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readyforthegarden · 1 year

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Eternal - Part One

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. This chapter itself contains mentions of sex, possessive behavior, and strange dreams.

AN: A huge shoutout to @lunaindigoraven for being the best and workshopping this with me for MONTHS and encouraging me to keep going on it! I couldn't do it without you bestie!!! Thank you guys so much for being patient as I worked through a bunch of crap in my life and finally got this little story together for yall! I'm so excited to share this work with you! I don't have a schedule for this fic like I've had before, but hopefully it will be weekly!

WC: 2303

“We’re just moving in opposite directions.” the words echoed in your head. “It’s nothing you’ve done, but I just don’t think we’re a good fit any more.” those are the words your fiancé had said to you a month ago, when you came home to find him in the process of moving his things from your apartment. What had started as a trip home in the middle of the day to surprise your work-from-home fiancé with some ‘afternoon delight’ turned into a night of heartbreak.

You let yourself wallow longer than you cared to admit. You had moved to a new city, and met Drew shortly after, and the whirlwind romance blossomed. Dinners and drinks and dancing turned into moving in with one another, settling down and starting a domestic life, cooking meals and folding laundry together. You were building a life with him after the past three years, and suddenly, everything you had built was pulled out from under you. It wasn’t until your work friend, Willa, took pity on you and invited you out with a small group of her girlfriends for a night out.

That’s how you ended up here. You’d been coming almost nightly to this club, to drink, dance and maybe go home with a stranger. It felt good to forget for a little while, how your life had crashed down around you. The other dancers around you didn’t care what you were going through, the drinks were okay, and the occasional partner you went home with satisfied your need for touch.

As you moved to the music, you began to feel like you were being watched. Shaking your hair from your face you glanced around the club, trying to spy anyone looking in your direction. As you scanned, you locked eyes with a man in a vintage looking tailored suit, lounging back in a chair in one of the V.I.P. areas off to the side of the dance floor, up a level and separated by thick velvet ropes. He seemed at ease as he watched you dance, like he was watching a performance meant for him. He ran a hand through his curls as he watched, giving you a small smirk. You gave him a quick up and down as you turned away.

He’d been there every night this week as well, sitting in that damn chair while his friends partied around him. You’d met eyes with him a few times since you’d started coming to the night club, the two of you always sending seemingly flirty looks to one another, but nothing ever coming from it.

You moved yourself into the crowd further, trying to shake the feeling of his eyes on you and lose yourself in the loud music again. If he wasn’t going to make a move, you weren’t going to be bothered by his attentions. Swaying your hips and rolling your shoulders back you let the music and alcohol take over again. Making eye contact with Willa, you both started dancing together. Her hand laced with yours and the two of you moved your bodies together for a while before a hand rested on your waist.

Letting go of Willa and turning, you came eye to eye with the man from the VIP section, looking down at you. His hand moved to the small of your back but the pressure was light, like he wanted you to make the move closer instead of him pulling you in. Instead, you turned back around as a new, slightly slower song started playing. His hands rested on your hips now as you continued your dancing, drawing out the figure-eights you were doing with your hips and subtly pushing back against him. The man matched your movements and you felt the grip on your hips become more firm, yet he still let you lead and let you be the one to choose to move your body closer.

It wasn’t so bad, dancing with this stranger. In fact, the way his one hand now wound around your front, resting on your stomach to hold you in place against him felt nice. You felt his breath on your neck and reached behind you, resting your hand on the back of his neck. The two of you danced through the next few songs, not caring about the tempo or if you were off beat, it felt like you were in your own world, being jostled around by other dancers around you. After a while, the man turned you around, asking if you wanted a drink. You nodded, suddenly realizing how parched you were. He took your hand, leading you through the crowd and to the bar.

You settled at the bar, on the stool next to this man that you'd been dancing with. As you waited for the bartenders attention, you caught the eye of a tall blonde man down to your left. If this guy didn’t work out, maybe a tall blonde could meet your needs tonight. You bit your bottom lip and gave him a smile as he looked you over. You straightened your posture, making sure your chest was pushed forward as you shoulders rolled back and you watched the man's eyes dart down to the low neckline of your dress.

You didn’t notice how the jaw of the man next to you clenched at the exchange of looks you were currently in with this stranger, and his arm crossed your lap, hand grabbing your left thigh, letting his fingertips dig into the flesh of your exposed thigh and dragged your seat next to his until you’re flush against him.

“There’ll be none of that tonight, love.” you turned towards him, scoffing at his nonchalant yet demanding tone. You didn’t want to let on that the small spark of jealously and the pet name from him made your stomach flip with excitement.

“And why not? I’m a free woman.” the man's golden brown eyes stared down at you, glinting in the neon lights at the clubs bar. You felt your heart start to pound in your chest. The way he looked at you, there was a hunger in his eyes, yet he was reserved, like he was going to wait for you to offer yourself on a platter to him, like he knew you would. It made you feel like you were on fire, and you were sure your cheeks were tinged with red.

“Woman, yes. Free? Not any longer.” His fingers flexed and dug into your thigh. "You're mine." you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to fight the smirk that wanted cross your face. All the nights of looks across the dance floor and he was finally breaking.

"And what if I don't want to be yours? Tonight or ever." you shot back with a raise of your eyebrows, challenging him and leaning in. He smirked confidently down at you, and let his fingers trace up to the hemline of your skirt, creeping under and grazing the skin of your inner thigh. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your cheek before moving to your ear, his voice low and slow.

"Your body language tonight seems to say otherwise." he murmured. “Tell me, have any of the men you’ve left with recently even satisfied you?” you took a quiet, deep breath in as you tried to keep your composure. The way this man looked at you, especially so closely, was making you feel like melting into the stool beneath you, and his hand on your leg wasn’t helping.

“And why would that be your business?” you squinted at him, trying to remain coy. The man licked his lower lip slowly as he smirked down at you.

“It’s not, but I don’t think you’d be coming here every night for a week if they were.”

“And you think you can do the job?”

“Oh, I know I can.” you pursed your lips, looking away from him and ran your tongue over your teeth to give yourself a few moments to think of a good comeback. “But you’ll have to wait a little longer for that.” you eyed him, sizing him up. His lips were curled into a smarmy smile that somehow charmed you, and you found yourself disappointed he was getting up from the barstool next to you. He finished off his drink and nodded to the bartender. “Your tab is taken care of, thank you for the dance, love.” he took your hand before you knew it, pressing his soft lips to the back of it, a small tingle being left in it’s wake when he pulled away, giving you a small smoldering look as he left you.

It was like you blinked and he was gone, disappearing into the crowd, presumably to make his way back to the VIP section. You turned back towards the bar, tossing back the fruity drink special and moving to get up. The blonde man from across the bar was making his way over now, and you raised a hand up in his direction, shaking your head and walking away, moving to the front of the club to get your coat from the coat check.

While you waited for coat check, you sent a quick text to Willa, letting her know you were leaving and you’d see her at work the next day, before shoving the phone back into your bag, and slipping on your coat. You were able to get a cab outside fairly quickly and tucked yourself into the backseat after giving the driver your address, watching out the window as the lights of the city passed. You hadn’t realized you’d been running your fingers over the spot on the back of your hand where the man had kissed until you had to stop, and open the cab door. Your thoughts had only been of the man; his confidence in your attraction to him, his entire aura was dizzying and consuming.

Crawling into your bed, a sigh left your lips while the blankets settled around you. A momentary break in the quiet peace when your cat, Jameson, jumped up onto your bed, curling up near your pillow. The Siamese cat purred loudly as he fell asleep, contented that you were home. Closing your eyes, you focused on the soft noise from the animal, letting it lull you to your own sleep, thinking only of the dark, sparkling brown eyes that had made your heart feel like it was on fire.

Wind swirled around you, whipping your hair across your face as you tried to take in your surroundings. Once you were able to clear your vision, your eyes only saw darkness. Putting out a hand to feel your way around, your palm came into contact with something rough after only a few steps. Running your fingers over the object, it felt wooden, scratchy, and jagged, and you soon realized it was a tree trunk.

As if a switched were flicked, a bright, shining light burst from the leaves above, showcasing the vibrant green of them, the rich browns of the branches and trunk itself. Under your hand, you felt a beat, and placing your other palm flat against the large trunk, you let out an astonished gasp as the tree pulsed, as if it were a beating heart. Your mind was racing, thinking about how amazing of a discovery this could be, and how beautiful the tree was, gazing up through the leaves. The joy in your heart was immeasurable, and you wanted to wrap your arms around the trunk as far as you could and cling to it.

Basking in the glow, you almost didn’t notice the shadows at the edge of the light. Flickering and moving like smoke, twisting in angry swirls as they tried to enter into the light, only to be forced out. A pit formed in your stomach as you watched them, whatever they were, try to fight their way against whatever invisible force was keeping them out. You backed yourself against the tree trunk, knowing your body was too small to really protect it if they should break through. The wind picked up again, the branches creaking and swaying , and your eyes widened as you noticed them moving, coming down around you, as if the tree was instead protecting you. As you felt yourself become cocooned in the limbs, you saw one of the shadows strike against the edge of the light, over and over again until a crack sounded, and suddenly darkness flooded through. A silent scream ripped from your throat, your eyes squeezing shut as the black mass shot towards you, sounding like a train barreling down the tracks.

Then suddenly, you were sitting up in your bed, your eyes focusing in the darkness of your bedroom, cold shivers running through your body. Your shirt was stuck to your skin from sweat, and you tossed the blankets off, pulling the material off your body and going to the closet for a new, dry shirt. After getting yourself some water in the kitchen, you went back to your bedroom, rubbing your face tiredly and setting the glass down on the nightstand. A glimmer in the moonlight caught your eye as you lifted your hand away from the glass, and you furrowed your brow, picking up the delicate gold chain. A sheer, white stone pendant hung from it in the shape of teardrop. It was small, and you couldn’t remember where you’d gotten it. You didn’t even remember seeing it before. And yet you unclasped the hook and eye, putting it around your neck and letting the pendant rest just above your chest as you climbed back into bed, turning over and grabbing Jameson from his perch by your head and pulling him into your body, falling back asleep.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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forever and a day | 53. accident.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Bucky]

The sound of the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night rouses me from my usual restless slumber. Grunting as I twist from my side to my back on my mattress, I stare at the ceiling as my mind takes several moments to adjust to being awake again. Who the hell could that be? I think to myself, my heart beginning to pound lightly in my chest as anxiety builds in my throat. I don't know who would come knocking at an hour like this, but given my past, I'm heavily inclined to be skeptical.

Forcing myself up to a sitting position, I glance over at the red numbers of my alarm clock glowing faintly in the dark. 2:49am. What on earth?

Dragging myself out of bed, I switch on my bedside lamp, fumbling around on the ground to find an overshirt and throwing it on over my pajamas before walking slowly out of the room. I make my way up to the front of the apartment slowly, putting on as few lights as possible for myself in an attempt to minimize the amount that can be detected from outside. By the time I reach the front door, my whole body is shaking. Cursing the fact that I have no peephole or window to see out easily, I clear my throat, asking firmly through the thick wood, "Who's there?"

Almost too quiet to detect, a muffled voice responds, "Bucky? I-it's Willa. C-can I-... c-can you-... sorry, sorry for b-bothering you." Realizing who it is, my entire body relaxes as I let out a sigh of relief. I immediately undo the locks and open up the door to find the poor thing shivering out in nothing but her light blue teddy bear pajama shirt and undies, carrying a mess of bedsheets at her feet. Her cheeks are bright red and stained with tears, her big green eyes glancing up shamefully towards me.

"Willa- hi," I murmur, a bit stumped by her appearance. "Hi sweetheart, are you alright? What're you doing up so late, hmm?" I ask, ushering her in the door. Closing it behind her and kneeling down to her level, I look over her once more. Noticing that her underwear are soaked through, with her matching pajama pants balled up along with the mess of sheets, the dots start connecting in my head; she probably had an accident in her sleep. I still don't know, though, how or why she ended up at my door.

"'m sorry. D-did I wake you up? 'm so sorry," she mumbles, her head hanging lamely as she sniffles.

"It's okay, bunny. Don't worry about it," I tell her gently, unsure of what to do or say. "Are you okay, sweetie? What're you doing here? Does Steve know where you are?" At the man's name, the girl flinches slightly, shaking her head.

"'m sorry. Tried t-to do it by m'self but c-couldn't reach," she rambles as a few more tears make their way down her flushed cheeks. "Please don't tell D-Daddy. He'll be s-so mad."

"What do you mean, doll? Couldn't reach what?" I ask, leaning my face in a bit closer and raising my brow sympathetically at her.

Keeping her gaze on the floor, she whimpers, "Th-the machine, to wash m-my sheets. W-wet them... while I was s-sleeping. H-had a nigh'mare. Don't beat me, please. Please don't." More tears drip down her nose and onto the floor as she quivers, my heart breaking at her pleas.

"No sweetie, I won't beat you. You're alright, doll," I soothe warmly, reaching out to rub her back lightly. Jumping, she sniffles as she eyes my arm warily, clearly not trusting my gentle touch. "It's okay to have accidents, Willa. No one's gonna hurt you for it; I certainly won't. You need help cleaning up your sheets?" I ask. She nods defeatedly. "Okay. We can wash them in my machine, okay? Your pajama pants, too, and your undies. And we can get you cleaned up too, kiddo. How does that sound?" I offer.

"Y-yes please," she agrees quietly. Giving her a smile, I carefully take the contents of her hands from her.

"Alright missy, follow me," I tell her as I rise to my feet, walking back through the apartment to the washer and dryer, which are tucked in a closet by the bathroom. Willa trails behind me silently with her head still lowered, a stray tear still making its way down her face every once and a while.

Opening up the folding closet doors, I load what the child gave me into the top machine before crouching down again at her height, asking softly, "Could I get you a big t-shirt to wear while we wash your clothes? That way you can still keep covered up," I offer, not wanting to ask her to give up the underwear until she has something else to cover herself with. Receiving a nod, I stand again, going into one of the baskets of clean clothes I've yet to put away from my last cycle that sits in the closet beside the stacked machines.

"Here, how about this," I try, pulling out an old maroon shirt that seems like it'll fit her somewhat like a dress. She nods as I hand it to her, suggesting, "How about I cover my eyes and turn around while you get changed. Is that okay?" I ask carefully, not wanting to cross the little girl's boundaries. She nods warily as I give her a comforting smile, covering my eyes as promised with both of my hands and turning around.

I can hear quite shuffling as the child gets changed. After a few moments, she tells me, "'m done."

"Okay bug," I hum as I turn back around and uncover my eyes, taking her soiled clothes off the ground and loading them with the rest in the machine. Measuring out some detergent and popping it in the washer as well, I hit the button to start the cycle, the cheery chimes of the machine sounding as the water begins whirring inside. Turning back to the little girl, I crouch down again to her height, my heart aching as she winces slightly. "If you want, you can use my bathtub to get cleaned up. I don't have baby wipes, but I can give you a washcloth and some soap and you can use the tub's faucet. Does that sound alright?" She nods silently as her wide eyes gaze into mine, seeming relieved that she'll be allowed to do it on her own.

"Alright bunny, this way," I tell her as I rise back up to a standing position, guiding her over and into the bathroom. Switching the light on, I make my way over to the tub and get the water running, making sure it's a comfortable temperature for her before stepping back over to the cabinet under the sink and pulling her out a clean washcloth. Willa stands sheepishly in the doorway, watching my every move as I prepare the things for her, grabbing a big fluffy towel and setting it down right outside the tub. "Here's the soap I have; it's some really nice hand-made stuff I got at the market," I tell her as I place the bar down on the edge of the tub along with the cloth. "Okay sweetheart, how about I go back out into the living room and let you get cleaned up, and you can come join me when you're done," I propose.

"N-no beating?" she mumbles quietly, still frightened that she might be punished for her mistake.

"No babydoll, no beating," I promise her. "You did a good job, coming and asking for help," I add, remembering something Steve had told me about her therapy and exposure work. While it would've made a lot more sense for her to seek out Steve instead of me, the fact that she asked anyone at all is progress. "Willa, can I ask you a question?" I ask slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her or make her fears escalate. Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. "Honey, why didn't-... why didn't you ask Steve?" I question softly. "If you're worried that I might beat you, too, then... what difference did it make?"

Her gaze falls to the floor as she trembles in the doorway, swallowing hard before revealing her answer. "D-don't... don't want Daddy to beat m-me," she whispers. "P-pounded that guy's face in... h-he could hurt me really b-bad." My heart breaks at her revelations, but they make sense, so I nod. She does have a point. While I was mutilated to be a super soldier like Steve, it's no secret that he's the stronger of the two of us. If Willa's train of thought was that either way she would be beaten, and she was just trying to avoid as much damage as possible, her choice makes sense.

"Little dove," I breathe sadly, not even sure where to begin. "Sweetie, Steve would never hurt you; he'd never beat you. He loves you so much, so, so much, and he'd never do something like that," I tell her, but I know that her worries are deeply engraved in her brain, and that it'll take a lot more time and experience than just simple words to put them at ease. "Everyone has accidents, honey. Everyone does when they're little, especially when they've gone through as many scary things as you have," I reason. "Steve knows that; he would never be angry with you for it. He'd do the same thing I'm doing, help you clean up and wash the sheets. That's all," I coo, wishing I could prove it to her. "Bunny, you're always welcome to come to me for help. I'll always do my best to help you. But Steve wants to help you too, Willa. That's what he's there for; that's what Daddy's are for."

Willa sniffles and I sigh, deciding that at this point it's probably wisest to just let the poor thing get clean before pursuing any further discussion on the matter. "Here, I'll let you wash up," I tell her as I step past her out into the hallway, closing the door over behind me before heading back out into the living room.

As I continue to listen to the water run faintly from the bathroom, I pull my phone out from my pocket, unlocking it and pulling up Steve's contact. As much as I hate going against Willa's wishes, I think the smartest thing to do would be to have him come down here and address the situation as soon as possible. Besides, I don't want him to wake up and find her missing; that would scare the shit out of him. Letting out a deep sigh, I hit his number, a call popping up and ringing only a few times before there's an answer.

"Buck?" Steve's sleepy voice calls.

"Hey pal," I greet lowly, taking a seat on the couch. "You're probably gonna wanna throw on some shoes and come down here."

[Steve]

"She what?" I exclaim as I throw on a sweatshirt, making my way quickly through the apartment to the front door to slip on my shoes.

"Yeah, she showed up in nothing but her pajama shirt and underwear, carrying all her sheets at her feet. Said she had a bad dream," he explains.

"Oh god," I breathe, brushing my hair back anxiously as I make my way out the front door, being sure to lock it behind me. "I'm so sorry, Buck. I had no idea she would do something like this. I should've guessed something might-"

"No, no, it's okay, Steve," he tells me quickly. "Really, it's no trouble. I'm glad she felt safe enough to come to me about it. It's good that she came to someone, anyone."

"You said she was begging not to be beaten?" I repeat what he had said, making my way across the porch to the stairs.

"Yeah. She's still pretty worried that she's going to be punished for stuff like this. I told her that neither of us would ever do that, of course, but it's just gonna take time," he replies.

"Yeah- we're working on it with her therapist, but I think you're right," I agree as I make my way down to Bucky's apartment. "I'm outside," I let him know.

The front door to the home opens up before me, and I switch my phone off, shoving it in my pocket as my friend lets me in. Closing the door behind me, he offers me a sad smile. "Hey, punk," he mutters, patting me lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, thanks again for everything," I say sincerely, still feeling incredibly guilty for all the trouble he's gone through for the little girl.

"No problem, pal," he waves it off as I step into the apartment, hearing water running back from what I'm guessing is the bathroom. "She's getting herself cleaned off right now. I have her sheets and clothes in the washer, and she's got a big t-shirt of mine to wear in the meantime."

"Okay. Thanks Buck," I thank him again. "Does she know you called me?"

"Uhh... no," he admits, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "She begged me not to tell you, but I figured it would be better for you to come and get the situation addressed." I nod, thankful for his decision. Hearing the water shutting off, Buck looks behind him before turning back to me, suggesting, "Maybe we should meet her at the bathroom, so she doesn't try to run back through the house or anything."

"Sounds good to me," I agree, doing my best to mentally prepare myself for whatever kind of reaction the little girl might have to my arrival.

"I'm gonna let her know you're here, and then I'll let you take over," he decides as he leads me back to the closed bathroom door. The light from inside peeks out from under the wood as faint shuffling can be heard from the other side. "I don't wanna overwhelm her with both of us in a small space like that, so I'll just let you handle it," he tells me, earning a nod.

Turning and knocking gently against the door, Bucky calls, "Hey Willa? You doin' okay in there?"

"A-a'most done," she calls back, the shakiness of her voice causing my heart to break. The whole situation in general is incredibly saddening. While I think Bucky is right in that it's an improvement for her to have sought out any help at all, it still makes me feel unbelievably guilty that she's so scared of me, apparently even more scared than she is of Buck. "O-okay," she says.

"Alright," Bucky says opening up the door slightly. From where I'm standing, I can't quite be seen yet by the child. "Sweetheart, while you were getting cleaned up, I had to call Steve and let him know what was going on," he tells her slowly. Though I can't see her, I can just picture her beginning to dissolve into a mess of anxiety. Soft whimpers can be heard from inside the room, making my heart tighten in my chest. "Shhh bunny. it's okay. He's not angry, not at all. He's just happy you're here and safe," he murmurs soothingly, stepping aside and motioning for me to join him.

Taking a deep breath, I shift over into the doorway; the sight before me breaks my heart. Willa stands trembling on the bath mat in one of Bucky's old t-shirts, her eyes overflowing with tears as a look of pure terror and betrayal makes its way onto her face. She flinches back at the sight of me, bumping up against the wall behind her and letting out a frightened sound as she realizes she's trapped. "I'll let you two have some time alone," Bucky sighs as he steps away, heading back into one of the rooms at the back of the apartment and closing the door.

"Willa-bug," I coo, keeping my voice as soft and low as possible. The poor child's knees begin to wobble underneath her as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling in fear. Stepping a bit inside the bathroom, I bend my knees in hopes of coming off as unintimidating as I can, though my efforts seem to do little in helping the girl relax. "Hey sweetheart- it's okay, Willa. You're not in trouble. I'm not here to hurt you," I tell her softly.

The little girl's chest rises and falls erratically as tears continue pouring down her cheeks, a soft whimper rising in her throat before she opens her mouth, barely able to make any sound at all. "P-... p-p-..." she tries, her eyes widening in fear as she struggles to speak. "P-please," she finally manages, adding, "'m sorry, 'm so s-sorry. Didn't m-mean to. D-don't beat me, please don't beat me."

"Willa, Willa, shhh," I soothe, inching myself a tiny bit closer to her as she shakes feverishly against the wall. "Shhh, sweetheart- I'm not gonna beat you, doll. No beating," I tell her reassuringly as I bend down onto my knees before her, causing her to jump again. "I know you didn't mean to, sweetie. I know. It's okay, doll. You're not in trouble. Bucky said you had a nightmare?"

She nods, swallowing down her sobs as I soften my expression for her, murmuring, "Oh honey, that's alright. You couldn't help it that you had a scary dream." The look in her eyes tells me that she's skeptical of my words, but I continue, "It's okay, accidents happen. You're still little, sweetie. No one's mad at you. And you did a good job, you asked someone for help. That was really brave of you, darlin'. I'm so proud of you."

Willa's eyes widen at my words, and she asks, "P-p'oud of me?"

Despite her confusion, I just nod, explaining, "Yeah baby, you were really scared, but you came to Bucky for help anyway. You didn't do it all by yourself. That was good, Willa. You did such a good job." The child blinks, still appearing perplexed at my words. "Next time, it would be good if you could come to me," I add. "I know you were scared that you were going to be beaten, and that you would rather be hurt by Bucky than me. But no one's gonna beat you here, Willa. Never. I'll never hurt you or punish you, no matter what you do."

Willa's eyes gaze warily into mine and I open up my arms for her, earning a soft flinch. "Here sweetheart, you want a hug?" I offer, wanting nothing more than to wrap her up safely in my embrace. A pitiful look of longing forms on her face as she takes in my position, letting out a quiet whine of want. "It's okay doll, Daddy won't hurt you. Just wanna hold you."

And to my surprise, despite all the fear lingering in her big green eyes, Willa slowly steps forward, her face tucking itself away into my chest as I wrap her up softly and lift her off the floor. Carefully, I rise to a standing position, holding her safely against me as her tears begin to soak through my sweatshirt. "Hey- shhh," I soothe, rubbing her back tenderly as I sway her gently from side to side. "You're okay, Willa-bug. I've got you, it's okay."

"N-no beating, please no beating," she begs quietly.

"No beating," I repeat back to her, "no beating, baby. Just soft. Just safe." For several minutes, the little girl continues to cry silently into the damp fabric of my sweatshirt as I keep rocking her, offering quiet shushes every now and then in hopes of soothing her fears. Eventually, her breaths start to even out, and it occurs to me that she must be exhausted after all the night's events.

"You tired, sweetheart?" I ask, stroking down her hair gently as she shifts weakly against me, her head completely limp on my chest. She nods silently and I stroke her hair again, telling her, "That's okay, honey. It's pretty late, and you've had quite the night. I'm gonna thank Buck again and let him know we'll come get the sheets in the morning, but you can close your eyes if you want to, okay? I'll hold onto you," I soothe.

"H-have to sleep in th-the cold?" she whimpers, catching me slightly off guard.

"In the cold? What do you mean, baby?" I ask as I head out of the bathroom, shutting off the light behind me.

"N-no sheets, n-no blankies," she pouts.

"Oh," I say with a slight chuckle, now understanding. "No baby, of course not. You can sleep with me in my bed. How does that sound?"

"Daddy's bed," she hums lovingly, her thumb having made its way up into her little mouth. "Big. Lots'a blankies"

"That's right," I agree, "big bed, soo many blankies, baby. Plenty of room for both of us. And that way, if you have another scary dream, Daddy'll be right there to make it all better," I add.

"All better," she mumbles sleepily into her thumb, her eyelids fluttering as they fall shut.

"All better, sweetheart," I coo, rubbing her back lovingly as she falls asleep right in my arms.

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inkydavinkygal · 2 months

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Living up to Your Past Life

1/6 completed of the Lost Past Lives AU artwork I'm creating.

More information about the two of them will be posted later, but in short: the two unknown kids (aside from Whyatt) are his past lives, constantly being reborn to maintain the balance and solve problems all throughout the Fairytale Lands. Many have achieved historically amazing accomplishments, but they're never perfect as they sometimes neglect certain aspects in their prime (kind of like how fairytales seem sweet and childlike, but they're usually sugarcoated from their dark roots) leaving their unkempt mess to be fixed by their successors, which in turn causes the cycle to repeat again and again.

Yankee (the boy with the feather in his hat): After the Battle of the Books, Yankee, being a creative soul, sought out to combat the issues left unfixed by his former past lives, Asiya and Navy. He helped rebuild nations and combating various political issues and conferences to help divide and equalize many nations; but because Yankee spent so much of his time dealing with the aftermath of the Battle of the Books, he neglected the environmental consequences/effects to the Written World and focused on rebuilding what was left of the great world built on top of the environment.

Willa (the girl with the yellow dress and glasses): Willa was fascinated by the weather and, in turn, had to deal with the horrific effects the war had on the world and the environment. Throughout her prime, she combated various environmental issues, leading a strong-held environmental movement, regulate pollution, created various programs and laws to protect the environment, and lead to Storybrook Village and various other towns to be extremely eco-friendly and resourceful. Her reign was known to be the most peaceful and lively. However, when a younger apprentice showed up, claiming to be the next leader in line and with rather new, technological powers, Willa was a bit inexperienced and skeptical about the new surge in this power outside their world. (as this was the age, 1980s, where computer technology and all sorts of advances in the technology field began to rise). Because of Willa's reluctant attitude about expanding in New types of technology and how it impacted the environment and lacking understanding her apprentice's new powers, it caused both Willa and [REDACTED] to develop an unstable partnership, leading to her early demise and [REDACTED] becoming oversurged and damaging the name of the Super Readers for nearly twenty years. Her next life, Whyatt, was left with the battle between old text and new tech.

#super why #pbs kids #littlest pig #whyatt #princess pea #red riding hood #digital art #super why au #willa mcdonald #past lives

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esther-dot · 7 months

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i know you didn't answer the previous ask talking about fanfic in particular but sansa shipping fic is a sight to behold due to how much options it offers and given how fanfic is an expression of shipping, i NEED to share my two cents of how vastly different sansa fanfic can be.

depending on her love interest, it tells vastly different stories.

LF? (hopefully) a dark, twisted romance, probably kinky with daddy issues. (hopefully) features dark!sansa.

the hound? probably very soft, beauty & the beast style, a lady & her knight type of story.

tyrells? pure romantic fluff, sansa as a great lady, some good rep, either sapphic or with willas' disability. usually it's an arranged marriage but sansa doesn't start the story outright hating highgarden (usually considering it a refuge after escaping KL). instead, her romantic dreams of knights and summer come true and her new family takes her in with loving arms.

oberyn? also a lot of fluff but make it poly and lots of good food and fun. / doran's kids: less poly but with the same love put into the worldbuilding of dorne.

lannisters? really brings out sansa as a political player. if it's tywin, it's probably kinky (and by kinky, i mean possession and breeding) and cersei dies. if it's jamie, it's not that kinky but cersei still dies. it's always an arranged marriage sansa is forced into but eventually she falls for the lannister in question and fixes his issues (and his family) while leaning into her political side and ousting cersei from her position at court. really, you need a fic where cersei dies? sansa x lannister.

theon is in a prime shipping position after they escaped winterfell together on the show (and that hug. i don't even like theon and i loved that hug in s8. sansa got all the best hugs on the show) and jeyne fills all the childhood friends to lovers tropes plus some sapphic rep. no arranged marriages here, just people finding each other again after years of separation and suffering.

jon is kind of all of the above, depending on interpretation and what kind of vibes are wanted with the advantage of being stark-based and lots and lots of ghost being a good boy who sticks to sansa's shadow. she at least ends up as the ruling lady of winterfell in a prospering north. rickon lives, arya comes and goes as she pleases, brienne is in her queen's guard.

all of these don't even consider the potential of au's that deviate from the books more than a butterfly effect and a few (or many) slightly (or heavily, looking at you tywin) adjusted characters. (btw, in modern au's sansa also offers the potential trope of TWO crazy ex-boyfriends who abused her to some extent and who can cause further conflict.)

depending on what kind of tropes you love, there's a sansa ship for you out there because there's just so much possibility in her character and depending on where you diverge from her story (and which house you favour, tbh), all of them are kind of possible if you squint and that's where she's very different from characters whose paths are already set in stone. unless we go into au's that deviate before the books start, jon is always going to be at the wall. dany is always going to start out in essos and doesn't interact with other romantic leads until she's the conqueror (or saviour). robb is always going to be the heir of winterfell and has to return to winterfell even if he survives. sansa meanwhile crosses paths with most of the major factions during her time in KL and is in search for a home & family and can embody both the daughter that's going to leave her father's home and make a home elsewhere AND the eldest surviving child that can find her home AT home with whomever she chooses (sometimes reconquering wf for rickon with the help of her adopted family)

having her face so many suitors obviously puts the idea in the reader's head that sansa is worth pursuing and that there are possibilities to deviate from the story (which makes a lot of these matches possible, the easy in with the lannisters and the tyrells is always an arranged marriage (oberyn shipping kind of involves a lot more voluntarily getting kidnapped before the match is made)) but the potential each match brings is really up to the writer.

as someone who tries not to judge what other people like in fanfic, i have to admit that sansa is a gift that keeps on giving.

(and if you want to know how i know, it's because i'm the embodiment of the guy that finds a "dead dove don't eat" bag in the fridge and opens it anyway. i'm just really happy i haven't seen any sansa x qyburn yet.)

(About this ask)

That was a really fun read! It’s a great point about Sansa’s story in particular placing her in vicinity of many of these important characters in a way others don’t (like Jon or Dany), so I can def see why, when looking to write a romance with a certain character, she’s the go to heroine of the story.

I also think a big factor is that Sansa is someone a lot of girls can identify with and you can manifest her personality, interests, struggles into different scenarios pretty easily, so generally, I understand why of all the characters in ASOIAF, if someone wants to write a romance, it would center on her.

If you have stumbled across some hidden gems feel free to send me fic recs!

#dot chat

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kangaracha · 2 years

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ZOMBIES MASTERLIST it's been two years since i did one of these holy heck. (it's also been two months since i was requested to make this list but we're not gonna talk about that)

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new dawn, new day zed wants to go to human school. eliza doesn’t. (canon compliant, pre-movie) read here

if only we knew (the things we know) the wolves are dying. the great alpha is a myth. wyatt doesn’t know where to turn. (pre-z2, canon compliant) read here

and the chasm grows the moonstone is lost in the powerplant explosion. the wolves face their fates. (post-z2, au, sequel to if only we knew) read here

i can't feel the waves anymore a companion piece to and the chasm grows. (willa-centric, post-z2 au) read here

blood // stone a zeddison twist on the powerplant explosion. (human au) read here

to what your heart once was willa is marked by a dark prophecy at birth, prompting fear and distrust in the pack. she takes her fate into her own hands. (soulmark au) read here

i-d-e-n-t-i-t-y zombie containment, and what comes after. (canon compliant, coda to z1) read here

(when the sun comes up) in the name of love wyatt tries to pretend to be human enough for seabrook. a body is found in the forest. (wyaddison au, mostly canon compliant) read here

bury you back underground as anti-monster laws tighten and his future shrinks, zed necrodopolis turns to a life of petty crime. (zeddison, mostly canon compliant) read here

two lonely hearts meet in the dark in every timeline, they end. addison searches for a beginning. (zeddison, some wyaddison, time warp au) read here

the king walks the tower crown prince of the kingdom, wyatt survives an attack on his family and vows to avenge them. (wyaddison, royalty au) read here

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the river near the valley Tentative peace has lasted as long as Princess Addison has been alive, hanging by a thread. When a new enemy marches to the north, it falls to Addison to convince the King of Strigoi to join forces with her people in the coming war. (wyaddison, some zeddison, royalty/medieval au) read here

all the things left unsaid wyatt and willa are caught by hunters. this is the fight, the fall, and the road back to home. (au) read here

river cold, mountain wild after three years living as a werewolf in the human world, addison returns to seabrook and the wolf pack for a summer and finds herself caught at a crossroads. (great alpha!addison au, mostly canon compliant) read here

PRETTY against her better judgement, addison falls into her rougish co-worker's bed and a whole mess of a relationship she never wanted. (zeddison, human au) read here

my hand in yours after years apart, a high school crush of eliza's reappears in town. (wyliza, post-z3, mostly canon compliant) read here

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like stars in the sky tumblr prompt fill collection read here

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aspiengale · 11 months

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It's only an au, I am just writing, I just wanted to include my idea somewhere

Sorry for mistakes, english is not my first language

"What's your name, lover?" - Finral x Vanessa short

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It's before time Vanessa got locked on a cage trying to discover Magic that can control destiny.

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Vanessa always wanted to get out of Witch Forest. She was kinda bored of making new dolls with her magic, she wanted to try something new. But she didn't wanted to do anything connected to magic.

Witch Queen told her that she's not allowed to leave the forest, her home. But the only thing Vanessa wanted at that time was to just get out of there.

"Hey, did you heard about that market in Clover Kingdom?" Vanessa heard it one time. "Wanna check it out?"

Vanessa made her decision at that time. She was going out with those witches. No mather how hard it was. She just got to try it. And beacuse of that decision she created something different from dolls. She got a new idea.

A costume. Magic costume that could completly hide her and get her out of this place. Even if only for a day, for a few minutes. She just wanted to get out.

In his early childhood Finral was really shy. His parents was always shouting at him for his pathetic magic so he just decided to stop talking. If everything he said was wrong, why does he have to talk at all? Maybe it's the best to remain silent.

No one cared about what he liked and didn't liked, at some point even he didn't cared about it. But there was one thing that boy started to like and didn't wanted to let it go. The thing he enjoyed.

He started to keep a herbal. At first he keepp there leafs, pieces of grass, but then started to put there some flowers. He thought that even after so much days in his herbal every plant was still beatiful. Maybe not from outside but from inside.

That day Finral was walking around the city carring his herbal with himself, looking for new things to put in it. He was very excited to put new things in there.

"Hey, kiddo" He heared while looking at one flower in front of flower shop.

Finral looked up to see a nice looking man with dark hair and blue eyes dressed in green apron. He was smiling. Finral didn't remembered last person who smiled at him.

"You like these flowers?" Man asked poiting at pink rose the boy was looking at.

Young Vaude only nooded. He really liked pink rose, how it looked.

"You're not much of a talker, are you, kiddo?" Man asked with laugh. "How about this, I'll give you one flower for free. What do you think?"

Finral wanted to respond so bad. But again, he only nooded. Man smilled again and then picked one of the flower and gave it to a boy. But Finral didn't pick it, he only opened herbal on new, blank page.

"A herbal?" Man asked "I thought you want to give this flower to some girl..."

Boy blushed and hid behind herbal. Then, he shaked his head. Man sighed.

"Maybe it's a good idea" he said "You can put the flower in herbal. It'll be still pretty, even if years willa pass and only you will see it beauty"

Boy nooded quickly with happiness. Man entered a flower shop for a while and came back with tape and a pair od scissors. He helped boy to put a flower in a herbal.

Finral thanked him quickly with a smile and then walked away. He was so happy that another flower joined his collection.

He didn't come far and heared someone crying. That was a girl. Finral looked around to see girl with pink hair wearing a white dress with a touch of gold pattern. Girl was crying like she lost something or someone.

It was true. Vanessa was lost. Getting out of Witch Forest was easy but walking around in unknown city was way harder. She lost a way and didn't knew what to do.

Vanessa spotted boy who looked at her. She whipped a tear giving him sign that she noticed him. Finral blushed right away holding his herbal tight. He didn't knew what to do either.

But then he came up with a idea. He opened herbal on a page with pink rose and pulled it out. Then he wrote something on the other side of page. He closed herbal. For a while he stayed in one place not moving.

"I-" he tried to say as he got closer but finally didn't.

He gave her the page with flower. Pink rose perfectly suiting her look. Vanessa touched page gently and finally grab it from boy looking at it closely. Flower was beatiful.

"Th-Thank you..." She started.

"Finral! Why are you here?! You should be practicing your spatial magic, not walking around this damn city!"

Someone grabbed boy arm pulling him away from girl. He was so surprised by this move that he nearly dopped his herbal. Finral grabbed notebook at perfect time and then looked at the person who pulled him from Vanessa. That was his father, Ledior Vaude.

"Come on, Finral"

Ledior pulled his hand harder forcing boy to move and walk with him. Vanessa could only look at it. She was still holding page from a herbal. But she wanted to know the name of boy who gave it to her.

She looked carefully at page and discovered a writing on the other side.

"You're beatiful. Please, don't cry"

Vanessa only smilled to this massage. At that time she felt motivated to find a way back home. And maybe in future find a person who gave this page to her.

#vanessa black clover #finralxvanessa #black clover finral #black clover #finral roulacase #vanessa enoteca

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selkiesstories · 11 months

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What are your favorite ships? I know it's got and hotd, and almost all ships are kinda toxic or have some other issues but I'm curious if you like any?

Sure! Fair warning a few are a bit odd-

Game of Thrones

Jaime x Sansa- I know it's never going to happen, but who cares? Martin is never finishing those books anyway There are so many satisfying reasons to ship them. Lots of excellent writing and it lends itself well to AU, or canon divergence.

Sansa x Willas- even Baelish couldn't find anything bad to say about him. On another note it was a Sansa/Willas fic that got me interested in reading and writing fanfiction again after another very bad period, so it will always have a special place in my heart.

Robb x Rhaenys- this one could actually have worked. Aegon and Viserys were always going to meet with an accident or illness and Dany was destined for the Sept with her very distinctive looks, but a dark haired and eyed Rhaenys could have been fostered away from her family and married to the son of Robert's most loyal liegeman who as a bonus lives in the most remote reigon of the country. And they'd have the most adorable children.

House of the Dragon

The only one I really like is Alicole (Alicent x Criston) although I do like the angst posibility of an Alys Rivers who is a genuine blood witch that literally enthralls Aemond for a royal dragon riding baby. Then she does end up falling for him, but she promised the godswood a sacrifice and the weirwoods must be fed...

#asked and answered #about me

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thinkatoryprocess · 1 year

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After this finale I am VERY interested in how you deal with Shiv in dkau. Even though you’re setting this up for season 3 this finale pretty much brought them right back there more or less in terms of Kendall’s emotional state and the siblings specifically Shiv acting to put him in a very dark place. Season 3 there was the letter season 4 we have her refusal to vote. And we have Kendall saying to her, “I might actually die if I can’t do this.” So once again we have Shiv fully refusing to deal with the fact that Kendall IS suicidal. He has attempted in the past. He has self destructive traits and while it’s not her responsibility I do think she’s filled with so much resentment and anger and jealousy towards Kendall that she is just fully in denial about where her actions could eventually lead. With season 4 I don’t think Kendall is going to do anything and Jesse confirmed Kendall’s not offing himself over this. But it is crazy that Shiv found herself in a VERY similar position in season 4 as she did with season 3 but this time she is fully aware of the suicide attempt after and she does the exact same thing. And I think she’s okay with this because like with Logan she never even for a second or hunks that Kendall will ACTUALLY die, their relationship might (and I think has) but Kendall himself won’t. So now she has to be confronted with the sickening reality that she was wrong. And how does she even exist outside of Kendall? Because if there’s one thing this finale laid bare for me is that this whole thing was always really about Shiv vs Kendall. And Roman’s crushing guilt is still going to be there because of his series of bad choices leading up to Ken’s death and the walking open wound he’s going to become while grieving but man. Shiv. Also have you changed your mind about Connor and Willa not being together in dkau post this season? I know you were originally intending to break them up but now I really can’t see her leaving. Also I love them together.

Okay, a couple of things to address here re: Dead Kendall AU:

Shiv's guilt will be absolutely hideous and she will not cope with it well, nor will she manage to keep this from being everyone's problem. The guilt will tilt into fucking awful denial and harshness that will make her really, really hard to deal with, especially if you're really sensitive about the situation like Roman will be. There'll be friction between Naomi and Shiv, and Roman and Shiv will clash a lot as his instinctive nasty response to insecurities and fear smash up against hers. The Roys learned to use fear as fuel to attack. As we know, they will never hesitate to attack each other. She'll double down with Tom and push to get one of them into the CEO spot. Thinking Waystar totally folds into GoJo or Tom gets American CEO, because no one else is mentally prepared to step in, not even Shiv.

Ultimately, Shiv will sincerely believe she killed Kendall with the letter, and she will never come back from that. She won't heal because she doesn't think she deserves to.

I think Connor and Willa stay together; I'm far more convinced of them after this final season than I was in season 3.

#asks #dead kendall au #succession spoilers

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josephslittledeputy · 9 months

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WIP Whenever!

Been tagged in a few WIP Wednesdays that I missed, so thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @jillvalentinesday @marivenah @simplegenius042 @g0dspeeed for keeping me in the loop!

Tagging @clicheantagonist @henbased @nonfunctioning-queer @purplehairsecretlair @adelaidedrubman and anyone else who feels like it! (Or don’t, totally up to you)

First up is part one of Willa’s dark au, They Watch From The Pews

Another day gone by, another hostage saved, another person she’s helped that weren’t her people.

She'd been stuck in Fall’s End for nearly a week now, recovering from her concussion, helping out when needed, rescuing anyone who needed rescuing. Most everyone she’d rescued had made their way to Fall’s End, some even decided to form a group: The Resistance. Or at least that’s what they started calling themselves. It wasn’t very creative, but it didn’t need to be when it was getting the job done, which was to push back against the cult. So far, it’d been working relatively well and every day their numbers grew in strength. What she couldn’t stomach, though, was the fact that everyone looked to her like a de facto leader.

She was no leader.

What normally would elate someone else only made her infuriated. What right did they have to delegate such a role to her? Every day it was something new: Deputy, take out this group of peggies and rescue these hostages! Deputy, the cult stole all our gas, bring us some tanker trucks! Deputy, someone from the cult defected, you need to save them! Deputy, pick up a big rig you’ve never driven in your life because it was my dads! Never once did anyone ever ask about her needs. For days she'd been waiting for news, from anyone, and yet all they had to tell her was more shit that needed to be done! For all she knew, her people were dead already and here she was, playing a glorified errand runner for people who couldn't give two shits about her! Not unless she could do something for them first. The rage that had nestled in her chest before—a hot ember kept ignited by every slight she’d suffered—grew, and grew, until it was nearly consuming her.

Then, during one of the long, long days she’d been sitting in Fall’s End, she’d snapped.

“I don’t give a damn, Jerome! I’m goin' whether you 'er any a'yer little Resistance like it 'er not. And tell Mary May not to close my goddamn tab!”

They’d recently gotten word from the cult defector that Hudson was being kept in John’s bunker. Their only problem was that he kept the only key to the place tied around his neck and rarely ever left. When he did leave, it was with a whole entourage of peggies, keeping him more secure than the president themselves. It wasn’t that she couldn’t take them all down—especially with the help of the Resistance—but they had machine guns and grenade launchers, all things she very much lacked. So, her only course of action was to draw his ire, get herself kidnapped, and figure things out from there. If she played her cards right, she could get into the bunker and get Hudson out. Jerome and Mary May, however? Well, they weren't keen on the idea. What would happen if they lost their biggest asset against the cult? It led to an argument that carried over into the next morning, until finally, she threw her arms up and told them where the sun don't shine.

Fast Forward to when Willa rescues Hudson

“I know your sin. It drives you. Every thought, every action.” He lets out a breath. “Your sin is Wrath.” On the final word, he places his hand to his chest with a small laugh. “So I’ll indulge you: Become Wrath. Let it fill your body and consume your soul. Because in the end, you’ll still be empty. And I’ll be waiting right here.” John gives her a pitying look before throwing a glance behind him, at Hudson. “We both will.”

“No, John. I’m taking Hudson and we’re leaving or so help me I will cave your goddamn fuckin’ head in!” Swinging at him—something he evidently hadn’t expected—she smashes the pipe against his shoulder, ignoring his cry of pain. Dropping the pipe, she lunges for him, sending them both toppling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Her fist launches forward, sending his head snapping to the side in a daze when it connects. “That’s for drowning me, you bastard.” Standing to her feet, she quickly rushes over to Hudson, who was struggling and yelling. “I gotcha.” Gently peeling the tap off, she quickly begins working on her ropes, ignoring the groaning John on the floor, who was recovering from her assault quicker than she'd expected.

“You came… I-I thought…” Hudson sobs, taking in deep breaths that weren’t restricted by the tape over her mouth.

“Of course I did.” She moves to the front of her and crouches down, working on getting the restraints off her feet next. “I know it took me a while, I had to… Well, I was preoccupied.” She looks up at Hudson, gently wiping away the fresh tears that’d fallen. “But I never stopped looking. Now let’s get the hell outta here, huh?”

“You’ll never get out of here, Deputy.” John coughs, standing and shaking his head with a bruise beginning to form around his eye.

“Like hell we will.” She growls, grabbing Hudson’s hand and pulling her toward the door. Yanking on the handle, she slips out the small crack of the door and closes it behind her, sealing John in the room by himself.

Next is my beloved Valerie Morgan, from my Clash of Worlds AU

The wind rushes through her hair, the motorcycles engine purrs beneath her, and the neon lights turn into blurs overhead.

God, she hates to admit how much she missed Night City, but it truly feels like coming home, even if it’s not actually her city. It won’t be long until it is. Until all the little ants are trembling beneath her feet, eager to get out of her way or to throw their lot in with her in hopes of being spared. It’s a thought that tugs a wicked smile onto her face, pulling at the freshly healed scars marring the left side of her face, a courteous reminder from a name she no longer cares to remember.

She wouldn’t want to ruin such a good mood, after all.

She’s buzzing with an energy that could transcend time, if she let it. She feels unstoppable, like there’s nothing that can stand in her way. Nothing, except the asshole in front of her that causes her to roll to a stop. Her teeth grind together with a ferocity that nearly shatters the pearly whites inside her mouth, but she settles for a simple honk of the horn instead. And by simple, she naturally means laying on the horn until the person in front of her has the audacity to look behind them.

“Fuck you! Go around!”

Her eye twitches and her nostrils flare. “Fuck… me?”

“Yeah, you heard me!”

She looks around to check her surroundings before pointing at herself, repeating, “Me?”

“Yes! YOU!”

She puts the kickstand on the bike down and turns off the purring engine, giving the man one last chance “Are you sure you mean me?” She questions with a tilt of her head.

“Who the fuck else could I mean? You’re the only fuck nut honkin’ their horn for a minute straight! Can’t you see I’m talkin’ here?” He jabs a thumb to his right, where another person stands by the passenger door.

She gets off the bike and walks up to him with a skip in her step, stopping right next to his door. Flashing a slightly manic smile, she bends at the waist and leans her arms against the open window. “What I want to know is who stops in the middle of the road?”

“You some type of gonk or somethin’? I said I'm talkin'!”

She stops, stares for a few uncomfortable seconds, then starts to laugh. The driver begins to laugh as well, and pretty soon, everyone’s laughing together, like they’re all in on the same joke. What joke that is, they’re still not sure, but the whole situation was beginning to seem downright silly.

It really was just utterly absurd! How could she not have noticed this man was talking to someone? How dare she have the gall to bring attention to that fact? How dare she think that she was above him? That she didn’t know she could just go around him this whole time! It was all just so. Damn. Laughable. She reaches in the window, grabs ahold of his shirt, and yanks him out. With a strength nobody could know she possessed, she tosses him over his car and onto the sidewalk, barely missing the idiot standing by the passenger door.

“Y-you’re fuckin’ whack lady!” They shout before taking off at a full sprint, glancing back to see if she was coming after them.

Before they can look back a second time, she’s right in front of them. “I’m whack? You’re the one who’s running!” Lashing out, she aims for their knees, sending them falling to the ground like a rag doll. “But not for long!” She taunts in a singsong voice, leaving them to tend to their shattered knees. “Now where was I? Oh right!” With a cheery smile, she turns and heads back toward the driver stumbling to his feet, ignoring the pained cries and pleas for help behind her.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’d be more worried about how you’re eating tonight.” The wicked gleam in her eye and smile that matches is the last thing the man sees.

#my writing #wip wednesday #except its saturday sooo..#oc: willa rook #au: dark willa #Pt. 1: They Watch From The Pews #john watching willa & hudson during that scene & being like 'are they... yknow? *does a limp wrist gesture*'#oc: valerie morgan #au: clash of worlds #guy in second wip really said 'aye! im talkin here!' sdfghjkl #valerie channeling the 'why are you running?' meme #Val shows up in Night City & the already high crime rate just skyrockets #& she hasnt even found out the news about Takemura or Johnny having a body yet... woof id hate to see when she gets mad 😈#was gonna post the intro to clash of worlds but deciding to post val having fun instead <3 shes definition of dog let off their leash #sorry if y'all dont wanna be tagged! i figured id actually tag people for once since i rarely participate cause Anxiety™️

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7mrs-malfoy7 · 2 years

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✓=im experienced and enjoy writing these characters

💄 dialogues

send me normal scenarios (specify nsfw/sfw) + characters from any fandom under, i’ll write dialogues abt it.

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dark!au & concepts only + characters from any fandom under and i’ll write something for you.

💋 kinks

send the kinks and I'll write a small story on them on which characters have them as well.

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choose a genre (smut, angst, fluff) + characters and i’ll write it

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Movies:

Harry Potter:

Ronald Weasley ✓

Draco Malfoy ✓

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Fred Weasley ✓

George Weasley ✓

Zombies 1+2:

Zed

Addison

Bucky

Wyatt

Wynter

Willa

Fast +furious 1-8:

Brian ✓

Dom

Letty ✓

Vince ✓

Mia

Jhonny Tran

Jesse ✓

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Archer:

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Lana ✓

Ray

Kreiger

Carol\Cheryl

Pam

Cyril ✓

American dad:

Stan

Steve ✓

Francine

Hayley ✓

Jeff ✓

Roger ✓

Toshi

Snot

Family Guy:

Peter

Lois ✓

Chris

Meg

Stewie ✓

Anime:

My hero academia:

Izuku

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Denki ✓✓

Shinsou ✓

Mina

Jirou

Aizawa

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Tamaki

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Hinata

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Kenma ✓

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Oikawa ✓✓✓

Iwaizumi ✓

Ushijima

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Sukuna ✓✓

Itadori

Megumi

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Tanjiro ✓

Nezuko

Zenitsu

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streaminn · 10 months

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Does wenclair ever snuggle in the stalker au? I just really love wenclair snuggles, and the stalker au, and why not put em both together?

Do you think Wednesday is crazy enough to slip into Enid's bed when she returns? Maybe the stabbing of thing leaves her a touch shaken, a lil bit worried that something similar might happen to Enid

Something presses onto Enid's side and she tenses, a growl bubbling at her chest before she stills as the familiar toxin of Wednesday sinks into her mind.

"weds..?" Enid mumbles, squinting at the dark to see dark eyes staring right at her. They're wide and if she looks closer, there's a sheen of fire along the iris. Enid leans closer, like a moth to it's captivating flame. "what're you doin?"

"watching over," is Wednesday's careful answer and there's a quiver along her jaw, like she doesn't know if she should bite her cheek or hold her tongues from saying more.

Enid humms, groggy and too tired to realize that they're so close. Instead she shifts and draws the blanket over them.

"mkay," she whispers, pressing her head deeper into her pillow. "watch well Willa."

Just like that, Enid sleeps.

In the morning, there will be an ache in her chest and the werewolf will open her eyes to see her roomie lying on her, her arms clinging and tight around the werewolf.

It takes a second then two before flush of heat burns at Enid's cheek as she remembers last night.

Oh fuck.

#wenclair #Stalker Enid au

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readyforthegarden · 1 year

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Eternal - Part Two

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. This chapter itself contains smut (oral (female receiving) fingering), biting, blood

WC: 4307

The rest of your night had been peaceful, though as soon as you woke up, your mind was thinking about the tree. Trying to make your way through your morning routine, you thought about the pulse of the bark under you hand. In a way, you could still feel it, thudding against your skin. The water of your shower began to run cold, jolting you from your reminiscing and scurrying to get out of the icy rain and rush to finish getting ready.

You didn’t have a chance to think about the dream again until mid-afternoon, when Willa stopped by your desk.

“Hey, did you end up going home with that one guy last night?” she leaned against your cubicle wall, swirling the iced coffee left over from her lunch in its cup, the mostly melted ice barely making a sound.

“I didn’t go home with anybody last night.” you responded, thinking of the curly headed man and his deep, enchanting eyes. “Streak is over, I suppose.”

“Well, maybe it’s for the best.” Willa shrugged, offering a small smile. She was about to say something else, but she looked down at your neck. “I love that necklace, where did you get it?” you had forgotten all about it, glancing down at your own chest and seeing the white teardrop pendant still resting just above the swell of your breasts.

“Oh, I-I don’t remember actually.” you shrugged. “I don’t even remember owning it, but I found it on my nightstand last night. I don’t even know what kind of stone this is.”

“I think it’s a selenite crystal.” Willa bent at the waist, taking the pendant delicately in her hand and turning it over. “It’s supposed to cleanse energy and spaces, promote calmness and clarity and peace. Keep bad things away.”

“Oh, you know a lot about crystals?” Willa dropped the pendant softly and stood back up, rolling her eyes.

“My sister is one of those hippie crystal organic girls.” she sighed, though you could sense the sisterly love in her annoyed words. “She gifted me a wand of it once, told me to cleanse my new apartment with it because she thinks there’s a dark spirit there.”

“Did you try it?” you asked, giggling. Willa took a sip of her coffee.

“I waved it around a little, but I didn’t feel any difference. She said the next time she came over, the space was cleansed and had a better aura so,” Willa offered another shrug. “she may be onto something.” The two of you began to chat more about how Willa’s night ended up, and how she ended up going home by herself too, and that she as going to take the night off from partying for a while.

“I think I might go back tonight.” you said softly. Willa smirked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“You wanna see if that guy is there again, huh?” she asked, the sly smile on her face teasing, her honey blonde hair tucked behind her ear. “I don’t blame you. He was a little short for my taste but he was hot.”

“I’m not going just for him.” you tried to defend yourself, knowing that the opposite was true. Truth be told, you were hoping see him again, dance with him again. Maybe even get what he’d told you to wait for. One of your many faults was being impatient, you knew this to be true. “I honestly like dancing, and they have cheap drinks.”

“Whatever you say, honey.” Willa shook her head and turned, leaving you alone to get back to work. But the spreadsheets and emails that waited for you now seemed even more dull than before, with your mind set on returning to the dance floor tonight. Those eyes watching you from behind the velvet ropes. The possibility of those soft lips on your skin again, making the back of your hand tingle again.

“Oh my god, get a grip.” you muttered to yourself, shaking out your hand and rolling your shoulders back to settle into work for the remaining time. You balked at your own behavior, letting some strange man making you feel like a starry-eyed school girl over a few dances and a short conversation over drinks.

Yet, as you made your way into Club Soleil that night, you felt a thrumming in your chest. Your grip was tight on your clutch, you could practically feel your ID and cards inside bending against the pressure from your fingers. You tried not to make it obvious as you walked towards the bar that you were scoping the scene, hoping to catch a glimpse of chocolate brown curls. As soon as you were about to sit on the stool at the bar, a hand rested on your forearm. You turned your head, hoping to see the man from last night, but instead, it was a tall, curly headed man. His features were sharp, yet his expression held a softness that seemed to round them into an alluring, gentle look as his dark curls fell to his shoulders.

“I was told to bring you to the VIP area, Miss.” you blinked at him. “Follow me, please.” he left you no time to question, turning on his heel and parting through the crowd around you. You scurried to follow closely behind him, a nervous shake in your stomach now, nearly tripping in your heels as you tried to keep up with the tall mans strides. You followed him up the red carpeted steps to the VIP area, and he unclasped the matching red velvet rope, ushering you inside and closing the area off again.

The area was filled with various people, milling about, talking into each others ears over the loud music. Some were already drunk off their asses, making out in the dark corners, feeling each other up, some were just starting, popping a bottle of champagne between the eight of them that more than likely pooled all their money together to afford the one bottle. And then there was you, standing timidly where the tall man left you, not knowing exactly what you were supposed to do.

“I was hoping you’d come tonight.” you turned, seeing the man you’d been hoping to see all along. As he walked towards you, you took in tonights suit. Black, again, but this time the edges were trimmed with a shining gold thread that caught the light, making it look smooth like satin. You wanted to reach out and trace the pads of your fingers across the fabric, to feel for yourself. He noticed you taking it in and lifted an arm up in front of him, adjusting the gold cuff links on the wrist of his dress shirt, under the suit. “Did your friends get left behind at the bar?”

“They didn’t come tonight.” you replied. You shouldn’t be telling him that you came alone. It was stupid, asking for trouble. As you waited for a smirk, he only shook his head.

“Their loss is my gain.” he replied. “Would you like to get a drink first, or to dance?” A part of you was shocked at his abruptness, and you felt the words leaving your lips. Even though you’d been hoping to see him all day, the idea that he just assumed made you irritated.

“Who said I want to do either of those things with you?” you put your free hand on your hip, shooting him a glare. The man gave you a tight-lipped smile, letting you know you were already testing his patience.

“Did you forget what I told you last night?” he moved closer to you, a dark look in his eyes. “You’re mine.”

“Sure didn’t seem like it when you left me at the bar by myself.” you countered.

“Oh love, are you already feeling neglected?” the man faked a small pout. “Let me fix that for you.” He moved behind you, gathering your hair behind you and leaving your shoulders exposed under the thin straps of your dress.

Near-immediately, his hands were on your shoulders, gently rubbing them and slipping them down your arms. You tried to steel yourself against the shiver that buzzed down your spine, feeling his lips press on your shoulder. He slowly turned you, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, fingers in your hair as he tilted your head up to him, your lips parted, ready for his next kiss. He bent down, letting his lips softly graze over yours. Pulse racing, you let your eyes flutter close as his warm breath fell over your face.

“So, what will it be? Drinks or dancing?” his voice was quiet but stern. Your eyes opened slowly, and you looked into his, a strong, fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“Dancing.” you replied breathlessly, as if you’d already been on the floor for hours. The man took your hand, leading you out of the VIP area and down to the dance floor, weaving the two of you through the crowd and turning to face you when he found the spot he wanted. The club wasn’t as busy tonight, bodies weren’t packed together like they had been the night before. And yet you were still pressed up against him, his hands on your hips, both of you moving seamlessly to the beat of the music again.

As the two of you danced, the man leaned down, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear.

“Tell me, love,” he murmured, “Do you believe in vampires?” you paused briefly, wondering why he would ask such a silly question.

“Do I believe in vampires?” you asked back, looking at him to clarify. He nodded, studying you. You put your tongue in your cheek, thinking over his question. The vibe fit, maybe he was just into role-play and this is how he got off. And you did always love the vampire trope, the danger, the excitement, and the guy was hot and could pull it off. Deciding to play along, you leaned into him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I do.”

“I want to take you home.” he replied with a smirk. You felt a bubble of excitement in your stomach, remembering his confident reply from the night before that he could satisfy your needs. You let him tug your towards the exit, watching as he snapped his fingers at the coatcheck girl, something you normally would think was rude and absurd, but in the moment, it made you want him more. He helped you slide your coat on before taking your hand again, leading you outside to a car that was waiting.

There was a part of you that was screaming, this is stupid, so stupid! You don’t know this stranger! This is how people die! But there was something about this man that felt safe, deep down you knew you’d be okay.

You’d been distracted on the ride to his home, his lips on yours, his hand on your inner thigh, his fingertips grazing the soft fabric of your panties. You knew he could feel them getting wetter and wetter with every barely there stroke. But soon you were walking up stone steps to a large manor, being led into a gorgeous foyer with a large chandelier and faded, old marble flooring.

“Jesus, if I’d known I’d be coming to a home like this, I would’ve worn nicer clothes.” you joked, suddenly nervous and out of place feeling. The man took your coat off you, disappearing into a closet briefly before returning.

“You look just fine.” he replied, looking you up and down. You stepped under the chandelier, looking up at the sparkling crystals.

“I bet you have a library in here.” you hummed softly.

“You do?” the man raised his eyebrow as he watched you.

“Well, a real vampire living in a place like this? They’d definitely have a library.” you jokingly challenged him. He seemed committed to the act, his expression bored, but a small fire behind his eyes at your challenge.

“Follow me.” was all he said, before moving towards the staircase to the left of the foyer. You kept pace, your heels clacking and echoing loudly in the room as you moved. Halfway up, you paused, removing the shoes and carrying them in your hand. You followed him down a long hallway, a deep burgundy runner plush under your feet. The man stopped at a large door, waiting for you to catch up to him before turning the knob and pushing the door open, gesturing for you to step inside.

He followed closely behind, flicking on the lights. You looked around as your eyes adjusted to the new, soft glow of the lamp light. The room was large, almost too large to believably just be one room and not the whole house. Full bookshelves lined the walls, with large, picture windows between them, breaking up the dark wood.

“This is amazing.” you breathed, making your way over to the nearest shelf, starting to read the titles, trying to find one you may know. The man walked behind into the room behind you, moving towards a desk and leaning against it as he watched you, almost amusedly. It was the noise of the desk moving that brought you back into the moment, realizing what you came here for.

You ran your fingers across the spines of all the old books on the shelf absentmindedly as he watched you, and you felt yourself grow irritated as you thought of him. Him. You didn’t even know his name and you were at his home, willing to play vampire.

“You’re incredibly rude, you know.” you murmured, rolling your shoulders back.

“How so?” the man’s voice was smooth and even, as if he didn’t care, even if you were being serious.

“You haven’t told me your name.” you answered, throwing a glance over your shoulder as you pulled a book from it’s place and traced the indented words on the cover.

“My name is Joshua.” he answered like he was simply telling you the time of night. You snorted a laugh as you opened the book letting your eyes scan over the words on the pages, not remotely absorbing anything they fell over. “Something amusing to you?”

“That’s a shitty name.” you laughed, still focused on the book. “What vampire is named Joshua?”

“What’s wrong with Joshua?” he asked stiffly, his nostrils flaring as you continued to refuse eye contact, flipping to another page.

“It’s not remotely a cool name. Like, there are billions of options and you have the most basic, boring one.”

“I happen to like my name.” you continued talking over him, laughing still.

“It’s like I’m a broody, mysterious vampire….my name is Cody.” Suddenly the book was snatched from your hands and snapped shut so closely in front of your face you felt a breeze flutter across your cheeks. Josh was glowering down at you, his cheeks tinged pink and your giggles ceased in your throat. He moved the book back and lowered his face until the tip of his nose practically touched yours, his warm breath ghosting over your lips as you stared into his dark eyes.

“I’d be very, very careful about who you insult, love.” he warned, his voice stern as his hand took your waist and pulled your body flush to his once again. He ran his tongue over the tips of his teeth as he gave a wicked, malevolent smile as two points appeared on his top incisors.. “Some may not be as forgiving as I am.” his other hand was now free of the book, and slid behind your neck, moving your hair behind your back and cradling the back of your head so your neck was exposed to him.

‘Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Those have to be fake, right?’ You thought to yourself as you watched the lights of the room reflect off the pearly white fangs. You somehow were hallucinating, but you didn’t drink anything at the club, you didn’t take anything. Vampires weren’t real. They couldn’t be. And yet you quivered, a weight settling in your stomach that told you this was indeed very real as he watched your thoughts process on your face.

“A-are you going to kill me now?” you whimpered softly. The fear that now bubbled inside you made your blood run cold through your veins and set your body to start shaking. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk as he bent his head down, letting his warm breath cascade over your goose-pimpled skin.

“Is that what you want?” your breath caught in your throat at his words, the promise of death so close to you as his lips ghosted your jugular vein.

“No.” the word spilled from between your lips, and Josh smiled against your skin.

“Are you sure?” his tone was lightly mocking as he pressed a kiss to your throat, his lips soft and warm. “I could make it quick. Nearly painless.” you shook your head and he pulled you back upright. The adrenaline made you dizzy and you latched onto his shoulders. “Good, I have other plans for you.” in the blink of an eye, you were in a completely different room, being pressed against soft fabrics. Josh hovered over you, his breath fanning over your face.

Your hair had flown over your face from the sudden movements, and he reached up, brushing it away as you stared into his dark brown eyes. The feeling of his cool fingers left trails of heat across your skin and as your breathing picked up.

“Tell me, do you still want this?” Josh asked softly. “Still want me?” your brain finished his question ‘knowing what I am?’. You tried to calm your racing heart, thinking over his question. You shouldn’t. If this wasn’t some twisted wet dream, if this was really real, you should scream and run away. Yet within the span of a second, you leaned up, pressing your lips to his and humming when he kissed back with fervor. His thigh slotted between yours and ground against your core, causing you to gasp. Josh took the opportunity to lick into your mouth.

His kisses were rough and passionate, his lips never fully leaving yours as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. Your hands ran under his suit jacket, against the silk material of his dress shirt and you let your hands move up, rounding his shoulders and pushing the jacket back, urging him to take it off. He begrudgingly pulled away, tugging the sleeves off his arms and whipping the jacket across the room.

“You wanted to know if I could satisfy you, correct?” Josh dragged his nose across the hollow of your cheek, breathing in your scent. His hand was back on your inner thigh, rubbing firm strokes back and forth, inching closer to your core and teasing you. You swallowed thickly and nodded. “No love, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed. His lips captured your earlobe, and you felt his teeth gently nibble the soft flesh there.m, tugging at it. Your eyes closed, the shiver that cascaded down your back raising goosebumps on your skin.

“When you finish, I will drink from you.” you opened your eyes, gazing up at him. The tone he used to inform you of his plan did not waver, and yet there was a lilt of a question hiding in it. He was giving you the choice to say no right now. You mulled it over in your hazy state. He could drink from you, drain you dry and leave you to become a missing persons bulletin on the news. “I will not kill you, you have my word. As I have told you, I have other plans for you. I won’t repeat myself again.”

“Only if you can completely satisfy me.” you replied, hoping your nerves didn’t show in your attempt of a sultry voice, throwing him back some attitude. He pursed his lips, eyeing you. It was obvious he wasn’t used to any push back from previous partners, and you could tell by the twitch at the left corner of his lip, he was learning he liked it. At least, that’s what you were hoping. “If you can’t, you take me home and end up like the rest of them.”

“Pray-tell, what happens to the rest of your conquests?” Josh’s voice was low as he slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt. You watched him undress, exposing his chest to you as the shirt fell open under his hands. His body was lean and well toned, you had to fight the urge to reach out and splay your palm against one of his pectorals.

“We’ll have to see if you find out, won’t we?” you dared, watching him finally fully remove the silk from his upper body. His arms were as toned and muscular as his chest, and you found yourself watching as they flexed while he reached behind you, finding the zipper to your dress and slowly tugging it down the seam. Josh’s hands moved down tugging the material up your body and over your head, tossing the garment unceremoniously on the floor beside the bed. You were left in nothing but your panties, and he brushed your fallen hair away from your chest.

When his fingertips grazed the teardrop pendant, you swore you saw the ghost of a smile tug at his lips, but it was gone too soon in the pale lamplight to really tell. Josh’s hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, making a breath tumble from your lips. His fingers massaged the soft flesh and you let your head fall back.

One of his hands let go of your body, stretching behind you and dragging something down the bed. Slowly, his other palm, still resting under your breast, pushed you back, until your upper body was resting against a plush, soft pillow. Josh bent down, trailing hot, open mouth kisses down the valley between your breasts and smirking against your skin.

“I want you to watch me make you unravel, love.” he murmured gruffly against your skin. He continued his path down your middle, sucking a small bruise onto the skin of your hip as his lips met the hemline of your panties. You momentarily chided yourself in your head for your choice of basic cotton panties, instead of something lacy and sexy. It didn’t seem to matter to Josh, however, as he quickly tugged them down your legs, discarding them somewhere in the room.

He bit his lower lip as his hands traveled back up your calves and over your knees, your legs falling open for him under the slight pressure of his palms. Josh leaned in, dragging the tip of his nose across your left thigh while his opposite hand made contact with your center.

“All of this for me?” he mused, dragging the tip of his middle finger gently up through your folds, collecting the wetness there. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” you started to roll your eyes but stopped as his finger started to rub slow, tantalizing circles over your clit. A moan tumbled from your lips as you watched his fingers movements. “You’re gonna watch me and be a good girl, yes?” you nodded. A swift smack sounded off the skin just above your mound. “You will use your voice when I speak to you.”

“Yes, Josh.” you swallowed. “I’m gonna watch like a good girl.” his eyes stayed on yours, making sure you saw as his finger left you, only to be replaced by his mouth. His tongue laid flat against you as he dragged it in a slow licking motion, your heart starting to beat wildly in your chest already when he began delving into short, rough licks through your pussy, circling your clit and giving it a harsh suck before soothing it with a softer lick.

He adjusted himself on the bed, laying flat, wrapping his arms under and around your legs, fingers digging into your thighs as he held your legs open as they shook around his head. He began alternating between wide, flat laps of his tongue and sucking on your clit, his fingers joining in on the torture as he inserted two into you, pumping in and out. Your body jolted as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that delicate sweet spot no one else had quite been able to reach before.

“Josh,” you breathed a she continued his actions, your hips starting to move against his face, rolling through the currents of pleasure that were building and building inside of you.

“Not such a bad name after all, hm?” he responded, taking a moment to smirk at you before reattaching his lips to you. You calling out his name somehow made him come back even more fervently, his fingers picking up a quicker, rougher pace as his mouth worked you over double time. You could feel your stomach start to shudder, your hips starting to buck against him as his one strong arm held you in place. Reaching you, you tangled your fingers in his curls, looking for something to hold onto as you felt your body give in to him fully, your orgasm crashing down on you like a tidal wave. He continued his ministrations, slowing down until he withdrew his fingers altogether, wrapping his arm around your leg again.

As you cried out, fingers clutching into his chestnut hair as his dug into your thighs, you felt the drag of his lips leaving your pussy and moving to your inner thigh. In your bliss, you had forgotten the deal you made. You sat up, Josh’s eyes still trained on yours as you watched him smirk and bite down on the flesh of your inner thigh. A sharp gasp rushed from your throat as you felt the burning sensation of the bite, the blood being pulled from you and into Josh’s waiting mouth.

“Fuck!” you cried, all of the endorphins and adrenaline in your body combining, making you feel dizzy. A humming laugh came from Josh’s throat, as you fell back on the bed, your breathing labored more than it was before.

He didn’t drink for long, or maybe he did. You were so far gone it could’ve been hours before he lifted his lips from you, it could’ve been seconds. You felt him drag his tongue along your thigh slowly, cleaning any spilled drops before he reached for his shirt on the bed, staining the beautiful white silk with your red blood as he wiped his mouth.

“I don’t know which tasted better,” Josh hummed, tossing the shirt like a rag over his shoulder, leaning forward and hovering over you. His hands were on either side of your head, his eyes gazing intensely down at you. “your blood or your pussy.”

You wanted to give him a witty reply, say something snarky to wipe that smirk off his face. You knew it would be meaningless though. You’d both gotten the end of the deal you wanted. You raised up a tired hand, letting the tips of your fingers rest on his cheek, parting your lips to speak. He cut you off quietly before you could get a syllable out.

“You need rest.” he instructed. “Sleep, and I’ll see to it you get home safely when you awake.” protest bubbled at your lips but your eyelids were too heavy to try and argue. As your eyes fully closed, you felt your body moving, soft, light fabric being pulled over you body before a heavier fabric settled around you. “Goodnight, love.”

Taglist:

#josh kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake kiszka x reader #sam kiszka x reader #danny wagner x reader #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet fic #josh kiskza #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet #eternal fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf smut

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babyjakes · 2 years

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forever and a day | 51. jenny.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

[Jenny]

"Hi there, Willa. My name is Dr. Brighton, but you can just call me Jenny if you'd like. I'm a friend of Dr. Banner's; it's very nice to meet you," I say mildly to the small child sitting on the floor in front of me as I stand in the doorway to her room, adjusting the uncomfortable strap of my backpack slightly on my shoulder. My first impression of Willa is that she's small, incredibly small. Her wide green eyes seem to fill most of her pale face that sits surrounded by wavy wisps of medium brown hair, tucked back messily at the ears. She wears a plain white shirt with a small set of flowers running across the front, along with a pair of dark purple pants and ruffled white socks. In her hands, she holds a wooden piece to a puzzle, the rest set out in a pile in front of her.

She eyes me warily up and down, an unintentional pout making its way onto her face as she tilts her head slightly, seeming unsure how to respond. "I just spoke with your dad for a while out in the kitchen, and now I'd like to meet with you, if that's okay. May I come in?" I ask carefully, not wanting to make any advancements towards the young child until she expresses clear permission.

Willa gives a small, single nod as a response, her expression of uncertainty not changing in the slightest. Sending her a kind smile, I step into the room, crouching down and joining her as she sits quietly on the floor in front of her crates of toys. Her timid gaze doesn't leave me as I set my backpack down beside me, sliding it off my shoulder and crossing my legs in front of me. "I see you're working on a puzzle," I observe, eyeing the small amount of progress she's made on the activity so far. "Do you know what kind of picture it makes? I can't quite tell yet from what you've got started there."

"F-farm," she tells me quietly. "Aminals."

"Animals," I gasp softly, my smile widening at the way the child says the word. "That's fun. What kind of animals will there be?"

"Cow," she responds shyly, then adding, "cow goes 'moo.'"

"That's right; they do," I agree. "Would you like some help working on your puzzle as we talk? I would love to see how the picture turns out when it's put together," I offer, hoping that engaging in some play might help the little girl warm up to me. She nods silently, beginning to sort through the pile of untouched pieces as I lean over a bit closer, getting started as well. "So your dad told me lots about you," I tell her, "but I would love to get to know you in person, as well. Do you think you could tell me a little bit about yourself?" I ask, not wanting to dig too deeply right off the bat.

"Hm," she hums, her eyes staying lowered as she sorts through the puzzle pieces. "I'm Willa," she begins. "I'm five." Finding one of the corners, she puts it in place and takes a deep breath. "Sorry," she mumbles. "Don't know what else t'say."

"That's alright," I tell her reassuringly as I connect an edge to her corner. "How about I ask you some easy questions about you, would that be okay? I know it must be strange meeting someone new like this." She nods, seeming fine with the idea. "Okay. We can start real simple. What’s your favorite color?”

“I like pink,” she tells me, her little fingers moving to set another piece carefully in its place. By the way the child moves it’s starkly evident that she’s developed overly cautious tendencies, unsurprising considering all she’s been through. It’s saddening to see, though; even with something as simple as a puzzle, she seems to be afraid to make any movement that might be too big or noticeable. “Yellow, too. And blue, ‘cause Daddy likes blue.”

“I see,” I nod as I watch the small girl’s eyes scan carefully over the remaining pieces. “Those are all nice colors. What do you like to do, Willa? How do you like to spend your time?”

Thinking for a moment, she blinks a few times before offering an answer. “Like to… to play. And spend time with Daddy, and my f’iends.”

“That sounds very fun,” I say with a smile. “You’ve mentioned your daddy a few times, Willa; can you tell me a little bit about your family? Or whoever you feel is closest to you?" I ask, understanding that the concept of 'family' might be a little bit complicated in this situation.

The girl's brow furrows slightly as she thinks for a moment, shrugging. "My family is... me, and Daddy. Daddy's name is Steve," she explains.

"Hmm, okay," I go along as we continue to work on the puzzle, more and more of the picture slowly coming together between the two of us. "What's your daddy like? I know I just met with him, as I said, but I would like to hear what you think of him as well."

"Daddy is... the best daddy in the world," Willa says lovingly, her words so soft I almost have to lean in to hear them. Her statement makes me smile, and I don't have a single doubt that she means it with all of her heart. "He's nice and- and sweet, and funny and sm-smart and-… and he doesn't get mad at me or hurt me, even when I'm really scared he will."

"That's very good to hear," I tell her gladly. "He does seem like a really great daddy, then. Do you remember how you and your daddy met?" I ask gently, wanting to tread lightly into this new territory. Willa blinks, the expression on her face shifting slightly from warmth and affection to more of a solemn look.

"He- I-... I used to live in a lab," she discloses honestly. "D-Daddy, he-... he and his f'iends came and rescued me."

"I see," I say sadly. "I'm sorry you had to live in a lab. That seems really scary; I'm glad you were rescued by good people who could help you."

"Me too," she agrees, not seeming very comfortable with sharing much more about the topic.

"Who else are you close with?" I ask, hoping to shift the conversation towards something more light-hearted. "Your daddy told me you've made lots of friends since being rescued."

"Peter," she responds almost instantly. "He's my b-best f'iend." I nod, already well aware of the boy's important role in Willa's life thanks to Bruce and Steve.

"Peter, I've heard about him," I nod. "What do you and Peter like to do?"

"Lots of things," the little girl tells me. "Watch Paw Patrol and play and h-have movie marathons with Thor. He's nice too. Daddy says he's from another planet. Guess that makes him a… think it’s called a alien."

"Wow, an alien," I enthuse as we fit the last few of the puzzle pieces together before us. "That's really something else, huh?"

"Yeah. He's weird. But I like him... he's funny," she tells me, popping the very last piece into its place.

"Great job on the puzzle," I smile, taking a moment to look over the picture. "You're really good at those, huh?" She nods shyly, breaking the image back up and shuffling the pieces away into their box. "Well, sweetheart, I bet you're probably a little bit confused about who I am and why I'm here, so how about I tell you a little bit about myself and what I'm here for?" Willa nods in agreement to this, closing up the box to her puzzle and looking over at me warily, signaling she's ready to listen.

"Like I said before, my name is Dr. Brighton, and I'm a colleague of Dr. Banner’s. I'm a child psychologist, which is a fancy word for a doctor who helps kids with their emotional health, and I'm also a licensed therapist with a specialty in treating victims of severe trauma, which means I help people who have gone through really scary and hurtful things heal from their pasts and adjust to their new realities. I'm here because Dr. Banner has shared with me some of what you've gone through, and I'd really like to help you work through some of your feelings and fears as you navigate your new life. Your daddy told me some more things about you, too, things that you might need some help with, and I think that if we all work together, we can really get you feeling better and safer here. How does that sound to you?" I ask the child, hoping that my lengthy introduction made at least some sense to her.

Willa swallows hard, the look on her face leading me to believe she's feeling more cautious than flat-out confused. "I- you-... you want to help me?" she asks quietly. I nod.

"That's right, sweetie. Dr. Banner has been helping you with your physical injuries, but a lot of what you went through hurt you on an emotional level, as well, so that's the kind of doctor that I am; I'd like to help you work through your feelings."

"My feelings…” her voice trails off as she takes a moment to think. “I feel fine," she mumbles, not seeming to quite understand the point I'm making.

"That's good, I'm glad to hear that," I tell her. "But remember when you were telling me about your daddy, about how wonderful and nice he is, and you said that sometimes you get really scared that he might get angry with you or hurt you?" At this, the little girl tenses, nodding hesitantly. "Those are the kinds of fears I'd like to help you work through. I bet it's very difficult going through life when you're afraid that at any moment, you might get really hurt, isn't it?" Willa nods again. "You went through some really difficult things, sweetheart, things you never should've had to experience. Because of that, your brain had to change itself in order to protect you. But now you're safe; you have a daddy who keeps you safe and you live in a house where no one hurts you, right?"

"Daddy p'otects me," the child tells me.

"Yes he does, so now you can start healing from all the hurt you went through. Does that make sense, sweetie? I know this must be a lot to take in." The girl nods, and I can only hope that she truly means it. "Good. And it'll take time, I'm sure, but I really think we can get you feeling better and stronger and braver, Willa. You have all those things inside of you. We just have to find them."

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