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opereetveritate · 9 months

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Who Is Ken?

Chapter 1

"Barbie, don't look at me. I'm not deserving of it." Ken murmured. He understood what he had done now. He had let Barbie down, the only person he had sought to please for a lifetime.

"Ken,"

He wasn't listening to her. All he wanted to do was weep for his fate. But his heartbroken sobbing became even louder when he felt her gentle hand caressing his back.

"It's time!" He looked up at her.

"For what? Punishment?" She chuckled at his response, which was that of a confused five-year-old.

And oh my, that sound was divine.

Barbie's reprimands were just as lovely as her compliments. Therefore he didn't mind.

"It's time for you to discover your true self."

His eyes widened at her statement. He was crestfallen. She was still unaware that he was only living for her happiness and that she was the reason for his existence.

"Is this really what you want?"

"This isn't about me, Ken. It's about you. You deserve to be happy!"

"I merely want to be where you are, Barbie!"

Ken knew where his happiness resided. In Barbie, in one of her nods, one of her words, one of her smiles. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before speaking again.

"Each one of Kens deserves that!" Ken suppressed a smile. He was aware that Barbie would never perceive him the way he desired.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Barbie, what's your final decision? We have to leave because it's time." The Mattel CEO asked, drawing everyone's attention to him. Ken cursed that CEO under his breath.

"What do you mean? She's already where she belongs. Right, Barbie?"

Unlike Ken, Barbie wasn't so sure. She looked confused. And then, something unexpected happened. Barbie was led out of Barbieland and eventually out of Ken's life by a ghostly woman who had appeared.

And things have not gotten any easier for him after that.

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"Hi, Ken!" The arrogant smile never left his lips. Ken chose to disregard him. Barbie wasn't present, so any quarrel between them felt senseless.

"Hi, Ken!" He said again, in a more intense and commanding tone than last time.

He knew he would go on and on with this chanting, so he turned his head and nodded at him. The arrogant Ken came and sat next to him, not even giving a damn if he wanted company at that time or not. He turned his gaze to the beach, the only place he found real peace, after Barbie, of course.

Barbie....

Just the mention of her name brought a smile to his lips.

"All you have to do is ask me, you know!"

He didn't understand what he was saying to him, and he didn't even bother to understand. Nothing gave him pleasure or happiness.

"That flip technique, I mean. If you're still interested, of course!"

"I don't have to impress anyone, Ken. But, still, thanks for the offer!" The other Ken decided not to insist because he knew that Ken wasn't his usual good self.

"What a pity! You won't be charming any girl tonight!" His comment didn't seem to touch Ken at all. He merely wanted to be alone.

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Ken no longer enjoyed the parties at Barbie's dream home. He was simply enjoying his drink while observing the other dolls dance. Little did he know that weird Barbie had decided to try her luck and come to the party just to see him.

"Hey there, handsome!" She murmured this while patting his arm. When he spun around to look at her, he almost spilled his drink.

"Did I startle you?" She asked, but Ken decided to brush it off, saying

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, social events were never really my thing. Could I sit next to you?" He didn't want her near him but couldn't do anything about it. He simply watched her taking her seat next to him, her eyes fixed on his face, a creepy smile on her face. His appetite had disappeared, so he set his drink down.

"Well, are you content with your new life now?" Ken fiddled with a pink scrunchie he had on his right wrist as he attempted to mask his discomfort at her question.

"Everything's fine!", was his final answer.

"Is that one of Barbie's?" Weird Barbie inquired, pointing to the pink scrunchie.

"Don't even think about touching that!" Ken screamed and tucked the scrunchie behind his sleeve. She understood what he was dealing with and was really careful with her next words.

"Have you ever considered taking a vacation? How exhausting it must be to work at the beach."

He looked at her, clearly interested in what she had to say.

"What do you mean?"

"You will benefit much from getting away from routine and stress."

"I got it!" She exclaimed, "How about going to the real world?"

Ken's eyes lit up with joy. He could go where his heart desired, to Barbie. Soon, his smile left his face.

"I'm not sure if this is a wise move."

"Why?" Weird Barbie asked him.

"Most likely, she wouldn't want me to go after her!"

She gave a little chuckle at his way of thinking. Always thinking of Barbie first....

"I'm sorry, who?!" Barbie asked him to stay here and seek my happy ending, but his heart longed to be with her. He now realized that living next to Barbie was the secret to his happy ending.

"Thanks, weird Barbie. Off to the real world then!" He said and ran away.

"Goodbye, Ken!" She said, waving her hand at him.

"But, wait. You never showed me what's underneath those jeans!"

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Ken made it to the real world safe and sound. With the help of a recent discovery of his called the GPS, he at last found Gloria's home. He reached Barbie's bedroom at night by climbing the walls and peered in through the window to see her sleeping soundly. He couldn't stop smiling at the view before him. He was so focused on her that he lost his balance and landed with his face on the ground. And that's how he came face to face with the harsh reality. Falling from a height in the real world can be very painful.

After hearing this noise, Gloria fled her home in terror. He observed a person on the ground. When she lifted him, she saw that it was Ken.

"What are you doing here?" She asked dumbfounded.

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awesomehoggirl · 7 months

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EXT. BUSTLING FLORENCE -- DAY -- YEAR 1436

The Italian Renaissance has just started to kick. TRIXIE MATTEL!AZIRAPHALE is looking up at the newly completed duoma atop the Florence Cathedral -- half smiling, half smirking. Unbeknownst to her, KATYA!CROWLEY is sidling over, cast in darkness by the great building's shadow.

KATYA: It kind of looks like a titty.

Trixie jumps dramatically with a yelp she twists into a comedic gasp, bringing her hands up to press against her chest.

TRIXIE: Fuckin' bitch! I thought you were busy whoring around in Russia with -- with -- Scary Face. Scary Eyes.

KATYA: Dmitriy the Terrible Eyes? Oh, girl, Yury of Moscow died forever ago. That was the fourteenth century, and this --

She steps back grandly, gestures to the cathedral with an indelicate flourish --

Is the fifteenth.

TRIXIE: Four million bricks and the invention of linear perspective. Not bad for a few decades' work, huh?

KATYA: Not bad for Filippo Brunelleschi?

TRIXIE: Well, if he had any divine inspiration -- (stretched out, on a smile) -- I wouldn't say it went amiss.

KATYA: So you're dipping into cathedrals now, that's really interesting. And STEM!

Standing still appears too much of a challenge. She begins to hop around TRIXIE in a circle.

TRIXIE: I'm a Renaissance woman.

KATYA: You seem smug. You're smug as a pastor, Mary.

TRIXIE: Cathedrals are such a good investment. Every time someone walks inside it's like, ding! One point. Ding! Two points. (In an airy, showy voice) I'm business savvy like that, you know? I'm like a Venetian merchant.

KATYA: Venice! I was just in Venice. Big fat fuckin' port. And boats in the streets. In the streets, mama!

She pauses, like she's registering something.

You were in Venice recently?

TRIXIE: It's kinda been a pet project of mine. The Republic of Venice. Isn't it great?

KATYA: No, it isn't great. I mean, I think it's great. You shouldn't think it's great.

TRIXIE, smile gone wooden, like she doesn't get it: Why? Because they're warring with Rome? I can't stop them warring with Rome.

KATYA: Because you're -- (she gestures wildly, ducks her head, like it's embarrassingly blatant) -- you're an angel. And it's like, a freaking hotbed of exploitation and malodorous sin.

TRIXIE, now laughing, giggly and nervous: What the actual fuck?

KATYA: Hell commended me for their financial system, that's why I was -- it's like, apparently I invented capitalism. But they do that shit on their own all the time. So I checked it out myself, and sure enough, they have an elite mercantile class exploiting the poor, and I was like cool, yeah, they've only fuckin' brought us one step closer to The Really Really Big One--

TRIXIE: Oh. That's why you're in Italy. (She sucks on her lower lip). Well, that's not actually possible, because I engineered their financial system. Venice is all wealthy and happy and shit.

KATYA: Yeah! Yeah, a couple are wealthy and happy! (Her face quick-changes from passion to incredulity, to gutwrenching dejection. Her voice goes soft and worried). You engineered all that?

TRIXIE: They commended me on it.

The moment, the realisation, hangs like icicles in the air. They look up at the cathedral -- the sun has moved so they both are cleaved in its shadow.

TRIXIE: We've got years. Centuries. This won't -- it won't change shit, Katya.

KATYA: But Venice is fucked. It's fucked, the merchants are fucked, they're so greedy--

TRIXIE: Heaven commended me on it. (It's shrill. She clears her throat subtly). Girl, humans are always -- being fucked. Doing fucking. (She shrugs). You're, like, being all bleeding heart about this when you personally oversaw the spread of syphilis, so...

KATYA, upset: They're all gonna die anyway, so it's whatever, right? If they're suffering while they live?

TRIXIE: Mary, don't get weird with this. Rome will probably stamp them out anyway. Or the Medici.

KATYA: The Medici. (Like she's thinking). You know, I've been sleeping since Yury of Moscow. I fucking hate all of this bullshit.

TRIXIE: Careful. (Beat). Well -- I mean -- I heard the Mongols invading everyone was you. Everyone thinks you're ruling this -- like, totally killing it. They even respect you up my end.

KATYA, miserably: So I'm Heaven's favourite demon. (Another beat). Honestly, the way they're squeezing out slimy baby-viscera all over this place, you could probably sleep for a couple centuries too. Play hooky.

TRIXIE, half as a joke: Are you tempting me?

KATYA: No. Hell, sock it to sloth, you should do my job for me. (A shrug). You can really do whatever.

The cathedral looms. She's gloomy and TRIXIE is antsy. She wants to make her laugh, wants her to be pleased. She wants their easy banter back, but she can't see where she went wrong just yet.

TRIXIE: It doesn't look like a fucking tit.

#Today I went to the doctors to seek help for my mental illness but they literally closed early <- so I wrote this

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danime25 · 7 months

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I'm Just Ken (And That's More Than Enough)

masterlist // ao3

*Summary: Ken had it all. A long term long distance low commitment girlfriend that he adored, and now he was about to be the breadwinner with a degree in his hands!

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

*Content/Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut

*Status: Series (Part 3)/Complete

*Author's Notes:

Mainly just domestic shennanigans as Ken takes another step into the human world and gets a diploma so that he can work his way to a master's or MBA and be a "real" man of the patriarchy. Also I just like the idea that after Ken finds his person that loves and is devoted to him the way he was to Barbie, Barbie and him can be really good friends. So much so, the girlfriend and Barbie just casually go get their nails done together and talk about life.

That. And Ken gets along with Ken.

The alarm went off early that morning. Ken sat up like it was another day in Barbieland, and pressed his lips onto his girlfriend’s head.

“Today’s the day.” He smiled at her. He let the back of his hand swipe across her cheek before kissing her once more.

“Mm.” She made a soft noise as his hand grazed her

“It’s graduation day.” He announced to her, and got up from the bed. Her hand lazily attempted to grab him and pull him back into bed. He pouted as he walked away from the bed. “I have to get to school.”

“I know…” She whined, her eyes staying shut. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” He leaned in, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. “Ceremony starts at 8.”

“Okay.” She replied and rolled onto her other side. Ken got into the clothes he picked out the previous night and adjusted the part of his hair. He strolled out the door and pulled out his phone. First, he sent his girlfriend a text to tell her how much he loved her. Second, he called a Lyft to pick him up. He got into the car and sat quietly in the back. His stillness with a smile seemed to intimidate his driver, but he really didn’t care at the moment. When he arrived, he saw there were thousands of people there already and attempted to find some order to the madness. He checked his phone to see what time it was. He had plenty of time to get registered for the ceremony, but he was worried about whether or not his girlfriend was awake. When he had found a line going into the stadium, he decided to give her a call. Voicemail. Probably meant she was in the shower. He’d just need to wait a couple of minutes. He flipped through his phone again. 5 minutes was more than an appropriate amount of time he decided and tried calling again. Voicemail once again. He frowned down at his phone before getting an incoming call from her.

“Hi.” He smiled into the screen

“Hi honey.” She blew a kiss to him over the phone, “Sorry I was just getting ready. How are you doing?”

“I think I’m doing good.” He looked over the heads of the students in front of him

“That’s good, I’ll see you soon. I love you!”

“I love you too!”

“I’m so proud of you, bye!” She quickly congratulated him before hanging up. He held his phone up against his chest and closed his eyes. Mattel, was he lucky to have met her. He found his seat and sat down while people around him were walking about. He waited. And waited. After seeing some of the other kids he was walking with on their phones, he flipped through his phone. Not that there was much going on. He flipped through photos just to pass time. She was so beautiful… and she loved him so dearly. When he had first mentioned the idea of Kenergy, she practically squealed. She thought it was so adorable. He was trying to be serious when he brought it up, but couldn’t help but think she looked cute when she ran around their apartment, making sure he was giving everything 100% of his Kenergy. Her positivity had made every second when he wanted to throw in the towel on getting a degree worth it.

“So cute.” He muttered under his breath, looking at a photo of her winning an award for her Barbie “cosplay” at a convention she had taken Ken to. He noticed a notification and clicked on it. She had sent him another text, this time with a picture.

“Graduation fit!” She had said. She had her foot up behind her, a gesture she had called ‘popping her foot’. Then she had a cute little finger heart, just for him.

“Looking… good!” He replied, saying what he was typing out loud. He sent the message and she sent back a barrage of kissy emojis for him.

“Just about to get into the arena. Call me!”

He nearly threw his phone on the ground trying to punch in her number, before remembering that he could just call her from the messages. “Hi honey!”

“What section are you in?” She asked him, before he stood up and waved back towards the crowd

“Do you see me?” He asked

“No babe….” She hesitated before seeing him and making a dash for the barrier between graduates and family. He ran to meet her and his lips collided with the top of her head. His hands cupped her jaw line and he continued kissing her forehead. Her lips pressed against his wrist until they pulled away from each other, and looked into the other's eyes. “Hi.”

“Hi Ken.” She smiled back at him, “Congrats!”

“I haven’t walked the stage yet.” He told her sheepishly

“I know. But I’m still proud.” She squeezed his hands, “Oh and Barbra texted me when I walked in that she’ll be here in 10 minutes or something close to that.”

“Awesome. Thank you so much for everything that you’re doing…”

“Of course, I know you’d celebrate me too if I was graduating.” She replied. The loudspeaker announced that the ceremony would start in 15 minutes, and Ken pulled away from her. “Wait!”

“What?”

“Let me get a picture of you in your cap and gown!” She held her phone out, ready to snap

“Okay.” He posed for her and she took the picture, waved, and went to go find a seat. He sat back down in his spot and waited. He did a little dance in his seat as the ceremony began. Most of the kids were bored out of their minds, but Ken was able to tune more than 2 hours of the ceremony out. He only noticed what was going when people started getting up around him and he followed them up. He looked behind him and saw both Barbie and his girl waving at him. He waved back quickly with a smile then moved along in the line. He held his breath as he waited. He had gotten through school, and it was fine… but he was more worried about what would come after that. Finally he made it to the stage and took his diploma without much fanfare. He practically ran down the aisle back to his seat and sat back down to wait out the rest of the ceremony. When the graduates were released he went running to his girlfriend, before realizing he left his diploma on his seat, and ran back to grab it. She met him back at the barrier and he hopped over to give her a kiss.

“Do you mind holding this for a second?” He asked Barbie, and handed her his diploma before picking his girlfriend off her feet and kissing her once more. She wrapped her arms tightly around the back of Ken’s neck and held him as close to her as possible. He put her back down and she rested her head against his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She said, her voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes

“Here.” Barbie handed the diploma back to Ken. He smiled and took it back.

“I did it.” He said after a couple more moments of cuddles. She looked up at him and smiled

“You did it.” She replied, “Come on. Let’s go home, we can have some cake.” “Sounds good.” He nodded and followed the two. She was a couple of steps ahead of Barbie and Ken on the way to the car, and when he was sure that she couldn’t hear behind her he talked to Barbie.

“Is everything ready?”

"Oh yeah." She smiled, "Are you really going to do it?"

“Yes. I mean… I’ve known it was going to be her since I told you about her.”

“That’s cute.”

“I’m really excited.” His smile went from ear to ear, “Do you want to see it?”

“You have it with you?”

“Yes.” He pulled out the box and showed it to Barbie, “Doesn’t it look nice?”

“Holy shit!” She almost yelled. Ken hide the box in his pocket as quick as he could before his girlfriend turned around to face the two of them

“What?” She looked at them

“Nothing. Just saw a squirrel.” Barbie smiled at her

“Squirrel?” Ken looked around, before Barbie elbowed him, “Right. A squirrel. Definitely seen lots of those.”

“Okay.” She gave them a weird look before turning back around, “Sorry I parked so far away.”

“It’s fine.” Ken smiled. Not that she’d see him while he did

“God I should have worn my Birks.”

“That would have been smart.” Ken agreed with Barbie

“I have an extra pair in my car, if you want to borrow them when we get there.” His girlfriend offered

“Oh that’d be awesome.” She did a little hair flip. Ken went back to staring down at his ring. Barbie saw his gaze fixated on the jewelry and asked him,

“How did you afford that thing?”

“Ken.”

“Which one?”

“My rival Ken. He was really nice. Something about buying a crypt before the bubble exploded?”

“He bought crypto?” She scoffed

“Yep.”

“Ken.” She admonished him. Not that she could really say anything. She didn’t invest but a lot of guys at her job had told her about how much they knew about the market.

“We’re here!” His girlfriend announced and unlocked the doors. Barbie crawled in the back and laid down

“Sorry I had like… an insanely long night last night.”

“It’s fine.” His girlfriend laughed

“So, we’re going home?” Ken asked her

“Unless you want to go somewhere else for lunch?” She asked him, fixing the stray hairs on her head, using her rear view mirror

“No, I’m fine.” Ken hummed, turning the radio on. He flipped through a few stations until taking his phone and connecting the Bluetooth to her stereo

“You trust him that much?” Barbie piped up as she noticed the change in music

“Of course. He has great taste in music… though I wish he’d listen to more K-Pop.”

“It’s just not my style.” He shrugged

“That’s okay.” She kissed his cheek. “This one.”

“Got it.” He put his phone down and let the song on the speakers finish before continuing to flip with her approval. The ride home was smooth, with Barbie getting woken up occasionally by the sounds of Ken and his girl scream singing along with a song. When they pulled into the parking spot, Ken took his girl’s hand and laid a kiss onto it.

“I love you.” He whispered to her

“I love you too.” She whispered back to him and laid a tiny kiss onto his cheek. She got out of the car first and walked away from her car as Barbie stumbled out and Ken jumped out. Ken ran around to the other side and grabbed the key from his girlfriend to get up into the apartment before she could. She followed after him but talked with Barbie about what style of Birkenstocks she could buy with her next paycheck. Ken got into the apartment and locked the door behind him. He knew he only had a couple of seconds, max, to get everything in order. He threw his cap and gown onto the floor and shoved it into the pantry for the time being. Next, he went and lit all of the candles that Barbie had taken out and made sure the apartment looked pretty. He heard a knock on the door before hearing his girlfriend whine.

“Ken, let us in!”

“One second!” He replied, only to hear her groan. He grabbed a bag of dried hibiscus petals and threw them on the floor. They kind of looked like rose petals right? Then when he was ready, he pulled the ring out from his pocket and opened the door.

“I was about ready to call the locksmith.” His girlfriend laughed before glancing behind him, “Ken what did you do?”

“I… have something really important to ask you.” He took her hand and guided her over to the center of the petals before getting down on one knee

“Ken?” Her voice barely made a sound

“I… I know how we met was a little bit weird. And it’s been nothing but weird since we’ve been girlfriend boyfriend but… I want us to be more than girlfriend boyfriend.”

“Like what?” She smiled

“Like… my bride? Or wife? Bridewife? Whichever one lasts longer.” He smiled back at her and opened up the ring box

“And if I said yes?”

“I’d be really happy.” He laughed. Without a word, she nodded her head up and down quickly and he got up from kneeling to slip the ring onto her finger. She pulled Ken into a kiss and he wrapped his hands around her waist. He pulled away from her and wiped the little tears that ran down her face away, kissing her cheek for each tear drop that had fallen. She giggled as his lips met with her skin numerous times, and she cupped his face in between the palms of her hands. When he was still, she got on her tip toes and kissed his forehead before whispering,

“I love you Ken.”

“I love you too.” He whispered back. He looked away from her and over at Barbie, who came running with her phone.

“Here.” She handed him the phone, “This one is my favorite personally.”

“Wait, did she know?” His girlfriend… well fiance now, asked the two of them

“Yeah.” He beamed, “She helped me get this all set up.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at Barbie

“You’re welcome!”

“That’s a cute picture.” She leaned against Ken. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her back and adjusted his shoulder so it would be a more comfortable spot for her head.

“Not to brag, but you should definitely use this on your wedding invites.” Barbie suggested

“We should.” She hummed, “Okay. Let’s do lunch.”

“Sounds good.” Ken replied. The three of them celebrated Ken’s graduation until Barbie started dozing off on their couch while Ken and his fiance cuddled in the other chair.

“I’ll send you the photos tomorrow.” Barbie said, making her way to the door

“Sounds good, can’t wait to see them again. See you!”

“Bye guys!” And with that Barbie left. She locked the door behind Barbie and looked at Ken. She practically ran into his arms. He stumbled a little, but managed to keep from falling back. He propped her up and looked into her eyes.

“What do you want, honey?” He asked her innocently enough

“I just want you.” She kissed along his jawline. He practically melted in her arms when she did that. He picked her up and carried her to their bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, peppering his cheek with kisses all the while. When he knew she’d land safely on the bed, he let his hand run down along her spine. She let go of him and fell onto her back before pulling Ken on top of her. He pulled away for a second to undo the buttons on his shirt and she sat up to work the back of her dress off. She pressed her forehead up against his and gave him a quick kiss as the clasp came undone.

“God I love you.” She smiled as she looked into his eyes

“I love you too.” He said back. He threw his shirt off to the side and used his hands to pin her arms down onto the bed below him. He kissed her neck and pressed his hips down into hers. He used her body as friction up against his dick for a couple of seconds before thrusting into her. She arched her back up to meet with his body. He pumped into her, what started off slow and safe turned desperate and ragged. Her little mewls and moans under him turned him on way more than he could even say in that moment. Her hands rested on his shoulders as his breaths got shorter.

“Ken…” She moaned. He looked up at her. “Just keep going…”

He felt a warmth pool in his stomach and he let out small broken moans as he came inside of her. He carefully laid on top of her, kissing her head and wrapping his arms around her center. She moved her hands down along his back and let them rest just above his butt. She kissed his forehead quickly before pressing her own against his.

“God I love you.”

“I love you too.” He rubbed his cheek against hers. She was quiet for a moment as they cuddled before finally piping up,

“Hey Ken?”

“Yes?” His head perked up

“How long have you been thinking about that?”

“About what?” He batted his eyes

“Proposing.”

“A long time.” He smiled, “I just knew you were the girl I wanted to be with.”

“That’s sweet.” She laughed a little

“Why?”

“I was just curious is all.”

“Okay.” He rolled over and lied next to her, adjusting himself so his arm rested underneath her head. She draped her hair over his arm and looked into his eyes.

“I love you.” She said, wrapping her arms back around his chest and burying her head into the crook of his neck. His lips met with the crown of her head and he replied one more time,

“I love you. With everything that I am.”

#ken in the real world #ken barbie x reader #ryan gosling ken #ken barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie 2023 #barbie movie fanfiction #fanfiction #my fic #my writing

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floweryfreelance · 3 years

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A First Time For Everything - Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Peter simply can’t wait to show her his new handheld video game, and the pair decide to break the rules to play it together that night in her dorm room for the first time. But when deep-seated feelings are brought to the surface, the two find themselves venturing into unknown territory in their relationship. After all, there is a first time for everything.

WARNINGS: Mature sexual content. Smut and fluff.

CLARIFICATION: The reader is considered a ‘student’ in that they are training at the institute. Neither they nor Peter are meant to be underage by any means.

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She had been eagerly awaiting nightfall since her first class that morning. As a trainee at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, every day was packed full of classes, practice, training, and more training after that. One of her main sources of fun was Peter Maximoff, aptly named Quicksilver, a boy that had become her closest friend during her time studying at the institute. When he wasn’t running missions with the X-Men, they spent whatever time they could together- lunches, breaks between her classes, and trips into town to the arcade whenever they could sneak away.

That particular morning, just as she settled into her seat, Peter sped into the room and screeched to a halt at her desk, leaning on his palms as he grinned up at her. “Good morning, beautiful.” He drawled, raising one brow teasingly as he snatched up her notebook and lazily flipped through it. “What would you say if I told you I just so happen to have, in my possession, the world’s first. Handheld. Racing game. Hm?”

Her cheeks flushed a light shade of rosy pink. Despite how often Peter loved to tease her, it never ceased to give her butterflies. But her attention quickly turned back to his statement. “What?” She questioned, racking her brain for what on Earth this boy could be talking about. Then, she remembered. Her eyes widened. “There’s no way. Peter, no way!”

“Uh, yes way!” The silver-haired boy laughed, trying to hush his excitement to conceal it from the rest of the students. Crouching further he leaned in, closing the distance between the two of them. “Mattel Auto Race. 1976. Fully digital, and all mine.”

She couldn’t help but smile, and brought her hands to her mouth to stifle a series of excitable giggles that escaped her. “Have you played it yet?” She whispered to him. “How is it?”

“Haven’t played it yet. I wanted to try it out together.” Peter said, his face suddenly lighting up as an idea game to mind. “How about we play it tonight? After training and dinner?”

Her expression faltered slightly, and she shook her head. “That’ll be too late. There’s curfew, remember?” She sighed. Curfew didn’t tend to apply to Peter or his equals. Students, however, were a different story. “Just play it yourself tonight, okay? You can tell me all about it tomorrow.”

Peter pouted, sticking his bottom lip out for a moment before both of you nearly burst out laughing. “No way!” He protested, standing straight but keeping his voice at a whisper. “I’ll sneak in. We’ll be quiet, I promise! Keep your door unlocked!” Peter waved as the instructor entered the room, and before she even had a chance to protest, he vanished.

So, there she sat on her bed, legs crossed and waiting impatiently for the quietest knock on her door. As nervous as she was to be breaking the rules like this, it certainly wasn’t the first time she had done so. Still, breaking curfew, let alone having someone in her room past curfew, was a pretty big risk to take at a mansion filled with mutants. While Professor X tended not to expel mutants, this school being one of a kind, acts of defiance among students didn’t go unpunished.

Tap tap tap.

Her head shot up, eyes darting to the door. That must have been Peter.

Tiptoeing across the wooden floor she stealthily made her way to the door, cautiously unlocking it before cracking it open just enough to be able to peek outside. Sure enough, her eyes wandered up a young man’s frame, dressed lazily in dark sweatpants and an old graphic t-shirt. Her eyes met his finally, and neither of them could help from smiling like giddy school children.

“Did you bring the stuff?” She teased, holding back a laugh.

“Did I ever!” Peter excitedly whispered, leaning against the door frame. “C’mon, let me in already, before someone sees me!”

Stifling giggles, she let him slip through the door into her room, dimly lit with only a lamp on in the corner. After locking the door she turned and leaned against it, eyeing her guest. “What are you looking at?”

Peter stood just a few steps away, eyes scanning the room as if he were in a museum. “It looks different at night.” He commented, having only ever been in her room in broad daylight when visitors were allowed to do so.

“It’s just the same old room.” She rolled her eyes, bare feet padding across the floor and over to the bed where she sat down on the edge. “You’ve been here before, Peter.”

“Well, yeah,” The silver-haired boy snorted, crossing his arms. With a shrug he shifted his attention and took a running start before leaping onto the bed, earning a giggly scolding from the much more rule-wary girl. “Anyways,” He drawled, shifting his weight to pull a small box-shaped device from his sweatpants pocket. “Let’s move on to the fun stuff, shall we?”

It was a light grey box not much larger than Peter’s hand, with a vertical black stripe resembling a street on the right side and what appeared to be colorful controls on the left. On the top left corner was the object’s company and name: Mattel Electronics™ Auto Race. As interesting as it was, she had no idea how it was meant to be played. With all of their trips to the arcade in the city, she had never seen a game like this. She furrowed her brows.

“So… how do you play it?” She inquired, leaning closer to get a better look at the odd device.

“I read the instructions, and it’s actually pretty straightforward for a racing game.” Peter smiled pridefully, excited to be teaching her something for once rather than the other way around. “So, you see these controls here? These are what make your little car doo-dad drive.” Peter proceeded to explain the controls of the game: what the digital car looked like, how to use the controls to avoid obstacles, and the race timer at the top of the screen. As far as explanations went, she followed him, but wanted to see it played. Happily, Peter switched on the game as she leaned into his right arm, watching closely as everything he explained played out in front of her eyes.

For a few minutes she took comfort in watching him play, smiling each time he cursed under his breath when he hit an obstacle or confused the controls and had to start over. When he attempted to use his mutation to his advantage she scolded him again, using the excuse that she wanted to see the game for real and that he could cheat when he was on his own, if he wanted to so badly.

“I’ve been playing for, like, ten minutes.” Peter smirked, playfully nudging the game into her hands. “Your turn.”

Her eyes widened and she held the game awkwardly, staring at it as if it were brand new. “N-No, it’s fine. I don’t think I can play it, I’d rather just watch you-”

“No way!” Peter scoffed as he rolled to the side, readjusting himself so he was sitting with his legs on either side of her on the bed, and her practically in his lap. “C’mon, it’s easy. I’ll show you.”

The sudden sensation of warmth made her cheeks flush a bright shade of red. His chest pressed flush against her back and his shoulders curved around hers as his chin rested just next to her right ear. She could feel his heart beating, and she wondered if he felt as flustered as she did. “You… But you made it look so easy.”

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” He chimed as he wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on top of hers on the game. “I’ll help you for the first couple rounds, okay?”

Sitting wrapped in his body heat, she allowed his fingers to guide hers over the controls. The presence of the timer made her nervous and shaky, but Peter’s thumbs over hers kept her steady. After just a few minutes, she beat his score.

“That’s it, that’s it… Yes!” Peter whispered loudly as his excitement flurried, and he dropped both of their hands from the game to wrap his arms tightly around her. She held back elated laughs, holding his arms as she tucked her legs up. Soon they were snuggled into one another, laughter dying down and leaving them breathing softly in each other’s arms. Peter’s heart was beating even faster now, and she could feel the pulse against her shoulder blade. Neither of them knew what to say or when to break the silence, not that it was awkward- if anything, it felt nice to just hold one another.

After a few moments of calm, Peter finally spoke. “Hey, I uh-” He whispered into her ear, pausing to clear his throat. “Man, this uh… This might be easier since I can’t, y’know, see your face, but…” Another pause. “I’m not really good at this kind of stuff, but… I really like you. I mean really like you.”

She paused, heart beating fast enough she thought it might burst out of her chest. She reactively moved to turn to face him, but his arms stayed firmly wrapped around her, keeping her in place.

“Peter, I-”

“I got so used to just...being here, y’know? People were nice to me but I didn’t really feel like I fit anywhere. Even with the X-Men.” Peter admitted, his face in the crook of her neck and his hot breath beating against her skin. “Ever since you showed up, anywhere I’m with you just feels so...right. And, listen-” He leaned away slightly then, his grip on her loosening as he suddenly became unsure. “If this is totally weird and you’re hating this, we can just pretend I never said anything. I’ll literally be outta here in the blink of an eye and we can just go back to normal, I really-”

“Peter, just slow down for a second.” She sighed impatiently, pushing his arms away so she could turn around to sit on her knees, facing him. Her hands rested on her lap, but they craved to touch him again. “What do you mean you like me? You’ve never said anything like that before, I-”

“I could kiss you right now if you let me.” He interjected, leaning back slightly on his hands as he gazed at her with so much admiration and love in his eyes she could practically read him like the comic book he was. “I’ve never done that either. First time for everything, right?” He shrugged with a half-hearted chuckle, still anxiously anticipating her reaction to his confession. With the adrenaline that shot through her body at the mention of a kiss, it didn’t take long for her to make her choice.

“Do it.”

Peter’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “...Huh?”

“Do it.” She repeated, shifting uncomfortably as she eagerly hoped he would do just that. “Kiss me.”

The two stared at each other for what felt like forever, eyes boring into each others’ as each waited for the other to move first. Hesitantly, Peter sat up a bit more, leaning closer to her until he could feel her breath on his lips. He brought one hand to her jaw, keeping the other on the bed so as not to overwhelm her (or himself, for that matter). As his thumb gently stroked her cheek he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. The pair sat there for a moment, lips lightly touching as they breathed in the warmth and scent of one another. There wasn’t any better way to describe the feeling other than simply right. Meant to be. Long awaited.

She moved first, sitting up on her knees and cupping his jaw with both hands, tilting his head back as she towered over him. His hand that had been resting on the bed moved to the exposed skin of her hip, gentle with uncertainty. She held him like she had been reunited with something horribly dear to her, and he held her as if she were the most valuable thing in the world, threatening to break if he wasn’t careful. She moved again and his breath got caught in his throat- she was practically straddling him now. As her hand grabbed his to move further up her body, he resisted, making her lean away.

“Sorry, sorry I-” She laughed uncomfortably, sitting back down on her calves and widening the distance between them again. “I thought, I mean I didn’t-”

“N-No, no! Oh God, no, listen…” Peter interrupted her, laughing just as nervously. “It isn’t that I don’t want to! I just… I didn’t want to assume, I guess?” He snorted and ran a hand over his face as he slouched forward, sighing in disbelief. “I guess I couldn’t even imagine you feeling the same way about me, so… I didn’t really plan past the...telling you part.”

She rolled her thumbs in her lap, fighting back a small smile. “Peter- Oh, Peter. You have no clue, do you?”

Peter blinked, raising a brow and silently encouraging her to explain further.

“I’ve been into you for months. Months.” She finally broke into a helpless smile, clasping his hand in hers and intertwining their fingers.

Peter looked as if he had simultaneously won the lottery and seen a ghost. “Why did you say anything?”

“Same reason you didn’t, dummy!” She rolled her eyes. Maybe he was even more clueless than she thought. “I didn’t want to ruin this. What we already had.”

Her words brought an equally helpless smile to Peter’s face, and they both sat there grinning at each other like ridiculously lovesick school children. In truth, both of them had pictured this exact moment a million times, each time with a few variations here and there. They would lay awake in bed, picturing confessing to one another and sharing their first kiss. On other nights they would imagine what the other’s body looked like- what it felt like- under their touch. On other nights they would wonder what sounds the other would make. They would daydream hopelessly, always finishing the scene with a solemn reminder that it would never happen.

But there’s always a first time for everything.

Moving more mindfully this time, she returned to her spot on his lap, her legs on either side of his hips as he wrapped his arms around her. She cupped his cheek and ran a hand through her hair as she kissed him again, only breaking the kiss to whisper to him, “I want to if you want to.”

Flustered and pink in the face, Peter grinned pressing a hasty kiss to her lips again. “I want to if you want to.”

“I guess we’re on the same page then, huh?”

In the next few moments, the pair felt as if they had been swept into a disorienting hurricane, one that drove them mad with excitement and, soon, arousal. Peter gave into her weight against him and laid back against the bed, holding her body close to his with his hands gripping her hips. Her fingers raked through his hair, inadvertently holding his head down against the mattress as they kissed, their mouths soon opening enough and allowing their tongues to find each other. The feeling made her gasp softly, her hips flexing suddenly and pushing down harder against Peter’s lap, earning a quiet whine from him. The sound made her smile.

Testing her theory she lifted her hips from him before lightly bringing them back down, dragging her groin against his for a short distance before repeating the action. She could feel him beneath her, sturdy and growing harder as the seconds passed. Peter’s grip on her hips tightened and he relaxed his head back against the bed, sighing softly as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip. He opened one eye to gaze at her, making both of them erupt into a series of giggles, but still he stared. She was beautiful- the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Peter slid his arm around her back to the opposite hip, holding her steady as he switched their positions. He remained nestled between her legs, her knees on either side of his hips, and he gazed down at her as she brushed his messy hair from his face.

“Can I?” Peter asked, his fingers at the hem of his own shirt. Seeing her nod yes, he pulled the old shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor before leaning down for another kiss. His hands found the waistband of her shorts and moved further up her stomach until they found the fabric of her shirt, which he tugged lightly. Another nod gave him some reassurance that this was truly happening, and he gently pulled her shirt over his head. Admiring her, Peter gently ran his hands along her sides, feeling every curve of her body and the smoothness of her skin. His touch made goosebumps raise along her arms, and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

Their lips found each other once again, and she raised her arms around his neck as his wrapped under her back to feel for the clasp of her bra. His throat ran dry as he felt the clasp come undone, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, pulling them impossibly close. Peter kept his hands running all over her, groping at any flesh he could find in a manner that made her wonder if he feared she would disappear if he wasn’t constantly touching her. As if he worried he was dreaming.

She unwrapped one arm from his neck, sliding it down his bare chest until it found the waistband of his sweats. With hesitant hands she cupped him, and grinned as he parted the kiss with a breathy groan. It was low and raspy, but he still couldn’t help but smile. That smile faltered, as her bra came away, exposing a part of her he had wondered about before and was finally able to see. For someone with an impeccable sense of time, Peter had no idea how long he stared at her before her hand was suddenly on his, and guided it to her breast. His eyes met hers, pupils blown wide with disbelief and lust.

Finally beginning to warm up to one another, something shifted in Peter. It was as if he finally came to terms with the reality that he wasn’t dreaming- that this was really and truly happening. It was the same for her- feeling his hands on her breasts, groping at her ass and running along her thighs- his touch left her feeling feverish and more sensitive than she had ever felt before. A heat pooled in her stomach and her hand slipped under his waistband, finding his cock and wrapping her fingers around it. Peter grunted and buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking the opportunity to leave kisses there as he hid his likely lewd expression. The kisses started as soft, then deeper with the feeling of his tongue, and soon he gently sank his teeth into the sensitive skin and began to suck.

The noise that left her was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, so beautiful that it momentarily completely distracted him from the fact she was stroking him. He let out a quiet laugh before resuming leaving a dark mark against the skin between her neck and collarbone- a safe place if she had a shirt with a high enough collar.

Her hand on him gripped tighter and her thumb began to circle the tip of his cock, collecting the slick and spreading it. Her hips instinctively lifted, in search of friction wherever they could find it. Peter happily obliged, capturing her lips in another kiss as his hand slid down her bare torso and under the hem of her shorts, and slid the pads of his fingers against her sex. Her lips turned up into a smile and she hummed, pleased, and her hips grinded against his hand, craving more.

Clothing was stripped away and bodies tangled themselves in each other’s limbs, sweat beading up on foreheads and breathing becoming heavy and thick. Sitting in his lap, Peter fingered her, his motions slow and calculated. His fingers curled deep inside of her, pushing against her walls in search of that delicate sweet spot that would pull more of those beautiful sounds out of her. As he found it she clenched his shoulders tightly, moaning into a deep kiss as she grinded against his palm. In a matter of minutes she came undone, every muscle in her body tightening as a rush of violent heat shot through her and then suddenly released. As she rode out her orgasm Peter kissed down her chest, holding her tightly in place with his free arm wrapped around her back to her opposite hip.

And then Peter found himself on top of her yet again, gazing down at her glistening skin illuminated only by the single lamp on the bedside table. He shivered and flexed as her fingertips ran down his stomach slowly, her eyes communicating some emotion between hungry passion and pure euphoria.

“What’s wrong, Peter?” She whispered to him as she cupped his cheek, noticing his hesitation. “Is it- oh, do you not want-”

“No no! God no, I-” He laughed, shaking his head. “God do I want to. I just… I wanted to make sure you did.”

She smiled gleefully, moving her hands to hold his hips and pull him closer to her. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself brush against her core. “I do, Peter. I really do. But-” She turned playfully serious then, holding a single finger to his lips and pushing him away slightly. “-only if you have a condom.”

“...One sec.” Peter suddenly sped off with a single rush of wind, her dorm room door opening for a split second before being gently closed again as he returned. She watched as he locked the door, pausing only to do what looked like a little happy dance, before he sped right back to his place on top of her. She erupted into a fit of giggles, unable to contain her laughter.

“Peter, y-you just..!” She spoke through her hands, trying to muffle her laughter. “You really just ran through the hall naked to get a condom..?!”

“Duh.” Peter smirked down at her, running a hand lazily through his silver hair before leaning back down to capture his giggly partner’s lips in a deep kiss.

The humorous atmosphere quickly returned to its former state, one of passion and young love and untamable anticipation. She helped Peter put on the condom and got herself comfortable again as he lined himself up with her entrance, wrapping her arms around his shoulder to keep him close to her. As he eased himself into her he moved slowly, holding back his own groans to closely watch her reaction. Her back arched and she shut her eyes, moaning softly as she tried to ride out the slight pressure she felt. It wasn’t pain, and it didn’t make her want to stop- if anything, it made her more determined to get to the point of pleasure. Eventually he bottomed out inside of her, and finally allowed a guttural groan to escape past his lips. Remaining motionless for the time being he readjusted himself, slipping one hand under the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist. He watched her face closely and waited for his cue to move. With a deep breath and a smile, she nodded.

Peter moved steadily, cupping the back of her neck as he thrusted in and out of her. She felt like warm silk, and with every movement he could feel himself being pulled closer and closer to coming undone. For her, each movement drew lewd sounds from her, and she writhed underneath him as she brought her own fingers to her clit, amplifying the pleasure she felt. Their chests came together as he leaned closer to her and for a moment they could feel each other’s hearts pounding violently, almost in unison. Tightening his grip on the nape of her neck Peter pulled her into another kiss, both of them panting and moaning against each other’s lips as his thrusts began to pick up speed.

She begged for him, urging him to move faster and whining for more. The white hot pressure pooling in his lower stomach soon threatened to burst and, suddenly determined to bring her to the same level, his hand replaced hers on her clit. His super speed worked like vibrations against her and her body jolted suddenly, her own hand clapping over her mouth to muffle her groaning.

Even as they began to lose their stamina, neither could get enough of the other. They switched positions, her on his lap with him holding her hips, him hunched over her from behind with an arm wrapped underneath her; sweat and inklings of sleep couldn’t keep them off of each other. It was almost as if they feared this was their only chance to enjoy such a moment.

She braced one hand against the wall in front of her as the other held Peter’s. He thrusted into her from behind, both of their bodies kneeling upright and arched at the perfect angle. Peter held her close, his hand returning to her clit as her body language told him she was rocking unsteadily on the edge, as was he. Peter couldn’t help but smile through his own heavy breathing, and he leaned close to whisper soft words of encouragement into her ear. Does that feel good? You’re almost there. C’mon. Cum with me. As she finally came undone he buried his face into the crook of her neck, silencing his own moans as she muffled hers. Her legs shook and her stomach contracted, and her hand against the wall threatened to slip as she allowed the pleasure of her orgasm to take over her. Peter followed her not long after as the rhythm of his thrusts began to falter and lose their coordination, and he became sloppy as he lightly bit down on her shoulder and allowed himself his release.

There was no telling what time of night it was as they laid together in her bed, snuggled comfortably under the covers and still tangled in one another’s arms. They were turned in towards each other, her holding his head that laid against her chest as his arms lazily draped around her bare waist.

“What are you thinking about?” She whispered softly to him as her fingers combed through his silky hair.

Peter paused, letting out a soft sigh as he planted a gentle kiss on the inside of her breast. “...I guess I just… I just wanna know what this means?”

“What what means?”

“This, y’know?”

Oh. She thought to herself silently for a moment. What did this mean? She knew she had feelings for Peter and had for awhile, but she had gotten so lost in his desire for her that she hadn’t questioned what he wanted out of this. He clearly had feelings for her as well. All that was left now, she supposed, was making something out of what was previously nothing.

“...Peter?”

“Hm?”

“...What would you say if I asked you to be my boyfriend?”

Any trace of exhaustion was suddenly expelled from Peter’s mind as he lifted his head, his widened eyes meeting hers as he stared at her in disbelief. “W-... What do you mean?”

She fought back laughter, amused by his expression. “I’m saying I want you to be my boyfriend. I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” She stated, matter-of-factly. “So… Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Officially?”

“Officially.”

Peter’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas, or a young golden retriever who couldn’t contain his excitement. He grinned widely, tightening his arms around her as he wrestled her into a hug, peppering her face and neck with kisses as he excitedly whispered Yes! Oh my god, I’m a boyfriend! I’m your boyfriend!

They caught each other in another kiss, this one passionate and deep and laced with elation. They broke into another excitable fit of giggles, shushing each other and trying desperately to stay quiet as happiness erupted within them. Soon, sleep finally caught up with them. Entangled in each other’s embrace they fell fast asleep, her twisting Peter’s hair around her finger and Peter tracing small circles on the small of her back. Fear of being caught couldn’t touch them here in this moment- Peter was quite a talented escape artist. Even if they were caught in the morning, naked in her bed after clearly having broken several academy rules, no amount of trouble could dim their joy. Besides, it could be healthy for a goodie-two-shoes like her to finally get in trouble. After all, there’s a first time for everything.

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Wedding Dress

Kinktober day 13: Cunnilingus

Pairing: Domestic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean is hiding under your wedding dress— he can have some fun while he's in there, right?

A/N: I'll admit that my mood isn't high today, and writing this one was kind hard at some point. So, @theicariantouch helped me a lot more than they usually already do and I'm so glad. Thank you, hon! This is co-written.

Warnings: oral sex (woman receiving), cute, kind public sex

“You look beautiful!”

You rolled your eyes at your mom's obvious lie, although the look on her face told you that she truly believed that adjective could be used properly there. Perhaps that was the 'perfect child' syndrome again when mothers saw their newborns — the unfinished, strange little creatures as they were — as the cutest beings in the galaxy. No one would have the heart to tell them that their baby looked like an old knee, and neither did you about the clearly ugly clothing.

The inordinately puffy dress was more beige than white with a massive bow laced to crown at the small of your back, no cleavage, and sequins embossed with an opalescent gleam trailing along the waistline. It wasn’t in an elegant way like Cinderella’s, but in the most démodé, antiquated manner possible. You'd never wear it for any party, much less your marriage — plus, you just tried it on because you imagined it'd be funny to twirl and watch the skirt flutter, maybe feel like a princess for a hot minute.

There was something those movies didn’t tell you about the dresses like this, and that was the fact they were heavy. You only wore it for a couple of minutes, and you already wanted to cut it open with scissors and walk around naked for the rest of the day.

After all, this wasn't really your color.

You replaced your wrinkled nose with a playful grimace followed by a shrug. “I guess I'll try another. The siren cut one is really pretty.”

“I'll ask for them to get it.” She nodded, getting up to summon Cecilia — the unfortunate worker that had fetched at least fifteen different dresses for you by now — and the third glass of champagne for herself. She quickly got lost in the lavender-scented castle of dresses, high-classed scenery marked with the quiet lull of Celine Dion playing in the background. You scoffed, turning around to meet the mirror again just to make sure this one was a definite no until your eyes found something way more interesting.

Dean Winchester — the man you made a home out of — was looking at you through the large glass window. It was so easy to spot the smile on his face while he observed you with a lionized intensity as if you were his favorite movie that he couldn’t get enough of watching. Dean's vivid green eyes were almost glossy with adoration and loyalty — because that was the only way this magnetic man knew how to love. And he loved you; oh, how much he loved you and the life he never thought he'd get with you. That marvelously dazed look on his face almost fooled you into thinking that this was the right dress.

Sweetened seconds of longing looks soon shifted, changing into a frown of yours as Dean stepped into the fancy boutique. You moved your body to glance at him, the skirted ends of the dress dancing around your legs as the subtle woosh of fabric echoed. Fortunately, it seemed to break Dean's focus as well, his eyes now sharpened on your confused expression.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was out for lunch with Sammy, so I decided to drop in.” He smirked, approaching you. You placed your hands on your hips and glanced at him. Your bridal instinct — which, funnily enough, sounded a lot like your mom — screamed for you to cover yourself up, but what was the point? He had already seen it, and that definitely wouldn't be your dress.

Nonetheless, you arched your eyebrows and wore an accusative tone as you spoke, “You aren't supposed to see me in a wedding dress before our marriage, Winchester.”

“I don't believe that.” Dean rolled his eyes and placed his hands on your hips.

God, that puffy beige abomination had enough cushiony material to suppress the sensation of Dean's hands on you. Yep, big no.

Childish joy was spreading across your face with a beam as you put your arms around his neck. “You, of all people, a skeptic?”

The Winchester pulled you closer donning that lopsided grin that often made you want to drag him to the nearest bed, but, before he could even speak, you heard your mother's voice nattering to Cecilia about shades of white steadily growing louder.

She would kill you and Dean both if she saw him there.

“Hide, now!” You pushed his chest only to gain a confused look from the retired hunter. “My mom's coming. You know how crazy she is about matrimonial traditions and whatever! You need to go, now!”

Dean gulped as though just now noticing your mom's echoing voice and high heels clicking against the floor. How was that more threatening than the howls of the werewolves he used to kill?

“Dean!” you pleaded when he didn't move.

He glanced at you with desperate eyes, suddenly paralyzed with fear. “What? I can't go through the front door, she'll see me!”

“Are you afraid of my mom?” you say incredulously, a frown abruptly sharpening your painted features.

Dean glared at you in exhaustion. “You aren't?”

“That's not the point!” You groaned. Dean seemed to finally catch up to the idea, abruptly making a beeline to the dressing room encircled with thick velvet curtains the color of spilled wine. “What are you doing?”

He gestured wildly, clearly with only one goal in mind: hide. “Getting in the dressing room!”

“All the others besides mine are occupied!” you hiss sharply, because you’ve been trying on gowns of all shapes and sizes long enough now to know the drill. You pointed to the ostentatiously large gown you were wearing. “They’ll see you once I go back in to change out of this.”

Dean looked you up and down, a completely inappropriate smirk growing on his lips when you were about thirty seconds away from getting caught violating the imagined laws of matrimony. “I wouldn't mind seeing you change this. I can even help you to-”

“Dean!” you hissed as an idea struck. What else could you do? You weren't signing up for a two-hour-long lecture about the importance of tradition for your own wedding, but there was no other place you could hide Dean in. Your mom's voice was progressively getting closer and closer. What you did next was a desperate yet necessary measure. “Get under me.”

Dean's brows knitted together incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me! This thing is so big it’ll hide you,” you exclaimed in a lower tone than your nervousness desired, denoting the excessively billowy dress. You lifted the smoothly flared skirt just enough not to show your panties and barked: “Get inside, now!”

Dean shot you a wink before dutifully doing what he was told. “That's what she said.”

You just rolled your eyes at his muffled retort, beginning to question why you had agreed to marry him in the first place.

It didn't take longer than ten seconds for your mom and Cecilia to pop up. The latter held a bundle of dresses in diversified shades of white before settling them on the Victorian-esque marble top table, sighing in relief at the final release of her admittedly heavy burden.

“Honey, we brought you five siren cuts!” Your mom, though, had an excited smile on, already grabbing one of the many dresses and pushing it into your arms. “Try this!”

Cecilia gave you a friendly smile, gesturing to the long, silken dress you’d just been given. “This one is from Mattel's new collection.”

Dean shifted under your gown, his spiked hair tickling your leg. He was a big man, so you knew this was difficult for him too. You gulped, heart pounding like a drum inside of your chest while you tried to come up with a request to keep them away long enough for you to get rid of Dean.

Glancing around the classy room, your eyes caught a myriad of vibrantly colorful dresses swaying on a rack next to the wall of mirrors. This was it. This was your out.

Your gaze landed back on the two women in front of you. The icy current from the air conditioner combing through your hair didn't help the blood running cold in your veins. You swallowed the lump in your throat and wore your best poker face.

Was this how Dean felt when he had to lie for a job when he was a hunter? You didn't know, but what you knew for sure was how his greedy fingers felt pulling your panties to the side when he was hiding under your improbably enormous wedding dress in the middle of an ostentatious clothing store.

“They all look so pretty,” you said, suppressing your scoff as Dean pecked your thigh, “but I was thinking about red ones?”

Cecilia opened her mouth to respond, but your mom was quicker. With a shocked expression and her hand resting dramatically on chest, she said: “Red?! That's not a color for a ceremony in the church.”

You were ready to offer her a swift retort as this was your wedding, not hers, but Dean's kisses kept rising higher and higher. Son of a bitch! You’d kill him if it didn't feel so good. You were already wet, momentarily losing track of space and time. Everything with him felt like the comfortable warmth of afterglow.

That is, until your mother brought you back down to earth with an admonishingly chide tone: “Y/N!”

“I just want to see how it fits me. Please.” You knew he was purposely ignoring your pussy, kissing near it but never getting to the point. You placed you hand on the part of the dress that his head would be, pushing him a little closer. The next word wasn’t meant for your entourage, but it made sense anyway: “Please.”

Cecilia curved the corner of her lips in sympathy. “Of course. We just got a new package a few days ago. I think they will fit you perfectly!”

Dean's lips kissed your heat. You bit your bottom lip to control a moan, summoning a nod interlaced with a tight smile for Cecilia. You doubted you were able to come up with anything else more coherent than Dean and more right now.

“I'll make sure it isn't too red!” You mom huffed, following the worker as she turned away to grab what you asked for.

Dean's hand held onto your leg as he started to lick in slowly, savoring your taste. He had to be controlling himself carefully, staving down his own desire to go deep and eat you out hungrily like he usually did.

You watched the pair leave, impatience fraying your scattered thoughts. You clenched down tightly, trying to force his tongue out of you as you waited for your mother to leave. Unfortunately, she stopped in the middle of the aisle to abandon Cecilia in favor of another worker swathed in a collection of bridal veils. Too risky. Maybe pushing him to the door would be better long term than having Dean to go down on you right now, but it certainly wouldn’t be as pleasurable.

You decided to consider this one of the little adventures pre-marriage: the eldest Winchester was now licking his way inside you, fingertips sinking into your skin as he pressed his mouth and tongue against your wetness.

God, you loved that man.

“Thought you'd like to see some options without your mom.” Cecilia's voice out of nowhere almost made you jump, but you were able to restrain yourself. The fear of getting caught suddenly putting your body in place again, but Dean wasn't having any of it. As soon as you forced a giggle out to answer her, his mouth was on your pussy again.

“Yeah, she can be a little controlling.” You coughed. At least you could use the subject to excuse your discomfort.

You could practically feel Dean's smile on your pussy as he sucked your clit, wriggling his finger inside you. You pressed the hand on the other side of the thick curtain of fabric of his head down harder — for anyone else, it would look like this gesture coupled with your heated expression meant that the dress was uncomfortably hot.

At least, Cecilia thought so. With an understanding, saleswoman grin, she asked: “Do you want help to take the dress off?”

“No!” you almost screamed. It felt good to actually expel the noises you were withholding, even if it was on accident. “I mean, no. No, thank you. I'll take it off myself and try this red one — Can you keep my mom distracted for a couple minutes? She wouldn't like to see me in this.”

Coming up with a lie while your fiancé was sucking your clit and fingering you, checked.

“All for the bride.” Cecilia winked at you and left.

It took a couple seconds for you to regain some self control. With every ounce of willpower you had, you forced yourself to lift your dress and push Dean away from your trembling legs.

“What are you doing?” you asked, glancing at his face. That idiot wore a cocky smile on and had the audacity to lick his lips.

“What? You can't tell me to get between your legs and not eat you out. I'm a good soon-to-be husband.” He winked.

“You're unbelievable.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Hurry up and make me come, and don't get the dress dirty. Cecilia might be able to keep my mom away for like, five minutes. Do a good job.”

Dean chuckled, not able to discern if he was confusing reality and porn again or if this was actually happening, but your taste on his lips was evidence enough to make it uncontestible. He gave you a loving gaze despite everything before coming back to finish what he started. This was it, that was his girl.

“I can't wait to marry you.”

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Touch Up; Solomon/Asmodeus

TW: eating disorders, body image issues

Asmodeus was lounging on the couch, lost in thought in the middle of flipping through a fashion magazine as he felt the most peculiar feeling. It was uncanny, an unbearable tickling filling him from head to toe, prickling almost to a painful degree.

Almost immediately, he knew he had been hit by a magic spell. Although judging from the way he was feeling right now, he could safely say that the culprit hadn't been Solomon. He had been spelled by him a couple of times already, and could safely say that Solomon's magic felt entirely different after all, more intoxicating and not this clumsy. The spell Asmodeus had just been hit by gave him the impression of a toddler taking its first shaky steps.

He sighed deeply as he put down the magazine, stopping dead in his tracks as his gaze fell upon his hands. Instead of seeing slender hands with perfectly manicured nails, he was now faced with slightly more pale, rougher hands, the purple nail polish that was decorating his nails chipping away roughly.

„What in the,“ Asmo mumbled as he rushed towards his full body mirror. What he then saw choked the air out of his lungs.

The only thing that had remained closest to its original form was his face. His body however, had been badly compromised.

Asmodeus studied himself with wide eyes. Going off the clothes he was now wearing, there was no mistaking it. Whoever had hexed him had put him in Leviathan's body, switched out like someone had ripped off the head of a mattel doll and sloppily glued it onto a no brand barbie's body.

„This can't be,“ he muttered in terror. A certain kind of anxiety took a hold of him, heavy and dark, weighing him down so much more intensely than his own occasional bouts of panic would do. His heart was beating up to his chest as shaking fingers travelled over that body that wasn't his, taking note of dry hands, gangly limbs and ripped abs.

Not that Leviathan had a bad body, he was surprisingly ripped for a hikkikomori, and after all, Asmodeus had no problem finding beauty in any kind of body, no matter the shape or form. However, even though he knew how hypocritical it sounded, Asmo couldn't apply those principles to his own self.

As the demon of lust, he was known across Devildom as the most perfect demon to walk the grounds. So to maintain this title, he was stuck in a circle of strict training regimens, daily weigh-ins and caloric restriction to keep up this unattainable perfection. Asmodeus stuck to the perfect calculations of a weight slightly below average, followed by immense guilt and shame whenever it surpassed a certain point. After all, he knew everyone desired him the most when he looked tiny and dainty.

For the majority of his life he had believed otherwise, had clung to the assumption that he would be loved, no matter what, but after a certain incident, his mind had been reset.

The imagine in the mirror looked disturbed to him. Sharp collarbones and slender hands with small wrists, a slightly protruding ribcage and soft yet firm muscles were nowhere to be seen. Asmodeus could practically feel his self worth going down the drain. Everything he had worked for so passionately and desperately was gone. How could people love him when he wasn't the poster child of perfection?

With shuddering breaths, he touched his face, his imagination already painting pictures of decaying skin and rotting teeth.

He stayed like that for a minute, just staring at that version of himself in the mirror, so common yet so painful.

Then, he suddenly heard noise coming from the common room. He took a deep breath, picked himself up and headed towards the door. Considering the fact that he himself had changed so drastically, it was quite logical to assume that he wasn't the only person this had happened to. In the least, Leviathan had to be compromised as well, judging by the fact that Asmo was currently residing in his body.

Before he could even reach the common room he already heard his brother's voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus.

As he entered the room, the first thing he saw was Yuuta trying to calm down his brothers. They all looked incredibly messy.

Mammon was clad in Lucifer's clothing, his body looking more broad and less lanky, looking incredibly inappropriate. He was currently arguing with Satan, whose body had apparently been switched with Asmo's. Levi, sporting Satan's ugly lime green sweater was eyeing the books on the shelves with an uncharacteristic sort of interest.

Asmodeus turned his head, looking for the rest of his brothers. Beelzebub and Belphegor were sitting next to each other in comfortable silence, observing the room, their bodies switched out as well. They seemed to be dealing with this strange situation the best.

Yuuta was standing in the middle of the room as he cleared his throat nervously, looking properly ashamed. “Guys!” he brought out, his voice cracking slightly. “Ahem, guys,” he repeated himself, this time with a sturdier voice. “So I don't really know too much about what happened, but it's my fault, I'm so sorry! Solomon taught me a spell which was supposed to make you switch bodies with the person in front of you.” He worried his lip as his eyes darted from brother to brother. It didn't really work out the way it was supposed to, I'm really sorry.”

Satan sighed in slight annoyance. “It is what it is. Nothing much we can do about it now, so don't feel too bad. Speaking of feeling bad though, shouldn't he feel more guilty?” Satan pointed his finger in the direction of the accused. “Solomon, why did you go ahead and teach Yuuta something like that? Such a spell practically begs for trouble.”

Sitting on one of the couches, one leg crossed over the other, Solomon chuckled quietly. “Hmm, you could say I did it out of childish curiosity. Anyway, I didn't expect it to turn out like this either. What an an interesting development.”

“I just want my own body back, FML!” Levi cried, looking decently uncomfortable. “Lucifer, fix this please!”

Lucifer, who had just entered the room, not perplexed in the slightest, looking completely out of place in Mammon's bad boy attire, crossed his arms and tilted his head to one side in exasperation. “Levi, I can't just snap my fingers and fix everything. Besides, I already attempted to reverse the spell. It did not work.”

“Huh?!”

“Even Lucifer can't fix it? Then it's that serious?!”

Leviathan pulled at the edges of that horrid lime green sweater which, in Asmo's humble opinion, deserved to be burnt to the prettiest pile of ashes. “Man, this dumb normie sweater is so itchy! I think I need to- Huh?!” Levi stopped in his tracks, pulling at the sweater once again. “ Stupid piece of crap! I can't take it off!”

Lucifer sighed once again. “At least that gives me some kind of reassurance that none of you will cause the bodies any harm.” For one reason or another, Lucifer's gaze was locked on Mammon as he mentioned this.

Asmodeus pulled on one of his sleeves testingly. The fabric really did not budge.

His heart was still racing to his chest and he could feel cold sweat running down the small of his back. In a state like his current one, he couldn't help feeling unclean, dirty. All he wanted to do was lose himself in the routine of his facial care or the familiar warmth of a bath until he felt perfect and pure again. Then suddenly, realization hit him.

“Wait a sec,does that mean I won't be able to take a bath? There's no way I'm taking one with my clothes on. This hoodie is so heavy, I'd probably drown in it anyway,” Asmo ranted, throwing himself onto the couch next to Solomon in a moody little fit. “How much more cruel can life get?”

As he sat down he shuffled uncomfortably. He was hyper aware of the feeling of his stomach when he was sitting down and it made him nauseous to the core. Subconsciously, his fingers wrapped around his wrist, measuring the width of it, checking whether his thumb and his pointer could touch.

Instead of sitting normally, Asmo changed his position and leaned against Solomon instead, his body sprawled partially over the couch and partially over Solomon's body.

Lucifer watched his little brother and cleared his throat with a raised eyebrow. At this point, Asmodeus was pretty sure Lucifer had caught on to the fact that there was something going on between Asmodeus and Solomon, but was kind enough to not ask about it. Even if he did ask about it, Asmodeus probably wouldn't know what to say. His relationship to Solomon was special and not easily definable.

“That leaves us no other choice.” Lucifer's eye twitched slightly. “Solomon, if you're not too busy putting your hands all over my little brother, would you mind telling us if there's a counter spell you could use?” he asked as he was tapping his foot on the ground impatiently .

Solomon smiled at Lucifer as he threw his arm around Asmo's shoulders and inched even closer, that challenging smile still on his face. “There is no counter spell, I've already tried everything I could.”

In response, Lucifer's finger's twitched in warning as a dark look crossed over his face. Although surprisingly, he kept quiet in face of Solomon's obvious teasing.

Sensing the weird atmosphere, Yuuta quickly cut in. “Isn't there any other way for them to get their normal bodies back?” he asked Solomon.

For a moment, Solomon simply sat there, thinking about the possibilities they had. ”A way to return everyone back to their normal selves...” he mused. “The best option would be to let those affected know that you care for them, no matter how much their bodies and personalities may have been temporarily altered. In this case, honesty is key. If you lie it won't undo the spell.”

Lucifer nodded his head in understanding. “So what you're saying is that we have to convey our true feelings? That sounds simple enough.”

Asmodeus perked up, his head shortly lifting off Solomon's shoulder. “Oooooh! It sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale,” he gushed half-heartedly. He had spent the last five minutes of their conversation slowly and inconspicuously slouching lower and lower until his head laid on Solomon's chest, listening to his heartbeat. It helped distract him from his own mind when he listened to the rhythmic thumping. To his brothers, it would just look like he was being clingy, which was nothing new for them. After all, in the same way that Asmodeus attracted attention, he was also suspiciously good at evading it.

Belphie rolled back his shoulders to ease any sore muscles, apparently not tired for once. “As long as it's not too much of a hassle. Let's all give it a try.”

For a moment, silence filled the room and the brothers eyed each other awkwardly. “Yeahhh, no. I don't think that's' gonna happen,” Mammon threw in and Beel nodded.

“I don't think we're capable of expressing stuff like that, I agree with Mammon.”

“I don't know if I can agree with you two,” Asmodeus threw in. “But I think someone in this room certainly cares enough about us to be fitting for the job.”

The room was filled with silence as most of their gazes shot to Yuuta. Solomon was busy checking his fingernails as the brothers sat there in momentary awkward silence.

“Why is everyone looking at me?!” Yuuta panicked. “Stop looking at me like-” he paused and then pointed at his chest, eyebrows lifted high. “Do you mean me??”

Asmodeus made finger guns towards him. “Bingo, it's you! It's safe to say that we're all counting on you to break the spell!”

They all started talking all over each other again until Lucifer announced that the first turn would be his. He lead Yuuta out of the room, his hand hovering inches apart from Yuuta's back, both of them looking quite uncomfortable.

“Damn, I would pay good money to see this,” Mammon drawled as he leaned against the door frame, looking after the two. “Lucifer better not try to do anything dirty to my dearest Yuuta!”

Picking up a book and putting it down almost immediately after, Satan chuckled. “There's no one more emotionally repressed than these two. I can ensure you that the only thing happening over there will be awkward small talk. Anyway, I don't feel like wasting my time waiting, so I'm heading out.” He waved with one hand as he left the room.

Slowly but surely, they all trickled out of the room, minding their own business.

In the end, Asmodeus and Solomon were the only people left. A heavy sigh left Asmo's lips as he snuggled against Solomon for a moment more, taking comfort in his warmth.

“Will you now tell me what's been bothering you?” Solomon eventually asked as he slowly let his fingers run through Asmodeus' hair.

The demon went stiff in his arms and suddenly sprung up. “You're imagining things!” he quickly brought out, turning his back to Solomon. “There really is nothing wrong with me, I just remembered I need to be somewhere, that's all!” he yapped on before turning around for a second, flashing Solomon a blinding, yet obviously put on smile. “I have never been better!”

“Asmod-” Solomon started, but Asmo had already bolted out of the room.

Although Asmodeus was dazzling in person and character, he was a terrible liar, had always been one and would always stay one.

Perhaps, Solomon had grown used to the demon after having spent so much time with him, had grown used to deciphering the hidden messages which were out in plain sight and had learned to figure out Asmodeus' true character, not the persona he put up so effortlessly.

After all, he could tell that Asmodeus was not coping well. He had been twitchy and on guard ever since the spell had gone backwards, a state that seemed rather unusual for him.

With all of their bodies and possibly also parts of their personalities swapped, Solomon knew he wouldn't find Asmodeus at one of his usual spots. He had to find him though. Solomon reached inside his pocket and pulled out his spell book. Of course, he could just summon Asmodeus through their pact, but something told him that that wouldn't be the correct approach at the moment. He flipped through the pages, looking for the tracking spell he knew had to be in there.

After having fled so cowardly, Asmodeus found himself taking refuge in Levi's room. He couldn't tell what had led him there, but he found himself feeling slightly less panicked over there, alone and encased by four stony walls, the room softly illuminated by the giant aquarium. Pulled over his head was the thickest blanket he could find, bringing him a childish sense of security. He tried not to think as he trembled under the weight of his thoughts.

If there was one thing he couldn't deal with, it was his emotions. Usually, he'd carefully repress them, wouldn't think about them on purpose and lose himself in the safety of a warm body worshipping him. Now, that safety had been taken from him, mixed in with Levi's feeble state of mind, forming a whirlwind of disaster.

Without thinking, Asmo grabbed a controller that was near him on the ground and switched on one of Levi's consoles, almost as if he'd been doing this for all his life. Mindlessly, he started playing a game which didn't require too much attention, thankful for the distraction.

After a while, he heard footsteps behind him and paused the game, pulling the blanket further over his head as he took his knees closer to his body. Maybe if he stayed like this the intruder would mistake him for a rock or a gigantic pillow and just leave him be. All of a sudden, he felt someone touch the blanket on his head, hand resting there before the person stepped around Asmo's body.

The first thing Asmo saw were boots, followed by legs clad in their school uniform. Then, the person kneeled down in front of him, hands grabbing either side of the blanket that had been framing Asmodeus' head.

“I think we both interpret 'there's nothing wrong' in different ways,” Solomon said as he stared at Asmodeus' face. “You look like there's plenty of things wrong, so don't fault me for being worried.” Carefully, he placed his hand on Asmo's cheek, only for Asmodeus to turn his head away from it.

“Stop it with the act,” he mumbled, letting go of the blanket and hugging himself tightly before dropping his hands quickly down onto his lap. “I'm disgusting, aren't I? It must take you so much effort to even look at me. I wish nobody could see me like this, I'm a nightmare!” he forced out, limbs trembling as he shook his head. “See?! How can I live looking like this! I am the Avatar of Lust, and look at me! I am not perfect, my skin is breaking out and my hands are dry! I am the definition of a disaster! How could people ever love me when I'm not the picture of perfection? I worked fucking hard to have the perfect weight, the most agreeable personality and the most alluring of presences. No one can lift the spell when I'm like this! Everyone-”

Solomon inched closer as he shushed Asmodeus, eyebrows drawn together. “No one will think of you any different. Your emotions are being negatively influenced right now since you are in Leviathan's body. If you would just-”

Terror was painted on Asmo's face. “If I would do what? What, if I would just calm down everything will be alright? Is that what you're trying to say?” A dry laugh escaped his lips as he tilted his head backwards, staring at the ceiling. He took in a shuddering breath to calm himself. “Do you know what happened the last time I got sidetracked and let myself go a bit?” he asked, his lips trembling. “It was all over the tabloids. The whole thing was more of a scandal than that one time someone had secretly taken a photo of Lucifer sneaking into Diavolo's chambers late at night. All the magazines were all over me, saying the same thing over and over. Asmodeus is losing his charm! The Avatar of Lust has gained weight! Asmodeus is looking more healthy and less thin these days?!” A tear rolled down his cheek and he wiped it away furiously. “ There's no pleasing them, no matter what I do I am not enough. So excuse me if I can't believe you when you say blatant lies like you're worried about me. I've learned and I now know better. People love me for my body and that's it. They see what I want them to see and whatever's left just doesn't matter in the end.”

Solomon gripped Asmodeus' face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Asmodeus blinked back at him out of teary eyes.

“Look at me, Asmodeus. We are in a pact, aren't we?”

“Y-yes.”

“And you know me. Would I form a pact out of grossly superficial ulterior motives?” Solomon asked bluntly.

Slowly, Asmodeus shook his head. “You would never do that,” he muttered as Solomon started to stroke his cheek. Subconsciously, Asmo leaned in to the touch.

“You're right. After all, I formed a pact with you because you are powerful and dangerous. The way you look couldn't bother me any less. You are charming and you elude the most alluring of energies, that's why I find you so irresistible. What other people say does not matter, they don't know you like I do,” he said firmly. “They don't need you like I do.”

In the blink of an eye Asmodeus threw his arms around Solomon, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Wet tears started to stain Solomon's clothes, yet he remained in place, putting his arms around Asmodeus as a soft light started to surround them and the spell finally lifted itself.

“There, there,” Solomon mumbled as he softly let his fingers run through Asmo's hair. For several minutes the demon didn't move an inch. He simply took solace in the comfort of Solomon's body. Eventually, he lifted his head again and distanced himself a little.

Solomon took Asmo's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. “All better now?”

Asmodeus simply stared at Solomon until his gaze wandered over to his hand. Now, he saw nothing but his perfectly manicured nails,chipped purple nails nowhere in sight. He had changed back.

“How-” he started, but then froze in place as realization hit him. His eyes widened. “Solomon...” he whispered as the man in question still held his hand softly. “Did you just-”

“Use magic? No.”

“Then why did I change back?” he asked reluctantly.

Solomon froze in place and shifted slightly uncomfortably.

He was one of the greatest sorcerers the world had ever seen, yet dealing with intimacy and most of all honesty was incredibly difficult for him. He generally preferred to be seen as a mysterious, unreadable man. For Asmodeus however, he had to make an exception and jump over his own shadow. “I figure the requirements to lift the spell have been... fulfilled,” he finally said and Asmodeus' face lit up reluctantly.

He already felt much better, taken the fact that he was back in his own body. His thoughts were still racing, his insecurities much too obvious, but the missing presence of Levi's anxiety helped alleviate his mood a whole lot.

For a moment, Asmo pondered over Solomon's words. The wheels in his head were turning until he finally came to a conclusion. “Oh!” he exclaimed softly, feeling uncharacteristically shy. Slowly,he reached out towards Solomon, grabbing the jacket of his school uniform. “Can I-” he nodded towards Solomon's chest.

Solomon simply nodded. “Go ahead.”

Quickly, Asmodeus took off Solomon's coat before starting to work on his shirt, hands that were still shaking undoing the buttons skilfully. Seconds later, Solomon was sitting there, chest exposed, countless of sigils littering his skin. On his chest,right over his heart was the one Asmo had been looking for; the sigil that had sealed the pact between them.

Carefully, he let one finger run along the dark lines as he felt a light buzzing running through his body. Looking at the sigil, at the sign that depicted the importance of their bond, filled Asmodeus with the gooey-est feeling of pride. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he lowered his head to plant a soft kiss on Solomon's chest, right over his heart where their sigil was. He planted a few more butterfly kisses all over until he pulled himself up, one hand on Solomon's shoulder, the other on the base of his neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he closed in, brushing his lips against Solomon's in an innocent manner. Solomon smiled against his lips in relief.

“My pleasure,” he simply said, knowing that when he was with him, he didn't need to explain himself for Asmodeus to understand. They didn't need big words or empty phrases. Their bond was strong and alive. As long as they could support each other without any limits, they would be fine, since from the moment they met, they'd been connected by the string of fate.

Asmodeus deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over Solomon's body lazily. Time around them seemed to slow down as they simply relished in each other's company. Solomon parted ways with Asmodeus' lips as he made his way down his neck, leaving soft kisses before he started to softly suck on the skin, taken over by a certain kind of possessiveness. Noticing what Solomon had in mind, Asmo simply tilted his head to the side, granting him better access.

After all, Solomon found himself to be quite possessive when it was about Asmodeus. He wanted to mark him all over so the world could see how loved he was and how appreciated he was, no matter what everyone else thought or said. Asmodeus was, after all, perfect in every way and deserved to be treated accordingly.

Just as Solomon brushed his tongue over a big hickey he'd just left, someone knocked on the door and they both jumped a bit in surprise. Seconds later, Yuuta entered the room. “Asmo?” he asked before his eyes zoomed in onto Solomon and Asmodeus.

For a split second, they all just stared at each other without saying a word, Yuuta standing in the doorway, Asmo straddling a shirtless Solomon who had one arm wrapped tightly around Asmodeus' midsection and the other on his neck. None of them moved.

“I- I guess I'm not needed here!” Yuuta finally blurted out, slamming the door behind him as he rushed out of the room.

Solomon and Asmodeus stared at each other, perplexed for a moment before breaking out in laughter.

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Moving Parts, Havana Nights Timeline (Trixya) - Saiphl

Well, here is the monstrosity. This text was originally written in Spanish and went through four more languages before getting to the final English version you’re about to read. The language translation chain was the following:

Spanish - Suajili - Dutch - Esperanto - Tagalog - English

As the title says, this is a part of a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG timeline that was meant to be posted since about two years back, still life happens and the original story, called Havana Nights hasn’t been fully written, not posted, so if it doesn’t make sense -even more- feel free to ask. Finally, and before posting it I want to thank @MarCaribe, because without her the original idea for this timeline won’t be even possible.

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MOVING PARTS

I always get my jewelry back, more to occupy my hands than more necessary. The sun came up and my hands were shaking like the leaves of an autumn tree. Let me think for a moment what would happen to me if I agreed to marry the way my mother wanted? A bitter laugh left my lips, it would not be just me. I looked at myself again in the mirror, the reflection image gives me an expression of fear.

It took a lot of effort to get here, many years playing small roles and people hearing that a woman’s place is not outside the door of her house and she is her husband’s faithful dog. Years of struggle have passed to remain the person I was when I was in Cuba. The night I left the island was the hardest I have ever encountered in my life.

Probably the hardest thing I ever did … other than drive the Milwaukee road to Chicago when my mother decided that her daughter had been killed by a lesbian in her mirror. On my shoulder the old Fender Dad handed me along with a boat ticket to Havana and in my hand a backpack filled with quick memories of the life I had with my mother.

When I remember that moment in my life, I often approach him; for tropical storm with long legs, sea eyes and hair in the sun: Katya. The one that still causes me to steal every night, the same that gets in my bed like a ghost and leads me somewhere between sleep and awake. Sometimes when I write, it is like sitting in the back of our cabinet on the beach trying to spin the details and the sea behind it with Katya and her always problematic rotation without interruption, but let me know I was there.

At this time, I was wondering what Katya would say? Of course he told me, along with his thick Russian accent and his Russian, Spanish and English words, “Eat, just do what you have to do. Go to that point and show them who my Teresa Martínez is. ” strained, and now more than ever, I wish he was here. I wanted to see her bright white smile reminding me that everything would be fine, with no fear.

The thing is, it’s really a lot of fear. We don’t know what could happen, we don’t know how people will react, I have no idea how he, everyone who hears the radio record, is there. We don’t know if any of the covered protests of my songs will argue the invasion … we don’t know if they will follow us because we have a lot of gay and transgender women listening to a female farmer who is about thirty singing about right denied us. My hands were shaking, they were sweating and I could almost feel a panic attack on my chest.

I have always wanted to be different, to change the world with the power of my voice, which through my words hundreds and thousands of voices can be heard screaming to be heard. Now that it has finally arrived, I am freezing, June 1969 and the world is changing. I’m just not ready to dive.

Suddenly the sound of a knock on the door brought me back from the spiral where I had fallen; Almost immediately Sasha, my manager, and Shea, who introduced us, entered a room that appeared smaller and smaller. They both went from a fun show to a scary one. I looked in the mirror again and what I saw were my painted ornaments, I do not know when I started to cry. Sasha, Sweet and smart Sasha hugged me without even asking. That’s when I realized I can’t blame you … I can’t leave you. They help me so much here that I would be a worse person if I volunteered now.

He almost heard my attitude, he said I could still say no. As soon as I shake my head and try to look him in the eyes, I assure him it is just nervous and I will be ready when they call me on stage. Shea smiled at me, squeezing his shoulder a little, I knew he trusted me. A few minutes later they leave me alone and I start to remove all the damage to my makeup and paint it right.

When I finished the repairs, an assistant knocked on my door. Work must begin. I looked at myself again in the mirror, the eyes that turned to me seemed confident and determined, I focused on the blonde eyes in the mirror and thanks for a nice look at her beautiful curves covered in white cut feet and arms. . Trixie Mattel is ready to change the world number by number. I still feel a lump in my stomach, and I know something will happen, it is a feeling floating in the air.

#rpdr fanfiction #fic challenge #google translate #drabble #saiphl #moving parts #trixya #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #havana nights #lesbian au #1969 #submission

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desertdollranch · 4 years

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Which Felicity do you own? How many versions of her have there been?

There have been three versions so far of Felicity! There may be a fourth someday if she is once again brought back from the archives.

I have a Pleasant Company Felicity. She’s not a first edition, though. I got her when I was nine, and by that time they were making the dolls in China rather than Germany like they had before.

PC Felicity dolls have bright red hair, light green eyes, and arrived wearing the Rose Garden gown.

Some time after Mattel took over in 1998, Felicity’s hair was changed to a darker auburn, and her eyes were changed to a brighter green.

In 2002, when Kaya was introduced, Felicity was sold exclusively online, and wasn’t in catalogs or stores any more. Then in 2005, to coincide with the release of her new movie, she was re-introduced with new a new meet outfit. This was formerly called the Traveling Gown, and was a short story outfit that paired with her story “Felicity’s New Sister”. That story takes place in the dead of winter, but this dress is so light and flowery, she can wear it any time of year. I think the Rose Garden gown works better as a meet outfit, but this dress is truly lovely and one of my favorites. I got this in 1999 when it was first introduced.

Then she was retired again in 2011, and re-introduced AGAIN in 2017 as part of the BeForever line. She was given a new dress, a darker wig, more pin curls, feathered rather than line eyebrows, a darker lip color, and emerald green eyes.

I don’t own this dress and am not sure if I want it. It’s a little out of character for my middle-class, fun-loving, dirt-attracting, horseback-riding Felicity. And I wish it were a little more historically accurate, since gowns like this wouldn’t have merely an attached panel; rather, the yellow part would be a whole separate skirt.

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War Never Changes - 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader | Word Count: 4.6k | Warnings: mentions of drug use, Fallout/Avengers cross over, perspective switches from Reader to Bucky at some point in the middle randomly, sorry! |

You and Bucky were brought in front of Blood Mary, she sat behind a large wooden desk with chunks of wood charred and missing in a large torn leather back chair. Her “office” was the top level of a large skyscraper, the other floors dedicated to living and torture and raid planning by the rest of the gang. The small emaciated woman still managed to sit tall and imposing, her skin was a dark cocoa and it was cracked with deep wrinkles and lines despite being stretched thin across her bones. Her grayed hair was dreaded like yours but while your kept your platinum locks wrapped with bits of thread and candle wax, she kept hers held together with blood and dirt. She had an air of confidence and her brown eyes were still sharp as a hawks, constantly flicking between you and Bucky and the dog who sat alert at your feet. While physically she appeared to be a woman who could be easily overpowered she held such an air of strength and authority no one even dared to try. Bloody Mary, the junkie queen of crumbling New York.

Two men flanked either side of her, they were shirtless and slave collars sat heavy on their throats. Dried and freshly dripping cuts criss crossed their torsos and their scalps had been roughly shaved, their eyes were sunken into their sockets and while you were sure they were supposed to appear as acting guard it looked like a strong breeze would knock them clear over.

You ground your teeth, gaze flicking from Mary to the guards to the exit door where you knew two women who were the real guards were waiting for you to make a mistake. Your fingers twitched towards your guns, but you didn’t dare touch them, that was the last thing you needed, a shootout on the top of a skyscraper full of people who wanted to see your head on a pike with the men.

Mary glared at your face, the scar reminding her of your insubordinate actions and her favoritism when she let you live. Her eyes moved to Bucky who played his part and looked down at his feet, even though you could sense his rolling tension and unease.

You cleared your throat and drew her attention back to you.

“Why are we here, Mary?” You demand, your tone harsh and impatient.

Mary sucked air in through her front teeth and laced her long, bony fingers together. “You will remember who you speak to, child,” Mary responded, her tone cold but nonthreatening. The men on either side of her shifted nervously and she slammed her hand down suddenly on the desk in front of her with a loud slap causing both men to flinch. You and Bucky, however, didn’t move an inch.

You licked you lips and cracked your neck. “I’m not one of your little girls anymore, Mary. I work for myself, I work for you, I work for the King, I work for whoever I decide is worth working for.”

The corner of Mary’s upper lip curled into a snarl and she leaned back in the rusting chair causing it to squeal in protest and laced her fingers together on her lap again. “You’ve gotten a big attitude out in the Wastes, the last time you had a big attitude I had to correct it.”

“Then one could counter I’ve always had a big attitude. I have a job to do, Mary, so unless you have a business offer I’ll be taking my leave,” you asserted, chin raised in defiance and hands on you hips.

You felt Bucky tense beside you just before the door to the office behind you banged open and the two women who had been waiting outside stepped in, each wielding a 9mm submachine gun. You turned to look them up and down briefly and then turned to back to Bloody Mary, showing them your back to prove you weren’t threatened by their sudden appearance.

Bucky, however, was at war within himself. He knew he could take everyone of these people down easily, except you had taken back all of the guns before entering Queens. On top of that, his arm was killing him, he was pretty sure something in this universe and his didn’t mesh well with the technology that Shuri used. He saw you cast him a look from the corner of your eye and he clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together and the muscles twitching in irritation.

Bloody Mary looked Bucky up and down and clicked her teeth together in thought, she curled a long dread around her bony fingers and smirked. With a tilt of her chin her girls left the room, throwing you a hard glare before shutting the door behind them once again. Mary ran her tongue along her cracked and bleeding top lip and leaned forward onto her elbows.

“I do have a job for you, Transporter,” she replied, spitting on the floor at your feet with your title as if it had put a foul taste in her mouth.

You simply raised an eyebrow expectantly, giving no indication or promise that you were going to take the job she was about to hand to you.

“Elvis has stopped sending us their end of our trade agreement. The girls are starting to withdraw and things are getting…well…bloody. I need you to find out why he’s stopped holding up his end of the deal. Promise me and I’ll let you and your partner go,” Bloody Mary countered.

Beside you Bucky looked up sharply, connecting gazes with the dark skinned woman in front of him. She smiled wide for the first time, showing how pleased she was at being correct that there was more to the man in the slave collar than expected.

You cast Bucky a sharp look and his ice blue gaze flicked from Mary to you and then back to the floor. The last thing you needed was for him to give you away. You looked back to Mary and turned your head slightly to gaze out at the door where the other two girls stood.

“Mary, I would like to speak candidly,” you said carefully, licking your chapped and sun-blistered lips.

Mary threw her head back and laughed joyously, her dreads falling off her shoulders and down her back. “Girl, nothing I have ever been able to do has been able to stop you from speaking candidly.”

Narrowing your eyes you took a deep breath and made direct eye contact with the woman who taught you so much. “I remember a strong leader, one that everyone was afraid to cross, I remember her being surrounded by a fearsome army who no man dared to oppose. Mary, in the handful of years I’ve been gone you’ve all turned into a bunch of junkies dependent on a bunch of men. If you really want me to, I will speak to Elvis on your behalf but I really don’t think it would be in the benefit of The Queens.”

Mary sat back in her seat and folded her arms in contemplation. You took a moment to look out of the broken window and calculate the height of the sun. You click your tongue against your teeth and match Mary’s position. “Look, Mary, I have a set time line I need to stick to and I wanted to be through this territory by now. I’ll talk to Elvis if you really want, but if you change your mind the send word through the sewers.”

Mary nodded. “It is good to see you so well, child. I will think on your words and be in touch.”

You bowed your head slightly in respect and whistled softly for Dogmeat to be on your heels before opening the door, motioning for Bucky to stay close as well. The pass through Queens went without issue, Mary must have gotten the word out quickly enough to make it so the girls only glared Bucky down but didn’t make any threatening moves or comments. As soon as they hit the opposite gate that would let them out into the crumbling New York streets and equal territory, you let out a deep breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding.

A girl with hair like sunshine and a rusted bloody tire iron sat on the hood of a burned out car at their approach.

“Huh, heard you got a bit of synth shoved into your face,” she called as you and Bucky approached. Her green eyes raked Bucky’s form flicking from his collar and lingering on his arm. “Picked up a half synth boyfriend while you were at it?”

“Watch your tongue, Mattel, I’d hate for you to lose it,” you sneer, coming to a halt at the gate.

Reaching out you grasped the gate lock to let yourself out, it happened faster than you could blink. Mattel had whipped out a .38 snubnose revolver and was pulling the trigger aimed at you. A clang of metal against metal had your gaze flying up to where Bucky had stepped between the two of you and thrown his metal arm out in front of the bullet. His arm made an angry and sputtering whirring sound as he retracted it, deep glare levied at Mattel who was staring at the two of them with her mouth agape. You simply looked from Bucky’s arm to Mattel, Dogmeat was growling softly beside you. Clearing your throat you pulled open the gate lock and tilted your head to motion your party through.

“Always a pleasure Mattel,” you simper before tossing her the lock and slamming the gate behind you.

As soon as you turned around you startled from Bucky standing right behind you.

“Please, please get this thing off of me,” he whispered, a threatening growl low in his chest.

Your eyes flicked up to his and you nodded slowly. Reaching carefully into your pocket you showed him the key and gingerly tilted his jaw away from the lock. Sliding the key into the slot it beeped rapidly a handful of times before quieting and light turning off, allowing the hatch to unlock. You pulled the collar away from him carefully and he visibly relaxed, but eyed you carefully as you tucked the mini bomb back into your backpack.

“There was nothing about any of what just happened that was enjoyable,” Bucky muttered rubbing at his neck.

You chuckle darkly and readjust your backpack on your shoulders. “Yeah, sorry about all that. Thanks for the save, by the way.”

Bucky shrugged as he took the gun you passed him and slid it back into a holster. “Well, can’t get out of this place without you.”

Clenching your jaw you nod briskly before turning and heading down the street with the sole purpose of getting rid of this damn gun, getting your caps, and getting on with your life.

Bucky blinked a few times in confusion as he watched you turn almost cold very quickly. Dogmeat trotted off after you, happy as ever with his tongue lolling out to the side and his tail wagging lazily. With a soft sigh he reached up to tie the hair he had let fall to hide his face back off his neck, wincing as his left shoulder clicked and whirred angrily, getting temporarily jammed, before it raised fully to let him manage his hair. Setting off behind you, remembering to make a bit of noise as his feet hit the cracked and weed filled pavement, he took a moment to look around him.

He hadn’t spent much time in Queens since the 40’s so he couldn’t exactly point out any major buildings in the area and he wasn’t even really sure if anything from his dimension was the same in this one. Everything was so strange and foreign which was frustrating as he was finally getting his bearings back in his own time. Now to be thrown into this…well he was proud of himself for holding himself together so well.

There were plenty of people milling about the streets, sitting on broken stoops and hanging out of molding and destroyed windows as they shouted down to people in the street. He watched you keep your chin up and your gaze forward, paying no attention to any of the commotion around you. He jumped slightly, his head swiveling to the left down an alley as he watched a man shoot someone else at point blank range, loot his body, and move on like nothing happened. No one else around him so much as flinched and he licked his lips nervously, what kind of world was this?

You approached a doorway, the red paint coating the wood looked new compared to the buildings on either side of it. You waited for Bucky to catch up before raising a fist and banging three times on the door. A slat cut into the wood slid away and a set of watery, bloodshot eyes appeared on the other side.

“Y/N?” the man whimpered, his voice high pitched and grating.

Bucky watched your good eye twitch slightly before plastering an obviously false smile on your face.

“Igor. I have your present.”

The eyes flicked over to Bucky and seemed to appraise him looking back to you.

“The man?”

“In training.”

“His mark?”

“He’s in training, Igor,” you insisted.

The slat slammed closed and you let out a huff of air at the sound of locks clicking, you looked over your shoulder and rolled your eyes at Bucky just before the door opened.

The man on the other side of the door was very short, barely brushing over five feet, and only had a handful of gray hairs sticking long and wispy out of his liver-spotted scalp. He wore an old suit that was moth eaten, dirty, and poorly fitted. Bucky wasn’t sure what sort of property was going to be on the inside and his eyes widened to see all the glass cases and plaques lining the wall, all housing a different variety of weaponry. It was a literal museum of guns and missile launchers and weird homemade melee blades and bats and irons.

As you unclipped the 50mm from your back holster, Bucky slipped around you as quiet as a ghost to look with wide eyes and a lax jaw at all the different weapons mounted on the walls and nestled in secured cases.

“Don’t touch anything, Bucky, you’ll get your death of a shock,” you said absently over your shoulder as you weighed a satchel of caps in your hand and eyed the contents inside with a merchant’s gaze.

Igor watched Bucky nervously, wringing his hands in front of him until you put the gun in them. He eyed the gun hungrily and ran his tongue sloppily along his lips like a dog licking its chops.

“She’s beautiful. Does she work?” Igor asked looking up at you excitedly.

You shrug nonchalantly and tuck the pouch of rattling bottle caps into your bag. “There was only one round of ammo. I figured I’d leave it for you.”

Igor basically squealed in excitement. “You are just the very best, my girl. Yes, yes, just the very best.”

He wrapped one his small hands around your elbow, his nails were long and yellowed and cracked and you held back the expression of distaste and the bit of vile that crept up your throat at the unwanted touch. Bucky was at your side in an instant, he moved to reach for Igor’s hand to remove it from your person but his left side clanked and wheezed angrily again and Bucky winced.

You looked from the brunette’s pained face to his arm with a pinched brow. Igor’s weaselly gaze roved over Bucky’s metal arm as well.

“You should really hide weapons that don’t work,” he said disdainfully before dragging out the back door of the building to a small courtyard.

Bucky growled in frustration before stomping out behind you and taking in the small fenced lot. The tall wooden planks were topped with razor wire and three tall, thick, posts were stuck into the ground in the middle. On the center post was tied a man who looked all sorts of cut up and bruised. At the sudden arrival of the three of you to the lawn the man started kicking and squirming against his binding, his screams muffled behind the cloth wrapped around his head and gagging him.

“Caught me a thief,” Igor explained lightly, eyes flashing with excitement.

He turned the gun over his hands, finding and releasing the safety and settling it against his shoulder. Bucky watched the small man with brows lowered in apprehension. 50mm guns gave a hell of a kick, even Bucky was left with a bruised shoulder after shooting one and he didn’t see how this could go well for either of the men both in front of and behind. You moved away from Igor to sidle up next to Bucky and crossed your arms over your chest, biting the corner of your mouth in either anxiety or concern, Bucky couldn’t quite place the scrunched up look on your face.

As Igor braced the gun on his shoulder and raised the sight to his eye and the man tied to the post hastened his screaming and frantic struggling, Bucky stepped a little to the side to brace himself in front of you. You looked up at him with a cocked eyebrow, but the corners of your mouth quirked up in a smile. It had been a long time since anyone had placed themselves in even the smallest amount of danger to protect you, even if it was done unconsciously as it seems like it was with Bucky.

Igor took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. Just as Bucky predicted the gun had quite a hard kick and it sent Igor flying backwards, Bucky simply reached out his right hand and caught the small man by the back of his grimy jacket. The man on the post, however, was nothing but a broken pile of goo. Blood dripped down the fence and neighbors poked their heads out of their windows with a glare at the loud bang that the gun made upon firing.

“Oh! She works beautifully!” Igor wheezed, rubbing at his shoulder. He patted Bucky on the elbow in thanks and tottered his way back inside his house, leaving the gory mess for the birds. “Yes, just beautifully. I think I’ll name her Agatha!” he continued to prattle as he pulled a large key ring off his belt and unlocked an empty case, placing the gun inside before sealing it back up again.

“Do you get thieves often?” Bucky asked gruffly, he could hear the low thrum of electricity that flowed in the walls and into the cases. It would feel simply like a taser shock to him, but it would easily knock out if not kill a burglar.

“You know, I don’t really notice. Sometimes I just have to sweep a little more often,” he gave Bucky a wicked look that made his stomach roll. The man may be seem small and weak but he was definitely a sadist.

“Well, Igor,” you piped up before something could happen. “Since everything is as it should be, we’ll be on our way. Send word with Carla if you find another lead.”

Igor bustled to the front door and opened it up for the three of you, Dogmeat had been sticking close to Bucky’s hip the entire time inside the house, his fluffy tail between his legs and away from the cases. Once on the stoop the red door slammed closed behind you and the clicking of locks back in place allowed Bucky to let out a terse breath and cast you a look.

You frowned up at him and shook your head. “Judge all you want, but the caps are good.”

As the sun set down below the remaining skeletons of skyscrapers and apartment buildings Bucky and Dogmeat followed you to a small rundown almost chateau looking building. It had a filthy and shredding American flag on a post sticking out over the entry way. You turned to Bucky and looked him up and down.

“Keep your weapons away,” she commanded before simply opening the large oak door and leading the group inside.

Bucky looked around the lobby of what he realized was a small hotel. A few people, sunburned and worn out, sat around tables on rickety chairs and drank out of mismatched and chipped mugs and glasses. One woman held an odd meat pie in her hand and was breaking apart the crust absentmindedly as she stared out the front window of the hotel. Bucky realized he had lost track of you for a moment and whipped around to try and find you, he spotted you at the front desk chatting to a small red head girl who was blushing furiously at whatever you were saying. The girl whispered a response which had you tilting your head back and laughing joyously, it was so honest and light and even though Bucky had no idea what was being said it made him smile.

Treading over the mildew ridden brown carpet over to you, you looked over your shoulder and tossed him a quick wink with your mechanical eye, it caused his heart to stutter oddly in his chest and he shook his head trying to clear it of whatever confusion emotions you were causing in him. The redheaded girl cast Bucky a glance and giggled at you before passing you a small brass key.

“Thanks, Anna,” he hears you whisper, as you brush your fingers over hers when you take the key. Anna flushed an even deeper crimson and waved softly as you led Bucky and Dogmeat up the stairs to a hallway lined with doors.

In front of door 4 you slid the key in the lock and opened it for Dogmeat to slip in, Bucky nodded you in ahead of him with a tilt of his chin and you rolled your eyes at him. He immediately locked the door after he filtered in and then went ahead and scoured the entire small unit to make sure there were no surprise visitors and to map out the weak points of entry…which admittedly was the entire room. The downside of this version of New York was structurally it was all bad, the windows were mostly blown out and in most places there were walls missing entirely. In fact, what Bucky thought was one hotel room was actually two because the wall that had separated 4 and 6 was missing with large scorch marks around the giant hole in the middle.

“I figured you’d want your own space, so I paid for a double,” you answered his unasked question as he stared at the wall with the giant blast hole.

“I appreciate it,” Bucky answered, and it really did. It made him a little less nervous to be sleeping around her when he knew she had enough room to escape from him if needed. His arm wasn’t working in this new world he couldn’t be sure the work that Shuri had done for his mind was working still either. Certain things that had happened had him feeling the Winter Soldier stirring just under the surface of his consciousness and he was praying to whatever Gods were out there that he stayed quiet.

“Course. I’m going to need to have a look at your arm though.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky snapped looking at you harshly.

To your credit, the coldest stare that Bucky could levy at you didn’t even make you flinch. You simply opened your bag and pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a fancy sonic screwdriver.

“What the fuck is that?” Bucky asked with trepidation.

“Robot Repair Kit,” you answered simply. “I know you’re not a robot, but it’ll fix what it can until I find out where Tina is hanging around.”

You patted a stool that was sat at a small breakfast table. Bucky sat down hesitantly and placed his left arm up on the table. You drug your stool around and sat down in front of him, running your fingers softly down his metal bicep and easily finding a panel to flip open.

“I don’t know nearly as much as some of the tinkerers around here, but I know enough to get you by.”

Bucky winced as you stuck the device into the opening on his arm and flicked a button. A soft humming sound came from the kit and as Bucky looked down to try and see what you were doing he couldn’t help but smile softly at the fact that you were running the thumb of your bracing hand up and down his bicep in a soothing motion as you poked and prodded and zapped.

“I’m rather sore with you, you know,” you said suddenly as you chewed on your bottom lip in concentration.

“Why? I did everything you said,” Bucky argued, immediately defensive.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m actually less sore with you because you handled all of today so well. I’m upset because you were hurt and didn’t tell me. Do you know how dangerous it is for me and for Dogmeat, let alone you, to not be fully functioning?” You pulled away from his arm momentarily to swipe some of your white platinum hair out of your eyes.

Bucky looked down at his hand abashed. “Yeah, sorry, it wasn’t so bad yesterday.”

“But it was bad yesterday?” You scoffed and ducked your head to get go back to work on his arm. Bucky stayed silent, he knew that you didn’t need an answer from him at this point.

“I have never seen this metal, is it unique to your time?”

“Uh, it’s unique to a certain region in my time, yeah,” Bucky responded.

“I don’t think it can handle the environment here. I’ll get a missive out to Tina, she should have some spare synth parts. Usually does.” You decide and toss the expended Robot Repair Kit on the table before closing the hatch on Bucky’s arm and patting it softly. “Hopefully it wont lock up on you though as much now.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said softly as you picked your way through the blown up wall.

“Listen, I don’t do the whole…working with others well so please know I’m putting a large amount of trust in you. Don’t keep shit like this from me again.”

With that you disappeared into the other room and Bucky sighed, ripping his hair out the tie and running his fingers through the chocolate locks. Standing and rotating his left shoulder he noted that it did move a little smoother and the in the few places it did catch and jerk it didn’t hurt nearly as much. He looked out the shattered window to the New York skyline as it glowed with the blues and oranges of the sunset, he frowned at the underlying soft green glow that he assumed was coming from the water in the bay. He thought when he finally got a chance to really look over the harbor and the skyline it would be in his New York with Steve and Natalia and - as annoying as Sam was - Bucky missed him too. He had hoped to actually get to speak to Stark in person and not over any of the screens in Wakanda. He also thought about what Shuri and Steve were going through right now, he knew from experience that Steve never gave up looking for him but how in the hell would they find him here?

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felicia-cat-hardy · 3 years

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'Drag Race Down Under' Season 1: Who Went Home This Week?

RuPaul has really been spoiling Drag Race fans lately. The competition series that began with a blurry filter and a dream back in 2009 is now a global phenomenon over a decade later. In addition to the tentpole U.S. series, Drag Race has launched several international spinoff shows so fans can always get their fix. Season 13's big finale brought an end to the show's longest season yet, but fans didn't have to go a week without new Drag Race. Now, the fandom is turning its eyes to Australia and New Zealand, as they tune in to see who goes home on RuPaul's Drag Race Down Under Season 1 each week.

Drag Race Down Under is the latest international edition of the series, coming after two seasons of Drag Race Thailand, two seasons of Drag Race UK, a season of Canada's Drag Race, and a season of Drag Race Holland. Helmed by head judge RuPaul, her right-hand woman Michelle Visage, and Australian comedian Rhys Nicholson, the competition will crown a drag superstar from a crop of queens from Australia and New Zealand. The competitors in the debut season of Drag Race Down Under are: Anita Wigl'it, Art Simone, Coco Jumbo, Elektra Shock, Etcetera Etcetera, Jojo Zaho, Karen from Finance, Kita Mean, Maxi Shield, and Scarlet Adams.

Here's all the tea on the shadiest drama and most shocking moments from the show.

Episode 1: "G’day, G’day, G’day" (May 1)

It wouldn't be a Drag Race premiere without a heaping helping of drama, and Drag Race Down Under definitely delivered. Things got pretty tense after Elektra Shock realized her boss, Kita Mean, would be competing against her... and the awkwardness only grew with Kita's business partner Anita Wigl'it walked in. Since all the New Zealand queens have such a complicated history together, it already looks like they'll be bringing the drama this season.

After their entrances, RuPaul introduced the mini-challenge. The queens had to be as ridiculous as possible in an audition for a sci-fi movie, with director Taika Waititi watching via video-chat. Despite being overlooked by her competitors, Elektra took the win.

But the real challenge came shortly afterwards. The queens had to serve two looks on the runway: one nude illusion look, and one look that represents their hometown. The first big win went to one of the queens with a major reputation coming in: Karen from Finance. Thanks to a memorable shoutout from Drag Race faves Trixie Mattel and Katya on an episode of their web show "UNHhhh," Karen is already a well-known name among fans, and now she's a definite frontrunner in the competition as well.

But sadly, one queen had to go home, and after Elektra slayed her lip-sync performance to "Tragedy" by the Bee Gees, Ru told Jojo Zaho to sashay away. It was a particularly disappointing elimination since Jojo had just served a powerful look on the runway about aboriginal land in Australia, but although the message was strong, the small details were a bit messy.

Although she was the first queen to sashay away, Jojo definitely made an impact on Drag Race Down Under, departing with a message encouraging indigenous drag queens to fully celebrate their culture.

Episode 2: "Snatch Game" (May 8)

As every Drag Race fan knows, Snatch Game is one of the most important challenges every season. Usually, the celebrity impersonation game comes midway through the competition, so it was a shock when Ru announced the challenge in Episode 2. And unfortunately, the Down Under queens didn't make a great impression.

Sadly, most of the queens bombed on Snatch Game: Art Simone's crass take on Bindi Irwin couldn't land many jokes, Scarlet Adams' Jennifer Coolidge was just recycled movie quotes, and Coco Jumbo's Lizzo was a perfect look without any substance. Probably the most egregious fail, though, was Karen from Finance's Dolly Parton impression. As Karen pointed out, it's a surprise nobody has chosen Dolly for Snatch Game before (Trixie Mattel impersonated Dolly in All Stars 3 for a lip-sync challenge, but not Snatch Game) — but her one-note impression of the country music legend is proof of why choosing an LGBTQ+ icon can seriously backfire.

The only real standout in Snatch Game was Anita Wigl'it, who didn't hold back from skewering the royal family with her quippy Queen Elizabeth II character.

On the runway, it was no surprise when Ru declared Anita the winner, but it was a bit jarring when Ru voiced her disappointment in the Snatch Game. "It was a very interesting Snatch Game. Let's put it that way," Ru said, before placing six queens in the bottom for the week. Only Etcetera Etcetera and Kita Mean were safe with Anita, even though it kind of felt like Kita could have been in the bottom as well for her fumbled Dr. Seuss.

The real shocker came at the end of the episode, though, when Ru eliminated Art Simone after her lip sync against Coco Jumbo. The whole cast was clearly surprised by Art's early elimination, as was pretty much every viewer, considering she is one of the most well-known queens on the season with a hugely popular Instagram presence and her own World of Wonder-produced series.

But before she left, Art gave fans what is already the first major meme-able moment from Down Under. When a producer tried to reassure the emotional queen after her elimination by reminding her that at least she made it on Drag Race, Art seethed back, "That means nothing."

Art may have left earlier than fans expected, but she definitely left her mark on the Drag Race franchise.

Episode 3: "Queens Down Under" (May 15)

Every season of Drag Race delivers a new earworm-y song filled with quippy verses that can oftentimes become a huge highlight. The Down Under song, with the uninspired title "Queens Down Under," may not be the breakout hit of "UK Hun?," but the new girl group track still holds its own as a ditty you won't be able to stop humming for weeks on end.

While most of the queens excelled as pop stars, both Coco Jumbo and Maxi Shield clearly struggled to deliver listenable verses. The most fun bit of drama came when the queens returned to the Werk Room, though, and Etcetera Etcetera found a mysterious note on Coco's station. It ominously read "Watch out," and when nobody owned up to writing it, the queens descended into conspiracy theories. Etcetera tossed out the idea that Coco could've written it herself to garner sympathy, and Kita Mean jokingly admitted to writing it before admitting she didn't. In the end, the most likely solution is probably the most obvious one: Art Simone left the note for Coco after her elimination.

As it turned out, the note was a bit of foreshadowing, as Coco wound up in the bottom two for an unimpressive verse and a lackluster "bogan prom" runway. Surprisingly, she wound up in the bottom with Elektra Shock, who honestly seemed like she was going to be in the top or possibly even win this week. Elektra was easily the breakout dancer in the challenge, turning out way more stunts and tricks than anyone else, but the judges saw that as a bad thing, claiming she stole attention as was "too Beyoncé." Apparently, you shouldn't try to be Beyoncé in a girl group challenge? Hmm, OK.

In the lip sync, Elektra laid her claim on the lip sync assassin title for the season by pulling out even more splits, high kicks, and dips than before. This time, the Beyoncé-ness paid off, and Coco was told to sashay away. Coco came into the competition with one of the fiercest mugs of anyone in the cast, so it's a shame to see her go home so early, but as she jokingly said in her exit interview, she "still beat Art Simone."

RuPaul's Drag Race Down Under continues Saturdays on WOW Presents Plus in the U.S.

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