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septnanis · 3 months

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catch up

a bit about Riku and being a loner.

The surf comes in, soaks the back half of his pants. He knows when he stands up he’ll look ridiculous. Sora will point and laugh and tell him how ridiculous he looks.

Riku doesn’t mind. He likes to make Sora laugh. He always has.

The water is warm, warmed by the evening sun and the heat of a summer that never really ends on these islands. He never really noticed that, how his home was cradled in a static existence where the sun almost always shined and even when it stormed it just meant the sun would shine brighter the next day.

“You’ve always been too good at this,” Sora says from behind.

Riku looks up and over his shoulder at him.

“Good at what?” Riku asks.

Sora sits down next to him and smiles. Riku’s always been absolutely weak for Sora smiling but now that they’re growing from exuberant borderlining on goofy to bright and sweet, he’s pretty sure Sora could ask him to do terrible things and he’d do it without hesitation.

“Being alone,” Sora says and immediately frowns when it makes Riku laugh. “What?”

Riku shakes his head. “I’m not,” he says. “Good at being alone. The last few years being alone has lead to some questionable if not outright terrible decisions on my part.”

Sora stays quiet but stares intently.

“I isolated myself back home and ended up tossing it into darkness,” Riku continues. “Also ended up getting possessed which is weird because sometimes when it’s really quiet I can still hear him whispering in my mind. Maybe just a memory? I don’t know.”

The waves roll in just a fraction closer, but it makes both of them curl their toes into the wet sand.

“Castle Oblivion was me at my very best,” the sarcasm in his voice makes Sora frown a bit deeper. Riku is direct and dry in his communication but rarely sarcastic. “Kept that up but then blindfolded. Don’t get me started on Roxas and then transforming myself into the man who possessed me.”

“You did the best you could, Riku,” Sora says. Maybe it’s part of his dna, but he can’t help but feel sorry for his friend. “It must’ve been lonely.”

Riku grins. “When you said you wanted to go with me so we could do the Mark. Together…” He’s past caring about how this looks, so he sighs. “I was so happy. Even when we got split up..”

“Which was my fault,” Sora says with a sad look.

“Nah,” Riku says. “You did your best. Which is a thousand times better than most people’s best.” He leans down to lay his crossed arms on his raised knees. “It was the first time I felt like we were together. Even though we were apart, I still felt like you were with me.”

Riku doesn’t continue, like what happened after the Mark is something better left unsaid. The Dark Margin, the Graveyard, how Sora can’t remember Riku staring death down in a way none of their friends had been able to. He knows it happened, like Castle Oblivion happened, like he fell so deep into dreams Riku had to yank him out, memories because someone else told him.

“That year you were gone,” Riku says. “Don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone. Everyone was involved with finding you but, it was like they lived life alongside that. I just couldn’t. Felt like I was…”

Dancing on the kid’s grave, Cid had said to Riku. Chin up, he wouldn’t want you to be like this, maybe it’s time to move on, all those baseless platitudes that made Riku only more determined.

“Felt weird,” Riku says. “And wrong.”

“You found me, though,” Sora says with a grin.

Riku laughs again. “Yeah and you forgot all about me,” he says, leaning in close to Sora’s face, giving him a nudge with his shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to!” Sora says with mock indignation. “You know… you’re always finding me.”

Riku frowns at him.

“You found me in Traverse Town,” Sora says. “And in Castle Oblivion. You found me all over the place once I woke up. You found me when I got lost during the Mark and when I fell to Darkness in the Graveyard…”

Riku startles and whips his head towards him. “You… you remember that?”

Sora doesn’t look at him but he grins. “I did eventually… in Quadratum,” he says. “It was you, how could it not be? It’s always you.”

“But Kairi…” Riku feels his face heat at his stammer, feeling caught out.

“Kairi kept my body from fading away,” Sora says with a fond look. “She’s so strong. Don’t think I’ve ever given her credit for that. I thought it was you at first! It felt like you… but then I thought it was Kairi. I mean… there she was, waiting for me in the Darkness.”

Riku turns his head back to the sea. The sunset is turning the water to that vibrant amber orange that Sora likes so much.

“But it was you,” Sora says. “Should’ve known it was you. And then you found me in Quadratum, even though I didn’t recognize you. If it hadn’t been for you, Kairi and I would’ve just wandered in the dark.”

Riku looks back at Sora when he feels a hand on his arm, curling around it with a firm grip.

“You were always so much brighter than all of us,” Sora says, his voice uncharacteristically solemn. “You were just too good at hiding it. And here I am, thinking you’re good at being alone. I fell for it again.”

Riku isn’t sure why it touches a nerve, but it does. His back straightens, his eyes feel a little warm, he tries to clear this throat as subtly as he can.

Sora looks right at him, uses his grip on Riku’s arm as leverage and presses a quick as can be kiss to Riku’s cheek. Riku whips his head around to stare at Sora with eyes so huge they feel like they might pop out. Sora, of course, is grinning.

“Haaa, wanted to do that for ages," Sora says. "Was that okay?”

Riku is stuck between disbelief and joy. He nods though, because this tiny act of affection from his dearest friend has been a thing he had given up wanting.

It’s his own fault - he’s never given up on Sora before, and for good reason.

So Riku returns the favor, moves in slow so Sora knows what’s coming. Sora tilts his head up invitingly and lets his eyes slip shut, which Riku takes as acceptance. The kiss he gives Sora lands on the corner of his mouth, momentary and fleeting.

Sora opens one eye when Riku draws back. “That was it?”

Riku’s cheeks are burning. “You’re such a dork,” he says. “Why am I even friends with you?”

Sora looks at him with a sort of knowing smile that says he knows exactly why but he’s not going to deprive himself of the pleasure at watching Riku squirm to get it out.

“You’re…” Riku starts. He shakes his head because he’s overwhelmed and Sora won’t stop gazing at him like he’s making the sun shine brighter. “Such a dork.”

Sora laughs, presses his cheek to Riku’s shoulder and lands a well aimed punch to his arm. “I really came down here to take you back to the ship,” he says. “Donald’s going to blow a gasket if we stay any longer.”

“Let him,” Riku says. He’s dutiful at his core though, so he stands, Sora still hanging from his arm.

Of course Sora bursts out laughing. “I get that sitting on the beach is nice, Riku,” he says, pointing at the wet seat of Riku’s pants. “But you could at least try and find a bush or tree.”

Riku nods his head with a sardonic grin and leans over to smack the equally wet seat of Sora’s pants. “Look who’s talking!”

It just makes Sora laugh even louder, setting off at a run up the beach back to the Gummi ship.

Riku follows, because he doesn’t like being alone. He doesn’t have to anymore.

He catches up quick.

#soriku #kh fic #kh riku #kh sora #soriku fic

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queentala · 1 year

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I don't know if you aren't doing anymore of these requests and that I'm just late, but Aedion and Fenrys if you are. I hope you're having a great day/night.

Lol, so my first thought was like... Aedion is Gavriel's son and Fenrys is like a son to him, so that would mean that Gavriel is your daddy... (in law ofc)

Which is great because whenever they do something dumb or make you sad you can go complain to Gavriel, and he’s immediately on his way to smack them on their heads and give them an hour long lecture on how they’re idiots that don’t deserve you

Luckily it barely ever happens

They are amazing boyfriends, willing to do anything to see you happy

First of all, they have very similar personalities. Both Aedion and Fenrys are extremely loyal, caring but also funny and affectionate. Each of them, however, has those small things that make them different and special

When cuddling, Fenrys loves to have deep conversations, share stories and laugh, while for Aedion cuddles = napping

Both hate waking up in the morning and if they could, they’d sleep till the afternoon. The difference is that Fenrys goes to bed early and sleeps long but with few kisses and sweet words you’re able to wake him up without whining. With Aedion it’s a different story. Very often he stays up till late hours, either because of work or he’s out with his Bane mates, and because of that he’s like a zombie in the morning. Not to mention you have to flip the mattress over to get him out of bed.

Also that’s why he loves napping during the day so much. Sometimes he looks so miserable it breaks yours and Fenrys’ hearts, so you just cage him between your bodies, letting him rest. It starts with you playing with Aedion’s hair as he dozes off on your chest, and Fenrys cuddling him from behind, placing kisses on his neck, but five minutes later you’re all sound asleep

Neither of them have anything against a good party, and in fact, pretty often you find yourself stumbling from tavern to tavern, bottle of alcohol in hand and your lovers stumbling on your sides, laughing and singing for the whole city to hear

Loving Aedion and Fenrys is like a puppy love. They can make you feel like you’re just three careless teenagers, doing dumb mistakes and enjoying the beauty of life

With them you’re going to have the best memories, taken straight out of teenage romance; dancing on the streets during rain, swimming naked in a lake in the middle of a forest, breaking into abandoned houses, drunk making out in the club when it feels as if the time doesn’t exist...

Oh and they are masters at making you laugh

Fenrys can turn every situation into a joke, and Aedion with his smart mouth can throw the best one-liners at any moment of the day, making it hard for you to don’t piss yourself from laughing

Also, they have this something in them that makes you feel so comfortable in their presence. Suddenly when you started dating them, you stopped feeling the urge to suck in your tummy, or the pressure that your hair always need to be fresh and done into fancy hairstyles, or your body must be smooth like baby’s

Whenever you feel insecure, they always like to remind you that both of them lived in war camps most of their lives, and they’re fully aware how a real body looks like

They love all your stretch marks, your curves and folds of their lack, and truly, neither of them care if your legs are shaved or not

But stubborn as you are, you still didn’t feel comfortable enough with the short dark hair on your legs, and didn’t want them to see you that way

So one night when you came back to your chambers and saw your lovers, clearly in the mood for some night fun, you immediately threw at the the famous “I haven’t shaved”

At what they answered “No worries darling, we did” with the biggest grins on their faces

And in fact, when Aedion and Fenrys took of their pants, their legs were smooth and shiny just like newborn’s face

When you finally stopped laughing, or more like choking and crying, after few minutes, they kissed you deeply and told you how idiotic you were for thinking they would be disgusted by your body hair which are the most natural thing

From that moment you never felt insecure around them ever again

Yeah, and while we’re talking about sex...

So Aedion is bi and Fenrys most likely pan or bi, and I headcanon both as switches, with Fenrys having a preference to dominate, but not always

Basically, each of your times is different and you never get bored with them. All of you always make sure everyone are satisfied and given the exact amount of attention and pleasure. Some night are rough and hot, other are goofy and you need to take a break in the middle of sex to catch your breath because Aedion said something dumb and now all of you are laughing like idiots

So yeah, dating Aedion and Fenrys is magical. You have arguments, you don’t agree in everything and sometimes all of you says things none of you meant, but at the end of the day you always figure it out and it ends up with a lot of kisses and cuddling (because how can anyone be mad at those two sweet puppies?!)

#aedion ashryver x reader #aedion x reader #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader

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endless-summer-soldier · 8 months

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you see me - bonus chapter

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: Bucky has grown used to a life of solitude after a mysterious accident leaves him forgettable. every person he comes in contact has no memory of him the moment he walks away. until he meets a cute girl at a record store who actual remembers him.

a/n: I had to write a little something in memory of my guy Jimmy Buffett <3. just a little fluff between two of our favorites during a tough time.

taglist: @sebsgirl71479

word count: 1.2k

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“Good morning love,” Bucky said as Y/N walked into the kitchen. He studied her face and immediately identified the look of distress. “What’s the matter?”

She looked at him with a devastated expression, “Jimmy Buffett died.”

“Oh baby,” he walked toward her, enveloping her in his strong arms, “I’m so sorry.”

“I just…I don’t know how to feel right now.” The death was unexpected. Jimmy Buffett was one of the artists she loved because of her dad. She had fond memories of them listening to Buffett during long car rides and holiday weekend cookouts. And while Bucky knew this about Y/N, he didn’t know how to comfort her best. These memories were deeply personal, it was almost as if she was losing her father all over again.

“Today is your day. We can do whatever you want,” Bucky said.

“I think we need…margaritas.”

“Right now?” he asked, preparing to pour a large mug of coffee for his wife.

She gave him a soft smile, “Coffee first, but then I think we should go somewhere. With margaritas and TouchTunes.” He chuckled to himself, thinking about how much money his wife had already invested into TouchTunes.

“Whatever you want my dear.”

They enjoyed their breakfast together and then prepared to celebrate the late island rock god. Y/N wore a bright Caribbean blue dress and picked out a Hawaiian shirt for Bucky. It wasn’t his style in the slightest, but this wasn’t the day to protest. He would do anything she asked of him.

They walked hand in hand into the nearby tiki bar situated along the Chicago river. As Y/N expected, it was crowded for two on a Saturday. The place was filled with hawaiian shirts and bucket hats as parrot heads gathered to pour one out for Jimmy. Bucky navigated the bar to get them some drinks as Y/N secured a high top. She looked out onto the river, watching as tourists explored the city on such a beautiful day. Bucky returned and placed a chartreuse beverage in front of her. She smiled at him as they clinked the plastic cups together and took their first sips. Y/N downed close to half the margarita, despite the fake lime taste.

“Maybe I should’ve opted for the party bucket,” Bucky teased.

She shook her head, “Honestly, I don’t think I can drink more than one of these.”

“One honorary margarita for Jimmy, then we can switch to something more palatable.”

“Deal,” she agreed. They sipped the citrus concoction as fellow Buffett fans approached their table and shared some of their favorite memories. The Margaritaville radio continued to play, as fans sang along to their favorite tunes. Frozen margaritas and tropical drinks spilled over the plastic cups and patrons danced and swung their arms around each other. As beautiful as the tribute was, it all became a bit much for Y/N and Bucky spotted her discomfort immediately.

“You okay?” he asked, placing a hand over hers.

“Yeah, just a lot happening.”

“Let’s finish this round and go somewhere else,” he suggested.

With that, she chugged the remainder of her drink and Bucky followed her lead.

They left the tiki bar without a destination in mind. Until Bucky took her hand and led her toward the corner store. Once inside Bucky grabbed a six pack of Landshark while Y/N found a family size bag of lightly salted potato chips. As they met back up at the register, Bucky slid a bag of peanut M&M’s across the counter with the rest of their order. Y/N eyed him and he explained, “You’ll want those later.” She grinned at him, knowing he was right.

They took their bag of goods and Bucky collected her hand in his, leading the way.

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked once she realized they weren’t heading home.

“I have an idea,” Bucky stated, continuing his trek. Y/N knew better than to question him. When he set his mind to something, there was no sense in arguing. They continued walking, past the bars and restaurants, past the hordes of tourists, towards the water. And as they approached the shore of Lake Michigan, Y/N smiled. Bucky found a quiet spot for them to sit in the sand. The morning beach crowd was floundering as families packed up their camp to head back to the suburbs and the twenty-year-olds had passed out from overconsumption.

“This is perfect,” she smiled at him. He cracked open a beer and handed it to her. She took a long sip and looked out on the lake.

“I didn’t expect to feel this sad.”

“No?” Bucky asked, hoping she would continue.

“With my dad, at least I knew it was coming. He was sick for a while and we knew we didn’t have much time. But Buffett…I mean I thought I’d get to see him live again. I wanted to bring you! And now he’s just…gone.”

Bucky didn’t have words, and he knew she didn’t need them. Instead he ran his hand up and down her back.

“I just…he was one of the few connections I still had with my dad. And now he’s gone.” She started to tear up and Bucky pulled her in closer to him.

“Just because he’s gone doesn't mean your connection with your dad disappeared. Buffett’s legacy will live on through his music. All you have to do is put on one of his songs and it’ll bring you back to the simpler times you had with your dad. It’s sad that he’s gone now, but that won’t change the memories you have of your father.”

“You’re right, I know I’m being silly.”

“You aren’t being silly. Grief impacts us all differently. But the only thing we can do is move forward.”

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. She raised her beer bottle and leaned it in towards his.

“Here’s to Jimmy. I hope he’s up there eating that cheeseburger in paradise,” she smiled.

Bucky chuckled and clinked his bottle with hers. They sipped and Y/N started playing some of his music on her phone. The two of them sat drinking beers, sharing laughs, and looking out on the water.

Once the six pack was finished, Y/N turned toward Bucky and asked, “You want to do something crazy?”

“I don’t know, do I?” he replied with skepticism.

“Come on,” she stood up and ran towards the lake, shedding her dress as she ran. Bucky darted after her, stripping down to his boxers. Y/N ran into the lake first, squealing as the cold water caressed her legs. Bucky wasn’t far behind and scooped her into his arms, momentarily protecting her from the icy chill. He trudged further into the water as she clung to him. Once the water was up to Bucky’s waist he counted to three and dropped down, dunking both of them into the waves. They both emerged from the water with smiles on their faces. He tucked a piece of wet hair behind her ear and ran his thumb up and down her jaw. She stood on her tiptoes and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Then she took his hand and pulled him further into the water. They splashed and teased one another before Bucky pulled her close again and they floated in each other's arms.

“Thank you,” she finally said to him.

“For what?”

“For turning this day into one I will always remember with fondness.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #rip jimmy buffett #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Hey there, imagine an AU that has a fledgeling company a'la 23andMe who is trying to ione-up Abstergo in ancestry research because they are trying to monopolize stuff. And Desmond, during drunken lark at work, sends them his test. And see... They freak out because Desmond hits as only near human. And contact him. Wanting to meet and also cautioning him against doing other tests due to Abstergo owning a lot of them. Que conspiracy hatched by this company and Desmond going along

As much as I like the idea of making Abstergo's life miserable by turning Desmond into some kind of science-world celebrity, Abstergo would either buy the company out or some kind of scandal or 'accident' would probably happen even before they could go public with the preliminary results. Not to mention, scientific studies go through lots of reviews, including peer reviews (at least, those who are serious and wants to be taken seriously, not just out for... clout or something). Peer review is good... until you think that there's no way Abstergo doesn't have goons there too.

Soooo... have a little fic of how I think this would go?

I guess Derek Milton is now Desmond’s unofficial ‘fake name’ on my tumblr. I should have made it Miller instead. That would have been dumber.

Sidenote: My fics usually use either Delsin Mercer or Nathan Walker because I like references

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“Hey, Derek.” Ted bumped his shoulder against Desmond, making Desmond freeze briefly before turning to look at him. Ted leaned close as he whispered, “I think that girl’s checking you out.”

“I wouldn’t mind more tips.” Desmond jokingly said, turning his head to look at where Ted was staring. The girl with the tightest bun to have ever been conceived by human mind waved at Desmond with both of her hands before the older man next to her grabbed both of her hands and pushed them back to the table, whispering to her something they couldn’t hear from the bar. Desmond raised an eyebrow as he recognized the pair and replied, “Oh, it’s Doc and Lizzie.”

“You know them?” Ted asked curiously.

“They had a flyer up on my apartment’s bulletin board. They were looking for volunteers for their ancestry genetic company.” Desmond replied as he wiped the glass in his hand, “Paid me a couple of bucks to swab my mouth and poke my nose.”

“Well, they seem excited.” Ted noted before patting Desmond’s back, “Go. You still haven’t taken your break anyway. Might as well do it while everyone’s busy dancing.”

“I was planning on taking it when it gets really busy.” Desmond joked as he placed the glass and towel down.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll kill your ass!” Ted shouted as Desmond began to make his way towards the table of the two excited… Desmond wasn’t actually sure if they were just colleagues or maybe a father and daughter duo?

“You can try!” Desmond shouted back with a grin before turning to face the two as he reached their table. He continued to stand as he greeted, “Hey, Doc, Li-”

Both of them pulled Desmond to their table roughly and Desmond’s chin almost smacked the table. Desmond was sure they all looked super weird and stupid, their upper body bent so close to the table Desmond was sure his back was going to hate him tomorrow.

“Mister Milton! What do you know about your family?” Doc asked in a hurried whisper with wide eyes.

Desmond frowned as he replied, “Pretty much nothing. Never met anyone. Just me and my parents.”

Desmond ignored the flash of memory his mind conjured up, reminding him how he heard from his dad that the Templars had killed them before Desmond was born.

“Well…” Doc took out a rumpled folded paper and quickly unfolded it, placing it on the table as he explained, “This is your ancestral result. We had to check it ten times just to be sure. Even borrowed a friend’s equipment to check if maybe the one we have is faulty. But, if you look here, it says here that you have approximately 9%-”

“You have alien DNA!” Lizzie exclaimed in a loud whisper, making Doc hush her which she just ignored as she continued, “Oh my god, Derek! You’re an alien!”

Desmond stared at the both of them for a few seconds before nodding, “Oh. Cool.”

Seeing Desmond’s underreaction, Doc pointed at the paper repeatedly as he said, “No, no, no, we’re serious, Mister Milton. Look here. This is the DNA of an average human.”

Then he pointed at another part of the paper as he said, “And here is your DNA.”

It all just looked like numbers and words Desmond could barely read so he just hummed.

“We don’t think you’re an alien.” Doc stressed, giving a passing glare at his excited companion.

“Oh, that’s good.” Desmond nodded, although… considering he was using fake IDs and have no actual legal documents, the term ‘alien’ did sorta applied to him. Just not in a sci-fi kind of way.

“We think you’re a descendant of an alien race.” Doc announced and Desmond stared at him for a few seconds.

“Suuureee…” Desmond drawled, wondering if he should break into their lab and take all of the samples they took from Desmond.

“We’re serious, Derek!” Lizzie whispered loudly, “This is huge!”

“Huge? This is groundbreaking!” Doc looked at Desmond with such a joyful expression that Desmond felt bad for thinking that they were a couple of nutjobs, “Mister Milton, this will answer so many questions we have in both history and in genetics! Your genes are the key to-”

Desmond tuned him out, not because he didn’t want to hear more (he did, it sounded like a plot of one of those dumb low budget sci-fi movies he watches when he gets bored) but because his instinct took over, making him raise his eyes without being too obvious about it. His vision zeroed in on the three men that has just entered the bar, noticing that their eyes immediately went straight to the table Desmond was sitting on before quickly turning around as if they were just scanning the room. The three men walked in different directions and…

Desmond saw the outline of a gun strapped behind one of the men, hidden by his jacket and pants.

Desmond’s eyes scanned the entire bar, noticing two of the men had sat on separate tables.

Near the main entrance and the fire exit.

They’ve covered the two main exits…

The last man went to the bar and Desmond knew the moves that Ted was making.

The man had ordered a nonalcoholic drink.

“Doc.” Desmond whispered quietly, leaning closer as he asked, “Did you tell anyone about my DNA result?”

“No. Not yet.” Doc added, “I mean, we would need your approval to announce it, after all, since-”

“But did anybody else see it? Did anyone else checked it?” Desmond cut him off, keeping his eyes on Doc even as he noticed that the man was making his way towards them with his nonalcoholic drink in hand.

“Uuuhh…” Doc and Lizzie looked at each other before Lizzie replied to Desmond, “I mean, I guess Doc’s friend saw it too?”

“And where does your friend work?” Desmond pressed just as the man sat on the table next to them even though there were more empty tables nearer to the bar or the dancing floor.

“He works for Abstergo.”

Fuck.

“But he’s a nice man! Been helping me with getting this business up and running! Even checks my notes for me!” Doc exclaimed with a smile that only made Desmond feel bad.

His dad’s words began to whisper inside his head and he sighed as he said, “I think we need to go.”

“Yes! We should return to our labs and-”

“No.” Desmond grabbed the paper and pocketed it as he said, “Your lab’s probably been hit already. If you’re lucky, they just took all your stuff. If you’re not lucky… well, probably torched it or something.”

“What?” Both Doc and Lizzie looked at him with a confused expressions that reminded Desmond of puppies.

That had been the reason why he had agreed to volunteer his DNA in the first place. It was clear to Desmond that these two were nice people who may or may not yet realize that Doc’s supposed friend might have been using them.

And now they have Desmond’s DNA.

Desmond wanted to believe that Abstergo wasn’t out to get him but considering there were three armed men that just entered minutes after Doc and Lizzie came in?

Desmond wasn’t going to take the chance.

Not when he had just been free for the past five years.

“Just…” Desmond sighed.

It would be easy to give them the slip.

Just tell Doc and Lizzie that he needed to check something or he had to return to work. Slip into the employee’s room and get out through the window.

But he can’t do that.

Not when Doc and Lizzie were in this fucking mess because of him.

Desmond took out his phone and dialed the only number he had ever memorized. He placed it on his ear and waited.

The person on the other line picked up even before the second ring was finish.

But didn’t speak.

So Desmond just said, “Bar called Bad Weather, Brooklyn, New York. Three men. Main entrance. Fire exit. Table to my left.”

There was silence before he heard a voice he both wished and didn’t wish to hear ever again.

“Ten minutes. Keep the call.”

Desmond froze when he heard it.

“Remember your training.”

The voice didn’t say anything else but Desmond didn’t drop the call. Instead, he slipped the phone back to the back pocket of his pants as Lizzie asked, “Who did you call?”

Desmond’s face turned blank as he replied in a monotone voice, “My dad.”

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Okay, so I made Desmond younger, 21 years old to be exact, in this one because I think the main reason why Desmond got caught in canon is because he got sloppy. Nine years of peace made him think that he’s in the clear and can be a bit ‘adventurous’. But a younger Desmond would be more paranoid and still kinda dumb. That also means that this is a Desmond that has less experience being away from Bill soooo… yeah.

For those worried that this means Desmond would be taken in by the Assassins (and Bill) after they rescue them... My preliminary idea is that Desmond gets the Assassins to take Lizzie and Doc in while getting info to why his DNA flagged Abstergo. He learns about Altaïr and Ezio then gives the Assassin the slip. He can't go back to Bad Weather sooooo...

Guess Desmond just has to have an impromptu trip out of New York

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #yeah no other tags here #i like the idea that desmond ends up traveling out of states to run away from both abstergo and the assassins #or maybe he accidentally ends up in the grand temple as he run away #i don't know #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot

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redhairedgirl95 · 9 months

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Heyyy 💞 been re-reading em2 and i just wanted to know if you could write more headcanons about stella and her relashionship with her parents ( like her spending time with them , cute family bonding stuff , arguing, her fear and insecurities regarding them and like how she doesn't want to dissapoint them ) if you have inspiration of course ,no pressure. I have to say that you represented stella's complex relationship with her parents better than the writers did in the show . Exited to read the new chapter of all that glitters is not gold 💓

I am crying for your kindness <3

I'm so glad you like the fic so much that you are RE-READING it! It's crazy! I love you so much, anon! <3 <3 <3

Here's some headcanons of stuff Stella does/did with her parents.

I hope you like them <3

Dancing

It’s pretty obvious that Stella is clumsy. Really clumsy. So, when it becomes apparent that it’s not something she is going to overcome alone, at around five years of age, her mom contacts a dance instructor from Callisto to give her lessons twice a week. Stella doesn’t like it. Callistian music is enchanting, but a little too slow for her Solarian heart. She does all she can to get out of those lessons – she fakes temperatures (which is tricky, because Solarians’ body temperature is already a little higher than normal, due to their connection with the Sun and the heat in general), headaches, injuries of every sort … it's only when, sneaking into the ballroom during a party, when she was supposed to be already asleep, she sees her mom and dad dancing together, and smiling, that she decides to give dancing lessons a chance.

In the end, when she really starts trying, it doesn’t seem so bad. She learns to be more graceful, but unfortunately that applies only when she is dancing. And though Callistian music and dances are good, she prefers the Solarian ones. Especially the Dance of Happiness, her father had thought her that himself!

As she grows older, she has the honor of dancing both during Summer and Winter Solstice, joining the sun and moon dancers, respectively.

Sewing

Stella’s passion for fashion starts at an early age. Her first experiences with sewing regard altering her dolls’ clothes. When Luna enters her bedroom and finds little Stella in tears because she has pinched her finger with a needle, she sits down with her and decides she would teach her. She takes her to the Palace tailors and asks them to set up a workstation for her and the Princess.

Some of Stella’s most cherished memories of her childhood are of her and Luna bickering about color combinations and fabric. She and her mom DON’T have the same taste!

Power

Oh, she knows her parents are big shots, especially her dad. As a child, she always used to sneak into the throne room, sit her dolls on the floor and order them about from the throne. She loved playing Queen. Radius knows, of course. Everybody at court knows. When she is a little older, at nine or ten, the King allows her to sit by him during hearings and he starts teaching her what a King (or Queen) does and how they listen to their people. Those are maybe the only times when Stella manages to sit still and pay attention without falling asleep.

Birthdays

She know that her mom doesn’t like the Sun all that much, but Luna always makes an exception for Stella’s birthday. With Radius, they spend the day at the beach, building elaborate sandcastles, tanning (Radius and Stella), organizing fashion shows (Stella and Luna), and eating marshmallows. When the Suns go down, Luna moonbathes with her, while Radius tells them the story of the constellation of Stella’s choosing. For some reasons, those stories never leave her memory. She can name every star, constellation, and celestial body in Solaria and Callisto, and she is learning about the others.

Though the memories of those birthdays are carved in her heart, she knows those things have only happened two or three times. Her parents started growing apart when she was little, and though they always made an effort to make her birthday special, it wasn’t like before.

Singing

She doesn’t know many Callistian songs, but she knows hundreds in Solarian! Sacred and secular. Radius sings when he prays, and she sings too. It’s in the room of the Second Sun that she learns Old Solarian, when she sees her dad kneel and pray for strength, peace, and light. Always light. Light in the sky, light in his mind, light in their life.

Stella doesn’t sing in public, but she sings with Radius, from strong and meaningful songs to silly little ones. She’s sad when, getting older, she gets to do that less and less.

#giulia speaks #screaming into the void just because #giulia answers asks #stella headcanons #winx club #stella winx club #radius and luna #divorcedlovers #winx headcanons #headcanons #family #solaria #thank you for reading and reaching out <3

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Keith Howell - Chapter 12 - Summary

I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t trust me, and you shouldn’t either. This summary is not guaranteed to be accurate, it’s mostly written for myself to follow along with the route.

*Flashback Time*

Keith is startled to realize that he’s holding a sword, and even more startled to realize the man he’s talking to has a sword wound. He asks the man what happened, but instead of answering, the man, a noble, starts begging for forgiveness. The nobleman swears to atone for his misdeeds, as long as Keith spares his life.

It takes Keith a second to realize that he’s the one who hurt this man. He doesn’t understand how this happened, why he’s suddenly blacking out and hurting people.

*Flashback End*

It’s hard for Emma to wrap her head around what Alter!Keith is saying. Even in her most outlandish fantasy novels, she has never heard of two personalities in one body before. Keith’s words are impossible, should be impossible, but . . .

Alter!Keith tells Emma to not make that expression, or he’ll just want to bully her more. He tells her to focus on him and listen to him until the end of his explanation.

Emma suddenly flashes back to some of the peculiar interactions she’s had with Keith, including that time during Sonia’s party. When they had danced together, Keith had asked her to look only at him. She felt uncomfortable then, and it only recently occurred to her that the reason was that it wasn’t Keith who was speaking to her.

Alter!Keith asks if Emma has suspected him of having multiple personalities for a while. She admits that she’s noticed that he sometimes acts so cold and cruel, like a different person. It’s only recently that she’s concluded that this other personality exists, presumably the person in front of her.

Still pinned down to the bed, Emma scrutinizes Alter!Keith’s face. His eyes relax a little, and his smile deepens. It appears that Alter!Keith liked her answer.

Alter!Keith admits that she is right, he is another personality. He also has a name too . . . . which is Keith, just like the other personality. Though, Alter!Keith has had that name since the minute he was born.

People never reacted well to the possibility of Keith having a second personality, and always rejected him. But Emma seems to have accepted Alter!Keith’s existence rather easily. He grasps Emma’s chin and suddenly leans over her. His kiss was so light that she could hear it better than she could feel it, somewhere around her cheek.

Emma shoves Alter!Keith back, demanding to know what the hell he thought he was doing. She scrambles back until she hits the headboard of the bed. Alter!Keith laughs and says that he was simply rewarding her for recognizing that he’s different that the Keith she was talking to earlier that day.

Reaching out, Alter!Keith grabs Emma’s ankle and drags her back towards him, praising her for reacting so cutely to him. If she’s not careful, he’s going to want to bully her even more. Emma demands that he let her go, as Alter!Keith raises the ankle in his hand. She can feel his breath tickling her foot and threatens to kick him if he doesn’t let go.

Alter!Keith assures her that as long as it’s her, he doesn’t really mind. Though, if was him Emma threatened to kick him, he’d be as depressed as a withered flower. Good thing he doesn’t have any memories of what happens when Alter!Keith is in control.

Emma suddenly remembers that time when she was talking to Keith about a book, they both enjoyed, how he had panicked when she told them that they had talked about it earlier. And then when he had been convinced, he had done something to her in the alley he had taken down the thieves in. Also, there had been that really weird time when they had woken up in bed together, and Keith had acted like he hadn’t quite remembered why he had climbed into her bed in the first place.

It suddenly made a lot of sense, in the context that Keith had no idea what they had been up to just prior to those events.

Emma recalls Keith’s apology from the balcony, and before she knows it, she is shaking off Alter!Keith’s grip on her foot. Alter!Keith compliments how cute her angry face is as well.

Emma has figured out that Alter!Keith is the one who drugged her and asks why he did that.

They needed to get information out of Emma quickly and efficiently. They wanted to find out who she was, and why she was pretending to be a noble lady.

Emma recalls their first meeting during the Goodwill Party, when Gilbert had made a grand entrance with her, and then made her dance with him. She had felt not only the gazes of the Rhodolite Princes but those of the foreign princes as well during that time. It would have been weird if they weren’t suspicious of her.

Keith and Alter!Keith doubted that she was related to the rumors they were investigating based off her behavior but they had to investigate further. Finding out that she was Belle only confirmed that she was unrelated to their investigation.

Emma points out that if she’s Belle, then that would mean that the King of Rhodolite is dead, which is a serious international matter. Is Alter!Keith really saying that Jade doesn’t plan on using the information?

Alter!Keith asks if she thinks that’s true. He explains their neighbor is a military superpower, but they are able to remain neutral and uninvaded. The map beyond the four nations that Emma is familiar with is quite large. Since Jade is an agricultural country with exports in food and medicine, they have the backing of several other countries who will rally against an aggressor towards them.

But Alter!Keith doubts that it will remain that way forever. So far, Prince Gilbert is not prioritizing Jade, focusing on other countries. However, even without Obsidian, there are other rotten countries eyeing Jade who will one day attack them.

And now he has the delicious tidbit about Rhodolite’s vulnerable position in his lap. It would be stupid not to exploit it.

The breeze coming in from the window sets the candlelight flickering, making Alter!Keith’s face unreadable, though Emma thought he might have looked impatient.

She thinks about Keith, and how he revealed to her that she had been drugged and her secret leaked. Was it out of a sense of guilt that he had revealed everything to her? She knows that if she hadn’t brought him out on the balcony earlier that night to stargaze, he would have kept that secret within him.

It occurs to Emma that she is also partially to blame for this situation. If she hadn’t accepted that drink Keith had handed to her that night, none of this would have happened. When she mentions this, Alter!Keith makes a disbelieving noise. Then he starts laughing.

He tells Emma that there’s a limit to how good-natured one person could be. Alter!Keith had simply used the trust built up between Emma and Keith to give her the drug, so she shouldn’t bother blaming herself. All those tea parties, all those times Keith prescribed her medicine, and everything else laid the groundwork for Alter!Keith to drug her that night. It’s just unlucky for her that Alter!Keith had been investigating her.

Speaking of, the original purpose for being in contact with Emma has been solved and no longer exists. However, Alter!Keith is now interested in her.

Doesn’t Emma agree that it’s unfair that she’s spent all this time getting to know only him? Emma doesn’t think so.

Alter!Keith reaches out and grabs Emma’s face and moves her head up and down in a facsimile of a nod. He is happy to see that she agrees with him. The only way to fix this is for them to go on a date.

With all of her might, Emma removes the hand from her face. She doesn’t want to go on a date with a person who just drugged her a few days ago. Besides that, he hurt both her and Keith, and she doesn’t want this relationship to confuse things even more between them. Alter!Keith points out that he’s also Keith, but Emma disagrees.

Alter!Keith tells her that this is him being nice, it’s very easy for him to turn it into a threat. If Emma doesn’t go on a date with him, he’ll expose her status as Belle. She may think that he has no evidence, but if he announces it to the court and they don’t suddenly produce an alive King of Rhodolite to refute him, it will be evidence enough. He reminds her that while Keith doesn’t intend to use her stats as Belle against her, Alter!Keith has made no promises.

Emma certainly only has one choice now. And, looking at the bright side, this is an opportunity for her to get to know this new personality of Keith’s. If he has two personalities, then a true friend would get to know both of them.

Emma agrees on the date, she wants to get to know Alter!Keith.

Something flickers in Alter!Keith’s expression. Emma is caught by surprise at his smile, and inadvertently smiles back.

To Emma’s surprise, Alter!Keith escorts her back to her room. He has even matched his long strides to her shorter ones so that they are moving at the same pace. Suddenly, she feels something shift in her hair and realizes that Alter!Keith has stolen her hairpin.

Emma asks what he’s doing with it, and Alter!Keith explains that he sees her wear it often when she’s with Keith. It’s the rose hairpin that Keith and Emma spent an evening searching for together.

Emma could ask Alter!Keith if he intends to wear it himself, but instead she tells him to give it back to her. Alter!Keith refuses, dangling the hairpin just out of Emma’s reach. Emma decides that if regular Keith is the nice one, this one is the mean Keith.

(Even violent split personalities deserve the chance to feel pretty)

Alter!Keith tells her that it’s her own fault for being so easy to be mean to. He promises to return the hairpin on the next day, during their date. It’s just insurance so that she doesn’t try to get out of it. Emma tells him to stop treating her like a hostage, she’s not going to run away from this.

Emma is bracing herself for later this evening. Even though she has ‘handled it’, there is no denying that the secret of her status as Belle has gotten out and she needs to report it to Sariel as soon as possible. As if reading her face, Alter!Keith tells her not to report tonight’s revelations to Sariel.

He will deny giving her medicine that made her spill the secret, and he will also deny having two personalities. Just think of how she will be treated if she says a distinguished guest has a split personality, it will get very bad for her. As he says this, Alter!Keith’s expression changes as if he’s remembering something unpleasant. He assures Emma that if she goes on the promised date with him, he won’t reveal anything.

Alter!Keith wishes Emma a good night and awkwardly pets her hair before leaving.

The minute Alter!Keith leaves, and all of Emma’s energy just seems to flow out from her. Her head hurts from all of the revelations from this evening. She remembers Gilbert’s words, days ago, when he started telling her about Keith’s secret loss, something more important to him than all of his life. Was that related to the split personalities?

After delivering Emma to her room, Alter!Keith returns to his quarters to find Liam waiting for him. He reports that Emma believed him without incident, she really is different from anyone he’s met before. Liam complains that he’s like a child, and Alter!Keith reminds him to be more respectful. With a murderous face, Liam replies very respectfully that Alter!Keith is like a child.

Alter!Keith smiles happily and notes that Emma does not want to get along with him. He never had these feelings directed at him from her. This emotion is for him alone, therefore it’s precious. Liam reminds Alter!Keith that this is hate. True, Alter!Keith would rather be liked, but hatred was the next best option. More than anything, he doesn’t want to be forgotten or ignored.

Yep, Liam maintains that Alter!Keith is still a child.

Alter!Keith tells him not to worry so much, he isn’t gone.

The next day.

Emma wonders what terrible choices she has made in life that led her to this moment, where the violent split personality of a foreign prince is hand-feeding her cake.

(So many horrible life choices)

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RL Simself-Story (18+)

⚠ CW: addiction, drugs, loss

I needed help, so I decided to see Elena. I didn’t really trust Elena because of that shady guy (her boyfriend), she worked for as a dancer in his club. Still, I’ve known Elena since I was a little girl. She was someone special to me during my childhood, just as I was to her.

Our past

Elena met me at her parents' apartment. This was the place, where she and her sister grew up. I knew this place well. We were neighbors and lived in the same house. It wasn’t until I turned 9 or 10, that my parents could afford a nicer, bigger home for us. So many memories came up when I entered Elena’s home 😕.....Elena’s parents were very nice people. They came to Germany when Elena wasn’t born yet. At that time, war was in the Balkans and during the war in the former Yugoslavia, many people came to Germany. Elena’s mom was pregnant with her, but she was not allowed to stay in Germany, just her dad. So she went back to Belgrade (Serbia), where she originally came from, like my mom’s family. Seven years later, Elena & her sister came back to Germany with their mom....One day Ana and I were playing outside. Elena heard, that my sister and I spoke in their mother tongue, so she approached us and since then, we’ve been inseparable. Later when I moved from there with my parents, we haven’t seen each other that often, but when I was16 and started going to that one fucking club, I met Elena again. And just before I met Nico, Elena met this guy who owned a club and started working for him. Since then, I no longer saw her. Actually, I never knew exactly WHY she started working in this club as a dancer?

Me: I never thought I’d come back to this place one day. I feel like when I was 8 years old. 😟

Elena: You were my marshmallow. 🤗

Me: My granma always brought us these marshmallow cookies from Italy. She knew how much you & I love them. I just got back from work and didn’t have time. But next time I bring you some.

Elena: Back then those cookies always cheered us up when we were sad, but today..... everything looks a bit different. Cookies alone are not enough.😕

Me: Sure, now that you’re with that weird guy who owns a club and hurts other people, cookies are probably not enough.🤨

Elena: You still think I knew about this shit that happened to David and your sister? I didn’t lie to you! 😩

Me: David recognized one of those guys! How can you protect someone like him? 🤷‍♀️

Elena: I DO NOT protect him and I abhor violence!! Besides, you’re here because you wanted my help. You don’t look good, marshmallow! 😟 Are you ok?

Me: You know what? I’m leaving, that was stupid of me to think you’d tell me the truth. And don’t call me Marshmallow! We’re not 8 anymore! 😒

Elena: Please don’t go! I don’t want us to lose sight of each other again. And you were right! I don’t want to be with him anymore, so I’m here in my parents' apartment. But...how can I help you?

Me: I’m not judging you for falling in love with him. But it doesn’t matter! I am so desperate, that I would even be willing to do the same as you. 😔Getting involved with the devil....I really need to help Daniel. I don’t have time to explain what’s going on with him. Just, he really sucks....He did something stupid, just so I didn’t hurt. We’re out of money, Idk how to get him this damn shit?😢We don’t get our pills back until Friday, but we can’t wait that long or hold out! We’ll both lose our jobs and we can’t pay the rent anymore. Besides, who knows if we really get our pills on Friday? An official doctor has to approve this first , so it will probably continue for us until Monday anyway. 😰

Elena told me she wanted to break up with her boyfriend, the club owner she’s dancing for. She found out he lied to her about a lot of things and wants to leave. She wanted to emigrate to Amsterdam, where her dad was currently with his family as well as her sister Tina. Her bf, knew nothing about all this. Elena was afraid he would take away all the money she made, so she pretended to be together. She wanted to wait another 2 weeks until she had enough money to finally leave him. At that point, he thought she was staying with her parents because her dad was sick, but her dad wasn’t even there. She just wanted to get away from this guy! Why Elena suddenly changed her mind about him, she also told me.

Me: You knew what kind of guy he was from the beginning, you can’t tell me you had no idea about all this, Elena.🤨

Elena: Yes, I knew he was dealing drugs, but there are also some other things that I recently learned about him. And you know, I was in a really bad state back then. He was there for me! He helped me and took care of me. I, wanted to work as a dancer for him, he was against it at first, but I wanted to earn my own money. I needed it for my...... mom.😔 😢

Me: Elena!😦....Why are you crying? It’s not so bad. I mean, as long as he hasn’t forced you, there’s nothing wrong with doing this job. But what about your mom? Where is she, anyway?

Elena: You know my mom was sick, and because she couldn’t pay her hospital bills, I started this job in the first place. But all this was in vain.😔 My mom died last year.😭

I couldn’t believe it! I was really shocked and needed a while to say anything. This nice, young woman who always smiled and took care of everyone so lovingly was gone, forever! That’s how I remembered Elena’s mom. Now I also understood why her dad and sister flew to Amsterdam. Elena didn’t know if her dad would come back one day, but she had a hard time leaving the apartment. Everything reminded her of her mom. She didn’t want to leave it all behind. She said every time she came home, in this apartment where she grew up, she felt like her mom was there. We both cried and said nothing for a while. Elena wasn’t really addicted to drugs when she met her boyfriend. It was when she started working in his club, that she suddenly had access to all the drugs. When her mom died, she numbed her pain and grief with all these drugs. And so she stayed with him, because thanks to him, she never had trouble getting drugs.

Elena gave me some of that damn drug I needed. It was not much she had, so after we both shared a line, we thought about how to continue....

Elena: As soon as I have enough money, I’ll be gone! I’ll leave everything to do with him behind. But I have to be careful, not to let him know about my escape plan.😟

Me: I think I know who can help you hide until you’re actually gone. You know Dominick? He also lost his family last year.

Elena: This tall, sad guy with the military jacket?

Me: Yea.

Elena: You think he would help me, if my fucking bf gets something from my escape plan?

Me: I am pretty sure! And I’m not gonna let you down anyway, if our plan goes wrong.

Elena: I know, marshmallow! But first we help you and Daniel! We have to change now and then, you and I go to the club. I’ll pretend to come to work and while you’re waiting for me, I’ll get the drugs for you. I’m just gonna say you’re my old friend, which is true. But if anyone asks questions.....Let’s say I teach you how to dance! You’re supposed to be interested in this job. 🤷‍♀️

Me: Deal! I’ll just go to the club with you every time I need something and pretend I want to be a dancer.

Elena: As long as we let him and the guys who work there believe this, you can move freely there and take what you want. But still, we have to try to avoid him! He owns a second club, so he’s very busy rn. You know, thats good for us! ☝😏 ...But you don’t have to be afraid, he won’t hurt you! No one there! 🙂

Me: Yeah....Agh, let’s just do it! 🤷‍♀️

And so this short but pretty crazy journey began for me as a fake dancer. And well, unfortunately it won’t be as easy as Elena and I imagined.

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Thirteen Era Rewatch: Spyfall Pt2

I'm re-watching Thirteen's era in lead up to the Centenary and since this is likely going to be my last full re-watch for a while I thought I'd do a post on each ep where I just go over all the things I love, hate or just have some general thoughts on.

The way both 13 and Yaz’s way of not freaking out in the Kasaavin dimension is to talk to themselves and like, take their roles, Yaz as a police officer and 13 as the leader among the fam

This whole plane crashing scene is great but Graham is my absolute fave

The Master being so sure that the Doctor and the fam wouldn’t survive when his plans against the Doctor historically fail almost every time…

That’s what the Doctor would do !!

I love the kneel scene. Love how 13 clearly thinks it’s ridiculous, love how the Master reacts to her saying his name, love how he ends up getting down on her level anyway, love how it ends with 13 winning

Thirteen just not really knowing how to react meanwhile Ada is like ugh this guy

Love this scene tbh. Some banter, getting to see how being with the Doctor has changed how they think, them questioning how much they know her.

That scene does make me wish they included moments in S11 where they were trying to get info out of 13 and she fobbed them off bc it feels like they’re saying they’ve done that but we haven’t actually seen them do it. Not the end of the world but meh

Also Yaz being depressed as fuck about the Doctor being gone. You’ve got a big storm coming love

What’s the point in Barton’s mum. I feel like they made him weirdly cruel idk. Barton doesn’t really do much for me tbh

When I first saw this scene in a trailer, for so long I thought they were in a wall, not in the floor

This versus Twelve literally wanting to die at the end of his era. She’s come a long way.. and it’s all gonna get shattered by the end of this ep but it’s FINE

I’ve always loved this parallel

Outside of the fact That scene is ridiculous, 13 being like ‘Masquerading as a German solider is low even for him” but then going on to do that perception filter thing is like…. Yeah and That is low for you lmao. I also don’t even think it’s that low for him tbh. Like he’s not human and probably couldn’t give a flying fuck about our wars and politics, so why would he care about being a German solider for a day if it meant his plan would work.

Graham and his dancing laser shoes have never been my fave but I kinda like it now idk. It’s dumb but it’s kinda funny

Love the contact stuff it’s so cool. Shoutout to Chib for being into Classic fr

I feel like Chib chooses his words so specifically sometimes like jfc

They’re actually insane I love them

Making them think he was a doubtless agent was enough. There was no need to mess with the perception filter. Like even if he was white and the perception filter was gonna show his real white face, it’s still just a pointless thing to do. Which makes me think they put it in there specifically bc the Master isn’t white. Bc what would be the reason to do it otherwise. I assume he wouldn’t even have been wearing a filter if he was white. It’s just a bad look all round. The fact he isn’t white and they’d now be punishing him not only for being a double agent but for his skin colour is fucked. The writers really didn’t think that through in any way literally at all. In my mind, 13 did that just so they would see his real face and not a fake version of him but it’s like.. there’s no way she wouldn’t know that the colour of his skin would get him punished more. I like to just pretend it didn’t happen bc literally why tf. It’s so OOC

The connotations of this are uh, not good. Like I dread to think what kind of places he had to escape from after what 13 pulled. But in my mind it didn’t happen so it’s fine. Also I can’t wait for all the stories we get about the other stuff that happened during those 77yrs

I don’t have a problem with the memory wiping. I think it makes sense for Ada bc she’s at like, the beginning of her life before she makes big discoveries or whatever she does lmao. I guess she coulda left Noor but I don’t really care that she wipes her memory too. It doesn’t feel like the big moral bending issue that people make it out to be. It was justified imo.

Love how they ask to know who she really is and she just goes to the script she’s been saying for over a thousand years at this point like you know that’s not Really what they meant Doctor come on

Also that’s the last time we’re gonna hear them say that probably. Or if the Doctor does say that again, about being from Gallifrey or whatever, I’m hoping/expecting it to be said in a different way where it’s like we can feel them thinking of the TC

Like Pt1, this ep slaps, minus That moment. I think the only thing I don’t really care about is Barton but he plays his part I guess. I love that so much of this ep was just the Doctor and Master’s 10/10 dynamic. And the fam were great too.

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Since it’s been a hot topic again, I just want to share my two cents about the Atomix dinner and JK’s response to Hobi on Instagram, if that’s okay!

I know people fight tooth and nail to deny that it was just JK and Tae, but the idea that it was just the two of them is not ridiculously farfetched as some claim it to be. They definitely could have eaten dinner twice in the same day,(one of the arguments I’ve seen is that BTS had already gone to dinner as a group), especially knowing how late they stay up and how much they love to eat. I don’t necessarily believe that they booked it a month in advance, because ya know, the boys have enough money to persuade a restaurant owner to open up for a private dinner. I’m not fully convinced either way.

In regards to JK’s response to Hobi’s comment(since I’ve seen jkks insinuate that JK mentioning JM in his comment is somehow an insult to Tae, especially if it was supposed to be a private dinner). I’ve finally completed watching Memories 2021, and his response actually makes a lot of sense. JM made a mistake during his portion of the speech they gave that day and said “I’m sorry” and the members spent a lot of time teasing him throughout the day. You know how relentless they are with their inside jokes and teasing(ie, them constantly teasing Tae about messing up his ending ment on that one show, or them still doing JM’s dance move in Save Me, etc) It was a running joke that day and in fact, it was even their ending ment for the BB/video segment. So it seems like an easy time reference for JK to mention without outright saying “we went this day”.

Sorry I’m getting to this kind of late, anon, I’ve had a lot to do this weekend!

I know the “anniversary” of this “date night” has gotten people talking about this again, which is pretty interesting to me, that people are so worked up over it.

My personal opinion is similar to yours (and thank you for sharing, by the way!). Obviously we can’t know for sure until and unless we get an actual confirmation one way or the other, but I think it’s likely that this was a Taekook-specific thing. I’d say I’m at maybe 60-40, it was Taekook only. There’s still a good chance it was the whole group, but it seems slightly more likely to me that it was just Taekook, because I feel like there’s a little more evidence (though a lot of it is circumstantial and subject to interpretation) to suggest that.

The reasons to think it was probably a group dinner seem to be that presumably there was a group dinner that day (and I’m not saying that this isn’t true, but I also don’t know where that information came from?), and that it would make sense for the group to all be together, as well as the caption on the IG post from the owner of the restaurant that said, if I’m remembering right, “BTS in the house.”

The only one of those that’s any kind of actual evidence in the strictest form of the word is the last one, and people can and do refer to BTS the group even when the whole group wasn’t actually involved, so that doesn’t necessarily have to mean that the whole group was there.

The evidence to suggest that it was just Taekook is that in the same post from the owner, they tagged “taekook” specifically, the only photos shared were the two of TK that Jungkook shared himself, we didn’t see or hear anything about the dinner from HYBE, and we haven’t seen or heard anything about it from any of the other members.

The fact that Hobi asked when the photo was taken (from what I understand and what I remember) suggests that he knows where it was taken, and the fact that Jungkook answered with the day rather than the time (in other words, he said that it happened on a specific day that Hobi would recognize, rather than saying like, “after dinner,” or something like that) suggests that Hobi wasn’t at that restaurant with them on that day.

For all of those reasons, with what we currently know about it, it seems a little more likely that it was just Taekook there for dinner, whether that would mean that there was no group dinner, or they went to the restaurant alone after their official schedules were completed for the day.

I don’t know where the idea that they might have booked the place months in advance comes from. From what I understand, this took place on a day when the restaurant would normally have been closed. That would mean it would have been plenty easy for a representative to reach out to the owner and ask for special permission to have a private dinner there.

Honestly though I don’t know why people are so desperate to insist that this couldn’t possibly have been a dinner between Taekook alone. The photos do look pretty boyfriend-y, but it’s not like people don’t go out to eat with their friends, right? Though I suppose it’s hard to claim two people are “distant and awkward” if they’re peeing right next to each other (which seems to have happened whether they were eating alone or not).

#ask #taekook

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lgcsori · 2 years

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q3, want to know about sori’s phone?

what are the top 5 most used apps on your phone? she snatches her phone up from her pocket, a swift emotion and she’s in on settings then screen time. “i don’t know actually, but let’s see which apps i use most”, she has no idea. “i don’t use my phone that much, never has done, i have a lot of studying to do, and it’s not allowed during trainee time”, she lifts her eyebrows still when she sees the results, being surprised even though it’s her phone. “on a fifth place we have, drumroll! pocket love? it’s a game, kind of, there’s not much game over it i suppose. you’re just this character having moved into a new house (with your girlfriend, she leaves that out though), and now you’re cleaning, buying clothes and decorating the house, pretty simple. on a fourth we got, procreate pocket, cheap version of a drawing app, i don’t have a lot of time to draw, but apparently it’s made it to my top four, don’t know how. on a third we got twitter, which i definitely think we shouldn’t tell legacy, i just use it to look at bae nathan, and updates about the rest of the world. second we got tik tok! which i use when i can’t sleep, that’s surprisingly often i guess. i don’t know how this happened but uuuh… my most used app is the weather app, it is important to know the weather i suppose”.

what is the most random note in the notes app? “i use the notes app pretty randomly, and a lot of the time just don’t check it. i use it to write down stuff i have to remember, which i usually don’t even need the notes app to help me remember, i have a good memory, remember most stuff. but… let’s see” she scrolls through her notes, then finding one which is the obvious answer, her cheeks blushing immediately though. “i’m not completely sure why… but at the same time i know why… i have a note of ‘things to say when you meet bae nathan’, which has a lot of potentials things i can say when i meet him, and then things i need to say, and things i shouldn’t say”.

what was the last call message or call you’ve received and who from? “wished it was from bae nathan” she chuckles. “people don’t text me a lot, and i ignore people when they call me, so most people know not to call me, the only people who actually call me are my parents, and perhaps jaekyung too. but generally speaking, my phone doesn’t get a lot of notifs, and i don’t really use it to get in contact with people, but let’s see… oh… surprise! a group message, just some people from my school, we’re in a group project and trying to coordinate who does what, if we should meet up or not, it’s not really anything exciting, never is”.

what were the last 5 songs you’ve listened to? “i don’t listen to music a lot, only when i dance. it’s a distraction when i study, and i don’t really have the time for it, studying and training fills up a big part of my life. but i suppose we can still look. we got kick it by type zero, then we have make a wish by type zero, and the three others are just three songs by hiroko yakushimaru, the song titles are in japanese though. generally speaking, i really just listen to those two artist, they’re my favorite, and i’m sure there’s lots of other artists i would like, but i have those two, and don’t really feel like i need more. besides that, i don’t have the time to find more artists, and i don’t even listen to music in my free time that often”.

what were the 5 most recent online searches? “based on my other answers, i think there’s one search there’s easy to guess” she looks at her phone not surprised at all “yup! we got bae nathan as one of them. i don’t know, i’m just a big fan of him, he brings a little joy into my life, and he’s a big inspiration to me, i’m a big fan of him i suppose… besides that we got ‘type zero kick it lyrics’ i probably do know all of the lyrics in my head already, probably just wanted to make sure i did, i don’t know. then we have ‘can you run from a tsunami’ which is a terrible question, because i literally know the answer, it’s quite obvious, but my friend in school borrowed my phone, not sure why they didn’t just ask me it. then we have ‘cha hyoseop’... quite embarrassed about that one, and definitely don’t want to talk about it. and lastly we have ‘future dreams season five’ which i also would prefer not talking about.

#lgcsori #today you got... HEADCANON #lgc:cupdate004 #( this literally just being her being a big fan of nathan...)

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11, 29, 52, 56, 92, 93, 112, 132, 141, 177, 182 (ik it’s a lot but you said you were bored sooo)

11- Have you ever dyed your hair?

Once, when I was 15 (and trying to exert some control over my life shortly after my gender crisis), I dyed a couple of purple streaks in my hair. My dad was livid. I looked pretty cool, though. Maybe I'll do it again someday!

29- What would you say is your best quality?

I'm good with people. I'm outgoing, and I'm good at reading others and figuring out the perfect things to say to make them happy or make them like me. It's taking off the mask that's the difficult part...

52- Ever broken any bones?

Several! I was always an active child, and some would say "reckless." And even when I was older, there was a time a few years ago when I fell from my horse and hurt my toe. Thankfully, I haven't broken anything since then.

56- What are three things most people don’t know about you?

There are so many things that most people don't know about me. Even basic tenets of my personality: I'm spiteful, I'm quite calculating, and I have an absolutely filthy mind.

92- Say 7 facts about your childhood:

I have a confusing family tree. Aside from my father and stepmother, I grew up with my half-sister and then my stepmother's nephew who was taken in by her and my dad when I was little. To say nothing of the fact that my maternal aunt and my dad have always hated each other, or the fact that they're second cousins...

I said it before, but I was a very active child. I would run around outside a lot, getting into scrapes and mischief. It drove my dad up the wall. Which was kind of the point, sometimes. After all...

My dad was fairly neglectful, emotionally. I was always taken care of, but it was by tutors and nannies and au pairs, not by my dad himself. I had a lot of things, but it was lonely.

Not completely lonely, though, because alongside those other people, I also had Alesdair when I was little! Since his dad worked for my dad, we got to be friends for several years as children (until his dad died and he moved away when I was 8). He was always patient and kind to me, and he was my first true friend.

My second true friend, of course, was Leon when he came along. I was loud and a little too bossy, but somehow we were thicker than thieves for the first several years together. We drifted apart, eventually--and to this day, I'm not entirely sure why--but I'll always treasure those early memories.

Leon moved out to start college when he was only 14, and ever since then, my sister would go to live with him during winter where the cold wasn't as severe. So ever since I was 15, the house got so much lonelier and more oppressive.

Even so, I was spoiled rotten, and I did many activities during my childhood. I've learned fencing, ballroom dancing, chess, and horseback riding. My tutors tried to teach me French and Korean, too (since my dad's company deals with France a lot, and also my dad is half-Korean) but I am positively hopeless with languages.

93- The best and the worst childhood memories:

The best: I can't settle on one. Just one of those idyllic summer days, playing with Alesdair and Leon and baby Gemma outside, before everything went to shit.

The worst: When Leon moved out. He'd been distant from me for years before that, but that was when it really sank in that it would stay that way. (Or so I thought--we've started becoming close again lately~)

112- Who was your first kiss with?

I haven't had my first kiss yet. I refuse to count when that creep planted one on me without consent. That was an attack, and it was about power. It wasn't a real kiss. My real first kiss, when it happens, will be ultra-romantic.

132- Do you think someone has feelings for you?

Yes and no. Since I'm lowkey a public figure (or at least, I was), people have definitely had shallow attractions toward me for my looks. But as far as people who actually know me? And those people having feelings for me? Don't make me laugh. Nobody who knows the actual me could possibly have real feelings for me.

141- Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

Leon and Gemma, full stop. Though I suspect that's not the kind of answer this question was looking for~

177- Do you like to dance?

Yes! Like I said, I took ballroom dance lessons as a kid, and I really enjoyed them. Leon took them along with me, which always made it fun. He was quite clumsy--and I don't think our teacher or Dad was happy that I insisted on leading--but I had a blast. I still enjoy dancing, even though I haven't had many opportunities for formal dancing since I was kicked out.

182- Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play:

Sure thing! Enjoy my chaotic music taste:

Ignorance--Paramore

2. Rät--LittleJayneyCakes

3. The Village--Wrabel

4. Dream Boy--Jack Jupiter

5. Grace Kelly--Mika

6. You Need to Calm Down--Taylor Swift

7. Portrait of a Girl--Bare: A Pop Opera

8. Better Luck Next Time--We Are the In Crowd

9. Lilith--Halsey

10. Just Like You--Three Days Grace

Thanks again xoxo~

#faelin answers #words fael #father tag #leon tag #gemma tag #alesdair tag

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iamjustgoingtorantthewholetime · 2 years

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IM going to die a lone

im going to die alone’

im going to die alone

I’m Going to Die Alone

Im going to die Alone

I’m going to die alone,

Im going to Die a lone’

Im going to die a lone

I am going to die alone

I am dying alone

It will happen, and I will be alone

I am going to die alone, and don’t try to tell me I’m not, because it’s a lie, and you don’t know.

Some days i’m okay with it. I’ve accepted it. I will live until about 55, then lose my mind to horrible debilitating early onset dementia for 10 years, and my poor mother will have to watch, but at least I won’t have a Husband or kids who have to suffer the way my poor poor mother has. I can live with that, because at lease it won’t drag on.

Other days it kills me. I’ll live until im 90, alone in a house I bought with my own money, surrounded by trinkets and hobbies. Memories of a life lived for so so long, with people constantly drifting out of my life, and I will have felt lonely during all of it. No happy memories of vacations with my husband, no children to bounce on my knee, just me and what remains of my siblings.

Some days it might seem nice, the freedom. Not having to answer to someone everytime i leave the house. eating what I want to eat every night. Saving my money to go on trips, or writing stupid little stories I can’t be embarrassed about it no one knows they exist.

People always try to tell me that I’ll find someone.

I tell them, ‘I might not.’ I try to explain that I have accepted the fate, the revelation given to me by god, that I won’t find a family in this life. I have hope for another life, but not this one.

except sometimes i do. have hope I mean. those are the days it hurts. Because i know you don’t need to find a significate other to feel whole, i know that having children isn’t the only way to live, but I want it. I want it so bad. So when I have hope, and have to wonder what is wrong with me it hurts twice as much.

because if it were written in the grand scheme of things then why have I never been asked on a date? Why am I approaching 30 without so much as a kiss on the cheek on the roster? Why is it that I don’t even have friends?

People tell me, ‘oh, don’t worry. Im going to change all that.’ like i haven’t been told that before. that dozens of people have told me they will be the force for change. like they will just walk me into a room of people and magically my soulmate will appear.

I wish they would stop trying to give me hope. I really do.

I know to them I don’t seem like the kind of person who’s undateable, but they don’t see. They don’t see the way I clam up when I talk to new people, because the reason we know each other is because I masked my own personality so much they think that’s who I am. So they don’t see that I have no Idea how to talk to a potential romantic partner because I have nothing to say. we have been forced together for hours and I have had to talk to them, I’ve had to come up with something. when you’re trying to find a date when you are surrounded by prettier, skinnier, more charismatic girls in a highly shallow society, you don’t get that luxury of time.

being told you’re so pretty, your so funny, I would date you if I were... ect. doesn’t help, it doesn’t feel good, because if it were true I wouldn’t be asked to a party once, and then never again, I wouldn’t have told dozens of people to come to a dinner party I hosted only for none of them to show up, I wouldn't have had to sit there while my friend went through a list of people he hadn’t asked to a dance, and getting to someone he hadn’t ever talked to and deciding that was a better option then me, his friend. I wouldn’t have been told there was no room in the car to go on a trip only to find out later there was, I wouldn't be absolutely terrified of online dating, because what if the creeps don’t even want me?

I am going to Die Alone

maybe same day, I’ll even believe it.

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noteguk · 3 years

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?��

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

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Bucky Barnes Fic

One-Shots

Louisiana Confessions - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; You and Bucky have always had feelings for each other, but neither of you have admitted to them. After everything that went down in NY with the Flag Smashers, Bucky decides to come clean about how he feels.

I Had It Under Control - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After almost dying during a fight against the Flag Smashers, you wake up to an angry Bucky.

Belong to You - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When you are tasked with flirting with other men at Sharon’s party to get information about the Flag Smashers location, Bucky gets jealous and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Hold the Door - Bucky Barnes x Reader; You’ve never met your new neighbor, not until an incident happens involving the apartments elevator.

A Pleasant Surprise - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; You’ve never understood why Bucky hates you, but that all changes when you’re both forced to fight alongside each other.

His Forever Fan - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; While getting ready for your wedding, you take a minute to think about the moment you and Bucky first met.

Walking on Dangerous Territory - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.

Should’ve Listened The First Time (Part 2 to “Walking on Dangerous Territory”) - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Since Walker didn’t listen the first time, you take matters into your own hands and Bucky likes it.

Requests

Why’d You Just Leave? - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When Bucky leaves without saying a word, you decide to find out what’s going on.

I’ve Got This One - Bucky Barnes x Stark! mutant daughter; When you and Bucky find yourselves in an uneven fight, you use your demon magic to get you both out safe.

The Couch That Brought Us Together - Bucky Barnes x Reader; After helping you carry your new couch to your room, Bucky asks you an important question.

Sick Day - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky convinces you to stay home and cuddle with him all day.

I Should’ve Been There - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After coming back from a mission injured, Bucky freaks out and decides to confess his feelings.

Not Leaving Without You - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When caught in a near death situation with Sam, Bucky realizes he needs to be honest with you.

I’d Back Off If I Were You - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky gets jealous when he has to watch Sam be your pretend boyfriend all night.

A Sudden Realization - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When you don’t show up at Zemo’s after fighting off the bounty hunters, Bucky grows worried and realizes something.

The Most Important Thing - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky will always sacrifice himself over you. That will never change, even when Hydra captures the both of you.

Last Stop On The List - Platonic! Dad! Bucky x Platonic! fem! Teenager! Reader; Bucky becomes your foster parent after you’re in foster care for nine years. How will you react when he finally tells you what happened to your parents?

Now You Know Everything - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Bucky learns more about your past when you get intimate together.

Heated Affair - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Since the AC is out at the compound, you and Bucky decide to take a trip to the lake.

Sneak Peek - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; The Avengers play strip poker and Bucky has something to say after you see him naked.

Reunited Once Again - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; When Bucky doesn't come back from the war, you consider him to be dead. What happens when you find him again, but as the Winter Soldier?

Crossover Connection - Bucky Barnes x Banshee! Reader; Being a Banshee from Beacon Hills, you predict everything that happens with Thanos, before it happens. The next step is to go to the Avenger's compound and convince them to believe you.

Fogged Windows - 40′s Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; You and Bucky spend some alone time together in a car, while on a ship heading towards war.

Always By Your Side - Bucky Barnes x Doctor! Reader; When the Avengers come back from a mission with some of them badly injured, Bucky notices how distressed you get and questions you about it.

The Last Time - Doctor! Bucky Barnes x Reader; Another trip to the ER to see Bucky leads to him asking you to move in.

When All Falls Apart - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Another couple’s therapy session ends in a bust, causing you to think your relationship with Bucky is ending.

Divine Timing - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky comes to find you after you write him a letter that thanks him for saving your life.

Moving On - Platonic! Bucky, Sam, and Steve x Reader; After tragedy strikes, you move in with your three best friends.

New Addition to The Family - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Feelings are revealed and it’s all thanks to a cat that you and Bucky found in the street.

An Unforgettable Love - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky was never snapped away by Thanos. Instead, he ended up going back in time with Steve and Tony and seeing you, the love of his life that he lost after being drafted in the war.

Restaurant Ruins - Bucky Barnes x Reader; A day of helping your friend at her restaurant turns into a nightmare. Good thing Bucky’s there to save you.

Stakeout Company - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When on a stake out with Bucky, you’re surprised he cares enough to notice you aren't feeling well.

Another Door Opens - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; After your boyfriend breaks up with you, Bucky steps in the picture. They always say, when one door closes, another one opens...

Time to Talk (Part 2 to “Stakeout Company”) - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After the stakeout, you and Bucky start to act like a couple. Ironically enough, you haven’t even talked about what happened between the two of you yet.

Double-Sided - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After harsh words are spoken between the two of you, you and Bucky aren’t speaking to each other. That changes when Bucky thinks he’s lost you during a mission.

Wrong Time, Right Place - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When you’re stuck in a coffee shop during an alien attack, Bucky is there to help you with your anxiety.

That One Question - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky decides to pop the question while the two of you are dancing at Sam’s party.

Maybe Forever Isn’t Meant For Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky loses you when you get caught in an attack.

The Remnants of Us - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After learning that Bucky murdered Tony’s parents, you’re not quite sure what to do, especially since Tony’s like a father to you and Bucky is the love of your life.

These Moments of Ours - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Bucky learns some good news when he rescues you from an alien attack.

Just A Friend - Beefy! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky gets jealous of your friendship with Sam.

May Our Memories Never Fade - Bucky Barnes x Reader; You and Bucky run into each other a few months after breaking up.

Those Coney Island Days - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky takes you on a date to Coney Island.

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Stories That Are Told

Pairing: Tarrant “Hatter” Hightopp x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n)’s so used to being the background character in everyone’s story that she forget she can be the main character in her own.

Warnings: Slight angst but majority fluff!

A/N: I love this man with my whole being omg pls

Stumbling into Wonderland with Alice had been a wonderful thing for not only Alice, but (Y/n) as well. For Alice it was an escape from all the things she didn’t wanna do and would never wanna do. She wasn’t forced to marry some sod of a guy who’d make her miserable for the rest of her life or to be the proper lady she was expected to be, but instead she got a taste of freedom. And although it was an escape for (Y/n) as well, it was an escape of a different kind.

In the other world, with it’s dreary skies and monotonous patterns and cycles, (Y/n) lived a very humdrum life. Her family had never been as fortunate as Alice in any ways of the sorts, it was a miracle that they were friends to begin with. Alice’s father had been friends with (Y/n)’s since boyhood and because of that, he always made sure they knew they were welcome to anything of his that they wished. And while (Y/n)’s father had never taken advantage of that from the way Alice’s mother treated (Y/n) and her family, it wouldn’t be hard to think otherwise.

When Charles was still around, she hadn’t done anything out of line. The older woman always kept to herself, occasionally having an afternoon cup of tea with her own mom. However, her true colors and feelings came to light after the passing of her husband. During the next few months after her husband’s absence, the (L/n)s were there for Kingsleighs. Although they didn’t have the funds to help them monetarily (for they also didn’t need it), they offered their labor and services to the two as much as they needed. Farm work, house cleaning, garden maintenance. Anything you could think they had done. But as soon as Helen was well (as well as you could be after losing someone so dear) , she had forbid them from coming to their property. She didn’t believe her and Alice should associate with people of “such low stature” because it didn’t “align with their image”. But that had never stopped Alice.

Anywhere Alice went, (Y/n) was always there by her side right along with her. They practically went everywhere together and that hadn’t changed since they arrived in Wonderland. (Y/n) was grateful that she had chased after her friend. It was like she knew something would happen. Afterall, crazy things always happen when you put two curious girls together for more than a moment. The friends they had made since they arrived were nothing short of lovely. She knew her sister would describe them as odd characters and disturbing individuals. Telling her to stay far away from them and to not associate herself with those types. But what was wrong with being odd or even disturbing? The only things worth doing in life were a bit odd and disturbing and if that made her peculiar than so be it.

For the first time in her life, she felt as though she belonged. Sure, it wasn’t her story nor her destiny to be here as it was Alice but that did not mean she did not appreciate Wonderland for what it was. The story had never been her story, not here, and certainly not where they were from. Alice was the main chat and she was the topic that would get trickled in after.

“Everyone has a part to play, (Y/n). Even if it is not large or as set in stone, each person’s role is necessary for the story to progress, even yours. You’ll see.” the words of that tricky caterpillar replayed in her head over and over again whenever she had a moment to think. What had he meant by that? Was her story not more than to be here in support of her dearest friend and the latest edition to their friends? Was she not just a tool in the scheme of things? (Y/n) had never known people of lesser importance as herself to contribute much of anything big to a legacy as large as Alice’s!

From her end of the table, she watched as Hatter threw his hat high into the air before it landed on his head causing everyone to erupt in a jostled mess of laughter and cheering. She smiled fondly from a far. Tarrant was a kind man. No matter what was going on or where they were, he always had a way of making her feel included. That’s just who he was. He had known what it was like to feel excluded from things and the last thing he’d wanna do is be the cause of that for someone else. But it was nothing more than his nature, that’s it.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel.” a velvety voice sounded from beside her ear causing her to jump. The (h/c) haired girl glared at the purple cat, reaching a hand to swat him away but he disappeared once more before appearing on her other side. “He watches you often, even when there is not many around to see. But I always do of course.” The Cheshire cat said in a sure tell tone. The girl scoffed at him, shoving another small pastry into her mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes today, cat. So if you’ve come to mock my feelings during my 2nd to last day in Wonderland, I wish you well and send you off.” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, turning her gaze away from him back to Tarrant who was already looking at her. The Hatter gave her a secret wink and a smile before turning back to the March Hare who seemed rather frazzled about something. Or perhaps excited. But once again, the grinning cat appeared in front of her face once more.

“Silly girl, you ignore the plain truth in front of you? I can see why you and Alice get along so well, both of you can be quite foolish. Oh well, the story isn’t over yet after all.” and with that he was gone. What did he mean by that? The story was clearly over. Alice had done what she set out to do. The Jabberwocky had been slain, the White Queen ruled once again, and all had been made well. And what was with everyone with stories? Not everything you can do will always be a story and not every story comes to an end. She decided not to dwell much on it. This was her last night she’d ever spend in Wonderland and she’d rather like to keep it in good memory.

So when the White Queen offered her a hand to dance she took it, their dresses swaying in the wind in oppositional unison. They all danced with one another, twirling, laughing, and having a grand time. The entire time the smile never once left (Y/n)’s face which a certain hatted man enjoyed with all his being.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving today. It seems as if it was only yesterday when you arrived.” the girl swiveled around to see the red head there, a bittersweet smile on his face. His smile grew once she turned to face him. Removing his hat, he bowed as he grabbed one of her hands placing a delicate kiss to the top of it. “I am delighted to have known a woman as graceful as you.” hot tears sprung into her eyes which she quickly got rid of before he stood up. Giggling some she hopped onto the large sit swing, motioning for him to join her.

“Don’t get sad yet, Hatter. I’ve still got a few hours left. You can’t rid of me that easily.” he joined her on the swing, a wide grin still on his face. Although it was partly real, she could tell there was some sadness lingering behind it. (Y/n) turned her gaze to the sight in front of them. From the large benched swing, you could see just about all of wonderland over the edge of the cliff. “Besides, there’s not much to miss. I’m just me.”

“And ‘just you’ is a lot! I’ll miss everything about you. The way you mimic the bird calls you hear, the way you get excited when the rock you skipped across the water goes further than you imagined,” she looked at him in shock as he continued to speak, “E-even the smaller things like how you leave the crust of your sandwich for last and give your crumbs to the ants. But I think more importantly I’ll...I’ll just miss your presence.” he said the last part softly, staring off the edge of the cliff to avoid her gaze. A million thoughts raced through her heads as he spoke. Could it really be? Could he really share the same feelings as she did? (Y/n) reached a shaky (s/c) hand to lay on top of Hatter’s pale one, intertwining their fingers.

“Hatter, I've got something to tell you. During my time here in Wonderland, I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve had with everyone. But more importantly, I’ve enjoyed my time so much with you and I believe it’s only fair to share with you that my feelings I have for you go beyond those of normal friendship. I guess you can say I’ve grown...quite mad for you.” his head whipped to face her as he stared into her eyes, tears welling within his own. He flashed her another smile except this one was genuine, filled with the love and warmth he had shown her the entirety of her time in Wonderland.

“(Y/n)! Alice sent me to fetch you. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to head back.”

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After a lot of shedded tears, heartfelt speeches, and goodbyes that were nothing short of wholesome, it was time for the two to head home. Alice patted (Y/n)’s shoulder before holding her arm out for her to grab. As they neared the portal, (Y/n) turned around once more to stare at her friends but when she got to Tarrant, her heart began to break. The gaze they held with one another was long until she simply couldn’t take it. Without thinking she ran up to him once more, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

“Hatter, Tarrant, I need to know how you feel. I couldn’t live with myself if I left and never knew.” he shook his head, looking away from her as he tried to stop the waterworks that were withheld behind the dam. Hot tears streamed down the delicate skin of the girl’s face. “Hatter...please.” her voice was broken as she begged.

“I believe I wasn’t honest myself either. I am completely enamored by you, my dear. I wish I had said something sooner but even though I couldn’t, I’ll always hold a special place for you in here.” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“What if it isn’t too late? What if I stayed?” she started, watching as he shook his head, “Hatter listen! You may think I’d regret if I stay but I think I would regret even more not following my heart the first time it’s ever tried to tell me something. Nothing would make me happier than staying here with you...that is if you’d allow it.” a silence fell over as everyone awaited his answer. Without another thought Hatter leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. Filled with a silent promise, a silent vow to care for her as deeply as his heart will allow.

“I do not know what I did to get so lucky, but I would do it again if needed.” she felt herself grow flustered at his words. A quick peck was placed on his lips before walking over to Alice once again. The blonde had tears of her own in her eyes. She was glad her friend had found something to fight for, something to call her own. But also for the first time in many years, they would not see each other everyday as they once did. They both stared at each other before throwing themselves into each other's arms, laughing in unison as bittersweet tears fell.

“Good luck. Make sure you put your foot down. You’re Alice! You listen to no one and march to no one’s drum but your own.” Alice gave her a curt nod.

“Take care. We’ll meet again, do not doubt it.”

Although Alice’s story had seemingly come to an end, it seemed as though (Y/n)’s story was just beginning. For once she wasn’t the side character in someone’s tale, but the main character in her own.

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