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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 7 months

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to ashes, moral compass

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty

Chapter Summary: clint's back, but can you forgive him for taking off in the first place?

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 2,446

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Days Since the Decimation: Two Years, Two Hundred and Fifty-One Days

“‘Happy birthday’?” you repeated incredulously, ignoring the pain throbbing in your knuckles. “Are you ser—give me back my gun!”

“Okay,” Clint nodded, his free hand pressed to his jaw. A sense of grim, childish satisfaction rose in your chest as you noticed the red welt rising on his cheek between his fingers. “I deserved that.”

“Give me back my gun, Barton.”

His expression shifted, a familiar twist of exasperation at your words marred by an ever so slight wariness at your tone. He held up his hands in surrender, the gun hanging loosely against his palm, the trigger guard hooked on his thumb. “Y/N, I’m so—”

“Oh, I really don’t want to hear it,” you said bluntly, waving a dismissive hand as you turned on your heel and headed back towards the front door. You heard him say your name again, heard the gentle creak of the floorboards as he made move to follow you. You threw up a hand irritably and a shield expanded in the bedroom’s doorway, trapping him in there.

You were tempted to just leave, to walk right out of the apartment. The shield would last at least halfway down the stairs… But you heard him say your name again, and you couldn’t bring yourself to cross the threshold. Instead, you rolled your eyes to the ceiling and collected the bag you’d left at the door and moved to the kitchen.

Clint watched you impotently, your gun now tucked into his belt. You forced yourself to ignore the weight of him, the feel of his eyes on you. It was like you could almost feel the heat of his body against your back as you tugged an icepack out from under the haphazardly stacked microwave meals in the freezer. Taking a seat carefully at the kitchen table, you couldn’t help but wince as the ribs you’d bruised the night before complained at the movement.

Still, you refused to press the ice to your side in front of him, and you tucked the icepack over your burning knuckles instead.

After a few tense moments you sighed, releasing the shield with another wave of your uninjured hand.

Clint hesitated, not moving from the other room. His gaze swept over you in what ironically could have been considered concern, the shadows under his eyes even more prominent than the last time you’d seen him. Despite your anger, you found yourself wondering if he’d been sleeping. He’d lost weight again, just enough to add to the hollowness around his eyes. The bruise on his jaw only added to the picture his face painted.

“You’re hurt.”

His tone was soft, genuine, and you swallowed.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even as your breath hitched with pain as you straightened in your seat. “And I’m pretty sure you didn’t come all this way just to check in on me.”

He ducked his head.

“Why are you here, Barton?”

Clint approached the table slowly. “Y/N, I know you’re angry, but I—”

“‘Angry’?” you scoffed, almost incredulous. You shook your head, forcing yourself on to your feet. Abandoning the icepack despite the throbbing in your hand, you moved past him as quickly as your ribs would allow. “You know what, I can’t do this.”

Clint opened his mouth to speak but you gave him little chance, slamming the bedroom door behind you.

You cross the room, sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the pillow by the headboard. Pulling it against your face, you let loose a frustrated scream into the fabric. You collapsed back onto the mattress, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

***

You woke in darkness, only realizing after a moment that you’d even fallen asleep. Lights from the street outside reached through the slender window to your left to leave long fingers of orange glow over the carpet. You sat up, rubbing sleep out of your eyes to find the time on your charging phone. A little after two a.m.

It took your mind a few moments to dredge back up the emotions you’d fallen asleep with, and you set your gaze on the closed door. Dim light lay beneath it, and you watched that little strip of light as you let the turmoil of your emotions roil through your stomach.

Was he even still here?

Still the shock of seeing him again… you’d resigned yourself to solitude over the last months. You hadn’t… the last thing you’d thought to be a possibility was that he would find you.

That light under the door remained unchanging.

You stood slowly, swallowing, your ribs still aching. You took a breath, discharging the energy you felt building with your nerves, the force of it pushing the bed a foot or so away from you, the sound of it muffled by the carpet lining the floor. The energy lit the room in that familiar blue glow for a moment before it dissipated.

Exhaling, you ran a hand through your hair before you finally made the decision to leave the room. And face him again.

The creak of the bedroom announced you, and you found the main room of the apartment as you’d left it, lit only by the weak overhead light of the kitchenette and the standing lamp beside the sofa.

Clint was standing in the kitchenette, his back to you, and the warm, rich scent of coffee teased your nose. He looked up over his shoulder as soon as he heard the noise, the shadows under his eyes grimmer in the low light. “Hey.”

His voice was gruff, worn from lack of sleep. He’d shed his jacket, the lines of his back hinted by his shirt, and you paused as he turned to face you. Your eyes fell to his arm, the once unmarked skin now covered in lines of black, tracing out shapes too complex to recognize through tired eyes from your current distance.

“Nice ink.”

Clint looked down at him arm as though he’d almost forgotten the tattoo was there. He glanced behind him, picking up the coffee he’d just poured and held it out to you in an offer. You nodded, and he turned to collect the milk from the fridge.

You sat carefully at the tiny kitchen table – a formica-style table built for four – your good hand pressed to your side. Clint joined you after a few moments, setting the mug of steaming caffeine down in front of you. Unable to find another clean mug, he’d brought the remaining coffee over in the pot for himself.

In the light, you could now see the damage to your knuckles, and you studied them too-carefully, avoiding his eye. There was a light patchwork of bruises over them, but underneath the ache, nothing actually felt broken.

“What happened to your ribs?” Clint asked quietly, taking the seat to your right. His knee bumped against the leg of the table, making your coffee dance in its cup.

You shrugged a shoulder non-committedly, still focusing on your hand. “I didn’t stick the landing.”

“You should…” he started. He cleared his throat. “I can tape it for you. It might help.”

You met his eye finally, holding his gaze for a few long moments before relenting and sliding the bag you’d brought home across the tabletop towards him.

Inside were supplies you’d picked up, including strapping tape and fresh bandages. You lifted your shirt hesitantly, revealing the purple bruises blemishing your side. Clint frowned slightly as he took them in, but didn’t comment as he pulled out a length of tape and tore it off with his teeth.

You spoke, if only to distract yourself from the feeling of his fingertips smoothing the tape down along your skin, pulling it taut gently. “How’d you find me?”

A touch of a smile curved one corner of Clint’s lips; his eyes focused on your side. “News reports of the Ronin making trouble places I wasn’t. Seemed like a good place to start.”

“And the rest?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Good old fashioned spy work.”

You nodded, your eyes on the ceiling. Of course, he knew how to find you. He’d been the one to teach you how to hide.

“‘Happy birthday’? Seriously?”

“I thought it’d break the ice,” he shrugged a shoulder, touching a careful hand to his tender jaw. “Not my jaw. I forgot what a wallop you had on you.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to apologize for that…” you told him, flexing the fingers of your injured hand. “Especially since my birthday was two weeks ago.”

Clint coughed a chuckle, grimacing apologetically. “Points for effort?”

“They wouldn’t make a dint in the deficit you’re running here, Barton.”

Your tone came out sharper than you’d strictly intended; a spark of the fury at his abandonment still burning inside you. Your eyes fell to the tattoo again, still surprised to see it marking his skin. The sound of another strip of tape tearing, and his warm fingers against your side again.

“So… are we just not going to talk about the tattoo?” you asked. You lifted the coffee mug, enjoying the warmth on your hands and in your chest as you took a sip. “That’s a lot of ink, Barton… it had to have hurt, right?”

Clint swallowed; his eyes still fixed almost pointedly on your ribs. His expression twitched apologetically as he pulled up the tape where it had laid crooked before he lay it flat against your side again. You suppressed a shiver.

“Clint?” you said when he didn’t respond, your brow furrowing as slow realization dawned on you. “Did you… you, you wanted it to hurt, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer, but you took his silence as confirmation. He’d wanted to… to punish himself? To feel something?

He pressed the final piece of tape into place carefully, frowning apologetically as you hissed slightly as it pulled at your ribs. You lowered your shirt back into place, pressing your lips together for a moment before you broached another question. The only real question you had for him.

“Why are you here, Clint?”

The man in front of you remained quiet for a long moment, as though weighing the words before he chose them. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost hoarse, barely more than a whisper. You could have almost been convinced that he hadn’t spoken at all. “You’re still looking out for me.”

A crease formed between your brows, but you didn’t speak. You could feel the warring blend of sympathy and anger bubbling in your stomach, burning in your chest, your throat.

“I’m a piece of shit, Y/N.” he said, his choice in words surprising you. Still, you didn’t blink, studying his expression. What did it say about you that even with how royally pissed off you were at him right now, it felt good to see his face?

“I shouldn’t have done what I did… I shouldn’t’ve let myself…” he sighed, his hands wringing together in his lap as a kind of anchoring gesture. “I shouldn’t have let what happened happen, Y/N. I—”

You scoffed, pushing your seat backward. It screeched against the hardwood as you stood up, holding up your hands.

“Are you serious, Clint?” you asked incredulously. “Are you—Do you seriously think I’m mad because you fucked me and didn’t call me afterwards?” Clint flinched at the word ‘fucked’. “I’m not some moony-eyed teenager after prom night, Barton. You left me. That’s what I’m pissed about!”

“I know, I—”

“No, you don’t know!” you shouted. All the anger you’d been holding back ignited inside you. Sparks of frustrated psychokinetic energy danced along your fingers, and you squeezed your fists closed to quash them. You paced furiously, running a hand through your hair. “We’re supposed to be partners, Barton! We’re supposed to look out for each other! We’re supposed to keep each other safe and you left me behind and I had no way of knowing you were okay! Do you have any idea—”

“Y/N—”

“You seriously thought I was sitting around pining after you like some kind of… some kind of starry-eyed… it wasn’t even that—” you found yourself stumbling over your words before you could say it wasn’t that good, your mind flaring with the memory of the growl of his voice, the heat of his breath on the underside of your jaw and the way his hands had clutch so possessively at your flesh as you…

Heat rose in your face, and you shook your head, gaze raised to the ceiling. “What was all that you said in Russia, huh? You said you needed me, Clint, and I—”

“I do need you.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him again. He was still sitting with his hands clasped together, but now he met your eye, staring up at you from under his brows. There was an earnestness in his gaze that made all the fury inside you dissipate, and you froze in place.

“I can’t… I can’t keep making myself believe I can do this alone, Y/N.” he told you quietly. “I tried, and I… there’s something inside me, Y/N, that I can’t pull myself back from. Something that wants to watch the world burn and that part of me doesn’t care who gets caught in the crossfire… I can’t…” he sighed, running a hand over his face slowly. “There’s something about you, Y/N, that makes me… stay myself. At least, it helps me hold myself back. I’m not going to stop what I’m doing, I can’t. The people I hurt when I’m working with you, they’re getting what they deserve. But you… you point me in the right direction. Even when you weren’t there, I swear, I could hear you in my head, telling me when I’d done enough, and…”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, teeth digging into the inside of your lower lip.

“I need that,” he said softly. “It’s selfish and it’s caustic, and it’s… but you stayed out here. You’re still watching my back, trying to help me out, and I…”

“I get it,” you told him, and Clint looked up at you again. There were the beginnings of tears in his eyes, and you nodded to your left, avoiding meeting his eye. “You can take the couch.”

You turned, coffee forgotten and a shiver between your shoulder blades. The tape on your side kept your back straight, and you touched a hand to your ribs.

“Y/N.”

He said your voice again just as you made it to the bedroom door.

“Thank you.”

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 58. brb x oc

a/n: i've rewritten this chapter twice, IS THIS GOOD??? I HOPE SO

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: Fluff, Rooster being whipped, Beatrice getting things and not knowing how to deal with them and rip her subaru

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They did spend a good Christmas together, the very first one and Rooster couldn’t be more thankful. They also had a quick look at houses and places they could keep in mind for when they wanted to move out, but just to keep in mind what they liked and what they didn’t. It’d still take a while, especially since they had to wait for their leases to end, but it was very exciting.

Beatrice looked so happy while looking at the options, they both agreed that a house might be better and while Beatrice did live in one, they’d like more space. A part of him, a deeper part that he was still trying to control, said they had to get a house with more rooms because of what the future held. He didn’t mention it out loud however, because he didn’t want to freak Beatrice out by the ‘C’ word being tossed randomly into conversation.

Thankfully he was on Christmas break until New Years Eve so he’d spend all that time with Beatrice, which she was more than happy to know. He liked being part of her routine, he liked being part of her life. And since the Hard Deck would be closed until the second week of January, they’d have a lot of time together.

He went to the gym on Monday while Beatrice would take the dress back to Evelyn, even if he told her it was very possible it was a gift his girlfriend was relentless in returning it. The gym itself was fairly empty, most of his friends went back to celebrate the holidays with their families with the exception of Nat, Coyote, Halo…and Jake, but Jake was nowhere to be found and he had a feeling he was with Evelyn.

He wondered if Bea would like to join him at the gym one day, especially now that she was doing pole dancing, he had no idea if she had issues being in such a place.He had to ask when he got back, because it’d be really fun to have her with him as a morning companion as he did his sets. Bradley took one look at his phone, trying to cover his disappointment seeing that her last message was of her telling him she was on her way to Evelyn and that she ‘loved him!! <3’ followed by several kissy emojis.

He couldn’t help the little smile as he reread the texts, sitting on the bench after taking a breather. However he paused, lifted his head up then licked his lips, “It’s not nice to read people’s texts over their shoulders, Nat.” the woman in question chuckles, straightening herself as she wiped her face with a towel.

“You can’t blame me, you and Bea are just so stupidly cute.” she laughs, pulling out her water bottle to take a long chug before she sits down cross legged next to him. Bradley just rolls his eyes, going back to checking his messages and trying to ignore her, “Oh, come on Bradshaw. You know we are your biggest fans in this relationship.”

“Yeah, we even had a bet going;” Coyote’s voice adds as he pulls his training gloves off his hands, “To see how long it’d take you to finally make a move.”

The young Bradshaw was unimpressed, turning the cellphone in between his hands as he looked at his two friends and their cheeky smiles, “Who won then? There must’ve been a winner if there was a bet.”

“Oh, I did!” Halo says holding up a hand, face flushed from running on the treadmill, “I told all of them it’d take you less than a month and I was right.” she says as she pulls her hair back into a high bun, joining the others in pestering Rooster. The pilot rolls his eyes again but he’s smiling, he doesn’t have in himself to be mad at this group of people he now considered family.

“I’m touched. Really.” he laughs softly, then places the phone screen down on the top of his thigh, “It’s been really great. She’s really great.” he ignored Nat and Halo’s ‘aww’ before continuing, “But you know I’m not the only one dating right? Bob is too and now so is Jake apparently.”

“Well yes, but you and Bea are just too sweet to not admire.” Halo says with her hands clasped, fluttering her eyelashes, “Like a fairytale romance.”

Considering how he calls her a fairy, he supposed it was to be expected.

“And the way you always look at her or wait for her message is also precious.” Nat adds, pointing to his faced down phone with a smirk, “I know you are itching to check it one more time, just to see if she sent you a message because you are whipped.” and now he couldn’t even deny it because he really was. And Beatrice didn’t even seem to notice how much she moved him, how much power she had in her soft hands and how much of him was wrapped in her little finger.

Was he complaining about it? No, never.

He was serious about Beatrice, he wanted them to move in together for god’s sake they were even looking up places for reference, but he was a long term relationship type of guy if he found the one. And Beatrice was the one, without a doubt. “Well,I’m glad we can be entertaining to you.” he says and his hand hovers the phone, only for him to curl his fingers and place it down on the bench when he sees Nat’s knowing look staring at the hand. “Which reminds me, Nat, how are you and Umberto doing? Have you been talking?”

The woman was caught off guard, her smug look melted into shock when he asked her about Beatrice’s Italian cousin, her face turning red as the other two pilots looked her way in confusion, “Wait, what?” Halo asks, “Who’s Umberto?” Bradley gives her a full explanation about who Umberto was, where he was from and what he did, adding he was Beatrice’s Italian cousin who was also in the navy and that he showed up a few months back because of special training at their base.

Nat still looked like she wanted to murder Rooster, but she also knew this was just payback from her own teasing because of Beatrice. She tried explaining there was nothing going on and they were just friends, that was all there was, and yeah she had his number but it was just to ask things about Italy and Navy life, nothing more. Bradley looked like the cat that ate the canary, an expression the female pilot had often whenever she teased Rooster about Beatrice.

Speaking of which, his phone vibrated and he grabbed it with so much speed it almost flew off his hand, turning the screen to see Beatrice’s smiling face as the caller, “Be right back.” he mutters, pushing himself off the bench to go to a private area away from his friends who were now busy questioning Nat about the Italian pilot they just found out about - well, Halo did, Coyote had some idea but he couldn’t know Nat was interested in him!! -

Once distant enough, Rooster accepts the call and brings it to his ear, “Hey gorgeous.” He smiles, looking out the large windows that showed the beach to check the gym’s outside, crossing his free arm under his opposite bicep.

“Hi! I just wanted to call to let you know I’m at Ev’s, I just parked the car.”

“Yeah? How was it, did it give you any trouble?” He knew her car wasn’t the best and these past days she’s been complaining about some weird noises from under the hood and he promised he’d check it out for her as soon as he was able.

“Not really?” there’s the sound of the door opening followed by the sound of plastic as she picks the dress up, “It hasn’t made any sound on the drive here, so…maybe that’s good? How’s the day at the gym though? Did you see anyone?”

“Yeah,Nat,Coyote and Halo,” he tilts his head back to where they were, watching Phoenix gesture wildly while shaking her head with the word ‘no’ being mouthed out to their friends and he couldn’t help his triumphant smirk, “They are fine. We were all on a quick break right now.”

“That’s good!” her voice lowers a bit as she talks to the concierge, thanking the woman once she’s done before her voice comes back, “I’m glad you saw them! Can you send them hi for me?”

“Of course, gorgeous.” he says, listening to the elevator’s doors on the other side slide open and then greet Beatrice in its automatic voice “By the way, what do you want to do when you get back? We’ll have the whole day for ourselves after all.”

“Oh,I don’t know yet, Roos.” he could hear by her tone of voice that she’s smiling, “There’s still a lot of food back at my place so we won’t have to go out to eat, maybe we could take Jojo to the dog park?”

“That sounds good to me.” he hears the ding from the elevator reaching Evelyn’s floor “Sounds like you got there.”

“Yeah…I’ll call you when I go home?”

“Sure baby, I love you. See you in a few hours.”

“I love you too! See you!”

He finishes the call with the same lovey smile on his face, sliding his phone inside his shorts’ pocket and making his way back to where the group of pilots were still discussing what happened between Nat and Umberto, biting his lip to hold back the smile at Phoenix exasperated look, putting on his air pods and going back to his set.

Beatrice grins when the call ends, then looks back to where Evelyn’s door appeared, putting her phone inside her back pocket. She’s about to knock it, but the door is already opening before she could, slowly revealing Evelyn’s gigantic penthouse and Wiley, who is sitting sweetly looking up at Beatrice, “Hello, you!’ she coos, crouching to his level to scratch his chin, laughing when the cat leans his head back then lifts his body so she scratches his back as well, “Where’s Evelyn, hm?”

She hears talking coming from somewhere inside her apartment and she thinks she’s with Jake. Would she? Were they already at that level? She watches the door close behind her and lock automatically, fixing the dress in her arms as she wanders deeper inside the apartment, the voices coming from Evelyn’s room were definitely male and female, muffled because of the distance, “Ev?” she calls and the conversation halts for a second.

Evelyn’s head pops out from the edge of her door, to which Beatrice gives her a small wave and holds the dress up “I-I came to give it back.” her friend talks something to the person inside her room before she walks down the hallway to meet Bea, wearing a turtleneck dress and bare feet.

“Bea, what do you mean give it back?” the brunette opens her mouth to explain but Evelyn has her hands on her hips, arching both eyebrows, “It’s yours. You don’t have to give it back to me?”

She knew Rooster suggested it, but that was the last thing in her mind, there’s no way her friend would give her this expensive dress without wanting its return, it was impossible that it was going to happen. And yet, she stood in front of her taller friend with her eyes wide and mouth parted in surprise, watching Evelyn just arch one eyebrow at her, “I…” Beatrice drops her gaze to the dress then back at Evelyn, “I-It’s mine? But–but I–”

“How?” Beatrice nods in silence, making Evelyn smile, “Well, some designers either sell or donate their dresses if they no longer have space in their studios. That’s what happened with your dress and Shells’.” she looks down at the plastic cover, then pats the dress, “So this should be in your armoire, not back in my closet.”

Beatrice only stared at Evelyn, feeling like she needed to sit down, her body leaning backwards until it touched the back of her couch where she supported herself, “I…I…” Beatrice only hugged the dress close to herself, “Thank you, Evelyn.” the black haired woman just smiled, tilting her head in a ‘you are welcome’ way. with her hands still on her hips.

Before they could continue talking, a voice interrupted, “Evelyn! I still need your help!!” the woman in question looked back at her bedroom then towards Beatrice who looked confused.

“I…do you have a friend over?”

“You can say that– “ she clenches her eyes when the voice calls her name again, “I’m coming Marcus! Jesus, calm down! Sorry Bea, I didn’t think he’d still be here when you showed up.” Another figure steps from inside her bedroom, tall and lanky with a zebra printed suit and black pants, huge red rimmed glasses on their face as they make their way over.

“Evelyn,” the person says, “This is impossible! I cannot find one single model that fits my vision!Oh!” Marcus, Bea assumes, slaps a hand against his forehead and leans back dramatically, “How am I to do this photoshoot without a perfect model???” Evelyn rolls her eyes at his comments, crossing her arms unimpressively.

Marcus dabs the tips of his fingers below his eyes as if he’s wiping tears, Beatrice notices the tiny diamonds glued on his cheekbones when he does that, pulling out a red handkerchief to add more drama to his whole performance. That is until he opens his eyes and she sees Beatrice, his mouth parting in surprise, “Wait,” he holds a finger, pointing to the brunette, “Who is this?”

Evelyn gently lowers his hand from where it’s pointing at her friend’s face, “A friend of mine, Beatrice.” She notices how Marcus shoves his handkerchief inside his suit and holds both hands up this time, making half a square by joining the tips of his thumbs together. Beatrice only watches it with a worried gaze, sending a question without words towards Evelyn with her eyes but the other woman looks just as confused, “What are you doing Marcus?”

“Oh she’s perfect.” he completely ignores what Evelyn asks, “May I touch your face?”

“I…”

“Marcus, what are you doing?”

The man just ignores Evelyn again, his smile only to Beatrice, “You are perfect. You have the face, the body, the beauty I’ve been looking for!” After the words leave his mouth, Evelyn finally has another reaction: shock. He’s walking around Beatrice with his hand on his chin, nodding to himself as he takes in what she’s wearing, “Yes, you’d look marvelous in pomegranate–”

“Marcus,Beatrice isn’t a model.” a what? The brunette only watched this conversation with her eyes still wide and face slowly flushing with embarrassment, her mouth still hanging open with surprise, “You wanted a model.” Evelyn wasn’t saying Beatrice wasn’t beautiful, she was, but the taller woman was worried because Beatrice was still very shy and she’d hate to see her getting uncomfortable with something she clearly had never done before.

“No, no, I wanted a vision.” Marcus corrects, holding up one finger. “And I found her.” he sees that the brunette is still confused, so he straightens himself and holds out a hand, “Marcus Beverly, photographer, designer and all time fashion guru.” Beatrice hesitantly shakes his hand, much for the man’s amusement, “You, my dear, are just perfect for a photoshoot I’m planning.”

“...a photoshoot?”

“Yes! Oh yes, you see, my new campaign needs raw beauty, something human. Not,” he makes a face, flapping his hand in the air as if he’s swatting a fly, “The obvious Hollywood body, I want reality and I want beauty. And you have the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Look at those cheekbones, that jawline and those lips!” Beatrice’s cheeks redden even more, eyes dropping to her hands holding the dress to her chest.

“But…I-I’m not a model, or anything like that.”

“Oh darling, no one was born a model.” he scoffs with a grin, ignoring Evelyn’s glare, “You have a natural beauty - oh look at those eyes!- that many people envy.”

Beatrice took in his words with the immediate ‘compliment wall’ coming up. She got used to hearing she’s pretty from her friends, from Rooster and while it still made her a bit uncomfortable she could get why it was being said. Now, when it came from strangers she got…unsure, the goblin voice in her head goes insane whenever that happens. “I…”

“You don’t have to say yes, Bea.” Evelyn cuts off gently, offering her friend a smile before it drops to scowl when she turns to the man in front of them, “Right,Marcus?” the man stops staring at Beatrice to turn to Evelyn, sighing in agreement with a toss of his head.

“Right, right, of course, but…you won’t get out of it empty handed.” he says, like the Fox that lured Pinnochio to Pleasure Island, “You’ll get paid handsomely. I can assure you, I always take good care of my models.”

Beatrice licks her lips, furrowing her eyebrows, “Um…I…I-I’d need to think about that,” she says with a nervous laugh, giving a look to Evelyn that resembles ‘help’ and the other woman immediately walks forward, “But I-I’ll let you know!”

“Oh,sure! Here!” his card is on her hand before she notices it, “I can’t wait to hear from you, darling, the photoshoot will be done February, until then take care!” He disappears back into Evelyn’s room as the two women stare with befuddled faces, Evelyn placing a hand to Beatrice’s back to walk her out of the apartment with Wiley following close by after she slips some shoes on.

She leans down so the orange tabby leaps on her shoulders, where he lies like a fancy pelt as they make their way to the elevator. Neither of them say anything when they enter, still surprised at what just happened, only talking when they are in the lobby with the concierge nodding towards Evelyn as she walks past ehr desk, “Ev…w-what just happened?”

Evelyn opens her mouth, then closes only to open again “I honestly have no idea.” she mutters, walking Beatrice out of the building and back to her car with Wily sliding from her shoulders to land on her already aligned arms as if he was an infant, “He’s…” she thinks about her words, “He’s eccentric, but not a bad guy.”

“How do you know him?”

“I worked with him,” she begins, “As a model and as a designer. I helped with some of his photoshoots when he launched his collection a few months back.” she keeps on scratching Wiley’s head and her eyes remain on Beatrice, “I really had no idea he’d ask you to model for him.”

Beatrice leans her back against the car’s door, running a hand through her brown tresses as she tries to understand what happened. First: she got herself a very expensive dress and didn’t have to return it, then a fashion designer friend of Evelyn’s wanted her to model for him and even gave her his card. All in a matter of minutes. She didn’t know exactly how she should feel because that wasn’t a common thing for her, at all. “I…I just, well, it was a surprise.”

“I know,I’m sorry, you really don’t have to call him back. I can tell him to find someone else.” Evelyn offers her a small smile, one the brunette reciprocates. They chat a little bit more before Beatrice places the dress back inside her car and steps on the driver’s seat, waving Evelyn goodbye and turning the ignition.

Only the car didn’t start.

She blinks at the key, pulls it out then tries again, not a single sound comes out of her fossil on wheels. Evelyn was still outside when this happened, leaning forward to have a better look “What’s happening?”

“...I think my car died.” she mutters, “For real this time.” she tries a few more times but she gets nothing. She knew it would happen, eventually, but she should’ve prepared and now…now she had no car to use anymore. Beatrice sighs heavily, dropping her forehead to the horn and frowning when not even that works anymore, “God damn it.”

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

Beatrice looks back at Evelyn and Wiley, who is now staring right at Beatrice just like his owner was before the brunette pulls out her phone from her back pocket to check the time. Hopefully Rooster was done at the gym, “No, I can call Roos…and…figure out what to do with the car I guess?” she laughs out of nervousness at the thought of being without a car for so long. Of course she could sell her Subaru but how much money would she get? It was already old, its value wasn’t that high anymore.

“Alright, I’ll stay with you while you call him, okay?” Beatrice nods, stepping out of the car while rubbing her face, feeling a headache coming already. She was a bit glad it happened after Christmas but she wasn’t glad it happened when she was so far away from home.

“Hey angel, have you got home yet?”

“Um…not really.” she looks back at her car with a frown, “My car died, Roos.”

“Died?”

“Yeah it’s…um…it no longer works so…” she shrugs even if he couldn’t see it, sounding more defeated than she appeared to be, “Can you come pick me up? I’m still at Ev’s.”

She hears him rummaging something on his side, probably his duffel bag “Of course baby, I’m coming right now. I’ll be there in ten minutes okay?”

“Okay…” she couldn’t help but feel sad about the car, it was old but it was hers “I’ll be here.Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Both Evelyn and Beatrice sit on the sidewalk waiting for the blue Bronco to show up, which it does just under ten minutes, parking a bit far from the Subaru as Rooster walks out, already giving the other car a look still wearing his gray top and black and green shorts he used for working out, “No smoke?” he asks Beatrice, who shakes her head with her lower lip jutted out just enough, “Baby, it’s okay. It was its time to go.”

“Yeah,I was telling her the same thing,” Evelyn smiles encouragingly, rubbing Bea’s back. “You wanted to get a new car for a while, didn’t you?” the brunette nods, standing to her feet once Rooster got close enough.

“...I need to call my dad, he knows about cars.” she murmurs, “He probably knows what I can do with it now that its gone.” she sighs, touching the side of the car, then patting the hood fondly. The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt, even rubbing her forehead with a hand when she felt the anxiety and stress already climbing up to immeasurable levels. Rooster frowns, standing close to Beatrice as she rubs her head.

“You okay?” she nods silently, still rubbing her forehead, “Do you want to wait in the truck?”

“No, it’s fine.” Beatrice says with a small smile, “I’ll be fine, it’s nothing.” just the fear and worry of not having a vehicle and fearing if she’d ever get another one. She made enough money on the Hard Deck to pay her bills, her rent and everything else…but getting a new car was something she hadn't thought about. Evelyn then says she’s going back now that Bradley was with her, because Marcus was still in her apartment and was probably trying to figure out how to use the ice machine in her fridge.

She said her goodbyes, then walked back inside her building as Beatrice and Rooster stood in front of the Subaru in silence. She just leaned her temple against his chest, sighing heavily yet again then hugging his middle, “I sent my dad a message, he’s coming over.”

“Okay.” he tilts his head to have a better look at her face, hugging her to himself, “Are you sure you are okay, angel? Hey, look at me.” he cups her chin to tilt her head up, tsking at her sad eyes and lower lip still jutted out, “Pretty girl, it’s okay. It’s not your fault that this happened.”

“I knew it was giving me issues, Roos and I still used it.” she murmurs, pressing her face in between his pectorals with a groan, “I should’ve just asked you to bring me over, I’m so dumb.”

“Woah, okay,” he pulls her head back, cupping her chin one more time, “Unless you have future vision, pretty girl I don’t think how you would’ve known. Don’t blame yourself Bea, we’ll work something out, okay?”

Beatrice just frowns but nods still hugging him, “Okay, Roos.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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Things that *got* me in my first DBH playthrough

1. In the hostage chapter, when Connor takes a hold of the family photo and scans it. His face and demeanour. Amazing.

2. Connor getting shot in the arm and looking up with no expression asjhdjiajkd

3. Connor WALKING AWAY EMOTIONLESS from the girl he just saved.

4. When I walked into Carl’s studio for the first time I teared up at the visual. The curtains opening up were so beautiful.

5. When Alice gets struck by Todd. (Actually, this was a negative Got but I’m adding it to the list.)

6. When Markus didn’t rip out the heart of the woman android in the Veta pit and he does a little defeated fist on her chest as he stands.

7. THE AUDIO PROCESSOR AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I almost CRIED when Markus got his hearing back. It was amazing.

8. The hero shot of Markus standing up in the rain and looking down. Absolutely epic. Kinda slutty but also badass

9. When Markus arrives in Jericho and he has to shake the torch active. I had to shake my mouse whilst holding both clicks, but it felt like I was actually shaking the torch.

10. Similarly, when Markus was in battle at the end of the game, I was fighting a bunch of humans and stuff and the controls were all different, but then I had to kill someone and I kept having to hit A. A. A! A! And it really felt like I was smackin the person down. Just the shift from random keys to a repeating key was brutal.

11. I messed up Kara’s escape from Connor so I chased her across the highway. I LOVED IT ALL. Connor sliding across the hood of a car Got me, as well as Kara yanking Alice back and forth. I was screaming across the highway. (I was streaming my playthrough so---) And then Connor hissing, “Shit.”

12. This quote Got me: “Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?” (I didn’t like Hank before this point, but when I heard that, I immediately forgave him because what a PISSER of a line) 13. And then this topped it off: “Well, they fucked up.” (CACKLING, GET ROASTED CONNOR)

14. The scene before the main events of Freedom March where Markus is at the outlook. And there’s a piano. I cried so hard. I played the piano at Carl’s when I started and I thought it was a beautiful throwback.

15. Any time I looked in a mirror as any character. Threw me into a crisis.

16. The emotionless, no-grunting, fighting between my Connor and fake Connor Got me.

17. Wading through the blizzard as Connor at the end of the game Got me.

18. I crossed the river as Kara, but when the control boats started shooting, I knew what would happen if I hid. I hid anyway. I knew it. I think I just knew the trope or storytelling pattern or something, but it was the choice that Got me, not the aftermath.

19. Markus climbing Stratford tower Got me, especially with RISE displayed on the major screen paired with the epic music. UGH yes

20. When Connor fought the red haired Traci and her high heel clacks on the ground when she swing over him. It’s the camera angle and sound. Another trope I think, but I was VIBING hard

21. Connor fighting the two Tracis at once. That was so intense for me. I was like oh SHIT he’s FIGHTING TWO ANDROIDS. He’s one android. I’m thinking at the time damn boy if you were all deskinned you would all be pretty much the same and he’s fighting TWO. And they SLAM him into the wall??? I was Got

22. Also when Connor is fighting red haired Traci and she marches towards him. Camera angle & facial expression. Amazing

23. Connor running for the first time when I’m chasing Kara>>>

24. Markus in the WM400 uniform HOH

25. “You look lost” and then reveal the WR600 HOH sorry but I was stunned---he is My Type of Appearance and his disposition/behaviour---okok, my crush. (Because I was streaming this I also have my voice captured in real-time being weak HAHAHAHA)

26. “Holy shit,” says Hank as AN AMAZING SOUNDTRACK IS PLAYING AND CONNOR IS ON THE TRAIN TOP CHASING AFTER THE DEVIANT AND SNAPS HIS ATTENTION UP---

27. Literally the whole chase in The Nest tbh

28. The Hank and Connor hug at the end

29. The android who was tied to the back of a car because his humans “just wanted to have some fun” Got me

30. The music in The Interrogation

31. Also Connor creeping around in the attic Got me, but only when he ducked a certain way

32. TWENTY-EIGHT STAB WOUNDS

34. The “CONNOR! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” interaction

35. Slapping Hank awake

36. Hank immediately sobering up in the bathtub and being like “What the fuck are you doing here?”

37. Connor teasing Hank about the Eden Club case also Got me

38. When Kara checks the dryer for clothes in the laundromat.

39. “Will we be together forever?” - “Forever.” Not even another option. Got. (I stayed in the car overnight.) And I quote myself from my recording: “...Well, I’ll be together with Alice for as long as she lives. I’m not sticking around a grave when she’s ninety somethin’ years old.”

40. “We’ll be together forever, won’t we Kara?” - Alice in Jericho after I found out she’s an android. MEGA Got, because of my mindset above ^. And I was like oh man yeah forever ;__;;

41. Chloe asking to leave. And I let her.

42. Chloe asking me not to continue, to just leave things as they are for the sake of peace. I accepted, but then I continued after waiting a little bit.

43. The first time I was parkouring with Markus was really noice.

44. In The Nest when Hank is at that stand-up table and the burger guy is like “Don’t leave that thing here” and Hank’s like “Don’t worry it follows me everywhere” and Connor has to walk over to him and on the way there and Hank says “See?” That REALLY Got me.

45. Also in The Nest, when Connor says something along the lines of “Maybe we should go take a look...” and his eyes drift to the side, then snap back onto Hank.

46. In Zlatko’s house when I’m regaining my memory after failing to escape the machine, the corrupted memory I thought was just random letters but after about 4 pieces of info they started to look like words, and that Got me.

47. This wasn’t a Got moment but in ‘Russian Roulette’ I didn’t see the gun until it was my last clue to scan and I was Shook.

47. When I got to choose Hank’s clothes.

48. When I stroke down with my mouse so Markus can take out the circle of glass he cut out from the window in Stratford Tower.

49. The moment before we smash into the CyberLife store, Markus is sitting in the truck and I have to press W. That camera angle switch from W to YEEEEE is amazing.

50. When we approach the crowd as Markus and the crowd splits revealing the kneeling cops. The dead bodies on the way there Got me.

51. “CyberLife’s last chance to save humanity... is itself a deviant.” “I’m... I’m not a deviant.” HOHHHHHHHHHHH

52. The option unlocking for Connor to become deviant.

53. Then Connor starting to tear down his walls. & the soundtrack paired with this moment.

54. Then [ I AM DEVIANT ]

Bonus: I distinctly remember very clearly thinking “oh great another sci-fi game with an average-looking white guy as the protagonist” and I have never been so wrong. The switch of opinion happened so fast. From the elevator to picking up the photo frame was like OOP---

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh playthrough #dbh appreciation post #mine #mydbhbrain

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7&ME - Chapter 22 - Deer

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1203

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

J I N P E R S P E C T I V E

It wasn't hard to notice that most of the boys had given up their attempts to hide their feelings for y/n. Only Taeyhung, Jungkook, and I kept a respectful distance.

But just like the four others, it wasn't hard to spot the lust in the eyes of the youngest two. They desired her just as much, and it was only their inexperience with women that kept them at a safe distance.

I watched them all at dinner. It almost felt like all of them had turned into lions and y/n was the deer they were hunting.

Luckily the hunt didn't cause any fights amongst ourselves. I didn't expect it would, as we were all more than happy to share. After all, we shared everything already.

There was no doubt in my mind that they would totally be in for a three-some or four-some or gangbang if y/n were to allow it.

Fantasies instantly crossed my mind, in which I was pounding into her while she was sucking of Jimin and jerking off Yoongi.

Embarrassed by my thoughts I quickly shook my head.

Somehow tonight's vibe was especially predatory. Even Hobi could not take his eyes off of her. I could almost taste the sexual tension in the air. I was sure one of them would try and make a move on her tonight.

'Y/n?' I asked when most plates were almost empty.

'Yes, Oppa?' she answers me politely.

God, I loved it when she called me that.

Damn you Jimin for knowing all our fetishes too well.

'Would you like to take a stroll around the grounds with me after dinner?' I tried to speak casually, although the thought of it made me nervous. 'You don't have to wear your uniform obviously,' I added quickly. It was not only because I wanted her to be comfortable and not feel like it was her "job" to come with me, but also because I didn't want to tempt myself too much. I knew I was already taking a risk asking her with me, but I didn't dare leave her with one of the others.

'I'd love to, thanks Oppa,' Y/n replied cheerfully as she started taking our empty plates from the table. Her response made my heart and chest swell up with happiness. All the other boys gave me a quick stank face, except for Tae who was too busy sulking at the fact that Jungkook was sulking.

-xxx-

When she came out of her room after changing after dinner, I felt struck by lightning when I saw her. Of course, the maid uniform was cute, hot, and sexy, but maybe I had gotten used to seeing it on her. Seeing her now, wearing an oversized hoody with leggings was maybe even cuter.

'You know, I haven't seen much of the estate up 'till now,' Y/n told me as we walked out of the building. 'I mean, I have been outside, of course. I've gone grocery shopping with Oppa Hoseok this morning, and remember when we went for that lunch?' she said smiling her beautiful smile at me. I nodded at her. 'That was really nice too. But I haven't seen much of what's around here, to be honest,' she continued.

I could barely register her last sentence.

She thought that going to lunch with me was nice.

'Well then, I'll give you a tour,' I offered, trying to get my mind in place. Y/n grinned at me happily and I noticed she tucked her hands into the sleeves of her hoody.

'Are you cold?' I asked concerned.

'I'm okay, I just have cold hands. But they're always cold,' she said shrugging.

'Shall I hold your hand?' I said without thinking. Y/n blinked at me surprised.

Shit.

I fucked up.

I freaked her out.

'I would like that,' she said, not looking at me but putting out her hand from underneath the large sleeve.

My heart pounded as I took her hand into mine. It was indeed cold, and very small in my hand.

'Where to first?' Y/n said, still not looking at me.

'Uhm, well,' I stammered, trying not to focus too much on our intertwined fingers, 'Let's go this way,' I pointed to the right.

We walked the route Namjoon usually took when jogging.

'This is our gym,' I said pointing at the white building on our right. 'You can usually find Namjoon and Jungkook here on their hours off,'

'I don't think I've ever even been inside a gym,' Y/n chuckled. I looked at her as she did. She looked so cute when she laughed.

'You don't need it,' I said, once again not thinking before talking.

'Thank you Oppa,' she said softly, squeezing my hand slightly. My stomach did a summersault.

We walked further and took a left at the end of the street.

'This is the place where we rehearse our routines mostly,' I told her pointing at a light brown building at the end of the street.

'Oh, I thought you'd practice at Big Hit,' she said surprised.

'We used to, but not anymore. The thing is, we mostly live by schedules and if we'd have to commute somewhere, even if it were by a private driver, fans would start figuring out our daily routines and would come to see us. Although we love our Army, we need space too,' I explained to her.

She nodded understandingly.

'Your fans are really loyal, aren't they?' she said softly as we started walking again, her voice sounding serious.

'I think so, yeah,' I responded, feeling my heart swell, but this time because I was thinking of Army.

'Do you guys get a lot of crazy encounters?' she asked curiously.

'Definitely,' I chuckled. 'But certainly, not all of them are bad. We know that whenever a fan does something crazy, it's because they love us. They just get confused sometimes and we understand that.' I said thoughtfully.

'You really are a good person Oppa,' she said, her voice warm. This time it was y/n again who made my heart flutter.

'But...' she started, not looking at me again. I noticed she was walking closer to me than before. 'Are you not... bothered by the things that they write about you?'

'What do you mean?' I asked her, looking down at her.

'Well...,' she said, her voice sounding unsure. Her free hand was fiddling with the bottom of her hoody nervously.

'Well...,' she repeated, 'I mean like... stories,' she sighed.

'Like articles?' I asked her unsure.

'That too... But also... You know... Fanfiction,' she said the last word very quietly as if hoping I wouldn't hear it.

I couldn't help but laugh.

'We don't mind that at all, no,' I laughed. 'No, as I said before, we know they do it because they love us. It's a way for them to be creative, express themselves, and be close to us. As long as it is being released as fiction or fan fiction it's fine. It becomes a problem when someone starts pretending like it's a news article,' I said clicking my tongue.

If she'd only knew how close some fanfiction was to the actual truth, would she still like us?

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Lawson claims Yas Marina sprint race victory after F1 practice run | Formula 2

Red Bull-backed junior driver Liam Lawson won the Formula 2 sprint race at the Yas Marina circuit, after stepping in for Max Verstappen in Friday’s first F1 practice session. Richard Verschoor had taken partially-reversed-grid pole for the sprint race, Lawson sharing the front row with him after the two had set identical qualifying times. Amaury Cordeel and Dennis Hauger completed the second row while Williams junior Logan Sargeant, competing for his super licence, started fifth alongside Jack Doohan, the driver closest to him in the standings. At the start, Verschoor kept the lead into turn one, with those at the front slotting neatly behind each other. However, the race was interrupted when Enzo Fittipaldi and Jehan Daruvala crashed into the barriers on the exit of turn two. By the time the pack reached turn six, a red flag was shown due to the extensive barrier repairs needed. Both drivers were able to climb out of their cars, Daruvala with some assistance after his car embedded heavily in tecpro. After a lengthy stoppage for repairs, the race resumed with a rolling start, Verschoor holding the lead cleanly at the restart. On lap ten, Lawson took the lead after Verschoor was seemingly caught unaware through turn six. Champion Felipe Drugovich claimed fourth position from Hauger on the opening corner of lap 17, as drivers started to visibly struggle with tyres, Cordeel sliding over the kerb ahead of the pair. By lap 20, Lawson had drawn out more than a four-second lead, while Drugovich had moved to menacing Crodeel for third. Drugovich took the final podium spot through turn six on lap 21, Cordeel fighting back but unable to reclaim the place. Lawson’s lead was over six seconds on the penultimate lap, while Hauger went off-track at turn six, attempting to overtake Cordeel for fourth. He surrendered the place back to Cordeel without letting Sargeant or Doohan through behind. Drugovich was warned about track limits on the final lap as drivers began to struggle to control their cars on degrading tyres. Hauger managed to take fourth from Cordeel through turn nine, as Lawson crossed the chequered flag to claim his fourth victory of the year. Verschoor and Drugovich completed the podium, with Sargeant’s sixth-place finish ahead of Doohan keeping him comfortably in line for his superlicense and 2023 Williams drive. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Formula 2 Yas Marina race one results Position Car Driver Team 1 5 Liam Lawson Carlin 2 20 Richard Verschoor Trident 3 11 Felipe Drugovich MP 4 1 Dennis Hauger Prema 5 25 Amaury Cordeel Van Amersfoort 6 6 Logan Sargeant Carlin 7 3 Jack Doohan Virtuosi 8 16 Roy Nissany DAMS 9 10 Theo Pourchaire ART 10 7 Marcus Armstrong Hitech 11 9 Frederik Vesti ART 12 8 Juri Vips Hitech 13 17 Ayumu Iwasa DAMS 14 12 Clement Novalak MP 15 24 Juan Manuel Correa Van Amersfoort 16 21 Zane Maloney Trident 17 14 Olli Caldwell Campos 18 15 Ralph Boschung Campos 19 4 Marino Sato Virtuosi 20 23 Tatiana Calderon Charouz DNF 2 Jehan Daruvala Prema DNF Enzo Fittipaldi Charouz Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Formula 2 Browse all Formula 2 articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

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WIP Update - 1 Feb 2024

Been on vacation for the last 2+ weeks (since Jan 13th) so got very little writing done. Over the past 3 weeks I touched 6 fics ( 2 WIPs & 4 new works) for a total of 890 words.

On Ao3, I posted: Variations on a Theme - Sam/Clint Secret Santa love confessions After One Or Two False Starts - Chapter 3 - Sam/Bucky love confessions Never Have I Ever (But I’d Like to With You) - Chapter 2 -- Tony/Steve love confessions Not Too Far Down the Tracks - Steve/Tony College AU fluff Fill Me Up With Your Love - Steve/Bucky/Tony threesome PWP The Things You Said I Wish You Hadn’t - Clint & Steve post-mission with a bit of angst.

I also contributed to the Stucky Bingo January 2023 Round Robin - Steve/Bucky pet adoption fluff!

On Tumblr I posted: A Rising Star - Sam passing the wings to Joaquin Thimbles and Acorns - a last minute Steve Rogers Bingo fill for my Pirate square - pre-war Steve/Bucky love confessions

(Do I have a brand? Why yes, yes I do! 😁)

I have 10 active WIPs with my current deadline being the Stuckony Valentine Cards event (due 10 Feb) and the Tony Stark Bingo (ends 28 Feb)

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 15 Jan 2023)

23 squares completed with 6 bingos total! Hoping to carry a few squares forward to the next round. Masterpost

Sam Wilson Bingo - Mini Holiday Round (SWB_MH) - Ends 20 Jan

Five fills posted with 2 bingos for this 3x3 holiday event card - my final fill was for the FREE square - A Rising Star [Sam & Joaquin, General, 293 words]. (Belated) Masterpost

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2 (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan

Twenty-one fills posted with 6 bingos (Rows 1, 3 & 5 and Columns A & B and 1 diagonal) - masterpost coming probably by the end of the week.

* A4 - Touch Attention/Denial - posted Fill Me Up With Your Love last Friday. It also fills (heh) my Stucky Bingo KINK - Double Penetration square. It’s PWP with Tony and Bucky double-teaming Steve and came in at 1613 smutty words.

* A5 - Pirate - Thimbles and Acorns was a last minute fill - I was inspired by a ride on Peter Pan’s Flight at WDW to dash off a quick pre-war Stucky fic where a childhood memory leads to a love confession

* B2 - Mile High Club - Posted chapter 2 of Never Have I Ever (But I Want To With You), picking up with Tony’s POV after the events of Chapter One. It crosses over with TSB Tony’s Poor Life Choices and came in at 820 words (1820 total for the fic)

* C5 - “You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed … walk it off.” - I combined this with a Tumblr writing prompt “things you said I wish you hadn’t” (requested by @gayspacesprinkles) for The Things You Said I Wish You Hadn’t - post-mission fic with Clint angst and vaguely hinted at Clint/Steve. It came in at 245 words.

* D5 - Long Distance Relationship - posted Not Too Far Down the Tracks as a crossover Flash Fiction Friday Prompt Late Night Train. It’s a Stony College AU ficlet that I added onto to squeeze my TSB Doing Groceries square into. It came in 411 words.

Stuckony Valentine Cards Event [Ends 10 Feb]

This Ao3 Event solicited prompts for Stony, Stucky, WinterIron, and/or Stuckony works - it’s now in the creation phase, so if you’re looking to write something short and sweet (or smutty!) and are 18+ plus, feel free to check out the list of prompts! I skimmed thru them before vacation, but now need to take another look & hopefully find something that I vibe with!

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6 (TSB_R6) [Ends 28 Feb]

Twenty fills and two WIPs at the moment - with Vague Ideas for almost every other square.

* T2 - Doing Groceries - see SRB Long Distance Relationship above

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue - some sort of remix of/inspired by sabrecmc’s Indecent Proposal from Pepper’s POV. At this point, I think I need to re-read the fic & take notes …

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - was going to combine this with SRB E4 - Mental Bondage but still may write up the idea I had - potential titled My Voice the Chain that Binds You.

*A5 - Scott Lang - 27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action

* R1 - Tony’s Poor Life Choices - see SRB Mile High Club above.

* K2 - Secret Admirer - carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone). Potential title: Wraps Around My Heart, Refusing to Unwind. Poking at some ideas in my head, but haven’t gotten anything on paper yet.

* K5 - Protectiveness -- using this for the third (and probable final) chapter of my Stony Western AU WIP Come Down From Your Fences (And Open the Gate)

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023

Nine fills and one WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something! (maybe the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* B5 - KINK: Double Penetration - see SRB Touch Attention/Denial above.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine). Will probably continue on this sometime in February. Current Last Line: "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics square – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!

WinterIron - No Powers AU – Stony No Powers AU

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On other creative fronts: I have a Ms Marvel Stuffed With Character figure in progress - still working on the figures/props for my three Marvel Trumps Hate auction winners as well (7 of 8 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!! Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March and another con in June so am pretty well booked up through spring/early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). They’re mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

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New Angel - Chapter 29

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chapter 1 ☆ chapter 2 ☆ chapter 3 ☆ chapter 4 ☆ chapter 5 ☆ chapter 6 ☆ chapter 7 ☆ chapter 8 ☆ chapter 9 ☆ chapter 10 ☆ chapter 11 ☆ chapter 12 ☆ chapter 13 ☆ chapter 14 ☆ chapter 15 ☆ chapter 16 ☆ chapter 17 ☆ chapter 18 ☆ chapter 19 ☆ chapter 20 ☆ chapter 21 ☆ chapter 22 ☆ chapter 23 ☆ chapter 24 ☆ chapter 25 ☆ chapter 26 ☆ chapter 27 ☆ chapter 28

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I had never seen Millie so sad. She spent her whole days sleeping in my bed and she even called sick at work. I would bring her food in bed even if I wouldn't normally let anyone eat in mine but it didn't really matter because she barely ate anyway. It was up to the point where it actually scared me. I didn't know what to do or what to say, but every time I'd lie down with her, she'd immediately move closer to me to cuddle me. It made me believe that all she really needed was a presence near her, someone she trusted, someone that made her feel safe. I was the one who went through it with her, and even if obviously, I couldn't really understand the depth of her pain and sorrow, she allowed me in and I couldn't explain how relieved it made me.

It had been over two weeks and nothing seemed to get better. I didn't know how long it could take to get over something like that and I guessed it was different for everyone, but I worried about my best friend more than I ever had about anyone in my life.

Once again, I lied there all night with her cuddling my side as I caressed her back gently. It would always take me so long to fall asleep even if I felt extremely exhausted but it seemed like my mind couldn't stop. I couldn't stop thinking, I couldn't stop worrying, I couldn't stop trying to find a solution.

My eyes fluttered open and I realized that as usual, she hadn't left my side. I looked down at her, her lips parted as she snored lightly, and brought my hand slowly to her face, brushing my fingertips on her cheek. It made her whimper low and I held my breath, hoping I didn't wake her up. I don't know how I managed to get out of bed but I walked slowly to the kitchen to prepare some coffee, hoping it would wake me up but not really believing in it. I knew I should eat too and I grabbed a cereal box before sitting at the table.

I stared at the bowl in front of me, yawning from time to time, and when I heard a noise, I blinked a few times, getting out of my thoughts.

"Hey, mate."

I felt my heart jump in my chest when I recognized Louis' voice and looked up, frowning slightly as he poured the coffee I just made in two different mugs before bringing one to me. He sat in front of me and I grabbed the mug, feeling my palm getting warmer against it. The whole apartment was cold, colder than it normally was, and I felt a shiver cross my back.

"You look like shit." Louis added, making me look up in his eyes as I sent him a rude look.

"Shut up."

I knew he was probably right but I hated that he mentioned it. I shivered again, wishing I had put a shirt on instead to walk around in only my boxers, and grabbed my spoon to take a mouthful of cereal, making sure I wouldn't throw an other insult at him. It was probably the lack of sleep that made me short-tempered but I couldn't help it. I knew I had dark circles under my eyes and that I probably looked tired, but with what was happening, it was quite normal, even if Louis was not aware of the whole story.

"Is she okay?"

This time, my heart skipped a beat and I looked up in his eyes again, almost choking on my food. My eyes roamed on his face and I licked my bottom lip after swallowing. Was it concern and worry I heard in his voice and saw all over his face?

"No." I admitted with a sigh, letting my spoon fall in my bowl and splash the table.

I groaned and raised my nose up, looking at the drops of milk but before I could do anything, Louis used the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe it off.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, trying to get my attention back. "Can I do anything?" I looked up and frowned again but he just shrugged a shoulder and grabbed his mug to take a sip. "I know both of you don't believe it but I love her, I still consider both of you my best friends. I know she doesn't want me around but if I can help, I will."

"Louis, you literally threw a fit when I told you how I felt for her."

"I know." he admitted, looking away. I could feel he was nervous and perhaps feeling a bit guilty but I didn't point it out. "It was selfish jealousy. I discussed with El and I realized it was just that. I was jealous she replaced me."

"You replaced her."

This time, his eyes met mine and he seemed annoyed. "You think I don't know?" he sighed and closed his eyes, clearly trying to calm himself and when his gaze met mine again, it was softer. "What happened to her?"

"I don't think it's my place to tell, Lou." I finally replied after a few seconds, licking my lips. "She's just very sad."

"She seemed happy. You two were getting closer and she was always laughing. I could hear her. It echoed on the fucking walls all the time. And now? Now all she does is sleep." he pointed out, taking a sip of coffee. "She needs out of bed. You need to show her that life is still worth it, okay? I feel like she could sleep her whole life away."

I hated that Louis gave me advice on something he obviously couldn't do himself. When was the last time Louis made Millie feel alive? When was the last time he made her laugh or showed her that life was worth it? At the same time, I knew he was right so I just nodded and passed my hand in my messy hair.

"Yea, alright, I'll keep you updated." I got up slowly, the sound of my chair against the floor annoying me slightly, and brought my dishes to the sink. "I'll go check on her."

I was about to get in the hall when I heard Louis' voice calling my name again and turned around.

"Mate, if you guys need anything, just call me okay? I'll drop everything and get here."

I walked back in my room and spent a few minutes just watching her sleep. She was laying on her back, her right cheek against the pillow and one of her arms placed near her head with her palm up. I stared a few seconds at her fingers curling a bit, almost touching her palm, and licked my lips before sighing. I wanted to make her happy. In fact, there was nothing I wanted more. I knew it was selfish but I wanted to be the one to make her happy, and no one else.

I moved closer again and slowly lied back down in bed with her, laying down on my stomach and holding myself with my elbows. I brought one of my hands to her arm and slid two of my fingertips up. My lips curled slightly when she shivered and my fingers reached her palm gently. I breathed it and held it as I intertwined our fingers together and it's only when she squeezed my hand that my eyes found hers. She was sending me a small smile and my whole heart seemed to burst.

"Niall." she whispered, staring at me with small and tired eyes.

"Mill, it's been so many days now." I whispered, moving closer to her without letting go of her hand. "We should get up and go out."

"Mm, no, I'm not strong enough."

My eyes roamed on her and I glanced up before looking back in her eyes. "A shower then? It's only a few feet away. I'll wash the sheets too and put clean ones."

Her lips parted and she seemed to hesitate. I didn't want to make her feel guilty about the way she felt or how she coped with it but Louis was right. She needed to do something, even if it only meant spending ten minutes in the shower.

"Please? For me?"

She brought her free hand slowly to my face and my eyes fluttered when her fingers reached my cheek. "Why are you so sweet with me?"

I wanted to tell her so many things at that moment but what kind of memory would we keep from that? As stupid as it seemed, I knew it was not the right time to monologue about how I felt and what I was ready to do for her.

"You know why." I replied softly. "I care about you more than I care about anyone else."

"Okay, I'll shower in one condition." she explained, raising her eyebrows as I did the same. "You come with me."

"I-In the shower?" I felt my heart start racing and my facial expression was probably surprising because it made her chuckle. I squeezed her hand so hard I was scared I actually hurt her.

"You keep your boxers. I'll keep my shirt and panties." she pointed out in a whisper. "But I don't want to go alone."

I couldn't slow down the beatings of my heart but I ended up just nodding and we got up very slowly and walked to the bathroom adjacent to my room. I grabbed two towels and put them on the counter before starting the shower. I walked in first and held out my hand to her to help her. It's only when water started falling on her and wetting her hair that my heart twisted in my chest. I was not nervous or impatient anymore, I was happy that my best friend was out of bed. I was happy that she wanted me with her. I was happy that she allowed me around her during one of the hardest period of her life.

I heard her sniff and it took me a while to realize she was crying. It was not so obvious since we were in the shower but it made my eyes water too. I shook my head a bit and grabbed the shampoo, pouring some in my hands before bringing them to her hair. She let me take care of her and wash her hair slowly, and I took a step closer to her. I helped her rinse her hair in silence and when I grabbed the soap, she tilted her head, watching me get some in my hands again.

"Is it okay? Or would you rather do it yourself?"

She shook her head and sent me a small smile before shrugging a shoulder. "No, please go ahead."

Slowly and a bit nervously, I brought my hands to her arms, rubbing soap gently on her skin and finally moved down on my knees to do the same to her legs and thighs. When I moved up, I realized she was holding her breath and stopped, raising my eyebrows.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Instead to answer, she just shook her head and I licked my lips, bringing my hands to her waist. I didn't want to turn this into a sexual thing but I couldn't help my heart from beating hard as my hands traveled on her. It was not just lust, though, it was also the strong desire to be close to her mentally, and to show her how much I cared. I washed her back and finally brought my hand back to her stomach, moving them up but stopping right under her breasts.

"Okay, you're clean now."

Her lips curled more at my words and she chuckled. "Not completely."

"You know if I touch you, It'll be hard to stop." I added softly, moving my face closer. "Even if this isn't meant to be sexual at all."

"I know, it's just... I haven't been touched in so long."

My lips parted and my hands gripped her a bit tighter. I looked down at her as I let my hands slide on her skin and her eyes fluttered close when they reached her breasts. I swallowed a curse word and kept staring at her face to engrave all her reactions and noises in my brain. She whimpered low when my palms brushed against her nipples and I moved my head down to lean my forehead against hers.

"No one can make me feel good and happy, Niall." she admitted when my hands moved back down to her waist. "Only you. And I don't know why. We used to annoy each other so much, why do I need you so bad now? How did you become my best friend so fast? Is this even real?"

"We've been through the same thing pretty much at the same time. That made us closer faster than usual. But I'm sure we would have ended up best friends anyway. And probably more."

I felt slightly dizzy at my confession but she just smiled and ran one of her hands on my chest, her fingers stopping near my belly button.

"I'm almost clean now." she murmured, the warm water still falling on both of us as I tried desperately not to kiss her.

"I can't go there, Mill." I replied just as low. "If I do, we can never go back."

"What if I promise it won't take me long?"

I was tired to resist. I was tired to wait until I was over Grace, over what happened with Summer. I was tired to wonder if she was over Louis, if we were going too fast, if what I felt was love or just some sort of rebound lust and closeness for someone I had known all my life without really knowing her. I was tired to ask myself questions every single time I was about to do something everyone thought I shouldn't do.

One of my hands left her waist and I slipped one of my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Millie was smiling and chuckling for the first time in so many days that there was no way I was going to say no to anything she'd ask, no matter what it was. It's not like it was a chore or a favor anyway, I wanted to make her feel good, I wanted to make her feel happy. Me. Only me. And it was fulfilling my specific desires and also hers at the same time.

I slid my hand in her panties, remembering it was still covered in soap, and one of my fingers slipped on her slit and pressed on her clit. I almost had to bring my other hand on the shower wall to keep my balance but instead, I gripped her waist harder and shut my eyes tight.

"Is that why you brought me here with you?" I breathed out.

"No, it was not planned." she admitted, licking her lips as her tongue brushed on my bottom one. "But I wouldn't have wanted anyone else."

"No one else in the shower with you, or no one else making you cum?"

"Both." she replied with a chuckle. "You're the only one I trust."

I didn't want to go too far, I just kept rubbing my fingers on her clit gently and when she let out a low whimper, I started going slightly faster. One of her hands reached for my hair and she pulled on it lightly while the other grabbed my wrist tight.

"Oh fuck, Niall..." her voice was low and she closed her eyes tight as she came, shaking very slightly against me, her grip on my wrist tightening to hard I could feel her nails dig in the inside of my arm but kept going until her whole body relaxed.

She started panting and I took my hand out of her wet panties, moving my head back a bit to look at her.

"You're clean now." I half-joked, the left corner of my lips curling. "I'll get you some dry clothes and change the sheets of the bed."

Her eyes opened slowly and she nodded, sending me a small smile that I mirrored. I was about to leave when I felt her hand on my arm and turned around. Her lips parted and I knew what she was about to say but instead, she closed her mouth and swallowed hard.

"It won't be awkward between us now, right?"

For some reason, I knew deep in my heart that it was not what she had planned to tell me at first but I just smiled more and shook my head.

"No petal, I promise."

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Your Eyes Are Like Starlight-12

Haldir X F!Reader

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24)

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Summary: Haldir and his patrol rescue a woman outside of the forest and bring her to Caras Galadhon. She is allowed to stay to recover from her injuries, both physical and mental. Haldir quickly finds himself as her protector and worries what will happen when she leaves.

Note: Warning for eventual smut, minors DNI. I wrote this a while back and it is incredibly self-indulgent. I know I probably screwed up actual lore, but I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you do as well. It was previously posted on A03.

All Italics are Elvish.

Chapter 12: Hope Blooms Once More

While his heart ached, Haldir’s fingers tensed when he spotted Lady Galadriel outside the Healer’s Hall. She appeared to have been waiting for him as she led him aside when he neared. He wondered what exactly she wanted to discuss. Did it have to do with the burial?

“Haldir,” she began, her hands gently taking his own. “We are not sure of what has happened, but perhaps she has been blessed more than we know.”

Haldir shook his head, not understanding what his lady was speaking of. “My Lady-,” he started but couldn’t bring himself to finish. The look in his lady’s eyes silenced him.

“She lives.”

The words shook him to his core. Surely, it could not be true. He had held her body in his arms, felt the cold seep into his flesh as he carried her home. However, Haldir’s knew Galadriel’s truth and trusted in her more than himself. If she claimed Y/N was alive, then it was true.

He stopped his knees from buckling as he felt the rush of relief wash over him. A comforting look crossed Galadriel’s features as she squeezed his shoulders. “She is not awake, but there is hope she will be soon. Go to her.”

Haldir all but ran into the hall where Alassë was sitting beside Y/N on a bed. Berendir watched over the two of them, disbelief still evident in his face. Alassë motioned for Haldir to join her, standing to let him close and politely ignoring the tears in his eyes.

“I cannot tell you what has happened,” she whispered. “But Haldir, I am so happy.”

“As am I,” he whispered back as he knelt beside the woman. “My love, I am here.”

Of course, the woman did not answer but it did not discourage Haldir in the slightest. She was breathing. Her heart beating in her chest. She had come back to him.

“Her body healed,” Berendir suddenly stated. “Perhaps even death cannot touch her,” he added quietly.

“Is that possible?” Haldir questioned, hope lacing the words.

“I do not know, but her survival is impossible and yet she breathes.”

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Lindiel nearly doubled over in tears when she learned Y/N was alive. Haldir squeezed her hand reassuringly as she stood by the two of them. Rúmil, as surprised as he was, was more than happy to see the resurrected woman. He stayed at the foot of the bed watching Lindiel and his brother hover over Y/N.

Rúmil and Orophin had brought the group breakfast as neither the healers, Haldir, or Lindiel were willing to leave. Lady Galadriel, though she had stayed for most of the early morning, returned to her duties shortly after Haldir’s arrival.

“How is she?” Orophin asked as he placed a plate before his brother.

“She has not awakened, but they say she is well. Her hands have warmed,” he said holding onto one.

“For that I am glad,” Orophin smiled. “When she wakes will you scold her?”

Haldir’s chuckled softly. “I should, but I feel lucky just to have her back.” He suddenly became solemn as the minutes passed. “I never want her to have to be in that position again. She will never have to make that choice a second time.”

“You cannot mean what I think you do,” Rúmil said from his place across from the two.

“I cannot allow her to be put in danger again,” Haldir hissed.

“And you think she will be safe in a village far off? When there are orcs running rampant? Who will protect her then, Haldir?”

The elf was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. He knew Rúmil was right, but Y/N had been put in danger and he hadn’t been able to protect her. He didn’t deserve to call himself her One, not when he had failed her so.

“She chose to save your life, Haldir. We nearly lost you too, and we are lucky she has been blessed, but it was her decision to sacrifice herself. She loves you. She is your One,” Orophin offered as he gripped his brother’s shoulder. “Do not let her go again.”

The group was interrupted by one of the members of the patrol. He bowed his head to the brothers as he approached.

“My apologies, Marchwarden. Rúmil. Orophin,” he greeted. “There is word of more orcs nearing the forest. I have come to inform you.”

“We will go with you,” Rúmil said. “Orophin and I will grab our bows and meet you at the northern border.”

After a pause, Haldir rose from his spot beside Y/N. “I will go with you as well.”

The patrol member looked mildly surprised, holding up his hand. “We will handle it, Marchwarden. I understand if you wish to remain.”

“She is safe here,” Haldir replied. “I will keep her safe by ridding the forest of those vile creatures. Let us go.”

Rúmil called to Lindiel who sat nearby with Alassë and asked her to watch over Y/N until the patrol group returned. She was more than happy to do so.

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It took another four days for Y/N to begin stirring. Occasionally Lindiel would catch her brow twitch or nostril flare as she caught a breath. The two healers and the elleth were on the edge waiting for moment when the woman would wake. Haldir’s patrol had not yet returned from their latest mission, but word had been sent that they were well.

Night had come and Lindiel and Alassë day in the little room adjoining the hall enjoying a cup of tea. The two had urged Berendir to head home and rest, insisting that they could handle the hall for the night.

“Do you think the patrol will return soon?” Alassë asked.

“I hope so, but I cannot say for certain. Rúmil said the orcs were growing in number. I worry.”

“As do I, mellon.”

A crash sounded from the hall and the two elleths jumped at the sound. Throwing the door open, they ran into the hall and found one of the basins by Y/N’s bed. The woman was currently retching and trying to push herself up off the bed.

“Y/N!” Lindiel shouted and helped her sit up.

Y/N proceeded to gag until she was vomiting water all over her the sheets covering her lap. Her eyes were bloodshot as they frantically searched the room, confusion clouding her mind.

“Calm yourself,” Alassë urged as she began pulling the vomit stained sheets from the woman. “You are safe.”

“Yes, mellon, you are safe,” Lindiel tried desperately not to cry. “We are with you.”

Y/N whimpered and then lay her head in the crook of Lindiel’s shoulder as she wept unsure why she was doing so. The elleth patted her back comfortingly and rocked her.

“I remember the water,” Y/N hoarsely whispered. “I thought I would drown. I couldn’t reach the surface in time.”

“Y/N,” Lindiel pulled away and ran her hands over the tear tracks on her face. “You did drown. We thought you had passed.” Her voice hitched and Alassë turned to hide her own tears from Lindiel’s explanation. “Lady Galadriel planned for a burial.”

“Then how-,” Y/N wondered. “Where is Haldir?”

“He will return soon. He knows you live,” Alassë explained.

Nodding, Y/N curled back against Lindiel who shook her head softly. “Let us get you cleaned and dressed.”

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 28

Request: Yes / No

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John Murphy x Fem! Griffin!Reader

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Getting robbed I suppose?

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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John and I packed some things and left to meet Jaha at the Dropship. John was determined to get us to the city of light. He wanted us to have a life without judgement. I was mostly curious to see if it’s real or just a rumor like everyone says it is. I thought about Lexa a lot during our trek. I understood why she left me in the mountain, but if she found out that I was weak and fell in love she would kill me.

“Sir, do you recognize anything?” One of the guys asked.

“The tent was near here. I’m sure of it.” Jaha answered and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah right, it’s all just sand.” I mumbled and John sighed.

“What’s the matter? You guys got some place better to be?” John asked as he pulled me along.

“You have a point.” I sighed and he smirked. He stopped by Jaha and looked around.

“You see anyone?” He asked. Jaha walked towards the wagon.

“Bak op o ai na frag yu!” (Stay back or I’ll kill you!) A woman said and jumped up with a knife.

“We mean you no harm.” Jaha said and John held me behind him.

“Do you speak English?” Jaha asked.

“What do you want?” The girl asked.

“Nothing. It looks like you could use a hand. What are you doing out here along?” He asked and I looked around, something didn’t seem right.

“My brother and I were on our way to the City of Light… when Wastelanders attacked.” She said, removing her face mask.

“They took our horse. All our water, everything. They killed him. This cart is all I have left.” She answered.

“Give her some water.” Jaha said and John started taking his bag off.

“No, no, no. We barely have enough for ourselves here.” One of the men said.

“Touch me again and I’ll end you.” John threatened, but I held him back.

“I don’t trust her.” I whispered.

“You don’t trust anyone babe.” He said and pulled me along. John pulled his water bottle out and handed it to her.

“It’s okay.” He said and I kept my eyes narrowed at her. She took it and desperately drank it.

“We’re on our way to the City of Light as well. What’s your name?” Jaha asked and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Emori.” She answered and I looked back at her.

“Everyone in the Dead Zone is looking for the City of Light. Almost no one finds it. I can get you there.” She said and that’s when I noticed her covered hand. She’s one of the freaks…

“If you pull my cart.” She added.

“Done.” Jaha said and I gripped John’s arm.

“We can’t trust her.” I whispered.

“Caspian, you’re on the first shift!” Jaha shouted.

“Then just trust me.” He whispered.

“Thanks for the water.” She said, handing the water back to him.

“It’s uh- It was no problem.” John said and I narrowed my eyes at her. All of us were walking through the Dead Zone, pulling Emori’s cart.

“So I gotta ask, what made you ditch your home and risk your life to cross the beach from hell?” John asked her. I was walking ahead of them because I didn’t want to be near her.

“It doesn’t matter.” She answered.

“Come on, take my mind off all the fun we’re having.” John said in his usual sarcastic tone, making me smirk slightly.

“It wasn’t my decision to leave.” She answered and I perked up slightly.

“Kicked out? Okay, now I’m interested. What did you do?” He asked.

“If I told you, you would not look at me the same.” She said.

“Maybe. Then again, I might surprise you.” He said and I glared slightly.

“What about you? How did you end up in the Dead Zone?” She asked him.

“I could tell you the gory details, but since you’re one of the few people on this planet who doesn’t hate me at the moment, I don’t think I wanna blow it.” He answered and I felt my heart break slightly.

“Now I’m interested.” She said with an obvious flirty tone.

“Okay, you really wanna know? I killed two people. Tried to kill two more. I had my reasons, but nobody cared. I’m the bad guy.” He said and I frowned.

“Told you I’d blow it.” He said after a moment. I looked back and saw she was showing him her hand. It was mutated.

“My people saw me as a stain in the bloodline, something to erase.

“Then screw them.” John said and I looked at him with a furrowed brow.

“I wouldn’t cover it up. I think it’s pretty badass.” He said and my eyes widened slightly.

“Ai don get in yu were won kom emo.” (I knew you were one of them.) I growled, walking up to them. Emori took out her knife and I took out one of my swords.

“Y/N! Stop!” John said and Emori’s eyes widened.

“Yu laik Heda’s ait meika?” (You’re the commander’s right hand?) she asked, still holding her knife to protect herself.

“Yu beda na stedaunon!” (You should be dead!) I growled and went to go attack her, but John stopped me.

“Calm down Y/N!” He said holding me close to him.

“Let me go John!” I growled.

“No, not until you tell me why the hell you’re attacking her.” He said.

“She’s one of those freaks! Heda said they die.” I said.

“You’re not with Lexa anymore. She left you to die, remember? She left you with Cage.” He said and I shuddered.

“Don’t you dare mention that name!” I said and shoved him away from me. I could feel tears well in my eyes as the memories that didn’t happen that long again resurfaced.

“Come here.” He said and pulled me to him, taking my sword from my hand and put it in its sheath.

“For Heda’s right hand, you’re weak.” Emori said and I glared at her.

“I’ll show you weak!” I shouted, just John pulled me back.

“She’s been through a lot recently.” He said and pulled me away.

“Don’t kill her, for me.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Why? So you can flirt with her more?” I spat.

“What? I wasn’t-”

“Save it.” I cut him off and walked off.

Now it was Jaha, John, Emori, and I pulling her damn cart. It was hot, and hard to pull the cart through the sand. I was still annoyed at John for flirting with her and then lying about it, so we weren’t speaking right now.

“Dei de’s far pleni!” (That’s far enough!) A man on a horse said, holding a large gun.

“Chancellor, look out!” The guards shouted and held their guns at the ready.

“Non gon mov!” (Nobody move!) He shouted.

“Hold your fire!” Jaha said and Emori grabbed John and held a knife to his throat.

“Wait!” John said as she pulled him along. I pulled my sword out and was ready to kill her and the asshole on the horse.

“Everybody, put your weapons and supplies in the cart and nobody gets hurt.” She said.

“Natrona! Heda was ait hashta bilaik kind!” (Traitor! The Commander was right about your kind!) I growled.

“En em looks like Heda was wrong hashta yu.” (And it looks like The Commander was wrong about you) She said with a smirk.

“If we give you our supplies, we’ll all die out here.” Jaha said.

“If you don’t you’ll die right here.” She said.

“Say the word and I’ll kill her before he could even think about pulling the trigger.” I growled.

“No, do as she says, now.” Jaha said. Everyone put their stuff in the cart but me.

“Dula op em don eni techin?” (Do they have any technology?) The man on the horse asked.

“Oso’ll dig au.” (We’ll find out.) She called back.

“How’s your faith holding up, Chancellor?” John asked.

“Shut up.” She said.

“Unwavering.” He answered.

“You don’t want to do this.” He said walking towards her and I rolled my eyes.

“Stop walking.” She said.

“We all came out here searching for a better life, same as you. Maybe we can find it, if we work together.” He said.

“She’s not to be trusted.” I growled.

“Shut up Y/N.” John said and I narrowed my eyes more.

“Thanks. But no.” She said.

“Emori, hos op!” (Emori, hurry up!) The man shouted.

“Now, Y/N put your stuff in the cart and everyone back away and get on your knees!” She shouted.

“Do as she says Y/N.” John said.

“Fine.” I growled and put my things in the cart and backed away with everyone else, also getting on my knees. She turned and put John on his knees as well.

“What a surprise, you’re just like everyone else.” He said. She whispered something in his ear and I glared at her.

“Good luck, John.” She said then knocked him out.

As soon as they left I rushed to John’s side. It was getting dark and we decided not to move until he woke up.

“John.” I whispered, trying to wake him once again.

“Come on John, we need to get going.” I whispered. John coughed and reached for his head.

“There, he’s up. It’s about time.” Caspian said.

“Quiet, Caspian.” Jaha said.

“Are you alright?” Jaha asked and I helped him stand up.

“If he’s not, we’re leaving him here. His little girlfriend too.” Caspian said and I glared at him.

“Say another word and I’ll kill you.” I growled.

“Easy Y/N, I’m okay.” He said.

“It’s time to go home.” Caspian said and Jaha looked at him.

“And where exactly is that?” He asked.

“Sir, I know you’re trying to take us to a better place, but look around. We’ve got no food, we’ve got no water, and no idea how to find it.” Caspian said.

“Due North.” John said and we looked at him confused.

“She said due North.” He added and I rolled my eyes.

“What is due North, John?” Jaha asked.

“She was talking about the City of Light.” He answered and I scoffed.

“Did she say that?” Caspian asked.

“No.” He answered.

“Doesn’t matter what she said, we can’t trust her!” I said.

“Did she say how far due North?” Jaha asked.

“No, she didn’t, but she wouldn’t be sending us there if we couldn’t make it.” He said.

“You honestly want to trust the bitch that just stole all our stuff?” I asked.

“Sir, I really hope you are not considering this.” Caspian said.

“John, we have no weapons and no rations. If we go North and you’re wrong, then all of us will die. If we turn back now, we live.” Jaha said.

“So that’s it? We’ve reached the point of no return? You wanna give up?” John asked.

“I didn’t say that.” Jaha said.

“You didn’t not say it either.” He said.

“That is the North Star.” Jaha said pointing up at the sky.

“After you.” He said and motioned for John to go first. John looked at me.

“You coming?” He asked and I sighed.

“You’re lucky I lo- I mean yeah.” I said and grabbed his arm, heading North. My cheeks were heating up as we walked away from the group.

“The rest of you need to decide for yourselves, but either way, we’ll come back for you when we find it.” Jaha said.

“Sir? This is a mistake! You’re not gonna find it! You’re not gonna make it!” Caspian shouted.

“So… What was that you were about to say?” John asked walking backwards in front of me with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, obviously playing dumb.

“Really? Because I think you were about to say the L word.” He said, his smirk growing.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” I said and he furrowed his brows.

“I believe this is what they call having faith, John.” Jaha said, catching up to us as we climbed the hill.

“Faith? Nah, we just have nothing better to do, right Y/N?” He asked me and I bit my lip.

“I suppose so.” I said and walked ahead of them. I can’t believe I almost told John I loved him! I could never say that to him, otherwise I would be weak and I will not be weak again.

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goodness gracious 71. brb x oc

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Beatrice was a bit surprised when Leonardo messaged her the very next morning, asking if she wanted to hang out after lunch. She was confused as to why, they rarely spent time together anymore since they became adults - and he became a father - but it worked because Rooster said he was going to visit Pete for a little bit that afternoon. Leonardo asked her to go to Mr.Scoops, where he’d already be waiting, so she’d take Jolene as well.

Bradley drives her over, kissing her lips soundly as she steps out with Jolene’s leash in her hand, “Have a nice talk with Leo.” he mutters against her lips, “And if you can bring some ice cream home, that’d be really cool.”

She laughs back, kissing his lips a few more times “I’ll get you some nice chocolate ones.” she smiles, waving him goodbye and closing the door. He waits until Beatrice disappears behind the doors giving her one final wave before he drives off.

It takes a few minutes for her to see Leonardo, just Leonardo, no Bianca in sight, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looks around. He looks worried when he turns over to look at her, but his smile widens, “Hey, sis.” he says, hugging Beatrice tight, a bit too tight,something was definitely up, “Glad you showed up.”

“You know I’ll never say no to Mr.Scoops.” she says softly, following her brothers with her eyes as he leaned down to greet Jolene as well. Beatrice tried to figure out what was going on with Leonardo, but she couldn’t, not yet. Because her brother, while looking worried, kept the smile on his face the whole time.

She wondered if there was something going on with Cynthia, or Heaven forbid, Bianca. She decided to talk to him about it after they got their ice creams: mango for her and pistachio for him, plus a Puppy Bowl for Jolene to enjoy. Much like the last time she was there, they went to the second floor to sit on one of the tables, thankfully they were all dry - the rain yesterday continued all through the night until early morning - and it wasn’t so cold up there because they remained inside instead of the balcony.

Beatrice looked at Leonardo, who just mixed his ice cream vigorously until it had a smoothie consistency, with her lower lip into her mouth, “So,” she began, scooping her own ice cream to take a small bite, “You felt like having ice cream then?”

Leonardo inhales deeply, leaning back on his chair to meet his sister’s eyes in an unreadable gaze, his hands on his thighs before he speaks, “Cyn is pregnant.” Beatrice chokes on the cold treat, coughing behind her hand in surprise with her eyes going wide, “We found out on friday.”

“She–oh my God, congratulations Leo!” she smiles, but her brother remains worried, “You…don’t look too excited.”

“It’s not that, it’s…” he sighs, “Well, we told Bianca because you know how she is, she ended up finding the pregnancy test and– God,” he rubs his eyes with his hands, then slid them to his graying brown hair, “She doesn’t really…get it, well, she’s mad. She’s mad because she’s having a little sibling and not a dog.”

Beatrice’s eyes softened, “Well, she’s just a child Leo.” she says as gently as she could, “You know she doesn’t get it yet. She’ll get used to it.”

“Sure, but…well, I think she feels a bit betrayed because she wanted to spend the week with mom and dad.” of course Leonardo would be exasperated because of that, worrying that his own daughter didn’t love him anymore, “Not to mention, with the new kid I’d have to get more surfing classes so my time with her would be limited.”

Beatrice frowns a bit, tapping the colorful spoon on the light orange dessert, scooping out a mango cube. She could understand that, even without children herself, that it’d hurt Bianca not having her father so often since Cynthia was a dentist and would spend most of the day out, “I see.” her brother groans, hitting his forehead on the table in despair, the noise making Jolene look up from her bowl in confusion, “Leo,” she calls, sighs, then moves to the chair closest to her brother to touch his shoulder, “Hey, come on.”

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.” she says firmly, “She loves you, she’s just…five and confused.” Beatrice rubs her brother's shoulder and upper back, trying to comfort him in some way “You know she does love you, don’t be thinking otherwise.” but her brother just kept his head down, something thumping it against the colorful wood and Bea had to place her hand between forehead and table to prevent him from giving himself a headache.

Leonardo lifts his head again, rubbing his eyes and cupping his face with his hands to stare at nothing, his lips pursed downwards, “Who else knows?” Beatrice asks, lowering the hand to her lap.

“Right now, you and Mikey.” he mutters, “Bianca isn’t going to say a peep about it because she’s so angry. She’s probably going to ignore me when I pick her up too, ughh…” he drops his facer on his hands one more time, groaning to himself at how upsetting this situation was. Beatrice just goes back to rubbing his shoulder, making sure he knew she’d be there for him no matter what.

“It won’t last too long,” she says, “You’ll see, she’ll get used to being an older sister, she might even like it more than you ever imagined.”

Leonardo sighs against his hands, then lowers them to support his chin on top of his knuckles, “You know, it kinda reminds me when you were born.” that made Beatrice stop rubbing his shoulder to furrowed her eyebrows in confusion towards him, “Yeah,I was…kinda pissed when I found out you’d be born, I didn’t wanted to uh…you know, not be the youngest one anymore.”

“Oh.”

“But then I saw you with those tubes and everything and…I don’t know, I had a complete change of heart and I loved you from the beginning.” he says, ‘But Bibi…I don’t know, she’s already having a hard time dealing with it now, imagine when the baby is born.”

Bea digested the information that her older brother wasn’t as loving as he was when he found out about her being born. Of course after that they were best friends growing up, with Leo being her protector during middle school and sharing his interests with her every time she asked him about it. “I…I mean I don’t know, Leo. Like I said, it’s about talking to her too, you know?”

“I guess…”

Beatrice looks down at her ice cream, leaning on her opposite hand to keep her eyes on her brother, “Do you want me to take Bibi out? Maybe it’ll help her get used to the idea.”

“Could you?’

“Of course,Leo. You know I wouldn’t mind.”

Leonardo gave her a little smile, then patted her hand in thanks, before he finally dug into his melting ice cream, “Oh, ah, you can tell Brad, if you want.” he says after a while, “Bianca adores him too, so that helps a bit.” Beatrice nods, holding his hand a bit tighter and hoping that would help her brother get his mind out of things.

“You need a ladder or something?”

Pete sighed heavily, looking over his shoulder towards his godson with an unimpressed stare, Bradley chuckling as he made his way inside Penny’s place where Mav is currently trying to measure a space on the wall, “Very funny.” the older pilot says, refocusing his eyes to the markings on the wall with his brows furrowed just a bit, “I’m trying to see if this is a good area for the new TV.”

Rooster sees the plasma tv box leaning on the wall, pulling out his Hawaiian shirt and rolling his sleeves to his elbows, “What do you need me to do?”

“Grab whatever isn’t as big as the tv from the inside and place it on the coffee table,” Pete says, scratching another marking with the lead pencil on the wall, “I want to separate it so it’ll be easier for us to put this thing together.”

His godson nods, using the box cutter to pry the lids open and check the contents inside. The bags of screws and wires was tucked behind the back of the TV, so he had to squeeze his huge hand in there to grab everything in one go. The little plastic bag looked up at him before he tossed it to the coffee table,”I’m serious, do you need a stool?” He was trying hard not to laugh at how Pete was almost standing on his tiptoes to reach a higher area of the wall. Bradley barely avoided the pencil thrown his way, chuckling quietly to himself as Pete finally approached the coffee table and sat down in front of it.

Bradley just does the same, right next to him and opened the tool box he had on the side as Pete analyzed every tiny little thing he’d had to use, “Jesus.” he hears Mav say, “I kinda miss when all you had to do was plug it to the wall and be done with it.” he flips through the manual with the same frown, heaving out a loud sigh and then tossing it away, “We won’t need that.”

“We won’t?”

“No, I can figure it out.” he hated how Mav said that so casually, grabbing the contents from the other bag and pouring it in front of them, the tinkling of the tiny screws and rods hitting their ears in unison, “Well, let’s begin.”

This reminded Mav of the few times he’d go fishing with Goose and Brad, when he was barely hold enough to understand what a fishing rod was, with his eyes huge and amazed watching both his father and uncle tossing the baits on the water. It was his favorite thing, he’d always gasp in surprise when they pulled out whatever was that they caught that day. And now look at him, bigger than Nick ever was and yet looking like the perfect mix between Carole and his father.

He was a grown man now, with a healthy relationship - thank God - with a girl who was really sweet and just perfect for him. He was very happy that Bradley found Beatrice and how much her presence helped him grow out of his shell - and from behind the gates he kept around his heart. And he could see it, as clear as day, how much Brad loved her and vice versa.

Thing is, if his math was right, soon enough he’d bring up the subject of marriage. He knew it, he’s a lot like his father in that aspect, he was just waiting for him to say it. He told Penny that six to seven months would be a good time, but maybe he should add a few more months for safety especially because of Beatrice’s personality - she’s a lot more shy and nervous than Carole was, a bit more careful too.

“Pete.” he hears his nephew say, making him move his eyes from the screws in his hand towards Bradley, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

He hesitated, licking his lips and running his hand down his mustache and chin, a gesture Pete had seen many times in Goose was now mirrored perfectly on Rooster, “I…It’s a curiosity, really.” he assures, almost too quickly, “When my dad met my mom, how long did it take for them to take the next step?”

Mav bit back his smile, the triumphant sound of horns inside his head echoing on his skull and announcing he was very right, “Well,” he begins, “Let’s see, they dated for four months, then on the fifth Goose proposed and then got married before they made six months together.” he remembers how Goose sounded overly excited when Carole accepted his proposal, even picking Maverick up as if he was a toddler, swinging him around the bar they were currently at the time.

Bradley ‘ah’ed, nodding quietly to himself while busying his hands on another random baggie, unsure what this one had inside besides the usual things from the other ones as well. Bradley looks up when silence follows, with Pete arching his eyebrows for him to continue talking, “Oh,I just wanted to know, that’s all.”

“That’s something interesting to be curious about, did something happen?”

“I just saw their wedding picture a few days ago.” he lies through his teeth “That’s why.”

But Pete knew Bradley a lot, he was really like his father in several ways. However, he said nothing, he just nodded with a small smile, “Okay.” he said, finally looking back at the tv box and pushing himself to his feet, “Help me set this up.”

Bradley follows without saying much, simply doing what Mav asked him to while his brain rushed to every possibility there was. If his father proposed to his mother after five months of dating, then…it wouldn’t be weird right? Still he’d want to at least move in together with Beatrice before he did ask the question, and hopefully he won’t be deployed then so he could do it as soon as he could, but knowing that maybe it wasn’t as crazy as he thought it was gave him some comfort.

Beatrice would go through a lot in the coming month, between the photoshoot and her birthday - which was still being thought out by Evelyn who was extremely helpful whenever he needed an opinion on what to do. So far they thought on three different places the celebration could happen - he wouldn’t want to give her more to think about and get nervous about either of those things. Especially since her birthday was going to be a surprise.

But, maybe, maybe he could think about the ‘m’ word he has been ignoring for these past months. Is it quick considering societal norms of matrimony? Yes, it was, but he was…genuinely thinking about it. He loved her, she loved him and nothing more in this world would mean more to him than knowing she’d be called his in a completely different level. Beatrice at her aunt’s wedding was already quite something, if he imagined her wearing white and soon to be having his last name as her own…yeah, yeah he liked that.

He just had a lot to think about, a lot of things to consider, to plan too. He just wanted to know what would happen past her birthday, hopefully he wouldn’t be deployed - which seems almost illogical to think about and he couldn’t just prevent it from happening if he had to go - so he could enjoy the celebration with her. His heart really felt a lot lighter than before, that’s for sure…but he hoped his questioning would make ideas pop in Mav’s head just yet, he’d prefer if his godfather/uncle kept quiet about it.

After setting the TV up on the wall, the two of them tested the channels to check if everything was going well, which made Bradley look around the place in question, “Where’s Penny?”

“She’s out with Amelia and Shells, I think they are getting stuff for when Amelia goes back to college.” Pete explains flicking through the channels quickly, nodding when he noticed everything was working fine “I think it’s done. Hey,” he asks his godson when he drops the remote on the couch, “You want a soda or something?”

“It’s sunday afternoon, Mav. Jesus…yeah give me one.” both men chuckled as Mav led Bradley to Penny’s kitchen, well Penny and Mav’s now he supposed, opening the door to pick two Budweisers from the inside, tossing one of them towards Rooster who grabs it mid air. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Mav tosses the bottle opener to his nephew after he pops his own bottle, hearing the ‘pop!’ and the subtle fizzing noise coming from inside. He leans his back against the kitchen table, while Bradley leans his shoulder against the wall supporting his weight on a hip, “So, where’s Bea?”

Mav smiled when Bradley’s lips quirked just at the mention of her name, “Out with her brother, he wanted to talk to her.”

“Nothing bad, I hope? You’ve been behaving around her family, right Bradley?”

The young Bradshaw huffs out a laugh, licking his lips before tipping the bottle to swallow the amber liquid, smacking his lips once he’s done, “I’ve been doing great. I don’t think there’s anything to do with me.” he pauses, looking down at the bottle with a little grin, “I like them, her family I mean. They are protective over her for a good reason.”

Mav only heard from Rooster that Beatrice’s ex was anything but a nice person to her, he didn’t know any details besides that and he didn’t think he wanted to know more details at all. Knowing that someone was mean enough to make an entire family hate you was enough reason for him “Maybe I can meet them one day.” at your wedding, he thought, drinking his own soda to hold back the words, “They seem like nice people.”

“They are, God, that Christmas’ Eve was…really cool.” he says softly,”They all really welcomed me, it was…it was really nice to have something like that again.” not to mention he got a lot of gifts. And a very special one from Beatrice that still made his body shudder just at the memory of it.

Pete grinned, taking another sip of his soda and looking back at Bradley, seeing how his eyes shone when he spoke about it. It honestly made him so happy to know that Rooster was slowly finding a family again, he still had him and the Daggers, but there was something special about…having other people that cared for you. And he knows how much he wanted both Carole and Goose with him, he knew that, but he was more than happy to know that Beatrice’s family took him in so easily.

Before they could continue their conversation, a tune came from the back of Bradley’s pants, the pilot immediately picking it up and smiling at the screen, “It’s Bea.” he says, holding up the phone for Mav to see, “I’ll pick it up, be right back.”

“Go on, Romeo.” Mav laughs as Rooster walks away, “Go on.”

Rooster answers the call when he’s far enough from Mav, pressing the phone to his ear, “Hey gorgeous.” he coos, “How’s your day with Leo going?”

“Oh, it’s going fine. Um,I’m actually on my way to pick Bianca from my parents.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, uh…Well, she’s going to be a big sister and she isn’t very happy about it, so Leo asked me to you know, stay with her for a bit and maybe make her see it’s not so bad?”

“Ah,I see. Well, first of congratulations to Leo,” he hears a male voice reply a quiet ‘thanks’ from the background, “Also, do you want me to pick you up? I can go with you and Bianca to wherever you two are planning.”

“I was actually thinking about taking her to the dog park, since I have Jolene with me.”

Bradley nods, leaning his other shoulder against the wall, “Sounds good, angel. Do you want me to pick you up from your parents?” she answered positively, the sound of the car parking, meaning she was already there, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be there okay?”

“Okay, Roos. I love you! See you in a little bit.”

“I love you too, pretty girl. See you soon,” he hangs up the call with a smile, drinking the last of his soda before he goes back to where Mav is still leaning against the kitchen table, “I’m going to go meet Bea at her parents’ house.”

“Everything okay?” Pete asks after Bradley hands him the empty glass bottle.

“Yeah, her niece isn’t feeling the greatest so we’re going to take her out for a bit.” he says, patting his pockets as he tries to find his keys, finally remembering he dropped them at the glass bowl Penny keeps close to the door where all the other keys go as well, “It’ll be fun.”

Mav follows Bradley to the front door, thanking his nephew one more time for coming by and helping him out, then telling him to enjoy himself out there, watching as Rooster entered the blue Bronco, waving him goodbye and then driving off. He got to Bea’s parents in a few minutes, his girlfriend was seated on the front steps of the house with Bianca on her lap and Jolene lying by her feet.

Bianca’s little blonde head lifted when she saw the known blue car, but she had a pout on her face that didn’t diminish. Jolene greeted Bradley first when he walked out, the pilot leaning down to pat her head and ribs before he made his way over, “Hey,” he says when Beatrice stands up, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss then turning his head to Bianca, “Hey there, Bibi. How are you doing?”

Bianca just shrugged, hugging her aunt’s neck even tighter, making Beatrice gently rub her back with a soft gaze, “She’s going to be fine, aren’t you honey? We are going to the dog park! It’s going to be fun!” Bianca just buried her face on the curve of Beatrice’s neck and shoulder, her aunt giving Rooster a worried look but he just mouther for her to ‘not worry’.

Her parents had an extra toddler seat in the house as well, so they didn’t have to go all the way back to her house and get the one she had, making it a lot easier for Beatrice to plop Bianca inside - the little girl still looked upset, but she rubbed her hand on Jolene’s head with the same little pout on her face - then turned to Rooster before they enter the Bronco, “My parents don’t know about it yet,” she mouths ‘the baby’ “So, we need to be careful when talking about it.”

“Got it.” he turns his eyes to the door, “Are they home?”

“They are, but my mom is currently power cleaning everything and my dad is trying to help her, so they just know we are going out together.” she explains, both of them finally inside the car, Beatrice looking over to where Bianca was to check on her. Her niece just looked bored and upset, her little arms crossed over her chest with her head tilted to the side.

Beatrice bit her lower lip in worry, turning to face Rooster who in turn grabbed her hand, kissing the back, “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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blouisparadise · 4 years

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love.

Happy reading!

1) Your Good Time | Explicit | 3070 words

Louis nodded along with what the guy was saying, apparently his arousal taking over his brain to mouth filter as he said, “Who would want to hide a fit bloke like you? That guys an idiot.” Louis scoffed, dramatizing the word ‘idiot’, giving the guy a sly smirk. The guy leaned an arm against the bar, turned his body to Louis and fixed him with a curious look before he held out a hand.

“M’Harry.”

Louis and Harry meet in a bar when Harry's date is an ass. Inspired by Temporary Fix by One Direction.

2) I Push You To The Limits | Explicit | 3846 words

Louis is a brat who likes seeing his boyfriend get jealous and possessive over him.

3) Overkill | Explicit | 4354 words

Louis was never going to get over how fucking attractive Harry was. How glorious his big, tall, curvy body was. The feeling of Harry behind him, hot and heavy, trapped on the tube after they’d been somewhere during rush hour. His thick hands, full of pretty rings sometimes, handing Louis a cup of coffee, then getting one for himself.

4) Too Nervous to be Lovers | Mature | 6445 words

Louis doesn't want to spend quarantine with Harry, his straight roommate, who doesn't even acknowledge his existence.

5) Fratboy In Love | Mature | 6830 words

Harry Styles was a frat boy who loved to sleep around and flirt with boys and girls. Louis was a good uni student who loved to stay in and study and wasn't much of a partier.

Insert his best friend Niall who talks him into going. Louis gets drunk and ends up sleeping with harry. The next day he leaves before Harry wakes and tries to avoid him at all costs. Thinking Harry wouldn't care since Louis was just another conquest. But what if Harry did care. And actually have a crush on Louis. Read and find out

6) My Sunflower | Mature | 7057 words

Louis would rather be sunbathing at the beach with his friends, not slaving his spring break away in his father’s flower shop.

7) Waiting | Explicit | 8023 words

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

8) Shine Light Upon Your Ground | Explicit | 8506 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/H, which the reader can picture as Harry or Henry Cavill.

Louis sighs again and fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist, twisting the charms around and petting the fake diamonds.

“How much for a night?” A deep voice suddenly asks him. The man who approaches him is already pulling out his wallet and flicking through a bundle of bills. Louis, who had been sitting at the bar completely innocent and minding his own business, lets out an offended, strangled sound.

“Excuse me?” He demands, straightening up in his seat. The hem of his dress creeps further up his thigh but he pays it no mind.

9) Glistening Under The Sun (You're My Honey Soaked Love) | Mature | 8996 words

“Oh Petal,” he picks her up nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek as she nibbles on the lavender, “How lucky are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, the only thing we have to be sad about is that soon I won’t be able to hold you like this,”

10) Connected To The Heart | Explicit | 9059 words

Note: This is an coda scene for this fic.

“Your stage cue is way too close for you to be wearing that look you’re wearing,” Louis informs him. He can’t stop himself from looking up at Harry through his eyelashes, the silk of Harry’s dress shirt brushing against the backs of his knuckles.

“Twenty minutes,” Harry agrees. His breath is minty from the gum he was chewing earlier, fresh and warm. “Twenty minutes can be a long time, baby.”

This time, Louis has to force himself to roll his eyes. “Not nearly long enough for the way you always want to fuck me.”

11) Fuck U Betta | Explicit | 11438 words

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

OR the one where Harry likes the thrill of the chase, Louis likes to be chased, and everyone gets what they need… in the end.

12) Kiss Me In Your Chevrolet | Explicit | 11569 words

"Yes, Lou?" Harry asked, rubbing his tired eyes. A gust of wind came through the open windows, sending chills down Harry's arms as a light rain began falling outside. He closed his eyes again and let his head fall back to the couch arm rest.

"Can we go there?" Louis asked, probably pointing somewhere. Harry opened his eyes and felt his heart jump in his chest, a magazine page a couple of inches away from his face. Startled, Harry closed his eyes and breathed heavily, trying to collect himself.

Harry blinked a few times to focus his eyes on the page Louis still held in front of his nose. "You want to go to the Grand Canyon?" He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the left to look at Louis' face.

13) Pull The Trigger | Explicit | 12007 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic, which is #16 on this list.

Louis has never been alright with killing. Will that change when he learns what it's like to be the one holding the gun?

14) Open All Night | Explicit | 12537 words

It’s six in the morning when Harry finally makes it back home.

Harry's a bartender, Louis' got a nice ass and a shit taste in men. They make it work.

15) Among Other Things | Explicit | 16073 words

“Harry, it’s 7:45, oh my god, my class starts at 8:15,” and Louis wants to cry. Harry’s busy under the bed trying to find the tiny silver key but Louis knows that fate just hates him and he needs to find a way to get up. “Harry, I—fuck,” Louis whines. Harry stands up in a rush.

“I can’t seem to find them. It. The key.”

Or, Louis’ the teacher of Harry Styles’ daughter. Their paths shouldn’t cross like this. This meaning Louis showing up to school handcuffed to a headboard.

16) A Bullet And It's Gun | Explicit | 18156 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #13 on this list.

Louis’ parents arrange his marriage with Harry. He’s fully ready to accept that he’s going to be a sad and lonely person for the rest of his life. But then Harry starts proving himself as more than just an asocial man with money.

17) By Such Slight Ligaments | Explicit | 26764 words

Note: The fic pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

A late night visit to a patient sets off a series of events that will turn Louis' world upside down.

... Here there be monsters.

18) At Your Fingertips | Explicit | 27384 words

He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

19) Forgot My Roots Now Watch Me Bloom | Explicit | 28334 words

Lonely transit worker Louis pulls his longtime crush, Peter, from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he's in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Louis causes Peter's family to assume that he is his fiancée. When Louis doesn't correct them, they take him into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when he finds himself falling for Peter's brother, Harry. Loosely based on the movie "While You Were Sleeping".

20) Push You Out, Pull You Back In | Explicit | 31544 words

Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

21) Baby Blue | Explicit | 39439 words

Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

22) Lidocaine And Palm Trees | Explicit | 44653 words

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

23) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67369 words

Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

24) Truth Would Be | Explicit | 91869 words

“You want me? I’m not a… a thing to be owned!” Louis stuttered, still very angry and confused.

“Hmmm…” The alpha tapped his lips as if he was contemplating something. “Last time I checked, the debt was paid off and the only thing I had asked in return was… you. So technically I do own you.”

“You are crazy…” Louis muttered as he began to back towards the door. Harry’s impossibly green eyes turned a shade darker, but his tone was still teasing and light when he said, “Maybe I am…”

The I-paid-off-all-your-debt-so-you-are-mine AU in which Omega Louis wants to be left alone by Alpha Harry but it's super complicated when he starts to not hate the alpha all that much.

25) Collision | Not Rated | 224594 words

Note: This fic was finished in 2018, but two new epilogue chapters have been added.

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#bottom louis #top harry #blp fic recs #monthly fic recs #fic recs #blp #larry

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amimons · 4 years

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Miraculous Sweet-ember (Sept. 30th)

September 30th: Chat Blanc, Félix, & Ladybug

Chat Blanc emotionally scarred all of us I think we can all agree to that. Everything we could’ve hoped and feared for was wrapped in this heart-aching episode. We’ve seen a possible outcome for a premature one-sided reveal which leads to the end of the world. After Adrien saw Ladybug place a gift for him in his room with an attached note from Marinette he instantly put two and two together. We all joke that Adrien is oblivious but in reality, once he gets the puzzle pieces he puts everything together rather quickly. Not only did he put together that Ladybug was Marinette he also knew that meant he was the boy she loved. Discovering that Ladybug was Marinette and in love with him brought him an immense amount of joy. He was basically on cloud 9. He ran off to confess to Marinette his love for her but made sure not to disclose to her he found out her secret identity. And then they finally dated yay!...until his father ruined it. Gabriel being his usual unpleasant self made Marinette break up with Adrien so he can manipulate her into being akumatized.

Adrien wasn’t going to just let Marinette go so easily so as he went after her he saw an akuma making its way over to her. He knows she is Ladybug so the threat of her getting akumatized was even greater so he transformed of Marinette revealing himself to her...and Nathalie. The two heroes without seeing how discovered Hawkmoth’s identity...which lead to Chat finding his unconscious mother...and...eventually him being akumatized bring the end of the world. Chat Blanc is a cautionary tale of revealing information too suddenly. It’s neither of their faults for the destruction of the world but because the timing was off. Information was being withheld it caused the communication between the two to be incomplete. Their relationship was a good and happy one but because their added responsibilities of being a hero and having a supervillain trying to defeat them it adds complications normal relationships don’t have. So they have to be cautious not to let things slip up too suddenly. Chat Blanc was a great example of why we should take their secret identities more seriously and not get frustrated as to why they cannot share them yet. At least with Chat Blanc we had confirmed information that Adrien does suppress feelings for Marinette deep down, that Gabriel will do whatever it takes to get the miraculous even harming his son and that Marinette and Adrien would be happy together.

Félix was about Adrien’s trouble-making cousin who happens to look a lot like him. It’s also the first time we’ve seen relatives of Adrien on the show with Félix being from his Mom’s side of the family with his mother Amelie Graham de Vanily who is Emilie’s twin sister. Both Adrien and his cousin can relate to losing parents but how they were shaped by their loss is a lot different than one another. Adrien sees the best in people and wants to make friends. Unlike Adrien, Félix is mischievous and has malintent with his interactions with others. As soon as he got to the Agreste mansion he was already trying to ruin Adrien’s reputation and steal Gabriel’s ring. Through Félix and Adrien we saw how grief can impact people in different ways.

When Félix pretended to be Adrien his goal was to make all Adrien’s friends hate him after making mean comments to them. This made Alya, Juleka, and Rose become reakumatized and go after Adrien (who was Félix) as revenge for what he has said to everyone. Ladybug who already thought something was off with ‘Adrien’s’ (aka Félix’s) video message went to save him from the akumas. When the rescue was completed she was ready to go back intake them on that's when Félix tried to pressure her into a kiss. Even though she was uncomfortable he still cornered her in and tried to land a smooch. But then the greatest thing happened...Ladybug told him all about consent and punched him right in the face. A great thing to see. Seriously consent is extremely important and Félix was crossing major boundaries. Adrien never would behave in such a way so it was also very telling her that this isn’t Adrien. Ladybug punching a man who was not taking no as an answer was very empowering and I’m glad a younger audience will see this and understand that if someone is making you uncomfortable then you don’t need to put up with it.

Ladybug was another intense, jam-packed episode. It focuses on Lila’s lies, Marinette’s near akumatization, and exploring the depths of sentimonsters. We saw the alliance between Gabriel and Lila in action and the extremes Lila would go to get Marinette's reputation ruined. We finally started to understand why Hawkmoth was so hellbent on akumatizing Marinette. People view her as a good and trustworthy person that it would cause a lot of emotional response if she ever did a bad deed. Alya stuck by her friend and tried to investigate who would’ve framed Marinette. Adrien with such intensity threatened Lila to leave Marinette alone and forced her to clear Marinette’s name. It was also confirmed that Marinette’s akumatization would be a justice theme and seeing her be almost successfully akumatize was a big moment.

With Mayura we saw that it was possible to recreate human life with the Peacock miraculous which was showing this miraculous in its most powerful form. She created another Ladybug to trick Chat Noir so she can take the miraculous from him. This took such a huge physical toll on Natalie and just added more curiosity about what could’ve Emilie used the peacock miraculous for. We discovered that even though sentimonsters are real human beings they act and experience feelings just like humans. The deep insight on how sentimonsters operate was very intriguing and it was cool to see that through a Ladybug version. Hawkmoth also made another appearance after discovering Mayura was off on her own giving us another in-person battle with our heroes. This confrontation ended up being a showdown between Hawkmoth who was holding on to Chat Noir and Ladybug who was holding onto Mayura. We saw that Ladybug valued Chat’s safety over the peacock miraculous and Hawkmoth valued Mayura’s safety over cat miraculous. It was a good faceoff and I’m looking forward to more of them in the future.

About Sweet-ember:

For the month of September I wanted to spread some positivity and praise Miraculous Ladybug on the things I’ve appreciated/enjoyed from the show.

Everyday I’m going to select one particular moment, event, theme, etc. from an episode of Miraculous and shared what I liked from that episode. Each post will discuss 2-3 episodes (from season 1-3; 78 episodes in total).

Whether its something big or small there is something positive that I can take away from every single episode of Miraculous.

Please feel free to add a moment from these particular episodes that you loved to this post as well!

Salt towards the show, characters, ships will not be tolerated!

Sweet-ember posts

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17]

[18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31]

#miraculous ladybug #ml sugar #ml sweet-ember #Chat Blanc #F��lix #ladybug #mine

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