance.

“It cannot be that bad.” You said with a quiet laugh.

Well, it could be that bad.

Jack could have an unbelievable balance using his lasso while riding a horse, but for ice-skating it definitely wasn’t his lucky department. He looked essentially like a little kid, holding on the rink fence or on you to keep steady, which didn’t prevent him to fall once or twice, demanding a lot of your composure to not laugh.

“Honey, I love you, but next time, please let me just sit and watch you. I’ll be fine without participating.” Jack really meant it, spread on the bed, completely ruined by the skating.

“You’re so dramatic, Daniels.” You laughed while crawling up to the bed.

“I don’t feel my legs.” Jack raised his eyebrows only for dramatical emphasis.

“Such a shame I was about to suggest another activity, but I’ll let you rest.” You haven’t moved an inch to your side of the bed and Jack already had his arms around you.

“Wait a minute, sugarcube. Thinking straight, I ain’t that tired.” He smirked and kissed the curve of your neck “Not to mention that you can always feel free to ride.” You stared him dead in the eye with a not amused expression.

“You know very well that I don’t go on top.” You were about to move to your side of the bed, but his arms tightened around you.

“Forgive your old cowboy horrible sense of humor, my sweetpea.” Jack smiled warmly and kissed the tip of your nose.

“I should’ve let you fall a few more times on the rink.” You said trying to sound pissed, but you were already melting.

“Y’know you can do whatever you want with me, my darlin’ wife.” He whispered against your skin on that warm tone that was your weak spot and started to kiss your bare skin.

“I thought you were too exhausted.” You chuckled and closed your eyes, enjoying his kisses.

“There’s thing in life for which I always have energy left.” He concluded the statement with a nibble on your shoulder.

“Then, before you say another thing that can put you in trouble, start to use this energy.”

“You don’t have to ask twice.”

Softly he grabbed your jaw, turning your head a bit and kissing you, slowly and passionately as he pulled you closer, his chest pressing against your back such as his throbbing erection nudging your butt.

Still kissing you, Jack teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock on your wet folds before slowly thrust inside you, pulling you even closer, as if you would get out of the spooning if he didn’t, while letting his hand slide down the front of your body and stop between your legs, softly rubbing your clit.

You melted against him, completely focused on enjoy that good and comfortable feeling of a lazy love-making. You smiled without even realize as Jack covered your face, neck and shoulder with soft kisses, causing that good feeling on your lower stomach to just grow. Calmly you moved one hand behind, caressing his nape and sinking your hand on Jack’s hair, rubbing your fingertips on his scalp, making Jack let out a groan.

Without even realize, you pranced your butt against Jack, gasping whit the feeling of his cock tickling your cervix and contorting a bit as your clit got more sensible to Jack’s touch, making you involuntarily press your legs against each other. As if your amazing scent and soft skin against his body wasn’t enough, seeing you being so responsive was enough to make Jack weak and even more needy for you, giving him no choice but kiss you once more and keep his consistent pace despite feeling his cock twitching inside you as he got close to the edge.

Letting out a loud whimper, you pulled Jack’s hair and contorted against him, feeling your walls clenching his throbbing cock inside you. Captivated by the incredible feeling of you softening between his arms, Jack allowed himself to lose his composure, thrusting erratically a few more times before filling you deeply with a hoarse moan.

Neither of you bothered to unmade the mess of tangled limbs you were at that moment, Jack kept his face hid on the curve of your neck, kissing your skin and caressing your stomach while you wrapped his hair on your fingers.

“I hope you don’t have any other activity on mind for today, honeybee.” Jack said against your skin, making you shiver slightly.

“Not for now, but I’ll ley you know if change my mind.” You both chuckled and you turned your head a bit, kissing the corner of his mouth and sighing as he tightened his arms around you.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #Kingsman: the golden circle #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories

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Turning Page - a Simon Bootles x Reader

Part 2: 1763

Chapter 4: The Deed

Word Count: 4,033

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive! Thank you to everyone who has supported this venture of mine :') Again, this fic is also uploaded to Ao3 and Wattpad now, so if you prefer reading fics there or want to be notified when I update, feel free to find this on there! Without further ado, here is the first chapter of part 2!!!!

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“Ben, no running!” I shouted from my seat in the library. I watched over the back of my chair as my son ran along the carpet on our hardwood floors. I knew that if he wasn’t careful, there would be no traction between the fabric and the wood to keep him from slipping. He was quite new to walking, after all. I squinted my eyes at him as if to say, “don’t you dare.” He paused to looked at me, and slowly smiled as if to say, “watch me.”

“Rah!” I heard a male voice roar. My husband came around the corner and struck a menacing pose at Ben, causing our one year old to erupted with giggles and start running once more. He ran up behind him and scooped him up while Ben screamed with glee. I smiled and rolled my eyes, turning back to the book on my lap.

“One of these days, he’s going to get hurt. You know that, right?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I do,” my husband said, “and did you know that you look more gorgeous than usual tonight, my dear? The way the firelight is hitting your focused gaze is invigorating to say the least.” I rolled my eyes once more.

“Mm-hm. Flattery will give you nothing.” I said.

“It gave me you.” He protested, very matter-of-factly.

“Whatever you say, Simon.” I conceded. He walked up behind me and planted a kiss on my cheek, then walked over to a bookshelf with Benedict on his shoulders.

“What should we read tonight, son?” Ben leaned forward with his tiny hands outstretched and grabbed a random book.

“Ooh, Cinderella! He’s got good taste!” Simon said, turning to wink at me. I blushed and hid my face in my book. The things this man does to me, even after all these years.

“After that book, he needs to be put to bed. It’s already late enough.” I said. Simon sighed and sat down on the other end of the couch from me, setting Ben in his lap.

“Just one book? Benny, I think your mother is trying to stifle your mind’s growth!” Simon said, looking down at him. Ben didn’t know what he was saying, but he giggled nonetheless because his father was using a funny voice.

“Hush, it doesn’t matter how early we start, we both know he’s going to end up far more learned than the two of us combined.” I said.

“Let’s just pray he keeps his sense of humor and good spirit about him. We need more lively people in the world. Don’t we, Ben?” Simon asked rhetorically.

Simon began to read the story to Benedict and finished it around 30 minutes later. I tuned them out, too deep into my own story to listen to theirs. I barely even realized Simon had left the room and taken Ben to bed. That is, until I felt Simon’s lips press against my neck. I let out a small gasp in shock.

“I-I didn’t even hear you come in!” I said. He paused his actions to speak.

“You know that I can be quite stealthy when I need to be.” He said. His lips returned to my skin. I sat up and turned to him, a stern look on my face.

“Stop right there, Mister Bootles. You know what happened the last time we were in this library alone.” I argued. He looked at me with raised eyebrows, lowering himself to his knees in front of me. He grabbed my hands and kissed them.

“And lucky for us, the result of that is sound asleep in the nursery.” He reasoned. I avoided eye contact, looking all around the room. My gaze landed on the banister of the stairs in the corner.

“Oh, how long has it been since we dusted the railing of the upper wing? It’s looking worse for wear.” I said, changing the subject. He let out a half-sigh half-laugh and got up, sitting next to me on the couch.

“You’re impossible.” He laughed.

“And you are so kind as to respect my wishes, darling.” I smiled, kissing him.

“I’d do anything to make you happy.” He responded. I knew this to be true, he always had.

I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat speed up as I did so. It was nice to know that I still gave him butterflies after being together for so long. I slowly closed my eyes and felt myself start to drift off to sleep with my arms wrapped around him. I was interrupted by a nudge from Simon.

“You know we can’t sleep here,” he said, “we’ve got a perfectly good bed to lay in, in our room. What a waste of space it would be if we slept on a library couch.”

“I would lay anywhere, as long as you were there.” I hummed, closing my eyelids once more.

“That’s not what you said a minute ago.” He said, flatly. My eyes shot open and I sat straight up, my face glowing beet red.

“You-! That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” I scoffed. He laughed loudly, his hand grabbing his chest to stabilize his breathing.

“I know, I know!” He said, in between giggles, “You know how I love messing with you.” I furrowed my eyebrows and removed my hands from his torso, looking away.

“I’m sorry, dear. Please don’t be upset with me! I was just having fun, you know I didn’t mean anything by it.” He pleaded. I sighed in defeat, slowly turning back to look at him.

“Well, I suppose if this is as bad as our disputes will get, I think we have a happy life ahead of us.” I said, looking down at our hands as I intertwined our fingers.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

I was rudely woken up from my dream by a knock on my door. I groaned softly to myself. I had been having that same dream for weeks, and that was the furthest I’ve gotten. I haven’t heard from Simon in years. He wrote to us once, about a month ago, but it was to my brother regarding my father’s health. Nothing for or about me. It was as if the person I had built my world around forgot I existed.

“Whoever it is, you had better have a reasonable explanation for why you’ve woken me up at dawn-” The door flung open. Margot stood there with wide eyes and a sad look on her face.

“(Y/N),” She spoke in a shaky voice, “it’s time.” I gasped, and knew exactly what it meant. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my housecoat and slippers. I followed Margot down the hall into the room once shared between my mother and father, before my mother passed away a few years ago. I entered the room to see Garrison with his family, and Margot with her family standing around my fathers bed. He laid in the center of his large mattress. He was hacking and coughing like he had been for the past year, but this seemed worse. It was far more guttural.

“Is he alr-”

“Shh!” Garrison cut me off with a venom-laced shush. I glared at him and clenched my jaw. Garrison approached his bedside.

“Alright father, we’re all here. You can begin.” He said, handing a piece of parchment to him. My father took it and opened it with shaky hands, and cleared his throat.

“My children-” He said, cutting himself off with a sputter.

“My children,” He restarted, “I have loved you all since the day God brought you into this world. Each of you have been my greatest source of pride for all of these years.” He looked to all of us around the room. Margot grabbed my hand in hers, and squeezed it tight. The state of him has been hardest on her, so much so that she had been nicer to me as of late.

“Now, I want to read off to each of you your portion of the will- in private. So as to avoid any conflict. I will start with Margot, Jeffrey, Charlotte, and Abigail.” I nodded my head and left the room alongside my brother and his family. 

“Do you really think this is it?” I asked, quietly.

“I believe it is.” Garrison said, “I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

“Thirty four years… ten of which without mother.” I said.

“I don’t really know how to feel. I’m glad he won’t be suffering, but the house will be different without him. So many of my memories here involve him and your mother.” Alice said. She had been crying. 

I started to think about it. The house would definitely be strange without him. What would even become of this house? Obviously, I wanted it- but would I get it? I had literally been dreaming of raising a family here for years. Maybe my father would understand, and give the deed to me. Margot and Jeffrey live in town, and Alice has been begging Garrison to downsize from their home that is about the same size, now that their boys are going to university. Then again, this is more space than I needed… and who’s to say that my future lies with Simon at all? It could really go either way.

“(Y/N)?” A voice broke through my whirlpool of thoughts drowning my brain. I looked up and saw Margot and her family walking out the doors. It was my time to say goodbye.

Now that I really thought about it, would I really get anything at all? I’ve always been an outlier in my family. Maybe he would give me a few books from the library… if I was lucky.

I took a deep breath and walked into his room.

“Hello,” I began, “how are you feeling?”

“Don’t ask questions that you already know the answer to.” He said. It wasn’t stern, but it wasn’t a joke either. It was just a fact that he was stating. I nodded my head, and I made my way to his bedside.

“(Y/N), there’s no easy way to say this…” He trailed off. My stomach dropped to my feet. Would I really be getting nothing?

“I’m not the one getting the house, am I?” I said, bluntly.

“Well, your brother and Alice are… well, it just makes the most sense to give the deed to them.”

My world crumbled around me. My mind was racing. 

He could barely even give a reason. I had never been married. The man I wanted never sent for me. I had nowhere else to go, it would be unlikely they’d let me stay. Alice’s love for me was outweighed by Garrison’s hatred. I’d never get to come back if he had it his way.

Suddenly, I heard a voice speak from the doorway.

“Actually sir, if I may interrupt… I was hoping to speak to you regarding the deed.”

I turned to face the man who dared to intrude on such a private conversation. That’s when I was met with a face I had only ever dreamed of seeing again.

“Simon!” My heart fluttered at the mere sight of him. All of the resentment I had built up over him not writing disappeared in seconds. Without thinking of my father witnessing my unruly behavior, I ran towards him and jumped into his arms. He spun me around with my arms wrapped around his neck.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was astonished.

“Your brother wrote to me last week saying that your father was ill. I had to make sure my business was in order before departing, but I came as soon as I heard.” I smiled widely at him.

“Simon,” My father’s hoarse voice spoke up, “what a surprise. I’m as happy to see you as anyone else, but I have to ask you to leave until I’m finished discussing my will with (Y/N).”

“Yes, and I’m so terribly sorry to intrude, but I feel like it’s pertinent that I am in the room for this discussion.” He said. He sounded so put-together.

“May I ask why that is, Simon?” My father asked. He looked genuinely confused. Simon gave me a knowing look. Maybe it was because of how long we’d been apart, but I couldn’t read his mind.

“I feel like any discussion of (Y/N)’s portion of the will would need to include her fiance as well.”

What?!

“I b-beg your pardon?” My father’s voice trembled. I couldn’t tell if it was because he was ill or because he was shocked. I was just as shocked, maybe even moreso. We would definitely need to discuss this later.

“Yes sir. You see, (Y/N) and I have been in correspondence ever since that summer weekend that I visited.” I let out a small laugh in disbelief. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, his way of telling me to keep quiet.

“I would have asked you for her hand sooner, but I wanted to ask in person. Over time, I grew impatient… and I felt it would be easier to ask for your forgiveness rather than your permission.” He explained.

My father was stone-faced. Unmoving. I held my breath waiting for any sign of protest. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“Very well. It pains me that I may not live to see the wedding, but I grant you my approval.” He said. My legs felt weak. I couldn’t believe my father was actually allowing this. But still, he didn’t mention anything about the house. Without thinking, I felt an additional lie bubble out of my throat.

“A-Actually, to be completely truthful, we eloped in December.” I interjected. Simon’s head snapped to me. He looked at me with wide eyes. His head looked back to my father and he gave a strained nod, like a poorly-maintained industrial machine.

Just play along, Simon. I prayed he could see what I was thinking. We needed to go deeper into this backstory if there was any chance of my father giving the house to me. I’ve read enough novels to know how to write a believable story. 

There was just one final nail to be hammered so this platform of lies was solidified.

“...and I am with child.” I finally said. I watched as my father’s eyes closed, and his head went limp. My hands clamped over my mouth in shock.

“Oh my God, I killed him!” I squeaked at Simon through my fingers. I was just quiet enough so my family wouldn’t hear me from the hallway. While my eyes filled with tears, Simon rushed to grab my father’s wrist.

“No, his heart is still beating. I think you just shocked him into fainting.” He whispered. I let out a huge sigh of relief. After a second of momentary solace, I launched right into berating Simon.

“What were you thinking?!” I said, pushing his chest with my hands, “Telling him that we have been writing for months when you know full well that I haven’t heard from you in years!”

“What are you talking about?” He said, almost as if he was throwing my accusations back at me.

“I have been waiting every day for years for you to acknowledge that I exist. Then, you show up and suddenly we’re married with a baby on the way?” I retorted, keeping my voice’s volume low.

“You’re the one who told him we were married and with child! I was just going to say we were engaged so he’d give the deed to you.”

“I had to! He wouldn’t have given us the house unless he knew that a family would be starting here!” I reasoned. I immediately awaited his quick response in our back and forth, but it didn’t come. He paused and looked at me with surprise, his mouth slightly agape.

“...What?” I asked, still slightly fuming. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards for a beat.

“You said ‘us’.” He simply said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“You said he wouldn’t have given ‘us’ the house.” He clarified. I could tell that he was holding back a shit-eating grin, only preventing it from creeping onto his face to save me from embarrassment.

“So maybe I did.” I simply said, diverting my gaze to random points in the room. By the time I looked back at him, he had taken a few steps towards me.

“(Y/N)...” he whispered. Though it was quiet, I felt his voice brush against my cheeks as if it were his hands caressing my skin.

“Do you remember what you told me before I left?” He asked.

“I told you I loved you.” I recalled.

“...and do you still feel the same?” I couldn’t lie to him. I wouldn’t lie to him.

“Yes,” I said, “I haven’t gone a single day without thinking of you.”

“I’m happy to know I wasn’t the only one.”

“Then why didn’t you write to me?” I asked.

“I did!” He said, I was taken aback.

“I wrote you for weeks after I left, but I never received anything back from you. I assumed that… what we had… actually meant nothing to you. I felt stupid for thinking someone like you would ever love someone like me. I’m so sorry, my darling.”

“I never got any of your letters, I swear! I wanted to write to you, but I couldn’t ask Garrison for your address without raising eyebrows. I’m so sorry, Simon.” His eyes softened and he looked down at me with a smile, a dimple appearing on one of his cheeks.

“Well look at us now; a couple of sorry souls.” He joked.

Suddenly, we heard a cough from my father’s bed beside us. He had regained consciousness.

“Father!” I exclaimed, grabbing his hands.

“I’m so sorry if what I said upset you; I just felt it was important for you to know.”

“No need to apologize, (Y/N),” that was the first and last time I’d ever hear that from him, “I’m shocked, true. But I couldn’t be more overjoyed that someone like Simon has solidified a non-honorary place in our family.”

He was happy that Simon was in our family. Not that I had finally found love or that I was starting an (albeit fake) family. He was happy that the black sheep had found a shepherd that lives up to the family standard.

I thought of the house and bit my tongue from speaking my mind.

“(Y/N), darling, would you mind if your father and I had a discussion in private?” Simon asked. I cocked an eyebrow. What was his plan now?

“Yes, of course. Call for me when I need to return.” I conceded. I gave my father a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. 

After closing the door, I turned around and was immediately met with stares from my family. Jeffrey and Margot had a look of shock. Garrison was pale as a ghost. Alice was smiling at me.

“How much of that did you all hear?” I asked. My breathing started to feel shaky.

“You’re with child?” Alice asked in an excited tone. 

“You’ve been married this whole time?” Margot questioned.

“To Simon.” Garrison said. It felt like less of a question, and more like him admitting defeat. He lost his best friend to someone he had despised his entire life, and didn’t even know until now.

“Yes…” I admitted sheepishly. There was no way I would admit that it was all a ploy to get the deed. Especially not in front of my brother, now that I knew the pain of betrayal was beating on him like a drum.

“How did absolutely no one know about this?” Jeffrey asked the room.

“I can be quite stealthy when I need to be.” I said with a giggle, mostly because the phrase had become an inside joke with myself.

“I have so many questions.” Garrison said. He looked like a spirit wandering a shipwreck. Scared. Confused. Lost.

“When did you marry?” Alice asked.

“Where did you marry?” Margot interjected.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be having children?” Garrison questioned.

“How long have you known you were pregnant?”

“How long have you and Simon been in correspondence?”

“Aren’t you afraid of what will be of the baby’s health, given your age?”

Before I could answer any questions, my father’s bedroom doors swung open. There Simon stood, a stern look on his face. Like a teacher about to lecture his students on their misbehavior.

“Terribly sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you all to stop berating my wife with questions. Garrison, if you’re so concerned about the baby’s health, you might think to stop stressing the person carrying it.” He said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. I put my hand to my forehead to look as distressed as possible.

“Oh yes, I’m feeling incredibly overwhelmed by all of the questioning… I apologize, but I think I need to retire to my room.” I said with a sigh.

“I’ll come with you,” He said, “and Garrison, your father will see you now.”

Simon placed his hand on my lower back to escort me through my family. I looked over my shoulder to see my brother, who was still in shock from his world’s colliding. I directed my gaze to Simon, and he glanced at me with a devilish look in his eye. Once we got to my quarters, we closed the door. I leaned my back against the wall, relieved that I could finally stop pretending for a second. I knew as soon as I left this room, there would be another life I would have to live that wasn’t even mine- thought I wished it to be. I closed my eyes and sighed.

“How are you feeling?” Simon asked, following my exasperated behavior.

“In all honesty? Stressed.” I said bluntly, “I’m stressed, Simon. We needed to think this through better. What’s going to happen when I’m supposed to actually have the baby? What if someone asks for our marriage certificate as proof? I have to live a lie around my family, and my father’s going to die thinking that my life is finally going the way he wanted it to- and it’s not.”

He had such an understanding look on his face, almost as if he was waiting to apologize. After a long pause, I told him a secret I never wanted to keep from him in the first place.

“I would have married you if you had asked.” I whispered. His eyebrows twitched, his look of understanding now replaced with that of regret. I could tell he was having a realization of some kind. I looked down at the floorboards beneath my feet, ashamed.

“You would?” he asked.

“Of course.” I said. The floodgates were opened now, I let him know my every last thought.

“I keep having this dream… Almost every night, like clockwork. I tell our son to stop running around the library, you chase him around for a bit. You pick out a bedtime story to read to him, and put him to bed. Then you come back into the library- and it’s always the library in this house. This house is the one I dreamed of raising a family in. Planting the seed of my legacy in. I’m sorry if I sound insane, but I needed you to know that in your absence I created this whole life for us in my brain. It was completely ideal… but now I know that not everything turns out the way you dream it.”

I looked straight down at the floor after saying all this. I didn’t want him to see how pathetic I really was. Was he silent because he realized I was hysterical?

“Well the first part of your dream has already come true…” He said.

“It wasn’t exactly my dream for the marriage to be fake-”

“Your father agreed to give us the deed to the house.”

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Apologies since this is just becoming a BSD rant page :(

Anyway back to Mori because I still have more to say. You think I was done??? Foolish mistake I have so much to continue about him. No joke I have notebooks long shit of all BSD characters.

Okay I’ve read all of the light novels, read the manga, and watched every episode under the sun because I’m mentally unstable and one thing I continuously see in this fandom is the miss-characterization of so many characters. Every. Damn. One. Personally I feel like Chūya, Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, and Mori are some of the worst I’ve seen but believe me all of them are pretty bad.

Anyway like I said this is about Mori. Is he creepy? Yes. Is it awful that he had Yosano in such a way along with all of the other children? Yes. Is his ability weird AF? Yes. But I’m going to say something and feel free to disagree with me on this one because I knows it’s a very touchy subject.

Tw: Spoilers and reference of manipulation, sexual assult, rape.

Okay so I don’t think that Mori is the pedophilia stereotype that all of y’all like to portray him as. His “little girl” thing is definitely a big reason why he’s places in this box but can we stop and think? I believe that the author put that line “I prefer the woman in my life to be under twelve” to be comedic, I truly do because we all know how dark this story gets. But to me the main reason he likes younger girls/ people is because they’re easy to manipulate.

If he just liked little girls for sexual reasons I believe that he would’ve fought SO much harder for Yosano. I’m not saying what he did was bad (it was awful and traumatic) but if he desired her for sexual reasons I feel like he would’ve done it in a different way. He wanted Yosano for her ability and because of that Yosano didn’t want her ability which helped create the building block of her character development of learning to use her ability.

Mori’s obsession with Yosano was not just because she was a little girl, it was her ability. I also think that his weird worm squirming was to put some humor into the show. But him saying “MY Yosano” was because he OWNED that ability since she was under his order. It’s not “his Yosano”, it’s “his ability”

A fourteen year old Dazai. He just tried to commit suicide and he had little to no intention of living, being a true human. So what can Mori do? Manipulate, control, and use. That’s what he did to Dazai in his years at the mafia. Whoever says that Mori raped him or sexually assaulted him needs to take a deep breath and actually look with their eyes. Chūya was a kid with nowhere to go and Mori saw that. He told Chūya what Chūya wanted to hear, promised him something he wanted, and then got him into the mafia.

Manipulate, control, use. That is Mori’s true faults. Not pedophilia. I’m sad to admit that it feels like pedophilia is almost being thrown around.

Younger kids (especially girls) are easy to manipulate if done the right way. It’s easy because their frontal cortex hasn’t fully developed and as kids there’s no reason to not trust somebody who’s nice to you. He knows that, the older somebody is the harder it is to get them to do something you want. Take Kōyo, Mori knows that she could leave, he even said he wouldn’t stop her if she left because she’s an adult who can create a consequence. But a little kid? They don’t have that power.

His lolicon persona we see is for humorous reasons, it’s so people who don’t look too deep into things can laugh and be like “pathetic man”. But for those who do analyze (the majority of us) we see something different. For some people it’s a pedophile who likes to sexually assault kids and for some it’s just a mastermind doing his mastermind manipulation.

And I know one big argument is the name of his ability. The book itself is about his journey growing up and what sexual desires he had growing up. Elise isn’t even in that book. She’s in another book called the “Dancing Girl” and she’s a full adult in that one. Asigiri tends to choose ability names based off of popular titles and both of them are very popular works of his.

I’m currently writing my own fanfiction and Mori isn’t even mentioned in any line that has the words rape in it. His characterization is all about the mental manipulation of his daughter who the story is centered around.

Please separate the irl author from the in universe one. Irl Mori was such a cool man and an amazing writer with a badass daughter.

If you have any disagreements I’d love to hear them but no fighting pls. :)

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TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE, ADDICTION AND ASSAULT

As much as I dislike to admit it, Angel Dust is NOT a one note character. It’s clear he has layers to him, there’s been so much information on him personality wise and as a character over time, and his deeper side is something that Viv wants to explore in the show.

However, yes this is going to sound petty, but I really hope someone ESLE writes him because the way Viv handles his character is not for me. Like I’ve said before, I’ve restrained myself from talking about Angel since he’s a hefty subject (and the most popular in the fandom and I don’t want rabid fans at my neck) but I still would like the take the time to discuss his issues just a tad, though this’ll be short. The truth is I don’t think Viv can handle someone as deep as he seems to be. He’s a character who’s abused, an addict, a murdering psychopath with a twisted sense of humor, a character who doesn’t show his deep feelings to others, a person who while loves his work, the fame and attention he has, he feels trapped it seems at the same time, there’s just.....a LOT to him. While I think Viv overcompensates him WAAAAY too much, he still deseves to be written well, especially since a lot of people look up to him for being a gay man struggling. The issue is simply that he’s written by Viv. In the pilot, he’s an annoying, obnoxious, unlikable hyper sexual douchebag who spouts sex jokes every second, and every time I see him I want to get the raid and spray it till the damn can is empty. He seems to be treated as a joke and not at the same time, but for the pilot, it’s definitely a joke. As someone who’s followed Viv for a long time and seen her livestreams, she clearly thinks liking dick is funny, and spouting sex jokes is peak comedy. It seems she takes how Angel acts regularly as a pawn, making him the comic relief character but also this predatory hyper sexual dude and it’s disgusting. And no, not that he’s in HELL it’s disgusting, it’s disgusting because he’s gay and portrayed as someone making sex jokes every 5 seconds and it doesn’t make me like him, it makes me annoyed. Like I said, Angel has layers and there’s more to him as seen in the pilot, but the persona he puts on is still that of a stereotype. She’ll use him as a joke and then suddenly tell us to get serious because he has a pimp who physically and sexually abuses him, and it’s just all done sloppily. Like all of this is happening to him and yet we have to laugh when he flirts with other characters and cracks sex jokes? And then we’re supposed to feel bad for him when he’s clearly a horrible person with barley any redeeming qualities? Because I’m sorry, I don’t feel bad for him, or at least I can’t sympathize with him fully because of how shitty he acts. Not to mention all the fan service that doesn’t even collide with what she’s trying to get across with his character. One moment he’s a deep troubled character, then he’s an UWU hot boy who likes sex so laugh and drool at him please. It’s just so much, I don’t even think Viv knows what she WANTS his character to be because he seems to flip flop all the time.

But for now, that’s all I’m saying. I just hope someone else will write him, someone who knows how to write characters with trauma, complex characters, and especially GAY characters, because not every gay person talks about how much they like dick every 5 seconds. You can feel free to disagree with me, I’m not going to argue but please do NOT harass me in the comments. You can feel free to voice your opinion on Angel Dust though, thank you.

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