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#you could make this entire set to be like 20+ gifs but im not doing that
saintship · 8 months
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i see a lot of ghost coming home to reader after a long mission but what about nurse!reader coming home to ghost after an exhausting shift at the hospital they work at? thank you 💓
CUTE
I tried a bit of characterization here; I believe he would do this in a way that seems blunt but is really very meaningful and premeditated. He’s more comfortable with acts of service than nearly any other showcase of vulnerability.
It’s a Given - Ghost x gn!reader
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Simon wasn’t big on phone calls; the only reason you picked up the phone in the middle of your shift.
“Hey. Y’Alright?”
“Yeah, is everything okay?”
“Im just fine. Wanted to make sure you hadn’t collapsed.”
“Well, don’t hold your breath..” you shift your weight, the soreness in your feet and legs aching.
“You’re sweet, but I’m in the middle of a shift.” You speak gently. It pains you to discourage him from calling, but even now, the other residents were staring.
“Right, right, sorry. I’ll see you when you get home?”
“That’s right. I love you, Si.”
“Love you, sweetheart.”
“We need an ABG on a combatant child in 106.” A doctor approached you, handing you the child’s chart.
“On it, thank you.”
Aside from that eight year old girl nearly smacking the needle out of your hand, your shift was more of a drag than stressful. Until, of course, 20 minutes before it ended. Four rapid responses, a code blue, and a violent patient escaping into the lobby, all after another. After those 20 minutes became an hour, you finally caught a gap to leave. You were lucky your car had given out in the garage that morning; if you’d tried to drive instead of taking the bus, you’d be back in that hospital right now.
The sight of your apartment door was almost enough to make you cry. It opened before you could reach for your key, Simon greeting you in sweatpants and a white T shirt. His casual wear along with his mussed hair pulled a smile over your tired features.
“Hi..”
“Hey. Come in, you look like you’ll faint.”
You took his outstretched hand and let him unlace and tug off your boots after shutting the door with his foot.
“I’ve got some dinner for you for after you shower.”
He rose to take your hands again as you rested your back on the wall.
“Thank you..”
“Course.”
Each time he did things like this, took care of you, he always seemed a twinge surprised when you thanked him. As if it was a given; you had a long shift, so he’d look after you. Simple as that.
“Towel’s in there with some clothes.” He nodded with his head to the bathroom.
Since a thank you seemed to pass over him, instead you leaned up and kissed the bridge of his nose gently, right over the scar there, before pressing a proper one to his lips. His hand cradled your head like clockwork, like the both of you were falling into place.
You heard the beeps of the microwave from the bathroom as you rid yourself of your scrubs. The clothes he’d picked included a shirt of his, which made you smile. It was an SAS issued long sleeve from his early days, but still comfortable on you. The hot water washed away the sweat that prickled the back of your neck, the smell of your body wash soothing your senses after hours of a sterile environment.
You wandered into the kitchen still towel drying your hair, unable to resist being near Simon when you finally had the chance again.
“I forgot you still had this.” You tug at the shirt, a warm light in your eye.
“I don’t wear it, but you do. So I keep it.”
He handed you a leftover portion of the recipe you’d both made together the previous night, entirely distracting each other from what was a simple instruction list.
You lean against the counter to eat, Simon wandering behind you to hug your waist.
“I really do appreciate it..you make it easier. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably just pass out in my scrubs and wake up feeling worse.”
“I know.” he replies gently. Knowingly. “But I won’t let that happen.”
He sets your empty dish in the sink, guiding you by hand to the bathroom to join you in brushing your teeth. You’d told him once it was easier to do something hard when he was doing it too, and you’d never had to repeat yourself. He also had a habit of ‘making sure his breath was clean’ by kissing you, which never failed to make you smile. He could be such a dork, and it made your chest hurt with affection.
“You still want to read, or are you too tired?” He asked softly, guiding you to bed.
“I can listen for a bit. I really like when you read.” You reply, settling under the sheets. He stood at his nightstand drawer, sifting through it. “Which one tonight, doc?”
You huff at the nickname, though smiling a bit.
“Pride and Prejudice.”
“Y’go soft when you’re tired, eh?”
“Shut up.”
He grinned, and the sight of it could fuel you for a week’s worth of shifts.
“Alright..” He settled in beside you, lifting one arm to drape over top of you. Your head rested at the soft bit of his hip, toying with the woven bracelet on his unoccupied hand.
“‘No,’ said Darcy.” Simon began. “‘I have a made no such pretension. I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding..’”
When Simon glanced over at you, you were asleep. He set down the book soundlessly, his heart swelling at the way you held onto his forearm in your sleep, and eventually dozed off himself.
It felt like a given.
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dailyhatsune · 14 days
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hi! not exactly a request but i do wanna ask, whats your process when you're rendering more paint like art? (if that makes sense, English isnt my first language so apologies hdskhsjdbd) i really love how you use the colors and im curious how you do it :0
i’ve been meaning to answer this one for a while so here’s how i painted miku in today’s post (put under the read more because yeah prepare for a long post
i’d also like to preface this by saying that i never follow a set way of doing things, so in terms of what my personal process is like, these are only broad strokes of what i do! sometimes i’ll combine or skip parts entirely, depending on how i feel. also, this is not a tutorial, just how i do things, so please don’t treat it like one :’D this will read like the ‘how to draw an owl’ picture if you do
first, like every artist, i sketch. more specifically, i’m getting an idea of what i want to paint later on. this could be how a scene is set up or in this case, how a character is posed. here i’m not concerned about details or getting everything perfectly, i’m only planning how the thing will be composed. maybe a lot of canvas size changing, or adjusting what miku’s doing (note how busted miku’s right hand looks from all the transforming!) however, i still have to be concerned with how clear the sketch will be to future me, because the sketch won’t be any good if i can’t read what miku’s doing
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after that, i lay down a flat gray under the sketch, mainly focusing on giving miku a clear silhouette. this is also a good time to make adjustments to the composition on the fly if i suddenly feel like something can be improved upon, like shortening miku’s left arm from the sketch!
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after painting a flat silhouette, i start shading in grayscale, focusing only on lighting. i usually do it in two passes, one for the lightest and darkest tones i’ll use (not black and white) and then a second for midtones to blend them better with the base gray but i forgot to screenshot the result of the first pass 🗿 nevertheless, here is where i can start adding some amount of details. i’m not including any extra accessories yet, just focusing on the base design of the outfit and the character herself (for anyone wanting to draw characters from That Gacha Game, this is how i personally make the process more bearable for myself.) i still use the dark gray to separate where certain details (like the facial features and fingers) begin and end, mainly to make colouring more bearable later.
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now here’s where i get the Good Colours. it’s a cheat lol. i put a gradient map layer over the grayscale painting so that there’s a little bit of color to start. some gradient maps can be applied as is, some need the layer settings adjusted to make it look good. this one, for example, is a (free) gradient map set from the csp assets store that needs you to set the layer opacity to 20% and to set the blending mode to color to achieve this result. in general, i tend to pick which gradient map i want to use based on vibes, or basically whether i want the work to be warmer or cooler, colour-wise. but this does do quite a bit of lifting for the colors in my stuff.
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and then, finally, i add the colours. i add flat base colours in an overlay layer. at this stage, i’ve made the character silhouette clear enough that i don’t need to refer to the sketch anymore for what miku looks like. also, the gradient map layer does its magic by making the shading a bit more vibrant than it would’ve been without it. after that i paint over with a new layer to add details like the lace.
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and then i put some extra shading on top. basically this is where the ‘better lighting’ happens. again, this isn’t a tutorial, so i’m not here to say what each part of the lighting is, but i’ve labeled which layers do which job. in other works where the lighting within a scene is more defined (from a window, from a small crack in the walls, etc) the glow dodge layer may be more opaque and sharper, but since this isn’t a work with that, the lighting was applied using an airbrush. the linear burn layer is also there to make the whole thing darker so the glow dodge doesn’t end up oversaturating miku. i also usually match the lights to the vibe i want, and use a complementary color for the shadows. so here you can see i have warm colors on the glow dodge layer, but light purple on both the linear burn and multiply layer.
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and that’s it for the character—here’s a gif showing how each layer adds to miku! (sorry it’s so toasty)
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as for the background, depending on the complexity, it may go through a similar process, or if i can settle with flat image backgrounds, i just go for that. it’s ok to use external image materials. i didn’t have a background in mind for this miku in specific, so i got some default csp materials and threw together something
and that’s about a rough overview of what my process for more finished works looks like! again, art is a fluid process so i never specifically stick to certain steps all the time, and you shouldn’t either. i can probably answer why i’d pick this colour over another in one particular work, but it’s something that kinda has to be learned on a grander scale. i think everyone can already feel what colors work with what atmosphere or what setting, even if they can’t immediately explain why. colors and composition do take some level of experimentation to find what works best!
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kiiwiigii · 7 months
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Human
Jane x Fem!Reader
Summary: It was only supposed to be a tour of the castle, what harm could it do?
Warnings:
None?
Word Count: 900+
Requested?: Yes! Enjoy nonny!
litterly anything about jane im begging you my girl is so underated
A/N: It took me a hot minute to figure this one out. Special thanks to @alecvolturi for all your help!!
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I had been studying in Italy when the invitation arrived. A beautiful creamy white envelope, with an intricate V embossed on the back, and my name scrolled in looping calligraphy on the front. It was a curious thing. I was in university for the study of history and symbols, and I had never come across this one before.
No, that wasn't entirely true. It took me a moment to remember.
I had seen it printed in a book once, a book on vampires to be exact. But the book had disappeared when I went back to the university archives to find it. And when I asked the receptionist, she said that the book was going to be auctioned the next month.
I had scoured the various auction sites that I knew of, and it never popped up. I had assumed that it had been sold at a private auction. It was sad, but ultimately I moved on, only coming back to it every now and again out of curiosity. I was never able to find anything.
But there it was on the back of this letter, extending an invitation for a private tour of the castle of Volterra. I had dived into research after that. There was barely anything known about the castle itself, it was off-limits to tourists unless invited. What were its connections to the V symbol, and why had I been invited?
My curiosity had gotten the best of me, and here I was, smushed in-between at least 20 or so tourists. Seeing the size of the group I didn't feel particularly special anymore. If anything I felt wary. You would think that the amount of people with me would make me feel better. But my mind kept going back to the book, the one that connected the symbol with vampires. And that's all I could think about.
"Right this way."
The woman's voice was melodic and it made me shiver. She was unearthly beautiful, to the point where it set me on edge.
What was her name again? Heidi?
The uncomfortable feeling only continued to grow and grow until my skin was stuck somewhere between numbness and prickling. Why had I ever agreed to this?
'Because you're a curious little shit.'
The woman strode forward, arms extending to push the double doors open wide. They swung open to reveal a stunning round room, black and white marble with tiled floors. I didn't have much time to really take it in before noticing something interesting. There was a drain. Directly in the center of the room.
My eyebrows furrowed. Was that normal in architecture from the period it was built? I couldn't remember.
"Welcome!" A man's voice rang out as he clapped his hands together happily. "Welcome to Volterra! We hoped you enjoyed your brief tour!"
What? There hadn't even been a tour at all. That's when I took in the other people who had already been in the room as we arrived. They were all stunningly beautiful. So beautiful that it hurt to look, but drew you in at the same time. I looked in between them and the drain in the floor, the blood draining from my face.
Vampires.
"Time for dinner." Heidi grinned.
Chaos erupted. Screaming and blood everywhere. So much blood. I could taste the metallic tang in the air, mixed with my tears. I was sure I would die of a heart attack any minute, which would be way more preferable to what awaited me. I crouched down in an attempt to curl up inside myself, but that was futile. It wasn't long before I felt a hand around my neck, pulling me up and over until I was on the ground, looking up at my attacker's face.
Warmth bloomed in my chest.
She was gorgeous. More gorgeous than the Heidi woman who had lured us in. Normally I would have considered red eyes to be alarming, but hers were like deep garnets, and had you asked me what my favorite color was at the moment, I would have said crimson. Her blonde hair was swept back into a neat chignon, and her black clothes accentuated the paleness of her skin. Her lips were full and pink, stained with just the tiniest bit of blood.
Well, if this was they way I was gonna go, I was okay with that.
But she just hovered there, eyes wide in disbelief and mouth slightly agape.
"Well? Are you going to kill me?" I whispered.
She shook her head in a daze, before slowly leaning in and placing her lips to mine. I gasped and deepened the kiss, my hands grabbing her arms as she wove her hands into my hair. She then pulled back a moment, taking in my face before licking away my tears and returning to my mouth.
I couldn't help but let out a small, confused moan.
That seemed to shake the girl from her daze. She suddenly disappeared, only to reappear on the other side of the room, looking angry and hissing at me. I sat up, completely disheveled and panting, doing my best to process what the hell was going on. And also, what the hell was wrong with me?
I realized then that the room was silent. There was no one else left alive. And now all the other vampires were looking at me, shocked.
"It seems as though Jane has finally found her mate."
It was an older-looking vampire who spoke, his tone bored.
'What??'
There was another hiss from the girl, Jane. My mate. And then she was gone, a door slamming from somewhere in the room.
"Don't worry." It was a dark haired boy who stood off to the side, a smirk tugging at his lips. "My sister will be fine. She just hates humans."
'Well, that's just great for me isn't it?'
That was my last fucked up thought before I passed out.
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k0nstanta · 8 months
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hii!! i was wondering if I could ask what is your usual colouring process? how much time one fully coloured piece and doodle take! I adore your ocs so much they inspire me to draw more myself:3 they feel so alive!
hi anon! thank you vey much, i'm very happy to hear that you feel inspired!
i wrote up a little something for your questions under the cut:
so, first of all, the way i color things ranges from drawing to drawing, especially if i feel like playing around in the process. sometimes i decide to try something out (palette, filter, technique, brush etc) and if i really like how it looks i may recolor the entire drawing lol. point is, there's a lot of sidetracks to my process (especially now, since i'm trying to get used to a different art program than the one i used previously) but the very basics of it are as follows:
1. i sketch and line whatever it is that i want to draw (this might take a while depending on whether i have a solid idea right away or not; in the latter case i might do some thumbnails first to figure out how i want the drawing to look. you can't really see here, but when i line things i usually draw on the same layer as the sketch, and after i'm done i adjust the brightness/contrast settings of the layer to get rid of the sketch underneath. it might seem like i'm just making my life harder this way, especially since this method only works if you sketch with a lighter color (or make it lighter in settings before starting lineart) and your lineart is drawn with a solid opaque brush (which is how i always draw), but it helps me to not get caught up on trying to make the lineart precisely follow the sketch. it also makes changing things on the go much easier, since i only have to erase on one layer.
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2. after i'm done lining, i underpaint with a solid color (usually the skin color, but sometimes something random), then block the alpha channel and color over it with flats;
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3. i don't color everything at once, instead going piece by piece, which helps to keep the drawing balanced color and contrast wise. i pick a desired area with magic wand and then go about rendering it properly (which usually involves adding some value variance with an airbrush and then laying down shadows/highlights/etc). you can't see this here either, because for some reason i forgot to do it this once, but i also usually lower the opacity of the lineart layer halfway when i color. it helps me concentrate on colors and how they look together better;
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4. when i'm satisfied with color, i recolor the lineart to be whatever color i think fits the piece better and change lineart layer settings to either multiply, color burn, or linear burn. after that i just play around with filters, add decorative details, and clean everything up. it's also worth noting that sometimes i starts trying out filters/effects directly while coloring because i want to explore some alternative colors or palettes; i also have a tendency to pick very pale & unsaturated colors so messing around with HSB (hue/saturation/brightness) & depth/contrast settings while coloring helps a lot.
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5. cropping it & there you go!
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this one took me 1,2 hours. depending on how complex the drawing is it might take me much longer (especially if im working on a commission) so i'd say my average time drawing is somewhere between 2-6 hours. if a drawing takes longer than that i break it apart into several days of work. don't draw for too long! it's bad for your health.
as for sketches, as i mentioned previously, it all depends on whether i know what i want to draw or not, and if i do, i usually just go straight at it:
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this one took me 20 minutes. on average, a doodle can take anywhere from 10 to 40 minutes, more if i want to make it look fancy, but at that point it enters the vast limbo between sketch and finished piece.
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that's it! sorry the gif quality is really bad, it's the best i could do. here's a video of the same stuff, hopefully in somewhat better resolution
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dckweed · 1 year
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@multifandom-world8 babes i am so sorry, this took me an embarrassing amount of time, but, here it is, and there will also be a second part as well !
my loves, it's been a hot minuet..but hi, hey, I'm here. Idk about yall but i had a kick ass weekend. Currently recovering from whiplash and fucking up my throat at a rock concert on Sunday (escape the fate, Hollywood undead, falling in reverse, and papa roach ((loml)) fr those wondering) that was so fucking amazing. How was yalls weekend? Everyone blow up the comments !
PLEASE NO ONE SPOIL THE TEENWOLF MOVIE! i have yet to watch it, and im sure there are others who haven't as well. Please be respectful in not spoiling anything on my posts.
I am aware that there is a paragraph that's darkened out and I have no idea how to fix it, for that, i apologize.
warnings: minors should not read this, but i know that i cannot stop you from opening this, so please, if you're under the age of 18, read at your own risk. this fic contains smut, maybe a bit of angst, biting, AGE GAPPED READER! reader was 19 when bitten, and in her 20s in the fic. Peter himself is a warning because guys look at him.
california dreamin'.., peter hale
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Five years. Five long, fucking years of being stuck in this bullshit ass town, cleaning up supernatural mess after supernatural mess. You couldn't help but to wonder if the founders of Beacon Hills truly understood the irony of their towns name, it truly was a Beacon.
You suppose that was how you'd wound up in this mess anyway, the town being what it was and all, the werewolf population had gripped its claws into you and had never let you go. You had been a sophomore when it all happened, roped in by association with Stiles and Scott, and much like Stiles you had stayed human for most of it, until Derek's uncle had decided to use you as the main pawn for one of his stupid ass revenge fantasies. You hadn't taken it well at first, the bite completely destroyed you and it took a long time to build yourself up again, and by the time you had, you were much too late to do anything else with your life, and so, you had elected to stay behind and help keep the town out of trouble while the rest of your friends went on and lived their lives. 
Working at your family's business wasn't that horrible you supposed, you could make your own hours, and being the owners child, you got paid just slightly more than the others did, which was definitely on your pro list. As was your weekly meeting with the man who had turned you. Typically, Peter came in for lunch or maybe dinner (depending on which shift you were working) and while you worked, the pair of you would talk about any odd goings on, and catch up on what everyone was doing out in the world. It was also your allotted time to ogle the man. 
Maybe it was the loyalty you still felt to him after all this time from the bite, or maybe you were just really fucking lonely, but good god you couldn't deny that the man was the definition of sexy..
You had seen him today, during the lunch shift and though it had been brief, it had been long enough for your mind to wonder to dangerous places, wild thoughts running loose in your mind, the slight scar on your shoulder throbbing as they did, reminding you of the night he had given it to you..
It was cold, fall was beginning to set in to Beacon Hills once more as the seasons changed. You were 19 now, barely scraping by in highschool as it was, caught between the drama of your friend group and the drama of the supernatural beings that inhabited said group and tonight? Well, tonight you were quite literally the drama. 
Peter had lured you to his loft, you had thought that you would be meeting the entire pack there, and therefore hadn't thought to text any of them and after arriving, you quickly realized how wrong you were. Peter had answered the door, much too friendly than he had ever been towards you before with a smile on his usually scowling face. 
"I didn't think you'd actually show up." He says, opening the door just enough to let you slip in, your body brushing against his ever so slightly, shock of electric tingling down your spine as you did. You had always felt that way around him, but you just assumed it was a you thing and didn't notice the way that his hand tightened its grip on the door, or that his body went rigid, nor did you hear the sigh that escaped his lips. 
"What exactly is the emergency, Peter?" You ask, turning to face him when you realize the loft is empty. He had sent you an urgent text, the kind that usually went out to the entire pack, and you were in partial disbelief that you would have been the first to show up, or the first texted. You were human, which meant you were far down the chain of urgency list in emergency werewolf situations. 
"Sit." He says, eyebrow quirking and a slight thrill spreading through him as he watches you drop immediately onto the couch, almost mindlessly, eyes trained on him, wide and curious. He takes a seat on the chair across from the couch, launching into what was meant to be a proposal, a deal if you will..He was in one of his revenge fantasy phases, and was trying to willingly enlist your help, because for some reason (both Supernatural and logically), you weren't the person he was intent to have helping him. 
Peter knew why he felt the way he did when you brushed against him, it wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't the last. He was a smart man, and it wasn't too hard to piece together for him. And in all honesty, at first he wanted to protect you from it, from him, and for a while it worked. But now? Now he wanted to be selfish. He needed to be selfish, even if it meant bringing you into the mix. 
"Absolutely fucking not." You say abruptly after a brief moment of silence once he had finished speaking, explaining to you what was going on in his mind. "No..just..no. ive seen what Scott and Liam go through, and yeah maybe it has cool perks but no just..why would you even think that I would go along with something like that Peter?" 
He could hear in your voice how desperately you disagreed with his idea, and a part of him wants to let you walk out that door and forget that this whole thing happened to begin with, but that selfish side wins. He stands as you move towards the door, and in two long, powerful strides, he pulls you back against his chest, arms around your torso pinning your own to your sides. 
"Peter! Peter let me go!" You yell, struggling despite the electric shock coursing through you once more. His grip only tightens on you, and you feel his breath on your ear as he brings his mouth down, can feel him breathing in your scent. 
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but this isn't optional.." He whispers, feeling you start to struggle more. He growls a little, his werewolf side coming out. His hold on you strengthens enough to be able to hold you still as he licks the area of exposed shoulder that your sweater had slid off of, his teeth grazing the skin ever so slightly. He debated letting you go, he didn't like the way that you were crying at all, you were going to hate him for this. 
He had already gone too far to turn back though. Before he can talk himself out of it, he bites down on your shoulder, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you too much, but also trying to make sure it would take. He can't help but to savor you for a moment, the animal in him going absolutely feral over scent alone, he could do this for hours, he thought and happily he almost does until he realizes that your crying has stopped and you are now slumped against him. 
It had been the longest couple of years after that. You had just barely been able to graduate with your friends, nearly having to take a sixth year of highschool, though if that had happened you probably would have just dropped out. You had already taken freshman year twice, you couldn't go through senior year again. 
You had been so mad at Peter for the longest time, though you were still doing everything he asked of you. Scott and Derek had said it was the alpha bond, but personally, you felt like it was different than that because if was like your entire judgement was clouded over when it came to him, and honestly it still was though you had learned to look through it and use your own logic. 
Even before the bite you had been strangely attracted to Peter, though it definitely intensified after and you were certainly no stranger to fantasizing about him, so, as your shoulder throbbed ever so slightly, you let yourself fall into one of those fantasies, you were the only one in the front of the diner anyway, the late shift never being busy save for the occasional drunkard, you needed some form of entertainment. 
The fantasy was much like your others, though more intense than they normally were..peter was leading you up to his loft, your hand in his as he practically dragged you up the stairs, a girly little giggle escaping you as you run after him, your heels sounding on the ground and the skirt of your dress swishing around your bottom. 
Peter had gone full on foreplay in the car on your way back from your dinner date, his hands in between your legs, his nails ripping the fabric of your panties to shreds before pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping, aching core, clenching around his fingers as if begging for something more. 
The sound he had made when he felt you was almost feral, it ripped right through to your core and you could've cum from that alone, but alas, Peter had other plans for you. The door to his loft is barely even closed before he has you pressed up against it, his large, firm hands pressed tightly on your thighs as he hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, your mouths moving against each other's with an urgency that you'd grown accustomed to when it came to him, as if the two of you could never get enough of each other. 
"Jesus.." You groan, the feel of his hard cock pressed against your bare mound sending shockwaves through your aching body, lust taking over your entire train of thought. 
"You and I both know I'm the farthest thing from holy, sweetheart.." He whispers, voice breathless as he makes his way down your throat, the stubble of his five o'clock shadow tickling your skin in the most delicious of ways, edging you halfway to insanity. 
After a few moments longer he removes you from the door, carrying you to his bed. His hands are on your bare ass under the skirt of your dress, squeezing the flesh appreciatively before giving a nice slap, throwing you off of his body and onto his mattress. You bounce, staring up at him through lust filled eyes as you watch him take his V-Neck off of his torso, tossing it to the ground before he gets to work on his jeans. You kick your heels off, they clunk to the floor before you shimmy out of your dress, the fabric falling off your body as you lift yourself off of the mattress the slightest bit. 
You realize as he gives you long, gazing look over your body that you are embarrassingly desperate for this man to even breathe in your direction, let alone fuck you, and yet here you are, on his bed, laid out all nice and pretty as you watch him fist his thick, deliciously long cock in his hands a couple of times, groaning at the thought of it inside of you. 
"You coming?" You ask, teasingly as you spread your legs for him, biting your lip. His shoulders slump as if in defeat and he let's out one of the prettiest sighs you think you've ever heard in your life. 
"Sweetheart, i hope not for a long while." He says finally and you giggle, before screeching in surprise when he grips your ankle and pulls you down to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his hips as he teases your aching cunt with his cock, dragging up and down your sopping slit, once..twice..three times before he pushes himself into your tight, warm hole.
The noise that escapes your mouth is one of pure filth and it seems to be all the urging on he needs as he pumps his hips in and out of you. You watch as his face contort with each thrust deeper and deeper into you, your pussy clenching onto him with need he'd never felt before, your hips rising up off of his bed as if to beckon him in to you farther. 
You were already so over stimulated just from being horny that you knew you didn't stand a chance of lasting nearly as long as you could have, and you had a feeling he knew it to because the more sounds you made for him, the more one of your hands tugged at your own breasts and the other pawed at his forearm where his hand gripped your hips so meanly, the harder he fucked into you. 
It was almost painful, and you knew that if you hadn't been a werewolf it probably would have been. You wouldn't complain though because something about him being the one to bring on that kind of way in the sinfully delicious way that he was doing it, was absolutely glorious to you and dear God you basked in the absolute pleasure it brought you. 
Peter grunts as your pussy grips him, the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelching of your wet cunt sucking him back into your pussy every time he pulled out was filling the room, a beautiful music to his ears, as was the high pitched groan that escaped your throat as he gripped your hips harder, angling them up off the bed. He could feel himself hitting you at a deeper angle and just the look on your face as he did was what was going to make him finish, the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth hung open in a silent moan, your tits bouncing every time he fucked into you..you were the perfect sight..
"So fucking perfect for me, y/n..y/n..
"Y/N!" Peter brings you out of your day dream, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You squeak in fright, heart racing and face flushing as you realize the man you had been fantasizing about was standing before you. 
"Jesus fucking Christ Peter!" You yell, calming yourself down. You glance at the clock behind him, noting the time. "It's almost midnight what the hell are you doing here?" 
The man looks at you as if you were insane, which, honestly, you had to wonder yourself if you were..nothing else could explain the way that you felt about the man that barely looked at you some days. "I told you at lunch I was going to pick you up tonight, remember? You said your car was broke down.." Truthfully, you hadn't thought he was serious. Peter hardly ever did anything with you outside of your meetings and occasionally running into him at the store..
"Oh.." Shit. How the fuck were you supposed to survive an entire car ride with him when you knew he could smell the horny radiating off of you? You were about to tell him that you were fine to walk when you realized it was raining pretty hard out, because of course California would decde to ends its drought right now. Fuck me up a goddamn river. 
"Give me a minuet.." 
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Silver || P. Parker
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Request | Yes or no
Request by | @hermes-creature
Word count | 708
Warnings | None.
Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x male!reader
Hi! Thank you so much for this it was so fun to write, also im sorry its kind of short i had to add the last part to make it the length it is now, I hope you like it <3
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Peter walked down the path with a small smile on his face, hands in his pockets as he headed towards his boyfriend who was petting a dog with a big grin on his face. When Peter- Peter number 1, decided it was best to make everyone not know about Peter Parker it was supposed to work on all the Peter’s considering they were all Peter Parker, but when the spell was being placed Y/n was tucked under Pete’s arm with his head in the crook of his neck.
Both of them were surprised yet relieved when they realized it didn't work on Y/n, they had spent all night in each other's arms, their voices just above a whisper exchanging sweet nothings with each other while they dozed off.
Since then they haven't spent much time apart, afraid that if they do they might wake up and find out this is all just a dream. Y/n really wants a dog, like he asks everyday. Obviously Peter can never say no to such a simple request, “We gotta go, my love.” His hand was now placed on his partner’s shoulder. The silver band wrapped around his ring finger sparkled in the sunlight.
Y/n’s smile dropped a bit as he took his hands off the dog as he stood up, he smiled and said his goodbyes to the puppy, and the dog owner before interlocking Peter’s hand with his, Y/n’s silver band was cold against Peter’s palm. “Where are we going?” Y/n asks, seeing they're going the complete opposite way of their home, “It’s a surprise.” There's a twinkle in Peter’s eyes as he smirks at Y/n.
“I don't like surprises though.” He practically whines as he furrows his brow, “You will like this one, don’t worry.” Peter chuckled, continuing to pull him along the sidewalk, a few minutes prior he made a phone call to one of the shelters nearby because of course Y/n has always said adopt don't shop.
Y/n must have seen the sign in the distance because he gasped and pointed “Are we going there? Please tell me we’re going there!” He was wide eyed as Peter opened the door, he was almost jumping up and down. “Hi, How can I help you?” The person at the counter asked them, “Can we see the dogs please?” Peter could feel Y/n shaking his arm and staring at the side of his face.
“Of course! Follow me!” She grabbed a set of keys from off the counter and led them to a room with a ton of dogs, Y/n was practically vibrating as he saw all the puppies. His voice went high pitched as he baby talked to the excited dogs, he sat down on the ground and all but one of the puppies piled on top of him.
“Do you think you know which one you want?” Peter asked ten or so minutes later as he sat beside Y/n, he looked up at Peter before looking towards the one puppy who was by itself the entire time on a dog bed in the corner. Y/n smiled “Can I have that one?” He replied and pointed towards the white and silver puppy who has blue eyes.
The worker looked at the puppy “Yeah! He came in yesterday, apparently his mom died and the owner didn't want him as it would be a reminder of her.” Y/n almost pouted as he tilted his head- like a dog might i add- and said “We’ll take him.” He smiled up at the worker as he carefully got up and made his way towards the puppy.
The other two people in the room couldn't hear what he was whispering about, while he sat down about a foot away from the dog and slowly put his hand out. The Siberian husky tapped his snout against the palm of Y/n’s hand and shuffled forward, while he did that Peter went back with the employee to sign the papers.
And 20 minutes later they were walking out with their new puppy who had been named Silver, and all of the puppy supplies they needed/wanted.
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here is the pupper Silver
And as always feel free to send in requests that follow the request rules <3
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I posted 1,324 times in 2022
That's 1,075 more posts than 2021!
22 posts created (2%)
1,302 posts reblogged (98%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@widevibratobitch
@katstwistedmind
@tall-wolf-of-tarth
I tagged 480 of my posts in 2022
#asoiaf - 65 posts
#jaime x brienne - 62 posts
#jaime lannister - 57 posts
#persuasion - 54 posts
#brienne of tarth - 51 posts
#autumn my love - 39 posts
#braime - 32 posts
#the sandman - 18 posts
#ettore bastianini my love - 15 posts
#bridgerton - 14 posts
Longest Tag: 110 characters
#they might as well have claimed that fish swim in the desert or that clouds are consisted of marshmallow fluff
My Top Posts in 2022:
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#4
The Sandman dropped on Netflix only yesterday, but I see the Corinthian has already gotten Babygirl-fied. The devil works hard, but the tumblrinas work fast!
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#3
100 years from the birth of THE baritone that ruined me for all other baritones, operablr's favourite dude, tragic, divine, velvet-and-bronze-voiced, our beloved Ettore! Thank you for the music!
12 notes - Posted September 24, 2022
#2
Anyone who has ever read "Like water for chocolate" or watched the film (WATCH IT!), can agree that Mama Elena is a terror and deserves the worst. BUT! The guts it takes to aim your shotgun at a troop of guerrillas, when you're the head of a small group of women home alone in the middle of nowhere, and deliver this line
“I have a very good aim and a very bad temper, Captain. The next shot is for you, and I assure you that I can shoot you before they can kill me, so it would be best for us to respect each other. If we die, no one will miss me very much, but won’t the nation mourn your loss?”
I almost cheered!
18 notes - Posted March 20, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Guys, Persuasion was bad! The trailer doesn't even do it justice! Nothing prepares you for how CRIMINALLY bad it is!
In an almost 2-hour long film, they managed to rush through with indifference or skip entirely most plot points, so the unfortunate viewers could enjoy more of Anne babbling nonsensically while looking at the camera
They murdered the characters of the protagonists (the secondary characters and the interactions between them providing insight to the plot and social commentary are barely even there). Anne is "so altered, Austen should not have known her again" and Wentworth has all the charm, spark and personality of an an unsalted, boiled potato (apologies to the potatoes!)
Anne and Wentworth are worse than exes, they're BUDDIES! They're not only on speaking terms, they talk about their past, their feelings, their appreciation for each other, their hopes and dreams, how they wish the best for each other and I couldn't get through these scenes. It was painful to watch!
They annihilated the chemistry between them. It's a story where silence speaks the loudest and it's a character on its own. You remove the plot, you remove the silence, you remove the characters and there's nothing there anymore. There was NO CHEMISTRY AT ALL ! It was the dullest, most flavourless, pointless to watch pairing! To do that to Persuasion out of all Austen books (the most tension-filled, blue balls-inducing, physical of them), takes a special kind of talent!
The letter (and I'll leave it at that)
The liberties taken to make the film more "modern" or relatable. Aaaaah…….. rubbing temples. I can't decide if it's worse or equally bad as having Anne throw at us butchered lines from the book at irrelevant times, to soften the blow to the book fans. It wasn't "refreshingly relatable and modern" (I suppose that's what they were going for). It was so bad it couldn't work in either Regency or a modern setting or any other timeline, to be honest. It can BARELY serve as a parody of Persuasion!
It's not an accidental failure. It's not a hit-and-miss (by a few million light years!). It's so fucking bad, it can only be on purpose. Did somebody bet the creators they couldn't make the most cursed Austen adaptation of all times? That would make sense! How else could one explain this PLOTLESS, FLEABAGED, QUIRKY-FIED, BLAND AS ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER AND SUBTLE AS WRECKING BALL, PARODY OF PERSUASION?
I wish I could take back those 3 hours of my life (that's how long it took me to watch, as I had to pause every other scene, yell "what the hell? what the fuck? what is this? what the fuck am i watching", take deep breaths, rub my temples, pour more wine and press play).
If you haven't watched it, I envy you. If you did, let us pray for lobotomies!
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I posted 2,353 times in 2022
220 posts created (9%)
2,133 posts reblogged (91%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@chibizuku
@epickiya722
@bakugou-klancey-lance
@taysudon
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I tagged 686 of my posts in 2022
#them - 126 posts
#p - 45 posts
#spotify - 36 posts
#fave - 30 posts
#bkdk - 29 posts
#writing process - 26 posts
#bakudeku - 17 posts
#sns - 15 posts
#fic - 12 posts
#my writing - 10 posts
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
you're a chicken if you don't
The team goes on a mission, and Inosuke learns his feelings for Tanjirou have a name.
rated T, 5/5 chapters, 22k fluff/angst, getting together, flirting, kissing, love confessions, happy ending
“Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.” Anne Sexton
51 notes - Posted July 28, 2022
#4
I'm writing an InoTan fic :)
you're a chicken if you don't
It's true, Hashibira Inosuke Has a Crush, though he's still not entirely sure what that means. He'll be damned if he lets Tanjirou beat him at anything, though.
rated T, 2/5 chapters, 8k (so far, should be around 20k when I'm done), dual pov, fluff & angst, the works
hope you like it xoxo
59 notes - Posted May 14, 2022
#3
horikoshi is a perfect storyteller LISTEN i freaked out momentarily but let's be honest with ourselves people, how else was this climax going to go? it's been building to this forever. deku still doesnt know bakugou's hero name or his new power now. they have to work together as a team because that's what this is all about. horikoshi KNOWS what he's doing...he's pulling his little strings like a master puppeteer. we'll soon know the significance of the second user and it'll set up the fucking finale where deku SAVES HIM (HAND HOLDING INCLUDED) AND THEN THEY WORK TOGETHER!!! do NOT tell me otherwise I simply will not listen
74 notes - Posted August 3, 2022
#2
there are some ships where it's like "under the right circumstances it makes sense" but with bakugou and deku theres never been a universe where i dont want them to be together and i love reading every single interpretation of that love. it is truly a gift. i dont get when ppl put many conditions on their relationship. maybe im brainwashed at this point but theres nothing i love more than them finding each other no matter the circumstances. everywhere, no matter what. it's like fate or magic or maybe it's just how much they love each other, but it's unavoidable
374 notes - Posted June 1, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
more otp dialogue prompts <3
as a follow up to this post
1. “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” 
2. “It’s not like this with them.”
3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”
4. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”
5.  “Just take me home.”
6. “I appreciate the effort but this is all wrong.” 
7. “I don’t want anyone else.”
8. “What could you possibly be this stressed about?” 
9. “You haven’t changed at all.” 
10. “I never want to be without you again.”  
11. “You tricked me.”
12. “You can’t tell anyone. Seriously. Even them.”
13. "You want me, don't you?"
14. “If you do that one more time I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.” 
15. “I can’t believe you remembered.” 
16. “You won’t believe me.” “Try me.” 
17. “I don’t want to have this conversation again.”
18. “You shouldn’t be here.” 
19. “I think about you all the time.”
20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”
21. “Then take me with you.”
22. “I think I missed you more than you missed me.” 
23. “I thought I’d lost you.”
24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”
25. “Well, since you asked nicely...Sure."
26. “You used to have feelings for me. Admit it.”
27. “So you don’t regret it at all?” 
28. “I’m not ready to let you go.” 
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Naruto and Sasuke + hands
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Dude, She's Just Not Into You
Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Summary: You and Chris were lovers in a major motion picture. Beyond that you were great friends off screen. Except no one believed that. Everyone could see how whipped that meatball was for you, except you lol. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: A lot of pining, fluff, also i used Y/N n stuff ASHDHaL:SFHASLHF disgostin, actress au, crack fic lol, etc.
A/N: ayyy I kinda made a another one that kinda could be p2 but not really so if ur into reading it lol here it is
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20+ minute YT video captioned: Chris Evans & Y/F/N Test To See How Compatible they are with each other.
It's an all white background and two chairs.
Chris is in a sweater and slacks, as am I.
"Hi, my name is Chris Evans," I say making Chris turn to me and knit his brows mutter, "so who am I?"
I turn to him and examine his soft expression. I place a hand on my jaw and hum in thought. I look at his sweater and I turn back to the camera, "-and today we're going to be seeing how-" Chris laughs softly in the background, "compatible we are."
I turn to the bearded man, "now Ronaldo, I know we're dressed like we're on the same team, but we aren't."
Chris pulls his head back and makes a face. He turns over his shoulder and whispers softly, "are you talking to me? This is awkward."
I snap two fingers at him, "focus, focus, Zhao. You have the attention of a two year old."
Chris begins to look around, "am... am I in the right room?"
"I'm here to prove to everyone that I am the superior Chris Evans because I actually listen to what you have to say--"
He sucks in a sharp breath and straightens his back. He raises his brows and a finger, "aLrIghT, first of all--"
"--quit mansplaining, Johan-- but also the entire film we're in heavily relies on the compatibility we have. Thus if we are found incompatible because of your incompetence, you are the sole reason why this film would have any bad ratings whatsoever."
Chris looks dumbfounded but he eventually sighs, "well, you know what, that seems soundly fair."
I nod, "as it is."
"But your sweater is still ugly," he randomly spurts, making me turn to my white top then to his white top. I stand from my chair and position my arms into a T, "excuse me, this is above my paygrade. My cultured feet will not be insulted by a mildly amusing piece of white bread, thanks."
The comment section of this video:
IM SCREAMING THE VIDEO HASNT EVEN STARTED AND THEYRE ALREADY AT EACH OTHERS THROATS I SWEAR THEIR BICKERING IS A WHOLE MOVIE ITSELF [3k+ likes]
Chris: I- Y/N: absolutely not [1.5k likes]
"I think Y/N is an absolute great person. She's so passionate and kind. Everything she does she puts her heart out. I know how cheesy it is to say, but I have never met someone like her." -chris evans "Imma be real witchu... I don't get it." -y/n freaking y/l/n [5.1k likes] >>>20 REPLIES<<< It do really be like dat sometimes 😔 [1k likes] MS Y/L/N COLLECT UR MAN OR GIVE HIM TO ME THX [2.6k likes]
I love how Chris gets most of the questions right and still is wrong lmao 😂 [200k likes]
OKAY BUT NO ONES TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE GOT ONE ANSWER WRONG BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY STILL RIGHT [61k likes] >>>500 replies<<< Ya'll can't convince me they're not dating. [3k likes] SHe wAs so pressed about it toooo HELLLPPP [2.5k likes] I think they're talking about it now lol [657 likes]
3 minute highlight clip from a solo interview captioned: Y/F/N On 'How Hard' It Was Working With Chris Evans
The scene is set in a red carpet event. Loud ambient noise in the background and infrequent camera flashes.
I'm wearing a one shoulder, sparkly, green tunic dress. I stand in front of an interviewer wearing something quite similar. She starts off with that, "Look at us, we're matching."
I smile back at her and match her enthusiastic tone, "Yeah! Look at us, in the trends. Had we been wearing the same color, someone would have gotten fired."
We share a laugh.
"So tell me how it was working with Chris Evans."
"Horrible," I say with no hesitation. I roll my eyes dramatically and huff, "the dude kept eating my muffins on set. Just because he had unlimited bread options as Captain America doesn't mean he can just steal my french toast too."
"Oh gosh, I had no idea."
"Yeah," sigh, "it's just not right." I look up and pretend to hold back tears. The dear interviewer plays along and pats my shoulder. I shake my head and raise a hand, "no, I'm fine. I just-- I want America to know that that man you love so much, is a glutton for gluten. It's kind of sad to see how much that bright star has faded."
The comment section of this video:
You just can't spell Y/F/N without dramatic. [104k+ likes]
This woman is so extra and I AM HERE FOR IT. QUEEEEEN [15.5k likes]
14 minutes of y/n hating chris & chris proving her otherwise (that's the video)
We're seated next to each other. The interviewer is in front of us and the movie poster behind.
"Do you ever look at someone and say, 'man, that dude is hecka ugly'? Well, folks, that's how I feel when I see him," I say turning to Chris who was already looking at me.
Chris says casually, "I think I'm pretty good looking."
"Well, that's what makes you ugly," I turn to the interviewer, "no one likes a self-aware hot guy."
Chris smiles, keeping his eyes fixed on me, "so you agree?"
--CUT TO--
Same setting, different time and interviewer.
Said interviewer asks, "After working on a film for a year, what has been your favorite thing to do together."
There is a short pause.
Chris answers, "you know, I think I'd say something like having coffee. Like, we would go to cafes and just sit there, read a book, and chill."
"Clearly it was enjoyable because I didn't talk to him at all," I say with a firm nod.
"Says the girl who made me rush into the makeup studio just to tell me that stupid joke she had."
My eyes widen in defense, "Oh well sorry you have no humor. Literally everyone in the makeup department laughed at the joke."
"If I had said the joke you wouldn't have let me live that down."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have said that joke because your a dry piece of-"
--CUT TO--
I'm sitting alone in a studio. The video is in black and white.
"If you could get one trait of Chris Evan's as your own, what would it be and why," I read the question off of a cue card and place it at the back of the deck. "Okay, first of all, I would not touch that man with a 20 foot pole. Okay. Get that on record."
I push the hair out of my face then think for a moment, "second of all, Chris, I think these days, has such a lovable image. You know like, I think before he got his shield, he was type cast as a bad boy, but he really is just a really big, lovable guy, you know. And, I feel like I would want to be someone who feels like that, you know."
The comment section of this video:
Y/N: Chris Evans 🤬👹 💩💢🔪 Also Y/N: Chris Evans 🥰💖🤰✨🌸 [40k+ likes]
5 minute clip: Chris Evans On Dating Rumors with Y/F/N
It's a red carpet event. Chris is in a suit and shades. "So," the interviewer asks Chris, "what do we think of Y/N?"
"Well, we think she's great. She's super talented, super hard working, super funny. She's great."
"Yeah, and we know how playful and wild your interviews can get."
Chris purses his lips in a soft smile and shakes his head, "she's a tough cookie, you know?"
"Do you like tough cookies?"
"I mean, a cookie's a cookie. I like cookies. I like them anyway I can get. You can always eat a harder cookie with milk, so."
"Would you say you're the milk to her cookie?"
Chris breaks into a left booby grab laugh. Once he settle down a bit, "I don't know where this is going but I don't wike it."
"I mean, you two are so comfortable with each other. Haven't you ever thought of dating?"
He sighs and shakes his head. He half-heartedly says, "Wow. I mean, what could I have ever thought about if not dating a tough cookie. Look, hey, let's ask her now."
I am about to pass by him, but I'm so rudely interrupted.
Chris borrows the mic from the interviewer, "have you thought of nothing else but dating me?"
I am, admittedly, taken aback. In a few seconds though, I turn to my shoulder and utter one word, "security."
10+ minute panel interview titled: Love Loop Stars Chris Evans and Y/F/N Interview In New York
"I'm really curious," the interviewer asks, "how did this all start? The bickering, the sarcasm, does it come naturally, or was there a tipping point between you two."
The two of us were laughing at the start of the question, knowing exactly where it was going from the get go.
"Well, I'm honestly a naturally sarcastic person. I think Chris and I have a similar sense of humor, but mostly I just like getting a rise out of him. He's such a confused old man sometimes and it's hilarious, which is why try my darndest to give the world the content they deserve. The PR team actually encourage me."
Chris's shoulders shakes in laughter. He shakes his head in disagreement.
"And how do you feel about her banter?"
"Well," he drags out, "not that I can stop her, but with every sarcastic comment she gives-- although... I do get a little nervous-"
"Wait what?" I turn to him with an incredulous look on my face.
"Well, you know you start thinking."
I roll my eyes, "oh my gosh, you just want me to sing praises on live TV and tell the world how much I love you."
Chris starts getting defensive and raises his hands. Red begins to rise up from his neck to his cheeks.
I continue on anyway, "Okay, ya'll better make sure the cameras are recording because I won't say this as often." I clear my throat, "I-" gag noises, "love Chris Evans."
The room cheers.
It's Chris's turn to stand and bring his arms together into a T, "time out." He disagrees, "this is wayyyy above my pay grade."
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First Day Back (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}
Title: First Day Back Rating: PG Length: 2000 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set after Josie’s birth. Sorry for the delay in updating, you can read about it here.  Summary: Reader’s maternity leave comes to an end. 
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Going back to work after weeks of maternity leave was an adjustment. Leaving Josie across the hall with the kind older woman who had been your neighbor since moving to Colombia was easier than expected. At least it was, right up until the moment you sat down at your desk and realized it would be eight hours until you saw her again. 
Javier didn’t make it any easier. You had gotten too comfortable with him lately — which was easy to do, considering he frequently spent the night at your apartment and you had gotten used to waking up in his arms. But it also meant you were off your game. 
Your hopes that he would be on assignment when you started back in the office were quickly dashed when plans fell through and Javier was stuck at his desk across from you. 
Before Josie was born, you had gotten good at masking your emotions and framing your interactions with work-appropriate distance. Now you felt like every look set off a neon sign above your heads announcing what you were hiding. 
Javier was shit at hiding his soft smiles and lingering looks. The kind that made your cheeks warm and your heart flutter. 
“Welcome back.” Chris said flatly as he strolled into the office and threw his briefcase down on his desk. 
“You’re late.” Javier stated as he fed a new piece of paper into the typewriter. 
“Flat tire.” 
“Pissed anyone off lately?” You quipped, shuffling through a stack of files on your desk. 
“Oh, fuck off.” Chris sneered and muttered. “As if this day couldn’t get any worse.”
You snorted, “Happy to be of service.” Ever since Chris had been assigned to the office, you had butted heads with him. Before Josie, in those three awkward months before you told Javier about your pregnancy, things had been okay. 
It was clear Chris hated you, simply because you were a woman who had the job he wanted, but the depths of his hatred became more apparent when the news broke about your pregnancy and your job — as far as you knew — wasn’t up for grabs.
“Peña, how was your weekend?” 
Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he looked up from typing. “Yeah.” He shrugged a shoulder. “How was yours?”
“Took my lady friend on a little trip.” Chris boasted as he sank down in his chair, stretching his arms out before tucking his hands behind his head. “You get any action, man?”
You focused on the form you were filling out to get your firearm certification approved again. 
“You know how it is,” Javier said vaguely as he shook a packet of cigarettes and tapped it against his palm. “I’ve been working a new informant.”
You knew it was a lie, but it didn’t change the fact that it didn’t sit well with you. Javier had been with you and Josie all weekend. The most action he’d gotten was when you both fell asleep on the sofa at noon because your daughter had decided to stay up the night before. 
There was no new informant, but your brain still came at you with — “What if there was?” 
“You’re a lucky bastard, Peña.” Chris drummed his fingers against the top of his desk, “I don’t seem to have the way with women that you do.”
“I wonder why.” You muttered as you signed your name on the bottom of the form and tucked it back into the folder as you stood up. “Anyone got any other forms that need to be processed? I’m taking this down to Betty.”
“I didn’t know you came back to be our assistant. Maybe this day isn’t fucked after all.” Chris smirked at you as he shuffled through his mess of a desk and tossed a file on top. “There.” 
You offered him a tight-lipped smile as you snatched it up, before turning towards a Javier. “Got anything?”
He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he tucked a cigarette behind his ear. “I’ve got shit to take her before a meeting with the director. I’ll walk with you and catch you up on what you’ve missed.”
“Alright.” You tilted your head to the side as you met his gaze, keeping your expression as impassive as possible. “Hopefully I haven’t missed too much.”
“Same old, same old.” Javier pursed his lips as he got his files together and stood. “It’s nice to have you back in the office. Chris is shit company.”
“You know you love me, Peña.” Chris chided, already focused on whatever work he had piled up on his desk. 
“It’s good to be back.” You said casually, holding the folder against your chest as you walked along beside him. “You didn’t have to come with me.” 
Javier’s fingers curled around your elbow, making you stop now that you were out of earshot, “You know that there’s no informant. Right?” 
You blinked at him, pulling your arm out of his grasp. “Unless she’s hiding under my bed, I didn’t think there was anyone else.” You looked back down the hallway towards where the desks were, before looking back at him. “It’s fine, Javi.”
“Keeping this charade up—“
“Not now.” You scolded him, before starting back in the direction of Betty’s office. He was quick to catch up with you, falling into step beside you. “I just meant that I’ve had to keep up appearances here. You know?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s an adjustment.”
You nodded your head in agreement. “The last year has been an adjustment. But we’re doing what we can.” You held out your hand, “I’ll take the files to Betty for you.” 
Javier smirked at you, “Didn't need to take anything to her.” He told you as he sat the empty folder in your hand and used it as an excuse to brush his fingers over the back of your hand. “But I do have a meeting with the director,” He glanced at his watch. “In ten minutes.”
“See you later?” You questioned with a hopeful smile. 
“Wouldn’t miss it.” A faint smile crossed his lips, before he continued down the hall and around the corner towards the director’s office. 
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 You hadn’t anticipated just how relieved you were to have Josie back in your arms after work. Luciana regaled you with details about the day — nap times, feedings, how curious Josie was about her nephew that she also watched. You had missed all of that and there was no way to get that time back. 
It helped put into perspective how Javier felt. He’d missed out on so much — during your pregnancy, during the birth, in the days and weeks that followed. You missed part of a day and you felt guilty over it. 
But you knew better than to expect that he’d ever talk about it. He tiptoed around the more difficult topics and you didn’t hold that against him. Your entire relationship was difficult and you didn’t see a path forward that made it easier.
Javier was stuck in a weird sort of limbo where he lived two very different lives. 
You cradled Josie against your chest as you peered through the peephole, before pulling open the door to let Javier in.
“There’s my girls,” He said warmly as he smiled at you, before looking towards Josie. “How did she do?”
“Luciana told me she was a dream to watch.” You offered, kissing the top of her head as she cooed softly. “I think we missed her more than she missed us.”
Javier’s hands went to his hips as he nodded his head, “Good.” He scrapped his teeth over his bottom lip as his gaze darted back to meet your eyes. “How are you?”
“Tired.” You shrugged, before walking towards the sofa. “But I’m so glad that I’m back at work. I missed it.”
“It was nice to look across the office and see you sitting there,” Javier drawled out as he pulled off his leather jacket, draping it over the back of the sofa before he sat down beside you. 
“My firearms certification got approved.” You told him as you readjusted Josie in your arms so she could see Javier better. “I’ve got the course on Friday. I’m hoping that it means I have a chance to get back in the field… with you.” 
Javier’s lips drew upwards at the corners, “Yeah?”
“It’s one step in the right direction, at least.” You shrugged. “You wanna hold her?” He nodded and you shifted so you could settle her into his arms. “I think she missed you more than me.”
Javier chuckled, “I don’t know about that, baby.”
You grinned at him, “Look at the way she’s looking at you.” You pointed out, watching as Josie looked up at him with a wide-eyed and marveling gaze. “And I seem to remember the way she was always kicking when you were around.” 
He brushed his knuckles against her cheek gently, “Think we might have a daddy’s girl on our hands?”
“I know we do.” You slid your hand under his arm, curling your fingers around his arm at the elbow as you leaned against him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Are you staying tonight?”
“Do you want me to?”
You squeezed his arm three short times, “Yes.” 
Javier turned his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I won’t be here tomorrow night. I’ve got a lead to work outside of the city. I could swing by, but it would be late.”
“Javier?”
“Hmm?”
You played with the soft hair that curled around his ear, “I trust you.”
“I don’t want to fuck this up, baby.” Javier admitted. “This shit isn’t easy, but it’s worth it.” He exhaled heavily as he stared down at Josie as she curled her fingers around his thumb and tried to suck on it. 
“I know.” You pressed your lips against the curve of his shoulder and let them linger there as you sighed. “But work comes first.”
Javier’s brows drew together, his lips moving like he meant to say something more than a simple, “Yeah.” 
You trailed your fingers back towards the nape of his neck, ruffling the hair there as you watched his face. “I don’t mind if you show up late.”
“I don’t want to wake you up.”
“I’m getting pretty good at surviving on limited sleep.” You whispered, nodding your head towards Josie as she was slowly batting her eyes up at both of you. “I should feed her and get her down for the night.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding. “I’ll go grab my bag out of the car.”
“Alright,” You said softly as you ran your hand down his arm and squeezed. “We’ll be waiting for you.” You promised as you took Josie from him. 
Javier rested his hand on your leg, giving it three squeezes before he hauled himself off the sofa. “We’re good, right?”
“Javi,” You shook your head incredulously. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
He shrugged, dragging his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I’m gonna go grab my bags.” 
You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him walk away, your heart aching just a little at how uncertain he still was in your relationship. You couldn’t blame him — you felt the same way most of the time, you just tried to ignore it. 
Going back to work would be an adjustment. Figuring out how to navigate the duality of your relationship — professional and private — would be a challenge. But it was worth it. 
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marauder-exe · 4 years
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Sick of it- Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Request: I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn...but I would love to see a fic with hotch where maybe he has feelings for the reader who’s in her 20s and she gets injured on the job, leaving her deaf. She’s able to continue working with the BAU but can’t do any extensive field work. She just gets sick of everybody questioning her capability of doing her job.   Sorry if that’s too much lol 🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: bomb explosion, loss of hearing, angsty but happy ending kinda.
A/N: Welcome back to: Reid loves cliffhangers (in actuality she can just never finish fics)
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“Hotch I've told you I'm fine, We got everyone, we detonated all the bombs. Morgan and I are doing a last clearing of the scene, then we’ll be on our way back” You spoke into the phone while continuing to search the area. “Okay, I just-” He hesitated. He couldn't let you know about his feelings. “Your one of the greatest agents this team has ever had, we need you.” He decided to say instead. He always covered his feelings with business. He sighed on the other end of the phone. “Thank you, Aaron” He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat every time you called him Aaron. “i am fine though I prom-” Your words were soon cut short when an ear-splitting explosion echoed through the receiver, quickly followed by a scream of your name from Morgan. His heart dropped. There was a deathly silence. “(Y/N)! Morgan! Whats going on?” His heart clenched at the thought of anything happening to you. He had gained feelings for you around year ago. You had been transferred from Interpol, and quickly proved to the team that you where everything you got cracked up to be. The day he realised it, he felt so guilty. You were 24, he had feelings for a 24 year old. You where old enough to be his daughter. He couldn't do that to Hailey. He tried to repress his feelings. Push so much stuff down on top of them, so he couldn't feel them any more. It never worked though. He turned around to the startled faces of his team, confused by his shout. “Hotch? Whats wrong?” JJ asked, taking in his pale face. “Its-Its (Y/N). i-i heard an explosion and then Morgan shouting her name and then-and then nothing” He dropped the phone he was holding, as if the shock had just knocked him back into action. He ran from the small police room that the team had set up into his jeep. Turning it on, ignoring the shouts of his team, he sped off down the street. “JJ, update the sheriff, me and Reid will go after him” Emily said, loading into her jeep.
The wait was horrendous. It was perhaps the longest wait of his life. Or at least it felt like it. He sat in the uncomfortable hospital chairs, his knee bouncing rhythmically. He was surrounded by the team, it was clear him and Morgan were the most affected though. Morgan having been there when the bomb went off. He thought about everything. The time you shared together. All the days off that were sent together. The laughs that were shared. The tears that were shed. He thought of it all. He also thought about how he didn't tell you. Didn't admit his feelings for you. And no you might die thinking that no one loves you. It was bitter torture, watching the doctors walk in and out of the waiting room, none of them for you. Until finally, a young male doctor approached the team. “uh, Mr Hotchner?” He asked towards him. His head shot up as he immediately walked over to the doctor. “Thats me” “Shes stable. But she did suffer extensive injuries, im aware the bomb was directly next to her?” He nodded. “Shes lucky she survived, but he did. There wont be much permanent damage. Although we don't know to what extent, we imagine she suffered massive hearing loss. We've assessed her and right now she cannot hear anything, she's completely deaf. We don't know if that will improve in the future” The young man informed Hotch. His stomach dropped. He couldn't believe he let this happen. It was all his fault. He let you go. He didn't even come with you to the scene. He could've stopped it. He completely derailed your life. You where 24. You had so much more that you could do. “You can visit her now, she's lucid so she should be fine” The team sprang up to go to your room. They carefully entered the room, hoping not to startle you, Although you already looked panicked. They assumed the doctor told you about your condition. Your head perked up when you saw your team coming through the door. Tears still streamed down your face as Hotch rushed over to you. “Hotch-Hotch, im deaf, im not- im not gonna be able to my job i-” You sobbed as he cradled your face into his hands. He knew you knew sign language but he didn't. He looked around as his teams sad faces. Prentiss looked at him. “I- I know sign language” Emily stepped forward next to your bed, and began explaining everything.
“I can do my job Hotch! Just because I cant hear any more doesn't mean im less able than anyone else out there” You snapped, gesturing to the room full of profilers. It had been a hard 6 months. You had recovered perfectly well, you hearing, not as much. You weren't aloud to do field work any more. You were constantly stuck doing paperwork, or in some stuffy police room. An ignorant comment from a police officer on your recent case had caused you to snap. “i know you can” He tried. Since the explosion, you had mastered lip reading, as well as gotten a hearing aid, as it was more convenient. “So why! Why has everyone been baby-ing me for the past months? Im so sick of everyone, even people I don't know, treating me like im unable to do the job Ive been working for my entire life! Im sick of it” You burst out, glad for the soundproof room. “No one is babying you” He returned. You scoffed and raised your eyebrows. “no ones been babying me? Okay. Dont act stupid Hotch. You see the way everyone acts around me. Constantly stepping on eggshells. I may of lost my hearing but I still have my profiling skills. Even you Big bad boss Hotchner has gone soft, something I never thought id see” “I haven't gone soft” He insisted. He had gone soft. Well he had always been soft for you, but now he showed it. “No? So whats all of it for? The driving me home, checking my place everyday, bringing me take out, making me dinner, bringing Jack around more often, Whats that for then?” You threw your arms around angrily. He was gonna say it. He couldn't stop it. “Its because I love you! I recognised you need help, now I finally have an excuse to do everything ive wanted to do for the last year.” He snapped back. He couldn't believe he had just said that. And by the look on your face, you couldn't believe it either. “What?” You whispered, heart race speeding up.
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Hurt S/o! | Shikamaru + Kiba + Shino | ANGST + Fluff | HC’s
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Request: This is my first request so please forgive and correct me if I do something wrong. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty headcanons for Shikimaru, Kiba, and Shino from Naruto’s reaction to their S/O getting seriously injured protecting them. If the S/O recovers or dies and the enemy is all up to you, I’ve just noticed a real lack in content for them and I’m craving it hard. Please and thank you!
Word Count: 1953 words
Page Count: 5.5 pages
A/N: i got so caught up in writing this it became way too long lmao. im sorry i forgot about naruto :( but i hope you do enjoy the rest! i made sure to end everything well. i have a shit ton of angst requests so i thought id leave this on a happier note :)
Tags: @bipolartryingtosurvive
Shikamaru Nara
- I could see this being during the Hidan fight.
- Hes set the plan in motion at that point.
- And you’re to make sure Hidan is distracted for the time being .
- Hidan may be an ass, but he isn’t dumb.
- He notices how you are keeping him from Shikamaru.
- Fucking LIVID
- You notice how hes shifting your fight closer to Shikamaru until he gets to the point where he definitely can get a deep slash into the Nara.
- You knew he was trying to get to him.
- You were fast, one of the fastest in the village, but that was because you were fairly weak when it came to strength.
- You tried to zip around, gaining speed and momentum, and within seconds- right when Hidan was going to bring his scythe down on Shikamarus neck, you slammed your body to his side.
- Shikamaru flew away as Hidan managed to get a large and deep slash into your body; you felt it start from under the right side of your ribs, curving across your stomach, and finally finished above your left knee.
- You didn’t feel it until you fell to the ground- shock really is a bitch.
- And then you felt the dull sting grow and blood dripped from the wound.
- The stinging grew into a pulsing and unbearable ache, and you knew for a fact he cut through each muscle in the way of his scythe, but your organs were nipped ( at best ) in the process.
- You couldn’t hear what was going on.
- You heard your heart beat in your ears, it was deafening, but you focused on your breathing and trying to keep calm.
- You trained for this- having a close friend beat your ass near death so you could focus on remaining in a state where you could prolong the inevitable.
- Yeah you thought of the most wild scenarios, and managed to prepare for them- turns out it worked out well.
- Once Hidan is buried Shikamaru went straight to you, managing to help out with Ino and Choji, stopping some of the bleeding while getting you to the village.
- You’re passed out at that point, so Ino cauterizes the wounds ends, the part under your ribs and the entire thigh.
- Shikamaru starts freaking at this point, he almost passes out, and Choji has to get his ass back together.   
- Once you get back to the village Tsunade is ready to go, with Sakura by her side your ass isn’t ending up on that stone.
- It takes about four hours to get you all settled, and into a private room, out of critical.
- He’d stay by your bedside, your hand in his till you woke up.
- “Shika…?”
- “Oh my gods, [ Y/n ]!”
- “Hi”
- Your soft giggles helped ease this poor boys heart.
- “You look awful.”
- “Don’t look too hot yourself.”
- “Wow. Okay.”
- “Get up here, you need some sleep. And don’t even deny it.”
- He took off the bulky clothes, only in his pants and tank top, climbing in next to you as you settled your head on his chest.
- “Thank you for taking care of me,”
- “Thank you for not dying.”
Kiba Inuzuka
- Being in Anbu had its ups and downs.
- But mostly downs.
- Okay. Only downs.
- But you managed to find your light, in a childhood friend and now lover.
- Though- he managed to act more like a puppy than a boyfriend at times.
- You didn’t mind though, and you lived your life peacefully after having to leave Anbu due to an injury that limited your eyesight greatly and it hindered all sight starting at arms length.
- Though, when in Anbu, its always- ALWAYS expected to have an old rival or two come back for more, even when one is retired.
- And here you were, walking through the forest with Kiba and Akamaru, talking about his past mission with Hinata and Shino.
- He got so excited to tell you that he didn’t notice the shift in scents in the air, and you couldn’t see ahead or through your peripheral.
- It happened so fast.
- Too fast.
- One second you were smiling with his arms around your waist, his chin on your head as you both laughed with Akamaru yipping.
- The next you were slipping from his arms, and blood was pooled at his arms, the slash at your neck was gruesome.
- Your hands went to your neck as Kiba yelled, Akamaru going after the person who came from the shadows.
- “No. No. No. No. No. No. [ Y/n ], NO!” He was panicking, picking you up quickly as a hand wrapped around your throat, gripping it so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe.
- Almost.
- You learned to stay calm in situations like this, and with Kiba’s harsh grip you didn’t have to waste any energy to help with the bleeding, so you focused on breathing and not getting your heart to pump too fast.
- “Tsunade! Fuck- get a medical nin! Now!”
- He yelled, running into the village again, where many were coming to help you out.
- Akamaru had come back by then, his mouth bloodied as well, but nothing else- indicating he got a good bite on the fucker.
- You made it to the hospital before you lost consciousness, making Kiba worry even more, because THAT was never a good sign.
- He had to be the one to lay you down on the table and his grip never wavered, getting into a sterile room and waiting for some instruction.
- He was freaking out inside, he wanted to cry and let go, just hold you- but you would die if any of that were to happen.
- He had to stay calm for you.
- He wasn’t going to let you die.
- The tell him to let go quickly and all hands go to your neck, working quickly to stop the bleeding, while a nurse came to get Kiba cleaned up and situated.
- His mom even came to help the boy, who looked dead while staring at your room, not even wanting to go in.
- “Boy." 
- Oh did she go off, telling him to go to his girlfriend and be a man.
- He did want to go, but he couldn’t help but feel so… helpless.
- "Helpless? Helpless! Boy, you do understand you just saved your girls life? That if you weren’t there she’d be laying there dead?”
- Kinda rocked his shit, but thanks mom.
- He went into your room alone first, your neck was bandaged and you looked pale, with blood and other IV fluids being attached to your arms.
- He noticed the especially dark bruise on your neck.
- It could have been either from his hand or the surgery, but he still felt bad.
- His mom came in and sat with him on the other side of you.
- They both held your hands and visited you till you woke up.
- “I lived bitch.”
Shino Aburame
- I honestly can’t see his S/o getting hurt so bad.
- Because when you think about it his bug control is OP AF.
- Like he can essentially control you with a bug.
- I would go with someone would be after him, but since they can’t get to Shino- you would be the best option.
- Get hurt him physically so lets do it mentally and emotionally :)
- Poor boy
- I could see this being when your both adults, and teaching the younger generations, including your kids :)
- And you’re chilling on your house rooftop, that you’ve decorated with couches and tables and such, even hanging lights around.
- You had Shino build a retractable sliding glass on top in case it rains.
- If you’re having trouble imagining this- think Fast and Furious ending where everyone is eating dinner together.
- Yeah that’s ya’ll with the rest of the group :)
- You’re relaxing, reading a book and curled into the couch and drinking some tea or coffee or hot cocoa ( THEY’RE ALL VALID ) 
- You had gotten up a second to go to the large chest you had near one of the tables, to pick out a fluffy blanket.
- You never noticed how someone had mixed a poison into your drink, because they were gone before you could even decide on a blanket.
- Your kids would have been home soon, and they knew you liked to hang out up here, especially Shino since he kept the bees up here.
- You settled down and read some more, before taking sips of your drink.
- You noticed it tasted weird, and you had gotten up to check it out you felt your head get light, and your throat was stinging- making you cough horribly.
- You honestly felt like death was coming for you, and you knew something was wrong, but by the time you had gotten to the door you fell down and struggled to breathe.
- “Hey mom, Aponi kicked me-”
- “Shut up! Adonis don’t be- Mom!”
- “Mom?!”
- Your kids started freaking out, with your little girl noticing how strange you looked and saw the cup that was broken at your side.
- “Addy! Get dad! Mom drank something!”
- “Alright! Stay there- I’ll be back!”
- They managed to get their dad and Uncle Kiba, with Aponi looking to the cup- having some of her bugs recognize what was in it.
- “Dad! Its Saifu Ants! Someone poisoned mom with Saifu ants!”
- Shino had gotten some for himself and used their toxins to create an antidote.
- You were currently at the hospital, and declining rapidly, stressing out everyone around you.
- Even Naruto came and the dude is Hokage and is busy as hell.
- “You should all be prepared for the worst.”
- Everyone’s hearts dropped, and Shino couldn’t be there- he was helping making the antidote.
- It took about 20 more minutes until Shino came rushing in with it.
- Everyone made their way to your room and god.
- You were so pale, you honestly looked dead. Your kids only knew you were alive due to the heart monitor and your weak chalkra signature, your breathing was supported by a machine and even then your lungs sounded horrible.
- God Shino worked as hard as he could so fast.
- He felt like his heart stopped, that everything was moving too fast for him and he was going to pass out.
- Thank god his eyes were covered cause he had tears in them the entire time.
- He felt his soul ripping apart, what would he do if you left him so soon? The kids?
- You had gotten the antidote in time- but not before the poison had it’s time with you.
- Your lungs were destroyed and your heart was weak, your muscle was torn down.
- But you made it back to them.
- Everyone held a sigh of relief.
- You were a little off at first- still sleepy and slurring.
- After a few month you were able to leave- with everyone visiting you in the meantime with what had been going on in the village.
- Once you made it home you collapsed on your bed with Shino, easing his heart just a bit.
- Your kids jumped in too, snuggling up to both of you, with Aponi on your chest and Adonis on your stomach.
- “You scared us. Please, don’t do that again.”
- “It’s okay. I told you. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”
- “Like I’d want to.”
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mistymazzello · 4 years
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Cruel Summer | part iv
summary-they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel.
warnings- cussing & angst
word count- 1.6k (it’s short ik ik)
a/n-If you’re from another country, the order of grades in highschool goes freshman, sophomore, junior, senior. also, i hate the way i wrote this chapter but here u go🥺this is really just a set up for the drama that’s gonna happen next chapter
based off of cruel summer by taylor swift
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Joe hadn’t said much about the girl he was bringing. All you knew was that she was coming that night. You thought about not showing up, but you needed to talk to Joe, and you kind of really wanted to see the girl he was bringing, so as you put on your makeup and got ready, you tried to keep some dignity. It was embarrassing that you just broke up with your boyfriend for someone who doesn’t want you anymore, and it was even more embarrassing that Rami and Lucy knew.
Walking into Rami’s house was a death march. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you walked through his front door, Lucy grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze. 
“I’m sorry you have to do this. I know it sucks, and if you ever want to leave, just tell me and we can go.” She said quietly to you.
“Lucy,” you laughed “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” You lied.
“Alright.” she sighed.
You walked down the steps into Rami’s basement and you felt like your throat had closed up when you saw Joe. He was sitting on the couch, a girl with dark curls clung to his side, holding onto his arm as if she was scared. You almost wanted to laugh. 
Lucy said hi to everyone, causing Joe and the girl to turn and look at both of you. Immediately, you locked eyes with Joe, who adjusted his grip on the girl who was practically wrapped around his side. You finally got a good look at her, and she seemed familiar, and you were pretty sure she went to your school. She was pretty, too. You started to wonder if she knew that Joe had tongued you down less than 24 hours ago. You wanted to laugh again.
“Joe, who’s this?” Lucy said, sitting in a chair next to the couch, scooting over to allow you to sit next to her. Gwil and Rami were playing pool while Ben sat in a chair across from the two of you.
“This is Vera.” He smiled. 
“Hi” She smiled. “Thanks for letting me come so last minute”
You smiled and looked at Joe. “I guess it is kind of last minute, isn’t it.”
He glared at you.
“Well, I’m Lucy, and this is Y/N.”
“You look really familiar, Vera, do you go to our school?” You asked,
“Oh, yeah. I’m a Junior.” She said, her smile never breaking. 
Lucy proceeded to talk to her, but you couldn’t. You silently prayed she would do something wrong so that you could hate her, but she continued to be lovely. You watched Joe intently for a while. You watched how he held onto her, how he would whisper things to her, how he treated her the way you had only dreamed of being treated by him. You realized this is what Joe felt the entire time you dated Carter. You tried to convince yourself that Joe only brought her because he likes her, not because he wanted to make you mad. You knew how conceited you sounded thinking that, but you couldn’t help it. It made sense.
You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out. Ben had made a groupchat with everyone except Joe and Vera.
Ben-Does this seem a little weird to anyone else?
Gwilym-YES!!! There’s no way Joe was that close with someone and he didn’t tell us, right?
Ben-That’s what I thought too
Gwilym-Should I ask?
Rami-DO NOT ASK
Lucy-Maybe she’s just a clingy person by nature? Like it doesn’t have to be anything serious for them to act like that
Gwilym-They’re literally ON TOP of eachother
You sighed in relief. So you weren’t crazy.
Ben-If we all left they would 100% be fucking in ur basement rami
Rami-STOP
Lucy-I want to hate her so fucking bad but I CANT!!! WHY IS SHE SO NICE!!!!
You put your phone away and looked back at Joe and Vera. It felt like your heart had dropped to your stomach at this point, and it had only been 20 minutes.
You felt like a time bomb. You needed to tell Joe that you had broken up with Carter, and you needed to tell him how you felt.
“I’m gonna go get some water, do you guys want anything?” Joe said, standing up.
A beat passed and you stood up. “I think I’m gonna come with you.” You said casually.
He looked at you, his lips slightly parted. He knew he couldn’t protest, so he just followed you out the door and up the steps.
Your phone began buzzing as you walked into the kitchen but you were too invested in what you were about to say to look at it.
Gwilym-ASK HIM ABOUT IT
Lucy-^^^
Ben-Ask how long they’ve been a thing
Gwilym-WE WANT ANSWERS
You put your hands on the counter and watched him as he walked over to the fridge. “Joe, can we please talk.”
“I came up here to get water, not to have you mess with my emotions.”
“Please.” You begged softly.
He looked at you and sighed, then sat down at the counter. 
You sat down next to him and took a deep breath. “She’s really pretty.”
He nodded.
“It’s really hard for me to sit down there and watch you with her, when less than 24 hours ago me and you-”
“You can’t get mad, Y/N. You have a fucking boyfriend! You have Carter, I’m allowed to have Vera!” He said. 
“What, so you’re just gonna use Vera to make me mad until I make up my mind?” You shouted back.
“I’m not using her.” He defended.
“Yes you are, Joe!”
“Make up you’re fucking mind, then!” 
“I already did.” You looked at him for a few moments. “I broke up with Carter this morning.”
He immediately looked shocked, his mouth opened then closed.
“For you, Joe. I broke up with him for you.”
“Why?” he asked.
You shook your head and stood up, walking away.
“Y/N, I’m serious, why’d you break up with Carter for me?” 
You kept walking straight towards the front door, not even bothering to go back into the basement.
He grabbed your arm. “Y/N-”
“Because I love you!” You snapped. “And if you want to be with Vera that’s fine, and I know I can’t get mad because I did the exact same thing to you!”
He let go of your arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly.
“I don’t know.” you replied.
A beat passed.
“I love you, Joe. I have for a while. Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”
You both stood there for a few moments and for a second, you thought he might kiss you.
He didn’t.
You didn’t see Vera at all the last week of school. You would think that since it was finals week you and Joe would have been on edge, but there was hardly any exchange between the two of you. It was awkward, and it’s not how you wanted your senior year to end. You didn’t understand how Joe was the one who kissed you first, but now you’re the only one who’s said I love you.
The day of graduation was going by quickly. You were all sitting in the gym, waiting for the ceremony to start. Lucy was crying like she had been all day, everyone was extremely emotional, but you seemed to be in denial. You hadn’t really accepted the fact that your time with your friends was coming to an end, and you didn’t want to. You were standing against the wall, your cap in your hand as you watched all of the people you had grown up with that you would never see in this setting ever again.
Joe slowly walked over to you and stood by you silently.
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” He broke the silence.
“What is?”
“Just like, graduating. It feels like we just started high school and now it’s over.” He stated.
You nodded your head, trying not to think about the fact that the last time you talked to him you told him that you loved him.
“Remember how me and you were like, each other's only friends freshman year?”
You smiled. “Yeah.”
You both stood there for a while, both of you probably thinking about the same thing.
“Haven’t seen Vera all week.” you said.
He shifted. “I don’t like Vera.”
You heard teachers start calling everyone to get in order.
“Why not?”
“I just don’t.”
You looked at Joe expectantly, silently begging him to say something, anything. You wanted him to tell you that he loved you so you didn’t feel so stupid.
“I’ll see you later.” He said. Not what you wanted to hear.
You nodded.
He began to walk away but he stopped himself, then turned around. “By the way, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”
You wanted to ask what he meant, but he walked away. You did ask him if you saying that you loved him was the worst thing he’d ever heard, but this isn’t the kind of answer you wanted. Now you were just confused.
Gwilym was the valedictorian, so he had to give a speech. It was very professional with a few jokes, in perfect Gwilym style. You cried, Lucy cried, Joe cried (hard), even Ben cried. And that’s why, after the ceremony, you felt that it was ok that Joe hugged you. You were both sad, and you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t mean anything, but by the way he set his chin on top of your head and stroked your hair, you couldn’t help but convince yourself that it had to mean something.
You tried to make yourself forget the fact that you were in love with Joe that night. You tried to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to love you back and you needed to stop thinking he was, but everytime he said anything to you, you were convinced the next thing he would say is that he loves you.
He was convinced too, but he couldn’t do it.
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ladyfluff · 4 years
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The Winter Moth.
AN: So, that’s a thing.
Take A Listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8zYrt0c8O4
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Part 1: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187910769149/the-winter-moth
Part 2: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187931399279/the-winter-moth
Part 3: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187951668619/the-winter-moth
Part 4: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187972463059/the-winter-moth
Part 5: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187991542089/the-winter-moth
Part 6: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188032196069/the-winter-moth
Part 7: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188135701749/the-winter-moth
Part 8: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188157169214/the-winter-moth
Part 9: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188178145149/the-winter-moth
Part 10: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188200975359/the-winter-moth
Part 11: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188223638214/the-winter-moth
Part 12: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188245682904/the-winter-moth
Part 13: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188266741184/the-winter-moth
Part 14: This is it.
Part 15: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188330767779/the-winter-moth
Part 16: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188352382894/the-winter-moth
Part 17: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188394866364/the-winter-moth
Part 18: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188417438299/the-winter-moth
Part 19: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188437295619/the-winter-moth
Part 20: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188460736244/the-winter-moth
END: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/188482777089/the-winter-moth
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‘‘Why can’t you just sell some more of-’‘
‘‘You’d like me to sell mother’s ring?’‘
Lucille’s jaw tightened, Thomas knew that his sister loved that ring but in truth that ring was supposed to be his. For when he eventually gets married, it was to be passed down. He let’s her wear it and have it with her seeing as he had no real prospects of marriage. Y/N was far away and they only communicated through letters now, not too often to add to that. His heart had shrunk, he found it hard to find any sympathy for his sister. Having spent his entire life beside her, he was running out of patience. He needed the space, perhaps he could run off. Just for a little while, he’d come back eventually.
‘‘Can I have a bit of privacy, please?’‘
‘‘Thomas, I live here too you know-’‘
‘‘Just leave me alone...’‘
Lucille whimpers, getting closer to him. Why couldn’t she understand the definition of distance? It was all he wanted, just for an hour. How many days he’s spend in his workshop hiding away from her, he just wanted to be able to walk around his own house without having to interact with her. Just once.
‘‘But I-’‘
‘‘Why can’t you just leave me a lone every now and then? I am a man, I need my own space! So please, go do something else than loiter around me all day!’‘
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Thomas strolled through the garden, checking everything though there were still hours to go. The last week had gone by so quickly, Y/N was up on her feet and walking now that she was healing. The matter of her attacker still a mystery, Harold wasn’t having any of it. He truly did try to persuade him to have another look at the situation but Harold was convinced that Roth was the culprit. It was rather obvious, seeing as he was holding the knife in his hand and the blood was smeared over his sleeves and hand. Thomas had his eye on everyone, especially the workers. There was no way he was risking it, today was their day.
He was getting married today.
The joy overwhelmed him, finally his wish would come true. Thomas thinks back to that dark night he spent in the closet after Y/N left, that he wished he could spend his life with her. That they would be together forever, it was happening.
Today of all days, Thomas smiled
He saw the two servants bringing out chairs for the guests, not a lot of them were coming but most of them were Y/N’s relations. Thomas only had one person on his side, his sister but it wouldn’t hurt for her to sit down next to someone from Y/N’s side. Mingle a little bit, he smiled as he saw everything coming together. He should get changed soon, his new vest was waiting for him upstairs. The ceremony would be small, intimate and just right. 
Y/N came up behind him with a small smile on her face, he took her hand into his own as he looked at the archway. Seeing the flowers wrapped around it’s sides. It was perfect, Y/N leaned against him. In an hour the guests will start flooding in and a few more, they will be married in front of all of them. 
‘‘It’s so beautiful...’‘
‘‘It’s our day, it’s bound to be beautiful with or without flowers.’‘
He resisted the urge to kiss her, he wanted to so badly as he hadn’t had a taste of her lips in days. Having to appear gentlemanly in front of her family, he didn’t want them to think of him as an dishonourable man. As hot as the temptation burns, he must resist. Just a few more hours and her lips would be all his to kiss. Thomas leans down and brushes his lips against her cheek.
‘‘What are you thinking?’‘
‘‘How desperately I would like to kiss you.’‘
‘‘Thomas, my mother’s watching...’‘
That she was, Gloria looked on with a smug smile on her face. Thomas immediately withdrew from Y/N, his face flushed a bright pink. He could definitely wait a few more hours to openly kiss his wife without shame.
‘‘Just a few more hours and you’ll be all mine...’‘
‘‘Thomas Sharpe!’‘
Thomas chuckled, Y/N playfully hit his shoulder with her fan.
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Thomas smoothed down his shirt, tucking it into his trousers. He looked at himself in the mirror, it was odd to see himself dressed in such a way. Looking at the embroidered waistcoat that was draped over the back of the nearest chair made him giddy, his new waistcoat. He picked it up and smoothed over the material with his thumb, feeling the little flowers and the swirls that were sowed in. It was beautifully made, he sighs. Alan shouldn’t have gone through the trouble of having this made for him but as his brother in-law thought it a must.
‘‘Thomas?’‘
Lucille had snuck in without much noise, Thomas was startled by her voice. He didn’t turn however, just looked at her reflection in the mirror. He smiled at her, it was a happy day. He popped the collar up and then slipped the waistcoat on, arching his shoulders back. He had slept little last night from the sheer excitement. 
‘‘Can you believe it?’‘
Thomas chuckled and shook his head as he buttoned up his waistcoat, it was a soft ivory colour with a pearl sheen. Y/N would love it, Alan knew his sister the best so Thomas would assume she’d find him handsome in it. Lucille approached him with his cravat in her hands, he shook his head. Not today, she frowns.
‘‘I’ll be wearing Y/N’s silk ribbon today...’‘
‘‘Ribbon?’‘
‘‘She gave to me, the day she-’’
Thomas stopped himself, reaching over to the dresser nearby and picking up the shiny silk ribbon. After all this time it’s kept it’s shape, it looked good as new. Thomas wrapped it around his neck and started working on tying it.
‘‘She gave it to me so I’d never forget her...’‘
Lucille didn’t say anything but she didn’t need too, Thomas tied the ribbon neatly around his collar before popping it back down. Drawing a deep breath to still the raging emotions inside his chest, he was feeling so many different things. Knowing he’s waited for this, he’s dreamt of this and wished for it ardently. Now he gets to have it, the one thing he wasn’t allowed to have was soon to be his. His bitter childhood set aside, his life wasn’t too bad after his father passed. His mother would go easier on him, she wouldn’t hit him unless she became enraged but luckily Lucille was always there to take care of him. It was time for Thomas to step up and repay her for all that kindness, he wanted her to have a life of her own where she didn’t need to worry herself constantly. Which is why he decided to purchase her a modest townhouse fit for a woman as strong as her. He smiled at her, his eyes welled up for a moment to see her clutching onto his black cravat. Squeezing it so tightly, he sighs.
‘‘I’m glad that you’re here with me today...’‘
‘‘I still think you’re making a big mistake, this isn’t you.’‘
‘‘How would you know? Are you going to say that I am my father’s son? That marriage isn’t in the cards for me? Are you implying I’d ever dare lay hands on my wife like our father did our mother? Perhaps you’re trying to warn me that I’d end up torturing my own children, is that it?’‘
Lucille’s mouth opened and closed, like a fish she had nothing to say. Thomas had enough, enough of all of this attitude she kept up. Why couldn’t she just come out with her worries and let him quell them? Thomas was nothing like their father, he’d sooner jump off the London clock tower than be like him.
‘‘This is my day Lucille, can’t you just be happy for me?’‘
‘‘I...’‘
‘‘I would never think myself to be worthy of her but she wants to marry me, she loves me Lucy. The sad little baron of Allerdale...’‘
Lucille frowns and Thomas couldn’t help but groan, he couldn’t deal with this. He quickly grabbed his jacket and put it on, in a few moments he is walking down to the gardens to stand at the altar like he rehearsed. Whether Lucille supported it or not, this was all he ever wanted. If she couldn’t support that, than that is okay. Allerdale was in his name now, she had little say in who or what comes to live in that house. Lucille would have to learn to live with her grudges, whatever those were. Thomas ran his fingers down his covered stomach, calming the moths.
‘‘This is the beginning of my happiness, one day you’ll find your own.’‘
He was ready to get married, now was the time.
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The guests all stood as the bride was being walked down the aisle by her father, Thomas couldn’t contain himself. Covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he attempted to gain his composure, how he could simply run down and lift her off the ground. Simply run away from here, take her home and start their new life but first he needed to give her the ring. He smiled at her, Y/N looked down, hiding behind her veil. She looked beautiful, everyday she does but to see her don the ivory dress was enthralling. To think that their wedding night isn’t too far away, a blush crept into Thomas’s cheeks. He couldn’t think of that now.
‘‘Take good care of her, won’t you Sharpe?’‘
Thomas took Y/N’s hand as Harold gave her over to him, he couldn’t imagine what it was like for him to see his only daughter get married. He smiled nodded, he promised with all he had. It would be cast in gold, Y/N took another step forward and then turned to meet him. Thomas couldn’t take his eyes off of her. However his eye managed to travel over to the guests sitting down in their seats, Lucille still clutching the black cravat in her hands. He was sad that she didn’t approve but he knew she would change her mind one day. If it were her, Thomas would’ve supported her. Stood with her to the end, Y/N smiled at him.
‘‘We are gathered here today to bear witness to holy matrimony...’‘
The priest’s words seem to fade out as their eyes met, she smiled from behind the veil. Thomas wanted nothing more than to tear it away and to kiss her like there was no tomorrow, it was a warm and sunny day. The birds were all singing together in celebration and the butterflies stilled on their flowers as if they were watching. The flowers slightly moved as the gentle breeze rolled through the gardens, surrounded by the trees and warmed by the sun. This was exactly how it was supposed to be, to them there was no one else but them present.
‘‘Where’s the lad with the rings?’‘
Thomas snapped out of his trance and looked around to see Alan’s son distracted and looking away from the reception. Y/N giggled which caught Theodore’s attention, he scrambled to his feet which caused the audience to share a little laugh. Theodore’s face now bright pink, got up to the archway and handed the rings over to Thomas and Y/N before returning to his seat next to his father. Thomas huffs as he looks down to see the smaller gold ring in his hand.
"Do you Thomas Sharpe, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?"
Thomas let out a soft laugh which made Y/N smile, he slowly slipped the ring on her finger. It was happening, he puffed out his chest proudly.
‘‘I do.’‘
"Do you Y/N, take Thomas Sharpe to be your lawfully wedded husband, promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?"
‘‘I do!’‘
She didn’t hesitated, Thomas’s heart couldn’t be any fuller. Looking down at his finger that now had a gold ring on it, he was married. His chest heaved as he looked back at her, he felt a loud joy threatening to burst out of his chest.
‘‘I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride...’‘
Thomas carefully lifted the veil, revealing her flushed face. She looked so beautiful, he carefully cupped her cheeks with his hands. Her face was warm, Y/N was practically glowing in the moment. She giggled, as he leaned in. The two shared a kiss in front of the now cheering guests, everyone now stood up and applauding. Thomas wasn’t ready to let go, deepening the kiss just a bit. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him.
‘‘Alright, I believe that is more than enough Mr. Sharpe.’‘
Thomas couldn’t help but laugh.
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The wedding party went on, they had no real intent on going to Allerdale today. Y/N wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet and Thomas could understand how hard it must be, he smiled as he waltzed with her. The guests either watching with smiles on their faces or too occupied with conversations to care, not that it mattered. This was their day, Y/N laughed as he turned her around. The train of her dress wouldn’t allow for much waltzing but they made due, they slowed down. Thomas pressed a small kiss to her lips without much care in the world, he had the freedom to do that now. Without having to deal with onlookers being appalled, Lucille had gone to bed early which did dampen his spirits but no matter now that he had Y/N in his arms. The long awaited forever had now begun, she was his and belonged only to him as he did to her.
‘‘I’ve waited so long for this...’‘
Thomas pressed his forehead to hers, pressing her tightly against his chest. Y/N only hums, she could understand. Seventeen years was a long time but if he had no other choice, he would’ve gladly waited seventeen more. Luckily, he didn’t have too. He gently swayed with her as the music died down.
‘‘I cannot wait to go home with you...’‘
‘‘We have so much to look forward to darling.’‘
She laughs and wraps her arms around his neck, a soft sigh escapes her. Her brother had danced with her earlier and her father as well, he wouldn’t blame her for being tired. Thomas would carry her up the stairs right now if she asked, her parents had moved Thomas into her bedroom now that they were married. It was the one thing he was nervous about but by the end of the night, he would do everything in his power to make it a night to remember.
‘‘Can I keep you?’‘
She laughed and pressed her lips to his with a smile.
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He slowly unlaced the front of her dress, the desire to see her was overwhelming. Y/N couldn’t help but gasp as he ripped the strings out. He had shed his jacket and waistcoat, the now unbuttoned shirt still remained. Y/N’s hands softly pressed against his bare chest, her hands were so small. Warm and so perfect, he pressed his lips to hers as he let the dress fall down to the floor. Leaving Y/N in nothing but her nightdress she had worn below, it was all happening. He let out a shaky breath as he took in the exposed skin of her chest. The tops of her breasts poking out from the neckline.
‘‘We don’t have to...’‘
‘‘I’m not scared-’‘
‘‘But are you ready for me? Your thoughts matter to me.’‘
‘‘I...’‘
Thomas’s fingers trailed over the soft skin, his urged to knead her flesh had become most urgent but he would stay his hand if she wasn’t ready. He didn’t want her to force herself, that wasn’t love. He knew that it wasn’t love, love was acceptance and soft joy. He wanted her to be ready, her purity was now his but he wouldn’t take it from her unless she allowed him too. Unless she wanted him too, he could feel hear heart beating underneath the hot skin. She gasps at the touch of his cold fingers against her skin, he could see the peaks of her breasts poking through the see through night dress. 
‘‘I have dreamt of this moment, that I’d make love to you like this- Are you ready for me?’‘
‘‘Yes...’‘
Thomas took her hands and pulled her back towards the bed, turning around and sitting her down. He smiled, the soft glow of the fireplace faintly lit up the side of her face.
‘‘I love you, I always have. From the moment I laid my eyes on you all those years ago, you set me free. My reason to live, my everything...’‘
He sat down next to her, pressing his lips to her shoulders.
‘‘Oh Thomas...’‘
This night was theirs for the taking.
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wwhitewwolff · 5 years
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Good morning
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Warnings: cheating, insecurities, lies, angst, misleading storyline?? This one is long
Summary: when Bucky stops texting his long distance girlfriend good mornings each morning she gets suspicious, going back to America to visit him she's in for a surprise she had never expected.
A/N: guess who's writing again? No one because no one guessed because like 3 people will read this and it will be dead forever *shrug* I feel like this storyline is really misleading so, sorry? Also AOS is a main theme for this but if you don't watch the show it really doesn't matter
This is Bobbie btw for anyone who wants to know what she looks like for this
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It had been over a year since you had seen your boyfriend, well properly seen your boyfriend, moving back to England was a hard decision for you but you knew it was the best one, you knew that taking the promotion was the best thing you could do but your mind was still constantly plagued with insecurities and worries, but you knew Bucky wasn't like that, he could never? Could he?
It had started about 3 months ago, his usually cheerful morning texts which never failed to bring a smile to your face had stopped, almost ceased to exist, from his constant hey, baby! How's my gorgeous girl? To his babyyy! Wake uupp! It's been too long! Facetime me when you're free my pretty doll. his morning texts had fallen to a simple hey or I'm busy we'll talk later and the main fact he never bothered to text first anymore had caused your usual insecurities to skyrocket, why did he never have time to send you a simple hello anymore? Or more importantly who meant he didn't have the time?
Your phone buzzed as you say in bed, mind plagued by thoughts, you immediately shot up, hopefully Bucky had gone back to usual? Opening your phone you had found a simple text from your boss Phil 'meet me in the headquarters at 10', why was Phil in England? More importantly why did he need to see you?
Standing up you prepared yourself for the day to come.
"Hey y/n/n!" Your good friend and teammate Bobbi chirped as she brought you your regular morning drink
"mornin' Bob" you slurred out as you wrapped your coat around your frame tightly, shivering as you took in the very open windows.
"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Argh! No! Stop throwing things at me!" Hunter shrieked as Bobbi began throwing pillows at him.
"Wow, adorable couple" you mumbled as you took in the pair, after getting remarried the pair had fallen deeply in love once again, you wished you could have that but unfortunately being the director of S.A.B, shield associations Britain you barely had the time to speak to Bucky, yet alone the time to break up with him or move on, whereas normal couples may have fallen apart you were way to busy to even think about dating or parties or even making new friends, you stuck to your own lane.
"hunter! Barbra!" A familiar, fatherly voice boomed as the familiar figure of Phil Coulson stepped into the office, taking in the pair he hadn't seen since Russia "I thought you two were never coming back to shield?" He grinned happily
"we could never leave our dear y/n alone in a country! She's so far into work she hasn't even been shopping yet!" Bobbie exasperated "and please, Phil! Dont call me Barbra! Barbra is far worse than any possible nickname you could give me!" The blonde grinned cheekily
"Bobbie, stop being so dramatic, we went shopping last month!" You shook your head playfully as you took a seat at your desk, gesturing for Phil to sit opposite you beside Hunter -who had perched himself happily onto one of the plush leather chairs-
"I need you to come back to New York for a while" Phil stated softly
"what? Really? Ohmygosh nofreakingway!" You shrieked happily
"English, y/n/n!" Hunter playfully chided, wagging a finger at you as you practically glowed, you had missed your friends and especially Bucky.
"when?" You asked excitedly
"next month, I'm sending agent Piper to hold things down till you get back here" Phil smiled at the young woman, barely reached her late 20's and still so experienced yet full of life. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the h/c girl jump up and start rambling.
• time skipy•
The buzz of the quinjet filled your ears as you stepped off, e/c orbs wandered as you took in the familiar tower in which your boyfriend and some of your closest friends lived, sighing deeply you grabbed Bobbi's hand and quickly guided her to the doors
"nervous?" She asks over the low rumble of the quinjet ascending back into the air and back to the main s.h.i.e.l.d base. Turning your head to face Bobbi you opened your mouth to deny but quickly remembered how useless it would be- you knew the spy since s.h.i.e.l.d academy! She knows you better than you do and vice versa
"I don't know why, b! I mean I'm going to see some of my best friends AND my boyfriend!' you blurted out exasperated, anyone walking past might have looked at you like you're crazy but Barbara Morse was your best friend in the entire world and she had seen much worse than you screaming out into the rough winds.
"y/f/n" she stopped walking abruptly piping your linked arms backwards with her "has Bucky been acting weird with you?" She asked inquisitively, shrugging you immediately regretted not speaking to her about Bucky before, she would have helped. "Oh y/n/n; you didn't you tell me? No wonder you're so skitterish today! Whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing too big, Bucky loves you and I can even tell that without meeting the man! He's probably on a mission or something, he IS an avenger" Bobbi calmly rubbed your back as she spoke, guiding your hand to the identification scanners.
"thanks Bob, you always know how to make me feel so much better. I love you" you sighed dreamily, aiming to annoy the woman "oh you cow! Stop being so corny!" The blonde laughed aloud and she lightly smacked your hand, walking into the escalators you began calming your nerves, you felt like a giddy teenager going to her first date. And you hated it. The fact that a few stupid texts had lead you into this trivial paranoid stage had fully set into your mind. It was Bucky for god's sake! James Buchanan Barnes, the same James who stumbled over his words when asking you out, the same bucky who arrived an hour early to pick you up for said date and almost died when he realised, the same Mr Barnes who quit the avengers (although for 10 minutes) to be with you. He was your Bucky and you don't need texts to know that.
As the elevator doors pinged open you and Bobbie stepped out and into the large lounge which occupied the avengers.
Looking up Steve's mouth gaped open before jumping up and accidentally flipping the table over as he ran towards you "Y/N/N! YOU'RE HERE OH MY! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! I MISSED YOU!! AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW HE-" Steve blabbered out as he squeezed hugged you tightly, barley taking in anything he was saying you were quick to end his ramblings
"'tevie! I've missed you and all but shhhh inside voices remember" you laughed as the soldier nodded looking like a lost puppy
"sorry y/n/n but I've missed my best friend so-" this was when Bobbie felt to make her presence known "hold up! Wait a minute! If anyone is y/f/n's best friend; it's ME. So sit down mate, she's mine" bobbie stated proudly, reminding you of your (then) puppy when meeting Bucky
Shaking your head you introduced Bobbie and greeted everyone else, sitting down inbetween Pietro and Wanda you looked around the room, the obvious man who wasn't in the room still plagued your mind "hey,guys where Bucky?" You asked with a small smile, the avengers a looked at you as if you'd grown 2 heads "what? Can't I see my boyfriend?" You laughed, greeted with silence you stood up "I check I'll check his room then?" You asked wearily before all but sprinting our the room, barely noticing how the room erupted and bob and Steve had run after you.
The elevator door closed as soon as you stepped inside, you were so confused, why was everyone so shocked? Especially when you called him your boyfriend? And Steve looked mortified! Taking a deep breath you stepped out and walked to your "boyfriends" door
"hmm yes buck!" A feminine voice sighed from the room as you neared it, stopping about a step away from the door you could almost feel the tears gathering in your e/c orbs, pushing them away you stopped to listen...not a sound came out, your mind must have been playing tricks surely!
Gulping a big breath of air you stepped forwards and opened the door quickly "Bucky! Surprise! I'm- Oh my god" your playful tone turned quiet and lifeless and you took in the scene Infront of you, bucky laying almost naked ontop of a scantily clad Natasha
Steve knew something was wrong the moment you asked for Bucky, why would she ask where Bucky is? Bucky had told the team he broke up with her to date Natasha MONTHS ago, then y/n called him her boyfriend and the entire team was stunned as it dawned onto steve.
Bucky didn't break up with his girlfriend, he was cheating on her with Natasha whilst the girl was off being a good person in England.
Steve quickly ran after his friend, Bobbie following shortly after as they attempted to keep up with the h/c girl, when the elevator doors closed quickly the man knew he was far too late.
"Rogers? Care to explain?!" Morse snapped as she stared up at the giant of a man
"buck...no" too in shock to believe Bucky, HIS Bucky would do this, words Jumbled and the man leaned against the wall awaiting the lift to come
"spit it out Rogers! If something is wrong with my best friend I need to know!" Barbara placed a hand onto the blondes arm, staring into his eyes as she searched for answers
"Bucky said they broke up, he's been seeing natasha since October"
Bucky knew he'd messed up, quickly scrambling off of natasha and throwing the blanket over her barely clothes body the ex assassin stared up at his girlfriend...well ex now he guessed
"you... little...I can't even.." you gasped out as you stepped back into the hallway
"y/n! Baby no!" He cried running after you
"OH FUCK OFF BARNES" your calm yet betrayed tone turned Malicious as you turned too him in a rage and screamed, the other avengers at this point had caught up and we're watching shocked, they had seen your angry side of the field or in life or death situations (or scariest of all, during monopoly) but never had you ever screamed or raised your voice at any of them and here you were fists clenched and body shaking as you stated at the man Infront of you.
"YOU ARE HONESTLY THE MOST EVIL MAN I'VE EVER MET! WHILST IM OUT THERE WORKING SO HARD FOR SHIELD YOURE WHORING AROUND WITH THAT SLAG?!" You screamed, natahsa at this point had stepped out and stared at you in shock
"Hey! You want a punch, bitch?!"
"she's not a slag!" The pair yelled at the same time, this just fueled your rage.
"OH FUCK OF! DON'T KID ANY OF US NATASHA YOU SLEEP YPUR WAY THROUGH LIFE AND YOU BARNES IM SURPRISED YOU EVEN GOT NATASHA SEEING AS YOURE SO FUCKED UP I'M EVEN SURPRISED YOU GOT ME!" you had no idea where this was coming from but rage and pain from all these few months had come crashing down on you
Feeling a familiar and protective arm wrap around your shoulders you expected the figure to pull you away, or hug you, or calm you but no- Barbra Mose does NOT tolerate betrayal and most certainly not when it's directed at her best friend
"you're surprised? Babes, the whore has probably slept around with half the world, i mean the cheap cunt probably had to flash her saggy boobs and that bitch ran to her with open arms" Bobbie stated, her voice strong and insulting yet everyone without even knowing this woman could tell that she was about to commit a murder.
"let's go, hun" bobbie stated, your energy gone as you pushed through the team behind you, however you stopped and turned to see that Bucky and natasha, although looking guitly had traveled to eachother, you turned back to face them and took menacing steps towards them, as soon as you were in range of the pair you cocked your fist back and bought it to the throat of your boy- your ex.
"bye Barnes, rot in hell with this demon of a woman"
And with that you called Phil, you wanted to disconnect the avengers from the S.A.B and told him that you would be extending your trip; it was time to step up as director, you were here now and your job was to make sure Sheild is at the top, and no sex obsessed dick of an ex is gonna break you.
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Okay it's so bad I know but the first parts were in my drafts for so long and I need to start writing again, I accidentally deleted my Steve imagine AND the first Bucky imagine so I'm trying to get those back but I'm also trying to actually right again. No one's gonna read this I know but it was a fun idea I had that strayed far, plus as long as I like my writing I'll keep doing it and maybe I'll do a part 2? Idk
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