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the-cookie-of-doom · 19 days

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Hiii

I remember when you were posting about your Kim/Wik Twins AU and I was so hooked! There’s so much potential for angst in this AU😩🤌 I always wondered if there was anything new going on with this WIP.

PS: I’ve been following your blog for a little while (I don’t interact bc im shyy) and I love all your Kimchay WIPS and little excerpts you’ve blessed us with (they make my day everytime I see one). So I want to personally thank your brain for all these wonderful ideas and just thank you for being you 😊

send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!

Oh anon, you're a darling! This was so nice to wake up to <3 I actually haven't worked much on that AU since originally posting it, but you're right, there is so much angst potential in this AU between Wik and Kim. One of the inspirations from it actually came from World of Warcraft, and how the character Varian was split into two people, the other one being Lo'Gosh. I really loved how it wasn't just "this is the good side vs. the bad/feral side." Varian was polite and charming and good at socializing, but he was also vain and easy to manipulate (which was the point of splitting him), whereas Lo'Gosh was definitely a barbarian, but he was also all of Varian's strong will and ambition/motivation, and passion. I hadn't seen that kind of character splitting before, because it's usually an easy shorthand for doing a good/evil thing.

So for the purposes of this fic, Kim isn't just all the evil mafia while Wik is the sweetheart singer. Wik is very driven and tbh a little selfish, he's kind to his fans but ultimately very cold, because he grew up in a world where anything he cared about could be used against him. Both of them are still calculating in clever, but it's Wik that begins investigating Chay, intentionally using his stardom as an in, and purposefully manipulating him to get more information. He takes it to a stronger degree than we actually see from Kim in the show.

Whereas Kim is the quieter, more contained side. They both love music but Kim prefers guitar/piano over singing because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself the way Wik does, although he does write a lot of poetry/lyrics. One of the betrayals from Wik leaving is that he stole Kim's songs. The other is that he left Kim behind. He loves his brother more than anything, and Wik leaving him without so much as a goodbye was devastating for him.

Here's your slightly less than 500 words!

“You left me!” “Would you have even come with me?” Kim’s voice breaks on a desperate, “Yes!” He wants to take it back as soon as the word leaves his mouth, too honest in the heat of his moment, chest heaving with the weight of it. The only good thing about the admission is that his brother is too stunned to reply; Kim takes satisfaction in that, in the implication of it, as Wik realizes the depth of his own selfishness. “Kim…” “I would…” Kim swallows. Days of captivity have left his throat dry. It hurts, speaking these words aloud, tearing them out of his chest to release them after all these years. “I would have. If you asked me to, I would have.” He would have followed his brother anywhere. They were always meant to be together. Kim and Wik, two halves of the same whole, mirror images down to their names. Until Wik decided he couldn’t bear his own reflection anymore. “Kim, I’m sorry, I didn’t know—” “How could you? You only ever think about yourself.” Kim laughs. It’s wet. It hurts, like everything else about this damned conversation. Maybe Wik was right; they were better off alone. “I thought you knew me better than anyone, but you don’t know me at all.” Maybe Wik never did. What a horrible time to realize how truly alone he really is. Wik doesn’t speak for a long time. Neither does Kim, keeping his head bowed and his breaths measured, cracked ribs aching with every rise and fall of his chest. What a cruel joke that the first time they’re sharing a space in years, something Kim has longed for since the day Wik left, and it’s only because someone else has forced them together. “I don’t think you would ever leave the family,” Wik eventually says, his voice quieter than Kim has ever heard it. “You’re not like me, Kim, you never wanted to leave.” Of course he didn’t. Why would Kim ever want to leave his brothers? But at least if he had, Kinn and Tankhun would have had each other. They wouldn’t have been alone, not like Wik is now. Not like Kim is, forever missing his other half. Neither of them were meant to be alone. "It doesn't matter anymore." "Yes it does. Kim. I never meant to hurt you. I—" But there's no more time to talk because their captors are walking in, and Wik is throwing himself in front of Kim, both of them bound and unable to put of any kind of fight. Not that it would have mattered; Wik already got himself kidnapped. Too nosy to stay out of the family completely, but apparently the idealistic fool didn't bother to keep up with his martial arts. Still. Despite blaming him for the current predicament, Kim is a little bit touched that Wik is trying to protect him now. Too late to matter, maybe, but it's something.

#cookie writes #kimchay #honestly this wasn't going to be an ot3 kind of fic #KimChay was going to happen and leave Wik out of it #but Kim has SO many issues towards Wik #i think they should fuck about it

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ebdaydreamer · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by the lovely @buddiearemydads

im so close to being done with the hook up fic, I've just been so busy recently. interact with this post the be tagged when I finally post it

So, when he bounded into work one day, having just got the results of his latest DXA scan, he was practically floating.

“Oh, yeah? They measure the fat in your head?” Chimney teased.

But not even that could bring him down. “Ah, see, that would be funny, but we’re about a week away from submissions being due for the Hot Days, Smouldering Nights: Men of the LAFD wall calendar, and I’m already at my goal weight, so it seems like my head is clearly working perfectly.”

Predictably, Hen rolled her eyes.

The four of them bickered about the calendar, and Buck couldn’t help but tease Bobby and Chim a little. Younger sibling habits never die.

“I mean, sure, let’s be real. They are only picking one candidate from each station.”

Chim pointed behind him. “Ok, that is a beautiful man.”

Hen followed Chim’s finger and saw her eyes widen. “Where’s the lie? And I like girls.”

Buck turned slowly, wondering who the hell they could be talking about. Stevenson, from the B shift? Was he working today? He was fairly handsome.

Then he saw who was shirtless in the locker room, and he couldn’t help but agree. He was perhaps the most beautiful man Buck had ever seen in his life. And he knew what the others didn’t. He remembered the feeling of those abs under his tongue. He remembered his mouth pressed to his skin, a mark still adorning his collarbone. He remembered the taste of his come in the back of his throat.

Eddie. Eddie was in the locker room, putting on a LAFD uniform.

“Who the hell is that?” Why the hell is he here?

“It’s Eddie Diaz, new recruit.”

Hold on. A probie? Bobby had hired a new probie?

“Graduated top of his class just this week. Guys over at Station Six were dying to have him, but I convinced him to join us.”

“What do we need him for? Um…” Buck tried to bite down his panic and was met with laughter.

“He served multiple tours in Afghanistan as an Army medic. Guy’s got a Silver Star. It’s not like he’s wet behind the ears,” Bobby told them.

Army. That must be where he got those scars.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you. He likes to be called Eight Pack.” Bobby is definitely teasing him, but Buck’s ears are ringing.

Eddie was here to replace him. He had to be. With a guy that competent on the team, what use would Bobby have for him?

Buck grimaced as Chim patted him on the stomach. He locked up that amazing night far back in his brain. Eddie might be the hottest man Buck has ever seen in his life, might have had sex with him that put him on cloud 9, but none of that mattered. He meant it when he told Bobby this job was all he had even more so as Abby drifted further and further away. But it wasn’t just the job, it was this team. Chimney, who cracked jokes and teased him like there was no tomorrow. Hen who rolled her eyes and gave great hugs. Bobby, who gave him advice and taught him how to cook and was already more of a father to him in the past year than his own father had been his whole life. He couldn’t lose it, no matter what. He’d fight and cling like his life depended on it.

He followed the group into the locker room and saw Eddie’s eyes flicker in recognition.

The team could not find out about them sleeping together. For one, they’d all think that he had returned to his Buck 1.0 days, and then all the respect he fought for would disappear. Respect that they just seemed to be throwing at the new guy. So he stuck out his hand. “Evan Buckley.”

Eddie gave a slight nod of understanding. He shook his hand firmly, and Buck briefly remembered that strong hand around his cock. “Eddie Diaz, nice to meet you.”

Buck snatched back his hand and tried his best to not storm off.

He’s pretty sure he failed.

tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @911onabc @gayedmundodiaz @wh0re-behavi0r @heartbeatdiaz @alyxmastershipper @gentoodiaz @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @buck-coded @wildlife4life @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1

#the hook up fic #ellie writes #ellie talks #wip wednesday #911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on abc #911 abc #tage games

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capputinos-harp · 2 years

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" Silly heartbreaker. . "

{ ABANDONED WIP }

An AU/idea's i made while thinking of sun wukong, my beloved. . . i swear capitano im not cheating on you-. Also i did not research ANY shit abt this, bcz dam i don't want to andbcuz im lazy, if u wanna use this go ahead!.

You're the god of love, wealth, and healing. Very new to the celestial realm up above, this was before Sun Wu Kong have an apprentice. Well... Hundreds and hundreds and HUNDREDS of years ago... It was so long, you couldn't remember it... Maybe his master finally kicked the dust, who knows?

You remembered the history, legends, and myths that came toward specific people of those in the celestial realm, Nezha the lotus prince, Sun Wu Kong the monkey king equal to heaven, and The six-eared macaque. You know them as acquaintances in your younger days. It was long ago! It felt like yesterday you have fallen for those deities... But those feelings have passed over time, you remembered you often would write confession and love letters but never actually sent them. It was a bummer really, other deities and gods have called you the lovestruck god because of how many confession letters before your god-hood. And how much you have been rejected...

Smiling to yourself, as your hand touch the handle of a drawer next to you, where you put away that confession and lovestruck letters you haven't been able to send. Just to remember your youth, but... Where are they? You look closer and dig deeper into the piles of paper and ancient scrolls to find those letters. Where are they damn it?! You knew you never sent them or even shared them!... Did someone find out and sent it out?!?.. No, no, no no- that has to be! You trashed your whole room to find those letters that you wrote aeons ago! But they were not there, empty but the paper of those white and yellow colouring of old contracts.

" Master [ NAME ]? What's wrong?. " you're as share-blood sister poke out her head, as she began to worry as the room was a mess with all of the paper and crumpled up ball of papers everywhere... It was a mess, you weren't the one for being messy so something must have happened to you " my confession and love letters.. They all gone... " you would reply as she caught on to your mindset " oh, I sent them to the receivers ". You would slowly look up to her, shocked, and multiple expressions showed on your face as despair invades your mind " THOSE ARENT MEANT TO BE SENT!! " you would yell out as you gripped the sister's shoulder tightly.

Meanwhile, you have your little tantrum and break down, those receivers have read the letters, feeling butterflies in their stomach slowly.

'14 July, xx.xx'

' Sun wukong, who is the monkey king and equal to heaven, you are one of the kind deities I have seen. You are fearless, some even say you're brave and prideful over your figure. I love the way you talked, joked, and even make a smile on my face with your troublesome attitude who would always course trouble whenever you go, I wanna be direct, I have fallen for you Sun wu kong, Monkey king who is equal as heaven. '

' Signed, [ NAME ]. '

Sun wukong move side to side in his humble hut. Clearly heart strucked by the letter, sent by a deity who he have fallen for eons. You were practically almost impossible to approach, with your Devotees worshipping you and asking for hints of who is their spouse in the near future, he have fallen by your beauty and bravery, fighting the third son and lotus prince, god damn it his falling too hard-. He should write a letter back..

-Macaque

'20 August xx.xx'

'Macaque, have I ever said that I have been smitten by your martial arts, shadow, and your beauty. Your personality complete it perfectly, it felt like demon, but a good one. I hope to see you more around, macaque. '

'- [ NAME ] '

-Nezha

Authors note; im too lazy to write the rest of the letters, so here is a cliffhanger lmao, i have more but im very VERY lazy, ill say it now ' I reincarnated as my original character in LMK' monkey! Reader, ' Gamble with your life and gods' Gambler! Reader, 'Lotus Flower' Lotus Dragon!reader (FMix).

I have more but sadly i forgotten about it, i wanted to do these too, but i have too much on my plate having 2 series with dif FaDo, ill write ' IRMOCLMK' or 'IRMO' (reincarnated as my oc) and ' GYLG' (gamble) I've been planning these will be yandere, obv by my bio lmao- but man writing a series alone is boring-

But I really like a toga! Reader x lmk kinda stuff. Might write it in my watt acc.

Author Note 2; I gave up writing this lmao-

#lego monkie kid x reader #monkie kid x reader #sun wukong x reader #yandere macaque x reader #yandere sun wukong x reader #yandere sun wukong #yandete nezha #yandere nezha x reader #sun wukong #nezha #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie king #Cappu been here

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daisydaisybilly · 1 year

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Hold my hand | p.m.m

paring: maverick x gn!reader

summary: You never doubted what you felt for Pete ever. But maybe he has. After a strange conversation you begin to worry it might be all over.

warnings: swearing, whole lot of angst, spoilers for the second film and fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im honestly not even sorry im full on in love with maverick now and I blame my friend. anyway enjoy this mess. You can tell this has been a slow writing year for me cause this has been a WIP since June.

Readers call sign is willow i have no reason other than I like it

MASTERLIST REQUEST

It was official you were running late.

Rooster’s birthday party had started half an hour ago and you weren’t even ready.

You were shocked by how little you knew your own apartment. Your organisation skills had gotten worse since Maverick had moved in with all his things. Before that you had a somewhat idea of where things were.

Like the grey top you liked to wear during training, when it was clean it would be thrown over your least favourite chair in the kitchen (along with all the other clean laundry) and when it was dirty it would be rounded up in the left corner of the bathroom.

But an unshocking fact about Maverick was he liked things clean and in order. And you couldn’t even say it was the navy training because you had the same training and still you like things how they were.

“Christ” you muttered heading to the bedroom, stopping to pet your old tabby cat that lay on the bed. Just out on the balcony sat Maverick. The balcony looked over the sea, The sky was a mix of gold and pink, his tanned skin shining in the light. At this time of day the beach was nearly empty, but you knew he was watching the sea.

It was strange the way he felt about the sea, it was a friend and a thief all at once.

You paused in the doorway and watched him, he was wearing this funny look.

“What’s with the face?” You questioned.

He smiled and looked down to his feet. “What face?”.

You straighten your back, “it’s your thinking face but not the fun one” you told him. Kneeling on the floor so you could see eye to eye . “You gonna tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours”.

He was silent, which worried you more.

“Mav? You’re starting to scare me” you stated.

He broke eye contact with you, straight away you could see his body language change and morph into a more relaxed shape. You frowned as he stood up, his head turning away from the sea and his worries.

“We better get going,” he said with a smile, then he left you kneeling on the floor. Turning your body you watched as he walked into your shared bedroom picking up the jacket you had been looking for. And left it on the bed for you.

Damn Maverick

xox

Maverick was a shockingly great actor, as soon as you walked through the doors of the hard deck he grinned to the other aviators, pressed his lips to your temple, then went over to Penny.

Still watching him you made your way to your friends. Wished Rooster a happy birthday and tried to laugh along with whatever joke Hangman made but you couldn’t stay present when you were worried about Mav.

“You good, Willow” Hangman asked, clapping a hand on your back.

You nodded, looking away from Mav. Hangman waiting for you to speak. “Yeah” you smiled.

You tried to enjoy yourself, you had a few drinks, laughed at everyone’s jokes and answered any questions that were thrown your way. But every now and then you would look over to the bar where Mav sat. Sometimes he’d be talking to Penny and other times he’d be on his phone, being very careful not to put it down on the bar.

Hangman pulled you away from your spot to question what you thought about the gift he had brought Rooster, after assuring him he did a good job and not to worry. You went back to your original spot and searched for maverick.

He wasn’t where you had seen him last, turning around in a circle you still couldn’t find him. You were about to call out for him when you spotted him sat on the deck watching the sea again.

After making sure no one was watching you opened the doors to the outer deck, pausing as the salty air blew against your skin, Maverick head tilted slightly hearing your footsteps.

“Will you please talk to me?” you begged him, lowing down to sit besides him.

His jaw clicked, the tell tell sign he couldn’t hold something back. “You sure you’re not making a mistake with me?”.

You frowned at his question. “Why would you think something like that?”.

He brought his face up, the setting sun hitting his dark brown eyes you could never get enough of. He reached out and held your hand, callus hand in callus hand. You frowned harder, confused by what he was doing.

He swallowed, gearing himself up, like he was braving himself for a fight. “I love you, you know that right”.

“I’d hope so cap” you tried to joke, letting your old pet name for him fall off your tongue. The name had an odd effect, his eyes flashed almost like he was remembering something.

Then he smiles through an exhale, his rough thumb drawing a line along your hand. He somewhat dropped his grip. “What do you see in me, Willow? I’ve seen you with the other and you could have your pick”.

You took his one hand in both of yours, even with the years that separated the two of you, you never felt a gap until now. But it was like he was making the gap. “I don’t want any of them. I want you”.

Breathing in the salty air and the leather smell that belonged to Maverick. “Where’s this all come from baby, if you want out just tell me that, don’t question why I picked you” your voice went wobbly.

“Of course I don’t want that” he said with some force, that he jumped to his feet. He ran a hand through his short black hair. “I think about you so damn much it drives me crazy, I worry about you all about, I wonder what you're doing. I-“ he stopped himself.

You felt your eyes well up, “no. Go on. What else?” You asked.

“I can’t bear to lose you, honey. I know it would end me, I can’t-“ he sniffed, then shook his head. “I can’t lose you too”.

You stared at him, knowing who the other person was. Goose. Iceman. Two wounds, one years old and still as fresh and the other. But that was grief, that wound never healed, not really. It was like a bad leg, some days it didn’t bother you at all, other days it would hurt all day long and wouldn’t stop for days and other times that pain would hit you from nowhere and the whole time you’d feel like you couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t you think I feel the same way? Not matter how many times you come back to me, for half a second every time your plane takes off i think I’ll never see you again” you told him.

He nodded and swallowed.

“But” you started, “I can take that pain and worry and whatever comes with it as long as I’m with you”. You stood up, dusting the sand off your legs, “you think you can do the same?”.

He walked up to you, closing the distance both physically and emotionally. This time he took one of your hands in both of his, his gaze locked on them. The waves crashing against the beach and the soft beat of music from the party were nothing to the hard beating of your heart.

Neither of you could speak, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else, trying to guard your heart. You could tell what he was thinking, over head the sky turned grey, an unexpected turn.

But the whole night had been unexpected.

All he had to do was talk. To tell you he needed you, just once and you would never let go. Ever.

He inhaled, hope pricked through you.

“I can do anything if you stand by my side”.

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fan fiction #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick Mitchell fanfic #pete maverick Mitchell fan fiction #maverick fanfic #maverick x reader #pete mitchell x reader

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fandomfluffandfuck · 8 months

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The anal hook spreader bar art, oh my GOD 🥵 I know it’s probably HTP, but he’s so gorgeous (im feeling Saint Sebastian vibes) I’m seeing him through Steve’s eyes too - he loves stringing his guy up, making him sweat, making him cry, making him push his body to its limits not because he’s a science experiment, but because he wants to prove himself to Steve. To be good for him.

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Ohhh, if you want St. Sebastian vibes for Bucky... we got that:

WIP of Sebastian as Bucky as St. Sebastian

St. Sebastian style Bucky color meme

Art history dad joke

Fan artists really do be keeping us 🤌🏻fed🤌🏻

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts about Steve stringing Bucky up, though--

Steve has never felt so starved in his entire fucking life. There's what feels like the precursor to a deep, dangerous growl curling in the very center of his gut. It's tight. Poised to snap and let the sound out of his mouth. His mouth... God, it's watering.

How could it not?

He doesn't mean to be overly self-congratulatory, but how could his mouth not water at the obscene feast he managed to lay out in front of himself.

Bucky.

Bucky is strung up in the most lovely, erotic way. Using the exposed wooden beams in their ceiling, his arms are extended toward the sky--hands shoulder-width apart--and ensnared in coils of rope. Both decorative and functional. His legs are spread, too, although Steve kicked them apart a little wider than his shoulders. He wanted him exposed. Vulnerable. Ripe for the taking.

And, oh boy, Steve has taken.

Along with his spread arms and legs, Bucky's collared. But it's more than that, too.

God.

It's so much more than that.

Steve licks his lips, then slides his slick bottom lip between his teeth, sinking into it until he feels a sharp, sparkling hit of pain. Fuck. He's been collared and he's been fucked open enough to push in an impressive anal hook. Steve considered attaching the end of fat, unforgiving hook to his collar with another length of rope just because Bucky is so prone to prettily throwing his head back or tanking it forward, chin to chest, when he's overwhelmed with pleasure--Steve knows the sounds of shock to come out of him when he accidentally tugs on the hook all on his own would be absolutely pornographic. But...

He opted not to do that. Not today.

Instead, he's used a long piece of rope to secure the hook tugging at his insides deliciously--so much pressure and so much thickness to clench down on, all the way until his toes curl--to the exposed beam in the ceiling, too. There's just enough slack in the rope for him to squirm and feel the hook push and pull and carve into his sensitive insides but there's not enough slack for him to squirm away from an inescapable pressure. Pressure that is right against his prostate.

It's so good that Bucky's jaw has dropped, and he can't seem to close it. His pink lips are swollen and wet. He's drooling. He's beautiful. Fuck drunk and gorgeous. Obscene. A goddamn fucking picture with his eyelashes fluttering, his eyes never opening and instead shutting tighter as Steve has his way with him.

Steve may be starving, but he's patient, too. He can hold off. He has self-control. He could wait for years to devour Bucky when he has such a golden opportunity to play with him first.

Play. with. him.

Steve's never really seen the point of those feather tipped instruments that always seem to come in "bondage for beginners" sets. Not until now. At least Bucky doesn't need one of those cheap blindfolds that can be found in the aforementioned sets--he's squeezing his eyes shut, overwhelmed. Besides, even if he was watching, watching wouldn't stop him from twitching and jerking and shrieking whenever Steve deviously draaaaags the feather-tipped rod against his skin. He's always been so fucking ticklish. It's coming in handy now.

Bucky started out laughing, and Steve couldn't stop grinning. Wolfish. Maniacal. Whatever you want to call it. His lips pulled back, and his expression was all teeth--it still is now. Sharp and dangerous and reveling in how Bucky dances for him. Bucky isn't laughing anymore. Gasping and begging for it to stop. Tickled pink.

Bucky is moaning, he's mewling, he's crying out, he's gasping, he's begging sincerely.

He can't go anywhere. No. He can't get far. All he can do is squirm and wriggle and twitch in place. He can rise onto his tiptoes with a howl or relax back onto his heels with a gutted groan. His hips can come forward with a sharp jerk, or they can roll back choppily, but either way, he ends up mewling. The anal hook follows him wherever he goes. The rope attaching the hook to the ceiling doesn't change, it tightens or slackens, it puts more or less pressure to his sweet spot. But it doesn't go away. It is relentless.

Steve is relentless. His face hurts from grinning. His throat is raw from cooing at his sweet little sub, dancing for him, singing for him. Each tickle from the feather, or from his fingers, seems to be new to Bucky. He cries out all over again. He shakes. He brings torture upon himself, writhing on the hook stringing him up to the ceiling; which means that Steve can't help but tease him more. More tickling. More touching. Asking Bucky if he thinks he deserves to cum--has he put on enough of a show? Has he been good enough? Should Steve reward him?

Bucky just sobs. His chest heaves, ribs expanding, abs clenching, the muscles in his arms and shoulders twitching, tugging. He can't answer.

Steve asks again, dragging the feathers down his side mercilessly. All the way from his armpit to his hip. He's careful not to drag the feathers over his cock, as tempting as the red, stiff length is. He doesn't want to ruin his new toy with the overflowing arousal from his favorite toy--his submissive. Poor Bucky has been leaking for so long. All the pressure against his prostate! It's practically milking him. Leaving him dripping. He's all wet! Sweat and pre-cum. Glistening.

Bucky screams behind gritted teeth.

Music to Steve's ears.

God.

He's everything.

Steve both needs to make him cum right then and he needs to drag this out and out and out until Bucky can't stand anymore, legs shaking and too weak to hold him up. When Bucky collapses, trusting all his weight to his arms, Steve would take him down. He'd lay him out on the floor. Right here. And he would tug and tug and tug at his hook until Bucky couldn't help but cum. The pressure fucking it right out of him.

Steve's impatience wins... today.

He steps in close, biting at Bucky's throat, his head is tipped back fully, stuck in rapture, burning up, and--

Steve soothes one hand down from his peaked, hard nipple all the way to his cock. Just like that. Petting him. Stroking him.

Bucky half chokes, half whines. Pure, molten desperation.

Steve jerks Bucky off, hard and fast, and Steve feasts--he delights in the way he jerks and convulses and shakes. With a particularly hard bite, he feels the wild tattoo of Bucky's pulse on his lips and answers it with a brutal growl as Bucky finally crumbles.

He orgasms.

Hard.

Shit.

He silently screams. Lips gaping and pink. His knees give completely. Boneless. Steve has to hold him up with an arm bruisingly tight around his waist, teeth still at his throat--the mark will be high and obvious. A claim. Steve is going to get off on that alone, almost as hard as he's about to get off from this whole scene. But what can he say? He's a possessive, sadistic bastard. And Bucky loves him for it.

So, yeah, anal hooks.

#asks #sail not drift #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

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vakarians-babe · 2 months

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i was tagged for WIP wednesday by the ever talented @ghostwise and boy howdy do i ever have a bunch of wips (i wrote out a list and taped it over my desk so i can cross them out as i finish them............just so you know). but today i shall share TWO (2!!)

yes im still working through those pose askbox prompts and i am spending too much time on each of them. i am also still working on lions, more than halfway through the edits, and still occasionally adding to upcoming chapters....like this one:

“We have to keep going,” Oghren nearly growls. “She’s got a two year head start on us, there’s no time to waste.” The dwarf takes a few more determined steps forward before anyone stops him, most of their group simply too full of disbelief for the fact that he actually intends to keep going. “Surely you must be joking,” Morrigan begins. “It has been nearly two full days since last we camped.” “Does this face sodding look like I’m joking?” Wheeling around to face them all, Oghren lets out a yell. All of the frustration and the anger Tali has seen in him is bottled up in the sheer volume of it, in the way it echoes across the large open square, the would-be city center of the abandoned thaig. Now, its emptiness simply reflects the man’s voice back at them all, reverberating with his desperation. “Two years. Two years I’ve sodding waited, trying to get anyone to listen to me. Trying to get anyone to let me go even on my own. And now we have less than no time to find her, thanks to the stone-addled brains of the Assembly. Well I’ll tell you this: I’m not fucking waiting, not anymore.” “Oghren.” The stern tone of Savreen’s voice does not calm Oghren, but it does silence him. “If we drive ourselves to exhaustion now, we will never be able to reach Branka in time.” “In time? In time for what? To use her? To present her as a bargaining chip to the Assembly? You don’t care about Branka—aye, you only care about what she can do for you. We keep moving.”

i am tagging (but no pressure!) @isayashai @creaking-skull @tamarsart @a-lonely-dunedain @tatert07s

#yippee #wip wednesday

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briizney · 3 months

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Stranger - Choi San

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Bathroom- Montell Fish

—a/n: The Will To Power tour being announced on my 19th birthday set off something in me to start writing (again...). This fic has honestly been a wip for 4-3 months so I've finally found it in me to finish a few chapters and post. Enjoy!! (This first chapter is just a bit of an intro to all the characters and the plot) btw this has barely been proofread and i rushed the Yunho part (IM SORRY)

—Pairing: Choi San x Fem. reader x Ex bf.Jeong Yunho

—Series Warnings : (18+ - minors dni) fluff, angst, smut, cussing/mature language.

—Genres: college au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers.

—Chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, BAD writing, mentions of sex/ implied jokes, Drinking, ANGST, arguments, Eunseok (riize), Jungwon (enhypen) and Lia (Itzy) are all readers friends, lia is readers roomate, mentions of other ateez members. (I HAVENT DONE THIS IN AGES BARE WITH ME)

—Word Count: 1.1K (ish)

"Are you going to the party on Saturday?" Lia asks, plopping down on your bed, pulling out her phone in the process. party? in finals week?

"I thought you said you didn't go to parties anymore because of Wooyoung and its finals week... I'm not failing this semester" you protested.

"Firstly," she began whilst walking towards her wardrobe "I do like going to parties... I just don't like Wooyoungs friends constantly going on, saying, "I bet you've had a taste of Wooyoungs weiner" especially that San guy, mother fucker." she cursed. " And if you're that stressed about finals, I'll help you study when I recover from the amazing hangover, I'm about to bring on myself... is it a deal?"

"Deal" you said, also making your way to the wardrobe to pick something to wear.

"Is this too much? I mean I know it's just a house party but like... a dress? it's a nice dress Li but I don't think it matches the uh... vibe"

This was just an excuse... you didn't want to go to this party, for all you cared you would much rather be at home binge watching the latest shows you've been watching or rewatching your favorite films.

"You're lying to yourself Y/n, we've been to a fuck tone of parties this year, and you've worn something like this every time." She grumbled.

"It's different this time."

"How? because Yunho isn't eating you out at the end of the night?"

"Lia! Don't be stupid, I'm just tired and in need of some..."

"Dick," she cut you off " you need a one-night stand, you're too set on Yunho"

"Maybe that's a good thing."

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And if being in love with your ex is still desperate, you're willing to go that far.

"Or maybe we can try and get you out your shell? There are other guys out there who'll let you finish on their face"

"What if I only want to finish on his face" you stated.

"Then you have some weird shit going on in your head y/n, you two broke up 2 months ago, probably more than that," she said while giving you a look that could kill you if you said anything else " and besides... maybe wooyoung has a hot single friend you could mess about with. Please just listen to me for once and have some fun?"

So now you're at a college frat party watching people pour alcohol on themselves for fun. Great. And even better the person who always lightens your mood... Wooyoung. Approaching you and your best friend at full speed. Fucking hell. If your evening could get any worse just let it happen now.

"Heya ladies" he said whilst wrapping an arm around Lia's waist. What even are they at this point? Fuck buddies? For all you know, whenever he shows up, Lia ends up disappearing and that's your queue to go and sit in the toilet for the rest of the night.

"Hi, woo," she replied leaning into his chest. Great. "wanna go grab a drink?" Fuck you.

"Yeah sure," fuck the both of you. "You coming y/n?"

"I'm good I might go and talk to Jungwon I think he's over there," you smiled and kissed your teeth.

So, saying this night has gone bad is an overstatement. Besides, you still needed to do the wordle of today. My god. Is this what lifes become?

"Okay so if it's not an a ther-" you muttered to yourself before someone knocked on the door.

"You okay in there?" Yunho? "I was just gonna check on you, y/n, make sure you werent blowing up the toilet or something."

Opening the door, you looked up at him. And now on top of your ex being a few centimeters away from your face, your heart was also racing faster than it has in a long time. By the flush on his cheeks, you could tell he was drunk. This probably explains why he was now walking towards you leaving you with the only option of stumbling back into the bathroom.

“Are you drunk?” you asked as he placed his hands on your waist. “Actually, I don't want to know,” removing his hands you sat down on the toilet.

“y/n don't be like this”

“Be like what!?” You're now standing, “Did our relationship mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you? I’m not like Lia, okay? I don’t fuck about with people because I don’t mind not having commitment and closure. It’s your fault this Wack relationship ended. Then you just forget about me for a few months and act like you give a shit when you wanna get laid” You borderline screamed. Rule number one: never be afraid to raise your voice at a man with an over inflated ego, especially not an ex-boyfriend.

“Did you really think I was gonna fall back into your arms Yunho? You broke my fucking heart!”

“y/n I jus-”

“Get out, don't speak to me till you'll be sober enough to remember this conversation in the morning.”

So it was dramatic and you’re stupid. Yunho finally gave you a chance and you fucked up. Actually no. He fucked up. Relationships are a waste of time.

More knocking.

“Fuck off Yunho.”

This time instead of your wide-eyed ex storming in, a tall guy in a white tank top peeps his head round the door.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said wiping tears from your face.

You’d be stupid to say this guy wasn’t slightly your type. He looks like a Frank Ocean song to put it nicely.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, sorry, but could I use the bathroom?”

“Oh, sure go ahead.” you replied stepping out of the toilet.

After this guy had finished... his business he came out and smiled at you.

“Not one for parties then?”

“How could you guess.” Maybe it was your low standards or the fact you’ve spent the last 2 hours crying and playing candy crush, but you haven't smiled this hard all week.

“There’s just a vibe about you, it’s the “I don't wanna be here my friend dragged me along don't speak to me” look”

“Your right about the “my friend dragged me along part,” maybe add on “she left me to go hook up with some guy” and you’d be spot on” You hinted.

“Well, we’d be in the same boat then. “My friend left me to hook up with a girl he won’t commit to” sound familiar?”

“Very.” You smiled

“San, my names San... By the way.”

“As in Wooyoungs friend?”

“Ever met another San?”

“Not that I can remember.” you answered.

“Your name?”

“Y/n, Lia’s friend.” You implied.

“Woah as in... wooyoungs like... whatever they are.”

So, this is San? All of Lia's comments about him being a mother fucker weren't as true as you thought. He seemed like a gentleman. He hadn’t tried to make a move on you, or any other stupid shit like most guys at these shitty things.

He seemed nice enough to at least hang about with till Lia got so drunk she would black out.

This evening could go better than you thought.

#ateez #ateez x reader #drabbles #ateez fic #ateez san #ateez yunho #atz #wooyoung

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nontoxic-writes · 1 month

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I desperately need to hear about 9! (and maybe 3 if you're feeling generous?)

YES i love talking about hangster

so #9 is a fic set a few years in the future where bradley and jake have been hooking up for the better part of a year when bradley is sent on a mission and asks jake to house sit for him. then bradley goes MIA and jake goes a little insane and spends a few weeks fixing up bradleys house (and like most everyone in that fandom, he’s living in his childhood home) and slowly, all the daggers (plus maverick, obviously) show up to remind him he has friends who care about him.

the way that this is currently 32k and just languishing in my wip folder omg 😅

and a snippet from that one because why not:

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know.” Phoenix calls up at him from the ground.

Jake glances down from the top of the ladder, one hand practically elbow-deep in the muck filling Rooster’s gutters. “Oh, I know.”

“My best friend is missing and I just wanted to talk to someone who knows how it feels.”

“Your husband already pulling away, Phoenix?” He jokes. “Never thought that day would come,” he tacks on, recognizing that maybe the joke was too harsh.

She shakes her head. “Bob loves him, but it’s not the same.”

“Bob probably gets it better than I do, Nat,” Jake says, grinning wickedly at her. “I’m just the boytoy.”

“I think you love him,” she says bluntly. “You don’t have to admit it to me. You don’t have to admit it to anyone. But the very least you could do for him is make sure his best friend doesn’t fall apart without him.”

That hits him right in the fucking chest.

She’s right.

All the shit Jake is doing to the house, and what he should be doing is taking care of Bradley’s people. Fuck. He should call Mav.

(yes i am always spreading the bobnix agenda even if i still haven’t published a single fic in that fandom)

as for #3… yeah it’s a bonus chapter to even if it’s just pretend haha. when i was writing it, i was a day late posting the epilogue because i felt like i had to rewrite it, so im reworking the original epilogue and ill eventually post it, i swear!

there’s… not a ton of it to choose from, i reworked a lot of it into what was published and most of what’s left is just an outline, but here’s a little!!

Things are slightly different now, at least. Henry wears a pink tie with his charcoal suit, the rainbow pin stuck proudly to his lapel, and Alex leaves his collar open so Henry can be distracted by that divot at the base of his throat. And they're allowed to say the word "love" this time, and Henry gets to touch him when he needs reassurance, so while it's at least better than their last interview, it's still far from ideal.

thanks for asking about these two!! i love them both so much.

#wip meme

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chawarin-panich · 1 year

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thoughts on the domundi lineup? i'm already excited for the cutie pie special 🎉

MY ZNN FOLLOWERS REJOICE BECAUSE ONLY FRIENDS WHAT AND FIRSTKHAO WHOMST??????? LMAOOOOO

[this *is* a joke but i for real can really only have one focus at a time and the best i can do is ping pong between them and let me tell you ZNN have bulldozed any thoughts of any other series i was excited about or looking forward to]

I have been essentially screaming at everyone I can think of but its best shown by the response of the one who knows me the best @kun-is-my-daddy has seen me love this au through fandoms you dont even know exists

when i tell you that crown prince x bodyguard is my TOP AU [I AM A BBC MERLIN/MERTHUR FAN FIRST AND HUMAN SECOND] like I like it in terms of stories, in terms of kink, i love everything about it. I was drafting a Crown Prince x BodyGuard FirstKhao story YESTERDAY.

LIKE FOR FFS I HAVE A CROWN PRINCE x BODYGUARD ZEENUNEW fanfic meandering in my WIPS somewhere from months ago that I will likely dust off and release like c-ent when they start unshelving a breakout star's horrible old shows to test the mettle of their new fans (rip Gong Jun)

The Next Prince is everything to me and I will think of nothing else for a whole year and maybe even beyond.

Like the sexiness of fencing took a SHARP nosedive after I found out my former PhD adviser fences but GOD ARE THE FENCING STOCKS ON THEIR WAY UP AGAIN

ZEE LOOKS SO HOT I AM JUST A PUDDLE RIGHT NOW

The other stuff looks fairly decent too - Getting in Boss and Boun was a A+ plan I DONT HAVE THE BANDWIDTH TO PROCESS NET IN THOSE KNUCKLE WRAPS HOLY SHIT THEY HAVE PICKED JUST THE MOST AESTHETIC COUPLE FOR THE PERIOD PIECE HAVENT THEY and BED FRIENDS HOLY SHIT MESSY MESSY FUCKBOIS HAVING FEELINGS [ITS LIKE DMD WAS LIKE HOW DO WE DESTROY ALL ANTICIPATION FOR ONLY FRIENDS FROM THIS BITCH'S MIND and DIDNT STOP before pulling the trigger hardcore]

the only thing im unsure of is Naughty Babe like dont get me wrong MaxNat are LONG OVERDUE a headliner but a Cutie Pie spinoff?? That show was just fluff and vibes....another 12 episodes of just fluff and vibes?? idk idk if they pull it off good for them ill be rooting for them

DMD knows its strengths and plays it for all its worth and I!! AM!!! HERE!!! FOR!!! IT!!!!

@mintokkies get ready for some clowning bish!!!!!

#nani answers #dmd 2023 #i cant talk about punkspy or middlemans love right now #i will watch them because i want to support jimmy's hiatus #but god my heart is in pain

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susandsnell · 8 months

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Hey love, hope you can get some sunshine in today! Was wondering if u'd seen the lovecraft batman animated movie and if u had any thoughts for how a similar (but better lmao) au narrative would be crafted for a gotham-based dracula retelling? Also I think we got a Battinson sequel confirmed--ignoring the obligatory postcredits joker, what would you want to see from the next film?

Hi dear!!! There was some sun (albeit humidity + quickly turned to rain), but I did have a nice walk today, thank you. <3 I haven't had the chance to see the Lovecraft animated Batman flick (I'm quite behind on the animated movies, on the basis of having a love/hate relationship with DC Animation...Mask of the Phantasm and Return of the Joker absolutely rock but between the animated Killing Joke, Batman: Year One and Gott im Himmel, that horrendous 2009 Wonder Woman flick, I have my reservations about a lot of them.) I do know of a Batman vs Dracula story that happened but had?? Carmilla Karnstein??? Of all people??? As Drac's lost love/wife??? And I couldn't overlook it lol. I actually have, in my shit billion Batfic WIPs, a Gothic thriller retelling of The Batman 2022 set in the late 19th century and based very heavily around the style/structure of Dracula since Battinson even has the diary entries that lend themselves well to the epistolary style! It's still very WIP, but it's there! Likewise, for a proper crossover, I think the best way to craft the narrative would be to have Bruce more in detective mode investigating the newcomer to Gotham City. The docks feature quite prominently as a location, so perhaps some iteration of the Demeter would wash up there, and Bruce could make use of both being Bruce Wayne and Batman to help solve the mystery of some of Gotham's socialites being drained. I'd love to involve Andrea Beaumont somehow, and some of Gotham's lawyer characters, but there have been some neat discussions on here otherwise on how Jack Seward's subplot could map neatly onto Arkham Asylum and its various suspect staff members (fun could be had with Crane, Strange, or any of the Arkham heirs alternating in this role!). I feel as though more than one Renfield might be found in the ranks of Gotham's rogues and civilians alike, which could make for some tragic intrigue. And of course, lots of fun could be had with the obvious bat imagery/vampiric parallels to Bruce's lifestyle and manner of dress. And I'd actually like to see Leslie Thompkins or Dr. Leland in the Van Helsing role! Do forgive me if this isn't quite so fleshed out as I'm kind of worn out today, but there are a lot of opportunities! And yes, I'm very aware and glad the Reevesverse is (for now) safe! I recall Matt Reeves outright said he probably won't focus on the Joker as the primary villain for the mainverse sequels, which led to some amusing speculation that he'll just show up to befriend every other Rogue and not do much else. I believe Clayface is announced, but I would absolutely love to see another tragic Harvey Dent take, and my fingers are forever crossed for the Scarecrow spinoff we've been promised. There's also rumours of Poison Ivy getting a Rappacini's Daughter-inspired entry into this universe which. Good gravy. Yes please, and let's have her be as canonically and openly queer as possible while we're at it.

Thanks so much for sending this along! <3 I hope you had a great day/evening.

#anon ask #so lovely!#bat-tag

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harriertail · 2 years

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This may be a weird question but bear with me. I follow a lot of artists, while some of them are older than me (+23) most are younger. Most of them also go to school or college or more. I'm incredibly busy all the time and I'm sure a lot of these people are too, yet they post art super fast! You too! Even though you don't post art every day you still post art on a monthly or weekly basis. It takes me literal years to finish one single image. How do you do it? Your artstyle is so complex and detailed, you do backgrounds too, how do you find the time to draw?

How do i find time? I dont do my uni work. Everyone jokes about work/social balance but im a terrible student and will prioritise my hobbies. Everything else takes a break. Whenever im at home im drawing tbh, especially this summer. I rarely do my uni work unless its exam season and i Have to so i just have time. When it comes to actually Drawing and the process… weirdly i was thinking about this the other day. I rarely start and finish a piece (unless its a comm lol) in the same day or even week and its frustrating so i feel u there. Recently ive been trying to finish pieces more quickly from first sketch to finished piece (after abel, little storm comic coming soon) but my avos covers and the clantober stuff and stuff on my main has been MONTHS in the making. I got wips dating back to 2019. Im super badly focused when drawing as well like ill jump between tabs but ive found that setting like goals in my notes app (to do lists) and only have one piece open at a time helps me (i usually have 10 pieces open that ill aim to get done and surprise nothing gets done). I also work really well when im hammered so if i get back around 2 ill draw till sunrise but thats not ideal if u have uni or work. //// I suppose my main advice is only have one thing open/working on, music or asmr or smth to help you focus, and being motivated by my own need to post content and get those fucking notes ngl. Sometimes if my heads really not in it ill go for a walk or run to clear my head before i sit down to draw. Discipline. Its like the gym, sometimes u have to drag urself. Sorry if thats the unpopular opinion but if you want something done its gotta get done!

#no joke im super antisocial at home lol. im always out on town so when im home i wanna be drawing lol #but im trying to drink less now so more art i hope #hey anon if ud like… u cud dm me… and we could encourage each other to share ideas and work….#i know arts a hobby but at the end of the day sometimes u just gotta kick urself into finishing pieces #even if ur not posting them!! id like to clarify!!!#i know some people r really into the whole uwu take breaks dont rush urself which js calm but #but the hole in the floor wont mend itself unless you go get the floorboards. you get?#and i dont work quick i just. post regularly i guess #but thank u anon! i hope this can help u in some way #i dont think thr schizophrenic with an alcohol problem is the best person to ask about healthy work routines

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uniformbravo · 6 months

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it's nanowrimo & i havent touched my wip since last year so im gonna reread it all rn to jog my memory lets goooo

"And so, class, as you can see, blah blah blah…"

Silan wasn't listening, so neither should you have to.

i didn't know how to start it skjfdkngkf

goes on for several paragraphs about why he wasnt paying attention, making up a bunch of bullshit about him being sooooo sleeby bc he watched a horror movie last night & then couldn't sleep, fascinating stuff

So no, he wasn't listening to the lesson going on at the front of the room, nor was he prepared in the very least to be called on suddenly.

"Silan, what's your answer to number fifteen?"

Like a bucket of ice water was sitting upright on the ground beside him instead of upturned over his head, Silan's brain fog persisted as he struggled to catch up with the moment.

ok fine the ice bucket line is kinda funny im here to subvert ur expectations not unlike a mime thats allowed to say fuck

"Y equals seven…?" he guessed, understanding completely as he said it that it definitely would have been better to just say "I don't know," or "Could you repeat that?" or even "Sorry, I didn't sleep well because I watched a horror movie before bed and was too scared to fall asleep for hours and now I can't focus because I'm so tired, so I honestly have no idea what's going on right now."

As it was, his actual answer garnered a few laughs scattered around the room, from people who'd given Silan way too much credit and assumed it was a very intentional joke. He couldn't look his teacher in the eye, that knowing gaze piercing right through him as if to say, "You may have fooled them, but not me. I know that was a real attempt at an answer, and I am disappointed in you on multiple levels. I'll see you in my office and also you have detention forever."

What he actually said was, "Mr. Scott, this is a Biology class."

CHRIST i take it back im a comedic genius

Chris is A Dude in Silan's class, but he's so much more than that; sports ball player man, wearer of varsity jackets and knee-length shorts of all varieties, copier of his friends' homework whenever one of them has actually done it on time… He truly is just Some Guy, but to Silan? He is The Guy.

WHAT are u fuckin TALKING ABOUT HELLO

If Silan himself were to be the one to describe Chris, that paragraph would have probably gone a lot more like: Chris is on the baseball team, so he's fairly muscular; he has a sharp, square jaw and dark brown hair that's not quite long enough to submit to gravity just yet, so it sticks up and looks just sooo fluffy and soft (do you think he lets anyone touch it?). He's never actually grown a beard but he does have stubble across his chin and jaw that suits him extremely well. His eyes are brown and his skin is a natural tan and it all suits him perfectly and he's hot okay. He's hot.

Silan is gay.

and he is being sooo normal about chris

They'd only ever spoken a total of two times; once when Chris had gotten the rows confused on a day he'd seemed particularly groggy (this class ran from 10:45 to 12:15 and was the one right before lunch, though, so it was beyond Silan what exactly had put him in such a state) ((I'm the author though, so I know exactly what it was, and it's that he'd been out nearly all night with his friends to the subsequent dismay and rage of his parents, and his request to stay home from school the next day was vehemently denied)),

this is fucking unhinged. publish me right now

That had been just a few weeks ago; the other time was last year (junior year, or 11th grade, or year 3 out of 4 of high school, whatever makes the most sense to those unacquainted with the American school system) in April and I will tell you more about it later.

FUCKING HELLO

It was the urge to doodle their initials in a heart together in the margins of his notebook like… like some kind of lovesick middle schooler (not that. He'd ever done that. In middle school,).

silan would never

The combination made him want to launch himself directly out the window, had one existed (the only windows were over by the door, which Silan sat pretty much across the room from).

He was kinda fucked.

tfw u cant throw urself out the window bc of ur school's evil fucked up floor plan

Rhoden, while still fairly small for his age, definitely isn't the same kid Silan met back then. There's a maturity to his jaw, his brow, that he's really come into since, and his voice has deepened considerably; anyone who might still initially mistake him for a much younger boy would be instantly enlightened the second he opened his mouth. And then they'd have to figure out how to politely decline a spontaneous interview proposal from a guy they'd thought was twelve two seconds ago.

when u get within a certain radius of him a giant health bar appears at the top of the screen & boss music starts playing

Today, though, was a photography day.

They were always Silan's favorites. He did enjoy his other tasks, in general, but none of them were as fun or freeing as photography.

It made him look at the world around him differently. Taking such a wide expanse of possibility and narrowing it down to that one perfect shot; knowing where to look and how to find potential. It was capturing a moment, but not just that; it was turning a moment, even the smallest, mundanest occurrence, into something timeless- into something special.

(And, of course, there were other perks to the job, but we'll get to those later.)

i am 100% certain said "perks" are getting to Observe chris at baseball practice which is a very funny juxtaposition to the previous paragraph

"photography is a timeless art form, truly nothing as magical or poignant could ever exist.... also i get to look at hot boys cha-CHING"

"Silan," she called out now in lieu of a team name, since the work of a photographer was mostly individual.

"I'm, uh, shooting baseball practice today."

😏

A few short minutes later, Silan was signing off for the club's camera, which he needed permission for every time. This was one of Mrs. Springet's few roles as an advisor, to make sure the camera wasn't being stolen. It was a nice camera, to be fair.

Oh To Steal The Journalism Club's Nice Camera

While Chaulden High did have a football team, the undisputed star of the show was the baseball team; with a coach that led them to victory time and time again, it wasn't hard to see why.

As such, the New Moon always made sure to leave room for a section on the team, even going as far as establishing a series they ran every year called "Dug-Ins & Outs," in which various members of the team were interviewed.

ok still proud of that title TBH

Which meant Silan was often sent to obtain shots of the team, which was no problem. Less than no problem. He was pretty fine with it, actually. Perhaps even looked forward to it, some might say.

Because Silan was definitely interested in the team, as a whole, all twenty-six members. All of them, and not a single one more than the rest. He would never single a specific member out to accidentally focus 90% of his attention on. That would be ridiculous, and highly unprofessional of him. Perish the thought.

…

So uh. Chris is on the baseball team,

cups hands around mouth fucken NERD

The coach, Mr. Wendell, stood with a clipboard tucked under his arm by the dugout, clapping and calling out to members who were lagging behind in the group of joggers. He always made Silan nervous, if he were honest. He was something of a hardass, with high expectations for his team and a grueling training regimen he held them all to. He had a loud voice and a firm handshake, was broad shouldered and tall, and if Silan weren't so intimidated by him he might even find him [REDACTED].

OK ALRIGHT CALM DOWN THERE BUDDY

CRASH!

Just as he clicked the shutter the chain-link fence behind him exploded into sound and he jumped violently, sending all of the birds flying. Heart pounding, he sat up and turned around to figure out what the hell that was.

On the other side of the fence was one of the team members leaning down to scoop up the offending ball as the coach's voice echoed across the field, "Stop fucking around, Neely!"

fucking Neely

It took him a good five or six more minutes to calm down, sitting there in the grass and pretending to flip through photos on his camera. This time he made sure to face the fence to avoid a repeat scenario- because of course, Silan was known to have the reflexes of a tiger and wouldn't even flinch were another ball to come hurling at the fence.

jotting this down in my Extremely True Silan Facts notebook

He sat on the very top row and zoomed in on the players, scattered across the field. The fence still sat between him and the rest of them, reaching high for maximum audience-shielding ability, so he decided to see how many of the players' heads he could frame perfectly within the open links in a single shot.

His average came out to about four, mostly because it was basically impossible to keep track of any more than that at once, but he did manage to get one with six on accident, so that was pretty neat. It didn't help that they were all constantly moving around- Silan probably would have had more luck trying this with the birds.

He spent about another twenty minutes doing this, occasionally moving to other parts of the bleachers for different angles to see if they made any difference (they didn't; the lower he went the wider the holes got but also the closer together the player's heads became, so it balanced out), before the main event, as far as he was concerned, finally began: batting.

silan: boy oh boy i can't wait to take pictures of the baseball team!!!

also silan: does this bullshit

Everyone knew baseball players looked coolest and most iconic when at bat, and anyone who disagreed was simply wrong (second best was pitching, third was sliding). Silan's opinion on this was in no way swayed by visuals of Chris that may or may not have been burned into his memory.

Evidence:

[three pictures of a batter, a pitcher, and a sliding athlete respectively side-by-side, the batter obviously being the coolest most hyped up one with dynamic lighting and stuff, whereas the pitcher and the slider are intentionally lame, like cheap-looking clip art or pictures where they're making really ugly faces]

im gonna lose my fuckin shit (no theres no actual pictures this was just a place holder for when i eventually found & inserted them which i was absolutely planning on doing)

He stayed on the other side of the fence, lest a stray ball hit him (or worse, the camera)

TRU

He was tall (he had several inches on Silan and a good few on Chris), and he was slender and lean and really quite handsome in general. His thick, curly black hair was neatly shaved close to his head and the corners of his jaw were pleasantly pronounced.

Not that Silan could see any of that from this distance, especially with the helmet obscuring most of it. But as a member of the newspaper club these were things he had to know. For professional reasons.

i believe him

He should have been adjusting his position to line up the perfect shot, but it was hard not to watch as Chris rose up on one foot, twisting his torso with his arms raised and clutching the ball- then sprung into action by slamming his foot back down into the dirt and following the momentum with his upper body, arm arcing into a powerful throw. A split second after Silan saw the ball hit the backboard he heard the noise, a loud, solid smack!

God. God.

SCREAMS ALRIGHT SILAN CALM DOWN FKFSKGNKSDJFKD

"Make sure you're getting my good side, yeah?" He joked, grinning and striking a stupid pose.

silan watching chris: beautiful. flawless. show stopping. groundbreaking. so so hot and sexy hehehauhaoehemeheuenana

silan watching lucas: clown ass motherfucker striking his goofy ass POSE what an idiot 000/10

"Yo," Devon greeted as he pulled himself to his feet, flashing his hand in a pseudo wave.

"H-hi," Silan answered haltingly, heart beating a little fast from the maneuver he'd just had to pull. Devon offered what Silan could only describe as a dashing grin before turning his attention back towards home.

hee hee hee hiiiiiii devonnnn *twirls hair* (silan impression)

They rarely talked but Devon had always come off as a nice guy with a friendly vibe. He'd certainly never referred to the newspaper club as Mooners- not that Silan had heard, anyway. Though it wouldn't be such a big deal if he did, since the nickname was pretty widespread at this point. But it was nice that he didn't.

Also, he really was quite handsome.

this would have been a very different story had silan gone for devon instead of chris, devon would NEVER pull the shit chris is about to pull in this story fksndkjfdkjg he doesn't even call them mooners 😭

(school newspaper is called the new moon so people call the club members new mooners, an extremely clever & funny joke that i came up with myself)

(ok context, silan was gonna take a pic of chris sliding (the team's doing this whole exercise where they alternate from pitching to hitting to sliding) but bc he was so focused on getting the shot he didn't realize the ball was headed right for him so chris collided w him trying to intercept it)

Silan turned around, seeing the coach standing with his arms crossed as Chris examined his elbow. He looked up when Silan moved.

"Thank Christ. That was stupid as hell, you both could've gotten way more hurt." He hadn't even checked if Silan had been injured. "Jumping over another guy like that. We're not a goddamn gymnastics routine."

"But I caught the ball," Chris grinned, holding it up and waggling it around. Silan immediately had to stop himself from asking if he could have it.

LMAO SILAN???????????? DOWN SO FUCKING BAD

As he walked off herding the team away, Chris stepped closer to Silan, instantly setting his heartbeat into overdrive, more than it already was.

"Your shoulder okay?" he asked with a gesture towards the shoulder in question, and Silan just about passed away on the spot.

when he checks if ur ok after he ran u the fuck over 😍😍😍

Then he looked to the left, in the direction Chris had tossed the ball just a minute ago, at the spot in the grass it had rolled to a stop.

The backboard of the catcher's box announced another missed swing, and Silan picked up the ball, examining it.

The object that had ruined his perfect shot. That had come careening directly towards Silan's head (or worse, the camera). That had resulted in the disastrous collision and subsequent injuries of Chris and Silan. That had wasted precious minutes of Coach Wendell's perfectly scheduled practice regimen.

He tucked it neatly away into his hoodie's front pocket and took a seat on the grass right where it had been.

STOLE THE FUCKING BASEBALL this is unhinged behavior and also exactly the kinda shit i would've pulled in high school 10/10

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uhhhhhh that was chapter 1 and i feel i should perhaps stop here for now since this is getting like way longer than i thought it would lfksndlfmdkgj the whole thing is like. 30k ish words? i feel like i wrote about 3 or 4 chapters

i like. shoulda done this shit a few days ago so i could start writing again today (the 1st) but i was too busy drawing heehee uhhh whoopsieee >w<

its ok its fine this year i will make it to 50k easy peasy dont even worry abt it ;3 i will definitely not go back to drawing today that would be sooooooo silly and goofy of me hahaha :)

#sike i only did ch 1 in this post bc it got too long >:)#btw halloween report: we got FOUR groups of trick or treaters last night record high numbers #the neighborhood was bumpin. absolutely off the shits. wild fuckin night #i say this completely unironically btw. last few years we've had 2 at most #i was pogging #retag later #nnwm blogging

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence

A/N: hello! i definitely didn’t plan to make this as long as i did, but im really happy with how this turned out. happy reading <3

anon requested: Oh please oh please! Grant us some Nat x reader where reader was shot in the shoulder at a mission but recovered quickly. Then one day, Reader and Natasha are cuddling on the sofa (still friends) in the living room in the compound, and Natasha has her head on Reader’s chest, listening to reader’s heartbeat and can’t help but tear up a little because Reader was almost shot at the heart. But reader reassures her and comforts her. Then feelings are confessed! I WILL BE 4EVER GRATEFUL 🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺

Summary: Y/N L/N and Natasha Romanoff are known for their obliviousness towards their mutual feelings. What happens when someone has a close call with death?

Word Count: 3.7K

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You had the honor of being an Avenger. Yeah, you were one of “earth’s mightiest heroes.” However, you didn’t see yourself as one. You didn’t care about the title or anything like that; all that mattered was helping people.

You couldn’t care less about the praise from the media (or the negativity, most especially). You were a very selfless person who had a huge heart. You’d risk your life if it meant you could save even just one person. Saving one person would make all the difference to you and you couldn’t think of a better way to die.

Okay, that was rather grim, but it was truly your mindset. You hoped that when it was your time to pass, that it would be for the greater good. You couldn’t imagine going out of this world in a better way. Giving someone else the opportunity to live their life was more than enough incentive for you to save someone.

So, if you’d jump in front of a bullet for a stranger, then you’d most definitely jump in front of a bullet for the woman you love. Which is exactly what you did.

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Okay, let’s backtrack a little bit before we get to that. First of all, the woman you loved? She just so happened to be a once deadly assassin turned hero; Natasha Romanoff.

Where do you even start with her? She’s absolutely stunning; she honestly didn’t even need the training she had to be able to seduce people. She could have anyone eating out of the palm of her hand with a bat of her long, dark eyelashes that accentuated her emerald eyes perfectly.

Her physical appearance was beautiful, but her mind was her most gorgeous feature of all. She always did what she thought was right; no matter who agreed or disagreed with her. She was a very caring person; contrary to popular belief.

You’ve never met someone who’s loved and cared for people more than Natasha does. She wasn’t one to show her affection physically. She showed her love through protecting her teammates during missions, checking up on them after particularly rough missions, and cracking wise jokes to cheer someone up when they had a tough day.

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Although she wasn’t one for intimate touches with others; you were her only exception.

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When you had met Natasha, it was a few years ago when you had been recruited into the Avengers. There was an immediate click between you both. There was apparently some sort of invisible force that seemed to draw you and Nat to one another.

As you and Natasha got closer, the team had informed you that Natasha wasn’t exactly an open person; especially to newcomers, but she was different with you.

She had opened up to you about her past, something your teammates couldn’t say she’s done with them. She initiated physical contact with you, whether it be random hugs from behind while you were cooking in the kitchen or cuddling into your side during team movie nights.

You couldn’t contain your blushing or flustered state at all whenever Natasha was in your vicinity, and the team noticed this. You’d endured endless amounts of teasing from the team about your obvious crush on Natasha.

You couldn’t help but think: if everyone else noticed your feelings for the Russian, surely the woman herself had picked up on it… right?

She’s a trained spy who can easily detect people’s emotions and thoughts based off of their reactions and body language. She had to have noticed you had the hots for her, right??

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Wrong. Natasha was just as oblivious to your feelings for her as you were to hers for you.

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Your teammates had also made sure to tease Natasha for her sudden love and need for affection when it came to you.

Their teasing resulted in a sharp glare from Natasha, that shut them up immediately. Although they knew Natasha wouldn’t actually brutally hurt them, they still preferred not to get on her bad side.

However, Natasha would find herself holding back a smile at the thought of you whenever they teased her. She wished she could be with you and the touching would become more. It meant so much to her and she truly hoped it meant as much to you as it did to her. And it did, she was just too blind to notice it.

One of the world’s greatest spies couldn’t even tell that her crush liked her back. Isn’t that just the most ironic thing in the world?

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Being sent on missions with Natasha was a common occurrence. You guys worked incredibly well together. The bond between you both carried into your work and you guys seemed to always succeed with the other person by your side. You guys were a formidable force when you were together.

Perhaps this was the case because of your feelings for one another. Of course, you guys knew about your own feelings towards the other, but neither of you knew they were reciprocated.

You and Natasha had a shared drive to protect the other at all costs. Letting something bad happen to the other person was just not an option to either of you.

Now, you were sat beside Natasha as she flew the Quinjet to a hidden Hydra base that S.H.I.E.L.D needed to infiltrate and get a good analysis of.

The objective? It was a simple one. You guys were to arrive at the base and not engage. All you had to do was roam the building in order to give S.H.I.E.L.D an accurate layout of the base that they could create a map out of. Also, if you both could manage it; find out what the base was used for.

It was simply a recon mission. No contact, no fighting, just go in, go around the inside and outside of the base, and get out.

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However, like most things in life; your mission didn’t go according to plan.

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You guys had not anticipated that the base would have heavy security, but as you could probably guess; the place was crawling with Hydra agents.

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You and Natasha made it pretty far into the building. You were currently at the center of the base where you discovered weapons upon weapons of mass destruction.

So, you guys had found out what they were doing within the base and covered the grounds. All you had to do was make it out undetected and report back to the Compound.

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Piece of cake, right? Nope, absolutely not.

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Unfortunately for you and Natasha, as you guys neared the exit, you had been spotted by a few Hydra agents.

Immediately, you and Natasha whipped out your guns and began to shoot at the agents. As expected, they were armed as well.

You both had managed to shoot down all of them; bodies scattered throughout the hallway.

Natasha turned around to face you and looked over your body to ensure you were okay; you doing the same with her.

“Let’s get out of here.” In facing you, her back was turned to the bodies littered across the hall. Your eyes widened as your attention was drawn to an agent with his gun pointed straight for Natasha.

You acted without thinking; not that you needed to anyway. The woman you loved was about to get shot and you had the ability to save her. This was a no brainer.

You pulled Natasha to the side as you had your gun pointed out in front of you towards the agent. You fully intended to get out of the bullet’s path, but as you shot at the agent, he also fired his weapon.

It happened so fast. You pushed Nat out of your way and fired instantly. It took you a moment to register what exactly happened.

You watched in relief as the man was knocked out as you shot him in the stomach. You didn’t seem to notice the sharp pain on the left side of your body, until Natasha let out a loud gasp.

You looked down at your shoulder and noticed a bullet hole, seeping with your blood. You knew it hadn’t hit your heart because if it did; you most definitely would’ve been dead right now.

But just from looking at the wound, you could tell it was pretty damn close.

You fell to the ground as your brain finally caught up with the searing burn coming from your shoulder.

Natasha was quick to break your fall, catching you in her arms. She slowly and carefully laid your body onto the floor as her eyes were wide with fear.

You watched as the redhead put her hand up to her ear and began to speak frantically.

“We need backup. I repeat, we need backup. L/N is down. Get here, now.”

Natasha tried to keep her voice calm and steady, but as she applied pressure to your wound, she failed miserably.

You felt lightheaded and you knew that the bullet definitely did a number on you. It may not have struck your heart, but you could tell that it still wasn’t a good spot to get shot in.

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At Natasha’s voice, you smiled. The usually calm and unbothered Black Widow was now a worried wreck.

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“It’s fine Tasha, it’s far from the heart…” You turned your head down to look at your wound that was covered by Nat’s hands for dramatic effect before tilting your head up to look at her again.

“Never mind, I take that back.” You let out a laugh. Bad idea. You cringed in pain and Natasha gave you a disappointed, but amused look.

“Now isn’t the time for jokes, Y/N/N. You need to focus on staying awake. Preserve your energy.” Natasha spoke as she observed your eyes slowly drooping.

“Aw come on, Natty. It’s always the time for a joke. If I’m going to die, I want to go out a comedian.” You once again let out a laugh, and winced once more.

“You’re not going to die, you hear me? I don’t know why you felt the need to save me. I could’ve taken it.” Natasha spoke as she applied more pressure, causing you to flinch. She sent you an apologetic look for causing you more pain.

Your eyes slowly fell, until they were closed shut. Natasha unable to see the Y/E/C irises that she had fallen in love with.

Dread filled Natasha’s body at the sight. She removed one hand from your chest and tapped your cheek repeatedly.

Your eyes shot open and focused on Natasha once more.

“Stay awake. Backup and medical will be here soon. Just focus on me okay? I can’t lose you.”

You mustered a small smile as your eyes scanned Natasha’s scared state. You were really trying to stay awake; more for her than yourself.

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“I saved you because I… I-“

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Your eyes closed again, before you had the chance to tell Natasha what you’ve been wanting to tell her for years.

If you were still conscious, you would’ve felt the frantic, panicked shaking of your body. You would’ve felt the tears falling from Natasha’s eyes, landing onto your face as she begged you to wake up; to come back to her.

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Panic spread across the Compound at the news of your injury. The entire team rushed to the medical wing and were met with the sight of a distraught Natasha Romanoff.

She was sat on the floor, staring at her hands. They were covered in dried blood; your blood. Natasha had tears streaming down her face, her mascara now a streaky fail against her flushed cheeks.

The the team paused; scared to approach her. They were in shock from the situation and seeing Natasha like this. However, Wanda was the first to make her way towards the assassin.

“Nat, let’s go and get you cleaned up.” Wanda spoke softly, being extremely cautious. No one knew how to handle Natasha in this state; because no one had ever seen her like this before.

Natasha’s eyes darted up to Wanda before scanning over the rest of the team.

“No. I’m not going anywhere until I know how Y/N is doing.” Natasha abruptly stood up from where she sat, causing Wanda to move back.

“She flatlined twice on our way here. Do you realize what that means? She died… twice. Now she’s in surgery, fighting for her life. Because of me…”

Natasha’s angered state quickly subsided as sadness and guilt took over. She felt responsible for what happened to you. She made a secret vow to herself to protect you; and she felt as if she failed miserably.

“It’s not your fault Natasha.” Steve spoke as he took a small step towards her. He knew his words were the wrong ones as Natasha’s eyes lit up with fury.

“You weren’t there, Rogers. I got distracted and I let my guard down. Y/N stepped in to save me and now she’s paying the price.”

Natasha’s face was turning redder the angrier she got. If she had Banner’s power, she would definitely be in Hulk form right now.

“Okay, getting angry isn’t going to make the situation any better. All we can do right now is wait and hope she’s okay.”

Wanda’s soft voice was heard throughout the waiting room. Her words were effective; seeing as Natasha just let out a huff of breath before sitting down on the floor once more.

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1 week later

It’s been a week since you were shot. A week since Natasha has seen your eyes open. A week since shes heard her favorite voice. A week since the day that she would never ever forget.

The panicked look on your face. Your hand abruptly pushing her to the side. The sound of a gunshot, followed by another. The sight of your wound, so close to your heart. Your body dropping as she caught you quickly. Your eyes slowly shutting, before closing altogether.

Helen had informed the team after 5 hours of surgery that you were okay. However, they would be putting you into a medically induced coma for a week. They needed to give you proper time to heal after taking the bullet out and using the regeneration chamber on you.

The week felt like a year to Natasha. She refused to leave the medical wing. She took time off of missions, understandably so. She wanted to be there when you woke up.

Various members of the team would bring her food and coax her to leave just for thirty minutes to shower and use the restroom. They’d tell her that you wouldn’t want her to neglect her needs; which always seemed to do the trick.

Natasha would bring her mission reports that she needed to catch up on. She would sit by your bedside and work, occasionally glancing up at your chest; to make sure you were still breathing.

Then after many hours and reports later, she’d fall asleep with her head resting on your bed. The position wasn’t comfortable at all, but she didn’t give two shits about that. She wanted to be near you.

So, her head would rest beside your hip as she clutched your hand tightly. She wouldn’t let go the entire night, even as she slept.

This went on the whole entire week and Natasha hadn’t managed to get any decent sleep the entire time. Except tonight, she had finally succumbed to a much needed slumber.

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Natasha was stirred awake by the feeling of a thumb gently caressing her hand while another was playing with her red locks.

She let out a small whine that almost came out as a purr at the feeling. However, she immediately jolted up and was now fully awake as she realized who it was.

There you were looking tired as hell, but your eyes were open.

Your eyes were open. You were awake. You were okay. She didn’t lose you.

Natasha was quick to pull you into a hug, but she moved back just as quickly. She was worried about hurting you, but you were close to being fully healed; thanks to the legend, Helen Cho.

“Wow, you look worse than I do, Widow. I thought that I was the one who got shot.” You laughed at your own words as a smile made its way to Natasha’s face. There’s the laugh that she’s been longing to hear for the past week.

“You’re okay…” Nat whispered as you moved your hand to grab her own. You gently squeezed her hand and sent her a reassuring smile.

“I’m okay.” You said in confirmation; seeing as Natasha looked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Yeah, Nat knew it was a medically induced coma and you were going to wake up at some point, but a huge part of her was filled with doubt.

What if you fell into an actual coma and they wouldn’t have been able to wake you up? What if you ended up dying unexpectedly?

But Natasha banished those thoughts from her head. They didn’t matter anymore. You were here with her, alive, and she would try her god damn hardest to keep it that way.

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2 weeks later

You have been taking it easy since you had woken up from your medically induced coma. It was doctor’s orders. You were to refrain from any strenuous activities until you were properly healed.

Well actually, you were healed already. It wasn’t painful or anything like that anymore. Helen just wanted to make sure you were fully out of the woods. Her orders were simply a precautionary measure.

Natasha hadn’t left your side since you were taken back to your room. She catered to your every need. She brought you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Cleaned your room and did your laundry. She even rearranged your closet.

You were surprised she hadn’t offered to shower you (not that you would’ve minded).

She would spend the nights in your room. She had said she just wanted to be there if you needed anything. Natasha refused to tell you the real reason; she wanted to make sure you were still breathing at night.

She was still so terrified by the possibility of you not being okay. She was mortified by the thought of you suddenly leaving this world; leaving her.

So, when you told her to rest her head on your shoulder; the one that previously had a hole in it, she immediately refused.

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You were both laid side by side with your heads up against the headboard of your bed, as Natasha scrolled through Netflix, in search of a movie to watch.

“Come on Natty, you’re not going to hurt me! I’m fine now.” You attempted to persuade Natasha.

“No. I don’t want to risk hurting you.” Natasha said firmly as she finally decided on a movie; Mean Girls.

You let out a snort at her movie choice. The big, bad, Black Widow had actively selected Mean Girls as a choice of film.

“It’s a classic. Shut up.” Natasha said as the movie loaded.

“Cuddle me. Please Tasha…” You dragged out the last syllable of her nickname as you gave her a pout and your best puppy dog eyes.

Natasha stared at you and her heart softened. How could she say no to you when you looked that cute?

Natasha let out a dramatic sigh before repositioning herself. Her head, which was once leaned against the headboard, now laid softly on your shoulder.

You playfully cheered as you wrapped your arm around Natasha’s body, earning a chuckle from her as you both turned your attention to the movie.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

•❅────────✧❅✦❅✧─────────❅•

1 hour later

An hour into the movie, and Natasha wasn’t even paying attention to the what was happening anymore.

Her focus was on the sound of your heartbeat thumping rhythmically in your chest. It was calming to her. It reassured her that you were still right there with her.

While she listened to the patter of your heart, her thoughts drifted as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

Why did she save me? She knew that you were an Avenger like herself and it was your job, but why? You did it with no hesitation whatsoever and it peaked Natasha’s interest.

“Y/N?” Natasha whispered out, pulling your attention away from the screen and onto her.

“Yeah?” You asked her as you stared down at her green eyes. You grew concerned as you noticed her sad demeanor.

“Why did you save me?” Natasha asked you and your eyebrows furrowed.

The assassin watched as you reached over her body and grabbed the remote. You paused the movie before looking down at her once more.

“I saved you because….” You took a pause as you inhaled deeply. Your eyes looked over every single feature on the assassin’s face. You wanted to commit every line, every freckle, every mark to memory.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Because I love you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You finally said it. You said what you’ve been keeping to yourself for so many years. You said the words you tried to tell her the day you got shot.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha’s heart stopped at your words.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You said the words that she’d been wanting to fall from your lips. The best part? You said it directly to her and only to her.

Natasha pulled you down by the neck before kissing you passionately. The kiss was better than either of you ever imagined (which you both tended to imagine a lot).

The kiss left both of you breathless as you pulled away; in need of oxygen. Your chest rose and fell heavily, as did Natasha’s.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I love you too, moya lyubov (my love).”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha’s eyes shined happily as she looked up at you. Her eyes scanned over your face, just like yours had done earlier.

You felt like such an idiot for waiting so long to confess how you felt. However, you wouldn’t change a single thing (even getting shot and being out for an entire week).

This was the beginning of your love story with the woman who held every piece of you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤYour mind, your body, your soul, and your heart ㅤ ㅤ belonged to one person, and one person only:ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Natalia Alianovna Romanova. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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in this paradise (moodboard teaser)

pairing: survivor!jungkook x fem!reader

summary: In an attempt to escape what's been planned for him, Jungkook hopped on a ship only to face a tragedy that he didn't expect and enter you who somehow couldn't believe to find company in this isolated land. Was this fate or was this just a temporary chance of bliss as a challenge for you both?

rating: 18+

genre: tropical island!au, survivor!au, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, romance & fluff

warnings: some accidents mentioned, lots of teasing, swearing, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, multiple sex scenes (beach, treehouse?, etc.), pet names, skinny dipping, finger sucking, thigh riding, unprotected sex (no condoms in da island peeps), handjob, oral (m. receiving), nipple play, fingering, riding, jk takes it from the back too. (warnings could change)

a/n: this wasn't the first JK fic I planned to post but he was in Summery outfit on Sowoozoo so I had to bump it up among other WIPS 😅. 2 years ago, I got intrigued when I saw the theme song mv of this TV series on my YT dash, the mc has the same name as me and it was Jungkook who first came into when some scenes (4 in exact, including this one) flashed in my mind. The plot is completely different though as I only borrowed some elements of it ♡.

ps. this moodboard was damn hard to make T.T

Check it out here!

― masterlist — navigation ― wips

A sudden ruckus behind your shoulder alerts you immediately, and you turn to see a little movement in the tall grass among the trees.

At last, food.

You’ve been hungry for hours since you wake up so it would be amazing to find something to eat since it's lunch already. Getting into position, you raise one arm up with a spear above your head, the other hand holding up front just in case it attacks you.

Readying yourself as you approach the moving grass, you part them with the other hand but to your surprise, you find a half-naked man in dirty white jeans with dark hair, his doe-eyes staring at you in shock.

"woah, woah, woah" an instant fear crosses his eyes, both of his hands suddenly waving in front in surrender causing him to wince a little, allowing you to spot the wound below his right shoulder so you lower down your arm.

He’s good-looking, add the harsh rays of sunlight looming over him from above to that.

You recover instantly, locking your eyes to his with a death glare as you move your spear in front of you.

“who are you?” you demand, suspicious eyes raking his form as you come nearer to him. He could still be a threat for all you know, best to take precautions.

“jungkook” he pants, reaching out with open palms to shake your hands. He hopes that you'll deem him as harmless by doing so and looks at you pleadingly when you don’t answer him.

“y/n” you respond gently a bit after dropping your spear on the side, feeling a spark when your hand touches his, of how gentle he’s shaking your hand despite the worry in his eyes.

He sighs in relief but pain crosses his handsome face, and he’s wincing even more this time. You manage to catch him before his body reaches the ground.

“my bad” he chuckles while trying to stand up, somehow disregarding that he almost collapsed. You really wonder how he can joke about his situation.

“you’re wounded you know” you scoff, inspecting his wound straightaway.

“yeah but at least you’re here now” he grins and winks at you as he positions himself on your lap, making your eyes roll.

“shut up or i won’t help you” you chide, pulling out the remnants of splinters from his wound with warning and he pouts.

“okay, okay, i’ll behave” he whines as he stays still lying down on his stomach and you’re trying to ignore how you can feel his defined abs on your legs.

“why are you wandering here in the forest while your wound is still fresh?” you ask and Jungkook smiles when he hears the concern in your voice. Ngl, he was shit scared of you earlier, if it weren’t for his wound that’s slowing him down and you’re pretty face he would’ve bolted instantly.

“I was looking for medicinal herbs” he answers, shaking his injured shoulder a little and you smile at this cute antic, okay he’s adorable.

“stop moving” you tsks.

“and what exactly is a beautiful girl like you doing in this forest too?” he questions before you can even answer him right away.

“i was looking for food,” you pause, stating the obvious.

“so that’s why you have a hunting spear with you. where did you even find materials to make it?" he prods, a lot of curiosity in his voice and you smile again, he can’t see you from this angle anyways so it’s good.

“on the shore, a lot of things wash up there” you hum, finishing up the make bandage on his shoulder using the thin jacket that was wrapped on your waist earlier.

You feel him nod and huff a breath like he wants to ask more.

“right, right. how about we search the beach later? maybe we can find more stuff that we can use” he asks as he slowly gets up from your lap, displaying an excited smile and you nod.

“does it hurt?” you ask impassively and he shakes his head.

You help him in standing up, carefully assisting on his elbow for him to not put weight on it and he laughs again. He’s been giddy all this time and you still have no idea why.

"i'm okay" he snorts and you elbow him.

"what's funny?"

You frown, brows scrunching as you eye him with annoyance. As much as you're still wary of him, you’re starting to get confused on how he can make you react this fast in everything that he does.

"you seem so caring now compared to earlier" he teases.

"you needed help, i'm not as heartless as you think" you glare at him and retrieve your spear from the ground.

“your words are actually the opposite of your actions” he continues.

“well, aren’t you an excellent observer” you snicker as you look around to check if you missed anything.

Jungkook on the other hand is just observing how you effortlessly gather your stuff with you. How for some reason, you still look gorgeous with your white mini sundress, a contrast at how tough you look with your tools on you.

"what?" you bark, raising one brow at him and he stops himself from laughing this time. He just shrugs with a playful smile and walks away, urging you to follow him as you both venture into the woods.

“jungkook” you call him, walking beside him now.

“yes?” he questions playfully, not sparing you any glance while looking up at the coconut trees around you.

“you better be taking this seriously after you heal” you huff.

“i already am, i swear! you have no faith in me, im offended” he complains with that fake hurt in his voice and you scowl at him before walking faster, now leading the path instead. He laughs louder this time, following you into some stream or river.

All jokes aside, Jungkook is truly relieved at finding another survivor washing up on the same island as he is. At least he won’t be alone while waiting for rescue anymore, plus you’re hot as hell so this won’t be bad after all.

taglist: @jungkooksbroski

permanent taglist: @bluesharksandfish @taebkyun @sheprocrastinatesalot @iamscharene

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aftgficrec · 3 years

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Hiiii lovelies! 💜 I'm looking for fics similar to Heavy Dirty Soul by alexjosten. Can you rec anything like that?

Something similar to ‘Heavy Dirty Soul’... you don’t make things easy, do you? (lol)

In the end, I scrounged around to see what Kevin/Neil fics I could find, and ended up with a mix of old and new. There seems to be an increase in interest in this pairing, so maybe there’ll be a little more new content in the future. Hope there’s something for you in the selection below! - S

Also see...

Kevin/Neil here (find the first 2 fics mentioned below in this ask)

More Kevin/Neil here

Even more Kevin/Neil here

tumblr Kevin/Neil here (with tips for tumblr searches)

‘Don’t Bury Me (With A Coin Under My Tongue)’ here

‘Hummingbird Heartbeats’ here

‘Fin Du Jeu’, ‘morbid stuff’ series and ‘Heavy’ here

‘Just Kevin’ here

‘Oops (Didn’t Mean It)’ here

‘Now that I have got you’, ‘5 things’ (now complete) and ‘not very good at this’ here

‘The Vixen’ and ‘Running in the Rain’ here

Heavy Dirty Soul by alexjosten [Rated E, 38356 words, incomplete, last updated Dec 2018]

Andrew doesn't believe Neil when he explains he has a binder full of Kevin's photos because he's in love with him. To catch him in his lie, he convinces Kevin to fake interest in Neil to get him to give up the act. Problem is, neither of them know how far Neil is willing to go to ensure his survival.

tw: panic attacks

What we become in the absence by zen_fox [Rated M, 46369 words, complete, 2018]

Kevin Day, Exy’s former superstar, is now relegated by injury to the lowly position of Assistant Coach for the Palmetto State Foxes. Neil Josten, PSU's newest recruit, has a promising future ahead of him— and a dark past behind him.

In the absence of anyone to protect them, what will they become?

(An AFTG AU where Andrew never signed for the Foxes, so Kevin never had the backup to return to the court, and Neil never had anyone to dig up his secrets. Will Neil's truth ever out, and will Kevin ever play again?)

tw: alcohol, tw: canonical character death, tw: referenced gun violence, tw: implied/referenced torture

Apartment 314 By Nikotheamazingspoonklepto [Rated M, 18715 words, complete, Aftg Reverse Big Bang 2019]

(Kevin/Neil leading to Kandreil)

Day & Josten run their Private Investigation business out of their apartment and manage to make ends meet without touching Neil's family money. Some months are better than others, but the two of them have been content in their inner city apartment, running around and spying on people for money. Over the last seven years, they've built a life together and it's been good.

Then Andrew Minyard, a lawyer from out of town knocks on their door and presents them with a case that they can't refuse - not with the amount of money offered - or the familiar look in his eye.

tw: attempted sexual assault, tw: torture, tw: murder, tw: implied alcoholism, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

NB: art for this fic by @mr-im-fine can be found embedded in the fic

Surface & Symbol by OfficialStarsandGutters [Rated T, 50227 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2021]

Fake dating KevNeil AU with art student Neil.

“Short version: I have to go to a homophobic event so I wanna bring a date to make a statement, but as Aaron has just made abundantly clear, the concept of anyone willingly dating me is obviously a huge joke. So Kevin has very kindly agreed to pretend he can stand me for one evening.”

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Pull the trigger (Till the end) by eloquent_apollo [Rated G, 32036 words, incomplete, Aftg Big Bang, last updated Aug 2021]

Prodigy Kevin Day is always one step ahead of Nathaniel. He is always just a little faster, just a little better. They are rivals, who will never get along. That is, until they are transferred to the same team. Now they must learn to cooperate, as the clock is ticking for Nathaniel to prove himself to the Moriyamas.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

one of us has to make it by thewintersolstice [Rated M, 8324 words, complete, 2021]

When Kevin wins and Riko destroys his hand, Nathaniel's the one who gets him away. Nathaniel's also the one who gets left behind.

Raven!Neil AU.

“I — I can’t leave.” Nathaniel can see the panic building in Kevin's eyes, the realization, the fear. “Nathaniel I can’t, you know I can’t, he will kill me—“

“Hasn’t he done it already?” Nathaniel’s voice is ragged, broken, all of the anger but none of it for Kevin, all of it is because it’s fucked. It’s fucked beyond repair and it is perfect.

Kevin is going to get out.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture

celestial bodies by skullcaid [Rated T, 5604 words, complete, 2021]

Tangling fingers in hair and accidentally napping together. Sharing clothes and watching and playing Exy. It's an epiphany, a realisation, and confessions and exploring. Kevin and Neil. Day and night. Sun and moon. They match, because of course they do.

Kevneil in a perfect court AU by @kevindayisafrog [tumblr, 2021]

Here’s a painful one shot of Kevneil in a perfect court AU based on artwork by @knandersonart on Instagram

tw: blood, tw: anxiety, tw: panic attacks, tw: abuse

daysten baking au by @girloikawa [tumblr, 2020]

so, the premise is that for a competition you’re supposed to team up with another bakery in your area to compete for a $15,000 cash check that you have to spilt.

Art

Kevin has to leave Neil in the Nest by @koihoi [tumblr, 2021]

Early morning run with Kevin and Neil by @rainbowd00dles [tumblr, 2021]

Sleepy Kevin/Neil by @gthechangeling [tumblr, 2021]

Kevin/Neil by @bambazzle [tumblr, 2021]

Feral boyfriends by @cowboymoonking [tumblr, 2020]

Found this Kevneil piece in my wips… by @leloqier [tumblr, 2020]

Neil hit every cone in practice by @mr-im-fine [tumblr, 2018]

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