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risingsuntarot · 29 days

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General Messages & Advice !!

⚠️TW Quick mention of s*icidal ideation⚠️

I honestly had no set plan for this reading negl so I kinda just pulled out some cards to describe the collective energies and give them some advice sorry if this is long !! This took me quite a while so any love would be greatly appreciated!! Thanks for reading 💜

Excuse any typos :+//

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Pile ONE

---Cards pulled---

Ace of cups/Queen of Coins/2 of Coins

---Clarification---

9 of Coins/7 of Coins/8 of Wands

I see you're able to either barely able hold onto your emotions and new beginnings or you manage them quite well no inbetween

Youre extremely intelligent, patient yet fast and direct, dedicated and multifaceted it may have taken a lot to get to this point although

Im sensing a lot of emotional sensitivity yet you are perceived as stone when you feel like glass

"Petite, Cute, Princess, Marilyn monroe, Dainty" maybe youre described as such?

Strong sense of justice and very dependable, able to maintain balance

Maybe you feel lost inside? S*icidal ideation ? Or loneliness is a big factor

Possible lack of belief in change and self confidence

Im getting Hopeless romantic or dissatisfaction in love life if im being honest

No inspiration for life :'+(

Unstable Family background or relationships

Youre extremely pessimistic arent you? Im so sorry but i feel genuine pain hurt and the urge to cry almost? But something wont allow me to

Suppressed emotions or memories :+((

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

Eagle "see from a higher perspective"

Air Gaurdian "Shift your perception"

Lord "Take charge with authority"

High Priest "Intend ans Create"

There is a need for the sun and nature for playing a huge part in your healing, maybe its seasonal depression or simply anxiety or the "no inspiration for life" thats here

Bed rot could be a thing

There is a need to release old habits desires and ego

Confide in a masculine figure in your life or a masculine figure sees your distress (Gender doesn't matter its all energy)

Protection is needed and maybe a nice cleanse, maybe a cedar bath?

Again seasonal depression is coming up lol

You could be either a pieces or one of the Air signs

Take pride in your appearance, in the card she has long flowing black hair and stunning eyes!! Piercings too? Specifically a left nose piercing

Over thinking/pondering lol

Possible past friends or connections have ended badly?

Opportunities will only open up when you open your eyes and see that what you choose to see in the world if what youll perceive and experience

Lord of the rings/DND/Elden Ring/LARPing?

Rams could be significant or Aries sign!!

Learn a new instrument!! Make more art but with your own style ? Maybe youre in a art achool that doesnt allow for much individuality? But being a proud ab your individuality here is important!!

Birds are an important sign here, look out for feathers, hawks or eagles!!

If youre indigenous/Native/Aboriginal you may be receiving an Eagle Feather from an elder or during ceremony?! What an honor oml

Willie Jack from reservation dogs Vibes !!

---Channeled Songs---

LVL up - David strickland, Drezus, Aspects, prognosis

This came on during writing the eagle feather bit a lyric that caught my attention was

"Been a problem, Still a problem

But problems are what you need to grow"

Runaway - Lil peep

"Everybody act like they care, Why the fuck do everybody act like they care"

When I'm Gone - Eminem

"Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling

And I didn't feel a thing,

So, baby, don't feel no pain

Just smile back"

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PILE TWO

---Cards pulled---

The hermit/Knight of wands/8 of wands

---Clarification---

9 of cups/The Empress/Strength

Im getting like lost rebellion? And being unhealed and hurt inside from past trauma's specifically abandonment, neglect or betrayal from authority figures or those you had trusted

Feeling empty and misguided despite only trusting yourself, and no one seems to want to listen to your advice/experiences leading you to feel isolated and forgotten in a way?

Maybe you're a party animal, possible drinker and/or just popular/known in social settings

There is heavy overindulgence in emotionally fufilling things, specifically overspending and maybe other possible addictions (sleep, food, drugs etc)

Mother/Feminine figure is very important in your life

You look to them for approval of many things but they may have been not caring about your emotional needs or satisfaction rather they cared more about your hidden strengths and "beast inside" ?? Or even how "weak" they perceived you, they may have been disappointed at your strengths and abilities, n maybe they put you in some kind of martial arts or boxing despite your disinterest in it?

Quick to move on from situations!! Yet indecision and regret is coming through Strongly

Impatient with skills and talents that dont turm out they way you wanted so perfectionist type vibes

You are a clear communicator but tend to be rather impulsive with decisions or say one thing and do a completely different thing

Extreme harshness towards oneself and heavy judgement too :+(

Feeling exposed? Like all eyes are on you yet you dont want them

I feel a facade of confidence but there is true confidence coming through by the tiniest bit? yet it's heavily based on the feminine figures perspective in your life one with authority also your own perspective on yourself

Lots of self hatred and anger

Family oriented, getting protective yet detached energy tho

Cancer by my chemical romance came on so that song may be relevant?

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

Wise One "Grow within your current situation"

Mountains "Stand your ground"

Stargazer "Set your sights higher"

Direction guardian "Choose your path"

Owls maybe significant to you and other avians such as ravens

The wise one card depicts a woman with feathers in her gray hair, description of someone possibly?

Also a crescent moon is atop the owls head so maybe Athena or Greek mythology is important to you

I sense there was a lot of hardship in your life, ups and downs, peaks and valleys yet you choose to persevere and stay strong

I see you have may have been passed down a gift having to do with dreams, keep a journal and look into meanings of those dreams!! Also maybe astrology is something you love to look into or have an interest in ?

Although something is blocking this gift from its fullest potential i believe there is healing or a cycle to be closed off before youre allowed to fully tap into it !! It'll take time and work on your part

As of now you have many choices to make in many areas of life, youre heavily protected by your guides and loved ones, the direction guardian is depicted with a Seraphim as described by the hebrew prophet Ezekiel!!

Specifically in Ezekiel 28:11-19 is where the seraphim is described

You have choices, this card is to remind you that YOU have the power of your own path and direction

---Channeled Songs---

Cancer - MCR

"Baby I'm just soggy from the chemo

But counting down the days to go

It just ain't living

And I just hope you know

That if you say (if you say)

Good-bye today (good-bye today)

I'd ask you to be true (I'd ask you to be true)

'Cause the hardest part of this

Is leaving you"

No place to hide - Korn

"Some will look at the time I looked back into my life

You wanna touch me to see what's in my eyes

Why do you make me remember my hate, all this shame?

Don't you hate me? Sometimes"

I-E-A-I-A-I-O - SOAD

"Mine delusions acquainted,

Bubbles erotica,

Plutonium wedding rings,

Icicles stretching,

Bicycles, shoestrings,

One flag, flaggy but one,

Painting the paintings of the alive."

Although this seems like nonsense many fans believe its abbreviations or like code!! Soo...

M D E = Media and so on

The sentence comes together as:

"Media back-end power is bullshit, opposing force for the power of propaganda"

Stole this^^^ from genuis btw lmao

Theres the "lost rebel" part lol

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PILE THREE

---Cards pulled---

2 of swords/The Chariot/10 of Wands

---Clarification---

Ace of Swords/Knave of Coins/6 of wands

I feel more a message for this pile? And i do apologize but it is quite shorter than the rest but I will try my best to deliver both tho

You seem to be a very balanced person with clear morals and judgement, you have an ability to see all shades of gray in a black and white world maybe you work in the justice system? Or are dealing with the justice system ?And this stresses you out greatly yet you maintain hope for all that you see and deal with even if you see repeating injustices to those around you

Maybe PTSD is a factor here too, overthinking your own trauma or others

Anyways despite your position here you choose this pile for a reason !! You offer people truth and often give closure to cycles that needed to end

With the 2 of coins tho i think there is some imbalance between what you can and cannot do ? If that makes sense, like you can heal others or give them justice but cannot do the same for yourself :+(

Anyways the message i sense from this pile is pretty straight forward, you are giving someone (or yourself!!) the chance or closure to heal once more and whatever you may be waiting for is coming in quite quick although I feel there may be someone who may come in to sabotage the whole thing so be careful about who you choose to reveal this information to

They may offer a trade of some sort?

A deal, hush money or simply intimidation

Up your protection and be aware of fake friends yet still remain hopeful about the outcome because i see it turning out in your favor

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

Snake "Shed old skin"

Protection Guardian "Drop your Shields"

Winter "Take care of your needs"

High Priestess "Harness mystic power"

Again straightforward, beware of fake Friends and deals with strings attached my advice here is to up your protection and stand your ground!!

Drop your gaurd with those who you KNOW you can trust, you may need ro let out some stresses and emotions? Because the card winter is all about needs and hibernation so sleep well, eat and take some time to relax !!

Also might be an indication that whatever this situation is it may have happened in the winter/colder months

While in this time of self care and healing strengthen your knowledge and strengths learn how to master them !!

Your dreams and own special psychic gifts are important and potent !! Use them for yourself at this moment in time use that healing energy for yourself

Have confidence in yourself and know and own your protection because again you are heavily protected at this time you will most likely know who to stay away from very soon

Follow you intuition and what it tells you !!

---Channeled Songs---

The bird and the worm - The Used

[Whispered Post-Chorus] "Don't tell on me, don't tell on me. No, don't you tell on me, please. It's okay, don't tell on me, please..."

I find it interesting that its not the actual audible lyrics but if you listen to the song this is what the whispers are saying so...take it as it resonates

Spiders - SOAD

"Approaching guiding light

Our shallow years in fright

Dreams are made, winding through my head"

Bad dreams might be significant to you? Please try to relax good things are coming !!

Mama - MCR

"You should have raised a baby girl

I should've been a better son

If you could coddle the infection

They can amputate at once

You should've been

I could have been a better son"

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Pile Four

---Cards pulled---

5 of cups/4 of wands/Knave of coins

---Clarification---

8 of wands/6 of cups/Knave of wands

I believe there currently is dissatisfaction with your love life or offers within love at this moment or even just impatiently waiting for your current partner/interest to "make a move"

There isnt a lot of hope or faith in the connection on your part but i do see this person is interested they just operate differently and have some concerns

Mostly having to do with being used for their material gain, name position and/or authority

They do see this connection quite successful but they hate being put on a pedestal, due to this they wont have the guts to come forward if they do!! It will most likely be impulsive or very confusing and indirect which might leave both of yous flustered mainly them

This might be over drinks because my face is warming up lol

They see you as the four of wands and 6 of cups what a wonderful pair of cards together!!

But they see your disappointment and or pulling away from their energy which is turning them off easily but they still have their eyes on you

They have no time to be a chaser or to be chased this person is quite serious in their relationships so dont play childish games, play stupid games and win stupid prizes right?

They have come to a decision on their own but its also up to them when this information is revealed to you directly

Also there seems to be a sort of distrust with relationships on either sides which needs to be addressed before hand

Communication maybe be an issue

---ORACLE/ADVICE---

Medicine Guardian "Be open to healing information"

Elder "Healing through lineage"

Peacekeeper "Harmonious resolution is possible"

Lady "enjoy growth a reap rewards"

I feel like time is needes to open up tp yourself and heal some issues on your side first, become the best possible version you can before you can move on with this

I see that this connection may heal cycles in your family and generational trauma possibly?

Its your job to keep cool despite the circumstances now and remember to mediate and that peace is always an option. Not every battle is worth fighting

However this goes you will be happy with what you see in the mirroe nonetheless!! Enjoy your hardwork and healed state

---Channeled Songs---

Fed Up - Ghostmane

"I'm fed up with the fame

I'm sick of reading my name in any other way than I intended

Fed up with all of these motherfuckers misunderstandin' me

I'm fed up with the ones that try to say you a fan of me

But then they turn their back and mothafuckers abandon me

You think I'm sitting high with everything, but now can't you see?

I'm livin' in reality, a struggle, not fantasy

I'm in a million-dollar couch, back then I was in a van"

No you girls - Franz Ferdinand

"Sometimes I say stupid things

But I think, well, I mean I

Sometimes I think the stupidest things

Because I never wonder

Oh, how the girl feels

Oh, how the girl feels"

Driven Under - Seether

"Must be something on your mind

Something lost for me to find

Do you know I'm faking?"

I feel this is more the distrust with their previous relationship possibly?

Also this lyric

"We have to succumb to the feelings we can never face

I need you, I breathe you

I can't go through this all again

We have to succumb to the feelings we can never face

I need you, I breathe you

I can't go through this"

Also pile 3 may have some messages?? I accidentally typed pile three for this one? :+//

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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The moment it became unbearable

PAIRING | Fiancé!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | Your anxiety has been getting worse the last few weeks and you've reached your breaking point. When your emotions are at the point you're having a panic attack, Bucky is called away from his mission to help you get through this, just like he'd done so many times before.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Lots of angst, reader is going through a pretty severe episode of anxiety, mentions of blood/bloody knuckles, mentions of a panic attack, Bucky being the best fiancé ever, and lots of cuddles and fluff in the end.

A/N | This is a very self indulging fic because my anxiety is getting pretty severe, so I just need to write my problems away. I understand it completely if this fic is not for you and you choose not to read this, there is plenty of other work that might be more suited to what you're looking for! 💜

A/N 2.0 | I want to thank @suzipanini for giving me the idea to write this fic, and for always listening to my complaining whenever I need to do so. You're an absolute angel sent from heaven and I love you! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You had been feeling like something was wrong for a while, but you just couldn't quite place your finger on the problem. Some days you started to eat a whole lot more, overstuffing yourself even, other days you barely ate anything and were content with a few small snacks. Some days you're the light of everyone's life, other days your mood has turned so sour everyone stays as far away from you as possible. And to make everything even worse, Bucky is on a long undercover mission which means he can barely talk to you if he can at all.

Your physical appearance is also starting to get worrisome, your nails have been bitten to the point that they're bleeding yet you continue to bite them, and there's nothing left of the beautiful manicure you had done not even a week ago. Your anxiety is eating away at you from the inside out, and now you're starting to return the favor to your body by starting your bad nailbiting habit again. All the while all you can think about is how bad your anxiety is getting, and the one person you want to tell more than anyone is not here. And he's not going to be here for another few weeks if not months.

The feeling of impending doom is creeping up more and more, and you're trying to get some of it out of your system by going to the gym, and that seems to work. However, it seems to work a little too well because you're starting to overdo it, your knuckles are completely raw and bloody from how much you've been hitting the punching bags lately. Anything to keep the voice inside your head from telling you everything is going to be doomed. That you're doomed. And it works for quite a while until Steve starts to notice something is wrong.

You were bandaging your knuckles in the locker room attached to the gym in the Compound when Steve happened to walk in. He was getting ready for his workout when he heard you hiss at the feeling of the bandages getting taken off your wounds, and he immediately walked over to see what was going on. ''Y/N?'' he said but you didn't hear him. You were so much in your head you didn't hear anything, you didn't see anything other than your hands and the blood on them, you didn't notice anything other than the constant voice in your head telling you will never be good enough.

It wasn't until Steve walked around you that you even noticed he was there, and you got so scared you accidentally jumped and fell backward off the bench you were sitting on. ''Fuck!'' you yelled as your head hit the floor behind you as you fell with a loud thud. ''I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that!'' Steve quickly apologizes but all you can think about is getting away. Away from Steve, away from where you fell, away from the Compound even. Away to the one person who could pull you out of this spiral. But he is still away on the undercover mission, and won't be back for weeks, if not months.

''P-please, leave me alone,'' you say as you start crying softly. You don't mean for Steve to leave you alone, no. You want the voices inside your head to leave you alone, for the anxiety to leave you be and let you live your life. ''No, no, no, leave me alone! Please, leave me alone!'' you say, covering your ears as you're spiraling into a panic attack. ''Y/N, please listen to me,'' Steve says but you shake your head because you can't do this anymore. ''No, GO AWAY!" you yell at him, but he doesn't. Instead, he softly picks you up despite you trashing in his hold to let you go.

''Let me go! Put me down and let me go! They need to stop! Please tell them to stop!'' you say as your panic is completely taking over and you don't know what's real and what's not. The voices in your head are winning, and you realize you're fighting a losing battle. What you didn't realize, however, is that Steve has called Bucky back from his mission already, and he will arrive soon. After explaining what's going on Bucky gave instructions to Steve about how to handle your episode, which he is doing. And the person you need most is coming home to you. Not in a few weeks or even months, but he will be home in less than an hour.

When you and Steve arrive at your bedroom, he puts you down on the bed where he just holds you in his arms, soothing you by rubbing your back and whispering sweet things to you, despite you not hearing him. It may not be Bucky who is soothing you right now, but he is also doing a damn good job of soothing you. Your crying and panic haven't stopped, but suddenly you feel a shift again, and you feel a different pair of strong arms holding you as you're sitting down on the bed again. These arms are so different in fact, they don't even feel the same compared to each other. Bucky's home. You're back with the person you need more than anything.

For the first time in what feels like forever you dare to open your eyes, and you're looking into the eyes you've been so desperately longing for all this time. The eyes that seem to calm your mind down without saying a single word. ''Hi pretty girl,'' he says, but you don't hear him yet. All you can hear is the anxiety in your head telling you how he's just doing this out of pity, but you know deep inside he isn't. You knew he loves you, and he does this to make you feel better. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, followed by a kiss on each of your cheeks.

It calms you down, and you finally take your hands away from your ears, wanting to hear his voice. ''Y-you're home…'' you croak out, your voice barely there to say it, but he hears it. ''I am, doll. And I'm sorry you had to go through this without me by your side,'' he says and he lifts one of his hands to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over it and you're calming down enough for the voices to disappear. ''I love you, so much. And I can't tell you how much I can't wait to marry you,'' he says, which earns him a small smile. The smile he loves so much.

''Love you too,'' you whisper and you lean forward for a kiss. It's soft, slow, and gentle, everything and more you need out of it right now. It isn't rushed, it isn't heated, it's perfection. Bucky is by your side again, and the world seems to be just a little brighter. ''Shall we go take a shower together? Or did you maybe want to take a bath?'' he asks, even though he already knows the answer. He likes giving you a choice, and between these two you will always choose a bath. ''Bath,'' you say and he nods. He gets off the bed with you in his arms and runs the bath while you're sitting on the counter.

''Alright, let's get you out of these clothes and bandages,'' he says and suddenly your cheeks get heated at the thought that Bucky will now know what you've done to yourself when he was gone. He slips you out of your clothes and out of his tactical gear before pulling the bandages off of your hands, and revealing the damage there. He doesn't say anything, instead just placing soft kisses on the affected areas to notify you it's okay. You're going to be okay. The two of you get into the bath together and you're sitting with his chest against your back, his arms wrapped around you and your head resting on his shoulder.

The voices have completely disappeared, and you're feeling like your old self again. All you needed was Bucky, and now that he's back you're okay again. ''I can't wait to marry you either,'' you suddenly say, thinking back to what he said not too long ago. ''You'll be the best husband I could ever wish for,'' you tell him and he lets out a soft laugh. ''And you'll be the best wife I could ever wish for,'' he says as he captures your lips in another kiss. ''I love you, doll. More than I've ever loved anyone,'' he says and with that, you sink back against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder and his cheek resting against your hair. Finally, you're complete again.

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shadowdaddies · 5 months

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Hi so I was the one who asked for sunrise serenity and I loved it so much! Thank you for writing it! I had another small request if you don't mind.

So I'm someone who has like a bad habit of snapping my hair tie against my wrist and I was wondering if the reader could also have this habit? Maybe it gets so bad that there's like red marks and bumps on her skin and lots of bruises? I had a few people in mind for this so I was hoping you could choose between Ruhn, Azriel or Fenrys finding out about the readers habit and helping them by like offering and alternative or just finding out what causes it and helping reader? Sorry it's not very specific.

I hope you have a good day!

Hi love! Thank you, I'm glad you loved it and I'm happy to write this request💜 I hope you have a wonderful day as well

A/N: I know the association that some people have with this habit, so I am putting a warning here for self harm. Please don't read if this might bring up any harmful thoughts or memories for you

Habits

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

warnings: please read request and author's notes for info on potential triggers

Storming out of the Autumn King’s Villa, you embraced the feeling of the fresh air on your face, cooling the flush of your cheeks from the intense encounter you’d just had with the Autumn King. Ruhn’s comforting hand braced your lower back, circling in soothing motions as vicious thoughts eddied in your mind.

It wasn’t right for you to be more shaken than Ruhn - he was the one who had to deal with a revolting excuse for a father, and here he was comforting you, because you were weak. As your thoughts spiraled deeper and deeper, you reached for the rubber band beneath your jacket sleeve, snapping it against your skin.

The sting successfully brought you out of your thoughts, slightly dizzying pain pulling you to focus on your surroundings. Taking a deep breath, you turned to see Ruhn’s violet eyes studying you, concern written on his face. “What are you doing?” he whispered, glancing from your face to your wrist.

Instinctively, you shoved the fabric of your sleeve down, covering the hair tie. Huffing a breath, you bit your lip, cheeks flushing as you suddenly felt embarrassed under his scrutinizing gaze. Ruhn pulled you aside, gently taking your hand in his as he slowly lifted the sleeve, revealing bruises you hadn’t noticed before.

You swallowed, looking up to see the pain in Ruhn’s eyes as his fingers softly traced your wrist. “Why do you do this?” he questioned, so softly it hurt.

With a nervous glance around the empty street, you bit your lip as you considered the question. “It helps me, when I snap the hair tie... When I have bad thoughts. It helps ground me, if that makes sense.” Ruhn considered you for a long moment, eyes searching yours for any discomfort as he lifted your wrist to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

His eyes never left yours as he lowered your arm, hands moving to cup your cheeks as he gave you a soft smile. “I understand what it’s like, to have thoughts that you can’t bear. But I don’t want you hurting yourself over it. Can we think of some other options? Something else you could do when you’re having those thoughts?”

Your eyes lined with tears, lip wobbling as you embraced the feeling of his care and comfort, unlike that which you’d ever felt before. With a smile, Ruhn leaned forward to kiss you, arms wrapping around you in a long hug. You savored his warmth for a long time before pulling away, breaths coming easier than they had in a long time.

“If you want to, just text me. When you are having thoughts like that - just send me a message. It can be a picture, just nonsense typing on the keyboard, or tell me to call you. Whatever you want.” He watched you consider for a moment, before his eyes lit up and he pulled a small journal from his pocket. “This is my journal. You should take it - it’s small and easy to carry, so you can pull it out and write or draw, whatever you want.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, heart swelling with gratitude that you had finally found someone who understood. Someone who wasn’t trying to change you, but simply be there for you.

Ruhn took your hand, the two of you meandering down the sidewalk towards your home. “Whatever you need, we will work through together,” he promised, leaving a kiss to your hair as you leaned into his side. Clutching the leather-bound journal in your hand, feeling his warmth against your body, you sighed with contentment as you realized that you believed him.

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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Hi!, Hora are you?

You told me that the requests are open so here mine if you feel comfortable with it.

Daddy stucky x little reader

I just read thinking, maybe they punish little because of a miscommunication between them, (your can choose the situation), and little doesn't know what's happening and cries lot, still they eventually discovery that she didn't do anything and didn't deserve that, they apologize to her.

That's it, hope you have a great day!, Wherever you are right now.

🌻🌻💞

Hi there love! I'm fine, thank you! What about you ?

Thank you for the request, sorry for having to wait. I hope you like how I turned it 💜

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : angst, angry Papa!Steve, cries, soft punishment, Pepper's niece is mean to you

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

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It's been three hours now that you are sitting on this couch with your Daddies and their friends. You love them but you're not really in the mood to be here, you just want to be in with your Daddies, just he three of you.

Your week has been really hard for you and they know that, every days exhausted you more than the precedent one and you didn't really had time to rest during those days so you had hoped that you could rest during the week end but apparently you'll have to wait again a little more.

Your Daddies wants nothing more but for you to feel good but they had to come for a meeting and now Tony trapped you all for a party and they didn't had the choice but to stay there. Steve always hated leaving early somewhere when he was invited while Bucky couldn't care less. But for Steve, they'll stay a little but not too long so you can go rest right after. Of course you agreed to stay, either way you'll be at home since a long time. You didn't want to make your Papa uncomfortable.

You stare at your empty cup of water and frown. You look at your left and see your Papa in a deep conversation with one of his scary friends while your Daddy is clearly bored. He looks with wide eyes the table in front of him and it make you want to laugh

You scoop closer to him and tap your finger on his arm. He snaps out of his trense and turns his head toward you? When he sees you beside him, he brings his hand behind your back and learns his ear closer to your mouth, he knows you're always a quiet one

"can I go to the kitchen ?" you ask, showing your empty cup. He smiles and nods his head "of course, beautiful. Do you need my help ?" you shake your head and stand up "i be fine"

He watches you walking toward the kitchen with your cup in between both of your hands. Steve sees you leaving the room from the corner of his eyes and pause his conversation to turn toward Bucky "is she okay ?"

Bucky looks away from you and nod at Steve "she's juste thirsty"

You walk inside the kitchen and sees Amanda learning against the counter with her phone in her hands. Amanda is Pepper's niece and is staying here for four weeks. This is why there's a party, it's for her or something like that, to be honest, you didn't really payed attention at what they were saying about her because you were just thinking about your food

You smile at her as you stand beside her to fill up your cup with water. She watches you closely and while your cup is mid filled, she talks "don't you want something stronger than that ?" she asks turning her body toward you with a wide grin. You shake your head "no thank you, I can just drink water"

She lifts an eyebrow "you mean that you can't drink ? Like nothing else than water ?" You nod your head, agreeing and she snorts "boring"

You ignore her and stop the water when you have enough water in your cup. You're about to turn around when she stops you "wait!" You turn around, surprise that she still want to talk to you she grabs your cup from your hands taking you once again by surprise. "if you drink in my glass, i'll give you back yours" she says with a smirk

You shake your head and go to take your cup but she steps away and extends her hand with her own glass in it "drink"

You shake your head again. When you try again to take your cup back she lets it slip from her hand and it fall on the ground, shattering. You gasp and step away from the pieces, you look up at her and a shocked expression while she just looks at you with a smirk.

You were about to say something when she talks over you "Oh my god! What's wrong with you! If you wanted to have a drink, you could've just asked and i would make you one" she loudly says "you don't have to steal mine and then throwing mine on the ground because i didn't wanted to give you my drink"

You open you mouth not really knowing what to say when someone clears his throat behind you. You turn around and see your Daddies lookign at you with angry faces and arms crossed. You look beside them and see more people from the party- including your Daddies's friends, walking inside the kitchen

Your Papa walks toward you and you want to step away but decide not to because of the glasses on the ground. He looks down at you making you feel so small compared to him "what did I just heard ?" he sternly and coldly asks

You shake your head and when you were about to say something he adds "you better start talking, right now" he orders making you shiver. You look at Amanda who plays perfectly the innocent girl before looking back at your Papa "that's not true, I didn't" You defend

He lifts an eyebrow and look at the girl behind you "I swear it's true. I won't lie about it" she fakes cries. Your Papa looks back at you with a scrowl on his face "did you just lied to us ?" he asks and now you see your Daddy standing beside him, peering down at you.

You shake your head again "No!"

"enough!" Your Papa says bringing tears in your eyes "go grab your shoes, put them on and wait for us at the front door. I don't want to hear one word leaving your mouth, i don't want to hear you making any noises. Understood ?"

You nod your head rapidly and watch him push to the side to let you walk. With head low, you step in between your Daddies and leave the kitchen to go toward the front door where your shoes are. You sit on the ground and quietly put your shoes on, you hear your Daddies apologizing for you at Tony and Pepper making you cry.

You wipe away your tears and stand up once you're ready, you quietly wait for your Daddies to come back. Soon after, you hear their footsteps behind you but you don't move, you keep looking at the doors and wait for them to push you away so they can walk out.

"don't forget anything" is the only thing your Papa says before opening the door and walking out. You follow them outside, not once looking in their eyes or looking away from the dirty ground.

Your Daddy waits at your car door and keep his strong eyes on you the whole time. He shuts the door close once you're inside and walks toward the front seat. You bite back your sobs as you watch outside the window.

The silence in the car is very hard to handle and you're glad that the house is not far away because you're not able to handle this longer than it's need.

Your Papa stop the car in front of the house and steps out at the same times as your Daddy. Your papa still opens your car door and waits, you undo your seat belt and step out of the car. You flinch when he shuts the door behind you and start walking toward the front door where your Daddy just walked in.

You feel the need to walk fster with your Papa walking behind you so when you step inside the house, you're feet hurt because of that and because of your tight shoes. That's why you removed them earlier.

You go to walk upstairs when a voice stop you "Now where do you think you're going ?" Your Daddy's big a scary voice sound from behind you. You turn around, still tears in your eyes and along your cheeks. They're looking at you the exact same way than at Tony's and it make you want to cry even more and to apologise even if you didn't do anything. You can't bear the thought of disappointing your daddies.

"come closer" Your papa says, waving a hand at you. You take two steps toward them and pray that it's enough. Of course they'll never hurt you but you didn't wanted to felt the same way than you did in the kitchen at Tony's when they were over you.

"we can't count on you, can we ? You always succeed by embarassing us or make something that you souldn't do. You have to learn that when we're away you can't act as if it's home. You can't throw on the ground a glass because someone told you not to drink in their glass! Specially when you know damn well that you can't drink" Your Papa snaps

His words are harsh and stab you right in the chest, bringing new tears in your eyes. You listen to his words quietly and don't dare to do or say something, you take it and just wait to have the right to go in your room.

"You're unbelievable" he scoffs before shoving his hand at you "now leave. Get out of my sight" he says before turning around. You sniff and turn on your heels and run upstairs.

What you don't know is that your Papa had to turn around and cut his argument short because he couldn't bear to see you this way, this hurt. You did something wrong but he couldn't look at you while saying those things.

Bucky sighs once he doesn't see you anymore in the stairs and turns toward Steve "you were too hard on her, Steve"

"she emabrassed me" he argues "i won't let that slip" he walks toward the kitchen and starts to serve himself a strong drink "she got a fucking attitude earlier and it's seriously getting on my nerves"

Bucky sighs again and nods his head "I understand Steve, and I support you toward what happened and what punishment you're gonna give her for that but keep it calm. Don't scared her because it's not you" he reminds him before walking upstairs to take a quick shower while Steve thinks about a punishment.

You're on your bed, crying your little eyes out, cuddling Bucksie when you hear steps in the hallway. You whine quietly when the door of your bedroom opens and the heavy steps of your Daddies are following.

"sit down, please" Your Daddy says. Even if there was a 'please" you still hear in his voice that it's not a nice conversation that's about to come. You sniff and slowly sit on the bed and bring your knees to your chest. You still look on the ground, too ashamed to meet their gaze "you want to act like a big girl and drink ? Then we'll treat you like a big girl. It means no morning bottle, no cartoons, no paci and no stufies" he says breaking your heart

You let your tears sliding away from your eyes and you hold Bucksie tightly "No Papa" you cry shaking your head "pwease, no"

He stands up and grabs your paci from the nightstand and all your stuffie. He puts them in the closet and walks back toward you, you shake your head and hold it tight but not tight enough for your Papa. He easily takes it breaking the space with your cries and screams as he puts it in the closet too. He closes it with his keys and walks out of the bedroom.

Your Daddy's heart shatter from the sight of you but respect Steve's decision and walks out of the room without comforting you. That was one thing of the punishment too.

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It's been two hours now that they let you in the room, crying and trying to open the closet door. They kept themselves busy so they won't think about your crying face or hearing your sobs.

They didn't closed your door so you can come out whenever you want but of course you don't leave your room. How can you leave your friends behind you, they're trapped in the closet so you decide to be trapped in your room so they won't be alone.

Your Papa's phone is ringing pulling him away from his book. He sighs and leaves the couch to walk toward his phone who's on the kitchen where Bucky is doing the dishes. He frowns when he sees Tony's name showing on his screen and immediately answer it "Tony ?"

"Captain" he greets "sorry to bether you but i have to talk to you" he says and Steve can't make out the feelings behind his voice "i'm listening"

Bucky turns around and Steve puts the phone on speaker

"Amanda came here because her mom needed a break. She's a trouble maker and will do anything to have attention on her. And-" he in terrupts by Bucky's voice "go to the point, please" he says frustrate

"Oh, Hello Barnes" he greets "Yea so we found the old dishes of Pepper's great grand mother shattered on the ground and I had to discover who did that after seeing my wife heartbroken as she stared at the pieces of glasses on the ground"

"I checked the camera and it was amanda who broke the dishes purposely in the kitchen" he says exhaling

"okay ?" Steve says a little lost.

"So I decided to check what happened earlier too, you know, with her and your little one" he clears his throat "And I saw- Amanda took the cup from her hands and told her to take a sip of her drink either way she won't get her cup of water back. She refused to do it so she let the glass fall on the ground and accused her"

"excuse me ?" Steve inhales standing up

"it was Amanda's fault, Steve" he repeats and Steve hangs up after thanking him about his call. Bucky didn't waited for Steve and immediately went upstairs to you. He opens the bedroom door and sees you laying on the ground against the closet door, still sobbing.

"Oh baby" his heart broke once again and makes his way toward you. He scoops you in his arms and sits on the ground. He rests you in his laps and shushes you "it's okay, baby girl, you're okay" he quietly says in your ear.

You sob aganst his chest and when Steve enters in the room, he immediately goes to open the closet door. You hear keys noises and look up to see your Papa opening the door.

He grabs your paci and Bucksie from the closet and gives them to you. You grab it instantly and hold it tight against your chest as he slides the paci in your lips. You snuggle your nose in your stuffie and close your eyes

"I'm so sorry, sweetie" your Papa says "i'm so so sorry. I should've listen to you before believing someone i don't even know" he says wiping your tears away "i don't know how tell you how much i'm sorry"

You sniff and look up at him when you hear his voice breaking. You wipe your eyes with Bucksie and make grabby hands at Steve. His gaze soften and he looks at Bucky who nods hiw head with a little smile. Steve lifts you from Bcuky's lap to rest you on his own. You curl into a bowl against his chest and let him calm you.

Your Daddy is stroking your feet to help you calm down too "let's just have a nice evening in bed with all your stuffies. We can read stories and imagining some. How does it sounds like ?" your Daddy asks to save the situation.

You Papa looks down at your and you nod. Bucky stands up and takes you back in his arms while Steve fixes the punishement. He gets all of the stuffies back in your bed or in the corner of your room and comes to you who's already laying in bed.

Bucky comes in the bed too with stories in his hands and rests them in your laps so you can chose "I chose because Papa was bad ?" you ask looking at your Daddy

He breaks into laughters and nods his head. Your Papa scoffs pulls you on tope of him "i'll show you just how bad I am" he says just before spidering his fingers in your side and belly. You kick your legs and it's soon they tears of laughter instead of cries who make their way in your eyes. He blows raberries in your neck as one of his fingers explores your belly button and the others your lower belly

"Stoppp, pweasee" you plead with tears in your eyes and he finally stops. He kisses your temple and strokes your belly while your back is against his chest. Your Daddy laughs and pulls the books on his laps "well I guess I chose then if you're too busy" he teases

"No!" you scoop away from your Papa and lies back in betwee them. Your Daddy gives you back the books and Bucksie with a winks "go ahead then, beautiful"

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Garica x reader - special

I'm not sure how often I'll allowed to request, but could you do Garcia x reader? Strong minded and gritty reader that only listens to Garcia or if she asks anything of the reader - @fangedreject 💜

Sitting on your desk, you were reading through some of your papers when you felt someone tap your shoulder and you looked up.

“Don’t sit on your desk I’ve told you this.” Hotch sighed.

“My desk, therefore Hotch, my ass may sit wherever it wants.”

He sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you.

“And it’s not professional.”

“Neither is the fact that I’m wearing a hoodie but here we are boss man, my ass wishes to sit on the desk.”

Hotch just nodded and walked away and you went back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn’t long until you heard someone walking over and you smiled, setting the paper aside.

“Penny.” You smiled.

“You know you’re not supposed to be sat there.” Garcia scolded.

You hummed a little, propping your foot on your chair and you rested your arm on it as you leant forward a little bit.

“Are you telling me to move?” You whispered.

Garica gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes please!”

Putting your foot down, you slid from the desk and put your chair back the way it was supposed to be.

“Thank you my lovely.”

Garica kissed your cheek and you wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you looked at your watch.

“Lunch time, I’m buying let’s go.”

“Oh yay! Can I choose where we go?”

“Of course you can.”

Hotch watched as you and Garica walked away and he turned to everyone else who had just walked into the bullpen.

“How does she do it?” He asked confused.

“Do what?” Rossi asked.

“Get (Y/N) to listen, they don’t listen to anything we say.”

They all looked to where you and Garica had walked and they all shrugged a little bit.

You and Garcia came back, and you set your coffee on the table and turned to look at her, handing her the bag you were holding.

“Your belongings.”

“Thank you (Y/N)!” She chirped.

She kissed your cheek again and started to walking away before she stopped and walked back over.

“Hoodie.”

“Hm, I suppose I can live without it.”

You pulled your hoodie off and handed it over to her and she beamed brightly at you.

“I expect that back Miss Garica, I will be coming for it later.”

“And it’ll be safely stored away in my office!”

With that she walked away again and you sat down, taking a sip from your coffee as you pulled some things over to you.

“Do we have to be sweet to you like that?” Emily asked.

You looked up, kicking your feet up on your desk.

“What?”

“You always do whatever she says. If we kiss your cheek will you do that for us?” Derek smirked.

He walked over and you pointed at him making him stop.

“Try it and I’ll drop you so fast you won’t even know what’s happened or what hear it is Derek Morgan.”

He whistled, raising his hands a little as he took a few steps back away from you.

“What’s the secret, what’s does Garcia have we don’t?” Rossi asked.

The whole team stood around you, and you looked at them idly.

“Maybe it’s something to do with how she’s talks to them?” Reid asked.

“No I’ve tried that, didn’t work and then they took my coffee and drank it all.” JJ said.

You nodded your head as you rested your hands behind your hand.

“Maybe it’s something Garcia does?” Hotch asked.

“Keep guessing, you’ll be there all day. I’ve got a meeting so have fun.”

With that, you grabbed your cup, some files and left them all stood there still trying to figure out how she did it.

Nothing they came up with made any sense, so they decided to go to Garcia and ask her directly how she managed it.

“Why does (Y/N) listen to you?” Emily asked her.

Garcia turned around and looked at everyone stood in the doorway of her office.

“You know I’m not sure, I did once ask but they never told me.”

“Come on babygirl, you can tell us. Please?” Derek grinned.

Garcia shrugged a little.

“Sorry lovely, I really don’t know.”

They kept pestering her, even when she went to get a new drinks they kept asking and she kept telling them she had no idea.

Because she really didn’t.

She had absolutely no idea why you listened to her and not them, why you were so different with her but not them.

“Guys please, I really don’t know.”

You walked into the kitchen and set your files on the table and walked over, taking over making her drink as you grabbed a clean cup to make your own.

“Can you make us a drink?” Rossi asked.

“You’ve got arms make your own.”

You handed Garcia her cup and picked up your own, tapping her forehead with your finger as you grabbed your files.

“There you go angel.”

You turned to the rest of the team and narrowed your eyes at them all.

“Stop pestering her. First and only warning.”

With that you walked away again.

“I don’t get it!” Emily huffed.

They all laughed at her and turned to watch you sit down at your desk and kick your feet up again as you grabbed your phone.

You were a great agent, you were good at what you did, but you really were a mystery to them all and they couldn’t figure you out but they still trusted you with their lives because they know you had their backs.

But they needed to know why Garcia was so special

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #Penelope Garica #Penelope Garcia x reader #Penelope Garcia x you #Penelope Garcia imagine

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aphroditeslover11 · 5 months

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I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed

Jonathon Crane x Reader

Sorry, this took me a while and it's pretty out of character but it was fun to write. I usually write in second person but did this for a change. It's based on another 'Love Actually' quote as well, because why not?!

Requests are still open so please ask. I do a lot of music related stuff, so the Christmas season is manic but the bulk of my work is over now, so I should be able to get back to writing now!

Love you all, thanks for reading and please interact! 💜

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, talk of divorce, age gap, cheesy fluff

There had always been something about Jonathon Crane. He was my dad’s best friend, a psychopharmacologist that worked closely with him. When I was younger he had been my first port of call whenever I needed advice, I had stayed with him when my parents were going through a messy divorce and he had always been a shoulder to cry on. When he realised the true extent of my problems he had offered me counselling and when I refused because I didn’t want my parents to find out he had offered it to me for free. There was very little left about me that I didn’t know. In turn, he had told me a lot about himself - the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his father and stories about the time that he spent working at the asylum.

Everything changed when the divorce was over though. I went to lie with my mum full time and never saw him anymore, I texted him a lot to start with but my need to communicate diminished the longer we were apart. Then I hit the age of 18 and finished my exams, passing with flying colours and choosing to go and study at university. I turned 19 the autumn that I moved away and everything finally felt as if it was in the past. My parents were no longer as big a part of my life as they once had been, therefore neither was Jonathon.

It was the first December since I had left my mum’s house, I had decided that I was going to spend Christmas with my dad - just a quiet one the pair of after I hadn’t seen him for so long. I had left halls earlier in the month and returned home. I didn’t have a job here or anything so I had to spend the lead-up to Christmas in the house on my own whilst my dad was still working. It was three days before Christmas and I had gone out to do the massive food shop that always comes with the season, I was just unpacking the bags when there was a knock on the door. I thought it was probably somebody delivering a parcel, but was happily surprised when I opened it to find Crane. From the look on his face he was feeling the same.

“Jonathon, my god, I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?” I moved to allow him to come inside.

“I’m not too bad, how about you? My god you look so different now.” It was then that I spotted a gash on the side of his face, grooving across his perfect cheekbone.

“What happened, are you alright?” He looked bemused for a moment before reaching a hand to his face, there was blood still on it when he took it away.

“Oh, that… It was one of the patients at Arkham, had a break when I was in a room along with him. I’m fine, honestly.”

“At least let me get you something to patch it up with. You’re bleeding.” He looked a little awkward, only agreeing when he realised that I was worried about him. He probably hated the idea of upsetting me after everything we had discussed over the weekend.

A few minutes later I had found him a plaster, putting the kettle on for a cup of tea and sitting down at the kitchen table to catch up. He was interested in my studies, very apologetic about the divorce and assured you that if I needed anything whilst I was in town he was just a call away. I found out that he had moved up in the world, now the psychology lead at Arkham and lecturing part time at the university as well. He had left not too long later, but only after I had asked him to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner. It would be like old time, spending an evening with him and my Dad, probably watching die hard and laughing at them when they drank a glass too many of scotch.

Christmas Eve arrived, and with it came a small disaster. My dad had been called away for work urgently and was going to be away over Christmas, meaning that I was left to spend it alone. The dinner had been cancelled and with it all of my company for the festive season. I wasn’t planning on celebrating now, moping around and making a ready meal before settling down to watch ‘The Holiday’ with a glass of wine. I had just made myself comfortable when there was a knock on the door. “For fuck’s sake,” I thought, “I just want to get this bloody depressing evening over with.”

I answered the door, with a scowl, only to find my spurned dinner guest behind it.

“Jonathon, I thought I told you that Dad was away over Christmas, I cancelled dinner and everything.”

“I got your message. I was going to be alone for Christmas Eve as well, so I figured that we could be alone together, or something like that. Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve booked a place. I want this evening to be easy for you, just relax, God knows that you deserve after the last few years.”

It was then that I realised he was wearing a suit - a nicely tailored navy blue rather than the somewhat stuffy ones that he wore for work. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers, which he seemed to have forgotten.

“Jon, you brought me flowers?” He thrust them forwards then. “White roses, my…”

“…Your favourite.” He awkwardly interrupted, finishing my sentence. I gestured him inside, going to put the flowers in a vase.

“I’ll go and get ready then, make yourself at home and I’ll be as fast as I can.”

Half an hour later I was down the stair in a black dress and heels, hair haphazardly pinned up in a tumble of curls and makeup done. Jonathon emerged from the lounge, taking his coat off the peg and getting ready to go.

“Shall we then, the restaurant isn’t far so I thought we could walk.”

He was right, it wasn’t far at all and we were soon seated at a table. This place was more expensive than I was used to and we were half way through the main when I mentioned it.

“I’m not sure I can half this bill with you Jon, I’m a broke student.” He just chuckled good-naturedly in response.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me. It’s Christmas and I thought it would be a nice treat for both of us.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive, since the new job I’ve been making a little more than I can spend on myself without feeling guilty.”

“How’s it going? Do you enjoy working at Arkham? And you lecture as well, right?” He hesitated before responding.

“I like my work at the asylum, it’s fascinating and there is such a rich body of patients to observe. Lecturing I don’t like quite so much, my students are a pain, none of them actually seem interested in the subject. If an assignment is handed in on time it’s a novelty for me. How are you finding university?”

“I can’t say I’m loving it, I haven’t made many friends really and the lecturers are a bit dull. I just wish that there was someone there I knew, that I could talk to.”

“Give it a bit more time, but if things aren’t working out you could always transfer to Gotham. It’s not the safest place in the world, or cheap, but the university is good. I can put a word in if you like, you can even stay with me for a while, give you a chance to get on your feet.”

“That’s really kind of you Jon, I’ll definitely think about it.”

At the end of the evening Jonathon paid as he had promised, refusing to even let me see the bill. When we stood from our seats he held out his coat to me, helping me to slip my arms through the too-long sleeves.

“Here, you’ll need it more than me.”

“Are you sure you won’t be cold.”

“I’ll be fine.” He proffered an arm to me as well, which he didn’t on the way there. He could tell I wasn’t used to this sort of treatment, but he had become more instinctually protective as the evening went on and couldn’t help himself.

“You’ve had a few glasses of wine, I want to make sure that you’re steady. Can’t have you falling on the way back.” I slipped my hand through the crook of his left elbow, automatically bringing me closer to his warm body.

“You know, you are so much more grown up than when I last met you. You were a girl when you left and came back a well-rounded, compassionate woman. You should be proud of yourself for how you’ve turned out.”

“Well, you haven’t changed at all Dr Crane. Always were and still are wonderful to me.”

The little exchanged stopped shortly after that and we carried on the walk in comfortable silence. A small amount of snow had started to dust the ground, starting to visibly settle just as we reached the front door. I stopped to retrieve the key out of my bag and fumbled with the lock before Jon put his hand on mine, stopping me. He looked up, signalling me to do the same. Above us a single sprig of mistletoe was hung on the doorframe.

“It would be a shame to waste the opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Are you sure? I mean, it isn’t that I don’t want to, but you’re my dad’s best friend. Are you sure it isn’t wrong?”

“Well, I want to kiss you and you want to be kissed, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I suppose.”

“Well then, I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed.”

With that I reached up to him, bringing my lips to his in a passionate yet gentle kiss as he engulfed me in his arms. At that moment I could tell that, despite what I had originally thought, this was going to be a truly magical Christmas.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #the dark knight trilogy #tommy shelby #batman #scarecrow #jonathon crane x reader #jonathon crane #scarecrow x reader #christmas #festive fics #love actually #request

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esta-elavaris · 1 month

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7 and 29!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I'm a walking stereotype and I end up happy with very little of what I ever write. Which I think all in all is a good thing because it stops me from getting complacent. Like, I think I can string an entertaining story together but I don't think my writing is that sort of prose where you stop and go "oh shit those WORDS tho", y'know? Like you might laugh, you might cry, but there aren't gonna be some majorly profound sentences that you want tattooed on you.

I was pretty proud of this chapter of CTW, though (spoilers ahead!) just because it was such a bastard of a scene to tackle because of the sheer emotion, and I think I managed it in the end. Plus we need more men openly sobbing in fiction.

All this time. When they'd fallen for one another, when they'd planned together, when they'd married. She'd known. She'd carried that burden, and she'd carried it alone. What he hated most was that he could see why she had not told him - for he would have stopped her. If he could go back now and redo it, he would do everything in his power to keep her away. He'd have locked her in their house at Port Royal before departing, and taken his chances out here alone. If he perished as fated, he'd at least do so knowing that she was alive.

But she was not. She's gone. His mind kept repeating it to him, over and over until the sobs that wracked him strained his muscles and the few that weren't so harsh that they were completely silent sounded hoarse and pained even to his own ear - more strained gasps for air than cries. It was wrong. No matter how much his mind stabbed at him with the fact, he could not accept it. The bed in the corner was topped with a red blanket that resembled the colour of her hair much too closely for comfort, and through his blurred vision he kept on thinking it was her. It made no sense, but it made more sense than her being gone. And it was absurd - for he was a soldier. He knew loss. But he'd never known loss like this.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Listen, I'm not a Solas gal as far as Dragon Age goes, but I would give my left arm for this fic to be finished.

Like I know it's not the same as a prequel/sequel, but I can't remember a finished fic I've read where I felt like the author didn't do a stellar job in wrapping it all up to the point where I thought there was another story's worth of stuff to be said! The talent out there is fckn astounding.

Thank you!! And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to this - these were tough questions 🫠💜

Ask game.

#asks #ask game

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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hey maddy have a nice day so

shinobu x FEM reader thats like sanemi {he backstory I mean)

(shinobu and her dont get along at first but after shin found out what happened to her, after visiting her hometown for a mission and talking with the people there<gossip gossip> she went to find her but when she did she was Infront of her family's graves, the reader knew shin was watching but didn't say anything about it until after a hashira meeting where she snuck into shins room/lab you choose and she almost screamed because she didn't hear them but she silenced her and confronted her about watching her in the graveyard where shin apologizes (maybe friends to lover after idk up to u

anyway sorry it's VERY specific but I know you'll do great byeee 💜💜💜

Chipping Down a Wall

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Heyyooo 💜! It kinda got a little rushed in the end, but I hope you like it! If anyone doesn’t want to have a general idea of what Sanemi’s back story must have been like, maybe skip? Like I didn’t completely use his story, but the message is there. Another note, some swearing ahead. Anyway thanks for reading! Word Count: 3,223

“What a sleepy little town,” Shinobu mused, taking it all in, “so unlike a cold and brutish someone I know.”

When Shinobu had received an order to complete a mission in the hometown of one of her fellow Hashira, she immediately knew she was going to collect all the embarrassing dirt that she could on her.

It all started last year when (Y/n) had first joined their ranks. Shinobu had tried to be welcoming, asked her questions to get to know her better, but she had quickly learned that (Y/n) was not interested in being friendly.

She had snapped at Shinobu, probably hoping to scare her away, but that had only pissed Shinobu off and made her go out of her way to bother (Y/n) constantly in the months to come. With her persistence, she did manage to eek information out of (Y/n) from time to time. One of her biggest successes was when she had tricked (Y/n) into telling her where she was from. It had only really counted as a success to Shinobu because of how angry (Y/n) had gotten when she realized what she had told her, but now that information had become relevant to her once more.

It was such a small town, surely Shinobu would have no trouble finding people who knew (Y/n). Since she had finished off the demon the night before, she had all day to nose around.

“Ah, excuse me,” Shinobu put on her friendliest smile as she approached an old woman, rocking in a rickety chair next to a weathered medicine shop, “have you lived here long?”

The woman tilted her head downward, peering at Shinobu through her spectacles with one eyebrow raised.

Shinobu would take that as a yes.

“Would you happen to know the (L/n) family?”

“Mm.” The old woman subtlety winced. “Haven’t heard that name in quite a few years now… it’s nearly taboo to talk about.”

“Oh?” Shinobu’s interest had been piqued, but not in the way she had expected. Why was the woman so somber? Was Shinobu stepping into something she shouldn’t?

“I helped deliver almost every baby in this town for nearly three generations. I helped bring the parents into this world, and their children as well when the time came. Yes, I knew that family quite well. Such a warm and hardworking lot they were.”

Were… Shinobu’s smile dimmed, but her morbid curiosity did not. The Demon Slayer Corps had no shortage of unfortunate tales, but she had never really felt the desire to pry into those awful stories without someone bringing them up first. Not until (Y/n), it would seem.

“What happened to them, if it will not upset you to tell me, that is.”

“Killed. The whole family.”

“The whole family?” Shinobu restated. She knew that wasn’t completely accurate, unless (Y/n) had a fake identity. Shinobu wouldn’t put it past her with how closed off she was.

The old woman sighed, agitated, and adjusted the blanket over her lap needlessly, “No, not the whole family,” she spoke almost tersely, “There was one survivor. The girl did what she had to do. Poor thing.”

Shinobu waited for her to settle and continue. This was obviously hard for her.

“I know what you are and what you do, young lady. So I will be very straightforward with you. Do not ask the other townsfolk about this matter of your curiosity because they did not understand it then, and they don’t now.”

Shinobu stood a bit straighter, fully invested.

“The father was turned into a demon and lost himself. I doubt you need any more details than that to get the picture, but somehow one child managed to survive and she was found bloody and beaten on the ground next to the house that had become consumed by fire.” The woman pointed her chin at something behind Shinobu.

Shinobu turned and saw a hill. Years of time for the earth to heal had passed, but the scorched trees still stood to serve as a reminder. Shinobu turned to face forward once more.

“Others would be happy to gossip with you and tell you that she had started the fire to purposely kill everyone inside, but I know every child in this village as if they were my very own, and I can tell you if she could have sacrificed herself to the flames for their lives to continue on, she would have.”

The old woman patted the blanket, then began to fold it neatly.

“She’s a good girl, even if she pretends not to be. She’s just trying to protect herself. No family, no home, the only things here for her are old neighbors who demand her head.” With a grunt of exertion, the old woman stood,

“But then again, I’m just a senile ol’ bat. You’ll believe what you’ll believe,” she slid open the door to shop and looked back at Shinobu over her shoulder, “but if you see little (Y/n), tell her to come visit me at some odd hour if she’s feeling brave. The winter months are coming, and I’ve made her a haori. I’m sure the old one is all tattered strings by now, but my, how she gets attached to some things.”

Shinobu smiled knowingly, picturing the ratty haori in question, though her expression was overall subdued,

“You have no idea.”

The old woman snorted quietly and gave a crooked smile before closing the door behind her and leaving Shinobu alone.

Fun thoroughly trampled, Shinobu’s logical next course of action would be to pay her respects to the fallen family. If (Y/n) was perceived as a wanted criminal in her hometown, she probably couldn’t visit the cemetery as often as she would like. And being the sole survivor of her family, the upkeep of the grave probably suffered as a result.

So she bought some supplies and followed the shopkeeper’s instructions to the cemetery. She went down each row, looking for the correct surname, then paused when she realized their was someone a few rows ahead of her.

It was (Y/n). Shinobu wasn’t sure why, but her heart leapt in her chest. It was probably because of (Y/n) saw her there, she’d kill her, but threats of bodily harm never gave Shinobu pause before, so now shouldn’t be any different. Regardless, Shinobu slowly lowered the bucket of supplies to the ground, possibly for (Y/n) to use if she saw fit, and quietly backed out of the cemetery, believing that she had gone unnoticed.

***

Shinobu was fully absorbed in her work, writing detailed notes on the results of her latest experiment. It hadn’t gone exactly as she hoped, but it was a more promising result than her last attempt. She was so engrossed in her thoughts and the scratching of her pen that she failed to notice someone striding into her lab with purpose.

“Just who do you think you are!?”

Shinobu found herself spun around with a hand over her mouth before she could even scream. Which worked out just fine for her. It would have been embarrassing to scream, her pride wouldn’t have allowed her to forget it and (Y/n) probably wouldn’t have let her forget it either if she didn’t look the most enraged Shinobu had ever seen her.

“Did you follow me? Thought you’d come for a free show? Well? Was it everything you ever dreamed it could be— UGH! Gross!” (Y/n) pulled her hand away from Shinobu’s mouth and hastily wiped her palm on her pants.

“Did you just fucking lick me?”

“Well, were you just going to keep asking questions, or did you want actual answers to go with them?” Shinobu stepped back to give herself a little more space. Her damn heart was pounding again. It had been a long time since she had been startled like that.

“I am going to answer you now and I’d appreciate it if you stayed quiet until I’ve caught up.”

(Y/n)’s eye twitched.

“Firstly, I was in the area due to a mission. Yes, I did recall you grew up in that town and so I wanted to do a little looking around, but—“

“And so what did you find?” (Y/n) interrupted bitterly, “That I’m a murderer that needs to be turned in to the authorities? Or perhaps forget that and have me tried through the Corps? You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Shinobu slowly released a breath, trying her best to remain patient.

“I know you aren’t a murderer, (L/n)-san. I had spoken to an old woman there, who sends her regards and wants to give you something by the way, she told me everything.”

“Tch—“ (Y/n) crossed her arms tightly over her chest, “why would you believe her? Maybe I did do it on purpose. That would make sense for someone like me, right? Just let them all burn.”

“You didn’t.” Shinobu casually refuted. She wasn’t in the mood to feed into any negative nonsense. “You aren’t a bad person. I’ve known that much since I first met you.”

(Y/n) scoffed.

“I’m serious,” Shinobu held (Y/n)’s bitter stare unwaveringly. “Did you know that most of the time when you end up in my infirmary, it’s because you took a hit for someone else?”

“They got in my way.” (Y/n) snarled.

“I also heard about that new public library and literacy program that was constructed near your estate. Funded all by a single anonymous donor. Oh, and public vegetable gardens and fruit trees as well.”

“Could have been some rich old fucker.” (Y/n) hissed growing more uneasy.

“Except that district is apparently notoriously known for its poverty. No lord would consider investing in such a place. They probably aren’t even aware of its existence, nor care to know.” Shinobu stepped back into (Y/n)’s personal space, smirking inwardly when (Y/n) moved backward and bumped the heavy table behind them.

“You are a good person, (L/n)-san. Perhaps even a better one than me,” She spoke softly.

(Y/n) couldn’t seem to speak and Shinobu continued,

“I went to the cemetery because I thought your family plot might need a little maintenance since you are technically on the lamb. I didn’t know you would be there, but I’m sorry that I intruded nevertheless.”

It was quiet for a minute. Then (Y/n) looked up from the floor and gave Shinobu a sideways glance before looking anywhere else. Her frown deepened.

“Sounds like something a good person would try to do for someone.” She grumbled. Then she slid out from between Shinobu and the table and marched out the door, scaring a couple Kakushi that happened to be walking by.

Shinobu moved to leaned back against to table, finding herself suddenly exhausted. At least she was still fully intact, and though it had been a rather intense talk, Shinobu felt like she had a better understanding of who (Y/n) was as a person.

***

It was somewhat awkward between them for a while after that. Shinobu had been making an effort not to tease and poke at (Y/n) as often, which in turn gave (Y/n) no reason to lash out.

Shinobu was surprised at how quiet and fidgety (Y/n) was when there was no reason to snap at anyone. Especially around Shinobu was when she seemed the most restless. As if Shinobu was going to tell everyone that she was a soft philanthropist who loved reading and graciously accepted lovingly sewn haoris from elderly women.

Shinobu subtly rolled her eyes. As if that would be the worst thing in the world. But she kept it to herself anyway. It was strange, but being one of the only people to know what (Y/n) was like when she thought no one was watching felt special and it allowed her to do things she never would have bothered with previously.

Things like going out to eat together after a joint mission, or showing up at her estate with little gifts and making small talk. Eventually (Y/n) began to drop by her place as well to do similar activities. They were getting along very well. Until they didn’t.

A few months later, (Y/n) suddenly stopped coming around and when Shinobu tried to visit her, she either wasn’t around or not answering on purpose. Shinobu let it slide the first couple times, but on her most recent visit when she knocked on the door and received no response, she decided to let herself in.

She roamed the halls, eventually happening upon and open side door. Resting with her back against a wooden support beam and one leg dangling off of the side of the engawa, (Y/n) was absorbed in a book.

“You should really learn to lock your doors.”

“Holy fuck!” The book in (Y/n)’s hand tumbled to the ground as her hands kept to her chest.

“Oops,” Shinobu smiled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I apologize. Let this be a lesson in locking doors in the future. However, if you keep avoiding me once you pick up the habit, I will break a window.”

“Shut up!” (Y/n) groaned, sitting back up, “I’m not avoiding you. I’ve got a life outside of doing dumb stuff with you, you know.”

“Oh? Like sitting by yourself for several days like Tomioka-san? What a full life. I’m so envious.”

Shinobu walked over to sit beside (Y/n) and when (Y/n) tried to put more space between them, she followed.

“Get out of my personal space, Kochou!”

“Hmm?” Shinobu leaned in and overtly studied (Y/n)’s body language, causing the other girl to feel increasingly nervous and agitated.

What Shinobu hadn’t noticed during the time that they became friends, was that (Y/n) had developed a crush on her. Not entirely surprising since Shinobu had become a big constant in her otherwise shut-off and icy existence.

But (Y/n) couldn’t possibly give Shinobu the chance to figure out her feelings! She couldn’t afford to be that vulnerable, it spelled disaster for sure! So, instead of having Shinobu figure it out and stop talking to her, (Y/n) broke away first. Obviously it didn’t have the intended effect and now her heart was hammering because Shinobu went through all the trouble of coming to see her when she could have gone on without her as she did before.

(Y/n) felt the intensity of Shinobu’s stare on the side of her face and dared to turn her head back to glare at her, but when her nose had been close enough to brush against her own, (Y/n) quickly jerked her head back, hitting the back of her head hard against the wooden support beam.

“Son of a bitch!” (Y/n) hunched in on herself, clutching the back of her head tightly in her hands. “Could you just fuck off?!”

Shinobu was not so easily intimidated, she never was. Instead she placed a hand gently over (Y/n)’s.

“Let me see. I’m surprised you didn’t collapse the roof on top of us with that amount of force.”

(Y/n) didn’t move her hands away fast enough for Shinobu’s liking, so she pulled them away herself. Then she angled the other Hashira’s head to rest against her chest and she inspected the back of her head. (Y/n) stiffened against her.

“No blood at least. You’ll have an awful bump though, I can already feel it I think,” a mischievous grin crossed Shinobu’s lips, “But maybe I could give it a kiss to help the pain go away.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“You aren’t pulling away though.”

Before (Y/n) could get too far, Shinobu renewed the strength of her hold to keep her close.

“You are the one not letting me go!”

“It seems that I am. And I will continue until you tell me why you have been avoiding me.”

“My life doesn’t revolve around you! It’s none of your business!”

“Oh, (L/n)-san, your pulse seems to have jumped.”

That’s when (Y/n) noticed Shinobu’s fingers resting above the pulse point of her neck.

“Ooo, another jump. Careful (L/n)-san, your heart just might burst.”

“You are three seconds away from having a broken nose!”

“Why won’t you just talk to me?” Shinobu asked, more testy now than playful, “Did I do something wrong? I thought we had moved past this.”

“No.” (Y/n) replied tersely.

“Then what is it?”

(Y/n) pursed her lips, intent on staying silent.

Shinobu sighed, “As one emotion bottler to another, talk to me. I promise I won’t laugh unless it’s really, really funny.”

“You are the worst.”

“Come on, talk to me… don’t be so stubborn.” Shinobu poked at her until she squirmed, but she still didn’t let her go.

(Y/n) was still quiet, and Shinobu was almost ready to wring her neck, but when she heard a muffled reply, she held off.

“Could you say it at a volume that I can understand? I know you know how to yell.”

“I said I have a crush on you!” (Y/n) finally jerked free from Shinobu’s arms, “Happy? Now go home already!”

(Y/n) got up and before she could slam the door shut in Shinobu’s bewildered face, Shinobu wedged her foot in the door.

She clenched her jaw tightly to try to offset the pain shooting up her leg. That was going to bruise.

“Are you an idiot?!” (Y/n) ineloquently asked. She was worried she had just broken Shinobu’s foot, but of course an, ‘I’m so sorry, are you alright?’, was not the first thing that would come out of her mouth.

“No, but I could make a pretty convincing case on your behalf. Who tells someone they have a crush on them and then slams a door on their foot?”

“That last part was your own fault!” (Y/n) flustered. “Leave!”

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say?”

“I already know what you’re going to say!”

“Obviously not, otherwise I don’t think you would be crushing my foot right now. Could you please open the damn door?”

(Y/n) complied, only because she had never heard Shinobu swear before and Shinobu slowly slid her foot back. Yeah, definitely going to bruise.

“Now, about your confession— don’t say a word! My turn to talk, you listen.” Shinobu warned.

(Y/n) shut her mouth quickly. Shinobu was looking a little ‘stabby’ and she did not want to see where that would lead if she pushed too far.

“I think I understand why you were afraid to tell me this. You are afraid of getting hurt. You’re afraid of being alone. I understand, but you don’t have to hide from me because I like you too.”

“…you do?”

“I do,” Shinobu nodded, “so if you have doubts in the future, talk to me first before you talk yourself into building your walls back up. I worked too hard breaking them down to begin with.”

(Y/n) looked down in embarrassment which only got worse as Shinobu came up to coddle and tease her about how cute she looked like that. When she finally relented Shinobu laughed and took (Y/n)’s hand.

“Well then, let’s go into town. I’ve been wanting to go to your library and you promised you would take me, remember?”

“It is not my library!”

“What are the latest edition medical texts that you carry?”

“How should I know what they have, I’m not a librarian!”

As annoyed as (Y/n) may have seemed, her hand never left Shinobu’s once as they walked.

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Pink Scarf - PART 18.1 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: References to sexual situations. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: OKAY Y'ALL, Part 18 is split into two parts (18.1 & 18.2), so be aware that there is a bit of a cliffhanger for this reason. This part as a whole is another monster, but in a completely different way than the action-packed Part 17, and I didn't want to torture y'all anymore by making you wait for a GIANT chapter, since I was at 13k+ with no end in sight! We're diving into uncharted territory here (which was a challenge, let me tell y'all!) and 18.1 is all in flashback because of this. The vibe is DIFFERENT for obvious reasons, which you'll understand shortly. I promise there’s a good reason for the pivot, which will become more apparent in 18.2. Thank you so much for your patience, and I really hope you enjoy this perspective change in the story!

I've set the mood with lyrics from Teresa Brewer's Till I Waltz Again With You which is the song Elvis really sang in the talent show in '53 (unfortunately there is no recording of him singing it *sob*), and I've added pictures of our boy in the different years referenced, just to really give you a mental picture and break your heart a little bit. Only because I love y'all!

If you so desire, you should now have the ability to tip my blog or different chapters in the story! Some of you have been asking about this, and of course, no one is obligated to do so! If you do choose to tip, thank you so much! I've never had anyone want to pay for my work before, so this is a big step towards my romance novelist dreams. 💜

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there!)

Elvis in 1951

You'll be waiting for my arms

September 1951

Elvis meanders down the hall through the crowds between classes, quiet, blue eyes sharp and watchful. He heads towards the lunchroom, his cheap and worn guitar slung over his shoulder. His dark blonde hair is too long for the popular style, greased and pushed back, a stray lock falling into his eyes. The style of his clothes is too bright and bold for a scrawny 16-year-old white boy, gaining him stares that range from curiosity to contempt, but he doesn’t care. He is wholly himself, a separate standout from the masses, but somehow unassuming through it all.

A few weeks into junior year, he already has his head down and tries to pay attention in his classes as best he can, even though sitting still is hard. He knows he must graduate and his mama and daddy will have his hide if he doesn’t, so he sits in the back row and listens and does his work as best he can. He makes decent grades. He’s respectful to his teachers, all “Yes, ma’am,” and “No, sir,” just like he was raised. All the while, his fingers drum out rhythms on his legs (the desk is too loud—he learned that the hard way a long time ago), his mind whirling and spinning with melodies and harmonies and dreams for the future.

But mostly he observes. He knows he’s different. He knows most kids don’t understand what he’s about. He’s a poor, church-going kid from the projects who is so quiet that he seems a little slow, except that those piercing blues see and hear everything, constantly cataloguing, constantly adapting, constantly thinking, constantly moving. Always searching for a way to get his family off the dole and into comfort. So, he waits and watches and learns. He doesn’t care if that earns him strange looks.

The halls start to thin as underclassmen hustle to their classes and upperclassmen run to lunch, loud and hungry and antsy. Elvis is not in a hurry, though, yet not without direction.

The little, fluttering thing that rounds the corner is, however, and plows straight into him, managing to knock herself and her books to the floor. He’s not quick enough to get out of the way, but he is fast enough to catch her as she goes flying backwards.

“Whoa!” he exclaims, his hand grasping your forearm as momentum carries you in the other direction. He somehow manages to swing his guitar down gently enough that it doesn’t splinter but the strings thrumb in a dissonant chord as it hits the ground.

The move to save both the guitar and the girl throws off his center of balance, so as you wheel back, you take him with you. In your panic to stay upright, you grab at him desperately, latching onto his wrist, which damns you both, but does serve to soften the blow as you land with a gasp on your backside.

His fancy shoes have no traction on the slippery tile, and he struggles and slips this way and that before gravity wins the battle, sending him ungracefully to his knees, pinning your skirt between your legs. He manages to catch himself with his free hand at the very last moment, avoiding completely crushing you under his weight. His breath huffs out with the exertion, and that’s how he ends up sprawled on top of you in the middle of the hallway, your books scattered around like shrapnel.

Time seems to slow for a second, and he really looks at you for the first time, his face in too intimate of a proximity for comfort as he looks into your big, wide eyes and sees a pink blush grace your cheeks. Your pretty hair surrounds you like a halo in disarray. And your lips, well, they are much to close because he can feel the warmth of your breath on his face. His chest heaves and then catches because you are quite beautiful, sprawled out there on the tile under him.

Then reality and propriety rushes at him like a freight train, realizing the compromising position you are both in, through no fault of your own, but compromising, nevertheless. He feels heat rush to his face at the inappropriateness of his thoughts.

“Aw, h-heck, s-sorry,” he blunders, pushing up and back off of you as fast as his lanky limbs will allow.

“No, I should be the one that’s sorry,” you bluster back, leaning on your forearms “I was too much in a hurry and wasn’t looking where I was going.” Your voice is light and as pretty as you are.

“Are ya o-okay?” he asks, truly concerned but also happy with the excuse to look you over as you sit upright, your hair cascading over your shoulders. Taking in your slightly disheveled state, he can’t help but feel like you’re the loveliest girl he’s ever laid eyes on. It’s not just because you’re pretty—of course you are—but more like the feeling he gets from you, like you’ve reached something inside of him that no one else ever has. He can’t explain it. It’s like he’s always known you somehow. Shaking off those strange thoughts, he kneels, gathering your scattered books off the black and white tiles.

“Aside from my bruised ego, I think I’m fine,” you sigh shakily, “and now I’m late for class, on my first day, no less.”

“O-Oh, y-you’re new?” he asks, stammering yet again. He doesn’t understand why he’s so tongue-tied. He talks to girls all the time. The boys may despise him for a multitude of reasons, but the girls…well, he likes them a lot, and they seem to like him right back, with all his sweet Southern politeness and his pretty eyes and how he strums on his guitar and warbles at night in the shadows at the Courts. He’s had girlfriends from the time he was twelve, and he seems to have some innate knowledge of what women of all ages like. It’s one of the things he’s good at—talking sweet to girls and kissing on them.

But this pretty little girl has him thrown for a loop.

You’re both kneeling now, gathering papers and books. “Yeah, we just moved here…oh, thank you,” you say as he picks up your books and stands, offering his hand to help you up. Your hand is soft and cool in his larger one, the touch of your skin on his shooting and crackling through him like lightning. Those eyes of yours catch his briefly, and he almost feels dizzy with the way they make him feel.

Lord have mercy, he thinks, what the hell’s wrong with me?

“Oh gosh, I hope I didn’t break your guitar!” you gasp, seeing it discarded on the floor, obviously mortified at the prospect. It’s the last thing on his mind, and he manages to tear his gaze from you for a second to look down at the instrument. Honestly, he’d break a hundred guitars if it meant running into you again, but by some miracle, it’s undamaged.

Elvis picks it up and strums it. “It’s fine, no harm done,” he drawls, lip curving up in a shy, boyish grin.

Relieved, you flash a little smile, and the sight nearly knocks him over. “Well, good,” you say breathlessly, taking your books back. “I really am sorry, again. I—uh—I gotta get to class.” You are obviously worried about being late, face still flushed with embarrassment. Before he can say another word, you are already rounding the corner, scurrying away, your hair bouncing in your wake.

He stands there, staring after you and blinking as if coming out of a trance. He realizes he didn’t even catch your name or get a chance to introduce himself. All he knows is that you’re a pretty little freshman that just moved here, and while this information is pertinent, it doesn’t really help him much.

Walking to lunch in a daze, all he can think about is how he can go about seeing you again.

Till I kiss you once again Keep my love locked in your heart Darling I'll return and then We will never have to part

Unfortunately, he doesn’t see you, not for a while anyway. The school isn’t that damn big, but he never seems to be able to catch you or your name. Which is a damn shame because his thoughts seem to drift towards you when he least expects it. You show up in his daydreams or when a song he’s singing strikes him a certain way. It’s disconcerting, to say the least.

By the next time he finds you, he’s just about put you out of his mind. But the minute he sees you that morning, out in front of the school, giggling with your new girlfriends, it’s like you’ve plowed into him all over again. His heart thuds a little harder in his chest as he passes you, trying not to stare, but he manages to catch your eye for a split second all the same.

At first, there’s no hint of recognition, which nearly breaks his heart, but then your eyes widen with realization and a hint of a shy smile plays on your lips. He returns it in kind, unable to stop himself from the bashful and relieved way it spreads over his face. For a moment, he considers stopping and asking all the questions he’s dying to know the answers to, but the flow of the crowd pushes him onwards and into the building.

He’s near giddy the rest of the day, wondering how and why the pretty girl he barely knows has captured him so completely.

Though it may break your heart and mine The minute when it's time to go Remember dear, each word divine That meant I love you so

Elvis in 1953

April 1953

Standing backstage in the high school auditorium, Elvis wonders why the hell he’s agreed to do this damn talent contest. His hands are shaking and clammy and he can feel the vomit rising in his throat. He’s scared shitless because he’s really only ever sung in the dark to his neighbors at the Courts, or in church with the congregation, but something inside him knows he needs to do this, even if it’s just to show himself that he can. It’s like a part of his soul drives him forward, even though his mind thinks he’s nuts.

It's not until he sees you backstage, ahead of him in the line, that his mind switches from crippling stage fright to a sense of excitement and curiosity. Your hair is done up real pretty and you’re wearing your Sunday best, he can tell. You don’t see him right away, and he knows he’s staring, but at least it’s keeping his mind off his churning stomach. You must feel his gaze because you turn and look back, your intelligent, wide eyes locking onto his.

It sends a thrill of a different kind through him when you tiptoe back towards him, and his heart races a little more than it already is.

You look him over carefully, and he might feel more self-conscious except your eyes are kind and concerned. “You okay?” you ask in a hushed whisper, not wanting to interrupt the current act on stage.

“I-I-I-I…yeah,” he stutters, unable to get the words out. His legs are wiggling, hands shaking, and he feels like he might puke all over your shiny shoes, but sure, he’s fine.

Lord, why is it in this moment of all moments that you come to talk to me?

You smile knowingly. “Yeah, I’m real nervous, too,” you breathe, seeing right through him. When he looks at you this time, he can see it, how you wring the sheet music in your hands and your eyes keep darting to the stage. It makes him feel a little better, somehow, knowing he’s not alone in this.

You stand there with him for a moment, and it should be awkward, except it isn’t at all. That strange familiar feeling of you makes this seem natural. He can’t seem to get any words out, so he just waits and jiggles.

“It’s gonna be fine. I think we’re just supposed to imagine everyone naked, right?” you whisper a little too seriously and that sets him off, a loud chuckle erupting from his mouth. Hearing the word “naked” come from your proper, pretty little lips just tickles him in a variety of ways, and he can’t help it. Other people in the line shoot him warning looks for being too loud, so he quells his laughter as best he can.

You look over, your eyes dancing more with amusement than nervousness, and you cover the giggle that starts to come out of your mouth. He’s reminded once again by the warmth that spreads through his chest that you are the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on, and hell, you’re funny, too.

You have to stop looking at each other because you’re one small step away from setting each other off into more peals of nervous laughter, which would surely disrupt the show. He watches as you bite your pink bottom lip and thinks of how much he’d like to do the same to you, imagining how soft it would feel yielding to him. Then he tries to push that less than appropriate thought right out of his head as soon as it pops up because, damn, this isn’t the time or place for that kind of thinking.

As your laughter dies, you look down at your feet, obviously feeling a swell of fear as you play with the necklace around your neck. He can feel it coming off of you in waves, despite your attempts to comfort him.

Suddenly, he can’t stand the sight of your uncomfortableness. He has the deep urge to fix it and make you feel better. Without thinking, he nudges you with his elbow. When you look up at him in surprise, he crosses his eyes, making a googly-eyed silly face at you. It has the intended effect, sending you into a fit of giggles, earning a glare and shush from the teacher in the wings.

It’s the cutest thing, watching you laugh like this, and it sends a rush of calm and satisfaction over him to know he’s the cause. He almost forgets that he has to go out there and sing in a few minutes.

“I’ve got to go, we’re on next,” you whisper.

“You’ll be great,” he says. He doesn’t even know what you’re going to be doing but it doesn’t matter. Anything you do will have his attention.

You smile shyly, as if reading his mind somehow, and he feels heat rise to his cheeks that has nothing to do with his stage fright. You nod, then skip off to the front of the line.

He watches in awe from the wings as you accompany your singing friend on the piano. Your hands fly over the keys with practiced, concentrated ease, and if he didn’t know better, he wouldn’t ever have guessed that you were nervous.

He suddenly thinks he needs to take up the piano. Maybe you could teach him and then he’d have an excuse to see you.

That thought is fleeting though, as your performance is through in the blink of an eye, and you exit the stage with a relieved smile, meaning that he’s one step closer to having to get out there himself. Now that he knows you’re okay, his nerves come rushing back. His leg vibrates uncontrollably, but he still manages to give you a thumbs up.

You slow as you pass him, placing your hand lightly on his bicep. He stills and looks at you in surprise at the contact.

“Thinking of them naked works,” you whisper with a smile, “Break a leg out there.” Then, you give him a light squeeze before being ushered away. Sparks fly through him at the echoes of your hand on his arm.

Elvis thinks his heart might explode. It’s crazy, this way you make him feel like he’s flying. It carries him out onto the stage, where he sings a rendition of Teresa Brewer’s “Till I Waltz Again With You” that somehow brings the house down and wins the talent show. They even call him out for an encore.

Thinking of them naked works, indeed.

But when he closes his eyes to sing, it’s you he thinks of. It’s you that gets him through.

The feeling he has coming off that stage is a buzzing, electric high he thinks could get used to. A dangerous, tiny thought in the back of his mind tells him to chase it like there’s no tomorrow, but the relief at the whole thing being over is too strong and pushes the thought away.

But the feeling lingers in his body like lightning in the clouds, just like your touch.

Till I waltz again with you Just the way we are tonight I will keep my promise true For you are my guiding light

Elvis in 1955

Winter 1955

Jack somehow convinces him with a begging phone call, on this cold-ass winter night on one of his only nights back home in Memphis in so long he doesn’t even remember the last time he slept in his own bed, that he has to help Jack get some broad at some diner across town.

And because Jack’s his best friend and he hasn’t seen him in years due to Jack’s stint in the Army and his insane touring schedule, Elvis bags off his family and Dixie (poor, lovely Dixie) and jumps in the Caddy to head to this diner across town. He figures he’s gotta eat anyway, so might as well get some time in with an old friend, and it’ll be a bonus if he can help ole’ Jacky Boy get some tail.

Absolutely exhausted from gallivanting all over the South, playing sold-out shows, and doing other things he’ll never tell his mama about, he drags himself into the diner, hands stuffed in the pockets of his big wool coat. Good old Jacky sees him coming and leaps out of the booth to give him a big, manly hug.

Elvis can both see and feel the change in Jack. There’s a bravado to him now, an air of machismo that is new. He’s broader and more muscular than the boy who enlisted right after graduation instead of waiting for the draft to get him. And Elvis gets it—Jack didn’t have much to stay for, what with his father being such a mean drunk and him having no special skills to speak of. Jack figured, why not just get it over with?

Even though Jack’s only a little over four months older than Elvis, he was a grade ahead in school, but that discrepancy never mattered much to either of them.

“Look at ya, ya sonnofabitch! Finally got some meat on those bones!” Jack says gleefully, slapping him on the back.

“And you’re as ugly as ever,” Elvis shoots back with a smile, sliding into the red booth.

“Damn, man, I’m hearin’ your songs all over the radio. Couldn’t fuckin’ believe it when I got home and every station I turned on was your warbling ass,” Jack teases in a congratulatory tone.

“Honestly, I’m so damn tired I could sleep for a week, but we’re back out on the road tomorrow,” he replies.

“What happened to that scrawny, shy kid who’d only play in the dark, huh? I’d be scared shitless to get up in front of all those people! Now you’re playin’ all the time…I just can’t believe it, man,” Jack shakes his head.

Elvis shrugs, “Can’t really ‘splain it. It’s like the biggest rush ya could ever have and it just overpowers the fear. The crowds are wild though—never knew chicks could be so crazy.”

“Oh, I bet you are just drowning in it, ain’t ya?” Jack says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Elvis shrugs nonchalantly but his lip curls up into a mischievous grin as he looks out the window. He was indeed taking advantage of his newfound popularity with the girls, almost to an insatiable extent. He’d done good resisting in those first few months, knowing he had Dixie waiting for him at home, wanting to be faithful to her, wanting to be a good Christian boy. But damn, the more he was on the road and the higher the highs of his performances, he just needed a way to wind down at the end of the night. And there were just so many pretty girls literally tearing themselves apart to get to him.

In the end, he hadn’t been strong enough to resist. He knew cheating on Dixie was wrong, and he felt terrible about it, having her waiting here at home for him like she was, but with every show he was learning that he wasn’t gonna be giving any of this up any time soon. No, he wanted to take this as far as he could go, and while a small part of him wanted to hang on to the idea of starting a family with Dixie, a bigger part knew that wasn’t in the cards, not anymore.

“Speakin’ of, what the hell am I doin’ here? You suddenly forget how to talk to girls while in the service?” Elvis ribs, yet truly wants to know.

Jack lowers his voice to a hush and leans in, his eyes darting up every so often to make sure he’s not overheard. “No, man, but this girl, she’s different, I’m tellin’ ya. This ain’t about gettin’ laid. I don’t know what to say, I walked in here right off the train my first day home and it was like the goddamned heavens opened. Every time I try an’ talk to her, I just get all tongue tied like an idiot. I figure, you were always good with talkin’ to girls in general, so I need your help buddy.”

“You’ve got it bad, man. She must be a real looker,” he says, shooting up an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but it’s more than that. She’s smart…oh, shit, here she comes! Be cool,” Jack hisses, leaning back too casually, a dumb grin spreading over his face. Elvis can’t help but chuckle at the sight of his friend being so head over heels for a girl he barely knows. He leans back, taking a much more relaxed and subtle stance than his friend, one that has been well practiced these past few months, as the waitress comes up from behind him to take their orders.

If nothing else, watching Jack be a dumb shit is entertaining, he thinks.

The waitress bounces over and Elvis rolls his eyes slowly up her body, taking in every lovely curve along the way.

“Oh, hi, Jack! I see you’ve got a friend with you today.”

Elvis freezes, his eyes reaching your face just as you start speaking and look over at him.

It’s you.

Holy shit, it’s you.

His brain short-circuits. He hasn’t seen you since he graduated a year and a half ago. And damn if you don’t look prettier than ever, all grown up and filled out in all the right places, your smile brightening the room.

His lips part as his mouth drops, he can’t help it.

“Um, yeah, y/n, this, uh, this is my friend Elvis,” Jack stumbles over the introduction, looking to Elvis for help. But in this moment, Elvis feels utterly useless, every ounce of confidence he’s gained in the past year draining out of him all at once.

His heart gallops in his chest, and he sits up straighter. He can see you looking over him expectantly, eyes narrowing as if trying to place him. He knows he shouldn’t care if you remember him, but by god, if you don’t, he thinks he might be crushed. But he’s also aware he’s different, too. He’s filled out and his hair’s darker, and why in the hell would you remember him from all those years ago anyway? You’d barely spoken to each other in four years.

“Elvis…” His name drags and plays on your tongue in a way that makes his toes tingle. “Like that singer?”

Of course, that’s how you recognize him, he thinks. But at least you know of him, even if it’s not in the way he wishes. He decides to lean into being “Elvis” because maybe that’ll make him feel less like an awkward high schooler and more like a cool cat. Regardless, the shyness he’d felt for being odd in high school is now mostly gone, and his unique style is part of the reason he was garnering so much attention these days. His confidence, especially with the ladies, is ever-growing. He knows he’s getting to be hot shit in the South and now has an image to live up to. There is no space for shy Elvis Presley here in this diner, for all the reasons. So, he manages to turn up the dial on his Southern charm, forcing himself to relax in your presence.

“Well, Miss y/n, seein’ as I never met another man with that name, I suppose, yes, like that singer,” he responds with a coy smile.

“Aw, don’t let him trick ya with that modesty. This here’s the one and only Elvis Presley,” Jack kicks him under the table, the message clear: Use your fame to help me out.

Your face lights up a little at that, which has a little flutter rolling in his empty stomach. “Now, Jack, you never told me you were friends with a celebrity,” she teases, her attention divided between the two men.

Elvis has to very consciously remind himself that he is here to help Jack, not steal you out from under him, but it is taking everything in him not to reach over and play with the hem of your skirt and tell you just how much he wants to take you home to his mama, Dixie be damned.

Jack smiles almost giddily, obviously pleased with your attention. “Well, I’m not one to go showin’ off or nothin’,” he says self-deprecatingly.

Elvis rolls his eyes at that.

“Well, my sister is gonna be beside herself when I tell her who came in tonight. She’s thirteen and might be your biggest fan, Elvis,” you say cheerily. He notices you aren’t completely beside your own self over him being here, which he has some mixed feelings about. On the one hand, he desperately wants your attention and admiration, but on the other hand, it’s kinda nice that you aren’t fawning all over him. It makes you even more appealing somehow.

“So, what can I get ya?” you ask, taking out your pen and paper, looking from man to man.

“I’ll have a hamburger, well done, please, and one of your vanilla milkshakes,” Elvis says, unable to take his eyes off you.

“I’ll have the same, except the burger medium rare, like a real man,” Jack jokes, poking fun at Elvis’ picky eating habits. Thankfully, you don’t react, and Elvis can’t help but kick the shit out of Jack’s shin.

Jack winces.

“Hmm, why do I get the feeling that you two are gonna be trouble?” you smile knowingly at them, pointing at each with the top of your pen. “I’ll be back with those in a jif. Try not to kill each other before I get back.” You bounce away and both men turn to watch.

“No promises, honey,” Elvis calls after you.

“Y’see what I mean, don’tcha? Ain’t she just special somehow?” Jack whispers excitedly, totally gone over you.

Oh, Elvis knows intimately how special you are, but he can’t say it, so he settles for a, “Yeah, man, she seems great,” and tries not to feel sullen about how he’s got to be Jack’s wingman for his own dream girl.

They shoot the shit, and he does his best to get Jack talking to you when you come by, even though it’s hard because he wants you for himself. It’s painful having to keep himself so in line, his heart cinching in his chest every time you come by to check on them. That’s when Elvis knows he’s in deep trouble. He reminds himself often that he is off the market anyway, at least when here at home in Memphis.

He promised to help Jack out, and so he will, even if it kills him.

“I gotta take a leak, man,” Jack says after the food is finished, scooting out of the booth.

You sashay over to clear the plates, and Elvis can’t help but stare as you lean over the table. Your eyes dart to his and he swears he sees a hint of pink on your cheeks. Warmth spreads across his chest and he tries not to avert his eyes. Any other girl he would confidently ogle, so he tries his best to stay the course.

“Y’ know, I’m not sure how you do it,” you say, breaking some of the tension as you stand over him, hands full of dishes.

“Do what, honey?” he drawls, raising only his eyes. Now that Jack’s gone, he’s laying it on thick and can’t bring himself to feel bad about it. Not when it’s you.

You shift your weight, but otherwise ignore his advance, much to his chagrin. You’re probably used to getting hit on by customers. “Getting up in front of those big crowds, all those people, and singing like that. I could never,” you shake your head.

A split second and he decides to play his hand, mostly because he has to know, just has to, so leaning back confidently, he drawls again, “Oh, well, a pretty girl once told me you just hafta picture ‘em all naked.” A slow grin spreads across his face.

Your eyes widen as it hits you. He watches you carefully, cataloguing your expression as you remember, your eyes travelling over him quickly, trying to reconcile your memory of him with the man in front of you. Your cheeks go rosy, and he relishes in the fact that he’s the reason.

“Well, damn, I guess I give really good advice,” you finally say, a little breathless, with a shake of your head.

Elvis can’t help the loud laughter that escapes him at that. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but you surprise him with your quip. You smile back at him, proud of yourself. The smile makes him feel special somehow, like he’s the only guy in the world.

“You’re really somethin’ else, y/n,” he says, his laughter dying down and being replaced too quickly by the awe he always seems to feel in your presence.

Something flashes over your face, something he can’t quite interpret. “Right back atcha, Elvis Presley,” you respond, and there’s something in the softness of your voice and in the way your big eyes stare straight into his that sends electricity zinging down his spine.

Then, as he watches as you walk away, he knows with absolute certainty that this won’t be the last time you see him.

Till I waltz again with you Keep my love locked in your heart Darling I'll return and then We will never have to part

And it isn’t. In fact, Elvis somehow manages to stop into the diner nearly every time he is home from then on out. Sure, Jack is his best excuse, but he also rounds up the band and Sam and even Dixie once or twice to go to this great diner he “just happened to find.”

Once he knows you are more often than not going to be there because it’s your family’s place, he wants to go frequently, and Jack is thrilled because the man might be more entranced with you than he is.

It’s not long that being friendly customers turns into being friends. Even when they find out you’ve got a serious boyfriend (because of course you do), neither him nor Jack is much dissuaded by the fact. Elvis would much rather have you in his life as a friend than not at all, and Jack is somewhat delusional in thinking you’ll drop your boy for him.

And while Elvis wants more than anything in the world to have you all to himself, he knows it’s likely not in the cards, at least not now, and maybe not ever. Not with the boy you want to marry you ever so close and Jack waiting in the wings like a puppy. And certainly not when he is running himself ragged with tours and recording, with his very real dreams of stardom so near he can taste them. But, as reality shows when he and Dixie finally part ways in late spring, it is no kind of life for a successful relationship.

So, he has to be content with watching you walk away with someone else, knowing he can’t have you, even though those electric shocks go through him every single damn time he sees you.

Though it may break your heart and mine The minute when it's time to go Remember dear, each word divine That meant I love you so

Elvis in early March 1956

March 1956

Elvis’ career takes off so dramatically that he barely has time to process his good fortune. In the moments when he’s not traveling, recording, touring, or appearing on television, he relishes the somewhat normalcy of hanging out with friends and family. It’s steadily getting harder for him to go out without being bombarded by fans, but he generally enjoys the attention. He’s grateful for his fans and for his budding success, though sometimes it feels so overwhelming he doesn’t know what to do with himself. There are moments when he desperately wants to be still and alone but when he finally has a moment to himself, it feels like the world is closing in on him.

It’s one of these moody, antsy nights that he finds himself at your doorstep, without anyone else in tow. The last time this happened was the night he signed his contract with RCA. You’d been the first person outside of family he wanted to share the news with and without a thought, he’d ditched everyone else and showed up at the diner in his fancy suit, uncharacteristically lifting you up in a hug and spinning you around in his exuberance.

But the mood tonight is decidedly less enthusiastic. He’s tired but hasn’t been able to sleep in what feels like days, pressure pushing in on him from all sides. Usually he didn’t mind, taking it all in stride as part of his new life, but tonight he was worn and restless, his body vibrating with energy that has no outlet.

When he feels like this, he gets needy. He’s already the sort of guy that thrives on physical touch, but in the state he’s in, it’s a necessity rather than a preference. Normally, he might go out with a girl and fool around a bit, but the idea of having to charm and swoon and put on airs right now feels impossible. But he knows he needs a woman’s touch to soothe him and that’s how he finds himself here, alone, knocking on your door.

Your eyes widen with surprise when you open the door and then soften with concern at the state of him, near pitiful with the dark circles rimming his eyes, his body slumped against the door frame, and his pallor a sickly pale.

God, he just wants to weep at the welcome sight of you.

You quickly and quietly usher him inside. By some merciful twist of fate, you are alone. Your mother and sister are out of town visiting relatives and your father is working late at the diner.

This visit should be awkward but isn’t—it’s as though he has been dropping by your house alone and unannounced your whole lives with the way you receive him, and for this he is thankful. And perhaps this is why everything seems to hit him at once, a wave of anxiety rolling over him so strongly that he can barely speak as you lead him to the couch.

It’s suddenly all too much, this feeling of responsibility towards his family and friends and fans. He’s overworked and overtired and the panic of his rising success has him shaking before you, his heart beating too fast and his breathing too shallow, making him dizzy and lightheaded. As he hyperventilates, you hum at him softly, prompting him to put his head between his knees while rubbing circles on his back. Tears leak from his eyes, staining his cheeks and where he leans his head against his forearms on his knees. He too worked up to even be embarrassed by how completely raw and vulnerable he is before you.

With very few words, you just seem to know what’s happening. You don’t ask him to explain or to defend his feelings, you just accept them for what they are and accept him for all that he is. There are no expectations. He feels incredibly relieved by that.

As he eventually starts to calm, he falls over, exhausted, laying his head in your lap. He feels your slight hesitation, but only for a second, before your fingers begin to cart through his hair. He cannot help the small whimpering moan that escapes his lips at the tenderness of the gesture, one he so desperately needs in this moment.

You are exactly what he needs, and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to deny that right now.

Perhaps that is why, once his breathing slows and he feels himself start to fade away into drowsiness that he turns in your lap and asks what he does.

“Can I stay?” he breathes, begging, looking up into your beautiful eyes. The plea is not full of lust, yet there is an open-endedness to it that he doesn’t hide, as his need for your comfort in any way you will give it to him is his prerogative. He cares for you far more that he dares to admit and cannot resist the pull of your soul to his, not tonight.

He watches your face carefully, seeing your brow furrow in the slightest and how you worry your bottom lip with your teeth. Propriety says you shouldn’t dare go there—you both know this—but at this point he’s not beyond batting his long lashes at you hopefully and a little mournfully.

“Oh, alright,” you finally concede, “but you need to be quiet as a mouse. I don’t know when Daddy will be home. And no funny business, Presley.” You point at him playfully, but there is a seriousness to your tone that makes him nod to give you reassurance. Exhaustion and moodiness cloud the way his heart wants to soar at this development of trust between you two, but he is too worn out to even muster a joke about the situation. That and he admires you too much to do anything that might jeopardize your blossoming friendship.

And with that settled, he raises from his all too comforting position in your lap. Much to his dismay, he’s unsteady on his feet, his attack having drained him of what little remaining energy he had, but you are quick to come to his side and walk him through the house to your room.

This doesn’t stop an unintentional tension from building, however, as you enter your room with him held close. He waits for you, wanting to follow your lead, wanting you to be comfortable, though he would just as soon collapse on your single bed without another thought.

You turn to him as though not exactly sure what to do next, your mouth opening then closing quickly, and he suddenly wants to kiss you so damn badly it’s painful. But it’s not the first time he’s felt that way in your presence, and probably won’t be the last, but then again, it never has been just the two of you alone in your bedroom before.

“I…I’ll be right back, I’m just going to…to go change,” you stammer, grabbing what is likely a nightgown out of your dresser. “Um, make yourself comfortable.” Then you escape into the hallway beyond, and he can’t help the little smile that plays at his lips in your wake.

He takes the moment alone to remove his coat and jacket and slip off his shoes and socks, folding them neatly at the end of the bed. He hesitates for a moment with his shirt and pants, but as emotionally wrought as he is, all he can think of is the calm feeling of being near you and ends up stripping down to his boxers and undershirt. Figuring he can always put them back on if it eases your mind, he then sits on the edge of the bed and waits.

It's not long before you come back, clad in a pretty white nightgown with little blue flowers all over it, your hair all brushed out and face washed pink. His heart actually skips at the sight. You look gorgeous and he has to remind himself that’s not what he’s here for. He’s here for you, yes, but not in that way. Luckily, his exhaustion overrides that sort of thinking rather quickly—he’s not sure he could do much in this state, even if you wanted to. You shut the door quietly behind you, even though there is no one else home to hear.

The air in the room feels heavy with potential and he can sense your trepidation as you turn back towards him and sit near him on the edge of the bed. His body begins to drag with sleep, the comfort of your arms and your bed beckoning to him. Finally, he chooses to break the silence.

“I’m not going to hurt you...I would never do that. I promise I won’t touch you like that. I just want to—” he says softly.

“I know, Elvis,” you interrupt quietly, “It’s okay. I know.” And your eyes are so big and sweet and open to him that it nearly makes him want to start crying all over again. Part of him wishes he didn’t need you like this, that you didn’t have to see him in this moment of weakness, but part of him is glad it is you. It could only be you, really, that he would give this part of himself to, he realizes, though he’s not entirely sure why. It’s that strange, unspoken bond between you two that has lingered under the surface from the beginning. This almost unreasonable need to take care of each other even when it doesn’t always make sense.

Once you climb under the covers and invite him to join you, he falls in next to you faster than you can blink. The bed is small which doesn’t matter much since he instantly curls close into your side as you lay on your back, notching his head into your shoulder. He can smell the soap and cold cream on your skin, and he drapes his arm over your midsection as though he’s done it a million times before. You stiffen at the contact at first, but then he feels you relax, your head leaning onto his, eventually running your fingers soothingly over his arm.

Yes, this is what he needs, he thinks dreamily, feeling like he can finally breathe again. And it’s not long before he drifts off into a deep slumber, surrounded by your comforting scent and warmth.

It’s the gray early morning light peeking through your white curtains that has him stirring awake, and it takes him a good minute to figure out where he is and who he is with, a feeling he is all too used to considering how much he’s on the road. But waking in some seedy motel in the middle of Texarkana in the arms of some random chick from the night before is not anything like waking in your cozy little bed, your warm body pressed back into his.

There is a care here with you that he yearns for, positively aches for, but did not realize he wanted or needed until this very moment. He is surrounded by the sweet smell of your silky hair, the warm softness of your bare legs against his convincing him that everything about this situation is just right. In his sleepy, unthinking haze, he pulls you closer, spooning you tightly into him, thinking he could just stay here forever, blissfully unaware yet of why he shouldn’t do so.

Until his virile, 21-year-old body reminds him, that is.

Perhaps it is the drowsy little sigh that escapes your lips in the same moment you unconsciously wiggle back against him that does it. Suddenly, he is very much awake, in more ways than one.

A stupid, instinctually carnal part of him very much wants to lift the hem of your nightgown up higher than it is already bunched and slide himself right between your inviting, bare thighs and into your heat, and dear god, that thought has him unraveling himself from you quicker than lightning.

Aw, hell.

He rolls over and sits up too fast, forcing himself to think of anything and everything but how you are lying in that bed so invitingly near. He closes his eyes against the brightness of day and breathes a few deep breaths before reaching for his clothes at the end of the bed.

A lesser man might allow himself to slide back into that bed, but by god, he swore he wouldn’t touch you like that and he refuses to take advantage when you’ve been so good to him. This thought, more than anything, sobers him as he puts his clothes on.

“El…Elvis? Are you okay?”

Oh, the way your sweet little voice sounds all clouded with sleep has him biting his lip so hard he nearly draws blood.

“Yeah, baby, it’s all good. Go back to sleep, honey,” he whispers, finishing the buttons on his shirt as quick as he can.

The domesticity of this little scene coupled with the ache in his groin has every damn cell in his body wanting to get back in that bed, and maybe if it wasn’t you, he would. But it is you. And as desperately as he wants this, he respects you too much to let his hormones get the best of him.

So, before he can change his mind, he kisses the top of your head for a little too long, breathing in the scent of you one last time, then puts on his shoes, grabs his coat, and climbs out the window, escaping into the dawn.

Till I waltz again with you Just the way we are tonight I will keep my promise true For you are my guiding light

His thoughts drift to you all day. He doesn’t even want to change or shower because the smell of you still lingers on his clothes, on his skin. The unfamiliar feeling of being so well rested and content has him singing and smiling all day, prompting his mama to ask him, with a knowing eye, exactly where he was last night.

And this gets him thinking about how much he would love to wake up beside you every damn day if he could, how amazing that would feel, and about how maybe, just maybe, it’s possible that he can.

Ted is out of the picture, and it’s been long enough now that you’ve moved on through the heartbreak. You’ve even casually dated a little bit, though no one has seriously caught your eye.

But then there is Jack, who is still pining hopelessly over you, refusing to make a move. And Jack is one of his best friends. It wouldn’t be right to sweep you off your feet right out from under his nose. He knows he could do it, too, and not just because he’s cocky in his growing fame. After last night, he just knows somewhere deep in his soul that if he asked, you’d be his.

And he wouldn’t even consider it except now he’s had a taste of you, of your sweetness and your comfort and your care and goddamn it, your smell is still all over him.

Well, shit or get off the pot, Jack, he thinks, because I ain’t waitin’.

He works himself up into it, trying not to think about all the obstacles in the way, namely his career and how it’ll take him far away from you, but in this endorphin-fueled moment, none of that matters. Only you matter, that and how you make him feel like he’s on cloud nine and how now that he knows what it’s like to wake up next to you, he knows he wants that again and again for as long as possible.

In truth, if he’d stop long enough to really think on it, he’s known it for a long time.

He’ll catch you at the end of your shift tonight. He buys a bouquet of flowers and everything. Energy pulses through him all day, sending his fingers tapping and his legs bouncing so much that his mama tells him to go run it off. Junior and Gene and Red think maybe he’s lost his mind because he’s even more restless than usual.

Finally, after a full day of working himself up into a near frenzy, he jumps in the Caddy and heads to the diner, ready to make you his.

But when Elvis parks in front and looks through the window of the car and into the diner, he sees Jack has gotten there ahead of him. He sees Jack holding your hand and then kissing it, pulling you into the booth next to him. He sees the lovely way you blush and smile in response.

And then he watches as Jack pulls you into him for a long, lingering kiss on the cheek. The way your eyes flutter closed tells him all he needs to know.

Fuck.

He’s too damn late.

Jealousy roars through him as he sees his best friend touching you, touching you when it should be him, not Jack, doing so. He can’t help but feel the memory of your body pressed so perfectly against his just mere hours ago. At that, at the thought of never having that part of you ever again, Elvis’ heart breaks into little pieces. He rests his forehead against the top of the steering wheel, unable to look at the romantic little scene before him.

This is how it was always supposed to be, he tries to convince himself. It was always Jack who was pursuing you, not him. And the worst fucking part is that he knows that Jack can give you something he can’t: Jack can be there for you, stable and sure, with you in the same damn city every damn day.

He cares for you, but he knows that his career is taking him places you cannot follow. And it wouldn’t be fair of him to ask you to put your life on permanent pause for him, no matter how desperately he wants you, no matter how deeply he believes that there is something powerful drawing you two towards each other with every breath.

He cares enough for you that he realizes, at least for now, that he has to let you go.

Friendship it is, then.

My light, my light I will keep my promise true Till I waltz again with you

Elvis in 1956

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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''Just readin' our lines, darling''

PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Assistant!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.9K

SUMMARY | Tom is getting ready to read his lines for a new movie he's working on, and he requested your help with doing just that. Since the both of you have been pining for each other for a while you agree, and you won't regret it when you see the scene he wants to read with you.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mutual pining, Tom is a bit of a smooth flirt, smut [ oral (M receiving), fingering, protected sex, lots of praises ], lots of romantic fluff.

REQUEST | @formyexperiments - Tom Hiddleston x assistant reader where reader for the first time reads lines with Tom which happens to be a romantic /steamy scene and it so happens that they're both pining for each other

A/N | Thank you so much for this lovely request, and I hope you enjoy the route I took with this! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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''Darling, could you maybe help me with reading the lines for this scene? It seems that I can't get them in my head, so I hope you will help me remember them,'' he asks and you look up from your laptop. You were currently drafting up an email that goes to his publisher, but that wasn't too important so it can wait a few minutes. ''Are you sure? I mean, I've never read lines with anyone before,'' you shrug, but you're secretly over the moon that he asked you. ''You'll be perfect, there's no need to worry,'' he says and you sigh. ''Fine, but only if you let me finish this email first, otherwise your publisher won't be too happy with us,'' you say and he nods.

A short 30 minutes later you're done and you close your laptop, and within an instant, Tom is back on his feet from the chair he was waiting in. ''Wow, you're pretty eager for someone who just wants to read some lines,'' you joke and he brushes it off. ''That's not true, I wasn't eager, I just happened to be getting up at the same time you happened to be done,'' he says and you just laugh. God, your crush on this man was truly getting out of hand now, it wasn't even that funny yet you laugh like it was the best joke you'd ever heard.

''Can I have the lines? I can't help you read them if I don't know what they are,'' you say and he walks over to you, and hands you a copy of the lines he wants you to read with him. ''I highlighted your lines to make it a little easier,'' he says as he stands a little too close for someone who is just handing you something. Your breath hitches when your fingers touch and suddenly your brain appeared to have just completely shut off, there is not a single thought behind your eyes except for him. You read the lines and when you see what kind of scene it is, you're not sure you can do this anymore.

''Tom, I-, I'm sorry but I don't think I can do this,'' you say as you avoid his eyes and just look at the floor. ''It's okay, we're just readin' our lines, darling. Don't worry about anything else,'' he says and you swallow thickly, agreeing to do it anyways. You look over them one more time, and he starts to read his lines. The scene happens to be Tom's character professing his love for the girl he has been in love with for a long time, which is perfect because he has been in love with you for a long time.

''There's no one else I want more than you. It's always been you, and it always will be you, Y/N. If you choose me, I promise I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will give you everything you could ever wish for and more, and I promise to love you unconditionally, until the end of time,'' Tom reads as he keeps walking closer and closer to you until there's barely any space left between the two of you. You gasp softly as he cups your face in one of his hands, moving your gaze to meet his as he speaks the next lines. ''I'm in love with you, Y/N, I have been for years and I can only hope you feel a fraction of the love for me, that I feel for you,'' he says and you completely forgot what you're doing.

Suddenly Tom's hand moved to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face to his as he captures your lips with his. This wasn't in the script, but you'd be damned if you would say you aren't enjoying every last second of this. Your script falls to the floor as your hands find their home around Tom's neck, and he lifts you by the back of your thighs so you can wrap your legs around his waist. When the two of you break the kiss for some air, you can't help the giggle that escapes you. ''I've wanted to do that for so long, and I'm glad I finally did it,'' Tom says, and all you say in response is ''Take me to the bedroom, please,''.

It doesn't take long for him to close the bedroom door behind the two of you and he walks over to the bed where he lays you down gently as he starts undressing you. When he takes off your dress he reveals a gorgeous black and green lingerie set which takes his breath away when he sees it. ''You look gorgeous in this, but I think you'd be even more beautiful when you're wearing nothing at all,'' he says with a smirk, and you can't help but blush. You sit up and pull Tom towards you so you can undress him too. One by one you unbutton the buttons on his shirt and when it falls open you're greeted by a muscular chest and stomach.

You've had many dreams about him and his body, but they will never compare to the real thing. Your hands slide over his muscles and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hands stroking him, and suddenly your hands move down to his pants, quickly opening and unzipping before pulling it down in one smooth motion. ''I want to taste you on my tongue,'' you say as you look up at him, and the way you're looking at him makes him almost go feral, but he wants the first time with you to be nothing but pleasure and love. There would be more than enough time for roughness and manhandling on other occasions.

When he stepped out of his pants it was very obvious Tom was getting pretty hard already, so you decided to help him even more by palming him through his underwear, as well as giving soft kisses along his shaft over the fabric of his underwear. ''Please, don't tease like that,'' he groans and you just smile before pulling his underwear down too, making his throbbing dick fly up against his stomach with a splat from the precum that had leaked already. Without the least bit of hesitation, you wrap your mouth around his tip, which makes Tom grunt deeply from his chest and you were squeezing your thighs together to get some sort of friction.

You're trying to take as much of him as you can as you're bobbing your head back and forth while sucking in your cheeks, and it earns you lots of praise from Tom. ''Doin' so good for me, fuck, feels so perfect wrapped around my cock, darlin'. Knew you would take me so beautifully,'' he moans softly and you wrap your hands around the part of his shaft you can't reach. His hands have found their way into your hair but he didn't force himself into you, he let you go at your own pace and you're very appreciative of that.

You keep doing that for a few more minutes before Tom feels his orgasm approaching quickly and he suddenly pulls out, leaving you whining softly at the loss of him in your mouth. ''It's okay darling, I'm almost there but I want to cum when I'm inside that soaking wet pussy of yours,'' he says as he pushes you down onto the bed and you crawl back a little, making room for him. He unclasps your bra and takes it off, adoring your breasts for a little bit before taking off your underwear and letting his hands roam over your legs, sides, and arms as he is moving over you.

He kisses you slowly but full of passion before moving away to grab a condom out of his nightstand. As much as he wants to cum inside you, he doesn't want to risk getting you pregnant yet. He rips the foil open and rolls it onto himself before resuming his earlier activities of roaming his hands over your body. This time he had a clear goal in mind, and he was determined to make you cum on his fingers before he would even think about filling you up. His long slender fingers slipped inside you without a single doubt and you gasped at the feeling, already feeling stuffed from just 2 of his fingers.

''You're doing perfect for me darling, taking my fingers so well. Can feel you clench around them, are you close?'' he asks and with his other hand, he finds your clit, hitting your sweet spot in and outside of your pussy at the same time to pull an overwhelming orgasm out of you within no time at all. You become a moaning and whining mess on his fingers and he loves it, making him unable to wait any longer to be buried inside you. ''Gonna fill you up real good now darling, I'll go slow for you,'' he says as he nudges your entrance with his tip.

You immediately relax and before you know it he's buried inside you to the hilt, and rutting into you as he's chasing his orgasm as well as your second one. ''T-Tom, it feels so good inside me!'' you say and he leans down to kiss you passionately. All that can be heard is erratic moans and groans as well as the sound of skin against skin as he keeps thrusting into you. When his fingers find your clit again he has you falling apart again and with a loud moan of his name you cum again, followed shortly after by Tom. When he's done riding out both your orgasms he pulls out and discards the condom before getting a warm washcloth to clean both of you up.

''I can't believe we just did that,'' you tell him and you hide your face behind your hands to disguise your flushed cheeks. ''Don't hide from me, my darling, I want to see that beautiful face of yours,'' he says and you take your hands away, Tom grabs one of them and rubs soft circles over the back. ''How do you feel?'' he asks and you're still a little bit fuzzy, but you don't mind in the slightest. ''Perfect,'' you say as your eyes fall shut with pure bliss, and a lot of sleepiness now. ''Wanna cuddle with you,'' you tell him and he gladly accepts, pulling your back flush against his chest as he nuzzles in your neck.

''I want you to be mine, darling. There's no one else I want more than you. It's always been you, and it always will be you, Y/N. If you choose me, I promise I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will give you everything you could ever wish for and more, and I promise to love you unconditionally, until the end of time,'' he says, recounting the lines from the script he read earlier, but he means it. He will do whatever it takes to make you the happiest woman on earth.

''I choose you, Tom, I will choose you over and over again, not only in this lifetime and this universe but in every other lifetime and every other universe there is. It has always been you, and it will always be you,'' you say and you seal your promise with a kiss. ''I love you more than anyone I've ever loved before,'' you say as you nuzzle into him now. ''I love you too, darling,'' he says and you fall asleep in the arms of the man you love, with butterflies going absolute haywire in your stomach and the biggest smile anyone has ever had on their face.

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How do I achieve a perfect void concept? Thank you for your advice. I'll be really grateful<3

Oh I think this is the first question sent to me by an "Anon". Thanks for trusting me and asking questions🙏💖

Actually, I'm not exactly a master manifestor. I don't know all about the Law of Assumption or the Void, but I want to help you as much as I can🧡

Let's call it "have" rather than "achieve" because we are God, honey. God doesn't try to achieve, she/he just has what she/he wants💅

There are many ways to "have" a perfect Void Concept. We all know these. "Affirmation" "To have it in your dream" "To manifest in writing" and many more. Or join a Challenge. But I think the most important thing is "Persist". How you manifest, keep persisting with your manifest, honey. Because as long as an assumption is insisted on, it becomes true whether it is true or false. Ah, I think Neville Goddar had such a saying, sorry if I wrote it wrong🙏

Here is a post I recommend about "Persist":

Please read this post!!❣

Please have a Perfect Void Concept in the most natural and comfortable way for you. And remember, The void is not on us . YOU are the one giving you your desires, not the Void. Because you are GOD. You instantly manifest whatever you want in the Void because as GOD you assumed so. The void exists because as GOD you created it. Please don't give your Godly power to the Void State. Remember the Void is not above you YOU are above it as a GOD. Also, the Void State is just a method. It's not a magic or magical place. The Void State is just a deep meditative state. If you change your perspective on the Void State, even that will help you develop your Void Concept a lot💕

"How do I achieve (Have💅) a perfect Void Concept?"

Ah I guess I didn't fully answer that above. Sorry🙏 I'll tell you how I make a manifest. I hope I can help you and if I can't help you with this please send me a question or message again💖

First of all, I know a lot of people in this community are trying to get into the Void. And once you fail, you quickly go back to your old mindset. Please don't do this🙏 Persist on the new story that you always have a "Perfect Void Concept" and enter the Void in a very short time!! And act like you have them and it is. This works grea for me 💜

Even if you can't enter the Void at the moment, tell yourself how happy you are that you entered the Void and how easy it was for you to enter the Void! I always tell myself "I am the Queen of the Void". Also, don't say that a boy can't call himself a Queen. I think queenhood is gender neutral. LOL. This makes me feel so good.❤ Please choose the affirmations that suit you💙💅💋

Let me tell you what I did. This helped me a lot so I suggest you what I did myself and i think most people are manifesting that way lol:

Anyway, I want you to think about this, how would you feel if you had a "Perfect Void Concept"? If you had a "Perfect Void Concept" would you worry about what happens in 3D anymore? Of course not, because you know you can go into the void whenever you want and have what you want💅 Would you worry about the void? Do you start thinking negatively just because you failed the Void once? Do you think the Void or you gave your desires to you? Of course you give because as a GOD you also created the Void State!

If you had a perfect Void Concept, what would you think while walking or continuing your daily life?

Please ask yourself!💕

I also imagine myself entering the Void, and while imagining this, I ask myself how perfect I am in the Void and Why do I have such a Perfect Void Concept? 💋

As I wrote above, when I started thinking and living like this, my Void Concept and Self Concept developed. I hope it helps you too 💘

Let's slay! We are the Queens of the Void💋💅

I manifest the things I want to manifest with the "feeling of knowing that I have it".

However, this method may not suit you. So robotic affirmation, writing, imagining. Or a challenge. Do whichever suits you💓

Challenges I recommend:

You don't have to do these challenges. I only suggest if you want to❤

But whatever you do, no matter how you feel, no matter what you think, please don't stop Persisting 🙏🍀

It is normal to feel bad, to have bad thoughts, to have doubts, but do not identify with them. They don't matter as long as you don't identify with them because they come from the Ego and not from God who is your true self. Please don't misunderstand the "Persist" I said.

Ah, if the things I wrote above do not suit you, please read other posts. I hope I have helped. I hope I was able to help you as you wanted and gave a proper answer. If I didn't explain well enough and couldn't help, please send me a question or message again. If anyone else is reading this, if what I'm saying doesn't suit you, that's fine. Please write in the comments what you think I got wrong. I don't know how many people read this though. I hope I have been helpful and have not written any limiting beliefs. If there is such a thing please let me know ❤

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exquisiteserotonin · 7 months

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Footsteps to Follow: Part 4

The Dangers of Fate

Series Summary: The loss of a loved one lasts forever and every person finds different ways to heal.

Pairing: Alice York x Foodtruck owner! Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE. Descriptions of violence and intent to commit violence. TW due to some talk of human trafficking and rape (nothing described, just implications of a bad guy involved in organized crime might be doing). Hints of romance and fluff. ANGST. If you are UNDER 18, please DNI. MDNI!!! AU, Foodtruck Owner Joel! No outbreak.

Word Count: ~3.5K

A/N: I'm glad that my writer's block more or less fixed itself for the time being. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I think we are finally getting somewhere. Things are starting to move! 💜💜💜

To my magical sluts: Thank you for helping through my neurotic feelings if inadequecy regarding my writing @imalrightllama @magpiepillsjunior @youandmeand5bucks @pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen @legendary-pink-dot @sparklefarts38 @arcanefox207

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Alice sat with her legs tightly crossed one over the other on a quaint, earthy green bench situated in the middle of a garden. The aroma of the coffee in her hand paired with the ocean breeze wafting through the arched breezeway sent an invigorating energy through her body. Another country, another job. She took a sip of her coffee, surrendering to the warmth it spread from her lips to her chest, and stomach. The vibrant color and smoky sweet scent of lavender plants filling the air were beguiling to the senses. There wasn’t anything quite like it at home.

They were countless, the times she wished her next destination would be to a place of her choosing, at a time she found convenient, during a time she desired. But for the first time, she longed for the feeling of returning home. With another deep breath of her coffee, it was like she was back again, sharing one with a middle-aged man from Texas with patchy facial hair, a man more handsome than he had any right to be.

***

“I’m sorry our first date had to be over shitty hospital coffee,” Joel had apologized.

“Is that what this is?” she asked, treading carefully along the bridge between disinterest and full-on crush.

Joel’s hands wiggled as he raised his brows towards her and twitched his mouth at the quip. The way faint lines on his forehead revealed themselves and the line that appeared on his bottom lip as he puckered them in thought sent a light flutter inside Alice’s stomach. She squeezed her eyes tightly, blowing out a nervous breath.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, scrunching her face in consternation, “I’m so not good at this.”

“Now, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Joel responded, as he stretched out his feet under the table, the toe of his boots just inches from her sneakers, “I think you’re doin’ alright.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’ve got a few years on ya, Alice,” Joel replied in a self-deprecating tone. “So, tell me, how’d ya fall into nursin’?”

The answer was easy, but the guilt that accompanied it was equally apparent.

“Helping people, trying to anyway, seemed like,” she paused for a moment to think, “the appropriate choice. I kind of rebelled, pretty terribly as I got older and probably hurt a lot of people in the process.”

“Well, I’m not ‘bout to judge people by their past,” Joel shared.

“Human nature, huh?” Alice commented. “We’re all a little bit broken.”

“Like an egg,” Joel countered, his posture straightening and his eyes lighting up.

“What?” Alice laughed, curious about his unique comparison.

“You know, like an egg can break, but what’s inside is usually helluva lot better,” Joel explained, “like you can eat it, could be a baby chicken, too.”

So many people might have ridiculed him for the simplicity of his comparison. Ever observant, Alice took in the moment, took in the words, keeping the charm and wisdom that were present underneath the rugged exterior.

“That’s pretty wise, Tex,” Alice praised, tipping her cup of coffee to him in salute.

Joel took a sip of his simple, black coffee and pushed against the table with a long, nervous sigh, “Truth is, Alice, I ain’t really good at this either.”

He waved his hand in the space between them.

“I don’t know about that,” Alice hummed, “you seem to be doing OK to me.”

***

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she heard a voice muse, bringing her back to the garden.

Alice looked up, shifting her eyes towards her handler. She closed them with a silent nod of her head.

“Romantic even,” Firefly murmured, out at the impossibly, vibrant blue water of the Dubrovnik coastline.

Is she talking about my father?

It was an exercise in conflicting emotions to watch her handler’s face change, each line filled with a story, each gaze and each sigh held a memory which Alice knew nothing about. Some days she wanted to ask her what those memories were, searching for any strings that could tie her even closer to her father. Other days, she was simply scared to ask for fear of the emotions it would stir in them both.

How did you know he was in love with you?

Did he talk about me? No. Don’t answer that question.

Did he treat you better than he treated my mother?

Why didn’t you save him?

Standing up, Alice followed Firefly through the archway leading up to the quiet, nondescript apartment she had secured for their stay just on the outskirts of Dubrovnik. The walls of the apartment were made of stone that varied in shape and size. Each one climbed up to the top of the building revealing beauty, age, and distinction in their grooves and crevices. The owner at the front desk barely acknowledged them with a smile on her aged face. She stared out the arched window, closing her eyes to the breeze, occasionally waving to locals she knew.

In a single file, Alice followed her handler up the narrow, steep stairway to their room. It was cozy, clean, and simple. A couch with a pullout bed greeted them, a small coffee table placed before it was a perfect space for working. Past the living space was a narrow but open archway leading to the bedroom. Alice explored the small space as her handler immediately took her laptop from her briefcase. The change back to cutthroat professionalism was jarring. She opened her laptop, her fingertips clacking at the keys as she ensured that she had an encryption to protect their location, their identity, and everything else in between. It was no wonder her dad had fallen in love with her, she was just like him.

Alice sat next to her, as she began to bring up all her files on their target: Vojislav Đorđević. The dossier Firefly had compiled on him was extensive and at first glance, overwhelming. She and Alice combed through information: wanted in the Netherlands, Germany, and France for human trafficking of women, children, and migrants, firearms trafficking, and participation in a criminal organization.

A trembling feeling began to percolate in Alice’s stomach as she continued to read about the man’s atrocities. It was as though someone had stuck their hand down her throat and was churning her intestines. Kidnapping, torture, rape, and murder. Just seeing the written on the same line, in the same sentence as children sent a scorching rage igniting inside her. She felt her shoulders and chest beginning to tighten as she fought to keep herself from seething. Before she even realized it, an enraged tremble began to quiver beneath her skin. It grew with each file she read and each photo that she had to go through.

She drew a deep breath and stood up, turning away from the computer, placing her hands on her hips. Pacing around seemed to be the only way she could tear her eyes away from just one photo she saw, one photo that was enough to strengthen her resolve to kill him in the most terrible way imaginable. A shot to the head would be too merciful. Perhaps a knife to both eyes before cutting off his dick.

“Alice…Alice?” she knew it was her handler, but her voice seemed simultaneously close and far away. “Alice, you ok?”

After a few blinks, she refocused herself and turned back to Firefly.

“Sorry…,” Alice replied, her brow furrowed still, “I’m fine…I’ll be fine.”

Firefly turned away from her laptop and closed it, “I know I’ve told you this before, but I need you on your A-game, there can’t be any distractions.”

“I’ve heard this all before, I know if I get distracted, I get killed,” Alice said, her voice spent with exasperation.

“Personal feelings about this aren't going to make you execute the job any better,” Firefly declared, her face firm and authoritative. “I need your head clear.”

Alice turned back to her handler, the tightness in her shoulders beginning to settle as she unclenched her hands that she had formed into a fist. She returned to her chair, her posture straight and attentive. Leaning forward, she pressed her forearms against the table.

“You’re right. I’m ready,” Alice conceded. “Tell me the plan again.”

***

Alice awoke the next morning, rested and ready. She left the apartment in the early afternoon living, breathing, and becoming one with the town. The breeze off the ocean danced through her hair as she walked through nearly every quiet side street of the seaside city. Alice checked her watch, the time ticking down to the job. She stopped outside a busy cafe ordering a coffee from the counter. The humming chatter of tourists filled the air as they sat down for a snack and a respite from their day of exploring.

Once she finished her coffee, she went inside to the bathroom, opening her bag which held her uniform: a boxy and plain blue shirt and black pants. She examined herself in the mirror straightening the creases on the shirt and pants of her housekeeping disguise.

The warmth of the setting sun was slinking away as Alice strolled through the side streets approaching the luxurious hotel where Đorđević was holing in for the evening. She crept past a few hotel staffers arguing amongst one another on their smoking break. Other hotel staff walked in and out a side door that was easily accessible to the public, but also easy enough to slink through amidst the rocky hillsides and floral strewn hills that provided a natural landscaping that would be easy for her to navigate.

I’m in.

Alice texted Firefly quickly.

Blending in easily with the cleaning staff, she gained access to their supply room, surreptitiously grabbing a keycard that one absent-minded young individual let fall to the floor from his hand She pushed the giant cart of cleaning supplies in front of her, glancing at her reflection in one of the spotlessly clean mirrors. Not a spot of makeup. Hair pulled back into a tight low bun. Completely plain. Completely unnoticeable.

As Alice inched closer and closer to the top floor where the Presidential suite and Đorđević rested, Firefly kept a lookout and waited for the job to be done so they could return home. Her eyes scanned the glimmering, midnight blue water as tourists and locals strolled along, breathing in the night air. A tightness grasped her like a fist punching through her chest. Her eyes narrowed on a figure familiar to her, age lines littering his face, and his once golden blonde hair was nearly white in his old age. He held his head up with an air of privilege and entitlement she thought she would never have to see again. The stench of his ego threatened to hitch a ride on the wind. His shoulders were pulled back in an arrogant posture, a posture she could never forget. It was the same arrogant, self-assured posture his son once shared with him before he was killed.

Alice looked down at her phone, seeing a text message light up the screen.

Mission compromised. Abort now.

Seriously? Alice thought. This can’t be happening.

Can still finish job.

She typed her words quickly as she walked through the halls of a floor a few levels below the top floor.

Negative. Hold position.

Alice paced back and forth stepping away from the cleaning cart. The cold, carbon steel pressed securely to her leg with her ankle strap.

I’d just need one moment. He’d be dead faster than a lightning strike.

The fast whirring of the staff elevator raced to Alice’s ears. Like a startled cat, she acquired her knife and held still behind the large cart. The steel took on the warmth of the anticipatory heat that flowed through her palm and her fingers. She stood ready to eliminate whoever was about to come through the elevator to thwart her. Her slow and silent breaths quieted the fast and loud thumping of her heart. The thin, mechanical hiss of the opening doors set off a countdown in her brain. Slow footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway.

“Excuse me, I seem to be lost; could you show me where the indoor pool is?” a sing-song voice called out.

Firefly stood before her, a stern look washed over her face while Alice rolled her eyes, twirling her knife behind her wrist.

“What are you doing here?” she breathed through her teeth.

“I told you we were compromised.”

Hooking her arm with Alice’s they walked briskly towards the stairs. Alice was huffing with the speed at which she followed her handler. The chill of anxiety began to creep into her bloodstream the closer they got to the ground floor. In the stairwell, Firefly took a quick scan of her phone tapping into different cameras in the building. All clear. Their sprint had ended when Firefly walked ahead, grabbing the handle of the door to the lobby.

“Meet me at the Tisak booth after you’ve changed.”

Alice rushed to the bathroom, her heart beating faster with the lack of knowledge her handler was refusing to provide.

This is the kind of shit that’s going to get me killed.

She slipped into a soft, black linen dress and applied a swipe of red lip gloss across her lips and a quick coat of mascara on each set of eyelashes. With her hair down, she looked like a different person. As she glided past the front desk, she noted everything around her, nothing seemingly out of place until spied a tall, older man with bright, silvery blonde hair, his shoulders pushed back beneath the sleek pressed fabric of his polo shirt.

“Oh yes, thank you sir.” Alice overheard the polite and discreet voice of the front desk agent. “Someone will be down to accompany you to his room.”

Alice shook off the urge to follow the man, certain he was being accompanied to the Presidential suite. She stored the image of him in her brain, filing it away, certain she’d have to return to it later.

Is this old man really the one she’s worried about?

Distractions will get you killed.

I could have gotten killed.

She walked with long strides, her small traveler bag on her shoulder. Her personal artillery shifted inside, and she slowed her steps, cognizant of any attention that she might inadvertently bring to herself. The adrenaline rushed to her ears as she saw her handler’s car. She entered through the passenger’s side, pulling the door closed with a loud slam.

“What the fuck was that?” Alice demanded.

“I told you we were compromised, and I made the call to drop the job,” Firefly responded quickly and firmly.

“No, no, I fucking put my life on the line out there and that’s the bullshit reason you give me?”

“It’s not your concern anymore,” she added, looking in her car’s rear view mirror as she left the city walls of the old town heading towards the airport. “I will take this one moving forward.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alice groaned, rubbing her eyes and forehead in frustration. “What? Is this some kind of fallout from an old job you and my dad had? Couldn’t keep your legs closed, so karma’s knocking at your door?”

Firefly swerved the car with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, stopping at the side of the road. Faster than Alice could open her mouth to speak, her handler slapped her in the face. Tears sprung from the corner of her eyes as she brought her hand to her face, which was left red and stinging.

“I just saved your fucking life. Trust me, if you needed to know about this, I’d have already told you.” Firefly said as her eyes, darkened by the nighttime sky, held back tears. “We’re done.”

The quiet of the deep night took over the road, the rush of the world zoomed past the car while the silent, stifling air that filled the vehicle threatened the life of any noise that tried to pierce it. Alice tried to calm her seething anger, looking out the window at the stars in the sky only moving her eyes towards her handler in quick glances. The silent noise continued until they arrived at the airport.

***

“Here are your tickets,” Firefly said, her face laden with lines of distant confusion as they walked through the sliding glass doors of the airport terminal. “Take some time for yourself. If something comes up, I’ll notify you.”

“Please…,” Alice urged, letting out a sigh of frustration, “why won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“Alice, I could have gotten you killed,” her voice cracked with the words, “I’d never---I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

A dull ache crept across Alice’s neck as she observed another moment of sentimentality escape from her handler. Anger, disappointment, and frustration. She felt all of these things and yet through it all, there was never a question regarding trust. Not in Alice’s mind. She’d always been able to trust Firefly.

“Why don’t you trust me?” Alice questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, this time her eyes demanding Alice’s attention and gaze. “I promise you that once I have all the intel, once I have it all clear, I’ll find you again.”

Alice stood dumbfounded as Firefly turned away, disappearing into a crowd of travelers. An unwelcome and familiar feeling of dread veiled itself over her. She dug her hands deep into her pockets, squeezing her keychain as she turned on her heels to join the sprinkling of travelers. Her footsteps heavy with the unwanted memory of a broken promise.

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Bright sunlight greeted Alice as she disembarked the plane that had touched down on the tarmac. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked through the terminal.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath as she recalled that she didn’t plan for a ride home.

Signs littered the airport advertising taxis and ride shares. Exhaustion and confusion had already set themselves within Alice and the desire to curl up in the warm covers of her bed was strengthening its resolve. As though in a trance, she opened up her phone contacts, swiping through the names of co-workers and lingering longer than she wanted to admit on her sister’s name before her thumb settled over a name she knew she shouldn’t call.

Stop being ridiculous, Al. She heard her inner voice groan.

As though her thumb had a mind of its own, she discovered that she had already dialed the phone number for Joel Miller.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Alice whispered as she began to walk with hint of panic in each step.

“Hello?” The sound of his rugged drawl came clear over the phone.

“Um, hey, Joel, it’s Alice,” she greeted, her fingers trembling along with her voice, “I’m sorry to call all of a sudden like this.”

“Hey come on now,” Joel assured, “it ain’t no trouble. You OK?”

“Um yeah…,” she lied through shaky breaths, “I just got home from a trip and realized as I landed, I didn’t make the right pick up plans and I---,”

“Need me to come pick you up from the airport?” Joel offered, the tone of his voice rising eagerly. “Where should I meet you?”

“Yeah, if you could? I’m in Terminal A, if you can do it.” Alice asked with a slight tone of embarrassment. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Already said I would,” he replied with a low chuckle.

“Thanks, Tex.”

Alice restlessly shook her knee as she sat on a bench just outside Terminal A. The nerves of waiting for Joel and the anxiety built up from the last 24 hours combined to create a particularly biting panic attack. She watched as car after car passed, until a metallic green pickup truck slowed in the passenger pick up lane. The way he practically leapt out of the truck to grab her suitcase was enough to set her spirit soaring.

It should be a crime to look as good as he does in an old t-shirt and jeans. She thought to herself.

She followed him as he placed it in the back passenger seat. He turned to face her; his smile was like a bright beacon that guided her through the fog of her panic.

“Welcome home, Alice.”

“Joel,” she greeted, her voice shaking as she stepped towards him.

“Hm?” He smiled, showing off his ridiculously attractive dimples.

With one bold move she pulled him close towards her, tugging at his shirt before her eyes lingered on the calming glimmer of his deep brown eyes until they followed a natural line to the pout beneath his mustache. And with one soft caress of her lithe fingers from his forehead to his chin, she kissed him.

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clarablightt · 3 months

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okay so yknow it’s valentine’s day so i would be remiss if i didn’t do this, so im doing it…

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO MY MOST INCREDIBLE AND WONDERFUL QUEERPLATONIC GIRLFRIEND 💙💜

she has genuinely changed my life. as of tomorrow, we will have been together for 7 months. these 7 months have genuinely been so perfect and incredible and magical and they’ve been the best months of my life. i love everything we do together. our little texts throughout the day, the snapchats she sends me of things she’s doing, and our nightly discord calls. every second i spend with her is incomparable to anything else on this earth. she has gotten me through so many difficult times, and i trust her so completely. my life truly would not be the same without her. we may be long distance right now, so we only get to see each other every couple months at most, but the thought that one day we will be living together and i’ll hold her in my arms forever brings me so much hope for the future that i feel as tho i could take on the world!

lovey! if you’re reading this (as i’m sure you will hehe) thank you for everything! you’re truly the most incredible girlfriend i could’ve ever asked for, and i’m so glad you decided to spam like all of my aroace posts! you’ve made me feel so much more comfortable with myself. you’ve shown me that i’m worthy of kindness and caring and love in a way that no one else ever has. you’ve shown me i matter. thank you for being the most kind-hearted, loving, and compassionate soul on this planet! without you, i could’ve never achieved all the personal growth i’ve made over the past few months. you’re constantly encouraging me to improve and become the best version of me that i’ve always known i could be but never had the strength to achieve. you’ve given me that strength. so, for everything, i thank you. thank you for loving me. thank you for being so kind. thank you for choosing me. and thank you for putting up with my nonsense!

and most of all, thank you for being mine ♡

i truly can’t wait to see you again! when i do, i will never ever stop hugging you! i truly cannot wait to continue our aroace adventure! i love you @animalsandskyyy ♡ ♡ ♡

anyway sorry to be gushy on main i just love her so much *sniff*

#sorry to put my emotions for you on blast like this sweetheart!#i just love you so much and thought the world deserved to know hehe ♡ ♡#also this is my first valentine’s day with a girlfriend???#my ex broke up with me one week before valentine’s day oops #but that’s a story for another time (that i probably won’t tell haha)#aromantic #asexual #aro #ace #aroace #queerplatonic #qpr #lesbian #sapphic #sapphic qpr #our aroace adventure #♡#clara says stuff

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fsbc-librarian · 11 months

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So guys, I’m sorry, but HUGE rant incoming here - turn away now if you don’t want to hear it!

I am the biggest pusher for leaving comments on AO3. Hell, I can even break down 4 different comment types that are all perfectly acceptable for anyone feeling shy or not knowing where to start 🤷‍♀️ but authors, please remember:

YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO COMMENTS.

As an author, I know comments are amazing! They give you a kick, they give you fuel, they make you feel wonderful, someone has read your work and loved it!

And I love the authors: you’re giving me stories for FREE and if all it takes to to pay for this is to comment, then HELL YES! I will comment!

But you’re not entitled to my comments. You’re not entitled to anything from anyone. Respect goes both ways.

🔆

For those curious and wondering where to start, these are the four comment types I personally recommend and know that I - and my author friends - love:

Type 1: Hieroglyphics

Where the reader leaves no words, only emojis. Minimum of one (1), up to 1000.

Type 2: Basic

Short and succinct, to the point. Usually lovely, may or may not include emojis . “I loved this!”, “Wow! 🔥”, “Thank you for writing this!”

Type 3: Textbook

Where the reader leaves a three part comment that is literally perfect - compliment for the fic overall, highlight a specific bit, let the author know that you’d love to see more. “This fic is so good! I loved the bit where X fell off the couch! I haven’t stopped laughing 😂 I’d love to see more if you ever decide to revisit this ‘verse!”

Type 4: Derangement

No holds barred. Can be a wall of emojis, a step by step commentary, unintelligible flailing, overuse of the word “wow”, left in a positive manner, and quite possibly involves the theoretical throwing of Australian marsupials. It may or may not involve personal stories, tangents, shopping lists, or reminders for things that are only very distantly related to fanfiction at all.

(It should also be noted that type 4 is the type I use when my friends post work, so the ‘derangement’ descriptor is my own, and is said in good fun.)

🔆

The other side of the commenting coin is for how authors choose to respond to these comments. SO THIS IS FOR THE AUTHORS!

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REPLY TO COMMENTS!

For those who do want to respond - but maybe you’re a bit lost about what to say - keep reading!

Type one is the easiest to respond to, if you choose to respond. Leave a single emoji in reply, a 💜 or a 🌸. Get fancy with it, and leave 1 emoji for every emoji they’ve left you. Or keep it simple and just say “thanks”.

Type two is also easy to respond to. “Thanks!” or “Thanks for reading!” Chuck out an emoji if you’re feeling fancy!

Type three can be difficult. You can still easily just say “thanks”, or you can stretch it out. “Thanks for reading! I got a laugh out of writing that bit, I'm glad you enjoyed it too! Keep an eye out, I might be tempted to come back!”

Type four is usually fun, because you usually know the person who commented, so you can respond in a manner equally deranged, or you can just send them a heart or other emoji(s) of your choosing 💜.

🔆

However.. maybe there’s something else going on, or this is an old fic, or you’re taking a break from writing and you just don’t feel like commenting.

If that’s the case that’s perfectly fine - you can leave it be. Remember, you don’t have to reply. But if you choose to? Be kind. It costs nothing to be kind, and it keeps newer people in the fandom. Maybe this commenter has just found your 6-year old fic, and didn’t realise how long ago it was written.

If you do want to reply, you can say “thanks for reading! I’m actually taking a break from writing right now, and this fic is so old I'm not likely to write any more for it, but i’m glad you liked it” or “Thanks for reading!”. Hell, you can even leave a heart 💜 or a 🌸 or the old classic 😊.

Don’t forget: commenters and authors alike, we don’t know what anyone else is going through, and most people don’t have multiple platforms, so maybe the person who commented on your work doesn’t know anything about anything you haven’t posted on ao3 in author notes.

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All this to say, kindness goes both ways, let’s all just have a little respect for one another and remember there are people behind the avatars who are, entirely possibly, just trying to be nice and supportive which is exactly what we want our fandom to be.

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gary-mu · 1 year

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Hi 😊 I hope you take anon requests. Could you please write was is like to have a lazy Sunday with Katana Man? Thank you so much 🙏🙏🙏

Oh, anon you just did my day. Thank you for requesting Katana Man 🧡💜💚 You don´t even now how much I love that idiot

Sorry for making you wait so long, anon. I hope you enjoy it :)

-HC- Lazy Sunday with Katana Man

Warning/Tags: g/n reader, domestic fluff. It gets spicy at the end ;)

*No beta read

He's a busy man. Always traveling for business... and some other matters he hasn't dared to tell you yet for fear you'd run away.

That's why it's not unusual to be weeks before you see each other again or even have a cozy lazy Sunday. But when it does happen, Katana is always eager to compensate for the time you've spent apart.

He usually would come back late at night when you're already asleep and take a long shower before joining you in bed. He wouldn't dare to bother you with the smell of death he always wears after every "business meeting."

If his week has exceeded his stress tolerance limit, which happens all too often, it's your turn to be the big spoon. Your warm body against his back makes him feel safe, and he'd drift off instantly.

Katana always wakes up first, and he hates it. When he sleeps with you, his dreams are usually calm and wholesome. He would dream of having dinner with you and his late granddad or of Denji's dead body lying at his feet... Nothing but sweet dreams.

When you finally open your eyes, he'd greet you with that rare soft smile he only displays for you. You would pull him for a welcoming kiss and sigh softly when his lips meet yours.

"Shower together and then breakfast?" You would suggest while stroking his back, and he just can't refuse.

Taking the lead to the bathroom, you would begin to undress, making sure his eyes are on you the whole time.

When Katana joins you in the shower, he'd be covering his erection with his hands and avoiding your gaze. He looks so desperate you almost give up and help him with the issue at hand, but he will have to wait a little longer because you're starving.

"We'll take care of that later," you would assure him with a wink and a playful kiss on his cheek. He may be a vicious Yakuza but blushes like a schoolboy whenever you discuss or do anything remotely sexual, and you love it.

Once the two of you are clean and dressed in comfy clothes, it's finally time to make breakfast.

Cooking with Katanana, it's like preparing a five-course meal with a toddler as an assistant. Trust me, It can't be extremely frustrating.

The man is totally clueless about cooking and other household chores. But you can't expect much from someone who's never even boiled an egg by himself because somebody else always did it for him.

Yet Katana's willing to learn and improve only to make you happy, and that's a start. Besides, he'll compensate later by helping you get rid of all that tension you're carrying... and damn! He's good at it.

While eating at the table, you'd tell him all the ups and downs of your week, and he would listen patiently. The man would stroke your hand when you're about to cry or offer to kill whoever gets on your nerves when you grit your teeth with anger.

His advice might be useless most of the time, but he gets extra points for caring.

Katana wishes he could give you a sincere answer when you ask him how his week was, but telling you he died a couple of times a was brought back to life using blood might not be something you'd like to hear. Instead, he chooses to complain about the incompetence of his subordinates.

"Wanna watch a movie?" You would suggest standing up to leave the dirty dishes in the sink before straddling him. "Or maybe you have something else in mind..." you'd add with a subtle roll of your hips against his crotch.

"S-something else," he would whisper before burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush. No matter how much he tries, he never manages to "keep it cool" when you tease him.

You would begin to move your hips, slow and steady, feeling him grow hard beneath you and smile at the desperate faint noises he'd make.

Hesitant lips would ghost over your skin, and his hands would move to your hips.

Your fingers would massage his scalp, his neck, then his shoulders. He would melt into your touch, moaning against the sensitive skin of your neck.

The moment your lips meet, a rush of lust will overcome you. Katana would pick you up and take you to the bedroom, unable to wait any longer. You've missed each other so much and in so many ways that it isn't long until you're making love for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The next day you'll have to deal with angry neighbors complaining about the noise, but it doesn't matter now.

You would spend the rest of the day alternating between sweet love-making and fucking each other's brains out.

Exhausted but happy, you would eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. Katana would be resting his head on your chest and wearing a peaceful smile on his face.

When he's with you, he forgets the mean, cruel, and insufferable snob he is with everyone else. With you, everything is always perfect.

#katana man headcanons #katana man x reader #samurai sword x reader #chainsaw man headcanons #chainsaw man x reader #katana man #samurai sword #katana devil #katana man csm #katana man chainsaw man #samurai sword chainsaw man #samurai sword csm #fluff #light smut #mentions of smut

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violetmuses · 11 months

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Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Shards” || James "Bucky" Barnes - 18+ MINORS DNI

FANDOM: Marvel - “Captain America: Civil War”

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: No matter what, you can’t get away from him.

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer as well. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Sequel - "Seeing Black" (18+ MINORS DNI)

Main Masterlist

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2016

Through an unknown miracle, he “wakes up” from the dizzying hypnosis of mind control once again, somehow alive. Blurred vision clears. In return, James noticed the presence of Sam and Steve, who stood in this cold, decrepit room.

“I thought you were dead…” James hardly whispers, still fatigued by the daming headache that surges from so much pain.

“No.” You say, stepping further into dimmed lights that slightly casted through the ceiling.

Reality slaps James right in the face. You should be dead. He saw everything pan out long ago.

You were dragged to the Supression Machine, kicking and screaming. Across the darkened room, Kaprov stood in that camouflage uniform, adjusting his maroon beret in total silence.

Strapped into the apparatus without fail, you’re cuffed from arms to legs. Even another mouth guard is shoved to muffle further noise. In the corner, James is forced to watch, given those alarmed warnings every time he comes back to hell.

To make matters worse, you almost died because of the Serum, wailing and thrashing on that leather-belted cot.

As electric currents zip towards both temples of your small head, James knows that he heart drops. Only moments later, you scream out loud and almost shatter everything found close, nearly spitting out the mouth guard in response.

That night, security’s biggest mistake involved unlocking your restraints after successfully completing another mind swipe.

You jumped from the apparatus, bolting straight towards Karpov and not caring if anyone else dealt with the incoming carnage.

You’re strong enough to drag Karpov down, sending this man to the ground and straddling him just to punch that bastard over and over again. More operatives and white coats run for the hills, yet fail to escape your wrath before it’s too late.

The singular gunshot brings that room to a halt, and you fall away from Karpov’s loosely mounting body, still allowing him to breathe.

Blood spills onto the hardened floor, ensuring your death in James’s own blue stare.

And yet, all this time later, you stand before James, but your eyes peer towards him with venom that only HYDRA would bring out.

It was clear that nightmares lined up with your previous reputation. Hacking. Secret bombings. Covert murders. On and on.

You were HYDRA’S best kept secret, even after working through the Winter Soldier program.

“If the bullet moved elsewhere, I wouldn’t be here.” You reveal.

“Is anyone gonna tell us what the hell’s going on?” Sam interjects towards you and James, rightfully bewildered at this point. “Who are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You tell Sam, not wanting to explain yourself and prolong this mission. “Let’s go.”

It all matters to James. How in the world did you escape without risking more gunfire?

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The backseat of this car is far too snug. You can barely move without James somehow lugging his own weight closer and closer.

“Sorry.” He mumbles to you. His eyes are crystal blue, looking towards you with some kind of light for once.

“It’s okay, but did Steve choose this car?” You make an attempt at humor this time.

“Yeah.” James bit his lip while facing you. No mind control. No restraints. He could think on his own, at least for a while.

Before he could ponder leaning inward, Steve and Sam returned the car, prompting James to turn away from you.

He clears his throat and glances forwards, watching nothing as the car moves again.

*****

“Can’t risk the airport and we’ve been driving for hours.” Instead of dealing with Zemo right away, Sam suggests hotel rooms.

“Fine.” Steve parks through shadows of the lot, still attempting to hide and dons his baseball cap.

“You two okay staying back here for a minute? Not sure yet if we can pull enough space for all of us.” Sam turns his head, looking at you and James.

“I’ve had worse.” You say, not even smiling because it’s true. Even James nods, completely silent here.

“All right. Don’t kill each other.” Sam warns now, locking the car as soon as he and Steve leave this vehicle.

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“What happened?” Probably ten minutes have moved along and James is the first one to speak.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You deadpan.

If you don’t speak to him, he’ll be left with his own thoughts, particularly those moments where you were terrified and screaming, trapped by the Machine.

He never wants to hear that sound again.

James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something? Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you.

Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be.

Fucking beautiful.

Could some missions involve seducing people for information? He couldn’t read enough to know.

You’re watching every angle from this cornered vantage point, trying to ensure the chance of survival.

Any other time, James would’ve definitely asked you out, or at least flirted much better than Steve.

Instead, all he can do is use this new and rarely liberated time to think, even letting his mind drift to the gutter.

It’s been too long. Surely decades. James can’t help but wonder if you had someone at home before HYDRA barged through.

Did you kiss them every night after coming home from work? Did they admire your body?

You looked perfect, even right now. James quietly fought urges to reach and touch you quickly. Timing is crucial considering how often HYDRA encouraged stealth.

You would’ve flinched immediately, triggering reflexes to defend yourself and prompt an actual fight.

Not that he hasn’t seen your work before.

“It’s been twenty minutes.” You look down at your watch, planning to get the hell out of this car. Sam and Steve are taking too long.

Seeing black, not red, James whirs his leftward metal hand and reaches out, savagely clutching your wrist to pull one chance away from the door handle.

The recoil loads, but you can only whimper and he uses that same reach to pull you onto his lap. His jeans have already tented, leaving you to nearly gasp.

“Feel that?” James clenches those bright teeth, trying not to give himself away while starting to move his clothed hips.

“Do it, I dare you.” You snip back, immediately noting the way his erection bulges.

“Trying to get everyone caught? Stay here.” There’s a New York accent lingering through his words and you can’t help melting from within. You finally dry hump against him, barely hiding the mewls of your own voice.

James wraps both arms around you, especially using his metal arm to really lock down your waist. The fabric of his red Henley shirt absolutely burns his skin, but he can’t take everything off. Not here.

“Stop.” You then hurry, desperate to actually fuck James while alone in this damn car. There’s only a matter of time before Sam and Steve return after somehow lodging all of you.

As if told through another silent command, James unconsciously zips down his jeans. There’s not enough room or time for games. No foreplay, just outright filth.

“Turn around. Face the back window.” James growls through his accent once more, driving you mad.

No condoms were found in the piece of shit, either. Despite his true age, James remembers that their model would be far too old for modern times. Of course Steve would pick this one.

“Hurry.” You rush and lift up your ass for him to see, nearly begging for him to line up with your suddenly dampened entrance.

“Fuck!” The moment he slides into you from behind, James curses almost too loudly in this car.

You reach out, barely clutching leather upholstery that blurred straight ahead. Even without a condom he feels too good. His hips push up agianst your bare ass, hitting over and over again.

You hold back every scream, every call of his name, his real name. Instead of pain surging from HYDRA, you accept this much-needed pleasure, as rare as it is now.

Out of nowhere, you feel hollow without him moving inside, but ropes of white spill onto your ass, leaving James spent.

A short time later, his breathing settles.

Now, both of you have no other choice but to readjust clothes, sit back down, and act like nothing happened.

When you glance up, both Steve and Sam are walking out of the hotel, completely unfazed.

That was close. You think to yourself.

James never responds, simply looking forward.

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Four rooms were located in the same hallway. James can’t sleep, barely able to sleep with his blanket almost covering up this floor.

He’s tossing and turning. Flashes of what just happened with you haunt him. You sounded too good, taking him quite well.

“Shit.” James rubs his face with the bare right hand, worked up beyond comprehension.

Just when he dares to slump out of here and find your room, knocking prompts his attention. James bolts up, not armed but alert.

When he opens the door, you’re standing right there, and lust fills your entire body.

_______________

This time, both of you are naked. The only sense of reality gives out when James’ leftward metal arm clutches around your hips again.

You’ve straddled his body again and started riding this man, thankful for soundproof walls. You set both hands onto his bare chest, screaming or bouncing for him.

You’re no longer terrified. He can slap your ass. Curse again. Damn-near yell out loud.

This time, James almost squeals, relieved in the name of his own control. No Cyrofreeze. No swipes. No operative or white coats giving instructions.

“Come on. So close. Come on.” He calls to you, growling as he moves closer and closer towards the edge.

“Oh, God!” At that moment, your eyes flutter to the ceiling and you spill again, warming him up as told.

You expect him to fall silent once more, thereby singaling your exit from his room.

No.

Instead, you cool down with him and he gently uses his bare right hand to push back your hair, directing eye contact.

You see it all.

The yearning. The melancholy. His need for you. His need for this.

“Stay.” James’ voice croaks. His soul would vanish if you left right now.

You nod, settling to rest your head on his chest and fall asleep.

The future can wait.

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