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steddiealltheway · 10 months

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Gareth is sick and tired of Eddie refusing to admit that he has a crush on Steve Harrington.

At first, Gareth had just brushed it off when Eddie seemed so adamant about interrogating Steve and his involvement with his new lost sheep. He had done something similar when he meet Gareth's few middle school friends the year before. But Eddie seems to think that one meeting isn't enough and insists that's why he always needs to rush out to talk to Steve and invade his space when he picks up the kids from Hellfire.

Gareth sees right through it. Eddie had come out to him a while ago saying he was definitely some form of queer after Gareth caught him making out with a guy in the Hideout bathroom. And he was more than okay with it.

But he is not okay with the way Eddie refuses to tell him - his best friend - that he has a crush on Steve.

"Then why do you always go to Family Video during his shifts and not buy anything, huh? Plus, you know that you never call anyone 'big boy.' Yes, I heard that when you were flirting with him after our last Hellfire campaign."

Eddie just rolls his eyes and dramatically flings out his arms. "I'm making sure the kids are safe with him."

Gareth snorts in response to that bullshit, and Eddie gives him an unimpressed look.

"Well, I'm going to Family Video to get a movie for my mom, and I would appreciate-"

"Yeah, I'll give you a ride," Eddie interrupts, looking way too happy to offer.

Gareth sighs but doesn't push it. He really needs to ride, and if the only reason Eddie's offering is to give him an excuse to be there... Gareth will take it and hopefully not be expected to pitch in for gas.

A quick ride over later, Gareth is almost displeased to see Steve behind the counter, eyes lighting up when he sees Eddie. Those two are absolutely ridiculous, and if Eddie would pull his head out of his ass for once, then Gareth could finally tell him that Steve likes him too.

He lets them lean into each other and practically giggle over anything the other has to say until he finds his movie and goes to the counter. That's when he finally notices Robin Buckley there staring at the two with a mix of fondness and irritation. Gareth is sure that he has the same look on his face.

He shoots her a knowing look, and Robin's eyes widen in an expression of hopeless, those two. Gareth gestures between the two and rolls his eyes - absolutely.

Then, they both look at each other in realization. Gareth knows Robin is cool and a bit awkward from their interactions in band classes, but he didn't know that she was that cool. And that she definitely knows about whatever thing is between those two.

Robin levels him with the same look, staring him up and down before finally seeming to settle on that he's cool too and also knows. They both kind of nod at each other in agreement that certain things need to be unspoken, but they absolutely need to rant about the two idiots.

They both start talking at the same time.

"Oh my gosh, I thought it was just me-"

"You have no idea how long I've needed to talk to someo-"

They stop and laugh a bit, both looking toward the boys, but they don't even register the interaction especially since Steve is tucking a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear while Eddie stares at him with heart eyes. Love is gross.

Robin takes Gareth's tape and goes through the process of ringing him up. "It's like they both are oblivious to the other's feelings."

"They are! Eddie won't even admit his feelings to himself, and I've been pushing it," Gareth complains, pinching his nose. He thinks he might feel a tension headache starting to form from those two.

Robin thuds her fingers on the counter in thought then slides Gareth's tape back at him. "Eddie's the jealous type, right?"

Gareth nearly scoffs. Jealous can be a bit of an understatement when it comes to him. "Of course."

Robin gets a grin that kind of scares Gareth to the core. She leans over the counter and whispers, "Then, I need you to flirt with Steve."

His jaw absolutely drops. "No way. Eddie would murder me!"

"And why would he if he has no feelings for him?" Robin asks with a bit of a manic twinkle in her eye that reminds him of Eddie.

Shit, she's right. It's definitely a plan that will work and finally get Eddie to admit how he feels... but also could get Gareth killed and banned from ever talking to Eddie again.

He glances over at the two and notices the way Eddie is blushing and trying to hide behind his hair as Steve stares on proudly. Gareth sighs. "Okay, I'll confront him one more time, and if he doesn't admit it after this little show, then I'll go through with the plan."

Robin sticks her hand across the counter and Gareth shakes on it. "Eddie should come in around six tomorrow during our shift. Come back before then with your tape or something as an excuse and have at it with the dingus here. But, you'll probably only be able to chat with him because I haven't seen him flirt with someone in a while - not since your dingus showed up. That should be enough to set Eddie off though, right?"

"Absolutely."

Robin laughs and loudly says, "Pleasure doing business with you. We hope to see you back at Family Video soon."

This startles Steve and Eddie out of the trance they put each other in, and Gareth watches with full annoyance as Eddie goes all puppy dog eyes as he sadly says goodbye to Steve.

In the parking lot, Gareth says, "You absolutely-"

And Eddie is quick to interrupt him, "Don't have feelings for him!"

Oh yeah. The plan is on.

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The next day with only a few minutes to spare before Eddie shows up, Gareth returns with his tape and a pulse that is way too high for his own good. When Robin sees him come through the door, she tells Steve that she's taking her break and shoots Gareth a thumbs up.

God, what has he gotten himself into?

He walks up to the counter and slides the tape across. "Hey, I need to return this."

Steve smiles at him politely but frowns when it doesn't ring up.

"I think Robin didn't ring it up for me yesterday. I don't remember paying," Gareth confesses. This is probably yet another part of Robin's genius plan to force them to have a longer interaction.

Steve looks him up and down for a moment then says, "Hey, I know you. You're Gareth. Eddie talks about you all the time, but I didn't know you knew Robin."

And woah, he did not expect Steve Harrington to know a single thing about him. Honestly, he's a bit flattered and even begins to blush a bit. "Yeah, we've had a few band classes together."

"That's cool. What do you play?" Steve presses on, leaning into the counter not in the flirtatious way he does with Eddie, but Gareth thinks as a means to make him more comfortable.

"Drums in the jazz band," he readily admits.

Steve's eyebrows furrow in thought. "I didn't know Hawkins even had a jazz band. I'll have to come see you play sometime."

"Yeah?" Gareth asks in disbelief and a bit of awe. It's Steve Harrington for Christ's sake. Of course, he's going to get a bit taken aback by the fact that he wants anything to do with him. He feels that damn blush again and barely registers the bell to the door ringing behind him.

"Yeah, man," Steve says with a smile. "Sounds cool as shit."

Someone clears their throat behind them and Gareth jumps a bit. He turns quickly to find Eddie fixing him with a look of hurt mixed with rage at the sight of Gareth leaning toward Steve with a damn blush on his face. He's not into him, but he can definitely admit that Steve just has some type of pull to him. But Eddie definitely does not see it that way.

"Gareth, can I talk to you outside?"

Gareth nods and doesn't utter a sound. Oh, he's going to kill him. He's about to die. He absolutely should not have gone through with this plan.

He wanders outside toward Eddie's van and lets Eddie talk first.

"What the fuck was that in there?" Eddie asks with anger in his tone but hurt in his eyes.

Gareth just shrugs in response and waits for Eddie to finally confess that he has feelings for Steve and he needs to back off.

Only, he doesn't. He just stands there staring at Gareth, and for some reason it pisses him off so he pushes. "Just thought that if you didn't have feelings for him then I could take a shot at him."

Eddie's mouth opens and closes until he finally huffs, "Great for you. You have a better chance anyways so good luck to you."

Eddie flips him off and starts heading to the driver's side of his van, but Gareth runs and gets there first. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

Eddie crosses his arms but keeps a scary tension in his shoulders. "I mean that you're not the town freak, so you can have at him!"

Gareth scoffs and digs a finger into his chest. "That's why you won't admit you have feelings for him! You don't think he likes you!"

Eddie's arms fling wide open. "Of course, he doesn't like me! But I'm not about to cry over some bullshit feelings that will never be returned, so let me just have whatever it is between me and him and not have to put this label on how it makes me feel because I don't want to fucking deal with it! Let me live in sweet ignorance!"

"And that's where you're wrong," someone who is not Gareth says.

"Christ!" both Eddie and Gareth say startling back.

Steve stands in front of them with his arms crossed, but he only stares at Eddie. "What was that about bullshit feelings? Because I don't know about you, but I definitely like you."

Eddie's face flushes a bit red as he steps closer to Steve, unable to stay out of his space whenever he's nearby. "My feelings for you aren't bullshit at all. They're just fucking scary as hell, man."

Steve laughs softly and steps into Eddie's space. "You don't think that I've been scared, too? I would've made a move on you weeks ago if you would've said something."

"Well, I'm saying something now," Eddie says with a big smile.

Gareth really doesn't think he should be witnessing this.

Steve's eyes flicker down to Eddie's lips as he huskily says, "You sure are."

Yeah, Gareth has had enough of this shit. "Hey, guys?" Gareth says, interrupting them and ignoring Eddie's hell of a death glare. "Sorry to ruin your moment, but I'm still here. Plus, you're in a public parking lot."

Eddie still glares at him, but Steve nods. "Thanks, Gareth." He turns back to Eddie. "He's right, but luckily for you, I know of this really nice breakroom that has a door that locks. Plus, I was waiting for you to come so I could take my break."

Eddie's sour look drops from his face, and he practically starts buzzing with excitement. "Let's not waste another moment then."

Gareth is truly happy for them, but he doesn't think he ever wants to hear them interact again. But on their way back, Eddie stops and says something then runs back to Gareth and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, man. Thank you for dealing with me, but if I ever see you flirt at Steve again..."

Gareth pulls away from the hug and shoves Eddie's shoulders. "I wasn't flirting! I was talking to him to make you jealous and finally admit your feelings."

"Then what the hell was that blush!"

"He's like royalty! How else am I supposed to act when I find out he knows my name!"

Eddie takes a moment to really stare at Gareth then he gets a weird smile on his face. "You know, Steve knows this guy named Will..."

Gareth shoves Eddie again to cut him off. "Have fun making out with your boyfriend."

Eddie smiles widely then turns to run back to the store. Gareth smiles and watches as the two loudly laugh when they both try to squeeze through the doorway at the same time.

Then, Gareth looks around and realizes that by having his mom drop him off that he has no ride. He sighs and heads back to the store. Maybe he and Robin can celebrate, and she can tell him more about this Will while he waits...

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churipu · 4 months

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CUTIE ! — JJK MEN & THEIR PARTNER WHO WEARS CUTE SOCKS

featuring. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, todo aoi x reader

warnings. none :)

note. i was wearing this really cute pair of socks with very cute frog motives and just got this idea out of nowhere, i kept asking myself how jjk men would react with having a partner who likes to wear cute socks. also for requests, i'm working on them! so they will be coming out one by one anytime soon <33 (and i've been having a todo brainrot lately, we need more fics of him :(( )

ITADORI YUUJI. i feel like yuuji fanboys when he sees you in your cute socks, he clutches onto his chest and just thinks about how he got such a cute partner. and i feel like yuuji will buy you socks when he's out, for a mission, for a hangout, on a date with you. there will at least be one pair of socks that he takes home with him.

yuuji thinks about you so much sometimes he remembers what socks you have and don't have — and every time he sees one that you don't have for sale, he wastes no time in buying them for you.

"baby, look!"

you look at him dangling two matching pom pom purin socks, "you got that for me? oh my gosh, i've been wanting to buy them for some time now! how did you get them?"

"i saw these while i was walking back and immediately thought of you, so i bought it for you!"

yuuji just loves watching you wear cute socks, especially the one he buys for you. he won't stop in buying them for you in the future.

fun fact: he got you a box of sanrio matching socks so the two of you could match.

GOJO SATORU. absolutely. loves. your. collection. he treats them like his own, would gush over how cute they are on you and would try to look for more. gojo is totally that person who sees you wearing them and immediately tries to find the same motive with his size so he could match you.

he wants to match with his partner.

he is so that "matching outfits" type of boyfriend, loves it when you ask him to accompany you to buy more socks. i feel like he would literally drop whatever he's doing even if it's important (unless it's a mission) and just teleports over to you.

"okay, let's go shopping."

"aren't you in a meeting?"

"no, they cancelled." obvious lie, he just didn't want to be left out — he has to be in on it when you get your socks. and if you come home from somewhere with a pair, he'd literally break down.

"you.. how could you do this to me y/n? i trusted you!"

"satoru, i just bought socks! what do you mean?"

"exactly. fake people everywhere i go." big baby. gojo just wants to be there when you buy your socks. period. no more debates.

TODO AOI. have you seen his necklace? it's a picture of his idol and yuuji. but ever since he settled down for you — he changed his idol's picture to a picture of you smiling brightly. he's so in love with you it's cute.

and todo, the first time he finds out you have a cute socks collection was when you invited him over for the very first time into your apartment. and you were wearing these really cute dinosaur printed ones that managed to attract his attention.

and when he asks you about it, you told him you had more.

so now socks are just a daily gift for you, todo would go on missions and come back with at least two pairs. he's out there obliterating curses and comes back with the cutest gift for you (apparently according to his friends, he strolls around after the mission trying to find a shop or two and if he doesn't find it, he buys you something else). what a cutie.

"look, i saw these when i was fighting a curse. so i came back to the shop when my mission was done."

"...you scare me sometimes," you tell him with a nervous smile as he looks at you, arching a brow in confusion, "you're hurt and you still managed to look at cute socks in a fight?"

"anything for you, darling!"

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Injured On Purpose

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pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: just fluff, possibly obsessed harry, mentions of things like cuts/gashes and bruises, kissing

summary: you are a healer in training, one year older than harry, he keeps getting injured while you keep healing him. you start to wonder if he does it on purpose, to which you find your suspicions to be correct - requested by @ashdreams2023

a/n: i absolutely adore this idea!! thank you for sending it love xx (i also didn't know what age you wanted so i just made her a 7th year and him a 6th, hope that's ok :)

song: love me love me say that you love me - the travelling kisses

Harry knew he was done for when he first laid eyes on you in the infirmary.

He had gotten injured during one of his Quidditch matches. He had taken a nasty hit from a bludger.

When he arrived, he figured Madam Pomfrey would be the one to heal him as usual.

However, it was a pleasant surprise when he heard a soft voice and looked up to see a beautiful girl standing before him.

So beautiful that he had to take of his glasses and wipe them clean to make sure he was seeing correctly.

You were oblivious to his dreamy gaze as you scanned over his papers.

"Hello, Mr. Potter-"

"Harry, call me Harry," he quickly says.

"Okay Harry, I'm y/n," you smile at him.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he whispers under his breath.

"Sorry?"

"Oh- um- nothing," Harry blushes.

"Alright, well it seems that your shoulder had been broken. But don't worry, I'll be able to fix it right up in no time," you explain.

You take out your wand and some ointments.

You say some different spells for fixing any broken or cracked bones.

"Do you mind sliding your shirt down just a bit so I can rub this on the bruses?"

"N-no not at all," he stutters and slides it down.

"You are new here? In the hospital wing I mean," he asks as you rub the medicine on him.

"Mhm- well, not that new. I've been here for almost two months. But I want to be a healer when I get out of here, so some of my professors thought it would be helpful if I worked here first," you clarify.

"Oh, well that's brilliant if you ask me!"

"Thank you," you grin.

"What year are you?"

"I'm a seventh year, you're a sixth year right?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"Merlin Ron, you should have seen her," he dramatically sighs.

"Harry, stop being all lovey-dovey," he wacks his best mate in the back of the head.

"But you don't understand. Her hair looks so soft- I think I'm in love," he falls back onto his bed.

"Blimey," Ron shakes his head.

When they went to dinner that night, he let his eyes roam the Great Hall in search for you.

Finally, his eyes landed on your angelic figure as you talked with some of your friends.

He hadn't realized he had been staring until he felt Hermione hit his arm with a book.

"Gosh Harry, I think your drooling," she rolls her eyes and goes back to reading.

He quickly brings his hand up to his mouth to check if Hermione was right. When he realized she was just messing with him he shakes his head and puts it on his hand, resting his elbow on the table.

"Harry, you only talked to her for like ten minutes," Ron glances at you.

"Yeah but it was the best ten minute conversation of my life," he runs a hand through his hair.

Since that day, Harry had purposely gotten injured from things like Quidditch, dueling, and any other things he could think of.

Why he did this, just so he can be sent to the infirmary to see you.

You had thought he showed up often because he was just a clumsy boy.

Over the visits you have grown to know each other well. You had become somewhat close.

Whenever Ron or Hermione told him that he should stop, he brushed it off by saying, "she's a pretty girl and a guy has got to do what hes got to do!"

He loved when you would have to rub any type of liniment on him, just to feel your warm and soft hands on his skin.

While you were busy writing things down, he would stare at your precious, pink, plump lips. He begged Merlin to one day be able to kiss those lips. He often dreamt about what it would be like as your boyfriend.

Today was another day where he had been hit with a spell that caused some gashes on his stomach.

He was laying in bed, waiting for his lovely healer to come in.

Soon enough, he sees you stroll through the doors as you make your way over to his bed.

"Harry Potter! What brings you here today," you greet with a bright smile playing on your lips.

"Hello, love, just some cuts on my stomach," he informs you.

You blush at the name and nod your head.

"Do you mind lifting your shirt for me?"

He happily complies and brings up his shirt, revealing his toned stomach to you. You tried your best not to look like you were checking him out, you were also glad no one else was in the room to notice.

"Oh Harry what happened," you gasp as your eyes land on the bloody wounds.

"Oh- uh- I was hit with a spell," he tells you.

"I'm sorry," you frown.

"No need to apologize"

"This might hurt a bit," you warn him as you get a medicine covered cloth to clean the injury.

You finish wiping his cuts and put a bandage over them. You sit in the chair that was next to his bed and look at him.

"You know, you come here at least twice a week," you start as he stares at your pretty eyes. "Is there any reason you are always getting hurt?"

"Oh- er, no, um..." Harry rubs his neck nervously as he suddenly avoids eye contact with you.

"You... you're not getting injured on purpose are you?"

"What?" Harry laughs nervously. "Of course not!"

Realization fills your head, it all makes sense now. Your friends told you he was always admiring you in the Great Hall, he always had a pink blush on his cheeks when you would look at him intensely, and you had heard him ranting to his friends over some girl.

You stand up and sit on the bed. "Are you sure there isn't another reason?"

"Well- umm- maybe there is one," he fidgets with fingers as he looks out the window.

"Yeah? And what would that reason be?"

"Isortakindafancyyou," he rushes out so fast you couldn't understand.

"I have no clue what you just said," you tilt your head with a small smile.

"I sorta kinda fancy you," Harry blushes as he looks you in your eyes.

"Do you now," you whisper as your face moves closer to his.

"Y-yeah," he mumbles while staring as you lips.

"Well, then I suppose you might want to know that I sorta kinda fancy you too," you say, glancing at his lips as well.

He can't take it any longer. He reaches a hand behind your neck and pulls your lips towards his.

He sits up while keeping your mouths connected. He cannot seem to get enough of your warm, soft lips.

His tongue slides into your mouth and you almost let out a moan from how passionate the kiss is.

Eventually, you slowly pull back, leaving his mouth trying to follow yours. Both of you are breathing heavy while wearing smiles.

"You are a great kisser," Harry says breathlessly.

"Not too bad yourself, Harry," you grin. "I'm sorry, I have to go, but we should do this again sometime," you stand up and go to turn around.

"Wait," he stays and he grabs your wrist gently. "Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime?" Harry kisses your hand.

"I would love to," you beam, bending down to peck his lips.

"Brilliant! How about this saturday?"

"Sounds perfect, bye Harry," you wave walking out of the room.

Harry licks his lips, wishing yours were on them again. He closes his eyes and falls back onto the pillows with a dreamy smile.

When Harry got back, Ron and Hermione never heard the end of it.

#nina writes 🤭💗#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter fluff #gryffindor #harry james potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry james potter x reader #harry james potter x you #nurse #x reader #x reader oneshot #x y/n

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somewhereincairparavel · 24 days

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🐚 Daughter of Neptune headcanons list 🌊 Part Two..

note: dam this was superrr long aswell, I hope I didn't bore y'all lol, I really enjoyed writing this actually! Again, this is the continuation of my first fic, this mostly includes big brother percy! x reader, and yes there will be a part 3 aswell, that focuses more on reader x bf! Jason, gosh I was not expecting this to become an actual series LOL! This part is mostly Percy centric! Also, i wasn't expecting my first hc list to get that many notes?? Like 72 notes is a LOT for me especially if it's for something that I've never done before! So thank you!

•Jason's disappearance would drive you INSANE. I'm not even kidding, those 6 months would be the worst you've ever had. Almost as bad as Annabeth, and it's not just because your maybe-boyfriend disappeared. It's because your sleep was PLAGUED with nightmares about this mysterious lady who called herself the earth mother. She kept trying to recruit you to her side. Gaia was trying to make you join her. But you didn't even know that it was Gaia, at that point.

• Since you were linked to the earthen side of Neptune, and Gaia wanted ALL forces of earth to join her against demigods, you were her main target, along with Percy and Jason. You'd be the easiest to manipulate amongst all big three children , since your powers reeked of earth.

•You anxiously told Reyna about these nightmares, but she waved off the suspicion as stress, with you being unnerved about Jason’s whereabouts or something.

•You also got dreams about a teenage boy with black hair, wandering around the streets of San Francisco helplessly, something about this boy felt super tranquil (yes it's Percy lol)

•And don't get me started about the senators' uproar about their praetor’s disappearance. Conspiracies swirled around the whole camp.

•Octavian was NOT helping the matters, the guy was such a drama king. He cooked up this wild story that YOU were the reason Jason disappeared, taking advantage of the point that Jupiter and Neptune were rivals to give himself an upper hand in his argument.

•He also latched on to the point that all of these atrocities were happening because YOU were a bad omen to camp, which unfortunately, convinced the whole senate. The whole camp now hates you more than ever.

•And guess what happened? You weren't even a full centurion anymore. Ppl thought you would lead your cohort to conspire against everyone, so they forced poor Reyna to transfer the centurion-ship to Gwendolyn.

•Octavian also deliberately refused to look for Jason because he was happy to get rid of the son of Jupiter.

•Nico and Reyna were your only support systems at this point. Reyna elected you as the unofficial praetor (not that she told anyone else, of course, this was a secret between you both, she needed another praetor in place of jason, and she badly wanted it to be you, but the senators begged to differ) so you were secretly helping Reyna to help reinforcements to look for Jason.

• Nico would actually be such a big comfort to you. Bringing you coca cola from McDonald’s while you both just sat in silence in pluto's shrine wallowing in sadness lol

•Okay okay I'm yapping so much, so here comes the best part. The most anticipated one. Your brother Percy Jackson's arrival.

•You actually weren't in camp when he dramatically came by, you were in Temple hill, trying to convince a thick headed octavian to burn his god damn bears and issue a prayer to Jupiter about Jason. That jerk was so stubborn. So you were practically yelling at each other.

•That's also EXACTLY when Percy and Hazel get sent to Octavian by Reyna. So while they were approaching you, you were just in shock and stopped mid way from the argument you and Octavian were currently having and stared at Percy. He was the same boy in your dreams.

• This strange boy had worn the same expression as he stared at you. Shock. Unbeknownst to you, Percy had been having dreams about your wispy face as well.

• Hazel told Percy about you after he dramatically charged into camp as a child of Neptune. Percy would actually be SO excited when he finds out that he has a sister in this mysterious camp.

• But TWO children of Neptune? At the same place? Same time? This all brought on such an uproar amongst campers

• Octavian had practically hardwired the whole “Neptune children are unlucky” thing into ppls mind so much that everyone was worried that Percy's arrival meant something bad was happening.

• When Percy met you though, he'd actually find you very closed off and rigid. But he cannot help being soft around you, since you were practically his younger sister.

• You'd deliberately avoided him a little. Because you were SO overwhelmed with everything. How did you dream about your nonexistent brother before you actually knew he existed? You actually had a hard time trusting him with everything going on, so you'd act a little cold around him for the first day. Even Reyna would notice your lack of enthusiasm when you welcomed Percy to your legion.

• But you failed to intimidate Percy. like miserably. You'd shoot him grumpy looks, only to find him smiling back at you. You felt kind of bad now. Since Percy looked like he badly wanted to talk to you.

• so. You planned a secret excursion. You were both in the same cohort, so you had no problem tapping Percy on the shoulder at lunch, and told him to meet you at your dad's shrine at around 12 AM.

• Percy was super confused at your sudden offer but he obliged anyway out of curiosity.

• so he'd be walking around the shrine like a lost puppy, admiring how new his dad's statue looked. Hazel had told him about your efforts to bring glory to Neptune, and how you'd never miss a day to clean his shrine, and percy'd admire that. Like a lot. He knew there's more to you than what people said about you in camp.

• "Good old dad huh?" You'd say as you came inside the shrine, startling Percy so bad that he'd trip on his own shoelace.

• That shit was hilarious as hell lol making you holler with laughter.

• He'd be super embarassed but would totally laugh along with you.

• Okay so the first few minutes would be painfully awkward. I mean, what do you say to your long lost sibling you never knew you had?

• But Percy would interrupt by telling you that he'd had dreams of you. Which shocked you to the core. Because you had them aswell, that piece of information would leave him shocked aswell.

• So after this info dump, the conversation after would flow so naturally?? Like where did all the awkwardness go? You'd both talk about everything, you'd tell Percy about Jason (though you kinda left out the boyfriend bit lolz) and he'd tell you about Annabeth.

• You'd walk Percy around the streets of New Rome, breaking curfew, like you always did, as you told him "well you deserved a proper sisterly tour of the city yesterday, I'm sorry I didn't give you that, I just had a lot on my mind, I DO want to get to know you more, you are my brother, after all".

• All of these words would leave Percy overwhelmed tbh. He'd been so scared that you wouldn't talk to him, and that you may not want have a sibling dynamic with him. But he was wrong. You were still a little awkward, but you were trying. And that made him feel a rush of brotherly affection for you. You were nothing like the scary/grumpy heartless girl you were perceived to be by the other campers.

• the whole excursion-with-your-brother-to-bond with-him thing actually worked. You had no idea what you were doing, but it worked. You got to know stuff about him, even though he barely remembered a thing, and as much as you hated to admit it, you sort of overshared with him. The bullying you faced at camp, how everyone called you names, scoffed at you, how Octavian was being. well. Octavian. Your dad not noticing you, So all in all, you shared basically everything with guy. And no, you still left out the boyfriend detail, he ain't gonna know about that lol

• It actually helped you get those things off of your chest. But at the same time, you had too much fun maintaing the grumpy mean girl persona, and now that you've given him your tragic villian backstory, you no longer had the "mystery" aura around you anymore, and you were sure Percy thought of you as a small marshmallow he needed to protect. You didn't need protecting.

• And you were SO right, Percy got super protective the next day, the change was SO visible, that even Reyna noticed and asked you about it.

• you kept the sibling excursion trip a secret though lol no way were you scrubbing the streets with toothbrushes again. You'd broken enough rules.

• So now, the curfew thing just became an inside joke between you guys lol

• Percy would SO introduce you to blue food. Tell me he wouldn't.

• Okay so after loads of protesting and senate Mayhem, you'd go on the quest to free thanatos, along with Percy, Hazel and Frank, where you also found out that you were a part of the prophecy. You'd discover that you and Percy's powers would work SO well together.

• You both would look like a power duo in all honesty, you'd cause the earth around you to tremble, while Percy made the waves accelerate. Frank and Hazel almost fainted omg

• Octavian was SO sure you were going to fail the quest.

• Jokes on him, his expression when you and Percy rode on Mrs O Leary, carrying the golden eagle together, screaming "Twelfth Legion! Fulminata!" was hilarious. He looked angry, shocked and murderous all at the same time.

• I kid you not, The amount of celebration you and Percy got after you came back was insane. You were both elected as praetor the same day. Yes, I know there can only be 2, but at that point, not even Octavian could deny the fact that you both deserved praetorship. (Sucks that it only lasted a few days before you guys ran off to the argo ii)

• Percy's arrival had helped you as a person, and helped restore glory to your father Neptune and the twelfth legion. All of a sudden, Neptune children, were regarded as lucky charms. You both would definitely go down in the Camp Jupiter history reports as the sibling duo who restored the golden eagle to Rome again, after many many years.

• okay now that the plot centric stuff with Percy is over, lemme just add a few extra stuff.

• you and Percy would have SUCH different auras, it was actually hilarious. You'd be dark and broody, Percy would be calm and serene (well, most of the time) which was GOOD. Bc if you both were mad, then I'll send the world some thoughts and prayers, mostly prayers. Since it would end in an avalanche mess.

• also, i forgot to mention, you broke your imperial gold sword in the quest, that left you shattered. Bc that sword held memories. But in return? You got something SO much better.

• Your good old father, Neptune, had appeared in the praetorship ceremony, (leaving Octavian terrified) and congratulated you and Percy for being "such a pride symbol" for him (Percy got SO mad, like oh. NOW you notice us pops?) but yeah, Neptune, told you that your efforts to restore glory to him was very much noticed ad appreciated, by him.

• Neptune had given you something else as a replacement for your sword. It was a pearl bracelet but when you tapped it twice, It turn into this unique aqua coloured metal, that would transform into any sort of weapon you wanted. But the catch, is that it could only be one weapon at a time. This was eerily similar to Jason's coin-sword and Percy's Riptide.

• Percy had sassed the hell out of Neptune on your behalf though lol I mean, the guy has every right to be angry, His sister was neglected for SO long?

• in a way, percy also felt super guilty bc now tha he got his memories back, he knew Poseidon would visit him a lot, but his Roman side never visited his other child up until this point? He felt like he had a privilege you didn't.

• Sally would totally love you. She'd coddle you as much as she does percy tbh.

Update: part three is just out!

https://www.tumblr.com/somewhereinhogsmeade/746677981633724416/daughter-of-neptune-headcanons-list-part?source=share

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floydira · 4 months

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back at it again at Krispy Kreme.

Hello again!! It's me the silly anon (☆—(≧⁠▽°)★~) I have another request. I was kinda thinking about another Floyd x transmasc reader one shot idea and I thought to myself "hey! Wouldn't it be could if they had a egg (baby) together?" :3.

This doesn't have to be NSFW/smut at all and you don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it (obvi, I don't think I can force you into writing this (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) ). Anyway, thank you!!!!! - anon ☆—(≧⁠▽°)★~

(p.s. I loved the other fic, it was great :3)

₊˚﹒✶﹒Taking Care Of Our Own .ᐟ

floyd having a baby with transmasc reader.

heads up! established relationship, usage of endearment terms, parenthood & a baby.

note ; hello silly anon!! this was a cute request. ngl this was kind of hard for me bc I don't really experience writing about parent stuff 😭 but I tried my best. I might make a continuation of this with the relationship between floyd and the reader with the baby and their dynamic, if you want.

floyd woke up with a mixed coloured egg in his hair, he was surprised at first.

he immediately talked to you about the egg, how excited but nervous he was and was eager to hear your viewpoint about it.

"we're having a baby! It would be so pleasant to take care of our own baby, but I'm so nervous. what if I mess up?" he said to you.

"I'm sure you won't, love. you've already done a good job loving me and taking care of me, I'm sure you'll do a good job for our baby too. plus, you won't be alone! I'll be right here with you, along the way. we can do this!" you reassure him while holding his hands.

"you're right. it's funny, I'm usually the one who says stuff like that yet you're the one saying my things back to me. thanks, honey." he gives you a warm smile as he leans in to hug you, a little tighter than usual. you take notice of that and pat his back gently.

It's been a few days since floyd first woke up with the egg in his hair. he hasn't informed any of his brothers yet about his situation. for now, only you and him know. he says he's saving it to tell when the egg finally hatches.

you were both doing your own stuff. with you cooking and floyd writing inside his journal.

you call floyd over to eat as you've finished cooking. he comes in and sits down across from you.

while you both ate, you decided to ask,

"so when's the egg gonna hatch anyway? do you have any idea?"

"not really, hun. I'm not too sure about it eith–" he gets cut off by the sound of something.

"Is that the egg?" you ask him.

floyd puts his hand in his hair and brings the egg out. lo and behold, the egg is moving– or well– shaking.

"oh gosh, it's happening!" floyd exclaims.

you both watch the egg shaking as it slowly cracked, your baby pops out!

it has traits from both you and floyd mixed together.

you suddenly hear sobs coming from floyd. you tear your eyes away from the baby that floyd is cradling to look up at him. his eyes filled with tears, happy tears.

you chuckle lightly, "oh, you baby..." you say to him as you wipe his tears away.

both of your hearts were warm and filled with joy as you stared at your own little baby that just hatched.

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It's been a week since your baby hatched from the egg. only now have you and floyd invited his brothers, along with poppy.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" poppy screams excitedly. she's playing with the baby's tiny hands and fingers, talking to it in a baby voice.

"It's so cute! agh, you guys made the cutest baby I've ever seen!" poppy remarks, while cradling the baby in her arms.

"well, of course, it came from me and floyd. two hotties together make a cute baby." you state playfully, with a subtle wink towards floyd. floyd only giggles with his cheeks slightly heated.

"have you guys named it yet?" john dory asks.

"nope, but we're thinking about it." floyd answers.

"ooh! ooh! name suggestions! how about indigo, or eden?!" poppy suggests, bouncing lightly.

"what about haven? it has a nice touch to it." branch spoke.

"what do you think, hun?" floyd turns to you, with a smile visible on his face.

you thought deeply about it, "I think haven does have a nice ring to it." you affirmed.

you notice branch subtly light up from you considering his suggestion.

"ooh, bummer...I wanted my one to be picked." poppy mutters to herself.

"have you already prepared yourself for parenthood, floyd?" bruce asks.

floyd chuckles awkwardly, "to be honest, not really, but I think I'll manage."

bruce pats floyd on the shoulder, "if you need any advice, you know who to go to."

bruce gives him a singular finger gun.

"if your kid wants to visit putt putt village sometime, feel free to come." clay states

"will do, clay, will do." floyd replies.

after a while of conversing and hanging out, with some of them playing with your baby, floyd's brothers, along with poppy finally leave your humble abode, leaving you and floyd alone together. with the baby, of course.

"you thinking what I'm thinking" you say to floyd while moving your eyebrows up and down mischievously.

floyd rolls his eyes and shakes his head while grinning like a lovesick fool in denial playfully as a nonverbal reply to what you said. he hugs the baby closer in his arms and intertwines his hands in yours.

#brozone #brozone x reader #dreamworks trolls #floyd x reader #trolls floyd x reader #trolls imagines #trolls headcanons #headcanons #floyd headcanons #x readers #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls x reader

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thewinterpillarhashira · 10 days

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i owe everyone a smol collection and commentary to wips/scraps i did before, during and after the fime i went into ur average cliche hollywood cringe emo phase

^^ THIS. oh my god, where do i even start about this.

MY GOSH this was like, the last thing i did b4 i fully succumbed to burn out as a whole LMAO

i made this becoz i got inspired by marc brunet doing yoneyama mai’s style vid that passed by my feed as i scrolled through hoards wanting even a single dose of motivation to prevent what i knew was an upcoming artblock.

and y’know me, i HEART yoneyama sm. so seeing that was my absolutely yumyum cup of tea—temporarily 😭

u see, EVERYTHING WAS GOING SO WELL⁉️ until i reached my limit at (unsurprisingly) hair shading.

needless to say, this was scrapped becaz—sure, the idea was overall wonderful—but the way i did the blue moon weed flower and the lighting was just NOT it for me at all. nuh uh (i essentially went through a major sob story era after this BUT i convinced myself it was just a phase—and guess what? IT WAS!! showed myself i own me n i do me 🗣️ WHOS THE ALPHA⁉️😈)

(..i aint ever physically, mentally, emotionally nor spiritually recovering from typing that.^)

^basically, after struggling to find myself for a while, i soon fortunately managed to get back to it in the slightest!;) andddd so, recently, i alas decided to do something just for me.

no more frieren fridays(+apothecary dairies) were honestly hella extra upsetting when it happened during an existential crisis moment. but hey, i got to finally draw some characs i rlly love!

these are some 30 min warmups to both challenge and to have fun myself considering its been quite some time since ive picked up my pencil and done smth worth my while.

personally content with this. moreover, it genuinely helped a lot for me to start drawing stuff again;)

^now a quick sketch i did with a palette that was somewhat out of my comfort zone.

if you’d notice, i usually use pastel colors when i do things—which i realized as i reminisced my journey and the friends we made along the wa-

in short this was a lil tryout i didto NOT do’at 💪

nothing much to say here other than that this is my forgotten genshin oc whom is now practically a test dummy for me to use whenever i have to experiment colors bcuz she doesn’t have an official one (yet…jk thats never happening sux to be her 😂🤣)

^notbing much I've got to complain about here

it's literally just a mulihaohao art style study

with ri as stelle lmao

i merely got too lazy to get it done

will prob finish....ext year-

..last but DEFO the least, a hu tao with miku fit sketch i ditched

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coolprettyleo · 1 month

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talk of the town - starlight au

tw: lowkey cringe. if ur not into it lmk lowk...

wc: 1.4k

will smith x influencer/ d'amelio sister au

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dylan couldn't believe the shit day she was having. she had woken up late and missed her pilates class, then she spilt coffee all over her laptop, and right now she was fifteen minutes late to her music class. it was her first ever day of college too.

even though she was having a horrible day, she was still dressed cute. she decided she wanted to start taking her school more seriously. and that meant actually going to class.

the thing about dylan though is that she didn't need school. she had over one hundred million followers on all platforms. she was what someone would call an influencer.

influencers usually didn't continue with school if they didn't need to so when dylan decided to still attend college it was a shock to a lot of people; including her family.

her family were all also influencers and didn't decide to attend college; rather deciding to work on their brand instead. a brand that dylan opted out of, she had decided to enter marketing at boston college.

she entered her music class to find that there was no less than twenty five students inside. thats what happens when you attend a private college! dylans strategy her whole life was to always sit in the back of classes. (it was easier to skip class and just lie to the professor and say you were there)

there was one seat left where three other boys sat. she set her stuff down. the boys giving her an odd look, not thinking anyone was going to take that last seat between them or probably trying to figure out why the hell she looked so familiar. dylan got that look often.

the professor though was deep in lecture about their upcoming assignment and dylan was too busy trying to find a top for her upcoming brand dinner in New York. she was pulled out of her own little world when the professor noticed she was not listening and had missed the introduction part of class and decided to call her out on it.

she felt a tap from the boy next to her getting her attention because it seemed the professor had been calling her.

"oh my gosh im so sorry what" she said removing an AirPod and sheepishly looking at the class who all seemed to be either smiling at her or giving her dirty looks.

"since you decided to grace us with your presence introduce yourself please" she said pointing to a slide that stated what exactly to say.

"uhm... im dylan. im from connecticut but I've been living in LA for the past four years, and im a marketing major" she said awkwardly feeling like everyone was judging her.

"alright thank you miss dylan. I want to see the title slide of the assignment done before I dismiss you guys" she said.

the three boys she sat with seemed to be life long friends and she was feeling a bit left out. she had zoned them out till she heard them whispering to each other.

"ask her"

"no thats weird"

"ill ask"

"your tiktok famous huh"

she looked up to a freckled boy her while the dark haired boy giggled and the blonde haired boy cringed.

"uhm, yeah... I guess" she said awkwardly. she really didn't know what to say.

"nice" he said going back to working on his assignment.

she smiled awkwardly and looked at the other two boys. who looked like they were cringing about their friends actions. the dark haired boy seemed to let it go and work on his assignment while the blonde one spoke up.

"im sorry about him, ryan doesn't know how to talk to girls"

"yes I do! if I didn't how would I of pulled frankie" ryan says.

"she basically pulled you" gabe quipped back.

dylan just giggled along to their battering. they seemed funny.

"he's fine. a lot of people don't realize its me in real life but instead just stare at me trying to figure out why I look so familiar, and thats creepier to me"

"well we knew it was you because everyones been saying you go here" ryan told her.

oh god it was a hot topic?

"people talk about it?" she said grossed out.

"yeah, but like no one ever sees you for some reason"

"I did online classes and lived in LA last semester" she told them. it was true, her family was filming their Hulu show and it didnt make sense for her to leave mid-way through filming.

"do you live on campus?" the blonde one asked her again. he seemed like the quiet and calmer one of the three boys.

hes hot

"no, I live in beacon hill, the city"

"why didnt you dorm" gabe nosily asked.

"I didn't think it would be too fun to share an apartment with random girls at first but now I regret it, because I have no friends here" she honestly told them.

"oh my god! my girlfriend has no friends!" ryan said loudly. which made will, gabe, and the people around them to laugh.

"im telling her you said that" will smiled mischievously at him.

"shutup smitty. we have a game tonight and she usually sits alone or with my parents but they're not coming tonight so she'd probably like the company!" ryan said. he was honestly just trying to do a nice thing. he knew frankie struggled with the fact she had no girl friends; even though she said it was fine, and dylan seemed nice.

"game?" Dylan said confused.

"oh ya! we play hockey" the freckled boy answered.

"oh thats cool!" dylan said. she had attended a couple games recently due to the fact her sister was dating an NHL player.

"im will, thats gabe, and ryan" the blonde one said pointing the dark haired boy and the freckled one.

"im dylan. and what's your girlfriends number, id be down to go" she said to the freckled one.

"here" he said writing it down and handing her a crumpled paper.

"her names frankie by the way"

"okay, ill text her after class" she said smiling getting back to work.

"what's your major?" will asked her. he didn't want the conversation to end for some reason. she was lowkey his celebrity crush since he was like fourteen and they first started getting famous.

"marketing. you?"

"communications"

"your quite the communicator then" she said.

oh my gosh dylan you sound pathetic what the hell even is a communicator?

what didnt help was that will looked clueless and Ryan and gabe seemed to be biting back a smile acting like they weren't listening.

"im sorry?"

"like, you like communications- like the major" dylan said, trying to save herself but digging an even deeper and awkwarder hole, turning as red as a tomato.

"uhm ya, I didn't really know what major to pick coming in" he said smiling at her. a smile that dylan liked to see.

"well what do you want to be?"

"a hockey player."

"oh... too bad hockey isn't a major huh" she said chuckling at her own joke while ryan and gabe gave her funny looks except will of course, who was laughing at the joke like it was the funniest thing ever said. (thats what your supposed to do when your crush tells a joke)

"and what do you want to be"

"honestly, I dont know. I just want to have the degree so I can have more of a say in the brands I deal with, and all that"

"so you want the knowledge" gabe said, since he's been listening.

"yeah, basically" she said. making eye contact with will who looked to be studying her a bit.

he knew she wanted to say more but seemed to be putting up a wall which was understandable seeing as she just met these boys twenty mins ago.

"well im all done." she said closing up her laptop and standing up.

"maybe ill see you guys later!" she said waving to them.

"look for 6" will said to her.

"six what?" she said confused.

"what?" he said equally confused now

"six of what" she said cluelessly.

"like the number six" he said smiling awkwardly.

"oh!! omg I knew that! okay!" she said grabbing her bag and waving bye to them.

gabe and ryan gave each other a knowing look before immediately chirping will.

"you are such a flirt"

"that was painful"

"and he said I dont know how to talk to girls"

"shutup guys" he said packing his stuff away before leaving. hoping to see her in the stands tonight. her personality was even cuter.

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im so sorry for not uploading! I just keep overthinking everything so I end up just deleting it! but thats just a me problem lol. but I hope u guys like this au. I plan to the it all together.

#nhl imagine #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #nhl imagines #will smith hockey #bc hockey #hockey fic #will x dylan!!#will smith x reader #gabe perreault x reader #ryan leonard x reader

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

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Are request still open if not ignore me,

Carmy x y/n , so carmy wanna propose and wanted make it perfect like every ingredients for the proposal dinner is best of the best, burt he was so stressed that he just forget that y/n I allergic to one ingredients .

Allergic

It was supposed to be a calm and peaceful evening. Carmen had been planning for it for what felt like ages. He was going to propose. Finally. After keeping the ring he had gotten to you in his sock drawer for months. Well, Carmy was sure he was going to marry you after your first date, that was solid five years ago. But things kept coming up. Or he would chicken out last minute. Or the moment just didn't end up feeling right.

At first, he was sure he wanted to make it big. Fly you out somewhere finally. Do the whole walking down the beach during a sunset nonsense. But it wasn't you two. Nothing about that screamed you. You and your friends offended joked that you two were a seventy-year-old couple. Opting almost always to stay back and enjoy the comfort of your home then go out till unholy hours.

So, now Carmen found himself in the kitchen of the three-room apartment. In a button-up shirt that he never wore at home before but it only felt fitting to do so now. The dining table was already prepared. A bottle of wine standing on it. Candles were lit throughout the place. Not to mention that Carmen had bought you the biggest bouquet of red roses he could find.

It was odd but he found himself almost unable to chop the onions the way he always did. His hands were shaking. He was so lost in himself that it was shocking that he hadn't burnt the whole building down, or cut himself in the process. Everything was slowly coming together. Carmen glanced at the clock - you would be home any minute. He tapped his back pocket. Something he had been doing all evening. Just to make sure that the ring hadn't disappeared magically.

His thoughts were cut short as he heard the sound of your keys dangling. His nerves picked up even more. What if he would mess up his words? What if you thought this wasn't even? Fuck, should he have flown you out somewhere? Paris? Women love Paris, right? And now... now you would say no and he... Carmen felt your hands sneaking around his middle as you pressed yourself against his back.

"What's all of this now?", you muttered, the warmth of your boyfriend's back making you let out a happy sigh, "Are we waiting for someone? Shit, did I forget something...", you breathed out, pulling away. A light frown forms, before Carmen shakes his head as he cups your cheek, "No, just us. It's been a while since we had a date night". You glanced around. Gosh, this man never failed to surprise you. You bit your lip, shaking your head slightly, "You went all out... Have you done something and now are trying to lessen the consequences?", you looked at him suspiciously. Carmen had once baled your eclairs just so later on when he brought out your shrunken sweater frowning would fall flat. He laughed, "Yeah, we will have to talk about it...", you gasped, "Oh, no, you have done something". Both of you snickered.

The evening was beautiful. The main meal was superior as always. The conversation was easy. It was surprising how even after five years together you two still made one another giddy and crimson red. Or how the way Carmen slowly rubbed your knuckles as you spoke made you feel so much joy. Time wasn't a concept you two could grasp when you were together so you weren't sure what time it was when Carmen had brought out the dessert. He said something about how he wanted to try something new since this was a special evening.

You had barely eaten a couple of bites when Carmen suddenly lowered his spoon and pushed his chair back. Your eyes were now on him as he stepped to the side of the table. "What are you...", but you didn't get to finish your sentence as he sank to one knee. "My love", Carmen breathed out and your hand instantly came to rest on your mouth. "I've been wanting... No, I... I just knew that I was going to marry you for ages", Carmen shook his head, "You were always going to be my one and only". You bit the inside of your cheek fighting your own emotions when a tickling sensation started to a ticking sensation in your throat.

"I know that I'm not perfect but you make me want to be better", Carmen continued, just the itching increased and you found yourself coughing slightly. Your chest feels tight all of a sudden. "I know it's a lot to ask but will you...", Carmen got cut off by another caught as your hand reached for your throat, "Y/N?", his tone sounded worried. You felt your eyes getting itchy too, nose starting to run. You glanced back at the table, "Epipen", you breathed out and Carmen's face ran white. No, surely he couldn't have put something you were allergic to into the meals. He knew the whole list of products you couldn't have and he... then it hit him. The nut flower he got. He didn't double-check the back. And it wasn't the usual kind he bought, because the store had run out of it. "Fuck", he cursed under his breath as she rushed back to you EpiPen in hand. "Breath in for me", he said without a second thought, "Fuck, that's stupid shit to say, sorry, fuck, love", he was a mess now. Lord, and he wanted to marry you? He caused you a whole ass allergic reaction. Pressing the tip of the pen to your thigh Carmen waited for the clicking sound. Your face had gotten puffy. He knew the injection would help but the moment he saw your breathing evening out, he rushed to grab his car keys to bring you to the hospital.

The extra pills to reduce the allergic reactions caused you to fall asleep while the doctors finished running the final exams. They had put the oxygen mask on you just in case. But all of this looked like the worst nightmare to Carmen. It's because of his stupidity that you were here. He sat in the chair beside you. Richie was blowing up his phone. He knew that Carmen was going to propose and when he didn't get a single response on how it went he grew worried and well... rightfully so.

Carmen heard rustling in the bed, his eyes snapping to you instantly. You were blinking slowly. Carmen leaned closer to brush his fingers over your forehead. You reached up to lower the oxygen mask but Carmen caught your hand, "I don't think it's good...", "Yes", you murmured. Carmen looked at you for a minute, "Yes". He shook his head not understanding what you meant exactly. "Yes, what love?", he said softly. "Yes, to marrying you", you muttered, "Since I don't remember saying that". Carmen let out choked-out chuckles, "I think you should say no, considering that I put you in a hospital". You frowned at his words, "We will have a great story to tell to our kid". Carmen met your eyes, debating something for a moment. He reached into his back pocket, and grabbed the velvet box, snapping the lid open. You gasped at the sight of the ring. It was perfect. Perfect. Although you couldn't imagine finding anything less than perfect when it came from Carmen.

"So, even after I nearly killed you, Y/N Y/L/N will you do me an honor and be my wife?", Carmen said softly, words barely a whisper. You nodded quickly, "I will, no matter what", you smiled at him sweetly, before a shortness of breath hit you and you quickly lifted the oxygen mast to your nose. Carmen frowned, but still moved to put the ring on your finger. "God, I feel like such an idiot...", he shook his head, "Ei... at least I can say that I got proposed to in a hospital. That's unique in my books", you snickered, "Don't you freaking joke about it", Carmen pointed a finger at you, yet he himself had a light smile on his face. Relieved now that you seemed to be feeling better.

#carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto x you #the bear #the bear x reader #the bear x you #the bear imagine #the bear tv show

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btslil-bbyboy · 7 days

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Hazbin Baby

Pilot

Part 4 Male reader insert! Warning: Language Continuation of Part 3

“Well, this just won't do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.” Alastor, holds up his cane, snapping his finger once.

A new fireplace has replaced the old tattered one.

You hold on to your mamá as the fire that puffs out scares you.

Vaggie holds you close, a hand smoothing down your back in reassurance as she watches Alastor picking up a small figure that’s covered in soot.

The figure shakes off the layer, an eye opening.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduces, dropping the small woman.

“Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends! Why're you all women?” Niffty picks up Charlie with ease, surprising everyone there beside Alastor, who already knows about the lady and you, who just watches the new sinner in amusement.

“Are there any men here?! I'm sorry, that's rude. Oh, look a baby. Hi baby!” She waves at you once she puts down your mommy.

“Oooh, man! This place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch!” Nifty looks around before crushing a spider.

“Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense. Oh, my gosh! This is awful!” She speed cleans throughout the hotel a feather duster in hand.

“Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” She spots a roach, stabbing it with a sewing pin before dipping to clean more.

You watch the small lady scurrying around, the popsicle in your hand finally dropping from its thin stick. The sound of your sugary treat seems to capture the lady’s attention as she runs up and cleans the floor before looking up at you.

“Hey!” Vaggie yelps as Niffty snatches you down and starts to wipe you off with a rag.

Startled, you squirm around but the little sinner doesn’t budge at your effort.

“Dirty baby. Be clean.” She states, nodding once she deems you clean, running off.

“I ain't doing no fucking charity job.”

A new voice snaps your attention from the little sinner.

“Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment! With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming! ...If you wish.” Alastor reveals a bar that doesn’t match the hotel but it seems new and improved. Not only that, his magic reveals a bottle of alcohol on top of the counter once he’s done messing with Husk.

“What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?! Well, you can!” Husk goes to grab the bottle, already tired of arguing with the redhead.

“Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! No! No bar, no alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of mouth…brothel…man cave! Plus we have a baby in the vicinity.” Vaggie stands in front of the bar before Angel pushes her away.

“SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! We are keeping this!” Angel leans on the counter, flirty eyes racking up the gloomy cat sinner.

“Hey~”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Only if you watch me.” Angel quickly replies, eyes fluttering at the man.

Seeing a new place to venture, you run behind the counter.

“Shit!” Husk cursed out in surprise as he spilled his booze when you ran in between his legs.

“So, whaddaya think?” Alastor asks, watching Charlie with a sharp eye.

“This is amazing!” She replies, rubbing her cheeks excitedly.

“It's... okay.” Vaggie shrugs, not wanting to show how impressed she is as she grabs you from behind the counter of the bar.

“Hahaha! This is going to be very entertaining!” Alastor brings the little family of three together.

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 15

Everything will be Okay

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Previous part: Cinnamon Roll Next Part: Crawl Home to You

Word Count: 6,979

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of medical equipment, loss, abuse, PTSD, anxiety and depression.

"This is the worst thing I've ever done" Steve complained, puffing out short winded breaths as he worked at the table opposite you.

He decided he wanted to learn how to bake bread after watching you do it so many times. The patiences and techniques behind the art intrigued him, and there was no one better to learn from than you, the best of the best.

You laughed as you watched him struggle to knead the dough on the floured counter facing yours. His cheeks were turning pink and his dough was still shaggy and lumpy, he was completely envious of yours already becoming smooth and bouncy. "Don't look at mine, it's unfair to you. I have experience, comparison is going to kill all your confidence."

"My arms hurt" Steve emphasized.

"Your arms pulled an in-flight helicopter into the top of a building, and single handedly ended World War II. I'm pretty sure they can handle an artisan loaf, Baby." You smiled.

"How long have we been kneading?" He puffed out.

You peaked at the clock, "mmmm, 3 minutes."

"How long do we need to do this?"

"Usually 10"

"Okay, well, you must have arms of steel because this is impossible."

"I believe in you!" You encouraged him. "Use the heels of your palms, push the dough out then pull it back. You can even go diagonally, side to side."

"You're not even out of breath?" He noted in disbelief. "I feel like I'm asthmatic again."

"Do you need an inhaler? I'm sure I can find you one" A giggle slipped past your lips.

"You're a super soldier." Steve stated, his arms coming to a stand still to take a break. "There's no way someone can just do this."

"Here, let's swap. I got a good start on this one so it'll be easier for you." You said walking over to his side of the table, and taking over his dough while he moved over to yours.

"See, much easier. Now I'm a bread master!" He exclaimed, working with your dough that was already almost completely smooth rather than his shaggy mess.

"I knew you could do it! Great job, Stevie" You smiled.

"Thank you, thank you." He accepted your compliment.

A comfortable silence fell between you two as the sound of music filled your ears, you were obviously very concentrated on fixing the monstrosity of a dough pile Steve had left you.

It was sticking to every square inch of your hands, yet also incredibly crumbly and dry. You had no idea how he even went about creating such a substance, but you sure as hell were going to make it work, and you definitely weren't going to say anything about it.

He knew it wasn't correct, it was written all over your face but that made him happy. Watching you try to work with the crumbly goo with furrowed eyebrows and a smile that you tried to hold back warmed his heart, you were always so kind and encouraging.

"So..." Steve broke the silence.

"So?" You acknowledged.

"I was thinking."

"Oh gosh, that's scary..." You joked.

"Our anniversary passed not too long ago..." He mentioned, causing you to look up at him with a fond look on your face.

"That was six months ago" You pointed out, unsure if not too long was the proper description of how much time had actually passed.

Once all of the scary bumps that came along with establishing a new relationship were smoothed out, unlike the dough beneath your hands, your relationship with Steve was so smooth it glided by effortlessly and fast.

The concept of time since the blip in general felt quite odd, it felt like five years had passed by in the blink of an eye, yet the way of living with only half the population was so normal and routine now you couldn't imagine a time in which you lived a normal life before the blip.

That's exactly how you felt about your time with Steve as well. He moved in permanently next door, then before you knew it his lease was up and he moved in to your house. The spaces that were once yours were now yours and Steve's.

Four and a half years deep into your official relationship with the man and you couldn't even remember a time in which his easel wasn't always displaying a half completed work of art in the corner of the living room and there wasn't a Captain America suit tucked away in the very back of the closet, hiding away in a garment bag.

The two of you created the simple, care free life of your dreams. One in which the biggest struggle you faced on the daily basis was keeping the bakery stocked despite the ever growing crowds, and missing Steve whenever he was away on business to the compound in New York.

"So our anniversary is coming up!"'He enthused.

You laughed at his change of words, "only six months away!"

"Can you believe that four and a half years ago I waltzed in here for a cookie, and that simple choice single handedly changed both of our lives?" He questioned.

"Wow, kneading bread makes you so philosophical." You noted. "What a great choice you made, just goes to show that cookies really are the better part of life."

"You're the better part of my life, sunflower." He purposely cheesed causing you to look back up at him once more.

"How sweet" You acknowledged. "If my hands weren't covered in dough I'd reach up and boop your nose."

He laughed while he continued kneading your loaf that he was definitely going to claim as his now. "Maybe we could spend our half-anniversary in New York?"

Steve was going through a phase in which you could've never ever predicted, he hated going up to the compound now. He dreaded work trips, he hated how cold his room in the compound always seemed to feel, he despised all the memories that came to mind when he walked around.

From what you could understand through multiple conversations about this, he just didn't like being away from you. Being away from you when the blip happened and having no control over your arrest traumatized him in a way he would never admit, but in a way you could see in his eyes every time he had to leave town.

Regardless of what it was that made him resent the compound so much, you knew that it was a whole lot easier for him when you tagged along. So now he found a lot of creative reasons to try and drag you to New York.

Each reason was more creative than the last, and you said yes every single time he asked. At this point in your relationship, you were pretty sure you've spent over four months time in New York and it was starting to feel like a second home.

"You know you don't really need a reason to get me to New York right?" You smiled. "I'd love to spend our half anniversary with you, and I'll go with you to wherever you need to go."

"But coming up with a reason is half the fun" Steve admitted.

"Is this fun?" You questioned, motioning to the dough in your hands.

"This is exhausting!" He answered honestly, earning a laugh from you.

"You know what I love about going to the compound with you?"

"That Nat is there?" He questioned.

"That I get to learn about all the cool things you do for once. It's like going to the Avengers bakery and kneading the Captain America loaf!" You explained. "But yeah, I do love seeing Nat."

Steve giggled at your analogy, loving every second of watching your skillful hands try their absolute hardest to make his faulty dough pile work. "I'm always worried that you might be bored whenever I drag you with me."

"Bored?!" You emphasized. "My love, I'm a civilian in the Avengers compound. There's absolutely nothing boring about that."

"Okay, so next week you'll come with me?" He asked just to make sure.

"Of course" you reassured.

"Woohoo!" He shook his shoulders and hips in a little happy dance, hands sill focused on the dough. "Best day ever!"

You laughed at his response, "if this is the best day ever, then I think we should get out more."

"Okay, now is your chance to be honest with me." Steve prompted. "Does that dough lump have any potential at all of becoming anything close to a loaf of bread?"

"You know I love you very, very much?" You smiled, batting your eyelashes.

"Of course I do." Steve giggled.

"We're gonna have to squish this." You told him honestly. "But the bright side is that you're doing so well kneading that loaf, it'll be the prettiest, glutinous loaf to ever come out of this kitchen!"

"You said that so nicely, I'm not even upset about it" Steve shrugged, prompting you to smile.

You walked over to him and rocked up on your tippy toes before smacking a kiss to his cheek. "You're wonderful, we'll try again soon."

Before you knew it, you were right back in New York, smack dap in the compound. Whenever you were here you completely understood that Steve was here to work, so you never expected him to keep you entertained by any means. So you always brought your laptop and took care of business from the comfort of his room or the living room depending on what him and Nat were up to that day.

And 100% of the times you stepped foot into the Avengers home, whoever was lingering around always asked for you to bake them something, and you were always happy to say yes.

This particular night, Nat requested a chocolate chip cheesecake. After going to the store to get everything you needed, making all the parts and popping it in the oven, you started to do the dishes.

Muscular forearms wrapped around your stomach from behind, and the front of Steve's body warmly pressed against your back.

"How's it going, baby?" He questioned.

"Good, almost done in here." You responded while enjoying every second of his embrace. "How are you? Sleepy?"

"So tired." He confirmed. "I have a few hours of work left to get ready for the support group tomorrow but I think Nat is wrapping up for the night. You'll be okay?"

"Of course, I still have to input payroll and enter the supply delivery invoice for the bakery so I have plenty to do." You grinned, wiping your hands off so you could turn around to face him. When you did, you couldn't help but to admire him. His hair, his cute outfit, the fond yet tired look in his eyes. Reaching up, you squeezed his shoulders to try and relax his tense posture as his hands made their way to your hips. "You're so beautiful."

His cheeks turned pink before dropping his head onto your shoulder. "You're beautiful-er."

"Why does it have to be a competition? Just accept your handsomeness and move on" You giggled at his shyness, even after four and a half years together.

"Becauseeeee" he complained. "I'm lucky to have you, and I'm so happy you're here. Then, you're always really nice to me and all the people here that I love and I just can't even process how sweet you are."

You smiled before you both mutually leaned in for a kiss. "I promise you that I feel like the lucky one."

"Impossible." He shook his head in denial with his cheeks stilly adorably rosy. "Thank you for baking for us."

"Anytime, you know I love it."

Steve nodded in agreement. "I'll see you in a few hours?"

"I'll be here." You gave his shoulders another good squeeze. "We'll get those pretty eyes of yours some good rest."

By the time Steve finished up work and made his way back to the living quarters, it was already way past the bedtime he subconsciously made for himself to keep up with living with a baker. 10 at night felt like he had pulled an all nighter, and it seems as though that's how you felt as well considering he found you and Nat asleep on the couch.

Empty plates on the coffee table with Oreo crumbs being the only evidence of the cheesecake you made hours prior, and a movie that Steve had never even heard of playing on the TV provided the only source of light in the big space.

You and Nat had obviously gotten close and comfortable with each other, the shared blanket across your laps and your head plunked over onto Nat's shoulder with her head on top of yours made Steve smile and feel endlessly happy.

As much as you loved Nat, Steve knew Nat needed every drop of love and friendship you could give her. You both knew she was struggling ever since the blip, she spent every waking moment trying to monitor the world and find a solution. Steve didn't even know she was capable of settling down enough for even just a few hours to be able to fall asleep while watching a movie in the first place. You weren't just his sunflower, but everyone's who was lucky enough to earn your love.

Though he hated to break up the adorable scene in front of him, he was just as tired as the two of you evidently were and knew he should get you to bed.

He started by waking up Nat considering you were stuck beneath her. She was a light sleeper so it didn't take more than gently shaking her arm to wake her up, and she came to her senses quickly enough to immediately recognize what Steve was about to do.

"Good morning." Nat grinned, not lifting her head from the top of yours.

"Morning." Steve smiled. "Any chance I could get my girl back so I can send you two off to bed?"

"No. She's mine now." Nat denied. "Shes so cute and cuddly like a little puppy."

"You can have her back in the morning, but if she doesn't get some real sleep she gets a little grumpy." Steve bargained.

"Fine, but she's mine tomorrow. We're gonna go run some errands and grab lunch together."

"That sounds great, you could use a few hours away from this place." Steve encouraged.

"Just for that comment, I'm staying home." Nat joked.

"I will literally pay for both of you to go get your nails done if that means you'll get some fresh, non recirculated air." Steve sassed.

"A manicure and I get to take your girl out? Sign me up." She continued joking.

"The only conditions are that you go get some sleep and let me have nighttime custody of her so that she can get some sleep too."

"You're such a dad." She stated while carefully nudging your head off of her shoulder, then slowly standing up when she had successfully moved you off of her.

"Can I get you anything before you head off to bed?" Steve checked in.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you." She approached him and squeezed his shoulder before he just pulled her in for a hug anyways. "Goodnight, Rogers."

"Night, Romanoff." He reciprocated before letting go and she walked off into her room.

Now, he had you. His precious little lump on the couch. The dishes on the coffee table could be taken care of in the morning, and the TV would auto shut off in an hour or two. So he picked you up and held you tightly in his arms, and you immediately snuggled into neck.

He could tell you woke up at some point considering you started leaving little kisses to his exposed skin before he made it to his room. You were already in your pajamas ready to go, so he gently laid your down on the bed before he changed into some pajama shorts and brushed his teeth before laying down next to you.

Surprisingly, you were still awake and quick to pull the blankets over the two of you as you settled into each other. Appreciating the warmth of his soft bare skin, you laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arm tightly around his stomach, hand resting on the side of his rib cage.

You placed a little kiss to his collar bone before propping yourself up a bit on your arm to spark up a conversation you needed to get off your mind before you could truly get some restful sleep.

"How was the rest of your day, honey?" You questioned as one of his hands slipped up the back of your crewneck, the other drew little circles onto your hip.

"It was okay, pretty routine." He responded softly. "How's Nat doing?"

"That poor girl needs to get a life away from all of this." You sighed.

"I know" Steve nodded in agreement. "It's really hard to take a step back when you feel directly responsible, but it's not healthy. I've been encouraging her to get out more but she doesn't listen."

"I invited her to stay with us in Greenwood in a few weeks, hopefully she takes me up on that." You moved your hand up to his chest.

"That would be really fun." Steve grinned. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"Mhm, I mostly worked the whole time though." You admitted. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something before we sleep."

"What's going on?" He asked, you could tell he was paying a little closer attention now.

"So I ran some numbers on profit and what not, and just for shits and giggles I reached out to my lender and contractor to see if this was even a possibility when I had the idea but now that it's looking very possible, I wanted to see how you felt about this..."

"About what?" He raised an eyebrow in anticipation.

"What would you think about me opening a second location of the bakery?" You asked.

His face immediately lit up in a big smile. "Darling, that's incredible! You should absolutely do it if you feel comfortable enough."

"I do feel really good about it." You confirmed. His happy response made your heart soar. When you first opened Nice to be Kneaded, your last partner ridiculed you every single day. He thought the idea of owning a business would simply be too much of a challenge for you. He told you that you'd never succeed, that it would go under and cause debts for the rest of your life. Though you were at a point in your relationship with Steve where you never doubted his ability to be a kind person, his kindness still made you happy every single day. "The reason I really wanted to ask you is because I was advised the best location to break ground in would be New York."

His big smile grew even wider, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with adorable smile lines. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah" you giggled at his response.

"That makes me so happy!" He pouted his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm so proud of you."

"So I take it that you think this is a good idea?" The smile never left your face.

"I think it's the best idea you've ever had." He exaggerated.

"Then I guess I'll give it the green light first thing tomorrow morning." You settled the issue then settled back into his body.

The two of you talked for a little while about what life would look like with another bakery in New York. Both of you traveled back and forth so often now that dividing your time between two places was already second nature. He even pitched getting the two of you an apartment somewhere between the city and the compound so you both felt more at home when away from Greenwood. Though you loved the idea, you encouraged him to let all these thoughts settle for a day or two until you had a better idea on the logistics of this new endeavor. Besides, it was already late and you were both tired, there was nothing you could even arrange until the morning.

Though you felt settled and completely relaxed snuggled up to him, you played with his hair and tried to get him to relax too. You could feel his tension, but it was normal. No matter how exhausted he was, if he was at the compound his mind was busy and never quite turned off. His thoughts shifted from the happy thoughts of a future where the two of you hopped from bakery to bakery, big city Avenging to a small town simple life to something that had nothing to do with the sweet girl in bed giving him the most delightful cuddles he could've ever wanted.

You knew he was enjoying spending time with you even if his mind was up in the clouds, his hand that never stopped drawing shapes into your back told you that loud and clear.

"What are you thinking about, love?" You asked.

He let out a sigh and his eyes never left the ceiling, then his lips pressed into a straight line, then a forced grin and he finally looked at you. "What do we do if we can't find a way to undo what Thanos did?"

"What do we do," You motioned to the two of you "or what do the Avengers do?"

"Both. Either." He said, desperate to hear the right answer he couldn't find.

"Well I think both have the same answer." You shrugged. "Acceptance, then moving on."

He gave you the most adorable stink eye you've ever seen, so cute you had to hold back a giggle. "Why does everyone say that?"

"You preach it every time you hold a support group, no?" You questioned.

"That's different."

"How so?"

"Civilians aren't responsible for what happened, they deserve to live their lives exactly how they would if this never happened." He explained.

Whenever he spoke about the situation, you could feel a genuine pain in your chest. His feelings about the snap were like a rollercoaster. Some days, he could see the benefits, he could almost understand why Thanos did what he did. He could go about his day with acceptance, go to sleep with the intention of continuing to rebuild tomorrow. Then sometimes he'd wake up that next morning feeling the weight of every blipped person on his shoulders. As if he was the one who decided this needed to happen. That weight seemed to double every time he was in New York.

So with an ache in your heart, you tried to put a bandage over his. "Right now are you looking for the truth, or are you looking for reassurance?"

He groaned at your level-headedness, before shoving his face into your neck. "I'm looking for anything or anyone to just tell me it's going to be okay."

Understanding now that he needed reassurance instead of actual logical advice, you caressed the back of his head with your hand and used your other arm to hold him safe and sound against you. "Of course it's going to be okay, sweet boy.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be so... grim, I just- I have to be strong all day every day for everyone else and sometimes you're the only one who can be strong for me." He admitted.

You kissed the top of his head a few times before providing the words he probably really needed to hear. "Life was okay yesterday, and the day before that, and it'll continue being okay tomorrow, and every day after that just like it has been for the past five years. Nobody blames you for what happened, and all of you guys deserve to move on too, not just civilians. The ground is still under your feet, the sky is still above your head and I'll never leave your side. The sun and moon are still taking turns, so I'm pretty confident when I say that everything is fine."

"That was great" Steve mumbled into your neck.

"Yeah? You feel any better?" You questioned with a smile.

"Mhm, I'm gonna use that in the support group tomorrow."

You smiled, though he couldn't see it before squeezing the back of his neck. "I love you, you're not going to bring back half the population from bed."

"I love you too, should I get up?"

"Go to sleep" You whispered directly into his ear, earning his sweet laugh that you loved so much.

"You first, traitor." Steve said playfully.

"Traitor?! Why am I a traitor?" You asked, feigning offense.

"You we're cuddling Natasha and not me." Steve fake cried.

You laughed before stating "Excuse me?! You've kissed Nat before, so I don't want to hear anything about my cuddles, sir!"

"Ugh?!" Steve was immediately taken back. "She kissed me and it was for a mission! Don't even start with that!"

You couldn't help but continue laughing at how flustered that statement made him. "Poor, Stevie! Your cheeks are so pink."

"I miss 10 seconds ago when you didn't bring that up." He pouted, a smile prevailing past his attempts to pretend like this conversation wasn't funny. "It was a life or death escape situation and we've never done anything romantic since then, okay?"

"I'm not bothered, baby" You continued smiling while prying his hands away from covering his face. "Were your bothered by our cuddles?"

"No, not at all." He denied. "I actually thought it was really adorable, I was just joking."

"And I think it's really cute that you and Nat shared a smooch" You pinched his cheek between two fingers.

"She implied that I was a bad kisser, by the way." Steve giggled. "So, neither of us enjoyed that experience."

You laughed at the confession before cooing, "awww poor, Stevie. Did that hurt your pride?"

"It wasn't a fair assessment, I wasn't ready for it." He defended himself.

"Exactly, you're a great kisser." You smoothed over the review that obviously stuck around with him for a while. "I know from experience!"

"Thanks, Baby. I appreciate your input on the matter." He gave your hip a nice squeeze.

"I'll be sure to talk to Nat about it in the morning to try and sway her opinions on it ." You joked.

"Absolutely do not do that" His eyebrows raised in horror.

You laughed once more before cupping his face and laying a long one on him. "I would never."

"Good, cause I think the sleepiness has taken over the both of our brains and made us a little crazy." He smiled.

You rested your head back onto its rightful spot on his shoulder, your hand rested over his heart and his free hand that wasn't on your back lovingly wrapped around your wrist. "Are you going to be able to shut your brain off long enough to fall asleep?"

"Of course" He appeased your worries about him. "I always sleep well when you're with me. You're like a little sleeping pill, the second you fall asleep on me, you put me to sleep too."

"Cheese ball" You poked fun at him with a content smile as you closed your eyes and wrapped the blankets tighter around the both of you.

"I might be cheesy, but I always will be. And I'm proud of it!" He agreed.

"I love it so much." You admitted. "And I love you so much."

"I love you too." He kissed the top of your head. "Goodnight, Sunflower."

"Sweet dreams, Stevie."

Not even two whole minutes of silence and attempts at sleeping went by before Steve gasped.

"Wait... are you asleep?" He asked, using his hands to dramatically shake you. "Wake up! This is important!"

"I'm awake, I'm awake!" You alerted his urgency. "Jeez dude, you're scrambling my brain."

"Oh good! You're awake!" He said. You didn't have to see his face to know he was wearing a big sarcastic smile. Steve's favorite hobby was definitely being a little shit.

"What a blessing." You mumbled.

"I forgot to ask you out on a date tomorrow night!" He enthused.

"Sorry dude, I think we're better just as friends." You carried on the tradition of your favorite inside joke.

"Sooooooo... should I cancel the engagement ring?" He quipped.

Recently the two of you were talking about getting married a lot, and if there was two things you both agreed on it's that a marriage was definitely in the books for the two of you soon, and that being engaged should never be truly be a surprise. Sure, time and place of the proposal as a surprise was the fun part, but both of you setting clear intentions and a well timed future that flowed at a comfortable pace for the two of you was important.

"A date sounds great!" You overly enthused.

"Great! I made dinner reservations without asking first so I'm glad you said yes."

"Risky business, Rogers." You smiled.

"Okay now go to sleep." He giggled.

"You first..." You poked his chest with very low effort.

When the morning came, you were up and out way before Steve was to start your morning with Nat. She wanted to get back to the compound before a planned call with affiliates of the Avengers, so the two of you snuck out before most of the compound was awake. Much like most mornings when you woke up before Steve, you covered him up with the blankets nice and snug, kissed him goodbye, and wished him a great day.

A nice long walk and chat followed by coffee, breakfast, and a nice relaxing manicure had Nat feeling brand new.

You dropped her off at the compound then left again to meet up with a friend of yours that lived pretty close by. While catching up on each others lives for a few hours, Steve called you.

Figuring he didn't realize you were busy, you denied the call to clue him in to text you instead. You often times did this if he needed to get through to you at work. But this time, your sunflower necklace lit up four times, a number that didn't have a code attached, then your phone rang again.

Figuring it was probably important, you excused yourself and quickly picked up the call.

"Hi, baby." You spoke timidly into the phone.

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt I know you're busy." He sighed. You could tell by his tone that his brain was fried.

"No worries, is everything okay?" You questioned.

"Remember Scott Lang? Ant-Man?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do." You nodded though he couldn't see you. "He was blipped right?"

"You see, that's the weird part." Steve puffed out a confused chuckle. "He's at the compound. He just... showed up."

"What?!" You said louder than you probably should, earning weird looks from strangers around you.

"Yeah, he was stuck in the quantum realm and now he's here, and we think-" He started but cut himself off to think about how he was going to phrase this without worrying you.

But the pause was deafening. "You think what?"

"I think you should make your way back here whenever you're done with your friend so we can talk about it more."

"That sounds so scary" You admitted.

"No, everything is fine. I promise." He reassured you.

"Should I come home right now?"

"No, baby, it's okay" He tried to calm you down once again. "Nothing to be anxious about. I just think we need to visit Tony and get a few other ducks in a line and I want to make sure I can get you someplace safe before we start looking into this more."

"So you guys found some good hope?" You asked, this time with a smile knowing that's exactly what Steve needed.

"A lot of hope and possibly the craziest pipe dream of all time, but we can get into that when you get here, okay?"

"Okay" You sighed. "Everyone's okay?"

"Everyone is fine." Steve smiled. "I want you to keep having fun with your friend. I'll see you later."

"See you soon. Love you"

"Love you too."

Though he tried his hardest to reassure you that everything was fine, you couldn't clear your head of the endless possibilities of what this could mean for the future of the whole universe. Those thoughts didn't even allow you to fully appreciate or give your undivided attention to your friend, so you called it a day as soon as you could. And when you arrived back at the compound, you immediately spotted Steve sitting outside on a bench.

You could tell his mind was occupied by a billion racing thoughts, his breathing was steady and there was a pinch in his brows.

Approaching slowly and sitting next to him, he wrapped you up in a side hug before kissing your temple and letting you go. "What's going on, Honey?"

He sighed in appreciation as your hand found its way to his back, rubbing long, firm strips up and down to comfort him. "We think we can time travel."

"What?" Your hand stopped in place.

"Go back in time before Thanos, get the stones from a bunch of different points in time, snap again." Steve explained like it was the most simple idea in the world.

"But..... how?" You we're blown away by the possibility, but the biggest part of you was terrified of what that meant for him, the world, and the entire future.

"Something to do with pym particles and a quantum tunnel, I don't really understand it." Steve explained, his mind was wandering miles away from him. "We have Bruce en route to work on that, but we're going to get Tony. Try to assemble the whole team again."

You didn't quite have the words at the moment, nor the time to even process this as a possibility. Whenever you couldn't quite grasp a concept that was much larger than you, but whenever you felt so tiny in the vastness of the universe, Steve was always there to put you on his shoulders and make you feel big again. "How do you feel about this?"

"I feel ready to just get it done." He explained.

"Are you scared?" You plopped your head down onto his shoulder, he nestled his cheek into the crown of your head.

"No" He denied softly. "Are you?"

"If you're not then I'm not" You smiled. That was a lie, but you always tried to not burden him with your own fears.

Though letting him out of your grasp and straight into battles often appeared in your own nightmares, you reeled in your feelings as to not disrupt his own peace. As often as you wanted to tell him to be careful, beg him not to do risky things like go to space in a ship being piloted by a raccoon to kill a titan that killed half the universe, you trusted him. His entire life was rich with risk assessment that only made him more and more successful the more he lived.

So if he wasn't scared, you'd try not to be either.

"Well, maybe that's a lie. Maybe I am a little scared." Steve retracted his statement.

"Well shit" You joked, earning a laugh from the sweet man.

"I'm scared it's not going to work, and I'm scared of putting anything on the line when my only goal for the future is a life with you." He admitted. "Everything else, I'm not scared of."

This time, your arms wrapped him up and didn't let him go. He was letting his Steve Rogers shine through in a place you typically only saw Captain America. Though he would argue that those two people were the same, you thought he was so very wrong.

Steve was still the little guy he once was. Sensitive and gentle, he'd cry over videos of cute animals doing cute things, decorate cookies with you and asked to be cuddled for as long as he could get you to stay still. But Cap... Cap was strong. Nothing could tear him down. When the uniform was on or public and teammates eyes were on him, he had to be the leader. He stood tall, refused to shed a tear regardless of any circumstance thrown his way. Everyone looked at him to guide them through.

You loved both versions of him, and both were truthful of his character, but it was also true that Steve was a version of himself he was only comfortable showing to the people he loved the most.

So you gave Cap the space he needed to be firm and strong, and gave Steve the space he needed to be vulnerable. Sometimes that looked like a little snuggle on a bench outside of the Avengers compound.

Very surface level and as deep down as could be, he knew that Cap couldn't be the fighter he was without you nurturing Steve. He was strong because you were compassionate, and everyday he amounted his power to you.

"I love you so very much," you started.

"But?" He raised an eyebrow, already anticipating the kicker.

"But doing this is exactly what you need in order for you to live the life you want." You explained. "You and I both know you'd live the entire rest of your life with guilt if the Avengers don't find a way to fix this. And though I don't agree that any of this is your fault, I know you feel that burden every single day. So in a certain way, I think for once, this is a great fight for yourself."

He sat and considered it for a second. "I don't have it in me to fight for myself, so I'm going to consider this a fight for you."

"A happy, relaxing future with you is all I want." You kindled his fire. Though you wished he could fight for himself, any incentive to get him through would work in this moment. "And i'd love to see Sam again and meet Bucky."

"I miss them so much" Steve stated, you could hear the sadness in his voice.

You lifted your head to give him a kiss. Your soft lips mingled for a little while before pulling away and resting your forehead against his. "Everything is going to be okay."

"I think so too" He agreed.

"And if it doesn't pan out the way you all hope, then I hope you know that everything will be okay that way too."

"Well that's not an option." He gently shook his head.

"Hard headed!" You pulled away and raised your hand to gently poke him right in the center of his forehead. He laughed, knowing his words would irritate you. "You drive me crazy!"

"I love driving you crazy" His smile prevailed.

"Really? I couldn't tell." You said sarcastically, feeling the effects of his contagious smile.

"And I'd love it even more if I can keep annoying you on our date tonight." He brought up.

"Stevie" Your face softened. "We can reschedule that if you need to, you know I understand."

"No, I definitely don't want to cancel that." He denied firmly. "Not to bring up the past or anything, but the last time I rescheduled a date it didn't turn out too well for me."

"Awwwww" You cooed. "Classic Cap history"

"Yeah, and we're rewriting it because I'm not doing that again" he said with a chuckle.

"I'm more than happy to help you out with that" You agreed, giving his leg a little squeeze. "How's Scott doing? I'm sure this is a lot to process."

"He seems to be doing alright, but that leads me to something Nat and I talked about that I wanted to present to you."

"What's up?"

"It's no secret that you're kind've one of the most amazing and comforting humans alive, and we were supposed to go home in 2 days but..." He took a moment to find the right words. "I'm my best when you're around, and whether you've noticed or not, everyone is happier when you're here. So we were wondering if you could stay a little longer just to kinda help keep spirits up. I know you have the bakery at home but it could be a pretty crucial part in saving half the world."

"I can't imagine I'd have any crucial part in any of that, but I'll stay for you alone." You giggled.

"Obviously I'll bring you home before the time travel happens because it's such unknown territory, I'd want you far away from the compound. But we're going to bring everyone we've got here, including Thor who we heard is going through a rough patch. I think your love would go a far way."

"And cookies" You grinned.

"Cookies would definitely help."

"Can Rocket eat chocolate chips?" You pondered.

"He's a raccoon, not a dog." Steve reminded you.

"That doesn't answer my question." You eyebrow raised. "What about Nebula? Do cyborgs eat food? Ooh! I know Bruce likes chocolate, and Tony likes hazelnut because they had those Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavors so maybe I'll make Nutella cookies so it's the best of both worlds. Do you know what Rhodey likes? I have Nat covered. Thor probably li-"

"Baby, Baby" Steve cut you off with a giggle. "Don't stress yourself out now. You're not here to take care of us, just keep being you"

"This is me." You laughed. "Have you ever seen me not like this?"

"You know what? That's fair." He agreed.

"Ooh! And I bet Nat knows exactly what Clint would want!" You chirped. "...I should call the bakery..."

Next Part: Crawl Home to You

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killerpillar · 3 months

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any book recs? looking for something to hold me over inbetween your updates! anything you’ve found yourself pulling inspo from for your fic or that you think a fellow levi fan would love?

hi!!! ofc, i've got plently of fic recs, i'm pretty sure i've read 80% of all levi fics on ao3 atp😭 I sadly have not had the time to read as many fics nowadays like I used to, but here are some of my all time favs!!

(also i apologise, my summary skills are terrible and so it's just me gushing over the fics for a whole paragraph🧎‍♀️)

Death's Door by SongsOfApollo

one of the first fics I read, and a fic that has literally never left my brain since then. It's amazing. It's very popular so I'm sure you've heard about it already if not read it, but if you haven't, it's a must read!! levi x doctor reader!

Dust, Diamonds by maokitty

the best way i can describe this fic is that it drove an iron stake through my heart multiple times, pulled it out, then delicately rearranged the pieces and stitched it back together with gentle fingers. take it how you will but after a certain chapter i stopped reading it bc it was too painful, and then came back two months later to finish it off AND I AM SO GLAD I DID.

A River Of Three Crossings by maokitty

this fic literally ruined my life it was so fucking good but its incomplete and hasn't been updated since 2020 i am SO SAD. but please read this, it's so good, so heart crushing and sweet and amazing I love it sm

ALSO I JUST FUCKING REALISED ITS THE SAME AUTHOUR WHILE WRITING THIS LIST😭

reciprocal sin by captain-hawks (@captain-hawks)

SO UNDERRATED!??! must read, i cannot say anything else but READ THISSS. its a kinky smutty oneshot so make sure you read the content warnings, but its sooo good😭 amazing writing too!

silver soul by oi_levi

sadly this one is incomplete and hasn't been updated since 2021, but it's brilliantttt. if you're craving some good post-war levi fics, then this one's really good!!

also read In the Land of Gods and Monsters by them for a fun time😊

a sip of sunshine by taomyou (@taomyou)

speaking of post-war fics, this one is amazinggg. super cute and fluffy, angsty ending for part 1 (😭) but I know for sure their next part will be worth the wait. also they've got a complete modern au fic called The Romance Of Reimbursements which is so fucking beautiful, definitely read this!!! (also mchs, acoc... yeah just read all of them tbh)

silver underground. by tothestrongones (@amywritesthings)

this one's a recent read, but omfg i cannottt get enough of it. absolutely love this, it's levi x underground reader, amnesia trope done right. 10/10 must read!!!

we all bleed red by littlerequiem (@littlerequiem)

also a recent read, but omfg this fic is so good. it's vampire au, victorian era, slowburn brilliant writing, and healthy communication!?!? no way. checks all the boxes for me😫

Percolate by heichoe

modern coffee shop au, its so good omfg. it's such a cute fic, classic grumpy levi, friends w benefits, lots of smut and the DRAMA gosh. i was so invested, it was so good. (also ur gonna need an account on ao3 to read the fic!!)

this is a story of the sea by shinzouing

this one is levi x erwin x reader (i read it for the levi x reader bc erwin was gonna die anyways lmao) but i fell in loveeee with it!! wonderful writing, amazing story, 10/10 angst & slowburn, a definite must read! (also 20/10 smut, it was so fucking good)

(also literally every fic by wellitcouldbeworse3 on ao3 is amazinggg, check them out if you haven't already. which i'm sure you have, and that is the only reason i haven't listed out all of their fics here😭 The Feeling's Mutual is my fav modern au fic of all time no questions asked)

THIS IS A JUST A FEW!!! if you want more, then feel free to ask, i will gladly rec more <33 and ty for reading my fic btw!! LOVE U LOADS🤗

#fic recs #asks #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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Secondo (Papa Emeritus II) x GN!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

summary: There wasn’t coldness or softness – it was more like ’you know how this goes’. That’s how it had been ever since you two had started to sleep together.

content: 1.2k words, gn!reader, smut, hurt/comfort, romance, Google translated Italian (so mistakes are possible), NSFW

Oh gosh, I did it, I actually wrote a bit of smut. It's been years since I've done that and I wasn't supposed to do it now but my hands... slipped. A part of me is kind of proud that I stepped out of my usual zone but I'm also scared to publish this. But here we go...

You were again in Secondo’s bed, the man holding you in place by your hips as he thrusted into you while his lips were devouring your neck, mouthing along the line of your collarbone. As his lips traveled up to your neck, his teeth scraped your sensitive skin and a low, breathy sound escaped from your lips as he reached the spot right under your ear.

Your skin felt burning hot, the thin layer of sweat covering your body, your nails digging into Secondo’s back as he sped up and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax. Secondo’s moves were on the right side of roughness – just how you liked it. It was easy to get drunk on that feeling – him holding you firmly, kissing you like he owned you.

Secondo murmured something in Italian and your hazy mind could only guess what he was saying. However, his low, throaty voice made you melt, your heart pound in your chest and you whined as he quickened his thrusts even more. You could feel your hands start to shake, nails scratching Secondo’s back and it only took a few more thrusts before you came, your back arching, moan echoing in the room as your orgasm tingled through you.

Secondo finished inside you only a moment later with a low grunt, his thumbs pressing into your hips and a part of you hoped they would leave a mark on your skin, even a faint one. But you knew there would be no marks.

And then, way too soon, became the slight chillness as Secondo pulled away. You resisted the urge to reach out and pull him close, instead you opened your eyes and saw Secondo standing beside the bed, looking at you. His face paints were slightly smudged and the look in his eyes made your heart sting unpleasantly. There wasn’t coldness or softness – it was more like ’you know how this goes’.

That’s how it had been ever since you two had started to sleep together.

Slowly you got up from the bed, your legs feeling a bit jelly, and you did your best to ignore the feeling as Secondo’s cum leaked out of you. It made a mess while you gathered your clothes and you grimaced when you finally put the clothes on. You knew you had to leave, though you didn’t want to. It had been months – you weren’t sure how many exactly – since this all started and along the way you had realized that you wanted more.

And it seemed that you were the only one wanting more.

Secondo had covered his lower body with a towel, still looking at you as you stepped closer to him. He had looked always a bit intimidating to you but it was a part that made him intriguing. His eyes never left yours and you reached out to touch his arm, a move you knew was a bit risky. However, Secondo didn’t pull away yet his brows furrowed and you bit your lower lip.

”Why are you doing this?” you finally asked. Secondo let out a sigh, moving his gaze to the side, and for a fleeting moment he looked a bit pained. Then the usual, unreadable expression was back and your heart leapt in your chest.

”Go,” he said.

This time you weren’t having that. You weren’t going to leave until you got some answers.

”No,” you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady. ”I don’t want to be treated like this anymore.”

Secondo turned his gaze back to you, shaking his head.

”You’re too good for me,” he spoke quietly.

You blinked, not quite sure what Secondo meant by that. Surely it couldn’t be…?

”How so?”

With a long sigh, Secondo took a hold of your hand, removing it from his arm but keeping your hands joined. You studied Secondo’s face and it seemed his features had now softened. His expressions were always kind of hard to read and while it could be annoying as hell on some moments, it was still one of the qualities that was fascinating.

”Because you’re still with me,” Secondo answered. ”You still keep agreeing to this all even though it hurts you.”

You let out a small, desperate laugh-like noise.

”Yes, it hurts, but this seems to be the only way I can have you. Or at least a part of you.”

Secondo shifted, lifting his free hand up and for a moment he seemed to think what to do with it until he hesitantly settled it under your chin. It made your heart ache and you had to close your eyes to fight back tears. This was new – Secondo hadn’t been like this before. He hadn’t wanted any physical contact after the sex nor had he talked much after either.

”I haven’t much to offer to you,” Secondo said, a hint of sadness in voice.

You opened your eyes, meeting Secondo’s gaze and it was enough for the tears to flow. The usual hard edge had disappeared from the man’s eyes, replaced with something much softer. Longing, maybe, and fear. Your heart ached even more and it felt hard to breathe.

”I wanted you close, but…” Secondo paused, sliding his hand to your cheek, using his thumb to brush away your tears. ”I didn’t want to get too attached.”

”But you did,” you managed to say and Secondo nodded, offering the faintest of smiles.

”Mi dispiace,” he said, now cupping your face with his both hands. ”I hoped that if I kept being… distant after, it would be easier for me. But it wasn’t.”

You hummed, lifting your hand to Secondo’s bare chest and giving him a light shove.

”Oh, you foolish man,” you said affectionately, running your fingers through the hairs on Secondo’s chest. ”You should know that you’re very lucky that I like you.”

Something that resembled a smile passed Secondo’s lips again.

”See? You’re too good for me.”

You cocked your head to the side, leaning more into Secondo’s touch.

”I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

”I know,” Secondo stated, leaning closer and pressing his lips against your forehead. Your heart fluttered at the sudden act of affection – it was such a huge contrast to the atmosphere that had been between you a moment ago.

Somewhere deep down you had known that there was this softer side in Secondo, too.

”Can you finally let me in?” you asked, pushing Secondo gently a bit farther and tapping his chest, knowing he would understand what you meant with the gesture. This all had become a mess due to fact that you hadn’t communicated properly and it had caused you both to get hurt.

”You already have me,” Secondo said, his voice soft, and you knew it was a promise. That everything would be okay eventually.

With a sigh you wrapped your arms around Secondo, burying your head in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. It was comforting to finally have this, the closeness you had longed for every time you had been with Secondo.

”I’m sorry,” the man then whispered, voice thick with emotion this time. You hugged him tighter, pressing a light kiss on his neck. Secondo let out a light gasp, his hands settling on your sides, squeezing them gently.

And then you finally heard the words you had wanted to hear so many times before.

”Per favore, resta con me.”

#secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Fallen for You

Summary: Simeon x gn!Reader. You'd always had a crush on him, but things somehow get more complicated once he's fallen from grace.

A/N: This is really long, and I know the majority of you are Twst fans, but oh my gosh Inlow key love how this came out 😭

CW:Fallen Simeon is mildly suggestive...

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Simeon had fallen. And it was all your fault.

Well, sort of. Obviously, after spending so much time with his ex brothers in the Devildom, he came to question the politics of the Celestial Realm. But his main motivator had been his love for you!

Now no one was letting him see you! And he was furious. Lucifer had locked him in the attic moments after he'd arrived at the House of Lamentation in his newly acquired demon form.

"You're gonna let me out, right?" He said, doing his best to smile sweetly at Asmo, who he knew had been eyeing him as he dropped off his meals.

"No, Asmo, don't give in," Asmodeus muttered to himself, slapping his cheeks as though to wake himself up.

"I'll behave, I promise," Simeon pleaded. "Just let me out."

"Ah, please don't give me those puppy eyes. There's nothing I can do!" Asmo cried, voice cracking.

"Why not? Asmo, c'mon!"

"I can't! You'll eat Y/N!"

"Only if they ask nicely," Simeon smirked.

"Hee hee," Asmo giggled in response, before shaking himself out of it, "No! I mean you'll literally eat Y/N!"

"I won't…"

"With all due respect, Simeon," Lucifer cut in, probably after being concerned about how long Asmodeus was taking, "you don't know that. It's very likely, in this freshly born demonic form, you won't be able to resist the temptation that their soul would offer you."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you! Y/N has the shiniest, most delectable soul I've ever seen. It's hard for us to resist just gobbling them up, and we've had centuries to work on our self control."

Simeon was clearly unconvinced. He loved you. Adored you. You would be safe with him. But the brothers clearly weren't going to budge on this. So he'd just wait.

….

"Y/N. I've been locked in the attic."

You'd been a little down lately. The last time you'd seen Simeon, he'd held you by your shoulders and gave you the saddest look, before telling you he had to go away for a while, but everything would be okay.

Considering before that point you'd been seeing him less and less as he worked on some secret research project, it was incredibly hard not to fear the worst. And now the brothers were clearly hiding something from you. And it was never a good sign if you couldn't even bribe Mammon to spill the secret.

And now you were hearing Simeon's voice telling you he was locked in the attic. You were pretty sure you were imagining it. You had to be. There was no way Belphie would ever let anyone be locked in his attic again, especially considering it was now his favorite napping spot.

But the radio silence from Simeon was starting to wear on you. It wouldn't hurt to peak right? Yeah you'd be disappointed finding it empty, but it might ease some of the angst you were feeling.

"Y/N, please! I need you to save me!"

So you climbed the stairs to the attic. And you couldn't stop your heart from racing when you saw him sitting behind the door like Belphie used to, dressed in his human world clothing.

"Y/N!" He stood up quickly like an excited puppy, before stiffening. His pupils expanded, and he smiled, before purring, "how I've missed you my little lamb. Come here."

You had millions of moments in the Devildom where you would look back and ask yourself if you were a dumbass. This would be one of those moments.

"Simmy? Where have you been?" You rushed to the barrier, knowing you could get through easily since you'd done it before, when you found yourself on your back, staring up at a not so angelic looking Simeon.

"You don't need your entire soul, right? I can have just a little bit, can't I?"

Your jaw dropped as he leaned in, pupils blown wide and clearly no longer seeing you, before a blast of light threw him off you.

"Y/N!" Mammon shouted, shaking your shoulders. "Are you alright?"

You were too dazed to respond. Which was fine because you would have been interrupted by a loud hissing sound. You turned toward the noise and saw Simeon hunched, ready to pounce, dark wings fully extended behind him.

"Fuck," Mammon muttered, carelessly picking you up and running back through the barrier, just as Simeon hit it, with a loud zap.

"You all right, treasure?"

Now that demon(?) Simeon was held back by the barrier, Mammon was looking you all over for injuries.

"Little lamb, I'm sorry I startled you. Come back I swear I'll behave," Simeon purred, gripping the door frame tightly.

"Jus' Shud up, will ya?" Mammon shouted at him, causing Simeon to hiss again.

"Mams, what's wrong with him? Why is he a demon? What happened?"

It had been a long time since you'd been scared by a demon form, but something about Simeon seemed so feral that you'd be a fool not to be scared.

"Little lamb, please, I need you!"

"Look, we'll talk to Lucifer about it, okay, I don't trust him not to…

"You made me like this!" Simeon screeched out. "Now get over here and accept the consequences!"

"What?" You were so startled, you couldn't help but look at him, which seemed to satisfy him, because he was smiling again, as he calmly spoke,

"Those silly brothers have truly told you nothing, huh? Well, I fell for you, little lamb. Quite hard as you can see," he gave a wink that in any other situation would have flustered you so bad.

"Now, be a good little lamb, and come back over here so that I can finally hold you. I'm calm now, see? I was just startled by how delicious you look. I won't eat you, I have control. Please, I need to kiss you, I need to hold you, I need you by my side."

Your hand started reaching out to him of its own volition, before Mammon grabbed your wrist, and then slung you over his shoulder.

"This is above my pay grade," Mammon muttered under his breath as he began to descend down the stairs. You did your best to ignore Simeon's pained screech trailing after you.

….

Lucifer explained everything to you, and made you swear not to go back into the attic until Simeon had more control over his new form and abilities. And since he couldn't trust you to actually keep that promise, you had a brother with you at all times.

The first couple weeks were hard. He would call to you in the sweetest voice and ask you to come see him. He would promise you all sorts of things, just to get you to go back up to the attic.

It was so tempting. And after talking to a very bitter Asmo, you found out it was because one of Simeon's new abilities was to be very persuasive, similar to his charm.

"It's not fair that Simeon can charm you and I can't," he pouted, before perking up again. "But don't worry, all of us are working with him, and we'll help him get it together. Pretty soon, you won't even remember angel Simeon, because Demon Simeon will be just as great!"

Eventually, Diavolo called you into his office and told you some good news.

"We think it would be okay for you both to meet."

"But before you get too excited," Lucifer cut in, "there are some rules."

You groaned and slumped in your seat, causing Diavolo to laugh.

"Trust me, it's not that bad."

"You both have to stay on your sides of the barrier, no matter what he says. He's doing extraordinarily well, but he has relapses from time to time, and as we've all discussed, your soul… well it's different. You shouldn't bring up his days as an angel, unless he does, because he can be a little offensive about it. You can only stay for an hour, and if I tell you we have to cut it short, you will leave without complaint."

"Wait, you're gonna be there?" You shot out.

Lucifer groaned and rubbed his temples, "Obviously. Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will all be there. Don't give me that look."

You pouted, but guessed it was better than nothing.

So as you nervously climbed the stairs with your three chaperones, you started to think about what to say. Turns out he was just as nervous as you, because as you reached the top of the stairs you saw him restlessly pacing back and forth at the barrier/door. He was in his human form, which was good, because you didn't know if you had fully recovered from the last meeting.

When he noticed you, he halted, excitedly gripping the door frame, as he whispered, "Y/N."

"Hey Simmy," you exhaled, looking at Lucifer, who nodded, and walking towards the door.

"I…" his knuckles whitened a little from gripping the frame, but aside from that he was frozen. "I'm sorry for what happened last time, I-"

"No, it's alright, you didn't have control of yourself."

He seemed relieved as he let go of the doorframe.

"Just one of the many reasons I love you, I guess, my little lamb," he laughed lightly. Then he frowned.

"I never did tell you that before, huh? That I love you?"

You shook your head. Sure you'd hardcore crushed on him, and you had suspicions, but prior to your last meeting neither of you had said anything.

"Well, I do," he laughed.

"I love you too, Simmy. So I need you to get completely better so we can actually be together."

"That sounds nice," he sighed. "But why can't we be together now?"

Alarm bells started going off in your head, but you knew it would be better for both of you if you kept a clear head.

"Because you need to get better."

"But I'm better now!" He reached out to the barrier, before freezing. He stared at his hand in disgust, then made eye contact with Lucifer.

"I think that's all I can handle for today," he said through gritted teeth.

"Time to go," Lucifer said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"What?" Your voice was shrill, it even startled you. "No, that was only five minutes, I was told we could have an hour!"

"We'll get there little lamb, I promise. I'm just not ready yet. We can try again tomorrow," Simeon soothed as Lucifer guided you down the stairs. It almost reminded you of angel Simeon. Almost.

….

Everyday, you visited Simeon with a chaperone, slowly increasing the time you were able to talk to him. He had two moments of relapse, but they had both been small, and the barrier had contained them well.

But you were getting impatient. Maybe it was because you were too human, but you wanted to just be able to see him like old times. And you were jealous, because you'd heard Luke and Solomon were already in a phase where they could see him without chaperones.

So one night, you snuck up the stairs after dark. When you arrived at the top, you quietly tiptoed over to the barrier, and peaked in at Simeon.

He was facing away from you, typing on a typewriter that Solomon had given him.

"Someone's being naughty," he said with a laugh as he finished the last line of his typing.

"How did you-"

"I could smell you when you hit the stairs," he took the paper from the typewriter, scanned over it, then set it aside as he turned his attention to you.

"What can I do for you tonight, Y/N?"

"I just, well, I wanted to hang out, you know, without chaperones."

He hummed a little in agreement.

"That sounds nice. But knowing your guard dogs, it's only a matter of time before one of them goes to your room for cuddles, and figures out you're here. Personally, my money is on Mammon."

"I know. But can we just sit together for a minute? We don't have to talk, I just want to be with you."

"Sure," his smile was so warm.

You both sat on your respective sides of the barrier, just looking at each other. You took the time to study him. In his human form, he didn't look much different. His clothes were different, but that just could have been out of necessity. There was a different glint in his eyes as he studied you, and he had less tension in his shoulders. But the rest of him was the same.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" He startled you back to reality, and you nodded. "Can I hold your hand?"

You stared down at your hand for a moment, before slowly putting it through the barrier. He gently took it in his own, caressing each knuckle, sending a delightful thrill down your spine.

"Y/N!" You heard Mammon yell at the base of the stares.

"I should have put real money on it," Simeon sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your palm before reluctantly releasing it.

"Go before we both get in trouble," he said with a wry smile.

You stood up, and sadly walked over to Mammon, who immediately started berating you, and dragging you to Lucifer's office.

"This human was-"

"I know."

Both you and Mammon froze at Lucifer's statement.

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long, but that was a test. We have a two way mirror up there," he pointed at a mirror sitting next to his desk, "and we were merely a moment away."

"So wait, does this mean…"

"Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will have to discuss it, but things may be able to change for the better."

….

The second the door was open, his arms were wrapped tightly around you. After he took a moment to inhale your scent, his lips were on your neck, jaw, ear, pretty much everywhere he could reach as he continued to hold you tightly.

Lucifer coughed behind you two. It was one of the rules to meet outside of the attic; one of the chaperones had to be there. But still, you were finally together in a way you could pretend was normal. And Simeon seemed to be taking advantage of it.

"Shut up, old man," he groaned as he continued to press kisses up and down your neck, nibbling a little here and there.

"Simeon," you whined, starting to feel embarrassed by the attention.

"I'm a demon now, baby, I don't care what people think of me," he laughed, but pulled away nonetheless. He held you by your shoulders, reminiscent of the last time you saw him as an angel, studying your face with an elated expression on his face.

One of his hands came up to caress your cheek, and you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"When we don't have a chaperone, little lamb..." he muttered with a smirk, causing your cheeks to warm, and Lucifer to cough again.

He laughed, the first unrestrained laugh you'd heard from him in a long time. You swore you fell in love all over again.

"Now let's have a seat," he said, sitting, and pulling you abruptly into his lap, before placing his face in your shoulder.

He sighed happily, then through a muffled voice said, "Lucifer can you give us a sec'."

"No."

You laughed at Simeon's sad whine, and gently guided his face up so you could kiss his forehead.

"Don't worry, 'baby'" you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, and delighting in his excited smile. "I think, starting now, we have all the time in the world to be together."

"A new beginning," he whispered.

"Sounds nice," you giggled.

"Yeah," he hummed against your lips. "Lucifer-"

"No."

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Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic

#obey me #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #obey me x reader

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etirabys · 6 months

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alright, I'm going to make a post detailing things I liked about my wedding because I think it will help my long term psychological health about it or something

the flowers were lovely, I liked the palette we gave our florist and she did a nice job. I've been fingering one of the leftover roses on and off for a day and slowly shredding it

when all the flowers dry up I think I'll try making rosewater

we chose alcohol we liked, and we have a lot left over, meaning we're set to host spontaneous parties and such

my boyfriend told me that while my hair dress and makeup made me look quite unlike my usual self, I looked very bridenappable

we set aside 5-10m for our photographer to take photos of us with our other partners, which was nice

my parents were happy!!! oh my gosh they were so happy. I managed to not ruin it for them out of revenge for making me do it which was a feat of heroism and also benzodiazepines. I have ancient brain grooves of punishing them for making me do hateful things by trying to make them just as miserable, and the temptation was immense, but I largely did not do it and I have a bunch of photos of them smiling and dancing

I don't have photos from our main photographer yet but @drethelin sent me some of his and they look great. I didn't expect to be this into the photos but I'm so psyched to have the rest. Will probably post some when I get them

the fancy cake we got had fondant that I liked. I had gotten small heart shaped samples of the fondant before and I had fully expected to enjoy eating a cake covered in it. And I did. It was like marshmallow with more conviction.

my two favorite college friends crashed at my place over the weekend and it was great catching up with them. they got along really well with my other friends and partners. just going on and on about French zoning policy

I look eh in hanbok but the giant looks beautiful in hanbok. He prefers hanbok to a Western suit and frankly looks more natural that way.

the DJ did a great job! Originally we planned for "maybe a little bit of dancing" (I looked at the guest spreadsheet and guessed maybe 7 people would be willing to dance, tops) but we got like 20 people in on it.

the afterparty I put together last minute was the most enjoyable part of the day. I was pretty dead (I'd gotten up at 7:30am to get hair done) but it was nice to be my normal self, not constrained by relatives. I occasionally went around rooms, noted what conversations were going on, and matchmade by fetching someone who I thought would especially enjoy that conversation

the giant and I didn't have the usual "we'll be able to call ourselves husband and wife" motivation since we got legally married years ago, so we invented "wife plus" and "platinum husband" to describe some imaginary next level of marriage we are on.

I was forced to learn how to iron to get the hanbok presentable, and now I feel like a more powerful human being

my relatives gave me money as a wedding gift. but my dad drummed it into me that they expect it back when their kids get married and I go to their weddings. and that it would be quite inappropriate if I failed to do this. I ventured tentatively that this would all be simplified if we simply did not give each other money gifts and he was so offended at my attack on tradition & decency that I hastily backtracked. but in theory I still win because of inflation? because it's an interest free loan. also their kids might not get married. or invite me

#rambl

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dc-marvel-life · 4 months

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Forgotten

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Diana Prince x reader

Request: Can I request some carol x reader x diana prince or just some diana prince x reader fluff? I've read 'Works Every Time' and it's really good :) - @starryskiesandboys

Summary: Carol and Diana miss a very important day of the year

Word Count: ~1.3K

Warnings: Angst with fluff ending

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I haven’t done angst in a long time, but it was still fun though. If you want to request something please do so!!!

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You were in your shared apartment, eagerly waiting for your girlfriends to return home. They had been on a mission for a week now, and tonight marked the night they'd finally be back with you.

It was the perfect time for their return because today marked your two-year anniversary with them both. While the public knew about your relationship spanning five years, they didn't know anything about you for safety reasons. You had met Carol and Diana on the day they saved you from a building collapse. Impressed, they asked you out for coffee.

Initially, it was innocent, and you were just friends with one of the most powerful superhero couples. After a few months of hanging out, feelings developed for both of them. You hesitated due to their obvious love for each other, but one drunk night at their place, you confessed your feelings. To your delight, they admitted having feelings for you since they first laid eyes on you, hesitant to mention it. Polyamory wasn't a problem for you, and that's how your relationship with Carol and Diana began, leading you to the present two years later.

Unable to go out to celebrate, you decorated the apartment with balloons, rose petals, and a candle-lit dinner with soft music playing in the background. Your aim was to express the love you felt for the two women over the years.

As you kept checking your phone for the time, it got late. This was normal for missions, but they had texted you hours ago about returning tonight. You reassured yourself with the thought that maybe they were still helping someone.

Turning to your phone to pass the time, a news article caught your attention. The headline read, 'Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman’s new girlfriend!?!'. Expecting it to be about you, you opened it, only to find pictures of Carol and Diana at a bar with Valkyrie, hands all over each other. The time stamp indicated it was taken tonight.

Heartbroken, you tossed your phone on the couch and cried for five minutes. Remembering your mom's advice, you decided it was time to take action. After finishing your cry, you blew out the candles, popped the balloons, discarded the rose petals, and put away the food. Now, you waited for your girlfriends to return home, despite your upset feelings.

A couple of hours later, you heard them outside, trying to open the door.

“SSSHHHH, we have to be quiet so we don’t wake her up. I would hate to wake her up this late,” Diana said through the door to Carol, who was attempting to open it.

“I know, but I hope she's up because I want to cuddle her so bad right now,” Carol said.

You sighed and paused your show as the door opened.

“Oh my gosh, sweetheart, you're awake!” Carol exclaimed drunkenly, rushing over to hug you. However, you didn't reciprocate the hug. She still cuddled you.

“Hey there, sorry we're home so late,” Diana stumbled over, attempting to kiss you. Unresponsive, you moved your head, causing her to kiss your cheek. Diana gave you a questioning look as you stood up, leaving Carol to fall onto the couch.

“I made dinner; let me go and heat it for you guys,” you said, walking into the kitchen to prepare a plate for them. After they finished eating, you cleaned their plates and got them ready for bed.

“Come on, guys, it's time for bed,” you announced, helping them change into sleepwear and tucking them into bed. After a few minutes, you heard them snoring.

Quietly returning to the room, you grabbed your to-go bag and, with a last glance at your sleeping girlfriends, left the apartment.

A few blocks away, you reached a safe place to spend the night. Despite the late hour, walking alone didn't worry you, knowing how to handle yourself in a fight, a skill Carol and Diana had made sure you acquired early in your relationship.

A couple of minutes later, you arrived at the apartment of your friends and knocked on their door. Dinah answered, and upon seeing your tearful eyes, invited you in.

“Hey sweetie, what are you doing here this late?” Dinah asked, concern evident.

“Come inside, sweetie, and we'll talk,” Dinah offered, leading you into the apartment where your friends Natasha and Wanda were present. After explaining the night's events, Dinah assured you that you could stay as long as needed.

The next morning, Carol and Diana woke up to each other but not to you. Calling out your name brought no response. Confused and concerned, they called you, but it went to voicemail. A knock on the door brought Monica, who informed them about the events of the previous night, showing them pictures of their night out.

“No, no, no, this can't be happening,” Diana checked her calendar, realizing they had missed the anniversary.

“I feel like shit now,” Carol admitted. Monica warned them not to go to the compound for a couple of days and left.

Distraught, Carol and Diana started to clean and decorate the apartment with gifts they had bought over the past few months for your anniversary. They showered and changed into your clothes while awaiting your return.

That was the thing about your relationship; you all couldn’t be long without each other’s clothes or scent. When they go on a long mission, they ask you to wear multiple of their clothes and to take some of your clothes. They will do the same for you.

At Dinah’s place, without their clothes or scent, you couldn't sleep. Deciding to return, you walked back to your apartment. Opening the door, you found it decorated even more lavishly than you had arranged. Your girlfriends were asleep on the couch, wearing your hoodies. You smile at the two and give them both kisses on their foreheads. That was enough to stir them awake.

“You are home!!!” Carol exclaimed with an uncertain smile.

“Yeah, I had to come back because I couldn't sleep. I didn't pack any of your guys’ clothes in my to-go bag, so here I am,” you said, observing the gifts and feeling a mix of emotions.

“It is nice in here. It almost looks like last night before I tore it all down,” you noted. Seeing the pile of gifts, you sighed, “You didn't need to get me all those gifts to say sorry.”

“No, my dear, we bought all of those gifts for you over the past couple of months for our two-year anniversary. If you want proof, then we can show you the receipt,” Diana explained.

"We have been planning for this anniversary for a long time now. Sweetheart, we know that we messed up big time, and we will be making it up to you every day for the rest of our lives. This will never happen again, and that is something we can promise you. We love you and want you in our lives forever,” Carol says, nodding in agreement.

"I am not going to lie and say that I wasn’t hurt by your guys’ actions, and that will take time to heal fully with a lot of work. The thing is, I love you guys so much too. It was just a tough week at work, I did not see you guys, and the new article just sent me over the edge. I am sorry that I just ran away from the problem and did not talk about it. Can you guys forgive me?” you say with tears in your eyes.

"You have nothing to say sorry about, dear. It was mainly our fault. We will all do better next time,” Diana says.

"There will be no next time,” Carol says, and you all laugh. You guys come in for a group hug and kisses. The rest of the night, you express gratitude for the thoughtfulness of the anniversary preparations, cuddle, and watch movies.

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