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emsvertigo · 9 months

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Reckless Serenade

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summary & genre — fluff & nsfw. you & holland meet in a rundown bar when you order the same drink. when you find yourselves alone, your attraction towards each other becomes apparent.

warnings — sexual references, smoking, alcohol use, emily tries to write comedy (probably fails), one use of strong language.

character & pairings — holland march x fem!reader (the nice guys. 2016)

word count — 2.2k

a/n — i fucking hate writing dialogue but you need it AHHH. anyway i rewatched the nice guys and it sparked me to write this cause holy shit holland is my dream man. i’m so glad the ‘barbie’ film has opened people’s eyes to how hot ryan gosling is lmaoo. thank you so much for all the love on my seb fic since ‘barbie’ released. anyways, i have literally never been to l.a in my life, so please excuse the bad descriptions of its environment. hope you guys enjoy!

find my old fics here! ✿

You note his hands first. The way they slide up and down the bar, in a sense of nervousness that buzzes through the air. How his fingertips bounce against the wood, creating calm in his mind. The dimples and blemishes littered over his hands, creating pools of imperfections and bruises, highlighting age where his dimmed face could not. The whiteness of his knuckles when he downed a shot, the silver liquid coating his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed. His wrist adorned a cast, bloodstained and browning from wear. You notice the way his nimble fingers balanced cigarettes between creases. The smell of smoke his figure expelled, thick yet pleasantly alluring. The same smoke combed his hair and left an addictive taste on his lips. His hair fell from its perfectly gelled structure, placed into a cascading loop of colours and strands, framing his face.

You didn't know him, but you didn’t have to. The way he had strutted into the bar with the confidence of an emperor, only to have him sit far from you and cower like a terrified mouse, had given you a strong impression. He had ordered something strong to start, blending into your assumptions of him. His sunglasses slid down his long nose, giving you a glance at his eyes which were blazing with apprehension. You knew the man was broken, and he didn’t know how to hide it, no matter how hard he tried. The dim bar lights above bled onto his figure, creating fast shadows around his fitted suit. The side of his face was left in a mist of gloom, keeping his identity hidden.

First interactions came suddenly as his hand extended into the air, raising two fingers towards the barmaid. He slurred his order into her ear, the syllables dripping off his tongue. Your eyes glanced at him as he spoke, a hint of recognition on your features.

“That’s what I drink.” You smiled towards the stranger, a hint of humour in your voice. He smirked in response, holding the glass to his lips and dripping the liquid into his mouth. Your eyes again moved to his hands, the silver rings on his fingers absentmindedly gliding over his thick moustache.

Silence blanketed you both in a cloud of drunken thoughts. The taste of your drink, which he had copied, stuck to your teeth with saccharine fuzz. Your own hands drummed the tabletop in rhythmic focus, tearing yourself away from the stranger. Sounds from the jukebox swam through your mind as you attempted to think of something else to say. But he spoke first.

“My wife used to drink them.” The statement was directed towards himself, but you couldn't help but overhear. You tucked a stray hair behind your ear, shifting your body closer to his. The man turned to you and his features were truly shown.

The sunglasses obstructing your view from his eyes slid further down his face, cornering you with seafoam colour. His eyes were decorated with dark marks which drooped into exhaustion. He was incredibly gorgeous, though something pathetic hung around his aura.

“Oh!” You said in surprise, “You’re married?”

A solitary sob left his lips, closely followed by a sigh. His head hung for a moment before he drunkenly picked it back up with a forceful swing. The motion toppled him backwards, almost crashing to the floor in a heap, but he caught himself clumsily on the bar.

“Not anymore…” He finally spoke, rubbing his fingers over his long nose, and pushing his sunglasses up his face.

“I’m sorry.” You begin, a hole forming in your heart, pushing your emotions into a tidal wave. He feebly smiled, not wanting you to persist.

“Don’t be, I shouldn't have brought it up.” He spoke, returning the awkward stillness which created hyper-awareness of your situation. You cleared your throat, bringing a hand up into the air to summon the barmaid, delivering a warm grin her way as you ordered your drink.

The sizzling air between you both didn't cease when you returned to your drink, mindlessly observing the ornate walls. Your fingers glided across the tall decorated glass, condensation cool against your fingertips. You could feel his soft eyes on you, but the intent he wished was not one of violence, it was one of comfort and care. In the electric air, you almost felt a chill travel across your spine. As you felt his eyes drifting over your face, around your body and down your legs, you couldn't help but dream of his hands doing the same. The texture of his palms, the tickle of his fingertips gliding across your frame until they reached your sensitive points.

You gasped quietly to yourself, brushing away the dirty fantasies your brain had designed. You dipped your head back and downed the rest of your drink, the liquid burning its way down your throat. You coughed at the sensation, holding your hand up, keeping your decency in front of the stranger. The scraping of a seat beside you caused your attention to divert. Boots thudded against the floor, patting loudly against the wooden surface below. You glanced up from your drink and made eye contact with the barmaid, who was wiping the bartop with a wine-stained cloth.

“Sorry, but I think you should go too, I’m about to close up.” She spoke, wiping the bar of any grease that clung to its wood. You shook away her comment in realisation, turning to each side to notice that the seats situated behind you were empty. The house lights blinded the room in white colour, contrasting with the cosy environment from earlier. Wooden chairs had been placed on tables, and another girl was sweeping up the mess made by previous customers.

“Oh shit, my bad.” You quickly apologised, fumbling around in your bag for a bill, which you placed on the bar next to your empty drink.

You strung your bag around your shoulder, letting the material ruffle your dress in the rush. Your heels clicked against the floor as you clambered off the bar stool, and staggered towards the exit. The amount of alcohol you had drunk now flooded your thoughts, and the ground started to spin slightly. Waving goodbye to the workers inside the bar you stepped outside, your face immediately hit with the humid L.A air.

The moon hung bright in the sky, illuminating the alleyway, along with large neon lights advertising different clubs which sat across the seafront. The alleyway, though small, was safe and protective from harm, the main street only being a few moments away. Puddles from an earlier rainstorm littered the ground, answering your question as to why the air was so humid. The noises of car horns and splashing puddles echoed from the distance, and the buzz from the neon signs droned lowly behind you. A large overflowing dumpster nestled in the corner created an overwhelming stench, flowing into your nostrils and out of your mouth. Leaving a horrible taste on your tongue, vomit almost rising to your throat. You reached up and pegged your nose with your fingers, any attempt to crush the smell.

“I can’t smell that.” A voice next to you whispered. You jumped, almost dropping your bag from your shoulder in surprise. The figure next to you let out a squeak, muttering the Lords name into the night, frightening himself with your reaction.

As you turned, you recognised his eyes from earlier, although now they weren’t adorned by dark glasses. The piercing blue was reflected by the purple neon lights, painting him in an oceanic glow. You noted quietly how his cheekbones dipped and sunk in the shadowing light, the stubble crowding his jaw and creating depth on his young face. You smiled with recognition, not paying any attention when your bag slipped from your shoulder to the ground.

“You startled me!” You whispered, moving your face closer to his in order to be heard. Your noses almost touching for a moment, breaths mingling until you pulled away. He giggled, alcohol buzzing off his body with heat and hysterical energy, a personality which he did not express back inside the bar.

“I’m sorry for bringing up my wife earlier.” He spoke, a flash of sadness painted across his perfect features, his hair was messier now and strands were flying out of place every which way. You held your hand out, placing it on his chest. The fabric of his tie underneath your palm, making your heart beat faster. Letting your fingertips drift absentmindedly.

“It's okay, I’m sorry for reminding you of your wife.” You smiled sympathetically at him, his cheeks red from drink and closeness. You could feel his heart beneath his clothes, fighting for its life as it thumpped twice as fast.

“That’s why I like you.” He whispered, swaying slightly from side to side. He reached one of his hands to rest behind your head, onto the wall, trapping you against the building. If you couldn't feel his heartbeat, you would think he was a natural at this.

His breath fanned onto your cheeks, the smell of scotch and beer pouring from his mouth into your nose. His scent was overpowering, cigarette smoke bloomed throughout his build, grasping onto your senses with a firm fist. You looked up into his eyes, his eyelids heavy and hooded, his lips turned into a smile.

“Is that so?” You breathed, placing your other hand onto his chest, running your palms along his body, his blue suit slightly out of place. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his tanned skin for you to see, sweaty from the humidity. A gold chain hung from his neck, adding to his charm.

He hummed in response, looking over his shoulder for a moment. His side profile flashed before you, jawline sharp and your hands reached up to grab the sides of his face, pulling him back into reality and your deep stare.

“What’s your name?” You whispered, the buzz of the neon lights behind you both creating the only sound in the alleyway. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, heat rising to your cheeks as he looked down at you, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“Holland.” He spoke, bringing his casted hand up to rest on the wall instead, while his other hand moved to cup your jaw.

“Like the country?” You smiled, continuing to move your hands up and down his front. He chuckled in response. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice his thick cast, a doodle of a goose now apparent on the strong material in the purple light.

“How’d you break your arm?” You breathe, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

His eye contact dropped before returning, a flash of light in his eyes.

“Minor workplace accident.” He replied, his fingers running their way across your jawline, keeping your face focused on him.

“Oh really?” You smiled, the intoxication evident in your voice, liquor dripping from your tongue into the air.

“Yeah. It gets tough out there.” He sighed, acting as calm as he possibly could with his body so close to yours. It was humourous, the way he shrugged off statements like they were nothing, when his body language told a different story.

“What do you work as?”

“I'm a P.I”

“Sexy.” You breathed, your eyelids heavy as you looked up at him through long lashes.

The single word dripped from your mouth, causing him to lean in even further, his breath pushing into your mouth with every exhale.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, causing you to nod, mouthing ‘yes’ without any further questions. From the moment he had walked into that bar, you had wanted to feel his lips on your skin.

Slowly he closed the gap between you both, his fingers finding their way into the back of your hair. Your lips locked with his, cementing their place together. The taste of cigarettes overwhelmed your mouth, addicted to the flavour and the sensation. Your hands wandered up his neck, delving into his hair and pushing him closer towards you, your noses meeting on each other's cheek.

You moaned as he parted your lips, gasping like he was drowning in your touch. He opened his mouth to speak but the words didn't form, you crashed your lips into his once again sighing as you felt his hands leave your face and wrap around your frame. Your heartbeats were so close, almost as one as your chests flushed against each other. You heard him moan as he slipped his tongue through your teeth, licking its way into your mouth in an attempt to become closer to you. You had only met this man, but from the way he kissed you, it felt like something you could get addicted to.

“Holland.” You breathed as his lips retracted from yours again to begin kissing at your neck, the sensitive skin now on fire. His breath was hot against you, filling your mind with lustful desires, clouding your thoughts with his name over and over. The tickle of his moustache made you even more interested in him, wanting to feel the irritation everywhere.

He paused for a minute to examine your eyes, feelings and diminutive reactions to him. When he saw your drooping eyes, surveying him in the same manner, he kissed you again. This time breathing in your scent as he did so, his smoke-flavoured tongue licking your lips carefully.

When you pulled away breathless and head spinning, he let his hands wander over the small of your back.

“What's your name?” He whispered, kissing your forehead with an intimate peck.

“Give me your number and maybe you'll find out.” You groaned, leaning yourself forward into his touch as he pushed you against the wall.

#holland march #holland march x reader #holland march fanfic #the nice guys #the nice guys fanfic #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfic #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #hioreh fanfictions

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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mamma mia (again) ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

“they ask me why i’m so hot, ‘cause i’m italiano.”

summary: a series of video clips, but it’s only just danny ric being in love with a certain lester alessandro.

content warning: hint or two of suggestive comments (nothing detailed or graphic), use of explicit language, filler blurb or something, danny being a simp for few videos straight (“have my kids” type beat), lester being an etsy and pinterest enthusiast, literally posted this blurb from my phone so they’re crazy about their image limits 😩

note: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE 105 FOLLOWERS?! UHM? seriously, i’ve never been so happy. i honestly only started posting these because i have them ingrained in my brain and won’t let go until i write or make something. just indulging my imagination you know? enjoy xx

masterlist

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏

【VIDEO ONE — daniel ricciardo is a gatekeeper】

[1st image: yeah, i dunno. everyone just found out that i made it official with my girlfriend and i’m pretty sure i just saw lando weeping in his room. max was the second to react to it and i’m so sure he recoiled. he did say that he didn't want to know what happened in imola few months ago.]

[2nd: interviewer: what happened in imola few months ago? daniel: *chuckles* wouldn’t you like to know - nah, i’m messing about. nothing happened in imola besides from me retiring to my bed early. i think we were both drunk when i posted that photo and i know it looks lewd but there's no way we could've done anything questionable.]

[3rd: d: but yeah. we didn't really want to catch that much attention until maybe i don't know... when we're married or something *chuckles* i: keep it a secret until the wedding? d: yeah. but charles, the absolute fool, posted videos during the concert with me in the background. It would've been real nice if no one caught onto it until we had a mini ric running and racing, you know? just to wreak havoc.]

【VIDEO TWO — daniel ricciardo talks about lester’s love language in his gq video】

[1st: i got this journal from lori. it has my initials "DR" on it for daniel ricciardo*laughs* it's one of those many first gifts that i’ve gotten from her throughout our first few months of dating. her love language isn't just shitting on my life -she has every single aspect of love language within her and this is one of them.]

[2nd: when she gave this to me, all she said was "you can write out your thoughts if you can't let them out through your mouth. *giggles* "she clearly had her thoughts sorted out that time especially when she showed me a page with an embossed phrase or nickname, "tasso di miele" - it means honey badger. she apparently bought the custom embosser from etsy and almost fought tooth and nail just to get it in time. *laughs even more* i love her so much, i honestly wanted to cry that day.]

[3rd: lori actually has a laptop with *laughs* itunes on it and she still got some playlists from 2010-2014? yeah. she’s put a lot of old taylor swift songs in my ipod during the christmas break. my favourite album right now is speak now. she loves red.]

【VIDEO THREE — lester hates ashy hands confirmed】

[1st: daniel: i think i should just cover my hands with gloves all the time. lando: that literally has nothing to do with anything that we're about to do. d: lori tells me that my hands are rough whenever she holds them.]

[2nd: l: or you know... you can just use a hand lotion all the time because your hands dry up real fast? d: ah that's true. i wonder if that's why lori just casually put a bottle of hand cream on my travel bag. the thing smells nice though. it’s chamomile.]

【VIDEO FOUR — it’s okay to spoil your partner; even if it’s an accent chair from her pinterest board】

[1st: d: lori just sent me a picture of an armchair from ikea. l: why was she randomly in ikea, by the way? I saw the text. d: window shopping. but anyway, she saw this armchair that she had on her pinterest board. she asked "pretty or no?" with the green velvet chair. l: what did you tell her?]

[2nd: word to word? I texted her "LOL you should see the accent chair I've gotten you for our flat in monaco." l: are you serious? *laughs* d: she wouldn't tell me what she wanted for her birthday. I only got a brief idea when she left her phone in my pocket once and gave me a free access to her pinterest boards.]

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thalunalovegood · 2 months

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I’m on my Gwynriel era (been here since 2021 🤓)

So, I’m here thinking about them, and how they will challenge each other, make a lot of bets, make inside jokes, they have so much potential to grown together and heal together.

Look at this, they are so beautiful 🥹

[I hope the artist don’t mind, I found the fanart on Pinterest]

So here a few things that I think will happen, or I would like to see/read in their book.

I said here once, but I would to see that the shadows talk to Gwyn, I know we don't have evidence yet, but I think when Gwyn ask Az if he can sing it was because maybe she heard something, and the way she smiled to them (you can't tell me the shadows aren't the captain of the ship, and don't give me "it's good for Az if they left him", it's BS, the shadows are part of him)

Bets. We know they both are competitive:

Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?” Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.” Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. “We look forward to proving you wrong.”

“Az had let his brother boast. Especially since Azriel had been planning his own victory for a year now.”

Encouraging. They will push each other to their best version, to recognize that they both deserve good things.

Chemistry. All their interactions are so good, and funny, they have a really strong set up. If they talking it's like this, can you imagine they flirting to each other?

“I blame Cassian for this. He's too busy making eyes at Nesta to notice such mistakes these days. Azriel laughed. — I'll give you that. Gwyn smiled broadly. — Thank you.”

Opening. Gwyn is comfortable around Az, he isn't self-conscious around her, so they will be able to talk to each other without their past, traumas get the best of them. [Don't give me the "she is a SA survivor speech", she is, but she isn't her trauma, and she can have everything she likes, she reads smut books, and she isn't a child.]

Spying together. Az is the spy master, and Gwyn showed abilities to become one.

She smiled crookedly at Nesta. “I kept to the trees the first two nights, watching the beasts, and I spotted that horrible male and his companions this morning. Saw they’d found my nightgown and displayed it, and I knew they were hunting for you. I thought I’d take them out before they could find you.” “You led the beast right to them.” “I learned where the beasts sleep during the day,” Gwyn said. “And that they get very angry when awoken.”

Gwyn and Az have so much potential, if you see the details, the songs references, the spark, the glow, all of this is used to describe a match bond, anyway, I'm here for them, I can't wait to read their story.

Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason… he could see it. But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

#azriel x gwyn #gwyn berdara #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #pro gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara

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gaysindistress · 1 year

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Sad Girl - four

summary: James has an interesting new business’ proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass

word count: 1.3K

part 3 | series masterlist

a/n: I know this chapter is a little shorter BUT it’s for good reason. The next part will be worth it.

taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

10:30 on the dot and Doll is lounging on the black coach in his office, computer balanced on her knees. Even if she had been whisked into some dystopian world, she still had work to do and emails from her father to ignore. James’ voice could be heard bouncing off the hallway walls as he made his way to his office, talking to someone on the phone. With one hand he opens the office door while the other hand holds the phone to his ear. Surprise is not the first emotion he feels when he notices Doll has made his office her own but it’s only emotion he lets make it to his face. She glances at the clock silently saying “of course I’m on time” and goes back to the files pulled up on her screen.

“Okay well Steve is more than capable of handling any other issues if they come up so call him,” the frustration is evident in his voice and shoulders as he’s pulling out his own computer and getting it set up on his desk.

“What? No like I said call Steve. Don’t call me and if it’s something really fucked up, Steve will call me. I have a meeting that I am now late to thanks to you not being able to handle little shit,” with that, he ends the call and sits down in the chair that has been calling his name for the last few hours.

Doll has moved to the chair across from him, eyes taking every detail and making mental notes of where his weak spots are for later use.

Clearing his throat, he startles her and begins to speak “I’m surprised to see you here already.”

“You said 10:30 so I was here at 10:30.”

“Just surprised given how headstrong you are.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his plump pink lips, wait just lips, as he types something into his computer and turns the screen so they both can see it. He leans forward in effort to make sure she can see the document clearly but all she’s focused on is the chain disappearing under that stupidly well fit burnt orange shirt.

“I assume you went over the contract already with your father,” he notices where her eyes are looking but doesn’t say anything.

“Yep.”

“Good girl. Now we do have to officially announce our engagement but you can choose how we do that. You step mother wants us to have an engagement party at their estate but I got your father to agree that announcing it at the fundraiser Friday night would also work.”

‘Good girl’ was not lost on her and her slightly widened as her cheeks flushed which was also not lost on James.

“I’m required to go anyways so might as well make it useful,” she forces out, nearly chocking on her words, “Pepper only wants to parade you around to all of her friends to show that she has more money and connections than them.”

“Sounds good to me, Doll. Do you have something to wear?”

She only nods, not trusting the state of her voice. Her mind is too focused on why the hell he chose to say ‘good girl’ and why the hell she’s so flustered over it?

“Can I ask what?”

“A dress.”

“Well of course, Doll but what does it look like?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, “why do you want to know?”

“I want to match my lovely bride to be.”

“Oh well in that case it’s bright yellow with tons of tulle and bows,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

Blue steel eyes and a slight smirk stare back at her, a look of ‘try again’ takes over his face. She wonders how many times he uses this same face on his business partners to get them to comply. Or maybe he reserves it for his girlfriends when they misbehave.

“It’s a black sleeveless, fitted dress with a v neck.”

“How low?”

“Excuse me?”

“How low is the v neck?”

“My boobs will be covered if that’s what you’re concerned about. I wasn’t exactly planning on being engaged when I bought it.”

“I don’t care what you wear. I’m more concerned about whether or not I’m going to have to hold you back when someone looks at you the wrong way or says something stupid,” he chuckles still leaning over the desk, eyes flickering across her body.

“I can handle my own,” her annoyance is far out grown whatever else she was feeling.

“Oh I know you can but since I’m about to be your husband, I do have to play the part.”

“Whatever. What else do you need to go over?” she huffs, crossing her right leg over her left.

Scrolling down a little more, he says “The wedding is scheduled a month from now. You can plan it or we can hire someone.”

“Hire someone. I don’t have the time to plan a wedding and I don’t want Pepper anywhere near it.”

“I figured as much. I’ll have Natasha get all of that sorted,” scrolling a little more, he stops and makes eye contact with her again, “Aside from those two events, there’s nothing else. We just have to play nice in public while having separate private lives if that’s what you’d like.”

Her fingers flex on her bicep, “If that’s what I’d like?”

“I’m known to have a certain affect on women.”

“Oh my god! You’re an absolutely douchebag. Yes I’d much rather have nothing to do with you outside of public events. Now if we’re done here, I’d like to get back to my very legitimate work,” she says, standing with James’ eyes following her every move.

“The work you do for you father is not legal,” he remarks, eyes settling on the way she bites her lip in irritation.

“It’s less illegal than whatever you do,” she shots back, waving a hand in the air.

Sitting back in his chair, James clasps his hands together in his lap, “what exactly do you think I do?”

“Illegal…things.”

“Very descriptive, Doll. I’ll tell you if you admit you’re also doing illegal things.”

“Providing therapy to people is not illegal.”

“It is if they’re criminals needing a clear record so they don’t go back to prison. Also what therapist carries a gun around?”

“That’s not what I do and I don’t carry when I’m working,” she affirms with great annoyance.

“Sure, Doll, just when you’re interrupting important meetings,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“Maybe don’t involve me in stupid shit and I won’t pull a gun on you,” she pauses to stop herself from exploding on him, “I’m a therapist for reformed individuals.”

He reaches into his desk drawer and ignores her, knowing she won’t let it down if he corrects her. He pulls out a little black box with a box on top and sets it down on the desk in between them.

“Here’s your ring.”

Going to grab the box, Doll is hesitant to believe what he says.

“My ring?” she questions as she unties the bow and opens the box.

Inside is a 3 carat radiant cut diamond ring sitting neatly in velvet.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, “might as well have gotten a 5 carat one, holy shit.”

James smirks smugly at her reaction, standing and takes the box from her hands. He takes the ring out and puts the box down before taking her left hand in his much larger hands. She goes silent and still while he slips the ring onto her finger. Bending down he kisses the top of her hand and her breath hitches.

“5 would be considered a weapon on your hand. 3 will leave a few cuts but nothing too major. Can’t have you doing any real damage to me,” he says through the smirk he is still wearing.

“I do have to go. Steve has been blowing up my phone since I walked in. I will see you at dinner,” he says pointing a finger at Doll while he walks out of the room, leaving her flustered and alone in the office.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob au #sad girl - bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes

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jabesa0 · 17 days

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Hii im the same anon who asked for the jewellery rendering tutorial. Sorry i keep asking for tuts but how do you render clothes,, it's currently my biggest struggle along with actually drawing the folds 😭😭

Hey there anon!! Don’t apologize!!! I actually really do enjoy answering questions, whether it’s drawing tips or my opinions and such on mammon!! It’s fun to talk to y’all when I can!

Anyways yeah I think I can explain my thought process when it comes to clothing and such!!

(Putting it under the cut cause it may be a bit long lolol)

So when I draw clothes, my main focus is to understand and be able to get across the texture/material of the clothes I’m making!! I find that when you can get across what material it is, other people will be able to fill in the blanks of what the clothes are supposed to be!!

For example, here’s my pool table mammon where he’s wearing a gold metallic puffy jacket:

For reference, I looked for a picture that had similar material and overall shape to what I was drawing.

But rather than trying to copy the shading and folds line for line (which wouldn’t have worked either way since the angle, pose, lighting is different and would change a lot of things!), I look at which places the material looks the brightest and darkest, as well as where the clothing puffs and where it sticks to skin to be able to accurately get across the kinda clothes I wanna put my subject (usually mammon for me 🫶🥰) in!!

A few other examples would be these two mammons:

In these two pictures, mammon wears clothing that have a very distinctive texture to them, leather and knit! Even though I don’t draw every line or fold perfectly, I try to get across that it’s a knit sweater or that it’s a tight leather material by either drawing the wool stitching/pattern or having the shininess of the leather come through the dark material!

Even though it’s messy, you get what I’m trying to convey when you understand that it’s wool or leather or whatever material I’m trying to convey at the time!

Once you understand material, I think it becomes easier to understand folds!

Take this mammon for instance:

Because I understand denim fabric and because I looked at the jeans I wanna reference prior, I know that those folds/lines tend to be where the legs connect/around the crotch area, so I know to put those there! If it were a longer pair of jeans, I would put those folds around the knee areas, since there’s where denim tends to bunch up!

I think it’s very helpful to spend some time looking at fashion images online and when you’ve picked your clothing, to really look and see where clothes *tend* to fold into itself when it’s made of a certain thing! That way, when you draw something puffy, you know what spots is puffs at and where it sticks to, or if you’re drawing something that clings, you can see what spots cling to the skin and was spots have a looser fit!

I tend to spend a lot of time going on Pinterest lookin at fashion pictures and clothing and saving the ones I wanna draw mammon in, so I’ve built up my understanding of how material works! I still have plenty to learn, but I’ve built up my observation skills to a point where I can trust myself to get down a certain material once I’ve found a good reference!

Hopefully y’all found this helpful!! The way I draw is very much messy and only really drawing what I think is important and letting myself and others “fill in the blanks” when it comes to finer, finer details! My thought process is to draw enough to get the point across, even if it ends up looking more painterly and less clean than it should LOL but I’ve come to enjoy the way I draw :P!!

Anyways thank you so much for the question, I actually really love talking about my drawing process! I don’t tend to do it often, so when I do explain things, I think I also end up learning things myself when I look at my own art and explain it to all of you guys!!

#asks #mammon obey me #I used mammon for all my examples LOL #my little model helping me out 🫶🫶#isn’t he so cute and helpful 😍😍#it’s cause I love drawing different fashion types on mammon #I love playing Barbie dress up with my man 🥰

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ponderingmoonlight · 3 months

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Since I was bombarded with anon statements about me using AI again, I'll say it here on last time: I see and understand where artist come from, I get the frustration over "artists" claiming AI work as their own, selling those pics and getting quite some fame for it.

But accusing me of stealing because I let an AI software turn me and readers into jjk or demon slayer style pictures is a little insane, don't you think? Especially advicing me to just use pictures on Pinterest or out of the manga. I don't want to hurt or trigger someone, but isn't that exactly what stealing is out of your context as well? Isn't using screenshots of jjk anime or manga "stealing" as well? And don't get me started on using random pics on Pinterest where you simply can't find out who's the original artist anymore. The argument that AI gets feeded countless pics on the internet and consumes artists hard work in the process sounds absolutely depressing and I'd be pissed as well.

But when I thought about it more...When putting your stuff on the internet, you deliver it to basically the whole earth. Damn, even my fics were found on some Russian site translated and without stating I was the one writing it. I get the frustration, I get the hate! But at the same time I feel like you aren't im charge for what happens on the internet anymore. As soon as you publish your stuff on literally ANY site (since all of them are collecting your data like Thanos anyway), it will get feeded into that system. Who knows how many of my countless essays already landed in there and are a part of someone's work? Who knows how many phrases of my fics I would be able to find when searching with ChatGPT? This isn't talking your concerns down or explaining myself, but rather showing that it's literally ANY artist out there getting affected by AI. You could just search for a fic with Gojo and boom, ChatGPT delivers way faster than me.

But why are you still here, then? Because NOTHING compares to original art!

Like I said over and over, I'd love to collab with artists. But much to my understanding, a lot of them work for MONEY and since my content is FREE, I'm simply not able to pay for the sheer presentation. Also, when looking at my blog, you'll see that I'm using like 70% of anime screenshots by now.

Let me take this opportunity to ask: are you even familar with how generating pictures with the help of AI even works? To make it short, the ML algorithms get "trained" with a huge ammount of training data (we are talking about like 1 billion pics here, depending on the AI). Yes, that data is sourced from the internet. Yes, that data will most likely include the content of artists on the internet without consent (which isn't fair). BUT that art doesn't find direct use in the later generated pics. It rather helps training the algorithms in order to "learn" aspects and characteristics of the imagine in correlation to the picture you want to translate into a certrain art style (like in my chase) or based on the described properties that the image should have (e.g. Bing AI). To translate that: You don't type in "blonde girl with blue eyes" and the AI just shows you a stolen picture online that fits into that description but generates its own version of it based on the pictures it got trained with before. Of course, it surely depends on the AI you're using and it is your responsibility as a consumer to think about ethical correctness here. But same goes for the people simply hating on me over the fact that I'm using AI and accusing me of stealing while this is definetely not the chase.

I won't change my blog because of you, I will continue putting a pic here and there into a fic because not only I find it cute from time to time, but the people who request are thankful more than once because I'm able to make "their" fic feel a little more personal. I get this is controversial and that some people won't feel comfortable on this blog because of it, which is sad but life. I can't even count how many times I've got rude messages because the jjk screenshots I've took myself out of the anime are someone else's artwork, because the manga panels are also artwork and I'm stealing them for my own content. I feel like I'm always in the wrong here, so I'll continue what I'm doing and what makes me happy.

Also, let me get this straight: I'm a writer who uses AI generated pics from time to time in order to spice up a cover and you're able to see that in the very first entry on my blog. It's really not that deep over here.

Have a nice day everyone

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dumplingsfordays · 9 months

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eyes are the windows of the soul

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ok so hihi, first time writing stuff for a fandom...

this one's kinda self indulgent because (cough cough) dainsleif (cough cough) anyways

i don't think i mentioned any female anatomy but reader's pronouns are she/her and she works at a coffee shop! so yeah

also lots and lots of pining from reader because dainsleif is absolutely perfect

(but you can apply this to any other blonde, blue-eyed reserved man if you want to bc his name isn't mentioned)

umm yeah so not proofread!!, might be mistakes / errors so feel free to correct! english is not my first language so i'm sorry if i make any mistakes. also written in third person.

art found on pinterest through @cartavaya_vorona, i couldn't find the original artist (sorry!)

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The more (y/n) fell in love with him, the more her desire to truly understand him grew.

He was mysterious, reserved. They hadn't even talked, but (y/n)'s gaze always lingered on his long, dark blue cloak when he would pass by the counter while the customer in front of her ordered their coffee. She would fumble with the trays of freshly-baked lemon tarts when his image came into her mind - gorgeous blonde hair, deep cerulean eyes which she could never make eye contact with, but he was always expressionless. His smile, by far, was the most puzzling thing about him, and (y/n) was determined to uncover that mystery, whatever it took. She'd always make sure his order was right, make little jokes when she'd bring his coffee and food to the small table in the corner where he always sat, but none of those things seemed to work. He just always thanked her, politely but quietly, still with that neutral expression on his face, and resumed reading whatever book he was holding, to her dismay.

This happened routinely for around two months now. He would come in, usually between six to seven in the afternoon, and order a medium cappuccino with no sugar and a quiche. He'd sit down and eat, and when the café closed at eight, he would thank (y/n) with a simple nod before exiting.

But on one calm, late September evening, when the sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of red and orange and purple that poured through the windows like molten gold, when (y/n) stood behind the counter, washing the used coffee cups in the sink, when the man that she'd been thinking of at that moment entered the café, he came up to her and waited silently until she would see him.

(y/n) sensed his presence, and swiveled her head around to meet his gaze. However, this time, she couldn't look away. Her (e/c) eyes widened.

She felt so heavy, and yet so light at the same time, like she was drifting along a cold river, and staring upwards at the sky. It was littered in multicolored stars, with the bright full moon hanging to the left of her vision, and when she felt a particularly cold current sweep past her, she felt a twinge of pain, of etherealness, of tainted purity, and her heart began to throb in a sort of sweet bitterness. She blinked, and was back in this world, in her cafe.

“Oh, hello,” she said, cringing inwardly as she looked away, at the wooden surface of the counter. She was probably staring before. “Would you like your usual?”

“No, actually.” (y/n) spotted him twiddling his thumbs in her peripheral vision. “I would like to try something new today. What is your favorite item on the menu?”

She paused. She didn’t expect this, not in a million years.

“Um… I'm actually not sure. I think I like all of them, but if I had to choose… I do really enjoy the éclairs.”

“I’ll have one of those then, please. And a cappuccino.”

“You sure love your coffee, huh?” (y/n) chuckled.

“I do.” The man nodded, and went to the seating area (which was surprisingly fairly empty), taking a seat at a table closer to the counter. At first, (y/n) didn't notice - she wanted to select the best éclair for him so he wouldn't think ill of her recommendation, and after she brewed the coffee and put everything on a thin wooden tray, she strode over to his usual seat by the window in the corner, but then noticed he wasn't there. She blinked in confusion a couple of times, before finally finding him sitting at a table that was still adjacent to the wall, but was one column closer to the counter. Trying to hide the fact that her face was light pink from embarrassment, she walked to his table and set everything down. She met his eyes again, but this time more shyly.

“Let me know if anything tastes bad.” She hated how her voice squeaked against her will just now.

“I will. Thank you,” he replied, and (y/n) could swear that she saw just the faintest glint of gentleness in his deep azure eyes. Giddly, and with a gigantic smile on her face, she smiled, and rushed off back to the counter with her head turned away. Jesus Christ, could she be any more obvious?

She speed-walked into the kitchen, sat down on a low stool across from one oven, and covered her (probably very) red face with her hands. Never before had the man shown any emotion, with the exception of mild frustration, and seeing his eyes slightly crinkle at the ends and sparkle with this sort of softness sent pleasant shivers down (y/n)'s spine.

Eyes are truly the windows of the soul, she thought.

#dainsleif x y/n #dainsleif x you #dainsleif x reader #genshin dainsleif #dainsleif #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #dainsleif imagines #dain <33 #he's so pretty i can't #ik the last sentence is a little cheesy but like #writeblr #genshin fanfic #fanfic

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misty1102 · 27 days

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Hey, good luck with everything you have to do :)

I’d like to request Artemis if you could do that, thank you and may the gods be with you!

Awww thank you and I hope everything goes well for you as well! <333

Offerings for Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, and chastity! 1: Cypress, birch, pine, wildflowers, or mugwort because while she is the goddess of wild animals, she is also a nature goddess! You can find these out in the woods or even out in your yard if you’re lucky! 2: Animal bones. Yeah, this can represent wild animals in a way, and since it’s her domain it works as an offering. You can find these in the woods as well.

3: Other things from nature! (Rocks, crystals, dirt, sand, leaves, etc!)

4: Bows. Like Apollo, she is associated with bows and arrows. Do you can offer her some bows or even an arrow that you aren’t using, if you want!

5: Moon images. Oh, did I forget to mention that she is also a goddess of the moon? (Apart from Selene, of course!) you can even give her paintings or drawings of the moon if you can draw

6: Incense. I say this about most of the offerings I post up on here, but it’s because it’s a really good offering! Anyway, you can choose frankincense, cypress, or anything woodsy!

7: Tarot cards! Now, I don’t actually own tarot cards (strict parents, ugh) but you can offer her ‘the high priestess’, ‘temperance’, or ‘The Moon.’

8: Water, almonds, red wine, walnuts, olive oil, or fruit. These can work as food offerings, and they are usually found in households, so you should already have them <3

9: A candle. If you don’t have incense (like me! I’ve been too lazy to ask my parents for some) if you have any woodsy candles around your house, you can use those instead! I recommend adorning it with pine needles, silver flakes, clear quarts, and cypress leaves.

10: Speaking of silver, you can offer silver to Artemis! Since her brother, Apollo, takes gold offerings, she takes silver. Own some silver ring that you don’t feel like wearing anymore? (Honestly same) offer it to Artemis!

Devotions for Artemis-

1: Spend time in nature! Whether you wanna go on a hike or just walk in nature barefoot (just please be careful!)

2: spend time with and care for animals!

3: Go stargazing or learn about constellations in her honor

4: Learn about and support feminism (I mean, the hunters of Artemis are literally all girls, soooo..) (PS: feminism does NOT = misandry, people!)

5: wear jasmine oils and perfume! I highly recommend Jasmine. 6: practice archery! Now, I’m not saying you have to join the hunt, but there’s no harm in learning archery for her!

7: Pray to her! There are LOADS of prayers for Artemis on Pinterest so you can use those! Or you can even make up your own prayer, as long as you know what you’re doing!

Good luck and have fun working with Artemis, love! 🌕🏹

#artemis #greek gods #hellenic deities #nature #hellenic polytheism #offerings

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notsogreatpotoo · 24 days

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you've given me permission to ramble, hope you wont regret it lol. Anyway, I am a 16 year old tattoo apprentice and I've wanted to get the tattoos of buzzfeed unsolved quotes tattooed as well as puppet history for quiet some time. So my classmate/ bestie who works in the same tattoo parlor as me agreed to do the tattoos since we always watch puppet history during our jobs and even customers even love it. We entered the tattoos compisitions in a lettering competition between parlors in our county since their just quotes and not images. My mentor has to agree to let me do the tattoos before I can actually get them but ive begged him for weeks and aced the semester exam just to sugar coat it lol. The first tattoo is from I think the season 4 finale of puppet history, The episode where the evil hologram perfessor tried to skin Ryan...yeah, me and genna play it in the parlor when we have to clean and freak out our mentor bc we know every word and it makes him think we're phsycopaths. its the song "Im gonna make one hell of a me out of the peices of you", Its such a raw line and its true poetry lol. Anyway the second on is (Singing "Mamma Mia" Unintelligibly), This one also has meaning bc I fucking love Mama Mia and also constantly singing it and when I found the caption on Pinterest, it led me to buzzfeed which led me to watcher and where I am today. They are truly a big part of my life. But honetsly I'm excited to have it on my body so when someone asks what it means, I can spew my shit like I'm doing rn lol. P.S sorry for the long text! You said I could ramble, and I don't really have many friends beside genna who even know what I'm talking about or even care lmao

Oh my gosh that sounds amazing!! I’m so excited for you :]

I’ve been thinking about tattoos for a bit and while they aren’t a priority for me, I’m always in favor of changing your body to suit you better. Also, you’re a tattoo apprentice, how metal is that???

Your tattoo choices sound like they’ll be so cool, wishing y’all luck for that lettering competition! No need to apologize for a long ask :]

I love the substitute professor so muchhh, and that song is AMAZING. As a fellow fan, I’m also so happy that you get to kind of immortalize what led you to Watcher, because I totally get how important fandom can be in one’s life and it’s awesome to remember how far you’ve come.

Thank you for sharing, new friend!!! :]

#ask!!!

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Sirius Black X F.Reader - I was lost without you (+18)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Hello, lovley bees 🐝🌺 I bring you Sirius Black today. We have a younger and a older version of him 🖤 It's been a very long time since I wrote for Harry Potter. Well, about ehm,10 years? Anyway, I hope you’ll like it

(❁´◡`❁) F.Reader is two years younger then Sirius.

Summary: Fate has torn you both apart. Sirius, who innocently lost twelve years of his life in Azkaban, and you, who never got over the loss of him. Every day, your memories of him fade more and more. But deep inside you, there is still a hope that he will return to you... One day, fate will finally smile down on you again and unite you. However, you don't know anything about the soon reunion...

Warning: 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, lots of fluff and crying

I was lost without you (+18)

"How are you doing, Sirius? Glad you're here!"

"Thanks, Molly. It's good to see you guys. I just wish the circumstances were more pleasant."

But the Dark Lord was preparing for his return and so was the Order of the Phoenix. After a long time of running and hiding, Sirius had returned. The loneliness was not a nice thing, but unfortunately Sirius had to admit to himself that he had gotten used to it. Sirius had been in Azkaban for twelve long years before he had escaped two years ago; imprisoned for crimes he had not committed. Twelve long years of agony and pain. He was framed for murders he didn't commit, but the worst accusation was betraying James and Lilly Potter. Sirius could never have done such a heinous thing to his most trusted friends. So many years had passed, but Sirius thought of his friends every day. The nights in Azkaban had been lonely. Cold and bleak. But now that he had his freedom, he was overwhelmed. He had lost almost everything but what little he had left, he had found again. His old friend Remus Lupin and his godson Harry, whom he loved more than anything. But as much as he loved his friends, the memories of one in particular were painful. Y/N. God, how he missed her. As much as he enjoyed carrying Y/N in his memories, the thought of her pained him. They were both separated, their love torn apart. After so long, Sirius was aware that Y/N had probably built a life for herself. Maybe she was married and had children? The thought of it hurt, but he wouldn't blame her. But he hope that she still loved him as much as he loved her. Still, Sirius knew he couldn't ask that of her. Completely lost in thought, he looked down at the table as images of Y/N appeared in his mind's eye. He saw her charming smile, her pretty, big eyes, her delicate lips. Oh, how Sirius missed the taste of her lips. He missed her touch, the feel of her soft skin against his....

*** Flashback

With a smile on his lips, Sirius looked at the young woman. He was standing by the doorframe and Y/N didn't seem to have noticed him yet. She seemed to be caught up in her thoughts as she brushed through her hair, not looking in the mirror but at the jewelry lying on the dresser in front of her. Sirius enjoyed the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, enjoying seeing her delicate wrist move, the sight of her neck, her bare shoulders. For such a cold winter night, this night gown was perhaps too cold, but Y/N didn't seem to mind the cold much. Granted, it was comfortably warm in this room, and Sirius would be the last person to tell her to dress warmer. There were other ways to keep warm on cold winter nights. The young wizard approached the young woman and it was only when she heard his footsteps that she saw him in the mirror. Instantly she gave him a warm smile as he stopped behind her. His warm hands rested on her delicate shoulders as he leaned down to her neck and gently kissed her skin.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?"

Y/N smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying Sirius' touch very much. Yes, she was doing very well. She still couldn't believe that she and Sirius had finally found each other. There had only ever been Sirius for her, all the other boys had been uninteresting to her. After they had left Hogwarts, it had suddenly happened quickly. They had met regularly, dated each other, and had quickly realized that there was more to them than just friendship. She would never forget her first night with Sirius either. She had been so nervous, but Sirius had been very patient and loving with her. One more reason why her love for Sirius was so intense; being in their early twenties, they were both in the prime of their youth and they both believed that they still had their whole lives ahead of them. With each other they would enjoy it and yet they were unaware of what fate had in store for them both.

"Of course."

She looked up at him as she reached for his hand that was still on her shoulder. Her eyes shimmered like two stars and Sirius couldn't take his eyes off her. Lovingly, his fingers slid over her cheek as he looked into her eyes and his gaze suddenly became quite serious. At first Y/N frowned, but his next words made her smile again.

"I love you, Y/N."

Somehow Sirius sensed that their happiness would not last long. Why he felt that, he couldn't say but something inside him screamed for him to hold Y/N tightly in his arms and never let her go. To protect her from dark forces; until his last heartbeat.

"I love you too, Sirius."

That's when he leaned down to steal another kiss from her...

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Sirius was jolted out of his memories as several doors slammed shut in his immediate vicinity. Sighing heavily, Sirius ran his hands over his face. The memories of Y/N were so old, and yet they felt so real. So vivid. How would Y/N react if she ran into him? After such a long time? Would she even want him anymore?

"This way, sweetie."

It was clearly the voice of Molly, who was probably greeting the guest who had arrived. Sirius rose from his chair, and he was visibly nervous. Sirius knew for a fact that it was Y/N who had greeted Molly. In retrospect, Sirius wondered if it had been a good idea not to tell the young woman about him.

"Thank you, Molly. So, why did you want to see me so urgently?"

Her sweet voice was a blessing to Sirius' ears. For a moment he closed his eyes, enjoying this moment so much. And now they were meeting in his mother's old Manor.

"Well, get there first, dear. I'll explain everything in a minute!"

Molly stumbled over her own words as she pushed the young woman through the door, and when Sirius saw her, his breath caught. The words stuck in his throat and she hadn't even noticed him yet. She was busy taking off her warm winter coat but the moment she briefly lifted her head, she caught sight of the darkly dressed man. She paused in her movement, her chin dropped slightly and it looked as if Y/N wanted to say something, but no sound crossed her lips. Instead, her eyes widened as she slowly realized who this man actually was.

The tension was palpable and Molly glanced back and forth between the two of them, worried. Molly had known it had been a mistake not to tell Y/N about this surprise.

"You?"

In all her beauty, she stood before him and she stared at him as if he were a ghost. Of course, she certainly hadn't expected to see him.

"Sirius?"

Y/N thought her heart would jump out of her chest at any moment. She had recognized him immediately by his eyes; that gentle look in his eyes that had always revealed so much love and affection to her. Sirius really didn't know what to do or say. He would have loved to pull her into his arms and hold her tightly against him, kissing her until she lost her senses! But he was aware that he would probably frighten her. So much time had passed. Far too much time. Nevertheless, Sirius approached her cautiously and he clearly saw how her eyes began to tear up. They became all glassy, shimmering, and her lower lip began to quiver.

What was this all about? How could this be? Was it really her Sirius standing in front of her? It seemed like a dream. A dream that Y/N had had so many times before. But here he was, standing in front of her in the flesh.

"Y/N..."

Oh, his voice... That warm, pleasant voice she had missed so much. Her legs went all soft and they gave way. Molly instantly grabbed her arm, preventing her from falling to the floor. Molly led Y/N over to the large wooden table where Sirius was also standing and she pulled out the chair, letting Y/N sit down.

"Y/N, sweetie... Let me explain..."

"No... No, no, no..."

Y/N began to sob, to which Sirius showed a very pained expression. She didn't seem too thrilled to see him. Or maybe it was just the shock of seeing him again after so long.

"What is happening here? Is this just a bad prank?", asked Y/N, seeming heartbroken.

"No. Y/N, it's me..."

He approached again, slowly kneeling in front of her, but Y/N didn't dare look down. Why couldn't she look at him? Sirius's heart was tearing up.

"It's really me, Y/N. I'm a free man..."

Slowly, she looked at him and the first tears had already started to stream down her face. When Sirius saw this, he carefully reached out to wipe the tears from her rosy cheeks, but all of a sudden Y/N took flight. Crying, she ran out of the room, almost tripping over her own feet.

"Y/N..."

"Damn..." sighed Sirius, running a hand through his black curls.

"Don't hold it against her, Sirius. She's suffered a lot from her loss over the past few years. And to see you now, after all this time... well, it's a shock. I'm sure she didn't expect to run into you tonight."

"Yeah..."

It hurt like hell, yet Sirius hid his current feelings from Molly. Sirius heard Y/N running up the stairs and he hoped she would calm down.

"Molly... would you please go check on her?"

"But of course..."

"Damn..." he said again before sitting back down on his chair and staring at his hands, which were shaking slightly...

It was the middle of the night when Y/N quietly made her way out of her room. It had been a few hours since her arrival and finally, the young woman had calmed down. The fact that Sirius had suddenly stood in front of her had to be digested first. And now she hoped that she had not hurt him with her escape. Maybe he understood her sudden flight. She couldn't wait until tomorrow morning, she wanted to see Sirius now. She wanted to see him, to ask him to forgive her for running away from him. For the last few years she had wanted nothing more than to have him with her again. As the young woman walked down the stairs, the wood squeaked and groaned under her feet, but she tried to be as quiet as possible. Perhaps Sirius was as sleepless as she was. The young woman would soon find out because Sirius had been sitting in the large dining room the whole time. Just as he had been a few hours ago. He sat by the fireplace that was slowly dying out gazing thoughtfully into the flames that were only flickering dimly. Y/N still couldn't believe her eyes, but it was Sirius. Her Sirius Black.

He had changed a lot on the outside. You could see that he had suffered a lot in the last few years. Y/N couldn't even describe how she felt. Was it fear? Was it excitement? Or was she infinitely happy that all this was not a dream? She didn't know at the moment.

''I almost didn't believe it when I saw you... Even though you were standing in front of me...''

Somewhat startled by the young woman's sudden appearance, he turned his gaze to her and his blue eyes stared straight at her.

Her words triggered mixed feelings in Sirius. What words would follow? And the question was also whether she believed him responsible for all the murders he was accused of. Or did she believe in his innocence?

Oh, she was even more beautiful than he remembered her. This woman had not aged a day. Her beautiful hair, her full lips and those incredible eyes that sparkled like two stars.

''...and now we face each other again',' she whispered, her eyes shimmering through her tears. A sight Sirius could hardly bear, but he felt the same way. He really had to pull himself together, but eventually his eyes got moist too.

''Y/N..."

He tried to rise from his seat, but she had already knelt down in front of him and her head rested on his knees.

"Sirius!"

Her voice trembled as she said his name. Instantly, Sirius stroked through her soft hair before gently grabbing her chin and making her look up at him. He slid down from the chair and knelt down to her before grasping her delicate face and catching her tears with his thumbs.

"Sirius...it's really you!"

Her hands touched his face, her fingers sliding over his cheeks and his lips. His eyes were unmistakable.

''You're even more beautiful than I remembered, Y/N...'' he whispered, looking at her lovingly. Sirius pulled her to his chest and Y/N wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Sirius! My love!"

Her delicate and feminine scent instantly clouded his senses. He buried his face in her soft hair, inhaling her scent deeply, and Y/N heard his deep excited gasp. Never had Sirius forgotten her scent, had always remembered it on those lonely nights.

Suddenly and without warning, he kissed the young woman gently and Y/N didn't think about it for a second longer, but returned his affection immediately. Her eyes fell closed and her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing him close to her and they lost themselves in this incredible moment. It seemed to both of them like a dream from which they never wanted to wake up. But this time it wasn't one of those countless dreams they were both disappointed by again and again. No. It was reality and by God, they couldn't put into words how happy they were. After all these years, they felt an incredible sense of happiness.

When Y/N released the kiss, she leaned her forehead against his and Sirius sighed softly, his hands gently but firmly holding her shoulders.

"I never believed you were a murderer, Sirius."

She had always been convinced of his innocence, no matter what people had said about him. Her Sirius was not a conscienceless monster. That Sirius had spent so many years in Azkaban was abhorrent, and Y/N couldn't put into words how sorry she was. She wished he had been spared that heinous fate.

"So many years have passed, Y/N. And I have never been able to forget you."

Y/N smiled as she wiped the tears from his cheeks. She, too, had felt the same way.

"I thought I had lost you forever, Sirius. But I still had hope."

Because something inside her said he would come back to her. She had been inconsolable after Sirius' incarceration, isolating and withdrawing for months. Another man was out of the question for her, because she knew Sirius was innocent and getting involved with another man would have felt like a betrayal to her.

"I just wouldn't and couldn't let you go."

Sirius immediately glanced at her hands and he saw that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Her words had a deeper meaning and he slowly but surely realized what she was actually saying.

"You mean you were waiting for me?"

He could hardly believe what he was hearing and uncertainty was written all over his face. But then, how could Y/N be sure that he would return to her? She could have gone on with her life, but she had chosen not to.

Sirius embraced her delicate face, stroked her cheeks, and looked at her incredulously, almost shocked.

"What are you saying, Y/N?"

"I've only ever wanted you, Sirius. No one else," she whispered, but Sirius shook his head. Of course he was glad about that, that she still loved him and wanted him. But it was also selfish of him.

"You could have built a life, Y/N. A family."

But Y/N shook her head, looking him firmly in the eyes before kissing him deeply.

"You are my life, Sirius."

How could she love him so much? Y/N had an incredibly big heart and it had always been that way. It was also one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her. It wasn't fair that she had lost so many years. So many years of having to live alone. Their love had left them by the wayside. Bittersweet.

"Damn it, Y/N... Why? Why did you do that?" whispered Sirius through tears, his voice shaky. He kissed her, more stormily this time, and Y/N immediately returned his kiss. It had just been too long since they had last tasted each other.

"I missed you so much, Y/N! I went insane in Azkaban!" he confessed between hot kisses as his fingers gently dug into her arms. Sirius had nearly lost his mind in that horrible prison. There was a lot Sirius still had to process, but he was on a good path and now that he had Y/N back, it gave him even more strength.

"I'm so sorry, Sirius," she replied hoarsely as her lips sought his again, kissing him hungrily. Thirsty for his kisses and caresses, she slid onto his lap and now sat wide-legged on top of him. Greedily, his hands ran along her thighs, up to her hips, to her breasts, which were covered by her white blouse. God, Sirius would love to tear them in two and sink his face into her soft, warm and plump breasts. At this thought, he moistened his lips.

Quickly the room was filled with lustful gasps and soft moans coming from both of them. Sirius nibbled on her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin as Y/N clawed at his hair.

"Sirius..."

She pulled off his jacket before fussing with the buttons on his vest, opening them impatiently. She heard Sirius chuckle softly, and the next moment he was purring.

"I'd almost forgotten how impatient you can be when you want something, sweetheart."

Y/N smirked in amusement, already unbuttoning his black shirt. She bit her lower lip and Sirius couldn't put into words how much the sight turned him on. Without warning, he reached for her shapely bottom and before she knew it, Y/N was on the floor in front of him with Sirius on top of her. Her heart was beating so loudly, her blood was boiling and the only thing she wanted now was to make love to Sirius.

His smell, fresh mint, enveloped her. His face hovered just a few inches above her and she could feel his fresh breath on her lips. With his right hand he undid the buttons of her blouse and finally slipping it off her body. Wrapped in her black bra, Sirius looked at her delicious breasts.

A faint breeze, very delicate and cool as silk, brushed her face, followed by whispered words, "I want you."

And then his mouth pressed down on hers again, insistent, demanding. Blissfully, Y/N nestled her body against his and began sucking on his tongue, pressing her breasts against his chest and closing her thighs around his hips. And when he spread her legs wide,his already hard member pressed against her through the fabric of his pants, making her all soft and wet for him. Sirius rubbed himself against her, and she moaned. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of feeling his body hard and eager against hers, and knowing that she had pushed him this far.

Suddenly he broke away from her, kneeling down. He loosened the belt of his pants and Y/N sighed expectantly at the sight.

Sirius pulled off the rest of his clothes, as did Y/N, and eventually they tossed their clothes carelessly to the side. The young woman admired his body; the countless tattoos on his torso and Sirius admired Y/N as well. It had been far too long since he had seen his beautiful girlfriend. In all her beauty she lay before him. Naked and totally willing to him.

"God, how I desire you." He pressed his lips to her ear, her neck, and the small hollow at the base of her throat. "I want to touch you." His hands slid over her firm, plump breasts, kneading tenderly and wildly at the same time. "Lick you."

Y/N shuddered at his words alone, and when he touched her skin with his hot tongue, she gasped.

"I want to nibble and suck on you", he murmured, sliding down a bit to take a nipple into his mouth. She arched toward him, breathlessly whispering his name. At first he only very gently and carefully pulled at the rosy bud, playing around it with his tongue, but then his lips closed more tightly around it, sucking more violently, and pleasure mingled with sweet pain. The young woman curled her fingers in his hair.

Sirius lifted his face, looking at the beautiful creature before him, and when Y/N opened her eyes, she saw that he was looking at her while his hands played with her breasts, gently pinching and rolling the buds until she moaned.

"Sweetheart," he said, his voice a shade lower, "I want to taste you."

Without warning, he grabbed her knees, holding them all the way up and spread wide. Y/N gasped in surprise, aroused at the same time, as he slid his head between her thighs and his mouth lowered to her moist center to explore it with his tongue.

"Sirius..."

She couldn't put into words how much she desired this man and how happy she was at the moment. Sirius growled softly, letting the taste of her nectar melt on his tongue, and by God, he could hardly stand not to be inside her. He licked her, sliding his warm wet tongue between her wet labia until he reached her clit, which he playfully circled before closing his lips around it and beginning to suck on it.

How could such a tender and gentle touch awaken such fierce sensations that one thought they could hardly bear?

Sirius noticed the trembling of her body, but he held her in place while he indulged her with his tongue. As he slid over the tight opening of her vagina and he penetrated her with the tip of his tongue, she cried out in pleasure.

She seemed to literally explode, and wave after wave flooded her with pure bliss spreading from her center. And while the last aftershocks were still coursing through her, Sirius continued.

They had both lost so much time. Making up for all those years was impossible, but all the more Sirius and Y/N would understand how precious every moment was. And the war against the Dark Lord was getting closer. However, Sirius would make sure that fate would not go against them. He didn't want to lose Y/N a second time...

"Sirius," she gasped, pulling at his hair. "Sirius, please!"

He eased off her, sliding kisses up her stomach to her face. He pushed her knees apart and slid between them, guiding the hard tip of his cock to her wet opening and slowly pushing inside her. A soft whimper escaped Y/N, then she reached for him.

Sirius took her hands in his, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Y/N..."

He pressed a little deeper into her and Y/N arched up to meet him, wrapping her legs around him.

"Sirius, come deeper..."

That's when he finally pushed all the way into her, closing his fingers tightly around hers. Y/N body quivered under his, as she was completely surrounded by lust. He held her hands with an iron grip as he made love to her under his body.

"I want you."

His breathing was so heavy she could barely understand him, but he emphasized each word, punctuating it with a new, fierce thrust.

"I want you - I want you to be mine, Y/N. Now and forever."

"Yes." She replied, hugging him as tightly as she could. "Forever."

She was already his, after all. She had always belonged to him and no one else. Just as he belonged to her, too.

His pace increased; he squeezed his eyes shut as he gasped and moaned louder and louder. She nearly expired with pleasure as he shifted inside her, for now he was rubbing against her most sensitive spot, taking her to ever higher levels of ecstasy.

While she was again heading towards her peak, Sirius kissed her and thus stopped her lustful moans and Y/N legs fell wide apart, allowing him more space to thrust into her even faster and harder. The beautiful woman looked at the man above her and saw how gorgeous he was. His face showed signs of lust. Fine pearls of sweat had formed on his skin, his lower abdomen began to quiver and that's when Y/N knew that he was also about to climax. And then suddenly he pulled out of her and he squirted his seed on her belly. This sight excited Y/N so much that she put her fingers on her throbbing clit and within a few seconds she also enjoyed an incredible orgasm that literally sent her into heaven.

Panting softly and filled with the greatest happiness, Sirius settled down on his back next to her and he pulled the young woman to his chest.

Y/N closed her eyes, exhausted after this wonderful event, but also more than fulfilled.

She stroked his strong chest with gentle movements, enjoying the feel of his chest hair under her fingertips.

"Tell me this isn't a dream, Sirius..."

He put his fingers to her chin and gently lifted her face to look into her beautiful eyes.

"It is as true as I lay before you. This is not a dream."

The young woman gave him a warm smile and kissed his lips before snuggling against his warm chest.

It was silent around them and the only thing that could be heard was the soft ticking of the wall clock.

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emsvertigo · 1 year

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Nectar Of The Gods

image not mine, found on pinterest

summary & genre — angst, fluff & slight nsfw. as a na’vi you have always been sceptical of trusting sky people and dream-walkers, so there’s no difference when jake suddenly joins your tribe. rumours begin to spread about him, but all you want to know is his true intent. why is he really here, and why is his existence plaguing your every thought?

warnings — canon-typical violence, sexual references, strong language (c’mon it’s jake)

character & pairing — jake sully x fem!na’vi!reader (avatar. 2009)

word count — 3.1k

a/n — hii! this is my first post back on this account since i finally got inspiration back after 2/3 years!! sorry if you’ve come from the lord of the rings fandom and followed me when that was my normal thing to post, i appreciate you but i have moved on to different fandoms <3 anyway i got into avatar pretty recently with the release of the new film and MY GOD is jake sully fit, anyway, this is such an self insert cause i’m in love with him (aren’t we all). thank you to @nptnewr who has been a legend by inspiring me to write again (and getting me into avatar) ilysm!

find my old fics here! ✿

takes place during avatar. 2009, no way of water spoilers!

The whispers had started quickly. Through leaves and into the trees, casting a mist of rumour around the air, sticking damply to conversation. The sky person disguised in an ally’s body had arrived in the village suddenly, presenting no warning to the tribe of his coming or when his departure would be imminent. The gossiping tales of his true intentions were only fiction, planted like seeds to keep curiosity blossoming into a thick vine of chaotic lies. Some whispers spoke of his swift acceptance of the native way of life, and how his sacrifices presented him as a trustworthy friend, rather than an enemy to be slaughtered. Some spoke kindly of Eywa’s presence in his life and followed the deity’s instructions of selectively choosing this certain being. However, there were still some who spoke of darkness and the oncoming storm that would follow his path, destroying life in his wake. His footsteps covered with the blood of families after luring them to their doom, enchanting them with hope.

The blade in your hand trembled as you cut through bone, sharpening the ends of your arrows in haste. A pile of thin items grew swiftly beside you, accompanied by your bow. Your fingers were crying from holding the knife with extreme pressure, but your thoughts only grew, circling with stories and myths about this man, this alien, as your fingertips turned pale. With every movement of your arm, a grunt emerged from your clenched teeth. Snarling at the thought of the dream-walker amongst you, living as though his life was connected to the planet as yours was. He had won the heart of many, yet it was still strange that he distanced himself and became clueless when talking about pressing matters, hoping to come to peace with his kind and your tribe, pretending to warn you about dangers to come. Trespassers and strangers should be insulted and killed for their embarrassingly horrific behaviour.

The knife clattered to the branch beneath you, breaking the mould of concentration that covered your mind. You looked down at the discarded tool, useless and lifeless in shape after overwork. You hissed, grabbing the blade and throwing it far into the night, along with the arrow you had been working on. The air nipped your face as you sat at the edge of a tree branch, separated from home. Your pile of arrows accompanied you, balancing in the grooves of the bark.

Below your swinging feet, you spotted the ground glowing with footsteps, a dark figure stalking its way through the undergrowth. The footsteps of the being were quiet, yet the patter of bare feet was loud in your twitching ears. His name slowly fell from your lips, like a drop of poison. The curl of your lips grimaced as the syllables left your tongue. He was an insider for the sky people, and could not be left to fester within your home.

You quickly stood, grabbing your bow and arrows, and balancing your feet against the edge of the wood. At this height, you concluded that it was the creature you were looking for, as his movements around the forest were hasty and unfamiliar. Placing your arrows into their quiver, situated on your back, you jumped gracefully down onto the floor. The luminescent green colour of the leaves immediately grew as your skin connected with the plants.

Keeping the figure in your eyesight, you dropped to your hands and feet, keeping low to avoid detection. Your feet patted gently against the forest floor, as your hands quickly moved any bushes obstructing your view. You saw his figure turn into a small dip in the ground, an area covered by glistening trees, blue. Now you stood, your pace quickening with the advantage of being placed on your feet.

When you reached the secluded area, you brushed the drooping leaves aside, stepping into the glowing space. His back was turned to you, standing straight and strong. You quietly released an arrow and placed it into your bow, drawing the string far back, and aiming it directly at his head. You took a small step forward, the ground crunching beneath your feet. His ears twitched with the sound, immediately he started to turn around.

“Jake-Sully” You spoke, your grip tightening around the bow, hand beginning to cramp. He let out a small sound of surprise. “You are trespassing on our land.”

His eyes flashed with humour, “Easy girl.” He laughed, his hands raising to either side of his face. You pulled the bowstring back further in retaliation.

“Do not insult me.” You took a step forward. His face was soft in the cool glow and his features seemed boyish in close proximity. Innocence radiated across his form, but you knew better than to trust this version of him. “You know what you have done.”

Jake’s head tilted, questioning your motives with a flash of his eyes and raise of eyebrows. “I’ve been nothing but good to your people.” He stated. “I know you may not trust me for who I am, but I know I’ve tried my best to appreciate and learn your way of life.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned loudly in annoyance. Your arrow stayed aimed at his head. “Eywa chose you, why?”

He smirked in response, lowering his arms. A gesture that made your skin crawl and you moved your bow, indicating that he should keep them up. He obeyed.

“I’ve been asking myself the same damn question.”

“You are ignorant, stupid and do not care for our world.” You snarled, “You are working for your kind, you don’t want to protect us.”

He sighed, his tail swishing in annoyance. His nose creased, “Now who’s insulting who?” He muttered.

Your arrow tightened in your grasp, the pain between your fingers becoming overbearingly sore. In a flash, you turned your bow to face its attention directly next to his ear and released. The arrow pierced the air in a motion blur which spiralled out of the space beyond the trees, after nipping Jake on the tip of his ear. His hands suddenly dropped from the air, reaching up to cup his face in surprise. Your ears moved at the sound of his pathetic cries, and your tail swung angrily.

“You are no warrior.” You stated, arm lowering the empty bow to your side. You scoffed as you looked at his terrified face, his eyes wide and pupils dilated.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He yelled, spit flying across the space that separated your bodies. “You could’ve killed me!”

“But I didn’t.” You frowned, mocking his childish expression.

“You are unbelievable.” He mumbled, stepping forward, an indication that he was leaving. Yet, your hand, dropping the bow, reached out to place a palm on his chest, stopping his motions.

“Why are you really here, Jake?” Venom was still evident in your tone, yet with his proximity, your voice lowered. His eyes flickered, as he stared down at you, and your hand flat on his body. “And don’t tell me your story of hope and justice.”

Jake’s chest rose and fell under the weight of your hand, his heartbeat quickening. “If you don’t want to hear it, I can’t tell you.”

Your feet stepped closer to him, your faces almost touching with breath intertwining in the warm air. Your body almost accompanied your hand, flushed against his humid skin, his sweat and scent. “I know you are not here for peace.” You pause, “You are here for war.”

“I promise you, I’m not.” He mumbled, his breath spilling onto your face. Your eyes, connected in a weary trance, narrowed. You stepped away, hand falling back to your side. A breath he was holding in fell from his lips in quick exhaustive sounds. Your eyes fell to the floor.

“Lying betrays trust.” You stated, looking back into his eyes now, his eyelids heavy. “Not that I trust you, but others do.”

He sighed, his eyes closing for a brief moment, taking in the words you had spoken to him. In the silence, you could faintly hear the noises of the tribe far behind you two, and the growing sounds of the forest. Jake brought a hand up to scratch his forehead in defeat.

“Y’know, I’ve changed over time, right?” He asked, staring directly into your eyes, apology dripping off his tongue. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Be out with it!” You cried, flinging our hands out towards him and pushing him backwards, however, his strength kept him firmly in place. Your hands rested on his chest in tight fists.

“I was recruited to gain your trust and lure you out of your home so that the humans could obtain some materials.” He breathed, looking straight ahead now.

You understood plainly what the statement meant, and all the nasty details it entailed. It would cause the collapse of the tribe's home, and all your memories would vanish when the tree fell. Your eyes pricked with angry tears, desperately trying to blink them away. You knew this would be the case. That Jake was not a friend, he was not worthy of anyone’s trust. Your head lulled forward, connecting with his chest, seeking comfort and not caring who you were connected to. Your fist bashed against his skin, yet he did not yell when your cries came.

“You liar!” You yelled, your vocal cords straining with the anger in your voice. “We trusted you!”

Your heart burned, creating a large searing hole in your chest. Agony filled your senses. Pain. Betrayal. Lies. Your tail swatted the air, as your fist pounded his chest. Tears were streaming down your cheeks in harsh floods.

Slowly you felt strong arms around you, pulling your body further into him. Your forehead disconnected from his chest, and you stared up at him, eyes widened. His calloused hands rested themselves on either side of your thighs, cupping your flesh close to him.

“But you wanna know why I didn’t?” He breathed, close to your face. His essence empowered your body and captivated your mind. However, you always found he was captivating your mind.

Long sleepless nights were crowded with the thoughts of him, why he was here and what he wanted. Yet often your mind wandered to what he did do here, and what the positive aspects of his arrival had been. Some nights you had been overcome with emotions of jealousy and hate towards the women whom he spoke to in the village. Yet you reassured yourself that this was felt due to the unwanted circumstances of his arrival. You reassured yourself it was due to his dream-walker persona that you felt the way you did. But now, with his hands wrapped around your body, so close that his breath was yours. You knew why your hatred grew so strong. Why you had a feeling it was against your honour to speak to him, let alone be in the same room with him. Many had shared their hatred and doubts, but none had been as obsessed as you had.

His eyes stared softly down at you. The same eyes that only moments before had widened with fright and annoyance. Eyes that clouded your dreams in soft fog which lifted into a pink sea of foam. The eyes you had caught glances of while he laughed, smiled, cheered. Your ears twitched in recognition of his low voice, rumbling into your ears. “Because I fell in love.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as the puzzle pieces slowly started to mould together, bonding into newfound information. The reason you became hot and flustered around even the slight mention of his name was not due to hatred. Those hot flushes in the night due to his appearance in your mind were due to the same thing. Love. His words suddenly made the tears jerking your eyes spill again, drowning your cheeks in clear liquid.

“I’m sorry I probably shouldn’t have said anything.” He whispered, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek and wipe the tears away. In retaliation, your hand began reaching up from your side, raised to meet his grasp and interlink your fingers together, closely. Your hands meet in front of your faces.

“Jake…” You breathed, standing up straight and touching your forehead with his. Your new realisation was difficult to express in the form of words, your brain was still wracked with this new information it had been presented with.

He slowly lowered your hands to the side, and spoke your name, close and low. The sound of your syllables falling off his tongue sent a shiver down your spine, and the back of your neck grew hotter as his hand on your waist pulled you increasingly closer. “I chose you long ago.” He purred, “I just wonder if you’ll choose me.”

His head slowly lowered, in a gesture that made the hairs on your arms stand on end, and a sudden hotness plunge straight to your core. Your eyelashes fluttered as you breathed, “I will always choose you, Jake.”

“Well, then..” He trailed off, his face inches from yours now. “Can I kiss you?”

Your head nodded before your brain could keep up, and in a swift moment, his lips had joined with yours. A gasp tried desperately to escape your lips, but he swallowed it, claiming every breath of yours to be one of his. Your eyes slowly closed, when you submitted to the unfamiliar feeling. His lips moved slowly against yours in seductively intricate movements, like two strangers dancing in the night.

His hand removed itself from your waist and travelled up the side of your naked body, stopping to trace over bumps and scars imprinted on your flesh. His hand soon found its place at the base of your jaw, cupping the shape. His fingers slowly tickled the side of your face as his lips worked their way around yours.

A low sound escaped from his throat, growling as you opened your mouth for his tongue to dive into. Plunging into the abyss that was your hot mouth. Your response was a quiet moan, startled by his new courage, as your tongue licked a stripe up one of his front teeth.

Jake's hand suddenly came to rest on your chin and pulled it away from him as he caught his breath. His chest rising and falling from the action that had just taken place, you noticed how his pupils dilated and grew lustful when soaking in your image. Your breath was raging its way through your lungs and up through your throat in shallow gasps.

“I have dreamed of that moment.” You spoke through breaths. It felt strange to admit it aloud but his face was in every thought you had, even if it had taken you this long to believe it. Your chest fell in one final long breath, which caused the beads on your necklace to clink against each other, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you.

Jake’s eyes had not left you since the kiss broke, but his demeanour was uncharacteristically quiet. His hand had broken the bond with your own and had started roaming your jaw to accompany the other one, yet now he gazed down at you. Not wanting to ruin the moment with a quick movement or a train of thought.

Your hair had become unravelled and had now fallen in front of your eyes, in small ringlets, loose from their original braids. However, neither of you could find the courage to move and fix them back into place behind your ears. Your heartbeat was pounding, your mind wishing that Jake would speak.

“You are beauty.” He finally stated, his hand running down your neck and onto the top of your chest. You felt your cheeks heat up from the compliment, but did not want to look away from his cautious gaze. “I truly believe that.”

You smiled and swore you heard him curse beneath his breath when you did so. Your hands grazed at the front of his chest, as his arms circled your neck. “If you were not from a distant star, I would have thought Eywa had created you for me.” You giggled, “Even if you are stupid, you are also selfless.”

At this, Jake laughed, a sound that echoed through your ear and made your eyes flutter closed. “I guess that combination works.”

You began laughing at this comment and brought yourself forward to kiss him once again. His smile was evident on his lips as your bodies collided once more, your front flushed against his own. The gentle movement of lips which were once hasty began to invade your brain. Short laughs played out underneath the weight of lips, and smiles stopped the kiss from becoming just as intimate as the last.

You broke free of his lips and planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, leaving yourself to linger there for a few moments longer, breathing in his scent. His smile curled when your lips retreated and your feet landed steadily back on the ground, tail swishing mindlessly in happiness. The root of your problems towards Jake was so obvious now, and your raging want for him had so pointlessly turned into disgust.

“Shit.” He smiled, “It was only a couple minutes ago you wanted me dead.”

Your head dropped low, and your eyes focused on the bow laying discarded at your feet. The ground illuminated the placement of the bow, as you recalled the events before Jake had distracted you with his surprising confession. “I don’t know if I should forgive you for what you said before.”

His head now lowered, joining your gaze towards your feet and the weapon situated there. He sighed into your ear, regretting what he had agreed to do, “I understand.” He paused, thinking of what to say next, “You don’t have to forgive me.”

Your head lifted towards his face again, your eyes meeting his as his pupils dilated. “I understand, Jake.” You spoke, “I wish your honesty was not forced by my threats, but I know what it’s like to not want to see the truth.”

Your foreheads met once more, “Please accept my apology, I did not understand my emotions.” You breathed, cupping your hand in his, circling the back of his rough hand with your thumb.

He chuckled, “I should be sayin’ sorry to you for all the shit I’ve put the Omatikaya through.” Your eyes narrowed with his mocking tone, which he quickly discarded. “Which I am, I apologise for everything.”

He gave a quick squeeze to your hand, reaching up and kissing your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his breath against your skin, hand tangled in your grasp. Soon his body returned to its natural stature and your eyes opened.

“I see you.” He spoke, once his eyes were level with yours once more.

“I see you, Jake.” You whispered, bringing your interlinked hands up to your mouth, longingly kissing Jake's knuckles in one long motion.

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year

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The tale of the bear and the princess Home sweet home

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Prompt: 9.Cottagecore

Part of Spring showers spring flowers ccc hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess

Tag: Morning kisses Forhead kiss Established relationship Fluff

Word Count 775

Author’s Note: A lazy morning offer two lovebirds enough time to bask in each other company with ligh chats and soft tocuhes melting their heart with the sheer warmth of their love. 🥰🥰

Side Note: Credit to the third image goes here the others were found on Pinterest-Google and I was unable to find the source, please if any of you know the owner tell me and I will provide to give the artist the credit for the image.

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It was a frizzy autumn morning the first feeble ray of the rising sun peered through the window surpassing the light green curtains billowing softly in the wind, two lovebirds were still nestled in the soft bed placed against the wall of the room as the wind brushed over them they burrowed better in the cocoon made of blankets of nay color.

He hugged her closer to his chest, his touch like a feather as he brushed aside a dark rebel lock covering her cheek he took his time admiring his princess the one and only woman who he has ever loved and who has ever showed anything but the deepest tender love she held only for him, he lost track of time as he stared in awe at her gorgeous features when her eyes fluttered open softly, sleep still clinging to them as she slowly focused her gaze on him, her eyes a bright shade of light green melting with light crinkles of golden he would have stared at all day never getting tired, affection and love dancing in them making them shine like fresh honey on a sunny day, tenderness dripping over her smile as her hands curled on his heart leaping up with mirth at the soft intimate touch of her Queen taking her place on her throne that has always belonged to her alone, she was an irresistible temptation he felt drawn to like a bear to honey, he leaned closer disclosing his lips only to brush an achingly reverent kiss on her forehead

“Good morning my princess.” his voice a soft murmur for her alone to ear

“Good morning my bear.” his fingers bolder as he brushed her dark locks in their proper place, his gaze full of promises as he melted his lips on hers.

She loved kisses of any kind for every time he disclosed a side of him for her alone to discover, precious treasure for them both was every kiss they shared, soft, deep and long, savoured slowly like a spoonful of honey but way more sweeter.

It was a lovely kiss slow and unhurried as they took their time showing off their love to one another not caring about anything else, the world outside fading out, time slowed almost to a stop not bothering to disturb them in the slightest it would have been useless anyway to desire them to rush over, after a while, they desired to last longer, reluctantly they pulled away only to take breath, their gaze locked to one another mirroring nothing but lovestruck affection, bright green melting with chartreuse in a peculiar color that was only theirs, he hugged her closer to his chest leaving a kiss full of devotion on her hair making her smile even brighter, their voices murmuring sweet nothings to each other with light tender caress, the soft sound melting with the birds chirping outside.

His voice low and deep, sweet like honey as he professed his love unable to keep it hidden in his heart any longer

"I love you Julie." her smile brightned her features, warming his whole heart with the scorching heat of her love

"I love you too Luke." it was unbelievable how these words always manage to make his heart melt completely, making him so happy as he never was unable to know what to do with himself, ready to obey her every order, doing evrything and even more just to see that smile reward and precious treasure for his love, he so generously spoiled her with, unable to stay way from showering her with all his love.

They did not rush, nor hurried there was nothing to be anxious for anyway no one chiding him with duties, letting them savour each second of their married life away from the ruckus of the palace, who risked breaking them apart, nestled in a far away village in a cozy cottage hidden amidst the forest, their official duties was to strengthen the border, when needed, and keep an eye on the frontiers with Jade, cultivating in the meanwhile the good relationship between their countries.

Their heart beating in sync, filled with gratitude for that magical story they began to write since their childhood, their friendship nurturing the bud of that tender feeling bloomed to the fullest, a sweet continuation to his messy past, a balm and a reward to them both for sticking close no matter what, strengthening an unbreakable bond forged in blood and written in the stars like in a fairytale whose destiny they choose themselves, the beautiful and passionate tale of the bear and the princess written by their love.

#spring showers spring flowers ccc #ikemen prince #my writing #ikemen prince luke #original character #ikepri luke #ikemen prince julie original character #ikepri

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caseyspronounshop · 4 months

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hihi! can you do pronouns/identities/media for a werewolf? thank you eternally :3

A shop request? In the year of our moon 2024?! Yippee!!!! I actually love this one, I personally use some pronouns in this batch! Me when werewolf :3 (i will be answering your other question soon too dw!) Anyways; unfortunately the main site i used to find the xenogenders for these is down. Though, I do want to mention, there are MANY people who have made genders/flags for specific things all over the internet! Tumblr and Pinterest are the two places I usually find them the most lol. If you just type in a keyword and "xenogender" on pinterest theres TONS of flags on there! And you're ALWAYS free to just make up your own stuff! Nothing has to be found somewhere or known by other's, I've made a few genders for myself because I couldn't find something that described how I thought i felt :D Long intro! But like always, we'll start with the pronouns! Remember that you're free to change up and edit these however you'd like! For example: Ly/Lycan (My pronouns!) This could be used as "Ly/Lycan/Lycanself" or maybe "Ly/Lycan/Lycayns/Lycaons"! Whatever forms you wanna use! Experiment with them! (Tip: Pronouns replace names in sentences, so Neopronouns are also a fun way to find names to go by! Try em out!) And remember; if you have a question on how to use any specific neos, or just questions in general, gimme an ask and I can help! I'd love to answer any question!

Neopronouns: Claw/clawself Fang/fangself Fur/Furself Moon/Light/Moons/Lights/Moonlightself (or this with "full moon" as a base) Howl/Howlself Sil/Silverself Rye/Ryeself Lone/Loneself Bane/Baneself Ly/Lyc/Lycans/Lycanself Wolf/Wolfself Lu/Lunars/Lunarself Bite/Biteself Growl/Growlself Night/Nightself Urban/Urbanself Mor/Morphs/Morphself Canine/canineself Lu/Lupus/Lupuself

Xenogenders: Wolfgender - based around or impacted by wolves and/or werewolves Werewolfgender - A gender related to werewolves and may or may not have a threatening/sinister ambience Weregender - connected to werewolves or other lycanthropes, such as werebears or weretigers. Werewolfcorian - Related to the werewolf aesthetic; it represents the feeling of escaping/adventuring into the wild, the moon, and an eerie atmosphere. Howlgender - connected to howling/ the sound of howling Moongender - Strongly connected to the moon, lunar activity, or the zodiac. (made with masc individuals in mind, but can be used by anyone) Media To Satisfy Your Lycanthropic Needs! Werewolf Aesthetics Wiki (includes fashion, media, and activities) Werewolf Playlist by Panicking Pagan Werewolf/Lycanthropy Playlist by Dazeddreams Running With The Wolves (playlist) by CoiledDragon Image Board

#werewolf #werewolves #wolf kin #gender identity #mogai identity #pronouns #xenogender #neopronouns #caseysidentityshop #otherkin

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Things that I think would happen if Bucky dated an Egyptian!reader

Based on this request from @aesthetic0cherryblossom

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

1. Bucky has always been fascinated with Ancient Egypt

American Egyptomania is what they call the time of renewed interest in the culture of ancient Egypt that happened in America in the late 19th century and early 20th. Like I mentioned in my first Arab reader headcanon list, with Bucky being from Brooklyn it’s likely that he experienced more diversity than most. Also with how social he was, I genuinely believe that he would’ve experienced more than Steve. Anyways his exposure to ancient Egypt would have come from the many museums in New York that were a part of Egyptomania however his knowledge about “modern” Egypt would have stemmed from his interest in the first world war. Egypt had a significant but forgotten role in the war and with his dad dying during basic training, I can see him having a special interest in it and thus learning more about Egypt.

Now, fast forward to 2023 a form of self-care for Bucky would be going to museums and essentially re-learning everything that he spent years reading about as a kid. And we know that he was a reader because he read the Hobbit when it first came out in 1937. It didn’t become mainstream until almost 3 decades later in the 60s so that would lead me to believe that he read literally everything that he could.

Back on track now, these museum trips are a way for him to catch up, as well as feel connected to who he was before.

Since he is tied to D.C. thanks to his government mandated therapy, he goes to the Smithsonian more than any other ones. He loves the Eternal Life in Ancient Egypt exhibit more than anything, and he visits it all of the time.

Once again, this is where you come in. You two didn’t meet at the museum but instead literally ran into each other as he was leaving therapy. He was in a terrible mood and ran straight into you, spilling your coffee all over your white shirt. He felt awful and apologized profusely but you weren’t concerned.

“I don’t even like this shirt anyways,” you told him with a smile that made him swoon.

After that, he’d see you every week after his appointment and he slowly started to look forward to Dr. Raynor. She made a comment about it which he quickly shut her down saying that “maybe our sessions are helping or maybe I just want to get out of here.” She reminded him that she could extend his court mandated appointments if she thought it necessary.

Finally he worked up the courage to ask you out and offered to buy you a new shirt. You accepted and told him that lunch would be a better replacement. He let you pick the place and you took him to Fava Pot, the only good Egyptian restaurant aside from your kitchen.

The two of you talked for hours about everything and nothing at all. Slowly the topic of you being Egyptian came out and it took everything in him to not lose his shit. Before he could stop himself, he told you all about how he’d loved Ancient Egypt growing up and how he’d go to the Smithsonian almost weekly to look at the exhibits. At first you did say a word but then the giggles erupted for you, causing everyone to look at your table. You grabbed his arm and drug him out of the restaurant without a word about why and the poor guy was so confused.

You finally explained that you would give him a real tour and alas your weekly museum dates were born.

2. Your culture is hard for him to grasp at first.

Important note for this hc": there is a very old and heated debate about whether or not Egyptians are Arab. While I’m Arab, I’m not Egyptian and not at all qualified to even touch that debate. With that being said, the cultural differences were specifically requested so my hope is that this section comes across as neutral in regards to that debate. If it doesn’t or i get something wrong, please correct me. Everyone deserves accurate representation.

As I said in my first Arab!reader list, there is a lot of misinformation about the Middle East and North Africa which makes research very difficult. The above debate is a prime example of this. Bucky tries really hard to do as much research as he can on his own so that he can surprise (and impress) you but ultimately has to ask you. He takes it as a personal hit that he can’t do everything in his power to understand you better because you’ve done that for him. However you remind him that he’s an Avenger and literally has biographies written about him.

“Rouhi, no one is expecting you to be a walking encyclopedia. Let me help,” you said in a gentle tone one night when he was getting frustrated with whatever show he was watching.

“That defeats the purpose of me learning about your culture. I should be able to do it on my own,” he threw back from the couch where he’s laying with the cat that he definitely didn’t want on his chest.

“You can do a lot of other things on your own. You’re a big boy, you’re 107! This, however, is difficult for anyone and I’m more than willing to help.”

He glared at you for calling him that and for pointing at his age but his gaze softened when you dropped onto the ground next to him with a plate of food. After that, in addition to your Arabic lessons, the two of you play trivia so he can learn more. It’s really you quizzing him on flashcards and every one he gets right, he gets a kiss. The arrangement works out in both of your favors really.

3. The more serious your relationship gets, the more Egyptian traditions/norms he incorporates into your life.

This starts out with little things like taking his shoes off when he walks in. With time he’ll start adding more things like visiting your family as often as you can as a couple and bringing some sort of gift, usually sweets or the chocolates that your dad loves. During dinner, he’ll make sure to get a second plate and leave a small amount leftover. He’ll change how he compliments you by making an effort to compliment specific things like how your hair looks that day or how he likes when you wear black. He’ll also start showing gratitude when you compliment him by responding to a compliment on the same thing. For example, if you tell him how good he looks that day, he’ll tell you that you look radiant. If you’re Muslim, he’ll add “Allah Yen’im ‘alik” which is how you wish someone Allah’s blessings (from my understanding).

Eventually he acts more Egyptian than you when you’re with your family and your mom will not let you forget it. She’s always telling you that Bucky is such a good man and how he’d be the perfect son in law. Those conversations are usually followed by her asking when you’re going to get married and looking him dead in the eyes to make her point clear; hurry up and propose. Ever the charmer, he’s able to rely on that Brooklyn sweetheart that lives inside of him and move the conversation to something else. Of course, your mom knows what he’s doing but she’ll allow it because she can feel the proposal in her bones (and it never hurts to have that brilliant smile directed at you.)

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #egyptian #Egyptian reader #Bucky x Egyptian reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

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