#answering this so it can then go into the masterlist update Imma get to now fghdjs

[lavenoon]

Me, everytime I read a new chapter from you: maybe this time AO3 will let me leave more kudos

AO3: No

Me: >:(

Seriously though! I just read it and aaaahhhh, I love it! I love that Robin noticed how tense Sun was! And how even though now he is letting his suave side show, we maybe even get MORE of his soft side than we already had in canon, since he is trying to hide what's troubling him behind that wall of confidence and smooth talking. Good on Robin for not letting him get away with that!

He deserves to be reassured too. Moon did get the worse self doubt from the reveal because of Robin's initial hostility when they met and their comments of their coworker afterwards, but I can imagine that the rejection when Robin found out must have hit Sun very hard because up until now, his relationship with them had been nothing but friendliness even if there was some awkwardness.

Of course, this is not about him feeling like y/n still resents him, but he obviously resents himself about it all. His pride must have taken a hit, who knows how he's felt talking to any superiors that knew beforehand. And we do know that he is very proper about doing things the correct way, his personality makes it muvh easier to grab onto mistakes and not let them go for a long time.

I wonder what else there is to it too! I have my theories, but those are mostly vague speculation than anything so I'll just wait and see!

Ok, that's that about the character analysis.

Now, ahem, ahem.

ALL THAT FLIRTING THOUGH LFDKGHSLKG

Sun all hesitant at Robin's advances, but then goes ha! Uno reverse! and puts them in his lap fldskfklñjhgfs

And then that ending??? Hello??? SIR

Robin about to get ankle grabbed fr fr lgdkjglsk

*clears throat*

Anyways I'm very normal, yes

HEHEHE I've seen a post claiming I'll still get the mail for it? Let's see if that's true <3 But your extra kudos made it to me already from intent alone!

Sun mirrors certain insecurities that Y/N also suffers from, insecurities Moon simply cannot calm because he went through entirely different ones. The confidence in the job you do, the confidence in a friendship you are terrified to lose.

Because let's look back - Sun hears his neighbor is also the work rival he heard about. His performance already starts dropping and he gets reprimanded before Y/N finds out and hides from him. It only gets worse after that, and within two weeks, he has to wonder if he's actually good at his job and if he'll lose the one friendship he actually indulged in due to incompetence, and if not that will he lose it because of what he's hidden from them?

He gets reassured that they still care and want to get to know Dawn, too, but the hit to his confidence does not so easily recover. This also being around the time when the boys pick up contact with Eclipse more (and start feeling really conflicted about how they handled that before), and his mind is simply a mess. He's feeling like all the mistakes he racked up are now coming back to haunt him, and he has to fix them all now while also handling everything he handled before and more

And that, like you say, meets his need to follow the rules, of what's proper and done, and he's slacking and faced the consequences and that just proves that he has to follow these rules! He can't afford any more mistakes!

Moon notices, and can't get him out of that spiral, because he got reassured before already (though the hiding/ rejection stings, of course) and the most glaringly obvious mistake... Was the explosion, which he escaped a reprimand for on account of lost an arm.

Y/N also notices, but is very new to prying - they didn't communicate before not just because they're idiots, but because in all constellations prying is just not something they could afford. It's different now, but it still feels invasive, so they need the little push from Moon to decide that yes, actually, Sun will get to relax one way or another.

And so the day off is planned! And when just relaxing doesn't actually work, well, then Y/N will pry, and make sure he's not going anywhere for it <3

But when they do, and he starts internally panicking because oh no, they can't know about that. He already worries about how they see him, he can't admit to even more faults! So he tries to deflect with flirting, but Y/N is 1) stubborn and 2) oblivious to his intent, and it works! Because as soon as he sees that his approach isn't working, and actually making Y/N insecure and wanting to withdraw, he panics even more and just holds them there! <3

And then the flirting.... >:3c

Sun blanking at the head in his lap before hesitantly indulging and holding them there, and then much less hesitantly holding on to them when they try to leave. Growing bolder then, both with the hope to maybe deflect but also to keep them closer <3

(And also because I wanted some touch and it just fit so so well in this. I went a little wild)

(Same with the ending. I. hehe <3)

Five seconds don't do too much because they won't leave the house and Y/N will be far too giggly to actually try and get away once he's cornered them. They enjoy the chase too, and for them the only thing getting caught promises is more cuddles and fun with a friend, so there is no fear at all (rip reverse AU Dawn) <3

And, well, a couple months down the line a chase like that will not end as sweet, and those teeth and claws might just get put to actual use <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #LOOK LOOK I REMEMBERED THE READ MORE FHDJS #it's not even that long of an answer im just. making it a habit #you guys get “do you like the color of AU” so fucking often already #answering this so it can then go into the masterlist update Imma get to now fghdjs #but yes yes yes eats your thoughts all mine now hehe #Glad you enjoyed it!!

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

The Lair in the Woods: Part 7

A/N: I totally didn’t have to reread this series to remember where I was going with this or with the desperate hope I left clues for myself to jog my memory. Nope definitely not😅 Also, SORRY IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE MY LAST UPDATE💜

Warnings: swearing, inferences to flirting, reference to a near-death experience (freezing to death), reference to stalking/being stalked, teasing (or bullying depending on how you look at it. Imma call it ‘banter amongst enemies’), manipulative/power-play dynamics, minor self-depreciation

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Hero cursed the buzzing phone on their nightstand. With the blizzard coming down from the mountains, they knew it was going to be a long couple of days until the snow cleared and had been trying to get some sleep while they could, but alas, the universe had other plans for them. Barely awake, they slapped their hand down on their nightstand, grumbling to themselves as they patted around the hard surface for their phone.

Finding it, they blindly accepted the call and brought it to their ear, tucking themselves back into the warm cocoon of their blankets where they had shifted in their attempt to grab the wretched device.

“Hello,” they mumbled.

“I need a favor.” Hero’s eyes opened slowly at the quiet but commanding voice on the other end of the line. Brows furrowed, Hero debated whether or not they should hang up on the master criminal bold enough to call them personally.

“No, now goodni—”

“It involves a civilian, and I can’t help them.”

Hero hummed. Taking a deep breath, they forced themselves into a sitting position. Bringing their knees to their chest, Hero smirked. “Oh? What, did someone worse than you capture your lover or something and now you’re forced to come begging to me for hel—”

“No. It’s much simpler than that. The blizzard blew a civilian off-course and they ended up half-freezing to death before my henchmen found them on a patrol.”

Hero blew out a breath. Of course. Supervillain didn’t have it in them to love someone, obviously. “And now you’re holding them hostage until I do something for you. Look, I’d love to play your little game, but that blizzard’s coming my way next and I’d rather get some sleep than fall into your trap. Try Superhero instead. They’ve been rather bored lately.”

“For the love of god, you cynical bastard, listen. This civilian is being stalked and I think it’s a super behind it. That’s why they’re on this mountain at all.”

Hero paused as Supervillain’s words sank into their half-conscious mind. They blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh.’” Supervillain’s voice held an edge to it Hero hadn’t heard in a long time. “Here’s what I’m asking you for: poke around, see what you can find. My team and I can’t do anything until the roads clear, so I need you to be—”

“I’m not your sidekick, Supervillain,” Hero rolled their eyes, “Or one of your henchmen. You can’t order me around—”

“So you won’t help?”

Hero pinched the bridge of their nose. “I didn’t say that.”

At Hero’s words, there was a beat of silence before Supervillain said, “Thank you.”

Hero’s smirk returned. That was a first, for sure. Just who was this civilian, and what did they mean to Supervillain?

A long sigh sounded in their ear. “I can hear you thinking all the way over here. Don’t give yourself a headache, Hero. I actually need you to be useful.”

“I’ll help,” Hero said slowly, “but only if you answer one question: who’s the civilian?”

A second ticked by before Supervillain responded as if through clenched teeth. “Civilian Surname.”

Hero sagged in disappointment. The name didn’t ring any bells in their mind. “And here I was hoping for something scandalous, like a reporter or someone of note. So who are they to you?”

“A frightened mouse,” Supervillain sighed heavily. Hero narrowed their eyes in suspicion, dissecting what the master criminal had said for any hidden meaning, for a telling inflection in their voice, but their examination yielded them nothing. “I can’t even keep them calm. They’re terrified.”

“Well, yeah, being around an imposing, shapeshifting murderer will do that.” Hero leaned back against the wall at the head of their bed. “Though I suppose if they’re being stalked that wouldn’t help them any either. All right, I’ll start looking into it.”

“I’ll be in touch then.”

Hero didn’t even have time to respond before Supervillain disconnected the call. They were hoping to get another “thank you” out of them, but they supposed that was a once in a lifetime deal. Just who was Civilian Surname that their mere presence in the master criminal’s life had them asking for help? Supervillain was cunning, capable, but most of all, they were resourceful. They had a reach and influence no other villain had, and it plagued the caped community to no end, no matter the side you were on. Every one wanted to know how they did, and in Hero’s case, they wanted to bring them down. The information Supervillain was privy to, or allegedly privy to, was too dangerous for one single person to have—or for anyone to have at all.

And, the mere existence of such a compilation of data, shook them to their very core. If Supervillain knew where to look to get things like their phone number, what else did they know? And what were they doing with it? Were they selling parcels of information to other villains? Or were they taking their enemies down one by one just like they did with Other Superhero?

Hero shook their head. They didn’t have any answers to any of their questions, just as they hadn’t the slightest clue who Civilian Surname was. But they’d said they would help. Why they’d agreed, they didn’t know. They could’ve easily told Supervillain to piss off and poked around in secret, for Civilian’s sake, but instead they’d verbally agreed to help Supervillain.

Cursing themselves, Hero ran a hand through their hair. Sucking in a breath, they picked up their phone and tapped the shortcut they were looking for. The call barely rang before it was picked up, bringing a slight smile to their face as the familiar voice greeted them.

“It’s four in the morning, what do you want?”

“Good morning to you too, Detective. I miss you too, the weather’s been absolutely dreadful, hasn’t—”

“Hero, please,” Detective begged, their voice sounding utterly exhausted. A pang of guilt wormed its way through Hero’s heart. “I have three hours left of this god-awful shift, so please just get to the point.”

“Right, sorry,” Hero said sheepishly. “I got a call just now asking me to look into a stalker case?”

“That’s not my department.”

“I know, but I like working with you. Other Detective is such a—”

“Hero, the point,” Detective interrupted again.

“Right, the point,” Hero smiled softly. “I don’t know if they’ve filed a report or not, but could you check for anything involving a Civilian Surname for me? I mean anything, not just the stalker report.”

Detective sighed. Hero squeezed their eyes shut, knowing the reproach they were about to receive. “You know I can’t do that without cause. It’s unlawful. The best I can do is get you a copy of the report if you want to formerly adopt the case under Clause 71.”

“All right, fine, I’ll do that.” Hero tilted their head back. “I’ll file the paperwork as soon as the office opens. But, can you at least tell me if Civilian Surname rings any bells for you? You’ve been on the beat for a long time, so maybe you’ve had a run-in with them or there’s something that comes to mind about them.”

Hero counted their heartbeats in the silence that followed their question. They tapped their fingers against their thigh as they waited, knowing Detective was giving their question a careful consideration they gave to all their work.

“No,” they said at last. “I can’t think of anything. Maybe you should try public records just in case there’s something I don’t know about. It might not yield anything useful, but it’s something.”

“Ah, well if the paperwork goes through…” Hero trailed off, a mischievous smile playing at their lips.

Detective let out a soft laugh on the other end of the phone. “Yes, if the paperwork goes through, then I can look up Civilian Surname in our database, but you better have a cause for me!”

“Would a suspected association with a known criminal count?”

A pause. “What?”

“Would a suspected—”

“No I heard you, I just don’t know if I believe you. I thought you were asking about a stalker case?”

“I am, but the call I got…” Hero hesitated. They knew they could trust Detective, but how far did that really go? “It was from a less than reputable party, let’s say.”

“Hero,” Detective started, “are you mixed up in something?”

Hero turned the question around in their head for a moment before they answered honestly. “I don’t know yet, but I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“Good. I can’t lose my job, you know that.”

Another pang of guilt struck their heart. “I do. I’ll call my handler and tell them the whole thing before I file the paperwork.”

“Good. Well, if that’s all…I gotta go.”

“Yeah,” Hero said. “I should too. This blizzard looks like it’s going to be a bad one.”

“Speak for yourself, it might give me an easy day.”

Hero chuckled, “Goodnight, Detective.”

“Good morning, Hero.”

Hero disconnected the call, smiling like an idiot. It was always a pleasure conversing with Detective, though there were many reasons for that aside from their not-so-secret feelings for them. For one, Detective didn’t get all star-struck working with heroes, and secondly, they didn’t care that they had a dark sense of humor, and in fact, Hero preened, they seemed to like it as they’d often caught Detective hiding their smirks and laughter whenever Hero said something off-color at a crime scene they were working together.

They only hoped doing this favor for Supervillain—and actually agreeing to it—didn’t cost them both their jobs and their reputations.

At least there wasn’t anything in writing, Hero thought to themselves as their smile fell. Slipping back beneath the covers, Hero draped their arm over their eyes, knowing the premise of actually sleeping was long-gone at this point. Their mind was consumed by the events of the last several minutes. They might as well be Supervillain’s lackey now with how easily—and foolishly—they’d agreed to help them figure out Civilian Surname’s stalker problem.

But at least they had a plan, and a way to cover their tracks and make this whole ordeal a little more by-the-book.

First, they’d adopt the case and call their handler. Then they’d look into Civilian Surname, and finally, they’d take the case seriously and root out their stalker, if one even existed in the first place and this wasn’t some grand scheme of Supervillain’s to distract them while they did something truly destructive.

Hero grumbled under their breath. “You damn idiot.”

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[yukisnowywriting]

Prank Of Trust

Luke Pearce x fem!reader

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Genre : fluff and a little angst(?), some comfort maybe (?), a very questionable genre (?) crack

Warning : mentions of sexual harrasment/abuse, mentions of preganancy, mentions of cheating.

a/n : this was random ehehe...

summary : your friend is positivly pregnant and after she announced to her husband, she came to you to deliver the news AND the pregnancy test... but what if she forgot about the test, left it there, and then she told you to prank Luke?

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Why did you get in this mess... Your friend barged in yours and Lukes shared apartment to say shes pregnant with the test in her hand, tells you the story how she noticed it, selfied with you, updated her social media, and then left.... without noticing she left the important test results... and now your calling her on the phone, her answer? simple

"...WAIT I DID??? HAHAHHAH I DIDNT KNOW- wait Luke is living with you right??? HOW ABOUT YOU TRY TO PRANK HIM???HAHHAHA im so smart! dont worry about the results! ill explain that its all MY FAULT if it gets bad! hes supposed to be home in the night right? you just said that! ill get the test results tommoro-" as she was about to continue her 'beautiful idea' the door opens...

"im home~ y/n~ hehehe! It finished quickly this time! now more time to spend with you~" he comes in the apartment with a big cheerful smile.

and your just to stunned to speak while your friend say "goodluck imma mute and hear in silence! hhihihi!" and mutes her end on the call.

But now your just frozen and speechless of what you should do... you shouldnt do-

"hm? what are you doing?" Luke asks from behind you a few steps away from the door with an innocent face...

'well- im stupid! this prank should be fine~' you thought but you really dont know what to say as he takes slow steps closer and you standing there frozen.

"hey did you hear me? you okay?" he asks getting worried

and your worried too becuz you dont know how this is going to end, but still, you are STUPID and you want to see his reaction. but still your scared

"l-luke- I-i- " your stuttering so much that it doesnt sound like an act, BECUZ IT ISNT your scared (IM SCARED TOO), and now your hands are shaking too...

and then the test dropped "hm? you dropped something" he then bows down to pick it up, and examine it, but then he realizes what it is...

"what?" his face turns dark with emotions of nervousness, fear, and then a tinge of anger comes up.

"what is this? why do you have this? what happened? can you explain..." he says with a dark expression fuming anger but you could see sadness in his face.

"i- its not what you think-" he then grabs your shoulder, the test now on the table.

"who was it?" he stares in you dead serious

you were getting scared and panicked "i-its really not that! i wouldnt" you are actually quite pained now that you think the first conclusion was you cheating, you want to cry but then you feel him embrace you...

"w-what?" confused you throw him a question.

"im sorry... im sorry i couldnt do anything..." he says with a little crack in his voice as if hes trying to hold on to a cry

"what do you mean?" you ask confusingly

"i-im sorry you had to face that... can you tell me who did it? ill make sure theyll pay for what theyve done to you. We never did it, and you sometimes come home late these days, when and where did it happen? its ok, you dont have to tell me now-" "w-wait!" you cut him off

"h-huh?? im sorry did i say something wrong??" "n-no thats not it! i-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH" you hear a loud laughfrom your phone.

"s-sorry i couldnt hold it! you to are so cute! WTF??? cant believe my friends are so innocent!! rather than saying y/n cheated, you concluded that she was harrased! AAAAAAAAKH SO CUTE- I SWEAR I SHIP THIS. NOW get married." Your friend giggled while the victims of her 'creativity' are too frozen.

"w-wait? so what exactly happened?? i think i got something wrong..." Luke says confused.

"Ah! right! so heres the thing..." your friend then explains and right after her explanation, her husband called her so she ended the call.

you two exhaled a deep sigh after she ended the call.

"hehehehe i thought you were saying who did i cheat on you with..." you giggle remembering what happened

"hm?? why would you suggest that? ofc you wont do that to me, and plus i trust you sooo much! i wouldnt even think youd cheat on me! hm hm!" he huffs out

you giggled "ofc i wont do that! ive prepared aome snack and i planned a movie! so? want to have indoors date?" you grin at him

"of course i do!" he hugs you and picks you up, bringing you to the couch.

"thank you for trusting me so much, Luke. I love you" you say with a genuine smile as you gaze at his eyes.

"mhm, i love you too" he says before he captures your lips into a kiss full of affection.

'its real. the most comfortable place where i belong is definitely in your arm'

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Well this finished earlier than I expected, i guess I got fired up (ㆁωㆁ). Welp enjoy!

#fanfic #tears of themis fluff #tears of themis #tears of themis comfort #tears of themis fanfic #luke pearce #luke pearce x reader #luke pearce x y/n #luke pearce x you #luke pearce fanfic #fluff

[queenz-z]

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imma reveal one of my big sis mari plots

.. here it goes

okay so basically it’s with the end of hawkmoth battle

damian likes to go in the batcave and watch ladybug fights — it’s on live

he’s watching it and basically ladybug gets thrown into a building

though as she gets up her eyes turn green, so she quickly covers her eyes (ppl probably think the girl is crying) when she removes her eyes they’re back to being blue (eye contacts??? hmm 😟😏🤷🏾‍♀️)

so she’s now having an adrenaline rush and starts to literally punch hawkmoth and it’s revealed to be..

.. gabriel agreste

so ladybug being done with this she’s screams

“SAY SIKE RN SAY SIKE RN I KNEW IT” and she’s just like undermining herself, and like all that bc she thought it was gabriel a while ago bc of him owning the grimoire.

and she’s even worried of chat bc in this they had an accidental identity reveal

she screams “LUCKY CHARM” and gets a baseball bat (yes i thought of this genius i know.. if i wanted to be extra i would’ve said crowbar)

she immediately gets it snatched from her hand by chat and he’s beating gabriel with a baseball bat (crazy huh)

and then ladybug holds him back and is like “chat give me the baseball bat” he grudgingly gives it to her and she’s like SIKE I LIED YO PANCAKES IS DRY RESPECTFULLY (she didn’t say that i just wanted to say sike but like i was in the tiktok moment)

she snatched it and hits hawky with the baseball bat until he falls out of consciousness, and chat himself had to stop her

after that she gets Kaalki from her bug phone and uses her phone to get on a call

“yes.. i’ll be opening a portal for you. bye mother.” (😏)

and then the portal opened and ***** walks out in all glory..

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from across the screen Damian yells “MOTHER?”

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okay so talia comes out hugs her daughter and sends her guards to collect gabriel

yup he’s going to the league and he can’t escape sorry not sorry

and in this story mayura/nathalie spends 3 years in prison only bc she quit her job after she realizes gabriel had no intention of loving her, so she gave her miraculous to ladybug and helped her defeat hawky

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now after that all the reporters are in their faces

“ladybug who was that lady?”

“is she your mother?”

“is hawkmoth defeated?”

“what now happens to adrien agreste?”

then chat noir would be like no questions until

then ladybug would pass out (yes the dramatics) and chat noir would carry her.. 😏 bridal style to the dupain-cheng house

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now the dupain-chengs knew there was something up with her daughter

coming to school late, random excuses, rarely helping in the bakery

they were gonna talk to her about it until one night they hear

“TIKKI! SPOTS ON!” 🤦🏾‍♀️👩🏾‍🦯

from then on they knew not to worry

that was their marinette always helping people

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(i’m getting lazy guys 😟😟)

anyways ladynoir would sleep for two days in marinette’s bed

then she’s get a guardian sense to teleport to a specific coordinate which someone how lead to..

wayne manor??

(i can’t believe it? i would never expect to- okay i’ll stop lol 😹)

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Now everyone in the wayne family were having a forced family movie night hosted by Dick

Now Dick was coming back to the family room after fixing himself a bowl of cereal when suddenly he dropped it and a portal opened in front of him

“magic portal?! magic portal!!” dick shouted as two gorgeous looking couple came out

(just kidding cut out the gorgeous part 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ i was trying to say something that adrinette both have in common but like- nvm.)

the wayne members headed to where dick was with their weapons on them

it’s all silent until the woman with black-blue hair shouts “dami!!!”

she hugs dami goes on her tippy toes and ruffles his hair and baby talks him

“omg, you’re so big now!! you’re taller than me! wait- how old are you? wait- wait wait- what’s your measurements?”

she tries to get her sketchbook out until she remembers that she’s being a marinette

ohh.

oh.

“Hello. Um- I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, this is Adrien and I’m Damians-“ The woman starts, but is cut off with Damian mouthing and no, and shaking his head.

“Damian, you know I kind of have to or else they’re gonna think I’m evil or something.” Says Marinette

“Anyways i’m Damians older sister and i don’t even know how I got here- well i do, but i didn’t even know the address.” Marinette spoke.

“Yes I’m biological, yes i know who my father and mother are, and no i’m not being a bat.” Marinette said, quickly answering any question going to come.

“Anyways, just came here to say hi, and to give you this.” Marinette says, as she gets a gift bag out of thin air.

(I’m getting too lazy guys i’m gonna just summarize)

She hands him a gift bag. (Yes ik i already said that)

she’s says her goodbyes and adrinette leave from the same portal

everyone stares into space for a while, and then jason asks bruce

“Bruce, did even know about this?” Jason said exasperatedly.

Bruce looked completely out of it.

So they all went to Damian. (Next victim- oh i mean person.)

But Damian just walked to his room and locked the door.

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When Damian opened the bag.

There was a box.

When he opened the box. (i’m so annoying ik)

There were pictures of Marinette and Damian together.

-One with him being completely straight faced.

-One with Marinette hugging and kissing his cheek.

-One with Marinette dressing him up. (Fashion designer okay?)

-*you can make stuff up*

Damian quickly looked around. (Not trying to be caught in 4k i see, huh?)

and softly smiled before drifting off to sleep

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ty for sticking around with my crazy thoughts.

ngl it was wayy better in my head, and every time i said i’m getting lazy i kept going so ig i’m making progress.

bye besties ao3, and wattpad in my bio !!— though don’t expect any updates 😭🥸😃

#maribat #bio!dad bruce wayne #marinette wayne al ghul #mlb x dc #miraclous ladybug #adrinette #final battle #hawkmoth defeat #surprise??! #this definitely sounded way better in my head #the lack of motivation for myself is astronomical it is wayy to loud 🥸 #i’m definitely over using this 🥸 emoji

[littleferal]

A fandom positivity post

I missed out on fanfic writers appreciation day and was recently tagged in a post by @just-trying-to-survive-marvel that made me want to send a bit of love out there. So here’s a quick round up of some of my favourite people in this little corner of the internet 💙

Favourite Writers

@absurdthirst The sheer amount and level of content just blows my mind o.o there’s just too many good fics to tag so get yourselves into that masterlist

@damndamer0n I can’t even remember which fic I read first though it was probably the mando fic? But I can say her writing is so good I read outside of my fandom :’) + has been blessed with some fantastic narcos nonnies and i love reading those

@di-kut Took me tf out with her Ezra one shot Fairy Dust and then again with her Din Fic 🥺

@fleetwoodmactshirts The day Fleetwood posts her Selkie!Ezra AU is the day I die. Until I’m just suffering silently over her Ezra & Frankie content

@mandoplease I have not recovered from moving day and I don’t think I will anytime soon

@mylifeliterally I am still having thots about the team building series. Like what a beast of a fic to take on, I salute you for your work

@qveenbvtch The Queen of Javier Peña content but everything else she writes is 🔥 i do not know how i will process strike the match

@rzrcrst I am still thinking about those Ezra fics even if she’s moved onto different characters. trap is one of the stories imma think about for a long long time

@scribbledghost the wanderlust au lives permanently in my mind, i still want it made into an indie movie. neighbour whiskey!au is also such a comfort to me, bless your nonnies scribs! + another writer with an insane amount of content out there, i dunno how ya’ll do it

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Only Mine: Chapter 10: The Question

Summary: You want spend precious time with Natasha, who you haven’t seen in a while. Then an idea pops into your head, and Bucky is more than happy to oblige, before he asks you some important questions.

Warnings: implied smut, phone sex (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS) fluff, swearing, mafia AU

Word Count: 3551

A/N: I feel like I haven’t updated in forever, so sorry for that. Not too much is happening here, I’m more preparing my ground for what is about to come next. Hope you’ll enjoy it nevertheless. Tell me what you thought, you guys! I love this series so much, tbh xx

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It was not that you didn’t enjoy your time at the mansion. You surely did, but after a few days (because of course Bucky didn’t let you leave just like that when he had all things he needed at one place) you felt like you could use some alone time. Or, more specifically, time with your own friends.

Bucky acted as if he couldn’t speak English when you told him that you’d like somebody to drive you home and that somebody could presumably be anybody else but Brock. Even though he stayed clear of you the whole time you spent in the house, it didn’t mean you felt any better about the guy. You still remembered his sly comments, and it never ceased to make you shudder.

Bucky tried to list all the advantaged of you staying there with him, and although constant sex and not having to cook did sound pretty good, you knew you had to leave, one way, or the other. It was also the end of the weekend, and as much as you liked Bucky and spending some quality time with him, your boss would probably not be too happy about you not coming to work the next day.

But most of all, it felt like a century since you last saw Nat. You were used to be with her almost every single day, just sharing stupid stories from work, and having a laugh about the stupidity of some people. But because you spent so much time with Bucky, you just didn’t have the time for Natasha. And you were feeling like the worst friend in the world.

Bucky’s protests were loud and clear, but your resilience was stronger, and so it was Sunday afternoon, that you finally managed to make him budge, and he actually let you leave the mansion. Not without a long and very steamy goodbye though. He insisted it was either a hot shower sex, or you not leaving his house ever again, so…

It was Peter who drove you back, and even though Bucky wanted to accompany you, he had some pressing matters to attend to, and, to be quite frank, you didn’t mind one bit. You enjoyed your time spent with Peter, because he was just such a sweetheart, and you wanted to get to know him better.

“I don’t want to pester you, Peter, and if you don’t feel like answering my question, you totally can stay quiet,” you said, while his eyes were glued to the road, probably because Bucky told him that if there was a hair wrong on your hair when he next saw you, Peter would be responsible.

“I’m an open book, Y/N. Ask away!”

“Alright. I was curious, as to what such a sweet boy, and so young, on top of it, is doing with Bucky’s gang. I mean, sure, you’ve got the power, and I bet the money ain’t that bad either, but you seem so smart, and I just wondered what made you decide for this line of work, really,” you mused, and waited for his reply.

You knew you were being nosey, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

There was a silence in the car while Peter thought about his answer, and you didn’t rush him.

“Uhm, well, my uncle used to work for Bucky’s father, he used to be his accountant, and because he and my aunt May raised me, it was one of those things that were almost given, you know? I tried to go to university, but it just didn’t feel right. So I quit and asked Bucky if I could help him out, and he took me in. Also, I wanted to help May. She is an amazing woman and after losing my uncle, I just wanted to help her out a bit, you know? And going to university, that would just drain her completely, and I didn’t have the heart to do it.”

You listened to him intently, your heart tightening in your chest for him. You could see he was ok with his fate, but, somehow, you weren’t. You wanted more for this sweet kid, and even though you didn’t really know how to achieve that, you made a mental note to try and help him and his aunt so that he could pursue a better career. Or at least one where he wouldn’t have to face death almost every single month.

Before you knew it, Peter was pulling over in front of your building. The street lamps were already lit, the dim light they were emitting setting a warm feeling in your heart. The sun was down, and only a few orange and pink clouds were giving away the beauty of the previous day. You kissed Peter’s cheek, which even in the hardly lit car caused him to blush so hard you could actually see it, and you giggled slightly.

You bid him goodnight and getting out of the car, you pulled out your phone from your purse, dealing Bucky’s number. He made you promise to call him as soon as you got home, and you knew you would have caught hell weren’t you to call him immediately.

He picked up in seconds, and you had to laugh in your head. He was such a softie, even if he never admitted it.

“Already missing me, doll?”

You could almost see the smirk on his stupid face, and you shook your head, unlocking the front door.

“Oh, that’s how it is now, huh? I thought you wanted me to let you know, but I guess I was wrong, bye, Buck!” You hollered, even though you had no intention of hanging up on him.

“NO” Wait! I was just joking! I’m glad you called, doll, you know me. I was just teasing you, that’s all. I’m happy you’re home and safe. Was the ride ok, or should I take care of the youngling?”

“Don’t you even dare tell him anything, joke or not. He’s mortified of you, and I don’t wanna be the reason you’re making him uncomfortable. The ride was perfect, and you should be glad you have such a sweetie amongst your men!” You told him, imagining him rolling his eyes at your comments. He always did this when you talked to him about his line of business.

“Right, because it’s such an important trait for a mobster, to be a fucking sweetie. Imma have to remember that one when I hire more men. If you’re not a sweetie, you can’t fucking work for him. You wanna kill him? Sure, but do it sweetly.”

You snorted out a laugh just as you entered your apartment and breathed a sigh of relief. You missed this little place. Your little safe haven.

“You’re such a dork. I’m just saying that he can actually act human, not like I can say that about all of your guys,” you took a jab at Brock and Bob, but continued right afterwards, not wanting to give him a reason to get angry again.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go, I think me and Nat are gonna have a glass or five, and then we’ll go to sleep. Hope you have a good night, babe,” you almost whispered, walking further in the apartment and spotting Nat sitting on the sofa, smiling at you with two glasses of wine ready. How she knew you were coming, that was a mystery to you.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear what you said there! Be safe and text me when you wake up. Night!”

You wanted to laugh at him for being such an overprotective boyfriend, but he already hung up. Bucky couldn’t make a friendly phone call, and that was why you always rather either texted him or spoke to him in person. His telephone persona was just too stiff for you.

“Hey there, stranger! I almost thought you moved there and that I had to look for another roommate!” Nat smiled at you sheepishly, and you stuck your tongue out, which made her laugh.

“Not my fault my boyfriend wants me all to himself,” you said, shrugging your shoulders, and Nat had to roll her eyes at you.  

“Your boyfriend is a mafia boss, of course, he wants you to himself, babe! Anyway, how is life going in the mafia paradise, huh? He’s been treating you well, I hope. If not, I’m gonna go and kick his juicy ass!”

You wanted to take a sip of your wine, but Nat’s comment made you spit it out like a hippo, and your hand wasn’t fast enough to cover your mouth which made the white wine sprinkle everywhere on the sofa.

“You can’t say things like that! I could have drowned, for Christ’s sake! Anyway, a juicy ass, huh?” You smirked at her.

The rest of the night went similarly, you two were talking your hearts out about everything that has happened since you two had a proper girls’ evening. By the time it was 1AM, you were both giggling messes, slightly drunk but definitely happy.  

And it was in that state that an idea emerged in your brain. You bid Nat goodnight and went to your room, picking up your phone and dialling the only important number.

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Bucky was already asleep when his phone started vibrating next to his head. He wanted to ignore it, thinking it could wait till morning to deal with the world and with the person being so rude as to call him so late at night.

But when he saw who was calling him, he sat up straight and didn’t hesitate in picking up.

“Doll? What’s wrong? Where are you? Should I come for you?” He was distressed, just the mere thought of you being hurt made him want to vomit. He could gut a person with his bare hands, but he couldn’t stand the thought of you suffering.

He heard a little giggle escaping your mouth, and your heavy breathing and his brows furrowed.

“You could come alright if you know what I mean,” he heard you say seductively, and his face was now wearing a look of utter confusion.

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“What? Y/N? Are you- are you drunk, doll?” He asked, his hand on his face as he tried to breathe through his slight panic attack.

“Maybe, maybe not. But I miss you, James, and I thought we could have a little fun, what do you say?” You were whining, and before Bucky knew what was happening a strangled moan left your lips, and the sound went straight to his groin.

“Doll, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”  

“Depends. What do you think I’m doing, James?” The way his name rolled off your tongue would be enough to get him off. He loved it when you called his name, all sweaty, with puffed up lips, parted enough he could kiss you deeply whenever he liked.

He growled as a response, and he heard you moaning again. His dick was already standing proud, just the thought of you making it all excited and ready for action. Bucky sighed and lied down, keeping his sleeping pants on, just freeing his aching cock.

“You’re teasing me, Y/N, that’s what you’re doing. So stop it, and tell me exactly what you’re doing to that pretty pussy of yours.”

He could hear the sudden intake of breath on the other side of the line and had to smirk at your reaction. He could have you gasping even if he wasn’t there to perform his magic

Few seconds passed before you regained your composure and actually started talking. Bucky was just intently listening to the sounds leaving your mouth, imagining what you looked like at the moment, and each image his mind created was hotter than the previous one. But he knew no matter what he imagined, the reality was ten thousand times better, and he seriously hated himself for letting you go home. He could’ve been balls deep inside you by now.

“I’m picturing you with me, James, the way your beard scratches along under-boob, and the way you suck on my tits when you thrusting deep inside me, hitting all the right spots as you go,” you said quietly, and Bucky could tell you were biting your lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible. But because you were a screamer, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long.

Bucky would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by your little sighs and moans, and just the whole idea that you got drunk with your friend, and the thing you wanted to do at 1 AM in the morning was to call him and have phone sex with him.

“Yeah? And how does that feel, baby?” Bucky asked you, his voice strained from the effort of not coming right there and then.

“Oh, yeah! You feel amazing, James. So good and ohmygod… so sooo deep! Ooooh,” you were muttering and moaning, and Bucky couldn’t help it but let a moan of his own escape his lips. He could hear the whimper coming from your bed, and he swore under his breath. You would be his death, Bucky was sure of it.

The rest of the phone call was filled with both of you moaning and encouraging the other to speed up, to do it harder, and it 6 minutes, you were both hissing and groaning, coming together just as if you were actually sharing a bed.

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For a moment, all that could be heard on the line was panting, both of you trying to calm down your hearts, and come down from your bliss.

“Well,” Bucky said when he regained his composure, “that was something else, doll. You alright?”

He could hear your sighs, and he could only imagine the blissful expression on your face right now.

“‘M fine. Tired, but oh-so-good. I’m sorry if I woke you up, I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your voice indeed sounded exhausted, and while Bucky cleaned himself, he mumbled on the phone, grinning like an idiot.

“Never apologise for wanting to have sex with me, phone or not. And if I ever tell you to stop, or to quit it, please, just kill me. Go to sleep, Y/N. You’re going to work tomorrow, and you should get at least some rest before you do so.”

You just hummed, and Bucky was pretty positive you were already drifting off, tired and satisfied. He smiled at the phone and mumbled a low goodnight before he hung up and went off to sleep himself. And all he could dream off that night was you being curled against his side, safe and sound.

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The whole day was a nightmare. Not only did you have a slight hangover in the morning, and your head felt like it would burst into flames any minute, you also came a bit late to work, which didn’t help your situation at all. Not that your boss minded too much, but still. You hated it when you were late.

By the end of the day, you wished you could be at home, taking a hot bath with your favourite scented candle, and let the whole day disappear from your mind.

But, obviously, Bucky had different plans, when it came to your evening, because as you got out of the office, there he was, standing like a statue surrounded by his men.

Kate and the others looked like deers in headlights, just standing there, confused and slightly terrified, with their eyes looking like they’d fall out if they moved. You just nodded their way and rolled your eyes at Bucky and his dramatic entrance into your personal life. He just HAD to come there.

You could feel all the eyes on you as you walked towards the black SUV and the infamous man standing in front of it. Only Nat knew about your relationship, and you thought you’d have a bit more time keeping in secret. But obviously, Bucky’s plans differed from yours and oh boy, would he hear about that one!

You didn’t even spare him a look, giving a small smile to Peter and Sam who were next to Bucky and you got in the car, shutting the door right behind you. You crossed your arms in front of you, clenching your jaw.

You didn’t even know why you were this mad. At first, you thought it was because you didn’t want to be seen with Bucky, his reputation preceding him. But then you realised that you didn’t care about that anymore. Sure, he was a gangster and he, without a doubt, did some things you wouldn’t even want to know about, but when he was with you, and with people he cared about, he was this amazing guy who would do anything for his people. And that’s what you valued the most.

It was that he didn’t even tell you he’d come and very obviously show everybody who you were seeing. It was your privacy as well as his, and you hated that he just made this decision without consulting you.

When he finally got in the car, he immediately turned to you with his eyebrows raised. You huffed out a breath and turned to face the window, not ready to have this fight just yet.

“Would you share with me, what the hell was that all about? Don’t I fucking deserve a kiss, picking up my girlfriend from work? What you so pissed about?”

You didn’t even answer him, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his men. Sam may have been his best friend, and Peter was still a kid, but you knew better than to lecture him in front of them. You just shook your head and waited till you got to your apartment so you could have a civilised conversation with him, which you knew wouldn’t happen in the car.

When Peter pulled over in from of your building, you said your goodbyes to the two in front and nodded at Bucky to follow you. He didn’t even question you, probably curious and pissed as hell you were still not speaking to him.  

Once in the apartment, he followed you to your room, closing the door behind the two of you, and once again, raising his brows at you.

“You gonna tell me what’s got your panties twisted or should I fucking deduce it somehow?” He was pissed, alright.

You turned on your heel, facing him with a furious expression.

“Did I ask you to come and pick me up from work? Or did you just DEDUCE that was something I wanted and just fucking acted on it?”

His expression was blank, but you knew that a million thoughts were running through his mind.

“You still on about that bullshit that I’m not boyfriend material and people are gonna judge you? Thought we got over that! Thought you were ok with being my girl,” he raised his voice at you, and you flinched at his tone, but you weren’t about to be intimidated by him. No fucking way!

“And have you ever asked me to be your fucking girlfriend, when you’re running around like a macho, acting as if we were a solid item, huh?”

Bucky was stunned. He told you you were his, and all of that, but he never thought you’d actually want him to ask you to be his girlfriend.

He smirked and took a step closer, you taking one step back. You were not ready to make up just yet.

“I didn’t know it was required, doll. If only I knew, I would’ve asked a lot sooner! I told you you were my girl and you didn’t protest, so I took it you were fine with that. But if you’re not, fine. My beautiful, amazing Y/N, would you do me the honour and be my official girlfriend? Please?”  

Well, that please really did that for you. Bucky, and pleading, you wouldn’t get anything better out of him, anyway.

“Since you’re asking so nicely, James,” you accentuated his name and smirked at him, earning a chuckle from him.

“You can be so fucking difficult sometimes. Why didn’t you say so in the car?”

“I was worried we would actually fight and I didn’t want to undermine your authority in front of the guys,” you smiled sweetly at him, and let him pull you in a hug.

“I’d spank your cute ass if you did that! Oh, and I came because I had another question on my mind. Is it a good time to talk to you about something else, or are you still pissed at your boyfriend?”

You swatted his chest lightly.

“What is it, my amazing boyfriend?”

He kissed the crown of your head and pulled you even closer.

“My birthday is coming up, and we have this tradition, that always on my birthday we organise a ball in some specific theme so that we can gather around looking dope as fuck and having a lot of kinky sex. Which, I hope, will be with you this year,” he added quickly, seeing your face turning red.

“Would you come with me, as my date?”

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“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

Thanks for the ask Anon 😊

#86- "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

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Author's note: Well this is the last of the prompts and I am grateful to all of y'all and I hope you like it 😘

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Quinceañera

"Are you sure I'm looking okay?" Leah asked as she smoothened her sleeveless floral sundress which extended till her mid thigh as they walked up the porch.

"Sunshine, you have asked me this question exactly four times in the last 40 minutes and my answer remains unchanged. You look gorgeous, a true vision of beauty and I am greatful to have such a beautiful woman by my side." Ethan said he extended his hand for Leah.

Leah blushed and placed her hand in his and clasped their fingers.

"You also look amazing Ethan. The blue brings out your eyes." She said as they rang the bell to her cousin sister, Natalia's house.

"So Natalia is the eldest of your cousin's while you are the you best right?" Ethan asked.

"Yes. We are seven cousins including Liam and me. Our family has always been big on tradition. Natalia's eldest daughter, Amalia is turning fifteen and that's why we are having the quinceañera a.k.a transition from a girl to a woman."

"Okay. And Liam is 35 and is a Major General in the Marines, right?" Ethan asked, cross checking the facts. The need to impress her family was so important to him and he was kind of nervous.

"Yes. Ethan.. they are gonna love you. This have nothing to be worried about."

Ethan let out a tense breath as the door opened.

"Lele!" A bubbly woman screeched as she tackled Leah. Ethan's eyes widened and reached for her to prevent her from falling off but Leah held her ground.

"I missed you Natalia!"

"Oh I missed you too Lele! I haven't seen you since last year when we got drunk and spoke about that hot senior Doctor Ram-" she was rambling before she saw Ethan standing there with an amused smile.

"Oh please! Don't stop because of me. Please continue about this 'hot doctor'." Ethan said.

Leah elbowed him and realization dawned on Natalia. "Ohhhh! This is him? Man, Lele you have refined tastes." Natalia said before turning to Ethan with a contagious smile.

"Hello! Welcome! Please come in. But, let me warn you, it's a mess. Lele, I hope you and your man can help me before others come in."

"Of course sis! Thus is gonna be the best quinceañera ever!"

"Okay! And Amalia!! You can't wear a dress which shows your teta!!"

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"Twenty one... Twenty two... Twenty three" Ethan counted the styrofoam plates which were precariously balanced on the edge of the table.

"Babe." Leah said as looked to her side. She had already finished her tasks and was slowly loosing her brain cells waiting.

"Twenty five... Twenty six.."

"Baabbbeeee. I'm bored." She whined, trying to get his attention.

"... Twenty eight..."

Leah bent and kissed the edge of his mouth. He stilled for a moment before continuing his counting, a little distracted.

"...thirty... Thirty one.."

She angled her head so that she could trail hot kisses along his jaw. She then proceeded to catch his earlobe in her teeth and tugged it.

Oh lord give me the strength. Ethan thought mentally, as he slowly started going crazy.

"Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!" He hissed.

"Okay." She pulled back and gave an angelic smile.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "You are so going to get it."

"Hopefully." She replied cheekily.

"CORPORAL WHERE ARE YOU?!" A deep voice boomed through the house.

"Sergeant?" Leah said with her eyes widened. She turned around to see her brother.

"Come here dum-dum." Liam stretched his arms as Leah squealed and tackled him.

"You are here!"

"Yes sis or otherwise you are smoking some dope shit and having crazy hallucinations."

"You are still an asshole, sarge." She slapped his arm.

"I will take that as a compliment, corporal. Now where is your boyfriend? He and me are going to have a nice chat."

"Shh be nice." Ethan got up to his full height and the two men analysed each other. Leah just held her breath.

"I'm Major General Liam Garcia. Nice to meet you Dr. Ramsey." He said as he stretched his hand ahead.

"Nice to meet you Major. I have heard a lot of stories about you." Ethan spoke as he shook his hand.

"Really? Knowing Lele, she would have said dumb stuff about me... How about I hook you up with some of her embarassing stories?"

Leah gasped. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me sis. So Ethan, wanna know about the time Leah dyed her hair neon pink?"

"Definitely." Ethan grinned as they sat on the couch.

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Spanish music was playing through the speakers as the family was laughing and drinking in the backyard. Leah sat on the two seater swing and just took in the sight of her family, a soft smile playing in her lips.

"Hey sunshine." Ethan said as he sat next to her, with... Sangria?

"Didn't know sangria was your style."

"Well mama Debbie can be real persuasive." Ethan said as he took a sip of the beverage.

"Liam and me are going to be good friends.."

"Yeah, that's because you bonded over how hilarious my goth phase was." Leah grumbled as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Ethan threw his head back and laughed, wrapping and arm around her. "Admit it sunshine... It was a little funny."

Leah couldn't help but smile at the way Ethan was care free. "Okay.. a little."

"Corporal?"

Leah looked up and saw her dad approaching her. "Hey Captain! Any orders for the day?" Leah joked as she stood up and hugged her father tightly.

Ray returned the hug with double the intensity. "Nope. Just enjoy yourself mija."

"Papa, I would like you to meet my boyfriend, Dr. Ethan Ramsey." Ethan stood up, his back ramrod straight.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"Na... You can call me Ray. Welcome to the family, son." He reached and hugged him and Ethan was shell shocked.

"Yes Ray."

"All that matters to me is my mija's happiness. If you break her heart, I will break your face."

"Good thing Ray that I don't plan on doing that anytime soon. I am going to be around for a long time."

Ray threw his head back and laughed. "That's good, Ethan. Why don't you, seargent, corporal and me sit down for dinner and a couple of beers? I have a few steaks in the freezer and I always love a good reason to fire up the barbeque."

"Sure Ray. Enjoy the party."

"You too Ethan."

Ray walked away as the couple got comfortable in the swing.

"Did you really mean it that you are gonna be with me for the long haul?" Leah asked as she snuggled against him.

"Obviously sunshine. I love you and I would like to stay by your side till the end of time."

"Me too Ethan... Me too."

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I will be posting the prompt masterlist as well as me main updated masterlist so that if you guys missed out, you can read them up :))

Also imma go and lie down 😓😞

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[sakura-kc]

The 4pm Bookstack

Chapter 2: What is a Grinch?

“This place looks crappy.” YN stood in front of the abandoned library. The window were covered with planks of wood that looked like they would turn to dust with a single touch. YN was not going to lie, she was afraid that if she even breathed in the building general direction the whole place would collapse on to itself.

“Remember to not start anything. Let me do all of the talking.” Jun opened the rusty door to the see rows and rows of bookshelves. Spiderweb filled the place, though there were signs that someone had been here. “Oh? Spiderwebs? You know what that means.” YN nudged Jun’s shoulder. Jun tried not to show it but she was extremely terrified that there could be spiders here or even worse.

“W-whatever, let’s get going.” YN decided to walk in front of her assistant to move the webs out of the way and to lower the chance of a spider jumping onto Jun.

“So where’s the client?” YN stomped on every spider that came in near them. Jun checked her phone to find the answer to her partner’s question. “They said that they’ll be in staff room.” YN looked around to in the room, “and where is that?”

“I’ll text them. They seem to be a fast at responding so we’ll at most have to wait a minute.” YN wondered around the library and looked at the books. There were many on the shelves, unfortunately they seemed to be mixed up because some nonfiction books and mangas were found in poetry section. “Say, Jun, do you know when this library was abandoned?”

“I think it was ten years ago, why?” YN took one of the books out. “These books seemed pretty old but...” YN showed Jun a children’s book with ducks on the cover, “why do kid’s book have yellow fully grown ducks in their books? Like, adult ducks aren’t yellow.”

“That’s very common in kid’s books... wait, have you never seen that?!” Jun questioned the 21-year-old woman. “No, I didn’t read any kid’s books growing up. I pretty much just trained every hour of the day.” Jun gasped, these were the few times when Jun let her true personality peek out at work. “So you’re saying that you’ve never read The Rainbow Fish!?”

YN shook her head. “Not even one Dr. Seuss book. Green Eggs And Ham? The Cat In The Hat? How The Grinch Stole Christmas!?” Yet again YN shook her head. “I have no idea what a Grinch is.”

“Jesus Christ... and I thought I lived under a rock.” YN puffed her cheeks in response, “HEY! Sorry I didn’t have a proper childhood. I just didn’t have that much free time back then, okay? And even if I did have some, I would read these informational books that Natsuo would give me.”

“Natsuo is The Boss’ husband, correct?” Jun was still typing away on her phone. “Yup, he’s in charge of the lesser families and since there’s so many of them, he doesn’t get seen by many people in the higher ranked families.” YN twirled and poked her cheek, “but of course I get to see him often and we usually have nice talks.”

“You seem to be closer with him than The Boss.” YN looked at Jun with a tired expression. “Hoshi and I have a strained relationship, she was supposed to be a mentor/mother figure for me but she failed at that. Natsuo is probably the closest that I’ll get to a parental figure.”

“Oh I see.” Was all that Jun could say. YN sat down and started to stack some books to pass the time. A good ten minutes passed by and it seemed that YN had stacked all of the books across the library. “YN, why the hell did you do this?”

“Why not. Hey, any update on the guy, you DID say that he was a fast responder.” Jun looked at her phone with anger in her eyes, “this guy is making me look like a damn liar.”

BOOM

“Did you hear that?” YN grew warry from the sudden sound. “Yes, I think it came from over there.” Jun pointed to west side of the library. “Your ears are as good as a cat’s. One of the many traits of the former Nekoma family member.” YN gushed about Jun’s excellent hearing ability that she picked up over her years in the mafia.

“Oh shut it. I’m still a Black Cat member at heart, this promotion The Boss gave me changes nothing now let’s get going.” Jun and YN rushed towards the sound. They found a door with the words “Staff Only” written on it. “I think we found the place we’ve been looking for.” Jun opened the door to see a unconscious man (no more than 40 years old) tied up in the corner of the room.

“Isn’t that the guy that we were supposed to meetup with?”

“Yup.”

Jun was about to step foot in the room until YN saw something shining in the corner of her eye. “Wait!” YN pulled her comrade back in the spilt moment. A bullet grazed YN’s ear, leaving a tiny cut. A shadow ran out of the room while the women were down.

“Jun, you stay here while I go after the guy!” Jun didn’t have time to respond because YN was already running after the mysterious person.

YN ran like there was no tomorrow. Rule number one in the mafia is if someone tries to shoot at you, shoot back. YN got her gun from it’s holster and began shooting at the figure. “I don’t need to necessarily shoot him down I just need to restrict his movements... but if I land a shot on him then that would help too.”

The figure got to the area in the library where YN stacked all the books and instinctually tried to avoid all of them. ”It’s great that humans naturally avoid messing up stacks. Those bookstacks will slow him down big time.” The culprit was near the entrance door, they were so close to opening it and escaping until...

BANG

YN had shot the figure in the arm. They looked at their bloodied limb before looking at YN in her eyes. YN finally had a clear picture of them. They were a male with red spiked up hair (probably in his very early 20’s) he had a bag in his other hand, what was in it? Who knows but for all YN knew, it could be a bomb that can blow this whole place to smithereens so she wasn’t taking any chances.

“I’m going to ask you one time, and one time only, come with me calmly and without resistance.” YN pointed the gun to the man. He only chuckled at her commands. It weirded YN out, nobody laughed at her when they were in this kind of situation. What is wrong with this guy?

“Do you think that I don’t know that your gun is empty.” YN’s eyes widen, she pulled back the trigger for nothing to come out. “How-“ The man took this moment as a chance to run out the door. “Wait!” YN proceeded to trip on one of her many bookstacks.

“YN!” Jun ran up to the fallen girl and helped her up. “I’m guessing they got away?” YN shamefully nodded her head. “But you did shoot them right?” YN pointed at the pool of blood at the entrance to answer Jun’s question.

“That’s good, at least we can get their DNA and deal with them later.” Jun patted YN on her shoulder. “Also I have a feeling that you knew someone else was here too, YN.”

“Of course there was some clues such as the our client not responding and that children’s book.” Jun look at YN with a confused look on her face. “How does that children’s book have to do with this?”

“You said that this place closed down ten years ago but that book said that it was published a few months ago. Why would a new book go to an already broken down library?” YN seem kind of frustrated, it was only natural. This was the first time in a while that someone got away from her.

“I’ll call the car over so we can get your ear patched up, okay?” Jun began to dial their driver’s number. YN didn’t answer. All she could think about was that man.

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Tidbit #2- Jun is known for being extremely good at her job but her only downfall is her high fear of spiders.

Tidbit #3- Jun isn’t officially YN’s assistant. It’s just that whenever Jun got promoted to being YN’s partner, YN’s decided to dump all of her paperwork and scheduling onto her.

A/N: I was planning to publish this tomorrow but hey it’s Mother’s Day so imma pull a YN and say “why not.”

Taglist: @drainedjaz @issalilmessy

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[crowsent]

👶,⭐,💘, and💻. Love you!!

thank you for ask anon! writer ask game is here if yall wanna send in something. still taking asks for these btw

👶- advice for new writers =

yall this is hella fucking generic but PRACTISE. theres a reason almost literally every writer on tumblr gives the advise of “practise practise practise” and that reason is it works. practise doesnt mean ‘oh just write bc youll automatically get better over time’ it means ‘write bc if you dont, you wont figure out what you need to improve.’ did yall know that i literally had no sentence variation in the past? i started every sentence with [character name] or [character pronoun] and i didnt realise until i was 15/16 and i only realised bc i started writing a lot.

i think there’s a fear of failure with new writers. there’s this lingering doubt of  “what if its not good?” and boy howdy i will answer that question right fucking now. it wont be good. when i compare my current work to my earlier work, my earlier work sucked fucking shit. i spelled soldier with a fucking ‘j’ and i had no idea what the hell a point of view was. and thats okay. whoever tells you that youre going to perfect writing is a fucking liar. there is no perfecting writing. 20 years from now, imma look at the writing from today and im gonna think it sucks shit. writing is a process. its a craft. you get better and better over time and the way you get better is by experimenting w different styles, different genres, different ways of writing.

and the only way you can experiment and improve is through practise. in video games, especially rpgs (which are my favourite kind of video games), you struggle in the early game. youre at a low level, you dont have good equipment, you have a hard time moving to the next area. but the only way you progress is by grinding, gaining levels, and getting stronger. same w writing. if youre a level 1 writer, just starting out, no idea what to do, just experiment. fuck around a bit. write crackships, write rarepairs, write niche self-indulgent reader/character fics. at the end of the day, you should write for yourself. its good and cool if other people like your stuff and validate all your hard work, but at the end of the day, the one who should enjoy your writing the most is yourself.

you WILL mess up and you WILL struggle, but thats the only way you can improve. i struggle with pacing the most. still do. but others might have pacing down pat and struggle instead with word choice or pov or something else. cant figure out where you need to improve if you dont write, so just practise and worry about all the fine print later

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration? =

this is definitely not universal, but i just sit on my bed, close my eyes, and meditate. cycle through all my emotions and thoughts and filter them out. then i just toss everything out the damn window. like. id just meditate for a while, focus on breathing, on experiencing the present, picture a field and a tree and myself and breathe. thoughts fly by and i let them happen but dont focus on it.

meditating gives me some semblance of emotional control bc i normally have none, and it gives me kind of this space. this safe space that only exists for me and me alone. so i use that space to let the world drift away. just me and my thoughts and sometimes, those thoughts end up being good writing ideas. but i usually meditate for a set amount of time. like 15 minutes or 30 minutes so i dont write until i finish meditating.

then when i get out of my headspace, i open up my laptop and see what i remember. thinking too hard about something causes it to muddy up. same with art. in digital art, artists flip the canvas to refresh their eyes, see if there’s anything weird or wonky about the illustration that they normally dont see bc theyve gotten used to it. flipping the canvas is like giving our eyes a jumpstart and lets us see what we could do better. in traditional art, its turning the canvas this way and that or repositioning yourself. meditating is like that. a break. a cleanse. a kind of pause where you dont think about anything and just try to process what you already have. you relax and kind of let yourself float down a river of thoughts and sometimes, a fish would jump out of that river and youd go “hey, thats a good idea. i should try that” so when you get out of the river, youre refreshed and ready to go.

same principle with showers. more ideas come to you in the shower when you dont have anything to write with bc youre not thinking about it. youre not focusing on finding inspiration or motivation so ideas naturally flow through you. you know that feeling when you want to do x then someone comes along and says “hey you should do x” and suddenly all motivation to do x leaves? same w your brain. focus too much on “i should be writing” or “i want inspiration” and its never gonna come. just let things happen. at least, thats how i do it. some people might get inspiration by reading or watching tv. everyones different so if thats not what works out for you, dont feel pressured to try my method

💘- what’s your favorite AU? Least favorite? =

magic au. specifically fantasy au set in like a pre-modern era. shows like avatar where theres all this magic and fantastical beasts and so on and so forth. semi-modern like six of crows and nevernight are great too. i want that magic to be woven into people’s lives. harry potter is okay but there’s like this separation between magic and muggle. there’s this feeling of “magic” but like as a tool. like a spoon or a gun or a shovel. i want magic au’s that are INTEGRATED with the world its set in.

like in atla, earth kingdom people have trains they move with bending while fire nation people have machines powered by heat and steam. both correspond to their bending and makes sense for the world they live in. but if your plot is like harry potter and its less worldbuilding and more action, then there’s this book series called seasons rising (read it. so good) where there’s a bunch of spells but the spells have character. the people using the spells GIVE it character and it feels much more intimate. pokemon does the whole fantasy mixed w reality better. give two trainers the exact same pokemon and by the time that pokemon reaches lvl 50, its gonna have a different moveset, different fight style, etc bc it was shaped by the world and people around it. i like harry potter but tbh it could have been so much better

for the least favourite au, it’s A/B/O i dont like the whole “omegas are only good for breeding hurr durr” and “alphas are violent and aggressive and cant control themselves around omegas” thing and it squicks me out. major squick. i read the original harry potter squick (THAT one. yeah. you know the one) and i still hate a/b/o more. i get why people like it, and there are one or two fics set in a/b/o au that i enjoy reading, but as a whole, i severely dislike a/b/o fics.

the themes are squick, the character dynamics get so messed up, and shipping dynamics (bc a/b/o fics usually have shipping) just get so blown out of proportion. there are so many a/b/o fics that turn ooc or the character interpretations radically change or something else. no hate against a/b/o fans bc yall are amazing for writing/drawing yalls au. there are things that you can only do in this setting and exploring those things can be incredibly fun for people, but for me personally, its not an au i like to visit.

💻- three works of yours that are must reads =

i. dont know what fandom youre in anon or your genre preferences. so ill just rec you one fic for a different fandom each with kind of different genres. ts masterlist is on my side @hufflepuff-deceit and regular fanfic masterlist is on my writing blog @crownonymous 

(BNHA) Viper. its my first serious attempt at fanfic in YEARS and its my baby. currently has 7 chapters, i havent updated it in a while bc im hyperfocused on ts rn, but i love it to bits. its just all of my fav bnha fics crammed into one fic. quirkless kind of villain izuku with stain as a mentor as they work together to bring light to the injustices of hero society and where bakugos bullying has visible and long-lasting repercussions? sign me the fuck up. you can read it on ao3 HERE bc its not on tumblr. kind of fast-paced, has a lot more action scenes than anything else ive written. heavy plot-wise but has a lot of humour and comedy to break things up

(Kimetsu no Yaiba) I Pray To God He Hears You. not related to my other kny fic oleander which is a multichap retelling au. iptghhy is a standalone one-shot and kind of a character study on one giyuu tomioka. i love him so much. giyuu is my baby and i adore him. so of course i wrote a sad fic focusing on him. well technically, the fic focuses on giyuu AND his relationships.  SPOILERS for chapters 130 and 131 of the manga. focuses mostly on giyuu and sabito, but there’s a fair bit of giyuu and tanjiro and urokodaki.  you can read it HERE bc this is also not on tumblr. also deals with heavy things but more emotion-wise since it doesnt have that much of a plot. loss. grief. moving on. survivors guilt. that kind of stuff.  very sad. hurt but with comfort, especially at the end.

(Sanders Sides) Logan’s Birthday Fic: Logicality. just what the title says. i wrote 5 different fics and published them all on logans bday but the logicality one received the most feedback and honestly? the cutest of the bunch. its gonna be crossposted onto ao3 but for now, you can read it HERE on my ts sideblog. theres no plot since its literally just domestic and relationship fluff. and puns. patton is in the fic, theres gonna be puns. nothing but good things and warm feelings bc logan deserves it.

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thank you so much for such interesting asks anon! i enjoyed answering these. have a lovely day!

#crowsas answers #kny #bnha #sanders sides

[buckisthatyou]

More Than This - 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1075

Summary: Sleeping with Bucky Barnes is a mistake as he does not know your true feelings for him and now he is dating Natasha.

Warning: Angst

Author notes: This is the new edit because I did say about deleting the old part when i figured how to write again (tho this one is not like any better than before at least i satisfied and like this version better) so enjoy fellas and have a good day. 

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Stepping out of your house with this heavy feeling inside his heart and thousands of unanswered questions in his mind is the last thing he wants. In fact, this is the last thing he expected to happen. He thought he could finally talk to you, sort things out but you shut him out. You send him off. Bucky sighs, not knowing what he supposed to do to get you back, to fix things with you. Everything is so unclear and confusing.

As he arrives at the tower, Bucky is being greeted by Steve who is sitting in the common room with Star Wars on the TV.

“Hey Buck. How was it?” his best pal asks for an update from his ‘talk’ with you.

“It doesn’t work out. She threw me off” Bucky shoulder slumps as he takes a sit next to the American heartthrob.

Bucky remembers the details of him encountered you which doesn’t turn out really good. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the oxygen hoping it helps to calm him down and clear his already messed up mind.

Steve pauses the movie and turns to look at his Bucky, hand patting the other super soldier’s back, “Just give her some more time, Buck. She’ll come back to you” Steve tries to comfort Bucky who is now devastated with how things turn out. One time you two are the best pair and the next you act like you two don’t share any sweet memories together.

“Yeah. I hope so. God, it is frustrating not knowing why the hell she is so distant, Steve” the metal armed man has his hands over his face, venting to his trusted friend. ‘Did I do something wrong? Did I say something hurtful? Where the hell things went wrong?”

Steve shakes his head not knowing the answer to all the questions Bucky has asked. “I don’t know Buck. But I’m sure you two are going to work it out. Just be patience and give her some time and space.”

Both of the men fall into a complete silence for a few seconds before Steve starts to play the movie again and leaves Bucky alone with his wild thoughts. Face scrunched, thinking and plotting on the plan to get you back into his life. He needs you in his life, that’s for sure.

“Buck”

Bucky startles once he feels the big hand of Steve on his shoulder, cocking his eyebrows to the blonde man, silently asking for the intention of his action.

“Your girl is safe and she is coming back home in two days. Said she tried to call you but couldn’t.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, Steve. My phone died so I don’t receive anything from anyone.”

With his blue eyes fixed on the sci-fi movie, Steve just hums, acknowledging Bucky’s explanation. Noticing the focus is no longer on him, Bucky stands up, excusing himself “Imma hit the bed now. Don’t stay up too long, buddy. G’night” Bucky receives another hum from Steve.

Walking back to his room, his mind still thinking of you. The look on your face when you call him James, to see you cry in front of him, when you avoid his touch. It drives him crazy thinking how you are just disgusted with him. He sighs again. It is a really hard and long day for James Buchanan Barnes.

Bucky places his phone on the nightstand, charging the smartphone before he strips himself to get into the shower. A hot shower to relax the tension in his muscles. He remembers when you had set up a hot bath for him.

“It’ll relax your muscles, Bucky.” you said while you went searching for extra towel for him while he stripped off from his dirty clothes. He remembers the smell of lavender in the bathroom of yours. “I love the smell of that lavender, y/n” Bucky commented once you came back to put the towel on the countertop and pick his clothes. “It is calming isn’t it?” you said with a soft smile, happy to see the man in your bathtub was enjoying himself after a mission.  And in the same week, you gave him a surprise gift, a set of lavender essential oil. “In case I wasn’t available to take care of you. You can have your own therapy bath time of your own”

He smiles thinking of how sweet and kind you are to him. He doesn’t deserve you. You are just too good for a broken man like him. He closes his eyes once the hot water hits his head. It feels damn good after a long day. He just lets the water runs down his body as he is standing under the shower, enjoying the warm.

Once he is done cleaning himself up, he straight away goes to his bed and falls asleep despite there are lots of things going on in his mind.

The morning after, he wakes up with a loud knock on his door. Grunting and cursing under his breath because whoever the person is outside his room is interrupting his peaceful and dreamless sleep.

“What do you want early in the morning?” he opens the door with annoyance only to be shocked to see the person before him.

“Hi baby. Rough night?” Natasha is standing in front of him with a smile on her perfect face.

“Nat? I thought you..? Steve said..” he is at lost of words seeing his girlfriend, greeting him early in the morning.

“I know but I wanna surprise you, so, surprise James” she giggles while she makes her best expression of a magician on a stage revealing one of his classic move.

“I must say I’m surprised, doll” he says as he grabs the redhead by the waist and hugs her close.

“I missed you” he snuggles his face in her neck, taking her sweet scent.

“Well I missed you too, James”

“Would you care if I show you how much I missed you, doll?” Bucky says with a suggestive smirk on his face.

“Oh I would love to see how much you really missed me, James Barnes” Natasha whispers playfully in his ear while running her hands over his toned chest.

He kisses her immediately and passionately once she gives him the permission to have her. Closing the door, Bucky carries his girl to the bed, ready to pleasure her and taking off his mind after a few bad days he has faced.

Part 3

Tagging: @mizz-kraziii @lovely-geek @queenoftrash97 @fran-writes @amindfulloffanfictions

#angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes #sebastian stan

[dearmumnopeeking]

Dear marnshun,

Its year 4.

Since ya left us.

Sorry for the late message.

Im just resting today. I decided to skip work.

For 2 days.

I watched some anime, satisfied my ghost hunt cravings.

I watched some new stuff too.

Its been 4 years. Papa and mummy are still trying hard bitch.

Sorry i didnt mean that ... we always miss ya but times have been hard.

Papa recently kinda lost his job.. or the term they used was "no classes this sem" for now.

He seems out of sorts and wanderless sometimes just watching dramas to pass time.

Mummy is super busy as crap. So covid is trying to kill both mummy and i with work.

The people don know how hard it is now as a public servant.... more like slave for mummy.

Me i deal with super ass shits who fucking litter and just can't stop so they pay the price.

I am gonna quit soon mainly cause of the work load, secondly cause of studies, and lastly cause i wanna work at the zoo.

Theres an opening and the position is for education executive.

Im down for that.

Im not down for anymore enforcement shit.. though satisfying and really important, i just feel super drained from all the work and other work load to come cause they refuse to hire more people to help out.

The job makes me feel so degraded like how come i cant finish and there is like no one to double check for me, more so when people/my manager throws me random shit to check for her while im rushing my own stuff.

Sorry to rant but you've been gone for 4 years and im still stuck here so hear me out bro.

Dude. Ive been rushing out the rescheduling shit for them and not once have i asked them for help cause they are like "sooo" busy... yet my manager just expects me to draft like a template for them or for the next person to take over when im drowning already.

I told her. Im fucking tired. I told her i try. But i did not accept all the fucking work from both of them.

The Director is right. They should rethink the job allocation cause it sucks.

I would like to see her try my job scope for once. Cause for the summons all she does is log and get the dir to approve. I have to fucking do all the attendance, enquiry trcking, enquiry recording, rescheduling, broadcasting of emails to RO managers for the events, chasing RO for the events, fucking check their work and send confirmation emails back, do the attendances and start to record those to summon, consecutively answering stupid shits enquiries good thing there were more appeals last month cause at least that how much i do every cycle and she still complains, listen to shit excuses and curses at me for not bring lenient and her yapping at the side "like why couldnt you say this...", then icare checks, eems check, then ml check then screenshots, extracting of notices and preparing for summons logging, and while all these are going on... imma have to track extensions revocations, record the masterlist, update the attendance again, filing stupid summons, record the summonses and send them then track them cause sometimes the court screw shit... or the other team forgets to record.... if our shit is seriously nonchalant and redundant.. i will quit cause i cant cope... even listing out the entirety of my scope is making have an anxiety attack now marnshun.

Why does she keep giving me shit to do?

I am going to tell her i will be leaving.

I am going to print out an official resignation letter to make this final.

Imma use my off days in my second last week cause imma be emailing my shit to hand over.

I learnt alot but this was too much. Call me weak but i almost killed myself in december last year 2020. Marnshun, i almost did. I was lucky to have kimetsu there for me... cause no one else was. You werent. But then again sometimes im really glad you don have to go thru what i and going thru now. Sometimes i miss you but you should hang out longer in heaven. Till covid is over.. or when the world decides to be more logical... so imna keep trying but i really do miss you.

Work sucks so help me haunt and curse all the offenders. Old ones like over 40 should die of heart attacks, just kill them bro... or imma have to curse them with some voodoo magic..

Younger ones 30 and below should have the worse nightmares till they get to finish their corrective work. I want you to gather your ghost friends those like suicide ones with lots of remorse and aggravation to freddy krugger their dreams everynight till they get to do their work..

Honestly... i have never prayed sooo fucking hard for some of these offenders to die.. like we have some preggies.. i don fucking care some part me hope like they get super fucked up births that they cant move or just permenant damage so that i don have to schedule them.

Thats how stress i am.

I am horrible but if i do get karma, im willing to go thru it for that momentary release from my job...

So imma quit this job.

Marnshun please assist yeab bro. If i snap one day, just bring me those who cursed on the phone at me so that i can strangle them to death.

At the moment... im dead serious... i have seen their identification cards.. i can memorize their address and commit murder any time.

So for now imma send you bro and your ghost fiends to haunt them please. You can get the address when you watch over me work yeah. Feel free to do so, cause i'd like to think that ya always looking out for me.

Happy death anniversary manrshun.

[vizhi0n]

Sawney - Part 17

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WARNINGS: OKAYYYY UH. well. this chapter contains some wild gory shit that’s all imma say. 

Negan laid out his tools — a blunt knife, some industrial pliers, a soft rag, and for him, a bottle of whiskey. All the while, Father was watching, chained up with a grimace on his face. Lucille lay against the wall, well out of his reach. The room was large enough that Negan could crouch at a safe distance.

Father broke the silence.

“May I ask what you plan on doing to me?”

“Your boy Mason, back at the Estate — he tried to cut my fucking eye out. Desa stopped him,” Negan lifted his head. “You remember that shit, right?”

“I do. A shame Mason was unable to finish the job.”

“He wouldn’t shut the fuck up and do it. Apparently he likes the sound of his own goddamn voice too much.”

“And you don’t?”

“I don’t blabber bullshit. Words hold meaning, but only if you use them fucking correctly,” Negan rolled his eyes. “Words are what got me this fucking place. These people. Can’t say the fucking same for Mason, now can we?”

“Words and what else?”

“Death. But it was deserved,” Negan snarled. His hand wrapped around the knife, the handle cool against his skin. “Just like what I’m about to do to you is fucking deserved.”

Father threw his head back and laughed, unintimidated. That enraged Negan more, but he couldn’t act. Sweat broke out along his brow, and he grit his teeth as Father lurched forward, pulling the chains holding him taut.

“You are magnificent.”

Negan recoiled. Admiration, as well as a hint of desire dripped from Father’s voice. His shoulders slackened, and Negan inched forward. He lifted the blade, lightly pressing the blunt end against Father’s cheek.

“Who are you?”

“Father—” 

“No,” Negan snapped. “What the fuck are you. What is your name? And what was her name?”

He angled the knife. A slice appeared, a little rivulet of blood dripping from the incision. Ignoring the cold sweat, Negan dug the knife deeper until Father was flinching away in pain.

“You would be disappointed.”

“I’d rather be fucking disappointed than ignorant. What are your names?” 

“Clare,” Father answered through gritted teeth. “That was her name.” 

“And yours?”

“I’m still alive. I still matter. She does not,” Father twitched, blood dripping from his cheek, down his neck. Negan had pulled the knife away in an attempt to steady his trembling hands. In fact, his whole body was trembling, and he could hear his own heartbeat.

“Look at you,” Father drawled. “I broke you. You’re traumatized because of what I did. You’d do better to kill me — save yourself from what’s to come.”

Negan tossed the knife away, hands scrambling for the pliers. He could barely pick them up, and in a fit of range he bellowed and grabbed Lucille, standing on shaking legs.

Leave. It’s not worth it. Leave.

“You don’t deserve death. That shit is too fucking easy,” Negan gathered his tools, watching the blood flow in a steady stream down Father’s face. “I’ll find out who the fuck you really are. I’ll make you suffer because you deserve to suffer — and I’ll make sure everyone knows that’s your not a god, or a father. You’re a fucking man.”

Father tilted his head to the side, smiling.

“Good luck.”

Negan was barely able to shut the door. It was as if his own body was betraying him — limbs didn’t want to do what they were told, and it felt as if a million ants were crawling across his skin, each mimicking the touch of Father’s tongue against his skin. He was back in that sewer, strung up on display. In a smooth motion, Negan slumped against the wall, Lucille in his lap.

Even his eyes didn’t want to work.

Negan was aware of Gavin yelling his name. His head jerked to the side and in a sharp voice, he was able to croak, “Call her.”

“Call who—”

“Get her here. Desa. I fucking need her here, Gavin. Go. Get her here—”

“You need Carson—”

“I said fucking go get Desa before I fucking bash your goddamn skull in!” Negan snarled. He could barley see Gavin’s reaction, but he heard the sound of static and Gavin’s frantic voice as he obeyed Negan’s orders.

The passage of time meant nothing to him. He wasn’t even really sure where he was anymore. He stared blankly at the wall until he felt a presence beside him.

“Negan.”

Someone was stroking his hair. He couldn’t find the energy to respond.

“It’s me, Desa. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here, and nothing is going to hurt you. Nobody is going to hurt you.”

She must have reassured him a thousand times. He was beginning to come back, beginning to feel his fingers move and his limbs begin to cooperate once more. Lucille slipped from his lap, rolling across the floor.

“I think you had some sort of…panic attack or a seizure of some kind,” Desa murmured. “Can you stand? We’ll get you out of the hallway—”

Still staring blankly at the grey wall, Negan muttered, “I can fuckin’ stand.”

He did, but slowly. Desa picked up Lucille for him, graciously gathering the fallen tools and shoving them into her bag.

“We’re going to see Carson,” Desa explained. Negan didn’t have the energy to resist, so he allowed her to guide him to the infirmary. To his relief, Carson was the sole occupant — he stood the moment Negan and Desa entered, confusion etched on his thin face.

Negan’s fingers twitched, the voices around him muffled. He was more in shock than anything else, gently lowering himself onto one of the cots. He blinked rapidly as Desa knelt in front of him, a cup of water in her hand.

“Drink this,” Desa said. Negan obeyed, glancing up at Carson.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

Carson grimaced. “It’s nothing serious. Desa explained what happened. You’ve most likely suffered a non-epileptic seizure. After…extremely traumatic events, or periods of extreme stress, the mind can just…shut down. In laymen terms, it’s similar to a panic attack, but much more intense. There’s no medication I could give you. For some people, they come and go and come again.”

Negan murmured to himself. When he looked down, Desa’s fingers were intertwined with his. He said nothing, drinking his water while Carson continued to speak.

“That man…Father. I’d advise that you stay away from him. For your own health.”

“No can fucking do, doc,” Negan drawled. “I’m not letting that fucker get to me. I can deal with this shit. If there’s nothing you can do for me, why the fuck am I here?”

Negan pulled his hand free from Desa’s grasp, gulping down his water and wobbling out the room. He heard Carson call his name and Desa angrily rise from the cot, perusing him. Negan ignored her words, yanking open the door to the parlor and strolling past his lounging wives. None of them paid him any attention, more concerned as to why Desa was following behind him than anything else. The moment the door slammed shut, Negan stopped.

“Negan. Look at me.”

He did. He turned, and his heart nearly soared at the sight of Desa’s beautiful face.

You don’t love her. Stop trying to convince yourself that you do.

“You have to stop this. Let me kill him—”

“No. Death is too fucking easy for him. You and I both know that,” Negan responded. “He has no one. He’s fucking alone, and he’s going to stay in that cell until I’m finished picking him apart piece by fucking piece.”

Desa ran a hand down her face. She sat on Negan’s bed, feet dangling over the edge.

Negan sighed. He began removing hits boots and his jacket in silence. He then offered Desa his hand, glancing over at the bathroom. Making the best of the situation was the only way to keep sane, he decided. His body craved the woman sitting on his bed, and he wasn’t one to deny himself that. Desa seemed to feel the same way, and she took his hand without hesitation.

“I’m taking a fucking shower, then passing the fuck out. I want you to stay with me. Go back to the Estate tomorrow morning — it’s too fucking late for you to be driving out alone.”

Desa smiled, but to Negan’s confusion, pulled her hand away. In a soft voice, she said, “There’s something I need to do, first. Just wait for me.”

“I’ll always fucking wait for you.”

Stop.

Stop acting like you love her.

You don’t.

That voice in the back of his head was poking and prodding, louder than ever. He watched Desa leave, head ducked. He wasn’t strong enough to scream at the voice to stop, yet. He hadn’t felt anything since Lucille’s death — not a hint of anything other than primal lust towards his wives. At one point he’d believed Simon was becoming a contender, but those feeling had worn as off as quickly as they’d come.

Now she was here, and he was unsure.

But he was falling for it anyway.

Desa made her way to Carson, first. She felt bad for interrupting him a second time — he wasn’t working when she entered the room, standing next to the door.

“I need you for something.”

“What is it? Is someone injured?”

“No,” Desa replied. “But they’re about to be. C’mon.”

She ignored Carson’s twenty questions as she made her way to Father’s cell. Negan’s tools were in her pocket, and she kept a stern face as Carson, for what seemed like the hundredth time, asked what was going on.

“Stay out here. When I come out, you go in and fix him.”

“Does Negan know you’re here?”

“No. He’ll find out, though. I’m not worried about that,” Desa removed the outer deadbolt, opening the door and flicking on the light. Father stared back at her, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the harsh glow of the bulb above.

Carson went to speak, but Desa shut the door. She ignored Father — he was staring at her, observing her with his head tilted to the side at an almost unnatural angle. The moment Desa raised her head, he spoke in a taunting voice.

“Did your infatuation survive his episode? I certainly didn’t mean to cause him any distress.”

“Shut up.”

“A rude way to great your father. I should have spanked you more,” Father’s head lolled to the side. A long streak of dried blood had accumulated on his cheek, evidence of a knife wound. “I would have enjoyed it.”

“You would have,” Desa murmured, pushing his jeers to the side. She prepped the pliers, moving almost in a daze. She got close enough to feel Father’s breath on her skin. He strained against his chains, snarling.

“I can’t kill you. I’m not allowed,” Desa said slowly. Father fell silent, watching her with narrowed eyes. “But I can send you a message. God forbid you ever get out of here, or get a chance to hurt anyone in this compound…Negan especially…just know that I will not only kill you, I’ll cut you limb from limb and serve the remains to the biters on a silver fucking platter.”

“Empty threats,” Father snorted. He bared his teeth. “You’d never followed through. You don’t have the guts to do anything to me—”

In a fluid motion, Desa gripped Father’s jaw. She held tightly, nails digging into his skin. He thrashed wildly, and Desa threw her weight against him. His back hit the floor, arms held above his head.

“Negan isn't your worst nightmare. I am,” Desa snarled. It frightened her, how monotonous she sounded. How her heart wasn’t beating fast and her limbs were shaking. The knife came first, unsheathed and dipping towards Father’s left eye. She started at the crease, steeling herself for the inevitable screams that would come.

And oh, did he shriek.

Desa’s free forearm was braced against his throat as she worked, peeling away the skin of his eyelid. The other, unmotivated eye was leaking tears, trained on Desa and filled with ire. Ignoring the noises and the curses, Desa increased her pace, choosing speed over delicacy.

“Did Jack scream like this when Mother lobotomized him? What about all those other people in the cellar?” Desa murmured. She winced at the sound of crunching cartilage. Fluid and warm, sticky blood coated her fingers, making it much more difficult to toss aside the knife and grab the plier. Father chose the opportunity to buck up, attempting to bite Desa’s arm. With a howl, Desa shoved him back down.

She couldn’t help but cringe. The jarring movement had caused his eyeball to slip from its mooring. Dark, sinewy tendons held the small, fleshy sphere from falling all the way out. One half of Father’s face was covered in a cascade of blood, his mouth open in a silent scream of agony.

Desa grabbed the pliers, shoving them into the gaping hole, clipping away at whatever she could fine. Finally, with a slick pop, the gooey gumball-size object landed in her open palm.

Father’s good eye was wide and watching. He couldn’t speak, but Desa knew he could see — his iris twitched, following Desa’s every move.

The human eye was much smaller than Desa anticipated. It fit snugly in her palm with more than enough space to spare, malleable and soft.

“Nod if you can hear me.”

Father nodded. Desa held up his eye, letting him get a long, hard look at it.

“I’d cut off your dick, too, but I’ve already given Carson enough work for today.”

When Father attempted to look away, Desa slapped him. He snapped back into focus with a sob, and that was when Desa did something she never thought capable.

She slipped Father’s detached eyeball into her mouth. Saliva bubbled past her lips as her body naturally rejected the object, but she forced herself to chew and swallow, gaze unwavering.  

“I think you get it now. I hope you do.”

Father had already passed out by the time Desa had gathered her tools. She opened the door, greeted by a pale Dr. Carson. He said nothing to Desa, slowly entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Desa didn’t dare avert her gaze from anything other than the path to Negan’s room. She walked quickly, taking long strides. There was blood on her hands and face and shirt, something she’d become accustomed to.

When she entered the parlor, it was Sherry who attempted to speak to her. Desa brushed her off, shutting the door to Negan’s room in her face.

“That’s fucking harsh, De—what the fuck?”

“Told you it wouldn’t take me long. I didn’t kill him,” Desa said. “He’s alive. Probably wishes he wasn’t.”

“What did you fucking do?”

“I saved you time, Negan” Desa began stripping, slowly peeling off her bloody shirt. This time, after removing her clothes entirely, she was the one to extend a hand. “I really need that shower now.”

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6/ Nothing in the Mirror

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

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Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events. Too bad you have no clue who you are. Apparently, that’s not the case for everyone.

Warnings: a little swearing, angry Tasha (you can't convince me that angry Nat doesn't require a warning)

Word Count: 1331

_Author's Note: Have fun! This one's kinda short, but whatever. Another riddle I guess. Love you, @buckyslion ! Sorry, I'm in a hurry and had almost forgotten the update! I'll do the summary sentence later, forgive me, guys. :)

Turned out she was pulling you into safety. „Thank you, Tasha“, you whispered. All you got back was a frosty remark. „You don’t get to call me that.“ And with that, she left you again. Well, what am I supposed to call her instead? Her highness? My ass. A tall man walked into the room, in a dark blue suit with a star on the chest. He wore a special kind of mask, covering his head and parts of his face. Buck got up, giving him a high five. When the tall guy pulled down the mask, you recognized him too. „Steve!“, you yelled, protesting when Buck wanted you to stay down, standing up anyways. „Hey kiddo“, he grinned. „You alright?“ „Did they say anything? You know, about me?“ His brows furrowed at that, he sent a quick look to Buck. Their eyes communicated in their own way, back and forth. „If it takes that long to answer, I’m sure they did.“ „I can’t tell you.“ Your legs were wobbly, but you still managed to go at him. Rage boiled inside you, you couldn’t control it. Steve’s large hands held you at bay, he was strong. The IV tore at your arm, you didn’t care. „I need to know! It’s my right!“, you yelled, still trying to kick him. „You will. Right now, you need to calm down.“ „Yeah. And show me your back“, Buck added, lifting you out of Steve’s hold as if you were a feather. „What are you trying to accomplish?“ „What do you mean?“ „Your sudden infatuation with my back. Just say what you want.“ „I think there might be a tracker in there.“ You huffed. „This just keeps getting better and better.“ „Hey. Don’t you complain! Do you mind if I, um“, he held his metal hand up, but scratched his neck, „I would offer to check your skin with this one, but there’s not much feeling-“ A robot stepped into the room. A talking robot. In red and gold. „Getting touchy with the ladies already, huh?“, he chuckled and to your surprise, the helmet went up, revealing a face you knew. Is this a costume party? Your eyes went to Buck, to Steve, and to Tony. „If you ask me, you’re all crazy. I don’t even wanna know", you huffed. Carefully, you dug the IV out of your arm, throwing it away. „Thanks for protecting me, but I think I’m good for now. Imma head back to my cell.“

You jumped up, cursing yourself for moving so fast because everything turned black again, but you got past it. The hallway was right in your sight and you made a beeline for it. You expected them to go after you, but they didn’t. Instead, you ran into Tasha. She pulled your arm in a harsh motion and pushed your body right into the next wall. „I know where you’re going. But you’re staying.“ „And why is that?“ „They wanted you back. That’s why we’re gonna keep you“, she stated matter-of-factly. Her eyes rested on your neck for a second, maybe she thought you wouldn’t notice. You almost fumed. „Leave my back alone.“ „Sure“, she smirked. „Let me show you where you’re gonna sleep tonight.“ She led you right back to Steve’s apartment, highly amused by the groan you let out. Against your expectations, the room you entered was not the bedroom you’d been in before. This one was nice, too, as clean as the other, but there were almost no decorations or special items. Just a bed, a wardrobe with a mirror door and a nightstand. Oh, and a hanger on the wall, close to the door, but it was empty. It smelled different in here as well and suddenly, you felt like you were intruding someones personal space, even though there was nothing in the room that stood out. „If you need the bathroom, use it now.“ The bathroom was just the same as the room, you found a toothbrush, shampoo, towels, nothing specific yet you couldn’t shake the feeling these things weren’t meant for your eyes. Tasha waited for you and put you into bed, cuffing your hand around the bed’s post. „You know something, don’t you?“, you asked. The redhead headed for the door. „What are you even supposed to be?“ „A spy, darling. Keeper of secrets.“ Well, at least now you knew your past wasn’t completely lost. But you weren’t gonna ask her.

Buck and Steve returned a few hours later. In the meantime, you’d leaned against the headrest of the bed, trying not to doze off, but you couldn’t help it. All the tension left your body and when you could already feel the impending veil of sleep lulling your mind, you gave in. The scent of this room, the scent on the pillows and the blankets was the soothing remainder of the person who lived in here. Only when the door opened and someone dragged a blanket further over your body, your eyes fluttered open. „Buck“, you whispered and he smiled at you. Steve walked in as well, his brows raising when he noticed the red streaks on your wrist. Without hesitation, he grabbed a key from his pockets. „Promise you won’t run again.“ How could you promise that? Your instincts had always kept you safe. „Promise.“ The big hands touching yours were warm and soft, a gentle touch that meant no harm. His fingers caressed the spots the cuffs had rubbed against, for a moment. Maybe it hadn’t been on purpose, maybe it had, but it sure reminded you of how genuine he was. The cut on his cheek fell into your vision. That was your fault. „I'm sorry.“ Everything was just so confusing. „Sorry for running, again. I’ll make it up. Still wanna look at my back?“ There was no way you could stand being responsible for another catastrophe like the one today. So, that tracker would need to get out of your back as fast as possible. Buck looked up to Steve, who nodded. „I'll get antiseptics and gauze“, he stated, disappearing. Buck sent you a smile, which reminded you of something. „Bring a new sweater, too! Can’t run around in this one for another day“, you grinned. „It's too ugly.“ „Hey! That one’s my favorite!“ „Well. Not anymore.“ You stuck your tongue out to Buck, who just grinned. „You’re incredible. I’m glad Tasha stopped you.“ „Yeah?“
„Hm. I really need that sweater.“ Steve returned with the stuff and looked at the both of you. „Look at you, all back to cheeky“, he smiled, then added as if telling you a rumor about his friend, „don't trust his charms. You're way too young for him.“ Buck groaned. „Dear Lord. Peggy would tease you for saying shit like this, you know that, right?“
 Steve just blushed a tiny little blush that didn’t escape your vigilant eyes. Of course you wondered who Peggy was. Maybe she was in the tower too. You’d definitely have to meet her. Buck looked back to you, his blue eyes clear and his face still transformed. He almost gleamed at you, probably because of that inside joke. Peggy must be hilarious to have him crack up like that. „Okay, do you mind taking the shirt off? I need to see what I’m doing here. Don’t wanna mess this up.“ A second of hesitation, but you did end up taking it off, holding it against your chest. You still wore your sports bra, at least that protected from unwanted attention. After all, you had no idea what kinds of people Steve and Buck were, even if their motives so far had been good. Nothing happened. An eerie silence settled in the room. Should you turn around? What was going on? What were they doing? Slowly, you turned around. To find the two men staring at your back, with open mouths. „What is it?“ „Well, let’s say it that way: you are not an athlete.“

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