#amazing how many of them I never have to deal with because they weren’t really problems just anxiety lies

[pinkiemachine]

GOTHAM FILES: MOVIE FINALE

THE TIME HAS COME! BRUCE IS GETTING MARRIED!!!!!

Somebody get some flowers! 💐 Somebody get a ring! 💍 Somebody get a chapel and a choir to sing! 🎶

Somebody get an organ to play! Cause somebody’s getting married today! 🔔 💕 🔔

This literally could not be a bigger deal! No one, and I mean NO ONE expected Bruce to ever get married. Alfred is so proud of him. He’s come such a long way. They all have.

Buuut…

Guess who’s slighted that he wasn’t invited? It’s Joker.

He’s pretty ticked at Batman. He’s taken Harley, he’s taken half his vision, he’s taken most of Gotham from him… and now he’s gonna stand up at that alter, being all happy? No no no… he’ll give him something to REALLY smile about…

So, the film goes about how you’d expect. Relationship drama, family drama, trying to put the wedding of the century together drama, and in the background, Joker’s ramping up to cause trouble. But also also in the background… Bruce is reminiscing hard on his past. He goes to visit his parents in the cemetery. He says he thinks they’d be proud of their grandkids. He just wishes… he’d finally been able to find the man who did it… who took them away from him. But then… he decides to take another look at that case… there might be some new evidence that’s come forward recently…

Anyhoo, that doesn’t last long, because: Joker.

Naturally, he hijacks the wedding, nearly stops the marriage entirely, but this time… this time, it’s not about the whole family coming together to fight a common foe. I mean, they’re all there, helping in their own ways, but… when it comes to Joker… this is it. This is the final showdown. Just him and Bruce. The way it was always meant to be. And this is the last time he tries to murder his kids, or his soon-to-be wife, or his friends. This is the last time he escapes Arkham. This is the last time he attacks Gotham.

Technically, it was Joker’s own fault… but Bruce didn’t exactly go rushing in to save him…

Either way…

…the Joker is finally dead.

Thus marks the end of an era.

The wedding continues (everyone’s a little banged up, but otherwise okay) and Bruce and Selina are officially husband and wife!

Later, at the reception, Bruce looks around at everyone… all his friends and family… and he can’t help but feel overcome with a bittersweet joy. He stands and makes a speech. He says that… when he was a boy, he thought he had lost everything. He thought his life was meaningless. He thought he would get lost in that darkness forever. But it turns out, he was never truly alone. And now, life had blessed him tenfold.

Alfred, who had never wavered once over the course of his life, and had always been there with a shoulder to cry on, or a pat on the back, or a quick scolding. The man who always believed Bruce no matter what, and who had become a father to him. He wouldn’t be the man he was today without Alfred.

Dick, the goofy kid he found years ago, and who barrelled into Bruce’s life so unexpectedly… he had been Bruce’s first guiding light. His first Robin. His first son. And he had made Bruce so proud, seeing the man he had become. A far better man than he was.

Barbara, his first Batgirl, and an unwavering ally in the fight. Her bravery and quick-thinking had saved Bruce on numerous occasions, and she had become a good friend. Not only that, but a good mentor as well. She would surely go on to do many more amazing things.

Jason, who never once stopped making him laugh. (Something Dick was always jealous of.) Jason, who they almost lost… but found his way back home. He doesn’t regret taking him in for even a second. He’d do it all over again the same way, just to see that smile of his… and although they differed in philosophy… he was proud of Jason, too.

Tim, who barged in unannounced, but ended up being the most welcome. The light he needed most during the dark days. Without Tim, Bruce might never have recovered… if it weren’t for his intelligence and determination… this wedding might not even be happening. So thanks, Tim. Thanks for all your hard work and sacrifice over the years. Bruce couldn’t be more proud.

Steph, the bravest, boldest, and loudest of them all. The glue that held them all together when all else had failed. The last bit of energy and optimism that he and Tim needed to get over those hurdles… she was just as much a blessing as any of the other Robins, despite how short her time with the title was.

Cass, who was hiding in the darkest corner of the room because she’s very antisocial, was another welcome surprise. She was growing into a fine superhero, and a wonderful person, and Bruce was happy for her.

Duke, the newest member of the family, who had never stopped working hard to help them achieve their goals and who single handedly helped keep Gotham afloat while he was away. He was proud of him too.

Of course, there were all his friends in the Justice League—Clark and Diana especially—not to mention Lucious, and all his years of hard work, Commissioner Gordon, Luke, Catherine, Harper, Claire, and so many more…

…but the person he was most thankful for was Damian. He had grown so much over these last five years. He had matured and made difficult decisions, had taught Bruce more lessons than he could count, had brought many new animal friends with him, and he had made Bruce so immensely proud to call him his son. If Thomas and Martha could see him now… Bruce knew that Damian would continue to grow into a great man. A good man. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind about that.

So here’s to family. Here’s to the long nights and the hard conversations. Here’s to the breakups and the reunions. To the first kisses, the newborn babies, the long walks and good times. Here’s to love… and here’s to the future. If it’s anything like these past 17 years… then Bruce can’t wait for it.

And now, there’s one final loose end.

After the speech, Gordon takes Bruce aside. He says, he’s got his wedding gift with him and he might want to take a look at it now. They’ve finally been able to determine who the Waynes’ killer was.

Bruce discreetly excuses himself from the party for a moment…

He goes to this quiet part of Gotham and the address listed brings him to an apartment… there’s a woman inside… and a baby… The file says that this man had been arrested for various unrelated crimes and went to prison for a total of thirty-five years. Now it seemed like he was trying to get his life together. He didn’t at all resemble the man in the alley from that night. And now that Bruce had found him… he was faced with a big question. What should he do? He watched the man eat dinner with his wife and clean up after his baby boy… they were living in a low-rent district… they looked like they didn’t have much… but they were trying. Trying their best. As much as it hurt… Bruce was happy for them. Happy that this man was in a better place. Happy that he had faced some form of punishment and had taken that as a good wake up call.

He left the apartment, no one having seen him.

Back at Wayne Manor, the reception was still carrying on down on the grounds outside. Bruce was in his study. He seemed tired. Tired, but happy. Selina came in, wondering where he had disappeared to. It was time to take off for the honeymoon. Bruce just smiled and took her hand, leading her back out. As we pan down to Bruce’s desk, we see Thomas and Martha’s case file… and on that file are written two words:

Case Closed.

Part 9 👇

#dc #dc comics #batman #bat family #robin #Bruce wayne #Selina kyle #joker #batfam #fandom #Gotham files #fan fiction

[resiliencewithin]

Anxiety creates false urgency.

You don’t have to figure out and solve everything right now.

You can’t.

Life is too complex.

Pick one thing. Maybe the most challenging thing and pick away at one part of it. Maybe the least challenging thing to get something out of the way. Maybe no things at all, just make a note on your phone or stick a post-it somewhere to remind you of things another time.

You got this.

#I literally have a ‘things to worry about later’ list on my phone #amazing how many of them I never have to deal with because they weren’t really problems just anxiety lies #mental health #mental illness #self love #self care #anxiety

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, the last straw, arguing, violence, Sexually Explicit Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (angry/rough PIV, fingering, degradation kink), memories of past CSA, self harm, Bucky really, really fucks up.

Word Count: 4k

Previously On...: Tony sent you a very expensive apology gift.

A/N: Ya’ll are getting this early! Just one thing to say:

I am so, so sorry.

Coincidentally, this is getting posted on the day I'll be coming home from NoLa, so I'll arrive just in time to hear you all say how much you now hate me. Yay. -_-

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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You weren’t sure how long you sat there, lost in the dark colors, the reflection of the moonlight over the water. The sound of the door opening broke through your thoughts, and you turned to see Bucky shuffle into the room. 

“Hey, sweets,” he said, toeing off his boots.

“Hey,” you said without emotion, turning your face back to  the painting.

“Whacha lookin’ at?” he asked, coming to sit next to you on the couch.

“Apology gift from Tony.”

“What’s he apologizing to you for?” God, you couldn’t even muster up the energy to be angry at him.

“Calling out your unhealthy obsession with Jade in front of the team,” you said, voice flat. 

“I do not have an unhealthy obsession with Vix,” Bucky said, annoyance coloring his words. “How many times do I have to tell you there’s nothing going on between the two of us before you start believing me.” 

“Maybe you should stop telling me there’s nothing and start actually acting like there’s nothing,” you said as you stood up. “Because honestly, I’m tired of hearing your empty words.” You began to walk away, but Bucky reached out and grabbed your arm.

“They aren’t empty, Pocket!” he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it filled the room as if he’d shouted. “It fucking hurts like hell to hear you say that.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You couldn’t help the sarcasm that oozed from your voice now. “Your feelings are hurt now, so that changes everything. Let me put aside the pain I’ve been dealing with for months to reassure you.” You yanked your hand free from his grasp. “I’m exhausted, Bucky. Nothing is getting better. In fact, things are getting worse, and I keep pretending that I can be okay with things, but you just keep picking her over me, time and time again. I don’t deserve that. Not from someone who’s supposed to love me.”

“Pick her over you? That’s fucking bullshit and you know it,” he said, voice rising.

“Is it?” you asked him. You pointed to the corner where your overnight bags sat waiting for a trip you’d never take. “Is that bullshit, Bucky? Cause we were supposed to be in the Catskills right now, but because that fucking cunt came crying for you, you went running to her and left me sitting here, alone and forgotten. Again.”

“Pocket,” Bucky ran a hand over the back of his neck, a sure sign you were ruffling him. “She needed someone to support her. She’s not like you– she doesn’t–”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Barnes!” you interrupted, shouting now. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m breaking up with you because of her and you still just stand there and defend her!”

Bucky’s face paled and his eyes went wide. “No,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard him.

“I said ‘no,’” he said, his voice louder, but still soft. “You're not breakin' up with me. Doll, please. I need you. You said you were gonna fight for us, fight for me. That’s what you said!”

“I’m so tired of fighting for you when you’re off fighting for her! I can’t do this anymore, Bucky,” you practically sobbed. “You are fucking destroying me and feel like you just. don’t. care. I can’t just sit here and let it keep happening. You say you need me, but you’ve made it clear time and time again that you don’t give a shit about what I need. Every time I’ve asked you to put a boundary between you and Carthage, you’ve stomped right over it. And I can’t keep living like this. Yesterday was supposed to be a celebration of one of the greatest accomplishments of my career, and she ruined it.”

“It wasn’t her fault she got bad intel!” Bucky shouted.

“Could you just FUCKING STOP?!” you screamed. “Stop defending her! She either royally fucked up or she set them up on purpose! Those are the only two options! Either way, the entire thing was her fault. Rhodey is unconscious– almost died– because of her! She’s got you so wrapped around her fucking finger that you can’t even see it, and I am SO. GOD. DAMNED. OVER. IT! You promised me you’d make it up to me,” you continued shouting at him. “You fucking promised! But as soon as she bats her lashes, your promises don’t mean shit! You keep making excuses, you keep saying you’re sorry, but you keep doing the same fucking thing over and over again, and the only thing your actions are promising is that she means more to you than I do!”

“That’s not true!” he shouted back at you. “You mean more to me than anything!”

“I don’t fucking believe you!” you screamed, your voice going hoarse.

“I’ll fucking prove it to you!” He grabbed your elbows and pulled you to him, kissing you with such force it would have knocked you over if he hadn’t been holding you up. The moment he broke the kiss for air, you slapped him across the face. Only to immediately kiss him again.

Within seconds, you were ripping at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel one another, skin to skin, your tongues battling against each other as though whomever could dominate the kiss could win your fight. Bucky literally tore your shirt in half before you pushed him down onto your bed. Crawling on top of him, you scratched your nails down his chest, hard enough to draw blood.

Bucky hissed into your mouth, reaching down to yank off his pants and boxer briefs. You hastily pulled them down and off his legs before climbing back up to his mouth. Your kisses were passionate, angry and feral, each of you trying to prove a point to the other. 

You felt both of Bucky’s hands grasp the waistband of your jeans and rip them open, sending the button and zipper teeth flying. “Those were my favorite fucking jeans,” you warned.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he growled, shoving a hand into your panties and finding your clit. You arched your back as he pinched and rolled it between his fingers, the aggression in his movements igniting your blood. You gasped as he shoved two fingers into you while simultaneously flipping you so you were now on your back and he loomed above you.

He pulled his hand from you, leaving you aching and empty. He kissed you as he divested you of what was left of your jeans and your panties. “Taste yourself,” he said, shoving his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them, savoring the tang of your essence on his skin. Bucky groaned at the sight before pulling his fingers out and kissing you again. 

“You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing at your breasts and roughly kneading the flesh. “Look at me, Pocket. You’re mine.” You turned your head away, not wanting to meet his eyes, but Bucky would have none of it. Gripping your chin tight enough to leave a bruise, he yanked your head back so you were looking him in the eye. “I said, you’re mine.” He entered you then, the force of it nearly splitting you in half. “You’re mine and I’m fucking yours. Forever.”

He pounded into you as if his very life depended on it, and you clutched at his shoulders for dear life. “God, yes, Bucky,” you cried, all your resolve finally leaving you as the pleasure rose within you. “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Only mine. Only fucking mine!”

With a roar, Bucky picked up one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to hit you deeper as he drove into you. His thrusts were punishing, as though he were trying to see just how deep he could get himself inside of you before you actually broke in two.

"You like that?" he murmured as he rutted his hips into you.

"Fuck, yes, please, Bucky-- just like that," you moaned. He had you close. So, so close. "Keep going."

"Yeah, I thought so, you dirty slut," he grunted.

"What?" you asked, pulling your head back into the pillow so you could stare at him, wide-eyed as he continued to pound relentlessly into you. His words had taken you aback-- this was not something your loving boyfriend had ever said to you before. You dropped one leg from around his waist and tried to pull the other from his shoulder.

"Knew you loved taking my cock. God, you're such a filthy whore for me."

"Bucky, stop." You pushed gently against his chest, but he was already so far gone to his lust that he didn't seem to hear you.

"Such a good fucktoy for me," he grunted, his pace quickening as he neared his release. You felt your breath coming hard and fast now, but not from your impending climax, which had died with his words, but from an oncoming anxiety attack. “You goin’ dumb on me already, like a good little cockslut?”

Flashes of your miserable childhood flickered through your head, the way Darren would call you his "good little money-making whore" after you'd been raped by yet another of his clients, or when he decided to violate you himself, calling you his own personal slut, his special fuck toy.

"Bucky," you shouted, punching him with your fists, desperate now to get him off you, out of you. "Stop! Get off of me! GET OFF OF ME!" You screamed, thrashing at him. You saw the moment your words registered-- his eyes lost their haze of lust and his hips stopped pumping into you.

"Doll?" he asked, looking down on you in confusion. "What's wr--"

"Get off me, get off me, get off me!" you shrieked as you rolled out from under him, your entire body suddenly on fire with shame and disgust. The second your feet hit your bedroom floor, you were reaching for your silk robe, wrapping yourself in it as though the thin fabric could protect you from his words. From him.

"Pocket," Bucky watched your movements, his eyes betraying his bewilderment at your actions. "What's going on? What did I do?"

"Why would you call me that?" you asked, your words coming out in between your desperate gasps for air. "Why would you say those things?"

Bucky sat up, reaching for you, but you moved away from him. "Baby, what things? What did I s--" Realization dawned on him then, and his entire face fell. "Shit. Oh, God. Oh, Pocket. Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I didn't think--"

"Why would you say that, Bucky?" you asked, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to break free. "You've never called me a-a-..." you couldn't even get the word out. "How could you do that?"

"Fuck, Baby..." Bucky began, running his hands through his hair in response to your distress, "I never... I thought you'd like it. I should have realized, after Darren..."

"Don't say his name!" You hadn't meant to shout at him, but you were damned if you were going to invite the ghost of your tormentor into the sanctuary of your room. "Please," you cried, "don't say his name."

Bucky got up and tried to wrap his arms around you, but you pulled away, feeling too vile, too dirty, to even let him touch you.

"Sweetheart, please," he began, reaching for you again, "you're shaking. Let me hold you." You shook your head as you moved away from him yet again, trying to steady yourself.

"Where did that even come from, Bucky? Why would you think... What would even make you think that was something I would want?"

Bucky's hand went to rub the back of his neck as he looked up at you from behind his lashes. "I... I heard girls... like that sort of thing. That it turns them on."

"You can't just start it out of nowhere," you cried, "It's something you need to agree on first! You can't just say it without making sure your partner's okay with it! And I can't believe you'd ever think I would be okay with it! God, who even told you that?" You couldn't imagine any of Bucky's friends saying something like that to him; hell, Steve would have a coronary before even suggesting it. Did he read about it in some degrading kink group online?

"I was talking to Vix, and she said--"

"You what?" you spun to face him, your words sharp in your shock.

"Vixen. Jade. I was talking to her during training one time and she said girls like it when guys talk to them like that during sex. Well, she said she likes it. Said it, uh, turns her on."

Your entire body froze as if you'd been doused with ice water. "You were talking to Jade Carthage about sex and what gets her off." Your voice was hard and clipped. It wasn't even a question, just a statement that made your stomach twist, but you had to make sure you had understood him correctly.

"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad," Bucky hemmed, "but sweets, I swear, it wasn't like that."

You called for FRIDAY to turn up the lights, no longer wanting to be trapped in the intimacy of the semi-darkness with him.

"It wasn't like that? Then please enlighten me, Bucky, what was it like? Jesus, how did you two even stumble into that conversation in the first place?"

"Baby," Bucky looked frantic as he grabbed his boxer briefs from the floor and tugged them back on, "I don't even remember how we got on the subject. We were sparring and I pinned her and--"

"You had a conversation about sex while you were lying on fucking top of her?" You could barely contain your rage; you were seething, about to vibrate out of your skin with revulsion.

"Honey, it's not that big of a deal, really."

"Not that big of a deal?" you asked, knowing you were about to tread into some very dangerous territory, but needing him to understand you. "So, it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I let Steve get on top of me and had him tell me what gets him hard? What makes him come?"

Bucky's jaw tightened immediately at the mention of Steve. "Don't," he growled. "Do not bring him into this. It's completely different."

"It's not, Bucky! It's a thousand times worse! God," you threw your arms above your head as you began to pace in front of your bed. "I can't tell if you're actually this naive or if you think I'm fucking stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid, Pocket," Bucky's voice was quieter now, more restrained. "I... God, I just messed up. I'm an idiot. I didn't think it through and..." He trailed off and slumped onto the edge of the bed, his hands pushed into his hair as he stared down at the floor.

You could see his muscles craving to pull you back into his arms, but he resisted. His eyes flickered to you before darting away again, like looking at you caused him physical pain.

"Do you want to sleep with her? Were you imagining her while you were fucking me?" It was a reckless question to ask--a question that you didn’t want the answer to--but it slipped out before you could stop it.

Bucky's head whipped up, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at you. "What? No!" He stood abruptly, hands outstretched towards you. "Baby, no! God, no! I would never... I can't even believe you'd think... Don't even talk like that."

"But you took her kinks, her turn ons, and you brought them into our bed. You spoke words you knew another woman-- a woman you know I fucking loathe-- wanted to hear, you... you used them on me, knowing my history, and you didn't give a shit about what saying them might do to me!" Your voice was trembling with accusation, your body shaking with tremors of hurt and betrayal.

"No! No, sweetheart... it wasn't like that." He kept repeating himself, his words rushed, his face pale with shock and regret. "I didn't mean to disrespect you like that. I heard her say it and I thought... I mean, she's a woman too, right? So, if she liked it, I thought maybe you..." He trailed off, his expression one of sheer desperation as he tried to find the right words.

"But I'm not her. It wasn’t about pleasing me; it was about using what pleases her." You shook your head harshly, a lump forming in your throat. "You don't even see how wrong that is. And you shouldn't even have been having the conversation with her in the fucking first place!"

"What can I do?" Bucky pleaded, his voice a strained whisper as he raked his fingers through his hair again. His face was etched with pain, regret seeping from every pore of him. "How can I fix this? Tell me how to make it right."

But you were too overcome by anger and heartbreak to think straight. You moved further away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself as if you were trying to shield your heart from further damage.

“What did you tell her?” you asked, but Bucky looked at you with confusion etched across his face. “You said it was a conversation. I’m assuming she didn’t do all the talking. What did you talk about? Did you tell her what gets you off? What you like? Were you sharing intimate details about our sex life with a complete outsider? Did you tell her about your ‘sergeant’ kink?”

He didn’t need to speak for you to read the truth in the expression on his face.

The silence hung in the room, heavy and oppressive, as Bucky fought for words. A nerve twitched in his jaw, the only movement in his otherwise frozen face. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke.

"I... Yes, I did," he admitted, his voice a mere whisper. "I didn't think it through. I didn't mean to... I just..."

His voice trailed off again and he sunk back onto the bed, looking completely defeated. His hands covered his face as if he were desperate to hide himself from your accusing gaze.

“Get out.” You couldn’t even stand to look at him. This was a betrayal beyond anything you’d ever have expected from him. 

Bucky’s head snapped up at your words, his eyes wide with shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He just sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at you as though he was seeing you for the first time.

"Get out," you repeated, each word a dagger. "I can't... I can't stand to even look at you right now."

Still, Bucky didn’t move. He just sat there in stunned silence, his face pale and his eyes filled with regret.

"I said get out!" Your voice was shrill, filling the room with a chilling echo that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of your being.

Bucky flinched at your tone, and finally roused himself to his feet. He looked at you one last time, his steel-blue eyes so full of pain that it made your heart ache despite everything. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something else, like he might try to explain, but you’d had enough of his ‘explanations’ for the evening. Hell, maybe for the rest of your life.

Bucky swallowed hard, his eyes filling with a mixture of fear and dread as he nodded slowly. "Okay... yeah," he stammered. "I'll give you some space."

“No. I can’t do this anymore. I’m done, Bucky. This… this is unforgivable. We’re finished.”

"Doll," he breathed, the pet name he had given you sounding like a prayer on his lips, but a curse to your ears. "I love you... I'm sorry. I messed up, I know. But I love you."

“I don’t believe you.” You felt like your heart was being ripped apart as you watched him standing there, consumed by remorse. You had never seen him like this before, his usual charismatic confidence replaced with fearful uncertainty.

“Just go,” you whispered, turning away so you wouldn't have to see the pain in his eyes. You felt a sob rising in your throat, but you held it back, refusing to let it out while he was still there.

With every inch of him screaming resistance, Bucky walked over to the door and hesitated at the threshold. "I'll... I'll do anything to make this right, sweetheart," he promised, his voice choked with emotion. "I'll fix this... We can fix this."

But you remained silent, your back still turned to him as you tried desperately to keep your tears at bay. The sound of the door opening and closing behind him was deafening in its finality.

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, suddenly feeling cold. The room was suddenly too big, too empty without Bucky's reassuring presence. You sunk onto the bed, burying your head in your hands as the events of the night washed over you with overwhelming force as you began to sob in earnest.

You weren't even sure what you were angriest about. He’d broken yet another promise and left you waiting, your romantic getaway forgotten so he could be by her side. He'd called you a slut and a whore. He’d discussed your sex life with Jade-- the one woman you hated above all others, and openly discussed her kinks with her, and his own desires in return. He'd forced her kinks on you without your consent.

And then there was the worst part of it all, the bit that made you feel sick and hollow: he'd failed to see what he'd done wrong.

You had thought Bucky knew you better, that he respected you more than this. You'd shared secrets and fears with him, things you'd never shared with anyone else, not even Tony. He knew your past, knew how much trust meant to you - knew how difficult it had been for you to open your vulnerabilities up to something more than just casual sex - and yet he'd violated that trust in such a profound way.

This was just beyond anything else that had come before it. You couldn’t see a way to move forward after this.

Numbly, you began to strip off the sheets from the bed, your hands shaking as you balled them up and threw them into a corner of the room. You couldn't sleep on them now, nor ever again. You couldn't bear the thought of lying down where he'd... where he'd...

Tears started to spill down your cheeks as the reality of what had happened set in. You tried to blink them away, tried to swallow down the lump in your throat. But it was too late. Tears blinded you as you moved through your space on muscle memory alone, grabbing a garbage bag from under the sink in the kitchenette and shoving the offending sheets into it to dispose of later. Boiling them in chlorine wouldn't be able to relieve them of the taint they now carried.

Once the offending sheets were securely bagged and out of sight, you stumbled your way into the bathroom. Turning the shower on as hot as it would go, you stripped from your robe and stepped under the scalding stream from the waterfall shower head.

Hissing as the water hit your body, you let yourself succumb to your emotions. You reached for your loofah and began scrubbing at your skin, doing everything in your power to wash away the intense feeling of shame that had permeated deep under your dermis. You scrubbed until your skin was red, until it was raw and cracked and bleeding, but it offered you no relief.

The sensations were familiar, the burning heat, the stinging of newly torn flesh. It had been so long since you had felt the need to ritually cleanse yourself like this, you had desperately hoped you'd finally found yourself beyond the need to do so, but just a few words from Bucky's mouth had sent you reeling backwards, back to being that worthless, vile, used up girl that no number of college degrees, fancy company titles, or board-approved computer programs could fully erase. It was in your DNA, and you couldn't escape it. You scrubbed and scrubbed until time had lost meaning.

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[buckysgrace]

Hi. You’re amazing!

Do you ever write fluff? Like if you found out you were pregnant with Billy’s baby and at first he’s upset and doesn’t want anything to do with you but after you have the baby ( a little boy with blonde curls like Billy) he gets all emotional and wants to desperately be a better father than his dad was to him 😭

Hello! Thank you so much <3 I absolutely will write fluff!

CW: Mentions of abortion, mentions of child abuse, lots of Billy being scared and a lil mean.

Billy's son is also referenced as having blonde curls and his nose, but the rest is ambiguous!

He was scared.

Billy honestly didn't know what he was going to do. There had been many arguments with you about it, but you seemed fairly determined. You were going to have this baby, whether he wanted to be a part of the baby's life or not.

It wasn't necessarily that he didn't want to be involved, but he could feel a crushing fear spreading through him every time he thought about being a dad.

His relationship with his own dad was strained. Things weren’t the best between them. He never really had a positive father figure, someone that showed him how to stay calm even when he was frustrated. The last thing he wanted was to end up snapping at his own child.

He couldn’t be a dad.

“Not mine,” He said once you showed up with the ultrasound, the bloodwork and everything. Denial was all he could think about, all he could process. He couldn’t fuck up your life and this child’s life if he wasn’t involved. It was that simple, “I didn’t knock you up.” 

“Uh huh,” Was your dry answer, your eyes looking less than amused, “Do you want a paternity test then, William?” Came your snarky response, because you both knew the truth. This baby was his, there was no doubt in Billy’s mind about that. And it terrified him. 

“Don’t call me that.” He said as he pushed his hair off of his forehead, feeling sick as it continued to wash over him. He was going to be a dad. He was going to end up just like Neil. 

“Then don’t act like you weren’t a part of this.” You said, looking just as fearful as what he felt. He sat down on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot rapidly as he thought about how good a smoke sounded right now. He’d need a lot more to make him relax. 

“It’s still early, right?” He questioned at last, turning his attention back to you. He watched the way your eyebrows furrowed tightly together and then relaxed again. Your eyes softened, telling him what he already knew. 

“I’m not getting an abortion,” You said at last, “I’ve made up my mind. You can make your decision, but I’m not letting you walk in and out of our lives whenever you see fit. You can be a part of this baby's life or we can end this. Whatever you prefer.” You were gentle with him, setting out the options softly like you always did. You understood him better than anyone else, made him feel safe. It made him sick to think about how he was hurting the one person he really cared about. 

“Can I think about it?” He asked at last, feeling like there wasn’t anything else to do. He didn’t have an answer yet and he didn’t want to end up saying the wrong thing. He was growing angry at himself. He could only imagine what Neil would say once he found out. 

“Yeah,” You replied gently, eyes softening as you nodded your head, “But I can’t wait forever. I need to know your answer soon.” Your voice slightly wavered but he looked away, not wanting to see you so upset. 

“Yeah,” He responded as he nodded his head and placed his fingers tightly together, “I’ll let you know.” He said at last, staying put until you left. Everything was falling apart, breaking down around him. He couldn’t deal with it right now. 

Ignoring you was harder than he’d thought it would be. He looked for you everywhere he went, even though he knew he couldn’t have you. That was his own fault regardless. He’d made up his mind. It would be easier this way.

Yet, when the invitation for your baby shower arrived in his mail he felt his walls caving in. They crashed into him, making him break down as he stared at your handwritten notes on the card. He could tell just by reading it that you were excited, not afraid. He wished he could be more like you. 

In the end, he decided to go. He needed closure, as he was sure you needed to. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to stand living in the same town as you, knowing that his child would never know him. Somehow, that made him feel even worse.

He felt lonely as the months drew on. He had no one to confide in for his problems; especially Neil and Susan. He didn’t know what to say when they questioned about your disappearance and he felt even more at a loss when they asked him if you were pregnant. A shrug of his shoulders was his answer. He really didn’t know. 

The walk up towards the little gymnasium felt odd, like he didn’t quite belong as he stared at the little balloons and elephant decorations that were spotted throughout the room. There were familiar faces; your friends and family. Some other people that weren’t quite as well known. He still felt awkward, like everyone knew that he was the one who had knocked you up and ran. 

“Hey,” You drew out as you approached him, your palm flat against the bump in front of you, “I didn’t think you’d be here.” You said slowly, literally glowing as you stood in front of him. You had a sundress on, your cheeks were warm and forehead a little sweaty. He wondered if it was from the baby. 

“I didn’t think I’d come either.” He admitted at last, hating how horrible that sounded. He just felt like he was in a rut, buried deep inside of a hole with no real way of coming out. You were like sunshine through the dirt, warming his skin as he watched you. 

“What does this mean?” You asked him at last, tilting your head as your eyes softened over his features. He wished that he had a real answer for you, to tell you how he felt. He was in love with you; deeply. He just didn’t want to hurt you either. It was complicated. 

“I really don’t know yet,” He mumbled, “It just felt right.” He decided on, unable to tell you just how much he missed you. He was nearly desperate enough to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He would if you pushed him hard enough. 

“Billy,” You drew out in exasperation, “I can’t have you doing this, being so wishy-washy. What do you want?” You asked him seriously, looking like you were close to cracking too. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to hold you. He needed to apologize. 

“I just want to be better,” He replied slowly, “I want to be here. For you and for-,” He stalled for a moment as he looked down at your baby bump, feeling like he was at a loss once again. He wasn’t sure if you wanted him in his life or not. 

“Him,” You said quickly, “We’re having a little boy.” Your eyes were glazed over in tears, your lips pulling into the tightest smile. You were clearly emotional, making him feel awful as he reached his hand forward. Your fingers met slowly, molding against one another. He felt sparks traveling up his arms, leaving him resentful of the past few months he’d wasted. 

“That’s-, that’s good,” He answered after he cleared his throat. He was already scared to be a dad, but to have a son? He feared that even more. He was sure he was following directly into Neil’s shows, “Have you decided on a name?”

“I kind of like Cash,” You stated as you rubbed at your belly, “Just feels right. C’mon, you can open the presents with me.” You explained as you tugged him along, leaving him a little jittery. He thought about pulling out a cigarette, but figured it wasn’t the right place to do it.

He felt a little lost but slowly grew more and more keen on what was happening. It was still a lot to process, but it felt right being there by your side. You were clearly excited despite everything that had happened. He was grateful that you were so open, that you didn’t hold a grudge against him.

“Where are you living at?” He asked instead, curious as to whether your living situation had changed or not. You were still living at home the last time he checked. He was slightly nervous, wondering if someone else had slipped into his spot. 

“Still with my parents,” You admitted as you shrugged your shoulders, “They were upset, but they’ve come around.” Your lips were pulled into a smile, looking less than worried. Apparently things had been fairly well for you.

“They probably hate me.” He said a moment later, sure that it was true. He couldn’t see how they wouldn’t. He had practically left you. You snapped your eyes up towards him. 

“Hate is a strong word,” You told him quickly, “But yeah, they’re not the happiest. Especially dad.” You explained slowly as you continued to rub at your baby bump. 

“Great,” He mumbled as he placed his hands in his pockets, “I’m really sorry.” He breathed out slowly, knowing his apology was more important than everything else. He meant it too. He shouldn’t have pushed you away. 

“You just disappeared,” You started slowly, “I thought you were gone.” Your voice was soft, full of hurt and distress. He felt his throat tightening, burning as he thought about how much he missed you. He was a fool to ever stray away from you, to leave you on your own. 

“I thought about it,” He told you honestly, knowing there was no point in lying, “I don’t want to be like my dad.” He replied at last, getting down to the root of the issue. He didn’t want to accidentally lash out at you or at your future child. He never wanted that for him. It would be better to be alone. 

“You won’t,” You told him quickly, sternly as he exhaled deeply, “You’re not like your dad. I promise you.” You cupped his face softly, your hands smooth and gentle against his skin. He leaned against you, craving the feeling. 

“What if I lose control?” He asked at last as he drew his eyes over your features, taking in the way you were watching him. You sighed deeply as you rubbed your fingers across his skin. You looked deep in thought as you pressed your nails gently against his stubble. 

“You never did that at your swimming classes,” You reminded him, “You should come stay with me. Move in. It would be good for our baby.” You moved your hands to his neck, then to his shoulder and down to his hands. You gripped them slowly, pressing them against your growing tummy.

He stalled for the longest time, blinking slowly as he felt like the world was freezing around him. Underneath your skin he could feel your baby moving. He gulped, eyes wide as he felt the smallest smile curling against his lips. He exhaled deeply as he looked towards you again. 

“I don’t know.” He replied nervously as he felt his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking that it would be easier. He’d be closer for you, for the baby. If he was really going to do this, he needed to be near you. 

“You don’t have to marry me or anything,” You started, “Or be with me if that’s what you want.” You said sheepishly, looking embarrassed as you quickly looked away. He felt his heart shatter a bit again, worried that he had truly hurt you. 

“You have someone else?” He asked at last, worried that you had moved on. He had done wrong, but he really did love you. You were the only one he was passionate about. He wasn’t sure how to move on if you had found someone else. 

“No,” You responded with a smile, “But I just want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with us.” You nodded your head, but looked like that was hard to admit. He didn’t want you to be alone. Not anymore. 

“You make me happy,” He said at last, “We’ll work this out. I promise.” He said as he brought your hand up to his lips, savoring the feeling of your skin against his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling very regretful. He wouldn’t lose you again. 

When he returned home he felt odd, but not like he had in the past few months. He didn’t drink away his feelings, or drown his anger out with music. Instead, he worked on packing. He wasn’t going to be like Neil; not at all. He was going to be there for you. He was going to be there for his son. No matter how scared he was. He couldn’t let either of you down. 

“Where are you going?” Neil’s voice made him jump, surprising him as he paused with the article of clothing in his hands. He turned slowly, looking at the way Neil was leaning against the door frame. He had his hands crossed tightly over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. His features were stoic, like he was deciding whether he should be angry or not. 

“I’m moving out,” He said as he turned away, shoving the clothes back into his bag, “I uh, found a place.” Billy replied slowly as he finished zipping up his bag. He wondered how much he’d really be able to take with him. Probably not much if his dad got angry. 

“You moving in with that bitch?” Neil tilted his head up as he spoke, like he was trying to make himself taller. His eyes were sharp, cold as his gaze cut into Billy. He felt sick as he gulped harshly, trying to keep his tone at bay. 

“Don’t call her that.” Billy responded hotly, feeling defensive of you. You weren’t anything like that and you were letting him back into your life; just like that. You were everything and more to him and he wasn’t going to let Neil speak ill of you. 

“Is the kid yours or some little bastard?” His lip curled up in disgust as he spoke, his features filling with disappointment. Billy didn’t care. He was going to be happy with you. He wouldn’t be like Neil. Not ever. 

“Mine,” He said roughly, “And don’t you ever call him that.” He snatched up his bag, taking his few items with him as he moved forward. Neil scoffed as he shook his head, irritated as Billy pushed forward.

“She’s going to ruin your life,” He grumbled as he gripped Billy’s shoulder, holding him in place for a moment, “And don’t even think about crawling back. I won’t have you.” He said threateningly, like he might change Billy’s mind.

“I won’t come back.” Billy promised, stern with his answer as he walked past him. He wouldn’t let his son suffer the same way he had. They both deserved better than this. 

The rest of the months passed breezily, making him come to terms a little easier as your due date approached. He had done a lot of ass kissing, pleading and groveling until he got back on your good side. He brought you flowers every day, rubbed your feet after work and gave you plenty of kisses.

You complained about how you looked as the final weeks approached, but he thought that you looked beautiful. Stunning. In his opinion, you were glowing. He loved rubbing your tummy too, feeling like he got a deeper connection that way.

Your labor was messy, a little chaotic. Billy was terrified something would go wrong, but stayed close to you regardless. By the end of it, his hand was numb and his wrist aching from how tightly he’d been gripping you.

“Look at him,” You breathed out as you held the little boy in your arms, “He’s so cute.” You sniffled, looking like you were seconds away from breaking down again.

He stared and stared, memorizing his son's features as he came to terms that he was a father. He had a little boy, someone to take care of. He looked so fragile, so tiny. It made him nervous. He was fearful that he’d accidentally hurt him by holding him wrong, or by dropping him. He wasn’t sure how his rough hands were supposed to hold something so soft. 

"Billy," You breathed out quietly, making his throat grow raw as he stared down at the little boy. Soft blonde curls and the same sloped nose he had. Everything else about the little boy reminded him of you, "Are you crying?" You asked gently, making him feel even more emotional as he shook his head. 

“No,” He said hoarsely, doing everything in his power to keep from breaking down, “S’just a lot.” He mumbled as he wiped at his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose as he tried to calm himself down. His hands were shaking, his heart thumping roughly inside of his chest. 

“I know,” You replied softly as you sat up a bit, gesturing the bundle in your arms towards him, “C’mon. You’ll feel better.” You reassured him, but he still felt hesitant. He pressed his fingertips together before he nodded, accepting the little baby from you.

Names hadn’t quite been figured out yet, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He looked healthy, his cheeks full and fists clenched together as he stretched his arms out. Billy felt a small chuckle leave his neck, fighting over the sob that was threatening to burst free.

He suddenly couldn’t remember why he had been so nervous, or scared. As his son curled against his arms it felt natural, like he already knew what he was doing. He savored the warmth, the way the little baby cooed as he adjusted him in his arms. Everything felt right suddenly.

“I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you,” He promised as he kissed his little head, sighing deeply as he snuggled his little son towards him, “Not ever. I promise.” 

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[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie was dealing with a lot of firsts today. 

The biggest one being the first time he was getting married. Though, Eddie really hoped it wouldn’t be the last. If his fantasies about this day came true he was going to have to insist on a vow renewal somewhere down the line. Fuck it, if even a quarter of what he wanted came through he’d still insist on it. He was never not going to like showing Steve off, and this was the most ostentatious way he could get away with. 

Next, and most distressing, this was the first time Eddie had ever felt the lethal mixture of being incredibly happy and horrifyingly nauseous. He had no idea that a person could feel both things at once, and Eddie was starting to think the ability was just a flaw of the human condition. 

And last, he is a 100 percent sure he had never been this damn nervous in his entire life. Especially when the source of it was entirely self-made. It was an uncomfortable reminder of how he used to feel with Steve, back when he decided to be a fucking crazy person. 

But this was so much worse. 

“You really need to relax,” Chrissy said for the hundredth time, watching as Eddie fiddled in front of the mirror, “That anti-perspirant can only go so far.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed. He was on one today, he knew that. But knowing it wasn’t stopping any of his anxiety. Eddie was trying to fix his hair in the mirror, suddenly unpleased with how it was styled but unwilling to go bother the stylist that did it. She was busy enough with everyone else, let alone the fact that he didn’t even know why he didn’t like it. If anything he was just making it worse. But then again, Steve always said he liked his hair wild, right?

“Hon, I’m serious,” Chrissy sighed, grabbing for his hand to drag him away, “You are driving yourself crazy for nothing. Everything is going to be okay. He’s going to be there. Are you forgetting that it was Steve who asked you to marry him?”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at the memory, even now. The little shit had beaten him to the punch by a matter of days, completely ruining Eddie’s elaborate proposal plans. No, instead Steve decided to do it in the dead of night, getting down on one knee in the middle of their living room after getting destroyed at an impromptu game of scrabble. 

Eddie should have seen it coming, he really should have. But he had been so caught up trying to plan his own proposal he had completely missed the signs. Like how Steve kept picking movies that involved proposals and weddings, and how he was always very interested in what Eddie thought of them. Eddie just hadn’t realized how many notes he’d been taking around his innocuous comments. Not until Steve showed him the scrawled out list he had made down the line:

Not public, he said he wouldn’t want to cry in front of a bunch of strangers. Not again (whoops, sorry babe but at least this one would have been happy tears?)

Close to a bed or a bed-like surface for “celebrating” (I should have seen that one coming)

Diamonds are apparently ~stupid~ so look at colored stones instead (maybe emerald for his birthstone? Stick with sliver tones.)

No where cold so he can focus on the moment instead of freezing

Make it a surprise (But not outside? I don’t want to wait till summer though. Maybe I can do it randomly? Like when his back is turned?)

Write. A. Speech.

Eddie had to give it to him, his notes weren’t in vain. It had been amazing. Tailor-made to him in a way he didn’t even fully get until it was over. Because he had started crying, right in the middle of their living room with no one but Steve to see him. And it had felt so fucking safe. There was no embarrassment, no worrying over someone he didn’t know taking their moment to share with more strangers, none of it. It was just them. 

He had fucking loved the ring, the colors, the style, all of it fit him perfectly. The only thing he loved more had been dragging Steve straight to their bedroom spoil him rotten for hours. The speech had been beautiful, for what he had managed to hear through his own excitement and tears. He had ended up asking Steve to write it down for him considering how he couldn’t trust his own memory. Now it sat on a cute index card he kept in his wallet, right alongside his cute scrawled out list, a constant reminder that Steve Harrington wanted him.

It had been perfect. Almost too perfect. Perfect enough for Eddie to be where he was right now, the doubt of how he ended up with Mr. Perfect. 

from the upcoming last chapter of this fic

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[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Ah hello! I'd seen your post that you were accepting requests and I was wondering if perhaps you could do a request with Azul or the twins having a mermaid friend they'd known since childhood come visit them one day and they realize that they're in love with them?

I really hope this isn't too much and that it follows your rules, if not then please feel free to ignore! I hope you have a wonderful day my dear and keep up the amazing work!!!

Azul Ashengrotto:

Being an eel merperson, you had quite the effect on Azul when you first met him. He was already being pestered by two other eels which left him in denial about the little crush he had on you. It was something that was quickly squashed as Azul thought it really was just admiration for how you boldly took what you wanted and took up as much space as you felt like without a care in the world. It did help that you didn’t tease him the same way the tweels did, separating you from them in his mind so he could start to view you in a more romantic life. You had a kindness within you that they didn’t, a quality Azul himself didn’t have which he valued in you to an extent. When you come to visit it truly does feel like things had never changed, the comfort you had around each other remaining and the banter freely flowing. Azul had gambled with becoming your friend and won, but was he really willing to risk it all because of this inherent need to keep you by his side? He wasn’t sure if that was a deal he could sign off on.  

Floyd Leech:

Being an octopus merperson, you had been a little shier when you were younger, perfectly brought out by a particular twin who couldn’t quite leave you alone. You had been scared that Floyd would tease you but there was a lack of animosity in his teasing remarks, something that had you feeling like you were on equal ground; you had no problem firing back when you had to. You had always swatted at him when he made comments about Azul which had worried the others at first, but the amused smile on Floyd’s face made him seem oddly happy about you striking back. The friendship was a little unexpected but it had proven to be long-lasting as you kept in contact with him even when he went away to NRC. He had whined often that he missed you and to just save up for the potion so you could visit him. Floyd doesn’t really question his newfound feelings for you as he never was one to disrupt his own flow, simply riding the wave and seeing where it would take him.

Jade Leech:

Being a shark merperson, you cut a rather intimidating figure and there weren’t many who willingly chose to befriend you. A life of solitude hadn’t mattered much to you until two insistent twins started bothering you, the less (outwardly) chaotic of the two proving as stubborn as a barnacle. You had begrudgingly accepted friendship at first but found the ocean was full of color when you viewed it alongside Jade. Jade, who was self-aware enough to know that the longing he felt wasn’t something he felt to just anyone, would be able ot properly prepare himself if he knew you were coming for a visit. But if you showed up suddenly as a surprise, in a human form he’d never seen before, there’s an unexpected typhoon of emotion that has him a little lost at sea. Neither Azul nor Floyd were used to seeing Jade go adrift like that, the twin ever prepared for most ‘surprises’ but it seemed you were one that his heart couldn’t account for.

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[thatlovinfeelin]

Afterglow -Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw-

In which the woman Rooster really loves realizes it's time to stop being the other woman.

Afterglow…. Something you never thought you’d be clutching onto. But you knew the second this moment ended, so did your relationship with the man above you. He was lying on your chest, his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your cheek. His skin was warm against yours. 

You’d miss this, these moments with him. So simple you could overlook them, if you didn’t know what was coming next. He was probably still blissfully unaware, still stuck in the post orgasmic haze that seemed to have escaped you. Because you knew you’d never have another night like this. 

Your radio was playing softly in the corner of your bedroom, you couldn’t even make out the song. You wanted to cry. You had to choke it all back. He couldn’t know, not yet. Just a few more moments of this, a few more moments of the afterglow that you’d never get to experience again. 

“That was amazing,” He murmured, kissing your neck, “God, you’re amazing.”

The whimper was hard to tamper down. Outside, the sun was setting, turning the whole world shades of gold. How many sunsets had you watched with him? You took all of them for granted, until now. Now you wanted to remember every moment you ever had with him, just so you could relive them again when you became unbearably lonely.

“Yeah,” You whispered, trying to sound normal, “Can we just stay like this? Just for a few minutes?”

He sighed. He never stayed, that was the rule. The few times he tried, you were almost caught. His cover was nearly blown and it took weeks for things to calm down enough for him to come back over again. 

“I wish,” You could almost hear the heartbreak in his voice, “I wish I could, my love.”

He didn’t call her that, only you. She was sweetheart or sometimes baby, but you were always his love. But you weren’t his only love. The knowledge of that hurt more than watching him leave every time, knowing it could be the last. But tonight…tonight really would be the last time. 

“When do you ship out?” You asked quietly. 

“Tomorrow morning,” Another sigh from him, “Long before you’d roll over, since you like to sleep till noon.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” You were selfish and you knew it. 

So fucking selfish. You wanted him to yourself, even if he wasn’t yours to keep. He belonged to her. He was hers and had been hers for two years now. She had the ring, not you. You wanted to be able to let him go before now, but you couldn’t. You were too selfish. Selfish, selfish, selfish. 

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” Was his only reply, planting another soft kiss on your neck. 

“Where does she think you are right now?” You nearly winced as you asked. 

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you. He looked like he was in just as much pain at your question. He probably was in pain, because you knew he cared about you, but he cared about her too. So much so that he was going to marry her, leaving you in the shadows. 

“Does it matter?” He questioned, stroking your cheek gently. 

You forced yourself to swallow and look at the ceiling instead of him. His deep hazel eyes would be the death of you. They always seemed so soft when he was around you. The few times that you saw him with her, they didn’t seem that way. Not for the worse, and not for the better. You knew he loved her, you would never question that. But how could he love her and still be here with you? He loved you before she was even in the picture, but how did that make any of this right?

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” You said again, feeling a tear slip down your face. 

He cursed softly and rolled onto his back. His hand found yours and held it so tight it almost hurt. He would offer what little comfort he could. But even he didn’t know how to deal with this situation anymore. Everything was getting too muddled. He wasn’t sure where some feelings stopped and others started anymore. He couldn’t keep pushing his feelings for you away when he was with her. 

He hated the fact that he was hurting you. It threatened to tear him in two. He met you in college, in a time where he needed someone to lean on. Somehow you became that person, and over the years you followed him wherever he went. It became clear neither of you were dating or interested in anyone else, so he found his way into your bed. Then he just sort of stayed there. Until he met her. 

It was an accident, really. He thought you would be the person he’d end up spending the rest of his life with. But then he met her and she was so different. She was gentle and almost innocent and pure. She was like you and yet so unlike you that it made his head spin. 

Maybe that’s why he proposed to her a year ago. Because she was just enough like you that his heart didn’t hurt as much. You told him you never wanted to get married or really settle down. You were happy sleeping with him and having the benefits of a boyfriend without actually having one. He wanted more. You couldn’t give it to him, but she could. 

Only, once you saw them together you realized just how much you wanted to keep him. You wanted to be his one and only, but it was far too late for that. He didn’t belong to you anymore, and you needed to let him go. 

“This is the last time we do this,” You said softly, your heart breaking with each word. 

“Love-”

“I mean it Roo,” more tears fell from your eyes, “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t love you and then send you back home to her. I can’t be the other woman anymore.”

“You said-”

“I know what I said,” Your voice broke this time, “I was wrong, and I can’t ask you to leave her. Not with the wedding happening when you get back.”

“I-”

“I’m leaving, I won’t be here when you get back,” The tears were flowing freely now, “I can’t keep breaking my heart. And I don’t know how to live in a city with you, but not have you.”

“My love, please-”

Your head shook and you forced your hand out of his before getting out of the bed. You wrapped your robe around yourself and tried to put as much distance between you and him as you could. You felt so small, standing there in the middle of your bedroom, looking at the man you love in your bed. 

“I can’t be your love anymore,” You cried, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Don’t you see that? You can’t have both of us, but you need her. She’s your future, not me. She’s the one you chose.”

“Why are you doing this?” He was sitting up now. 

“Because, it’s time. Can’t you feel it? Everything is all messed up,��� You explained, voice breaking more with every word, “Because I love you, and I have no right to love you. I have no right to want to keep you in my bed with me. I have no right to you at all. She does, and she’s waiting at home for you. You’re shipping out tomorrow and you’re here with me instead. It’s not fair to her, or to me, or to you. I can’t ask you to do this anymore.”

“I could-”

“No, you wouldn’t leave her,” You interrupted him, “Because you’re a good man, Roo. That’s the problem. You’re too good of a man and I’m asking you to be something other than that. I won’t pull you down anymore. I can’t live with myself.”

He was standing now, naked as the day he was born. She wanted to memorize the way he looked. How he sounded, the way his touch felt. She wanted to remember all of it. Because, if nothing else she could at least have the memories. 

“I love you,” He whispered to her, “I love you so damn much. If you had just said the word.”

“I know,” She cried softly, her head resting against his chest, “I was too scared, and then it was too late. I knew the second you fell in love with her was the second I lost you.”

“What can I do?” He asked, smoothing your hair down, “How do I fix this?”

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around him one last time, “You can’t fix it, Roo. You know I’m right.”

He sighed again, “I wish things were different.” 

“So do I. But they aren’t.”

And so the afterglow was over. You watched as he slowly picked up his clothes and slid them back on. You helped him fix his hair, just like you always did. Your touches lingered though, both of you knowing this would be the very last time. There wouldn’t be another moment like this. He would go home to his fiancee for one more night before a brief deployment, and you would start packing so you could move back across the country. 

You needed to be as far away from him as you could. You couldn’t imagine still being in the same town as him and know that you could never touch him again. That you couldn’t kiss him or have him hold you. You would miss this, but you needed to be the better woman. You couldn’t be the other woman anymore. 

“Stay safe,” You whispered, peering up at him again, “I love you.”

His forehead dropped to yours, “I love you, so much, too much.”

“I know,” You replied softly, “Be good to her, Rooster. Please.”

“Be good to yourself,” He begged, “Will you- will you let me know when you’ve made it wherever you’re going?”

Your head shook, “It’s a bad idea, you know that. We need to stop all of this.”

“What if I come to find you?”

There was a bit of hope in his voice. You knew what he was implying. What if he left her for you. What if he gave up the white picket fence they were building together. What if he risked it all to come find you when he got back. 

“You can’t. You belong here, with her.”

“I wish things were different,” He said again, “They should be different.”

“They should,” You agreed, finally letting yourself feel everything, “But they aren’t, and they can’t be. You belong here, and I don’t. It’s time I go find where I belong, Roo.”

He kissed you. Every ounce of emotion seemed to be caught in the kiss. You could taste your tears on his lips. For a moment you wondered if he was crying too. But Rooster didn’t cry. You clutched onto him, hating the fact that you would have to let go eventually. 

Because you would let go, and when you did he would walk out of your door and you’d never see him again. Just knowing that broke your heart into more pieces than you could ever put back together. He would take some of those pieces with him. 

As much as you wished it wasn’t true, he would always have pieces of your heart. He was the first and only man you loved. He knew you better than you knew yourself. Just like you knew him….just like he loved you. Because he did love you. You had to remind yourself, he loved you, but he needed to love her more. 

“You need to go.”

“Not yet,” he replied, “Just a few more minutes.”

Maybe those few extra minutes could last you a lifetime, “Just a few more.”

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[augustvandyne]

thank you! so for the abby Littman x f reader, could you make it an established relationship pls?

just a bunch of fluff between them. r always holding her, cuddling her, etc. (and abby does those to r too) can you add cuddles while facing each other and kisses too

maybe add some angst too? but not angst between them two, but rather situations around them? like maybe when abby was getting ghosted by max and co. and or the deal w abbys parents

thank you so much! have a great day ! : ) <<<333

I was just wondering if you could also add like kissing and rubbing her legs/thighs too..if that makes sense..?

not in like an sort of sexual way, but more comfort? like telling her she's beautiful and all, yk? especially after stupid press😒

yes, i’m sorry it took so long to write this and any other requests that are currently pending!

okay, please enjoy, and keep sending reqs!

kisses

Oh, you hated her friends. You were never big fans of the girls. And now, because of a little misunderstanding, they were ghosting your girl for something that wasn’t even her fault, really.

Then on top of that, Abbys parents were total assholes. I don’t think we even need to discuss the reasons!

But you were always there, waiting for her on the sidelines like an amazing girlfriend.

Today was especially bad, because on top of her friends, and her parents, there was also Press. He’d make fun of her about taping her legs, and it was uncalled for. If you weren’t half his size you would probably go at him.

As soon as the two of you had laid down to cuddle for a nap, Abby had burst into tears. It took her almost an hour to stop and to tell you what was wrong, and the whole time you were doing whatever you could.

Typically when this would happen, you would rub her back, tell her everything would be okay, and of course give her small kisses. And that’s exactly what you did this time, too.

The tight hold around your torso begins to loosen, and that’s how you know the tears and dying down, and that it’s okay to start asking questions.

“What happened Abby?” You could tell today was worse and that it wasn’t just her parents and the girls. There was more pain in her eyes, and you hated to see it.

She opens her mouth to reply, but then shuts it.

“It’s okay, take your time,” You wipe her tears and plant a kiss on her head. “You are beautiful, Abby, I promise.”

“But, Press—“

“I don’t give a shit was Press said, or what Max said, or what your parents said. The only thing that matters is what I say, right?” You tilt your head, a lump forming in your throat from the condition all these people have put her in.

Abby nodded.

“Good, good,” You give a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. And it probably won’t until you see Abby happy and smiling again.

Abby is lying on her side, so you have easy access to her thighs, and you can tell she didn’t tape them today.

Truth be told, you preferred her when she had no tape, and everything was just her. That’s why you were with her—for her.

She’s wearing leggings today, so there would be no reason for her to use the tape—not that there is a reason regardless, she’s beautiful the way she is! But Press made fun of her even if she wasn’t wearing it, and you knew it.

“I love you, Abs,” You rub her thighs in a reassuring way, rather than a sexual way. “You don’t need the tape, okay? Remember what we just said? Say it with me. Nobody matters—“

“But you,” Abby finished for you, a small smile playing your lips.

“Exactly,” You look at her sympathetically. How could so many people cause so much hurt to such a small girl? “Let me take care of you.”

She takes it just the way you were hoping. She didn’t think for a second you were being sexual, because you would never take advantage of her when she was in such a state.

She knew you only wanted to comfort her, and that’s exactly what you did.

You were the only person she ever really felt comfortable being naked around, she she let you take her leggings off to you could rub and kiss her thighs.

You rub her right leg while placing a few kisses on her left thigh before speaking again, “I love you more than anything, Abby. Please don’t let them hurt you. I can’t bare to see you so distraught. But if you need to cry again, I’m always here, baby.”

You continue to kiss her thighs until she says enough, and leans down to kiss you.

“I feel better, thank you,” Abby smiles.

“I’m glad to hear it,” You beam. You place more kisses all around her face—her forehead, cheeks, chin, everywhere.

You spend the rest of the night binge watching your guys new favorite show.

#abby littman x reader #abby littman #ginny and georgia x reader #ginny and georgia

[ghoul-bonez]

~You Know What it is to Mourn~

(Sully Family x Fem! Reader)

Summary: Your life had been through a few drastic changes recently, but it was okay because you were all together. Now that you weren’t you found yourself struggling.

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: A Lover, Not a Fighter PART 4!!! Final part enjoy! (Or don’t because heavy on the angst) I was gonna wait until Monday to post this but might as well get it done today, so very early post!

Warnings: Loss of a loved one, child loss, depression

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You Know What it is to Mourn

You could think of many times you had considered your life had been turned upside down, most of them being more recent than not, but you had all been so wrong every time. Now your life has been flipped on its head.

The first time you could remember feeling your life had been flipped upside down was longer ago, when you fell for Neytiri. It wasn’t necessarily falling for her, you had always been hopelessly in love with her, but it was when you admitted to yourself you loved her. She had been your whole world as long back as you could remember. She meant everything to you.

Then you had not just admitted it to yourself, but also her, and she loved you too. You began to court each other, and were free to show your love as much as you wanted, as publicly as you wanted. You were free from holding yourself in, and could truly be yourself with Neytiri, no longer having to hold in your emotions. She would give you anything you wanted, but all you wanted was her love.

Then there was Jake. When he had come around you were hesitant to talk to him, more so to be around him because you couldn’t talk to him. You may not have spoken the same language, but over time you grew close by your love for Neytiri. Then much like you love Neytiri, you love him, but you were conflicted by him being a sky person. Neytiri loved him though, so you allowed yourself to as well.

Neteyam was a surprise, but a welcome one. He had thrown you head first into parenthood, and you were glad it was him and not Lo’ak looking back on it. He was an amazing baby, perfect perhaps. He never cried, never fussed. Even as a toddler he never threw temper tantrums. He was your shining star. Your mighty warrior who was meant for great things, meant to succeed.

Kiri and Lo’ak were the middle children, but came soon after Neteyam, quickly turning your small family of four into a large family of six. It was a lot to handle, but you wouldn’t trade them for the world. They were like two peas in a pod, and many people wouldn’t see the similarities between them, but you could. They both wanted to live up to their parents, but were cold in their shadows. You wouldn’t let them stay there though.

Your last child was your only biological one, Tuk. You loved all of your children equally, but Tuk would always be a little different. She had quickly become your sun, you revolving around her. She was young, hadn’t yet seen how cruel the outside world was, the world outside your family, and you wanted nothing more than to keep her happy and safe.

You had thought Quaritch’s first attack on your children was the day your life was really flipped upside down, even over all of the flips and turns before. You had hoped it couldn’t get worse, but life isn’t meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be messy, but in the end everything would be okay.

You were ready to deal with Quaritch, to fight him and his squad to keep your family safe, but you had planned on doing it at home. Moving to Awa’atlu was overwhelming for everyone, uprooting and starting a new life. You had eventually learned to live how you were now, and you were happy once more.

And now as you look back on it it all seems so insignificant. Now you know what it means for your life to truly be flipped upside down. Your world shattered, your life wasting away.

When the sky people attacked once again you knew it was serious. Not only you had been wrapped up in the web of violence but now the Metkayina people were too. The sky people had come after them, but the end goal was you, your family, Jake.

There was no time to hesitate, no time to flail in panic, and you were a lover, not a fighter, so you had decided to stay home while Jake and Neytiri went to fight. You wanted to fight, to keep the ones you love safe, but that wasn’t realistic.

Instead your plan was to stay and help head the healers, put in charge by Ronal, who had finally allowed you to help her with her duties after an elder healer retired. You would heal the warriors who came back throughout the battle as they fell back.

It was safe, it was something you could do, something you knew how to do. So you stayed behind, and did your job, helping people as they came back.

You waited, head shooting up from your work anytime someone new would come back, hoping that each person would be a member of your family.

You were jumpy, so when you heard people calling out that your family was in sight you rushed to the beach, the waves of the ocean being warped by your feet that stood on the edge between the sand and the sea. You tried to calm yourself, to be stable for your children who had just been shown the true violence of war.

You felt your heart rate rise as you waited and when you saw your kids swimming back on ilus you couldn’t help but to cry. They were safe, they were okay.

Lo’ak reached you first and you pulled him in, inspecting him and searching for serious wounds, but there were none, he was only covered in small scratches and scrapes. He may have been okay physically, but he was wounded in his heart, tear stains on his face, and you pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re okay…” You sighed.

“I’m okay, mama.” He muttered, like he was confirming it for himself as well.

Then tuk shouted out, “Mama!” Running to you and throwing herself at you.

Kiri was close behind her, and you checked them over just like you had Lo’ak. Kiri was the least injured, and Tuk had what looked like rope burns around her wrists, like she had been fighting against restraints. Seeing them like this broke your heart.

They were okay, but they both had tears just like their brother, they must have been so scared, so hurt. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how they were feeling, you didn’t want to know, but you wanted to help them heal, so you would have to know. Not right now though. For now you looked for the child that was missing, the last child, your first child.

You waited for a second, holding your breath and looking to the horizon waiting for Neteyam to come into sight, but he wasn’t coming. You felt your heart rise to your throat, you knew something was wrong, but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself.

Where was Neteyam?

You couldn’t wait anymore, “Where is your brother?” You asked Kiri. She couldn’t answer that, she couldn't tell you, and so she stayed silent, leaving someone else to answer.

When Tuk started crying your heart stopped. What had happened? You couldn’t stop your heart from speeding up as you looked to Lo’ak for an answer.

He was hesitant, “He’s with mom and dad…” he trailed off.

You were relieved to hear that, but you knew deep down that what Lo’ak was telling you wasn’t the truth. Not the whole truth, but you chose to ignore that, he was okay, just with your mates. Everyone was okay.

So you waited, and waited, and waited. You waited for what felt like a million years but was more like a few minutes until you saw Jake and Neytiri on the horizon. Neytiri was on an ilu instead of her ikran, which was odd, your first clue that something was wrong. The second clue that something was wrong was that Neteyam wasn’t next to them. You couldn’t see three people, only two.

Then they got close enough and you saw Neteyam, limp in Jake’s arms as the tsurak he was on swam towards you. Something was very wrong, Neteyam was knocked out, there were so many problems that ran through your mind.

Lo’ak could tell you were worried, shocked, so he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. It brought a moment of calm, but it didn’t keep your worries away for long, it couldn't keep your worries away.

Neytiri noticed you on the shoreline, exchanging a look with Jake, before speeding up and meeting you there. She ran into your arms, and when she noticed tears in your eyes she couldn’t help but let her tears fall again, sobbing openly in your arms.

You stood there holding her, and rubbing circles on her back. You told yourself you had to be strong right now, for her, for the children, but when you made eye contact with Jake you couldn’t help but break. He looked so broken, and he had always been a little broken, you could see it in his eyes anytime you looked at him, but now it was far more visible than ever before.

You wanted so badly to run to Jake and take Neteyam from his arms, to heal him from any wounds the world had given him, but something stopped you.

Fear. Fear was stopping you.

You feared what you would find if you got too close. You feared how broken you would feel when you saw the injury that had Neteyam laying limp in his dad’s arms. You feared not being able to heal him.

What you didn’t know was you wouldn’t have to heal him, wouldn’t be able to heal him.

That became apparent when Jake carefully dismounted the tsurak, trudging through the water towards you, and you could see no breath in Neteyam’s chest. There was no movement. No movement anywhere, and as Neteyam was still the rest of the world around you went still as well.

You couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you as you crumbled to your knees. You didn’t even need to touch him, to feel him void of a heartbeat, to know he was gone.

You screamed and sobbed as Neytiri held you in her arms, the roles reversed from earlier, now she was being strong for you.

Jake stopped in front of you, falling to his knees and allowing you to fully see your son. His eyes were closed, which was a relief to you as you couldn’t see the life void from them. His skin was pale and cold as you held his hand in yours. Your eyes looked over his body looking for the cause of his death, and when they found the bullet hole your heart sank.

You knew the truth, but ignored it, somehow holding onto hope that he was just passed out, not dead, just asleep. You ignored the fact that an injury of that severity was definitely fatal, and you didn’t know how long it had been since he sustained it. You ignored the stiffness and cold of his fingers. You ignored the way Jake held him like he hadn’t in years, cradling him in his arms like a baby. You ignored the way Neytiri couldn’t look at you, not having to form tsaheylu to feel your pain. You ignored the way your children were practically shaking next to you, feeling as if you should have been there when he had passed, not them.

You couldn’t help it as your head fell to his chest, your ear laying flat against it. You couldn’t focus on trying desperately to hear his heartbeat over the coldness and clamminess of his dull skin. When you stilled yourself, your body and racing mind, and heard no heartbeat your world crashed down around you.

He was gone, and there was no way you could bring him back, no matter how hard you tried he would forever be gone. Forever.

You couldn’t believe he was gone, even after confirming it yourself. You denied him being gone, he wasn’t gone, he was just away. You denied it when your partners would ask you how you were doing, implying that he was gone. You denied it when your children would come to you for comfort. You knew they missed him, you knew they were suffering, grieving like you, but he wasn’t gone so why would you need to comfort them?

Then eventually after him being absent long enough, missing mealtimes, gatherings, and family meetings, you grew angry. How could he leave you? How could he leave your partners, his other parents? How could he leave his siblings? He had hurt you, and everyone else who loved him, and you were furious. He could have held on a little longer, he could have tried to live a little longer. Just long enough to get home, to get to you. You could have healed him, brought him back to the safety of life, and if you couldn’t heal him he could have at least waited so you could say goodbye.

Once you realized it wasn’t his choice to leave you couldn’t be angry anymore. Then you began bargaining, with whoever you could. You bargained with Neytiri to take you to the Spirit Tree, to see him one last time, but she denied you, not believing you were ready. You bargained with Jake to just hold you, and to talk to you, but he denied you too, he was grieving on his own, still in the beginning stages of anger. You bargained with Lo’ak to tell you what his final moments were like, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell his mama.

Depression overcame you quickly and smoothly. It was like the ocean swallowing the beach as the tide rose, and it came in waves, some days benign better than others. On the better days you could get out of your home, help Ronal and the other healers with tasks around the clan. On the worst days you couldn’t even find the strength to get out of bed. You would lay there all day, depending on your partners, who were also grieving themselves, to help you function. You hated to see your depression rubbing off on your children, and you hoped it wasn’t you specifically. Instead you hoped it was them going through the same stages as you, but you couldn’t help but worry when little Tuk would lay with you and cry all day.

You had cried, and cried, and cried some more, but eventually the tears dried up. Your feelings didn’t subside, but they became easier to deal with. The dark, threatening, storm cloud of depression rained all it had to rain and moved away with the breeze. You accepted he was gone, and how that made you feel, and you were okay with that. You were finally feeling okay.

You know what it is to mourn, but now you can move on, not from loving him, but from the pain of him being gone. Neteyam was gone, but within you, and the Great Mother, he will live forever.

Word Bank:

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

Ilu (Main Metkayina transportation)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Tsurak (Skimwing)

Tsaheylu (The Bond)

Spirit Tree (Metkayina sacred tree)

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[blues824]

Obey Me brothers with a female reader who's capable of manipulating all forms of earth (rocks, sand, metals, gemstones, dirt, glass, etc)? Happy New Year BTW!!

I made reader sound like Demeter, which wasn’t my intention.

Lucifer

The first moment he experienced your power was when you first arrived at the Devildom in the Council Room. You were scared, so you raised a boulder up (destroying the floor of the room), and held it so as to make sure you were ready to fight.

After calming you down, you apologized and fixed the floor, and it looked like it was never destroyed in the first place. Lucifer wasn’t even angry, he was impressed. He thought humans didn’t have powers, so this came as a shock to him.

From that point on, you only used your powers to threaten Mammon, which the eldest brother found quite amusing. It kept the second eldest in line, so Luci over here didn’t have a problem with it at all. He might actually let you have your go at him if you so desire.

Mammon

When you raised the boulder, he shrieked like a little child. Last time he checked, you weren’t a witch and therefore you shouldn't have this ability. Mans is cowering behind Lucifer, using him as a barrier to put some space between the two of you.

Once you calmed down, Mammon was still freaked out. You even fixed the floor, which made him panic even more. He was shaking in his boots. You apologized for scaring him, but he tried to convince you that he wasn’t scared at all. It might have worked if his voice didn’t crack.

From then on, he might ask you to use your power to help him evade either his brothers or the witches he made deals with. It’s your choice if you want to help him, and if you do he’ll get you something as a symbol of gratitude. You will be his favorite person.

Leviathan

He was honestly amazed when you made a boulder levitate, and in that moment you reminded him of so many different characters who had the same power. He was still very freaked out because you had the power to small all of them with the earth, but that was secondary to his fascination.

Once you calmed down and fixed the floor, Levi went in a whole rant about the many different characters you reminded him of. He got embarrassed about going off on a tangent, but you reassured him it was totally fine.

I feel like you both got close because he has a close connection with water, and you were one with the earth. You both had entire worlds to show each other, and you were the only one who was able to bring him outside just to talk to him about the fertility of a plot of land.

Satan

Mans was certainly shocked when you just threatened to crush everyone with a boulder upon first arriving at the Devildom, but he understood that this situation wasn’t very normal. So, he took on the task of calming you down (ironic, isn’t it?)

When he successfully deescalated the situation, he proceeded to ask you a bunch of questions about your earth manipulation abilities since they weren’t shown in your student profile. You gladly answered each of them, and that started a spark between the two of you.

Satan went on to conduct a bunch of research to find out more about your abilities, and how a human could accumulate them. You were glad to see someone so interested, so you gladly gave a few lessons on earth and the extent of your powers.

Asmodeus

He definitely let out a loud scream of terror when he saw the floor being torn up and formed into a roughly shaped ball for you to direct if anyone tried to attack you. What was worse was that his charm didn’t work on you, so he couldn’t really do anything besides hide behind his older brothers.

When you had calmed down, he admired your abilities as well as how beautiful you were.  Beauty is strength, after all, and you definitely just showed that. So, he grew attached to you at the hip, much like he was normally.

As the two of you did skincare with each other at night, he would listen as you went on rants about how different the Devildom soil was compared to the Human Realm soil. You’ve even taught him how to take care of flowers so that he may keep his room beautiful and nice-smelling.

Beelzebub 

He was ready to fight back when he saw the floor breaking up and being formed into rough spheres, as well as you getting ready to attack. Lucifer had everyone stop before anything got destroyed, and he explained what was going on.

Beel was quite impressed since he assumed you wouldn’t have any powers, and once you got settled in he asked if you wanted to go grab some food and talk a bit, to which you accepted (because who wouldn’t?). At the snack store, he asked a few questions about your earth manipulation, and you answered to the best of your abilities.

Through that one ‘date’, you both gained a connection that the demon never thought he would have. He loved you and the strength you show when you use your powers, and it’s the perfect durability test for him for training. Carrying a boulder has to give you at least a bit more muscle.

Belphegor

He got to first witness your power when you brought a bag of rocks with you to the attic when you first heard him calling for help. He didn’t expect you to fling a bunch of stones out of surprise at the gate that held him back from the rest of the realm.

After a few tries of hitting the gate with more rocks and no results, Belphie began planning out how he could use your powers to his benefit. However, as you came back to see him time and time again, he got to have a close relationship with you.

When he got out of his prison, he expected you to use your powers. He didn’t expect for a boulder to be hurled in his direction, hitting him in the head in the process. That allowed his brothers to get a hold of him before he could harm you, though.

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Anonymous: Emotional Jack head cannon

Emotional Jack Headcanon

Anger: You have rarely seen Jack angry. Frustrated and annoyed, plenty of times, but it takes a lot for him to physically show anger. Your strongest memory of him angry is when Brooklyn was barely a day old. You were in the hospital stressed and anxious because you had barely held your daughter for 30 minutes before they were taking her away for tests and no one was telling you anything. The rush of hormones and the last 24 hours of giving birth were too much, and you were inconsolable. Jack watched you get blown off by the nurses one time too many before he had enough. “WHO THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO PAY TO GET MY WIFE SOME ANSWERS? TELL ME HOW MUCH, AND I’LL PAY IT” You could hear him yelling at the nurses station from your room. He had the entire labor and delivery floor terrified, but you immediately got to see your daughter again. Jack saw red when it came to you and Brooklyn being upset, and he’d do anything to make sure you weren’t hurting anymore.

Happiness: Jack rarely allows himself to be truly happy. He’s always moving forward, wanting more, because he’s afraid the things that make him happy will slip away if he lets his guard down. The first time he met you, he remembered being unapologetically happy. You were just so full of life and kindness, and he knew he’d do anything to make you his. He wanted to be a better man for you. At first your relationship was so easy and natural, but his insecurities started to creep in, and his grip on your relationship tightened. He was short with you one night, his frustrations about losing you bubbling to the surface, but you just wouldn’t give in. Every dagger he threw at you, you met him with compassion, something he didn’t think he deserved. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through it together.” He replayed your words in his head every time he became insecure, and he felt the walls he built start to fall. He’s allowed himself to feel happiness with you ever since.

Love: Loving Jack is easy. He’s kind, humble and treats you they way you always wished your previous boyfriends would have. Where other people may tell you he loves you, Jack shows it. In the way that he checks in with you to make sure you’re okay, or you feel his protective touch when you’re out in public. You never have to wonder where his loyalty lies, and you never second guess your relationship when you’re together. Its loving him at a distance that can be difficult, and it’s almost broken you two apart many times. It’s not that you think he’ll cheat on you while he’s on the road, but the weeks of loneliness are hard to deal with, and a phone call doesn’t replace a physical body laying next to you at night. He knows his career is hard on you, and is forever grateful that you are understanding.

Sadness: Jack really opened up to you while he was recording JACKMAN. It was a project that was more emotional and raw than any of his previous albums and he covered some very dark topics that you never thought he would allow the public to witness. It was a reminder to you that even when you love someone with your entire soul, your love does not rid them of their own sadness and internal struggle. “What can I do to help you, baby?” you asked him the night after his GMA performance, a point where he felt his lowest. You knew he didn’t have an answer for you, but it was your way of telling him that you were here for him, and you were going to walk through this together.

Fear/Anxiety: The first time Brooklyn was sick as an infant, Jack was truly scared. She was so small and helpless, and there was nothing he could do to help her. She spent days in the hospital with pneumonia, and he spent most of his time thinking his time with his best friend was going to be short lived. He was by her side the entire time, giving you time to rest, and he would talk to her, telling her stories about how amazing her mom was, and all of the things he couldn’t wait to do with her. “I need you, so you can’t leave us yet.” His heart was pounding out of his chest, and until now he realized he had never loved anything as much as he loved Brooklyn. She was a part of him, taking up space in his heart that could never be replaced with anything else. That scared the crap out of him. As she got better and was able to come home, he knew he would do anything to protect his little family.

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[green-socks]

Dubious Times at the El Royale

Pairing: Miles Miller x F!reader

Summary: You have a major crush on your colleague Miles. One evening after a long shift Miles takes some new drug, and ends up thinking he's just having very vivid fantasies, when in reality you really are naked under him, even though you thought you knew better.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Please read these! This is over 18 only!! Unprotected PiV (we know better!), !!dubious consent due to Miles' drug use!!, an unknown/unspecified drug, loss of virginity, coming inside without permission. Reader has a lot of guilt over having sex before marriage because she was raised like that and the movie was set in the 60s and not like 2019, so. If these things make you uncomfortable, don't read, thanks! (All ends well tho so it's alright)

Notes: I have never written anything like this before, but something about Miles' face all bloody and pretty made me want to go a touch darker than usual? I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm experimenting. Fortunately, I can thank @hederasgarden and @lorecraft for being absolutely amazing betas and helping me make sense of all this. Love you! Special shoutout to @hederasgarden for listening me talk about this a lot and not hating me for it <3 Also I'm sorry about the silly title lmaoo

MASTERLIST

gif by the beautiful @a-reader-and-a-writer

You liked Miles Miller. Well, more than liked. Head over heels was probably a better way to describe it. He was so sweet and considerate, always so polite to you and everyone, and not to mention handsome. You often found yourself gazing at him from across the hotel lobby, completely lost in a daydream, until something jolted you out of it and you remembered where you were.

But Miles wasn’t all bright eyes and soft smiles. One time you had accidentally discovered his secret, the addiction he was trying to hide from everyone, and while you had been shocked, you also understood. You had heard how many veterans turned to drugs to deal with everything they had experienced in the war. You didn’t know if you could rightly judge him for that, since you couldn’t even imagine the horrors he must have seen.

Of course, you worried for him a bit, but didn’t want to seem overbearing. It wasn’t your place. You just tried to make sure you were always kind to him in return and helped around as much as you could. You wanted to make his life a little bit easier, make him smile more often.

You weren’t sure if he returned your feelings, though that didn’t stop you from dreaming about it. And sometimes you did feel like he maybe liked you back, but then again it was a little hard to tell for certain since he got easily flustered with most people anyway. Which you found totally adorable.

-

It had been a really long day. You were tidying up the very last of the rooms, but you were stumped. The previous resident had rearranged the room to their liking, apparently, and you were trying to move all the furniture back into their right places.

Thing was, you were only one person, and the furniture was pretty heavy. You would need help to be able to move them all. Everyone else had already gone home, it was just you and Miles, so you left to go get him. Surely the two of you could handle the furniture easily. Plus, you were thrilled at the possibility of spending more time alone with Miles.

Miles wasn’t at the front desk, so you went to check the storage room where he often went. And sure enough, there he was sitting on the floor.

It was clear from his face that he had taken something already. Probably not a lot, but some. He still looked fit to help you work though, so you asked him to come with you.

Miles even removed his jacket to lift and move the pieces of furniture, and you tried not to openly gawk while his surprisingly strong arms lifted the chairs you were unable to. It was making you feel quite tingly. The bed you moved together since it was so big, and afterwards, when the last piece was in its right place and you had changed the sheets, you collapsed on the bed. Just to rest your legs for a little while.

Miles sat down next to you, and when you turned to look at him, he was watching you with a strange expression on his face. You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking at all.

“What?” you chuckled.

“Uhm..” He pulled what looked like a cigarette out of his pocket. “A guest gave this to me earlier. I was thinkin’ of smoking it tonight.”

“Oh. Well, you can go ahead,” you shrugged, not really knowing if it was a good idea or bad to stay with him here, but you figured you could still talk while he smoked.

“He said it was somethin’ new, but that I would be sure to enjoy it,” he explained while lighting it.

“Are you sure that’s safe?” you asked carefully.

“Yeah- yeah he’s gotten me stuff before,” Miles said, giving a rueful smile. “And it can’t be worse than what I usually do.”

His voice was laced with guilt, and you felt bad for him. He clearly carried a lot inside him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Though you didn’t know what exactly was okay, you still put a hand on his arm to show him you meant to comfort.

“You’re too good to me, you know,” Miles mumbled.

“Nonsense, Miles! Besides, you’re always so kind to me, too. I like you for it,” you finished shyly.

“You’re like an angel on earth,” he said wistfully, as if he didn’t notice he said it out loud.

You were getting well and truly flustered now. Did he really think that? You supposed the drug could be making him think that, but he didn’t seem that high yet. Plus, it would be a weird drug, making someone think something like that out of nowhere, wouldn’t it?

The smell of the drug was in the air now, and so was the smoke, wrapping around you both like a blanket. You felt quite relaxed, sitting here on the bed with Miles, talking quietly. It was nice. You even dared to get a little bolder with your flirting, trying to see if he would respond to it. He seemed more open in this bubble you two shared, with no one else around and the whole place quiet. Like he could forget about everything for a while.

You didn’t know where you found the bravery to put your hand on his thigh, just above his knee, as you leaned in closer and laughed at something he said. It seemed to have an effect on Miles, however. But instead of getting flustered like usually – well, he was still breathing harder and getting redder – he did something unexpected.

He kissed you.

He leaned in and put his mouth on you, and you forgot how to breathe for a second. You made a surprised noise, but once the shock wore off you quickly kissed him back. It was somehow both sweet and desperate at the same time. You grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you, which made you topple backwards on your back, effectively pulling Miles on top of you. Both of you let out a little oomph but didn’t stop kissing.

You didn’t plan on deepening the kiss, or rolling your hips against his instinctively, but it happened all the same. It was as if your body knew what it wanted before your brain did, and it all seemed to light a fire inside Miles.

Before you knew it, he was taking off your apron and your work dress, and it didn’t quite occur to you to stop him. Especially not when he ripped off his own shirt, revealing his pale skin to you. How were you supposed to think rationally when he was kissing his way down to your breasts, and you felt yourself getting all slippery between your legs? How were you supposed to remember this was a sin when it felt so good? How were you ever not supposed to give in when the boy you liked was looking down at you like that? 

Or when he gasped, “This can’t be real. This is a dream.”

You giggled breathlessly and told him that it was real, though you had trouble believing it yourself.

However, when Miles started opening his trousers and you came face to face, so to speak, with his arousal, the hazy cloud of lust lifted somewhat. This wasn’t how you had imagined your first time to go, though you had dreamed it would be with Miles, oh you had dreamed it many times, it was in a very different setting. Somewhere romantic, and when you were already at least engaged.

You knew it was wrong to want this now. You should wait. It wasn’t right. But you wanted him so much, you did.

“Miles.. we– we shouldn’t.. you know,” you bit your lip, looking up at him.

But at the same time his hand had found its way to touch you between your legs, and your words trailed off as Miles groaned loudly, as if he was the one getting touched like that.

“So perfect.. Not real,” he whispered.

Miles slid one finger inside you, making you gasp. He moved his finger back and forth, like you sometimes did when you were alone, but it felt so different like this. So much more.

It felt so good, and Miles was clearly enjoying it as much as you were. He was moaning loudly, his eyes screwed shut, and you couldn’t deny it all added to your excitement. He was so handsome.

Your lust addled brain screeched into a halt though when you felt the press of something considerably larger than his finger at your entrance.

“M-miles,” you stammered. “We should wait..“

But Miles wasn’t hearing you. He seemed as if in a trance, eyes still screwed tight shut, his body trembling slightly as he pushed himself inside your tight heat, just that first inch.

“Miles,” you squeaked, feeling it sting as he stretched you. 

“Ohhhh, god, so perfect. My sweet, perfect angel. I never wanna hurt you,” he panted.

You squirmed, trying to adjust to him, which made him groan again. It seemed that he was speaking the truth about not wanting to hurt you however, because when he was finally all the way in, he stopped, hips flush against you.

“So perfect, so good, feel so good around me, better than anythin’. I could never deserve you,” he blabbered, pressing kisses on your skin wherever he could reach.

You were feeling so torn. This wasn’t how you planned it, this shouldn’t be happening, but Miles really seemed to enjoy it, and you didn’t know what to do.

And then he started rocking into you, and your whole world shifted.

It was shameful. You were so ashamed, you were raised better than this, but heavens above, you liked it. It felt good. The slight sting of pain was no longer there, and instead you felt warmth spread all through your torso. Your emotions were all over the place, your brain telling you a different story from your body.

“Miles, we should stop, it’s not right,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands.

Again, it seemed he didn’t even hear you – instead his thrusts picked up pace, and he kept moaning breathlessly, “So good, oh, my angel, I dream of you every night.”

His words made you shiver, and you felt like you were going out of your mind. The feeling only got stronger as he sneaked a hand between your bodies where you were joined, circling his fingers over the bud at the apex.

You felt your whole body buzzing at the feeling, and you knew what would happen next. He was going to make you reach that peak whether it was right or not. Worse, you wanted him to. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably now, and you felt tears in your eyes, though you weren’t sure if they were because it felt so good or because it was so wrong.

“Miles, shit, you’re gonna make me– It’s–“

The rest of what you were going to say got cut off as you gasped and whimpered, feeling the tide take over, and you were helpless to do anything but surrender to it.

Miles panted open-mouthed moans into your neck as you orgasmed, but he didn’t slow down. No, he only picked up his pace, and it was clear he was aiming for his own peak now.

That’s when you heard a car door slam in the parking lot.

“Miles!” Your eyes flew open. “There’s a guest coming, they could come here and oh Miles someone could see!”

Your sweet Miles was fully lost to the pleasure, however – his hips kept ramming into you, hard, all the while his cries got even louder.

“Ohh god, you’re so perfect, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Miles!” you gasped.

“I love to hear you say my name, angel,” he moaned.

“Miles you can’t finish inside me!” He was on top of you so completely you could hardly move, let alone jostle him enough to make him pull out.

And amidst all this, you had the thought of how you’d give anything to have his child, if it were under different, more secure, circumstances. You felt so dirty. Why did you like this so much, even when you knew you shouldn’t have done it in the first place? You whimpered his name one last time as his whole body shook, and he cried out his release into your neck.

Tears pricked in your eyes. You were so overwhelmed with guilt and the slowly fading desire. How could you have done this?

“Miles we have to get up, there’s a guest waiting, come on.”

Apparently now finally mindful enough of not crushing you, Miles slid out of you, making you whimper again. He collapsed on the bed next to you, still panting. You were still in shock, trying to process everything that had happened, blinking up at the ceiling. You knew there could be consequences for doing something like this, especially out of wedlock, but you hadn’t been able to care about that in the moment. Even though you had been taught to do so all your life.

The spiraling thoughts were interrupted when you heard the bell from the front desk ringing again. Then you jumped into action, frantically pulling your work dress back on and scurrying out of the room. You couldn’t deal with this right now, there was a guest waiting and if you stopped to think about what just happened you might freak out a bit. Thinking of things like what did this mean and does he love you and what will happen next, so it was better to just get back to work.

-

Miles didn’t show up again for the rest of your shift that evening, but you found him absolutely freaking out behind the front desk when you came to work the next day. All the turmoil of the previous night flew out of your head the moment you saw him in distress like that.

“Miles? What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

He turned to look at you, face all scrunched up in worry and like three different kinds of pain.

“You– You left your apron in that room. I woke up in there and was all alone but there was your apron and.. what happened?” he whispered, looking a little bit terrified of what the answer would be.

Your stomach dropped all the way to the floor. Oh no, this was so much worse. Was he really so high he didn’t even remember?

“Y-you don’t remember? What we…. did,” you gulped on the last word.

“We did?!” he cried, making you jump a litte. You’d never heard him so loud, and even after last night that was saying something.

“You mean I wasn’t– That I– It was real??”

“Felt like that to me,” you croaked feebly. This was all kinds of horrible. Maybe he hadn’t even really wanted you. Maybe he’d thought you were someone else. Oh god. You would have to leave the country. This was so embarrassing.

Miles fell out of sight behind the corner. Thinking he had fainted or something in shock you rushed to open the countertop to get to him.

He was on his knees on the floor, tears in his eyes and his chin quivering.

“I am so, so sorry. I can’t believe I did that to you. I thought I imagined it all, but when I woke up and you was gone and your apron and the smell.. and I thought maybe it was real after all and I am so sorry. I swore to myself I’d never hurt you. I swore I’d keep away; I couldn’t deserve you,” he babbled as the tears now leaked out of his eyes.

“I swear I didn’t realize, I thought I was just alone and…. well.. you know… It seemed more vivid than usual but I still never believed it could have been real,” he sniffled.

That part gave you pause. More vivid than usual? He had thought he’d been alone and just fantasizing? As in, he has done that while thinking of you? More than once? Did he do it often?? Your mind was buzzing with questions.

“You don’t have to forgive me, but I’ll do anythin’ to show you I’m sorry. We should of course get married–”

“Now back up just a minute, Miles,” you sternly stopped his rambling.

His head snapped back up, those teary eyes looking up at you now.

“I like you, but I do not want you to shotgun yourself into marrying me. That’s not how I want my marriage to happen.”

You kneeled on the floor opposite him.

“And yeah, I do appreciate the apology, because that would explain some things, maybe, that you were too high to know what was real… But also, in case you don’t remember – and maybe you don’t – I did like it. A lot, actually. Sure, I was really ashamed, too, because I shouldn’t have liked it, we definitely shouldn’t have done it. For god’s sake, we aren’t even together, let alone married or even engaged.. and at work!” You took a deep breath before continuing. “But it was you. Of course I still wanted it.”

Miles’ sniffles had quieted, and he was looking at you with a wide eyed expression.

“I had imagined it going a little differently.. like we’d have at least several dates first and–”

“We could still do that,” Miles blurted out, a little desperate. “If-if you wanted to. You probably don’t, what am I thinkin’, especially after that..” he trailed off.

“It would be a bit of a backwards approach, but maybe we could try a date and see what happens?” you tried to suggest tentatively.

“You mean it?”

You nodded and smiled. “I’d really like that.”

“I promise I won’t touch you again until I’ve at least given you a ring. And I promise I’ll never get high again. I won’t do that again.” His jaw was set, and he had a flushed determination on his sweet face.

 “It’s okay, Miles. One step at a time,” you smiled. “We’ll figure it out.” You leaned in to kiss his still wet cheek. 

And then you heard the sound of a car from the parking lot again, reminding you of where you were. But this time when you jumped up and straightened your dress to get ready to greet the customer, you did so with a much lighter heart and a genuine smile.

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[alexanderlightweight]

Prompt for Wednesday, if it pleases 💜

I know you literally just posted marriage of inconvenience, so totally get it if you don’t wanna think about it anymore, but I am obsessed, fascinated, been thinking about it all day. I especially love that we got Magnus’s take on things, and also Jem taking one look at Alec and being like “lmao Magnus of course when you steal a Nephilim you pick top shelf”

The actual prompt—what is everyone else’s reaction!? Jace, bereft of a sucker to tie Clary to? Maryse, mother-in-law to Magnus Bane. The Clave, suddenly missing their scapegoat/fix it guy? How does the warlock community take Magnus suddenly being married/bonded after like four hours of conversation. Do the NY shadowhunters loyal to Alec (because we love a competent, well-loved and respected HOTI Alec) think Alec’s been enchanted or are they just happy he’s with anyone but Clary?

And, of course, any Malec post-fic vibes you have are always loved, valued, and appreciated.

i actually wrote half of it three years ago and the rest just recently when my health got better, so i'm not exhausted with it or anything, but thank you for checking that's incredibly sweet. i actually really love that verse and have filled a few other prompts for more of it so this was fun and I finally tackled a non malec pov for this fic. i hope you enjoy!

also please remember Jace is an unreliable narrator dealing with a lot of trauma and also self-denial. he thinks he's in love with his sister and he's really struggling with that. A LOT. he canonically doesn't think of alec's feeling and wellbeing until last or when alec's injuries pain jace (which he doesn't have in this verse). he's so caught up in clary and wanting clary that he can't even try to understand why alec would be upset with marrying her when it's all jace wants/ed.

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Jace is pacing frantically through the Institute halls.  

Alec hasn’t been seen since he went out for a lone patrol and reported everything was fine and that he was marking some new streets that had been renamed.

That was fine.

Everyone knows that Alec is trying very desperately to spend as little time as possible in the Institute because of the impending wedding.

Which is just selfish to Jace.  

Alec gets to marry Jace’s sister. The girl Jace thought he could love, Clary. Who is absolutely amazing and perfect and Jace still wishes, sometimes though he never lingers on it. 

But Alec is acting like he’s being stabbed through the heart and tortured or even deruned.  Jace has never seen him so miserable in their entire life and he doesn’t get it.

He wishes, once again, that Alec hadn’t backed out of their parabatai bond. That Alec hadn’t made the excuse of, ‘we want different things and positions in life, Jace’.  Like it was that big of a deal that Jace had no intention of someday being a Head of Institute or Consul or Inquisitor or some higher position like Alec wanted. Jace would be happy to be a commander, but he also wasn’t fussed about when it happened. 

Sure things got a little boring, but commanders had more paperwork and weren’t sent out on as many missions. Jace wanted to wait before he stuck himself half-behind a desk like Alec was trying so hard to do.

So in that way, he had understood a little, that it would have been hard when Alec achieved his goals and went to Idris and Jace stayed at whatever Institute he was a part of. It had hurt though, the rejection and this hurts even more. They could finally be brothers, since they aren’t parabatai.  They could call each other brother and it would be recognized and if Jace can’t have Clary then the only person he would want to, is Alec. 

“Izzy!” He calls when he sees her.  She’s been hot and cold since the marriage was announced.  Acting like she’s both thrilled Clary is going to become family and also guilty, avoiding Alec who isn’t even talking to her. 

Which may be why she’s avoiding him. Izzy hates it more than any of them when Alec shuts them out.

“Jace.” And she’s not smiling, she hasn’t been smiling much unless Clary or that mundie pest of Clary’s is around. “Have you seen Alec?”

“No, I was just about to ask you. Any ideas? He should have been back by now, even if he did spend all night out alone to avoid everyone, it’s noon. He never stays out this late.”

Izzy looks as worried and miserable as Jace feels and he’s about to suggest they go talk to Hodge when a fire message appears out of the air and Izzy snatches it with whip-like reflexes. 

“It’s from Alec.” She sounds relieved but instead of a smile her face twists further into a frown.

“What is it, Iz?” Jace asks leaning close over her shoulder to peer at the note. It’s weird, Izzy still feels more like his sister than Clary and he wishes he could figure out how to have that kind of easy, sibling relationship with Clary.

He’s hoping it will be better after Alec marries her, he would never covet Alec’s wife. Couldn’t, it would be too big a betrayal of the bond they share and have nurtured since childhood. That Alec was and is the only one Jace would tie his soul to, because he wants Alec to be tied to him in return.

To always be Alec’s little brother, to be protected and cared for the way Alec has always done for Izzy and Max and Jace once he became as close a Lightwood as he could come.

“He’s not coming back until the day of the wedding, apparently he’s decided that he just needs a few days to himself.”

Jace wants to hit something, preferably Alec at the moment.

“So what, he’s just going to leave before the wedding? What is Clary supposed to think about this? Did he even think about how she’s going to feel?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re more upset than Clary will be,” Izzy says slowly, watching him carefully. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay! Alec is ruining this for everyone, why can’t he just stop for a minute?”

“Hey!” And Izzy sounds upset now and Jace hates it when she’s upset. It reminds him of her when she was eleven and crying because Jace wasn’t handling the transition of living with the Lightwood’s very well. Alec had told him that if he ever made Izzy cry again, Jace could forget Alec being his brother, because he wasn’t going to be a brother to someone who purposefully made their siblings cry. 

“Alec didn’t choose this. Remember! This was picked by everyone but him.” And Jace recognizes now what the guilt he’s seen on her is from. “If he needs a few days to wrap his head around not getting a choice, then he gets them. No tracking him, Jace. I’m serious.” And Izzy clips off, only her hands clenching and unclenching again and again betray her guilt and what Jace thinks might be shame.

He does feel a little bad, but not enough to be guilty. 

Anyone should be honored to marry Clary, Jace’s sister. Alec is just being stubborn because he and Clary butted heads when she showed up. Once Alec’s back and the wedding has happened, things will be fine. Better than fine, they’ll all be family.

#writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #lumine writes #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #inconvenient marriage au #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

[beneathashadytree]

Hello, I really love your writing style and how uou portray the characters perfectly! So I was wondering if you can make an age-gap relationship between with either (you can choose) (Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy: separately) and the reader who's like 42, who treats them like a kid but the boy wants to be treated like a man.

Oh yea, the girl's persona is like tomboyish too :>

(I had this girl in mind for the scenario)

Thank youuuu~

AS A MAN - TRAFALGAR LAW X READER

Warnings : a little steamy towards the end, major age gap, this is not proofread, reader identifies as female!

Genre : fluff I think?

Word count : 1.3K words (oops)

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Given just how faithful he is to the Hippocratic oath, Law dedicated a good deal of his free time to making advancements in the world of medicine

As a doctor and surgeon, he’s never satisfied with simply taking the facts as they are and using his Devil Fruit to his advantage; no, he very much prefers to sit in his office and toll over research and papers

He’s also allied himself with different pirates over the years, seeking his own benefit and what he ends up getting from their end

Unsurprisingly, he meets all sorts of people, but his bonds with them have always been superficial, if not cold, even

Law’s never been one to think too deeply about whether or not he likes his “business partners” because he simply wasn’t there to fraternize with people

However, once he met her, everything he’d known about his world changed 180 degrees

She was quite a fair bit older than he was, almost two decades his senior, and it showed clearly just how vastly different their ages were in the way that she carried herself

Perhaps it wasn’t the typical maturity most people expected women to have, the stereotypical stuffy seriousness and stuck-up attitude that most noblewomen had, but something about her and the way her eyes trained on everyone showed just how much she’d gone through and seen

As allies, they were forced to interact from time to time, and to Law’s surprise, he didn’t find himself opposed to being in her presence; hell, he sometimes preferred having her around over his solitude with papers and tools in his office

Having her around while he worked had him eager to prove himself, for some odd reason, and eager to prove just what he was capable of doing with his skill set and his knowledge at hand

Maybe it was because she seemed to not think much of him

Not in the sense that she disliked him, or that she looked down on him, but she somehow always treated him as though he were nothing but a mere boy to her, a kid whose efforts were endearing but not necessarily awe-inspiring in their nature

And though he’d tried to deny it for a long while, Law hated the fact that he hadn’t been able to impress her—and that probably was because of the fact that he was so used to people reacting to him and his abilities with a mix of horror and amazement

Her lackluster reactions weren’t at all disrespectful; in fact, she did often express her appreciation for his work as a doctor, warlord, surgeon, pirate, and all-around menace, but she did so in a manner that felt like she was simply praising a child for their newest achievement

She’d even gone so far as to pat his head with a chuckle in an attempt to calm him down after he’d once lost his temper over an inconvenience in the operating room, which he knew she’d done with no malicious intent but had come across as condescending

And Law did understand where she was coming from, seeing as most people in their forties found little to be impressive, after having seen so much—and especially with her being a pirate who’s traveled at least a good majority of the entire world

Her own personality played part in this too, since she seemed to have a laidback sort of effortless swagger that made all men and women alike look up to her

The casualness with which she strutted and her confident smirk was exactly why she fit right in with them, and why they respected her so much

In fact, he himself found himself momentarily stunned every now and then by her mere presence and how overwhelming it sometimes got, and he had to begrudgingly admit that he couldn’t stay away from her due to his immense attraction to everything that she was

But still, the sting left behind every time she cooed at one of his morbid experiments was one that Law couldn’t soothe with his own faith in himself

He had to prove to her just how worthy he was of his title as the Surgeon of Death, and he planned to do it himself before he lost his mind to the fact that she simply didn’t see him as the man that he was

So he tried time and time again to subtly let her sit with him in his office or operating room, often by claiming that he needed an extra helping hand, or that he needed someone to keep watch to make sure that no one would interrupt his work

He hoped that by doing so she would be genuinely interested in his skills, and so impress her

However, Law’s plan seemed to completely backfire when he had her in his office, asking her to organize a stack of incredibly complicated research papers he’d left out on purpose for her to read

As he’d expected, she’d been curious enough to pick them up and ask him to explain what was on them, and he’d smirked a little as he gave her a rundown of the topic at hand while she sat in front of him

She’d gaped at him with awe in her eyes, and he’d believed that he’d finally managed to impress her, that is until—

“For someone so young, it’s incredible how you’ve managed to discover all this.”

And that was when he’d had about enough, and he couldn’t help but snap at her

“I’m not a fucking child. Don’t talk to me like that.”

Once again, his sharp tongue had gotten the best of him, as he could see how she frowned at him while setting his papers down

“Sorry, Law. Didn’t mean to disrespect you as a warlord.”

With an exhausted huff, he rubbed his eyes before finally saying, “That’s not it. It’s not about that.”

Confusion laced her features, and Law took advantage of drawing to his full height and leaning over her, an intense surge of emotions in his hard-set eyes

“I’m not a kid. You’re treating me like one, but you’re forgetting I’m a man. A powerful one at that.”

“I haven’t—“

“Really?” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, before he hummed and leaned in until he could see every single lash and watch every single stunned emotion flicker in her eyes. Part of him reveled in that wicked feeling. “It seems to me like you’ve only ever seen me as someone your junior.”

Despite her warring emotions, she managed to sigh and say, “Law, it’s… it’s only because you’re younger, and I recognize that you’ve got the youth I left behind years ago.”

With a glint of his teeth that seemed just a little cruel and a little cocky, he allowed his thumb to gently press onto her bottom lip, watching as the red flush climbed up her cheeks at his daring move, certainly having not seen this coming in any which way

“I could very well remind you what it feels like to be young.” His low voice was as tantalizing as a velvety purr, stroking her soft lip. “It’s your choice tonight. Just don’t forget what I’m capable of.”

Though one could read it as a threat, she knew damn well that it was a promise—a very, very tantalizing and delicious promise that had her head spinning

Law’s smirk was all-telling, and he knew that from this day forth she would be unable to remove this new image of him from her mind

Was he too despicable for liking the fact that she would suffer from not being able to stop thinking of him? No matter; he’s never been the most morally righteous, after all

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[softtdaisy]

MY FAVORITE SUPERHERO - EDDIE MUNSON

DESCRIPTION I when Eddie can't go to the high school Halloween party, you find a solution: him becoming Ghostface for the night

PAIRING I eddie munson x female!reader

WORD COUNT I 2,6k

A/N I let's pretend scream came out in the 80s. you can read steve version here | see the post about ghostface halloween night

“You, my darling, are a fucking genius.”

And you couldn’t agree more with Eddie right now. But you were too busy looking at his bare chest to say anything. How could you be so lucky to have a secret boyfriend like Eddie Munson? There was so much hotness coming out of this man, with his look, his attitude, his reputation… well, the same reputation that forced you to think about a plan.

There was a Halloween party organized at high school and everyone was invited…except for Eddie. The principal said he couldn’t come because of his attitude in classes and with the teachers. They didn’t want to risk him making a mess at the party, that they couldn’t trust him and all those kinds of stupid stuff. First, you found it terribly unfair to deprive someone from having fun because of his behavior. It was a vicious circle: the more you’re being mean to someone, the more they will act badly with you. And Eddie was really good at that.

Second, you hated the idea of going there without Eddie. You weren’t even in high school anymore. You graduated at the same time as Steve. When the kids asked you to be the chaperone for the Halloween party, mostly because they knew you would love to dress up for one of your favorite holidays, you obviously said yes. And when you learnt that Eddie wouldn’t be there, you were disappointed.

No matter how many times Eddie told you it was fine, that you could have fun with the kids and Steve, you knew he felt bad for not being able to party with you. It was already hard for him to hide his relationship with you. He felt like he was punished once again. But once again, you proved Eddie that you were the light in his life.

When Eddie met you, you were already friends with the kids. He remembered being confused because your name kept slipping from their mouth. “I watched this horror movie with [y/n] she’s so cool dude!” Dustin would say, praising you for bringing him to the cinema and lying about his age. The day Mike came back with his Hellfire shirt, the one he teared a hole in, he explained that you were the one who sewed it when his mother wanted to throw it. You were like a superhero for those kids.

Eddie knew you already, he saw you at school, but you never talked. And he found it funny, thinking about it, how you became friends once you graduated. But even if he thought that you were scared or ashamed of being seen with him, he realized that you were just on two different worlds back then and that you had more in common that you thought.

Quickly, you became a superhero for Eddie too. You never ever judged him, you always listened to his stories, no matter how stupid he thought they were. You helped him with everything, from running to buy a new string for his guitar to making a new setting for his D&D night. And tonight you proved him once again that you were amazing.

“It’s not a big deal” you laughed, bringing his sheet closer to your chest. “I just realized that in Scream there were two Ghostface so it wouldn’t be that silly for you and Steve to dress up the same. And if the school thinks it’s Steve underneath, they won’t ask about you. I hope.” You grimaced.

You were obsessed with horror movies, everybody knew it. The kids even called you the master of horror since you made your goal to show them your favorite movies. And ever since Scream came out, you became obsessed with that movie. To the point it seemed obvious to you that you wanted the boys to dress up as Ghostface. Plus, it was the perfect diversion to help Eddie came to the party. As for you, you decided to go as a Camp Crystal Lake Counselor from Friday the 13rd. A costume that Eddie loved a lot.

“So, we did as I told you, right?” you asked Eddie while he was coming back in bed. He climbed on top of you, with his hair skimming your skin. “I’ll go take care of the kids and we met at high school.” You were following each of his movement, from the way he was licking his lips to the way his hand was slowly climbing from your hand to your shoulder.

“Humm, understood. But we still have some minutes for us, no?” a question he already knew the answer to. This explained why he didn’t wait and started to kiss you.

You didn’t meet again until you arrived at the party, a few hours later. Eddie was hiding to make sure he won’t put you in trouble for hanging with him. He watched you get out of the car in your costume. He never thought he would be this attracted to a camp counselor. But mostly, he was proud to see you help the kids like that. He can’t imagine how long it took you to make sure they were all dressed up perfectly as they wanted. And you respected each of their wishes. Lucas was Beetlejuice while Max was Lydia, which made Eddie rolled his eyes but think about a couple costume for the both of you for next time. Mike asked to be Freddy Krueger, which Eddie guessed you weren’t innocent in that choice, while Will chose to be Marty McFly. And he wasn’t surprised to see Eleven as Madonna.

The one that surprised him was Dustin. Because he was dressed as him. He couldn’t help having teary eyes when you arrived, while Steve was parking.

You had a huge smile on your face, excited to finally be there but your smile quickly dropped when you saw Eddie’s face. “What’s going on baby?” you asked immediately, taking his face between your hands which made him laugh. He brought his hands to put them on top of yours and you shivered at the contact of his cold rings on your skin. “I’m fine, love. I promised. I just didn’t except to see myself in a smaller size.”

You frowned before understanding what he meant. “Oh.” You smiled softly “You’re his hero, Eddie.”

“And you’re mine.” He replied, putting a little kiss on your nose right before Steve arrived. “Ready to be a villain, Harrington?” he winked at him.

You helped them put on their mask and their voice transformer. There was definitely something hot being surrounded by your favorite villain in two copies. “Two Ghostface for me.” You smiled, looking at them both and biting your lips. “Who’s Stu and who’s Billy?” you wondered and of course they started arguing, with their new voice and in their costume. No doubt you were living your favorite movie. You just had to pray you won’t be killed by them.

Just like you planned, Steve was going there with the kids, and you were bringing Eddie with you. And just like you hoped, Eddie just had to pretend he was Steve to get inside. He couldn’t speak and you couldn’t say how much he wanted to open his mouth and say scary things to people and dirty to you. Which is why you were laughing when you arrived near the school administrator. She looked at him with confusing and you tilted towards her. “Trust me, it wouldn’t be as fun if he was speaking.”

And now here you were, inside the Halloween party with the man that was forbidden there. Once you were in the room, Eddie brought you in his arms and spined around with you. “You did it!” he said in your ear, but you couldn’t help but laugh at this love demonstration. “I did, but this isn’t very Ghostface.” You laughed even harder when he put you down and crossed his arms. You heard him grunt to be in character. How could people not love that man like you did?

You looked at him watching the whole room, looking for the kids. And he didn’t take him long to notice his doppelgänger having fun with his friends. “I have something to do.” He started walking before coming back to you, taking you by the neck to make you look at him in the eyes… or where you thought his eyes were. “I’ll be right back to you, love.”

You had a lot of fun all night, switching between having fun with Steve and Eddie. You spend some time with the kids too, especially since the girls absolutely wanted to have a girl dance with you. You also spent some time with Nancy who wanted to know more about this idea of having two Ghostface with you. Not that she didn’t understand your plan, she was too clever to miss the idea.  

“I can take a picture of you with them two if you want.” She offered, showing the beautiful camera Johnathan bought her for her birthday. She was the official photographer for the night and well, it wouldn’t be too bad to miss the opportunity to immortalize that moment. “I’m just going to bring them here.” You told her before looking for Eddie. It wasn’t a surprise to see him hiding somewhere to scare people. You could swear some student thought he was an actor hired by the school for the party.

“Wanna be my new victim?” he asked when he saw you walking to him. You put your hand on his chest and looked scared. “Please don’t kill me mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” You started to bring your fingers closer to his neck before he put his hand on yours. “You better convince me later tonight.”

You took his hand to bring him to Nancy while Steve walked there at the same time. “Oh dude, it’s like watching myself in the mirror,” Eddie laughed, and it couldn’t be truer when they put themselves next you. Nancy was nice enough to take multiple pictures of you together, some more soft than others. Your favorite might be the one where Steve had his hand on your stomach and Eddie on your neck, both looking like they were ready to eat you right in the middle of this room.

You later learnt that not only did she take pictures there, but Nancy took more when you didn’t notice. She took one when Eddie was making you dance, with his hand holding yours tightly and making spinning around like he was a prince charming and not a villain. You remembered that moment when it seemed like there was nobody else in the room except for you two. And the photo pictured it perfectly, with everybody else being blurry.

But the party was so crazy that in the end, you didn’t spend that much time with Eddie. But you didn’t mind since he seemed to have so much fun with everyone there. After spending some time with Steve, to thank him for playing along when he didn’t want to come nor get dressed, you finally met Eddie’s again in the parking lot.

He was leaning against his car, without his mask and with his beautiful hair being wet resting on his back. He looked so tired, and you can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to be trapped under a mask for the whole night. And acting like a villain. Even tough, you could easily guess that he had too much fun doing this. “Here’s come my favorite person.” He said when he saw you walking to him. He put his hands on your back to bring you against his chest.

You stayed like that for almost two minutes, just enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s hand rubbing your back, his hair falling on your naked arms and your cheek against his heart, hearing it beating fast. You could hear some car door slamming and others students laughing but they all seem so far away. When the wind started to blow, you shivered against Eddie and started holding you closer. “That’s your fault for not wearing long sleeves.” He mumbled in your hair.

You looked up at him “don’t act like you didn’t love seeing me like this, Munson.”

“Oh, I did, and I still do. But I love you more when you’re not sick.” He replied, laughing.

Eddie let you go from his arms while he was opening his car to give you his jean jacket. You put it immediately, because you were indeed freezing but also because you always loved the feeling of his jacket on you. “Damn, you’re even hotter with my stuff on.” He had this smirk on his lips that made you want to kiss him desperately.

You looked around to make sure nobody was watching before taking his face between your hands and kiss him like you dreamt of doing all night long. He tasted like the drink the school had made for the party, something sweet and kinda sour at the same time. A perfect definition of Eddie, in some way: absolutely lovely and heady at the same time.

Eddie was then the one putting his hand on your cheek and started caressing it with so much love. “Thank you for finding a way to bring me here.” His voice was gentle, like he always did when he was opening his heart. Like he was taking his precautions that if you didn’t want him, he could always so that he didn’t say that, or you misunderstood him. You hoped that one day Eddie will definitely put his armor down for you. But you were not done fighting for this.

“I couldn’t imagine that night without you. Who would have scared those kids if you weren’t there?” you replied laughing, trying not to put too much pressure on the boys to speak with his heart. And Eddie laughed with you, with that little smile that meant he was really happy around you and wasn’t acting.

“No.” he ended up saying, putting a finger under your chin to make you look at him in the eyes. “I really meant it. Nobody ever fought for me like this. Most people would have said I deserved to not be invited. You didn’t, you made sure I could be there no matter the risks for you. I really, really, appreciate it love.”

You didn’t know what to reply to him, except that it was normal for you. Because you cared for Eddie and you couldn’t imagine someone looking at that boy and not understanding that he wasn’t the one people thought he was. You couldn’t imagine that there weren’t more people that tried to see past the character he was playing. You couldn’t imagine Eddie not feeling love, when you were ready to spend your life proving him, he was.

“It’s, nor…” you started to say, trying to make him understand but as always, Eddie stopped you by giving you a small kiss. He didn’t like having those kinds of conversation and he knew how to make you change your mind and forget about your thoughts.

“No. You’re just my superhero.” He replied, looking at you with pure love.

And if being a superhero meant making one of your favorite people in the world happy, then you would gladly accept this role for the rest of your life. Because Eddie’s smile was the best gift you could ever receive.

And because you knew that this man who spent most of his life pretending, he didn’t anybody in his life and was happy by himself, was deeply and madly in love with you. And would do anything to love you back.

So, maybe, Eddie was your superhero too.

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[neverwritewhatyouknow]

Results are in for poll #2

I’m honestly not too shocked by the answers that were given and, let’s just say relieved that others weren’t given is an understatement.

I figured the best way to respond would be to go one by one and explain more to help educate:

1. “I love the actress, no matter the role, so her taking a Jewish role was fine”

Unfortunately no matter how talented someone is, they can’t change their ethnicity on screen. It would be like saying that you love Angelina Jolie no matter what and it was fine that she played an Afro-Latino in Pearl, or if they had Tom Holland play a Latino character. Loving someone doesn’t make it okay to erase a minority.

2. “I didn’t know “Jewish” was an ethnicity and not just tied to a religion.”

This having a lot of votes didn’t surprise me at all. Jewish is very much an ethnicity, and actually there are a few different Jewish backgrounds. There’s Ashkenazic (Eastern Europe), Sephardic (Spain, Portugal, Italy, Turkey, Iberia), Mizrahi (Oriental), Ethiopia (and I’m assuming the rest of Africa?). So not only is Jewish itself an ethnicity, but further than that, depending on what Jewish background you have, everything could be different. Judaism is the religion and a Jew is a part of the ethnoreligion. Meaning that the two are intertwined. A Jew may not be religious, but they may keep traditions that are a part of the culture or they may do absolutely nothing and are still just as Jewish as someone who goes to services every week. You’re a part of a tiny little (but strong) tribe of people, being Jewish is literally in your blood (yes, that includes you converts, you have Jewish blood and soul too).

But the biggest reason why this answer doesn’t surprise me, is that on TV or in movies, Jewish characters are never allowed to just exist. It always has to be tied into a Jewish plot. Sometimes that’s playing them for a joke, other times they’re a WW2 victim, other times they’re extremely religious. Jews are so rarely ever shown just being people without the religious aspects tied in. So it’s not surprising that non-Jews don’t know that a lot of Jews aren’t even religious, hell there are a shit ton of Jews who are outspokenly Atheist but super duper Jewish. If films or shows had Jewish characters that didn’t have any sort of religious connection, it would show that Jews are more than a bagel, a Torah, a lawyer/doctor/banker, Orthodox, etc.

That’s why RWRB erasing a Jewish character who was accidentally an amazing example of a 22 year old explicitly Jewish girl who was just Jewish without being overtly religious in any way would’ve been groundbreaking.

3. “Other answer, I’ll explain more…” Please do!!

4. “I didn’t know “Jew-Face” and Jew-erasure in the media was a big deal.”

Sarah Silverman coined the term Jew-face to give a name to when a non-Jewish actor is cast to play a Jewish actor, based on their physical features. Take Rachel Sennott in Shiva Baby or Patti LuPone in like 5 different things. They’re both Italian. But the term has evolved to cover any non-Jew playing a Jew. Much like Black-face, Yellow-face, and Red-face, this is something that is clearly not okay. That’s why performers don’t do any of the latter 3 any more, yet because many don’t understand that Jewish is an ethnicity or why it’s bad to erase Jews, it continues. 9/10 a Jewish character you see on TV or in a movie isn’t a Jewish actor. Most of the Marvelous Mrs Maisel cast— not Jewish. Most of The Goldbergs cast— not Jewish. Most of the Transparent cast— Not Jewish. The new Spielberg movie— Not Jewish. You see what I’m getting at? There may be a few Jews here and there, mainly in comedies or just by happenstance that the actor was Jewish and they ran with it, but explicitly Jewish roles are normally always given to non-Jewish actors. That would never be the case with any other ethnicity in 2023.

5. “I like Nora being a POC and I didn’t know Jews could be Black (or any race).”

Another answer that really didn’t surprise me. This is because on TV and in movies 1: you rarely see any actual Jews, and 2: You definitely never see Jews of more diverse colors and backgrounds. Jews can be Asian, Black, Hispanic, literally anything you can imagine. Some by conversion, but a lotttttttt were just born Jewish. I don’t want to speak over any Jew of color, but I can make the likely true assumption that it probably fucking sucks for people to assume they aren’t Jewish simply because of what they look like. I’m grateful I was raised Reform, so I grew up surrounded by diverse Jews as far as the eye could see, but unfortunately since Jews are a minority anyway and Jews of color are only a small fraction of an already small fraction… It’s not shocking that people think they don’t exist. What RWRB could’ve done, if they wanted Nora to be played by an African-American actress, is they could have found a girl who was Jewish and Black. I promise, they exist.

6. “I understand that it’s wrong! Changing my mind! RWRB did something bad!”

Amazing! So glad! Please post about it or reblog any of my posts. What they did was really not okay and we can’t let this slide.

7. “I didn’t know the rest of the cast was accurately portraying their ethnicities.”

To the absolute best of my knowledge, every other actor cast in the film who has a character with a minority background is of that background. South East Asian playing South East Asian. Mexican-American playing Mexican-American. Etc. It seems that the only character not portrayed accurately is the only character with a Jewish ethnicity, and even if she wasn’t the only one, hopefully you understand why it would be wrong in any production.

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