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sunflower-lilac42 · 5 months

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✧ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 | the hughes brothers ♔

summary: y/n hughes hasn't seen her family in two and a half years. so when all three of her brothers play each other she wanted to come home

warnings: crappy writing

notes: in honor of tonight, i figured i would finally post this

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“Hi everyone, my name is y/n, and welcome to my channel if you are new here or welcome back! Today is a very special day, well December 5 is a special day but when you are seeing this it has already passed. Anyways, as most of you know I have been studying abroad in Italy for the past two and a half years and I haven’t seen my family.”

Y/n took a breath, a grin making its way onto her face, “And if you don’t know, my brothers are Quinn, Jack, and Luke Hughes, all professional hockey players. Luke is a ‘rookie’ this season, he played briefly at the end of the 22-23 season for the Devils and I have missed one thing after another for him which makes me feel horrible.

“Moving on, I have divided to come home for once and for all for another day for the history books. The first ever (with Luke included), Hughes v. Hughes game. Devils at Canucks. New Jersey at Vancouver. Jack and Luke versus Quinn, you get the point. And the best thing of all is that I am surprising them. It is currently December 2, at 8:30 and I am heading to the airport. I get in around 2 in New York so plenty of time to rest up before heading to Vancouver! I will see you all later.”

There had been something, or rather someone, missing from the Hughes family in the two and a half years. After choosing to study abroad, y/n finally decided to come. She felt like she had finally completed a new journey in her life and was ready to come back to life in the US.

As much as she loved studying in Italy and visiting various countries with her friends, her chest always had a nagging feeling. She hadn’t seen her family, her brothers, anywhere near two years straight. She missed her family, she missed her brothers.

And the same could be said about the three Hughes boys. She had missed the biggest milestones in her youngest brother’s career so far. She missed him getting drafted, making his NHL debut, and getting his first NHL goal. She missed Jack’s (and the Devils’) record-breaking season, she even missed being there when Quinn was announced Captain for the 23-24 Season.

She felt horrible about it and as much as the boys tried to say it was okay, they weren’t okay with it. They wanted their sister to go out and do what she wanted, but not having their older sister on these days, was heartbreaking for them. And she wasn’t about to do it again.

Arriving in New York gave y/n a funny feeling. She hadn’t seen anyone she was close to in a long time and she hadn’t been around this many Americans in a long time. It was a weird nostalgic feeling and she was somewhat glad to be in New York despite many of its native people.

She ended up staying with her friend for the next day waiting for her flight to Vancouver. They went and explored, well y/n explored, the city she hadn’t been in in years, It was a nice feeling being here, but nervewracking all at the same time. She was worried about what her brothers would think, and how they would react. Would they be mad at her? Would they be happy? She had no way of telling.

“As you have seen I have arrived in New York. Seeing so many Americans is fucking crazy. I don’t know how I survived a week let alone two years overseas. So I am here until tomorrow night which is when my flight to Vancouver is and then we’ll go from there. I think y/f/n and I are going to go sightseeing, there is a lot I want to do being back in New York, for example, pizza.”

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The next day she flew to Vancouver, vlogging the whole time. She and her friend had a good time in New York and so she was excited to hang out with another one of her friends in Vancouver. The two hung out the whole day, attempting to keep her mind off of it for a bit longer. And when the next day came, she was even more nervous. They had a plan to surprise them right before they did the National Anthem and they even managed to have their parents come down on the ice as well.

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“I am now in Vancouver and we are here at Rogers Arena. I’m about to go in and get the exact rundown of how tonight is happening and yeah. Everything seems like it’s moving too fast. I am, of course, wearing my Luke Hughes Jersey and my canucks beanie. And someone asked me who I wanted to win and I said Cancuks because I’m a diehard Canucks fan. It’s not because I like Quinn more, I promise, but I do like to tell people I root for him because he has a disadvantage.”

Y/n stood inside the arena in the tunnel trying to hide herself as much as possible as she waited for the announcer's cue. She could somewhat make out her parents in the box and her brothers on the ice but there wasn’t much past that. It seemed like everything blurred outside her family members.

“Now as we know it is the first-ever NHL Hughes vs. Hughes game and we couldn’t help but notice someone was missing.”

That was the boys' first clue and cue for y/n. As Jack and Luke exchanged looks with their brother, their parents also stood confused, none of them connecting the dots yet. That was until the next announcement.

“Over the past two and a half years, the eldest Hughes sibling has been studying abroad in Europe, devoting her studies to (whatever you want).”

That was when Ellen and Jim connected the dots and partially Quinn as well. Poor Jack and Luke still stood confused out of their minds as they looked between their older brother and their parents.

“After regretting so many milestones in her brothers’ careers, she couldn’t afford to miss one more. Please join me in welcoming back to the US from her studies, Y/n Hughes.” Y/n finally pulled out of the trance she had been in when they announced her name and she stepped out onto the rink.

The whole arena was going crazy at just the mention of another Hughes. Before she even took two steps onto the nice, Luke was practically on top of her. No one had ever seen him skate that fast and truthfully a bunch of people thought he was going to knock his sister right on her ass.

“Hi Lukey.”

Luke didn’t want to let go, holding his sister, “Hi.”

Y/n’s heart broke at her youngest brother. She couldn’t look at Quinn and Jack, afraid they were looking at her with judgment in their eyes, so she just hugged Luke until he let go. And when he did, y/n was brought into another bone-crushing hug from Jack.

Quinn stood off to the side, letting his brothers have a moment with their sister. It took a toll on Quinn, y/n leaving. He had to step up and be the role model for the two. No one had thought about how her leaving would affect him. Y/n was the one Quinn went to for everything. Math homework? He knocked on y/n’s door down the hallway. Girl problems? Y/n’s contact name shone on his phone. That feeling of not being good enough? Y/n was already halfway to wherever he was. When she left, all he had was limited texts and calls.

Jack’s hug was arguably the shortest out of the three. It’s not that he didn’t miss her, he knew how much Quinn needed that hug, and partially because he was now anxious to play, he had to get his ‘zoomies’ out. Quinn hugged the girl gently at first but once y/n whispered it was okay, his arms tightened and a few tears spilled from his eyes.

“It’s okay, Quinny. I’m here, I’m back.”

Y/n and her brothers parted ways and she went back with her parents to where they were sitting and sat in between the two. They watched the game with laser focus, y/n cheering for both teams but more importantly the three Hughes’ on the ice.

When the game was over, she waited down by the locker rooms for the three of them. Some of their teammates, the ones who knew who she was, all said their hellos as they walked out of the arena. The three brothers came walking out together and immediately all broke out into runs, racing towards their sister.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“You better believe it, Jacky, because I am not leaving any time soon.” She pulls away and Jack smiles, “You’re not leaving ever again.”

She laughs and the three walk away, fighting for who she rode with on the way to dinner.

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hawnks · 6 months

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Alpha!Nanami/Omega!reader

Word count: ~2,800

warnings: a/b/o typical sexism, abuse of authority (from side character), mention of leg injury

……………………………………………………….

He brings the storm with him.

You learn him in whispers, along with a bevy of myth and rumor. He drifted here from the East. His clothing has been mended at least a dozen times, but his shoes are sturdy, expertly crafted. He makes no noise when he walks — hardly any noise at all. Rōnin, not samurai. And you can’t trust a man with no honor.

He killed his old master, I heard.

No, he was exiled.

Maybe he killed his master because he was exiled.

“He’ll be gone tomorrow once the rain lets up,” the innkeeper says, cutting off all further speculation. “Now, mind your work, not the guests.”

Beside you, someone grouses, “He chose a funny season to wander, if he’s afraid of the weather.”

…

The rain does not let up.

It puts everyone in a sour mood. The streets turn viscous and tacky, the air brutally cool. You draw the short straw, sent to fetch the days meat in the early morning, a long trek to the fishmonger that leaves you drenched down to your underwear.

It takes twice as long as usual — you lose your sandal a few times in the muck — and when you arrive the stand is vacant. The old man had come down with pneumonia.

Frustrated, you take the long way home. They can wait for the bad news, and you’re so soaked a few extra minutes won’t make any difference. You catch the eye of a few of the daimyō’s men, leering at you from beneath awnings, snickering as you walk by.

“Wanna hear a joke about wet omegas?” one of them calls to you.

You grit your teeth and keep walking.

You deliver the news about the fish to the innkeeper at the door to her room, so you can dart out again before she has a chance to say anything. God forbid she sends you out on another errand.

Soaking, furious, you change into your uniform, and begin your shift at the tavern.

The work is tedious, but decently lucrative. You like to talk to travelers, learn what’s happening beyond the boundaries of your town. It’s hard to put into words what you get out of this, hoarding information like you’re starved for it. Maybe the sheer notion that there is someplace else. That this town and its people are not the only things in the world.

The comfort of knowing away is still possible.

You expect to ask the rōnin the same, starry eyed questions, regardless of how the other server is avoiding him. It might even be enough to salvage this shitty morning.

But you don’t get a chance to ask him where he’s from, what he’s seen. You open your mouth to say something, and choke on air thick with the scent of wisteria.

He meets your gaze.

He won’t look away.

Your wet hair drips on his table.

You can’t feel your fingertips.

Shoving yourself away from the table so hard it rattles against the floor, you excuse yourself in a mumbled tumult. You recruit the other server to take over your tables for the rest of the morning. You must look as awful as you feel, because she doesn’t even question it as you retreat back to your room, throw yourself under the quilt. Close your eyes and pray for your heart to settle.

The one thing the gossip didn’t prepare you for — an alpha.

…

Another day of storms. Another morning you draw the short straw.

Another day you limp home through the mud, empty handed.

The soldiers don’t leer today. Instead, the daimyō is waiting for you. It feels like he’s always waiting for you, that he could swoop in any moment, as quick and ruthless as a hawk.

He’s said he could follow your scent straight to you, no matter where you’re hiding. Sometimes you believe it.

He’s leaning against a wall under an awning, but you know the casual stance is deceptive. He can be fast when he wants to be.

He calls your name, an inferred order to come.

You pretend you didn’t hear, keep walking.

He’s standing straight now arms at his side. Ready. Your insides feel leaden. It takes all your willpower to keep moving forward. To disregard an alpha is one, painful thing. To disregard the daimyō is simple insanity.

Water blurs your vision. You can’t tell from the corner of your eye what expression he’s making. Sometimes he finds your insolence humorous.

Sometimes not.

Just a dozen feet further and you’ll be at the bend in the road.

“You should greet me,” he says. Quiet, but you’re so hyper-vigilant, there’s no way you could miss it.

“Good morning, My Lord,” you whisper to your feet.

He doesn’t step out into the rain, but his voice follows you around the corner. Teasing, condescending. “That’s a good omega.”

He could kill you for your bad manners. A servant, ignoring their lord. No one would question it, no one would dispute it.

But then — he would be killing the only omega in the whole town.

As much as he resents your disobedience, he would resent the loss of you even more. An alpha must have an omega, he told you. That is his right.

Chin tucked and scurrying, you don’t realize you’re on a collision course until you’ve already run into the man. The impact sends you tumbling to the ground.

Through the buffer of the downpour, it takes you a minute to recognize him. His scent.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he says. “I apologize.”

He bends to offer you a hand up. You just stare at his outstretched palm. Silent. Reeling.

You wait for him to give an order. Demand you take his hand, or that you come to stand on your feeble legs all on your own. It’s simply an alphas nature to wield their power like a cudgel, to bend everything and everyone to their will.

And now you have two of them to deal with.

Another moment of stillness. Your breath steams. Your pulse drowns out all other sounds.

He kneels.

Like this, on the same level, you can see the color of his eyes. So perfectly brown they’re almost black.

“Are you alright?” he says.

His voice is staid and calm. Not demanding. Not cruel. It — confuses you. You don’t understand what he wants from you.

You rise to your knees, shoving him with all your strength. He doesn’t budge. He remains solid and upright beneath your hands. You can feel the muscle, the innate strength. He’s warm, beneath the wet clothes. So incredibly warm.

You wonder if he could soothe your chill. You wonder if the touch of his bare skin would burn.

With a gasp, you tear away, appalled and mystified by your own reaction.

He stays kneeling as you rise and step away. He stays as you rush home, the scent of wisteria heavy in your lungs.

…

The innkeeper is displeased with your performance, of late. She gives you a stern warning that you shouldn’t let your “licentious nature” interfere with work.

“I don’t know why I agreed to take an omega on,” she sighs. “Not like you’ll be around for much longer, anyway.”

You wince. “Am I fired?”

The old woman laughs. “No, no. Not yet, anyway.” She waves at you, a full body gesture. A reference to the omega in you. “You’ll be wed to His Lordship soon, anyway. You won’t have to worry about the toil of work anymore.”

You excuse yourself shortly after.

…

The days are a monotony. Even the fear is so commonplace you lose track of it. The daimyō grows impatient with you. He calls to you from the shelter of the awning, each time a little bolder, a little less demure about his intentions.

“You know, I have a bad habit of breaking my things when I get bored of them,” he tells you. “I wonder what other tricks you have to keep me entertained.”

You hang your clothes to dry every evening, and the drip becomes a steady cadence, like the ticking of a clock.

This is your life.

The rain.

…

The decree is issued that afternoon. Marriage.

You’re to report to the royal estate before sundown, along with everything you own. You will not be coming back.

You pack your bag; you take the road out of town. With the city at your back, you’ll have to pass through the outskirt woods. Then across the river, a dangerous gambit when the water is this high, but that just means you won’t be followed.

You can’t imagine the consequences if they catch you.

The path grows looser the further you go, the mud deep, silt as slick as ice. Arduous and exhausting. And dangerous, too.

You don’t realize your footing is off until it’s too late. You slip, land badly. You cry out before you can stop yourself.

You struggle to your knees, get one of your legs beneath you. A shock of pain has you tumbling down again.

You can’t stand. You can’t run.

Just moments after you fall, a shadow overtakes you. And a man, looming, familiar, crouches before you.

“I heard your voice,” he says. “Can you walk?”

You shake your head, timid, overwhelmed.

“Pardon me,” he says, before hefting you up into his arms.

The ease he does it with is startling. An alpha’s superior strength.

He brings you to a small hunting cabin. Clearly abandoned, but decent enough. It’s dry, and a small fire is going in the hearth.

There’s no furniture except for a rudimentary pallet, which he sets you down on.

“May I?” he asks, hands hovering above your stockinged leg.

He takes your silence as answer enough, unrolling the material gradually, trying not to disturb your injury. He inspects it briefly, pressing carefully. You wince, he stops.

He reaches for his bag, retrieving a small tin. “Your ankle is sprained,” he tells you. “You should return to town in the morning.”

“I need to leave,” you return absently. “I have to get past the bridge.”

He frowns.

“The bridge has collapsed. The river is impassable.” He had tried to leave that morning, only to face the same dilemma. He considers you leg. “Besides, you won’t make it very far.”

The reality of your situation dawns on you, a slow tide of dread.

You missed your chance. You’ve lost your only opportunity at freedom.

You yank out of his grasp, dragging yourself across the floor, to the corner on the far side of the cabin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you—“

“No. No.” You gnash your teeth at him, feeling wild with fear, unable to see past the dark curtain of it. “I have to go. I can’t be trapped in here with you.”

He raises a hand, a placating gesture, but all you see is motion, canting toward you. An alpha. A threat.

You grab whatever is closest. You throw it at him.

The stick doesn’t even hit him, but that doesn’t stop you. You throw everything within reach.

He just waits for you to give up, but soon enough he realizes how stubborn you can be.

“Enough,” he says. His voice fills the shack, not loud, but indomitable. The undeniable command of an alpha. “I’m not going to hurt you. I would appreciate if you would offer me the same courtesy.”

You drop the stone you were going to hurl at him, suddenly incapable of aggression. You feel — groggy, but less terrified now. Very nearly calm.

His pheromones, you realize.

The notion that he’s using them on you should incense you, but you can’t muster it. You close your eyes, exhausted.

Eventually, after long minutes of tepid silence, he murmurs, “I was here first, you are aware of that, right?” His tone is almost — sullen.

And for some reason, that very human show of petulance is enough to thaw you.

You laugh.

You can’t stop. You laugh so hard it’s hardly laughter anymore. It’s so intense it makes your ribs hurt, brings tears to your eyes.

It feels like the first time you’ve been able to think clearly in weeks.

When you finally calm to a few soft hiccups, you lay down and throw your arms out. Passive.

“Alright, swordsman,” you say, “Fix me.”

He’s slow to approach you, cautious of another rock coming at him. But you remain still.

His touch is gentle, so soft it’s like he’s barely handling you at all. He retrieves the tin of salve you kicked out of his hand, and begins to apply it. It’s cool, slightly astringent. Beneath that, the scent of wisteria.

His fingers are just as warm as the rest of him.

It’s over before you can get used to the sensation of him touching you. He pulls away, returns the tin to his bag. “That will help with the swelling. You should still avoid putting weight on it until it heals.”

“Thank you,” you force yourself to say.

You think you hear him chuckle.

…

Night blooms, full and dark.

Despite your anxiousness, the waiting has grown tedious. Unbearably so.

“Is there anything in that bag to alleviate boredom?”

He glances at you for a moment. Hesitating.

Finally he reaches inside, pulls out a small binding. He passes it to you.

A book of poems. You recognize the shape of the sentences, some of the words. You wonder what use a swordsman has for literature, but the swordsman is full of surprises evidently.

Th pages are worn, the edges soft from thumbing.

“I can’t read,” you say. You look at him. Expectantly.

You hold the book out. He takes it, slowly, gingerly.

He reads.

He’s not much of a performer, although you didn’t expect him to be. It’s clear he’s not used to reading aloud, but he knows these passages well. He’s tone is even, with little inflection. The words come out perfectly paced.

They’re love poems. Not flowery or decadent, but earnest, gentle.

It seems at odds with what you know of him, what you’ve assumed from his status, both as a rōnin and an alpha. You’re not sure what to make of him anymore, how to reconcile the image you built of him in your head and everything you’ve witnessed here.

His swords are leaned against the wall beside him, sure proof of a history of violence.

The question comes, unbidden. “Have you ever killed someone?”

He pauses, glances at you. He searches your face for something, the fear that should accompany those words. But your expression is blank.

Silence, fraught with the tense memory of how you ended up here. What were you running from? Why? He must understand, to some extent. No one reaches desperation without pretext.

“Yes,” he says, simply.

“If I asked you to kill someone,” you murmur. “If I paid you…”

The implication feels enormous within the tight confines of the cabin.

“I don’t believe that’s what you want.”

“What do I want?”

“To not be put in a position where you have to make that kind of decision.”

That makes something in your chest feel tight, on the verge of snapping. Another thing you can’t wrap your head around. Another emotion you can’t name. Uncomfortable, but not frightening. Not like before.

You feel displaced, unmoored.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I’m not being nice,” he says. “You need help. I’m in a position to provide it.”

And that seems wrong to you. Just because someone has the means doesn’t mean they’ll offer them, certainly not freely. Especially not when someone is a such a burden.

“I’ve never met an alpha who’s kind to an omega just for the sake of it,” you say despite his denial.

He mulls that over for a moment, head cocked as he decides how to respond.

“I didn’t know you were an omega until tonight,” he says, quietly. “I had my suspicions, but…”

“Were my bountiful charms not enough to tip you off?” You snort at his blank expression, too polite to disrespect you with an answer. “Why now?”

“Your scent. It’s…subtle. Easy to miss, especially under these circumstances.”

“What do I smell like?”

He smiles, for the first time since you met him. It softens his severe features, makes him look younger. Less world-weary. “You smell like rain.”

He continues reading as the sky continues to churn, until you can hardly keep your eyes open, just barely holding on to the soft thread of words.

“Sleep,” he says gently. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Despite yourself, you believe him.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #HAPPY FOUR AM #here’s this <3 #I knowwwww there’s like a thousand typos in here I just know it #I wanted to finish this tonight I felt compelled to #also I’m so sorry if u actually know stuff about history I am just making stuff up as I go <3 #JSJSJDJDJDJD #anyway……#one of the stranger aus I’ve written #cw: a/b/o #tw: a/b/o

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buzznat20 · 2 months

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So in honor of TBB season 3 coming out tomorrow, and because I need to have something to laugh at or I’ll cry, I had my sister who’s never watched TBB or TCW guess the names/personalities of characters. I hope you find it as entertaining as I did. Starting off strong with #1: Bruce—asshole

Next we have #2: Gus—chill, but kinda annoying

#3: Timothy—pompous guy

#4: Charles (“ew the elderly”)—serious guy

#5: George (“after Curious George, ‘cause he looks like a primate”)—nice but an idiot

#6: Max—dad of the group (I was surprised with how close she was)

#7: Gordon (“ew his face irritates me” girl they all have the same face)—officer/receptionist

#8: Buzz—space ranger

#9: Martha—southern mom

#10: Fred (“he looks nice”)—he’s a chill grandpa

#11: Sabrina (“I don’t like her hair”)—robot. My sister gave no further explanation

#12: Zeus—leader

#13: Evil McBabyface (“I despise this man he looks evil”)—I have no notes. I applaud her for 100% accuracy on this one

#14: Rhonda (“she’s my favorite I like her”)—scientist

#15: Cassidy (“actually she’s my favorite I love her”)—Cool wine aunt who commits tax evasion

And finally #16: Roz (“Wazowski, ya didn’t file your paperwork last night”)—also a jerk

That’s all folks! I wish you a happy heartbreak as we watch this new season!

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb echo #clone force 99 #sw tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #sw tcw #star wars tcw #tcw rex #tcw fives #the clone wars #tbb season 3 #tbb S3 #no spoilers

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buckrecs · 1 year

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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 1

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. hurts like hell by @extremelyblackandwhite

Bucky x Maximoff!Reader

she loses him at the battle of wakanda and grows into a morally grey witch trying to gain him back.

2. Broken by @soulgazingwithbucky

Bucky x Reader

You built the bridge between you and Bucky Barnes, but he only knows how to watch things burn.

3. Blood Petals by @picassho-18

Mob!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

When the famous death hungry assassin, the Blood Mistress, and the charismatic mob boss of Brooklyn city, James Barnes meet, heads will most definitely roll.

4. It’s A Match by @ofstarsandvibranium

Chubby!Bucky x Reader

You’re back home for Spring Break and you’re swiping through Tinder in the middle of the night. You come across the profile of your high school history teacher that you may or may not have had a slight crush on. Throwing impulse control out the window, you swipe right. Lo and behold, you’re shocked to find that you matched.

5. Ruin by @sinner-as-saint

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.

6. A Taste for Older Men by @seventven

DBF!Bucky x Reader

y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky’s surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back.

7. Always by @jadedvibes

Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Bucky realizes he's in love with you right before graduation, but you accepted a job offer across the country. Fortunately, nothing, not even distance can hinder the way you feel about one another.

8. Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings and change her appearance in minor ways, though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD.

9. Operation: Faking It…? by @povlvr

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Surely faking a relationship to improve the public opinion of one beefy super solider known as Bucky Barnes would be the easiest of mission for two well seasoned Avengers? Tony Stark seems to think so & decides to task you with 'Operation: Faking it', but what happens when you realise there might be less faking needed than originally planned?

10. Misconceptions by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

11. Bucky & the Beast by @thejamesoldier

Assistant!Bucky x Boss!Reader

“You were an asshole back in high school but now you’re my boss.”

12. Buckyvision by @fictionalmemories ✨

Bucky x Reader

While fighting Wanda with you, Bucky gets hit with her power and wakes up to a reality that’s not his own.

13. Best. Date. Ever | Best. Proposal. Ever by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky x Reader

This wasn’t quite what you had in mind.

14. Just Like You by @ladyfallonavenger

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

The Reader loses Bucky in the snap and life presents a whole new challenge.

15. Heart of Steal by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N?

16. will you love me tomorrow? by @buckys-darling

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky are friends who fuck and nothing more. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself, at least.

17. I Needed You by @ofheroesandvillains ✨

Bucky x Reader

Reader tries to make sense of her feelings, it doesn’t really go too well, especially when Bucky already has a girl.

18. sweet by @noceurous

FWB!Bucky x Reader

it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.

19. Hope Of It All by @bethdutten ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

set between WS and CW; after saving Steve and breaking from Hydra, Bucky remembers you from the helicarrier. He doesn’t know where else to go.

20. Season Of The Witch by @msmarvelwrites

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much.

21. The Last Word by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

you and Bucky never get along, it’s not that you hate him- it’s just that he always finds ways to get on your nerves. You’ve had enough of it.

22. Super Mom by @marvelous-imagining

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

23. Take Me Out by @shamevillain

Assassin!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.

24. Like I Want You by @tmpestuous

College!Bucky x Reader

you and bucky have been best friends your entire life and it’s never been anything but platonic. so why do things get so bad when he gets a new girlfriend?

25. Overthinking by @galaxy-siren

Bucky x Assistant!Reader

Tony and Bruce’s lab assistant, Y/N, is harboring feelings for Bucky. When she accidentally texts him that he’s cute, she overthinks the whole situation. It might just take the meddling of the other Avengers to work this out.

26. So This Is Love by @ofstarsandvibranium

Chubby!College!Bucky x Reader

friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.

27. Some Alpha by @/ofstarsandvibranium

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

28. The Favors by @bbyboybucket

Virgin!Bucky x Reader

Reader assumes that Bucky is experienced due to him being a ladies man in the 40s, however, she finds out that he’s never been touched and decides to help him out.

29. take my breath away by @buckycuddlebuddy ✨

Dilf!Neighbor!Pornstar!Bucky x Reader

who knew that your silent, very good-looking neighbor with the cutest kid was such a devil under his grumpy and quiet behavior...

30. Capital Letters by @sinner-as-saint

Writer!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

James Buchanan Barnes, one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time turns out to be nothing but a heartless man... or so you thought.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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03/01/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

OMG is is already march? Today's a long one yall.

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

More BTS! The particularly exciting part about this post was Samba's words:

"Last scene of the season, it was a heavy one which required extreme focus and emotion, and I decided to clown around☠️ What were they gonna do, fire me?👀 #readtheroom #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #ofmdseason2"

A lot of folks are feeling like there are two important points in this message:

"Last scene of the SEASON" (vs series)

"I decided to clown around"

=Vico Ortiz =

Needed more reasons to love Vico? They're a Good Omens fan as well!

== Don't Panic! ==

Many of you have probably heard about a lot of Our Flag Means Death Props being sold off at auction. Several crew-mates have made some excellent points as to why not to panic yet. I saw a tweet somewhere and now of COURSE I can't find it, but just a reminder, props are not the SET itself. The Set not being sold off is a huge plus, props come and go.

Thank you to @OFMDBingo42 and @cumulativehchaos for your thoughts and reassurances regarding this!

And a final note I whole-heartedly agree with from @chaotickraken91

== New Charity Fundraisers! ==

#WeeJohnWonday Fundraiser

A new fundraiser in aid of @KristianNairn's favorite charity, Team HAVEN Belfast will be going live on Monday, March 4th! If you'd like to see last years documentation/receipts please visit #HonoringKristianNairn Source: @ForceMonument's Twitter

== Smiles for Samba! ==

It's finally #SmilesForSamba day! Thank you to everyone who contributed to the scrapbook and fundraiser in honor of Samba!

== Watch Parties and Events ==

== Reminders! ==

Last chance for Season 2! Marathon tomorrow! Saturday 8am CST / 2pm GMT

= March 2 - Captain's Orders =

Tomorrow is #CaptainsOrders! Our Captain Rhys Darby has said more than once that getting out into nature is so incredibly important and healing. Weather permitting, try to get outside tomorrow even for a little bit and get some fresh air! Src: @rebels_rascal / Graphic by @SharpenYourSword on Twitter

== #WereWolvesWhen ==

With all the buzz going around regarding "We're Wolves" being scripted finally (from the Wellington Paranormal Podcast). Our Vianton Crew have asked fellow Rhys Darby fans to start spreading the word on "We're Wolves". Wanna help? You can hop onto your favorite social media and share your favorite parts of WWDITS or werewolves in general!

Please use the following hashtag #WereWolvesWhen!

== Save OFMD Crew Updates==

=Transparency Policy=

Clarification edits have been made to the Financial Transparency Policy. The next full review period will start on May 22nd Transparency Policy

= Immoderate Citrus! =

For National Sunkist Citrus Day, the SaveOFMDCrew wants you to send them all your citrus-related favorite! Reach out on any of their socials: Facebook / Instagram / Twitter / Tumblr

= Billboard has been Scheduled! =

The #BeABillboard campaign to SaveOFMD will go live in London's Leicester Square on 11th, 12th, 18th, and 19th of March. Are you in London? Feel free to go check it out!

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Today @AdoptOurCrew hosted a These Thems watch party! There was a whole lot of engagement and they were kind enough to share some BTS bits that Vico shared with them! Check them out over on Instagram!

I've posted the images here as well for those of you who don't have access. All photos and posts regarding #TheseThems are courtesy of @adoptourcrew!

Didn't get to join the Watch Party? Check out These Thems On Youtube!

= More AOC Analytics! =

= #OurFlagTurns2 Bingo =

Did you know that our friends over at @adoptourcrew are running a Bingo game in celebration of OurFlagMeansDeath turning 2 on Sunday? Give it a whirl if you'd like! Feel free to hop on over to them on Twitter or Instagram and let them know how it's going!

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== Fan Spotlight! ==

More cards from @melvisik! Thank you for letting us collect them all! Today is Con O'Neill!

== Dgdd Gwyl Dewi Hapus! (Happy St David's Day!) ==

Happy St David's Day all! Several fans are honoring our lovely David Jenkins on this Welsh holiday! Thank you @wastingyourgum for the dedication and the translation!

== Articles ==

TV Shows That Were Canceled In 2024

== Love Notes ==

Hey my darlings. As you can tell, today has been a very VERY long day. There is just SO MUCH going on. I don't know about you but it feels like something's building. Maybe it's just til OFMD's 2rd anniversary on Sunday the 3rd, idk, but i've got a good feeling.

Either way though, whatever that hype is, it's so nice to see everyone having fun and engaging so much. You are all so wonderful and deserve to smile and enjoy yourselves.

You are allowed to be loud and excited about things! In fact, please be! It makes us all excited too, and I love "seeing" you smile and in your element.

I'm off to bed, but I'll leave you with @thelatestkate's latest picture that's so very true. You deserve to be considered. You Count. Love you all.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I'm a bit lazy tonight so we're doing a combo, but to be fair it's one of my faves. Gif courtesy of @shegoesbyjoy

#daily ofmd recaps #daily ofmd recap #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd bts #save our flag means death #adopt our crew #@adoptourcrew #@saveofmdcrewmates #save ofmd crew #samba schutte #vico ortiz #taika waititi #rhys darby #david jenkins #werewolveswhen

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene

summary: the bathtub smut scene i robbed us of. a continuation of chapter one.

warnings: 18+ chapter -- minors dni, smut, unprotected sex in long term relationship, p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), spanking (just twice, lol) she/her pronouns & fem anatomy mentioned

word count: 2.2k

listen to: holy - king princess (playlist here)

a/n: can we talk about this iconic and incredible banner that @allthefandomstogether made for this story?! thank you so freaking much. it is pure perfection. anyways in honor of the bear season 2 teaser being released, i need a cold shower after writing this send help.

read: chapter one

“Let’s put it on the list… for when we’re ready to move to a new place,” he suggests, quietly.

“Somewhere with a big tub?” you ask, only sort of surprised by his request.

“Yeah.”

You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why he’s enjoying this whole bath thing.

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” he whispers against your lips. “Think you maybe want to get out of this tub…”

Another kiss.

“… dry off…”

You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you.

“…not put our clothes back on?”

And then he’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and it’s not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.

“Yes,” you whimper as he fingers begin their exploration. He slides them through your folds and you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder catches you.

You relax into Carmy, hissing as he dips his index finger inside of you. Your breathing begins to become heavier as he continues touching you, alternating between sliding his index finger inside of you, then dragging his rough, calloused fingertips up and down your core. His mouth pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue leaving patterns in their wake. Carmy nips at your earlobe before murmuring a few words, his voice heavy with lust:

“You trust me?”

“Always.”

He waits a beat before saying:

“Good. I wanna make you cum on my fingers first, pretty girl.”

You feel his words shoot straight to your core as you clench around the combination of his index and middle finger he’s now slipped inside of you.

“If that’s okay with you.”

Even after all these years, you love how eager to please he still is.

“Yes, baby,” you say, a smile in your voice. “Very okay.”

Carmy smirks contently.

The fingers he has inside of you journey up through your folds, expertly finding your clit as he begins to rub gentle and deliberate circles. You sigh his name, letting the man you love make you feel absolutely incredible. He buries his face in the crevice of your neck, gently biting then soothing the little marks he leaves with his lips and tongue.

“Carmen,” you pant, suddenly remembering that you’ll be in front of people tomorrow. “Not right there.”

“Hm?” he hums, only half-focusing on what you’ve just said.

His mouth moves further down the top of your shoulders, as he begins to speed up his ministrations, earning another cry from you.

“Don’t want everyone to see what I do to you? How I make you feel?”

You cry out in response as he bites your shoulder, a little harder this time.

“Somewhere I can hide under my chef whites please,” you practically beg him as he begins to speed up the pace of his fingers.

“Think I can do that,” he murmurs into your skin.

Carmy lifts his head off of your shoulder, leaning back against the tall walls of the deep bathtub. His other hand moves around your waist, pressing your back against him, and you feel how absolutely hard he’s become. As his hand comes up to play with your nipples, he stops any movement with his fingers, sliding them back down to your entrance.

You buck your hips up into his hand, impatiently.

“This what you want, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky.

His fingertips circle your entrance, but he’s still not where you want him. You let out an impatient groan, whimpering out his name. He knows he’s teasing you and there’s a part of him that loves hearing you beg.

Loves hearing how much you need him.

“Yes, baby,” you pant. “Please. I just want you inside of me.”

And he loves the way it sounds when you say it.

He slides his fingers back inside of you, in and then out of you at a dangerously slow pace, earning a sob from you.

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart.”

And just like that, his hand on your breast begins squeezing, pushing you against his chest, desperate to have you closer to him. He continues fucking you with his fingers with the hand between your legs, as you let go, enjoying this too much to have a care in the world about anything else.

“You are,” you breathe out. “So good, Bear. You make me feel so good.”

Carmy lets out soft moans into your skin as he mouth returns to your shoulder. He’s bucking his hips against you as his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you. You let out a loud moan the minute he hits it, his lips curling into a smile against your skin.

“Right there?”

“Yes.”

Carmy curls his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion with them, and you can no longer contain your moans. He knows you’re on the verge and he has no intention of stopping you. The sound of your moans, the way you pant his name, how desperate you are to cum – it’s like crack to him. It all goes straight to his cock, hard and weeping, yearning to be inside of you.

But he’s not ready for that.

Not until he makes you cum first.

He’s a man on a mission with only one goal in mind.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

“Carmen,” you whimper.

“Yes, god. Please let me cum.”

He takes you higher.

And higher.

You feel it like a wave reaching its peak. There’s a tension building, so close to snapping, and as it does, you feel the waves of pleasure crash within you as you let out a loud moan. You’re writhing against your boyfriend as he presses your back to his chest, and you’re gripping the edge of the tub with your hand closest to it. Carmy’s not letting you go anywhere. He wants you exactly where he has you, his hand between your legs, completely at his mercy.

As you begin to come down, your mouth feels dry from all the panting and gasping you’ve been doing. You swallow, and Carmy begins to release you, his grip loosening around your waist.

“What was that… about getting out of this tub? Drying off?” you ask, unsure of how you’ve managed to get words out after that.

“Not putting our clothes back on?” Carmy completes your sentence.

“Uh huh.”

In an instant, you’re standing up in the tub, letting the hot bath water fall down your naked body. Your nipples stand erect against the round, full shape of your breasts as Carmy follows suit, making his way to a standing position. You can’t help but notice his extreme erect dick just begging to be inside of you and the thought alone sends chills down your spine. You’re both quick to towel off, only half way drying your bodies off before Carmy is walking you back to the messy hotel bed from your nap earlier that day.

And he’s very much looking forward to messing up this bed in another way with you.

You fall into position like it’s second nature: Carmy on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds against your wet heat. He reaches down, ready to guide his hard, leaking cock inside of you.

“Wait,” you say.

Carmy stops, his eyes wide.

“I want something else,” you say again.

He nods as you sit up, shifting him onto his back. As you climb on top of your boyfriend, your knees straddling his hips, you crash your lips into his. You’re sucking on his top lip, then sliding your tongue against his, then dragging his bottom lip between your teeth as you begin to make your way down his gorgeously sculpted chest.

“Baby, what’re you-?” he begins, trail off as you begin to kiss down his chest. You take your time, allowing your mouth to leave little love bites across his chest, down his torso, then snaking your tongue across his hip bones.

He hisses in anticipation, as you reach down, grabbing his length in one hand. You pause, looking up at him, his eyes catching yours. With a wicked grin on your face, you lick just the tip of him, causing his eyes to close as he sighs on in pleasure.

“Ffffuck,” he groans, as you begin to take him into your mouth.

You slide your mouth from the head, all the way down his shaft, earning another heavy sigh from Carmy. Your mouth meets your hand, then you’re pulling back up, allowing your hand to follow, getting his dick ready to be inside of you. You use your hand and your mouth in tandem, and Carmy’s trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth too hard. His head is thrown back, and he reminds himself to open his eyes, wanting to memorize the way you look while going down on him.

He gathers your hair to one side so that he can see you as you alternate through movements, knowing just what he likes.

Suck, lick, sliding your mouth down his length to meet your hand again. The gentlest squeeze…

And then you’re sitting up, making your back up his body and guiding his achingly hard length into you. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as you sink down onto him, muttering something inaudible as he makes you feel so incredibly full. Your hands go to his chest, propping yourself up as you begin to move your hips, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you ride him. “What did I do to deserve this?”

He knows he’s been an ass all week and he thinks you’re making him feel better than he deserves.

You shake your head, moving your hips forward and back at an even pace.

“Just wanna help you relax.”

He moves a hand from your hips to your ass, raising up before coming back down with a loud smack.

It’s just an encouragement, an ask for more.

“Yeah?” he asks, feeling the fire in his belly grow stronger and stronger.

You nod, beginning to ride him faster as he spanks you again causing you to throw your head back. You can feel his hips bucking up into you with a sense of urgency, as you meet each one with your own. Your hands go to your hair, just searching for something to hold onto because the way he makes you feel should be illegal. Carmy’s bouncing you on top of his hard length, and he’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you that you have to shut your eyes so tightly you’re seeing stars.

Carmy doesn’t realize how wound tight he’s been all week – not until he’s watching you move on top of him, all feelings of worry and stress out of sight and out of mind.

And then he’s pulling you down to him, keeping the fierce pace he’s set for the two of you. You roll your hips against his as he crashes his lips against yours again.

“Please just let me fuck you,” he murmurs in between kisses.

You’re nodding with a, “Yes,” before he’s flipping you over onto your back, still inside of you.

Carmy sits up, pulling your legs around his waist, slowing the pace of his movements down. He thinks the sight of himself disappearing inside of you will drive him absolutely insane, and he can’t tear his eyes away.

In. Out. In. Out.

Then he’s folding his body on top of yours, hiking one of your legs up higher on his hip so that he can hit that spot so deep inside of you that drives you wild.

“Fuck, Carmy!” you cry.

With the way you’re squeezing around him, he can tell you’re close. And so is he. He’s driving into you, one hand tangled in your hair as he buries his face into your neck. His other hand meets yours, interlacing his fingers between yours, pinning you down to the bed. His thrusts are deep and hard and you’re gasping – holding onto his shoulders, his biceps, and part of him that you can hold onto – as he moves on top of you.

“Are you gonna cum?” you ask, barely able to get the words out.

“Fuck,” Carmy howls as he lifts his head up.

“Yes.”

His lips are back on yours for the messiest, wettest, hungriest kiss before he buries his face in your neck once again. His dick hits all of the right places, and you’re crying out his name, clamping down around him as he brings you to your climax. Carmy fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming more chaotic as he chases his high too.

You’re practically hanging onto his arms for dear life as he gets closer. He’s driving into you, and you're losing your mind as his hand squeezes yours. Carmy lets out a few grunts as he cums, finally slowing down the pace of hips, before coming to a halt.

“Holy shit,” you say, shaking your head.

You’re both flustered, sweaty messes, running your tongue over your kiss-swollen lips.

He chuckles, lifting his head up to look at you.

“Hi," he says.

“Hi,” you say back with a smile.

Carmy moves up your body, leaning his forehead against yours, before leaving a small kiss on your nose.

“I needed that.”

You giggle, “Me fucking too.”

He gives you a half smile in return.

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

read: chapter two

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etherealperrie · 2 years

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Stuck With You {pt. I}

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: In which Class President!Reader is paired with Stoner!Eddie Munson for a class project. Despite their best efforts to get a new partner and a general hatred one another, Reader and Eddie find out there might be more to one another than they first thought. And...Hey, wait, you're actually kind of sweet and misunderstood?

Word Count: 2k

Contains: Mild language | Enemies to friends to (later) lovers trope | Class President!Reader | Fluff & cute banter |

A/N: Italics indicate a flashback sequence. Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe). (Almost) gender neutral, aside from the use of the word "madame" a handful of times. My first time writing for Eddie Munson. Hope you enjoy <3

This is the first part in the "Stuck With You" series! Here are the links to parts 2 | 3 | 4 |

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You were meant to be helping prep for tomorrow’s pep rally, but you’d somehow let Eddie the freak Munson convince you to trek across town to Forest Hills Trailer Park just to get some work done. Convenient for him, at the least. You’d never even been to this side of Hawkins before. Well, you’d driven past on your way to and from school, but you’ve never spent any real time here. Not until today. Groaning, you glance down at your watch as you trudge across the grass, searching for the right trailer. 8:13pm.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try to get a different partner, it was that Ms. O’Donnell refused your plea. Eddie didn’t look pleased about the pairing either, but he didn’t often look pleased about anything. The only time you ever saw him smile was when you caught glimpses of the Hellfire Club meetings after school in one of the empty classrooms as you passed by on your way to and from student council meetings. The room was always loud and raucous, shouting and whooping both at and on behalf of Eddie as he rolled some dice. In the classroom though, he was rarely present – physically or mentally. Barely passing the class, you assumed, which was why Ms. O’Donnell had the sadistic idea to pair him with you: in hopes of finally getting him graduated.

“I prefer to work alone,” you say, looking up into the eyes of Ms. O’Donnell.

She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “This is a partnered project, it’s too much work to do alone.” She starts to turn away but you refuse, pushing yourself up from your desk to step between her and the chalkboard.

“But, I’ve already read The Scarlet Letter! And, we both know I’m going to end up doing all of the work anyway. Anyone else, please.”

The words tumble out of your mouth, sounding a bit more desperate than you wanted, but it was just unfair. You had a winter ball and a pep rally to plan, plus a student council to run, you didn’t need to waste time trying to get a deadbeat student to do some work.

“My mind's made up, my dear. You should get to work, I’m certain you and Mr. Munson will work well together if you put aside your differences and try.”

You open your mouth to object once again, but she holds a hand up, signaling that the conversation was over. Groaning, you turn back to the class, everyone in the room divided evenly into pairs. At the very back is none other than Eddie Munson. He’s leant back in the chair, his feet propped up on the desk, a smug grin on his lips.

“Madame President, what an honor,” he teases as you slide into the seat next to him. He sits up at attention in his chair, mocking a salute. The silver skull ring on his middle finger glints under the stream of sunlight coming in through the adjacent window. His fingers, long and nimble, crash down onto the desk as he chuckles to himself, too proud of his own joke.

You roll your eyes, sliding him a copy of the book Ms. O’Donnell had given you. “Trust me, I’m just about as delighted with this pairing as you are.”

He scoffs, feigning hurt, and picks up the book. He pages through it haphazardly before setting it back down, all in the same second. His eyes move to you, his smile spreading. “Actually – Madame President – I am quite delighted with my partner. This is the last class I need to pass to get the fuck out of here and I have a feeling you’ll be able to get me that passing grade.”

“I’m not doing all of this by myself to float your ass to graduation so you can go jack off with your stupid club and sell drugs in the meantime.” You cross your arms harshly, shooting him an accusatory look.

“You are a truly ruthless leader, Madame President.”

“Enough with the nickname already, Munson. Or, if you’d prefer to stick with them, I have a few I could use for you.”

He raises an eyebrow, challenging you. “Would ‘Oh, Mighty One’ be better?”

You open your mouth to argue, but snap it shut.

He didn’t know you and didn’t want to. You didn’t know him either, but you didn’t need to. It didn’t matter much either way, there was a project that needed to be done and you weren’t going to let a stoner like Eddie Munson tarnish your permanent record, not with graduation just a few weeks away. You could both graduate and move on with your lives, this project would be nothing but a small blip in the rearview mirror of life.

“Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we can be done. What are you doing after school?”

“Oh my god are you asking me out?” he gasps, his voice lifting an octave as he twirls a piece of hair between his fingers.

“For the project,” you hiss. “We could meet in the library before my student council meeting.”

He laughs loudly, catching the attention of a few of the students around you.

“I’ve got Hellfire Club.” He lifts his hand and puts up a finger, counting each thing off with his other hand as he talks. “Then a couple of drug deals – the usual, weed, Special K...you know how it is–” he looks up at you with a smirk, chuckling at your wide eyes. “And then after that, I’m working with the band. So, no, the library won’t work for me. But you can drop by after we’re done.”

The evening was cold and dark, fog rolling in over the small town. You thought you might hear the final moments of Eddie’s band rehearsal as you approached a light blue trailer near the end of the park, but they must’ve been long finished. You wondered if they were actually any good. You couldn’t actually imagine liking it, you weren’t a fan of metal music – more of a Cyndi Lauper fan, yourself – but you couldn’t curb your own curiosity. To your dismay, it was eerily quiet. Tugging your jacket a little close to your chest, you hope you’d stumble upon the Munson residence sooner rather than later.

“Boo!” A voice shouts, echoing into the night. You jump, goosebumps crawling across your skin as you crash into the side of the trailer in front of you, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. “Woah, woah, sorry, I didn’t really mean to scare you.” Eddie Munson comes into view, his long hair wild and mussed, his eyebrow quirked. A haze of smoke pools around him, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. He takes you in, his gaze moving down your body and back up to your face, assessing the situation.

“You okay?” His smug smile fades, his brow knitting together in worry. He drops the cigarette and stamps it out, stepping closer to you.

“I think so.” You peel yourself from the side of the trailer, your heart still pounding, your breathing labored and ragged. “Ouch,” you mumble. A tinge of pain stings your head, where you’d smacked it in your moment of panic. You cough, batting away the smoke and reach up to rub the sore spot.

“I thought you saw me, that was a shitty idea, my bad.” He steps forward, leaning over you to check out your head. He was so much taller than you thought, a good foot taller than you. As he hovers nearby, you breathe in the scent of him: cigarettes, sweat, and a musky cologne flooding your senses. “Come on in, I think I’ve got some ice for your head.” He yanks open the trailer door and steps through the frame, leaning back to help you in.

You’d never been this close to him before nor seen him outside of school. You were always rushing around at school so you never really had an opportunity to study him. A pair of black jeans hang low on his hips, held up by a studded dark leather belt. Standing with his hand resting on top of the doorframe, a thin strip of his stomach is visible underneath his Hellfire Club t-shirt. Your eyes work their way up his long torso, taking note of the various tattoos scattered across his arms and collarbones.

Before you know it you’re sitting on the edge of Eddie Munson’s bed, holding a bag of frozen peas to your head and watching him rush around you. He stashes a black metal lunchbox into his dresser and kicks a pile of clothes into the tiny closet, shutting the doors behind him. The room was small and stunk of cigarettes and weed. An ashtray sits on his bedside table, along with a small collection of silver jewelry, a couple of figurines of characters you didn’t recognize, and his copy of The Scarlet Letter – a bookmark fit snugly between the pages. Had he actually started reading it?

His voice draws you back to reality. “I know it’s a mess, sorry…but at least my uncle, uh, had the peas.” He finally stops cleaning and plops down onto his bed, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.

“It’s okay, really, thank you.” You lift the pack of peas from your head and set it down on his black duvet. “I think I’ve been healed.”

“You sure? You’re not having any hallucinations, are you?”

“Sitting in Eddie Munson’s bedroom, I feel like I might be. This is happening, right?” You nod in the direction of the book on his nightstand. “Like, did you actually read that?”

“I skimmed the book.” He rolls his eyes, letting out a small laugh. “And I could say the same thing, I almost don’t believe our class president, the sweetheart of Hawkins High is in my bedroom right now.”

“Sweetheart of Hawkins High is a bit of an overstatement.”

“Only the most adored person ever would say that.”

You shake your head. “No, people adore girls who are sweet and charming, like Chrissy Cunningham. Some kids respect me, because I make a lot of important decisions — like starting tater tot Tuesday — but for the most part they just tolerate me. They don't like me.”

A beat of silence falls between you.

“Well shit, Madame President.”

You shoot him a glare and he laughs. Sighing, he scoots down to the edge of the bed where you sit, being careful to not get too close. Suddenly, you’re not sure if you would mind.

“I get it, you’re looking at Hawkins’ resident freak. Though, they don’t really even tolerate me.”

“To be fair, you do come across as mean and scary.”

His lip twitches as he thinks over your comment. “I do? Is it the tattoos or the hair?”

You laugh. "I think it might be the satan shirt and the Dungeons and Dragons worship."

He glances down at his shirt and shrugs, snickering to himself.

“I hate to break it to you babe, but you come across the same way.”

“Shit, I do? Is it my impressively high GPA or my amazing pep rallies?”

“I actually think it’s the obnoxiously big ‘Class President’ patch on your denim jacket.”

“Fuck, Munson, I was just starting to not hate you.” You blurt, watching him. He laughs, knocking his knee against yours. “Seriously, you’re not like I thought you’d be.”

You immediately regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. Eddie didn’t need to know you thought about him, about who he might really be underneath the school facade. You’d never considered he might be different until tonight, until you noticed the way his face softened when he thought you might be hurt or scared. You didn’t think he really even cared what people at school thought about him, but like you, it was more bothersome than he let on.

“I don’t hate you either, Oh Mighty One.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, “and I’ll admit, you’re better than I thought you’d be.”

Within seconds your eyes reconnect with his. Brown eyes bore into yours, a smirk painted across his pink lips. Heat pulses through your body, rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you hold up your book, smiling. “Then, let’s get to work.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #stranger things fanfic #Stranger Things 4 #st spoilers #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #etherealperrie #my writings #stranger things #st4

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My Bad Batch Season 3 Predictions

Ok listen. I am NOT a critical thinker or predictor when it comes to my comfort media, and this show falls into that category, BUT in honor of Bad Batch Eve I thought it'd be fun to try my hand at making some theories anyway just so that if any of them happen I can brag that I predicted it. So let's try this out.

Thing I think will happen by the end of the series:

Phee dies

Cody shows up + Cody dies

Pabu is destroyed(I saw someone say they thought the Zillo Beast would be the one to destroy it and tbh I agree)

Wolffe comes back. He sighs dramatically about something. Perhaps even incorporating an eye roll. And if we're REALLY lucky, he'll even cross his arms.

CX-2 is Tech

DARTH VADER APPEARANCE

Things I WANT to happen by the end of the series:

Quinlan shows up(I will accept a name drop but NOTHING LESS. Give me his FACE or give me his NAME. No vague references)

Ahsoka pleeeeeease!!!

At least one (1) group hug with TBB

Ventress shanks a bitch

Crosshair gets a new outfit/armor. Someone help this outdated fashion disaster of a man.

emerie picks up hemlock and dunks him into the garbage. fucking obliterated(i saw someone ship them once. i want that person to know: im going to kill you)

Omega gets a lightsaber. As a treat. She deserves it.

DARTH VADER APPEARANCE. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

Things I think will happen in the finale specifically:

Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker, Hunter all die

Omega lives

Those three itty bitty clones(Mox, etc.) go with Rex

Cid pulls a Lando and tries to make up for her betrayal

Howzer dies and i die too

Crosshair momentarily overcomes his hand trembling to make a heroic and epic shot that saves someone's life(Rex/Wolffe/Gregor?). The music swells dramatically. The sun comes out. Omega wipes a tear from her eye. He will immediately die after this.

CX-2(Tech?) kills one of the bad batch

Then Omega/someone will be in danger and CX-2(Tech??) will overcome his reprogramming or whatever to save her life. He will also immediately die after this.

I haven't decided if I think Batcher will live and stay with Omega(symbolic of the rest of TBB still being with Omega metaphorically despite their deaths) or will die before the rest of them in a sooner episode(foreshadowing that they're all going to fkcing die)

I unfortunately don't think Hemlock will die. I have never hoped to be wrong about something as much as I hope to be wrong about this.

DARTH. VADER. APPEARANCE.

Welp. That's it. Happy Bad Batch Eve. See you all tomorrow if we're all still alive.

#my favorite character is omega btw #i know some people would rather the series not focus on her so much #and i get it #but i am not one of them #she's my little sweetheart angel #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #sw tbb #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb #tbb omega #clone force 99 #star wars the bad batch #sw tbb s3

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Enamored [26] - Opposites

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: It's expected to dance at an engagement ball.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, angst, mentions of death.

Word Count: 6200

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There was a reason why everyone called you a romantic even back home, years ago.

When you were younger, you had spent hours dreaming of the perfect marriage proposal. You would even write it down like a fairytale and read it out loud to Lucie to giggle over it, and after a while you would come up with a different idea, a more romantic one.

But you hadn’t thought of just how terrible the proposal you would get from the man you were in love with.

A marriage proposal based on logic only, without any mention of love on his part.

You turned your glances to the door when someone knocked on the door to open it and you sat up in bed, wiping at your eyes.

“My lady?” Lucie said. “Are you alright?”

You heaved a sigh, “Not really.”

“What happened?”

You shook your head and kicked off the covers. “Nothing important,” you managed to say. “Nothing worth talking of. Is it breakfast time already?”

“Guests are about to be done with the breakfast actually,” she said. “Monsieur Allard was looking for you.”

You pulled your brows together. “Why?”

“Wouldn’t tell me. He’s downstairs with his family, they were in the music room I think.” She held up a gown. “This one for the day?”

“Sure,” you murmured and walked to her and changed into your shift, and she helped you into your corset.

“Are you going to wear one of your new gowns for tonight’s ball?”

Right.

Tonight was the engagement ball.

The last ball before the wedding tomorrow, where you would be Cecily’s maid of honor and Anthony would be Elias’s best man.

As if last night hadn’t happened.

“I actually don’t care, you can choose it for me” you said and Lucie stopped lacing your corset. Her confused gaze found yours in the mirror and she frowned.

“What?” she asked. “The engagement ball? You don’t care about what you will wear to your brother’s engagement ball?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Not really.”

“The biggest ball of the season, not to mention the couple you’ve brought together, your brother and your best friend? You do not care?” she insisted. “What happened last night?”

“I’ve had an epiphany.”

“On?”

You tried to ignore the lump in your throat and shook your head, then got in your dress, put your shoes on, and sat down so that Lucie could do your hair. After she was done, you both walked out of your bedroom and made your way downstairs.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” you said, “Perhaps later on. Where is everyone?”

“Most of the guests are outside, it’s such a beautiful day. The duke and the marquess are in his study and Miss Cecily is with her family—my lady, the music room.”

You turned your head to look inside to see Pierre talking to his aunt and stepped inside.

“Monsieur Allard,” you said. “Lady Langley.”

“Lady Y/N,” his aunt dropped a curtsy and looked between you, “Your chaperone will be here, correct?”

“Yes, of course,” you said and she smiled.

“Then I should step outside and wait there.”

You pulled your brows together as she walked out of the room before stole a look at Lucie, then turned to Pierre.

“What is happening?” you asked with a small smile and he took a deep breath.

“Y/N…” he started, making your head shoot up upon hearing your actual name from him without any honorifics. “I wanted to be alone with you for this…well, as alone as it is accepted here.”

You blinked a couple of times. “For what?”

You shouldn’t have asked that.

The gasp that left your lips when he got down on one knee had nothing to do with happiness that was supposed to fill you. You had been telling everyone – telling Anthony, of all people – how you would marry Pierre and go back to Paris and build a life there, away from here, away from him, away from this heartbreak that made you feel as if you were dying but…

You couldn’t feel the excitement.

All you felt was a heaviness in your heart.

Behind Pierre, you could see Lucie shaking her head fervently, covering her mouth with her hands and you gawked at Pierre as he took a deep breath.

“I hold you very dear to my heart, Y/N,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful, most intelligent woman I’ve ever had the fortune to meet, and I cannot believe I’m lucky enough to have found you. Miles away from home, and here you are. A small piece of home.”

You weren’t though.

You really weren’t.

You were the last person to be his home, not when your heart would never, ever get free of Anthony’s grasp.

But maybe you could learn to be. That was what everyone else had been doing after all, and now that you knew you could never fall in love with another, what difference was it going to make?

At least with Pierre you were going to be away from here.

“But before you answer, there’s something you must know,” he said, making you pull back. “I’ve asked your father for his approval and he refused.”

You blinked a couple of times, disbelief crashing down on you.

“…He refused,” you repeated through frozen lips. “On my behalf, he decided that?”

“Yes,” Pierre said. “That’s why I want you to know this before you give me your answer. We can go to Gretna Green if you wish, or we can get married in France, anywhere away from here. I want you to think about it so that….so that you will not regret it.”

How dare he?

How dare he make this decision for you?

“Think of this,” Pierre’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “If you’re ready to leave all this behind, leave your father behind, tell me tonight. With the engagement ball, no one will notice until it’s too late.”

He got up and squeezed your hand, then pressed his lips on the back of your hand and you heaved a shaky breath.

“…Excuse me,” you managed to say and walked out of the drawing room with Lucie rushing after you. You couldn’t even see Pierre’s aunt as you walked past her, your vision almost red with fury.

“I cannot believe this.”

“My lady—”

“Where is his study?” you asked through clenched teeth and Lucie hesitated.

“My lady, maybe you should take some fresh air before you have that conversation—”

“Where is his study, Lucie?”

She pursed her lips for a moment. “Downstairs, right around the corner.”

You flexed your fingers, trying to calm yourself down, at least to get this fire burning inside of you under control but it was no use. You made your way downstairs and approached the closed door, then slammed it open, making it hit back to the wall.

Elias and the duke seemed to be in the middle of a conversation but they both stopped talking instantly, a frown pulling Elias’s brows together upon the sight of you, fuming.

“Chérie?”

You didn’t even spare him a glance as you fixed your deadly glare on the duke, stepping into the room.

“You make decisions for me now?” you growled and Elias looked between you two.

“What is happening?”

The duke didn’t even look intimidated in the slightest. “I assume Monsieur Allard talked to you?”

“He proposed?” Elias asked and you let out a breath, gritting your teeth.

“What makes you think you have the right to turn him down on my behalf?”

He heaved a sigh. “You’re not marrying a nobody and moving to Paris just because you’re heartbroken, Y/N.”

“I’m going to marry whoever I please,” you shot back, “I don’t remember asking for your permission on the issue.”

“Well your suitor did,” the duke stated. “I’m telling you the same thing I told him, there is no way that marriage could ever take place. I’m glad you had your fun with that courtship, but you need to leave it that that.”

“Or I could just go to Gretna Green.”

“Y/N!” Elias exclaimed and the Duke scoffed.

“You’re fooling yourself if you think I would allow that.”

“Allow that?” you repeated with a bitter laugh, your accent shifting. “I’m sorry, do you think my mother raised me to wait around for men to allow me to do something? Or that I came all this way so that I could take orders from you? You, of all people?”

“Alright, let’s just…”

“Stay out of this, Elias.” The Duke said before turning to you. “Y/N, you’re trying to marry a man you don’t even love just so that you can leave here. You’re willing to throw your life away because what? That Bridgerton boy broke your heart?”

“It has nothing to do with that,” you lied through your teeth and he shot you a look.

“No? All of a sudden you fell in love with Allard then? Love at tenth sight?”

“I’m not going to be a part of this charade any longer,” you spat as you turned around to leave, but before you could even get to the threshold you heard his voice.

“Your mother wouldn’t want that marriage for you.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks as the fire burned through your chest, reaching your fingertips. You could feel the fury pulsing in your temples and you turned around, a deranged smile splitting your lips as you tilted your head at him.

Elias recognized the look in your eyes in a second.

“No no no!” he rushed to you and got between you before pulling at your arm to get you to the door. “We’re all very tense so let’s just take a breath and—”

He was cut off when you yanked your arm out of his hand and stepped closer to the duke.

“Really?” you asked. “Do go on. Tell me more about what my mother would want for me.”

“Y/N—”

“You do not talk about her as if you knew her,” you growled, looking him dead in the eye. “You’ve spent…how many years with her exactly? Before you kicked her out like a stray dog?”

Something shifted in his eyes. “Careful there.”

“Or what?” you dared him. “Will you exile me to France? Oh, the horror.”

“You have no idea what you speak of,” he told you, his voice low and you narrowed your eyes.

“Do you think this whole act is going to erase everything that happened?” you asked, trying to provoke him. “Hm? You think all of a sudden my mother will see this pathetic display of control you mask as fatherly concern?”

“Y/N,” Elias said. “Enough.”

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough,” you hissed at him before turning to the duke.

“I’m really sorry to be the bringer of bad news your Grace, but she can’t see any of this, she’s no longer breathing. She died burning of fever,” Your voice rose, your throat tightening. “Miles away from her only son, in a foreign country you banished her to!”

Even you could see the impact of your words visible on his face for once. He swallowed thickly, his jaw clenched as if your every word was a dagger you were driving deeper and deeper into his heart.

Good.

He deserved it if he was going to dare speak of your mother.

“By all means though,” you motioned at him. “Convince yourself that you cared about her or that you knew anything about her, maybe it’ll make you sleep better at night. But if you want to hear the truth,” you leaned in slightly, your eyes locked in his. “You were not a good husband or a good person. To her, you were nothing but a complete and utter disappointment.”

He blinked a couple of times and took a breath through his nose.

“We will resume this conversation when you’re not acting like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum,” he said. “Go outside, get some fresh air. I will see you at the ball tonight.”

You gritted your teeth, glaring at him with narrowed eyes before you scoffed a bitter laugh, then approached Elias who looked nearly frozen by the door.

“Never try to drag me out of a room again,” you said lowly before you walked past him and stormed out of the room, slammed the door behind you, then walked upstairs with Lucie following you.

It took you the whole afternoon to actually be able to calm down. On one hand, it was getting easier to avoid people, you had explored some parts of the house, as few as they were, but on the other hand…

You were way too restless, thinking about the answer you would give Pierre.

It was the right choice. It had to be.

You couldn’t imagine staying here, seeing Anthony at least every day of London season and some more outside it, considering how close he and Elias were. You couldn’t be here when he would find himself a proper Viscountess and—

Even imagining him with his wife was more than enough to make tears rush into your eyes.

But that was what was going to happen if you stayed in England. You would be doomed to watch him eventually marry another woman, having children with her, being happy with her.

And you knew you wouldn’t be able to bear it. If even the idea of it was this painful, there was no way your heart could mend itself upon witnessing it every day, over and over again.

“Well, you look absolutely tortured,” Hugh’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned your head, then shifted a little on the marble bench you were sitting on, stealing a look at Lucie who was in a deep conversation with Iona by the apple tree, laughing.

“Hello to you too,” you said. “I thought you’d be with my cousin.”

“I was,” he said. “Your aunt needed him for something. So? Will you tell me why exactly you have been sulking here when all this…” he motioned around you. “Is your doing?”

“The garden?”

“The wedding.”

You scoffed. “I’m thinking about my own.”

“Your own wedding?” he asked, pulling back slightly. “What—”

“Pierre proposed,” you answered before he could even finish his question. “And I will say yes.”

Hugh pulled his brows together. “Wait, you…you haven’t yet?”

“No,” you said. “He gave me some time to think it through. The duke does not give his blessing, you see but I don’t care.”

“You want to marry him?” he asked, disbelief laced in his voice and you nodded.

“I will marry him.”

“But if the duke doesn’t approve…”

“Gretna Green.”

He stared at you. “You’d do that, for Allard of all people?”

“It’s not for him, it’s for me.”

“Gretna Green is a three day journey from here if you only stop to change the horses, and that is assuming you’d be able to leave Stormview, his own estate, without his knowledge.”

“I wouldn’t do that to Cece and Elias,” you said. “Not this weekend. I’d just sneak out when we go back to London.”

“You want to marry him?” he asked again, as if trying to make sure and you scoffed a laugh.

“I can’t stay here Hugh,” you rasped out. “I can’t…I can’t keep seeing him. At least when I go back to France with Pierre, I will be away from here, and I will be able to focus on my own family.”

“What about everyone here?” he asked back, “Your brother, Cecily—”

“They can visit us in France.”

“That’s not the same, and you know it as well as I do.”

A painful smile curled your lips.

“I tried,” you told him. “I swear to God I did, I tried to act like I can do this, but I can’t. You know how it goes in the ton Hugh, sooner or later I will have to watch him get married and I…I can’t. I need to get out of here before it happens, before I can see it. It’ll be torture for me otherwise.”

“No, you know what the torture is?” he asked. “Waking up to someone you don’t love every day.”

You shook your head quietly. “If I must choose between two types of torture…”

Hugh fell silent for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I will ask you the same thing I asked Cece when Randolph proposed her,” he said. “And please remember that it’s a yes or no question, and it really doesn’t require much thinking.”

You frowned. “What is it?”

“Is there a whisper in your head telling you this is a mistake?”

You swallowed thickly, staring at him for a couple of seconds before letting out a breath.

“It’s not that simple.”

“I disagree, it is a very simple question. Because— Y/N, listen to me,” he said, looking you in the eye. “If there is, don’t do this. Listen to that voice. Because that whisper will turn into a scream when you have a baby with him, but it’ll be too late then.”

You could feel the sense of dread crashing on you but you tried your hardest to ignore it and offered him a small smile.

“Will you come and visit me in Paris?”

His eyes searched yours as he heaved a pained sigh, then shook his head, making you pull back.

“Hugh.”

“I cannot,” he said. “I will not. I’ve seen how happy you can be, and if you ask me to visit you in Paris just to witness the despair you will be trapping yourself into…” He trailed off and stood up. “I will not.”

With that, he walked away from you, leaving you there dumbfounded. You could feel the tears rushing to your eyes but you managed to blink them back and let out a breath.

“It’s fine,” you muttered to yourself, “I’ll be fine.”

The whole crowd was almost buzzing with the excitement for the engagement ball and for the first time, it managed to work in your favor. You doubted anyone had heard of Pierre’s proposal or your argument with the duke, not even Aunt Lavinia. The whole family looked very busy with making sure everything was in place for the ball tonight, which gave you the freedom you so desperately needed.

Cecily had heard though. She had tried to talk to you but by some miracle you managed to convince her you would be giving her all the details before the ball. She was beyond overwhelmed, considering the whole ton was waiting for her to make a mistake so she didn’t get to say much to you other than “Over my dead body, you’re not marrying anyone you’re not in love with” before her mother dragged her away.

You found Pierre by the art gallery, looking at the paintings. There was an hour left until the engagement ball, and you were supposed to be getting ready but—

Every single thought in your mind was like a storm.

Lucie touched your arm before you could make your way into the room, causing you to turn around.

“Yes?”

“Will you really accept his proposal?”

You pursed your lips together. “Don’t you miss Paris?”

“Not if you’re going to be unhappy there.”

“It’s better to be unhappy at home than somewhere I don’t even belong,” you said. “Lucie, you know you’re such a precious friend for me, but I’m not going to drag you anywhere you don’t want to go to.”

“Oh no I’m with you,” she said. “Here or Paris I’m with you. I just don’t want you to be unhappy and my lady…” she paused. “Monsieur Allard will not make you happy, he can’t. No matter how hard he might try.”

You took a shaky breath, then threw your shoulders back and stepped into the art gallery, a shudder running down your spine with nervousness, but you managed to ignore it. You smiled at Pierre who looked over his shoulder, then turned around to see you approach him.

“Mademoiselle.”

“Monsieur Allard,” you said as Lucie leaned back to the wall, nibbling on her lip. “Admiring art, I see?”

“Enchanted by it,” he told you, “Though, none of the paintings here is as beautiful as the lady whose presence I’m in right now.”

You willed a smile on your face even if your stomach was churning with fear. Hugh’s words kept echoing in your ears along with a grim picture of your future, with…

With your husband whom you would not be in love with.

But at least you would be away from here. It was still better than nothing.

“I’ve had a chance to talk to the duke,” you said. “He does not approve.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“But if you…” you tried to force the words to leave your mouth, “If you’re serious about Gretna Green, I—”

You were cut off by a familiar giggle echoing in the hallway, making you turn around. Rushed footsteps reached your ears and soon enough Cecily entered your vision, the sight of her clear to you on the wide doorframe but she was way too distracted to notice you.

Or notice anyone else.

Elias caught up with her to tug her by her hand gently, making her giggle again as she looked up at him.

“My mother will kill you if we’re late to the ball,” she said, beaming up at him and Elias grinned.

“Worth it,” he murmured, “I wish to spend some time with my wife, is that a crime?”

“I’m not your wife yet, not until tomorrow.”

“And then we will have forever, Cece.” Elias said softly, dipping his head to brush his lips against hers but she shot him a playful grin and pulled back, then ran away, making him dart after her, their laughter echoing through the hallway.

You didn’t even realize tears were rushing to your eyes until your vision got blurry and you blinked a couple of times, your thoughts clear for the first time in a long time.

That.

That was what you wanted for yourself.

You wanted to be so in love that you would be blind to your surroundings, blind to anyone else but the person looking at you as if you were the most precious treasure in the world.

“Y/N?” Pierre’s voice snapped you out of your haze and you turned to look at him, words leaving your mouth almost in a haste.

“Are you in love with me?”

The question seemed to have taken him by surprise but he overcame his shock quite fast.

“You—”

“No more compliments,” you added, your voice almost inaudible. “I just—I just want to hear the truth, plain and simple. Are you?”

Pierre swallowed thickly, and smiled at you.

“I think in time we will both fall in love with each other,” he said. “I think we can build something together and have a happy family.”

That wasn’t a yes.

Hugh was right. Everyone else was right, you couldn’t do this.

You couldn’t spend the rest of your days with a man who was waiting to fall in love with you.

This was a mistake, and this whisper in your head was going to turn into a never-ending scream until you went deaf.

You sniffled and cleared your throat, then took a deep breath.

“Monsieur Allard, I’m honored by your proposal but I’m afraid I cannot accept it.”

Pierre stared at you for a couple of seconds, ignoring Lucie’s gasp by the corner of the room and he tried to smile.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I—I wish I could. But I can’t…” You dug your fingernails into your palms. “I want love. That’s all. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, and I’m afraid I’m too selfish to wait for it to show itself within matrimony.”

Pierre nodded slowly. “No, I understand,” he assured you. “Really. I wish I could give you the answer you longed for.”

“So do I.”

He ran a hand over his forehead, then licked his lips.

“I think I should not attend the engagement ball tonight,” he said. “It’s better if I leave as soon as I can.”

You frowned. “Monsieur Allard, you don’t have to leave because of this. You’re a guest, you were invited and you’re free to enjoy the festivities as long as you want, this changes nothing.”

“It’s very kind of you mademoiselle but I’m not in the…” he searched for the word. “Right spirits for festivities. But do give my apologies to the happy couple, and my best wishes please.”

He walked to the exit, then turned to look at you.

“And—” he said, offering you a small smile. “I sincerely hope that you marry for love, the kind of love that exists even before your wedding vows.”

“Thank you,” you managed to say and watched him walk out of the art room, and pressed your palms over your eyes. Lucie came closer to you and you dropped your hands, then shot her a look.

“Please tell me I haven’t made the biggest mistake of my life just now.”

“Do you want to hear the truth?”

“…Yes.”

“I think that’s the only right decision you’ve made in a month,” she told you, making you smile. “Now come on. We should get you ready for the engagement ball.”

For some reason, you felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you walked into the ballroom. While it was true that your heart was still broken, and it was true that you were in love with someone who most certainly did not love you back, at least you would not be going through the torture of matrimony without love.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony in a deep conversation with Lady Danbury and his mother and the rest of the Bridgertons by the corner, drinking and having fun. The duke was talking to Aunt Lavinia, Hugh was with Iona and Kenneth and soon enough your eyes fell on the happy couple.

Cecily was laughing at something Elias was telling her, clutching at his arm as she tried to breathe through the laughter, but as soon as her eyes fell on you, she gasped and waved at you, motioning for you to come closer. You pursed your lips and shot them a small smile, then approached them.

“Here you are, I was about to come and get you!” Cecily said, pulling you into a hug and Elias eyed you up and down.

“Should I ask the coachmen to stay alert in case you decide to go to Gretna Green?”

You could feel your stomach do a flip and you bit inside your cheek.

“For your information, I turned his proposal down,” you said. “He just left, but wanted me to give you his apologies and best wishes.”

“Thankfully you’ve seen the light,” Cecily said while both you and Elias stayed silent, making her look between you.

“You know what?” she said. “I’m just going to take a turn around the room and make sure everyone is having fun, excuse me.”

She walked away from you and Elias and you took your gloves off, grabbed a glass of drink from the nearest tray, then took a sip.

“You know exactly where to hit to make someone hurt, did anyone tell you that?” Elias spoke, making you look up at him. “It wasn’t nice, what you said.”

“He doesn’t know her, Elias.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. You can quarrel with father as much as you want, but you don’t…” he let out a breath. “You don’t use me or mother as a weapon, Y/N.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes you were,” he said. “You may have been the one who spent time with her the most, but you aren’t the only one who lost her, she was my mother too.”

You could feel your throat tightening but you clenched your teeth.

“I didn’t think it that way in the heat of the argument,” you admitted. “I should have. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he muttered and sipped his drink. “Allard left, huh?”

“He did.”

He shot you a look. “How brutally did you turn him down?”

“I didn’t!”

“You should’ve, I’ve never liked him.” Elias said with a slight grin as the musicians changed the tune, signaling that it was the time for the first dance.

Considering that you were the maid of honor and Anthony was the best man, you would be expected to have the first dance together along with Cecily and Elias and other couples, and you were under the impression that since it was only one dance you could handle it.

As soon as you heard the first musical note, though, any hopes of handling it went out the window and your head snapped up as you stared at Elias.

“You picked waltz?” you hissed in a breath, in disbelief. “As your first dance, you picked waltz?”

Waltz was…

Not ideal.

It was a highly controversial dance, labelled by many to be “indecent”, considering the close proximity it required. Even Lord Byron—Lord Byron of all people— had referred to it as scandalous.

It was quite possibly the most sensual dance to have ever graced the ballroom, eye contact as well as continuous body contact being the core idea of it and now—

Now you were supposed to dance it with Anthony.

You stole a look at Anthony who seemed to be sharing the same feelings as you for once because he stared at the musicians before turning to Cecily to hastily tell her something, but Cecily only shrugged her shoulders, seeming almost amused.

“It’s my engagement ball,” Elias said, making you turn your gaze to him, your heart beating in your ears. “Aunt Lavinia approved.”

“Great,” you muttered. “How romantic.”

“I know,” Elias grinned and you pursed your lips together.

“You haven’t thought about anyone else while making this decision, have you?”

“Why would I think about anyone else? It’s my engagement ball.”

“Fair point,” you muttered as you put your glass down and Elias threw his shoulders back.

“Let me get my enchanting bride, excuse me,” he said and walked away from you. You were two seconds away from actually ducking under the table but you didn’t get to even put that plan into action when you saw Anthony approaching you. His dark gaze wandered to your hands before he pulled off his gloves as well to put them into the pocket of his waistcoat, and bowed at you.

“My lady.”

How on earth had you found yourself in a position that after turning down his so-called marriage proposal, you now had to waltz with him?

“My lord,” you replied, dropping a curtsy and he offered you his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

This was all because of your hubris. Because you had been ungrateful when Mr Sinclair –who was eyeing you from the corner of the room- had written you a poem and now you were being punished with this.

“You may,” you said curtly before placing your hand in his, the warmth sending a spark down your spine, making you both hesitate for a moment, as if he could feel it too. You walked beside him to the dance floor, stealing a look at other couples –married couples, you noticed— around you. Simon and Daphne, Aunt Lavinia and Uncle Duncan, Elias and Cecily and Lord and Lady Moore.

He placed his hand on the small of your back, making your breath hitch in your throat before you put your hand on his shoulder, making him swallow thickly.

Then the music started.

You could feel yourself growing hot under his glance while you took your steps, following his lead, but after a couple of seconds, you dared look up at him.

“What?” you asked tersely, your eyes meeting his unwavering gaze almost defiantly and a small smile curled his lips.

“You said no.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Allard. You said no.”

You pulled your brows together. “How did you…?”

“Cecily.”

Your frown deepened. “Cecily told you that?” you asked. “Why?”

He let you take a step back before pulling you back to himself as the dance required, his pleasant scent filling your nostrils but you tried to keep your focus.

“Why did you say no?” he asked back and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I do not see how that concerns you,” you pointed out. “I’d rather keep our conversation light if we must converse at all during this dance.”

“Light conversation,” he repeated. “Very well. What are your thoughts on the British involvement in Congress of Vienna?”

Your head shot up as the memory of your first dance hit you and he smiled slightly at the look of recognition on your face.

“Or you could tell me about Louis VIII’s new administration?” he continued. “I’d love to hear your opinions on the charter.”

He remembered.

Word by word, he remembered what you had told him during your first dance.

You had to remind yourself that it didn’t mean anything. This was a game for him, all of this, especially after last night.

He didn’t love you, and he was never, ever going to love you.

“Or,” he said. “I could talk about how I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him.

“I have no use or need for your compliments anymore,” you deadpanned as you let him twirl you. “Nor do I seek them.”

“What do you seek?”

“Honesty,” you said. “For once. Would make a nice change, wouldn’t you say?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think a glimmer of hope was playing in his eyes.

“You can ask me anything,” he said as your hand slipped a little from his shoulder, making him hold his breath at the soft touch before you placed your hand on his shoulder again, making a mental note of it. Your heart was slamming against your chest but his reaction?

Surely it was a coincidence.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he promised you as he turned you again and you curled your fingers for only a moment to squeeze his shoulder, a flitting movement but it was enough to make him swallow thickly.

…Oh.

“How did you sleep last night?” you asked and his eyes found yours.

“I didn’t,” he said. “You?”

“I didn’t promise you honesty,” you reminded him and he let out a small chuckle.

“Alright. Lie to me then.”

“I’ve slept well,” you told him. “Didn’t think about what happened at all.”

“I see. And in the morning?”

“Nothing important happened,” you lied. “Are you excited about tomorrow?”

“I would be if I could focus on anything but you.”

“The issue with your honesty is that it sounds a lot like your lies,” you pointed out, stepping forward with him, your skirt trailing behind you as you did.

“You don’t believe me,” Anthony said softly and you shook your head.

“No. I don’t believe a word coming out of your mouth.”

“You think of me that low?”

“Not low,” you said. “Just cruel beyond words, you’ve demonstrated it perfectly last night.”

That seemed to make him fall into silence as the music started fading.

“Y/N—”

“I do have another question but it requires your honesty as well I’m afraid.”

His eyes searched yours, that glimmer of hope appearing in them again.

“My honesty is at your service.”

“Not me, you,” you said. “My question requires you to be honest to yourself as you answer it.”

He nodded. “You have my word.”

The music was slowly coming to a stop now and you tried to focus on what you wanted to say to him instead of his handsome face, or his lovely scent that seemed to be luring you deeper and deeper.

You slowly dragged your fingertips down his shoulder before pulling your hand back as the dance came to a stop, the couples around you dispersing and to any outsider, you knew that it would look innocent, but to him, the mere touch of your fingertips was enough to make him hold his breath as if he couldn’t even stop himself. You looked up at him through your lashes.

“Anthony?”

He seemed nearly enchanted. “Y/N?”

A small smile curled your lips as you stepped closer to him, your eyes locked in his.

“Why does your breath keep hitching whenever I touch you?” you asked innocently, making him blink a couple of times like he wasn’t even aware of himself doing such a thing much less you noticing it. Your smile widened before you let out a scoff and swept a well-trained curtsy.

“Have a pleasant evening, my lord,” you said and walked away from him to the beverages table, painfully aware of everyone else’s gaze on you both, whispers erupting through the crowd.

It was only when you got yourself a glass of champagne you turned around to catch the sight of him making his way through the crowd before he pushed open the balcony door to step outside in a haste, as if he couldn’t stay inside any longer just like—

Just like what you had done after your first dance with him.

Oh.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

Chapter 27

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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Game of Survival

Pairings: The Group x gn!reader

Era: Season 1-11

Warnings: TWD gore and violence. Bad language. 18+

Category: Fluff. Angst.

Word Count:

Summary: With no other choice, you must learn to play this new game of survival.

Prologue

Season 1:

1x1 - Days Gone Bye 1x3 - Tell It to the Frogs 1x4 - Vatos 1x5 - Wildfire 1x6 - TS-19

Season 2:

2x1 - What Lies Ahead 2x2 - Bloodletting 2x3 - Save the Last One 2x4 - Cherokee Rose 2x5 - Chupacabra 2x6 - Secrets 2x7 - Pretty Much 2x8 - Nebraska 2x9 - Triggerfinger 2x10 - 18 Miles Out 2x11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner 2x12 - Better Angels 2x13 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3:

3x1 - Seed 3x2 - Sick 3x3 - Walk With Me 3x4 - Killer Within 3x5 - Say the Word 3x6 - Hounded 3x7 - When the Dead Come Knocking 3x8 - Made to Suffer 3x9 - The Suicide King 3x10 - Home 3x11 - I Ain’t Judas 3x12 - Clear 3x13 - Arrow on the Doorpost 3x14 - Prey 3x15 - This Sorrowful Life 3x16 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season: 4

4x1 - 30 Days Without an Accident 4x2 - Infected 4x3 - Isolation 4x4 - Indifference 4x5 - Internment 4x6 - Live Bait 4x7 - Dead Weight 4x8 - Too Far Gone 4x9 - After 4x10 - Inmates 4x11 - Claimed 4x12 - Still 4x13 - Alone 4x14 - The Grove 4x15 - Us 4x16 - A

Season 5:

5x1 - No Sanctuary 5x2 - Strangers 5x3 - Four Walls and a Roof 5x4 - Slabtown 5x6 - Self Help 5x7 - Consumed 5x8 - Coda 5x9 - What Happened and What’s Going On 5x10 - Them 5x11 - The Distance 5x12 - Remember 5x13 - Forget 5x14 - Spend 5x15 - Try 5x16 - Conquer

Season 6:

6x1 - First Time Again 6x2 - JSS 6x3 - Thank You 6x4 - Here’s Not Here 6x5 - Now 6x6 - Always Accountable 6x7 - Heads Up 6x8 - Start to FInish 6x9 - No Way Out 6x10 - The Next World 6x11 - Knots Untie 6x12 - Not Tomorrow Yet 6x13- The Same Boat 6x14 - Twice As Far 6x15 - East 6x16 - Last Day on Earth

Season 7:

7x1 - The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be 7x2 - The Well 7x3 - The Cell 7x4 - Service 7x5 - Go Getter 7x6 - Swear 7x7 - Sing Me a Song 7x8 - Hearts Still Beating 7x9 - Rock in the Road 7x10 - New Best Friends 7x11 - Hostiles and Calamities 7x12 - Say Yes 7x13 - Bury Me Here 7x14 - The Other Side 7x15 - Something They Need 7x16 - The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Season 8:

8x1 - Mercy 8x2 - The Damned 8x3 - Monsters 8x4 - Some Guy 8x5 - The Big Scary U 8x6 - The King, the Widow, and Rick 8x7 - Time for After 8x8 - How It’s Gotta Be 8x9 - Honor 8x10 - The Lost and the Plunderers 8x11 - Dead or Alive Or 8x12 - The Key 8x13 - Do Not Send Us Astray 8x14 - Still Gotta Mean Something 8x15 - Worth 8x16 - Wrath

Season 9:

9x1 - A New Beginning 9x2 - The Bridge 9x3 - Warning Signs 9x4 - The Obliged 9x5 - What Comes After 9x6 - Who Are You Now? 9x7 - Stradivarius 9x8 - Evolution 9x9 - Adaptation 9x10 - Omega 9x11 - Bounty 9x12 - Guardians 9x13 - Chokepoint 9x14 - Scars 9x15 - The Calm Before 9x16 - The Storm

Season 10:

10x0 - Holiday Special 10x1 - Lines We Cross 10x2 - We Are the End of the World 10x3 - Ghost 10x4 - Silence the Whisperers 10x5 - What It Always Is 10x6 - Bonds 10x7 - Open Your Eyes 10x8 - The World Before 10x9 - Squeeze 10x10 - Stalker 10x11 - Morning Star 10x12 - Walk with Us 10x13 - What We Become 10x14 - Look at the Flowers 10x15 - The Tower 10x16 - A Certain Doom 10x17 - Home Sweet Home 10x18 - Find Me 10x19 - One More 10x20 - Splinter 10x21 - Diverged 10x22 - Here's Negan

Season 11:

11x1 - Acheron: Part 1 11x2 - Acheron: Part 2 11x3 - Hunted 11x4 - Rendition 11x5 - Out of the Ashes 11x6 - On the Inside 11x7 - Promises Broken 11x8 - For Blood 11x9 - No Other Way 11x10 - New Haunts 11x11 - Rogue Element 11x12 - The Lucky Ones 11x13 - Warlords 11x14 - The Rotten Core 11x15 - Trust 11x16 - Acts of God 11x17 - Lockdown 11x18 - A New Deal 11x19 - Variant 11x20 - What's Been Lost 11x21 - Outpost 22

#the walking dead x reader #game of survival

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what would u say or reccomend to someone who knows nothin about sonic but is a bit interested in the fandom o_o

hmm thats a tough one! first, it depends on if youre more of a gamer or a watcher - im a watcher so i will look at it from that perspective. im also biased towards modern sonic... so classic sonic media is not my thing, at all.

ive seen a lot of people get into the fandom through the sonic movies! its its own continuity and sort of a one-off thing, so i guess that could be a nice simple start. cons: the movies arent perfect, and you might get caught up in the human lore instead, like me over here. but you get to experience the cutest sonic ever so, win?

if you dont mind kids audience focused media, the sonic prime show coming out currently (new season tomorrow!) is also pretty cute, But everyone is a bit ooc there!! so im not sure if its good for the first watch? sonic is a tad dumbed down, everyone else is an alternate version of themselves, except shadow, he has like the best writing Ever here. my opinion but i think many would agree...

if youre not a serious person, you could go my route and get into the fandom through sonic boom - i started watching it because i was also a bit interested in the fandom but the games were too overwhelming (and i really suck at them, honestly) boom is also like an AU for sonic, but its hilarious (if that sort of humor is your thing)

if you wanted to read - i would recommend the IDW sonic comics, specifically the 2018 one. gorgeous artwork, has its own story, introduces really cool new characters but also focuses on the main cast. im not caught up on the current story but i read the zombot part and it was really fun.

sonic boom also has a comic, you could check that out before watching the show to get a taste of the humor (its not taking itself seriously At All, and i love it)

if you wanted to check out the games, i guess sonic mania and sonic adventure 1 and 2 are probably the best to go with? i only played SA2 myself and i failed miserably, but you could emulate any of the older games on pc easily. or find a streamer/youtuber you like, maybe they played sonic before :] frontiers also has good reviews but as a true sonic fan, i havent played it myself 😌 (the sountrack is all bangers tho. honestly, sonic as a franchise has like the best music ever, i think the only franchise that is on the same level for me is homestuck and undertale when it comes to music, but they got fucking kellin quinn and one ok rock on this. unreal)

honorable mention: snapcube sonic dubs. literally, go watch 2006 sonic real time fandub, it was one of the things that also tipped me over to fully explore the fandom, i kid you not

#thanks for the ask #answered #sorry for the super long answer #i guess im more into this than i thought lol #in the end i only care about shadow. if it has shadow in it i like it #long post #sonic #sonic the hedgehog

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HI HELLO GOOD EVENING

I'm dead tired bc I got barely any sleep last night + braindead because I've spent the past several hours binging through your Stranger Things Byler retelling and I'm a bit out of words, HOWEVER. It finally clicked in my head that you have a tumblr and I, also having a tumblr, can use said tumblr to throw my appreciation upon you in a more direct manner.

On that note... the retelling is AMAZING and I love it so very very much!!! (I've also been leaving a whole stream of comments on the fic itself, so a lot of my feelings have already been described in detail there XD). It makes me feel so very many emotions, both good AND bad, and for a fic to trigger THAT MUCH of an emotional reaction in me is really an achievement. It's so beautifully sad and tender and joyous and realistic, and all the more painful for it—and all the more beautiful IN that pain. I haven't actually been a big active part of the Stranger Things Fandom (TM) for several years, but I still often return to Byler fics, sort of like a comfort blanket in story form—and yours are some of the BEST (I think it was also you that wrote one of my favorite ever painting scene fix-its; I'll have to go back and re-read that as well!!)

I started reading season 4 last night (which is in part to blame for my lack of sleep) and finished up the rest of it today. I'm so extremely excited for season 5 and to see what you've done with it—I already started reading the script for episode one and it looks amazing (god, I bet that Mike having a panic attack/Vecna episode hurts WAY more in prose)!!! I can't decide between reading all the script first, then reading the fic; or reading the script episodes and then reading the according fic chapters; or just barreling on ahead in the fic and coming back to the script if it strikes my fancy later (which is, if I'm being honest, the most likely outcome). All will have to wait til tomorrow, however, as I have dinner and a warm bed to get to. All the love to you and your fic!!

(Love how I said "I'm so braindead I've run out of words" and then proceeded to give evidence to the EXACT OPPOSITE claim. I'm really a bit like Mike lmao, even if I'm struggling to actually describe my specific emotions or feelings about something, I can run my mouth about any old thing for ages XD)

hi hello good morning!!! i have been watching ur comments come in with so much joy and happiness—hopefully i get time to respond to all of them within the next few days! i hope that you have gotten so much rest and that you are all refreshed for the next day🫂💗

thank you so much for all your kind words, in this ask and otherwise! the rewrite is really a labor of love that has been sustaining me for over a year now, and it is always so impressive and awe-worthy to me when new people discover it and start from the very beginning. that is SO much to read!! several novels worth!

as for the script, read it in whatever order you would like! my recommended order was originally to read the script first, then the fic chapters—but i know that some people want to experience the plot twists and developments as they happen, so really any way you decide to read it is completely fine! the byler scenes are all the same (with a bit extra in the fic), it’s really just the other characters and plot lines that are expanded.

thank you for “running your mouth,” as you’ve called it—but i prefer to think that we’re just chatting🥳 i really love interacting with people through both comments and asks, so feel free to do both (and to talk as long as you’d like)! i am super grateful and honored that you’ve chosen to read my story, and i hope that you enjoy what i have so far of season 5!!💗🫂

#asks #this is so nice🥹#thank youuuuuuuuu #rewrite

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03/08/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&CrewSightings; DavidJenkins;RuiboQian;Samba Schutte; Alex Sherman; Rhys Darby Cameo; Fan Spotlight; SaveOFMD End of the Line Statement; SaveOFMD Billboard News and updates; Watch Party Reminders; OFMDCrew Gratitude Event; Kudoboard Reminders; New Kudoboards; Fundraiser Statuses; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= David Jenkins =

Chaos dad poked his nose out to send us some lovely and encouraging words. "Your power is noticed and admired, Don't doubt it. Ever."

= Ruibo Qian =

Our Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian had so much love and support to send today.

= Samba BTS =

Samba's keeping us fed with little bits of BTS each day, thank you Samba. Full Video here courtesy of @daria-meoi

= Alex Sherman =

Oh Alex, our 'Ass Tonight' Guardian Angel. I love that he's just over here liking all our unhinged stuff on top of the usual porn.

== Rhys Darby Cameo ==

Our wonderful crew-mate @_irene_adler and the Our Flag Means Daddy crew got us a wonderful bed-time story from Rhys. Please check it out on Cameo.

== Fan Spotlight =

Thank you @melvisik for continuing to give us lovely collectibles for all our cast & crew. Tonight is Fred Armisen!

== Save OFMD Crew "End of the Line" Statement ==

"Like our inimitable captain Stede Bonnet, we aren’t ready to give up just yet. We are devastated by the news from David Jenkins that attempts to find an alternative home for Our Flag Means Death have "reached the end of the road", but we want to keep fighting—not just for Our Flag Means Death, but for all the shows cancelled before their time. Shows that people put their heart and soul into. Shows that create life-changing experiences for their fans." Please read the rest on the website here.

== Save OFMD Crew Billboard News ==

== OFMD Gratitude Event ==

Join the OFMD Crew on Saturday March 9th, 11 AM PST / 2 PM EST / 7 PM GMT / 8 PM CET, follow OFMDCrew on Twitter.

== Watch Party Reminders ==

03/09/2024 there will be a watch along with the German premiere of OFMD Season 2!

@OurFlagRTL at 1PM EST/4PM GMT/5PM CET #OurFlagRTL.

Feel free to watch in any language you like! #SaveOFMD#LongLiveOFMD

= Wrecked =

Wrecked Season 1 Catch Up Party Starts Tomorrow at 8 am CST / 2pm GMT on the #RhysDarbyFaction server, feel free to reach out if you need access.

= Coming & Going =

Tomorrow 3/9, 9pm cst - 1030pm cst / (3/10) 3am gmt - 430am gmt on the #RhysDarbyFaction server.

We know it's awful, we're getting drunk and having a laugh.

== Kudoboard Reminders! ==

= Taika =

Kudoboard Link

The board will stay up until March 12th, and we will share the link with him on March 13th. The Kudoboard is monitored prior to approval to prevent trolls from jumping in (so if you don't see your additions right away, that's why!)

== Cast & Crew Kudoboards ==

In addition-- thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS!

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

== Fundraiser Statuses ==

Many fans are turning their grief and feelings of poison into positivity. Since this post by @gentlepanpirate was posted this afternoon around 1:45 MT, the eSIMS and Sanitary Products for Gaza has gone up 12%. Do you have a few dollars to spare? Everyone doing just a few dollars will move it up fast. If not no worries, please consider sharing the link instead!

givebutter.com/OFFP3

= In Soup Now =

In Soup Now in honor of Kristian Nairn's favorite charity Team Haven Belfast, is at 17% Great job everyone working on helping feed unhoused neighbors. Can't donate? No worries! Please consider sharing the link!

https://givebutter.com/OFFP3

== Articles ==

Lot of articles tonight yall. Remember that every one of these shows you made an impact. It sucks cause a lot of them say "failed to find a home" which isn't true, we were robbed of one. But they still matter. The fact that they wrote anything at all shows we've been making waves. You still have power, as Chaos dad said. They didn't take that from you.

Our Flag Means Death Creator David Jenkins Confirms Show Has Reached the End of the Road

Our Flag Means Death Fails to Find New Home After Max Cancellation — Read Creator’s Statement

'End of the Road': Our Flag Means Death's Fate Confirmed by Creator

Our Flag Means Death Creator Addresses Chances of Series Return

‘Our Flag Means Death’ Creator Raises White Flag on Former Max Comedy

‘Our Flag Means Death’ Creator Says It’s “The End Of The Road” After Comedy Fails To Find New Home

Our Flag Means Death Is Officially Done After Not Finding New Streaming Home

Series creator: No new home found for canceled 'Our Flag Means Death'

Our Flag Means Death Creator Confirms The End Of Cancelled Max Show

Our Flag Means Death creator couldn’t find a new home for the series, which is now officially on its way to Davy Jones’s locker

Our Flag Means Death season 3 not happening, creator confirms

Our Flag Means Death creator “officially confirms” show cannot be saved

Our Flag Means Death Canceled After Two Successful Seasons

Our Flag Means Death officially over as the queer series fails to find a new home

El creador de ‘Our Flag Means Death’ dice que es «el final del camino» después de que la comedia no logró encontrar un nuevo hogar.

Our Flag Means Death creator says it's officially the 'end of the road' after show fails to find new home

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH IS OFFICIALLY OVER, CREATOR CONFIRMS SEASON 3 FAILS TO FIND NEW HOME

Unfairly cancelled show fails to find new home: ‘It’s the end of the road’

Heartbreak in the High Seas: Our Flag Means Death Officially Sails Into the Sunset

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies.

I know some of you found out the news later than others, and it's still very raw for you. I'm sending so much love your way, I know you had less support than some of us when you found out and that's got to feel terribly lonely. I've talked to some folks who were fine yesterday, and not okay today, and vice versa. Just know we are here luvs, we are here, and we're happy to talk. We're all going to be grieving for a while. So please be kind to yourselves. Give yourself some grace, it's okay if you can't do much right now. It's okay if you don't finish that gif set, or that artwork, or that fic. It's okay if all you do is get by today. You are doing enough. It's okay if you need to have distractions so you're doing twice as much as you did before. Distraction can help a lot with nervous energy. Give yourself room to be creative, and to let your mind wander, it could use a break. Take some time to laugh if you can. Laughter really can be healing. I wish I had some advice for tonight. I wish I had some better words of encouragement, I know it's all very hard right now for everyone.

Please just know a few things, and you've heard them before, but I need to hear them once in a while so I'm going to say them to you.

You are loved.

You are worthy.

You are enough.

You are beautiful.

You are kind.

You are exactly the way you should be.

You are loved.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Just som giggle from our two guys to hopefully bring a smile to your face.

Daily Darby Courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome

Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @IBrokeCharacter on twitter.

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