#b.b fanfic

[avengersfantasies]

Series Summary: When you were little, your life was changed forever. Your parents were brutally murdered before you, and the doctors said it was a miracle that you survived. Now, almost 22 years later, you come across the man who took everything from you.

Chapter Summary: Your therapist thinks she knows the perfect person to help you move past your trauma.

What to expect: therapy, trauma, ptsd, angst?

taglist: @felicitylemon @lostinth3echo

Series masterlist: Here

You sat on the large couch across from the therapist that you were being forced to see. The silence filled the room as you stared off toward her direction, tuning out everything she was saying. 

“Sergeant,” her voice faded back in, causing you to blink and shake your head.

“Sorry, what?” you asked flatly. 

She scribbled down a note, and you rolled your eyes. “I asked if you have had any nightmares recently.”

6 Months Ago

“We have to go!” Corporal Jordanson called out through the sound of heavy explosions. 

You yelled back. “Not until we get what we came for!”

“Jordanson’s right!” Corporal Lansing backed his fellow soldier up. “We need to go before it’s too late.”

This was your first time leading a mission, and the last thing you wanted was to fail it. 

“Maybe you didn’t hear me, Lansing,” you hissed, determined to complete the job. “We aren’t going until we find it!”

Reluctantly, the group of four soldiers that you led followed your orders as you made your way into the collapsing structure. You were sure you’d be out before it was too late. All you would do is grab what you were sent for and evacuate. 

That was the plan, but plans don’t always go accordingly. 

Present Day

“Nope,” you lied with no emotion in your voice and exhausted from lack of sleep. “Nothing but sunshine and rainbows.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying,” the doctor reminded you, not buying your claim for one second.

She scribbled down a few more notes. “You know…there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced almost hesitantly. “You remind me of him. I think you two would relate to each other…understand one another.”

You rolled your eyes. “This should be good.”

“Come back here at 5,” the doctor said. “I’ll arrange to have the two of you meet.”

Once you were back at your apartment, you lazed around for the next few hours - making yourself lunch and watching television. 

You felt yourself beginning to zone out - the well-known thousand-yard stare encompassing you. Your mind knew that thinking about the trauma in your life would bring you pain, so whenever you were reminded of your parents or your time in the military, you often became detached from any emotions tied to them. 

It had become a self-preservation technique. 

Snapping you out of your daze was the alarm you set on your phone. The time read 4:30, so you had 30 minutes to get to your therapist’s office to meet whoever she wanted you to meet. The only reason you had agreed to it in the first place was because you were genuinely curious as to who else could possibly relate to your past. You pulled yourself off the sofa and headed out, walking the few blocks to the office. You arrived a few minutes early, but you went ahead and knocked on her office door anyway.

“Dr. Raynor?” you called out, opening the cracked door. “I’m –”

The sight in front of you had you stopping in your tracks. It was him. It was Bucky Barnes yet again.

“Come in,” she waved you over. You gently shut the door and walked over to where the two of them were sitting. Keeping your eyes on Bucky, you made sure to sit with a distance in between. “This is James Barnes,” she introduced him. “He was –”

“I know,” you interrupted, taking your eyes off Bucky and looking to Dr. Raynor with the same apathetic tone and emotionless eyes that had become your signature almost. “Who do you think is the face that haunts my nightmares?” Dr. Raynor looked down, and Bucky stayed silent. “Is this fun for you?” you snapped. “Were you this desperate to get me to show some sort of emotion that you dug this deep?”

“That’s not what this is abou–” she began to defend herself before being cut off by you.

“No,” you hissed, chuckling incredulously. “I don’t know what kind of game the two of you are playing, but I’m not interested.” 

Before Dr. Raynor could respond, you beelined it toward the door. 

“Wait, hang on,” Bucky called out, getting up and following you out and onto the street outside. “I didn’t know this was what she had planned!” You didn’t respond; instead, you shook your head and kept walking back toward your apartment. “Would you just listen for a second?!”

The entire walk back to your apartment was filled with Bucky calling out after you and you ignoring him completely. The sergeant was so determined to get you to believe and listen to him that he didn’t realize he had followed you all the way into your apartment. Finally, though, you stopped and turned to face him.

“What is so important that you had to follow me all the way into my apartment for?” you snapped. “Not done tryin’ to help Raynor stir up some emotions?”

“No,” Bucky exhaled, “I swear I had no idea that she was going to do that,” he explained. “She texted me and told me to come by at 5 because she had someone for me to meet that she thought I may be able to help.” 

Instead of arguing anymore, he pulled his phone out and showed you the text, letting you read over it. 

“You help me?” you scoffed. “Right.” 

You poured yourself a glass of whiskey, walked over to the couch, and sat down - sipping your glass of whiskey. Hesitantly, Bucky sat down beside you. 

“Look,” he began softly, watching as you started to let yourself zone out again and put the glass down on a small box that sat on the coffee table, “I did awful things to you…your family…and –”

“It wasn’t you,” you cut him off softly.

Bucky looked down and inhaled. “I don’t know what you’ve been through. I don’t know how you grew up. I don’t know what your life has been like. I don’t know what happened before you were discharged. I don’t know how, but I wanna do anything I can to help you.”

You let out a small chuckle, not being able to believe that this was the conversation you were having. Instead of answering, you reached for the glass again and took a sip. That’s when Bucky noticed it.

“What this?” he asked, reaching for the small box. 

“Purple heart,” you stated flatly.

“A purple…,” he trailed off, opening the box and looking at the medal. “And you’re using it as a coaster?”

You shrugged. “Don’t know what else to do with it.”

Bucky held the medal with care, awestruck at what you must have gone through during your time serving your country. 

“This is something to be treasured,” he said, concerned and confused as to why you were using it as a coaster.

“Not for me, it’s not,” you mumbled back, knowing full well that he heard you. Taking his silence as the opportunity to speak, you continued. “I was the only one that survived the mission I was leading,” you explained. “So, they gave me this little medal that only serves to make me remember every single goddamn day about how I was the one responsible for those four lives ending.”

Bucky looked down at the medal in his hand, stroking it gently. “It’s a reminder.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader angst #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader angst #sergeant james buchanan barnes #sergeant james barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #110801 b.b

[serpensofanville]

OOC Post - fanfic

So, terastallizing - I wonder if all 18 types will be available to all Pokemon?

While I'm still not planning for terastallizing to feature much in my fanfic, part of me is imagining a segment where it's introduced, Benecia uses it on Rocket, who turns into a Tera-Flying type Carkol, and Serpens is like 'Well I guess that explains her need for speed - swift as the wind and all that'.

I can also imagine B.B being a Tera-Fighting type (the tough fighting 'mon image he likes to portray), or maybe I'll go for something more out there (like Tera-Rock or Tera-Steel, because B.B is so unyielding in battle, or Tera-Fairy because he's secretly a softie).

While she won't be in Paldea, I just know Whirly would be Tera-ghost, representing her mischievous nature.

#serpensofanville #pokemon #pokémon #pkmn #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #fanfic #fanfic issues #fanon worldbuilding #beartic #b.b the beartic #carkol #rocket the carkol #poliwhirl #whirly the poliwhirl #terastal

[wintermischief]

Bucky Barnes x Reader Tropes & AUs

last updated: may 16, 2023

My favorite fanfic tropes & AUs, mostly Bucky Barnes x F! or GN!Reader. Show support to all these amazing writers!!

Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Reader

Save Me @espinosaurusrexex

Opposites Attract @moonlitimagines

Two Sides Of The Same Coin | One Shots @anonymityisfunwriter

In Which Bucky Hates Everyone But You @andsheloved

Pretty Girl @parkersdoll

Cute @buckyalpine

Garden Fairy @buckyalpine

Friend-Making @comfortcap

What’s Up, Buck? @late-to-the-party-81

Friends To Lovers

The Apprentice @chrisevansredbelt

Grilled Cheese And Other Love Languages @bucky-bucket-barnes

B.B Boy @bucky-bucket-barnes

A Half Naked Nurse And Wrong Ideas | Pt 2 @urimaginespimp

Do I Even Have A Chance? @noceurous

One Simple Touch @likeahorribledream

Hearsay @jadedvibes

Listen To Me, Not Just My Words @lilacletter

Water Bottle @cloudybarnes

You @lovelybarnes

Baby @lovelybarnes

Honey, Dumpling @sparklefics

Drunk In Love @bethdutten

Silent Girl + The Winter Soldier @kinanabinks

Ponytails @bbyboybucket

Aching @bbyboybucket

Admit It @ghostofskywalker

Dear January @writing-for-marvel

Hush Baby, Don’t You Say Another Word @buckycuddlebuddy

Jealous!Bucky x Reader

Piece Of You @jbreenr

Don’t Wait @likeahorribledream

Jealous @imagineaworld

Jealous @pellucid-constellations

Call Me James @cloudybarnes

Mine @cherrypickertheory

Daniel @buckyalpine

Untitled @bbyboybucket

Grumpy Sergeant @goaskbarnes

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Designated Spider Killer @morsmodres-writes

[discowheelsau]

🛼 Disco Wheels: a WH AU! 🪩

ㅤㅤㅤa famous and beloved rollerskate rink from the 80s, brought alive by its colorful cast of puppets and live entretainment. a safe place for anyone and everyone, no matter who or what you were.

ㅤㅤㅤa story following Wally—nicknamed Roco—and his experiences working at a roller rink, until everything went wrong.

！﹘ Index

About the AU

The Cast

Boundaries

Tagging Guide

Important Links

1. ﹕ About the AU

ㅤㅤㅤit's the 80s, and all you can hear being talked about is the latest rollerskate that opened not so long ago. neon lights, disco music, a cast of colorful puppets and live entretainment bring the building to life all day and all night long. ㅤㅤㅤa place where everyone is free to be who they are, free to have fun however they want; sounds like a dream come true, doesn't it? come in! the doors are open for you, everyone is waiting. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤwill you join the fun…? :o)

2. ﹕ The Cast

Roco :: Wally (he/it/roll)

the main mascot of the roller rink; he appeared the most in commercials and other promotional material, and could be seen present in the rink at all times either dancing, singing, or rolling around. - Actor: Renny

Blades :: Sally (she/he)

the "chill friend" of the group; she could be seen frequently in roller skating and roller skates ads, hanging out near the speakers, or rolling around the rink. - Actoress: [REDACTED]

Cherry :: Julie (she/he/cherry)

the most cheerful one out of the whole group, always ready to be the center of attention and the life of the party. she was always dancing and singing along the disco music of the rink. - Actoress: [REDACTED]

Beetle :: Frank (he/they)

possibly the most grounded out of the whole group - although certainly not any less fun! they could usually be seen skating around the rink helping those that needed it. - Actor: Mateo

Dee :: Eddie (he/dis)

a popular drag queen in town; like Julie, he's always ready to be the center of attention, frequently dancing alongside her during the later hours of the day. - Actor: Ken

Mr. H :: Howdy (he/him)

with a more "rich jock" attitude, he was the most admired by the rink's attendees out of the whole group. he was always ready to help anyone that needed it! - Actor: [REDACTED]

Pop' :: Poppy (she/her)

the mother figure of the group, she used to appear most frequently in health/ safety PSAs videos in the rink. she usually worked during child-friendly hours of the day. - Actor: [REDACTED]

B.B :: Barnaby (he/him)

the clown of the party - he was always up to making everyone present smile and laugh along. he had more party tricks up his sleeve than stars on his fur, or so he said. - Actor: [REDACTED]

3. ﹕ Boundaries

What is ok?

Fan art, edits, cosplays, fanfics, anything creative!

Character interactions of any kind!  In any medium!  I’d love to see them!

Memes or things alike!

Hurt/comfort!

Fanon AUs of the AU

Edits! All of this, as long as you tag/ credit me of course!

What is not ok?

Selling mass produced merchandise.

Sexual interactions, both explicit and not explicit.

Ignoring a character's sexuality for shipping purposes.

Redesigns, recolors, tracing, etc. without my permission.

Any type of com-proshipping content; this includes Wallycest.

Any kind of AI content. Please respect these boundaries, if not you will be blocked and blacklisted.

4. ﹕ Tagging Guide

#disco wheels au — general tag for the AU! #lore — general lore/ important posts. #ask — all answered asks made to the blog! #golden disco years — all posts related to the roller rink. #watcher mansion — all posts related to Watcher Wally's Mansion and other interactions with other AUs in it.

5. ﹕ Important Links

Spotify playlist

fanart folder!

... it's best to not live in the past, isn't it?

are you willing to hear the truth…?

#partycoffin #disco wheels au #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home fanart #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy patridge #barnaby b beagle

[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

🔥- 18+/Mature | ☔- Sad

Scream

Lovers Lane (C.M.M) 🔥

@msgorillagripcoochie's About You Fic (C.M.M)

@n-slayaaaaa's Calls I Can't Make Fic 1 2 3 (E.L) | (C.M.M) 🔥

DC Comics

Knight Wolf and Little Robin (J.T)

Lost Cause (J.T)

Control (C.K)

@tinkerbelle05's Maybe We'll Get Through This (J.R)

@asonofpeter's Where You Go Masterlist (J.R)🔥

@oneshots-heaven's The Motel Room Masterlist (D.G)

Vampire Diaries | Originals | Legacies

The Original Daughter (E.M)

Cursed Witch (K.M) 🔥

Damon's Daughter (D.S)

Avatar

@avatarkv

@cryinginthemoonpool's A Forgotten Birthday ☔ (Sully Family)

Harry Potter

Infinity (F.W) 🔥

Evermore (S.S) 🔥

Endgame (S.S) 🔥

Stranger Things

Ho Hey (E.M)

Julie & The Phantoms

Somethin Stupid (R.P)

Boy Meets World

Capsize (S.H)

Oscar Issac + Characters

@melodygatesauthor (O.I)

@sweetly-yours-and-mine (O.I)

@bastardmandennis's Pretty When You Cry (J.L) 🔥

@ivystoryweaver's With You Masterlist (Moon Knight System)

@mooooonnnzz's Miguel O'hara & Daughter Action 1, 2, 3, 4 (M.O)

Moondust (Moon Knight System)

@m00nsbaby's Why Won't You Love Me? (Moon Knight System)☔

@lockleysfav's Haze (M.O)🔥

@januaryembrs's Last Knight In SOHO Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@bastardmandennis's Even If It's A False God (M.S)🔥

@ohmystaxk's Goodbye, My Dear Stranger Masterlist (Moon Knight System)🔥

@alwritey-aphrodite's I'll Be Back Again To Stay Masterlist (S.G)🔥

Marvel

Pistol (H.B)

Freaks | Runaways | Heroes | Humans (P.M)

@anonymousewrites's Portal To My Heart Masterlist (L.L)

Shadow & Bone

Stain of Red (The Darkling)

@midnightlilium's Reborn Masterlist (The Darkling) 🔥☔ * Not as explicit as other content on this app*

@kasagia's I'll Be Back For You Fic 1 2 (The Darkling) | (K.B)

@moonlightgrisha's Moon Summoner Masterlist (The Darkling)

Actors

@yawneneteyam's All Things Connected Masterlist (J.F)

@babybluebex's Bad Idea, Right? (J.Q) 🔥

IT

@anxiouslymalicious's Losers Club Plus One Masterlist (R.T)

New Girl

A Summer's Day (N.M) 🔥

Bridgerton

@bosbas's Love In Bloom Masterlist (B.B)

@nikkisheep's To Be Alone With You series (A.B) 🔥 1 2 3

@bellatrixscurls's Arranged Marriage (A.B) 🔥

@bellatrixscurls's Exquisite Weather Today, No? (A.B) 🔥1

@fayes-fics's A Beneficial Arrangement (A.B) 🔥

@marwritesgood's Illicit Affairs (A.B) 🔥

@dreamwritesimagines's Enamored Masterlist (A.B)

The Second Born Bridgerton & The Second Born Bridgerton's Wife (B.B)

@homeofthepeculiar's I Know You So Well Masterlist (B.B)🔥

Criminal Minds

@dr-spencer-reids-queen's Criminal Minds Series Rewrite Masterlist (S.R)

@fortheloveofwonderland's Me & You & Everyone We Know - Masterlist (S.R)🔥

Jensen Ackles + Characters

@zepskies's Take Me Home Masterlist (B.A)

@zepskies's Masterlist (Jensen + Characters)

@luci-in-trenchcoats's Home Sweet Not Home (J.A)

@lamentationsofalonelypotato's You Call It Madness But I Call It Love Masterlist (S.B)

@anundyingfidelity's Blood, Sweat, & Tears (B.B/S.B)🔥

@syrma-sensei's Hush Hush Behind The Shield (S.B)🔥

@anundyingfidelity's I'm A Ruin 1, 2, 3 (S.B)🔥

@wayward-dreamer's Pillow Talk (S.B)🔥

@princessmisery666's Please Don't Leave (J.A)

The Rookie

@xxchumanixx's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/J.N)

@chiefdirector's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/Chenford)

@fluentmoviequoter's Rookie Masterlist (T.B)

Percy Jackson Series

@woodlandwrites's Mind Over Matter (L.C)

#fanfic #x reader #x oc #fanfiction #masterlist #request #requested #suggestion #fanfic suggestions #chad meeks martin #ethan landry x reader #jason todd imagine #clark kent x reader #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #fred weasley #sebastian sallow x reader #eddie munson #julie and the phantoms #shawn hunter #hobie brown x reader #peter maximoff #mark spector #miguel o'hara #shadow and bone #jamie flatters

[1donoow]

MCU FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

erik lehnsherr

warren worthington

alex summers

Scott summers

Kurt Wagner

Jean grey

Druig

Loki laufeyson

Bucky barnes

Peter parker

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@weasvlys - NSFW headcannon

@takenbypeter - Is the big spoon when cuddling

- Gives the other “the look” when they crossed the line

- Spends WAY too much time in the snack aisle while grocery shopping

@chiefdirector - Being in a Polyamorous relationship with Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would include...

@gangrenados - valentine's day with them

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

@quickiesgirl -the night the klepto stole your heart

@takenbypeter - text message emergency

- have no fear peter is here

- look me in my eyes

- peter w/ an s/o whos too nice

- snack shopping

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@devilgenics - headcannon

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

@softie-rain - opposites attract

@quicksilverownsmysoul - ___

@damnnnelliot - sleeping with pietro maximoff would include

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erik lehnsherr

@fanfic-galore-ig - headcannon

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warren worthington

@absolutelyfizzing - angels and demons

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mrsarnasdelicious - first kiss

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - fluff alphabet pt.2

@definitely-not-v - meeting and falling inlove with warren would include

@gangrenados - ___

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alex summers

@starshipsofstarlord - summertime

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mayfieldss - dating alex summers would include

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Scott summers

@refiwrites - taking care of drunk scott summer

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Kurt Wagner

@definitely-not-v - Warm

@peachy-wolfhard - dating kurt wagner

@maximoffs-girl - having a family w/ kurt wagner

- dating kurt wagner would include

- arcade date with kurt

@refiwrites - is that my sweater?

@rubystarpoet - nightcrawler

@dem-obscure-imagines - nightcrawler and the princess

@gabrielsgoldengrace - being a burlesque dancer and kurt seeing a show would include

@thefandom-fanatic - drawing hearts

@spotofimagines - blue

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms - you can do this i believe in you

@fandom-------queen - headcannon

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Jean grey

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Druig

@sapphireplums - break time

@starsvck - somewhere only we know

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Loki laufeyson

@weasleygirl7 -Glorious purpose

@bonky-n-steeb - the flower crown

@agentofkrypton - ___

- ___

@takenbypeter - you make it better

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bucky barnes

@takenbypeter - keep your friends close

- b.b

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peter parker

@parkersmaterialgirl - headcannon

@yesitsmewhataboutit - 1:10 am

@realtalkswithfinn - the spiderling(avenger!reader)

#peter maximof x reader #erik lensherr x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #alex summers x reader #scott summers x reader #kurt wagner x reader #jean grey x reader #druig x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #masterlist #mcu rec

[enchantinglyjade]

Elvis was extremely racist and it’s absolutely mind blowing that you would write fanfiction about him with black oc, let white people claim him

Okay. I was debating for a long time if I should even bother responding to this, but I know there are many people of color in this fandom that are facing similar opinions and feelings of shame for liking Elvis, so I'm gonna say this for them

For starters, if you read the story, you'd know Honey is mixed black/white. I am also mixed. So all this 'white people' talk would still be me. Hi

The story is based on Austin Butler's interpretation and even then, I changed a lot of facts. Real Elvis is none of my concern.

The story is fake and Elvis is dead.

In terms of real Elvis, I've done lots of research and seen many articles and interviews of people like B.B. King, Etta James, Sam Bell(Elvis' BLACK childhood friend from the BLACK community he was raised in), you know, all people who have ACTUALLY met him, and all of which said that Elvis was a kind gentleman, not to mention the countless rumors I've seen that Elvis was messing around with one of his backup singers from The Sweet Inspirations. Now obviously, I don't know what Elvis was like and I never will, but if he was SO EXTREMELY racist, why would he bother speaking to these people and/or not have abused them in some way?

NO ONE is to be 'claimed' like a slave to anyone, which I'm sure you know much about since you seem so very concerned with black and white history.

And lastly, I know damn well Milk & Honey isn't the top fanfic in this fandom or on this website, so if you dislike Elvis so much why are you lurking in his tags?

Having that said, for those of you interested check out the story here!

Peace and love,

EnchantinglyJade

#elvis presley #elvis #austin butler #elvis biopic #elvis movie #elvis 2022 #black fanfiction #black reader #black writers #black oc #poc reader #poc #austin butler x black reader #austin butler x reader #elvis x reader #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis fanfic

[capnsoyboy]

Fic Rec Masterlist (by fandom)

(original post here)

AO3 Fanfics

Fear the Walking Dead (AO3)

Say You Need Me - Troy Otto x Reader

Marvel (AO3)

Heart to Love - B.B. x Reader (AO3)

When We Were Young - B.B. x Steve Rogers (AO3)

Supernatural (AO3)

Ghost of You - Dean Winchester x Castiel (AO3)

I'll Be Waiting for You - Dean Winchester x Castiel (AO3)

Sugar, Bee Mine? - Dean Winchester x Castiel (AO3)

Tumblr Fanfics

Marvel Masterlist

Outer Banks Masterlist

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

The Walking Dead

#marvel x reader #teen wolf x reader #twd x reader #reader insert #x reader #obx x reader #spn x reader #supernatural x reader #outer banks x reader #ftwd x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #yelena belova x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #troy otto x reader #sam winchester x reader #johnny storm x reader #derek hale x reader #kate bishop x reader

[absentcaryatid]

Wooyoung's Chaperone

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Wooyoung's ankle injury requires him to make an early return from tour. You are the staff member given the difficult task of wrangling the impulsive idol.

2.8K words, Content note: gender neutral reader with a Richie brace, no romance, teen and up due to mild language, real world hassles relating to using a wheelchair

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The assignment had been pitched to you as something so simple any low-level KQ staffer could do it. In fact, that was why the task had been given to you. While not a manager yet, your training had been successful so far, and the reason you ended up being picked for the unusual job of escorting a member of ATEEZ home to South Korea from Japan. The perk of one-on-one time with an idol might have sounded like an honor so early in your career, but the reality would be far different if the copious warnings to brace yourself were anything to go by.

When Wooyoung twisted his ankle on tour, he had first tried to work through the pain. Hongjoong noted his friend was not giving his best performance and pulled him aside during a break to get an answer. After hearing the reason, Hongjoong ruled, “You need to sit the rest of the concert out.” Sensing Wooyoung's objection, he added, “This is not about how dedicated or strong you are. I've seen the way you practice until exhaustion. You need to heal, and while injured you pose a risk to the rest of the team if you fall on any of us while trying to keep up.”

'For the good of ATEEZ' was an answer Wooyoung would accept. Loath to disappoint ATINY, he bargained to remain on stage as long as he was seated. The leader accepted that accommodation and Wooyoung's voice was present while the usual B.B Trippin dance crew member who rehearsed Wooyoung's choreography in the development stage seamlessly filled in as understudy.

Unable to stick to the deal, Wooyoung was soon spotted far too active and being carried piggyback by Yunho to get closer to the fans during the finale. Hongjoong caught Wooyoung's grimace when the injured man was finally let down, so Hongjoong slowly walked a limping Wooyoung off stage at the concert's end with some caring but stern words for the misbehaving member.

After being checked out by a doctor it was concluded Wooyoung needed to be off duties completely for the best chance at a full recovery from what was determined to be a sprain. Heartbroken to miss KCON Japan, Wooyoung was already feeling down. To be shipped back to the dorm before his members made him inconsolable.

With a reputation as a lovable rogue, even in his subdued state Wooyoung was still considered a somewhat difficult charge. It was not through malice, and his heart was always in the right place, but things always seemed to get out of hand around him. Each of the senior managers in turn passed the chaperone task on to a staffer of lower seniority. This is how the assignment finally landed in your lap. Your first international travel was now cut short, but the perceived prestige of the new job being temporarily responsible for Wooyoung made up for leaving Japan earlier than expected.

Showing up at his hotel room bright and early the next day, you were met at the door by a frustrated Hongjoong. “I hope that wheelchair you brought has a lockable seat belt. The way my roommate keeps hopping up for one more thing when he is supposed to let me do all the packing for him, I'd glue Wooyoung to the chair if I could.”

An innocent looking Wooyoung reclined on the bed nearest the door with the injured foot propped up on some pillows, wrapped in an elastic compression bandage and under a flexible ice pack. Glancing up from his charging phone, he tiredly gave a small wave in greeting.

Surely Wooyoung was not as much trouble as Hongjoong implied. As a recent hire, your duties for KQ had not included much contact with the idols themselves yet so their off-camera personalities were mostly unfamiliar. The managers you worked with were professional and tended not to complain, though occasional groaning about Wooyoung had been overheard from time to time. Perhaps they had exaggerated, for the man before you seemed nothing but sweet despite his saddened condition.

After introducing yourself, you got straight to business. “The sedan will be here soon to take us to the airport. Do you have all your things?”

“Just one more to go.” Wooyoung swung his legs off the bed to walk the half step to the wall socket.

“Freeze.”

Before he could put weight on his feet, Wooyoung stopped in his tracks. Hongjoong's eyes widened at your commanding tone, and he nodded in approval.

Moving to unplug the phone's cord yourself, you handed it to Wooyoung who stashed it in his bag on the bed. Unsure if it was the right tack to take with your charge, you rolled up your trouser leg, revealing a black plastic brace around the calf which was held in place with two Velcro straps over the shin.

Looking at you curiously, Wooyoung joked, “Are you going to kick my ass with your robot leg if I don't behave?”

Hongjoong snorted.

The temptation to say 'yes' was strong, but you resisted, remaining serious instead. “I used to turn my ankle all the time as a child. After so much damage I now have a pinched nerve that requires my foot to be stabilized to keep the pain away. You keep clowning around like that risking reinjury and you might need a Richie brace too.” Realizing you made your orthotic sound like a punishment, you amended, “I love my brace for the mobility it returned to me, but my own dancing career was sidelined and I don't want the same to happen to you. I have been told you are going to need to baby that foot for four to six weeks as it is. Don't let it get worse.”

Wooyoung looked cowed, making you wonder of you had gone too far, but then he grinned a moment later. “I like it when you are firm with me. Everybody else outside the members seems a little intimidated by my idol status and ends up being lenient. No wonder you got this job of babysitting me.”

This time Hongjoong's laugh was far stronger.

Your unexpected skill was far from the reason you had gotten stuck with Wooyoung, but you weren't about to lose face when he was considering behaving, so you let the comment pass without correction.

“I see you are in good hands,” Hongjoong noted. Looking to you he pled, “Please take care of Wooyoung and see him home safe.” He then turned attention again to his member. “We will follow you in a few days. It will go fast. Be good.”

Wooyoung reached from his seated position on the edge of the bed for a hug before departure, but Hongjoong deftly stepped back with the reflexes of both a dancer and someone with a lifetime of avoiding most physical touch. Seeing Wooyoung's face fall, Hongjoong relented and gave a partial embrace. You suspected it would have been warmer without your presence, so you busied yourself wheeling the suitcase to the door and getting Wooyoung's shoes from the entry.

Your own medical history had well prepared you for the role of temporary caregiver. Transfer from bed to wheelchair as lightly on the bad ankle as possible was something you had mastered long ago from the patient side of things, so it was an easy matter to reverse roles this time. After gently placing Wooyoung's shoes on him, you explained how you were going to move your patient with a minimum of stress to his injury. With the newly purchased manual wheelchair now opened and locked in place alongside the bed with footrests swung aside, you asked for permission to touch Wooyoung.

He looked at you with wonder. “I'm so used to staff just touching me for wardrobe and makeup that what you have described won't be a problem. Thank you for asking though. Not everybody would think of my boundaries like that and I appreciate it. I should do the same for you. Are you okay with my hands on your shoulders like you described for the transfer?”

It was now your turn to be awed as you nodded consent. With fans cheering their every move, it would have been easy to become self-centered as an idol. Instead, the two men today had been very thoughtful and humble. Hongjoong had responded immediately to your earlier request to get a belt from Wooyoung's suitcase to make transfer easier. Actually, it had been more of an assignment to the leader of ATEEZ since your attention was solely focused on Wooyoung's needs. Hongjoong had kindly accepted your apology as soon as you realized the mistake.

On the count of three, you gripped the belt and smoothly helped pivot Wooyoung on his good foot to the chair while he held your shoulders for stability. Being so closely face to face with a star like this was unexpected. You had seen Wooyoung's charms in performance videos. In person his charisma was even more impressive. But, that was not why you were here, and it was distracting. In different circumstances you might have welcomed his approach, but not on the job. Still forming the words to ask Wooyoung to tone it down, Hongjoong noticed your quandary and stepped in.

“Your chaperone is working. Can it with the flirty looks.”

Chastened, Wooyoung explained he had unintentionally been in fanservice mode. Taking Hongjoong's advice to heart, he even checked his shirt buttons and secured the last one over his chest. “Sorry, it is a habit,” he admitted.

“I'm taking care of you because it is my job. You don't need to be pleasant to earn it. In fact, it would not surprise me if you feel grumpy or down because of the pain and that is okay.”

Reminded of his need for medication, Wooyoung set an alarm for the next scheduled dose then returned the phone to his pocket. “All set,” he announced. As Hongjoong held the hotel room door open, Wooyoung was given the task of maneuvering the rolling luggage by the handle while you pushed him in the wheelchair. His light bag for the short flight was placed in his lap and your gym bag, the totality of your own luggage for the trip, was already in the transport KQ had rented for the tour.

Hongjoong joined you in the elevator for a final goodbye before heading to the day's activities for the remaining members. Working well as a team already, you successfully transferred Wooyoung and his suitcase into the vehicle then collapsed the wheelchair and placed it in the back. Hopping in, Wooyoung patted the seat at his side and you relented, even though you would be alongside him for the duration of the flight soon enough. With a skill for storytelling, he was soon revealed to be a good travel companion.

“You know, as a trainee before my first international flight the others teased me about what the plane would be like.”

Laughing at the antics of his teammates Seonghwa, Jongho, and his specially noted friend of many years Yeosang made the ride to the airport pass quickly despite thick traffic. Hefting the wheelchair out again, for a moment you wondered if there had been a more convenient way to get Wooyoung off the injured ankle. Back at the dorm he would begin using crutches, perhaps Jongho's on loan until he was fitted for his own, but to make travel less tiring he had agreed to the wheelchair for now.

Once the luggage was checked you made it through the arduous security process for wheelchair users. Wooyoung's jokes and pleasant demeanor kept your own spirits up through preboarding for people with disabilities and their attendants. He appreciated you dealing with the hassle of insisting the wheelchair be stored in the plane's cupboard for that purpose rather than risking damage in the cargo hold.

Now settled, you both pulled out anything needed in flight then stowed bags under the seat. There was a moment of silence before Wooyoung launched into chattiness. He did have a lot to say. Any lull in conversation was filled by facts about ATEEZ and anything else that caught his interest in the moment.

“Did you know Jongho's left ear is higher than the other? He is left-handed too, but I don't think that is related. And Mingi has a mole below his eye but it is only makeup to be like me. Mine is real though. Try and rub it off, you'll see!”

“No, thank you.” You shook your head, dazed by the steady patter. Now that you were getting used to it, it was pleasant though. The constancy of his attractive voice was like gentle rain punctuated by harsher thunder of surprisingly high-pitched cackles that caused other passengers to turn heads.

By the time the plane began a descent toward Seoul, you realized all the warnings about Wooyoung had been for nothing because the two of you got along so well. It turned out your charge was not a troublemaker so much as a nonstop talker. Perhaps Wooyoung's instantly friendly approach might have been off-putting to some of the other employees, but you had not minded his style at all. The conversation had been reciprocal too. Wooyoung had listened attentively in turn, and by the end of your flight you recognized a feeling of warm friendship toward the idol.

Luggage claim went smoothly, but the trip to his dorm was another introduction to disabled life. With ATEEZ scheduled to be in Japan for another week the driving staff was either with the tour or had the time off. Wooyoung fumed when the first rideshare passed you up with a dirty look once they saw his wheelchair. You couldn't help but agree with Wooyoung that the frustrations of dealing with a health problem are compounded by unnecessary grief from other people. Luckily, another person came along soon enough.

Two people, luggage, and a wheelchair were confidently loaded into the vehicle by the able driver. Garrulous as ever despite the wear of travel, Wooyoung had made yet another friend by the time his dorm's building was in sight. With one final transfer to the wheelchair from the car, Wooyoung was back home.

Once you settled him on the couch you checked in with your boss. “Mission accomplished. Is there an aide coming? I don't want to leave Wooyoung alone when he needs to stay off that foot.”

“One should have been there by now. Let me check my messages. Okay, looks like I have some good news and some bad news.”

Having very quickly figured out the bad news, you first decided hear the part you didn't know.

“You are promoted to manager now due to this assignment. You've had a trial by fire and come through with flying colors, and the approval of Wooyoung too by the sound of his glowing texts to San that were passed along.”

You resigned yourself to confirmation of what you already suspected. “And the bad news?”

“Looks like the caregiver booking fell through due to nobody currently available at the agency we usually use. Congratulations, you are assigned Wooyoung full-time for the week until the rest of us get back.”

Overhearing the speakerphone conversation, Wooyoung whooped and let out an effusive, “Bestie!”

You put your gym bag down on the coffee table. Clothes packed for the trip would do just as well for working in the dorm. “I guess I am home now too then.”

The situation actually wasn't so bad. Schedule already cleared while expecting to be in Japan, you had nothing planned outside work. The recently purchased couch of the new dorm looked comfortable enough for keeping yourself available round the clock until other staff returned. It turned out not to be needed, though. Hongjoong offered his own bed one room down the hall once he heard about the situation from Wooyoung. It had taken some convincing on Hongjoong's part, but being better rested to serve Wooyoung was a compelling argument.

Not one to brag, you wouldn't be revealing to anyone you had slept in Hongjoong's bed, as innocent as it was with him still in Japan. At any rate, it was a far better offer than sharing with Wooyoung as he so kindly suggested. You would do a lot for your job, but you wouldn't go that far. While you trusted he would keep his hands to himself despite a tendency toward clinginess, you knew he would keep you up all night with talking and laughter. Fun in other circumstances, but not when you had a week of caregiving work to be well-rested for.

~

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[avengersfantasies]

The Captain's Daughter - 4

Summary: You and Bucky give in to each other.

What to expect: smut, fluff, daddy kink, very brief mention of past sexual assault

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Hearing the desire in his voice, you thrusted your hips back – pressing your ass against his growing bulge.

            “You feel big, Sergeant Barnes,” you giggled, getting off on teasing him.

His hands found their way to your hips, and they gripped you tightly.

            “Bet you’d love to know, huh sweetheart?” He spoke against your ear.

His words and actions were doing something to you. You were starting to soak your sweatpants, but you wanted him to work for it. Even though you wanted nothing else at this moment than for him to take you to bed and fuck you like an animal, you couldn’t help but tease him. Part of you wanted him to beg for you, but at the same time, you wanted him to completely dominate you.

You bit your lip, unable to come up with a good quip.

“What do you want?” Bucky asked deeply, his voice changing and becoming more lust filled. “You still want me to fuck that attitude out of you?” You could only moan in response. “Cause I will, darlin’.” His lips were suddenly on your neck.

“M-My dad,” is all you managed to whimper out, your breathing speeding up at the feeling of his kisses to your neck. “If-If he find—”

“He won’t,” Bucky promised you, his hands holding your hips tighter, and his cock pressing even harder against your lower back. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“So…it’ll be our secret?” you questioned.

“Yes, baby,” he swore. “It’ll be our little secret.”

You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him. “I like it rough,” you told him, kissing his jaw.

“I’ll have you screaming for me, baby girl,” he chuckled, his hands rubbing your sides. “Shaking and begging underneath me,” he continued. “But, you tell me to stop, though, and I will.”

You chuckled against his beard. “I won’t,” you told him. “I want everything you can give me…want you to ruin me.”

He turns the two of you around so that he’s walking you backwards into the one bedroom. “Careful what you wish for, baby,” he warned, taking your shirt off and tossing it to the side. His eyes widened when he saw your breasts. “More beautiful that I thought,” he moaned, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

You returned the action, taking his shirt off and running your hands down his chest and grabbing onto the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Want something, baby?” he asked with a chuckle, backing you up against the brand new bed the two of you had gotten earlier in the day. Taking the opportunity, you turned him with him and pushed him onto the bed on his back.

“Maybe I do, Sergeant,” you replied with a smirk, pulling his sweatpants off his body ever-so slowly. “Can I have what I want?”

“What’s that?”

“To fuck you,” you answered – cupping his large and hard cock through his boxers. “Suck your giant cock…ride you.”

“Shit,” he moaned, tossing his head back. “Go for it, baby girl.”

You took him out of his boxers, throwing the clothing on the floor. You were in awe of his cock. It was beautiful, the most perfect one you had ever seen. It was big, and there was pre-cum seeping from the head. Licking your lips in anticipation, you lay in between his legs, licking the underside of his hard member.

“Fuck!” he panted, his cock twitching at the feeling.

You giggled at his reaction before taking his cock into your mouth painfully slow. You looked up at the veteran, watching his face as you hallowed your cheeks and sucked. His metal fingers tangled in your hair, and you unconsciously moaned at the feeling, causing Bucky to chuckle darkly.

“Oh?” he chuckled. “Someone likes the metal, does she?”

You moaned around his cock, feeling yourself suddenly not want to be in control. He picked up on your change of demeanor, and he began thrusting upwards – choking you with his cock.

“Get those pants off,” he ordered, and you complied. “Damn, baby,” he moaned, “no panties? So bad.” You nodded around his dick and continued to bob your head up and down in rhythm with his thrusting. You were so lost in his taste, that you almost didn’t notice that he was moving you. “Gotta have a taste of this pussy,” he spoke deeply, moving you so that you were facing his feet, and your pussy was over his face. “God, it’s so damn beautiful,” he praised, his finger starting to play with your soaked pussy. “Looks so tight and perfect...Tell me baby girl…how many people have tasted this pussy?”

You held up a number zero with your hand.

“Zero?” he said in surprise and then chuckled, placing kisses on your inner thighs. “Well, if I ruin you for other men, then your number will always be one.”

You moaned around his cock in response, gasping when you felt him pull your cunt down onto his tongue. His tongue teased your entrance before dipping inside for a taste.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” he praised. “Gonna make this pussy weep for me.”

He wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit, moaning into you as you brought your hand down to play with his balls. He grabbed your ass, moving you around on his face. You picked up on what he was doing, and you started to ride his face.

“That’s my good girl,” he hummed. “Ridin’ my face like that.”

He sucked your clit gently, trying to figure out what you liked. When you felt his metal finger slip into you, you gasped, sucking him harder and needing him to explode in your mouth.

“Keep workin’ that mouth, baby,” he panted. “Got me so close.”

You rode his tongue and sucked his cock as hard and fast as you could, both of your orgasms lurking around the corner. He curled his finger perfectly against your g-spot, and the tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat – sending both of you over the edge and into your orgasms. You moaned against each other, drinking everything from each other. He tasted sweet like fruit. You could only image how you tasted, but based on the sounds he was making, it must taste good. Both of your moans were sinful and filthy – each of you praising the other.

You climbed off him and turned around, straddling his lap and bending down to kiss him. You tasted yourselves on the other’s tongue, both of you enjoying the lingering aromas and flavors.

Bucky looked up at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Sure you wanna do this?” he asked, making sure you had a chance to back out. You nodded and kissed him. “Need words, baby.”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, not even thinking about the pet name.

He moaned at the name, causing you to realize what you said. “I like the sound of that,” he chuckled. His hands held either side of your face. “Is this your first time?”

You looked down, ashamed of what your answer was going to be. You knew you had to answer him, though. “Willingly, yes,” you spoke softly.

His eyes softened, and he kissed your lips softly. He didn’t need an explanation, but if you wanted to talk to him about it, he’d be there. He knew, however, what HYDRA was capable of, and he remembered everything he’d been put through. You knew that he knew what it was like, and you found comfort in that. “If you want to stop, tell me, alright?”

You nodded. “Same goes for you.”

            He stroked his cock, holding it so you could slide down on him. You slid down slowly, and he let you take your time. The way he stretched you was a delightfully painful feeling.

            “So fuckin’ tight,” he moaned, tossing his head back on the pillows. “Such a little pussy…all mine.”

            “Yes, daddy,” you panted, sheathing him completely inside you. “All yours.”

He chuckled. “Love when you call me that, baby girl,” he said, his hands holding your hips and helping you to ride him. “That’s a good girl,” he praised. “Ridin’ me so good.”

“Feels amazing,” you said into the sloppy kiss you were sharing. “Addicted to this cock already.”

You sped up, your pace becoming steady and fast. He thrusted up when you slid down and vice versa – pounding up into your soaking pussy. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed the still-empty room, and your moans bounced off the walls. Pulling you down to him, he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples while one of his hands played with the other.

“Like my boobs, Sergeant?” you asked with a chuckle.

“I like your everything, baby.” He sat up and smacked your ass. “Like this ass, too.”

Suddenly, he changed the position, putting you on your hands and knees and holding your head down into the soft mattress. His hands massaged your ass as he slid back into your cunt.

“Maybe you’ll let me fuck it one day, huh?” he asked against your ear. The thought of him filling all your holes made you wild, and you could only keen at the thought. “Gonna take care of this pussy first, though.”

He set a brutally pleasurable pace, his balls slapping against your clit as he pounded your throbbing core. You screamed into the pillows, but he quickly threw them off the bed and smacked your ass.

“You don’t hide your sounds from me, baby,” he ordered. He had clearly taken on the dominate role. “You let me hear them.”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned, turning your head to the side and letting him hear your sounds of pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, right there!” you screamed. “Oh my god, daddy! Right there! Fuck…Bucky!”

His metal hand gripped the back of your head, and he pulled you up to his chest, holding you there with his flesh hand as the metal one wrapped around your neck. You gasped in response, feeling the metal fingers tighten around your throat.

“Just like that, Sergeant,” you moaned through a strained voice. “Fuck, you make me feel so good…never want you to stop.”

He chuckled in your ear, his pace never slowing. “I’ll fuck you for days on end, baby,” he promised.

Bucky turned your head so that he could kiss you. You moaned and sucked on his tongue lightly, feeling your walls start to clench and tighten.

“Gonna come, Sergeant,” you said through panting breaths.

He chuckled and sucked a hickey on your neck. “Then come,” he demanded. “Cover my cock, make a mess on me, baby.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” you argued, trying as hard as you could to fight your orgasm off.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, changing the position again so that you were on your back and he was on top, “you think I’m gonna stop after having you come once?” You looked up at him, the fucked-out look on your face making him pound you harder. “No, baby girl,” he continued, throwing your legs over his shoulders, “I’ll have you come until you’re begging me to stop…then I’ll finish.”

He lifted your hips up so that his cock hit that spot deep inside, and within seconds, you were scratching his chest and screaming his name. Coming undone around him harder than you ever had before.

“Bucky!” you screamed out, your body shaking from the pleasure. He held your hips down so he could continue his brutal pace. “Fuck! Oh my God!” You felt yourself squirt on him, and he looked down to admire the mess you made.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised you, gathering your arousal on his metal finger before holding it up to your lips. You maintained eye contact as you opened your mouth and grabbed his finger, moaning at the taste of yourself. “So fuckin’ hot, baby.”

He smirked, and his metal hand was wrapped around your neck once again, his flesh hand rubbing circles on your throbbing clit. It didn’t take long to send you over the edge again…and again…and again. He had your legs spread so wide, his hands pushing your legs towards your chest, that you felt like he would rip you in two if this went on much longer. You were shaking under him, your writhing limited thanks to his hold.

“B-Buc-Bucky!” you cried out, coming once again just as hard as before. “Buck!” Tears were streaming down your face, but Bucky didn’t know if they were from pain or pleasure. They were truly a mix of both, but he trusted that you’d tell him when enough was enough. “James!” you cried out. “Can’t…anymore,” you panted.

You used his first name. You used his first name when you were being serious with him.

            “Okay, baby,” he agreed. “Where you want me?”

You held him close as he fucked you fast. “In-Inside,” you answered, wrapping your legs around him.

“So close, baby girl,” he told you, knowing that you were getting to the point of being overstimulated. “Kiss me.”

You pulled him down and captured his lips. The two of you shared a sloppy kiss full of tongue and teeth as he exploded inside of you.

“Fuck! Holy shit!” he roared, feeling you come undone around him for the last time as he came deep inside. “Shit, baby!”

The two of you were panting as you rode out your shared orgasm, holding each other close. When he softened, he pulled out and lay next to you.

“Holy shit,” you chuckled, covering your face.

“Well, don’t get embarrassed now,” he laughed, resting on one elbow and laying on his side, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Kinda too late for that, don’t ya think?” You smiled and looked over at him. “I’ll go start a bath for us.”

You watched the super soldier as he walked into the small ensuite, blushing hard at the large scratch marks going down his back.

            You lay between his legs, your head resting against his chest as the two of you soak up to warm bubble bath.

            “This feels amazing,” you sighed contently.

            Bucky kissed your head. “What does, sweetheart?”

You place your hand over his on your chest. “Everything,” you smiled. “You, me…us.”

“Us?” Bucky questioned. “Is there an ‘us’?” He leaned up to look at you in the eyes. He was feeling hopeful that you’d tell him there was.

You turned your head to look at him. “I’d like to think there is,” you spoke softly. “We won’t be a normal couple…running and hiding from HYDRA.”

He laced his fingers with yours. “Well, Loki is coming tomorrow to put a concealment spell on the bunker,” he reminded you. “Maybe we don’t have to run. Maybe we make this our permanent home.”

You smiled softly. “Maybe.”

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[serpensofanville]

OOC Post - fanfic

Currently struggling to decide on Benecia's starter.

My current idea is that, depending on how the protagonists get their starter, is that she does gain one, but latter on - possibly one in conflict with its trainer (as a result of its middle evolution not being what they expected? it would tie in with Serpens' ideology, and show its influence on Cia).

So if she's doing a Hop, who will be her Wooloo? I'm thinking one of the new Pokemon of this gen.

Serpens' will have B.B, though he'll be more of a semi-active member, and Rocket, because until the August 3rd trailer I thought Rocket would be the only Resident to come with Serpens, and I really want to keep my planned interactions between her and Cia.

Hmm.... maybe Rocket can be Cia's unofficial starter....

#serpensofanville #pokemon #pokémon #pkmn #pkmn rp #fanfic ideas #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #rocket will be the overly energetic pet benecia is trying to handle #serpens half-heartedly helps #he's just accepted rocket's antics #b.b just looks on

[thatsalrightprettymama]

Should've Known You'd Bring Me Heartache

A/N: @smbonilla2002 I finally finished it, but here's your fic request! I hope you enjoy and it's the angst you wanted. This is pure angst, no fluff, no comfort, just hurt 😂. I can't believe that people actually like my little fanfic stories, especially enough to request something lol. I can't believe the response I got on ALADATPO, and I'm also realizing that due to using lyrics from songs I listen to while writing, or the song the fics about, I'm making Fall Out Boy length titles lol 😂🤣. I got the title of this fic from the song "Almost Lover" by A Fine Frenzy I really hope you all enjoy this fic as well. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, and while it's not proofread I did slightly edit it using Word's editor setting lol. I apologize for any mistakes.

Warning: Angst, cussing?

Word Count:3.1K

 In the tightest red dress, you owned you walked into Club Handy with one simple mission, you were going to drown your heartache or drink till you blacked out; you didn’t care which one happened first. As your heels stalked onto the main floor you shoot BB a smile, waving when he nods in your direction. You quickly make a B- Line to the bar, smiling at the familiar bartender Sammy. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in! I ain’t seen you in a minute doll, how’ve you been?” He asks with a smile as you pull a stool out to sit on. “I’ve been better, and I’m sure I’ve been worse.” You answer lightly keeping your smile, refusing to think anything other than your personal mission. “I’ve missed you Sammy, but I’ve missed your old-fashions a bit more.” You quip with a smile as he chortles and nods. “Alright then missy, I’ll get ya one served up. “He tells you as he grabs a glass, you smile and watch him make your drink before sliding it to you.

Taking it, you sweetly thank him before turning around to watch the crowd as you start on your first drink. You sip down your drink, ignoring the burn as you watch the sea of people dance and twirl. It’s not long before you finish that drink and turn to ask Sammy for another one. By the time you finish your third drink you decided that you’re gonna add having fun to your mission. Catching the eye of a tall blonde, brown-eyed boy, you decided to go over and ask for a dance. He looked the total opposite of Elvis, and when you started to dance with him you realized he was the opposite of Elvis in a lot of things besides just looks. He didn’t have much rhythm, stepping on your toes a few times as you two danced. His attempt at smooth lines sounding cheesy, but he was a bit cute, and you wanted fun. After a few songs you drag him to the bar as you two get some more drinks.

You teasingly flirt with the young man as you two take a pause to drink before he drags you back onto the dancefloor when you finish your drink. After a bit though, you drunkenly get bored of him and also a bit tired of having your dogs stepped on, you shake him in the crowd and go back for another drink. Unaware that from his corner B.B.’s been keeping an eye on you the whole night. Biting his lip he watches you at the bar, wandering how drunk you planned on getting that night. He glances at the clock and decides if he doesn’t see chill out soon, he was gonna call EP. He was terrified that you were gonna find yourself trouble getting this drunk alone.  You smile gratefully at Sammy as he hands you your drink, turning to watch the crowd again as you drink. Sipping you fully enjoy your buzz as the alcohol makes you feel happier than you had in weeks, warm and flushed. With a dopey smile you watch the crowd as you quickly finish your drink, raising you glass to signal another you sway to the music as you resume watching the crowd.

As you sway to the beat you catch the eye of another guy. You basically begin a routine as the night drags. You’ll find a guy to keep your drunken attention span for a few dances, and then go back to the bar for another drink and to search for the new one. You continue it for a few more hours, consuming more drinks as you let the alcohol start to take every care away, and let’s warm fuzzy buzz take over your mind.  Though still unknown to you B.B. watches from his corner, the worry in his gut get worse as the clock ticks by.  B.B. had seen you cut loose in Club Handy before, but never like this. This wasn’t you; he couldn’t help but think as you twirled around with guy after guy, and down drink after drink. Though his gut drops as he sees the man you were dancing with a few moments ago follow you to the bar and grab your shoulder.  In that instant he decides the night’s went on long enough for you, he needs to call EP.  As he excuses himself from the table, he stalks across Club Handy toward the phone he knew Mama Thornton had in the back.

You’re waiting for your next drink when you feel a hand grab your shoulder, “You think you can just tease me without giving me anything.” The angry drunken man tells you as you turn, easily lighting your anger in your drunken state. “I think I can have fun and not owe you or any man a damn thing.” You bite at the man, getting Sammy’s attention from his spot down the bar. “Listen you little tease, I bought you a drink, I danced with your drunk ass, and I deserve something for my trouble,” He sleazily tells you, his nostrils flaring with his temper. Your drunkenly wonder why you danced with a man so ugly before you tell him hotly, “You ain’t special. You’re just another jack to play with. Obviously a dull one if I ain’t takin’ ya home.” You watch as a snarl flashes upon his face as he spits out. “You little teasin’ whore!” In your drunken state, you raise your hand and slap the man across the face without thinking.

As the man raises his arm, Sammy seemingly comes out of nowhere saving you as he grabs the guy from behind. Drawing more attention to your confrontation as he tells him, “No one talks to Lil Birdie like that, or tries to touch her. You’re night at Club Handy’s over.” The man tries to get out of his hold as Sammy leads him out of the club. As your chest hammers, and you feel yourself get hot from the alcohol and attention, you hear Sammy tell him, “Stop, fightin’ or you’ll be banned. Leave.” You jump out of your skin when you feel another hand on your shoulder. Turning your head, your gut drops when you see B.B., one of Elvis’s best friends. “Lil Birdie, I think you need to follow me in the back room and have some water.” He tells you firmly, and while his words might sound like he’s suggesting it, but his tone is commanding it. Biting your lip, you allow the familiar man led you to Mama Thornton’s office.

Drunkenly following him, you try your best to ignore the stares as you start to realize how much of a full you’ve made of yourself.  Thankfully it’s not long before you two reach the door of the back office, it’s thickly quiet as B.B. leads you into the room. Hanging your head, you wobbly go to the couch and sit as he pours you a glass of water. “Thank you.” You smally tell him as he hands you the glass, missing the sad look in the man’s eyes as he looks at you. “Lil Birdie, what the hell was all that?” B.B. softly asks, breaking the silence after you’ve taken a few sips of water. “I ain’t ever seen you like that.”  He comments as you bite your lip, alcohol in your system allowing your emotions to easily build up. “Me makin’ a fool outta myself.” You answer dejectedly, still refusing to meet his gaze as he secretly keeps you in the office for the ride, he’s called you.

“Little birdie, I know all that was more than just being a drunken fool.” He tells you as he sits in the chair in front of you, your emotions bubbling more under your skin as you sit there. “I just wanted one-night B.B., one night where I was Lil Birdie again. That I was myself again and having fun. “You thickly answer as you stare at your water, feeling your throat tighten. “I wanted one night where I wasn’t thinking about my heart ache, one night where I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself, or wondering why I’m not enough.”  You drunkenly admit, opening up to him as you felt your eyes begin to sting. You take another sip of water as you lean back into the couch. “You know what the fucked-up part is?” You ask him rhetorically as you lean your head back against the back of the couch. “That no matter how many men I danced with, eventually I’d start thinking about how despite it being what I wanted when I approached em’, that they weren’t Elvis.” You tell him as you stare up at the ceiling, unable to stop the tears welling up in your eyes as B.B. watched the scene with a kicked gut, while he was right to call someone for you, maybe he shouldn’t have called EP.

“Oh Birdie. I’m sorry your hurtin’ like this, but you can’t fix it by getting drunk and starting bar fights.” He tells you softly, attempting to lighten the mood slightly with his joke as he gets up to sit beside you. “All that’s gonna do is lead to more trouble and pain.” He tells you wisely as lift your head up, and seeing the friendly caring eyes of B.B. “I know, I know B.B. but I’m just so tired of feeling this hurt.” You brokenly admit as your mascara smears from your tears. “It’s been four months B.B. and I still feel the same since the moment he ripped my heart out of me.”  You confess as you lean your head against his shoulder, looking for any type of comfort. “I just don’t know what to do B.B., I can’t seem to move on from him.” You brokenly admit as he wraps a comforting arm around you, unknown to you that Elvis had just arrived outside the club, confused and worried over B.B.’s call still.

“I can’t escape him either, he haunts me everywhere.” You continue to tearfully admit as your mascara runs down your face. “He’s everywhere B.B.! I can’t listen to the radio, watch tv, or hell even walk downtown without seeing or hearing him!” You tearfully exclaim as he continues to try to comfort you, hoping you let it all out before EP gets here. Though a part of him wants EP to see this, while he was Elvis’s friend first, he grew to care for you like a little sister as he got to know you, and he didn’t like seeing you so hurt. As Elvis walks into the club, He waves at Sammy and quickly makes his way to the familiar office room when he sees Sammy throw his head toward that direction. “It’s hard to forget Elvis Presley when the whole world’s obsessed over his poison.” He hears you thickly say, the alcohol making your words start to slur some. As Elvis turns the corner, he feels his chest squeeze at the sight of you against B.B. with red eyes and smeared make-up.

While you were too into your feelings, and the alcohol dulling your senses some, you don’t hear Elvis’s steps. Unaware of the man at the doorway you continue to cry to B.B. , “Cause one thing this pain’s made me realize B.B. Is that he is poison. A slow one, but still deadly. “You start your drunken and heartbroken monologue, still unaware of Elvis at the door watching and listening to your every word. “He consumes you completely. He seeps into your mind, body, and soul with his sweet words and his false hopes. He makes you feel like you’re his only one, and you believe it. He makes you feel that all those songs were right about love, and he makes you believe love is true. He makes you believe that you are beautiful, and you believe that lie too.  The whole time you’re getting caught up in him, he’s rotting you from the inside out with all those pretty lies. “You cry to B.B. as he squeezes you closer to him as the sobs start to break free.

The whole time at the doorway Elvis felt his heart fall to pieces hearing your words and hearing the pure pain in your voice. Ironically, he never wanted to hurt you, but while you deserved the world, he could now give you with his career shooting off, you deserved to have someone there and not keeping you waiting; or at least that’s what he thought. Watching you shove your smeared face into B.B.’s shoulder and hearing your sobs, maybe his Mama was right, and he was a damned fool for letting you go. Though he's pulled out of his thoughts as he watched you lift your head up and finally see him. His heart feels like shattered glass when he sees your red pain-filled eyes glance at him, before drunken anger flashes through them.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You spit as you wipe your eyes, the sight of him not only hurting you more but also pissing you off in your drunken state. You pull yourself out of B.B.’s arms and slide to the corner of the couch as you shoot him a hurt and angry look while asking, “Did you call him? What you thought it’d be entertaining to get me to talk about how broken I am, just to break me more?” Your words eating away at both men as you hug yourself. “I thought you were being MY friend.” You spit at B.B. as he bites his lip and dips his head. “Lil birdie, I- “B.B. goes to say before you angrily interrupt him. “No, you let me cry my pain out to you, knowing that the cause of it was coming.” You spit as more hurt bubbles with your anger.

“Listen Y/N, don’t be mad at B.B., he was being your friend when he- “Elvis softly tries to tell you, trying to ignore the painful sting digging into his chest from the scene. “No! You don’t get to take up for him! You don’t get to come in and play hero like your Captain Fucking Marvel boy, when you’re the reason I’m like this!” You drunkenly yell at Elvis as you get up, tears sliding from your eyes again as the emotional storm buzzes through your veins with the alcohol. Stumbling you get up off the couch, as you look at Elvis with a fire in your eyes. All your pain from the last three months squeezing your chest and lighting an anger in you as you finally see the man you’ve cried yourself to sleep over for the past four months stand in your view. “If I knew you were just sickly-sweet poison instead of the sweet honey you presented yourself as, I would’ve never fucking said yes to going to that carnival. “You spit at him, your words hitting him like razors as he sees the pain behind the anger in your eyes.

“I would have never said yes, I would never feel the hole in my chest, and I would never made the biggest regret in my life. Loving you.” You continue to spit at Elvis as he stands, biting his plump lip as you shatter his heart more. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you were supposed to have moved onto some other Jack that could be there and give you everything you deserve, he wasn’t supposed to see you and feel his bones ache with regret and guilt. His blue eyes watch as you stumble closer to him, and a small part of him thinks even with red puffy eyes and smeared mascara you still looked beautiful. “I don’t care if B.B. called you to get me, but I sure as hell ain’t leaving with you. “You angrily tell him as you stand in front of him at the door. Willing yourself not to think about how beautiful his eyes looked, or how nice his arms would feel around you instead of at his side. “Y/N, it’s drunk and it’s late. Just let me take you home, and you never have to see me again.” Elvis tells you after swallowing a lump, his deep voice thick with emotion as he stares at you, seeing the mess he’s made.

Despite your anger and hurt a small voice tells you that they’re right just go and end this horrible night and go back to the pity party that’s become your life again tomorrow. You ignore the voice and shake your head. “No, you don’t get to waltz in and out of my life like it’s easy just cause you’re Elvis Presley.” You spit at him as you look into his blue sad eyes. “I don’t care how late it is, or how drunk I am. I’m not getting in a car with you.” You tell him angrily as you try to push past him, biting your lip when you feel his large hand gently grasp your shoulder. His hand leaving a burning ache on your skin before you shrug it off you. “Don’t touch me.” You spit as his hand falls from your shoulder as you stare at the wall, refusing to turn back as the night finally starts to take its toll and wear you down. “I’ll find a taxi or walk home, either way I’m not getting in that car with you Elvis, and I mean it.” You spit as you try to hold onto your anger instead of letting your pain bubble over like it wants to. “I hate you Elvis Presley, and I wish I never met you.” You angerly spit the lie out to the man behind you before you start to drunkenly stalk across the floor and toward the exit, not looking back and missing the crushed look that appears on Elvis’s face as he watches you walk away.  As your words crush what was left of his heart, he watches you leave as tears blur his vision before you slip out of the doors. “What did I do B.B.? “Elvis brokenly asks as he watches the doors you just slipped out of, your words ringing in his head as B.B. quietly walks up behind him and comfortably pats his friend’s shoulder. “You broke two hearts it seems, and clipped Little Birdie’s wings.” B.B. tells him softly as he stares at the doors with him while you drunkenly walk the sidewalks home, hugging yourself as tears smear the mascara more down your face.

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[dorothy-troyanovsky]

Hi everyone again. And today I will post another fanfic! If you want, you can send me ideas in private messages.

~ Echoes of the past ~

Beautiful summer night. She wrapped the town of Mineral Wells like a duvet. There is no one on the street anymore - all the residents are in beautiful houses and have wonderful dreams.

And there was peace and quiet in the Magic Shop. But one person couldn't sleep that night. The man's name is Carter Lock. Unfortunately, the boy is haunted by nightmares, and they are all connected with his past. After all, what the boy went through, you will not wish even the worst person. He was often starved, the boy and his "uncle" slept on the street. And the worst thing was: Uncle Sly forced him to steal, and every time he refused, Sly could insult the boy with the most unflattering words, and even beat him. Despite the fact that he now has a house, a comfortable bed, delicious food and, eventually, a family, he could not stop being afraid.

"What if Uncle Sly finds him here and takes him away? "

The boy abruptly got out of bed and began to walk around the room. He tried to calm down, but panic began to consume Carter, and at the same time, he began to breathe sharply and quickly, and his heart was pounding wildly. His eyes, like a clear sky, were covered with a veil of tears. In a panic, the boy accidentally knocked over a chair, but this noise was enough for the head of the family to wake up.

- What's going on? Dante thought, putting on soft slippers. The wizard left the room and listened.

- It was kind of from Carter's room.....I need to see if he's okay.

After the battle with B.B. Bosso, the boy moved to the Vernon family, because it turned out that Carter was Dante's nephew. However, Mr. Vernon noticed that Carter was getting bags under his eyes every day. Dante was asking him :

"Carter, my boy, is everything all right?"

Even the "misfits" were interested in his condition, but Carter waved him off, they say :

- It's okay, I'm fine.

Finally, when he came to the room and opened the door, he was really scared. The boy was sitting on the floor and trembling, tears were flowing from his eyes and it seemed that he was suffocating. He also hugged his shoulders too tightly.

Vernon immediately rushed to his nephew, after closing the door, sat down next to him and hugged him.

- Carter, Carter!- Dante called him , but the boy did not hear him, because there was such a ringing in his ears that you could hear it for kilometers. But then the boy realized that he was being hugged and held tightly in gentle, strong hands. Then he came to his senses.

- Uncle Dante.....what happened? The boy asked, not understanding.

- I couldn't sleep, so I decided to check on you.- the wizard replied. He was still holding his nephew in his arms.

- I see....- the boy understood everything, it was he who woke him up, but the boy did not want this. Tears started rolling down his cheeks again. Noticing this, the magician began to calm the boy.

-It's all right, my boy, I'm here. I will always be there for you.

Surely you thought that Dante would ask about Carter's fears? No. He figured it out himself. After a prolonged tantrum, the boy finally fell asleep.

Dante wanted to put him to bed and go to the bedroom, but he could not leave the child in such a state.

- If you were here...... Lyle ......

The wizard picked up the sleeping child and left the room. He was walking down the hall to his bedroom when his husband, James, met him.

- What happened? -The other Mr. Vernon asked. He was clearly agitated.

- He had a nightmare. Let him sleep with us tonight? the magician asked.

- of course. -James replied and kissed Dante on the cheek, then stroked the boy's hair.

-Thank you, James,-Dante said, and the three of them went into the bedroom.

Today Carter fell asleep in the arms of his loved ones and until the morning he will no longer be disturbed by the echoes of the past.

#magic misfits #carter locke #dante vernon #the other mr veron #angst

[slayingqueenchal]

Slayingqueenchal / ladorischl writers guide

How to write, about my account and I, and more!

This contains :

About my account

Rules

Character I write for

Get to know me

Writers supports writers

Report a copycat

Writing style

Book recommendations

How books can effect your works

Writing journey

Opinions about j.k rowling

How to write, a guide from slayingqueenchal

You and writing against a busy world

About my account :

Heyy, maybe you're confused on why I'm posting this, but it's just a bit of a heads up for my account.

As some of you know, I've lost my email for this acc and somehow I still have access to it. I've decided that, I won't make any backups, and if I do lose this acc my writing style, and name would be similar. (If I do make another acc)

But feel free to unfollow since I have a lot, I mean A LOT of things to do, like uni, work, and a lot more stuff more relevant than this.

I won't stop posting! But I'll post less, and I'll be active too.

Rules :

Im not the kind to set up rules, but here it is

Always taking requests, but if they don't follow the rules, i won't make them

I now do smut fanfiction.

If you already asked another person in Tumblr to make a fanfic about the same character with the same idea, either tell me who they are (so I could tag them) or don't request it

Im not writing a fanfic about anybody ( as in irl) who are uncomfortable with fanfic

I accept requests of characters/person of any genders!

Maybe those are the rules for now, but thank you for being here this far! I want to show you the characters that I write for

Enola holmes

Tewkesbury

ST

Steve H (unpopular)

HP (MARAUDERS, GOLDEN TRIO ERA)

Sirius b

Regulus a.b

James f.p

Remus j.l( most popular)

LOTR

Draco l.m

Ronald w.

Frodo b (least popular)

MARVEL

James b.b

Marc s., Steven g., Jake l.

IRL

Timothee c

Avatar

Loak

Neteyam

Hunger games

Finnick o.

Feel free to tell me if you want to take a fanfic down, (though you have to tell me why, example : you made a similar fanfic and you're not okay with mind, etc)

I occasionally take a week or two breaks so, don't be surprised if I'm gone and suddenly appear, but other than that, thankyou for reading this, I hope you enjoy my writings!

Get to know me :

My name is Doris, hello, I'm a delusional 21 y/o who writes fanfic for herself and other delusional people 🤗

Writers support writers :

If you want a little help, if you think you wrote something really interesting and you think you want more people to see it, send me the link through 'ask' and I'll reblog it.

This doesn't mean all of the posts I reblog are requested, all of them are amazing requested or not requested, I just have this idea and thought this was amazing and helpful <3

Report a copycat :

If you notice someone's fanfic is mine, I would appreciate if you send it through 'ask' or tag me, but if you see a similar one, but not the same, let it slide

And this is not just for me, all writers appreciate if you tell them someone copied their precious works

Writing style :

Personally, I could rarely read first person perspective, and many people have that same problem.

I write with second person perspective, I can't write third person, but, I read both, and reading actual book and other fics

Book recommendations :

First of all, for a person who writes fanfics I barely read books, but there's are my favourites.

Chronicles of narnia, harry Potter series, lotr series, the picture of dorian gray, and a lot of classics.

How books can effect your works :

Books can make a huge difference in your writing.

Like I said I couldn't read first person perspective, but, surprisingly, I used to always read first person perspective.

But one book, or, well, fanfic, could change it. A long book could change what you're used to, you just have to get used to it!

Writing journey :

Draco malfoy. Draco started my writing journey, started from cringe worthy stories I write in my notes app, to actually publishing it here.

Draco malfoy was an asshole, I thought, then I thought of the boy who lived. One faithful day I decided to read a fic in wattpad. Changed my life.

It started with 'The boy who loved By ScribblingQuils' that was long. But that was and always is the best fic I've ever read.

And, because it was long, and it took me like, almost three months to read it (slow reader girlie) it changes how I read other fanfics, and I think that's a good thing, a new era isn't it.

Opinions about j.k rowling :

I'm gonna play devils advocate, and go to both sides

J.K side, for me, she's a hard working women, and she's more of the older side of the spectrum and I get why shes not that open minded about trans.

Our side, just because she's old, that doesn't mean she has to hate them, and she's just quite controversial, and sometimes money grabbing

How to write, a guide from slayingqueenchal :

So, there's so many ways to write. But, I like a more poetical turn. A classic-yet modern writing style.

Like, some times not using very, ex : very angry to enraged, said to chatted, big to tremendous.

Even though these big words some times are hard to understand, it just makes anything you write less dead.

Imagine reading a book

Lucy walks into the big castle, only to find her brother very angry. "You're very angry! You're not thinking straight! " Said Lucy. "Oh I'm not mad, lu" Said the boy.

It's so boring, well, not so, but it's just less interesting to read. Compare that to this.

As Lucy walks through the dark tremendous castle, anxious at what might comes next. Her breathing became faster, Her sword in front of her hand ready if anything tries to attack her. Nothing. Silence. Absolute silence. Until, she heard a laugh.

"Mason? Mason? Mason is that you" Lucy gasped, dropping her sword. Mason stood up, and walked closer to her, getting closer to whisper in her ears "Hello, sister". That voice, haunted Lucy for years. Lucy finally met his dead brother. "Alive, and well" Smiled the long haird boy.

"You left me there, ALONE! " Mason screamed, his veins showing. "I didn't mean to! ", " Of course! of course! " The boy laughed. Out of the blue, Mason slapped her on the face. "You're furious, this is mad! You're not thinking straight! ". Slowly, the boy grins " Oh, I'm not mad lu, this is just the start"

Might not be the best, but it still has more dimension than the first one. The trick is to imagine that you're actually in that world. Is it cold? Is it a small place or a big place? Is it dark? Is there magic in your world? Does everyone have magic? Does the magic hurts those who uses it? Potions? Can magic backfire? Whole loads of things to imagine.

Now I'm not going to explain everything but, these accounts on Instagram might help.

anyawritess, sophieporaykowrites,leewritess,selenewritess,schoolofplot, writing.storyteller

These accounts make writing way more aesthetic and less boring, so enjoy!

You and writing against a busy world :

Managing time can be tiring. But it's fine to take a break. Both one day break, or one year break. It's fine. Take a break. If you need some fresh air out of a fandom or writing, take a break, and if life seems a bit too hard, take a break. Readers will respect your decision, and you can comeback any time you want. The key is taking a break, and don't worry about it too much. For a lot of us writing is not a job, it's a hobby and a gift, and don't you dare exhaust your self because of this.

[starbornsoulrider]

“Ever since we freed Anne, I’ve had this lingering feeling- this feeling that I’m supposed to know her, to remember her. But I don’t... and it’s frustrating. Not only that, but I don’t have the ability to protect her. I feel so powerless.”

“I know, but do you truly think that using the clover will fix all of that?”

“I don’t know for sure. But... I’m so tired of feeling like the answers are being dangled over my head. My memories, what Anne meant to me... In my heart, this feels like the only way to reach them. Whenever I see her, I feel like a piece of my life is missing... Maybe in a different circumstance, I would’ve wanted to stay like this. But right now, I don’t feel like I’ve been reborn and started a new life, I just feel like I picked up where I left off and I don’t even know what happened before. All of this is so familiar... and I want to know why. I want to feel complete again, but as long as I’m left clueless about who I was or who Anne was to me I don’t think I can...”

“I... I understand. I... have a friend who’s in a similar predicament. Just to be absolutely certain- are you really ready to go through with this? There won’t be any turning back. There’s no shame in changing your mind. The others will understand.”

“I know. But I’ve had enough of my memories and sense of who I am being just out of reach. I’m the Sun Guardian, and I’m ready to embrace that title.”

———

part of a fanfic I’m writing where I try to give Concorde more characterization and also try to explore a little into how reincarnation affects the Guardians, as well as some slight OC development

This conversation is between Concorde and B.B right after the “On the trail of Anne” quest

#sso #star stable #star stable online #my art #babyboy #sso oc #concorde #my writing

[blazeberrychaos]

Ok so I’ve decided to make a cuphead fanfic revolving around my characters. So before we get to the cast here are some stuff about my version of inkwell

Inkwell Woods~

Since there already is an Isle 4 so i have decided that to make this inkwell woods which is located on the main three isles but it’s separated by a die house like the other isles but on the other end of the die house is a very well built bridge,at the end of that bridge is Inkwell woods!

Inkwell Hell~

Ok so my version of inkwell hell is basically normal inkwell hell but there are a couple of…score boards,what are those score boards for? It tells you from 1st place to very last place who is the most dangerous person and it shows where they are the minute someone walks in so their score is on there when they walk in basically!

And the rest of inkwell is basically the same!

Anywho on to the CAST!!! YAY!!

Misty Flame:

~he is a rather…aggressive animatronic

~he is also a murder…and is one of the reasons people usually go missing in Inkwell woods

~possessed by 6 lost souls,who also happened to be kids (i know i know very FNAF like)

~he…uhh…he basically eats his victims mostly when they’re dead but sometimes eats them alive…

~also on the score board he actually knocked the devil down to 2nd place and took his spot as 1st place (i will get to why he is in the fanfic)

Maura:

~not from hell despite other people saying such

~also hates the fact that people always say that she is from hell

~she is sassy

~also VERY moody

~dating Allison

~not exactly friendly to others…other than her family and girlfriend

~also a murder (most of these characters are murders unless is state it as such)

~also in the photo she has a demon tail i just forgot to add it

Claws:

~another murder

~very mischievous

~has a bit of a staring problem

~has a crush on Virus

Hunter:

~yes…another murder

~not very talkative

~uses an oversized bow and arrow

~very quick thinking

~also very fast in speed

~can fly as well

Blink:

~ok i know you are tired of this but i am listing the murderers first to get them out of the way

~she kills people with a crossbow

~has a crush on Hunter

~very vocal

Bloody Thorn (aka Bloody.T):

~doesn’t talk much

~dating Bloody Brandon

~doesn’t kill as much as the others but still kills from time to time

~loves roses

Bloody Brandon (aka B.B):

~dating Bloody.T

~very talkative so he usually speaks up for Bloody.T when he can’t

~….also a god damn murder

~drinks straight up blood!

~loves toast with blood orange jelly

Blindspot:

~completely eyeless

~he isn’t a murder at all but he can and will bite…he also eats humans like Misty does so whenever Misty kills someone he usually goes there to eat with him

~he can run very fast…if he wanted to

~despite his atrocious eyesight he has amazing smell and hearing

~doesn’t really talk but barks,growls,and whines

~also needs Stitches to get around

Stitches:

~a very insane person…put this man in a MENTAL HOSPITAL!!!IN A PADDED ROOM!!!

~laughs a lot for no reason

~he kills people with an axe

~likes music and can sometimes be seen using an electric guitar

~loves comedy

Patches:

~he kills people with a spear

~he loves watching horror films

~has a crush on Hazard

~doesn’t fear death at all

….ok so this going to be part 1/?

Because I’m on mobile and i can only put 10 photos in here so stay tuned

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