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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 28- Blowjob

Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word count- 1.3k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fwb to lovers, mutual pining, oral (m receiving), semi public, reader works with Poe in the resistance, fluff, no use of y/n

Notes- I actually changed the ideas on this fic a few times before this scenario popped into my head and I loved it! I will always love Poe with all my heart! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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The mission was simple: get into the party, observe and gather information on the First Order officers, and report back. You and Poe completed the first two steps with ease; the two of you worked together seamlessly for a long time now. But, once the important work was done, you let your eyes wander, and you couldn’t tear your gaze off of Poe. He looked so effortlessly handsome all dressed up like this, almost like he was nobility. That was his cover after all, and it came as no surprise to you that everyone bought the lie without question.

Every time Poe looked at you, though, you forced yourself to look away. You didn’t want to be too obvious out in a crowd, especially when the two of you were undercover. Yet, you couldn’t help the way you looked at Poe, and of course you noticed you weren’t the only one with a lingering gaze on his figure.

Poe noticed, of course. Nothing got past him. And the truth was he couldn’t tear himself away from you either. You had become good friends, best friends. And after many missions together, the two of you came to an arrangement: you would hook up for release, but it never went more than physical.

It quickly became more for both of you, though you each kept your true feelings hidden from the other.

Tonight, however, Poe wanted to change that. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he leaned in and asked you with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Covering up the way you were blatantly staring at him, you grinned back, “Maybe.”

He rested a hand on your waist as he leaned in closer, “How about you and I get out of here then,” Poe’s tone dropped and sent a shiver down your spine.

The facade broke and you looked at him with an adoring expression. Poe’s eyes bore into your soul as he looked at you with a smile on his face and a softness in his features. Through the banter, you saw the genuineness in him, and it made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t stand it any longer, you needed him badly. “Come on,” your own tone dropped as you slipped your hand in his.

“Right behind you,” Poe’s smile widened as he let you lead him away from the party and down a darkened alleyway.

You knew the layout of the area by heart in case of the need for an escape. But this was not an escape, it was a rush of desperation. You couldn’t wait until you got back to the ship, you were too needy for Poe to wait any longer. So, you ducked both of you into an abandoned room in the alleyway.

The moment the door was shut, you lept at Poe and crashed your lips together in a desperate and heated kiss. He moaned into you, surprised by your sudden action, but Poe wouldn’t dream of pushing you away. Instead, he pulled you closer so that your chests were smashed together as he deepened the kiss.

Breaking away with a gasp, Poe looked at you with wide eyes, “I like you like this,” he grinned.

You mirrored the mischievous smirk he gave you earlier as you pushed him back against the wall, “In that case,” you started, feeling bold, “I’ll admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off you tonight,” you purred as you slowly dropped to your knees, never breaking eye contact with Poe.

“Sweetheart…” Poe suddenly realized you had the same plan as he did tonight, you just beat him to the punch.

He murmured your name and caressed your head as you unzipped his pants. You looked so beautiful on your knees for him like that, and the rush of emotions went right to his cock. It jumped free from his pants and you eyed it hungrily, licking your lips as you wrapped a hand around Poe’s length and pumped it a few times.

Poe groaned your name again as you leaned forward and kissed the tip. He helped onto your head with one hand while his other landed on your shoulder. His head leaned back against the wall and a shiver ran up his spine when you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him into your mouth in one movement.

“Fuck!” Poe cried out as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him.

You hummed around his length as you ran your tongue along the bottom, savoring the way Poe shivered at the action. You smirked around him as you bobbed your head up and down, slowing you initially rushed movements. Poe’s moans filled the tiny room as you worked him with your mouth.

Poe bit his lip to try and stifle his moans, but you were just too good. Part of him worried you didn’t get far enough from the party and you might get caught, but when you sucked hard, every other thought vanished from his mind. All Poe could think about was how wonderful you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth, and how good you made him feel.

As much as you wanted to keep your eyes on Poe and watch his every expression, you couldn’t help but flutter then shut. You savored the taste of his length on your tongue as you ran it up and down. You savored every little moan and whimper Poe let out when you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. You savored the way he tightened his grip on you. You savored every little detail about this moment.

When Poe tugged on you a little harder, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You grinned around him as you worked him faster, sucking harder, taking him deeper down your throat. You pulled back enough so just the tip was still in your mouth and you swirled your tongue around the head a few times before you took him fully in your mouth again.

“Oh fuck… Sweetheart,” Poe cried out as his breaths became heavier, “Shit!”

You speed up the way you bobbed your head and sucked as hard as you could, determined to throw Poe over the edge. And within moments, you got what you wanted as he came hard with your name on his tongue. Filling your mouth, you gagged for a moment before you swallowed around him. Not wanting to miss a single drop, you wrapped your lips tighter around his cock and swallowed several times. Tears filled your eyes as you felt full, but you kept going.

Breaking away with a loud gasp, you let a little bit of Poe’s release dribble down the corner of your mouth as you waited for him to open his eyes. After a few heavy breaths, he did just that, and you took that moment to lick your lips and gather that last bit, putting on a show for him.

“Fuck,” Poe breathed.

Both of you burst into a fit of giggle, and neither of you knew exactly why. Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions that overtook both of you in the heat of the moment. Perhaps it was because both of you secretly felt more for the other, and you each realized it at the same time without the words needed.

Poe dropped down to his knees and joined you on the floor. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, taking your breath away and tasting himself on your tongue. You moaned into him as you surrendered yourself, fresh tears filling your eyes from the fresh wave of emotions.

When he broke away, Poe looked at you with sincere adoration in his eyes, “Let me repay the favor,” he kissed you again, “Again,” he kissed you, “And again,” another kiss, “And again…”

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dokidokiliteraturegirls · 1 year

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YLCE UPDATE NEWSLETTER!! 🐰

Well. Not actually a news letter, but this is news, and what are postsif not big letters? I originally posted this in the official DDLitG discord server, but I’ll be sharing it here as well in case anyone is interested in my next project~

So, a couple things! First of all, the full roster of characters has been decided! The cast will be made up of 11 students and the teacher, so the main cast, being Altalune's class, will be 12 characters in total. So far we've revealed 9 students (Altalune, Virus, War, Shiro, Weird Machine, Play With Me, Anna Tanohiro, Candace and Ako), so there's 2 more to come~ Their designs will be revealed shortly, as they're pretty much finished. Their students profiles will be hopefully completed soon, and will be posted in my art blog, @yuiwrong, as soon as they are! After all 11 profiles have been posted, I'll post the teacher's and then get to work in the spritework.

In terms of story, the first 3 arcs have been finished~!! I have a rough idea of about 70% of the story now, including character relationships and story beats. I'm writing the story in arcs, just like I did here with DDLitG, except that these will be one right after the other with no filler in between. As I mentioned, the first 3 are already fully planned and written. There's not much I can share without spoilers, but as a little teaser, I'll include a short summary of the setting so you can get an idea of what YLCE is about under the cut~

Sadly I can't yet promise a release date, as the story is still very much in pre-production, and I want to make sure it's properly ready to come out rather than rush its development. But I assure you, it is very actively still being worked on, and I'm constantly making sure it's the best story it can be~ I know updates have been rather slow, and that's why I wanted to make this little newsletter, to let you all know that it hasn't been abandoned! Behind the scenes work has been constant, and even though I don't always have something to show for it, I promise you all it's a project I'm very passionate about, and I will see it through no matter what~ 🥰

Story summary:

Altalune must run away from home after her parents kick her out. Jobless and with no one to fall back on, she only has 1 option left: enrolling into [I haven't named it yet] college. This college provides free accommodations, including a room and all meals. However, this place is extremely competitive, and you can only stay if you're the very best. Every 3 months, the 2 students with the lowest grades are made to fight for survival, through whatever means they deem necessary... even if that means killing one another, as only the winner is allowed to stay. In a class full of bizarre people with supernatural talents, staying at the top won't be easy. Can connections be made in an environment that's constantly pitting you against your peers? And if such connections are made, will they matter once competition sparks? YLCE is a story of survival and competition, as well as bonds and what is needed to break them. It won't be easy to survive, but there's one thing that Altalune keep in mind no matter the circumstances: "Your Life Changes Everything"

I hope you’re all as excited about this story as I am!! If you want updates, they will be posted in my art blog as they are being made, so look out for that~ and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send an ask! Thank you all for your attention, I hope I can make something you all enjoy 💖

-Yui~

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ayameric · 2 years

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I Don't Recognise You Anymore | N. ROMANOFF

YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.

A/N: So I reposting this because there has been an issue with my blog over the past couple of weeks, so a lot of you guys might not have seen the newest addition to IDRYA, so here you go.

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‘You’re here, with me. But not truly here with me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever have you again.’

The room was dark.

It always was.

You had long since lost track of time, never knowing whether it was day or night until they let you out of this prison cell.

Still recovering from your last mission, having had doctors strap you down and pull bullets out of your shoulder was not a pleasant experience. So being stuck here on top of all that wasn’t a nice combination.

Most people would go mad down here, yet they had blocked you out of your own mind. Only ever thinking what they wanted you to think; feel what they wanted you to feel.

They told you this is what you needed, what was good for you.

“L/N!” A voice boomed out from down the corridor, but your head did not look up from the dirty ground your feet felt cold against.

The several pairs of footsteps got closer and louder, before the cell door flew open, revealing your keepers.

“How is my favourite little soldat?” A man clad in all black asked, cocking his head to the side as the light from the corridor began to flood your room.

You opted to not respond, you couldn’t. Every time you opened your mouth it felt like you were gasping for breath, and that words fell flat before they could even be spoken.

The keepers face fell after a few moments of silence, before huffing out in his Russian accent.

“I thought we had gotten past this, soldat.” He sighed, his heels clicking against the floor as he walked over to you, crouching down and grabbing your neck. You couldn’t fight it, even if you tried. Whatever they had done to you made you completely weak against them.

You were no longer yourself. Only a puppet, your keepers holding the strings.

There was another moment of silence, as the keeper forced you to look at him, slamming your head back against the brick wall of your so-called ‘room’.

“Remember why you are here.” He seethed, his tone low and venomous. “We saved you from them. When they left you behind to die.”

Your brain was fuzzy. Like a part of it was screaming at you, but it was muffled, and you could only hear the harsh words of your leaders.

‘The Avengers left you to die the second it became convenient!’

‘If they cared so much, where are they?!”

“You mean nothing to them! We showed you your true purpose!”

It was the same words over and over, reminding you that the people from your past had never cared, and it was all a lie.

And once you had heard it over and over, your broken-down psyche began to believe what they told you. It made sense, right? They had not come to find you after they left you to die.

“You meant nothing to them, but you will be somebody to us.”

“What have we done for you, soldat?” Your keeper asked in a calmer tone.

“You gave me purpose.” You answered back meekly, your voice scratchy.

“What is that purpose?”

A deep, hollow and shaky breath left you.

“To kill the Avengers that abandoned me.”

A slap across the cheek followed your answer.

“Incorrect! What is your purpose?!”

“To kill Natasha Romanoff.”

His face melted into a satisfied expression.

“Good.” He tapped your cheek before standing up. “Remember that purpose. Remember the woman that lied to you, led you on and left you to die.”

He walked toward the exit of the room, as the other two guards readied to close the cell door again.

“Intel has provided that the Avengers plan to escort a large shipment of old and dangerous Stark Tech. We have made our move, now they make theirs. Do not fail me, soldat.”

The instructions were followed by the door slamming shut, and darkness swallowed you and the room whole.

Natasha Romanoff.

You don’t remember your relationship with Natasha Romanoff, only that your keepers had told you she needed to be taken out. They filled your head with the idea that she had been the one to leave you to die on that mission in France, which you ironically had no memory of.

In fact, your current identity solely relied on what your keepers had told you. Which wasn’t a lot, other than you were their weapon. Their weapon that would take out Natasha Romanoff.

Their personal vendetta against the woman was confusing to you, since you knew nothing about the people who turned you into who you were right now.

But you were alive, and you owed them that.

Your brain had been broken down by torture and drugs, and you were at their disposal. His disposal.

“Are we sure this is going to work?” Bucky asked Steve for the millionth time, but not enough out of earshot of Natasha, who was packing her equipment into the car.

The redhead tried her best to stay calm and not snap at the metal-armed man, she had to stay focused if she had any hopes of getting you back.

Steve went over the plan one more time for those involved. Nat, Tony, Steve and Bucky were all out on the hunt for you.

The plan was clear enough; pretend to be escorting a RAFT prisoner, hoping that the Red Room, or whoever else had you, picked up the bait and sent you out for the redhead.

Everyone steered cleared of Nat on the trip to New Jersey, only opting to send her small smiles and hopeful glances, knowing how much she despised being told that they were ‘gonna bring you home’. She was a woman of action, words meant very little to her.

Until she was back in your arms, she didn’t care what anyone had to say to her.

The drive was painfully quiet, at least in the car Nat was in. She leaned on her hand and stared out the window the whole time as Steve drove, Tony following in his suit somewhere overhead.

They were following a specific route, and now they were expecting an ambush any moment now.

“I’ve got eyes on an approaching convoy.” Tony reported through the comms, and Steve affirmed, nodding to Bucky and Natasha to prepare.

Steve pulled the handbrake, drifting the car sideways and blocking the road as the black cars Tony had spotted came into view.

Natasha loaded her gun, and got out, hiding behind the back of the car for cover and ready to fight.

Steve readied his shield, Bucky pulling out a large machine gun from the trunk of the car.

Tony stayed in the air, intent on getting behind the enemies as they closed in, making sure that you had no way of escaping.

The convoy ahead sped to the Avengers; a truck accompanied by two SUV’s. As the truck got closer, the driver did the same thing as Steve, breaking and turning a total 180. The back of the truck was now facing Natasha, and she raised her gun as soldiers began to pour out of the cars.

“Give us the woman, and we let you live!” A thick Russian accent called out, a man with a buzzcut and grey beard commanded from the cover of an open car door.

“Yeah, not gonna happen!” Steve called back. “How about you give us Y/N back?!”

The man laughed heartily, before raising his gun and aiming it at Steve, who stood defensively, ready to avoid any oncoming fire.

“As you wish.” He growled, and suddenly the door on the truck flew open, revealing you. But you wasted no time in firing the weapon in your hand, a machine gun similar to Bucky’s, and the fight began.

Natasha returned fire, and noticed Tony pick out a few of the goons at the back, Steve taking some out on the right side, Bucky dealing with the left.

Gun fire rained into the car the redhead took cover behind, and it wasn’t letting up.

You saw that the rest of the Avengers were distracted, and pushed forward towards Natasha, your target. You couldn’t fail again; it wasn’t an option. Sliding over the hood of the car, you knew she was hiding there since you had seen flashes of red hair pop up from cover to fire at you.

Your keeper had waved her photos in your face long enough for you to know your target.

Landing on the floor, you watched as Natasha dove at you, trying to catch her by surprise clearly not having worked. She had managed to manoeuvre you to the ground, straddling you as she hit you over the head with the barrel of her gun.

It knocked off your mask, and Natasha paused, only for a split second to look at you.

To look at what they had done to you. Her beautiful Y/N.

But a split second was all you needed, since you rolled her over and were now on top, and the gun that she once held had fallen from her hands in an attempt to push you away. But catching her moving hands, you pushed them to the ground with ease, moving your knee up to her abdomen, rendering her immobile.

Suddenly, you heard a roaring overhead, and were knocked off your target and sent flying into the side of the car with an almighty thud. You dented the metal upon impact, feeling a burn in your upper shoulder where the blast had hit you.

“Didn’t wanna have to do that, L/N!” The cocky voice of Iron Man called out to you as his blasters lowered him to the ground.

You groaned, blood leaking from your head as you stood up, glaring at the two people you once called teammates.

With empty eyes, you raised a hand in the air, clenching your fist and all of the fire ceased from your side.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked, seemingly confused. In fact, they all were.

Especially when you held out your hands, ready to be handcuffed.

Everyone paused for a brief moment, in disbelief you were giving up this easy.

“Seriously, Y/N? That’s all it took?” Tony guffawed, casting Natasha a quick glance. He began to walk over to you, his metal feet colliding with the tarmac as the redhead eyed that emotionless glance you wore.

You allowed Tony to come near you, but as he got close enough, you turned rapidly to tear off the open car door next to you in one smooth move, hitting him with ungodly strength and sending him flying off to the side.

Tossing the makeshift shield in his direction, you darted at Natasha. You had grown sick and tired of being distracted from your mission, and nothing would stop you this time.

The gunfire on your side began again, distracting the two other conscious Avengers.

You knew it was only a matter of time before Captain America and the Winter Soldier reached you, so you had to be quick in killing her.

Moving toward her, you watched her try to take steps back from you.

“Y/N! I know you’re still in there, Y/N!” Nat tried to plead with you, and the static in your head grew louder in an attempt to block her out.

The Widow watched as your face contorted in confusion, pain, almost. As though you were combatting some inner demon, but you shook it off.

Natasha felt her eyes begin to water, there was another pistol in the back of her belt, but she couldn’t bring herself to discharge it on you.

She’d rather die than hurt you.

The space between you had now diminished, and Natasha ducked just in time to avoid the right hook you had charged up to hit her with. She manoeuvred around you, clambering onto your back as you desperately attempted to claw her off.

The redhead pulled out some widow bites, slamming one into your neck and listened to you cry out in agony. She knew one wasn’t enough to take you down, so she proceeded to slap another one onto your chest.

The pain only angered you more, and you practically growled as you threw the Russian from your back, slamming her against the hood of the car.

Natasha looked into your eyes, and still found nothing in them as you were moments away from taking her life.

"Y/N, please! I-It’s me!” Natasha tried, and her wavering, vulnerable caused a flickering behind your eyes. Like a spark, a fleeting moment of realisation and recognition.

But a metal hand raised behind you, stabbing something into your neck, causing your muscles to seize and paralyse. A syringe of some assortment, jabbed into your neck. You stumbled back, clutching at the injury as you succumbed to the rapid weakening of your system, collapsing back unconscious onto the tarmac.

“Ain’t karma a bitch?” Tony teased, cradling his head.

“What did you do?!” Natasha asked exasperatedly, stumbling from her injuries as she stood.

“Woah! Just a mild tranquiliser Banner modified for me. Just enough to knock her out, keep her cold for a few hours.” Tony defended, fearing the glare he was receiving from the spy.

“All clear?” Steve asked as he and Bucky came jogging back over, having dealt with all the soldiers.

“Sort of.” Tony gestured to your unconscious form.

“I’ll call in a jet.” Steve nodded, a worried look on his face as Bucky walked over to pick you up.

“Preferably one with a cage, thick bars.” Tony joked as he cast you another glance, but nobody laughed.

The jet ride back was filled with anxiety for Natasha.

She had you back, physically. But she didn’t know if she would ever really have you back again, and that thought broke her heart all over again.

You had remained knocked out and were taken to some holding cells in the compound that were originally designed for the Hulk. Still awaiting you to come around, Natasha paced the halls outside of the cell, too afraid to face whatever was behind those doors.

Dr Cho and Bruce had run some diagnostics tests on you whilst you were out and were currently assessing the results. In the meantime, Fury demanded that the rest of the team get some answers from you about what the hell was going on.

You were still out, induced and strapped down by vibranium constraints to a table.

Natasha looked at you, the harsh white light of the lab shining down on your unconscious form. Even like this, you looked so harmless. Your brow wasn’t furrowed, and you looked calm.

Stepping closer, with caution, Natasha ran her fingertips across your exposed forearm, feeling how cold you were.

In the stillness, she could see the scars, poor stitching, knife and bullet wounds. You had been dressed in a sports bra and some sweatpants, giving the redhead view of the carnage done to your body.

She remembered fondly of how she would run her hands over your once smooth skin, revelling in your touch. How your skin was so much more cared for than her own, like your body was a sanctuary she was destined to keep safe.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t keep you safe.

And now you were damaged, not that it made her love you any less, but it only invigorated the fear that Natasha had failed you.

Her eyes flitted up to your face, and how there were scars adorning your cheeks, mostly small, but one, large gash across your nose and left cheek.

So much had changed, you looked so different when you had your hands around her neck, but now, she saw you. A glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could be hers again.

Natasha’s lip began to tremble, settling her hand on yours.

“Whatever’s going on, we will fix it, baby. I will fix it.” The woman choked back a sob.

Natasha wouldn’t fail you again.

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lionheartslowstart · 2 years

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Moved In

Several months back, I wrote a blog post called “Moving In,” describing my fears and feelings about moving in with my boyfriend “Thomas.” My intention was to wait like two weeks after he moved in with me, and then write a follow up post about how I felt once we’d been living together for a while. Then I would publish both entries in immediate succession. Well, he moved in at the end of June, and things have been going so well, I completely forgot to write this entry!

Living with Thomas has been amazing. He’s an incredible roommate. He helps me clean, he’s thoughtful, he communicates well, he’s fun to be around, he’s just a really great guy all around. Living together has been so much fun, and I don’t at all feel suffocated or overly dependent. Sometimes I even forget that he lives with me! Part of that may be due to the fact that, during the week, Thomas gets up at 3 am for a 5 am shift and goes to sleep around 8 pm. Meanwhile I don’t fall asleep until close to 1 or 2 am and I usually wake up around 10 am. While being on essentially completely opposing schedules sucks, it’s also kind of nice to have that built in space from each other. We usually have dinner together and watch some TV before he goes to bed, and we spend a lot of time together on the weekends. We also try to have one “date night” a week. Overall, it’s a healthy balance and we make it work.

Living with Thomas is nothing like living with my ex, “Kevin.” With Kevin, I felt glued to him, like I couldn’t make plans without him, and I couldn’t go anywhere if he didn’t want to. (Which often resulted in me not doing anything or going anywhere because he usually didn’t want to leave the apartment.) But I don’t feel that way with Thomas. Not only do I not have any issues making my own plans and doing my own thing, but Thomas often enjoys accompanying me places and trying new things. It’s been wonderful to have a partner who no only actually wants to spend time with me outside the house, but who also sometimes does his own thing while I do my own thing. (I suspect my clinginess to Kevin was a result of the constant anxiety of him abandoning me and the wishy-washiness of his feelings towards me and our relationship. I don’t have any issues like that with Thomas, so I don’t get anxious when we’re apart.)

Kevin also never helped me clean, and when I asked him to, he accused me of nagging him. I felt like a maid in my own home. Not only does Thomas help me clean, he volunteers to do chores I hate with a passion, like vacuuming or cleaning the bathtub.

And like I said, Thomas is unbelievably thoughtful. He buys me snacks he knows I like when he goes to the grocery store. He makes me coffee and breakfast in the morning on weekends. Sometimes he even writes me little “I love you notes” just because. It’s been two years and I STILL get “good morning” texts from him sometimes. Y’all, he gives me MASSAGES. Without me even asking! What a fucking 180.

Of course, there’s still fear. After living with Kevin for four years, how could there not be? But Thomas is understanding and patient through it all, and just keeps showing me what a wonderful roommate and partner he is. I love our dynamic. I love when we cook dinner together. I love that we go on actual dates like going out for dinner or going to paint pottery. I love that we go on walks down the trail by our building. I love that he lets me drag him to one of my fitness classes every once in a while. I love that I get excited when he comes through the door after a long day of work. I love that I can crawl into bed with him every night, even if it’s only for an hour or two. I love our life together, and I love him.

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patsy-talks · 2 years

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About Tru: Raised By A Phantom Mother

Tru nods. “Good girls keep dem self neat an’ clean.”

Patsy smiles. “An dey obedient. Can you promise me dat? Be a good obedient girl an’ I promise I’ll be back fah you.” (61)

Parents often forget the impact their words have on their children. Patsy likely forgot, or likely didn’t care. Lying to Tru about her plans to return—or rather, lack thereof—only left her daughter confused about the situation. Had Patsy left Tru with her father while choosing to stay in Jamaica, her abandonment would’ve been less elusive. Because of her final words and her eventual immigration, Tru was left to believe that she had not been abandoned at all. That her mother would return, or at the very least send her love from abroad.

She had every right to hold on to her mother’s words, much of her community assumed the two were still connected in some way. After all, it was typical for the children of immigrated parents to receive gifts from them. Maybe only a call or a written letter once and a while, but contact nonetheless. Tru had none of that. Instead, she was made to believe that her connection to her mother relied on her being an “obedient girl.”

I argue that this sentiment did much of the parenting for Tru’s early life. Marva made it clear that Tru wasn’t her child, and Tru wasn’t nearly as familiar with her father as she was with her mother. While they no doubt had an impact on her development as her guardians, it would always be filtered through Patsy’s presumed return. Even later when she was just starting to distance herself from Patsy's image, Tru still tries to prove herself to her absent mother. After failing her CXC (an exam that determines her registration at Wilhampton), she not only puts effort into trying again, but Tru is aware of its absurdity: “What’s the use of continuing to wear a Wilhampton uniform when her mother will never see her in it?” (254). The search for approval remains.

Once she grows older and begins to transition from her childhood ideation, Tru is still haunted by her mother’s transgressions. She hasn’t heard from her in years and has started rejecting the femininity her mother wanted out of her. Even as a small child, Patsy discouraged her “tomboy ways” and urged her to be more like the girls at Wilhampton (31). Later, when Pasty finally sends the long-overdue barrel of gifts, they’re all hyperfeminine and completely out of character for Tru. Patsy not only left her child after instilling binary feminine values, but she assumes that Tru continues to uphold them.

It could be argued that Tru’s queered gender expression is a result of her absent mother, I think it’s more accurate to say that the distance only helped her discover a latent part of herself. While there is no doubt a connection, I find it difficult to believe that her more masculine presentation is a direct result of Patsy’s wrongdoings. Without her mother’s phantom lessons on femininity, Tru was able to become more of herself. (This particular aspect of Tru’s gender expression is later discussed in Missing Her Mother, Or Just Queer?.)

To conclude and complete this blog, there is no question that Patsy’s final words to Tru affected her upbringing. Her mother’s immigration status led Tru to believe in the possibility of return. As she aged and matured, she realized that her mother wasn’t likely to come back and, in turn, grew into a more true version of herself.

#patsy #literature #immigration #separation #parenthood

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art-blogge · 2 years

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Bonus Tracks- Cain and Cain

This was completely incomprehensible to Ingo. He'd just wanted to see how the Gear Station blog was doing on his own time. Emmet had left his own computer unattended, so Ingo plopped into his seat and opened the site. He wasn't even remotely surprised that Emmet had been meming again. That wasn't new. What the heck was a Live Sliggoo Reaction? Plinko? Blorbo? Scrunkly? Wait, no, he knew that last one. Emmet kept calling him that one. Oh well. He'd catch up eventually.

He then remembered he'd started planning an actual personal blog for Emmet to use instead. To Ingo's surprise, it'd been fleshed out and cross-posted. Emmet had gone through and manually dated every imageset- That had either taken one highly motivated hour or three unmotivated days. Off-track. The blog hadn't even been made public yet. Why?

As he was skimming over the blog code (like he had any idea what he was doing), a white spot appeared to the right. A reflection of the silent brother that was attempting to sneak up on him.

"I can see you, Emmet," Ingo stated, and Emmet stopped in place. And he just stood there. Menacingly. Ingo opted to ignore him, until Emmet moved closer and just kept standing there.

"What do you want?" Ingo asked, finally turning to look at him. Emmet's response was to T-pose for a solid ten seconds before leaving without a word. What? What?? Then he spotted Banette holding Emmet's phone in the doorway. She was on Durant's back, looking equally as confused as her trainer. Ah. So that's how it was going to be today. He already had a retaliation in mind.

---- Emmet posted the video without much thought. He loved teasing Ingo with utter nonsense. It drove Ingo wild trying to figure out what Emmet was trying to communicate. And the numbers were already coming in! A reblog and a reply! He nearly scrolled away when he very suddenly realized that was HIS personal blog responding!

"Ingo...." he muttered, then checked the reply. Ingo's response was holding Baby Worthy like a shotgun, captioned "Emmet, I am going to kill you with the power of friendship and this gun I found."

Then another post popped up from the personal. Ingo, still holding Baby Worthy, using her to hide his face. Caption, "When you get eeby deeby'd & all you remember is the wikipedia article on trains. Check out this funny looking thing, I'm abandoning my brother for Baby Worthy. She's here for me. [Joking]"

"What the fuck, you egg?!" Emmet yelled across the house, and was met with his brother's loud laughter. So that's how it was? Huh? That's how it was today?? Oh, he'd show Ingo. ---- Ingo eventually went back to his own room, watching all the new memes pour in. That picture of him with Baby Worthy had certainly been worth-y it. Lord Arceus. That pun was awful. That pun was something Elesa would say. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't hear Emmet approaching, only realizing he was being stared at... At the last second.

BONK!

He'd been hit with an old wrapping paper tube. Old, because it was already dented in some places. It'd been around longer than Banette had. Off-track.

Ingo did the only thing he could think of- He fell off his chair and faceplanted onto the floor. Ouch. He regretted that decision immediately, but it made Emmet laugh. Patience, patience...

"You can get up, Ingo! It was a good clip!"

No response. Oh. Oh no. Had he hit too hard? Emmet bent down to inspect. He didn't think Ingo would fake that.

He was wrong.

Ingo lunged, wrapping his arms around Emmet and dragging him down to the floor. He'd gotten stronger in Hisui, and he was about to prove his dominance. Emmet squirmed helplessly, realizing he really was outmatched. As a final show of dominance...

"Say mercy, Emmet. I'm not letting go."

No! No!! Emmet would never! ---- Emmet called mercy a minute later. He'd started to cramp, and Ingo was feeling merciful at the moment. Emmet bonked him with a tissue box. Emmet proceeded to be chased outside by his brother, laughing the entire way out. Once outside, Emmet nursed his cramped arm. Ouch, ouch. Ingo considered taking a potshot at Emmet from a window, but decided against it when he realized Emmet was hurting.

"Truce?" Ingo called down, and Emmet nodded. "Truce!"

Emmet spent a few more minutes outside enjoying the breeze before heading back in. Ingo had picked up his controller and died to a boss as Emmet plopped down next to him.

"Darn," was all Ingo said regarding this. Chandelure settled down next to Emmet- He's here to help.

Emmet's phone beeped and both of them jumped. Ingo's character died again. Elesa had been complaining about Emmet not using it, so she stuck to only sending messages it to it and not his Xtrans. He opened it while Ingo peered over his shoulder.

Elesa was presumably standing on something, because otherwise she'd have no way to dwarf Skyla. She was holding Skyla under the armpits like a long Meowth. Written on it in Impact font was "I'll kill you with my heels and this gun I found."

Emmet burst out laughing so hard he fell off the sofa. Ingo just shook his head and went back to his game. Chandelure found under Emmet, dead and killed. Help him.

#subway bosses #track system #writing tag #submas #emmet #ingo #cain instinct

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darkmulti · 2 years

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Hi!! I discovered your blog from a while and damn I love it!!! I saw that the request are open so may I ask a smut hc for Yandere!Taehyung where he's making his s/o jealous focusing on another girl telling to his s/o that he found a new target and don't give attention to her anymore and then his s/o start to get mad, insane and jealous and she end to kill the new girl and he punish s/o for that? Sorry for the errors but english is not my first language :c but heck I want Tea to fuck the life out of me

⚠️: dark content, murder, Yandere!reader, yandere Taehyung, spanking, choking, breeding, corruption kink (? Is that a thing, idk), MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Taehyung was crazy for you from the beginning

Before he asked you out, he kept an eye on you

He didn’t talk to you like a normal person would, instead he’d just watch you

And during his time watching you, he found your strengths and weaknesses

One of your strengths were that you were a great problem solver

You’d always think your decisions through before taking the next step

You followed your brain, not your heart

However, one of your weaknesses is that you get attached too easily

He’d watch your friendships come and go

One day, you’re all over your bestie but as soon as they get in a relationship, you’re pushed away

He could see the hurt in your eyes when your abandoned once again

It was clear that you were lonely, even if you always had a bright smile on your face

This gave Taehyung a perfect opportunity to swoop in and save you from your loneliness

Sure it was awkward at first, but after you warmed up to each other, you two were inseparable

A couple months go by and Taehyung asked you to be his girlfriend

You practically jumped on him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying you’ve been a waiting for so long for him to pop the question

He only chuckled and kissed you back

Life seemed to be perfect after that

You and Taehyung were moving so fast, thinking about it made your head spin

Soon after he took your virginity, every night you’d find yourself at his place, either cuddled up and watching a movie or straight up having sex

You hated leaving his side, so eventually he asked you to move in with him

You became so attached to him

The thought of something going wrong between you two made you tear up

So to avoid fighting with him, you listened and did whatever he wanted

However, Taehyung got bored too quickly

He loved your submissive side but seeing you getting your feelings get hurt sparked something sadistic inside of him

So while you two were at dinner at a local restaurant, the waitress kept on flirting with Taehyung and even wrote her number down on a napkin and gave it to him discreetly

You didn’t notice because you were looking down at the menu

Once you got home, he immediately started texting her

From that moment on, he became very distant from you and you couldn’t understand why

It was tearing your apart because you believed you did something wrong

You begged him to forgive you while he was getting ready for dinner as he planned on going without you

The door bell rang and he was quick to answer it

Right in front of your eyes, he pecked her cheek and invited her in

You recognized her as the waitress and gave them a confused look

You looked completely broken

“I don’t need you anymore, I found someone else. You can pack your stuff and leave my apartment.”

“No! Taehyung why? What did I do?”

He didn’t even glance back at you. He took his wallet and car keys and left with that women

You on the other hand curled up on the floor and cried

You ended up falling asleep because when they came back home from dinner, you were softly snoring on the living room floor

The bright lights woke you up and you saw Taehyung and that awful women staring you down

“Thought I told you to leave.”

“No, p-please don’t.”

“You really do love me a lot, eh?”

You nodded and sat up right, never breaking eye contact with him

“Prove it to me then.”

“How?”

Taehyung grabbed the waitresses wrist and pushed her on the couch

“Stay there.” He said before going to the kitchen and opening one of the utensil drawers

He came back with a knife in his hand

He squatted down to your level and reached out to caress your cheek

“How much do you love me?”

“I love you more than anymore. I’d do anything for you.”

He handed you the knife and forced your to wrap your fingers around the handle

“Prove it to me, then. Kill that women, sweetheart.”

Your heart dropped

He wanted you to murder someone?

Why were you considering doing it?

Taehyung got back up and took a step back

“If you really love me, you’ll kill that women for me. You need to prove that you weren’t lying.”

You looked back at the women who was crying on the couch

Taehyung had thought ahead and had taken her purse and phone and she’d hadn’t even realized it

She, like you, was helpless

But then again, she wanted your boyfriend

The thought of someone taking Taehyung away from you, enraged you

How dare she even think about being with him?!

He belongs to you and you belong to him, just like how you promised each other

You stood up, slow and shakily

“Please don’t! Please, I have a life to live too. I’m still young and have so much to live for.”

“You practically asked for a death sentence when you still went out with a man who you know is in a relationship.”

“Please, I was just thinking about my future.”

“With my boyfriend?!”

You grabbed her hair and pulled her to the ground before plunging the knife into her stomach

“He’s mine! How. Fucking. Dare. You. Think. About. Your. Future. With. My. Boy. Friend!”

You’d stabbed her with each word

She was bleeding out on the rug underneath you two

Taehyung put his drink down and lifted you up off her

He took the knife out of your hands and hugged you from behind

The tip of his nose brushed against the shell of your ear

“So, you really do love me. That’s good to know but you’ve made such a big mess that I’m going to have to clean up. I’m gonna punish you for that.”

“Please do. Just don’t leave me again. I’ll kill myself if you do.”

“Now, now, don’t say that honey.”

The warm water running down your body was quite soothing

Taehyung was behind you, scrubbing the blood off your body while leaving some kisses on your neck

He put the loofah down and gripped your waist

His fingers rubbed on your clit for a couple of seconds, making you shudder

He bent you over a bit and thrusted in smoothly

Taehyung took it slow but once you got more wet, he quickened his pace

The bathrooms were soon filled with moans, groans and claps

He pulled your hair back and spanked you a few times before turning you around and pushing you up against the glass

You wrap your legs and arms around him as he placed his forehead on yours

His hands came up to your neck and gave it a light squeeze

“You’re mine, right?”

“I’m yours, I’m yours!” You cried out

Taehyung attached his lips onto yours and both of you made out for a couple of minutes while he continued fucking you

You pulled away, trying to catch your breath while he felt himself getting closer

“Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

“You gonna cum f’me, baby.”

“S-so, close!” You began clenching around him, making him groan right into your ear

“Cum baby. Cum on my cock.”

The white substance streamed right out of you, onto his cock then down to the shower floor

A few seconds later, he released inside of you, praising you for taking him so well

“Tae.” You muttered, hopelessly. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“So dependent on me. How cute.”

“I’m serious. Please don’t.”

“I won’t sweetheart.”

#taehyung smut #yandere taehyung #taehyung yandere #bts smut #tw: dark fic #tw: dark themes #bts yandere smut #bts yandere reaction #bts yandere #yandere bts

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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Please Read! - Some News and Very Important Questions for Y'all

Okay so y'all may have noticed that I haven't been posting hcs nearly as much as I did a few weeks ago. The reason is, of course, Uni. I've been completely buried with essays (and the odd all-nighter) these last couple of weeks, but that time has passed and my new workload seems to be a lot lighter. So I should be back to posting hcs like once every two to three days. (Thank god cause I desperately want to get back to writing regularly haha.)

In terms of what I have planned, we got some Jeb and Tricky stuff up next, which should be posted either tonight or tomorrow. After those are done, I've got some Self-Aware!Torture stuff for a certain Anon of mine (you know who you are ;)). As much as I would like to open requests back up, I still have a lot of older ones to work on. But quite a few of them don't relate to the self-aware AU, so:

My first question is:

Would you all like to vote on which one of those hcs takes a precedent (like which one you'd like to see most to help me order them)? I know a lot of you are probably interested mainly in my self-aware au, but I still want to give you some input in what I'm doing even if it's not related to that. Also, I'll still be doing a lot of self-aware stuff (cause you already know it's my obsession at this point lol). So don't worry about me abandoning this au, cause I refuse to do that.

Second question: !!This is about smut so very important!!

So I think we can agree that me writing this content is inevitable, cause I already said I would. However, I realize that there are quite a few minors following this blog, so I have two options when it comes to posting this content:

A. Post it on Tumblr with the DNI Warnings, everything behind a cut, and tagged appropriately so you can just block it out if you want. I'll also make it abundantly clear that it's smut. Y'know, standard stuff.

B. Post it only on Ao3 and give a link. Will still include warnings beforehand and tags because it's necessary regardless.

Which one would you prefer?

(Also: Please block the tag tw: smut (all lowercase) if you are a minor, just to be safe! Y'all don't need to be seeing this stuff anyway.)

I don't think smut will have too big of a presence on this blog, but it will definitely happen at some point. I value your comfort and safety over anything else, so if you have any preferences please let me know! I welcome the feedback. :)

That's it, really. So thank you for your patience with me and my inconsistent schedule, and thanks again for your support of my writing. I appreciate y'all so much. ❤️

#and thanks for reading this unnecessarily long post 😅#important

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weebswrites · 3 years

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Heyy! I recently came across your blog and a absolutely love your writing! 🥰

Would it be possible to request an angst hc with the Obey me brothers? So maybe the bros were having a bad day and they lash out at the MC. The MC leaves them alone and the brothers don’t hear from them for hours and think MC just doesn’t want to talk to them but in reality MC got attacked and is barely alive. And maybe MC summons the brother with what little strength they have left so the brother is met with an MC laying in front of them almost dead.

Ah I’m sorry I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore this if it’s too much! Have a good day :D

A/N: YES YES YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU ANON

The Demon Bros Saving Your Life (this will have swear words and light descriptions of violence so if that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion pls I love u guys)

Lucifer

“MC, please just leave me alone” he spat, trying to stay calm but losing his patience quickly

“Lucifer, I’m not letting you shove me away. You can do that to your brothers, but not to me” you insist, remembering your conversation where he said to ignore him when he tried to push you away

“I’ll do what I want to you, human, don’t forget your place” he boomed, so loud your eyes reactively filled with tears

“Fine, do what you want” you mutter at him before storming out, slamming the door behind you

He knew he fucked up, but wasn’t in the headspace to chase after you, so he stayed in his office and worked. He’d apologize later

You ran out of the HoL, just wanting to be out of Lucifer’s reach for a bit. You decide to go to Purgatory Hall to visit Simeon, your best friend outside of the HoL, but take the scenic route there to clear your head a bit and calm down. Before you know it the sun is setting, and figure you should get to Simeon’s sooner rather than later.

“Hey, aren’t you Lucifer’s bitch” you hear from an alleyway, and suddenly you’re just as annoyed as before. But you know better than to engage with any demons that are egging you on like that, so you keep walking

Then you’re grabbed from behind and slammed against a brick wall, hitting your head roughly against the surface

“Fuck” you exhale, vision already blurring

“Think you can ignore me, human? You’re weak here, nothing” the demon drove a fist into your stomach, causing you to cough

“I’ll show you not to come back to the Devildom ever again, filthy human”

By the time he was done you were a bloody mess crumpled on the ground, in the fetal position to protect your vital organs as much as you could, but you felt yourself losing consciousness

The demon spat on you before leaving, laughing as he walked away. Your body was in so much pain, and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality

You could felt your lips moving as your vision turned to black, and your last coherent thought before blacking out was realizing you were summoning Lucifer

“I...summon the Avatar of Pride...” you inhaled as much as you could, but his name came out a whisper, “Lucifer”

You saw his legs appear before you lost consciousness, thankful you were actually able to summon him

“What the fuck” was his first comment, as he didn’t see you at his feet, but as soon as he did he felt his heart shatter

“MC! Fuck, MC. MC?” he shook you very lightly, and when you didn’t respond he went into overdrive. He picked you up gently in his arms after examining where you were most badly injured, as to not make anything worse

He was in demon form from the moment he saw you, wanting as much of his strength at his disposal as he could have. He flew you to the nearest hospital (idk if there’s a hospital in the devildom but there is now) and demanded you be placed in the best care possible, and also made it very clear that he wasn’t going to leave your side

He watched as doctors sewed your wounds closed and put an IV in your arm, unable to take his eyes off their every move. After a few hours, the doctor turned to Lucifer

“They should wake up within a few hours,” the doctor said before leaving

“Thank you. Please mail the bill to Lord Diavolo and I’ll take care of it” he said, figuring that was easier than having to fill out the HoL on paperwork

He was then alone with you, and he scooted his chair next to your bed and took your hand in his, holding it gently

“I’m so sorry, MC” he whispered and pressed his lips to the top of your hand as he tried not to cry

He sat there for what felt like hours, but just twenty minutes passed before he felt you move slightly

Your eyes fluttered open, and you took a moment to adjust to the lights

You felt warmth around your hand, and recognized it instantly, looking to your side and locking eyes with Lucifer

“Luci” you whisper, voice hoarse from not having used it for hours

“MC, I’m so sorry” his voice was soft and you could tell how distraught he was, “I never should have snapped at you, it was out of place and rude and I’m sorry” he rambled on like this for a minute, and you just appreciated his genuine care for you as you listened to him speak

“Lucifer” you cut him off, “Thank you for taking care of me. I forgive you”

Mammon

“Just get a job! Then your brothers won’t shit on you all the time” you suggested. Mammon had come to you venting about how some of his brothers had ganged up on him again and demanded that they pay him back. You were more understanding than you probably should have been with him, but wanted him to be proactive and get himself out of this on his own

“It isn’t that easy! Damnit MC, I thought you understood me!” he snapped, and you decided you should just let him cool down

“Look, Mammon. I’m always here for you with this, but you can’t keep complaining about this and not doing anything about it when there’s an easy solution. I have to go study with Satan for a test we have, so I’m going to go meet him. Text me when you’ve calmed down”

You meant it to be caring, but his mind was clouded, and he took it as you pitying him and running away - his greatest fear

“Fine!” he huffed, turning his back to you

You were saddened by this, but genuinely had to go, so you turned and left, thankful for the bit of time that you knew Mammon needed alone to clear his head

You were walking to the library, in the middle of a text to Satan when you accidentally bumped into another demon

“Shit, my bad” you apologize, but the demon had no intention of letting you get away with that

“A human, eh?” he grabbed your shirt collar and instantly drove a fist to your jaw

“What the fuck” you tried to say, but couldn’t really speak

The demon punched you a few more times, and you thought that they had the strength of Beel with how much it hurt

Your body was tossed to the ground and kicked before being abandoned, and you wished you didn’t take the back way to the library

“I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon” you whispered, hoping your words were enunciated enough for the summoning to work

“MC!” he noticed you instantly, crouching down and putting a hand on your arm, “MC what happened. Wait don’t talk, can you stand?”

You began to sit up, which he took as a yes, and he wrapped his arm around you to help you stand

He studied your injured face as you stood, and wished he had the power to heal you instantly

“Come on MC, the hospital is close”

“T-Text Satan I’m not coming” you handed him your phone, not wanting Satan to think that you ditched him

Mammon exhaled a laugh through his nose, “You’re always thinking of others, MC” he commented, “We really don’t deserve you”

You just shook your head, feeling like you didn’t deserve the joy the demons brought you

Mammon stayed by your side until you were completely healed, which took a few weeks. He even signed up for a job with Akuzon DC. It was the most selfless you’d ever seen him, and you thanked him for his kindness once you were healed with a gift card to his favorite store

Leviathan

“Just stop! I get it, you have other friends, I don’t care. Go have fun with them” he snapped. Levi hadn’t slept in about 48 hours and you could tell

“Levi, please sleep. I’ll be back in a few hours” you try to comfort him, but he isn’t hearing it

“Whatever, MC”

You’re hurt by his attitude, but know he’s just exhausted. You turn to leave and plan to head back to him a bit sooner to spend extra time with him (quality time love language lookin demon) (also the avatar of envy but that’s not as funny of a joke so)

You were planning to meet with some classmates to study, but you ran into a demon on your way that had been bullying you for being human for the whole semester

You hadn’t told any of the brothers because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but you were worried suddenly what the demon would do to you outside of the school grounds

“Hey, it’s the human” she snarled, stepping in front of you to stop your path

“Sorry, I’m busy” you tried to walk around her, but she had no intention of letting you go unscathed

“Not so fast” she stomped her foot over yours to stop you and shoved you back against a light pole nearby

You felt the cold metal slam against your spine and grunted in discomfort

“Can’t take a little pain? That’s too bad” she said, taking you by your shirt and throwing your body on the road

She kicked your body for what felt like minutes while spitting insults at you, before leaving your weakened body on the ground

You tried to get up once she was gone but screamed in pain, not able to move a muscle

“I summon the Avatar of Envy, Leviathan,” you said, tears starting to run down your face at his name

“Levi, Levi please, help me” you whispered as he appeared

“MC, I’m here” he kneeled down beside you and inspected your body, “I’m here, don’t worry”

“Levi” your hand tightened around his jacket, “Help”

He picked you up, maintaining your position in his arms, and took you to the hospital as fast as he could while keeping you comfortable

He stayed by your side as much as he was legally allowed to while the doctors cared for your torso and x-rayed your foot. After a day or so you were allowed home, and he insisted that he stayed by your side until you were completely healed

Satan

“MC, I’ve asked you eight times to leave me alone, I’m clearly trying to read, can’t you take the hint?” he sighed exasperatedly and waited for you to leave, not intending his words to be so harsh but he figured you’d be fine

You were not fine! What the fuck Satan.

“Fine, screw you then” you retorted and left, slamming the door behind you

He realized that you weren’t fine, but wanted to finish his book. Then he’d apologize. But when we went to your room later that night to talk, you didn’t answer.

“MC, come on, open up. I’m sorry for earlier, can we just talk?”

Beelzebub was walking by, “I haven’t seen them since this morning, they left the house crying” he said awfully casually, “I never saw them come back”

Satan felt the blood drain from his face and he ran out of the HoL, ignoring Beel’s “I’m sure they’re fine now!” from behind him

He barely made it out of the doors before he was summoned, and he was confused before he realized the only way he could be summoned was by you

As soon as he was there he saw you, thrown against a dumpster, barely able to hold yourself up

“Satan” you called, voice weak, and he was at your side in less than a second

He stood in front of you and you got on his back, wrapping your arms over his neck

“Tell me what happened. Who did this” his voice was firm and you could almost feel the anger radiating off him

You muttered a name under your breath before resting your head on his shoulder, trying everything you could to not pass out

“Satan, talk to me. I can’t stay awake”

That scared him, so he walked to the hospital a bit faster, but gently still as to not cause you any extra pain

He started telling you about his book since that was all he did that day, but it ended up turning into a long apology for pushing you away and raising his voice earlier. You would have cut him off but you didn’t have the strength to, so you just listened to his words, noticing the thought he had clearly put into them throughout the day

“Satan-” you started, and he instantly stopped to listen, “I forgive you”

He was silent, a sense of relief and appreciation for you washing over him and he thanked you for your understanding of his anger as you arrived at the hospital

Similar to Lucifer, he demanded you to be seen by the best doctor there was on staff, price be damned. He watched intensely as the doctor checked you out, eyeing them up and down to make sure they were good enough and treating you with the same care he would

Once you were released he had Diavolo send a car to drive the two of you back to the HoL, where Satan had had your room prepared with new pillows (the kind you mentioned liking from his room, as well as new ones of the ones you had), freshly washed sheets and duvet, and a cup of your favorite drink waiting for you (he definitely didn’t bribe his brothers to get your room ready, not that it took much bribing)

In addition, each of the brothers had pitched in to get you flowers and a stuffed animal that you’d mentioned wanting, a few weeks ago. The sight of it all made you tear up, and you wrapped Satan in the tightest hug he’d ever gotten

Asmodeus

“I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, MC, but I just need some time by myself,” he said, and you could tell he was losing his patience

“Are you sure?” you offer one last time before leaving, wanting to make sure he really wanted to be alone

“Yes! I am!” he snapped, and you felt bad for pushing

“Sorry, Asmo. Feel better” you leave and take care to close the door as quietly as you can on your way out

You were having a bit of a bad day yourself, so you decide to go walk around the devildom and let the fresh air clear your head

Which ended up being a bad idea, as you ran into one of the demons that always hit on you in one of your classes.

“Hey, MC, you finally aren’t with any of those idiot brothers” he approached you and tried to touch your arm, but you pushed it away

“Oh, they’re fiesty. I’ll have to teach you a lesson” he spat on the ground next to you and before you knew it he pushed you against a wall and was punching you senseless

It felt like he’d never stop, but eventually it did, and he left you to bleed on the road. You tried to stand up, not thinking your injuries would be that servere, but you couldn’t move. You sighed and closed your eyes, exhaustion suddenly washing over you

You knew you probably had a concussion and some broken ribs, and that you shouldn’t lose consciousness, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You summoned Asmo.

“I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus” you spoke, and there he was

“MC! Babes, what happened? Where are you hurt” he knelt in front of you and looked over your body

“Ribs...and my head...” you whined, leaning forward for him to take you in his arm

Asmodeus was stronger than you realized, and he picked you up easily and started walking you back to the HoL. “Let’s get you laying down and I’ll call a doctor” he said gently, “Then Satan and I will take care of the idiot who did this”

Until you were healed he was by your side, bringing you anything you even thought of wanting and getting the classwork you missed from your classes

Beelzebub

“Hey Beel, what’s up!” you walked into the kitchen and greeted your favorite demon cheerily

He grunted, usually a sign that he should be left alone, but you wanted some Beel time and figured you’d just be cautious and give him his space

“How was your day” you asked innocently

“Not now, MC. I’m not in the mood” his voice was firm, and you took the message

“Got it, I’ll leave” you said apologetically, and left the kitchen. You were a bit upset by him pushing you away, but knew he just needed space. You decided to walk to get takeout for dinner, and made your way to the restaurant on your own.

That was a mistake. You weren’t even halfway there when you figured later you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

“Is that a human? Here?” you heard from across the road, and sighed, hoping to get off easy

“Hey, human!” the demons walked over to you and you stopped, deciding to at least acknowledge them so they’d think they could insult you and move along

“Wow, I’ve never met a human in real life before” one of them smirked, “I wonder just how weak they really are”

“I wouldn’t test it, just because I’m a human doesn’t mean I don’t know some demons who would make your lives miserable if you hurt me”

The other demon scoffed, “You’re lying. What demon would befriend a human”

You were getting irritated at the attitude being thrown at you, so you decided to fight back with a little sass of your own, “Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Lord Diavolo, to name a few” you smirked and crossed your arms

“Bullshit” one of the two demons got in your face, “there’s no way a demon like that would look twice at you”, and before you could begin to think of a comeback you felt a sharp pain in your side

You looked down to see a gash in your side, thankfully seeming to not have hit an organ, but it was still bleeding pretty badly. You didn’t know what to do, but didn’t really have the chance to do much because a few strong punches were delivered to your core immediately after

“Fuck” you mumbled as you crumpled to the ground, and heard the demons laughing as they walked away. You felt yourself bleeding pretty heavily, and knew you wouldn’t be able to make it back to the HoL

“I summon the Avatar of Gluttony. Beelzebub” you said, hoping you remembered how to use your pact correctly

He appeared before you and you let out a sigh of relief, then wincing in pain at your own action

“MC!” he instantly took off his grey hoodie and pressed it to your wound, “There’s an underground hospital close, is it safe for me to lift you or can you walk”

“I think I can walk, but can you keep an arm around me” you ask, and he obviously does

You get to the hospital and are instantly checked in and brought to a care room. Beel holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as tightly as you need as your wound is sewn up, and then the nurses give you pain medication for the next few weeks

You didn’t know the names of the demons who hurt you, but Lucifer found out easily with his many connections, and he and the rest of his siblings, along with Lord Diavolo, made sure that the two demons never so much as thought about you ever again

Belphegor

“Belphie, please let me in” you knocked on his door again, not knowing what had caused him to storm off in the first place

The door opened, but before you could say anything Belphie was talking

“MC, I’m fucking pissed right now, and the last person I want to be around is you” his voice was sharp, and you almost teared up at how genuine his words seemed

“Fine, okay, I’m sorry for trying to help” you responded before turning and running down the stairs from his room in the attic, wanting to give him space but also run away from him

You were going to try not to cry, but as soon as you stepped outside the HoL you couldn’t hold back anymore. Sniffling, you walked to the park nearby to sit at a bench and think. You pulled out your D.D.D. to text Beelzebub and ask him to check up on Belphie, but didn’t even unlock it before someone sat down next to you

You didn’t recognize who it was, and you wiped under your eyes as the demon began to speak

But they didn’t say anything near what you expected. Well, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t to be called a filthy human by a stranger

The demon proceeded to call you names, but you were too mentally exhausted to fight back, so you just sat and listened as they tried to get a reaction from you

“What, aren’t you listening to me? Stupid human” and the demon started punching you. Hard.

You tried to fight back at first, but compared to the strength of a demon you couldn’t really do much. Once you started losing consciousness the other demon left you to sit, laughing at your wounds

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to bother Belphie if he was still in a bad mood, but you needed help. You pulled out your D.D.D. and saw a text from him, reading: ‘MC, I’m sorry. Please come back, give me a chance to explain’

As you couldn’t move, you realized your only option was to summon him, so that’s exactly what you did

“I summon the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor” you suddenly got nervous, unsure why since you and Belphie were so close, but you knew he’d help you no matter what

“MC? MC holy shit” he sat next to you on the bench and you instantly leaned into him and started sobbing

“MC I’m so sorry, this never should have happen” he had an arm around you

You sniffled, “It isn’t your fault, I was just clearing my head” you reassured him, still hurt by his previous words but not at all blaming him for the other demon’s attack

He brought you back to the HoL and gave you ice packs for the bruises that were starting to surface, making sure you had everything you needed for the next many days until you were healed

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A/N: This took me longer than I thought it would to write but I also kept taking breaks and had three classes today lol. But here it is !!! I love writing angst hehe so this was really fun

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cigarettesandslushies · 3 years

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destress // jd x stressed!reader

jd helps you destress from studying for midterms

word count: 1,700

tw: language, smut, ambiguous gender but was written for a female!reader in mind

requests & questions

Note: Hello! I’m a new writing blog! I am an aspiring writer and thought it would be fun to get in some practice by writing for some of my favorite fandoms. I’ve been wanting to write JD x Reader fics for a while so I’m happy to finally be doing that. Please feel free to send in requests! This is my first-time writing smut so be gentle with me (even if JD isn’t being gentle with you). -Ellie

“Shit, did a fucking tornado hit your room?”

You didn’t acknowledge the intruder that entered through your bedroom window. You didn’t have the time to. With multiple midterms coming up that you weren’t the least bit prepared for, every second from now until then was precious.

“Not even a hello, darling?”

You could tell that a brow of his was quirked, teasing. He very well knew that midterms were next week. Though, compared to you, he couldn’t give less of a shit. How you wish you could do the same.

“JD, not now.” You warned.

He stood, appraising your midterm wrecked room quietly. Notes, textbooks, and wrappers galore decorated various surfaces, from the floor to the bed to your vanity.

He walked, watching each step as he made his way towards you. You were hunched over your desk, nose deep in one of your textbooks. Your highlighter was tapping against the wood of your desk, keeping time with the anxious bounce of your leg.

He was behind you in the next moment, resting his head against yours. He placed his hands on your thighs firmly, slowing your movements. You took a deep breath, setting your book down. Your head titled up, moving his head from yours in order to meet his gaze.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your lips upon seeing him. God, he was such a better sight than statistics.

“Hello.” You murmured.

He matched your smile, dropping his volume to yours. “See? Now was that so hard?” He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Hello, darling. How are you? Did you miss me?”

You rested your head back against him. Your eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the warmth of his body. “No. Not even a little bit. Statistics has been the best company.”

“Oh, really? I’m going to wager that stats is fucking you pretty hard.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Maybe even harder than you.”

“Are you challenging me? You know I always win.”

You took a deep breath. The slight smile gone from your face and replaced with a deep frown. Your eyebrows pulled together, your face scrunching to meet the stress headache growing.

“JD, you know on any other day I would want you to win. I can’t.”

“Come on, give me just an hour.”

“Bullshit.” You were quick to reply. Your eyes flew open to stare up at him. “Like we’ve ever gone just an hour. You keep me for multiple hours which I don’t have. I’m already losing sleep as it is. I promise you can keep me up some other night but tonight-“

He stepped back, grabbing the back of your chair, and spinning you to face him. “Darling,” he drawled slowly. “You’re losing it.”

You blinked once, your gaze falling into your lap as you processed his words. Your hands met your head, elbows resting on your knees as you curled up into yourself. “I know.” You spoke into your hands. “God, JD, I’m so fucking stressed. I have so many midterms to study for without enough hours in the day. I can’t fail these. They’re worth so much of my grade. It will ruin my GPA if I get anything less than-”

“Sh, sh…” he crouched, leveling himself with you. “How about we round up your teachers in an abandoned building and blow it up, hm? Would that make this all better?”

You would have laughed if you didn’t know that he was completely serious. This boy would do anything for you. He’s proved that time and time again. “Getting rid of the teachers wouldn’t get rid of the classes themselves. I’d still have to take the midterms eventually.”

“You’d at least get more time.”

“True.” You agreed. Another deep breath and you lifted your head from your hands. “I think it would just be easier for me to study. It would take time and planning to pull it off and anyway, do you want to go through a whole grieve fest at school?”

“It would make for an interesting week.”

“You aren’t funny.”

“No, I’m hilarious.” He took your hands in his, pulling you up from your seat. “Fine, no offing the teachers, but you know the more that you try to cram all that shit in your head, the more it will spill out. Breaks are healthy, recommended even.”

A finger under your chin, a thumb resting below your lip, he brought his face closer to yours. He was close, too close. You smelled his last cigarette and a cherry slushie lingering in his breath.

“Let me help you destress.” He ghosted the words over your lips. How could you ever think that you could deny him? How could you ever think that he wouldn’t get his way?

All it took was a quiet please and his hands were everywhere.

With one swift movement, JD knocked the contents of your desk onto the floor. With another, you were sitting on top of it, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He caught your lips with his, too slow, too gentle.

You didn’t have the patience for his teasing.

You intertwined your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. You pressed your lips harder against his, showing him your eagerness to have him, just as he wanted.

You could feel him smirk against your lips, his hands moving to undress you from the waist down.

“Well, would you look at that? For someone who didn’t want to even acknowledge me, you sure are eager to have me inside of you.”

You bit back a moan, his words touching you before he even laid a hand between your legs.

Fucking asshole and his way with dirty talk.

“Jason Dean, you’re a pain in my ass.” You replied breathlessly.

A low chuckle followed as you dragged your lips across his jawline in a sporadic series of kisses. You bucked your hips up towards him, a sign for him to hurry the hell up and take you already.

You would have been surprised if he actually took the sign instead of ignoring it and taking another direction.

“Nu uh, darling. I can’t shove my cock in you and fuck you into the desk until the wood chips just yet. With how stressed you are over midterms, I’m not sure if you can handle it. So let me loosen you up first, hm?”

He didn’t wait to slip a finger inside of you, then two, and then three. You leaned back along the desk, your elbows barely keeping you up and steady. He set a rhythm, relishing the sounds that you made for him and him alone. Whimpers, gasps, and moans alike were all tangled with his name.

He felt you were getting close. He could always tell, sometimes before you even knew. You never quite knew how close you were to falling off the edge until he was pulling away from you, leaving you empty and longing for him to fill you again.

Just like he liked it.

“JD,” you breathed shakily. You didn’t realize that your elbows had failed you early on and you were lying completely flat against the desk. You shifted your weight, lifting yourself back up and onto your elbows once more. Your eyes narrowed when you caught his gaze.

“What? Did you not want to cum on my cock after all?” He asked innocently, a contrast to the words that came from his mouth.

“God, I could kill you.”

“There can be only one killer in this relationship, darling.” He drawled, undoing his jeans. He was hard and so ready to fuck you until you couldn’t remember the population versus the sample. He hesitated, almost expecting another retort, another “you’re not funny”, but no. You weren’t going to drag this out any longer. You wanted him now.

You needed him now.

“JD, please. For the love of god, fuck me.”

He didn’t even have to ask for a please. He knew that meant there was nothing else in your head but wanting him to fuck you.

Would there ever come a time that he wouldn’t get exactly what he wanted?

“Only because you asked so nicely.” It only took a single beat, a single thrust before he was inside of you completely, barely giving you a chance to adjust to him. You let yourself fall back onto the desk, crying out his name.

The rhythm he set was faster, rougher. His fingers curled over your shoulders. His hands pushed you down as his hips pushed you up. Every thrust was met with force. He never let you move. He did the moving for you. He was in full control, using your body for his pleasure which just so happened to cause you pleasure.

A perfect match, that’s what he said, and you believed it. He knew exactly where to hit the tip of his cock to make you-

“JD, I’m getting-”

“Mmm, I can feel that. I didn’t think you could get any tighter.”

“JD-”

His lips caught the rest of your whine. His movements were sloppier now, his hands messily tangling themselves in your hair. He was close too.

As he pulled back ever so slightly, he uttered three words. “Cum for me.”

With that, you came undone and he followed closely behind. Screams and moans of ecstasy were muffled against one another’s lips. It took a few moments for the both of you to catch your breath. He waited until your breathing steadied to pull out.

He pressed his lips against your forehead. “There. That should get you through stats.”

You laughed. “It should, but is it going to get me through French?”

“Finish studying for stats and we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Let’s get you cleaned up and while you finish studying, I’ll go get you some real food. No more of this granola shit.”

He began walking towards the bathroom but stopped halfway across your room. He didn’t turn to look at you when he said:

“You’re one of the smartest people I know. I know it’s not much coming from a town full of slaves and blanks but if there’s anyone who can pass these midterms it’s you.”

He continued walking.

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kimsaena88 · 3 years

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After I had decided to close my blog, I had struggled to actually deactivate. I knew I needed time away, but I had shared so much of my thoughts and feelings, that I couldn’t heart completely abandoning it. Many had reached out to me, both in the comments and through private messages, offering warm words of support and understanding. Many expressed how much they related to and enjoyed my posts and were sad to see me go, but they wished me the best all the same. I cried. Their kind and encouraging words meant so much to me. Still, I knew I needed to walk away for a while.

A few days ago, I had checked back in, just to see. Somehow, in my absence, I had gained more followers, despite my closing post. I was shocked. I was thankful. At the same time, I was unsure if I wanted to return to making posts. I struggled to stay motivated in the aftermath of yet another heartbreak. Once again, I felt I needed to leave.

Unbeknownst to me, I had received a private message yesterday morning. Late in the evening, something told me to just check. I saw I had a new message from an unfamiliar name, and everything changed. Every word resonated deep in my heart. As a fellow POC, they shared how they struggle to speak their truth, fearing the response from past experiences. Just like me, BTS means a lot to them, as a racial and ethnic minority. They too feel it is important to point out the racism and double standards that BTS experiences in America and its biased market.

Their parting words gave me comfort, and a revitalized urge to speak myself:

“Reading your closing statement made me think a lot about how these spaces make me feel. I relate to what you wrote a lot. I just wanted to let you know that. I hope you find peace and restore what was depleted on tumblr. I will always appreciate the things you gave.”

A lump formed in my throat. My heart instantly felt full. They couldn’t have possibly known this, but their message came when I needed it most.

I felt heard. I felt understood. I finally, truly realized that my words do matter, and that my feelings are valid. I don't need to run away. I can help make a positive space for ARMY. I want to be a safe place for ARMY, and anyone else, who needs it. If sharing my thoughts and feelings will help even one person feel safe and understood, that’s more than reason enough for me to resume my blog.

I am glad to say that I am back! Albeit, I may not post all the time, and will always consider my needs first, but I will post when I can!!

열심히 하겠습니다! 💜💜

Aside from tumblr, I am excited to share that I am going to finally get to see BTS live in concert! My best friend and I had purchased tickets for two dates of their MOTS 7 tour last year. But as we all know, Covid had other plans. We held onto our tickets all the way up until the tour was officially canceled. Needless to say, we did not hesitate to try our luck again! We managed to score some amazing seats! My sister, my mom, and some new friends are coming too! My mom actually cried when she heard that BTS were finally going to get to perform for their fans again! I’m not surprised though, since this lady calls BTS her sons, never fails to mention how proud of them she is, and has gotten teary eyed more than once at the mention of them (she even cried listening to Magic Shop)!

I can’t wait! The odds of them performing songs from MOTS 7, BE, and their American singles are high, so I’m extremely excited! I’m absolutely over the moon! I know the boys will be just as happy (if not happier) to see ARMY as we are to see them! TEARS WILL BE SHED! I have a feeling I'm going to ugly cry at least once, or twice hahaha 💜💜

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time.

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember.

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.”

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.”

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].”

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found.

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.”

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.”

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.”

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story.

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.”

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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Queeeeen, are you taking requests?

If you are, can you please write a fic from Alan's pov where Ethan talks about MC?

(Not in book 3 pls, I want to forget that monstrosity 🤢)

Just Ethan not realising that he's talking about her non-stop and Alan teasing the crap out of him hehe.

(If you have a slightly different idea, go for it!!! Anything and everything you write always has me- 🤩🤩)

Have a great day, queen ❤❤❤❤

After

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Becca) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: implied trauma Summary: Alan makes his way to comfort Ethan after hearing about the assassination attempt. Tropes: Hurt/Comfort; 2.11

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I outlined this piece as part of my 2.11 / Leakage sequel mini series that I never finished. It’s a bit different that what you’re after, but thank you for the motivation 💕💞💕

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Just Two People: I. After.

10 hours. It’s been ten hours since the worst 24 hours of his life. Ten hours since they declared the antidote successful. Ten hours since she was moved to a private room on the Diagnostics wing, ten feet away from the office.

It’s been three hours since he returned to the hospital. Naveen and the rest of the team forced him home, to sleep and eat and change into a fresh pair of clothing that weren’t drenched in stricken sweat. 90 minutes - that’s how long he was gone for. That’s as long as his body and mind and soul would let him be away from her.

Even now, ten feet away and separated by two walls and a corridor seems much too much.

He knew he shouldn’t spend every waking moment at her side, no matter how much his body was willing him to do just that. There was no reason to, not anymore now that she’s cured. He can’t hide under the guise of monitoring her vitals anymore, the nurses have that covered. And anyway, he doesn’t want to fuel the whirling gossip mill any further.

So Ethan Ramsey sits at his desk, alone in the dimming daylight. An untouched glass of water in front of him and his heavy gaze stuck on the back of the caseless iPhone in his hands.

Would it be too much to text her?

It’s been 122 minutes since he last saw her - departed with an “If you need anything, text me” mumbled into her hairline on top of a chaste kiss.

It’s been two hours and two minutes of radio silence.

He’s worried, irrationally so. Shifting in his chair Ethan’s legs begin to jitter, start to lift his body up. But before he could convince herself he’s just going to walk past her room on his way to the restroom, there’s a knock on his ajar door.

“Dad? What’re you doing here?”

“I saw the news,” Alan says with the most sullen expression.

Alan Ramsey looks like he always does, dressed in jeans though his cardigan has been replaced with a ratty old hoodie Ethan’s only ever seen him wear in the house. The young father steps into the darkening office with wrinkles showing years of worry; the slope of his expression feels as if his own flesh and blood were the one on the brink of death mere hours ago.

“I needed to make sure you were alright.”

“You could have called.”

“I did,” a small smile tugs at Alan’s lips. Even in times of hardship his son is still everso the same. “Six times. Left some text messages too.”

The boy hangs his head, deep oceanic eyes darting back to the abandoned phone. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“Don’t be. You’ve had an eventful few days.” Alan moves gingerly and determinedly to perch on the edge of the closest chair in front of his son. “How is she?”

Ethan just shrugs. “Physically, looks like a full recovery. Mentally, too soon to tell. Dr. Hirata has a counselor scheduled to meet with her tomorrow.”

“How are you?”

“I’m…”

From this close Alan could see every flicker of pain Ethan has been harboring. His clear, curious blue eyes were the darkest he’s ever seen them, bordering on limitless midnight if it wasn’t for the faint red surrounding them. There are wrinkles in his pressed shirt and deep circles under his eyes. And the way he sits slumped in his chair and not with the perfect posture he’s been lecturing his father about for the better part of their lives, Alan knew he was right to come. Knew that now was one of those rare times where his son would accept the doting of his single parent.

While Ethan was still searching for the words, Alan rounded the desk to place a hand on his slumped shoulder.

“Ethan, son, you don’t need to hide.”

Easier said than done, Ethan would think on any other day. But not today.

“It was the worst days of my life,” he says it so effortlessly on the breath of a dying man. “I - I thought I lost her, Dad.”

Two sets of the same blue eyes meet, both aged and one much too soon.

“But you didn’t.”

“I know.”

Even now, with the understanding between them too great and effortlessly easy to grab onto, Ethan wouldn't admit to the one truth. Wouldn’t concede to the last argument they had just mere weeks ago. Ethan Ramsey wouldn’t admit it, but he finally knew how and why his dad was holding onto love all this time. If Ethan had lost Rebecca he knew he’d never be open to the notion again. He belonged to her.

Ethan didn’t have to say it for Alan to read the words shouting from his features.

Alan gives Ethan’s shoulder an assuring squeeze. “Have you told her?” he asks with a compassionate smile.

The deep breath Ethan takes and the way his eyes close, then dart to the door on their reopening, has Alan’s heart dropping.

But then, his son surprises him for the umpteenth time.

“Yes.”

The word is small and hoarse, and heavy with something neither man has heard from in a long time.

Alan steps away and lets the feeling linger for a bit. He knows he shouldn’t push or move too fast, knows that if he does he could scare this vulnerable side of his son back into hiding. So they let the hopefulness surround them. They let the light of a new beginning flicker on as Boston settles into evening outside.

When neither of them move to speak, or even move from the stances, Alan decides to take care; “I was planning on making you dinner - What would you prefer?”

Ethan shakes his head, moving to stand. “You don’t have to. You need to get back.”

The two men are as face-to-face as they can get with the younger being nearly a foot taller. Alan can see his son fully now. Can see how his shirt is barely tucked into trousers that don’t match and he’s wearing casual loafers instead of shiny Oxfords.

“Ethan, you look like you’ve been hit by a bus,” Alan tries to laugh the truth off. “And anyway, I took compassionate leave for a few days. Family emergency.”

The words hit Ethan like a bus. If Alan looked closely he could see the tears fighting to emerge in his son’s eyes.

“Dad…”

Ethan’s Adam’s apple is bobbing with all that’s unsaid. The weight of it all pressing onto him in ways he’d never care to imagine. To think, his father frantically drove to Boston at the drop of a hat for a woman he’s met only once - barely even knows.

Alan tries to read around the emotions as best he can. Tells his stoic, unburdensome son the truth, whether he realizes it or not.

“Call it what you want. But if I know anything about my son, it’s that you are completely enamored with that woman and blaming yourself for the situation.”

Alan didn’t know how right he was.

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outercrasis · 3 years

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Sessions

Code Adam

Pairing: College!Din Djarin x F!Reader (Tutor)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Just some parental panic

Summary: Grogu always finds trouble in the grocery store.

A/N: This was written for @autumnleaves1991-blog's Writer Wednesday! The image prompt for this week is down below. This is my first time participating and I had a lot of fun with it, I hope you all enjoy! An additional note on the title: “Code Adam” is used in retail jobs (at least the ones I worked) to refer to a missing child in the store.

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Din hates the grocery store. The severe fluorescent lights are an assault to his eyes (even under the helmet), the overhead music is tinny and irritating, his total is consistently over what he intends to spend, and Grogu always, always finds something to get into. Din hasn’t known peace since the first day he allowed Grogu out of the cart. With each trip he can only pray that whatever happens won’t be as bad as the Spaghetti Sauce Incident. They still aren’t allowed back in that store.

The grocery store however, is a necessary evil in Din’s life despite how hard he tries to avoid it. If he manages to plan right he only needs to go twice a month. He only managed that once, last December. Little things pop up that can’t wait, like when Grogu’s night light burnt out and he didn’t have the proper bulbs to replace it. Or the time both of their toothbrushes fell in the toilet and there were no backups in the apartment. Din holds a special kind of hate for those extra tiny trips.

Today, however, is not one of those supplementary trips. It is a full-scale, well planned assault on the store as Din navigates the aisles with the speed and efficiency of a special ops unit. The last time he was here he noted the layout of every aisle – the location of all crucial items and potential areas for mischief making. This way, Din could quickly move from one side of the store to the other, not having to double back for any items or allow Grogu time to find trouble. He figures if he does it all right then he and Grogu can be out in a cool thirty minutes. Plenty of time for the toddler to feel entertained and not long enough that Din will want to lose his mind completely.

He’s half-way through the plan when he reaches a critical failure. Grogu has disappeared. At some point while Din reorganized the cart from his initial haphazard tosses of products, the toddler snuck away somewhere, leaving Din clueless and panicking.

He's quick to abandon the cart. A cart will only slow him down and who cares about frozen pizzas when his son is missing? A thousand scenarios are running through his head, from the more mundane options of Grogu getting distracted by something shiny and wandering off – to the more nefarious possibilities of some creep snatching him away without Din noticing.

How did Din not notice he was gone? He was just right there, playing with the fog on the glass windows of the freezer doors. Panic controlling his thoughts more than logic, Din frantically looks inside the large freezers, worried that somehow he had shut Grogu inside of one. As could have been predicted, Grogu did not get trapped in an icy prison. Din looks up and down the aisle again, even glancing back underneath the cart to see if Grogu crawled underneath to play a surprise round of hide and go seek.

He's about to run to the front of the store and block the entrance himself until Grogu is found when he hears it. A peal of laughter coming from what could be two aisles over. Din knows that laugh anywhere.

Cart and militaristic plan forgotten, Din runs in the direction of the happy shrieks. Thankfully, whatever Grogu found is keeping him well entertained as the laughs continue, guiding Din right to him. Arriving at the end of aisle 4, Din’s heart begins to pound for a different reason. Grogu is fine, realistically safe even, but he’s being balanced on the hip of some random woman. Her back is to him and Din starts to see red. Was she trying to steal his kid?

Anger and irritation courses through his veins, vision tunneling out to focus on Grogu. He needs him back in his arms now, then he’ll berate this woman, and deal with Grogu later. This would not be the first of their after grocery store behavior talks.

Grogu notices him first, saving him the uncomfortable business of announcing himself to the woman. “Daddy!” Grogu shouts, turning to square him with a wide toothy smile. Din relaxes a little bit, noting that he’s not hurt at least, a small miracle in this situation.

It’s then that the woman turns and Din’s stomach drops through the floor, bubbling rage fizzling out in less than a second. It’s not some woman holding his son, it’s her. Mesh’la. Looking at her Din feels foolish for not recognizing her sooner. He’d been so zeroed in on Grogu that he didn’t even realize. Too dumbfounded to speak, he silently takes his fledgling runaway from her arms.

She breaks the awkward tension instead. “I saw him at the end of the aisle and picked him up when I didn’t see you nearby,” she explains. “I figured you’d be easy to find, chrome helmet and all.”

She seems nervous – why does she seem nervous? Oh right, because he’d come barreling towards her, ready to tear her limb from limb for a kidnapping that hadn’t even taken place. In fact, she’d done the exact opposite, protecting Grogu from others that could have less noble intentions. Here she was being a saint and Din had probably just scared the shit out of her. Fuck.

Grogu is happily babbling in Din’s ear, blissfully unaware of the panic he just caused. Din has to clear his throat before he’s able to form words. “Thank you, mesh’la. I don’t know how he got away from me.”

Din isn’t sure why he feels the need to explain himself to her. He knows he’s a good father – sneaky child or not. There’s something screaming in the back of his mind though, demanding that he let her know he’s not incompetent. He wants to tell her all about how Grogu has a strange fascination with the grocery store that makes him even harder to keep track of than normal. Thankfully, the tension seems to dissipate with his gratitude, setting her back at ease around him.

“It’s okay, it happens, even to the best.”

Din’s ears ring and turn hot from her words. The best? He just lost his son two aisles down in a grocery store and she’s calling him the best? More than a little lost for words of his own, Din finds that all he can do is shake his head.

She turns back towards the shelf, looking up at the chocolate syrup that’s on the topmost one. It’s pushed back a bit and she sighs, hands resting on her hips, clearly frustrated with the placement of the sweet condiment. He hardly even thinks before he reaches up, easily snagging it and holding it out to her. His mind is screaming at him to say something, anything but he’s still coming up blank.

She blinks in surprise at him before taking the syrup and tossing it into the cart. She beats him to the punch again. “Thank you, Westley. I guess we’re even now.”

Din knows she’s letting him off the hook. He could thank her a thousand times over for finding Grogu and it wouldn’t be enough. They’re both smart enough to know that. Yet here she is, pretending as though the mindless act of grabbing an item from a tall shelf is somehow equal. It’s sweet and maybe a little more than he deserves, but he’d be insane not to take it. She gives a small nod and sets off down the aisle, gracefully excusing them both from whatever exchange they’d just been caught in.

It’s not until she’s out of his line of vision that Din returns to himself. Shaking his head slightly, he refocuses on his initial mission, heading back to where he left the cart. Grogu is wiggling in his arms now, desperate to be let down, but after that Din’s not letting his son’s little feet anywhere close to the ground.

Returning to the freezer aisle where he unceremoniously left his haul behind, he’s thankful to find it still there. Another small blessing for this nearly disastrous shopping trip. Din plunks Grogu into the child seat that he’s on the precipice of outgrowing and hurries to finish his list.

Before leaving, he catches one last glimpse of her by the registers, offering each other small waves of acknowledgement before going back to their own little worlds. Din has... mixed feelings about the grocery store now.

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tlcwrites · 3 years

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Two Hearts Make a Whole

Prompt: “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” Photo prompt below.

Summary: NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations.

Word Count: 2,001

Tags/Content warnings: Marvel. Stucky. If you have a problem with it, there's the door. SFW. Slight TFATWS spoilers so read at your own risk. Platonic Reader. Two idiots in love. Technically canon-divergent because I'm still in my everyone-is-alive-and-in-this-timeline happy place that I will never ever leave fuck you very much Russo brothers but not AU. Found family. All the feels. Complete and total LGBTQ+ support. Lots of bad language words because #me. Un-beta'd.

Author’s Note: Okay so yes this is technically 4 weeks late for @autumnleaves1991-blog's Writer Wednesday weekly challenge. BUT, it was incredibly important to me to finish this one before Pride month is over. Made it by the skin of my teeth.

Happy Pride, y’all. If you’re out, you’re amazing. If you’re closeted, you’re amazing. However you identify is valid and important. Trans folx are LGBTQ+. Bisexuals are LGBTQ+. Ace folx are LGBTQ+. Anyone who identifies or thinks they may be as queer is LGBTQ+. All are welcome in the family. You have the right to choose your pronouns and we have the responsibility to use them. Live whatever your truth looks like to you and love each other. Love is love is love is love. If your family doesn’t accept you for you, I’m your mom now and I’ve got mom hugs available on demand. Homophobes and TERFS can fuck off and roll in poison ivy. Always punch Nazis. Pride shouldn't be limited to the month of June. And don’t you dare forget that Black and Brown trans women were the ones who rioted at Stonewall, and we owe everything to their bravery. Don’t forget that much of popular ‘gay’ culture was appropriated from Black women. And for more facts about Pride that you should absolutely know, Rawiyah Tariq (@ mammyisdead on Instagram) has a phenomenally good overview.

“Oh my god.” You gasp loudly. "Oh my GOD. Is that-"

“What?!” Instantly in First Avenger Protective Mode™️, Steve surveys the crowd, wishing he had an actual shield instead of the screen printed one on his shirt. “What is it?”

You gasp again, smacking Sam’s arm repeatedly. “OHMYGOD IT IS HOLY FUCK.”

“First; ow.” Now-Cap rubs his bicep. “Second; clue in the class before Steve has an aneurysm, please.”

Vibrating with excitement doesn’t begin to describe your current state. “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS MISS LEMON MERINGUE IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE.”

With the finesse of a shampoo commercial, Bucky's dark locks fly as he whips around. “What?!”

“RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE.” You abandon a relieved Sam and latch on to Bucky’s vibranium arm. “Oh my GOD I love her so fucking much.”

“She was robbed, absolutely fucking robbed,” he agrees, craning his neck to get a better view. “Divine Tension’s lip sync was shameful.”

Sam glances at Steve, who is slowly coming out of protector mode. “What the ever-loving hell are they talking about?”

“RuPaul’s Drag Race.” Nat flicks more confetti at both Cap-the-former and Cap-the-current. “They watch it every week.”

“Really, Steven, for a guy with enhanced super senses, you miss a lot.” Tony hefts a bedazzled Morgan higher on his back. The toddler, accompanied by Scott playing air-piano on the ground, sings along with the ABBA song being blasted at full volume through the street. Tony continues as if this is an everyday occurrence. “Why do you think both of your People disappear every Friday evening?”

Ears pink, Steve mumbles something.

“What?!” The only other one with hearing enhanced enough to hear a murmur over the cacophony of several thousand people belting out the chorus of ‘Dancing Queen’ at the top of their lungs, Bucky turns to stare at his friend. “You thought we were datin’?”

Steve’s blush extends down his neck.

You and Bucky stare at each other for a moment before you both collapse on each other, exploding into stomach clenching, thigh slapping laughter.

“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no’?” Clint confirms with Nat.

“Oh, a big ‘no’.” She watches affectionately as you and Bucky calm down enough to look at each other, breathe for a second, and both promptly dissolve into hysterics once more. “Like, the biggest ‘no’.”

Sam crossed his arms across his chest, his stoic stance so reminiscent of Steve it’s amusing (as well as a beautiful disparity to the sequined crop top he’s sporting. Oof, those abs.). “How do I not know about this?”

“Because you’re not a former super spy?” The usually-Black-but-today-Rainbow Widow tosses the last of her confetti at Tony, who spins a jubilant Morgan into it. “Or because you and that leggy barista from the lobby coffee shop are too busy playing hide-the-“

“-Baby Shark!” Morgan suddenly shrieks, flailing towards a guy on roller blades wearing a fin and tail (and not much else).

“Yeah,” Nat finishes with a smirk, “Hide-the-Baby Shark.”

Sam flips her a gesture that makes Clint laugh and Bruce sigh.

You and Bucky have finally managed to pull yourselves together. “Oh my god, Steven Grant,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. “That’s the funniest fucking shit I’ve ever fucking heard.”

“Language!”

Steve glares at Tony. “One. Time. It was one. Time.”

Bucky slings his flesh arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Oh, punk. You may have perfect vision now, but sometimes you’re still as blind as you were before.”

Visiortn himself nods sagely. “Humans can be quite unperceptive when it comes to matters of the heart.” Vision casts a fond smile at Wanda, who is using her powers to make Pietro’s tinsel wig fly on and off. “Sometimes you have to look harder to see what’s right in front of your nose.”

A confused frown on that handsome face, Captain Clueless looks at Bucky. “Why do I feel like everyone else knows something that I don’t?”

His bestie sighs deeply. “Because, Stevie, almost everyone else on this planet knows that my tastes tend towards tall, blonde, blue-eyed knuckleheads who have zero sense of self-preservation.”

“And an ass you could bounce a quarter off of,” Scott helpfully supplies.

“And that,” Bucky agrees.

Steve frowns.

You press your palms to your eyes in vexation. “You, Steve. He’s talking about you.” (Seriously, how has this idiot survived for over a century while being so dumb?)

Whatever he was expecting, it was certainly not that. “He-“ The Man With A Plan gapes as he turns to his oldest friend. “You-“

“Me,” Bucky says gently.

Even though you’re slightly surprised that Bucky is going to do this in such a public forum, you can’t help but be so proud of your friend. It has taken a long time for Bucky to believe he deserves to be happy. There are days he still sinks into that dark place, where his inner demons whisper that he should have fought harder against his Hydra captors, and that his past actions were still somehow his fault. Those are the days no amount of baking or Modern Marvels will bring him out of his funk. You, Steve, Sam, and Nat have all held those strong shoulders as they shook with sobs, overwhelmed by the shame and horror at what his hands had done without his consent.

But he’s here. He’s free. And he’s smiling nervously at his best friend.

“I-” Steve is short-circuiting. “Me?!”

“Stevie.” With the kind of tender patience that can only be born of a lifetime of keeping (or attempting to keep) an idiot such as one Steven Grant Rogers from flinging himself headlong into every fight he comes across, Bucky moves his flesh hand to the back of Steve’s neck. His face is full of such soft affection that you almost want to look away for fear of intruding on this suddenly intimate moment. “What do you think ‘til the end of the line’ means, you idiot? You’ve been it for me since I was thirteen-years-old.”

Blue eyes are locked with blue eyes as Steve processes this revelation. “I-” He shakes his head as if to declutter his thoughts. “This whole time?”

“Since the first time I saw that asshole knock you down, and your scrawny ass climbed right back up.” A wry chuckle escapes as Bucky reminices. “You were ninety pounds soaking wet, and you stood there, against a guy who was three times your size, and never waivered for a second. It was magnificent.”

“I don’t like bullies,” is Steve’s quiet response.

Bucky’s grin is adoring. “I know, sweetheart.” He gently strokes the back of Steve’s neck with his thumb. “You’ve always had a heart way bigger than your brain.”

Steve is still back on the first part of Bucky’s admission. “If you’ve felt- if you-” He’s practically pleading. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”

Bucky shrugs, attempting and failing nonchalance. “It was a different time, you know?” He’s uncharacteristically unsure of himself, the subtle waiver in his voice revealing the anxiety born of a lifetime of being forced to hide his truth. “I mean, you remember how it was; you didn’t talk about, no one talked about- about being- about people like...” He swallows thickly. “And I was so scared you didn’t, that you weren’t-” His voice breaks.

Even though you’ve all been emotionally invested in this love story for years, the entire team respectfully pretends not to listen as the former Winter Soldier quietly admits his deepest secret to his closest friend. It’s enraging as Bucky confesses yet another way he's been a victim of his circumstances, and denied his right to live freely without derision. Once more, you’re awed by his resilience.

“-it was a risk I couldn’t take,” Bucky finally gets out, that stubborn fire back in his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you, Steve. I couldn’t chance it. I could live with just being your friend and only your friend so long it meant you were in my life.”

Stunned silence meets the end of his confession. Steve’s face is impassive, those cerulean eyes uncharacteristically inscrutable.

You can all tell Bucky is heading steadily towards dread and heartbreak the longer Steve takes to respond. You and Sam exchange a look, both ready to intervene if Steve demonstrates any of the abhorrent attitudes that were so prevalent in the society of his youth. It would be completely out of character for him, but...

Finally, Steve speaks. “You’re telling me,” he says, his words slow and deliberate, “that you made me wait ninety-three years to tell me you’ve felt the same way about me as I have about you since the day you picked me up out of that alley?!”

The whole found family breaths a collective sigh of relief as Steve pulls Bucky even closer, broad chest to broad chest.

“Okay, to be fair, you were an ice cube for most of that time and I wasn’t exactly available for a relationship.” Bucky’s grin stands in contradiction to his mullish defense. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.” There’s the Bucky you all know and love, biting his lip with those perfect white teeth. “Now, punk, I’d really like to kiss you now, but first I need you to say you want me to.”

“You-” Steve’s throat works as he attempts- and fails- to rein in his emotions. “You jerk.”

And then the Star Spangled Man seizes the president of the Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club by his ridiculously perfect face and crashes their mouths together.

At any Pride event, seeing two men kissing is, obviously, to be expected. But seeing The First Avenger and The White Wolf attempting to swallow each other’s tongues is not at all routine. As people realize what is happening, the crowd is whipped into a frenzy the likes of which is usually reserved for the aftermath of sporting events and elections that defeat fascists.

Watching the two men embrace, Scott sniffles loudly. “I’m gonna cry, I’m so happy.”

He’s certainly not the only one. Wanda has a watery smile as she wraps her arms around Vision and Pietro; Pepper, Tony, and Bruce are watching with fond parental energy; you and Sam sandwich Peter between the two of you, grins practically splitting your faces. Even Nat’s eyes look suspiciously shiny and she and Clint sling their arms around each other with platonic affection. And that’s not counting the several thousand people who are cheering for love being love being love being love.

When they finally break their embrace, the Centennial twins are startled to see they’ve collected quite an audience.

“Uh, so…” Suddenly bashful, Steve glances back to his- partner? Boyfriend? Soulmate? Is there a word that can accurately describe two people who have found each other time and again in a world that seems hell-bent on keeping them apart?- his ears practically maroon with embarrassment. For a guy with one of the most-recognized faces in the world, Steve is still incredibly and endearingly uncomfortable with attention. “Buck?”

Bucky seems just as stunned as Steve.

Thankfully, the masses demonstrate the usual support that’s the hallmark of Pride. “LOVE IS LOVE!” someone screams in the crowd. It’s quickly echoed, and chants fill the park.

The attention momentarily off them, the former Winter Soldier and his giant himbo of a soulmate look back at each other. You pretend not to watch through the happiest tears as they embrace again, bringing their foreheads together. The relief they share is palpable, as they’re finally able to show the world- and each other- the love they’ve each hidden for so long.

Bucky’s voice is so soft you have to strain to hear it. “You have no idea how much m’in love with you, Stevie.”

“Pretty sure I do,” Steve answers, bringing a hand up to carefully wipe the tears from Bucky’s face. “‘cause it’s as much as I love you, Buck.”

Bucky's answering grin can only be described as saucy. “Then kiss me again, like you mean it.”

And Steve, for once in his long life, does exactly as ordered.

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A/N: “The Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club” is from Starry_Emerald173’s BRILLIANT The Avengers Wrangler over on AO3. If you haven’t read it yet, drop what you’re doing and do so immediately. Make sure you're not drinking any liquids, or your keyboard/phone may be in peril.

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