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wingedhallows · 3 months

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murder on our minds; wolfstar

pairing: wolfstar x reader | 0.8k wordsplot: someone hurt one of your boyfriends and you're determined to get revenge for him but what are two boyfriends good for other than doing the dirty deeds for you? prompt: "no one hurts you and lives, baby." authors note: i have a thing for agressive female characters

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The halls were empty, the other students had already made their way to their common rooms. You, of course just had to spend your afternoon in Minnie’s detention for beating up Mulciber three days ago.

He had talked ill of Remus and Sirius, they had tried to talk you out of it, of course. But, in all honesty, no one got away when spewing shit about your boyfriends.

You pushed past the Fat Lady with a small smile, she knew you. You’d been with the two since fourth year and in their common room almost every day. The only snake allowed in, she had said.

The room was dimly lit and quiet. All you could hear were some muffled voices and some sniffling.

Had Lily rejected James once again? You thought with a small smirk on your face as you pushed your hand through your hair.

“What’s going on-” You chuckled before your face fell, eyebrows furrowed. There sat James, Lily, Peter and Sirius huddled around a bleeding Remus. Your heart jumped, pulse speeding up.

“Y/N, love.” Sirius spoke as he caught sight of you.

Lily lifted herself from the floor and tried to stop you, to not get a good look, knowing how angry and violent you can be. You pushed past her and quickly embraced your bleeding boyfriend's face in your hands.

His nose sat crooked and bloody in the middle of his face, his eyebrow scraped and his chin also bloody and already bruising.

“Love.” Remus tried, the blood running again as he lifted the towel off his nose. You thumb stroked his cheek as your lips tightened in a frown. “It’s not so bad-”Who?” Your voice escaped you almost in a whisper.

“Y/N.” James tried, a hand on your shoulder, you shrugged him off though.

“Look, you just came back from detention, it doesn’t hurt so much, really.” He tried, his face twisted in a painful scowl.

“That’s not what I asked, is it?” You lifted his face and gave him a determined look, eyes dark.

“No one hurts you and lives, baby.”

You said, calmly, too calmly for their liking.

Lily sighed and James threw Sirius a look.

She’s gonna murder someone, mate.

His eyes seemed to say. Peter raised from his chair and took a step closer to you. “Who?” You asked again, Remus tried to avoid your eyes. “Snape.” Peter spoke. “Peter!” “Fuck.!”

“Alright.” You said before turning around, determined to hurt Snivellus just the same as he had Remus.

“You should’ve kept your mouth shut!” Sirius yelled as he came after you.

“You’re a total tosspot, Peter.” Lily said and you were out of earshot.

“Baby!” Sirius tried, but you were so fast. With fast steps he caught up, chest rising in exhaustion. Your eyes briefly found his and with balled fists you stopped.

“Baby, come on.” His hands found your arms and you avoided his gaze, you’d falter. He’ll try to talk you out of it, to not have you beat the absolute shit out of Severus Snape.

“He’s not worth it.” He tried, eyes knitted together as his hands found your hips. He had a grip on you now, how would you get away? How would you get away from the sweetest, most beautiful man on this planet to avenge your other utterly beautiful boyfriend?

Cauldron, you’re in deep. You thought.

“He hurt Remus, Sirius.” Your hands tried to push away but he held on good, almost too good. “I know and I want nothing more for you than to punch him in the nose as well but you just got out of detention. You ain’t got many more chances, love.”

Your hand found his neck and you batted your lashes, you had to get revenge one way or another. “I got another one.” You whispered before your mouth connected with his, tongue fighting for dominance as his hands sneaked around your neck as well.

He moaned, his hips bucked into yours, desperate for pleasure, for you.

“Baby..” he whispered, tongue on your neck. “You do it then.” You tried, he stilled. His wide eyes found yours, hand still stuck around your neck. Your eyes darkened, your lips just above his.

“Punch him good, just once.” His eyebrows furrowed and his hand slipped from your neck. “For Remus.” You whispered, suddenly the corridor seemed colder, more public than it did a second ago, when you two were making out like high schoolers.

His glazed, hazy eyes found yours, the arrousal present in the way he looked at you.

“Alright.” He agreed, his chest heaving out of breath.

“Oh, how much I love you, Sirius Black.” Your palm wandered down his chest all the way to his clothed erection. A breathless moan shot into your neck as a grin formed on your flushed face.

“Such a good boy.” A breathless laugh fell from his plum lips and you had to chuckle yourself.

“You pretty pretty Minx.” He spoke just to steal another deep kiss from you. You placed a hand on shoulder and pushed him forward. Your palm connected with his ass.

“Then go on, show me how good you can be.” He barked a laugh and took your hand in his.

“I'll be the goodest.” He smiled at you and you did the same.

#marauders era #marauders imagine #the marauders #hp fanfic #harrypotter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #wolfstar #remus lupin #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x y/n #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders #wolfstar imagine

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welldonekhushi · 2 months

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The Aftermath of Scarlet

Warnings: Character death? So it's all angst, be prepared, haha

Summary: Scarlet's life after Soap's untimely death.

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Samantha "Scarlet" Wright (OC)

Many years after Soap's death, Scarlet couldn't even think of moving on, and refused to marry. No matter how many times they've said to start a new life and marry someone another.. she always kept saying one thing.

"I was always married to Johnny. By heart and by soul. And no one can take it away from me."

How can she still remain loyal to her lover even after his death? What became so special inside of her that she had the urge to protect the love they made together all this time? They were surprised by the soldier's words. They were helpless, yet they couldn't do anything about it to change Scarlet's mind. They were worried too.. would she spend the rest of her life, being alone?

But she kept saying those same lines again. "Soap and I were already married.. he knows that and so do I. Even after his death, I'll still be his wife, and protect the love we made together."

Scarlet would often visit Soap's grave every year on his birthday, and on his death anniversary, with the bouquet of flowers she brought from Jade's floral shop. She would sit in front of the grave, talking to him like he was still alive, and thriving. She laughed, and chuckled, despite knowing the pain of her not seeing Soap ever again. She even brought the blanket which they used to cuddle with each other since they were kids, and wrapped it around his grave, hugging it as if she was embracing Soap.

She kept doing this.. every year, hoping there could be a miracle. That she'll see Soap again. She'll see her husband again. And reunited like how John moved into her town, when they two saw each other in the SAS after a long time.. and now, she wanted to see him again.

Scarlet was now old. Retired. She now couldn't properly walk as she would now require a cane for support. She even had a sickness that would make her grow weaker. Even if the doctor said she cannot go to visit Soap's grave due to her condition, Scarlet protested that her old age cannot stop her from visiting her lover's grave. This absolutely worried everybody, as her stubbornness would have almost put her life in danger, but Scarlet was somehow expecting like this.

She visited Soap's grave again on his death anniversary, struggling to walk and even standing straight in his honor, but she didn't let that affect her at all. She gripped the bouquet of flowers and placed them on the grass, smiling. Soap still looked ever so young in her eyes, and she grew old and weak. She always did the same, wrapping a blanket around his grave and herself, and hugging the stone, even rubbing her hands on it as if she was rubbing his chest, feeling and sharing the warmth and love as Soap embraces her back.

She stayed there for a few hours, everything seemed fine. But unfortunately, the grip Scarlet had on the gravestone loosened, as she kept laying on it as a support. It became evening, it became night.. she still remained there, in that same position.

The next day, a few people who worked in the cemetery arrived and saw a woman who had herself laid over the gravestone. They were curious to know if she maybe fell asleep on it, but when they tried to wake her up, she instead fell over the ground, much to their surprise. She passed away.

Even after her death, she held that smile on her face. She died the same day when Soap died. They died together.

Meanwhile, Scarlet opens her eyes, finding herself in a dream-like space.. she was confused about where she really was, but she felt peaceful, calm, and belonged. When she looked more closely, she saw Soap in a tuxedo, waiting for her in the distance. He smiled, and Scarlet's eyes widened, as they sting in tears.

"Johnny?" She said in a croaked voice, as Soap was so happy to see her. She shed tears and loudly grinned, as she dropped her cane, and started to walk towards him. Step by step, her movements began to improve, and miraculously she ran as life restored back. Her body began to change, into the same, young Scarlet and her clothes transformed into a bridal dress.

Jumping over Soap, she hugged him tighter like never before, they two finally saw each other in Heaven, sharing a heartfelt reunion. Scarlet cried onto Soap's chest, not wanting to let him go, never. But, John pulled her back, and wiped off her tears.

"Now it's okay, lass. We're not going to leave each other now."

With that promise, they two held each other's hand, and walked into the light. Back on Earth, they had to put her to rest. Her friends joined the funeral, including her squadmates, which she joined missions with. Jade, who was likely more distraught from Scarlet's death, went to bid her farewell, with the bouquet of lilies.

Aly who was also shattered at the loss of her friend, including many others.. but they well know Scarlet wouldn't have to live in sorrow anymore.

As now, she was forever back with her Johnny.

• OC MENTIONS (though likely all my mutuals' OCs are here in the story, but for special mentions!)

Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin — @sleepyconfusedpotato

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez — @alypink

#cod #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw23 #call of duty modern warfare 2023 #cod mwiii #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty oc #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #samantha scarlet wright #charlotte jade le jardin #call of duty oc: aly

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hauntedfictionland · 10 days

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Being their emotional support person —

☾︎✰❛❀ Shadow and bone characters x gn!reader

Includes/warnings: light mentions of PTSD, injuries, slightly stalkerish behaviours and implied romance.

🪐notes: i sort of recently got into Shadow and Bone and oh boy I'm absolutely in love, the plotlines, music, and characters are so beautifully done. I do truly hope that Netflix renews it back.

— I. KAZ BREAKER

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

You and Kaz went back quite a long time as far back as the time his brother died with his innocence. You went through that together, from the sidelines you watched him change drastically, grow into a man whose name was rather feared than loved.

Kaz doesn't admit it, but he relies on you a lot. He knows the harshness he's put upon you everyday isn't new by now, but still unwelcomed. It stings him. You almost get treated the same as any other crow, if not for the times where you'd hold his upper arm in an act of comfort when needed.

And he'd let you. ♡

You're not the most significant part of the group, or the strongly important. But you can be useful enough in his words to ‘stay’, definitely not because Kaz wants you there by his side as he's always had most of his life.

Or so what he insists.

He looks upon you along with every plan of heists, a wordless query of help. It does not look like it, but your opinions and suggestions matter to him more than you'll ever know.

And when you need a favor, he's all yours. Jesper would sometimes find him doing questionable things for a man like Kaz's taste, when he'd ask it always goes a simple “Y/N asked for this”.

When Kaz is faced with his past, especially if without black gloves he has used as a shield—he won't come to you. The most would be handing his gloves back.

But after the worst is gone, he'll slowly reach out to you. Sitting beside you, head leaning on your shoulder. That is the moment he wants the most, support to get back to the daily life.

He needs you.

Needing anything is a weakness surely but he truly never considered you his, without you he'd actually fall apart with the absence of the power to get back again. You're his strength. His support, his person.

You're his, and he's yours.

— II. INEJ GHAFA

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

Inej doesn't really feel comfortable relying on a lot of people, anyone for that matter. Yet when it comes to you it almost seems so effortless. Perhaps that's the effect you have on her.

Kaz brought you in a while ago when he was in desperate need of a healer.

When she saw you the first time, you seemed shy to the point of not even being able to hold eye contact. However as time slowly passed on you spend way more time with Inej than anyone else as she tended to get herself in all sorts of trouble.

Inej would find herself looking at you often, wondering how the alignment of your lips to the sharpness of jaw could ever be so perfect.

She started to let a few things of her past out here and there while you'd bandage her, careful enough to never reach the tip of the surface.

Bit by bit, it turned into a habit. Only now she would come to you herself and open up even when there was no scar or injury on her.

Something about the way you listened so tentatively with soft eyes that held no judgement, your words which grasped onto the feelings she couldn't seem to comprehend and your affection, all of it pulled her in.

And she could not let go.

Sometimes Inej feels a bit guilty, how you're always there yet she isn't. She wants to know about you, your interests, your fears, your life. And she wants to help. In that sense she feels worse.

She's the wraith, she's never been scared of anyone. Yet Inej feels herself becoming powerless the moment she looks at you.

And that'll be the death of her.

— III. ALECSANDER KIRIGAN

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

Much like Kaz, Kirigan is not the most reliable at showing affection. But he does know very clearly the way you've helped him will not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Rather unexpectedly, even as a grisha on his team you've somehow managed to slip into the cracks of his facade. The demeanor he held.

After Alina fled, he wasn't in the calmest mind. And sensing you just hold him without a single word, a hand soothing his shoulder with a wave of your magic spreading around him. He in the longest while felt peace alongside tranquillity in just a few minutes.

With him in your arms, you gave him a sense of assurance without ever putting them into words.

Kirigan keeps you absolutely spoiled. He tells the extravagant jewelries and fancy wines are gestures of reward for your exertion which he'd give to anyone who'll work just as hard. Except that in truth he feels he owes you a great deal whenever his emotional hard times are mended because of you.

And it's his way of showing the utmost appreciation, almost affection you've placed in his heart for you.

The fact that you don't judge or mock, even think of him as ‘weak’ for not being the powerful general everyone sought out to be has him in a chokehold.

He thinks about you, and every one of your encounters has him thinking for weeks. Each and single one. Soley, it does come off as any surprise when Alecsander sets at least one grisha protector to watch you. Your safety is his utmost priority and even perhaps to know a little details about you and the people you talk with.

Which you don't need to know about whatsoever.

The time he revealed his true self to you, he was very much afraid that was the way he'll lose you. You'd see the monster his mother claims him to be and run far away. But instead when you embraced his dark side with a glint in your eyes, he knew you had him whipped in a tight hold.

— IV. ALINA STARKOV

(♥︎^⁠_^♥︎)

You first saw Alina when Zoya sent her flying across the field. Rather before that, eyes stealing glances on you.

She knew who you were, the great earth summoner. And as per who she was, Alina felt inclined to meet you. Her newly found peers brought her upon you, and when you turned to face her, Alina was quite at a loss for words.

Wonderstruck.

You seemed far much greater than she imagined, and oh she had a lot to learn from you.

Alina found you on many occasions, tried to as best she could. Questions about your powers, her powers, and secrets of the little palace. You gave them all, heart smiling fondly at her genuine curiosity.

You'd discover yourself sitting beside her, on the floor with backs leaning against the wooden bookshelves. Walks around the little palace or the library, you were growing much closer with her as the days passed.

Sometimes a word or two would slip out of her missing a certain Mal, and the camp of the first army. She would close them, a bit scared of your thoughts that is before you assure her. That whatever is was held in her heart, she could absolutely come to you.

And came she did.

You and her would spend hours under the night sky, hearing her stories of the orphanage—worries she held about herself, and Mal. Either way Alina was sure you were her answer.

The way you'd given her a tiny beam of grin, hands grazing over hers. Talking conclusions she could barely listen when her focus was your lips. A connection she felt that was electrifying.

Alina believed it was because of your power as the Earth, and her's as the Sun summoner. However in that, a deeper part of her knew something was more than that.

A single time someone referred you as her Earth summoner, the mere prospect of that—even when she knew the other meant it in no harm, drove her crazy.

The time after you comforted her about the troubles she held about Mal, sincere yet bittersweet smile on your lips. You knew she had feelings for the boy, a thought that made your gut wrench for a reason you didn't acknowledge.

When you asked her that, Alina's eyes gazed at yours before she pulled her lips on yours in return so softly you could only hum.

You were hers alright.

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vaamiel · 1 month

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My commissions are open!

I drew my dragon age protagonists!

I love them all so much 🥹 I figure I might as well write a lil about them so more info below the cut!

(this is quite long so be warned!)

Athon Surana is my warden!

He's a crunchy little bookworm who would much rather be researching or reading than fighting (or sleeping. Or eating. Or brushing his hair. Pretty much anything else).

He's an arcane warrior. Not because he wanted to be a frontline fighter or wield a sword, but literally because it requires less effort and thought than casting spells in combat. That's not to say he's a bad mage - quite the opposite in fact - but he doesn't want to spend the mental energy on fighting when he could much rather use his brain for Other Things.

Zevran is the love of his life, though I think them getting together is more incidental than anything else. Athon would likely have never sought companionship from anyone at all if he was left to his own devices, but he enjoys the time he spends with zev very much!

I imagine he's currently buried under a pile of books somewhere in Weisshaupt. The events of DAD will absolutely happen around him and he won't even bother to stick his head out of the library.

Garrett Hawke is.. well, you know

I love the default name and appearance for Garrett. The more I play DA2 the more it sticks as the only option for his appearance in my mind 🥲

I think my headcanons for him stick pretty close to canon - maybe with the exception I imagine him being even more pro-mage (perhaps even slightly racial) compared to the options you're provided in-game?

Anders is his romance and Garrett is very much All In on his ideals. Tbh I DO headcanon that he put together the plan about the chantry explosion and never stepped in because he supported the action.

I imagine he and Anders are off galavanting around Weisshaupt, waiting for Athon to finish developing a cure for the taint (and annoying Carver until the end of his days, certainly).

Lennox Trevelyan is my latest inquisitor!

He's the oldest of my three inquisitors, and incidentally the oldest of his siblings as well. Getting sent to the tower at a young age was frustrating and I think he held a lot of resentment toward his family and the circle for being caged as he was.

He also lost his faith during his years in the circle, which was quite jarring for someone raised in such a devout family.

That Lennox never saw any of his siblings or his parents again really Messed Him Up for a long time, and left him with a little bit of an inferiority complex and a smidge of abandonment issues 🥲

The inquisition (and his role in it) made things both better and worse - the power never went to his head, but he was certainly a bit of a radicalist when it came to freedom for mages and equality amongst all those under his command.

His romance is Dorian, and tbh with his disbanding of the inquisition, I imagine he went chasing after him to Tevinter (darn abandonment issues strike again), acting as a liaison for Leliana as divine.

Ashiriel Lavellan is my middle child with a weird AU backstory

SO Ashiriel is my one character that breaks a lot of the established lore. She was inspired by an au I built for myself and then never posted anywhere around... 2018? Where Dorian fled Tevinter with the help of the chargers a year or so early.

Ashiriel never imagined herself a mage. She made it 25 years without any magic manifesting, then during a traumatic incident when caught by some nasty noblemen in the forest, she lit them on fire (and half of herself too).

Basically, to cut an incredibly long-winded backstory short, she was rescued by bull and Dorian after they stumbled upon her. The chargers stayed with clan Lavellan for a time, helping Ashiriel heal and defending them as they moved away from Wycome etc.

They don't meet again until the tear etc, but all this sort of informed how I built Ashiriel in the game!

Cullen is Ashiriel's husband and I imagine they live happily ever after in the woods of ferelden, mutually healing from their extensive trauma 😌

Veren was my first inquisitor!

Veren is a precious little baby, new to the world just like me lmao. We both knew nothing going in to inquisition, so I was a stupid dumb dumb idiot and romanced Solas on my first playthrough with her.

We're both not over it.

Veren is a rogue (the only non-mage out of all my protags haha), but because she loved and trusted Solas, she kind of worked heeding his advice the whole game.

The one exception would be the well of sorrows - still reeling from the breakup she decided to ignore him that one time and... Well, we'll see what happens there, I suppose.

You bet your ass she's chasing that stupid egg across Thedas and beyond. Veren is hella determined and will stop at nothing to try to redeem Solas. Or maybe she's in denial, hard to say.

Anyway, I think that's it! If you managed to sit through all this rambling, thanks! Let me know what you think!

#illustration #my art #oc art #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #fanart

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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hello dear! i love your works so much and just have seen you write for wednesday?? (shame on me) if it's ok with you, can you please write hcs about xavier x jealous!reader? like she has a crush on him but thinks he's head over heels with wednesday so distance herself and become kinda passive-aggressive? i can see hurt/comfort and fluff but absolutely up to you! thank u in advance! take care!

how to get out of love

xavier thorpe x reader

warnings: angst, dumbass xavier

a/n: hello lovely, I know you asked for hcs but I overworked myself🫶 for all the early requests w similar tropes, I'm sorry I took so long!

part two

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If there was one thing you lacked that Wednesday Addams doesn't, it's the absence of a heart.

And your heart has been beating for the tortured artist since you've crossed paths.

He wasn't like all the other incels that made you uncomfortable or the bullies who made you cry, no.

He was just a gentle awkward and talented soul. That was why you liked him, one thing you two seemed to have in common is that you both feel immensely.

Yet these days it seemed he's been having less time to notice your lack of enthusiasm, not when he's busy trying to get new girl Wednesday Addams, resident sociopath, to notice him.

It's a lost cause! She doesn't want to be loved by him, you did, why couldn't he see that?

You were sure one of these days she'd end up giving him a piece of her mind, and you look forward to that day.

What you didn't expect, was her asking him to Rave'n Dance.

He seemed so happy you had to compose yourself from breaking down. "I thought we were going together?" You ask, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Either it worked or he was oblivious. "Yeah I know that, but c'mon, I've been waiting for ages for this chance-"

"oh yes her loyal dog at her beck and call." You mumbled, loud enough to reach his ears.

His words halted and he stares at you baffled.

"I've liked her for so long, you can't really expect me to bail this for you? How can you be so selfish?" Your eyes widen as he snaps at you.

"Selfish? I'm saying this because I care about you! Xavier, if she really liked you, she wouldn't wait this long to show it, she's been treating you like shit and you just take it."

He rolls his eyes and reach for his jacket to leave your dorm. "You know, you and Bianca would make really good friends, both so desperately insecure and manipulative."

You lose your voice as you watch him slam the door in your face.

The words doesn't sound like his, something so cruel could never come out of your sweet boy, and yet it did.

You breath out a sigh and feel your cheeks wet as tears fall down. If he wanted to get screwed over by her, then he can go ahead and take his chance.

°°°

Your play was to be held tonight, the tickets all have been sold and costumes been made, yet you still couldn't get in the right headspace.

Perhaps this deep melancholic sadness you're drowning in could help you embody Ophelia better, she was quite a tragic character.

You found yourself imagining your Xavier digging your grave and crying over your dead body as Hamlet did, would he come to regret his rejection of you when it's too late, as the prince did?

You shook your head and waved off your wild fantasies, life was anything but a Shakespeare play, thankfully.

And he had made his choice clear.

The play had been going well so far. Too well for your liking.

And as if the universe has been reading your mind, your Hamlet, Ajax, has accidentally stoned himself, forgetting the mirror in the props.

Laughter spread through the audience. At least they found it funny.

You stood in the middle dumbly, not sure how to continue. Your eyes glare at the vampires in their guards costumes.

"We need a replacement." You hissed, nearing them slowly.

"Is this a prologue or a the posy of a ring?" His voice booms through the stage.

He was wearing Ajax's costume, and if you weren't still upset with him, you'd say he looks exactly the part.

Besides the obvious tremble in his voice as he forces himself to read through Ajax's lines.

You had no idea who had voted for Xavier as replacement, you were sure that all the characters should have replacement actors, yet you could not find Ajax's.

He coughed a bit and you broke your trance, slightly shaking your head.

" 'Tis brief, my lord." You speak, moving into the arranged seats on stage for the scene.

He stares at you for a minute and you found yourself mouthing the lines at him as he immediately repeats it.

"-As woman's love." It might be a trick of light, as you notice how his eyes bore deeply into yours when he spoke the words.

°°°

The play had not gone too smoothly, Xavier proving that he wasn't exactly the best ik acting and theatres, and of course he could barely remember any of the lines, none his faults. The chaos that ensued however only made the crowd merrier, enjoying the random interruptions and the funny awkward moments on stage.

You smiled and shyly took some of the bouquets thrown for you before running backstage.

Your body was tired of the long standings and the heavily designed dress. You strip it off immediately and wrap yourself in your robe before sitting down to remove your makeup.

You breath hitches as you hear a knock on your door, having a feeling that you knew who it was.

You begrudgingly open the door and Xavier's face appears in front of you.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

He pursed his lips and stared at you with pleading eyes.

You sighed loudly and moved aside as he enters.

"Whatever it is, be quick, I'm dying to get to bed." You rushed him.

He nods and inhales before starting.

"You were right-" You scoffed and roll your eyes.

"Wow, barely a day and she's already left you?" You mock him and feel a sense of guilt slithering in as he turns to look down, avoiding your eyes.

"She never liked me, she thought I was the hyde, she was trying to frame me or something."

You frowned and all insults leave your mind. "She thought you, were the Hyde?" He nods and you huffed, baffled.

"That just proves she never really knew you then." You decided.

He looks back at you and steps closer to your standing build.

"No, she doesn't. Only you ever do."

Your eyes soften at his words but the constant reminder of his words and how easily he was willing to replace you still burned at the back of your mind.

"And yet I still wasn't enough." You mumbled clear enough for him to hear.

"You are enough -" He interjects and you cut him off. "Just not for you then?"

He turns silent and you watch him struggle to form words.

"If she had wanted to be with you, for real, you wouldn't be here would you?" Your voice meek as you ask.

Your eyes starts to water as you watch him stand quietly, looking down at the floor.

"I'm a fucking idiot." He whispers.

Tears fall down your face and you chest heaved loudly as you lose control and starts sobbing.

"I have always been here all along, through everything- Me! Not her, not Bianca, why don't you ever see me? I have always loved you for you!" His eyes widen you revel in his guilt stricken face.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't see you before, but i see you now-"

He startles and move towards you but your hands raise to push him away.

"No, I don't want you anywhere near me, get out."

"[name]-"

"You've said enough Xavier, I'm nothing but a second choice to you, I see that now, and I refuse to be your little pastime lapdog while you dream of someone else when you're with me."

He stares at you mouth agape and you roared at him; "I said, leave!"

Your voice makes him flinch and he rushes out the door, hands shaking as you notice his own bleary eyes.

Tonight you were his Ophelia, and like Hamlet, he was too late.

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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hello, can i ask for prompt 1 + family fic with william from moriarty the patriot pls 🙏🏻

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; slice of life; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of comedy; family!fic &kids!fic; daddy!william is so precious; pregnancy mention; xxi century; sfw

includes: female reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: hi! this request- so cute!

1. “Let’s watch some movies from Studio Ghibli (or Disney, or Pixar)!”

Every evening was a kind of ritual and the best form of relaxation for you, your husband and your two children; first you had supper together (usually delicious sandwiches with cheese and lots of vegetables, baked sausages and oatmeal cookies that your daughters absolutely loved), then it was time for a bath full of fun and laughter – your girls liked so much spending time in a bathtub filled with white foam. They also enjoyed to splash William with water and thus pretend to be two cute whales. At the very end, it was always time for fairy tales and conversations between the four of you. Of course, your daughters were the ones who set the rules so they always chose your evening entertainment. With a bowl full of popcorn, hot tea and dimmed lights, everything seemed to have its own unique atmosphere. When winter comes, the only light brighten up the living room were golden Christmas lights and candles. However, due to the fact that it was currently summer, only one small lamp in the corner of the room was on, not disturbing anything.

“... Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” Lily – your older daughter – screamed and jumping on the couch, and you just laughed as you turned on the TV. Netflix really was a useful thing in your apartment and you definitely couldn’t function without it. Especially when you had two kids.

“Yes!” Added your younger one – Sophia – and William caught her mid-jump and sat her down on the mattress, handing her a bowl of still-warm popcorn. “Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” She repeated the words of her sister two years older than her, then busied herself eating the salt corn, which crunched loudly in her mouth.

“I want to see Ariel!”

“Mommy, no! Please, please play movie with Merida! I miss Merida!” She spat a few grains onto the sheets. William sighed as he picked them all and placed everything on a handkerchief on the glass table next to the huge sofa.

“Hmm... How about Mulan?” You asked quite seriously, putting your hand on your left hip in the process. In your right hand you held a small black remote control and you were ready to turn on one of the fairy tales on the platform. Your daughters looked at you with wide eyes, then at each other and squealed happily, clapping their hands and nodding their heads in agreement. You sighed with relief. In the last month, you’ve watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ twelve times and ‘Brave’ fifteen times...

“Mulan! Mulan!” They screamed as they ran across the couch and you turned on the movie. William, on the other hand, tried to calm your kids, fearing that one of them would fall or, worse, break something. Although your daughters were your perfect little versions, they definitely had Albert’s character...

“Shush, peanuts! Focus on watching Mulan and Mushu’s adventures!” Your husband said seriously, though out of the corner of your eye you saw him fighting the urge to laugh at the sight of your laughing children.

When the Disney fairy tale began, and you sat next to the younger girl, you turned your head slightly to your partner, who was watching the well-known story with curiosity.

“... Wouldn’t you like to have third daughter?” You asked with a chuckle escaping your lips and William raised his right eyebrow.

“I’d prefer a son... At least we could watch ‘Cars’ or ‘Toy Story’...” He replied quite seriously and you just grabbed your stomach lightly. In the darkness, however, your beloved did not notice it.

Well... Maybe this time you both will have the son Will wants? But you didn’t want to tell your husband yet. His birthday was coming up soon, so you tried to keep it a secret until that day and make it a present.

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mixtape-racha · 8 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter nine: i'll be right back!

words: 1.79k // warnings: minor character death referenced, police presence, basically just lots of panic, main characters smoking a cigarette

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 005

(y/n) awoke with a start, someone hammering on her bedroom door like crazy. she rubbed her eyes, groggy from a lack of sleep, and an ache in her lower body from hers and felix’s late night activities. he had gone back to his own bed after, which (y/n) had pleaded with him to do because she couldn’t deal with the backlash from everyone else just yet.

“what?!” she called, annoyed at the interruption from her finally peaceful sleep. the door swung open, and minho walked in - a coffee in his hand, and his phone unlocked in the other.

“you need to get up, love. the principal called an emergency assembly in the auditorium in an hour… i think they found another body last night.”

(y/n)’s body went cold, her heart thumping in her chest. not again. at least she knew it wasn’t anyone in her dorm, everyone was home last night and minho would have said if anyone was missing.

he gently placed the coffee on her bedside table, a hand coming to rub her head affectionately.

“drink that and shower, yeah? once everyone’s up i’m going to make breakfast and we can all head down there together… you okay?” of course, minho noticed everything. he could tell from a mile away when she was going to cry, or scream, or throw up.

she just nodded softly, taking a sip of the coffee he had provided her - it was perfect, as usual.

“i’m good, min. just want this all to be over.” she sighed, her reassurance making him feel better about leaving her to get herself ready for the day.

although she probably shouldn’t have, (y/n) took her time showering - she gave herself time in the hot water to reflect on the past week, and ponder on what the future might hold. she hoped this emergency assembly wasn’t because of another murder, but deep down she knew there was no other reason for the university to be all up in arms like this.

after showering, she threw on one of chan’s old sweatshirts that his mom had kindly given her - distributing various items he owned between the people he held dearest - as well as jeongin’s favorite necklace (which she was given for the same reason, and rarely took off unless to shower). paired with some sweatpants and crusty, old sneakers, she knew she looked a mess but was too far gone too really care.

when she finally left her room half an hour after minho first came in, she knew she’d have to rush to eat in order to get to the assembly on time, but she couldn’t avoid eating until once she was back in fear of worrying the boys.

and minho hadn’t lied when he said he’d make breakfast for everyone - toast, sliced fruit, even more coffee in a jug was sitting on the kitchen table - she happily took a seat between hyunjin and felix to join the foodfest, smiling at seungmin across the table to appease his worried expression.

breakfast, surprisingly, went absolutely fine that morning. it was the first time since losing chan and jeongin that things had felt relatively bordering on normal. while a huge part of her heart was missing, (y/n) felt an overwhelming comfort in being surrounded by her boys, even though such awful circumstances lead to it.

slowly, the group of seven made their way onto the main campus, finding huge crowds of people lingering outside the auditorium. when everyone began slowly filing in, the group were quick to make sure they could be seated together. (y/n) was carefully seated between minho and felix, seungmin on minho’s other side and the remaining three seated directly in front of the others.

the hall was filled with hushed voices, all discussing what they think happened, who they think the newest victim was. in a way, the morbid curiosity was bringing the community together. (y/n) tired to tune out every mention of the last two victims - hearing chan and jeongin’s names falling out of people’s mouths so easily made her feel a bit nauseous. it was only when the principal made his way to the podium in the center of the stage that the room went silent.

“good morning, students and faculty alike. as i’m sure you can imagine, we have been working hard and tirelessly behind the scenes to avoid keeping our students safe while they are living on our campus. we pride ourselves on being the quietest campus in this region of the country, and our students safety will always be our top priority.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes at that, not really believing a word the principal said - really, he just cared about his reputation and sponsor donations to keep the sports community running.

“however, with a heavy heart, we have to tell you that the invisible attacker has claimed the life of a sixth student of the woodsboro college. our hearts go out to the family and friends of lee jinyoung, who spent the past two years serving as our student council president.”

it was then a few gasps rang out across the auditorium. lee jinyoung was such a bright and kind person, one (y/n) had come across many times while working on the winter ball’s planning committee last year. the principal went onto explaining that jinyoung’s parents had given his permission to share some details - like how his body had been found in an alleyway just a minute away from the dorm block (y/n) lived in. it was scarily close.

“we, as a staff, and also in compatibility with the local police force, have decided we can provide only a few solutions. all classes have been suspended until further notice. we will also be giving students the opportunity to choose between staying in their dormitories, or moving home or off campus, as in approximately four hours the campus will be put on full lockdown.

the police have kindly provided many officers to act as security around campus, and anyone leaving their dorm buildings after lockdown has begun will be escorted wherever they need to go. there will be a member of staff waiting in the lobby of each dormitory building when you return so you can confirm whether you will be staying, or leaving campus until we reopen. thank you.”

it felt like the entire auditorium was in shock, so silent you could hear a pin drop. no one knew what to say, how to act. the group of seven didn’t speak a word to one another until they’d left the auditorium and were congregated outside their dorm building. the stress was far too much, and (y/n) cursed as she dropped her lighter from her pocket.

she just needed a cigarette to calm her nerves, but even that couldn’t go right. changbin picked it up, lighting the tip of her roll-up for her with a soft smile.

“mind if it two’s it? i left my tin at the dorm.” (y/n) shook her head, handing the paper to changbin after she took a drag. they made small talk over the smoke, seungmin butting in to join or pinch a small drag once, but it was nice to have some one-on-one time with changbin while the others were discussing what the hell they should do.

it was only when they joined back into the circle, (y/n) tucking herself under jisung’s arm that changbin chimed in on the subject at hand.

“i mean… my parents are on a business trip until next friday, we can always go crash at mine? its more space than the dorms, and less restrictions on what we’re allowed to do.” he shrugged.

“well, to a certain extent,” minho added, side eyeing (y/n) carefully. “we still need to be cautious and sensible.”

the rest of the group ended up agreeing; planning to go back up to the dorm and pack whatever they needed before carpooling the changbin’s parents home the other side of town. it was a large house, but far enough on the outskirts of town to not have to worry about being caught in the middle. they could take a trip to the next town over to do their food shopping and for some air, and hopefully that would cover all bases they needed to worry about.

as they all headed in, and upstairs to begin their packing process, minho stayed a second to discuss their plans with the staff member waiting in the lobby. when he finally made it up to the dorm, he gathered everyone’s attention to clear up some things.

“okay, so obviously we need to be out of here in the next 3 hours at max, but thats plenty of time. we’re allowed to keep hold of our keys, and we don’t have to take all of our stuff. just enough to last us until they close up for summer, or reopen if that happens beforehand. changbin - you’re going to take jisung, (y/n) and felix in your car, and i’m going to take seungmin and hyunjin in mine. your car is bigger so it makes sense to put most people with you.”

everyone agreed, minho naturally filling the position as the dad of the group. he had a presence that commanded respect, and it was a quality (y/n) appreciated massively. she didn’t know what they’d do if they lost him too, it would be like a group of lost puppies without an owner left to fend for themselves.

they quickly began packing up anything they thought they might need, each restricting themselves to a suitcase and a duffle bag (maybe a backpack too, if necessary). it only took them all around an hour, going further to offer food to the students staying on campus that they had no need for when they’d be at changbin’s.

once they’d all figured everything out that they needed to in the dorms - turning off the boiler, making sure all the plugs were switched off - they headed to fill the cars up. (y/n) tried to make herself feel better by telling herself to see it as a vacation, but it was difficult. the police finding the case so cryptic, so confusing, with no obvious motive, that the entire had to go into lockdown.

and the drive to changbin’s was quiet. jisung had called shotgun, so (y/n) and felix were sat in the back, hands gently intertwined as a show of support for one another - felix was very sensitive, and (y/n) could tell he was finding it harder than everyone else.

when they pulled into the driveway as his massive family home, changbin just hoped they were out the way enough to escape the madness taking place in town.

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auntieinthemushroomhat · 1 month

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Analysing Why Williza Wouldn't Have Worked Out Through The Lens of a Pop Song

Hey, hi, hello!

This is not a post for the Willizas lol

I have no idea how many Stela Cole fans are among the Scarleteers, or, well, the ScarNashers.

This, I know it's a surprise, is not about Patrick and Eliza for once, but Eliza and William, though not in the best light, if that makes up for it, folks.

Stela has a new song called Blood Orange Wine and the lyrics kind of reminded me of Eliza's and William's relationship and how it lowkey went up in flames.

(I do feel I should acknowledge that, as far as I know, Stela's song is about a toxic relationship, which I don't think Eliza's and William's was, but if some of the lyrics fit, what can ya do?)

For your enjoyment:

1, just the title, Blood Orange Wine, itself: Eliza likes to drink wine, not beer, although she does drink whiskey, but usually in the presence of men eg. William, Patrick and probably Moses too (gosh I miss him)

2, I know it wasn't this extreme in the show, buuuut He knew the reasons I was scared of love - she was scared of entering a relationship with William, and I think the the reasons for that are:

a, he was her only family outside of Ivy, if it didn't work out, she would absolutely lose him (which happened in the end, and she didn't really get to have a say in the matter)

b, he was the only person she had ever felt romantic feelings for up until then

c, she had never been in a relationship, whereas William had been known for dallying with actresses, hell, he even courted her childhood bully

d, his image of the wife he wanted to marry differed so much from who Eliza is as a person, and Eliza, rightfully, didn't want to change herself completely just to fit that image

3, Told me he'd catch me if I fell, then he went running off - he confessed his love then upped and left, aka ran off, even though they were supposed to stick together since they were practically family, especially post-Henry's death

4, Knife to my throat until I opened up - again, I don't mean it literally, but he confessed his love, probably knowing Eliza wasn't ready, especially with the bomb that he was leaving for a year

5, He left me bleeding, now I'm freaking out - in that he left her to her own devices in regards to:

a, working out her feelings

b, knowing she was struggling to get cases at Nash & Sons and that she would no longer have access to Scotland Yard the same way without him, even with Fitzroy there (it's a bit redeeming though that he knew Nash was back to help Eliza)

c, knowing she had suffered a probably traumatic experience of not knowing whether he would live or die after getting shot

d, freaking out, as in she is sulking, or as she calls it, brooding, which is totally understandable, in my opinion, looking at the circumstances

6, Oh, I'm losing my forever, he only lets me down

a, Eliza and William were supposed to be endgame (still, I'm glad it didn't happen), they were each other's "forevers" right until they weren't

b, he only lets me down - she had to manipulate him in order to get him to help her, even though she needed his help, it wasn't (just) about her ambition

7, Wrapped around his finger, now my finger's wrapped around this glass

a, remember how important it was whenever they held hands or even their fingers touched?

b, in season 1, she regularly used her more womanly red dress to get him to do what she wanted, aka had him wrapped around her finger, because he wouldn't have helped her earn a living otherwise

Honestly, the more I wrote for this, the angrier I got. I still love William as a character, but they kinda fucked up his whole arc. Respect to Stuart for leaving, even if it wasn't because he saw that this would lead nowhere.

All of this, I think, supports why Patrick is a much better match for Eliza, even just as a friend and partner, but also as a potential love interest.

#miss scarlet and the duke #miss scarlet pbs #msatd #eliza scarlet #william wellington #anti-williza #patrick nash #scarnash #hopefully i won't get too much flack for this xd

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trans-queen-administrator · 8 months

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Sometimes I think about the intrinsically doomed tragedy of Lisa loving Taylor and frantically trying to prevent her self destruction by doing absolutely everything for her while refusing to let down her own walls, and when she is genuine and lets Taylor see through the facade it's not enough to keep her and she still leaves both times. Or I think about the unbreakable bond and trust between Rachel and Taylor where Taylor is the only one who tries to communicate properly with her and does so much to help to the point where Rachel would trust her with literally anything which means she trusts Taylor to have a plan even when Taylor's plan is to throw herself away. Or I think about Brian and Taylor's friendship and later relationship that happened because Brian needed some way to deal with the horror of what Bonesaw did without letting down his walls because if he stops appearing in control he'll crack and they just both tried and failed so hard to be normal, but if things went differently they could have been happy together. Or I think about Taylor and Alec and how Alec saw her as a good normal how Taylor never really understood him even at the end and didn't even like him because she can't acknowledge their similarities and maybe if things were different they could grow to understand each other a bit more. Or I think about Taylor and Aisha and how Aisha went from being a mischievous gremlin constantly to losing her best friend and then her brother and then she had to stand by Taylor and sing to her as she broke and faded as a person while fully knowing she was going to lose another friend and having that confirmed when Taylor seized her body and held a knife to her throat. And every time I think about all the tragedies of loving Taylor Hebert, the ways things could have gone differently and everyone could have been happy if things were tweaked in the slightest way, I remember the glory of fanfiction and bask in the knowledge that other people feel this and will write their own fics where the characters get a better ending, and life is good.

And then I go on AO3 and I remember that 35% of fanfic in this wretched fandom is alternate powers for someone named Taylor who definitely isn't acting like her, 18% is revenge fantasies against the bullies where Taylor is harsher to Sophia specifically hmmm I wonder why, 22% is Taylor in the most unrealistic sanitized relationship ever written where everyone is out of character and reading it feels like eating styrofoam, 13% is attempting to redeem Purity or Rune or someone else in the E88, 11% has Greg as a main character with epic gamer powers, and the remaining 1% is actually readable original fanfic. I'm so tired. Why are so so many people shipping some combination of Taylor, Victoria, and Amy. Who the fuck is writing Polysiders. Why is 80% of this written and read by people who haven't read Worm and smugly believe that the absolute garbage fanfics they've read are better because nothing bad happens. I'm going insane I can't take this.

#worm #parahumans #wormfic #I want to kill #every day I open AO3 hoping for something good because I can't get worm out of my head #and boom #dallon sandwich #infinite period as punishment for the bullies #Taylor fixed by a single kiss #Aisha / Kaiser #restart the entire fucking fandom #burn it to the ground #except tilt #roma fade too #those can stay

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morally-grey-girlbosses · 9 months

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The top two characters will be eligible for entry into the bracket!

Teddy the Pomeranian is owned by the submitter's local dog cafe, and the image used was distributed on that company's public Instagram account for promotional purposes. Fira the cat is owned by @notblueferet, image used with permission. Mashed Potato the rabbit is owned by @boba-thot, image used with permission. Image used for White Gladys is an actual orca involved in the attacks believed to have been orchestrated by White Gladys, though it cannot be determined if it is the original herself. Penelope the Platypus lived and died in the 1940s-1950s and I was not able to find digitized photos of her. (If anyone has any, please send them to me.) A generic image of a platypus was used to represent her.

Propaganda under the cut.

Praying Mantis:

They murder their mates after fucking, then eat their heads. Slay. Girlboss. Morally gray. You understand.

Anglerfish:

youtube

Tapeworm:

this bitch lives inside of people for long periods of time, living off of them. aint that cool

Blobfish:

she got held by a generic white man but still stays strong, she deserves the world, Plus she lives at crushing depths in the sea and that's great too (the photo is what she looks like in her natural habitat)

Licherally just look at them. don’t tell me they wouldn’t destroy worlds on a whim

Betta:

I think that male bettas are pretty well known for being little murder gremlins at this point, but the females really deserve the title of morally ambiguous girlboss. Unlike the males, you can put multiple female bettas in a tank together and they usually won’t fight to the death immediately. And people usually assume that that means their tank is peaceful now. No, you put multiple female bettas in a tank and they are all just biding their time, ready to start the murderfest whenever they feel they’re strong enough. But they’re also really sweet to humans and if you set up the tank correctly and pay close enough attention to it then bettas sororities can work, so I think they deserve the title of morally ambiguous girlboss

Teddy:

Honestly she's beautiful, she loves belly rubs, she is plotting something. She's hbic. She's going to take over the world one day. She's sneaky but also has a love of pink chairs. She's an icon

White Gladys:

Miss Orca was harmed by boats and then plotted revenge by teaching other orcas how to attack boats and they all went on the sink yatchs <3

Penelope:

girl faked a pregnancy for extra food and ESCAPED THE PLATYPUS ENCLOSURE when the jig was up, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. girlboss behavior if i've ever seen it.

Fira:

You could say she is... Morally.. GREY (I'm sorry)

Mashed Potato:

She is sometimes so so sweet and honestly she's an absolute icon really but also she eats my curtains and that's kind of a dick move

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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because i'm an absolute slut for daniel larusso (and because you said you love asks about the og characters): imagine a scenario where he and the reader get freaky on his birthday in his nice new car. it starts with a simple makeout - they're in the front seat, top down, night air crisp and chilly. they're holding each other in each other's arms, lips all over each other's skin, hands roaming up and down each other's backs and through each other's hair. the kisses gradually travel lower, towards the necks. (daniel knows his ma will have a fit when she sees the hickies littered across his skin.) eventually they pull away and gaze at each other, knowing that they both need more. he admires her, his eyes scanning over her body, imagining all of what's about to go down which just makes him more eager and impatient. slowly she moves out of the seat and lowers herself down to her knees in front of him, hands moving to the button of his pants.

i'll leave it to you, but let's just say daniel had a very happy birthday that night. 😏

(making out, public sex, oral male receiving, slight face fucking,implied penetration sex, unsafe sex,) (unedited) (Edited Version)

When the little yellow car magically showed up outside readers house in the middle of the night, glistening brown eyes and the sliver of bright white teeth from the smile of Daniel LaRusso beckoning her out of her house. She couldn’t help but smile and jump into the passenger side seat with a giggle. The idea of running off for the night in her boyfriends new car, on his birthday, made her vibrate in her seat and her stomach bubble with excitement. The car quickly sputtered to life and the two of them where off. She held onto Daniel’s arm for a while as the two road along multiple California streets, the two of them traveling father out of two within a hour or so of driving. She secretly wondered where Daniel was taking them.

Daniel finally turned off onto a old dirt road. A small sign indicated that it was a small cliff off over looking a old look off. The car slowed as they finally made it to the small empty parking lot over looking the cliff. It was completely empty. Daniel parked the old car and turned the engine off. The two pulled apart for a moment as he just turned to stare at her for a good few minutes. Their eyes meet and what felt like forever they just admired one another.

“ mr. Miyagi gave me this car for my birthday and the only thing I could think of was taking you out with it. I thought maybe we could just spend the night out here watching the stars and stuff, I know you like that stuff, back home I really couldn’t go out and just look at the stars. It was always to crowded. I just thought it was something we could share together…”

His voice was low and gentle, almost like he was trying yo whisper it out.

She couldn’t help but kiss him, his goofy grin made her heart flutter. His nose bumped against her making her smile into the kiss even more. His lips felt so soft against hers that she couldn’t help but gently suck on his bottom lip for a split second. The small kisses quickly turned into more deep ones. They could hardly breath as short kisses turned into a full blown make out session. Daniel’s hands slowly moved under her T-shirt and ghosted across her stomach and ribs. She felt every time his finger tips guide over one of her ribs. It made her belly tight and her core hot. The longer his tongue slipped into her mouth the more wet she could feel her folds becoming.

They finally pulled back from each other, panting out as they separated. Daniel’s lips shinned in the moonlight from over head, glinting with a mixture of their spit. Her lips quickly reattached to him as she started sucking fat hickeys into his tan skin. Within minutes his neck was covered in a trail of dark marks. He let out small whimper’s that only fueled her to keep going. She smirked against his now slightly clammy skin, the stupid button up he had on was quick to undue a bit. His soft pec’s where exposed as her fingers dug into the tight but still mildly soft flesh of his tits. She licked a fat strip up his tit before sucking a fresh hickey into the unmarked flesh. His nipple hardened as he groaned, her hot mouth making quick work to suckle at it.

She smirked for a moment as one of her hands found the seat release on the side, she made a quick jerk and let the seat go back a bit. Daniel’s eyes shot open at the sudden movement. He only gulped as he watched her shimmy off his lap and onto the floorboard of the drivers seat. She smirked up at him as she ran a hand over his clearly hard cock though the thick material of his jeans. Her teasing was short lived as she started to unzip his jeans. At that moment she couldn’t stop herself from pulling both his jeans and his boxers down in one hard pull.

His jeans pooled around his mid thighs as his hard dick sprung out. It twitched at the cool air of the car. The flush on Daniel’s cheeks was evident as he looked down at her. The longer he looked at her, the more pre stated to bead at his tip. It slowly spilled over and ran down his angry pink head and down his pretty uncut shaft.

Within a second she was licking it up. Her hands fondled his balls and her tongue lavished up his shaft and kitten licked at his head. Her tongue swirled around his slit before taking his head into her mouth. Daniel moaned as he arched a bit in his seat, he tried his best to keep his eyes open as she slowly took him into her mouth. One of his hands gripped at the side of his seat while the other found its way into her hair and onto her head. She started to take more of him into her mouth, she tried her best to loosen the back of her throat for him.

It felt like hour’s before Daniel was face fucking his pretty girlfriend in his car.

With every thrust of his hips the tip of his dick meet the back of her throat. With every thrust he grunted out, breathing heavy with every movement. He loved the way she gagged a little every time he trusted back in, the way her plush lips meet the base of his cock, taking him balls deep into her pretty throat and mouth. He loved the way that spit and cum spilled from around her lips and over hid shaft. He loved the mess she was making over his fat cock. He hissed as she sucked harder around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she worked him over in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him. He felt his balls draw up and his dick twitch.

He knew he was close, he could feel the coil in his stomach start to tighten up. He could only grunt out “I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming!” His hands fisted in her hair. Before he could even stop himself he was face fucking her by her hair. His hands gripped at the back of her hair as he used her mouth like a toy. She moaned around him, looking up at him with teary half lidded eyes. She sucked even harder as she gripped at his thighs.

His hips stilled as ge thrusted one last time into her hot wet mouth and his hot load spurted down her throat. He watched as she gulped down every spurt of his seed. He moaned as her throat basically milked his dick with every twitch. After he completely stilled abs slumped back into his seat, panting with closed eyes. He whimpred as he felt her finally pull away from him. His now soft cock slipped from her wet lips with a small pop.

He hissed at the feeling of his warm wet cock meeting the chilly night air. His eyes snapped open as something completely new ran over his over sensitive dick once again. He looked down to find that now his girlfriend was straddling his seat, her hips over his lap. Her own jeans had been discarded somewhere in the car and her underwear no where to be seen.

Her drooling soft folds covered his now hard dick. Her folds where slippery with her own juice’s, some of it dripped from her twitching hole and onto his pelvis and thighs. Her swollen clit bummed against his tip.

“Oh Daniel, you didn’t think the fun was over did you? That was just your first birthday present of the night. I think I have a few more up my sleeve. I think you will like the next one, I sure will~”

#karate kid confession #the karate kid series #karate kid fanfiction #karate kid blog #karate kid imagine #karate kid #karate kid smut #cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #daniel larusso #daniel larusso smut #cobra kai x reader #x reader #reader insert #daniel larusso x reader #smut

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undercover--bunny · 8 months

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🦆Regressor!Sanji Headcanons (Bc I love him and he deserves happiness)🦈

⚠️Tw! Brief mentions of smoking

-Regresses pretty young, around 2 to 4 years old

-100% a stress regressor. After all he's been through with his family and his life, it makes sense that he would crave a childhood better than the one he actually had. He's too stubborn to ask for help though and definitely tried to hide his regression once he realized what it was. Anytime he regressed early on he thought he was just being overdramatic and weird, but once he put the pieces together he completely shut himself off from regression out of shame, until the crew later convinced otherwise

-He's really, really shy when little. Always hiding behind people or talking super quiet. Partially due to trauma, partially due to anxiety. He sticks particularly close to Robin and Nami because of that, they remind him of his mother

"Sanij-kun? Hey, is something wrong?" Nami asked, glancing down in worry at the blonde who had stopped talking about fish and had ducked behind her. Across the room, Zoro and Luffy, who had just entered, fell quiet.

"Sanji?" Robin tried next, working off a hunch. "Are you alright, little one?" She asked, voice taking on a softer tone.

A pair of nervous blue eyes peaked back at Nami and Robin, then they darted to Luffy and Zoro. He shook his head sheepishly. "Got nervous..." He admitted.

Nami glanced at the two, before putting an arm around Sanji's shoulders and smiling down at him. "Don't worry, Sanji-kun. I won't let them mess with you. If they try, I'll make 'em pay." She said, before snickering to herself and adding. "Literally."

-Always has something in his mouth, be it a paci, a bottle or a teether. If he doesn't have something to chew on he gets really fussy and nervous. It's like a substitute for his smoking habit when big, as much as he hates to think that way

-Little Sanji absolutely adores fish and the ocean and will babble about them for hours if given the chance. Sometimes Robin will sit with him in the Aquarium Bar in the Thousand Sunny and let him tell her facts about the fish or ramble about the "All Blue" and how badly he wants to see it

-He really likes playing pretend! His favorite to play with is Usopp, because he always got super in character, especially when he got to be the hero!

-When he's little, Luffy and Usopp adopt him as their little brother and proceed to get him into all sorts of stupid little adventures. They were eventually banned from watching him alone because the other Strawhats couldn't take the constant heart attacks

-Has the cutest little giggles and smiles ever. They're incredibly infectious and heartwarming

-Zoro has no idea how he's supposed to act around Sanij when he's regressed, so he just ends up acting like an annoying older brother. He teases him and tries to ruffle him up sometimes, but usually treats him a lot like how he does Chopper

Zoro glared down at the pouty cook in front of him, Sanji glaring back with equal annoyance. Normally Zoro would've taunted him, called him a bastard to start a fight, but it was difficult to be genuinely annoyed with his rival when Sanji's glare was accompanied by a pouty lip and puffed up cheeks. The swordsmen huffed, before leaning down and poking the mini cooks for head, earning him a more confused look. He smirked.

"Lemon." Was all he said, but the nickname was enough to make Sanji shove his hand away in childlike frustration. Much like a lemon, Sanji made a sour face before yelling back; "Moss!" at the big jerk!

Zoro merely choked off a laugh at the mini cook's expression.

Even when Nami piped up by asking; "Are you seriously picking a fight with a four-year-old, Zoro?"

-He's very affectionate, loves to be held, cuddled, carried, you name it. Luffy, Usopp, Nami and Chopper all spoil the heck out of him because of it. This boy is never starved of affection ever again and they'll make sure of that!

-He likes to play "cook" for the crew sometimes. He'll make them little pretend meals just like he does when he's big! His favorite to play this game with is Brook, cuz' he's always so silly about it!

-When Sanjis little he loves to be around Chopper because 1. Baby Sanji loves animals, 2. Baby Sanji loves soft things and 3. Chopper is both. Chopper pretends that he hates being pet like an animal, but he not-so-secretly puts up with it because Sanji's babbling is adorable

-^^Jumping off of this, Sanji didn't have many (If any?) stuffed animals growing up and when Usopp learned about this he was so upset about it that when the Strawhats arrived at an island for supplies and bought him a stuffed shark and a stuffed duck. They've become Sanji's comfort items ever since

-The Strawhats have almost adopted so. many. animals. because of little Sanji getting attached to random strays. Even worse when Luffy, Usopp or Chopper get roped in;

"For the last time Luffy, no! We are not keeping the snake!" Nami repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

Sanji, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper all looked up at her with big, puppy-dog eyes before exclaiming in unison; "Pleeeeease Nami??"

Nami stared at them for a moment, before drawing in a sharp breath and turning to Zoro then desperately saying; "Zoro tell them no—!"

#tw smoking #one piece agere #agere #agere blog #agere community #sfw agere #agerespace #agere writing #agere headcanons #Regressor!Sanji

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donnas-dollface · 1 year

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anonymous asked: Donna and y/n dancing in the rain together would be adorable

a/n: *giggles in hopeless romantic* indeed indeed

characters: Donna Beneviento x GN Reader

The Rain;

" The rain falls for you

The same way I do:

unapologetically,

over and over… "

THE ROMANIAN SUMMERS NEVER FAILED TO BRING RAIN TO THE VILLAGE. It was something you always looked forward to. The soft rumble of the thunder, the quick lightning strikes. It was comforting. It was also a help, considering you were the gardener of the Beneviento estate. The flowers thrived on the moisture and it always made your job a little easier with shoveling out the weeds. Sometimes you stood under the porch of the house, satisfied with the way the flowers bloomed many different colors.

Little did you know, somebody else was admiring the pop of color to the estate. The Lady Beneviento didn't show herself to you, at first. But she usually quietly stood from her window, looking and marveling from afar. When you felt eyes on you and peered at the window only to see the curtains swaying a bit, that was her. In the winter months, the house looked a bit depressing and bleak, so she sought out a part-time gardener for the spring months. And you certainly kept to your word about fixing and tidying everything. It was absolutely beautiful now.

Angie was the one to express your employer's amazement. You'd become rather close with the doll, as it was nice to hear her while you worked. In the beginning of your new job, you'd see the doll looking curiously at you. Eventually, she started bringing out little sandwiches and tea/water out (per Donna's request). When the flowers began to bloom, she excitedly ran to examine them.

"Wow! Y/N, Y/N come look!"

"Yes Lady Angie, pretty soon the peonies will start to bloom more too."

"OoOoo! Donna's gonna be so pleased to see!"

"Donna?"

"Yeah silly! Oh wait… Uhh she's the lady who hired you."

"Lady Beneviento?"

"Yep! She thinks you're really pretty!"

"What?"

Donna was extremely embarrassed that Angie said that. Her and her doll's connection was there, but that didn't mean she was able to control what came out of her mouth. Angie learned to keep her mouth quiet after Donna scolded her, but she knows her creator's true feelings. She found you attractive. The doll-maker admired how pretty you looked when the sun hit you in a certain way. The way you'd stand in the rain unbothered. Somehow, in any weather, you looked absolutely stunning.

It took her a while to muster up the courage, but finally she managed to catch you. Your work day was going as any other would, trimming the hedges and checking on the veggies you'd been asked to plant by Angie. You didn't even hear the door open and shut.

"... The flowers are very beautiful."

"HMPH-"

You quickly turned your body to face the veiled woman, scared outta your own mind. She tensed, putting her hand out. What a way to make a first impression.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry."

Quickly, you composed yourself, clearing your throat and cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"Oh no, it's okay! I'm glad you like them!"

And thus, you and Donna began to slowly become friends. She was as quiet as a mouse, but after a while, she left her shell. You'd grown accustomed to her presence, as she usually sat on the porch after you'd brought a table and a few chairs for it. Sometimes, you'd chat, learning little things about one another.

"Hey, if I were to bring a porch swing, would you trust me enough to install it?"

"... Hm, where would you put it?"

"I think right here would be nice don't you think?"

"... Yes, I think so too."

Eventually, it was little graces of touches. She'd be handing you a cup of tea, and your fingers would graze her's just for a moment. One time, you were having a hard day, which was obvious because of the tears in your eyes. Your hand was on the table, and she gently leaned over to take it into hers.

"I'm here."

And maybe she held it for a little too long. Maybe.

She loved your goofy side. And you loved to make her giggle or chuckle. It sounded like music to your ears. You couldn't see her face, and she was glad because her cheeks would flush pink…

Today was another rainy day, only this time you were sitting with Donna enjoying a nice warm cup of tea. The conversation had become quite a while ago, but you didn't mind. Sometimes you and Donna sat in silence, just enjoying each other's company. She'd had the door opened, airing the house out after an incident with one of the dolls catching fire. But she also had her record player playing, a soft melody.

"Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une grande part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie"

She noticed how you placed your cup down nervously, standing up and making your way to her. Quizzled, she looked up under her veil to see you with a nervous smile.

"Dance with me?"

"..."

She held her hand out and you took it into your own. She giggled quietly when you led her out into the rain. All the romance novels she'd read had her hoping for this moment. And it was quite blissful. The rain bothered neither of you, and your arm around her waist had her flushing red. As the record came slowly to an end, she removed her hand from yours, gently moving her veil to the side to reveal only the lower portion of her face.

Her lips curled into a smile, as she leaned in, pecking you on the cheek.

oh, how you looked forward to the rain…

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fushiglow · 4 months

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if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

When I'm hyperfixating on a special interest, I find it really hard to remember anything that previously held my attention lol — so I'm struggling to answer this question, anon! I'm not a huge shipper usually, and I'm incredibly unenthusiastic about ship wars so I generally don't get involved.

That said, there are tons of ships I like in Jujutsu Kaisen. SatoSugu and Megumi are pretty much all I post about on here, but I've gained a few followers recently so it's probably worth saying because I've seen a lot of ship discourse elsewhere in the fandom recently:

If you're reading this and you really hate any of the ships I mention in this post, feel free to unfollow if it's that big a deal to you.

I'm really not interested in arguing about ships — because it just isn't that deep, I have limited free time to give to fandom and I'd rather spend it on things I love — so please don't get into that with me. However, if it's not a big deal to you, great to have you around! ♥

So, Jujutsu Kaisen ships I like below the cut:

Obviously, SatoSugu* has really captured my imagination. I don't think I've ever shipped anything as hard as I ship those two, but I talk about them all the time so I won't go into any more detail.

Other than that, I like GojoHime which I know is blasphemy for a SatoSugu shipper (I'm kidding, there's a bunch of us who ship both) but I don't think one has to preclude the other (after all, Gojo has two hands 👀). I've written two canonverse fics for GojoHime, and I've gently implied a former romantic relationship between SatoSugu in both.

I think lots of people read too deeply into the "she hates him" thing. Is he a bit of a dick to her? Absolutely, but treating Utahime like she's just a victim of the terrible Gojo Satoru takes away from her character — because she gives as good as she gets! I adore the contradiction in how she presents herself as this prim and proper miko, but she's actually a little firecracker who loses her temper easily and throws things at people and drinks heavily. Don't take that away from her, it's what makes her fun!

To me, it's obvious that their dynamic is designed to provide comic relief, but they trust each other when it comes down to it. In fact, I'd argue their bickering is evidence of that — if you're a polite person, you don't bicker with people you're not comfortable with. More than that, I like how Utahime is set up as a bit of a foil to Gojo. It's been said before, but there's a poetry in her technique making the 'strongest' stronger, especially considering that he goes to this character he's historically called weak to ask for help in the biggest fight of his life. Delicious!

Beyond that, I casually enjoy a bunch of other JJK ships. I don't actively seek out or create content for them, but I enjoy some of the art and fic when I come across it. Namely:

SaShiSu, in any configuration. SatoShoko is appealing to me for reasons I touched on in response to a question about Gojo's relationship with Shoko. SuguShoko is hot, simply because I think both characters are hot and they look hot together lol. I can even get behind poly SaShiSu!

OkkoFushi, because of Megumi's ~one line~ about respecting his senpai. It's essentially a crack ship, but I have the silliest little headcanon that Gojo brought Megumi to meet the first years sometime during JJK 0 and Megumi developed his first crush — see this adorable art for reference.

ItaFushi, ItaJun, and YutaMaki because they're all harmless and adorable.

GojoKen, because I love the potential for toxic angst.

KenTen, because "goodbye, old friend" — I'm sorry, what??? 👀

ShokoHime and ChosoYuki because they're all sexy as hell.

NobaMai, because they have sizzling chemistry.

KiraKari and MechaMiwa, because they're both canon as far as I'm concerned.

ShiuToji, because they're "business partners" — sure, guys!!

NanaGo, purely for the cute single dads art.

SukuGo, but only in a non-canon setting. They should have been besties in canon though 😔

Finally, the controversial one. Sukuna can stay the hell away from Megumi in canon (🥲) but I quite like SukuFushi in a specific AU setting — especially if Yuji and Sukuna are brothers in it! I have a soft spot for the Itadori twins, and I'm into the idea of big bully Sukuna meeting his match in his brat of a brother's quiet best friend with the deceptively sharp tongue (and knuckles).

However, I personally find that a lot of people mischaracterise Megumi in his ships and take away the aspects of his character that I really love (come on, he beat people the hell up at school!) so I'm not super into Megumi ships in general, despite the fact that he's my best boy.

As you can see, I'm really not that fussy about ships. In the past, I've definitely read fic featuring a side pairing that I'm not super into, but it won't stop me reading a good fic if there's a pairing I don't like in it. Sometimes, if it's well-written, I might even end up a fan!

Outside of JJK, there really isn't much. I don't follow many other animanga, but I think AkiAngel is a gorgeous ship and EreMika is cute although a bit bland. I think that's it though... Sorry this wasn't really what you asked for, but thank you for the question! ♥

*I just use the popular ship name, but I don't have any strong preferences when it comes to sexual dynamics so the name order isn't important to me — that goes for all the ships I like!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #呪術廻戦 #satosugu #gojohime #sashisu #yuutafushi #sukufushi #ask fushiglow

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Replaying Lunar on stream has been kinda wild, like man there are some things I either missed 20 years ago or completely forgot about.

Like how rotten these punk kids are! I feel like a mortified chaperone leading a field trip that's gone completely off the rails, half the time I'm reading out their dialog. Kyle and Nash are definitely the worst offenders, but Jessica's earned herself a slap on the wrist a couple times too.

Nall can be annoyingly childish, but he's not dipped into the abhorrent social behavior nearly as much. Mia and Alex remain on good terms with me, by being blessedly quiet most of the time.

I miss Ramus, he was my good boy! The one braincell that held the party together! He gets a bad rap for some misogynistic comments he makes, but those get completely blown out of the water by Kyle's toxic 90's "it's funny to hate women" masculinity. And to be honest, Ramus' two points of character flaw effectively cancel themselves out:

Whines that Luna shouldn't come on the adventure because "girls just keep guys from having fun." (A very mild and childish form of misogyny. )

Later hires a squad of bunnygirls to work in his store, proving that maybe he's grown and learned that his prior protestations were unfounded. (And his employees adore him, so he's definitely not mistreating them!)

And then there's Luna. Dear sweet, angry and tormented Luna. She also earned a few slaps on the wrist due to some carelessly judemental comments, but was mostly well behaved while she was with us.

Some of her dialog was written to be nagging, but I chose to interpret those moment as raw anger and it really adds to her character I think. She has every right to be angry, growing up in the worst village on Lunar!! Surrounded by weirdos who shipped her with her brother-by-adoption from the moment she showed up!!!

Oof, that's a plot quirk that I didn't pick up on the first time I played the game. WD did a decent job trying to bury it, but there are a few moments of "I miss OUR parents, Alex" that really had me feeling the Folger's holiday awkwardness.

Tbh, the main thing WD did to hide the lede was avoid publishing that Luna and Alex have the same surname (something that later game localizers didn't bother hiding,) and calling Luna a foundling as often as possible. Idk, maybe it's just me, but if you grow up from infanthood together, nursed by the same woman, and call the adults raising you "mom and dad".... you're siblings. It doesn't matter that you're not related by blood, you experienced the sibling relationship dynamic and therefore it is still incestuous to date eachother. Ew.

More worryingly, there's the argument that the Noah's didn't raise Luna as their daughter, but just as a "foundling." What does that entail? A cold, emotionally neglectful distance. An orphan kept close at hand only for her miraculous ability to keep their "real" kid from crying 24/7. (According to one early tie-in manga.) That's worse, I hate that. Though.... that would explain a lot of Luna's anger and frustration.

Does the second scenario make a romantic relationship between Luna and Alex okay? No. If anything, it makes it even worse.

It's too bad there's basically no mental health support on Lunar, because all these kids need intensive counseling of one sort or another.

Last night was the first appearance of Tempest and Fresca, two kids that I always forget, like, exist in the game. They're introduced like they matter, but, well... if you stick with my streams, we'll probably uncover why I'm so lukewarm on those characters either this upcoming Sunday or the Sunday after that (depending on whether Myght's tower is as annoying as I remember it being or not.)

For all my grousing, I still love the cast of Lunar so much. They are an absolute mess, in a way I don't see from other rpgs of that era or any other era if I'm honest. An endearing mess. I could just use a little less of some of the worst stuff that was mostly left behind in the 90's and early 00's.

On the other hand, sometimes it's good to be reminded of the things society has grown past. Because nostalgia can be a very dangerous thing.

(Also, I really need to work on writing out my Queer Lunar Thesis. Because I've got a queer reading for every one of these characters. Maybe even Tempest and Fresca? We'll have to get through their story before I can make up my mind on them. It'll be hilarious if they turn out to be the only hetero cis characters on the moon.)

#lunar silver star story complete #lunar rambles

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beefromanoff · 1 month

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Going Under Ch. 34

summary: the next morning, Bucky sees a doctor for his injuries, Steve and Nat fly in and get caught up.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: wake me - bleachers

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: i'm baaaack! I really wanted to let the last chapter sink in for a while, so I've been writing for my other story (master list) but this one isn't over yet! the main story arc is pretty much complete, but if you love this story and want me to keep going for the sake of fluff and fun and these characters we love, just let me know! I have so much fun writing them and I love to hear that you guys love it, too.

thank you to @charmedbysarge and @wasalreadyhere for the love and reviews on the last chapter and making me feel special. ily ily ily.

XO, ENJOY

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"You better mean it. Once you say those words, I'm never letting go of you again." He met her gaze with a seriousness that matched hers.

She leaned forward, gently resting her hands on his cheeks as she leaned close and pressed the softest kiss to his swollen lips. "I mean it," she whispered.

Gianna's heart fluttered as she gazed into Bucky's eyes, the intensity in them threatening to overtake her. Their lips had just met in a tender kiss, the first in weeks. Her breaths were shallow. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The world around them, the pain and the heartache of the past few weeks, all of it faded away. All that was real sat across from her, bruised and blue-eyed, and so heartbreakingly beautiful.

Before she could take another breath, he moved. One hand cupped her cheek and the other grasped the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in the still-wet ringlets. He pulled her close, leaning forward with the slightest groan to meet her in the middle. Their lips collided. The kiss was deep, desperate, all-encompassing. Her hands held his head, grounding her, reminding her that this was real. He was here. He was finally here.

His hand trailed down her back, holding her so close to his chest that she could feel his heartbeat. Or maybe that was the throbbing of his swollen ribs. Shit.

“Bucky,” She pulled away breathlessly, worry etched on her face. His eyes were hazy, still focused on her lips.

“No,” He muttered, voice low. “Not yet.”

His lips met hers again, warm and familiar and greedy. Gianna felt herself sigh into the kiss. How long had she been waiting, dreaming of this? The past few weeks had felt like withdrawing from a drug. Now, here she was, high all over again. His lips worked in perfect sync with her own, slow and deliberate, but unrelenting. Parting his lips, Bucky gently angled her head in his palm, his tongue tracing hers as her own lips separated. Gianna’s heart pounded in her chest, her stomach, her toes.

She wanted him, all of him, now and tomorrow and always. She wanted him in her bed, on her counter, on this goddamn dining room table. She wanted his kiss, his smile, his groggy morning eyes, his laughter, his tears, his darkness and all of his light. She wanted everything. She wanted it so badly she felt another round of hot tears spill out and streak down her face. He must have felt it on his hand, pulling away from the kiss, brows knit together.

“What’s wrong?”

She titled her head, running a hand along the side of his face, tracing his jawline. “Absolutely nothing. Everything is right.” She leaned in, and gently kissed his cheek, lips featherlight on the bruise there. “Almost everything.”

Bucky gave her a half-grin, hands still holding her close. Removing one from her back, he ran his thumb along her lower lip, wiping the corner. “Almost everything.” Glancing down, she saw blood on his thumb. His blood. “Sorry.” His eyes showed anything but regret.

“I’m not.” As if to prove it, she leaned back in and kissed him, hard. He tasted perfect and salty and metallic, sweat still coating his skin and fresh blood leaking from the newly opened split lip. His hands tightened on her lower back as he shifted beneath her. The kiss was sloppy, tears and blood and long overdue kisses all melting together to create one intoxicating cocktail. Time became a long forgotten concept.

As they parted, Gianna's concern returned as she noticed the subtle grimace on Bucky's face, a silent testament to the pain he was enduring. With gentle fingers, she traced the outline of the bruise marring his jawline, her touch tender yet tinged with worry.

"Bucky, we really should to get you to a doctor," she urged softly, her voice laced with apprehension. Bucky's response was a barely perceptible shake of his head, his gaze unwavering as it met hers.

“I’m fine.” His eyes remained fixed on her lips. “See?” Again, he shifted beneath her, showing her just how fine he was.

Biting her lip, Gianna did her best to extinguish the fire inside her. “Buck, I’m not going anywhere. We have time.” She tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear. “I promise.”

His eyes flicked up to hers. “Just…not yet. I want to be here with you," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. “Let me have tonight.”

“I’m calling Steve first thing tomorrow morning. You’re seeing a doctor.” Her eyes narrowed at his grin.

“Fine.” He leaned back in to kiss her, but Gianna gently gripped his chin.

“No extracurriculars tonight, either. You are in no condition.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but Gianna pressed her palm to his chest, putting light pressure against his collarbone. He instantly grimaced, leaning back in the chair. “Point proven.”

He looked like he wanted to argue again, but knew she was right. They had time. This, them together, it was long overdue, but it wasn’t going anywhere. He had waited for months to even get to kiss her. Then he’d lost her, and spent weeks agonizing over what he’d lost, not knowing if he’d ever find it again. Now, she was here, on his lap, staring down at him with worry-laced green eyes. The world felt like it had stopped spinning. If that was the case, if time had truly stopped and they were to live in this moment, in this apartment, with only each other for the rest of time…he’d thought he made it to Heaven after all.

“Come on,” Gianna stood to her feet, tugging on his hand. “I’ll warm up the bath.”

“Fuck,” Bucky sucked in a breath as the doctor tugged on his shoulder with a scrape and a click.

Gianna blinked, returning to the present moment as she found herself back in the Avengers’ Tower. She’d called Steve first thing that morning, he and Natasha had met them at the compound with one of the SHIELD doctor’s in less than an hour. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of concern and relief as Dr. Cove tended to Bucky's injuries with practiced expertise. Usually stationed at the compound, she was an older woman with a no-nonsense attitude who was incredibly well-versed in emergency medical and orthopedic injuries. She was the one who met the team in the hangar if a mission had gone sideways. Patching people up was her specialty, bedside manner, not so much.

“Keep still,” She instructed, her accent thick as she fitted a sling around Bucky’s right shoulder. He met Gianna’s eyes, winking at her from where he sat on the medical table. The medical wing at the Tower was yet another floor she hadn’t seen. It was smaller than the one at the compound, but equally as sleek. Frankly, she didn’t care for it. Memories of the attack at her concert and the fear following it peppered her mind. Bucky must have read her gaze, winking at her. Leave it to him to be concerned for her as his collarbone was being set.

“How’s it feel, Buck?” Steve stood, arms crossed, grinning. Clearly unconcerned about the injury, likely having seen much worse on his friend. In all fairness, the worst of it had healed by the time they woke up that morning.

Gianna had a fitful sleep, waking up every few hours to make sure he was still there, still breathing. She worried that waiting to go to the doctor would make things worse, that somehow in the night, all the bliss would go away. Bucky, however, had slept like a rock. Something that, judging from the dark circles beneath his eyes, hadn’t happened in a while. He’d kept one arm firmly wrapped around her waist the whole night, but hadn’t stirred. When they woke up this morning, the bruises were mostly green and yellow, save for the worst ones on his ribs. The swelling had gone down, cuts and scraped all scabbed and sealed.

“Good as new.” Bucky turned his attention to Steve, looking just as ornery as his friend. Beside her, Gianna saw Nat roll her eyes.

“What’s his downtime look like, doc?” Steve asked Dr. Cove. She looked at him over the top of her glasses, unamused.

“No activity, one week. No lift, no fight, no fuck.” She stared directly at Bucky, unflinching, although she was still much shorter than him while he was sitting down. “You understand.”

Bucky coughed, stifling his chuckle. “Yes. Yes ma’am.”

With one last disapproving glance at him, she tossed the roll of bandages back in her drawer. “He is fine. Check in if pain bad.”

“Thank you, Dr. Cove.” Nat said warmly as the doctor walked out of the room, waving her hand over her head in acknowledgement.

“You’re the best, doc!” Bucky called after her.

“I know.” Her voice echoed in from the hallway.

Steve exchanged a knowing glance with Nat before speaking up, his tone gentle yet probing. "So, you gonna tell us what happened, or do we not get that privilege?"

“I mean, we did fly all the way out here to help.” Nat kicked Bucky’s shoe playfully.

Bucky's gaze flickered briefly to Gianna before he replied, his expression unreadable. "Just a little run-in with an overzealous robot," he quipped, though there was a hint of evasion in his tone.

Nat arched an eyebrow, her keen gaze fixed on Bucky. "Really?" she remarked, her tone teasing yet perceptive. “That’s all you’re gonna give us, Barnes?”

Bucky's lips twitched in a wry smile as he glanced at Gianna. "It’s kind of a long story.”

“I’ve got time.” She shrugged. “Steve, you got time?”

He made a show of looking at his watch. “I’ve got lots of time, as a matter of fact. I’ve got all day.”

Running his tongue across his teeth, Bucky watched Gianna, who shrugged. “Fine. It’s not like I can do anything fun today anyway.”

“We’ll try not to take that personally, Barnes.” Nat rolled her eyes as she linked arms with Gianna. “Sounds like it’s time for a breakfast date.”

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The cozy diner exuded a welcoming atmosphere as the four settled into their booth, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs. Bucky sat with his back slightly leaned against the wall, his right arm cradled in a sling in front of him. An uncharacteristic grin played on his face, having been there most of the morning. The group gave a chorus of thanks to the waitress who poured them all cups of coffee, doing her best not to overpour as she ogled at the group.

"So, Buck, how's the arm feeling?" Steve asked, sipping the coffee.

“Haven’t felt it in a few decades, seems to be doing okay.” Bucky lifted his left arm, the metal glinting as he flexed his hand.

“Someone’s feeling chipped today.” Nat smirked. “Could it be this mysterious and miraculous reunion?”

Gianna blushed, sipping her own coffee to avoid answering the question.

“Oh, come on. Enough with the games.” Nat rolled her eyes, sitting back in the booth. “I was here, what? A week ago? All I know is Wanda and I had a come-to-Jesus with you, Barnes, then you suddenly come back to life and insist we go to New York that night because you just had to find Gianna. We get our asses in gear, put lipstick on while flying a Quinjet, for God’s sake, and next thing I know…you leave us at the club.” She crossed her arms, looking at Bucky expectantly. “I think I deserve some details.”

Looking at Bucky incredulously, Gianna set her mug down on the table. “‘What?! You came to New York last week? You went to a nightclub?”

Steve looked blankly between them as Bucky ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah…I uh, planned to do the whole last night thing about a week ago.” He shot Natasha a thanks a lot look, but she only raised her eyebrows at him. “I wasn’t doing so hot there for a while.”

Natasha scoffed, as if to say understatement of the century. Gianna fought a smile, turning her attention back to Bucky, clearly uncomfortable at having to explain his feelings in front of everyone, even three of the closest people to him.

“I was having a hard time and Wanda and Nat called me out on it. They…opened my eyes to what mattered and how much of a dumbass I was being. I found out you were out with Steve and the rest of ‘em, and I just…I had to see you.” He looked at Gianna sheepishly. “As soon as I realized what a mess I made, I just wanted to clean it up as quickly as I could. I wanted to tell you I was sorry, that I love you…” He trailed off, seeming to remember he wasn’t alone with Gianna. “...you know the rest.”

She gave a shy smile. “So why didn’t you? I saw Nat and Wanda that night…I looked for you,”

Bucky’s heart twisted. “I saw you…it sounds so stupid now. I saw you with Sebastian and I, uh…you just looked happy. You looked happy and normal and I didn’t want to fuck it up. So I went back to the Tower.”

Nat and Steve sat in respectful silence, letting the story come out.

“The team went back to the compound, the girls stayed with you, and I just stayed behind. I needed to clear my mind, figure out what to do. I had it in my head that you had moved on, that you were happier now and with someone else and I almost talked myself out of it.”

“So why did you show up at my apartment last night?” Her voice was soft.

“Well,” Bucky chuckled. “Ironically, I ran into Sebastian again.”

Gianna’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I was out for a run, I happened to bump into him, literally. He introduced himself and just started talking about how helpful you were and how much you must care about me to help him with the role and I just…I felt even dumber.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I basically ran back to the Tower to clean up and went straight to your place.”

“Which is when you fell into the garbage disposal?” Nat pried.

“Which is where I found out that my dear friend Nat hadn’t programmed me into the Iron Legion’s list of acceptable guests.” He shot her a dirty look.

If she felt guilty, she didn’t show it. “Maybe if you ran your plans by your dear friend before you acted on them, then this wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Well, I heard something happening in the hallway,” Gianna interrupted, picking up the story. “I looked through the peephole, and there he was.” Her eyes went distant as she remembered the scene. She nearly shivered. “He was…not in good shape.”

She reached for Bucky’s knee under the table. “I brought him in and cleaned him up and…we talked. Clearly not about everything…but about enough.” Gianna smiled at Bucky. “But he insisted I didn’t call anyone until this morning. I swear I tried to call you last night.”

“What happened to not doing anything stupid?” Steve raised his eyebrow at Bucky, who shrugged.

“If the ends justify the means.” He grinned.

The waitress interrupted with plates of pancakes and another metal carafe of coffee, saving Bucky from another round of interrogation. As they doused their plates in syrup, they caught up on the past few weeks, with Natasha making sure Gianna knew just how much of a terror Bucky had been without her. She even joked that the SHIELD agents might be sending her ‘thank you’ notes for finally snapping him out of it.

After a long and food-coma inducing meal, they waltzed back out onto the landing pad of the Tower to see Steve and Nat off.

Natasha engulfed Gianna in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you, G.” She pulled back and gripped her arms. “You deserve this. You both do.”

“Thank you, Nat. For everything. It sounds like you’re the reason this all turned out okay, after all.”

“Story of my life.” She winked, turning to head back to the Quinjet. “Don’t be a stranger. I want monthly visits!”

“Likewise!” Gianna called after her, giggling.

A few feet away, Steve pulled Bucky in for a brief but tight hug. “Don’t mess it up this time, okay?”

“I’ll do my best.” Bucky gave him a lopsided grin.

“I’m guessing I’ll be taking over your training sessions for a while?”

“You don’t --”

“Buck,” Steve cut him off. “I want to.” He clapped Bucky on his good arm. “You deserve this. Plus, who’s to say I have any reason to want to leave the Compound.” He smirked and nodded at Natasha’s retreating form. Bucky raised his eyebrows in question but Steve was already backing away. “I figured you’d be staying in the city for a while. There’s a bag of your stuff in your old room downstairs.”

Grinning, Bucky waved at his friend as he strode to Gianna, putting his arm around her. Steve stood on the ramp, pausing as it raised to close. “Oh, and Buck?”

Bucky cocked his head in acknowledgement.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

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