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xoxiu · 11 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

They had used a burner phone to talk to the girl, not wanting to risk her tracing the number back to one of them. It had been Jungkook's idea; he found the girl's Instagram page, where she frequently posted pictures of herself, her dogs, and her friends. A quick DM and an hour later, Jungkook got her phone number and the two were texting daily.

He found out so much about the girl: her name was Ophelia, she lived in a small town in America, her dogs were named Gengi and Jingob, she had a younger brother named Henry and a 6-month-old sister named Rose, her father was Korean and her mother was Israeli. She had naturally dark, curly hair, but she frequently bleached and straightened it (right now it was an adorable baby pink). When she was born, her mother wasn't together with her father, so she was named Ophelia Felicite Potter, but her father forced her mother to change her name to Ophelia Lynn Park once they had officially started dating three months later. Henry, her little brother, was in Junior High, and Ophelia always drove him to school, since their town was so small that their Middle School, High School, and Community College were all in one building.

Eventually, the rest of the boys began talking to her. All seven of them were pretending to be one person, a 19-year-old named Ian. Of course, Ophelia believed everything 'Ian' said. She had told them that she never had a boyfriend before, and absolutely loved the attention she was receiving for the first time. Even though she was still young, naive, and too trusting, she was still smart- both academically and morally. Whenever 'Ian' asked for nudes, she refused, which both pissed off and pleased the boys.

It was important that Ophelia never found out who they truly were. At least, not yet. The boys were heirs of one of the biggest mafia rings in South Korea, and they all knew that if the girl found out, the fake number would be blocked immediately. Even though the seven of them weren't important members in the business- their fathers and older brothers were more active than them, they were more of the poster kids- they were still expected to keep certain things private in order to keep them safe and their fathers in power.

They decided that Ophelia would be one of the things they kept private.

'i have a surprise for you in an hour!! :D'

God, the kid was so cute. Seokjin looked down at the phone as the text alert caused the coffee table to gently vibrate. He smiled as he sent his reply.

'Why can't I have the surprise now?'

A moment later Ophelia's reply pinged.

'i'm in class right now and im fairly certain you dont want calculus as your surprise'

'Alright, I'll wait. Do your schoolwork.'

'dont tell me what to do love u xxx'

Seokjin smiled again and put the phone in his pocket. It was currently three in the morning in Seoul, so two in the afternoon Ophelia's time. She gets out of school at 2:25, so it wouldn't be long before Jin received the 'surprise' Ophelia was talking about.

Jin idly played on his own phone, waiting for another text from the girl, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned his head towards the noise to find Namjoon approaching him.

"Hyung, what are you doing up?" Namjoon asked, voice deep and rough with sleep. In the back of his mind, he knew he was texting Ophelia, but if something important had happened he wanted to know.

"Ophelia's getting out of school soon and she has a surprise for us." Namjoon hummed in response. He never was as obsessed with Ophelia as the other boys, but he had talked to her quite a few times.

Jin grabbed Namjoon's hand and guided him to lay on the couch with him. Namjoon immediately curled into his boyfriend, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne. One of Jin's hands began stroking the younger's hair while the other continued aimlessly scrolling through his emails.

Namjoon quickly fell asleep again, and the burner phone pinged soon after that. Jin carefully took the phone out of his back pocket, trying not to wake his sleeping beauty, and became excited as he saw Ophelia had sent a picture message. He quickly opened the messaging app and cooed at what the girl had sent.

She had sent a mirror picture of her in a dress. The dress was a flowing red ball gown with gold accents on the waist. Ophelia looked absolutely beautiful in it, and Jin quickly saved the picture to send to his real phone.

'prom is in a month and i really wish i could go with you. what do you think of this dress? someone told me this shade of red suits me but idk'

Prom. Ophelia would be going to prom with someone other than Jin or one of the other boys. While one of them taking her was unrealistic and impossible, it still pained him to think that it wouldn't be him.

'You look stunning. I wish I could see it in person.'

'<;3 :)'

Jin put the phone back on the table, smiled, and closed his eyes. He was absolutely whipped.

Once the rest of the boys woke up, the dress was the main discussion at breakfast.

"I think she looks adorable in it," Taehyung said, "Just look at her face in the picture- it's obvious she's in love with it, too."

"But its too mature for her! It shows off too much!" Jimin said, his voice distressed.

"Jimin, she's not our baby yet. Once we have her then you can decide what is and isn't too big for her," said Namjoon.

For the past month, they had been preparing a plan to bring Ophelia to Korea with them. They wanted her to be their Little, and them be her Daddies. Some of them were more excited than others (Jin and Jimin were both ecstatic about this), but all of them had warmed up to the idea. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung had gone crazy over putting together a nursery and clothes shopping. It had been easy to find childlike clothes in Ophelia's size, including a car seat, since Ophelia was rather small for her age.

They had decided what they would be called almost as soon as they got the idea of Ophelia being a Little. Namjoon and Jin would be the main caregivers, with Namjoon being Appa and Jin being Eomma. Yoongi and Jimin would also be her caretakers, Yoongi being Daddy and Jimin being Mommy. Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook would be less of caretakers and more of playmates, but they still wanted to spend time with Ophelia.

Luckily, they had a business meeting in America in two weeks, which would be relatively close to where Ophelia lives (thanks to careful mapping done by Jungkook), so they could take her and bring her home with them with ease. The boys knew Ophelia would have a much better life with them.

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mazzystar24 · 23 days

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I’m respectfully about to lose my mind at some of the fandom rn with the way buddie shippers are being treated… It’s like no one understands the whole point of shipping a couple is to want them to be together, so duh if something happens that could potentially lead to that pairing they’re going to get excited and theorize? Yes it’s absolutely important for Buck to explore his sexuality outside of buddie but the way people are trying to say that buddie shippers are homophobic for wanting endgame buddie….. when buddie is literally a queer ship? it doesn’t make any sense to me as a queer person myself because it’s like- y’all do realize that buck dating eddie would in fact mean that he is still bisexual, and that people have wanted thst for years, so A) why are we shocked and appalled at buddie shippers for being happy that they are one step closer to endgame buddie, B) why are we calling people homophobic or biphobic when they are quite literally shipping two men together, C) why are we all acting as if buddie endgame hasn’t been simmering just under the surface for YEARS and that if they were going to give us buddie, then thag means buck and eddie would both have to come oit as queer…

I’ve seen so many prominent blogs in the community who have made posts like “buck’s bisexuality has nothing to do with buddie and you are a horrible human for even insinuating that” and so many people are agreeing??? And not to mention the fact that now these same people are trying to villainize and trash on Eddie when in all honesty Buck’s behavior in 7x04 was NOT okay- physically harming someone because they’re not giving you attention is never okay (and i’m saying this as someone whi ADORES Buck, he still needs to be held accountable.)

It just reads very icky to me that so many people are screaming “bi pride” but then spewing all of this vitriol over a ship that would fit within Buck’s bisexuality…

It worries me that the writers are going to see this negativity from people and they’re going to just completely back-burner Eddie’s character in favor of Buck and it disappoints me because even outside of buddie, a major tv show portraying a repressed gay poc with religious and family trauma would be EQUALLY as powerful as Bi Buck is……

but i guess that’s just people only caring about the queer storylines when it’s about a white man since these are also the people acting like Hen and Karen or Michael and David haven’t been there the whole time

but that’s just me i guess….

I’m bullet pointing not to be curt by the way just because I prefer addressing part by part🫶

1. Agreed like this fandom was relatively peaceful then BAM it fully shifted overnight like in the words of Taylor swift THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS

2. Yesss exactly like I’m very much a dont yuck someone else’s yum type of person so like even ships I don’t like I’ll be like okay respect 🫡 enjoy your fandom space love that for you AS LONG AS THEYRE RESPECTFUL TOO and I’m not gonna lie to you I see the primary source of negativity and stuff in the fandom be people who legit never watched anything other than the bucktommy related content (which I kinda have a whole other rant about but I don’t wanna give you miles and miles to read in one ask)

3. Yes to that 100% - buddie is a queer ship the cognitive dissonance it takes to call someone homophobic for shipping them is honestly fascinating atp, Buck is bi canonically now and y’all do realise that who he’s with or if he’s single even doesn’t take away from that right??? Like the rep is THERE and will always be THERE

4. You worded it a bit weird but I got what you meant (I hope) so anyone who didn’t may require a little clarification, the sentiment of bucks bisexuality being separate from buddie I think is 1000% correct and I agree wholeheartedly that a persons sexuality and their journey shouldn’t be just about their love interests but about themselves as a person, the issue people are taking is that 1. The people saying this are saying it on every buddie post even when the same blogs posting it have 177283 posts talking about buck as an individual and as a bisexual man outside of buddie and bucktommy, so it’s sort of become a weaponised statement if that makes sense 2. The buddie shippers are the ones who have been advocating so hard for the show to give us canon bi buck like that’s just fact no one can deny so to the og fans who’ve been here for YEARS (I’ve only started like 2023 ish so I’m not counting myself there) this must be such a total slap in the face to be receiving so much hate now

5. Oh yeah the Eddie bashers can personally come fight me

6. If I’m 100% honest I choose to interpret the basketball injury as being mostly accidental like I think he got too into it and forgot himself and his own force for a second rather than intentionally hurt Eddie, like it so happens in sports, I think it’s like just the after guilt that made him question himself and his motives, idk that may just be me denying canon because it just felt too out of character for me to believe

7. I think the fake bi pride stuff also irks me BAD like some of these people are looking for very surface level superficial representation and if you don’t push for more and more substantial and meaningful representation then you’re gonna get constant variations of the same exact thing and these are also the same people ignoring every other queer character in 911 which is just🙃

8. Idk how much the writers take fandom into account but I constantly say like if they were to listen to fandom they’d go the route they know people wanted for years

9. YES about Eddie’s character like I made a whole post about gay and comphet Eddie and how meaningful it would be because it’s just so so unique and unprecedented

10.HAHSKDK THE CROSSED OUT PART IS WHAT I JUST SAID BUT I DIDNT READ IT GAJSKDKFM

#thanks anon!#can’t remember if I left you long but flowers for you too💐💐💐#eddie diaz #911 abc #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911onfox #911 spoilers #buddie #buckley diaz family #evan buckley #911

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leeannsparksauthor · 1 year

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A Touch of Green

A/N: Hello all, I’ve been replaying the Spider-Man games and now have Peter Parker brainrot because he’s just too freaking adorable. Anywho I was inspired by the dead plant in the opening scene and immediately thought, ‘oh this poor boy, he’s trying.’

Also I wrote this with game Peter in mind but you can really imagine any Peter you prefer, hope you enjoy!

The plain truth is that Peter Parker couldn’t keep a plant alive to save his life.

It was a hard pill for him to swallow. For crying out loud the boy could make web bombs but couldn’t figure out how to keep a succulent thriving for more than a week. You couldn’t help but find it endearing, especially when he would text pictures of his poor neglected plants. Always captioned with ‘I don’t know what I did wrong!’ Usually followed with crying emoji, a pouting one if he was feeling super defeated.

You remembered when he first moved into his apartment, he was so determined to brighten the place up. It’s just a tragedy that so many lives were lost in his endeavor.

“Oooo Pete look at this one, it’s only two dollars,” you pointed to the Rattlesnake plant that had seen better days. It was a sad sight, brown leaves falling towards dry potted soil.

“Uhm, yeah that’s a good price but it’s dead baby, don’t you want to get one of the greener ones?” He asked with his chin resting on your shoulder. One of the many things you loved about Peter was how openly affectionate he was. You sometimes wondered who was the more touch-starved out of the two of you.

After placing a quick kiss on his cheek you leaned down to move away a few of the dying leaves to reveal healthy stems and the beginnings of new growth. “Well it’s not fully dead yet, it just needs some love and new soil. I think I could easily save this patient, Mr Parker.” Teasing each other came as naturally as breathing most days.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind about that Doctor,” he said while picking up the pot to place it in your shared cart. You both still lived in separate apartments despite being together for almost two years now. It wasn’t like you hadn't discussed it before but the fear of change and the idea of sharing space caused the topic to be pushed to the back burner. You did ease his worries when you told him that there’s no one else you’d rather live with, it would just take some time, maybe once your lease was up for renewal this year you could both come back to it. “Ya know maybe I should pick up one too…”

His fingers were playfully slapped away from the potential victim. “No, no absolutely not, you are not killing another plant on my watch Pete.”

“Awww now that’s just not fair babe, I swear I didn’t even miss a watering day on my last one!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the affronted look on his face. He’s just so naturally charming it hurts.

You pushed the cart over to where the bags of soil were placed before attempting to pick up the indoor plant mix. The action was immediately halted by Peter nudging you aside so that he could grab it instead, ever the gentleman, you thought wistfully. “Yeah and then you ended up overwatering it love. You drowned that poor plant!”

“I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to water it every day…”

“It was on the care card Pete, did you even read it?” You knew damn well that he didn’t but boy was it fun to mess with him.

His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, “I…may or may not have lost the card on the way up to the apartment that day.”

You patted his cheek lovingly, slight stubble underneath your fingertips. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Love me, kiss me, smother me with affection. It’s honestly the only way I wanna go at this point.” You loved his smile, it was so boyish and warm and it just made everything seem right in the world.

“Oh I’ll smother you with something…”

“Oooo you promise?” His hand discreetly traced your ass, which if you could feel it was it really that discreet? He had always surprised you with how flirty he could be, you assumed that he was just full of blushing anxiety when you first met him.

“Head out of the gutter pretty boy, we still gotta do some grocery shopping for dinner.”

His long eyelashes batted themselves at you, “awww you think I’m pretty?”

You smiled at his ridiculousness, “yes, very pretty, now I’ve got chicken thawing in the fridge so what do you think? Should I do chicken fried rice, alfredo, or some chicken soup since it’s kinda chilly?”

“Hmmm, decisions, decisions…” you could see him suddenly freeze, his spidey sense pumping the brakes on your outing. His phone dinged in his pocket and sirens could be heard in the distance. He gave you an extremely apologetic look, puppy dog eyes and everything. You would have hoped by now that he knew you understood. New York needed their Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, even though they didn’t always deserve him. “I’m sorry baby…”

“It’s okay hero, but you still gotta choose which one I make cause I really don’t wanna decide.”

“Uhm, alfredo! I love you so much, I’ll call you later!” He smushed your cheeks together before placing a quick kiss on the fishlips he had created. He was such a goober, but you loved him for it.

“I love you too.” Your eyes never left him as he weaved between the aisles before barreling out the door. Apologizing to multiple angry New Yorkers he bumped into along the way. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to yourself, there goes my boy, off to save the world.

Once you picked up some noodles, broccoli, mushrooms and ingredients to make the sauce you started to make the trek home. Paper bag in one arm and your new plant baby cradled in the other.

The train was a little late, but what else was new honestly? Once you were seated you heard a notification ding on your phone automatically knowing that it was about Peter’s latest heroics. You told him a while ago that you had notifications set on your phone for all things Spider-Man. You just wanted to know that he was okay, and you were also amused by the ridiculous articles on Spider-Man’s love life. Apparently there was a robbery happening somewhere but there weren’t enough details released yet, you figured Pete would tell you about it later when he came by. Finally arriving at your apartment you leaned against the elevator wall, drained from the day but excited to work on the home tasks you had been mentally compiling throughout the afternoon.

Your new plant was situated in front of the window. It was much shorter and greener then when it arrived due to cutting away all the dead leaves but now it was nestled in fresh soil and ready for another chance. You couldn’t help the smile that rested on your lips as you looked at all the green surrounding the window. Jeez I really have a problem don’t I, you thought to yourself. Currently the biggest plant in your apartment was your grandma’s pothos she gave you when you moved. Under her care it had thrived and you were heartbroken when it reacted badly on the trip to New York. Luckily she was a resilient one, and you think she could win first prize if she felt so inclined.

As you gently traced the leaves your mind wandered to Peter which happened multiple times a day. It was like a light bulb went off in your head as you scrambled to reach the top of your fridge that housed multiple empty glass bottles. You knew exactly which one you were looking for and let out a pleased sigh when your fingers grabbed the neck of the bottle. After snipping off a stem from the pothos you gently placed it inside the glass that was now filled with water. The leaves rested over the lip and you couldn’t wait to give the small gift to Peter. I swear if he manages to kill this I’m going to have to take that boy to a botany class or something.

You were letting the sauce simmer on the stove when Pete called you, his caller ID was a photo of him in his Spidey suit holding an armful of puppies that were up for adoption. He had swung by an event the agency had set up in central park and decided to stay to help all of the babies get adopted. He messaged you insisting that you had to come by and see all of the adorable dogs. Most of whom were adopted by the time you got there. You remembered having to play pretend and ask Spider-Man if you could take a picture of him with the puppies.

“Yeah of course Ma’am!” He had said in his fake deep voice that he put on for show whenever he got nervous.

“Hey baby everything okay,” you asked once the call was connected.

“Yup all good, just another bank robbery but it’s all cleaned up and I’m heading your way now.” You could hear the exertion in his voice, the tell-tale sign of him swinging through the city.

The sauce spoon was tapped against the pan to get all of the excess off of it. “Let me guess it was the hamburglar again?”

“Yeah, the guy just doesn’t know when to quit.” The sounds of the city played in the background, cars honking and people calling out as Peter swung above them.

“Well it’s a good thing Spider-Man was there to save the day. I’m gonna start boiling the pasta so I’ll see you in a bit, we don’t need you hitting another building cause you were swinging on the phone.” You would never forget the day that he slammed into a fire escape because he was too excited to tell you about his promotion to pay attention.

“How dare you, I'm a safe swinger…wait no, that came out wrong.” You could practically hear the blush in his tone and it made you giggle.

“You better be safe while you’re swinging!” The declaration was said between laughter at his words.

“Always am, love you bug!”

“Love you too baby.” You blew a quick kiss into the phone, waiting for his responding smooch before hanging up.

He ended up climbing through your window about ten minutes later beating all of the rush traffic. As soon as his feet hit the floor he ripped off his mask and set it on the chair that was designated for his quick changes. “It smells amazing in here!”

“It tastes even better!” You called over your shoulder as you scooped the noodles out of their pot to mix into the sauce. His chest was pressed against your back as he placed a total of three tiny kisses to your forehead. You turned your head so that you could meet his lips in a soft kiss, you were always so thankful when he came back unscathed, most nights weren’t like this.

“Mmmm, not as good as you though.” Ever the flatterer this guy.

You placed another quick peck on his lips, “that’s very true…oh I have a little something for you!”

“For me? You shouldn’t have!” He exclaimed with ten times the energy you would expect from someone who just stopped a bank robbery.

“It’s nothing too crazy but here…tada!” You showcased the little plant chilling in its water bath and you could see the confusion clear as day on Peter’s face.

He held up the bottle, inspecting the leaves like they were his greatest mystery. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to have plants anymore?”

“No, you're not allowed to kill any more plants, which should be incredibly hard to do with this one.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll somehow find a way.” He seemed nervous, like he was actually afraid that he was gonna fuck this one up.

You made a grand gesture towards the small plant. “No cause see, this, this right here, is your son Peter. You love him, you nurture him and best of all you leave him alone! He’s basically just propagating right now so he just stays in the water and he’ll keep growing. I will of course check on him everytime I come over to your place.”

He teasingly fanned himself like he was overcome by the news. “I really wasn’t expecting to become a dad today, this is just all so sudden…wait is this from your big guy in the corner?”

“Yes and kind of selfishly I hope that you think of me each time you look at it.”

“I’m already thinking of you all the time so no worries there. Hey, is this a bottle from Julia’s place down the street?” It was also the place where you guys had your first date and had since become your favorite shared restaurant.

“What a keen eye you have there Mr Parker.”

His eyes seemed to gloss over with affection, adoration, admiration, and all of the a words that described love and happiness. “I love you.”

You gave that look right back to him tenfold. “I love you too, and because I love you I’m going to politely say that you stink and that you need a shower before dinner.”

“Yeah you can just feel the love in the room.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #no use of y/n #the amazing spider-man #spider-man game #one-shot #peter parker cant keep a plant alive #spider verse

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batwritings · 2 years

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Heya it’s me the wonderful 🐏 annon i remember when you were a wee little writer anyways home you’re doing well butttt I’d like to request a sub!dream/dream xD with fem or gender neutral reader much love -🐏

Of course I remember! It's been a minute friend ^^ You were one of my first if I remember correctly. I hope you're well! Now have a subby little god, y'know, as a treat~ Enjoy~!

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"Never thought I'd see the day where I could see you like this," you hummed, grinding your hips down once more. The distorted moan that followed as like music to your ears. "The almighty DreamXD, moaning like a wanton little whore beneath me. Isn't that right sweetheart?"

"Yes, my star!" the god mewls, doing his absolute best not to buck his hips up into yours, not to drive his member further into you. You made that your rule in all this; he still got to have his fun, get his pleasure, but you were calling that shots. And that meant he moved at your speed.

You chuckled softly, bouncing slightly faster now on his member. "There's my good boy," you coo. There's something so immensely powerful about the hold you have on this entity in this exact moment. If there was a snapshot for the definition of "power", this would be it. You relish the way his wings tremble as you brush along the ridges of his feathers. "You're doing so good for me. Such an obedient little god."

"Thank you dearest, my dearest Y/N," XD sobs, hips absolutely quivering with restraint as he lets you ride him. His frazzled mind was so torn between two opposing ideals.

The server's creator adored this side of you, letting you have your way with him. A mere taste of the power he held in nothing but the fibers of his robes. But the urge to absolutely decimate you, bend you over and fuck into you with reckless abandon was rising by the second. He knew good and well that he could bend you to his whim, but this was all too alluring.

Your rocking got faster with each pant and whine. "Such a sweet god, bending to his little mortal's whim," you praised. You lean yourself forward, balancing yourself on his heaving chest. "You deserve some kind of reward for that huh?"

If the god of the SMP had ears, you're pretty sure they'd be perked as all get out. "Yes please! Yes please my star!" he whines, all four hands scrambling to grip at your waist and thighs. They tremble with his restraint, claws nearly pricking your skin.

You smirk devilishly, but even your own resistance was starting to crumble. The amount of trust this literal deity placed in you had your chest full to bursting. His desperate pleas to allow him his release went straight between your legs. How on Earth could you say no?

"Go on then," you commanded, trying your best to keep your tone level and calm. "Fuck me like you mean it."

In a flash, you're on your back, both sets of hands pinning you to the ground. A chorus of different voices and tones fills your ears, each offering you praise and thanks for this release. It didn't take long for XD's ramblings to fall into sobs of pleasure as he came. You were all too happy to watch, your own pleasure taking the back burner.

Blonde locks rested against your collar bone as the SMP's god fell from his high. "Thank you, my star," he hummed softly in between pants. "You are far too good to me."

"Hey, you do me just as well. And I don't just mean in bed," you chuckle, lightly raking your nails through his slightly sweaty hair. "C'mon big guy, let's get you cleaned up."

"But what of your climax?" XD asks genuinely. "It's not exactly fair that I got to finish and you di--"

"DreamXD, what was the first damn thing you told me when you gave me aftercare for the first time and you didn't cum?" You chided, pinching his cheek affectionately.

Though it took him a moment, neon green eyes softened in realization.

"The submissive's care comes before the pleasure of the Dominant."

#bat writes #anon reqs #dreamxd smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut

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wolfiemcwolferson · 1 year

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i wrote u a message some time ago abt it but it seems that it was not delivered or something like that (might be my own fault cause I ~may or may not~ have had 3 glasses of wine before so absolutely no fuckin idea if I actually sent it or just wrote it and went to sleep)

ANYWAYS….

I have written u before telling how I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the way you write piarles (ultimate otp), and then the last fantasy fest fic…. I MEAN…. I’ve read it 4 or 5 times already and I absolutely love omfg how can u write something like thisssssss. I think by the time the winter e can he fic comes I’ll probably have memorized if, and then I’ll just memorize the winter exchange fic also because I KNOW it will be perfection as always.

(whenever u can, please feed me with your piarles fics, thoughts, 5 sentences prompts. I take everything u want to give)

Hi friend!

Your message from a few weeks ago did send, but sometimes I'm so overwhelmed with the nice things people are saying that I hoard them up like little nuggets and re-read them at 3 AM when my brain is telling me to delete everything in my current google doc and start over.

BUT, I appreciate your kind words so so much it's unbelievable that other people love my little brain drabbles as much as I love coming up with them.

I have a little one that I have had in my notes app forever and ever that isn't full fic worthy, but would make an interesting little ficlet so here you go:

Piarles AU- based off the song Cherry by Harry Styles, but with a Happy Ending

Charles makes a burner Instagram account - which is really really stupid considering he did it when he was drunk with Carlos and the username is absolutely something Pierre would recognize, but...maybe he'll see it and feel guilty. Maybe one day he'll be checking to see if someone has watched one of his dumb stories on Instagram and he'll see it and he'll know. Charles is still waiting. Maybe he'll feel guilty then.

Because Charles misses him. Every single time his phone dings and he gets a dumb notification on that stupid burner account that Pierre has posted a story, dread fills him up. Is he finally going to post the probably boyfriend? Is he finally going to do more than soft launch him?

Soft launch - stupid stupid word that Lando had used to describe whatever Pierre was doing with that man. Posting pictures of two plates out at a fairly romantic dinner. An artsy shot of a flat that definitely didn't belong to Pierre. A balcony that leads out to a ridiculous view of a French vineyard.

Stupid French boys with stupid money and parents with rare art collections that steal soulmates and - it would hurt less if Pierre had looked miserable for at least a day. One single day of him looking miserable.

But, the day - the day - after he told Charles that Pierre 'needed time to figure out if he was doing the right thing', he was back to his normal self. Smiling in pictures. Hiking. Going out clubbing with Yuki.

Charles wanted to scream at him a little bit. How dare you doubt this? You know who I am just as I know who you are. I've known who you are since I met you. You are the person who knows me best. You are the person who helps me buy clothes so I do not wear one color. (Charles doesn't like to think too much about the fact that he has been broken of that habit completely and it is thanks to Pierre's years and years of work.)

Pierre didn't need to figure out if he was doing the right thing. Because the wrong thing was what he was doing now. (But it's hard for Charles to find fault in him. All Pierre has ever known is Charles and Pierre...well, Pierre thinks things to death.) ((But, what is there to think about when you and your best friend admit that the feelings you have for each other go well past platonic? What is there to think about?)) (((Charles is being a dick. There is plenty to think about. Pierre is so hesitant to give his heart away. That's fine. Charles will wait.)))

Yuki comes to see him when he's on this side of the city - bringing him absolutely zero scraps of Pierre, but plenty of gossip about their other friends - who Charles does miss, but all their conversations are stilted and odd. No one wants to bring it up. Charles doesn't know if he's thankful for it or he hates it. Probably a bit of both.

Charles is laying on the couch, thinking about calling Carlos to come over and drag him out of his flat so he doesn't have another night of...this, when his phone buzzes on the table. It's Instagram and he huffs before swiping it open and Instagram switches his account, pulling up Pierre's newest Instagram story.

It's a short video of footage from a train window. Going home.

Charles lets his phone drop to the floor, scrubbing his hands over his face a few times before he picks it back up and pulls up Carlos' contact. He can go out. He will go out and he'll - he'll dance with his friends and he will...not think about Pierre.

Post shower, Charles is arranging his hair in a way that says...well, something. Lando will rearrange it when he gets here so he's not sure why he's bothering, but his door is buzzing and he gives up. Going to swing it open and beg Lando to help him, please.

It's not Lando.

"I was hoping," Pierre says, eyes on the floor, hands in the pocket of his coat, voice small and scared, "that you still meant what you said at Halloween."

Charles is frozen in the spot. "That I love you?"

Pierre's eyes flick up to his, quick, and then immediately back down. Like he's afraid.

"I do. I still love you."

Pierre takes one step towards the door, eyes still on the floor. "I know now." He shrugs, voice smaller. "I am sorry, Charlito. I should have -"

Charles reaches for him. Tucks him into his arms. "You know now." He whispers, feeling Pierre cling to him. "You know now."

"I love you too." Pierre sobs into Charles' chest.

He came home.

#tiredtiredsharl #piarles #pierre gasly #charles leclerc #ficlet

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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I absolutely adore your benophie fics!! I noticed that you mentioned having thoughts on a aofag rewrite. You don’t have to of course, but I’d be so happy if you’d be willing to share! Thanks so much for sharing your amazing writing <3

Hello!

Ack! Your kindness is making me feel all gushy 🥹

I do indeed have an AOFAG rewrite project called 'Let Me Be Your Anchor'. Basically, I started writing Bridgerton fanfic because I was motivated to 'fix' the things I didn't like about AOFAG. I mapped out a whole multichapter rewrite, got about 3/4 finished, and inevitably other ideas took hold. I have been writing a bunch of other stories and this has taken a back burner.

But, some very sweet folks such as yourself have expressed an interest in reading it, so I am motivated to finish it! I would start sharing now, except I haven't finished the first two chapters lol. I have basically written the middle but need to write the beginning and end. Once finished, it wont be a full fic per se, because there are still scenes and chunks from the book that I want to keep, so it will be more like a series of scenes interspersed with notes that explain how I would adapt AOFAG for my head canon.

I want a Benophie love story where Sophie has more agency and Benedict is the kind, soulful artist from the show, not a pushy jerk; where the other Bridgerton siblings are more involved and where there are a lot more steamy encounters 😊 Thanks to you, it is coming! Bear with me and I will start posting chapters at some point.

Thank you again! To know other folks would want to read this is beyond fulfilling 💙

#answers from el #let me be your anchor #wip #an offer from a gentleman #Benophie

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waka-chan-out · 2 years

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Do you enjoy being on tumblr anymore?

i actually really appreciate this question. i’ve been thinking about it a lot, and i do really like tumblr. i like the community. i like posting. i’ve met some really great friends through this platform. i just can’t bring myself to post lately. i know i kept saying “after this happens, i’ll be posting more,” but that after hasn’t come. i love writing and i think fanfiction is an integral part of how i practice and how i grow as a writer. but it’s such an ordeal for me, if that makes sense. i can’t sit down around other writers and just pump out smut. that just feels strange. and it feels like it distracts from my other priorities sometimes, such as my larger writing projects. there’s no way i’m deactivating or stopping posting. i have too much content on the back burner to just give up on it. i do still view every project as my little baby and i know people enjoy it, so i want to share it. i do think my priorities have shifted a bit. i’ve grown out of many haikyuu characters and now feel the need to write for some that unfortunately aren’t as popular. but i think my fanbase is diverse enough to allow for that. i absolutely adore writing for obey me, for example. so if you’re here for haikyuu only, it will still be around. that is the entire point of this blog, after all. but that won’t be all i post.

i have two other points as to why i haven’t been around. the first is that i have recently been diagnosed with ADHD and i’m realizing how much it impacts how i operate. many, many, MANY of my WIPS are so backed up in my drafts to the point where they’re hard to find. this is obviously my fault and the solution is to simply clear out what’s there and organize my life, but i think anyone in my position knows how hard that is. it’s like cleaning your room. you want to do it and you know it’ll make life easier and you’ll finally find that thing you’ve been excited about using, but it’s so hard to take the step. these aren’t excuses for my lack of activity, but they are an explanation. i’m on medication and i’m still getting accustomed to that. i’m also moving into my own place soon because i got my first real genuine full time job. the place has great hours and i’ll have a lot of time at home to do the things i love rather than what i feel obligated to do, so i’m going to do better working in a few hours every few days to sit down and work on my writing, whether it’s for all 1.4k of you beautiful, unhinged people or myself and my writing career. i hope to turn this around soon.

the second reason is both simple and controversial. it also makes me feel like a bit of an asshole. my content is genuinely just not that popular. and that’s not to say i’m disappointed with the follower base or notes i have on any given post. i’m beyond grateful for everyone and everything, truly. but i’m in a space now where i cannot bring myself to write much besides dom reader and fluff, or at least porn that’s very heavy with backstory and plot. if i’m being completely fair, i think at least one of my more plot heavy things will get a fair amount of attention (atsumu angst i love you baby and i promise i’ll finish you soon), but even so, that kind of content is just not very popular on tumblr. the obvious ‘solution’ is to move my longer works to AO3, but it doesn’t stop the kinda gross feeling of seeing that there are paragraph long drabble on here with 7k notes and i poured hours and lots of love into a longer post with 2 reblogs. NOTES AREN’T EVERYTHING. i know that. i’m more than aware. but there’s such a fantastic community around those popular posts that i miss so so dearly. getting asks or messages about what i write is the best feeling thing in the universe. i don’t write because i want attention. i write because i want to see the kind of content that i’m posting, and it gets me excited to find other people that have been wanting the same thing. so even though notes aren’t the most important thing in the world and i’m so, so beyond passionate about writing, it makes me want to spend my time daydreaming or sharing my thoughts with a few friends rather than putting in that enormous amount of effort. i hate it, but it’s how i’ve been operating lately. it doesn’t help that i’m living at home too. any burst of inspiration is stopped by a “meg it’s time to eat” or “meg, mom needs you.” i love them but god, i wanna write about slutty idiotic fake people.

i hope you don’t mind me using this as a chance to stand up on my soap box and give you all excuses, but i’ve been feeling the need to post about this for a while and i’m so so happy to be getting it off my chest. i only ask for your patience and appreciate you sticking around. i love y’all. truly. and i’m excited to see where things go from here.

#so many words to say ‘yes but also help’ lmaoo #i really do appreciate getting the opportunity to talk about this though #i’ve been feeling very guilty about not being on here.#meg’s messages 📫

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endoteaandme · 1 year

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A Dark and Cold Rainy Fall Night

Perfect for some emotion dumping, right?

It’s thanksgiving, which is a mixed bag of emotions for me. I lost my grandmother to covid in February of this year. So this is the first thanksgiving without her. Which is the unfortunate and unavoidable harsh truth of this year, all of the first “without”s. Every year she wrote me a birthday card (as well as cards for several other holidays and some times just because) and sure enough when my birthday came around in august a few months ago the sudden realization that I wouldn’t ever open another card from her absolutely broke me.

My mom had a lot of health issues growing up as well as her own fair share of mental health issues. Between trying to raise 6 kids and keep the house from falling apart, as well as try to be her own person I can’t say I blame her a lot for the state of our relationship but that itself is a very complicated subject. Point being, I was the oldest of the 6 kids so I carried a big part of the burden. When mom and dad fought, I had to be the buffer between them and my siblings. When mom wasn’t doing good and dad needed my help I had to be mini mom from a very young age. So a lot of the things I wanted or needed were put on the back burner. I felt alone and unseen. Grandma came from a big family as well so she knew how I felt. She always did her best to give me my own special attention or a space for just me where I could just be an individual and not have to be the big sister 24/7.

Grandma loved baking and cooking and most of my memories of her involve one of the two. We would go pick up apples and she would help me peel them and after they were all peeled she would make the most amazing applesauce and my favorite part was she would let me have the bowl of apple peels (don’t ask, I was an odd kid). Some of my favorite thanksgivings were with her.

My parents moved to Maine a few months ago and out of the 8 in our family I’m the only one here in Indiana still. Life gets busy but the communication has been lacking to say the least. Adult life is busy and I get it but I’m going through one of the scariest times of my life health issue wise and I’ve never felt more alone. I’m going on having been in pain for the last month. It’s been debilitating and so emotionally draining from the isolation. Which is why I’m still doing the best I can to communicate my feelings in some way.

It’s times like this I’m truly grateful for my chosen family, my animals, and Jeremy. I don’t know how I would manage to get myself through this without them. And the biggest source of comfort is knowing that my grandma would have adored the life I’ve made for myself now. Before she passed she knew I had been struggling to find my happiness and my place in the world. I’m on my way there <3

#stages of grief #griefandloss #grief/mourning #difficult holiday's #endometriosis #endo #endowarrior

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theheraldsrest · 3 years

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“Inquisitor bringing back a dragon egg and claiming it as their own child”

Yeeeaaahh It’s been a bit since we’ve made any posts. Our schedules have cleared up a bit and we should be able to post more, and this time on an actual schedule. I’ll be posting on Mondays-Tuesdays and Cabot will be posting on Wednesdays. Here you go, our first ask back!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-”No no no NO! Absolutely not! We are not going to be raising a DRAGON in Skyhold! A dragon destroyed Haven, and that one wasn’t even on our side! How in the name of the Maker are you going to train that thing?! This is absolutely ridiculous, what are you thinking?! How-”

-You have to survive his rant first but, to be fair, he has good reason to worry

-If you keep it, he doesn’t argue with your decision, but you have noticed that Skyhold is being more fortified, people are being the taught on how to “take care” of a dragon, while others are being taught how to actually take care of a dragon

-Cullen sees this turning out two ways: One, this could actually be a great benefit to the Inquisition or Two, the Inquisitor has finally gone insane and this is just the Maker’s way of punishing Cullen for existing

Josephine

-”Haha, very clever joke, Inquisitor! You actually had me there for a moment! Hahaha...ha...he...you’re not joking, are you? Oh Maker…”

-Takes a lot of convincing to get her to actually allow you to keep it. Is even a little proud that you made a list of pros and cons

-Tries to even change your mind with other “pet” ideas. Just do what Leliana’s done and get pet nugs. They’re vicious enough if you train them. Or mabari, mabari are good pets, love cuddles. Or how about-?

-Is ever so slightly curious about how this will turn out though, even hires people who are dragon experts to help make sure it’s safe and well taken care of

Leliana

-”A dragon? That...actually could be very resourceful.”

-Unlike her co-workers, she finds this to be a rather interesting and fun idea that could really help the inquisition

-Does pass along notes about its growth to researchers and caregivers. Kinda wants to help in the process of raising and training it. How different can it be from nugs?

-Very. Very different. Nugs don’t breathe fire, for one.

Vivienne

-”Put it back, dear. We don’t need to add on another dangerous creature with horrible, destructive capabilities to our little group. We already have Cassandra.”

-It’s like a very tired mother telling their child to put back the puppy. The fire breathing, 200 ton puppy.

-Keeps talking about your image, trying to raise such a thing after the several encounters you’ve had with dragons ended with you almost dead

-Actually, no, go right ahead. She’d love to see what’d happen. Don’t worry, you’ll do fiiiine.

Varric

-*Currently having Vietnam flashbacks* “Please no.”

-He’s kinda split. On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with this. On the other, imagine the stories he could write

-He thinks he needs to stop telling dragon jokes because the first time he said he had expected Corypheus to pull a dragon out of his ass and he did. Made the same joke about the Inquisitor…

-Comes to like the idea when he sees the Inquisitor treating it like a mabari. Who’s a good, man-eating, electricity-breathing dragon? Yes it’s you!

Cole

-”Your child? But...it’s a dragon? How do you make it your child? It’s rather big. Warm and happy, it doesn’t know about the outside yet or what’s waiting for it...I think you’d make a great mother dragon.”

-He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. (Get it? No? Ok, I’ll see myself out) He has no problems with this

-It actually helps a lot that Cole can tell you if he's upset or not happy. Gives you an idea of the mood swings it has

-Cole is confused on why you keep calling it ‘one’ of your children. Who are the rest? Varric puts emphasis on Kid when he’s talking to Cole.

Solas

-*Solas Disapproves*

-What could go wrong? He has a list. What if it doesn’t listen? What if it’s uncontrollable? How do you expect to raise it? What are you even going to feed it? People? Your enemies? Where are you going to keep it? What if it causes more damage than the one Corypheus had? What if-?

-If he can’t convince you to put it back, he does try to help you with it. Hell, (if your inquisitor drank from the Well) you were able to control the ancient dragon, this one shouldn’t be much harder

-He gives it pet names, favors calling it names associated to the type it is. For example, a fire one would be nicknamed Little Burner or Little Light, a cold one would be Frost or Snowflake.

Cassandra

-*Cassandra Greatly Disapproves*

-Makes you put it back, she doesn’t even want to hear the ridiculous reasoning for why you want it as a ‘child’. You already have destructive children and their names are Varric, Sera, Bull, and Cole.

-There is absolutely no way in whatever realms that exist is she going to allow this to happen, the absolute absurdity of the whole idea is- Somehow you got it to Skyhold and it’s name is now Fluffy.

-Maker, give her strength to put up with you. She might see you as a great leader, but sometimes you can make some really stupid decisions.

The Iron Bull

-”This is one of the most dangerous ideas I’ve ever heard. Can I help raise it?”

-You don’t even have to ask, he’s helping to carry the egg, talking about different ways it could be used whether for battle or for intimidation

-He’s dedicating his time to this creature and has actually done some reading up on how to properly care for it

-If you’re not careful, it starts to think Bull’s it’s mother, following him around and chirping. The Chargers have taken to calling him Mama Bull.

Dorian

-”That’s a brilliant idea, Inquisitor! And after that, we’ll go raise Corypheus from the dead and ask him to join us for afternoon tea! Oh, why not invite my mother as well! Why not just summon Andraste herself?!”

-Safe to say, he thinks this is one of your worst ideas. But he’s not gonna stop you. What? It’s gonna be funny watching you try and raise this creature

-Said he wanted nothing to do with it, but still comes around to make sure you haven’t killed it. And that it’s properly being covered. And that you’re not breaking it.

-He adores it, though, once it’s born. Won’t admit it, but the baby talk gives it away

Sera

-”This. Is going to be. The BEST joke. Ever!”

-Keep Sera away from it, she’s almost broke it several times, either by trying to carry it or rapping her knuckles against it

-It’s like a little kid waiting for their baby sibling to be born: she’s drawn pictures of it eating people and taking a shit on nobles, she keeps talking about what all they can do with a dragon on their side including blowing stuff up

-Has nicknamed it PeeWee. No reason whatsoever.

Blackwall

-*very deep sigh* “Please, please say you’re joking.”

-You’re not joking? Andraste, he’s too old for this. It’s like the Inquisitor is trying to give him a heart attack wherever he goes

-He doesn’t really give his opinion but you do see him give the egg a weary look every once in awhile

-Comes to actually enjoy the little thing, feeding it bits of food because ‘it gave me the look’ or petting it and telling it that it’s very handsome/beautiful

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tears-of-themiss · 2 years

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Can i request something with marius where he learns that s/o gave up their passion for a paying job? Like they excel in their job and have a reputation but it’s not something they’re passionate about. I just think it’s interesting dynamic.

So this ask is literally months old and I started writing this in fucking October, but, hey, I did get around to finishing it eventually. ^^;

I fully took this as an excuse to do something entirely self indulgent so hope you don't mind.

Note: I did fall off of the ToT train for a few months so I'm sure I fucked up w some lore things and maybe some characterization idk I tried. Feel free to gently berate me if needed. Also, you can almost certainly tell but I have zero experience with anything in the white collar business world we are just gonna hand wave through it all.

And this could probably use another read through/edit, but if I refrained from posting it until I felt satisfied I would never post it. So that being said

Number One Fan | Marius von Hagen

WC: 1718

It’s a Friday night- well, it was technically Saturday at this point but- there’s something soft and indie drifting from his speaker and his partner is sprawled out on his plush and incredibly soft bed in one of his hoodies, and, god, he should be lying with them and annoying the hell out of them until they both fall asleep, but there are only so many hours in the day and he needs to paint goddammit!

It’d been an incredibly long week that had concluded with the gallery opening for this year’s Pax Art Young Champions. It was a lot of bullshit and mingling, but also a lot of beautiful artwork from up and coming artists. Which meant his brain had been going non-stop all night as he studied and admired the pieces, filling him with creative juices and lots of inspiration.

By the time they’d gotten home, he’d been dying to work on his newest piece and his beautiful, wonderful, ever-so-patient partner had only encouraged him. So he sat, in his boxers and his unbuttoned dress shirt, and he painted.

He’s mixing a new shade when their voice startles him out of his creative trace.

“Did you always want to be an artist?”

"Well, I don't know about always,” he says after a pause. “I vaguely remember wanting to be an astronaut at one point." He grins as he recalls staying up late with Giann to look through his telescope. The darkest of blue skies, the twinkling, burning white flecks of stars thousands and millions of miles away, the moon almost a spotlight on Giann as he talks animatedly of old tales, of more worlds than humans can imagine.

He deftly fights past the familiar lump in his throat. "But I fell in love with art when I was pretty young, yeah."

He hesitates and resumes painting, before speaking again.

"My mom's paintings were all over the house growing up, and I adored them. Had to learn about the business, though, so it was on the back burner until I got older, and I could really pursue it."

Until I couldn't.

It goes unsaid, but it hangs heavy in the silence that follows. Music still drones from the speaker, but they say nothing and it leaves him feeling uneasy.

"What about you? Did you always wanna be a ‘business person?’"

They snort and Marius turns to see the grin on their face. "Oh, yeah. All my life, I was dreaming about piles of paperwork and email etiquette."

"Your sarcastic comments are deeply hurtful and entirely uncalled for."

The two share a smile before they unceremoniously flop backward onto the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I wanted to be a vet for a while. That is, until I was, like, eleven, and me and all my nerd friends decided we were all gonna write our own stories-"

An image of them as a child, sitting in a circle of friends as they all write their own tales makes Marius perk up immediately. "Please tell me you have that saved somewhere."

"Absolutely not, and for that I am forever grateful because yikes. But it did get me into writing, and got me dreaming of someday being a published author."

"So, what made you get into business, then?"

Still lying down, they raise their arms in an exaggerated shrug. “Money?”

He frowns, that answer settles in his gut, feels wrong. Was that the entire reason?

They turn their head and see something in his face that makes them keep talking.

"I mean, I love writing- I took some creative writing classes and workshops between all my requisites- but unless you're going into teaching, a Lit degree seems like a waste of money. So, I was totally lost. I didn't know what I wanted to do.

"Sometime in sophomore year, a friend of mine got me a paid internship at a small marketing firm. In the end, the boss sat me down and told me she thought I had potential. She said that I could continue to intern while working toward a degree in marketing, and, you know, it was fine, I didn't hate it- the internship or the classes- so that's what I did." They shrug once more.

Didn’t hate it.

Marius knows he is privileged, that he always has been and that not everyone has had the same opportunities as he did. But hearing it spelled out so plainly by the person he loves, that the reason they’re not following their dreams because of money?

It kills him every day- struggling to run Pax, to keep the family legacy going, to make his father- make Giann- proud, all the while knowing that he can’t truly pursue his passions. He feels exhausted all the time trying to make it all work, to make time for himself, his studies, his art.

His chest hurts.

He puts down his brush and palette, and joins them on his bed. He lies on his back next to them, mimicking their position, but studying them from the corner of his eye.

"Do you still write?"

"Sometimes.” They smile ruefully. "It's hard to find the time between work and the exhaustion that comes from work. For a few years, I barely wrote anything at all. Between school and work, and depression and writer's block, I couldn't get much out. All the ideas and creativity I had when I was a kid seemed to just... run out.

"The past two years or so have been better, though," they add, looking over at him with a soft smile. "I seem to have gotten out of that funk- knock on wood."

Marius reaches an arm back to knock on his headboard, relishes in the genuine grin that earns him.

"What if you could quit your job and focus on writing? Would you?" He throws it out casually as if he isn’t immediately willing to make that happen for them.

They laugh. "I mean that'd be nice, I guess? But I've got bills and rent and student loans, and I have to, like, pay money to exist in this world, so..."

“Well, do you still dream about getting published?"

They hum, taking a moment before responding. "I mean, yeah. Ideally. I'm not holding onto the idea of becoming a renown author anymore, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, for one, that’s such an insanely rare thing- an author becoming so big, especially for any long period of time. And, two, well…” They trail off, gazing back up at the ceiling with a frown. “I’m- I don’t know if I-“ They’re exuding uncertainty.

Marius rolls over onto his side and places a comforting hand on their arm. He opens his mouth to say something dumb and comforting, but they beat him to it.

“Do you ever feel like you're not even good at the one thing you love doing?"

He’s not sure what he had been expecting them to say but it wasn’t that. And if his chest didn’t hurt before…

He barely gets a second to process before they laugh. "Fuck. That’s a stupid question to ask my boyfriend, the immeasurably talented, world-renown artist."

“Babe…” He flounders for a split second before breaking out into an exaggerated grin. “You really think I’m ‘immeasurably talented?’ Aw!”

His grin softens when he sees he’s able to get a smile out of them.

"I know it might be hard to believe, coming from someone as wonderful and talented as me,” he’s awarded with an eye roll, “but every artist has doubts. It's a cliché for a reason: you are your own worst critic." A paint flecked hand reaches over to cup at their cheek and, gods, his heart aches when they look up at him with those eyes. "Every piece I've made, I can look at and tell you at least twenty things I could've done- should've done- differently."

"I know, I know,” they look away. “But what if I'm, like, genuinely not good? What if I suck at it and it's just something I'm not meant to do?"

"Then, you do it anyway because it's something you love." He runs his thumb over their cheek, ever-so-gently. "I don't, for a second, believe that you're as bad as you think you are. But you write because it brings you joy. So, write! Don't focus on any of the expectations, don't worry about the outcome- just write.

"And, read, too! Like, tonight- I always get so inspired after going to a gallery- just feeling that creative energy and seeing the emotion and effort put into a piece makes me want to pick up a brush."

“Crap, you were painting! I didn’t mean to interrupt your painting time.”

“Nuh-uh, nope.” He shakes his head and wraps his arms around them, pulling them to his chest. He chuckles at the indignant squawk of his name, buries his face into the crook of their shoulder. “I’ll always make time for you, and I'm going to support all your endeavors, no matter what. I just want to see you happy. I'll always be your number one fan."

“Marius von Hagen, you’re gonna make me cry.”

They turn in his arms and he only catches a glimpse of watery eyes, of that face he could spend forever looking at, before they pull him into the softest of kisses.

He’s left feeling smug and energized and warm- so warm. It’s autumn leaves and hot chocolate and laughing til he can’t breathe, rib crushing hugs and breathtaking sunsets and painting in the sunlight. Everything blurred together into the bright fire of a star one million miles away, shoved into his too small body, bursting out at the seams.

Marius is so stupidly in love.

They lie together for a while, not quite listening to the music that continues to play off whatever playlist they had chosen earlier. The dreamy atmosphere- and undoubtedly ungodly hour- has him drifting off. But, still, his mind runs rampant thinking of them.

"You know, if I'm not mistaken, the Pax Art Foundation does have some writing groups..."

"Hmm... I dunno...” They murmur. “Seems a little sus. I am fucking the chairman after all."

He snorts. "It's not all scholarships, you know? There's also open groups and workshops, even some classes..."

They hum. "I'll think about it."

“Good.”

#tears of themis #tears of themis marius #marius von hagen #tot marius #lu jinghe #minific #?#i dont know what to tag this with #also i suck at titles idk what to tell yall

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septicstories · 2 years

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Is Everything Okay?

A/N: Okay, this is literally too stinkin’ cute. I saw all of the prompts and I just immediately got swarmed with ideas for this, so it feels like I absolutely have to write at least a little something, you know? So, without further ado, please have this lovely little Charles Decker X GN! Reader bit! If there’s anything that seems to lean toward a particular gender or race or religion or anything of that nature, please let me know so I can fix it! I’m always open to criticism, so please tell me how to make my work better! Here it is @no-mercy-bby!

Warning(s): cursing, tooth-rotting fluff, no one proof-read this and it has only minor edits (I'll loop back and edit this later)

Word count: 1.2K

“Charles, c’mere.”

“Hm? What’s up, lovel-”

Charles stopped talking as you smeared a bit of cookie dough on his cheek. You could barely hold back your laughter as his mouth hung open in something akin to a smile. He began to laugh a little bit, which practically gave you the go-ahead to burst out with giggles.

“Angel, you’ve got some schmutz on your face,” you said through your laughter, getting a sarcastic snicker from Charles.

“Oh, thanks, lovely, I didn’t realize,” he said with a chuckle, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “You mind getting it for me? Since you were able to spot it so well.”

Your laughter had quieted down a bit as you pressed a kiss to his cheek where you had smeared the cookie dough. Though when you’d pulled back, there was still some there. “Aw, shoot, I missed some. C’mere.”

You stuck out your tongue, going to lick the dough off of his face, only making him start backing away from you, still laughing. “Ah uhp uhp! Nope! Nu-uh! I’ll go get a paper towel! You don’t have to lick it off my face!”

He took a paper towel off of the roll as you laughed at him, his giggles joining yours. You couldn’t explain why, but Charles made you so giddy and giggly. He was so kind and sweet, and just the thought of being in his presence was enough to make you melt.

You absolutely adored your boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for up to six or so years, having met each other in your sophomore year of high school. You were lab partners in chemistry, just trying your best not to burn each other with the bunsen burners. You could say you still had chemistry.

Charles’ adorable smile that flashed the cutest dimples you’d ever seen was enough to get you to talk to him more. And soon enough, the two of you would drive around places, taking pictures with his camera and going out on dates. Nothing too fancy, but you didn’t need fancy to be happy. Not with Charles.

“Lovely? Are you okay?”

You looked at Charles, who had finished wiping the cookie dough off of his face. His brows were knit for a moment, his gorgeous doe eyes holding an odd amount of concern for the circumstances. “You looked all spaced out. Are you okay?”

You brought yourself over to him, taking his hand in your own and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Never been better, Charles.”

His adorable face flushed a soft pink as his cute smile appeared for the billionth time that night. “Good. I’m glad.”

The two of you just stayed there, your thumb caressing the back of his hand softly, and him smiling at you. It wasn’t until Charles’ eyes seemed to glance behind you before he let go of your hand.

“Are we gonna finish shaping these cookies, lovely? Or are we just going to toss some mounds on there and hope they don’t melt together?”

“But, mega cooki-”

“We aren’t doing mega cookie.”

“Chaaaaaarles! Please?”

“... one. One mega cookie.”

“Shit! Hot!”

“Are you okay?” Charles asked, nearly dropping the cookie he was placing on the napkin in front of him. “Did you burn yourself?”

You only shook your head before taking a sip of the drink you had settled in front of you. Once you gulped down what was in your mouth, you looked at him. “It was just a really hot cookie.”

Charles shook his head, a hushed laugh escaping his mouth as he looked at you. “Y’know, you sure are something, lovely.”

“And so are you, angel,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso. He draped his arm over you carefully, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head and squeezing you a little bit closer.

“Anything in particular you wanna watch?” he asked quietly. “We could watch whatever you want.”

“Just whatever is on,” you shrugged, snuggling into his side a little bit more. “Nothing too distracting.”

“Mkay,” he mumbled with a smile, turning the TV on and going to put the remote down on the small coffee table in front of you. Before he fully sat back you let out a small “Wait!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Could you grab me another cookie?”

Charles paused, shaking his head with a smile. “Even though you just burnt yourself on another one?”

“We could split the mega cookie,” you offered, only to laugh as Charles sighed.

The mega cookie the two of you had made had to have been at least the size of a grapefruit, though you had wanted it bigger. Charles did have to step in before you had no cookie dough left for properly sized cookies.

“I worry every time we make one of these things that it’ll kill me because it didn’t bake all the way through,” Charles shook his head grabbing the cookie in both hands.

He carefully squished the middle, pursing his lips as he looked at the massive baked good. After a moment or two of strategic squishing, he smiled. “This feels like it baked through.”

You grinned as he pulled a small piece off of the cookie, popping it in his mouth. “Here, lovely. Take some.”

Beaming, you pulled off your own piece of cookie, popping it in your mouth before snuggling into him further. All he could really do was laugh, petting your head slightly. After a few moments of silence, he quietly asked “Is this okay?”

“Wellll,” you drew your words out, taking another piece of the cookie. “I do want one more thing at the moment.”

Charles let out a small chuckle, bringing you a bit closer to him before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Even that small act of affection had you smiling, your face beginning to warm up.

"What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down,” Charles mumbled, his lips still lingering on your forehead.

You grinned, beginning to giggle before stopping. “Hang on a sec. Did you just-” “Shhhh, no, I didn’t.”

“You absolutely did!”

“I did not!”

“You made a pop culture reference! Good job!”

“Lovely,” Charles groaned, the groan turning into another bout of giggles and laughter.

“Angel,” you copied him, though you could barely call it a groan.

“What is it that you want though? What can I do for my amazing partner?” Charles asked, doing his best to change the subject.

You looked up at him, giving him your best puppy eyes before mumbling through a small pout, “Can I have a kiss?”

Charles just shook his head, smiling. “Of course, c’mere.”

You brought your head a bit more, fighting down a massive smile as he put his lips on yours. His hands came up to your burning face, only making it feel warmer. Your lips quivered as your smile nearly came to the surface. Both you and Charles lost your little fights as light smiles bloomed across both of your faces. This caused the kiss to break, but Charles’ hands never left your face.

You let out a small noise when he placed his forehead on yours, both of your grins practically lighting the room. “Now is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect, angel.”

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nhlandotherimagines · 3 years

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One Thing- Cale Makar

@natbarzal @anastasiyaigorevnadobrodevskaya @jonnytoews19

Here we go with blurb #3 of the Up All Night series! It’s mostly fluff, and quite a bit of pining :) Let me know what you think, and if you’d like to be tagged in any of the future blurbs in this series

I’ve also decided that instead of Wednesday’s, Fridays, and Sundays I’m just going to post one every other day :)

I’ve tried playin' it cool, but when I'm lookin' at you I can't ever be brave ‘cause you make my heart race

As you stand in Nate’s backyard, Cale catches your eye. He is leaning against the side of the deck, sunglasses sitting on the top of his head, and eyes crinkling as he laughs loudly at something Nate said to him. His laugh makes you smile to yourself. You haven’t been introduced to Cale yet, but Nate was positive the two of you would get along perfectly.

As if on cue, Nate yells out for you snapping you from your thoughts. As you look over, he motions for you to join them. Grabbing your drink from the table you’d been standing at, you make your way towards them. Nate smiles at you mischievously, and then turns to Cale.

“Makar, this is my friend Y/n. Y/n, this is Cale Makar.” Nate introduces the two of you, and you giggle lightly at the mock formality he forces into his voice.

“Nice to meet you Cale Makar.” You say his full name in a playful tone, sticking your hand out for him. Cale stares at it for a moment too long, before reaching out and shaking it.

“Hey, Um yeah you can just call me Cale. Or if you want you can call me Cale Makar. Or you can call me just Makar. I don’t care, call me whatever you want!” He rambles, and the more he speaks the redder his cheeks get. You smile at him, and can’t help but notice how adorable the tint on his cheeks is.

“Well Just Makar, you know you can stop shaking my hand now right?” You tease, glancing down to where he still grips your hand in his.

Cale sputters out an apology, dropping your hand immediately. Before you can even get another word in Cale awkwardly excuses himself, and you turn to Nate. He is standing next to you, eyes trained on the young defensemen, mouth slightly agape, and brows furrowed in confusion. “What the hell was that?” Nate asks, his voice laced with pure astonishment. You shrug, because you are also very confused.

Cale, however, was now trying to find a drink. He heard Nate talk about you everyday for the past week, but not once had he mention how absolutely stunning you were. Now Cale was sure he had completely embarrassed himself, and ruined any chance he may have had at befriending you.

Cale spends the rest of the party trying to build the confidence to speak to you again, so he can at least apologize for his previous behaviour. He even talks himself into it a few times, putting on a brave face, but as soon as his eyes fall on you again he chickens out.

Shot me out of the sky, you’re my kryptonite. You keep making me weak, frozen, and can't breathe

The next time you see Cale is at a bar after a big Avs win. As you walk towards the group, you notice how comfortable all of the boys look. “Win drunk” and surrounded by all of their friends, the boys are happy. Cale’s smile seems the biggest as he watches Kadri tell a very animated story, and you can’t help but smile too. You’re not sure what it is about Cale, but you’re drawn to him.

As you approach the table, Cale’s eyes find you first. He’s in the middle of saying something, but immediately stops. His face turns red, and he is frozen in place. Sure, he knows you’re good looking, but tonight in your band tee and leather jacket, he’s sure he’s never seen anyone look so effortlessly good.

“Sorry did I interrupt something?” You ask, embarrassed by the reaction. All eyes are on Cale as attempts to tell you that you hadn’t interrupted anything. His face is bright red now, and you feel kind of bad for him. Cale can’t seem to catch his breath, no one has ever made him feel this way.

Something's gotta give now 'cause I'm dying just to make you see that I need you here with me now 'cause you've got that one thing

“Makar why have you been so weird every time we hangout?” Nate asks as he finds the younger man in the kitchen of his apartment. Cale has been hiding in the kitchen for the last 10 minutes, wondering if he can even go back into the same room as you. He wants so bad to just be able to talk to you, but he can never seem to find the words.

Cale just shrugs, embarrassed that his friends are noticing his behaviour. “It’s Y/n isn’t it?” Nate smirks, nudging Cale playfully.

“I don’t know why I can’t just talk to her!” Cale groans, dropping his head and rubbing at the back of his neck in frustration. Nate just laughs, clapping his hand against Cale’s shoulder.

“You’ll get there, just stop thinking so hard. It’s painful to watch.” With that Nate leaves the younger man standing in his kitchen, joining the rest of the guests in his living room. Leaving Cale, once again with just his thoughts. Somethings gotta give.

So get out, get out, get out of my head, and fall into my arms instead

“What’s going on in that head of yours Just Makar?” You tease. You had slipped away from everyone else to get a drink, and maybe also to find Cale. His eyes snap to you, and he watches as you grab a glass from the cupboard next to him. The smile on your face when you turn to face him again makes his heart race.

“Just thinking.” He smiles, “How’s it going in there? No ones injured yet?”

“Surprisingly not yet!” You giggle, “But I’m sure it won’t be long.” You add, pouring a drink and then leaning against the counter beside Cale. You’re close enough that your shoulders are just barely touching, and immediately Cale gets flustered. He just wants to be able to throw his arm around your shoulder, and pull you into his side. He’s not even sure when those thoughts about you started, but all he knows is that he can’t get you out of his head.

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but I need that one thing, and you’ve got that one thing

As you stand over the stove in the kitchen, you hear a knock at your door. Glancing at the clock, you furrow your brows in confusion. Turning down the burner on the stove, you make your way to the door. As you pull it open you are even more confused as you see who stands on the other side.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but um- could I come in?” Cale asks, a blush on his cheeks. You stare at him for a moment, mouth agape, still confused. He looks at you hopefully, and you realize you’ve yet to speak to him.

“Oh yeah, uh sure I’m just making dinner, would you like some?” You ask, pushing the door open to allow him in.

“Oh I’m sorry, I can- um I could come back later?” He is sputtering again, and looking everywhere but at you. You place a shaky hand on his bicep, hoping he can’t feel your sudden nervousness.

“It’s fine! There is enough for two if you’re hungry of course.” He smiles, and nods. You walk back into the kitchen, tending to the stove again. Cale leans against the counter offering to help, but you quickly turn him down telling him you’re almost done.

Cale watches you intently. You’re so focused on the task at hand, tongue poking out from your lips slightly in concentration. Cale is lost in you once again, he can’t place it but there is something different about you. You are so different than any person he’s ever met, and he can’t shake you from his mind.

He’s snapped from his thoughts, when you turn to him and speak. “So not to sound like I don’t enjoy your company or anything, but why are you here?” You ask, a small smirk tugging on your lips. Cale starts to panic, sure he practiced this conversation all day, but he’s not sure he’ll ever be ready.

“Well I’m-“ He sighs dropping his gaze to the floor. “I wanted to see you. The truth is I always do. I’m sorry I struggle talking to you, but I just think you’re so amazing and it’s intimidating. I don’t know exactly what it is about you, but I’ve been drawn to you since the moment we met. So I hope this isn’t too forward or too awkward, but I was wondering if you’d let me take you out sometime. On a date. Only if that’s something you’d want to do of course.”

Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can heart it. When he lifts his eyes to yours again, you can see the hope in them. You don’t know it now, but you’re holding Cale’s heart in your hand, and you could easily break it with just a few words. Your mind has been made up about Cale since the moment you had seen him across Nate’s backyard. He was captivating, absolutely adorable, and a total gentleman.

The smile that breaks across your face as you nod, has a sigh escaping Cale’s body. His smile is even bigger than yours, even though you would have thought that was mpossible. “Well Just Makar,” you wink, and Cale groans at the stupid nickname. “How about we have dinner here tonight, count this as date number one. If tonight goes as well as I expect it will, then I will absolutely let you take me out.” You suggest, stepping closer to him. The two of you are about as close as two people can stand without touching, your eyes both begging the other to close the gap.

“Would it make me a bad date if I kissed you before the date actually starts?” Cale breathes out, leaning in impossibly closer.

“I think you’d be a bad date if you didn’t.” You try and tease back, but your voice is shaky and full of want. You don’t have time to really be embarrassed, because Cale is pressing his lips to yours.

You can feel Cale smile against your lips, and you can’t help but mirror the action. Who knows what will happen between the two of you? All you know is that there is something about Cale. He’s always on your mind, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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bigboomboi · 4 years

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Sparks~ Denki X reader

Words: 3984

Warning: Smut, oral sex (fem receiving), dry [wet] humping, ack idk, it’s not too dirty... think, everyone involved in sexual acts are aged up to 18.

"Y/N…"

Thump. Thump. Could she get close enough to count all of his freckles?

"Y/N."

Wow, he really had the cutest laugh. Thump. Thump.

"Y/N, I swear to god."

Thump. Thump. Did he know how attractive he was? Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Y/N! Stop hitting me with your fucking tail!" Jirou snapped, grabbing the fluffy appendage beating wildly against her leg.

"Ow, ow, ow." Y/N yelped trying to pull her tail away.

"Jirou, let go of her tail. You know it's sensitive." Uraraka scolded, not looking up from her homework.

"Yeah, well so is my thigh! And miss foxy is bruising it with her heart thumper!" Jirou huffed.

Y/N whined and tugged her tail again. "I'm sorry, please let go."

Jirou gave her tail a warning squeeze before releasing it. "Hit me with it again and I will yank it."

"Be nice." Uraraka hummed. "She can't help it."

Mina laughed. "Yeah, she sees Wattage boy and gets so excited her tail almost flies off."

Y/N whined and tucked her tail around herself. "That's not true."

"Yes, it is." The girls replied.

"Mean…" She huffed.

"We wouldn't tease you so much if you weren't so head over heels for him." Toru giggled.

"I'm not head over heels for him… I just… like him… a bit." Y/N shrugged, willing herself not to look over when Denki laughed.

"Sure, you're not." Mina laughed and Y/N blushed.

Momo gently patted her head, while standing to grab something. "It's okay, Y/N."

"Yeah, we understand; you're in love with him!" Toru corrected.

"No, I'm not." Y/N huffed.

"Guys, leave her alone." Uraraka warned.

"No, watch!" Jirou snickered. "Hey, boys!"

"Stop it." Uraraka finally looked up, glaring at the punk teen.

"Wanna join our study group, we're gonna work on the history homework next!" Jirou offered, a teasing smile hiding on her lips.

"Oh, I totally forgot about that!" Kirishima said. "Thanks, J!"

"I was trying to forget about it…" Denki groaned. "I suck at history."

"That's fine, Y/N's great at history!" Mina piped.

"Guys, stop it." Uraraka snapped quietly, so as to not alert the approaching boys.

"Yeah, she's got a B in the class, right, Y/N?" Toru added.

Y/N tried to calm her erratic heartbeat as Denki came closer. "Um, I, an A… I have an A…"

"Perfect. Here, Sparky, take my seat." Jirou offered, standing up.

Uraraka watched as Denki happily took the seat next to the jittery girl, seemingly unaware of her nerves. Sero, Kirishima, Ojiro and Midoriya filled in where they could. They all actually started to work on the history work, but the girls could only really focus on Y/N and Denki. Mina even situated herself sideways on the couch to push the two together.

Uraraka grew irritated watching Mina literally shove them together. Y/N genuinely tried to help Denki through the work, but the closer she was pushed, she was nearly in his lap. He didn't seem to mind as he shifted letting her move closer.

His arm ended up draped over the back of the couch behind her and her tail began thumping again. Of course, the girls noticed. They locked eyes with each other, not heeding the glare Uraraka gave them.

"What's got you so excited, Y/N?" Mina laughed, pulling all the attention to their area. "Your tail is gonna smash through the couch with how hard you're swinging it."

The object in question stiffened straight and the girl it was attached to turned redder than a tomato and that was the last straw for Uraraka. "Alright, guys. Sorry to leave so abruptly, but I forgot Y/N and I had things planned today."

Y/N looked up at her best friend with thankful orbs. Uraraka started walking away, gently beckoning Y/N with her hand. She hopped off the couch and hurried to follow, waving a shy farewell to everyone.

Once in Uraraka's room Y/N crawled into her friend's bed and whined pitifully. Uraraka sighed, and went to her closet. She started tugging out blankets and tossed them to the bed.

Knowing Y/N for three plus years, she knew how to make the girl feel better. Y/N's quirk manifested as a Kitsune, fox spirit, several tails, godlike powers. The whole nine yards.

With anxiety.

"Y/N, babe… don't burrow into my actual bed, please." Uraraka pleaded gently. "You know they were only teasing, sweetheart."

Y/N huffed and peaked out of her newly made fluffy cave. "You're the one that got angry."

Uraraka sighed deeply. "Yeah, you're right. But I couldn't just leave you there… you were going to implode."

"I kinda wish you did." Y/N mumbled. "It was the closest I'd been to him, probably ever."

"They were forcing you into his arms, babes." Uraraka gently rubbed her head.

Y/N sat up and pouted. "I liked it."

"Then talk to the boy!" Uraraka laughed. "You absolutely are head over heels for him and we all know it!"

"Yeah, except the boy in question.” Y/N panicked.

Uraraka rolled her eyes. "Just talk to him if you want to be with him. Like flirt with him, that's kinda how relationships become a thing."

Y/N whined again and curled into the blankets. "Fine. I'll try. But, I get cuddles, right now."

As promised. Y/N did try to talk to Denki. Now, trying and succeeding are two very different things.

Of course, she spoke to him, asking for pencils in class, communicating during group work, the occasional comment in a conversation at lunch. But talking as in flirting and trying to relay the fact that she had a crush on him- yeah, no. Didn't happen. At all. All she managed to do was stress herself out.

Which brought her to her current situation.

"Get back here you muti-tailed little fuck!" Bakugo screamed chasing the tiny fox around the dorm.

Y/N let out a screaming bark and dodged the angry pink haired teen. She slid across the floor, just narrowly escaping Bakugo's blast. She leaped over the couch and into Uraraka's lap for protection.

"I'm going to strangle you, you tiny little shit!" Bakugo growled, glaring at the four legged Y/N.

"Let's not threaten people's lives he...re…" Uraraka trailed off looking up. "Oh my god."

"Woah, dude. When did you decide to dye your hair?" Kirishima asked.

"I didn't, the fox bitch put dye in my shampoo!" He snarled. Y/N snickered, her laugh pissing him off more. "Yeah, you won’t be laughing when I blow off your extra tails!"

"I don't know, I think she did you a favor. Pastel pink, it really makes your eyes pop." Sero chuckled, before dodging the couch pillow aimed for his face.

"Oh, come on. Don't be too upset, you know her pranks are never hurtful. It's probably temporary anyway." Momo giggled.

Y/N laughed again but Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her, effectively shutting her up. She looked over at the few classmates sitting around her, silently begging for help. Each one adverted their eyes, playfully.

"Oh, no, Y/N, you got yourself into this mess.” Uraraka flicked her ear.

Y/N begged and whined as Bakugo glared harder at her. She wiggled herself closer to Uraraka’s chest while steadily eyeing her exit. The exit that was blocked by the new pink haired teen as he already calculated her plan.

Idiot. They were in the hero course.

Y/N turned and looked at another way out, she’d have to haul ass, but she could probably make it. She slowly crept up onto the backrest of Urarka’s chair, keeping eye contact with Bakugo, cautiously. Three solid seconds passed before she bolted.

Bakugo cursed and followed after her. She scurried across the room quickly, yelping when his explosion singed her tails. Her escape, the open door, was feet away, but Bakugo was closer.

Suddenly she turned to her left just before she reached the door. She tumbled across the floor as Bakugo tried to alter his course but instead slipped and tumbled out the door. Y/N scrambled up to run in the opposite direction towards the dorm rooms.

She only had a slight advantage; she already heard his footsteps pounding up the stairs after her. She hurriedly ducked into one of the rooms left open, thankfully, and pushed her body against it to close it. She held her breath as he passed by the room.

After a few moments of hearing his shouts and explosions fade, she let her lungs function again and collapsed dramatically on the floor. Y/N looked around, wondering whose room she found refuge in. It was bright, a bit all over the place. Maybe a boy’s room, from the look of the shorts she found. She pawed at the article of clothing straightening it out. She looked at them, closely, slowly she leaned down to sniff them.

Suddenly, she yipped in fear and jumped away from them as the door swung open, landing on the bed. Y/N blinked at the startled electric centered boy, her tiny fox form looking completely out of place. Of course, in the midst of running from Bakugo, she found her way into Denki's room.

“Not that I’m complaining, but, uh…” Denki finally asked. "Y/N… Why are you in my room?"

She sat quiet, she was unable to respond without shifting back, but, that thought was put on the back burner as she noticed he was shirtless, droplets of water sliding down his chest. Out of pure and uttermost adoration, and slight arousal, her tails started to thump aggressively against his pillow.

Suddenly, Bakugo’s shout was heard throughout the hall and Y/N’s tails fluffed up in fear. “I’m going to assume that’s why you’re hiding in my bed, pup?”

Y/N whined and jerked her head in agreement. He laughed and closed his door completely, just in time for Bakugo to walk past. Y/N wiggled herself lower into his bed as he migrated over to his dresser.

“You gonna change back, cutie?” Denki asked pulling out a shirt, he chuckled when she shook her head. “As much as I enjoy having the foxiest little babe in the world, in my bed. I’d rather be able to talk to her.”

Still she kept her fox form and restrained herself form bounding around the room at his flirt. She knew he was a natural flirt with everyone, but it still made her heart hit harder in her chest when his words were directed at her.

“Okay, how about this. You can stay if you shift back?” He bargained, sitting on the bed.

That wasn’t fair… she wasn’t ready to leave yet… Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and shifted back into her human form. “Hi.”

“There you are beautiful.” He smiled, leaning down to brush her hair out of her eyes. “I would’ve let you stay anyway, just so you know.”

“So, you just wanted to see my titties.” She teased without a second thought.

Denki smirked, glancing down at her sports bra. “Not the intention, but I’m not complaining.”

His proximity rendered her stupid, but excited. He leaned closer to her and she tried to lean back but she hit the wall. His hand still sat warmly on her face, doing nothing to calm her pounding heart, she wondered if he could hear it.

“Your tail is thumping hard, babe.” Y/N almost felt her tail pick up speed at the pet name.

“It, it happens when I’m excited…” She whispered.

“Good to know.” He nodded, slowly inching closer. “What’s got you so excited?”

She glanced down to his lips and bit her own, losing herself in the fantasy of just closing the distance between them. Soft, warm pressed against her own. Yes, please. Her short daydream was interrupted when his thumb brushed over her lips, gently freeing her bottom one free of her teeth.

“Don’t bite that lip, I want that job.” He ordered softly, making her whimper. Y/N flushed, thinking over his words, she could tell he was waiting for her response, but she couldn’t seem to spit out the words of agreement for the life of her. For some reason it seemed too easy, so instead-

“Then do it.”

She gasped as he surged forwards, crushing his lips into hers. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Out of all eighteen years of her life, she’d never had her breath stolen like he had done. True to his word, Denki caught her lip with his teeth and tugged it gently, relishing in the whimpered moan she rewarded him with.

Y/N’s hand found new purchase in his hair, gripping tightly and the growl he let out sent pulses straight down to her core. She pulled again and fell dizzy when he grinded into her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. He left her lips in favour of kissing down her neck, gently nipping along the way. She tugged his hair and jerked against his hands, trying to reconnect their lips, but a sharp bite under her ear halted her attempts.

“Don’t do that, or I will fuck you before I get the chance to take you on a date.” He warned, soothing the purpling mark he left behind.

She whined and tried lifting her hips again, despite his hands holding them down. “A- a date is meant for get to know the person you’re seeing. We’ve known each other for years, Denki…”

“I want you to be my girlfriend, not just a fuck.” He muttered trailing his lips across her clavicle.

“Yes.” She breathed, slowly losing her mind. “Yes, like three years ago.”

Denki chuckled. “If I had known that I would have asked three years ago.”

Annoyed with the lack of attention on her lips she yanked his hair again, this time successfully pulling his head up. “I wasn’t hiding it; you just might actually be an idiot.”

His hand suddenly circled her throat, squeezing the sides warningly. “Don’t be a brat, now.”

Y/N moaned in submission, but still, she tried to keep the boldness she had before. “N-not my fault you weren’t paying attention…”

He smirked, hearing her voice waver. “You’re so cute when you act tough, honey.”

“Fuck, just kiss me, please.”

Denki complied to her request and kissed her again, his hand slowly sliding up her sides to brush the sides of her chest, only fully grasping her mounds when she arched herself forwards presenting them to him. His tongue drifted across her lips, politely asking for an entrance, which she happily granted him. The sweet taste of him flooded her senses, nearly drowning her and making her head spin.

She teased his tongue with her own, playfully, with no actual intent on trying to win the battle. He groaned, squeezing her breasts hard, before flicking over the harden peaks trying to pierce through her bra. Once again his lips retreated and migrated down her chest, nipping and biting marks all the way down.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, fingering the fabric separating him from her softness.

“Please.” She panted, tugging at it herself.

As soon as her breasts were free from their confinements, he let his teeth sink into her supple flesh, making her arch into his mouth. “You’re so soft, baby.” He breathed against her.

The compliment made her blush. “Th-thank you…”

“Do you trust me?” He asked, confusing her.

“What?” She gasped.

“Do you trust me?” He repeated, sticking his tongue out for her. Sparks flittered over the wet muscle.

Y/N nodded softly tugging his head to her chest. “Yeah, yeah. Yes.”

Her gasp would’ve made him pull his lips off her nipple to ensure she was alright, but only if it wasn’t followed by a sweet moan. Really it just encouraged him to tease them further. But, when he bit down, the pleasurable pain sensation shot straight down to the apex of her thighs combining with another pressure there. It was then that realized the fingers that snuck under her shorts, pressing deft circles into her clit.

A soft whine left her lips, her hips jumping against his hand, and just about lost cried when a single digit slipping into her briefly before retreating to toy with her clit. “Denki, I swear if you don’t do something more I’ll- oh my, fuck!”

Two fingers plunged into her heat, curling against the soft spot hidden inside her. “What was that, princess?”

“Ah, Denki, please.” She whimpered when he removed his fingers again.

“Shh, I got you.” He assured, tugging her shorts down, revealing an adorable pair of underwear covered in sunset clouds- a small bow at the top. “Cute panties.”

Y/N blushed and moved to cover them. “I… I wasn’t really expecting this so, um.”

Denki rolled his eyes and pushed her hands out of the way. “I’m pretty sure I just said I think they’re cute.”

“Cute isn’t sexy.” She argued as he made his way down her body. He bit down on her hip, pulling a hiss of pleasure from her mouth.

“I think you look sexy in anything.” He admitted. “Sweatpants and a tee shirt, your hero costume, the school uniform. Anything.”

“I’m pretty sure that last one is a kink.” She giggled.

“Mmm, probably, but,” Suddenly his mouth enveloped her clit through her panties and her hands flew to his hair, a cry escaping her. “I’m not wrong.”

He tugged her underwear off, spreading her thighs a bit more. He wasted no time re-attaching himself to her bundle of nerves. Groaning at her taste, he spread her lips and licked into her with so much earnest, you’d think he was starving.

Moans and whimpers fell from her lips, eagerly encouraging him further. He tightened his grip on her thighs, pulling her closer to his face. “God, you taste so good.” A moan echoed into the room when she tried to thank him, courtesy of the long fingers drilling into her. Her finger tugged at his hair, although she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push him away or tug him closer, the pleasure spike nearly being too much for her.

Denki pulled away from her core, panting. “Come on, baby, I can feel you clenching on my fingers. You’re so close.”

“Shit, D-Denki!” Tears welled in her eyes, her hips thrashing against the hold he had on her hip. “I, I- Oh my god!”

He nibbled soft love bite into her neck, picking up his pace, before whispering in her ear. “Cum for me, Y/N.”

One final press on her sweet spot pushed her over and her body bowed so tightly, Denki was almost afraid she'd snap in half. He was quick to cover her mouth with his, swallowing her cries. His fingers slowed, easing her down from her high, only fully pulling out when her hips started shifting away from his ministrations.

Y/N allowed him to maneuver her body on top of his, cuddling her to his chest. He gently rubbed her back, while she caught her breath. “You okay, cutie.”

“Sorry, for hiding in your room.” Y/N apologized.

“My face was just between your thighs, and that’s the topic of conversation?” He laughed.

She hummed, nuzzling his neck. “There’s not much to say for the other subject… I can’t feel my legs.”

Denki snorted, hugging her closer. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“Wait, you didn’t cum.” She realized sitting up.

He gently traced up and down her sides, grinning. “That’s okay, that can wait until after our date I’m taking you on.”

She pouted down at him. “Why not before and after…?” Her question brought more life to his cock that already strained against his shorts, but he shook his head.

“It’s okay, babe.” Still she pouted at him for a moment, thoughtfulness swimming through her eyes. Suddenly, she scooted back, sliding downwards until she was pressed against his hardness.

“Please, I want to help…” She begged, softly grinding on him.

“Fuck, princess.” He groaned, his head falling back.

She felt him twitch and pushed herself harder against him. With each roll of her hips, her slick soaked through his shorts. He grabbed her hips, helping her move against his low curses escaping him. Finally, Y/N grew tired of the dry-wet- humping and raised her hip to tug his shorts down.

“Babe-.” He breathed, ready to make sure she didn’t feel pressured into it, but she stopped him with a whine.

“Please, I want you in me.” She pleaded, just hovering over his tip.

Denki nodded and watched as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He sucked in a breath, forcing himself to keep still, despite the intense urge to bury himself in her, he didn’t want to hurt her. Her head fell forwards in pleasure feeling him stretch her out so nicely. Denki was quick gently massaging her sides as he whispered soft praises to her. “You’re doing so good, babe. Relax.”

Finally, she was fully seated on him, trying to take a moment to adjust, but the fluttering of her heat broke his will and he gave a sharp thrust into her. She cried out, clamping down around him, walls rippling and juices soaking him further.

Eyes wide with lustful awe, “Fuck… Did you just cum?” He asked, redundantly.

She shuddered and panted. “N-not, oh god. Not my fault.”

He rolled them over with ease, staying inside of her and growled into her neck. “You’re so tight, fuck...”

He slowly retreated from her warmth before plunging into her. A gasping moan tumbled from her lips as he repeated his actions and she tried to lift her hips to meet him. His pace increased and he nip at her neck, lifting her legs up to wrap around his hips.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking my cock so well, shit.” He praised, drilling into her harder.

“Denki… I-!” Y/N’s sobbing moan and tightening walls alerted him that he had found her soft spot. “Gonna cum, gon’cum. Please, please, please. Oh my god!”

Her admission sent him into overdrive, he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and pounded into her at a pace that sent her eyes rolling back. Her nails clawed down his back, the overstimulation making her seek out some sort of support.

“Let go, baby, I got you.” Denki kissed her cheek and trailed his hand down to draw messy shapes on her swollen clit.

It all soon became too much, and she felt the familiar knot forming in your abdomen once more. She clenched around Denki and after a few more pumps her legs started to tremble as her final release washed over her. He was quick to pull out, emptying himself on her stomach, groaning deeply as he finished.

After a moment of admiring Y/N’s fucked out state he got up to retrieve a warm towel to clean her up. She hummed as he kissed her as he cleaned her, before finally coming up to connect their lips. It was softer than the most previous ones they shared but it made her heart pound just the same, maybe even more.

“Mmm,” Y/N tapped his shoulder, pulling back. “Can we roll over, I’m lying on my tail.”

Denki chuckled, but complied, rolling onto his back, pulling her onto his chest and draw soft circles in her back. Her tail waved contently, tickling his skin when it brushed across his hand. Slowly, they drifted off, their heartbeats lulling the other half to sleep. Well, almost to sleep.

“Sparky, you see the Yokai anywh-!” Bakugo threw open Denki’s door, scarring the fuck out of both naked parties.

Denki instinctively pulled the blankets up around Y/N and coughed awkwardly. “H-hey Bakugo. Nice hair…”

Bakugo stood, face slowly reddening, jaw slack. He blinked a few times before snapping out of it. “Naked or not, you’re dying you little shit.”

Y/N squealed and scrambled out of Denki’s arms as Bakugo fell into them. “Text me!” And with that she shifted into her fox form and bolted.

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6:41 on a thursday morning

pairing(s): mazikeen x reader

summary:

it’s a morning like any other, the first time mazikeen says it—those three little words: ‘i love you.’

contains: light angst & fluff

word count: ~800

rating: teen

warnings: mentions of creepy men, mentions of maze’s propensity for violence, but other than that... none?

notes: requested by anon. look i’m SORRY they requested fluff and somehow a little bit of angst wormed its way in there. anyways, hope this is otherwise okay<3

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It’s a surprise, the first time she says it. Out-of-the-blue, entirely unprecedented—much like all things where Maze is concerned.

For starters, it’s something like 6:41 on a Thursday morning.

You’re dressed in an oversized T-shirt that just barely reaches mid-thigh and nothing else, feeling pleasantly sore in all the right places as you pad around the kitchen looking for—

Oh! There it is.

You grab the pan, set it down on the lower-left burner (your favorite), and set it to medium.

“Hey, Maze!” you call, hoping your voice carries down the hall and into your room, where Maze is currently flopped face-down on your bed. “Do you want your eggs the usual way?”

She was very cross with you when you made the executive decision to get up and start your day rather than going another round in bed—not that the prospect wasn’t incredibly tempting, of course.

A muffled yet resounding groan from down the hall makes you giggle and shake your head as you spray the pan with cooking oil.

“I’m gonna take that as a ‘Yes’!” you call back.

Another noncommittal groan.

You snort. Too cute.

10 minutes later sees you serving up two platefuls of scrambled eggs topped with melted cheese—a delicacy, considering you’re rather terrible at cooking on even the best of days.

Yeah; as far as you’re concerned, this—no smoke, nothing burnt, no fire alarms blaring in your ears—is a win.

Just then, Mazikeen stumbles out into the kitchen. She looks… fucking adorable dressed in one of your T-shirts and a pair of panties, her dark hair mussed and standing up every which way, a dazed look in her eye.

She doesn’t let that keep her from glaring at everything around her as if they’ve slighted her in some completely unforgivable way, of course. She’s a multitasker like that.

“Hey, Maze!” you chirp the moment she shuffles barefoot into the kitchen, headed straight for the fridge.

She waves you off with an unintelligible grumble.

You don’t take offense to it. She’s always a zombie in the early hours, even when you’re feeling playful enough to wake her up with a couple rounds of lazy morning sex.

It’s not until the moment she wrenches open the door and bends to squint at the contents inside that her gaze lands on something, and she promptly freezes on the spot.

Now, that gives you pause. Even still, you force yourself to finish up what you’re doing first—snatching a pair of forks and a mug full of coffee for yourself, then setting the table for the two of you.

“Babe?” you ask, watching Maze intently as she straightens, gawks at you, then back into the fridge like she can’t believe what she’s seeing. With the places set at the table, you pad back over to her with a frown. “You okay?”

Maze finally tears her incredulous gaze away to meet yours. “You… You bought me…”

“Oh! Yeah, that drink you like! Green tea coconut water, right?” You glance back into the fridge and—yep, there they are: a 16-pack on the second shelf, right where you left it. You turn back to Maze, your heart sinking as something occurs to you. “Did I get the wrong brand? I could’ve sworn—”

“It’s the right brand,” Maze says hoarsely, her typically so self-assured voice choked with emotion.

Well, that just makes this whole thing even more confusing.

“Maze?” You grab her by the hand, guide her gently around the door as you shut it behind you. Your heart breaks at the way she won’t even look you in the eye. “What’s wrong? Do you not like that stuff anymore? I thought I saw you drinking it just this week, but maybe I was mistaken—?”

“I love you,” Maze utters out quietly, and when her gaze darts up to meet yours, her eyes are glossy with tears. “I love you so much.”

Warmth explodes in your chest, a tentative grin breaking out across your face. “Yeah?” you ask quietly, desperate for confirmation—because for Maze, this is bigger than any gift she’s given you (of which there have been many), or any creepy guy she’s beat up for leering at you on the streets (of which there have also been many).

Maze nods, biting her lower lip hard as a tear streams down her cheek. “Yeah.”

You’re quick to catch it with your thumb, cupping her jaw in both your hands and making damn sure you’re looking her right in the eye when you say, “I love you, too, Mazikeen. So, so much.”

You’re not sure who moves first, but a beat passes and all of a sudden, your senses are flooded with Maze. Her lean body pressed flush against your own, her strong arms curled around your waist, the feeling of her lips as they catch yours in a bruising kiss—wet, desperate, salty with tears.

She tastes like toothpaste and gun oil and Maze, Maze, Maze... and God help you, but you can’t get enough. You don’t think you ever will.

In short, it’s... perfect. Absolutely perfect.

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end notes: again, hope this was to your liking, anon

also—maze being absolutely floored by little acts of kindness from her s/o and not knowing how to cope? incredible. show-stopping. brilliant. yee to the fuckin’ haw

(also i really didn’t proofread this so if you see any mistakes, please let me know)

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#yerrrr #requested #stuff i wrote #mazikeen x reader #maze x reader #lucifer fic #reader-insert

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alirhi · 3 years

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okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

#fan rant #ragepost #long post #bucky barnes #mcu #captain america #the first avenger #the winter soldier #civil war #tfatws #mcu spoilers #stop victim blaming #victim not villain #never a fucking villain #bucky deserved better #fuck marvel #fuck disney

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