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apocalypseornaw · 7 months

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Wanna be Yours (Pt 5/5)

(A/N: I hate the scene this gif is from don't get me wrong but dayum is Sam gorgeous af in it)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Feelings are finally admitted and acted upon

@lacilou s idea that she graciously let me run with

NSFW things ahead

"Are we going to talk about whatever happened the other night when we were at the bar with Ronnie?" Dean cut his eyes up at Sam when he sat down across from him at the table and shrugged "Don't know what you mean?"

Sam leveled his brother with a look "I mean we were all getting along just fine, me and Ronnie were dancing then all of a sudden we needed to hit the road? And the twins never did show up" Dean shrugged again "Maybe they decided to stop off at a hotel, who knows with those two"

Sam shook his head, he wasn't ever going to get a straight answer out of Dean and since that night you would hardly be in the same room as him. He felt like he was being left out of a big secret and didn't like it. "I think there's more than that" Sam pushed and Dean let out a hard breath of air "You want the honest truth?" Sam nodded "Yeah, I do"

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Dean glanced towards the hall then back at Sam "I see how you look at her Sammy. I've known you your entire life" Sam felt his eyes widen, so Dean knew. Shit, he hadn't ever wanted his older brother to know he had feelings for his girl.

"Dean, you got to know I never meant to develop feelings for her" he didn't miss the look of confusion that flashed across Dean's face "What do you mean never meant to.." but he cut him off "I know you and her are close and I wouldn't want to step on your toes with anything but she's just well she's her... she's beautiful and smart. She's as sarcastic as you are but the sweetest person you've ever wanted to meet at times. She's one of the most amazing hunters I've ever met, she'll stand toe to toe with a demon and not blink an eye but she'll tear up at some movie she's watched a thousand times or get into a book she's read a hundred times to the extent she'll throw it into the wall. She's a force of nature, she's got this pull to her.. I'm sorry man but yeah I've fallen for her. I hope you can forgive me"

Sam expected a lot in that moment. Yelling, Dean to walk out hell anything except for Dean to start laughing. "What?" He questioned and Dean shook his head, laughing harder "You've been thinking all these years that me and Y/N what exactly...keep quiet and mess around behind your back? You've seen me go home with women!"

Sam shrugged, feeling like he was missing out on a lot "I figured it may be an open relationship? I mean you two move on hunts like you share one mind. You have unspoken conversations, she likes a lot of the stuff you like and she's been a steady in your life since you were nineteen"

Dean shook his head again before wiping a hand down his face "Yeah, Sammy she's my best friend. She means a lot to me but we've never crossed any lines like that. Jesus I thought you two were smart"

Sam shrugged one shoulder "Yeah well...wait us two?" Dean's face was nearly comical when he caught his slip up "Shit she's gonna kill me. Don't tell her I said that ok?" A smile slipped onto Sam's face "Are you saying she feels the same?" Dean rolled his eyes at that "For fucks sake, you're a grown man she's a grown woman, go talk to her. I'm not getting in the middle of it"

Dean stood to walk out the kitchen leaving Sam to wonder what his next move should be.

You were standing in the laundry room, waiting for your load to get done when Dean popped his head into the door "Hey sweetheart, I'm headed to meet Donna and Garth. I'll be back in a few hours. You need anything?"

You shook your head "No i think im good. Might want to grab more detergent and dryer sheets. Is Sam going with you?" He held your gaze for a moment before saying "Nope. He'll be here" you rolled your eyes "Does Donna and Garth even need your help?" He simply grinned "I'll see you tonight" "Yeah. Be safe so I can kick your ass when you get back" he laughed "You got it"

You watched him walk out and shook your head. He was trying to force your hand, damn him. You felt a chill and regretted running around the bunker in just sleep shorts and a tshirt but most of your clothes had been dirty. You looked around and found a stack of folded shirts on a shelf, you grabbed a flannel out of the bunch and slipped it over your shoulders. You weren't surprised when it fell to your thighs considering how short you were compared to both Winchesters.

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You waited until both of your loads were done and folded then grabbed your basket to head to your room and put them away.

You clicked your radio on to play music and started humming along to the song as you moved around the room, replacing what clothes went into drawers and repacking your go-bag.

The thought of Sam being somewhere in the bunker kept flicking through your mind. Dean was right, you needed to tell Sam. Neither of you were blushing virgins here. You shook your head and finished putting your laundry away.

Once you were done you turned the radio off then headed out of your room. The floor was cold under your bare feet but you were headed for Dean's tv room. The thought was to hide from Sam but you needed something to drink first.

You stepped into the kitchen and nearly ran back out when you spotted Sam pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge but froze when he looked up at you and smiled "Y/N"

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Sam had gone on an early run then grabbed a shower after Dean left. He needed to clear his head and think about what to do.

He walked into the kitchen to grab some water and the moment he leaned into the fridge he heard a noise behind him and looked up to see you standing in the doorway. You were wearing black sleep shorts and one of Dean's old Led Zeppelin shirts but what struck out to him was the fact that you were wearing his flannel as well. The image of you only wearing his flannel flashed his mind and he cursed himself for it. He didn't even really know how you felt or what you wanted.

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He felt a smile slip onto his face "Y/N" you smiled back at him "Hey Sam. Um pass me a bottle of water?" He held the one out that was in his hand "Here, I haven't opened it" you took it with a nod "Thanks"

You stood there for a moment then motioned towards the hall "Want to watch a movie?" He didn't hesitate to say yes. He grabbed another bottle of water and followed you down the hall.

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You were acutely aware of Sam at your back as you walked down the hall trying to think of a good movie you could watch with him but all you could think about was how those black joggers fit him and how tight that shirt looked across his shoulders.

You walked into the TV room and flicked the string lights on instead of the overhead then grabbed the remote. You sat down on one side of the couch and Sam sat on the other. You finally decided on a slasher flic you and Dean had watched a thousand times.

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You settled back into the cushions and tried to concentrate on the screen but you felt Sam's eyes on you. After a minute you paused the movie and turned to face him, tucking one leg under your body "Yes Samuel"

He grinned slightly "That's my flannel" you raised an eyebrow "Oh, I'm sorry. I can take it off" You moved to pull it off your shoulders but he grabbed your arms gently "Looks better on you" you were a bit too aware of how close the two of you were in that moment and he quickly dropped your arms muttering an apology.

You stared at each other for a moment before you both tried to speak. He smiled "Ladies first" you nodded moving a bit closer to him "Cards on the table here Winchester. I have feelings for you. It's developed over times and just gotten worse. It's awkward because you're my best friend's brother and younger than me but it happened"

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He was silent for a moment and you were mentally kicking Dean's ass when Sam suddenly reached across pulling you into his lap. You gasped at the sudden movement, bracing your hands against his chest.

He smiled up at you and your breath caught "Thank God because if I had to go much longer without doing this I don't know what I'd do" you were about to question him when he pulled you down to him.

The moment your lips met his you melted against him. His lips moved against yours like he was a drowning man pulling in his last breath of air. Your hands found his hair, tangling in it and he groaned lightly as he tightened his grip on you, rolling his hips up to meet yours as his tongue flicked into your mouth.

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When you were forced to pull away to catch your breath he rested his head in the bend of your neck, both of your chests were heaving slightly. You felt his lips teasing the skin of your neck and fought against the moan that wanted to escape you "Sam" He stilled his movements "I like you saying my name like that"

You smiled but pulled back further to force him to look at you "Are we both wanting the same thing?" He bought up one hand to push your hair back out of your face "I want you Y/N, not just for a couple hours or a couple days. I haven't felt like this about someone in a long time. It's been absolute torture thinking you were with Dean" you laughed at that "You thought me and Dean?" He groaned lightly "I did"

You shook your head "You beautiful, idiotic man. I've had eyes for you for so long it's kind of pathetic" he grinned "like having a crush on my brothers best friend isn't?" You shrugged then smiled at him "Where were we?"

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He pulled you back into a kiss. He started at your lips then kissed down your jaw and when he made it to your neck you didn't try to stop the light moans that escaped you. You rolled your hips against his and he groaned again, grabbing your hips "Babygirl, tell me what you want here" you felt your stomach flip at his words and the way he said them "I want you to take me to your room and show me just how much you want me" "I can do that"

You stumbled into Sam's bedroom, lips never breaking fully from each other. Once the door was shut he pushed your back against it then leaned down to slip his hands under your thighs and lift you up. You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how his body was reacting to you.

His hips rutted against yours as he swallowed every little sound he pulled from you. "Wanted you for so damn long....so fucking beautiful..." the praises falling from his lips for you had a fire growing in the pit of your stomach "Bed Sam. Please the bed" you mumbled against his lips and he nodded "I got you baby, I got you"

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He carried you across the room to the bed and laid you down gently, holding himself up on his arms as he looked down at you. You couldn't help yourself, you reached up to let your fingertips trace the light stubble gracing his jawline "You are so fucking gorgeous Sam" the smile he gave you in return was warm enough to put the sun to shame "Y/N, you're everything"

His lips found yours again and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him down to you. His hips rolled down against yours and the feeling of his hard cock even through his joggers and your shorts was enough to make a moan of his name leave your lips "I want you Sam" He nodded "You got me"

You leaned up to shed the flannel and the shirt you were wearing and Sam pulled his shirt over his head as well tossing it behind him. The look in his eyes as he took in the sight of your bared chest had you clenching around nothing "So damn perfect" he whispered leaning down to catch one of your breasts between his lips.

"Fuck Sam" you moaned and felt one of his hands on your left leg, trailing up under the shorts you wore. His fingers got just shy of where you wanted them "Take em off Sam. Please" he chuckled against your skin before moving to the other breast giving it the same attention he had the other one.

He moved back up to your lips and time his mouth met yours you felt one of his fingers teasing at your entrance. You gasped into his mouth when it slipped past your folds. He added another after a moment, curling them upwards until he found that spot that had your back arching off the bed "You're so wet baby. Is this for me?" He teased working at your clit with his thumb while his fingers worked that spot deep inside of you.

You could feel that knot in your lower stomach building and when Sam moved his fingers just slightly to change the angle you felt it burst. You came with a scream of his name as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. When you pushed his hand away he slipped his fingers into his mouth, holding your gaze as he sucked them cleaned. "Taste so damn sweet"

You moaned "Fuck me Sam. Please" he grinned "Damn where is that smart mouthed woman that's always putting me and Dean in our place?" He reached for the hem of your shorts and pulled them down your legs before tossing them behind him "Sam Winchester I swear.." you started but was cut off by him laughing "Teasing babygirl. Just teasing"

He stood up to slip his joggers off and you felt your mouth drop open slightly. He was thick and long "Y/N, you good?" He asked, fisting his hard cock as a smirk slipped onto his face "I'm perfect baby, now C'mere" he climbed onto the bed, holding his weight up off of you.

When he got up to your face you pulled him down into a kiss and felt him push into you. A moan escaped you both at the feeling. He stilled once he was inside of you completely to give you time to adjust. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment before he opened them "Fuck you feel fucking amazing" you laughed lightly considering the stretch of him had given way to pleasure "Good, move then"

He rolled his hips down into yours and you moaned "Just like that Sam" He buried his face in your neck, nipping and kissing the skin there as he worked his hips into yours, every thrust he was hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

You were so damn close to coming again and he must have realized it because one hand slid between your bodies to play with your clit while his movements never slowed. You felt that knot burst again and your vision went fuzzy around the edges as he fucked you through your orgasm.

His thrusts started to get sloppy and more erratic and you knew he was close so you started to roll your hips up to meet his. "Come for me Sam. Let me feel how much you want me....you're so damn gorgeous and strong and fucking perfect for me..."

Your words pushed him over the edge and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust and you felt when he came, filling you up.

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You could feel your legs shaking gently around him as he smiled down at you breathlessly "You are absolutely amazing you know that right?" You smiled "So my boyfriend tells me"

He gave you one of those heart stopping smiles again "Smart man, that boyfriend of yours" you nodded "He really is" He pulled out of you gently, apologizing when you whimpered a bit from the loss of contact.

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He reached down and found his discarded shirt to wipe you up a bit before laying down next to you and pulling you over on his chest. He traced the antipossesion tattoo on your shoulder as you traced the one on his chest "Wanna grab another shower, with me this time?" You asked and he laughed "Never feel the need to ask me just say cmon we're gonna go shower"

You looked up at him with a laugh "I think I love you Sam Winchester" He smiled brightly "Good because I think I love you too"

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Dad!Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson Masterlist

He’s definitely one of those heavy metal dads that would insist you name, at the least, your first child after a rockstar.

“We’ll name the kid after James Hetfield.” “What if it’s a girl?” “Then we’ll name her Jamie. Duh.”

He’s also one of those dads that would pay very close attention to what way his child steered the tiny steering wheel on the car shaped shopping carts at the grocery store and would turn the cart whatever way they turned the wheel.

“This kid needs some driving lessons, babe.” “Eddie he/she is four.” “Yeah, so?” “Oh my god.”

Would definitely insist that your house be full of instruments for your kids to learn as they grow up.

By the time your first kid is 11 you have just about every instrument in the world in the study that Eddie had insisted be the music room.

Would definitely be the type of dad to get his kid's names/initials/birthday/favorite toys tattooed on any part of his body. He waits to get their names until they learn how to write them, and then gets their signatures tattooed on him, no matter how sloppy the handwriting.

He'd come home with the biggest, goofiest grin with plastic wrap and ointment protecting irritated skin, your kid's smile would match his as he had them read the new tattoo, having trouble since it was through the wrap and the ointment.

"DADA! THAT'S ME!" They would shriek, jumping up and down and throwing themself at him, which would encourage the others to follow, all of them ending up in a dog pile on top of their father.

If your kids like to draw, he'd sit with them for hours, hunched over on the floor and doodling with crayons. When your youngest drew a picture of your family, he'd nearly fell on top of your eldest as he ran to the door, picture clutched in hand as he tugged his jacket and vest combo on, sprinting to the van with a shout of "I'll be back soon" over his shoulder.

He'd come back not too long later, the drawing now tattooed into the skin of the shoulder he'd yelled over, tugging his shirt off as he walked in the door to show his beautiful family the purposefully sloppy drawing.

You'd teared up as you compared the tattoo to the drawing, an absolutely perfect recreation, color included, accompanying the black and other splashes of color that littered his skin, at this point he was almost completely covered.

Explaining his scars was easier over time, though the first couple times you'd had to explain it yourself, Eddie eventually decided, when your middle child of five asked, that he could tell the story, and he told an intricate but simple enough story that the kids would understand each time, dumbing it down a bit depending on how old they were when they noticed and asked.

"I was protecting Mommy and Uncle Dusty." He'd boasted when your youngest asked, your four others sitting close to listen to the tale they loved so much. "We were just out in the woods." A lie, of course, but you'd decided to wait way longer before telling them the truth about your hometown, you'd moved after Eddie graduated, settling down in Chicago since it had a good music scene and Eddie wanted to pursue that.

"And we passed by this cave, and all of a sudden..." Eddie was a great story teller, always had been, during suspenseful moments he would hunch his shoulders and lean in, urging your children to do the same, and you recognized that sadistic smirk spread across his face. "WHOOSH!" He held your youngest and shook them lightly, causing them to squeal and laugh, your others jumping and laughing with him/her at their father's outburst.

"A hundred bats came flying out of the cave! And I, being a gentleman-" "What's a genital man?" "You can say genital man but not spaghetti?" Eddie looked at your youngest in actual awe before looking at you. "What have you been teaching our children?" "They are literally with you all day, Eddie. Finish your story."

"A gentleman," he emphasized the word. "Is.. uh... I'll explain it later." "Mhm." "Shh." He waved his hand at you and continued his story. "I pushed Mommy out of the way, and I made Uncle Dustin get her away, and I tried to fight them off." "When he could've just run with us." Eddie gave you a stern look before continuing. "And... they got the best of me, and knocked me down, took a few nasty chunks before Mommy and Uncle Dusty came back and fought them off."

Would never be late for pick up, whether it be daycare, soccer practice, cheerleading practice. Whatever your kids are doing, Eddie is there for support, and early to pick them up if he can't be there the whole time.

He'd be the type of dad to wake up and see your kids trying to collectively hoist their youngest sibling up to the fridge to grab the cookie jar and would end up getting the cookies for them and taking one. "What do you think you're doing?" "Uh... Axl wanted a cookie." "Don't blame me!" "Well I didn't whisper 'who wants a cookie?' while the rest of us were trying to sleep" "Well it wasn't me either!"

"Okay. Okay. You're all very bad at whispering, put down your brother/sister." They would begrudgingly do so, perking up when he brought the cookie jar down and gave them each two, holding a finger to his lips before putting one between his teeth, putting the jar back. "Now go to bed." "Thanks, dad." "thank you, dad." "thanks, daddy." "ank you, dada." "tank ou, daddy."

Be still his beating heart. He'd go back to bed, and you'd wake up to the movement. "Is that a cookie?" "Yeah. Want some?" "mmm thank you." You take a bite of the cookie before laying your head down. "Did I hear the kids trying to sneak cookies?"

A few solid beats of silence accompanied by Eddie chewing the cookie. "..... no."

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aleksanderscult · 6 months

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I have loved your other metas. Can I make a request too? I wanted you to analyse the Grisha vows with respect to Aleksander and Alina. No problem if not. Good day.

Of course you can!

Literally anyone can ask me anything and there's nothing to be shy about. ❤️

So. We're finally doing this, huh?🥲

We're going to analyze THAT scene?🥲

I'm assuming you mean Aleksander's and "Alina's" funeral (if that's not the scene you mean then please tell me!😭) and I'm not gonna lie, I was avoiding writing a meta about it because it's SO painful🫠

But at the same time I've got some things to say here as well.

(Btw, I had already made two drafts about this scene commenting on some things. HOW DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I'M SECRETLY CREATING??😭😶‍🌫️. But now that I'll write a meta about this scene, I won't post them until many, many weeks later)

Okay. Not gonna stall anymore. Let's do this.🥲

Gonna start from here because I don't have anything to say about the previous lines (but if there's something in particular you want me to analyze before this, dear anon, then just say so❤️).

This line by itself is extremely sad.

The imagery that comes to your mind.

After four hundred years of existence full of war and battles, the Darkling is dead.

And Alina could easily say "You know what? Burn his body somewhere else. Not beside mine."

No, she wanted their bodies to burn side by side.

That says a lot by itself.

When a fan asked Bardugo who truly tended to the Darkling's body, the latter refused to answer saying that she's leaving that for the readers to guess.

My personal guess, after what happened in Nikolai's duology, is Sankta Elizaveta. If the duology never existed then I would say a random otkazat'sya woman. I don't know, it just fits.

Apart from this, it's really heartbreaking how here the Darkling is described neither as a powerful Grisha nor as a cunning warrior. But as a handsome boy that fell in battle and now in death he looks so innocent. So peaceful at last.

And Alina wants to know. Cares to know. Who treated him so gently?

Just like I said before, Alina decided this. Not for the people, not for Nikolai, not for Mal.

But for herself. And I bet for the Darkling too. Perhaps she didn't want him to be alone in his funeral pyre either. 🥲

The crowd was complaining 'cause for them the Darkling was the villain, the man that frightened them and put them through too much.

What did an evil man do to deserve a funeral pyre beside a Saint that was so beloved and revered?

But for Alina (right now) he is just the boy Aleksander Morozova and he deserves this funeral alongside her body.

I'm kinda confused here.

I understand why the Soldat Sol attended the funeral since they were devoted to the Sun Saint but I expected for the Grisha to be mentioned more here.

Two of their leaders are dead.

The Darkling, that was their General for God-knows-how-many-years, and Alina, who also led them from a point afterwards.

I'm not saying that I expected them to mourn the Darkling. But where are the Etherealki? The order that the late Aleksander and "late" Alina also belonged to? They should be at the front lines, right?

Why aren't the Grisha mentioned at all in this scene?

(I swear Leigh created the Grisha, gave them a sad, violent history and then threw them into the bin😭)

Also, I wouldn't be surprised if some Grisha really felt sad about the Darkling's death. For some he really represented an end to the constant Ravkan wars and bloodshed. The man that would give them freedom from all of these. He was their safety, their leader, a guardian even. And the fact that so many (supposed) Darklings existed for centuries now, that feeling of safety was only enhanced 'cause he was a constant presence to the Grisha's side.

It's kinda cringe to me that these people mourn Alina even though they had never truly known her. They had touched her and prayed to her name but they didn't know her truly. As a person. They mourn an idol.

Also, the fact that Alina doesn't want to be recognized particularly from the Apparat. If she still had her powers she would use the Cut to him LMAO Those bitter feelings haven't left her. (And I agree with her, he was a creep and a jerk).

(Also, how the FUCK is Nikolai immaculate 24/7?? NIKOLAI WHAT'S YOUR HAIR AND SKINCARE ROUTINE??😭😭)

It's kinda sweet how Nikolai searches for Alina and her approval to begin this.🥹

These two🫶

The crowd is weeping and yelling for Sankta Alina. The polished, idolized version of her that they created. For them she was a Saint that they considered a legend.

But with Alina here it's different. She's mourning for a person that she truly knew. Not a Saint. Not an idolized person created by dreams and fantasies, no. But for a boy that she knew and loved and killed out of mercy and that no one else mourns but her.

It's that contradiction for me.

The crowd mourns a holy person that they never knew but glamorized in their mind.

And Alina mourns for a flawed human being that she knew, loved and felt pity for.

The crowd also showed their grief loudly. While Alina did it in her own quiet and private way.

Alina's name was chanted again and again loudly in a showy manner.

But Aleksander's was whispered with genuine care by a girl that loved him. She said it as a final goodbye to him. From a girl that the Darkling trusted to give his name. And she, in turn, respected it by keeping it a secret and paying tribute to it one final time.

Now she's the only person in the world that knows that name.

(UNTIL "RULE OF WOLVES" CAME OUT AND FUCKED THIS UP BUT LET'S PRETEND THAT NEVER HAPPENED, SHALL WE??😀😀)

I love that scene so much but at the same time it just hurts.so.much.

But just like I said I loved the contradiction between the devoted followers who grieved loudly about a woman that they barely knew and a girl who cried soundlessly, mourned in silence and paid tribute to a boy that she loved and he loved her in return and made sure to honor all his final wishes even after he died.

"No grave. For them to desecrate" = She burned his body.

"Someone to mourn me" = Mourned him in his funeral.

"Speak my name once more" = She did in his funeral as well.

"Don't let me be alone" = He didn't let him be alone in his funeral pyre either.

Gonna go cry now.✌️

#I hope you liked this anon!!❤️❤️#As for me. Well. I'd be lying if I said that I don't want to drown myself in the bathtub right now🥲#these two. *sigh*. they're something else #She loved him. Period.#I swear these metas are getting more and more painful😭😭#grishaverse #grishaverse trilogy #shadow and bone #ruin and rising #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #alina starkov #darklina #pro darklina #alarkling #pro alarkling #anon asks

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Field Work - Angus MacGyver Imagine [MacGyver (2016)]

Title: Field Work

Pairing: Angus MacGyer (2016) X Reader

Word Count: 1,840 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) is sent into the field for the first time and is clearly out of their depth. Luckily, MacGyver is there to help with the new situation.

Author's Note: I... Listen. I watched a few episodes of this in a hotel room right before I moved into my new place and then, I started it from the beginning, and I am having a lot of fun.

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"(Y/n), you're gonna be in the field for this one."

"What?"

It felt like everyone asked the question at the same time. Matty looked around the room at all of us.

She had been discussing tracking down some war criminal, but nothing had caught me off guard quite like her telling me that I was going to be in the field.

"I'm not meant to be in the field," I said, shaking my head and scooting forward in the chair I had been sitting in.

"Well, I need you to be there," Matty shrugged.

"I'm meant to be behind the scenes-"

"This is not up for debate."

I fell silent. I felt a hand touch my shoulder as I did. I looked over at Mac, who grinned at me for a moment. I just turned back to the big screen on the wall.

"And you don't have much to worry about, Mac will be by your side the whole time."

"And why's that," Mac asked.

That's when Matty described where they thought the guy was hiding. It was a normal hotel. Well, it seemed to be normal. It seemed to be based on its reputation with couples.

My heart dropped a little bit. It was all clicking in my head. It didn't explain exactly why I needed to be in the field, but Matty refused to answer any follow-up questions. No other choice but to go along with it.

"I don't get it," I muttered as Mac pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. "Why would some hardened war criminal stay here?"

"Would your first instinct be to look for the war criminal at a fancy hotel mainly used for couple getaway trips," Mac asked.

I shrugged. He had a point.

"Alright, we've gotta make this look like we've done stuff like this a hundred times before," Mac explained as he parked. "Like it's normal for us to hold hands, be affectionate, that kind of stuff."

"I'll do my best."

"Hey," he said, tapping my knee. I looked away from the window. "You're going to be just fine. Probably a natural at this."

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the grin on my face.

"Plus, I'll be there, and Jack'll be there. You're safe."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Stay there."

He got out of the car and jogged around to the other side. I bit back whatever scoff wanted to come out as he opened the door.

"Such a gentleman," I mumbled as I got out.

"Always."

Mac grabbed our bags, handing mine to me before wrapping his free arm around my shoulders. I almost jumped but managed to stop myself, instead just wrapping my arm around his torso and leaning my head against his shoulder.

Nothing interesting really happened for a while.

We just checked in, went back over the information we had, and went on with our day.

Mac kept me as close to his side as he could without tripping over my foot. He kept an arm wrapped around me, held my hand. I felt like I was being led around like a confused puppy.

Not that I was complaining. I was starting to believe that I could get used to being like this with him. Affectionate.

Nothing important happened until pretty late in the day. Mac and I had spent so much just walking around, trying to seem normal.

And then, we got to the pool.

It started with just surveillance. Us just keeping up our act and trying to get an eye on the target. We had pulled two of those pool chairs close to each other so we could talk without being too loud.

It was around this time that I felt a pair of eyes on me. A different pair of eyes. I looked across the pool to see a man staring at me.

Not just a man. The target.

I took a deep breath before looking over at Mac. He looked back over at me, grinning a bit at me.

I leaned over, lips brushing the shell of Mac's ear. I really needed this to not look suspicious at all.

"I have an admirer that looks oddly similar to our target," I whispered, pulling back with a smile.

My eyes darted to the side for barely a second before I focused back on Mac. His eyes followed my gaze to see the man sitting on the other side of the pool.

"I see," he muttered.

I looked around the rest of the pool. It was pretty late. Most people had cleared out at that point.

Mac grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. "You need to go flirt with him."

"Flirt? Mac, I don't flirt. I don't even think that I know how."

"What you were just doing-"

"Was affection. Flirting... Confident flirting... I can't do that."

His thumb grazed my knuckles. "You'll be fine. Just do what feels right. I'm sure you're a natural."

I took a deep breath before leaning over and pressing a kiss to Mac's cheek. I stood up and walked over to the hot tub nearby. I let my eyes linger on the target as I sat down.

There were a few moments where nothing happened before the target joined me in the hot tub.

"Hello," he said, leaning back against the edge, arms stretched along the top of them.

"Hi," I replied, trying to seem more nervous than I was. Like he was the reason I was so nervous. Just not in a 'he's a man that committed war crimes' kind of way.

"How are you enjoying your stay," he asked.

"It's lovely," I nodded. "Even with someone watching me from across the pool."

I tried to keep the smirk sitting on my face. Not uncomfortable. Don't make him think that he terrifies you.

"It's quite rude, y'know. Staring like that."

"I couldn't help myself."

Ew. I want to go back to Mac. He seemed to care about me being truly comfortable. This guy didn't. I think I could've shown just how much he scared me, and he wouldn't have cared.

"It's a shame someone like you was left all alone."

"Oh, I'm not alone-" I looked back to see Mac had left his seat. My eyes scanned to catch him hidden away. His face was scrunched up. He was just glaring, he looked disgusted. I would've furrowed my eyebrows if I wasn't in this situation. "Well, I guess I am."

When I turned back to the man, the guy had moved across the hot tub, a knife now being held up to my chin.

"You almost convinced me," he grumbled. "But you're acting... it's sloppy. New to the field, aren't you?"

I took a deep breath.

"And your little partner abandoned you," he continued. "Should've been more careful."

"'More careful,'" I repeated. He chuckled.

I grabbed his wrist in one hand and his throat in the other. I shoved him back, essentially slamming his back against the brick material. The hand holding his wrist only moved for long enough to force the knife out of his hand. I heard it get thrown away from us.

"I got him."

I looked up when I heard Mac's voice. I moved back, letting Mac drag him out of the hot tub and handcuff him.

I pulled myself out, jumping a bit as a towel was thrown my way. Jack was standing off to the side.

"How you feeling," he asked.

"Like I need a shower," I replied, drying myself off.

He chuckled. "I'm gonna help Mac and we'll try to get you to a good shower as soon as possible."

I just nodded.

We didn't really speak on the way back. I was more stuck in thought than anything. I couldn't shake the look on Mac's face when he saw me in the hot tub. I couldn't truly read the expression. It just stuck with me. Like some part of my subconscious knew that it was important and refused to let me forget about it until I had said something about it.

I don't think I spoke to anyone until I found Mac in the war room. He looked up from whatever he had been looking at and smiled at me.

"Look at the star of the hour," he said as he stepped over and hugged me. I hugged him back, letting my eyes close for a moment. "You did a great job. Told you that you'd be a natural."

"Thanks."

He stepped back, going to close whatever file he had been given.

"Can I ask you about something," I asked.

"Of course," he nodded.

"It's just... there was this moment... right before that guy pulled out the knife. You were watching the pair of us from off in the distance. And... something about your face stuck with me..."

I found myself struggling to put the words together. How was I meant to ask this without feeling like I was ruining things?

He chuckled. "Was it the eyes? I'm telling you, they're distracting-"

I cut him off. "You weren't jealous today... were you?"

Mac's eyes went wide for a moment, his mouth falling open a bit. For the first time ever, I was seeing Angus MacGyver speechless. I would've reveled in that more if my heart wasn't sinking.

"Mac-“

“I was,” he stopped me this time. He took a few steps forward. He was close. Too close. I was certain that he could hear my heart speeding up. “I hated watching you get so close to that guy. Even for a few minutes. All I could think about was how natural it felt to hold your hand and have you lean your head on my shoulder. And you kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. Everything about this mission felt so… natural. Like I had been waiting for it.”

It was my turn to be speechless. I agreed. Of course, I agreed. But I didn’t know how to respond to that.

Mac’s hands found the sides of my face. He stood there silently, studying my eyes. I was doing the same to him. I reached up and touched his hands, grinning at him.

He smiled back at me before he took another step forward. I leaned in as he did, quickly pressing my lips to his. His hands moved from my face to my sides as he chuckled a bit against my lips. My hands grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, holding him as close as I could.

I slowly leaned back a few moments later. I opened my eyes to find Mac already looking at me.

"You... have nothing to be jealous of," I said quietly.

"I would be very confused if I did," he replied. I rolled my eyes, going to step back. He stopped me before I could get too far. "Nope, not yet."

I was about to say something sarcastic in response, but I didn't have a chance before he kissed me again.

I could definitely get used to this.

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Hello, good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night - whichever you like more!

I know you're currently obsessing over Bed Friend, so I bring you questions.

Do you think the yellow lamp with a smile is supposed to be representative of something, or is its sole purpose to distract me from the scene?

2. There are several flashback scenes, but only one of them had these flashes of red and green around the characters. Do you have any theories as to why? Is it because that specific moment triggered Uea more than other moments?

Also, when is Saturday coming and why are there only 8 episodes to this show? 😔

@sliceduplife - It's the week of Lent, so I no longer operate on a morning/noon/night schedule. The only time that matters is how many days before Lent (two), how many days of Lent (40, technically 46), and after. Kind of like my obsession with this show - days before the next episode (five), how many weeks I still have this show (seven), and the aftermath.

I must cherish this show while I have it, so let me scroll through my mind's storage room to find some other queer friends to help with these answers.

Do you think the yellow lamp with a smile is supposed to be representative of something, or is its sole purpose to distract me from the scene?

In the infamous words of Bad Buddy's Pat and Pran:

Do you see the smiley lamp in the picture above? That smiley lamp launched a hundred think pieces on its symbolism in this scene, and a majority came down to two conclusions: 1) it's the light in a dark time aka it's the hope in this depressing scene where Pran gets his hopes swiftly crushed by an unknowing Pat, and 2) it's Pran immediately putting on his facade, so Pat doesn't suspect that Pran actually likes HIM and not Ink.

Applying those ideas to Bed Friend, the lamp is showing us that 1) even though Uea just had an alarming episode in the parking lot, there is hope that he will be okay, and 2) he will continue to wear this mask of happiness. Jade and King ask Uea if he is okay, and each time, he says he is fine. The lamp shows hope, but it also demonstrates how Uea covers up his pain with a smile.

Pran and Uea got their lamps from the same store - The Smile & Denial Store.

There are several flashback scenes, but only one of them had these flashes of red and green around the characters. Do you have any theories as to why? Is it because that specific moment triggered Uea more than other moments?

I'll let the boys at Semantic Error take this one:

Maybe you can already tell where I'm going with this. The color palette for a command and error code is a mixture of red, blue, and green. Right before we see Uea's flashback in the parking lot, the colors go into the negative.

In the parking lot, the darkness triggers his episode. The switch into the negative happens quickly, and when the color comes back, it has the error code written throughout the flashback.

Uea's brain can't tell what is happening right now and what is the past. Both of them are blending together at that moment, and he can't escape. His brain cannot distinguish reality, in the present. This is when King grabs him and tethers him to the present.

Later, we see Uea sitting on his couch thinking about his past, but he clearly knows he is thinking about the past instead of believing he is living that experience because the error code colors are missing.

Also, when is Saturday coming and why are there only 8 episodes to this show?

Me, refreshing this Gagaoolala page eighteen times an hour just in case the episode is released earlier.

Old Fashion Cupcake got me in five episodes. My Beautiful Man did me in with six. To My Star had me in less than two hours. If Bed Friend knows what to do with each one of these episodes, which by the looks of episode one, it does, I'll be thrilled with each episode and the story that is being told.

But I'm always a sucker for a second season!

#Bed Friend #Uea x King #episode 1 #the colors mean things #so does the lamp #the cinematography #the directing #King will be an anchor for Uea if he let's him be #Tie him to the present instead of him constantly living in his past

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winniethewife · 4 months

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What am I supposed to do, if there's no you? (Vincent Caldwell x Reader)

Warnings: Hospital scenes, Cancer, Talking about physician-assisted suicide. Angst

Words: 670

A/N: A rather sad Case 63 fanfic appears... So I have had several cancer diagnoses in my family, and this was a nice release for me to write about it this way. I hope you all enjoy!

Vincent sat by her side. This had been their life for the last year. Cancer. When they got the diagnoses, it was impossibly hard. He held her frail hand in his as she sits in the arm chair as they administer the chemo therapy. He looks at her with love and adoration. She looks at him with the same love.

“You don’t have to come with me every time Vince.” She says softly.

“I’m going to be here, I don’t want you to do this alone…Don’t want you to be scared"

“I didn't tell you I was scared… I’m not scared.” She said squeezing his hand slightly.

“I know…but…I want to be here.” Vincent Know she was putting on a brave face for him, she did all the time, for him, for Marie, for their friends….She had always been like this. Keeping all the pain to herself. “I love you, you know you don’t have to do this alone.” He reassures her.

“I know delusion…I see it in the mirror…I just…Sometimes I just pretend it isn't real. That I’m fine, that none of this is happening.” She laughs slightly realizing she probably sounds foolish for thinking that way. But as His dark eyes meet hers, she knows, he doesn’t think she’s foolish. He admires her bravery. When they leave the treatment facility to head home, He helps her into the car, smiling softly. Once on the road he thinks to himself. How can he make this better? How can he help bring the light back in her eyes? Vincent takes a glance over at her, she had dozed off, her head resting on her palm as she had been looking out the window. The treatments always make her so tired, the last couple really took it out of her. After he pulls into their home he goes around to her side, gently unbuckling her and lifting her in his arms before closing the car door with his foot, deciding to grab their things later as he gently carried her inside. Once he gets her into their bed he turns to leave when he feels her hand gasp at his. He turns to look at her, her half lidded gaze meeting his.

“Don’t go.” She softly pleads. He can’t refuse her. He climbs into bed next to her and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent.

“What can I do darling? I'll brighten up the sky, I’ll run a hundred miles… I’ll do anything to see you happy there's not a day that I won't try. Anything to ease the burden” He whispers lovingly in her ear.

“There’s…something…but I know I'll never get it.” She says softly

“Anything…”

“I hate to make this all about me…But…” She starts but Vincent laughs slightly

“It was always about you my love. From the day I met you. It’s always been you.”

“Vincent…Please…I’m ready…I don’t want to do this anymore…” She says softly with sadness in her voice.

“Wait…you don’t…darling…please.” When Vincent realized what she was saying he just couldn’t bare it. He held her even tighter. “But who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do?” Vincent felt the tears stinging his eyes, he couldn’t bare the idea. As a doctor he understood it, many states had passed laws to make this a possibility but as her husband, the idea was terrifying

“This won't go back to normal, if it ever was…Vincent…You have to understand…My love.” She carefully rolls over to look at his face, stroking his beard gently.

“Of course I understand…Darling…of course I do…I just…I don’t want to…I just want to keep believing, soon you'll get better I don’t want to live in a world without you…” He says.

“I Know…Just…if I’m ever not getting better…” She hesitates, she looks into his tear filled eyes, and he sees the desperation in hers and he nods.

“You’ll get better soon… Cause you have to…”

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kitthepurplepotato · 5 months

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DEAR DEAR LOVE.

OKAY.

I HAD to send this comment as a massage and not in the comments section because I have so much to fucking say.

I think I want to marry you?

First of all the new chapter got me into the six dimension and I can't believe I actually got the courage to read this in the car with my dad so I had to pause and actually get home so I could react to this in peace, and OMG the d-rule.

Perfection.

You have no fucking idea how I fucking love the idea of the mha series happening in this universe and Deku meeting horikoshi and there are no words that can describe my feelings rn but I'll try anyway

You, you bring me happiness and this has become much more than just a fanfic, and I might be exaggerating but who can blame me when I read perfection.

But love, dear, darling, sweetie, I adore you, okay? But please please PLEASE take a break if you need to, your health means much more than us and stupid adorable deku alright? I'm begging you, do not overwork yourself, please

Alright. So have an absolutely amazing wonderful and happy birthday ever, I wish you all the goods and hugs, and everything you could ever wish for, and as always, don't forget to drink, eat, and rest my love! ❤️❤️❤️

I love you so fucking much, I swear your comments are my favorite things on Tumblr! ;D

Not going to lie I kinda thought you’re gonna send me hundreds of questions when I saw your name pop up and I was kinda excited 😂 it’s still exciting though, you made my heart go all TOKIDOKI!!! 💜💜💜

Funnily enough the D-rule thing and the KiriBaku story wasn’t even planned that just happened while I was writing 😂 it was supposed to be a basic confession scene, no My hero academia story or anything but then… Deku decided to overcomplicate the whole chapter but I really like how it turned out and the confession wasn’t as harsh thanks to it so I’m glad!

About your marriage proposal, well, it’s not impossible to be fair, might need to talk to me boyfriend of 10 years about it but he doesn’t look like he wants to marry anyway so you can totally marry me? 😂😂😂😂😂💜

Thank you for all your worries, I swear I’m completely fine! (well, kinda, but it has nothing to do with me overworking myself I’m afraid 😂)

Writing these silly fanfictions make me happy and reading your comments is my favorite thing in life, honestly! I also play the two MHA games on my phone all the time so I swear I’m not just writing and editing every single moment of my free time. The only reason I get overwhelmed is because sometimes i enjoy the chapter I’m writing so much I over-concentrate on it and I give myself anxiety because I have so much to say but everything wants to come out quicker than my fingers can move and then I burn out for a few days. I’m silly like that. (yes, I have undiagnosed ADHD 😂)

(this bit a tiny bit more personal, mostly for Ronimacaroni, but feel free to read it if you are nosy like me haha)

I don’t really know how to do anything without stressing to be honest, even those two games makes me feel like I NEED TO play a certain amount of time with it daily even if I’m not in the mood, otherwise I feel like I’m “neglecting it”. So silly.

I do the same at work by the way, I used to be in management so I always had all the responsibility on my shoulders and I changed my job due to my mental health and went down to operations (so basically just putting stock on the shelves) yet I still manage to freak the shit out and try to sort stuff out that’s not my responsibility. It’s just who I am, trying to everything all at once then making myself sick with it. I’ll try to think about your words the next time I start being an idiot though!

But I swear I don’t only post because I need to and I do take a break when I have to it’s just that I had a random spur of inspiration after my birthday and I managed to write both the Izuku and the Bakugou chapter, all in one go so I was like “why wait if I can post them sooner and read the cute comments that will make me happy” so after I came home from work because I got a flu and had a Power Nap I posted the Izuku one quickly, knowing it will cheer me up 😂

Omg why can’t I shut up I’m so sorry I love you much btw be my friend thank you 😂💜

Tell your dad I said hi! 😂💜 (that sounds so weird omg just shut me up please omg this is as long as half of a shenanigan chapter send help)

Kit

This is me now and Inko is you, listening to my rambling thank you.

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lutawolf · 1 year

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Please excuse the gif. I'm learning. I'll never be good at it, but I'm a little concerned that I'm annoying my fellow gif makers. I love you guys. What you do is artwork! 💜😘

So Never Let Me Go, Episode 12. I had to talk it over with @ellaspore because I really didn't know how to express my feelings. I was underwhelmed is what we came up with. Like this crescendo that didn't reach a climax.

There were amazing parts like the above scene. Where I think we all saw without a doubt, Nueng's love and devotion. He was ready to do what ever it took for his man and then die with him. Then he goes on to further prove this by being by Palm's side no matter what.

This time it was Palm that disappointed me. When Nueng left Palm, it was to protect him. When Palm left Nueng, it felt like more of an ego thing. Because Palm wanted to care for Nueng, not the other way around. At the same time I get it, cause that can be a subby thing. See why my emotions about the show are confusing.

I didn't become really invested again until the scenes below.

gif stolen from this post and created by aprilblossomgirl.

I loved, loved, and loved this mother son scene. And as april points out, it's such a full circle moment. This woman who lost her husband poured herself into the company he loved to try and ease her pain. She's telling her son not to do that.

I know a lot of people haven't being feeling Nueng, but he is the character that I feel the most. It's actually Palm that throws me. Forgives his mom, but holds back from his dad. Chases after Nueng then talks about how it will be okay if they aren't together in the future and I get it was self-preservation, but he had everything right there. Nueng had one hundred percent proven his love, and Palm ran.

I was left not knowing how to feel. Then this happened.

And this, "So I worked hard to get better and waited until I would be ready. I’ve never wanted to leave you. I just thought if I wasn’t physically ready, how could I take care of you?"

I was giddy seeing them play in the water, but then their conversation went sideways again. It felt very open-ended. Like we decided for ourselves what they would do from here. But then they came full circle again, making me think they can't live without each other.

Even though it wasn't as satisfying as I had hoped, it's still really good and one I would watch again.

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 7 months

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2D Purists, Cut It Out

Once again, I'm seeing people get all ornery over the latest look at WISH, the new feature from Walt Disney Animation Studios that marries their post-TANGLED house style and aesthetic to a more watercolor-based look. Once again, people are grousing that it doesn't look as good as the 2012 short PAPERMAN, and others are grousing that it just isn't 2D, period. I feel like the artists and film crew behind WISH are getting a lot of flack, especially on the heels of the recent Writer's Strike coming to an end. Not a good look, if you ask me.

I've gone over it many times before, I'm farggin' exhausted. Walt Disney Animation Studios, as they stand, are likely lucky to even be making films, let alone make it to 100 years of existence. It's the bedrock of the entire company: No Disney Brothers Cartoon Studio, no Walt Disney Company. It seems as if it's alive by virtue of that alone... They were on the chopping block multiple times in the post-Walt span of 67 years, as recent as 2006, believe it or not! Each movie has to do well in some way in order to justify to the heads that they're a building worth investing hundreds of millions of $$$ into. When reliable hitmaker Pixar is right next door, too. Remember, Disney purged a long list of animation studios/partners: Blue Sky Studios, Disneytoon Studios, several arms of the animation studio, Skellington Productions, etc. etc. So, I'm just going to take what I can get. I'm sure I'll find something of merit, both visually and storytelling-wise, in WISH. The recent trailer, I thought, was a bit of alright. Nothing too fancy to me, but it looks like it'll be a fun time nonetheless. I haven't been wowed upside-and-down by a WDAS feature in ages, but that's a me thing. WDAS is doing THEIR thing, and I guess it's not entirely for me. That's OK! Clearly it's working on someone else... Note ENCANTO, RAYA, and even STRANGE WORLD's sheer success as streaming titles, ditto slightly older movies like the FROZENs and MOANA.

But I think some people should understand that in animation, on one half of the playing field, it's not about the art unfortunately. It's called the animation INDUSTRY for a reason.

I get it. We miss the halcyon days of Disney making a new, gorgeous, splendorifously animated feature using pencil and paper, and post-1989, a lot of digital aid. I get that. I'm a 1992 baby, that era was my era, my jam. THE LION KING alone is one of my **formative** films. It's why I write stories and make comics and would LOOOOVE to turn them into animated movies. I was a preteen during the BROTHER BEAR/HOME ON THE RANGE days when it was all fading away, and I watched - as a late teen/young adult - the studio try to make it a thing again, only to blow it.

It's because it was never about the method, the technique, or anything.

To the artists and filmmakers, it absolutely was! No denying that.

To the bean counters? NO. It's product to them, builds the bottom line, fills the pockets, etc.

That's how it's been in the post-Walt age, post-Golden Age, whatever. Steve Hulett, who worked at Disney Animation circa 1976-86, summed it up once: "These are studios. Not Renaissance art factories."

It makes me think of how a lot of classical art was commissioned by merchants, it was largely glorified fanart of Biblical scenes, but the artists who made those works put their ALL into them. Much in the same way the filmmakers put their all into [name any Disney/big studio 2D animated movie made from 1990 to 2004].

In order words, they more than understood the assignment, no matter how flawed the picture might've been on a writing level. (Like say, POCAHONTAS, an utterly gorgeous movie that the filmmakers clearly went HARD during its production.)

There are so many 2D movies made around the world or independently. I recently saw Disney and Pixar veteran Jim Capobianco's THE INVENTOR, a half Rankin/Bass-style stop-motion half European-like 2D film, in a theater! All by myself, may I add. 10 years in the making, a personal labor of love of his own.

Are these complainers *ever* there for those types of films? I thought so.

Where am I going with this? Ah yeah, that's a big reason why 2D was shuffled out of the question by executives. CGI was huge in the early 2000s, and it seemed that even the least-liked features (note SHARK TALE and CHICKEN LITTLE's critical reception) could outgross or out-success the most beloved 2D features of that period. Both of those movies outgrossed LILO & STITCH, for context...

Now, couple that with CGI being less of a hassle in certain ways. Suppose a big change is made to a movie well into production, and scenes have already been animated. Shaded and lit, even. Well, the sets and character models are still there, so the worst they have to do is shoot a scene from a different angle and reanimate their digital puppets. In 2D? New background to draw and paint, gotta redraw and reanimate the characters AGAIN and keep them ON MODEL- ahhhhh! You can see why CG is preferred in this instance. Perfect for a pipeline of movies that can't be disrupted.

So to bean counters and execs, it was only about getting movies made and them making money. In the early 1990s, CG wasn't at a place where it could sustain a feature-length film, so big-time animated movies were done in 2D almost exclusively. And it just so happens... The animators at studios like Disney, like DreamWorks, like Fox Animation, like Kroyer Films, like Warner Animation, etc... The makers of all your faves from HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME to THE IRON GIANT to THE ROAD TO EL DORADO to ATLANTIS, etc. The filmmakers got the assignment. That assignment being "Make big family film that's sure to be big franchise and McDonald's Happy Meal hit". They took that assignment, and WENT HARD. They didn't have to, but they did anyways. They gave us the coolest damn 2D animation we could've asked for, no matter the writing or the finished movie and how it would fare with critics/audiences. And even the writing, it's like, they did what they felt was right - even if it didn't register for critics nor get audiences interested.

So, again, it was all assignments, and 2D was pretty much the only method they could use. Stop-motion was reserved for the likes of NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS and CHICKEN RUN, more off-beat projects. There was never a stop-mo wave. LAIKA literally runs off of commercials and shoe money, the exploits of a nepo baby. So, it was mainly 2D til TOY STORY came along. TOY STORY came out in fall 1995, and once you started seeing films like ANTZ, A BUG'S LIFE, TOY STORY 2, SHREK, etc. That was it. And these developments coincided with audiences choosing the 2D animated movies they wanted to see, and avoiding the rest... And also them getting so wowed by CGI, while seeing 2D as same-old same-old. Capitalism then cemented 2D features' fate, unless it's based on a TV show, like SPONGEBOB or MY LITTLE PONY. It didn't matter that the CGI wow factor was a fad, and that by the end of the 2000s, audiences didn't flock to see *every* CG movie on the block. CGI was the way, and that was that about that. Because it's about getting the thing made and released without the special challenges a 2D movie presents.

Only FIXED is the anomaly right now, which Sony Animation was willing to take a chance on. It is still unknown if it hits theaters or streaming. If it's the former, this is... I think the first 2D animated **theatrical** movie from a mainstream animation studio that's *not* based on a TV show in ages. Like, since... What? WINNIE THE POOH? (Which is based more on the classic Disney shorts/feature than any of the TV show iterations of the character.) THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG?

You can never guess what audiences will flock to see. If you randomly threw a solid 2D feature out in, say, 2027... It could be big, it could flop hard. But the studios, the industry, they're unwilling to chance that. Thus they aren't, and will not. Quality doesn't matter, because you could throw a **great** 2D movie out, and it could still flop just because... If FIXED does well, I don't know what it means. Could move a needle, maybe not. I kinda don't care, because capitalism is an unmovable object. I don't have a crystal ball, and I can't say for sure what could happen. I guess you could say I'm "Will 2D Come Back" Agnostic. I don't deny it, but I don't think it'll for sure happen. I DO NOT KNOW, haha.

The mass refusal to make 2D animated features in mainstream theatrical feature animation (not streaming, mind you, as we did get KLAUS, WOLFWALKERS, and MY FATHER'S DRAGON from some of the high-end services) was so firm, so absolute, that the idea of traditional animation might as well been tax write-off'ed and Men In Black-erased from our minds. That's how FIRM these companies were in getting rid of it, that's how FIRM they are in NOT wanting to utilize it for a feature film.

So instead, we get stylized CG films like the SPIDER-VERSEs and PUSS IN BOOTS 2 and MITCHELLS VS. THE MACHINES and NIMONA and such. We get maybe a brief 2D scene in a larger CG movie, or some small 2D elements. That mix has got the advantages and the 3D immersiveness of CGI, mixed with that special sauce people love about 2D... And even then, for some people, it just isn't enough. Some will insult the artists and their work, which is not cool. But I'm sorry, either take what you can get or continue to be unsatisfied... Or, seek out 2D stuff that's regularly being made. That's just not by studios as big as Disney and DreamWorks, and not being made in America at that. Broaden your horizons, they're EVERYWHERE.

Anyways, had to vent. Sorry. WISH looks cool, will be seeing.

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idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock · 1 year

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Matt crosses roads with a journalist who's going on a hot pursuit, she's caught up in a gunfight and he saves her, the rest is your choice but pleeease let there be fluff and sassy Murdock 🥰🥰🥰

"We'll Meet Again" Matt Murdock X fem reader!

Firs of all: Love this request! low-key so much fun to write and lowly are in love with them!

Pairing: Matt Murdock X Fem reader

TW: not consented fooling around...

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You were a journalist. Yes. But you believed you were a detective. Hell, weren't they're the same thing?

You were in a club... not your scene really, but this is where all the politicians hung around after hours. This was the only way you could get an actual scoop on what went on these guy's head.

Hence, proving your story on how even the most wholesome politicians have had an intrusive thought or two.

As you stayed there; (in the club wearing the only thing you remotely had close to club attire)... you wore a black body con that was beaded from breast to toe... it glistened as the flashy lights glared off of the beads. The slit that hung from the crease of your thigh hung down to the floor, as then a politician eyed you.

"Hello there, darling." said the older man as he came up to your table, "...You look lonely."

"Do I?" you asked the blonde man who was in his, what, forties?

"A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to be all alone... no, no, no, no! why aren't you having a fine time?"

As you took a sip of your club soda, you said with a grin, "Maybe because I've been waiting for a man like you to whisk me away... it's gotten a little boring for me"

As the blonde man extended his hand to you, he said with a sly grin, "Then I must've come at the perfect time."

As the blonde whisked you away from the scenery, you then quickly noticed what he had in plan. Frankly, what he had in plan was not what your contract with the bulletin stated.

He whisked you to the top of the building... romantic, right? He could fuck you and then push you off of the building in the name of you just trying to get a scoop.... nice, right?

As you two went up there, your mind went to how you could turn this to the key to your story. Though, as your hands settled on the rail that separated you from falling three hundred feet to the ground, you felt the guys lips slowly fall on your back.

For a second you allowed it.

Not your ideal way to get information, but he wasn't harming you, so it wasn't a total red flag, right?

Were you totally comfortable? no. Was this your scene? again... no. But was the story you were writing have the potential to save millions of lives.... yes

Through as you attempted to turn around, he settled your hips back on the rail, you said "I'm sorry can we just-"

He pressured his weight on your hips, you said "Hey, no this is not what I wanted--"

In a growl he responded, "You do what I tell you to do."

"I'll scream" you said as you turned your head to his.

as you eyes his blue eyes and locked with them, he said in a rather dark tone,"Thats what I like to hear."

Immediately, you realized this was the situation you had to get yourself out of.

You turned as his weight on you became loose, though as you met the door of the stairs, the man stopped you and pressed his overpowering self on you.

As you tried unlocking the door, you whispered, "shit shit shit" as then man then pressed his revolver down on your spin.

"You do, what I say you do."

Your heart beat was truly one people could hear from miles, nevertheless a man with heightened senses.

Hell, he could hear it from light years away if he tried.

You felt the cold end of the gun rub against your back as the seconds grew. A single tear fell down your cheek as you then realized what had become of your night.... this was it. This was the end of your life.

Though, the guardian angle you always felt seemingly appeared in the light of a man in a devil's suit.

You didn't see him, hell you were still pinned against the wall as you then heard just clashes of punches hit the blonde man's face and body. Your eyes closed as you heard the guy whine in pain, but smiled as you then sided with yourself.

He deserved it.

As you turned, you saw the devil man, though tonight he wasn't wearing horns, or a suit to protect him from aliens and sociopaths. Instead, he wore a black long sleeve that hugged every muscle perfectly. His cargo pants were tight... hell too tight for him but not your eyes. His bandana was simple; black and tightly wrapped around his face. His chin was sharp as a knife and covered with a light stubble of favial hair.

"Did you really not think that he would want to fuck with you?" asked the masked man from afar.

"I wanted information." you said as you then brushed your dress off, "He had what I wanted."

"yea, well, you had something he wanted too... maybe you guys arent too unalike."

oh, so he saves your life but then makes fun of you?

"Oh, I'm sorry, when the bulletin makes reports about you, now I know that we can add how petty you are.... that when you save them, you question them as well."

He laughed as his hands then met his hips, "you're a journalist?'

You responded as your hands met one another, "Do you have something against a journalist? what do you not serve us or something?"

A laugh escaped his mouth as he then replied, "I'm just curious... not petty. And no, I like journalist."

"Oh great, I'm on your nice list..." you said with a laugh as you then walked a couple steps forward to the masked man, "but hey, while your at it- tell me about this curiosity of yours."

"well, not everyone goes to a club at three am on a Tuesday and agrees to go with a random dude on a roof..."

Sternly, you responded, "I'm committed to my craft."

He laughed as he heard your footsteps near him, though he caught your scent. What was it? coffee with a mix of jasmine perfume? god it was lovely.

"you're crazy." said Matt as his fiery vision revealed your curly hair fall over your shoulders, "He could've hurt you."

Sarcastically, you responded with a laugh, "oh my god, like I had no idea!"

he laughed as he then heard your heart slowly race as his footsteps neared you, "why did you?" asked Matt in a lower tone, "why did you do this tonight?"

in a lower tone, you asked him, "why did you do this tonight."

Though you couldnt see his eyes, they shot up along with his brows as he heard you. "Because I, wanted to help you." said Matt.

You asked as you as he then stood a foot away from you, "By helpig me what are you doing?"

"Helping the city?" asked Matt.

"by being here, tonight-- at three am with a bunch of drunk politicians; creating a case to reveal their evil... what am I doing?"

Matt then titled his head, as he registered your motive, "helping the city..."

"so," you said with a grin, "we're not so different, are we, devil boy?"

he smiled as he heard your heart slowly race as you then inched closer to him, then only being three inches away from him, he asked: "what do I have to do to be with you again?"

You smiled as he cocked his head downwards to you, you replied in a sultry tone, "Just do what you do, and I'll do what I do, and I'll guarantee you that we'll meet again. "

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roonilwazlibimagines · 2 years

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the bet ch.8 - r.b x female reader

Blurb: the infamous new years eve party

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: my group didn't do the group work so maybe tonight i'll upload the rest of the fic but i think there is only two chapters left Warnings - regulus and evan are a little misogynistic and by a little i mean a lot, there is a sex scene but it's not meant to be sexy

Masterlist | ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.9 | ch.10 | FINISHED

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“So you’re dating now?” Evan sad, leaning against his kitchen bench hours before his big New Years Eve party.

“Yeah,” Regulus said sheepishly, putting his elbows on the same kitchen bench.

“Why?” Evan asked and Regulus took a deep breath before replying.

“Because I really like her.”

“Are we talking about the same person?” Evan asked, pushing himself up from the kitchen bench. “This is the girl that once made a first year cry because they were up five minutes past curfew.”

Regulus winced at the memory. He had become so accustomed to this new person that he had tried to forget everything he knew about her before she started working with him. But then he had to remember that she was probably doing the same, so he shouldn’t feel too bad about it.

“She’s different,” Regulus exclaimed.

“And so are you.” Even shook his head as if he was disappointed in Regulus and for the first time, Regulus felt true anger at his best friend.

“What because I don’t want to be part of that stupid bet anymore?” Regulus had done a good job of putting the bet well into the back of his mind, but being around the idiotic friend that started it was an easy way to bring it forward.

“The old Regulus would have.”

Regulus didn’t say anything and Evan walked away, moving some of the alcohol into a cooler.

“Regulus I swear if you mess this up, I cannot help you.” His mother had said when he came home that night and told her what had happened.

“So,” she had trailed off when he walked in, “how was it?”

“I think I’m her boyfriend.”

“Well, did you ask her to be your girlfriend?”

“I asked her on a date.”

“Good enough,” she said, “at least I raised one of my boys right.” She came over to give him a hug before she pulled away to utter those words.

It felt right when he was with his mother. Like that was what he was meant to do. Find a pretty girl he liked and bring her home to his mother. But now, with Evan here, it felt wrong. Evan knew all about his history with pretty girls and they weren’t usually brought back to meet Walburga.

Evan made it feel wrong. Evan reminded him of the five hundred galleons that were still somehow resting on his shoulders.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Evan clearing his throat.

“I’m going to go get changed,” Evan said and Regulus once again remained silent.

When he finally heard Evan’s footsteps fade away, he pushed himself up from his position and went into his room to do the same.

Regulus usually felt confident getting ready. He eased into his personal style post Hogwarts and he knew it was appreciated by all the pretty girls who had been with him in this exact room. But suddenly, he felt guilty about it. His mother’s words echoed in his mind. “She’s not just another pretty girl.”

But he didn’t have time to feel bad about it. He couldn’t change his past as much as he wanted to.

He had told her to come an hour after the party started knowing that no one usually showed up on time and to let him ease into the night before she came and turned it all upside down.

He hadn’t spoken to Evan since their conversation in the kitchen and if he was being honset, he didn’t really want to. He was leaning against the kitchen bench, listening to one of his friends tell a story. It wasn’t until he heard Evan say, “I think he’s just over here,” that he saw his friend next. With an arm around a very pretty girl in a tight black dress that made Regulus wish he was drinking. He needed the confidence.

She was already pushing his arm off of her and she couldn’t help the look of disgust when he hiccuped in her ear. Regulus let out a small laugh and happily grabbed her hand as she made her way over to him instead.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she smiled, and Regulus hated how awkward this was.

“You came.”

“I did.” She was smiling up at him and Regulus could feel all of his friends staring at them and probably wondering what Regulus was doing with the ice queen.

He wanted to kiss her, she was swaying on her feet and standing on her tippy toes, basically waiting for him to do so. But he couldn’t. Not in front of his friends.

It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by her. He just didn’t want them to think that she was like any of the other girls who usually clung onto Regulus, waiting for him to make a move. She was different.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, squeezing her hand in his and dragging her to the lounge room. There were a few people in there, but not as many that were crowded around the kitchen. There was music playing loudly and only a dull glow illuminating the room, but Regulus could still see the way she smiled as she lent in before their lips met.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” He asked, as if he hadn’t sent her an owl on Christmas day.

“I did, did you?”

He shrugged. “It was okay.” Meaning it ended the way it usually did. In fights and his mother’s tears.

He changed the subject to compliment her on her pretty dress and he was once again reminded how much he enjoyed making her flustered.

“Oh,” she breathed out, flattening her dress with her palms, “really? Thank you,” she said as if she hadn’t spent the whole day deciding on which dress Regulus would enjoy the most.

The conversation ebbed and flowed until Evan came back in, a group of people trailing behind him. She missed the way Regulus’ jaw clenched, but she felt his hand find her knee and she tried to control her urge to jump at his touch.

“Beer pong?” Evan asked, coming up behind them and wrapping an arm around Regulus’ neck. If she was being honest she had never played beer pong, but she didn’t feel like disclosing this information with either boy in front of her.

“No thanks,” Regulus said, pushing his friends arm off of himself.

“Why not? I need my beer pong partner,” Regulus rolled his eyes but she just giggled.

“Not drinking,” Regulus said, giving him a tight lipped smile. He wasn’t. He had decided just moments before everyone arrived that he would stay sober. He didn’t know what was going to happen tonight and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the pretty girl who actually liked him back, so it was much safer to stay sober.

“You’re no fun.” Evan turned to her as if he was going to ask her to play, but then it seemed he remembered who she was and turned back to Regulus. She was mildly offended, but she would have declined anyway so there was no use working herself up about it. “At least come cheer me on?”

Regulus wanted to stay there with her. If he was being honest, he wanted to take her back to his bedroom where there was no loud music or dirty, empty cups so it could be just the two of them. But maybe there was also a part of Regulus who didn’t want to get on Evan’s bad side just in case he forgot about the promise he had made.

“Fine.”

When he stood up she followed his actions and he took her hand in hers as they made their way to some of the chairs that were placed around the table.

“Regulus is usually my partner in beer pong,” Evan said to her as he let everyone else set up the game. “We’re the unbeatable duo.” Regulus turned to her and shook his head. “So don’t think you can steal my beer pong partner, okay?” He pointed his finger at her and she rolled her eyes at him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The game started even if Evan had to partner with some random guy she had never seen before and it was easy enough for her to grasp the concept of it within the first three throws.

Regulus kept his attention on her, making conersation about what she had done between the period between Christmas and New Years and she was laughing at something he said until Evan decided to make an appearance again.

“I lost,” he grumbled, taking a sip of his drink, “see what happens when I don’t have my usual partner?” He motioned towards her, but he still had his full cup in his hand so as he made the movement the drink spilled all over her dress.

She let out a tiny gasp, but someone had called Evan over for round two so he discarded the empty cup and walked away.

“Fucking hell,” Regulus cursed as he stood up, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just sticky.” She didn’t want to appear like she was whining, but she really wanted to whine. This was why she hated drunk people. They weren’t fun, they were stupid and now she was sticky.

Regulus’ first thought was to go to the kitchen to get some paper towel, but what was that going to do? Instead he took her hand and started walking her over to his room, murmuring out a, “don’t worry, we’ll fix it,” as she happily followed him.

When they got into his room he shut the door behind her and she couldn’t help but take it in. It was different to taking in someone’s childhood bedroom, but this still brought her insight into the life of Regulus Black and she was enjoying it.

There was only a small dresser against one of the walls and she assumed he didn’t have that many clothes here because as far as she was concerned, he mainly only spent his weekends here. His bed had a black bedspread on it and she took it all in as he went over to the dresser and got out some pants and a jumper.

“Here,” he said passing it to her, “you can change into these and I’ll get one of the house elves to wash your dress.”

She wanted to tell him that it was okay and that he didn’t have to do this for her. It was just some alcohol and she was wearing black so as soon as it dried you wouldn’t be able to tell. But she was sticky and she was already starting to feel cold from her wet dress, so she happily took them and got changed in the bathroom.

There was already a house elf waiting for her and her dress so she palmed it off to them and thanked them as she sat down on Regulus’ bed.

His jumper was too big on her and the arms fell way past her hands, and the pants weren’t much better, but it smelt like Regulus so she didn’t complain.

She had tied her hair back when she got changed and Regulus liked that he could see her face. He liked it so much that when she sat down, he sat down next to her and before he could even appreciate the way she looked in his clothes, he brought his lips onto hers.

He could feel her smile into the kiss and maybe that was why he grabbed onto the underside of her knees and pulled her closer to him. He felt her take in a sharp breath, but when he let his hands fall onto her thighs she seemed to relax.

She seemed to relax so much that she brought her arms to rest around his neck and Regulus wasn’t sure where it came from, but she tugged the ends of his hair and Regulus couldn’t help the small noise that left his lips.

He pulled back.

“Are you okay?”

She seemed confused by the lack of contact, but quickly smiled and nodded before leaning back in. Regulus didn’t want to, but he pulled back.

“I have to hear you say it.” She leant back and he sat back upright.

“I’m okay.” Regulus nodded. He wanted to ask where this was going. Was this going to be a makeout session or something more? If he was being honest, he was happy with either. Of course, there was one that he would have preferred, but he feared the only thing that would be in his mind would be the five hundred galleons and he didn’t really want it to effect his performance.

But she was eager so she leant back in and this time, Regulus’ hands found her face as he steaded himself. His thumb was caressing her cheekbone and he could basically feel her flutter against his touch.

If she was this confident then surely she had done something before?

Not that it mattered. There was no bet. Regulus wanted to do this because he wanted to do this. But apparently she could feel his hesitance because she pulled away and frowned.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” She had her head held up high, hoping to make it seem like her ego was not bruised, but Regulus didn’t miss the way the edges of her lips turned down into a small pout.

“No, I do!” He said, his palms resting flat on the blanket.

“It feels like you don’t want to.” Regulus respected her ability to talk about this, because he definitely couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her that he felt guilty everytime they kissed because all it did was bring back that stupid conversation he had had with Evan and he couldn’t tell her that he was scared to do this with her because he didn’t want to fuck it up and he wasn’t used to feeling this way when he had a pretty girl in his bed.

“I do,“ he murmured, deciding that speaking was a lot harder than everything else he wanted to do, so he brought his lips back onto hers and she was so taken aback that her body fell onto the soft mattress, letting out a noise of surprise as Regulus put his palms flat on either side of her head.

“I do,” he said once more before leaning back down to kiss her. Regulus was overreacting. He had imagined this scenario a few more times than he’d like to admit after he agreed to that stupid bet and if he was being honest, he wasn’t confident he’d be able to manifest it. But here she was, lying underneath him, wearing his clothes, and he wasn’t going to give up this opportunity over something as stupid as guilt.

Her arms went back around his neck and for some reason she bent her leg so her calf was touching his hip. Regulus had turned his light on when they both walked into the room, but he never found bright lights sexy so he had replaced it with a dim bulb that really set the mood.

The only sounds in the room were their deep breaths and Regulus letting out a low noise everytime she tugged at the back of his hairs. The party going on outside long forgotten.

She turned her head slightly as she brought her hands down to the bottom of the shirt he was wearing.

“Can I touch you?” She mumbled, but Regulus was already bringing one of his hands over hers and guiding it along his chest. Her touch was soft and as she raked her fingertips up his abdomen, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and a shiver shot down his spine.

Before she knew it, he was sitting up to take his shirt off and as he played with the end of his jumper that was keeping her warm and gave her a look requesting permission, she sighed.

“I guess it’s only fair.” But she made no effort to remove it, waiting for Regulus to bring his hands to the edge of his jumper and pull it over her head.

He hovered over her, pressing a trail of kisses up her abdomen until he reached the valley of her breasts. She was watching him. He was taking his time until he stopped and looked up at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured and she let out a small snicker.

“You can touch me.”

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to play with her breast while he continued his trail of gentle kisses.

She was exactly what Regulus thought she’d be like in bed. It seemed whatever reaction he got out of her she had to get out of him, and she didn’t play nice. Her hands were still resting on his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each movement. But her hands had a tendency to move down and play with the waistband of his pants, letting out a noncommittal ‘oops’ everytime it slipped down.

It wasn’t until she brought her hands down to the waistband of the pants she was wearing and muttered out an, “Off,” that Regulus really appreciated how sober he was.

There she was, lying underneath him in just her thong that wasn’t doing much to cover her and Regulus couldn’t help but think that he knew all along that this would happen.

When he was getting ready, putting on his best cologne just for her, he realised that he had been in a bit of a dry spell. He hadn’t had anyone over since she started at the office and Regulus’ hand just wasn’t doing it anymore.

And maybe he had already fucked this up by agreeing to the stupid bet, but he wasn’t going to make it worse by being intoxicated.

“Well?” She asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to touch-” Regulus brought his lips down onto hers and while he used one hand to keep himself steady, the other had gone straight to the flesh of her bum. He gave it a good squeeze and she squealed into the kiss making Regulus smirk.

So maybe he had thought about all the different ways he could shut her up and was eager to try them out, but really, he couldn’t help himself when she acted like this.

She hooked one of her legs around his hips again and Regulus decided to play her game and bring his hand down to the waistband of her pretty panties. He let the elastic snap against her hips as he pulled away and asked, “Is this okay?”

Not wanting to waste any time she nodded out a, “Yes, merlin, yes.”

Regulus liked that answer and he rewarded her by pushing the flimsy fabric to the side and rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb.

She let her head fall back as she let out a sigh of content and Regulus couldn’t help but admire her. How could he have never noticed her beauty before the- No. He wasn’t going to go there. Not when he was this close.

It didn’t take long until she opened her mouth and said, “I don’t think it’s fair you’re still half dressed.” So Regulus playfully rolled his eyes and took his pants off, feeling her eyes watch his every move as he reached over to his bedside table and pulled a square packet out of his drawer.

They made eye contact briefly as he opened the packet and she couldn’t help but comment.

“It concerns me that you had that ready to go.” Regulus smirked at her.

“It concerns me that you don’t think I take safe sex seriously.” She rolled her eyes at him and Regulus decided that he wanted to make her eyes roll for a different reason.

So he took his time, teasing her with his tip, waiting to see what she’d do. Regulus didn’t take her for a girl who liked to be teased. And he was right because eventually she let out a frustrated sigh and found his gaze.

“I’m losing patience Regu-” but she never got to finish her sentence because Regulus pushed his full length in and tried to act like he wasn’t bothered by the way she clenched around him.

“Sorry, what was that darling?” Her face was scrunched up in pleasure, but she still managed to send him a glare that made the words ice queen flash into his mind before he pushed it aside.

She was basically chanting his name and Regulus wasn’t afraid to lean down and moan in her ear as he pushed her hair aside and starting kissing along her jawline.

“Feel so good darling,” he moaned and when she clenched around him, they both let out a tiny whimper.

When finally his thrusts came to a crescendo Regulus made sure to pull back so he could see the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head and Regulus thought he could get used to that sight.

Her hands fisted his bedsheets and her legs, still wrapped around his waist, began to shake and Regulus kept praising her.

“There we go,” he murmured, as soon as her moans turned into little whines, letting him know she was close, “that’s a good girl.” He was glad he had cast a silencing charm when she went to the bathroom to get changed because apparently she had forgotten about the party going on downstairs. If they were deeper in their relationship, it would be something he’d tease her about, he thought.

He cooed at her, pushing the hair that was sticking to her forehead behind her ear. “Such a good girl.” She lent her head into his hand, letting him cup the side of her face, “did so well.” Her body shivered at his words and Regulus made a mental note that she liked to be praised. Of course. He thought.

But now came the part he usually hated. It was fine hooking up with a girl he barely knew. He definitely didn’t talk to them like he was talking to her. But then when all of their muscles felt like jelly and Regulus had discarded any of the evidence, he didn’t know what to do.

Usually the girls got up, went to the bathroom and started getting dressed, but all she did was bring herself up to rest on her elbows, eyes trained on his movements.

He came back to sit down next to her and she sat up straight, pulling his blankets up with her.

“Are you cold?” She asked, moving the blanket slightly as an implicit invitation.

He wasn’t. He felt like his body was still on fire and he wasn’t sure he’d ever cool down. But he pulled the blanket up so he could sit next to her and he liked the way she smiled when the flesh of their legs touched the other.

“Do you think it’s a problem that we work together?” She asked as Regulus brought a hand over to pat down her hair.

“I don’t think so,” he murmured, “we have the same role.” She seemed to melt under his touch and when he was satisfied that her hair was neat, she brought her head to rest on his bare shoulder.

She let out a satisfied sigh and Regulus found her hand under the blankets. Regulus was sure this was the quietest he had ever heard her and he wasn’t complaining. He was happy to sit with her in this comfortable silence, it was what he had wanted all night.

But then her tummy grumbled and she let out a giggly apology, but Regulus was raised right so he got out of bed, put his clothes on, gave her forehead a quick kiss and then went to go find some food for her.

She copied his actions once he left, finding her discarded clothes and putting them back on before awkwardly sitting back on his bed.

She wasn’t naive. She knew what Regulus’ reputation was, but she hoped that he was different with her. Hoped that she wasn’t just a name to add to his list.

Because the more she recalled the events that had occurred less than half an hour ago, the more she knew that Regulus was probably her best. Not that she had had as much as experienced as she believed Regulus to have, but she had enough to feel confident in her actions.

She almost fell down the hole of thinking about the people Regulus had been with in the past who were probably a lot more experienced and confident than she was, but Regulus opened the door with a pizza and some water bottles in one hand and her clean dress hanging in the other.

“Thanks,” she said, as Regulus passed her the thin material that was her dress and sat down on the floor with his pizza. She copied his actions, sitting cross legged opposite him as he opened the box and offered her a slice.

He smiled at her, pushing down whatever was threatening to come out of his throat.

“Where have you been?” Evan had queeried when he found Regulus in the kitchen. He was much more drunk than when Regulus had left him and Regulus briefly wondered how many games of beer pong he had lost.

Regulus didn’t answer.

“You were with the ice queen weren’t you?” And even though that name had flashed in his mind mere minutes before, Regulus scowled at his friend, offended on behalf of her for the stupid nickname.

“Shut up,” Regulus mumbled, but he wasn’t sure his friend heard him. Regulus was still sorting out the pizza situation, refusing to make eye contact with his friend, but that didn’t deter Evan who got up close to Regulus’ face and gave him a suspicious look.

“Your hair’s a little messy mate,” Evan commented and Regulus kept his features hard. “And you have a little mark on your neck.” Evan went to touch it but Regulus slapped his hand away.

“Stop,” he said, his voice low as he already knew where this was going to do.

“You did it, didn’t you?” Evan asked. “You fucked the ice queen!”“Shut up!” Regulus exclaimed, sober enough to understand how loud his idiotic friend was being.

“I can’t believe you did it mate,” he clapped Regulus on the back, “and still with a month to go.”

“No,” Regulus almost growled, “I told you, it’s not a bet anymore.”

“‘Cause poor little Reggie caught feelings, didn’t he?” Regulus didn’t have the fight in him to push his friends arm off of him, so he stood still, tense under his touch. “Mate, I think anyone who has feelings for our ice queen could do with five hudnred galleons for his troubles, don’t worry, I’ll work it out.”

Evan winked at him and Regulus knew his friend was drunk. He knew that Evan wasn’t thinking straight and he was slurring his words, but drunk Evan sounded an awful lot like sober Evan so Regulus gripped his shoulders tightly and spoke through gritted teach when he said, “I’m serious Evan. Let the bet go.”

He paused after each word to really get his point across and when he let go of his friend, Evan rubbed at his shoulders.

“Merlin, mate, I think I get the message.” But before either of them could continue, a pretty girl Regulus had never seen before came over and dragged Evan away.

Regulus hoped that his ears weren’t still red as he sat in front of his own pretty girl, trying to enjoy the pizza.

It was only eleven o’clock and Regulus wasn’t willing to give up their safe space just yet.

“Who knew that I’d ever enjoy your company this much?” She asked almost sheepishly after she finished her first slice of pizza.

Regulus bit back a smirk.

“C’mon,” he complained, “I was never that bad.” He wanted to say he was never as bad as her, but he wasn’t sure how she’d react.

She gave him a pointed look.

“Remember that time you didn't speak to me for a whole month during our Prefect duties?.” She was laughing and although Regulus wanted to wince at the memory, he couldn’t help but join in with her giggles.

“I was mad because you benched me during Quidditch practice.”

“Because you stayed with Evan for the first ten minutes of practice.”

Regulus couldn’t argue with that so he gave her a teasing glare, knowing that she had won but refusing to admit it.

“I couldn’t have anyone being insubordinate,” she said, sitting up straighter and making Regulus laugh.

“And yet I was the only one who ever seemed to be punished for it.”

“Because you were the only one who ever went against me.” Somehow she had moved her head closer to his and when he retorted back, “Because believe it or not, you’re not always right,” his head had somehow found it’s way closer to hers.

“Whatever,” she teased, moving away and breaking the moment as she went for another piece of pizza.

When they finished their pizza and their conversation recalling all of their bickering had subsided, Regulus asked if she wanted to go back outside to the party.

Her eyes glanced back to the dress that was laid back down on his bed.

“You can stay in these if you want,” Regulus offered. He understood that they were probably a lot warmer and comfortable than the tight dress she was wearing. “But it would be a shame to let this dress go to waste after the house elf washed it for you.”

She scoffed at him as he sat down on his bed and she leaned over to grab the dress.

“Yes,” she said, “I’m sure that’s what you’re worried about. The house elf.”

He gave her a faux innocent look.

"I’ve noticed your eyes do have a bit of a wandering problem.” She squinted her eyes at him accusingly and Regulus’ heart skipped a beat. Maybe she wasn’t as oblivious as he thought she was.

“I have no idea what you mean,” he said, trying to remain confident.

“Really?” She teased, standing in front of him and crossing her arms over her chest while he looked up at her. “Do you remember that loose top I wore to work?” She asked, leaning down so her head was closer to his. “The white one that buttoned all the way up to my neck?”

“It did not button all the way up to your neck.” She smirked at him, chuckling a little as he realised what he had just admitted to.

“Exactly.” And with that she walked into his bathroom to go get changed back into the dress.

It occurred to her that she didn’t really have anything to hide from Regulus anymore, but she was glad he let her walk away with only a defeated chuckle in response.

“Thanks for the clothes,” she said, passing the folded clothes back to Regulus who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Anytime,” he said, placing them next to him as she lent down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Instinctively, he brought a hand down to the flesh of her bum and gave it a slight pinch that made her make out a noise of surprise as she pulled away and smoothed down her dress.

Regulus stood up to put his clothes away, but still took the time to look her up and down, taking in her slightly messy hair and pretty dress.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “my eyes do have a wandering problem.” She laughed, a proper laugh that made Regulus smile as he put his clothes away.

They made their way back downstairs, her hand in Regulus’ as he led her into the sea of people, barely half an hour left until they would welcome in the new year.

“There they are.” Usually, she would have felt the way that Regulus’ hand tensed around hers, but she was distracted as she turned around to find Evan, drunkenly stumbling his way over to them. “What did you two crazy kids get up to?”

Regulus’ life was flashing before his eyes. This was it, he thought. He came this far, but the truth always gets let out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she scoffed, stepping away from Evan who went to lean on her in his drunken state. He almost fell over, but one of the guys standing next to them caught him just in time.

Evan scoffed back, his mouth already twisting into a nasty shape as he opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a pretty girl was coming up and clinging onto his arm.

Maybe if Evan wasn’t so drunk, he would have had enough time to get out his retort and still turn to the pretty girl next to him, but fortunately, he was very drunk and the retort was lost on his lips the second the girl whined out his name.

“I bet I can beat you at beer pong one more time before the new year.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Evan chuckled, “that’s so cute.” He turned around and let her drag him to the beer pong table making her turn to Regulus.

“I hope she demolishes him.” Regulus laughed before leading her to an empty lounge, relief flooding through his body. “No offence, but the more I learn about the two of you, the less I understand how you’re friends.” Regulus wanted to keep laughing. He wanted to tell her that she was right, they were quite the opposite, but five hundred galleons flashed into his mind and he couldn’t confidently tell her that he was any better than his stupid friend.

“It’s the friends from birth thing,” he shrugged but unfortunately, she wasn’t in the mood to let the topic drop.

“Yeah, but no offence,” she repeated in a way that Regulus didn’t really believe she didn’t want to cause offence, “he’s a pig.” It was here that she stopped herself. She could have continued and said how she despised the way he talked about girls, but then it crossed her mind that Regulus probably already knew how he talkaed about girls.

“And I call him out on it,” Regulus defended. She nodded thinking that that was a good answer. At least Regulus wore his philandering ways a bit better than his friend.

Regulus changed the subject. He wasn't sure he could spend another second on this topic without bursting from guilt and she was glad that her mind was distracted from thinking about Regulus’ past hookups.

They talked until it was a minute to midnight and everyone started to crowd around and start their countdown. Neither of them moved from their spot on the lounge, but she did place her hand closer to Regulus so their fingertips were touching.

When there were ten seconds left, Regulus intertwined their fingers and brought his face closer to hers. And on three he brought their lips together, too impatient to wait for one.

This was a great way to start the new year.

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black blurb #regulus black anst #regulus black series #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders blurb #marauders angst #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter blurb #harry potter angst #rb #rbi #rba

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thefreeblog · 2 years

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Not exactly an ask. Just an idea I wanna share cause I'm too shy to post this on my own blog. So I'll tell you instead, since you're one of my favorite bloggers here. Also because you are nice and I like you.

So, my philosophy teacher said in class the other day that some religions around the world that believe in rebirth think that the soul only rebirths if it is not satisfied with the life it lived. And it will keep rebirthing(is this even a word?) until it is satisfied. That's why inner peace is a big concept among these religions.

So, my brain immediately went, "How do I make this about VegasPete?"

And so here it goes:

Imagine Vegas sitting on their living room couch with a book in hand. He takes his eyes off his book momentarily and they land on the person next to him. Pete. Cradling a pillow and fast asleep even though he told Vegas he wasn't sleepy when Vegas asked him mere five minutes ago.

The Drama playing on the TV is white noise to Vegas as he inspects this wonderous person next to him. Every time he catches Pete when he is not paying attention, Vegas falls in love with him all over again. His chest feels heavy, his breathing gets shallow, and he just realizes all over again how unworthy he is of this man.

But this time he remembers something he heard in a sermon once. Something about unsatisfied souls being rebirthed until they achieve inner peace. And he thinks how his soul would never be satisfied of loving Pete. How it would take him a hundred lifetimes to make this man next to him understand just how much he means to Vegas.

Vegas sighes to himself before swiping Pete's fringes away from his forehead and planting a soft kiss there. He hopes maybe just maybe Pete feels the same way too. So that they can keep ending up together in every rebirth. Over and over again.

Anon.. oh my god thanks so much *blushing* love you back

So, my brain immediately went, "How do I make this about VegasPete?"

Same bestie same. If this is not me. I am telling you, I do this in every damn thing. My life now is Vegas Pete brain rot nothing else.

Philosophy?? I was so happy reading you study philosophy too, I have studied it too… Aaah.. it was one of my favorite subjects to learn.

So the concept that you are talking about is called Moksha (which means freedom from the cycle of life). It’s a concept believed mostly in Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism, and Sikhism. The rebirth concept is that every living body has a soul. If you have lived an unfulfilled life and you have any desires left when you die your soul acquires a different body and takes birth again. And goes through the life cycle again. When you break free from this cycle of rebirth (called samsara) you attain moksha.

The ultimate goal is to attain Moksha and to stop the suffering (physical and emotional) you endure while you are living. Hence often after anyone dies who believes in these religions, people often pray that they attain moksha. (it’s RIP equivalent but the exact opposite in meaning).

Now coming to Vegas Pete. I can very well picture them spending a lazy day together on the couch, in complete silence and not even talking being in utter bliss. It’s so them.

In Thailand, the majority population follows Buddhism as a way of life, so it’s so likely Vegas and Pete believe in the concept of rebirth. But when you love someone deeply and wholly you generally pray for them to attain moksha( because that’s the ultimate goal of life). But in Buddhism, there is another concept where they say that if a couple follows the same faith, has the same virtuous behavior, (this is highly doubtful in the case of VP *mafia laugh*), has the same wisdom and their minds are in tune every step of the way they will go through each life together and attain moksha together. There are certain rituals/ chanting you can follow to ascertain this. (this concept is quite common in lots of South Asian countries).

This was the exact concept they tried to show in the doing merits together scene.

So we already know that Vegas is doing all the things possible to make sure Pete stays with him in all his future lives. And when they are free they will be together there too.

Ahhhh.. they are so extra your honor..

Thanks for this ask anon. I love talking about different cultures and their significance to people in different parts of the world.

#vegas x pete #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #buddhism #lets do merits together is new i love you #anon asks

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there-was-a-hole-here-itsgonenow · 1 year

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We saw the HSM 2 Troy/Gabriella and Byler side-by-side last year.

And, due to being on a Disney-related trip with my brother and his girlfriend recently while HSM music blasted in the car (courtesy of his girlfriend), I thought back to the above and started thinking about what other potential HSM references would be great to get in s5.

Specifically from the third and final film soundtrack.

Just Wanna Be With You:

So the HSM 2 reference we got for s4 was Troy and Gabriella splitting up for a bit after some bad miscommunication (to sum it up simply). From HSM 3 we have “Just Wanna Be With You,” the couple’s concluding romantic song for the series. And it’s so, so sweet and what Mike and Will deserve to communicate to each other. But more than that, there’s so much of the song that just fits the dynamic they have had from the start! A dynamic that we on this tag know so well!

Read some of these lyrics and just envision Byler TwT:

“We're being pulled

A hundred different directions

But whatever happens

I know I've got you

You're on my mind

You're in my heart

It doesn't matter where we are

We'll be alright

Even if we're miles apart

All I wanna do

Is be with you, be with you

There's nothing we can't do

I just wanna be with you, only you

No matter where life takes us

Nothing can break us apart

You know it's true

I just wanna be with you”

…

“You know how life can be

It changes over night

It's sunny then raining

But it's alright

A friend like you

Always makes it easy

I know that you get me

Every time

Through every up

Through every down

You know I'll always be around

Through anything you can count on me”

I have… so many feelings about this song for Byler. Something I love is that Troy and Gabriella are in love with each other and the song establishes they are friends too. We all know that’s one of the best parts of Mike and Will’s relationship: their friendship!! Their friendship will be at the core of their romance! And just ‘understanding/getting each other and falling back on each other’ and being in each other’s minds and hearts… It’s everything they have but deserve more of too! In truly getting to be together as friends and more than friends!

Not to mention life changing overnight, ups and downs… but they have the ability to make things easier on each other (when subtracting miscommunication and societal norms getting in the way, Mike and Will are able to open up and lean on each other in ways they can’t with anyone else). And what is all Will wants to do? Play DnD with Mike in his basement for the rest of his life. He just wants to be with him 🥲

Also just… IMAGINE getting anything resembling sequences like this for s5 Byler:

(Fanfic balcony wishes)

(This is while they are singing “I just want to be with you”)

(And this lil scene involves playing around with paint; I can’t dEAL!! The vision is there and it’s so precious!!!)

In conclusion: more HSM Byler would be very welcomed!!!!

The Boys are Back:

This is me wanting to be spoiled with OG Party scenes. But seriously though!! This song works for the Party! The whole song is about Troy and Chad thinking back on their childhoods and reliving the pretend games they played as kids—like detectives, spies, and superheroes. We even get a flash of their younger selves!

You can spin some of the lyrics to meaningfully fit the context of the Party (but unlike playing pretend games as kids and teens, the Party’s DnD games keep manifesting into reality). Some of the best ones include:

“Take it back to the place when

You know it all began

We can be anything we wanna be

You can tell by the noise that

The boys are back again

Together making history”

“Here to change the world

To solve the mystery

Fight the battle

Save the girl…

No one can stop us now

We’re the ones that make the rules”

Of course they’re [now] all back in the same place everything began, Hawkins (more full circle relation). Changing the world in the way ‘classic’ heroes do: solving mysteries and fighting battles (both Vecna-related + Will’s painting), but also saving/helping save [Max]. I believe the victories in each example will come because the ‘rules’ (Vecna’s ways of order) are going to be flipped and fought against.

More to be said here but the above speaks for itself. Overall, the main thought is our boys are coming back together again and will make some history. The song is framed as confident and assured, as if a big bad will be overcome. I love the thought of this for the Party!

Scream:

And this one, I feel, fits Mike the most. In HSM 3, this song is about Troy feeling torn about what to do with his life after highschool: go with a basketball scholarship his father has always forced on him or a Juliard scholarship he didn’t apply for. He’s having an absolute mental breakdown trying figure out what he’ll do, a big emphasis being that he wants his own personal choice without feeling forced one way or another. Not to mention, worried about being separated from Gabriella as she got accepted to a college far away from either college option he’s being presented.

With lyrics like these, it’s not hard to associate them with Mike at all (too many feel so on-the-nose too):

“Voices in my head

Tell me they know best

Got me on the edge

They're pushin', pushin', they're pushin'

I know they've got a plan

But the ball's in my hands

This time is man-to-man

I'm drivin', fightin', inside of

A world that's upside down”

…

“I don't know where to go

What's the right team

I want my own thing

So bad I'm gonna scream

I can't chose, so confused

What's it all mean

I want my own dream

So bad I'm gonna scream!

I'm kicking down the walls

I gotta make them fall

Just break through them all

I'm punchin', crushin', I'm gonna

Fight to find myself

Me, and no one else

Which way, I can't tell

I'm searchin', searchin', can't find a

Way that I should turn

I should, to right or left, it

It's like nothing works

Without you”

(This next part is just… scarily beyond fitting)

“… the clock's running down,

Hear the crowd getting loud

I'm consumed by the sound!

Is it her?

Is it love?

Can the music ever be enough?”

Truly… do I even need to explain that? Any of this for ST context?? Mike not only trying to find himself but trying to fight for it… all this on-the-money Vecna and Vecna’d correlation… Not to mention the part about wanting his own ‘dream’—as if dreams already aren’t a huge theme in ST! There’s just so much in the realm of possibility with “Scream”!

Let me put emphasis on this scene too:

“A world that's upside down

It's spinning faster

What do I do now

Without you?”

If this were a reference for a Mike scene… god just think of the serious angst this could entail. Especially if Mike and Will got separated or during Mike’s Vecna’d scenario (playing upon his fear of losing Will all over again). In some version of the UD, physical or metaphorical, perhaps in a situation that has Mike trapped and stuck, yet he is mustering the power to fight back despite being overwhelmed! So, so many possibilities with what we know, especially with a focus on Mike’s mental health in mind.

I swear if I see anything resembling the above scene, lyrics, or anything from this sequence in s5 for Mike, I will lose what little mind I have left.

Troy is even wearing the number 14 on his jersey!!!!C’mon!! It’s right there all gift-wrapped for us!!!

#gimmie 7+7 all day long and forever #this is all one big cluster of speculation and wishful thinking but due to hsm 2 being present in s4…#I wouldn’t dismiss possibilities #just thoughts and feelings and I just think a lil more hsm for st and byler isn’t a bad idea AT ALL #byler #hsm byler #hsm stranger things #st5 hopes #st5 speculation

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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of course you do

Pairing: (Roommate!)Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,884

Warnings: slight smut in the middle containing oral (f receiving) and p in v; the rest is fluff.

Summary: The one where reader braids Bucky's hair.

A/N: so I'm kinda terrible at summaries.. and plotting. I saw the art and I did what any person with a heart would, I kept picturing situations where Bucky gets his hair braided. This is bad but Please enjoy:' xx.

Beautiful Bucky art is by the amazing @yourecutejeans thank you so much for letting me use your drawing 💜

Bucky smiled lovingly as he sat down on the chair before the mirror, his eyes and hers meeting before she smiled back. He was so handsome and he was all hers. They stayed like that for a second, her fingers just playing with his loose hair and they knew they were both thinking of the same days and the same moments.

Bucky was a great roommate. Her great roommate. He was respectful, never a pervert, cleaned up after himself and his cat. He would even pick up his cat's white hairs one by one whenever they stuck to her part of the couch. He was never noisy, never came home with a girl, and never invaded her privacy in any way. He'd even put in his headphones when she'd go to the bathroom for number 2 because she told him once she couldn't really go if she kept thinking someone could possibly hear her. Her previous roommates could care less about her weird pooping anxiety, but not Bucky. Bucky was perfect.

Accordingly, it took her a short time to befriend and bond with the shy man and his cat; took even shorter for her to develop feelings for him. She would turn down fun outings and blind dates to stay in with Bucky and quietly watch some rom-com he's never seen before just to gauge his reaction when her favourite scenes came on.

“Hey, Buck," she called one day with a mischievous smile on her lips, shifting on her feet as she stood by the doorframe of her bedroom.

"Hmm," Bucky replied without looking up from his phone.

"Aaaare you busy right now?" She asked, swinging her feet.

"No?" Bucky looked at her and raised an eyebrow. And oh boy, he knew that smile.

"Can you help me with something?" She bit her lip.

"I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this." He shook his head when he saw her smile get bigger.

"Maybe not." She tilted her head, keeping her smile.

"Then no."

"But Buuuuck. Remember when you were out of town and I was on a date and instead of having a good time you called and sent me home to feed Alpine?" She whined.

"You didn't even like that guy I basically saved you! And you love Alpine." Bucky argued, pointing his finger to the white feline licking up its leg.

"Still. Who left their date and came back home?" She pouted.

"Fine, what do you want?"

"Wantyoutoletmebraidyourhair." Words flew out of her mouth as she failed to control her enthusiasm.

"Try slower."

"Can I please braid your hair?"

"What! No!"

"But Buuuuck-" she whined, almost stomping her feet.

"No! Don't Buck me. I am not letting you braid my hair," Bucky told her with a firm face before looking back at his phone, not wanting to see her pouty lips.

"But Buuuck-" She started again but was quickly stopped by his glare.

"I promise I won't mess it up. I've watched the video like a hundred times," she begged and he gazed up again.

She smiled and crossed her heart, making Bucky sigh.

"Fine, come here. Let's get this over with." He agreed and then winced at the squeal she gave in celebration.

"I'll be right back." She ran back into her room to get her special brushes and the box of clear, tiny elastics along with that of the poppy pins.

Bucky chuckled at her behavior, his heartbeats speeding up when he realized he'd just agreed to at least 30 minutes of her brushing, touching, and braiding his hair.

Just how long would he have to go on without telling her how he felt? He could never do it. She was too good for him, too bright, too lively for a hundred+ year old grump like himself. She would never feel the same about him.

On the other side of the wall, she stood before her dresser, smiling to herself in the mirror like an idiot as she tried to regulate her own hammering heartbeats.

After setting the needed tools beside her on the couch, she made Bucky sit on the floor between her legs with his back to the couch. Jesus Christ was he handsome; even the back of his head did things to her. Everything about the man was beautiful.

She ran her fingers through Bucky's hair and it was soft. She almost melted at the feel of it. Oh, how she would love to pull on that hair while Bucky railed her-

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, just trying to choose a brush."

She started by dividing Bucky's hair into two sections. She bit her lip before picking up her favourite brush and started gently combing his hair, walking the brush through the brown locks from the tips up to loosen any knots here or there.

Bucky's hair was so smooth and it smelled of the coconut oil she bought him - and basically forced him to use - a couple of months ago. It took her everything not to drop her head forward and bury her nose in his hair or kiss the top of his head.

She pretended she was checking for knots and kept carding her fingers through Bucky's hair over and over, barely restraining herself from scratching his scalp.

And Bucky was just trying not to lean into her touch; not to let himself moan or purr at how tenderly she was handling his hair.

Bucky trusted her to know what she was doing and went back to staring at his phone for a better distraction. Much to her discontent, he was checking his Tinder account.

"Stop moving so much!" Her nimble fingers tightly grabbed on the strands between them, not wanting to lose track of the French braid she'd diagonally started on the right side of the top of Bucky's head.

"Ow! Don't pull!" He whined when his head was yanked back.

"Sorry, just stop shaking your head in shock over Tinder texts every five seconds." She chuckled, trying to mask any jealousy that might be apparent in her tone.

Who did these girls think they were sending her Bucky such sinful messages? And who did she think she was to call him her Bucky, even in her head?

"Hey! You aren't supposed to look at my phone!" Bucky tried to turn to her, but her big toe poked his side in warning for him not to do so.

"I'm not." She shrugged, carefully adding a small section of hair to one strand before crossing it over the strand in the middle and repeating with the further and third strand.

"You were though," Bucky mumbled, scrolling down his messages, trying to find a normal, decent one.

"Why do you even have the app if you don't ever use it!" She asked in frustration, going back with the strand between her fingers because she almost messed up.

"Maybe I'll use it tonight. She looks cute," Bucky muttered, holding up the phone for her to see the smiling selfie of a brunette.

"Nah." She denied, trying to focus on correctly crossing each strand over the other.

"Blue is definitely her colour," Bucky mumbled while checking out another photo of his Tinder match in blue bikinis, earning himself another hair pull.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." She smirked, shrugging in fake apology.

"Are you jealous, doll?" Bucky smirked.

"Excuse you?" She laughed, hoping he couldn't hear how loud her heart was beating behind his head. She was jealous and she couldn't get caught being jealous.

"I'm just saying, someone seems bitter because they haven't gotten any in a while." Bucky shrugged jokingly.

"And whose fault is that?" She grinned in relief.

"Don't you dare say Alpine's."

"I was gonna say yours actually."

"Yeah, okay, blame it on me." Bucky teased, not noticing her face scrunching up in a frown as she watched his thumbs hovering over the keyboard, contemplating whether or not to message the blue bikini girl back, or the smile that replaced that frown when he decided not to and closed the app.

"Do you wanna watch a movie tonight? I think 27 Dresses is next on the list." He suggested instead, carefully throwing his head back on one of her thighs, soft, blue eyes awaiting her response.

Nearing the end of the braid, she let him lean back and let herself look into his beautiful eyes for a second.

"But I thought blue was her colour." She bit back a smile, fingers still tangled in his hair.

"And annoying is yours." Bucky huffed, turning his head back, crossing his muscular arms over his chest like a big baby.

"You love me." She didn't care how evident her smile was in her voice as she fetched a clear elastic from the box to secure the end of the braid.

"I do." Bucky sighed, wishing she knew the actual amount of truth those two words carried.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She threw back playfully, gathering his hair in her hands to roll it before twisting it into a bun.

Bucky chuckled at her response, moving his head from side to side.

"Stop shaking your head!" She tsked and Bucky stilled in place, letting her continue to handle his hair.

She held the low bun in place before slipping three poppy pins in Bucky's hair, fixing it in.

"Okay okay, I'm done. Turn around." Bucky twisted his body and turned to see her proud smile and couldn't help but smile back.

She was so cute when she was excited. He'd let her braid his hair every day forever if it meant he could see that smile.

"How does it look?" He wondered, one hand resting on her knee.

"Beautiful! It looks so good!" She said, happiness flooding her senses as she took in the beautiful man before her, holding up her square mirror for him to take a look.

Bucky stared at his reflection, lost in thought as his eyes fixated on the braid adorning the side of his head without really seeing it.

"You don't like it." Her smile dropped and her hands dropped the mirror, her thumbnail starting to pick on the tips of her fingers.

Bucky snapped out of his head when the mirror shifted from its place and he could no longer look at himself.

"What? No, no, doll, I like it. It looks perfect."

"You're just saying that." She pouted, putting the mirror beside her, and retracted her legs from around him, bringing them up to cross on the couch.

Her thumb scratched harder on the tips of her fingers as all excitement left her.

"No, doll, for real. I love it." Bucky reassured her, getting up on his knees, his hands taking hold of hers and stopping her nervous habit.

"Thank you." He surprised her and himself when he bowed forward, pressing his lips to the palms of her hands.

A big smile, accompanied by faint redness came back to her cheeks before her hand came up to pull out a few strands to frame Bucky's face, "you do?"

"I do." Bucky smiled back, internally content he could bring that smile back to her face.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She teased, her hand slapping his sassily as he laughed.

"Do the one you did the first time you braided my hair," Bucky said when he saw her struggling to decide on a way to do his hair.

"You sure? I learned a lot more complicated ones after. I had a great volunteer to practice on." She smiled warmly, her hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure. I want the one that started it all." Bucky nodded, returning her smile, tilting his head to kiss her hand on his shoulder.

From that day on, she became Bucky's free, personal hair braider (if that was a thing). Bucky let her do his hair whenever she wanted, even asking her on his own a few times too.

One of those times was before a date he was set up to go on. She didn't know how to say no to him or what her reason would be when refusing, but she wasn't just about to braid Bucky for him to go impress another girl either.

"What are you doing?!" Bucky asked when he saw her collection of nail polish sprawled on the mattress of her bed as she sat there cross-legged with one bottle in her hand.

"Painting my nails?"

"Why would you do that now! The date is in 30 minutes and I was counting on you to do my hair!"

"I'm sorry, Buck. I guess I forgot. Looks good though." She gave an apologetic smile and Bucky huffed before pulling his hair in a messy bun and leaving the house.

"I didn't forget," she said, keeping her eyes on the developing braid in her hands.

"What?" Bucky raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

"That time you needed me to braid your hair and I started putting nail polish on and said I forgot. I didn't."

Warmth flooded Bucky's heart at her admission and he smiled, waiting for her to continue.

"I didn't want you to go on that date." She confessed, crossing strands over one another with professionalism.

"I didn't."

"What?!" She laughed, finally meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"I took it as a bad sign that you couldn't braid my hair that day and decided not to go."

"What did you do instead? You came home at like 11 that night!"

"Hung out with Sam." He shrugged sheepishly.

"You were head over heels for me long before you told me, weren't you?" Bucky teased.

"Shut up. I still am."

"Bucky." He heard her call, her voice choked with tears, and his heart dropped.

"Doll, are you okay?" Bucky asked her, pulling her to his chest the second she entered his room.

"No." She cried, her hands clutching his shirt as she wrapped her arms around him.

"What is it, doll? Who do I need to punch?" Bucky rubbed her back and she laughed.

"My uterus." She sniffed, burying her face further in his chest.

"Aw, I'm sorry, doll. Do you need me to get you some painkillers?" Bucky asked, his large hand rubbing up and down her lower back, knowing it aches with the rest of her body during this time of the month.

"No." He felt her shake her head, sighing into his shirt, "already took them."

"Anything I can do?"

"Let me braid your hair?" Teary eyes gazed up at him and he let his thumb touch her warm cheek.

"Anything for you, doll." Bucky smiled, patting her back gently when she hugged him again.

"Really?" Her muffled voice asked.

"Really. I like it when you do my hair." Bucky rubbed her back.

"You do?" She smiled, sniffing again.

"I do." Bucky smiled back, swiping his thumb above her lips.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome," she replied, hugging Bucky tighter, feeling his chest shake with a laugh.

Having her braid his hair was their routine now. It was grounding to him and calming to her and connecting to both of them.

"How do I look?" Bucky asked her when she was done turning around.

"You look amazing because I did your hair." She tapped his nose, closing her eyes in fake arrogance.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." He chuckled, ready to get up from the floor.

"Wait though, lemme just…" She caught him when he was still on his knees to pull out the little hairs she pulls to frame his face.

The heat of Bucky's stare as he watched her play with the strands had her lower her hands silently and just stare back. Warm, cerulean eyes were pouring love into hers and she couldn't stop herself from dropping her gaze to Bucky's pink lips.

Bucky was so beautiful, and she'd waited for so long that she hadn't one single ounce of rationality to hold her back. Her period and hormones weren't helping either. Her hand cupped Bucky's cheek before she could think too much and she pressed her lips to his.

Bucky's body tensed for a short second but soon his eyes were closing and his mouth was moving against hers like her lips were made just to be kissed by his. It was soft and intimate and real. When she pulled away to breathe Bucky pulled her back to him by her chin, tasting her lips one more time to make sure it was actually happening before he let her have her oxygen.

"I've been waiting so long to do that." She breathed, smiling shyly.

"Me too." Bucky blushed.

"Really? You- You feel the same way?" Both her eyes and smile widened.

"I do." He nodded, his hand cupping her cheek, bringing his mouth closer to his.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She sighed on his lips and Bucky laughed, throwing his head back. She pulled him to her by his dog tags, kissing him deeply.

She wished she'd kissed him sooner because now she couldn't stop. She wasn't going to stop, and neither was Bucky. They had a lot to make up for.

"What's going on with you today?"

Bucky was nervous. They've been dating for two years; living together for three and a half and Bucky was ready to have a lifetime with her. She was his everything. He wanted exactly what they had now but wanted it all to be official.

Bucky cleared his throat. "Nothing.”

"What did you do, Buck? " She asked with a kind smile.

"I didn’t do anything," Bucky lied.

She raised an eyebrow, her knowing stare telling him to 'out with it'.

He sighed, slipping the cap off his head, “I tried braiding my hair and messed up.” He bit down.

“That’s okay. I can fix it. Come here.” She made grabby hands at his larger frame.

Bucky got on his knees before where she sat on the couch to let her have a look at his hair. A poorly braided braid existed across the back of his head. She smiled at her man’s lack of talent before letting her fingers slip through the braid to uncross the strands. When she was untangling the last bit of the braid, she noticed something shiny wrapped in the hairs. Did Bucky try using hairpins too? He was adorab- wait a minute.

That was no hairpin she was looking at.

“Buck?” Her voice shook as she glided the most beautiful ring she’s ever laid eyes on down the hair strand.

“Is that why you were so nervous to ask me to redo the braid?” She asked, trying to tease the man but her eyes were already welling up.

Bucky nodded. "Because I wanna ask you to do it forever," he said, turning around to meet her with a nervous smile, slipping his hair behind his ear.

"Bucky," she was crying; she couldn't be happier that the only man she'd wholeheartedly chosen was now choosing her too, for life.

"I thought I was done living... Before I met you, I thought it was no use looking for love or waiting for it to find me. I didn't believe it was still possible for someone like me to have or deserve it. I thought my life was over years ago and that there was no use trying. But then I moved in with you, doll. You made me want to wake up every morning. You brought the light with you every time you smiled at me whenever I walked through that door. You were the sun that kept lighting up my moon. You are my world, baby. You mean everything to me. I knew love and remembered life with you, doll. So…"

Bucky looked down at the ring nestled in the open palm of her right hand, then back up at her eyes.

"Will you do me the honor of braiding my hair till I no longer have any? Will you marry me, doll?" Bucky finally asked the question.

"Yes, Bucky, yes. A million times yes!" She nodded, crying in her hand before Bucky took it gently and slipped the elegant, diamond ring on her finger.

"I love you so much," Bucky said, wiping his own tears, kissing her hand.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She cried harder, still emotional, making Bucky laugh and hold her to his chest.

"I love you too, I love you so much," she mumbled, tracing his jaw.

"I know, doll." Bucky wiped her tears away, tenderly kissing her lips.

"I gotta go get ready," she said after pinning the last bobby pin in Bucky's bun, kissing his head.

"I can't wait to marry you." He held her hand and stood up before she could leave for the door.

"Just let me go throw on my white dress real quick and you won't have to wait anymore." She smiled, the pads of her fingers tracing his black bow tie.

He grinned to himself in the mirror after she left, trying to wrap his mind around how lucky he was as he remembered sweet moments of his own.

"Bucky!" She moaned aloud, probably waking up Alpine as well as a few neighbours with her constant shouting.

She was on the verge of her third orgasm and Bucky wasn't letting up. What could he do? He just loved pleasuring his girl.

"Right there," she whined, arching her back to press her mound more to his lips, her hands buried in his hair, ruining the fine work she'd done on it earlier, "please."

"Cum for me, doll. Let me feel this pussy quiver on my tongue."

Bucky's words were enough to have her pussy doing just that. She cried out his name as her fingers harshly grabbed his hair. Bucky kept licking, moaning at the taste of all that she gave him until her legs stopped shaking.

She closed her eyes as she took her breath. She was exhausted and it was late.

"Don't you fall asleep on me now, doll. I need to be inside you." Bucky pumped his length and kneeled closer.

"You do?" She grinned sleepily, but opened her legs further for him to slot his body between.

"I do." Bucky nodded, guiding his tip to her entrance.

"Of course you do; I'm aweso-OOH GOD BUCKY YES!" She mewled when his cock thrust into her, pushing her chest to his, and Bucky laughed like always before setting a pace to show her how awesome he really thought she was.

"Holy fuck! Bucky!" She screamed for him, the pleasure too much but too good.

"You ruined my braid, doll. It's only fair that I ruin your pussy in return."

"I do," she said with a sure smile, her eyes sparkling as she took in her man.

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take-"

"I do." Bucky instantly nodded, sliding his hands around her waist and she stepped closer.

"You do?" She gave a lop-sided grin as he pulled her nearer to his chest, her fingers playing with the collar of his dark suit.

"Of course I do; you're awesome," Bucky whispered against her grinning lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss, sealing their fate together forever, till death dares do them apart.

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