#This reminded me of when I was younger and how I'd wait for the water to completely drain before getting out

[sinfullyrosey]

Bobbing for Apples

Epel Felmier X GN!Reader

Warnings: Blowjob, Bath Sex (orally only)

Congrats, you’re Vil’s cousin in this fic for the sole purpose of pissing Vil off even more! Also, I had originally wrote this up with a male, crossdressing Reader in mind, making the bath scene less awkward, but changed it to gender neutral since no pronouns or physical traits are given.

All Characters are 18+

Laughter rang out at one of the more secluded spots of the Pomefiore Dorm as two figures were playfully giving chase. It had just rained and cleared up, leaving behind a fresh, crisp scent in the air and rain puddles scattered throughout the cobblestone pathways and grassy patches. Some of these very puddles comprising of not just leftover rainwater, but dirt that mixed into a slurry of soupy mud.

Mud that was now covering both you and the little apple farmer as you threw balls of the brown muck at each other in an impromptu mud fight. It had started with the two of you just going on a walk together, out getting some fresh air as Epel showed you around, your cousin being too busy with dorm duties to do so himself.

Only for it to turn into an outright brawl after you jumped into one of the puddles, splashing some of it onto the boy’s poor uniform and sending him into a tizzy at what his dormleader would do if he saw it. You merely laughed it off, poking fun at his rather cute, frustrated expression. In retaliation, he scooped up a small amount of mud and threw it at you, knocking your sunhat clear off.

You gasped and puffed your cheeks as he held back laughs. Narrowing your eyes, you bend down to retrieve your hat, filling it with mud, and unassumingly walking over to him. Before he could ascertain what you were up to, you quickly flopped the hat onto his head, showering his lavender locks in liquidy brown.

And while he was still reeling over what you had just done and trying to process his emotions, you grabbed onto either side of the hat’s brim and pulled him into a deep kiss. His powdered cheeks darkened into a bright red, resembling little apples. You pulled away and smiled at him.

Only for him to smirk and take your hat off to shove it back onto you, mud seeping into your own now messy locks.

And it all went downhill from there.

What was just supposed to be a simple tour of the dorm, now became an outright war between you, the relative to the Schoenheits and him, the reluctant Pomefiore student. Both were an absolute mess, hair tangled and sticky with clumps of mud. Some of his and your makeup had since started to run off. You even forgot about your hat in the scuffle.

Taking in his disheveled appearance, you couldn’t help but cover a hand over your mouth to stifle the giggles.

“Haha, if only Vil could see you now.” You teased, now settling down and looking for your discarded hat.

Epel froze up and gawked at the flippant audacity of your jab.

“Don’t even joke ‘bout that! If Vil saw how mussed up we are right now, he’d have a cow!”

“More like a whole barn.” You deadpanned.

The little Felmier blinked at your weighted retort before bursting into a laughing fit. His head flung back as the slew of chuckles escaped past his wide grin. You grinned and joined in, letting out muffled giggles of your own. An absolutely blissful moment shared between the two of you.

“Epel! Y/N! What in the name of Pomefiore are you two spudlings doing?!”

The both of you jumped at the all-to-familiar voice of the blond queen himself. You both looked over to see Vil stomping his way over to the two of you, a stern, disapproving scowl on his usually pristine face.

“Oh no…” Epel mumbled out, mentally preparing for the earful he was about to receive.

Also concerned, but significantly less so, you gently picked up your discarded hat and brushed off the mud and grass, now clutching the brim in your hands as your older cousin stared you and Epel down.

“Vil, we were ju-“

“Hush now sweet potato. Epel, how dare you act in such an uncivilized manner and drag my own cousin into your uncouth nonsense! Just look at you, you’ve ruined, and quite possibly stained, your uniform! Your makeup is just too dreadful to look at! You’ve got mud and Sevens knows what else in your hair! And you-!”

Vil now turns his attention to you, eyes blazing with dissatisfaction and judgement.

“Look what you’ve done with your dress! Your brand new, elegant dress is ruined! Covered in mud and soaked all the way through! Do you know what material that dress is made from, Y/N?!”

You both looked down in shame and embarrassment.

“I’m so disappointed in you both.” He sighed. “Now you’ll need to be scrubbed down to get that gunk and grime off you. And then I have to reapply your makeup and redo your hair all over again…“ He trailed off, mentally having to check off all the tasks he’ll have to do to make you two presentable again.

Epel’s face flushed at the comment about being scrubbed down, knowing the implication behind it, being all-to familiar with the extent of Vil’s methods. He stole a glance at you to see your unaware, still ashamed frown. He looked back up at Vil, gulping.

“You… you do mean that we’ll be bathing separately, right..?”

Vil crosses his arms, eyebrow quirked up, and gave a Look.

Epel’s face darkens.

“This is just embarrassing…”

Epel grumbled as more warm water was dunked onto his head, cascading through his hair and down his face. The stream of water dripped into the tub, painting the water in a light brown from the dirt and other residue. His head was gently yet forcefully tilted up.

“Keep your head up Epel. You’re going to get mud in your eyes.”

Another dunk of water before the shampoo was applied, the scent of honey and apples not lost on the young Felmier. He could only sigh and pout as manicured fingers massaged their way through his tangled, curly locks, lathering it more and more.

“I’m a grown ass adult. I don’t need anyone bathing me.” He mumbled.

“Language.” Vil scolded, sitting next to the rather large tub, sleeves rolled up while he scrubbed all the dirt out of the younger male’s hair.

The whole ordeal was embarrassing enough, with Epel being stark naked in front of not only his dormleader, but now his friend-turned-crush-turned-‘possible romantic partner?’ After all, you did kiss him on the mouth earlier, so that’s got to count for something, right?

You sat in the same tub as him, though at a distance, back turned to him as you washed your own hair while Vil washed Epel’s. You were also bare, but with all the suds from Vil’s bubble soap acting as a barrier, it’s not like either of you could see each other. Epel snuck a glance your way in an attempt to gauge your reaction to all of this, only to have the same hand from before roughly grab his chin and turn it away from you.

“Eyes forward, Felmier. Don’t even try to sneak a peek at my little cousin.”

“I wasn’t-!”

“Hush. And that means you too, Rook.” Vil warned.

A brief shuffling was heard from the bathroom doorway before going silent once more.

Vil tilted Epel’s chin up once more and dumped another cup of water onto his head to rinse it. Once the dormleader had finished cleaning the last of the mud from his dormmate, he checked to see if his cousin had finished before preparing to take his leave.

“I’ll give you two some time before we move onto the rest of the routine. I’ll be getting things ready and set up, so don’t dottle too much!”

And with that, Epel and you were finally alone to relax.

Shyly, Epel tried peeking over at you again to see you just finishing up rinsing your hair. You were still facing away from him, but he caught a glimpse of bare shoulder and got too nervous, turning his head away. The bubbles may hide yourselves from each other, but the thought of being so close while exposed still sent the poor boy’s heart racing.

The memory of you kissing him earlier played on repeat in his head. How you had pulled him close with such confidence, without hesitation. The feeling of your soft lips against his and how it took his breath away. The sudden spark that ignited in his head, sending off a slew of fireworks for the briefest of seconds.

“You should probably pull the stopper out so the water can drain.”

He was broken away from his daydreaming, processing what you had just said. The stopper? Drain the water? Oh, the tub’s stopper, right, you and him need to get out and dry off before Vil scolds you two again.

He pulled the stopper out and put it aside, then looked around for where Vil left your towels, to see them on the countertop. The countertop that was out of arms reach. Meaning either you or he would have to get out of the tub to grab them, leaving either exposed to the other.

His face flushed again.

“Dagnabbit…” He muttered under his breath.

Maybe he could use the remaining soap bubbles to cover himself and quickly grab a towel for himself, then toss you the other one? Or maybe you could grab your own towel while he looked away? But what if you thought he was just trying to be a creep and sneak a peek while you grabbed your towel? What if you called for Vil and he got his ass handed to him for trying to perv on his cousin?!

“Hey, Epel.”

At the soft call of his name, he instinctively turned to you, only to come face-to-face with you, a mere inch from his face. Your noses were nearly touching and your eyes were looking at him with lidded adoration. When did you get so close?!

He didn’t have time to question as you leaned your body closer, grabbing onto the side of the tub to steady yourself. A familiar twinkle of mischief sparkled in your eyes as you grinned at him.

“Do you want to have some fun before we have to deal with Vil?”

Mind racing, his face felt even hotter at the suggestion, unable to believe what he was hearing. Surely you couldn’t mean what he thought you meant? Surely he was just projecting! There’s no way the cousin to the Vil Schoenheit wants to do that with him, and in such a place so close to said cousin!

“What kind of fun?”

Your grin widened as a hand carefully reached down and he nearly jumped as it came into contact with his semi-hard dick, still submerged in the remaining water. You palmed at his member, fondling his balls and pumping along the length, making him harden under your touch. He bucked his hips, splashing some of the water and making you giggle.

“The kind that would make Vil pop a blood vessel and ruin that pretty face of his if he ever found out.”

That got his attention.

You tilted your head, lazily stoking his dick while you waited for an answer from your partner in crime. Hazy blue eyes looked at you, then towards the closed door, seemingly contemplating, before finally looking back at you. This time, he matched that sparkle in your eyes and smirked in that same way that made you fall for him in the first place.

He suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you in for a messy kiss, much like how you did before, catching you off guard and making you near topple onto him.

Guess that was an enthusiastic yes.

Epel watched, memorized, as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. Your mouth swallowing down the full length so easily, lips wrapping around his girth and cheeks hollowed out to make room.

He couldn’t help but to stare at you, even when your eyes caught his gaze. They were half lidded and drunk from sucking on his hard length. They looked almost glassy, like a porcelain dolls, beautiful irises unfocused with a few tears gathered at the corners.

You smiled around his cock, tongue licking the underside and lips slurping noisily. Your hands were busy fondling his balls, gently massaging them and raking your manicured nails to elicit twitching from his member. You gave a suck before popping off his member to properly speak.

“You taste so sweet, Epel. Like apples!~” You slurred, looking up at him with pure adoration and lust. You licked off some of the precum from the tip and chuckled when it twitched once more. “I could just eat you up a~all day.~”

Pride swelled in his chest as the young farm boy couldn’t help but smirk giddily. Knowing that he was that attractive, that you’d be willing to get down on your knees and blow him all day, was a huge boost for his ego, especially considering your status. His dick was just too good to pass up, a true mark of manliness!

‘Ha! How’s them apples, you pompous asshole?!’ He mentally jeered while you continued to slurp all over his cock.

With his newfound confidence, Epel grabbed at your still soaking wet hair, and pushed you down onto his cock, properly deepthroating you. Your eyes blew wide from the sudden intrusion poking at the back of your throat, making you gag and sputter around him. The tightening of your throat egged him on as he began to roughly bob your head along his length. All the water was drained by this point, offering him more room to position himself and you so that he could use your mouth like a proper fleshlight (without drowning you by accident).

He harshly thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly while you tried to keep up. The audible sounds of squelching and slurping echoed in the bathroom as a few tears fell and ran down your cheeks. You can’t recall ever being treated so roughly before, like you weren’t made of glass and could break at the slightest touch. It was all just so messy and rowdy and thrilling..!

His thrusts started to become more irregular and slow, focusing on being more precise and deep. His grip on your locks grew tighter and he held you close as he gave one last thrust, pushing his dick as far as it’d go. You felt him twitch and suddenly, tasted the burst of a wave of hot, creamy fluid rush into the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow.

You sputtered, unprepared as some stray semen squeezed past your lips and drip onto the tub, mixing in the soapy suds that had yet to dissipate. He held you in place until he was sure that he had completely emptied in you. Only then did he finally let go and lean back, allowing you to slip his dick out with a noisy pop.

Panting, trying to catch his breath, Epel looked down at you to see your flushed face and open mouth dripping with his sticky release. Your eyes looked glazed over, lidded as they stared up at him tiredly. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

You looked completely fucked out and if it was the hottest thing Epel has ever seen-!

Too lost in his daydream, he hadn’t noticed you lavishing his cock in attention once more, warm mouth sucking and lapping up the stray cum. After cleaning him up, you finished him off with a kiss on his reddened tip and smiled up at him. He gave a crooked smile in return.

“Better hurry and get dried off. Vil’s probably impatiently waiting for us.”

Oh, right, he had completely forgotten about that. Ugh, back to the same old grind…

The two of you made quick of drying off, brushing through your hair, and cleaning up any evidence left behind from your activities. Once you were both dressed and presentable, you made your way out of the bathroom and towards where Vil had everything set up and ready to go. Vil looked displeased and impatient but gestured for the two of you to sit down.

Epel nodded and did as he was told, but as you two made your way over to the seating, you leaned close to his ear and quietly whispered, so only he could hear.

“Next time, I’ll let you put it in me.~”

You giggled at his flushed face and gave a quick kiss to his cheek, making him grow even redder. Vil scolded you for such action, but you simply ignored him and sat down prim and proper. Epel shuffled his way over to sit next to you, gaze facing the ground in embarrassment and secret pride.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST #TWST Smut #Epel Felmier Smut #Epel Felmier X Reader #GN!Reader #This reminded me of when I was younger and how I'd wait for the water to completely drain before getting out

[vilhelios]

— WAIT FOR ME / I'M STILL SOMEWHERE ;

( you're getting older without me and i'm getting scared ) ; in which rafayel still hopes that there's a life where this works — where you do not crush his bleeding heart in your hands, & he still loves you despite, despite, despite.

cw: not beta read; spoilers for abysswalker rafayel's "sea of golden sand" myth, "fragrant dreams" card, "siren's song" anecdote, & main story ch. 7; angst ; some fluff ; mentions of blood, injury & death ; theories + headcanons about mc & rafayel's past lives ; kinda pretentious rafayel lore analysis ( can't help it, i just love him a lot! )

"RAFAYEL, do you think we're lovers in every universe?"

in the stillness of the night, as he mindlessly draws designs on your skin with his thumb, rafayel lies through his teeth: "yeah. i'm sure we are."

it's all he can manage. how do you tell your lover—your dear, sweet muse, whose presence makes the sea of your heart ebb and swell—that you've wondered the same thing lifetimes ago, and know the answer with bittersweet certainty? you continue talking about an article you read, in the morning—something about "consciousness energy fluctuations" and "that feeling of deja vu" and "soulmates."

and rafayel wonders, humming along to your rambling, if that's what you two are: soulmates.

"i wonder what we're like." you sigh, burrowing your head into the warmth of his chest. surely you can hear the rapid thrumming of his heart—he can't help it, the organ so helplessly weak in your presence. "you're the most creative man i know; got any ideas?"

"i think," rafayel starts, runs his fingers through your hair, "there's a life where i'm a merman, you're the human i've fallen deeply in love with, and the barrier between the waves and the shoreline is all that's stopping us."

rafayel remembers being younger, lifetimes ago. he remembers swimming upstream, through a little river that becomes a smaller creek, settling by your quaint home. he remembers playing you a song on his flute, an elegy for lemuria that became your song. he still remembers your head peeking out from the window and the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen staring down at him. you were like sunflecks dancing upon the water's surface—dazzling—and he, denizen of the deep dark sea, couldn't help but fall in love. he gave you his heart, his blood, his voice.

"hmm... reminds me of an old fairy tale." you press a kiss to the beauty mark on his chest, your lips curving into a smile against his skin. right above where his heart is, where the proof of your pact would shine bright. "do you think you'd have gotten a pair of legs and we'd live happily ever after on land?"

"of course i would've." rafayel smiles.

(he does not think about the way his voice grew hoarse as he sung lemuria's elegy. he does not think about the dagger he'd clutched so tightly in his hidden hand, as you approached him on the shore. he does not think about the hug, the warmth of your body making his resolve flutter. the warm blood on his hands, in the water, seeping from the heart he once loved and now carved out and cradled. he does not think about returning to a ruined lemuria, everything he's ever loved ripped away from him in a night.)

"then i like that one. what about another? knowing how we quarrel, do you think we were royalty hailing from opposing kingdoms?"

"hmm, close. i'd say that i'm an assassin, sneaking into your lovely highness's bedroom window."

"hah! i can see that." his heart flutters when he hears you giggle. rafayel wishes he could trap that beautiful sound inside a conch shell, it almost seemed possible, the way it felt like molten gold—sunlight. "i'd leave the windows open just so you'd have an easier time coming in."

"glad to know you'd still fall for my charms." he finds it in himself to smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "even if it might not be the brightest idea, dummy."

"hmph, but if we still loved each other then, you wouldn't kill me." your hand reaches upwards to cup his cheek, a thumb aimlessly stroking comforting lines across his skin. his breath hitches at how naturally it comes to you. "you'd fall for my charms too."

(why wouldn't it? you've done it so many times before, as you—dear highness of philos—gingerly removed his mask. he, who was destined to carve out your heart; and he, who could not bear to do so, who fell apart in the warmth of your hold. any hatred he'd held in his heart for the humans that desecrated his home —beautiful, sacred lemuria— dissolved with each ripple of the lake you both had danced across on that silent night. how could he ever hurt his beloved, who in another life he'd devoted entire oceans to?)

"yeah." he breathes out, almost a chuckle. "yeah, i guess i would, your highness."

"rafa?" you murmur, words slurred with the call of sleep, ushered in by him running a hand through your hair. "i really hope that we're soulmates even if it's in the silliest lives you could ever think up. do you?"

(and he hopes for more, a case study in greed. he hopes for the most blissful lives with you—where he's the receding sea and you are the sands of the shore, or you are an anemone polyp and he is the rock you've decided to settle upon, or he is the deepsea fish that looks longingly upon the warmth of the sunflecks that dance upon the water. he hopes there's a life where this whole thing works: where you do not crush his bleeding heart in your hands, & he still loves you despite, despite, despite.)

and rafayel smiles, presses the umpteenth kiss tonight to your forehead, watches you draw closer into his hold. and then he whispers his little wish against your skin, as soft as a siren singing lullabies to a sailor:

"yeah. i hope so too."

a/n: on this lovely valentine's day i offer the rafa stans: angst 🤩 the ending was a bit rushed because i... was no longer in an angsty mood. this fic is very much so a product of a time where i knew less of rafa's lore (see: did not finish the myth) so there may be some lore inaccuracies ... please do listen to berenstein by the band camino!!! l&ds' plot feels like an amalgamation of some of my favourite songs (berenstein, heartbeat by bts, isohel by EDEN)... and it's just such a good plot so far. please send me rafa lore stuff/general thoughts bc i'd love to try and play around with some of them (i have an idea for his birthday fic already) ,,, i'd love and appreciate you immensely ♡

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace headcanons #love and deepspace angst #rafayel headcanons #rafayel x reader #rafayel angst #qi yu headcanons #qi yu x reader

[navybrat817]

A Real Prince Charming

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You get to see Bucky in his element. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Fluff, (f)lirting, feels, passionate Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics Talent: Edit by Nix (extra thanks for spitballing!), banner by @sgt-seabass, divider by @firefly-graphics - Thank you, lovelies! A/N: Follow up to Once Upon a Time and Far, Far Away. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Picking out on an outfit to wear to the library took you more time than you cared to admit. You didn't want it to be too revealing since you were visiting Bucky at his job and there would be kids around. You also didn't want to look too casual since you were going on a date.

"What's the big deal? It's just pizza," Tina said on the video call as you held up a shirt. "Wear a sweater."

Might as well have just told me to wear a burlap sack.

"It isn't just pizza. It's the first of many dates," Kim argued on your behalf. "Wear a dress."

You inwardly sighed as you tossed the top onto the pile with the others. While it thrilled you that your friends were interested, you were nervous enough to begin with and the call almost caused additional stress. They were only trying to help though and that mental reminder pushed some of the nerves away.

"Or just wear whatever you feel is comfortable that still looks nice," Nicole suggested, bringing balance to the optimist and pessimist. "Whatever you wear, he's going to love it."

I hope so.

"Nice jeans and a blouse it is," you decided.

I still can't believe he agreed to go out with me.

Kim clapped giddily. "You have to tell us everything, promise?"

"And keep us on standby if you need an escape, okay?" Tina asked.

One of the reasons you loved having her as a friend was because of her protective nature. No matter how blunt she could be, she would be the first to step up if anyone tried to hurt you or your other friends. At the end of the day, her heart was in the right place.

"I won't need an escape, but thank you," you assured them, smiling at your friends through the phone. "And I'll give you the details within reason."

Nicole's eyebrows shot up before she smirked. "Within reason, huh? Does that mean you're going to put out on the first date?"

Why did I say that?

"Did you see his picture? I'd put out, too. At the library," Kim grinned mischievously as you went back to the closet and searched through your clothes. “I would even let him put it in my-”

"Sluts. All of you," Tina joked.

"I'm hanging up now. Thanks!" you announced, disconnecting yourself from the chat after they wished you "good luck".

You pushed through a few more hangers before you stopped and pulled out a blouse, smiling as you looked it over. It was casual enough for the library and pizza, but still nice enough for a date. The shade of blue was nearly identical to Bucky's eyes.

Perfect. Now I just need to make sure not to fall on my face.

The Abraham Library was, unsurprisingly, quiet when you entered the building. The soothing light and smell of paper brought you back to when you were younger and eager to get your hands on a new book. Electronic devices made reading more accessible to some, but they couldn't beat the feeling of holding a book in your hands as you curled up and immersed yourself in a new world.

Fitting I'd go for a man surrounded by books.

You spotted Bucky as you made your way to the service desk and wished you had a glass of water with how dry your throat went from looking at him. He was every bit as handsome as when you met him on the subway in slacks, a sweater, and glasses. Though you witnessed firsthand how intimidating he could be, you had a feeling the kids adored him.

You couldn't wait to see if he proved you right.

You quietly walked over to the desk as Bucky spoke in a hushed tone to a colleague. You weren't about to raise your voice to get his attention and you didn't want to interrupt his conversation. Whatever it was, he sounded a bit worked up even as he kept his voice down. You hoped everything was okay.

"You realize that they're restricting access to diverse voices and censoring speech by banning books, don't you?" Bucky asked as he pointed to a piece of paper from the counter.

"They're not doing that," his coworker said.

"Yes, they are. They're saying that some experiences and topics are worthy of discussion and exposure and others aren't," Bucky argued as he brushed a hand through his hair and slowly exhaled. "They're reinforcing a way of thinking that limits others. Kids are trying to find their way in the world and they should have the right to choose and be properly educated."

You almost propped an elbow on the counter to watch and listen as you fell a bit in love with the hunky librarian. You didn't get to witness a man speak so passionately about his beliefs very often. Hearing that it was in regards to the type of literature kids could or couldn't read and how they should have the freedom to choose made it even better.

"It's not that deep, man. Let it go," Bucky's coworker said.

“You let it go, Greg,” he grumbled.

The retort made you giggle, which got Greg’s attention. "Sorry, miss. May I help you?"

"I'm waiting for him," you smiled as Bucky turned to you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

"Hi," he said, swallowing as he pushed his glasses up and smoothed out the non-existent wrinkle in his sweater. "You look. Wow."

It's just a compliment. Don't preen.

"Thanks," you smiled.

"I hope you weren't standing there long."

"Just long enough to hear you defend what kids should have access to reading, which I happen to agree with you."

"You do?" he asked, running a hand through his hair again.

Adorable.

You hoped it didn't embarrass him that you overheard the conversation, but his cheeks still had a pink tinge to them. You wondered how warm they were to the touch. Maybe you'd find out at a later time.

Like when his coworker wasn't looking between the two of you with growing interest.

"I do," you confirmed. "I wish more people were passionate about topics like that."

The lopsided smile on Bucky's face was one you hoped to see again and again.

"You must be the new volunteer Bucky wouldn't shut up about. I'm Greg."

"Nice to meet you, Greg," you said, glancing coyly at Bucky. "You were talking about me?"

"Why don't I show you to the children's section?" he replied, shooting Greg a look before he gestured for you to follow him. "And for the record, yes. He may have asked why I wouldn't stop smiling after our phone call."

You almost swooned again. The wonderful, handsome librarian smiled at the thought of going out with you. Were you dreaming?

You pinched yourself.

Not a dream.

"You mean the call where you heard me shriek?" you asked, biting back a groan.

Why did I bring that up? Can I blame his handsome face for causing my brain to fritz?

"Yes, that call," he chuckled as you got to the area with bright colors and high ceilings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said as he began to arrange some of the cushions in a semi-circle.

“You brought up the shriek,” he pointed out.

Touche.

“So, we’re forming a semi-circle?” you asked, following his lead.

“Yes,” he smiled, placing another cushion on the carpet before he looked around the area. “We do basic story time four times a week for some of the younger kids. A few of them like to go to the quiet reading areas after or do STEM activities, like the Tinker and Crafts Lab. Plenty of opportunities to play with the open floor space or use the technology at their disposal. There’s even an area for pre-walkers and a baby mat for tummy time.”

You smiled at the pride in his voice. Though you were only in the beginning stages of getting to know him, you sensed that the library wasn’t just a place where he worked. He was in his element here. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so passionate about the kids being able to read whatever they wanted.

“Sounds like you put a lot of love and care into this library,” you said as he selected a book from the small stack on the nearby table.

“Yeah, well. I spent a lot of time here when I was a kid. Read as many books as I could get my hands on,” he said as he shuffled the book between his hands. “One of my best friends got picked on a lot for being small, so we hung out here some days. We’d read or draw until it was time for us to go home. Still one of my best friends to this day.”

Chivalrous, a good friend, and cares about the well-being of kids. A real Prince Charming.

“Sounds like you were lucky to have each other,” you said, brushing your hand against his forearm. “And you should be proud of what you’ve done with the place.”

Bucky didn’t blush, but the lopsided grin was back on his face. “You being nice so I’ll pay for your pizza?” he asked, gently taking your hand in his.

You didn’t realize there was only a few inches of space between you until you stared directly into his eyes. Your nerve endings singed with electricity and you wished were bold enough to drag him away to one of the bookshelves. If you were lucky, maybe another time.

Not when you were about to help him with a group of children.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you smiled back. “I can pay for my own pizza. Should pay for yours, too, for stepping in on the subway.”

“I thought we both agreed you could've handled it," he reminded you. "And I wouldn’t make my girl pay for her meal or mine.”

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" you smiled wider, wondering if your stomach would keep doing summersaults around him. "You move fast."

"I don't do everything fast," he whispered.

Oh.

“Mr. Barnes!”

You jumped away from Bucky at the sound of a woman’s voice, but he didn’t let go of your hand right away. An elderly woman stood a few feet away with a little girl by her leg. She gave you both a tiny wave.

And gave you a chance to breathe.

"Greg said there was a new volunteer," the woman smiled.

“Hi, Mrs. West. Hi, Joely. And, yes, this is our new volunteer,” he smiled as he introduced you. "Are you excited for story time, Joley?”

“Uh huh,” she said, giving you another wave. “You’re pwetty.”

What a sweetheart.

“This very pretty lady is excited to help today,” Bucky smiled, making your heart speed up. “Is that okay with you?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“Thank you, Joley,” you grinned. “For the compliment and for letting me help.”

“Thank you. She looks forward to this every week,” Mrs. West said as Bucky offered his hand to Joley and led her to the carpet as other kids began to arrive. “He really is a wonderful man. Joley was falling behind on reading and my daughter and her teacher did everything they could think of to help. He stayed with her to help, even when his shifts were over. He helped her fall in love with books.”

“He seems like the kind of man who makes it easy to fall in love,” you said, your eyes wide when Mrs. West stared at you. “With books,” you added quickly.

“Of course,” Mrs. West nodded. “You know, I’ve been bringing my granddaughter here for some time now and, I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him hold hands with any of the other volunteers. I haven’t even heard him mention anyone special. I’ve asked, believe me.”

I'm not special to him already, am I?

“Oh, we’re not. Well, we are,” you tried to think of the right words. “I mean, we’re going on a date.”

“You don’t say? I hope it goes well. Maybe you’ll make it easy for him to fall in love, too,” she grinned before she walked away.

Your gaze flickered over to Bucky where he sat on the floor. He had Joley in his lap and held the book open, ready for the other kids to join them. It was a beautiful image.

As the librarian looked up at you and smiled, you hoped Mrs. West was right.

Pizza date to come soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ KoFi

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #librarian!bucky barnes #librarian!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you

[poetryandfluffycats]

His Girl~

A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)

Words: 887

Oneshot under cut!

"Dove, how would you like a bath?"

Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"

A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.

The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.

Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.

"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.

Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.

"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"

He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.

The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.

"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"

"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"

"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"

Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.

"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.

"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.

"Hm?"

"Don't stare, okay?"

"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"

My girl.

What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.

Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.

"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.

"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"

I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.

I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.

It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.

And in a way I was.

#bsd x reader #bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd nikolai #bsd nikolai gogol #bungo stray dogs nikolai #nikolai x reader #yandere nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol #bsd gogol #oneshot

[hotchners-wifey]

Save Her

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, Platonic!BAU x Reader, Morgan!Sister Reader

A/N: Helloo yes i know it's been a while since i've updated something but life has taken a turn so, i had this idea while on the way home from work. So sit back relax and enjoy. Y/F/F means your favorite flower. these might also be two chapters a day type of story

Summary: Y/N has a past she's never told anyone about, she was involved in some heavy things when she lived in England with her Aunt and Uncle. Things she thought were murdered along with her best friend, things she thought went missing with her boyfriend. Things that followed her to Quantico, Virginia.

~Next Chapter

Warnings: Cursing(once), talk of death and near drowning

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Five days before Y/N disappears

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Y/N's POV:

Being an FBI agent wasn't easy, but having no significant other outside the job made it so much better. You never have to worry about missing date nights, but after a while it gets lonely. But as I said this business isn't easy, I'd rather be alone than have to curse someone to live with my inconsistent schedule. Emily, JJ, and Penelope on the other hand do not like the idea that I like being single.

"Come one Y/N, you never want to go out with us." I nod keeping my focus on my computer, "There's a reason for that Penny, you all know I hate parties." JJ cuts in before Penny can respond. "But it's not a party, its a club. There's a difference." I look up from my computer to give her a sarcastic smile, "Oh really? I didn't know that." Emily cackles at my sarcasm, "Y/N just come with us, please?" I sigh.

Looking back at my computer in defeat, "Fine, I'll go out with you guys tonight." Penny squeals in excitement and happiness which catches the attention of Spencer, Morgan and Rossi as they walk into the Bull Pen, "What's got you so excited Mama?" Derek asks, she rushes over to him and hugs him. "Y/N said she'll go out with us tonight." He looks around her at me surprised, "Really?" I rolled my eyes and turned back towards my computer.

"Oh there's no need to get so hostile Y/N/N, you're gonna have so much fun tonight." I sighed, "Now you of all people know I hate parties Derek." He smirks and walks past me, "Whatever you say, Katara." I sigh and hang my head. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me that Morgan. That only happened once." He laughed loudly at that. "What only happened once?" Spencer asks, just as confused and the others. "When we were younger Y/N binged Avatar The Last Airbender and thought she was a water bender, and the next time we went to the pool she thought she could control the water, so she jumped into the deep end knowing she couldn't swim and I had to save her from drowning." Emily burst out laughing and I turned away in shame. "And to remind me of the most embarrassing moment in my life, my parents and siblings decided to nickname me Katara." Emily couldn't stop laughing while the others had slight smiles and smirks, I cracked a smile and looked at the clock. "Alright it's time for me to head home since I've been peer pressured into leaving the comfort of my home tonight." Penny rushes over to me. "Wait we're coming with you because we have to make sure you have the proper attire for the club tonight." I sigh and nod as Penny runs back to her office to grab her stuff. Emily and JJ grab their belongings off their desk and we walk to the elevator and wait for Penelope to return from her office. When she gets back we get into the elevator and down to the garage. JJ and Emily get into their cars and Penny and I get into mine and we drive to my apartment. ________________________________________

Time Skip to arriving at your apartment building

________________________________________ When we arrive I can see the shock on Penny's face, "Woah I completely forgot how fancy this place is. You're so lucky to have rich family." JJ and Emily join you both at the entrance and we're greeted by the doorman George. "Miss Y/L/N good afternoon." I smile at him "Good afternoon George." "Would you like me to grab Benny, Alex and Drew to drive you and your friends cars to the garage?" I shook my head. "Not at the moment George we're only going to be here for a few hours but thanks for asking." He nods and holds the door open, "Well just give us a call if you change your mind Miss Y/L/N." I smile and walk through the door, "You know I will George." Emily and JJ look shocked by my apartments fanciness. "Y/N you have door holders and chauffeur's. Next you're gonna tell me that there's a dining lounge on the roof." I laugh. "Of course not." I turned towards the elevator, "It's on the 10th floor." I smirk knowing her jaw is on the floor and walk towards the elevator and they follow. I press the number for my floor and just listen to the sounds of the elevator. When the doors open we walk down the hall until we reach my front door. I stop in my dead tracks, in front of my door is a bouquet of Y/F/F, with a note in blue ink that reads. "See you soon."

There's only one person in this world who knows what my favorite flower is and he's dead, right?

#spencer reid #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #spencer reid x reader #fem reader #jenifer jareau #david rossi #criminal minds fanfiction

[sleepy-achilles]

This doesn't even get a title anymore because it's not even the fic I wanted to write.

It was supposed to be hall of fame extract to set up a cool quirky pained filled time travel fic, not a straight up Leon crying and confessing his love for the fans. It's 2:30am and my eyes are unfocused. Send help.

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"Ah I won't keep ya, I've already talked your ears off with my on induction. The one and only The Skeleton King, Leon Michaels!" Drew cheers as he points towards the state.

Leon takes a deep breath before stepping out. This was different from entering the ring to fight. He actually had to talk to these people. Now he understands why his father was so nervous.

He stands on the stage as the fans cheer and scream. He glances at his co-stars, clapping and whistling at him. Leon can't help but smile and move towards his family. He goes straight to his pa.

Shawn smiles with teary eyes and hugs Leon before cupping his face. "You did it. Lil Leon would be so proud of you." Shawn whispers, before kissing Leon's cheek. "Yeah.." Leon nods before hugging his siblings and father, he even hugs rhea and randy. He turns to see hunter. "Someone told me they wouldn't miss this for the world. Got here just in time" hunter states moving to the side. Leon's eyes widen at the man. Leon bows in thanks bit respects. "Thank you sir" he whispers. "Ah none of that shit kid" batista chuckles pulling the younger into a hug. "Youve done better than all of us. Congrats, you deserve this and more" dave murmurs as Leon hugs him back.

Leon pulls back and turns to see hunter, kane and Kevin stood there. "Well done kid." Kevin smiles hugging his favourite michaels. Leon can't help but smile and hug him back. He turns to kane. Kane smirks and cocks his head. 'Make it a real tear jerker' kane signs. Leon chuckles. 'How much?' '50, 100 for hunter, 150 if you make takes cry' he signs back. 'Deal' Leon responds before hugging the man.

He turns to hunter. "Congrats Lee. You deserve it-" Leon cuts him off by hugging him. Hunters eyes widen and water immediately. "Thank you for everything uncle hunter" Leon whispers. And boy thats an easy 100. Kane rolls his eyes as hunter cries. "Go you bastard" hunter mutters squeezing Leon before letting him go.

Leon winks at kane before making his way to the ring.

His smile wide as his eyes meet drews.

"You look beautiful darling" Leon hums, taking drews hand and kissing it. "You told me that when introducing me" drew chuckles pulling Leon up. "Can't blame me for wanting to remind you" Leon smiles. "Mmm we got a busy night tonight. So try not wear yourself out" drew smirks taking Leon's chin into his hand and pulling the man into a kiss. Leon chuckles and pats drews chest. "Celebration gonna be bigger when they induct us together?" "Guess we'll have to wait till next year" drew smirks turning them so Leon's in the centre. "Guess we will" "Good luck Lee. You deserve this." Drew smiles. "Thank you." "And you look gorgeous" drew adds before walking away.

Leon turns to the podium. He looks around as the fans continue to chant for him. He looks to the side to see drew stood by the barrier, clapping. It makes him smile that drew didn't leave his side. Leon? Leon sat on the floor just outside of the camera view. He can't wait to open twitter and see the mean comparisons of the two.

He adjusts the mic and looks at the towel on the podium.

"Thank you." He speaks softly. He clears his throat and the chanting and screaming stops. He nods and glances at the crowd.

He rests his hands on the podium before straightening his back. "Guess I should get the basics out there." He hums, his fingers tapping. Cutting a promo was way too different than this shit. A promo was the skeleton King, the hall of fame speech? That is Leon Thomas Mcintyre-Michaels. And that scares Leon. He has no idea where this could go.

"I guess I'd like to thank my shitty childhood" he jokes getting some chuckles. "And the wwe universe. In that order." He smirks. "Also my fathers, Shawn Michaels and the undertaker, for being forced to put me into this life but for making it enjoyable for me. Uncle kev for helping me. John and cassie for being some of the few people to team up with me for more than a month. Dave Bautista for being so damn cool." Leon rambles. "Uncle Scott, auntie chyna for being such a big part of my life. Thank you both. I'm sorry you cannot be here tonight." He states looking up. He glances at drew. "And for my dear husband and tag team partner. Thank you for sticking by me, motivating me, pushing me, no matter how rude or horrible I was to you. I really do not deserve you" Leon thanks. Drew shakes his head. "I love you." "I love you."

"I um. I could tell you what you already know, the skeleton King. My whole life has been on camera...or I could tell you about, about Leon Thomas Mcintyre-Michaels. The boy behind the mask." Leon hesitates as he reaches for the towel. Is he about to do this? God vince would hate that.

The arena is dead silent as he lifts the towel, wetting it with the water bottle and scrubs at his face. Gasps break out into cheers as he drops the towel revealing his bare face. Freckles, scar, tan.

"I didnt have many friends growing up. I guess I thought being the ministry's child would make me popular. It didn't. I had my two friends, who are still mg friends now, Matthew Gomez and Valentina Addams. I uh..I had a stutter so I didn't really speak until the age of 16..t..the time I got this" Leon points at his face.

Drew watches as Leon keeps his eyes down and he begins to ramble.

"I was scared to speak half the time. I didn't get good grades like John or cass. I struggled to concentrate in school, I couldn't get into college. Didn't have any girlfriends or boyfriends and I don't think I'm very funny." His voice breaks at the end. "I became a rebel. Acting out, causing my parents, siblings pain. I got tattoos, piercings just to annoy my parents, my dad. I screamed, shouted at my dad until the sun rose. Broke things, stole things. Hurt people. I mean I only tag teamed with drew because I knew it'd upset my father. I was so cruel to drew to begin with and yet he always..always looked the other way and gave me a second chance at life...like I deserved that." He looks up. "I guess what I'm trying to say is..do I deserve this kind of love?" He whispers.

Drews eyes widen.

"I used to think that" he chuckles lowering his gaze as the fans cheer. "I am still not sure why people, why you lot, like me" Leon admits. He sucks in his lower lip as he tries to regain himself. He makes a quiet popping noise as he looks up. "Why do you like me?" He asks. He stands back as they all cheer and scream his name. "We love you!" A fan at the front yells. Leon's eyes land on them and the fan smiles brightly. Leon's eyes land on the scottish warrior and skeleton King tshirt he's wearing.

He steps back to the podium. "I will work harder, so that I will remind you of love." He keeps his eyes on the young fan. "I will work with all my energy, so that you can be proud of me. I'll do my best." He promises. He glances up. He says something that shocks himself and his family.

Something a fresh face solo skelly would never.

"I want you to be happy because of me. Thank you WWE Universe. I love you" Leon bows his head in respect as the applause starts. Drew smiles and claps. Shawn can't help but stand and applaud, his boy has grown so much.

Leon stands back as the applause starts. He takes it in and slowly turns to look at his coworkers stood clapping.

Once it dies down he steps forward.

"Those people up there, are some of the best men and women in this business. I have never been thankful for better people to have working with me. They've worked so hard." Leon states. "I know I barely took time to care for myself, never mind care for them. And I.. I will always be sorry for that. I neglected a lot of the responsibilities that were given to me by my father, by the wwe and those stars up there." Leon explains. "And as i watched my introduction video. I think about how hard ive worked and pushed myself and ask why. Why did I work so hard?" Leon asks. "I look back and take it as a chance to reflect, to improve. All the toxic habits and behaviours. The incidents we faced, i faced." Leon continues.

He bites his lip before continuing. "I sometimes found myself feeling stupid for worrying about you lot in those times. When my face accident happened I remembered crying to my papa about how the fans will be let down. How you will miss out on a match or a promo because of what happened. I often find myself worrying about you guys. And those guys up there. Who will miss a career making match because I messed up and now can't be there? Who will lose fan attention because they couldn't pull one on me in a promo?" Leon states. "When I look at it now, it feels like it's because of how much you have cared for us. Yeah we get haters but the fans make it more worth it. The times people have written articles and novels on the mistreatment some of us faced. How you want to make sure no other child like me and dom are tricked and forced into spotlight at a young age. How you want the women to be treated like the men. You care so much for us and part of me feels like when we hurt you guys hurt more." Leon's voice begins to weaken.

"I guess I just don't ever want to part from you guys." He admits. "Weve worked so hard to get here. To get this position tonight." Leon whispers looking at drew.

He turns back to the fans. That's when it hits him. How hard it was to get here. The abuse. The push. How tired he actually is. He takes the mic into his hand. "We really worked hard and.." his voice cracks as his eyes fill with tears. "We worked hard." He breaks. He lowers his head.

Drew is immediately by his side, hand rested on his back. "We worked hard." Leon repeats as drew rubs his back. Drew smiles as the others come to join. Shawn keeps the elders back. "This is for them. Not us." Shawn states. Kevin nods in agreement. This was for that generation. The generation that had to try so hard to improve something great with harder limitations. To grow in the middle of the social media attacks. It wasn't easy and it never will be.

"We all worked so hard to debut in this ring" Leon whimpers. "All we did was work" Leon lowers himself as he begins to cry. Drew kneels with him, along with Cody and Alexa. "Your doing so well" drew whispers to him. John and randy move the podium so the girls can sit around Leon as the guys stand and kneel behind him. "There were so many obstacles. We always hoped it'd be simple and easy and that we could show you that" Leon sniffs and he hides his eyes in his arm. "But everytime we ran into something. Media, haters, rival companies" Leon whimpers as drew rests his head against Leon's.

"It was hard." Leon sobs. "It was too hard." Roman grabs a towel and kneels next to drew. "It wasn't just difficult for me. But for everyone. Everyone of us." Leon sniffs. "Its alright." Drew whispers as he watches Leon's tears stain the matt. "So...please...please don't go anywhere" Leon whispers. Drew chuckles and raises his head. "WWE Universe isn't going anywhere! Are you?" Drew calls. "No!" The fans yell. "They won't go" cody smiles ruffling Leon's hair. "Where would they go huh? They belong here" Randy chuckles. "You have to stay" Leon cries. "Ill work even harder, I promise. We will be the wwe superstars that makes you proud. Please" Leon pleads, lowering his mic.

Taker smiles softly as tears roll down his cheeks. "Kids good gotta give him that" Kevin hums as kane hands him 400 dollars with a frown. "He lasted a lot longer than most did." Taker huffs wiping his eyes. "He carried too much for them. And now? Now he's sharing with the world how much he carried to make this business work how tired he is." Hunter hums watching the stars form a really awkward group hug. "No hall of fame will beat this now. Future ones are screwed aye?" Shawn jokes getting some laughs. Taker nods. "Hes there lockeroom leader. No-one was ever beating him" Taker states. "A great leader too. Well nearly as great as ours." Rey teases. Taker rolls his eyes. "Shoulda broke down at mine." Taker huffs. "Nah I liked the lecture you gave. Adds to this. Shows the two sides of being a leader" Shawn smiles.

Taker watches as roman wipes Leon's face for him. "Yeah it does."

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WTF HAPPENED

This was supposed to be time travel fic

Yeah it was supposed to be sad

But the hall of fame was gonna have Leon make some shitty jokes about his childhood and then some of the stars were gonna go back and experience it and be real tripped out when they got back.

Guess I got carried away with showing Leon's emotions but also implanting him as a lockeroom leader and how sorry he is for not stepping up when the guys needed him.

Leon looks back at the camera. "I just want to state my shitty childhood had nothing to do with my parents. They are the best parents a kid can ask for. There's just somethings a parent cannot control aye?" Leon disclaims. "Just remembered twitter exist and they love to throw a michaels under a bus. Not giving yall a bone tonight." Leon huffs.

NOW I NEED TO WRITE MY TIME TRAVEL ONE TOMORROW AND HOPE I REMEMBER IT ALL 😭😖

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #drew mcintyre #triple h #fuck tagging them all tonight #if they aint on my first appearing tags they aint getting the tag #too tried for this shit

[nerves-nebula]

I HEAR you about the struggle of having to re-parent yourself. Honestly 2 meals a day is a good goal, and like yeah people may judge you for not eating ""correctly"" but like.. food is food. You're eating food and you have access to food. Honestly I'd say the fact you can choose what you eat is a pretty big success

Remembering to eat and keep clean and all that is wayyyyy tougher than what people say it is. Especially when it wasn't taught. You working on and with yourself and trying is great. Might not mean anything but one neglected kid to another I'm proud of ya.



But kaerjgnakejrgn food is so complicated like ?? textures?? tastes?? actually making your body chew and swallow?? Growing up my mother went wildly from one diet to another and had me on them too. After a few years she got us both to do a "eating once a day" thing but if she got out of bed she'd eat while I was at school/away or in bed.

I ended up doing cooking in school once I could to get free food, jumping at any left overs and sometimes digging in the trash. Took lots of dares to get food, I'm very good at swallowing things whole to get over whatever it was I was eating. When/if my mom cooked it was literal depression era food recipes, minus boxed stuff 'cause it had "too much flavour" (sigh). (tomato or cucumber sandwiches anyone? literally bread with a slice of tomato inside. Salt and pepper was fortunately in the house but rarely used. The good old classic of sliced potatoes, frozen vegetables and ground beef cooked in water without anything else added.)



Anyways sorry for the rant. Basically food is more complex than how it's treated, and even if you aren't eating in a way that people say is "correct", you're getting food and have edible food available to you when you're hungry and that's a big thing. That's a success, don't judge yourself too harshly for learning something that others get their entire life to learn. There's no shame in catching up, your efforts are worthy of recognition

yooo wait this all reminds me that when I started high school I would ask my friends if they were gonna eat their food or not, sometimes I ate like 3 people's meals (just bits of other people's meals they didnt wanna eat like 3 extra apples or a bunch of celery and carrots) because I didn't know if mom was gonna make something I could stomach or not. It definitely doesn't help that I apparently have Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder <- fancy words for saying I'd rather starve than eat food with a weird taste/texture

my mom was really busy so she went from making 3 meals a day when I was way younger (i have the vaguest memories of eating breakfast and helping make pancakes) down to around 1 or 2

and my dad can really only eat one big meal a day because of his own childhood abuse stuff that happened so nobody really helped us get back on track haha.

OH YEAH and another funny thing kind of related to all this: when I started high school I was working on a story with a bunch of abused kids so I looked up symptoms of abuse and I just ended up collecting a bunch of screenshots that literally described things I was doing. at the time I was like "oh lol I'm abused?? wild anyway." cause i was kind of already aware but it's a little crazy just HOW many of the signs/symptoms I had hahafdsfsd.

as far as the 2 meals thing- that's actually kind of a side effect of a different issue where I can't eat around 3-4 hours after waking up otherwise I'll have really bad digestive issues. So uhhh no breakfast for me! It's way worse the earlier it is. Like if I have to get up around 8 AM there's no way I'm eating until around 11-12

ANYWHO. for what its worth, I value other neglected kids opinions on stuff like this a bit more than other peoples, so I do really appreciate the pride :')

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #food tw #disordered eating #neglect #child neglect

[el-im]

i wait for ward's order while he goes out by the car for a cigarette. the girl working at the counter, years younger than i am, surely, tells me she loves my clothes. i say thank you. she walks closer. she means it, really. i look beautiful. i say thank you. she specifies. like some kind of beautiful librarian. i'm wearing my mother's dress. i am wearing ward's mother's old scarf as a shawl, given to me by her husband after she died. the stockings are my own. the socks and the shoes. the earrings i'm wearing are "pray for us" pendants i took from a plastic bag in tom's art studio. thought you might notice.

at the diner, i look behind her at a man ambling toward a table in the middle of the room. he has a paper bag in the center of his tray, weighted down by the burger and fries at the bottom of it. he's drinking a fountain soda. he sits by himself, and when he isn't eating, looks down at his phone. i say, sometimes i see other people and am reminded of him. she looks behind her. oh, she says. the glasses. when he stands to return his tray, and throw his napkins away, he turns away from the door and walks around the edge of the room at the walls, back to the counter. he places his cup on the counter and speaks to the man shouting order numbers into a handheld radio linked in with the overhead speaker system. he's getting his free refill, she says. he walks like him. she says she thinks about him all the time, and wishes she'd just taken him away. she wishes she had seen, more clearly, what she saw now. she'd never have let him stayed there if she knew, she says. then admits she did know. i start to cry. she watches me cry. in a styrofoam cup in front of me, half a chocolate malt. ward will pour the dregs into the sink when we get home, rinsing the cup out with a warm stream of water, having misunderstood what i meant when i offered it to him.

when i was small, my dad showed me how to hold door handles, and ease their latches easy into the hole in the strike plate. he took care of children (he took care of children), and at any point in the day, at least one of the many could be reliably estimated to be taking a nap. i spent years of my life creeping through my own house on my toes, trying to disappear into the flooring and the pink insulation in the walls. i leave your room and keep my hand on the lever, press my hand against the door against the forward pull, stemming speed. you've pulled that blanket i used to sleep under when i was small, and sick, over your head to keep out the sun from the shutters. i'd wanted to keep from shuddering.

ward is pouring coffee behind me at the counter. he says one day this thing with joe is going to bite me in the ass. he asks if i'm going to do this forever. i roll my eyes and he laughs. he walks out the door as i'm responding.

#notes from the underground. wish you were here! #captain's log

[peppermintquartz]

Confession

Post Playroom!verse, G

Regal, Finn, Joe

*

Finn comes in armed with a huge but tasteful bouquet of pale lilac and pink flowers that he sets on a chair.

"Oh, Sir. It's so good to see you," he exclaims, hurrying to the hospital bed to hug William Regal gingerly around the shoulders. He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his mentor's cheek in his right hand. "When I heard the news, I flew over immediately. What did the doctors say?"

William leans his cheek into Finn's touch and then turns his head to kiss the heart of the younger man's palm. "I'm fine, dear boy. Not the first time I've been attacked by someone I trusted. The doctors tell me I'll recover in a few weeks. with proper rest."

"I'm glad." Finn studies the older man's face, a slight crease in his brow, as if to read William's mind. "Who was it?"

"It's alright, my dear. I've someone to deal with them already." William smiles, immensely comforted by Finn's presence.

It's a shame that his new protege prefers instant gratification over long-term development, but that' how it was with some people. Not everyone can be a Finn Balor.

He caresses Finn's jaw with his good hand, even though he's not fond of the beard, and then lies back against his pillows to ease the strain in his back, which is still badly bruised. Both of his legs are broken and, at his age, it will be difficult to recover fully. Thankfully, the perpetrator did not complete the job running him over a second time, not that the first hit did not already almost kill him.

To distract Finn from thoughts of vengeance, he asks, "Who came along with you? Seth? Tyler?"

"No, I asked Joe." Finn stands and goes to the door of the private ward.

Joe comes in shortly and makes a face at the flowers being left on a chair. "The least you can do is to put them in a jug."

"I wasn't thinking about the flowers," Finn retorts, though he obediently picks up the bouquet and heads for the bathroom to look for a water container.

Joe stands at the foot of the bed to look at William. His expression is inscrutable. "I'm glad you're doing better."

So much like his father. William glances at the empty chair on the right. "Thank you, Joe. Come, sit next to the bed. Easier to chat that way."

Finn returns and sets the bouquet - all stuck in a jug - on the nightstand. "Is there anything you'd like, Sir?" he asks, falling back on old patterns. It's clear he's upset by the sight of William injured and confined to a hospital bed.

"I'd like some lemon and blueberry scones, darling. There's some good ones in a shop down the street. And pop by Boots for some shea butter hand cream."

Finn smiles and kisses William on the forehead. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

The deliberate attempt to sound like an Englishman amuses William. "Go raibh maith agat, dear boy."

*

Joe watches the exchange and waits for the door to shut before he speaks. "Was it the new boy?"

"Like I said, I have people dealing with them." Regal turns his head stiffly to look at Joe. There's a softness and a warmth about his features that didn't use to be there a decade ago. "I'm glad to see you and Finn still together, Joe."

"For a given value."

"For a given value." The older man pauses, and then says, "Do you know why I sent Finn out on a simple errand?"

"You have something to tell me."

"This little incident reminds me that I still owe too much to too many people. And one of the people I owe is you."

Joe studies Regal. He has never liked the man, though he respects him for what he's achieved and admires - grudgingly - his methods in managing the vast network of informants and killers on the Grapevine. After a while, he asks, "What do you owe me?"

"An apology." Regal exhales deeply and his lined face creases with pain. "I knew your father. He was good at his job. Not on the same level as you, but Tagata Siva was still a force to fear."

"I've not heard you speak of him," Joe says, though his heart clenches briefly at his father's nickname. Dancer. Because he loved Joe's mother, who was a dancer when they met.

Regal closes his eyes and presses his lips together. "I... did not dare. Because it was partly my fault he was killed."

Joe does not comment.

"I knew there was a hit on him. I could have warned him. But... Business was business." Regal sighs and opens his eyes, which are clear. "I thought they would take him out when he was on a job, not when he was with his children."

For a brief moment Joe thinks about smothering Regal, but the latter is merely an old man now. An old man who's just been run over by a car, and someone who means a great deal to Finn.

"Business is business, after all," Joe replies.

With a small curl on his lips, Regal says, "I won't blame you if you do kill me."

"What would be the point now?" Joe chuckles quietly. "If I count the number of parents I've killed... Besides, if he didn't die, I wouldn't have become who I am now. Nor would I have the people I have now."

The older man smiles at Joe. "That's very magnanimous. Thank you."

"Nah, you're still an evil motherfucker." Joe grins. "If not for you, that Irish bastard would be a lot less of an ass."

"I thought you like that ass."

Joe snorts. "Only what I get to do to it."

The door to the ward opens and Finn walks in with a paper bag. He frowns at them quizzically when both Joe and Regal start laughing at the same time. "Do I wanna know?"

#finn's playroom #finnregal #finnjoe #for the uninitiated #finn used to be regal's boy

[localplaguenurse]

Just ignore the smoke and smile

Hey, so I'm trying out some OC stuff here, as well as darker content, so yeah. I don't know how regular this will be, I'm just throwing this out here to experiment. If you do not feel comfortable reading for one reason or another, I'd just skip this post.

Warnings before you proceed: mentions of self harm, referenced past sexual assault and domestic abuse, discussions of addiction. No specific scenes are described, and it actually has a lighthearted end, but it may still be uncomfortable to read. With that in mind either proceed with caution or just don't read. I'm not your mom, I can't tell you what you can or can't read. Do let me know if I missed a tag but I'm pretty sure I got everything covered.

It’s peeking around the bathroom doorway this time.

When I look up from the sink after washing my hands, I see my face in the mirror. I don’t see it, but I feel it watching me. It’s been watching me for god knows how long. It was easy to ignore when I was younger, when I was some hotshot rockstar sex god dipshit who pretended not to know any better. I tell myself I didn’t, but that looming figure tells me I did, that I should have known better and now I’m stuck with the consequences of my actions.

You missed your wrist.

There’s still a little leftover lavender soap on my arm. I run it under the cold water, rubbing it off with my calloused finger and feeling the bumps of old scars under the tattooed skin. I turn the faucet off, and I stare at my arm for a moment. I read what is written there. “Be my reminder here that I am not alone.”

Which was more uncomfortable for him to do? This one, or the head of Medusa on your shoulder, where she liked to stub out her cigarettes?

I yawn a little. Alice has been sick for a few days now, and has been very fussy as a result. We were going to have a little get together for her first birthday, but I don’t really want to make her go through all the commotion while she’s this miserable. We’ll do something small for her today, and when she’s better, we’ll get everyone together. Mom will be really happy to see her.

Has your mom seen that tattoo? She likes to look at tiktok every now and again. It’s mostly animal crossing, but since your husband is a tattoo artist, she probably gets tattoo tiktoks.

I turn around to dry my hands. It’s still behind me.

Do you think she’s seen the Medusa tiktoks? Do you think she wonders? That she worries?

I turn back to the mirror. My hair’s getting really long again, and I’m going to have to get it bleached back to white soon. I brush my bangs out of my face, and I see the silvery scarring next to my eye. A sexy little battle scar to go with these pretty green eyes of mine.

Sure, package it like that. If it makes you forget how that pretty smoker you loved so much smashed that cup into your face, go for it. 

Why are you here?

I’m always here.

No, why are you here?

Like I said, I’m always here. You’re stuck with me, that’s the deal. 

I never made any deals.

You did when you wanted to be a “better man.” You want to cut back on the drinking and the drugs? You do know you did all that to forget what happened, right?

The only reason that happened was because I was an addict. 

Right. Do you remember how she used to bribe you with that shit? I mean, you were doing it before you even met her, but she had you wrapped around her finger when she had coke on her.

I shake my head and look for the hairbrush. It’s usually on the counter. Where is it?

Do you think your fans believed you when you talked about how you used to get nosebleeds all the time in high school? Your friends sure as fuck didn’t. It is weird that instead of calling you out, they memorized how to use narcan. 

Wait, Oli might have left the brush in the bedroom.

Actually, it’s pretty fucked up how much they either ignored or completely missed. Not even just the obvious addiction problems, but just… everything about her, and how you acted around her.

I step out of the bathroom, flicking off the light as I do. I head for our bedroom next door. It’s a little messy right now, but the exhaustion of fatherhood will do that to you. I really should gather up the dirty laundry while I’m in here, even if I don’t find the brush.

She was a massive bitch, but you were thinking with your dick like you always do. Apparently that’s all she cared about. That and getting you fucking hammered on the regular. I’d ask if you remember that, but I know you don’t. 

Oh, it’s on the nightstand on Oli’s side. I step forward around the bed, stepping over a stray pair of jeans to get to the brush. Oli must have used it to brush his hair while I was in the shower last night, and forgot to put it back. 

It’s always right behind me. It’s breathing down my neck, and whispering in my ear. Sometimes it’s my voice, and sometimes it’s hers. Sometimes it’s just a voice, belonging to no one in particular.

It eats away at you, not knowing what happened to you. She knows something about you that you don’t. Still, you hate thinking about what you do remember, right?

I make quick work of brushing my hair. Once it’s silky smooth, I set the brush down on the table again. I bend over to pick the stray clothes up off the floor. I don’t need my husband tripping and busting his good leg, and laundry day is coming up soon.

You’re still in pain, no matter how much you pretend you aren’t. At least you could forget the world existed when you were drunk or high. At least you were only hurting yourself. Why did you give all of that up if you were going to spend the rest of your life thinking about it?

I stop when I see a little creature waddle in through the open door. She looks at me with big green eyes and smiles. She sticks her hands out as she makes her way towards me. “Up! Up!”

I set the clothes in my arms down on the bed, crouch down, and scoop her up into my arms. “Hey sweetie,” I coo, “is papa making you breakfast right now?”

“Dada up.”

“Yes, I’ve got you.” I kiss one of her chubby cheeks. “Come on, let’s go say hi to papa.”

When I carry my daughter towards the bedroom door, I still feel it staring me down, but at a distance. Once I step into the hallway and turn the corner, it’s no longer watching me like a hawk. It’s still somewhere behind me, but it always is, and I’m used to that. I don’t plan on letting it fuck up my daughter’s birthday, either, so it can stay there in the corner like a loser if it wants to. It wasn’t even invited anyways.

I yawn again, and I smell pancakes cooking in the kitchen. I’ve had my fill of misery today, it’s time to actually get on with the day now.

#oc #my writing #tw abuse #tw assault #tw s3lf harm #tw drugs #assault mention #drug abuse #tw alcohol #tw sa mention #abuse mention #cw #tw #cw abuse #sa tw #sa cw #i think that's all the tags #i'm okay #idk i felt weird about just posting this without first saying 'this isn't about me'

[kaesaaurelia]

trying to remind myself that the Eleven PM I Didn't Do Anything Today Sads hit me sometimes (specifically at 11 pm) even after I've:

- finally remembered to schedule a vaccination appointment for tomorrow*

- also finally remembered to put in for a prescription refill

- shredded some old paperwork

- cleaned all the metal fixtures in the bathroom

- fixed the bathroom sink**

- washed the dishes

- taken out the garbage***

- made dinner

- put away leftovers for tomorrow

- washed dishes again & cleaned the counters/stove

The Eleven PM I Didn't Do Anything Today Sads don't mean I didn't do anything today. They meant I didn't do like 2 specific things that I had my heart set on which I think in this case was laundry (I can do that tomorrow, hopefully, before the deadly Vaccine Arm Ache sets in) and catching up with ALL my Whumptober, but like. the garbage was really bad and the laundry really needs doing because I have been kind of neglecting other stuff in order to stay up late and write, and the past few days I just haven't been doing that, and it's been better. (Sorry @ the people who have been following one or more of those stories, they probably won't all get done by the end of October but I gotta put myself first.)

--

* finallyyyyy. they had inexplicably not received any delivery of doses for the booster when I went to get it so I got some other vaccines and had to wait 2 weeks and then had a bunch of other shit to do and it was a whole thing. otoh I got my first shingles shot, which is great, because I'm only 35. no idea why my insurance paid for it, but you can get shingles when you're surprisingly young, so if you can get your shingles vaccines you should. I thought it might be a bureaucratic mixup and I was ALL IN on taking advantage of that shit but it turns out BCBS is letting 35-year-olds get them in Illinois? idek. my mom hasn't even had her shingles shots.

** which, if you are a renter, normally that should be a landlord task, please always contact your landlord if you rent and something that's part of the rental breaks in your home! I say this because Younger Me was always worried I'd get in trouble for breaking things and YOU WILL NOT. or if you do it's because your landlord fucking sucks! in this case, however, it was a fairly minor issue and my landlords are actual people I can have a text conversation with, and they are usually very on top of repairs, but I haaate having to Schedule A Day For A Repair when I could just... use a screwdriver on the broken thing... and also I like knowing how to fix things generally... so I asked for advice and got a link to a comprehensive youtube video for the model of faucet I have, and now I know how the bathroom sink handles work. but like. contact your landlord. make your landlord do it. especially if it has anything to do with fire, water, electricity, bugs, or mold. there's probably a pokemon types mnemonic in there but I'm tired and don't know pokemon well enough.

*** really badly needed taking out. D: maggots. bad.

#venty post #kaesa op

[oveliagirlhaditright]

"I looked through the peephole. Bill was waiting patiently on the porch.

I let him in without feeling either glad or sorry to see him.

He took me in with some surprise: the nightshirt, the wet hair, the bare feet. No makeup.

'Come in,' I said.

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

And he came in, looking around him as he always did. 'What are you doing?' he asked, seeing the pile of things I'd put to one side because I thought friends of Gran's might want them: Mr. Norris might be pleased to get the framed picture of his mother and Gran's mother together, for example.

'I cleaned out the bedroom today,' I said. 'I think I'll move into it.' Then I couldn't think of anything else to say. He turned to look at me carefully.

'Let me comb out your hair,' he said.

I nodded indifferently. Bill sat on the flowered couch and indicated the old ottoman positioned in front of it. I sat down obediently, and he scooted forward a little, framing me with his thighs. Starting at the crown of my head, he began teasing the tangles out of my hair.

As always, his mental silence was a treat. Each time, it was like putting the first foot into a cool pool of water when I'd been on a long, dusty hike on a hot day.

As a bonus, Bill's long fingers seemed adept at dealing with the thick mane of my hair. I sat with my eyes closed, gradually becoming tranquil. I could feel the slight movements of his body behind me as he worked with the comb. I could almost hear his heart beating, I thought, and then realized how strange an idea that was. His heart, after all, didn't.

'I used to do this for my sister, Sarah,' he murmured quietly, as if he knew how peaceful I'd gotten and was trying not to break my mood. 'She had hair darker than yours, even longer. She'd never cut it. When we were children, and my mother was busy, she'd have me work on Sarah's hair.'

'Was Sarah younger than you, or older?' I asked in a slow, drugged voice.

'She was younger. She was three years younger.'

'Did you have other brothers or sisters?'

'My mother lost two in childbirth,' he said slowly, as if he could barely remember. 'I lost my brother, Robert, when he was twelve and I was eleven. He caught a fever, and it killed him. Now they would pump him full of penicillin, and he would be all right. But they couldn't then. Sarah survived the war, she and my mother, though my father died while I was soldiering; he had what I've learned since was a stroke. My wife was living with my family then, and my children...'

'Oh, Bill,' I said sadly, almost in a whisper, for he had lost so much.

'Don't, Sookie,' he said, and his voice had regained its cold clarity.

He worked on in silence for a while, until I could tell the comb was running free through my hair. He picked up the white towel I'd tossed on the arm of the couch and began to pat my hair dry, and as it dried he ran his fingers through it to give it body."

So, even though Angel isn't technically brushing Buffy's hair in the first scene, it somewhat reminded me of this Bill and Sookie scene from True Blood, so I thought I'd put the two of them together. -shrugs-

#long post #buffy the vampire slayer #bangel #the southern vampire mystery series #sookie stackhouse series #true blood #billsookie #dead until dark #buffy book #buffy tie-in book #prime evil #parallels

[hepbaestus]

Thoughts on The Adam Project (2022)

I'm bored so let's watch The Adam Project (2022).

All I know is that Walker Scobell is playing a young Ryan Reynolds (Walker's also going to be Percy Jackson which I'm really excited about)

Cool Earth shot bro

Set in 2050. Huh, only 17 years from now.

Oh he's bleeding and is a Captain

Oooooo wormhole looks cool

And so he stole the ship

Ahh young Adam gets bullied

Tryna shoot his shot

Poor Chuck

He's asthmatic, I was too

Oof Adam's a smol child

I love the sass of this kid

Such a nice house

Oh no his mum's nicely dressed up - going on a date

Walker really does remind me of Ryan, he's done a fantastic job

"Make good choices".

Of course he just has a vr headset

Ominous music and lighting. Nice

His dog is named Hawking??

The fact that he just has a giant woods behind his house astounds me

Oooo cool embers

How does this remember the way in that woods, I'd get lost so easily

Oooo dusty old shed, probably his father's??

"What are you doing in here?" "Mostly bleeding." God I love this film already.

I hate the squelch of blood.

Good doggie

I love the exasperated adult and curious unathletic child dynamic

Born 2010? God I feel old.

Poor Hawking

The wound farting at older Ryan's cough breaking the moment is so on point for a Ryan Reynolds film.

The CGI of this film is really cool

Just the use of the flashlight is cool, how it shows when he's lying and stuff.

WAS THAT ZOE SALDANA????

"Hey there kiddo." I hate that phrase.

The lighting in this film. Ugh I love it

That's a lot of letters

Ewww Cheerios, one of the worst cereals known to mankind.

WAIT A MINUTE

MARK RUFFALO IS HIS FATHER????

They're just casually talking about this in public, as you do

Good ol' adult threatening a child, also as you do normally, you know?

The area where this was filmed is beautiful.

The emphasis on "ever more" hurts

Meaningful conversation with mum and older Adam, weird

Oooooo ship over water?

Ahhh the people searching for old Adam.

The conflict is beginning

They still have the same mannerisms? That's cool.

His dad invented time travel? That's so cool

The dog knows that they're here.

That taser spin? Hot.

Cool not-lightsaber

Oh fuck.

Emotional manipulation?

Oh??

ZOE SALDANA??? YOOO

I feel bad for young Adam to explain this.

That's a fucking lightsaber

Young Adam's outfit reminds me of Steve Harrington's when he and Robin were getting their jobs at Family Video.

Into the woods where the trees could easily be set alight causing a forest fire? Of course

"Don't you just want to hold him underwater until the bubbles stop" what a line

Aww sad conversation where she has to stay in young Adam's timeline while Ryan!Adam has to go back to fix things

Ooooo weapons

Ooo explosives

College is a high point? Oof

Losing his scholarship? Oh no.

The emphasis on the "we're". Awwww

Is this where she dies? Oopie

Rip

I wish Mark Ruffalo was my lecturer, he seems so fun and simultaneously morbid at the same time

He's such a dad omg

The fact that they're arguing in public about this

Oof

"Stop being a scientist, be a father."

Omg this is he talking to her younger self

I love that he can't cook

Young Adam's nicknames for Ryan!Adam is brilliant

Gotta love the daddy issues laced into this film, it like me fr

This fight scene gives me Guardians of the Galaxy vibes

Hell yeah young Adam with the fake lightsaber

The way he held the saber, can't wait for that in the Percy Jackson show

Ah yes the sad parting talk with their father

Healing the daddy issues by playing catch

That's such a sad shot, the glove on the ground with the wind moving the leaves and his dad is not in focus behind it

Please tell me Ryan!Adam gets a good ending

No

Omg

They meet again at the academy!

Hell yeah good ending.

Overall score: 8/10

Recommendations welcome!

#the adam project (2022) #the adam project #film reviews #film #film recommendations #film review #films #film recommendation

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Make way for the next badass duo of my mcu -Danny

Words: 1,564

Phase Three Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Hayloft II’ -by Mother Mother

xix: Cat vs Devil

Cat and Harley grabbed the guns and disarmed them, then quickly put them back together.

"Done!"

"Shit!" Harley dropped his halfway-armed weapon. "How do you do that?"

"Years of training," She winked.

Nat checked the chronometer. "Broke your own record."

"Yes!"

Harley rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm not even planning to be an agent, why am I here?"

"Cause it's fun!"

"I should be doing school stuff..."

"How did you manage to get up today, after the beating Cat gave you?" Nat raised a brow. "That's what I'd like to know."

Harley and Cat shared a complicit look.

"I give really good massages."

"Mmhm," Nat gave her a look. "You remind me of my sister sometimes, you know?"

The girl's brows went up in surprise. "You have a sister?"

"She had a huge heart too, sarcastic and energetic. A pain in my ass, really."

"This is Nat's way to say she hates you," Harley teased.

"I'm holding a gun, Junior, don't make me use it," Cat replied. "Wait, I think Clint told me about her at some point, cause he said she was my age— was it Elena?"

"Yelena," The woman corrected. "You would've liked her..."

"You think any normal person would agree to be friends with Cat?"

"You did," Nat pointed out.

"It has its benefits," He admitted with a smirk.

"I'm not an asshole all the time, you know?" Cat poked his side. "I just like watching you throw a fit."

"Two drops of water, you and Yelena," Nat smiled.

Harley checked his watch. "I should go, my roommate's probably freaking out about the dishes I didn't wash. See you next week, Stray— Nice to meet you, Nat!"

"Take care, kid."

"See you!"

Copycat walked him to the compound's entrance and bid him goodbye, she watched as he went away, then returned to the room.

"How do you find those guys?" The woman questioned.

"By that you mean..?"

"Good-tempered, intelligent..." Nat said in amusement. "All your close friends are that way."

"Kurt and Rocket are hardly good-tempered."

"And yet they brought you back as soon as you asked them to," Her friend crossed her arms. "Making men spineless can be an advantage. It's a talent you shouldn't waste."

Cat smiled playfully. "Learned it from you, I think."

"Sure, just don't trust any person that's attracted to younger people," Nat retorted.

"Oh, but life's far easier when people hand you stuff on a silver platter, don't you think? Why would I stop them from giving me attention? Men are such puppies."

"I think Tony wasn't all that mistaken when he said you'd end up breaking hearts."

"Maybe," Cat looked down at her claws and cleaned the gun's dirt away. "But I can't control that."

"I'm turning you off, Fry-pan."

"Good luck."

The greenish light from the paw on her chest turned off. She shot a grappling hook at the opposite building and jumped ahead.

With her feet she broke the wide window and tackled a guard, seized his gun, and shot at two other men. Explosions blasted around her and she thanked Tony for making her helmet soundproof. The bullets bounced off her as she pushed through the small crowd.

Copycat drew out her spear, the sharp ends shining with the dim light of the room. Two new men approached her and pointed their guns at her, she slammed her weapon on them sideways. One of the guys bent onward and she kicked his head, the other rolled and shot her from the ground, Cat pointed her repulsor, the light disoriented him and she whacked him across the face with one foot.

Someone tried to choke her from behind, she pierced his forearm with her claws and elbowed him. Stomping on his foot harshly, a thin razor sprang out from the heel of her boot and she stabbed the man's shin.

He pushed her away in pain. Cat turned, lifted her spear, and shrunk it, hitting the man several times until she cornered him against a bookshelf. She kicked him in the chest causing him to crash, and several books fell over.

Copycat grabbed one of the heaviest volumes and threw it across the room to the man that was still trying to shoot at her from behind, it hit his forehead. The last three guys ran out of the room, she decided not to chase them.

"It was a bad call to come here alone, black cat."

She stopped and looked at the man still sitting behind his desk.

"You're surrounded. Soon our men—"

"Did you just call me Black-Cat?" The young woman interrupted.

He shared a confused look with his last bodyguard standing and continued.

"That's your name."

"It's not."

"Excuse me?"

"Is the helmet, isn't it?" She groaned.

"You have a paw on your chest—"

"I didn't design this thing! Listen, call me Cat— though I guess it doesn't matter since I'm about to kill you..."

The bodyguard shot multiple times at her, she looked down at the bullets around her feet.

"Weren't you paying attention?" She taunted. "Guns don't work on me, dipshit!"

He vaulted at her, with a deliberate swing Copycat extended her spear again and struck him, the man fell sideways, bleeding out from the deep cut on his throat.

"And he was your security?" Cat asked in disappointment. "Man, anyone can be a bad guy these days..."

Outside she heard several men approaching, she walked to the door and slammed it closed, welding its frame with her repulsor.

"This is a private party."

One of the men started to stir awake and she kicked his head as she walked past him. The leader didn't try to fight, he knew how most of her opponents ended.

"Let's make a deal," She grabbed a chair and dragged it, sitting with the backside facing forward. "Write down the names of the people you're currently working with. You give me two, maybe three, and I'll let you go."

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll leave quietly!" She answered with sarcasm. "What do you think will happen, dumbass?"

"You'll let me live if I cooperate?" The man growled.

"The others died cause they decided not to," She shrugged. "You can follow their lead if you want. I'll find the others with or without your help. I'm giving you a chance to save your ass."

The men were trying to take down the door. She didn't sweat it, even if they entered, she would not leave empty-handed, and she would not die.

The man opened a drawer and pulled out a thick leather-bound book. "Open the door, I'll tell them to stand back."

She grabbed the journal, outside she could hear the men's bodies slamming against the door, gunshots and screams, they sounded desperate. Copycat decided to check the text and when she opened it, she realized it was an old bible.

She looked up just in time to see the man throwing a grenade. Cat activated an energy shield, but the wave of the explosion lifted and slammed her against a wall. The door went down as well.

"Bastard..."

With difficulty, she got up and found the mobster struggling to crawl away and exit through the fire escape. Copycat used her grappling hook to stop him and he cried in pain as it stabbed his shoulder, she pulled and the guy fell back into the room. Cat approached and stared down at him, her helmet making it impossible to discern her expression.

"I'll tell you a secret," She snarled, stepping on his wound and burying the hook deeper into his flesh. "I was going to kill you anyway."

Cat picked up her spear, and just when she was about to impale the man, the weapon got smacked out of her hand. She looked over her shoulder and watched some kind of pipe bounce across the room until someone caught it.

A figure walked out of the shadows and into the room holding something that looked like a baton. She prepared her repulsor, this person had taken care of the men outside, but what really put her on edge, was the fact that he was dressed up as a devil. She knew who it was.

"Don't move."

"I'm not here to hurt you," The stranger picked up the spear from the place where it had landed.

"I know," She said tensely. "Why did you stop me?"

"You shouldn't have killed the others, that wasn't your call."

"Give me the spear."

"Get away from him and I'll do it."

"You think you can show up and give me orders just like that?"

"You shouldn't be here," He got closer. "I'll take care of him, this place is too dangerous for you."

She frowned. "Give me back my spear!"

The man stepped forward, he sighed shortly. "Come and take it."

Cat looked down at the man on her feet and swore under her breath. She knocked him out with a kick before moving, then made her way to the stranger.

"Men," The girl sneered. "Always thinking they know better..."

She drew out her taser and tried to use it, but the guy dodged it. Every kick and punch she attempted to deliver, he evaded effortlessly. The man shrunk back her spear and in a rapid movement, he hit her head with it, then he aimed a high kick at her chest and she crashed against a wall.

"Stay down," He ordered.

Cat got up ready to shoot him. He threw his baton and hit her hand, causing her repulsor to hit the bookshelf behind him. He kicked her a third time and she was barely able to contain a hiss. Quickly, he seized the wrist where her watch was. Copycat tried to snatch it away, but he pressed a button and her helmet withdrew.

"Sorry."

One last hit at the side of her head, and Cat's vision went dark.

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I'd nearly forgotten..

When your medication says to *never* skip a dose.. oh does that need to be taken seriously.

I try my best to stay on track, but in this instance I had a fatigue flareup that kept me stuck to my bed like a sad little bug.. and I missed taking my medications all the day because of it. That was yesterday. Being a bit too concerned about "the right timing" for my meds, I tried to wait until a certain time to then finally take them.

This was a very. big. mistake.

I'd waited particularly long for the 'right' time to take my migraine prevention medicine, which meant I'd gone more than 24hrs without it- long enough for it to mostly leave my system.

So, this morning turned into quite the shock. A swift return the mind-searing agony I'd gone so long without. A sheer drop into that blindingly dizzy and nauseating abyss, where even an iota of light or sound sends me whirling. I was just there, with my head feeling like it could explode at any minute, and that it was somehow being actively raked with hot claws from the inside. The onset of all this took less than an hour. By the point where it had gotten to there, it took serious effort to drink a sip of water, let alone take pills. Every sight, sound, smell, or touch- brutal and overwhelming additives to the pain. I couldn't think clearly, and every time I tried to speak just turned into a whimper, or a laugh that disturbs me on an instinctive level.

I know that I used to go about my day dealing with all that, that I used to go to school like that when I was younger.. I can't understand how I ever got by. I know that during those *years* of a nigh-continuous migraine, I did sometimes half-jokingly ask people to 'off' me.. I see that I wasn't joking so much, in hindsight. I don't know how I survived like that, let alone managed anything I accomplished.

Back to today's matter- I did eventually manage to take my pills, then just curled up with my eyes covered and some cloth to bite on til eventually I dozed off. It's still there, just kind of a dull aching in the outreaches of my skull, my eyes feel raw and brittle, but the meds worked, and I'll be able to manage.. hence the long ramblings here. I think I've learned my lesson. I do have bad/breakthrough migraine days even while on my meds properly, but never quite like this.

I'd nearly forgotten the personal hell that migraines can be, and why I need to be mindful of it in trying to care for myself. Someday I'll probably forget again, and be painfully reminded once more- but until then I'll just keep trying my best, and hope for the best.

Take care of yourselves out there.

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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