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levisgirll · 3 years

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How about one where levi comforts his s/o on her birthday? She maybe doesn't feel as important or not good enough? My bday is actually coming up and im a bit anxious for it and i tend to cry on my birthdays for no reason, but now im feeling as if i have a reason to cry? idk but i just would like some fluff/comfort with levi bc i love him sm. Thank you!

𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: hello anon!! First of all thank you so much for your lovely request I would gladly write this up for you 🥺💕 and second HAPPY EARLY/LATE BIRTHDAY <3 I hope I am not too late and you get to see this post either on your birthday or before :,) I hope you have a lovely day filled with love and laughter cause everyone deserves that on their birthday 🥰 and also I hope this post somehow helps you go through with your bday and makes u feel perhaps less anxious or sad! I kind of felt like this on my last birthday but I went to read some fanfics and they kind of helped me out and made me smile so I hope that is the same case with you when you read what I wrote for you :,) also i made this modern au ahhhh

synopsis: it’s y/n’s birthday! He tries to make this day special as it is since he wants his s/o to realize that! Later he finds out that his s/o feels on this very day not that important and also tears up. As Levi discovers that, he does and says things only on your birthday that really made you surprised and on this day you felt extremely good and special y/n cries happy tears instead <3

comfort fluff, bit angst, a little bit suggestive (?), modern au ♡ —

Today is the day, and not any day but Levi's s/o birthday! He woke up extremely early for this day. He had already planned out what to do coming from a man who is pretty much organized and ahead of things you weren’t shocked to see him getting up quite early.

“Levi..?” Y/N said in such a soft and tired tone, it really warmed his heart. “Love...Happy birthday.” He would go near your ear and whisper that, then gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn't mean to wake you up...Go back to sleep.” He would say as he pushed your hair back gently that was laying on your face. You felt his warm fingertips brush against your cheek and you open your eyes slightly to look at your man, Levi that was up and putting his shirt on. You got up a bit reached out and pulled on the his shirt “Wait...don’t leave.”

He turned around quickly and looked at you, ‘Why does she sound uneasy....?’ He would wonder as he came closer to you and kissed on top of your head. “Silly, I’m not leaving or going anywhere. I’ll be in the kitchen so just rest a bit and I’ll wake you up later on, Hm?” Levi said with a smile, after the war and when you both left Paradise to start a life in the outside world, Levi started to smile more, laugh and be even more affectionate towards you and this warmed your heart. He promised you that he would protect you till the last days even if there was no war anymore and also....promised you to show you more love cause he deiced to spend the rest of his life with you, and he was in progress in doing that!

After a couple of hours, you felt a small rub on your shoulders. “Time to wake up birthday girl” He gave you a warm smile and helped you get out of your shared bed. You felt how gentle, and careful he was for you...he truly did cherish you and loved you a lot, you meant the world to Levi.

As you were brushing your teeth, Levi was brushing your hair and when he was done he would put his arms around your waist and kept kissing your neck until you were done and ready.

Your cheeks were red now and you had a shy look on your face. “Ha, Don't be shy with me Love, it’s just us alone.” He would say and softly rub your arms. “Let’s go then?” and you give him a nod and held on his hand.

When you both went downstairs, you gasped and was taken aback by what you saw. A beautiful breakfast that was set up and prepared for the both of you, a sack of pancakes with fruits that was cut by him, your favorite fruit juice, and there was a vase with a bouquet and you could see a card that was hidden in the beautiful flowers he picked out for you and it was written ‘Happy Birthday my Dearest’

“Wow, you did this for...me?” You would say while giving him a sad expression that almost broke his heart. “Who else?” He said with a sarcastic tone and pulled your hand towards the table. You and Levi enjoyed the breakfast and you both had a good morning filled with laughter.

“Sit down, I’m gonna clean the dishes” you nodded and went to sit on the coach. You then started to feel...a bit anxious? Y/N wondered how the rest of the day would go and you started to think if what Levi did was all worth it?

“Love, what's wrong?” Levi was quick to read your vibe, he approached you from behind, and sensed you were feeling perhaps down. “Nothing...”

“Yea I’m not gonna buy that, tell me....What’s wrong?” Y/N stood up slowly and was looking down, her hair was covering her face and that made Levi quickly go in front of her and held on her shoulders. Tears then started to roll down from your cheeks and Levi pulled you to his chest for a hug. “I-I don’t know why I’m tearing up! But I am feeling as if I have a reason to cry and I usually cry on my birthdays Levi...I’m sorry, it’s probably for nothing.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He hugged you tighter and then proceed to stroke your hair. “These feelings are completely normal, why apologize for it? But it’s okay you don’t need to explain why you are crying love.” Levi waited for y/n to calm down as he caressed her hair, and Y/N pulled her face away from his muscular chest and looked up at him. He gave a small smile to her and wiped her tears “Let’s....make those tears not for ‘nothing’ or for ‘no reason’ to be wasted, but instead let me make those tears a reason for you today. A reason that caused you to smile and laugh today.”

Levi was now looking at you in such a loving way, you could feel all his love, emotions, the way he caressed you, hugged you, touched your hair gently and now holding both of your hands, it warmed your heart. He was indeed a man who was really mature, and has a great deal of empathy towards Y/N. Levi understood your feelings cause of the deep love he had for you. “You are important to me, okay? So, let me make those tears....happy tears instead.”

After a while, Levi told you to get dressed up and ready because he was going to take you somewhere. You both left your apartment that you both shared at the moment and walked down the street, while Levi tightly holding your hand and on the other hand he was carrying a brown paper carrier bag which had something in it. “What’s inside?” “A surprise.”

Later did you know, you both reached a huge garden park and you saw a group of people that you recognized. Your friends! “Everyone!”

As soon as Hanji hear you, Hanji came running towards you and hugged you tightly which was then followed by Jean, Mikasa, Armin and the rest all wishing you a happy birthday!

You then spotted Onyankopn, Falco and Gabi preparing the huge picnic filled with a variety of delicious food and then Levi brought out the cake which he designed and baked just for you.

The whole afternoon was spent with your loved one, friends and you all had such a great time, playing some card games, tennis which Jean and Connie that they brought along with them. You were packed with so many gifts too, and Levi was holding on to your waist and hand the whole time and would sneak in some kisses on your cheek when no one would look. Hanji then talked about how your relationship was going and Levi would suddenly talk really highly of you, and pamper about you then he would mention all of the times you meant a lot to him and he cherished.

The sun started to set and everyone was heading to leave, and Levi held on your hand and you both went to see the sunset while sitting on the bench. You found the sunset really beautiful, but to Levi he thought you were more prettier. He held on your hand and then said while focusing on your eyes “You know...When you are not around, I always crave for your touch. You just make me feel good so I always find myself a chance to hold your hand constantly.” Before you could say anything, he gave you a box that was wrapped with a ribbon. “Open it.” Your eyes widen when you saw the gift, it was Rose Gold Watch and it looked rather expensive but extremely charming. He went closer to you and brought your wrist closer and wore the watch for you. “I knew this would suit you.” Levi smiled again and looked at you, tears were now forming on your eyes but this time...it was happy tears and you gave him a big smile that really warmed his heart. “Thank you Levi, I really love you...” He went closer to you and kissed your cheek which washed away the tears that was rolling down. “I love you more....And didn't I say I would make that happy tears today, Hm? But we aren’t done, your birthday did not end yet”

After you both reached home, you both went to the bedroom and you started to change into your comfy silk nightgown, while Levi took of his shirt and was only...wearing his joggers? ‘Wait...He would only do that if he is in the mood’ You thought as you started to blush slightly.

“Lev-” Your words were taken aback when Levi suddenly embraced you and kept his face in your neck while bring his arms around your waist. “Can...I make you feel good tonight? I want to make your birthday memorable....just for today.” It was more of a whisper when he said it, and you managed to hear it all even though you could feel his heart beating fast.

Your face was now red, you could feel his back muscle tense up and the detail of it as you caressed his back. You nodded, which Levi sensed and acknowledged, but asked again. “I need to hear your answer love.” He was now looking at you and he held on your shoulders, waiting for a response and he would not let you go until you answered. “Yes Love” You said with certainty and looked back at him which he suddenly blushed with you how you responded. Levi did had a tough and strong personality from the outside, but when it came to moments like these he was really soft and usually shy but tonight he wanted to try his best for you, cause you meant the world to him.

He picked you up and you could feel his biceps around you which you held on as he gently laid you on top of the bed, with Levi being on top of you. He leaned in closer and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Oi! I can be romantic…So why are you giving me that look?” He said with a smirk and that made you laugh. “Hmm...Prove it then.” You challenged him and that made his ego boost up. He proceeded to kiss all over your face which made you giggle as some of them tickled, and then he stopped and reached the edge of your lips which made both of you open your eyes and gazed into each other, both feeling the affection and attraction. “Shit...it drives me crazy when you look at me that way.” He went and kissed your lips, it was soft, slow and very passionate...you could feel all of his love in that kiss as you held on his biceps while his arms where between you for support.

“Where....else do you want me to kiss you?” He moved closer to you as he whispered near your ear, you felt his hot breathe which made you shiver. “A-Anywhere..” You were a blushing mess right now, but you weren't alone your boyfriend Levi’s face was redder than yours.

“O-Okay....Y/N I’m gonna make sure tonight you feel loved tonight, and I want you to focus right now how good you are and how wonderful you are.” As he said that, your face was burning up, ‘what made Levi say this all?’ you wondered.

He came closer to your neck, and was kissing it...you held on to him and hugged his chest, and he was doing it gently. This then left a small hickey on your neck and he was surprised as it was kind of dark.

“I will leave this mark on you so you can remember my love tonight, and know that you are always in my thoughts Y/N” He brought his hand and caressed your cheek which you held on, “And...when its gone, I’m here to give you another one.”

Perhaps, in the days you cry, there would be sad days, but today was a special day which was your birthday, and that not only gave you any tears but instead happy tears which was cause of Levi giving you the warmest/sweetest comfort and love throughout the whole day and especially the whole evening. You really did love Levi Ackerman.

well i hope you enjoyed this! I tried something new and I really see levi doing this for his s/o especially in days where he wants to make them feel loved and he really tries his best to comfort them <3 I hope you loved this anon and you get to see this and also if anyone else did please leave a like or a reblog! ♡

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Hello! I love your writing sm. Can I request a third life smp with scar and Ren? Smth like Ren gets cornered by scar and has to escape? Either funny shenanigans or angst or both lol. Thaaaannnkkkssss

ohohohohoho if given the choice i will ALWAYS choose angst lmfao

also thank you!!

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At around noon one warm day, Ren is organising the bookshelves around the enchanting table inside Renchanting. Business has been slow today, but perhaps that’s just as well. There haven’t been any deaths in the last couple of days, so the only traffic Renchanting has seen is Impulse coming to enchant another set of diamond armour as a backup. Ren is starting to feel a little lonely; as great as Martyn is to have around, he’s often so focused on his work that he’s not great for conversation.

Eventually, he gets bored with his task and wanders outside. To his shock, he spots Scar coming in through the door and automatically reaches for his sword.

“Hi, Ren!” chirps Scar, approaching him. “How’s it going?”

“What do you want?” Ren demands.

Scar pouts. “That’s not a nice hello.”

“You’re not a nice person at the moment,” retorts Ren, before raising his voice to call over his shoulder. “Martyn!”

“Oh, he’s not here.”

Ren tightens his grip on his sword. “Where’s Martyn?”

“Grian’s taken him to the desert to discuss a “business deal”.” Scar makes air quotes over the last two words. “So it’s just the two of us.”

“Okay… What do you want? A truce?” “Oh, I’m here to kill you.”

Scar’s words strike fear into Ren, who immediately backs away a few steps. “Wh-What?

“I’m just kidding!” laughs Scar. “Just kidding.”

Ren maintains eye contact, ready to run at any moment. “I’m not so sure you are. You ARE unstable enough to just walk in here and slice me in half, though.”

“Aw, no, Ren. I would never hurt you.”

“You’re holding a lava bucket in one hand and a diamond sword in the other.”

“Oh.” Scar glances down at his hands. “So I am. What are you gonna do about it? I’ll remind you that I’m the red name here so you can’t hit me if I don’t hit you first.”

Ren grips his sword with both hands, holding it in front of him. “Scar, get out. I have the right to defend what’s mine, whether it be my life or my business.”

“Not if I don’t attack first,” says Scar, grinning maliciously. “Put your sword down and I’ll consider mercy.”

“No! You’re crazy!”

“Put the sword down,” Scar repeats. “It’s better for you in the long run.”

Ren hesitates. He doesn’t trust Scar as far as he can throw him, so anything Scar says is worthless to him. Except his threats. Those are very real.

“Will you be happy if you kill me?” he snaps. “Will you finally be happy? Will that finally be enough?”

“Nothing’s ever enough for a red lifer. I won’t be happy until you’re on red, just like me. You and your employee Martyn of course, but he’s too smart for me. That’s why I had to split you guys up. He’ll be much easier to kill on his own.”

Ren’s blood runs cold. “No…! G-Grian’s green; he can’t just murder Martyn!”

“He’ll do anything I tell him to,” responds Scar casually. “He has to.”

Ren is still slightly doubtful but he wouldn’t put anything past Scar. He knows he and Martyn are in terrible danger and he has to go save his friend.

If Scar lets him out of here alive.

“You… um… You mentioned mercy?” he says hesitantly.

“I did!” Scar beams innocently. “Just put down your sword.”

After a long hesitation, Ren lowers his sword and tosses it away.

Scar’s smile turns dark. “Excellent. Let’s shake on it.”

He holds out his hand. Ren automatically reaches for it, but Scar abruptly snatches it away and strikes his flint and steel, creating a burst of flame that burns Ren’s hand.

Crying out in pain, Ren takes off running towards the door. Scar doesn’t follow him, and when Ren flings open the doors, he sees why.

Four blocks of obsidian block the double doors. With his iron pickaxe, there’s no way Ren can mine them in time.

Heart now pounding out of his chest, Ren turns and flees towards the back door. He hears Scar curse and some hope returns to him; clearly, Scar hadn’t known about the other door.

Ren bursts out of Renchanting and dashes towards the desert. He doesn’t care that he’s running right towards Scar’s domain; he has to get to Martyn and make sure he’s okay.

Out the corner of his eye, he spots an ender pearl land just in front of him. A second later, Scar appears and drops lava directly in front of him.

Ren skids to a halt and scrambles back, but the lava has already set the tree behind him on fire, causing the flames to burn his entire right side.

“Give it up, Ren!” comes Scar’s thundering voice through the flames. “Come to me and die quickly.”

Ren doesn’t reply. Forcing back tears and cries of agony, he continues running away from Scar, but his progress is slower now; his right leg feels like it’s on fire. He won’t make it to the desert now, but the village is fairly close. Maybe he can seek refuge there.

Soon, he spots the top of Bdubs and Cleo’s castle and realises he’s nearly there, though he’s taken an odd path. His limbs all either ache or burn; he can’t keep going much longer. The pain is starting to overwhelm him.

He slows as he reaches the drawbridge, his vision growing fuzzy.

“Who’s out there?!” comes Bdubs’s voice distantly.

“It’s Ren!” Cleo’s voice calls back. “He looks hurt, Bdubs!”

As soon as Ren takes one more step towards the drawbridge, his knee buckles under him and he collapses.

He’s unconscious before he hits the ground.

…

“-at happened?!”

“We don’t know, dude! All we saw is him running towards the castle and collapsing right in front of the drawbridge. There didn’t seem to be anyone chasing him but he’s burnt pretty badly.”

“Oh my god…”

Ren groans softly as he forces his eyes open. Blinking against the light and his still-fuzzy vision, he struggles to sit up.

“Whoa, hey, what d’you think you’re doing?” comes Cleo’s voice.

“Martyn!” cries Ren, reaching out blindly. “Martyn, are you here?”

Two hands clasp his. “I’m here, boss,” comes Martyn’s reassuring voice. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I…” Ren hesitates. “I don’t…”

“You got attacked, right?” Martyn grasps his shoulder. “You remember? You got attacked. Tell me who attacked you.”

“S-Scar.”

Martyn nods slowly. “I knew it. Grian spilled everything to me.”

“If you knew what happened all along, why did you yell at us?” snaps Bdubs.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t involved,” Martyn responds. “I’m sorry. All jokes aside, Ren is my strongest ally on this server and I need to make sure I understand what’s going on with him at all times.”

After a moment, Bdubs nods. “Okay, fine. I’m gonna go keep watch.”

“Martyn, are you alright?” Ren asks, as Bdubs leaves the room. “Grian didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No, don’t worry,” Martyn assures him. “He eventually straight-up admitted he was just distracting me so Scar could go kill you, but by the time I got back home, you’d already gone. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have let him take me away from you for so long.”

Ren shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Martyn smiles back. “Same, boss. I think we may need some better defences, though.”

“Yeah,” Ren chuckles, before spotting Cleo hanging around in the background, watching them with her arms folded. “Oh, Cleo, um… Thanks for saving me. Sorry for all the trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it,” replies Cleo kindly. “It was actually really scary to see you collapse out there; we had no idea what had happened.”

“Scar didn’t turn up, did he? He was chasing me for a while there.”

“No, we never saw him.”

“Okay, good.” Ren shivers. “It was terrifying, Martyn. He tried to make a deal with me, then he burned my hand and-.”

He breaks off as he lifts said hand and finds it wrapped in bandages. “Wait…”

“Bdubs patched you up,” Cleo explains. “I helped a bit but it was mostly Bdubs.”

“Oh. I really need to thank him too. And I hope Scar doesn’t make trouble for you two for helping me.”

“Hey, don’t worry. We can take him. In the meantime, Bdubs and I agreed you can stay here while you recover. We can defend you from Scar if he comes to try and finish the job.”

“Are you sure?” Martyn asks. “I’m happy to take Ren home.”

“After an attempt on his life?” responds Cleo. “It’d be wiser not to move him.”

“I guess so.”

“Thanks, Cleo,” says Ren gratefully. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

Cleo smiles back. “No problem.”

#3rdlifesmp #rendog #inthelittlewood #goodtimeswithscar #vaunna’s requests

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veenaspakistanlitblog · 3 years

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Twenty-two-year-old, Zarish Munawwar, has everything in life she could ever ask for; an elite family, a high profile status, a bunch of good friends and a childhood sweetheart. Being childish, stubborn, imperious, extravagant and a bit impulsive at making important decisions pertaining to her life, is what perfectly describes her overall personality. She takes life easily and can get anything she desires. To her, life is a bed of roses. It is only when she meets, Ahmar Muraad, her mentor and finance professor at university, her perspective towards life completely changes. He looks quite young for his age as every girl at the university thinks he is attractive, seductive, intellectual and rather intimidating. This charming man is every girl's fantasy and Zarish also finds it hard to resist him. But is he fascinated by her? Little did Zarish know how one little interaction could bring about so many twists and turns in her life. After continuous unsuccessful attempts to avoid him, she feels that she is gradually falling for his charm. Ahmar, however, remains oblivious to her feelings. She is ready to abandon her childhood sweetheart for him. Eventually, there comes a time when only he matters to her and nobody else. Awestruck by the sudden revelation, she is dazed to find out that he feels exactly the same for her. Before their love blossoms, a slight tragedy falls into their lives. Zia Munawwar, her father, has some other plans for his daughter. Will Ahmar fight against the world for his lady love or step back? Do not miss this romantic tragedy as it will encapsulate you totally and will stay in your heart forever

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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hi!! i love your writing sm and was wondering if i could request something for regis x reader? like maybe regis comforting the reader who is having an anxiety attack? thank u!!:) ps whatever anons are harrassing you should just get the hell out of here, they're immature af. you're amazing, and your writing about secondary characters is what i especially love abt ur account:)

A/N: Hi babe!! I am so so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this! I’ve never experienced an anxiety attack. I apologize greatly if this is complete trash! I tried to research as much as I could but I know research and actually having one can be very different.

Warning: anxiety attack, mentions of being robbed

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You did your best to move quietly out of the bed so as to not disturb the vampire sleeping just next to you. You gently pulled his hands from you, sitting up in the bed and moving to the edge.

His long limbs still reached out for you, fingers tangling in the back of the shirt of his you wore.

“Where are you going, my love?” He murmured in his sleep-dazed state.

You looked over your shoulder to see that his eyes were still closed. You could offer him no answer, tears blurring your vision. Your throat was scratchy and it felt as if it was closing up. You couldn’t breathe. You just needed to go, to leave before he witnessed you at your lowest.

You got out of bed, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You hurried to leave, using only what little moonlight came in through the window to guide you out of the room.

The hall spun as you moved too quickly. Your hand came up to the wall, steadying yourself. You closed your eyes and tried to take a breath in to lessen the lightheadedness you felt. It worked, but only for a moment.

A dull ache began in your ribs, accompanied by the sensation of pins and needles prickling across your hands and arms. A thin layer of sweat found its way to your skin even though it was a chilly autumn night and the fire in the main room had died down to just burning embers now.

You pushed the shutters open, allowing a breeze to enter your home. You paused for a moment, finally able to take somewhat of a breath.

Come on, Y/N. You need to pull yourself together.

You closed the shutters and locked them tight, then pulled a chair at the table out with the intention of sitting down. However, before you could sit down you had to check all of the windows and the front door to make sure they were locked.

You didn’t hear the bedroom door creak quietly open, nor did you notice the Higher Vampire lingering in the dark shadows of the hallway.

He watched you with concerned eyes as you moved across the room from one window to the other, checking and then checking again to make sure they were locked.

“Y/N?”

His voice made you jump.

“What are you doing, darling?”

“No-Nothing, Regis. Please.” Your voice was hoarse. You kept your back to him, resting your hands on the window sill and hanging your head for a moment. Fuck. “Go back to bed. Go back to bed.”

“Your heart is beating rather unnaturally.” He started to move towards you. When he got into your peripherals, you turned to him, holding your hand up to stop him.

“Please, Regis.” You begged softly, shaking your head. You couldn’t meet his gaze, so instead you focused on the buttons to his tunic. “I-I don’t want-I can’t have anyone touching me right now.”

His brows were drawn together, concern and worry plastered on his features.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He asked softly.

“I’m fine. Just fine. Please, go to bed.”

“I can’t comfortably leave you out here when your heart is racing so quickly and you’re crying, my dear.” He shook his head.

You squeezed your eyes shut, bringing your hand up to your eyes.

Now he knows. Now he knows, and there is nothing you can do to fix it. He’s going to think you’re crazy and leave you.

“Did something happen?”

“There…. Something was outside.” You whispered, quickly wiping away your tears. “I heard it. I-I was laying in there with you…. And it was…. Something hit the house. I can’t-I’m scared, Regis.”

“Would you like me to go take a look?” He offered, gesturing to the door.

“No!” You answered a little too quickly, your hand falling from your face.

“I promise you there is nothing out there that could hurt you, Y/N. I wouldn’t allow it.”

“You can’t stop it.” You shook your head, moving away from him to check the front door. You knew it was locked but the rational part of your brain didn’t have a say in the matter.

Regis watched helplessly as you checked the door.

“Tell me what I can do to help you.”

You leaned against the door for a moment, clenching your hands in tight fists by your sides.

“I-I don’t know.” You admitted. “I can never- I can never stop this. It has to happen.”

“What is this?”

Your eyes closed and you shook your head firmly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

A few silent minutes passed as Regis waited patiently for you to be able to speak.

Your head fell forward, chin resting on your shoulder.

“It’s happened for a while now…. There were bandits who passed by. They came in…. It was dark. So dark. They ransacked my home. Stole things from me. My mother’s jewelry.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Y/N.” Regis took a few steps towards you but then stopped when he remembered that you didn’t want anyone near you.

“I need you to know.” You spoke. “It happens sometimes. Things build up. They build up and I can’t stop it. I can’t breathe. I can’t- Regis, I can’t breathe.”

Sensing your panic, Regis moved a little closer to you.

“Do you want me to-,”

Before he could finish his sentence, you were throwing your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. He held you firmly for a few moments, trying to calm your shaking body as best as he could.

“Please sit down, my love.” He gestured to the chair you had pulled out earlier. He guided you to the chair and once you sat down, he moved to kneel between your knees. “Breathe in with me. Can you do that?”

You nodded, eyes finally meeting his. He inhaled slowly and you followed, reaching your hand up to rest on his chest just above his heart. You couldn’t feel it beat but it comforted you, knowing he was there and you could feel him.

A few more breaths in and out, and you were finally able to breathe.

Regis brought his hand up to cup your jaw, brushing a few stray tears from your cheek.

“Would you like me to go outside and look around? Just to give you peace of mind, perhaps?”

You bit your bottom lip, knowing deep down that it was so foolish to be afraid when one of the most powerful creatures on the Continent was with you.

“Please.” You nodded, sniffling.

“Let’s get you into bed, and then I will go.”

You stood up but Regis swept you off your feet, holding you close to him.

“Thank you, Regis.” You murmured.

“Anything for you, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You were placed down on your side of the bed and then Regis left. You pulled the blankets up over yourself and leaned back against the pillows.

Anxiously, you waited for your vampire to return. It didn’t take him long to circle the house, ensuring there were no threats nearby.

“There is a fox out in the garden, but nothing more.” He assured you, climbing into bed next to you.

“Thank you.” You watched him get comfortable and then you scooted closer to him, tucking yourself into his side.

His hand rested on the small of your back, tracing circles into your skin.

“I-I’m sorry you had to see that.” You buried your nose in the side of his neck. “I didn’t want you to see me when that…. happens.”

“Why?” Regis drew his brows together.

“Because it’s…. I can’t control it. It’s terrible. I just…. didn’t want to scare you away.”

He chuckled softly, kissing your head.

“My love, I am a vampire. There is very, very little that could scare me. But I don’t believe there is a damned thing on the Continent that could scare me away from you. I love you far too greatly.”

“I love you.” You smiled a little, closing your eyes to try to get some sleep.

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slowlydrowningme · 4 years

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But My Makeup’s Ruined

Anon asked: Do you think you could do an angst that’s dick grayson x fem reader where he cheats on the reader with kori? I love your sm au so much ❤️❤️❤️ I typically like longer stuff but write as much as you want if you even wanna write it. No pressure 🥰🥰

Rating: T (Mostly for Jason’s potty mouth)

Word Count: 2688

Warnings: Panic attack, partner caught cheating, Dick gets punched, references to a nondescript bad past (I’m just being careful, I’d really not like to trigger anyone)

Pairing: Dick x Fem!reader (though it’s mostly Jason in the story with her, but not in any way romantic)

Notes: This took on a life of its own and kind of went into a little bit of a personal experience for me. It was almost cathartic to write, so thanks for that anon. I didn’t go into graphic detail about the cheating or the panic attack itself, but they are mentioned. Hope you enjoy!

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How did you get here? How did you find yourself in this position? You were supposed to be stronger than this. You were supposed to have learned from past mistakes. Yet here you were, soaking from the evening rain with a hand pressed against the slick brick of a random shop in an alley just within the limits of the Diamond District, on the verge of a panic attack.

“Y/N?”

Shaking your head, you ignore the almost robotic voice you could hear just above you and keep your focus on not passing out instead.

“Shit, Y/N. What happened? Are you hurt?” Because of course there was no other logical reason you would be in the position you were currently in.

You felt his body heat before you even realized he had come down from whatever perch point he had found himself above you head. The familiar pair of black, steel toed boots came into your line of sight and you took a number of deep breaths before even considering looking up.

“Hey, you-“ His words cut off when he caught sight of your face. You knew your eyes would be bloodshot from the tears that blended perfectly with the rain falling from the sky. But there would definitely be no hiding the absolute misery in your eyes and even someone as emotionally stunted and repressed as Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, would be able to read it.

“Fuck.” You furrowed your brow at his reaction, his shoulders dropping and though you couldn’t see his face behind the hood, you knew he was probably frowning. “You know.” And your blood ran cold.

“You knew?!” You wanted to scream it, but your throat is tight from crying and hoarse from the cold night air.

“Come on, I’ve got a safehouse the next block over. We need to get you out of the rain.”

You want to fight him, but you just don’t have the energy in you after fighting off the earlier panic attack. So you let him pick you up bridal style and carry you through the shadows to his safehouse. The only thing you can do is wrap your arms around his neck when he lifts you up. And nothing could stop you from burrowing your face into his neck to hide from the constant downpour.

Your mind must shut down in the relative comfort you find because the next thing you know, Jason’s setting you down on the gray couch and draping a blanket around your shoulders before he removes the hood. You look up at him, blinking through the water droplets still falling from your hair, and take in the emotion on his face. Perhaps not as emotionally stunted as he led everyone to believe.

“I’ll make some tea and get you a towel for your hair. I have some clothes here that might not completely fall off your frame, if you want to change?” Not sure you’d be able to say anything without having another breakdown, you simply nod your head and watch him walk into the small kitchen to the left of you and fill a kettle to put on the stovetop.

You trace his movements to the bathroom and wait until he emerges with a couple of towels in hand before he moves onto the bedroom and slips in there for a few minutes. When he comes back out, he’s out of his Hood gear and in a pair of black sweats and a gray Henley. He’s got the towels and what looks to be a pair of sweats and a shirt for you.

“You think you can get changed on your own?” Nodding again, you eased the blanket off your shoulders and stood on shaky legs before reaching for the offered items. His hands linger on the back of yours while you hold the small pile in your palms. “Y/N…”

“I’ll be back in a sec,” you rasp out instead of letting him go wherever he had planned to go with that, slipping past him to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. Leaning against the only thing separating you from facing what you had seen tonight, you take a few deep breaths and wait to hear the sounds of Jason in the kitchen taking care of the tea.

Once you can her the noise he makes, you get to work stripping out of your cold, wet clothes and drying your hair and body off as much as possible. Once you’re as good as you’re going to get, you tug on the sweats, which fit well enough, and the long sleeved shirt that is probably two sizes too big. Not sure what to do with your wet clothes, you fold them neatly and place them on one of the towels, leaving them on the counter. Taking the second towel out with you, you continue to try and pat the water out of your hair as you walk back into the room.

Even though you know he heard you come out, Jason keeps his focus on the phone in his hand as he types out something.

“How do you take your Earl Gray?” He asks suddenly, finally lifting his green eyes to look over at you as you approach him in the kitchen. You wait for him to set down his phone before you answer.

“Lemon,” you tell him and he nods, smiling as he fixes up your mug before handing it over to you and taking the towel in exchange. Without prompting, you move back over to the couch and wrap yourself back up in the blanket. Leaning back into the comfort of the surprisingly comfy couch, you pull your legs up under you and hold onto the mug with both hands but don’t bother drinking just yet.

Jason approaches silently, as everyone in his family always did, and sits on the coffee table in front of you with his own mug deposited onto the surface next to him. You can see the question before he even asks it and it hurts just as much as you knew it would.

“How did you find out?” You keep your eyes locked on his, trying to draw a little strength to replay the events of tonight in your mind.

“A failed attempt at a early homecoming.” Travel was something that happened a lot with your job as the personal assistant of the current Mayor. You had been at his side for the past three years and every time he set foot outside of Gotham, you were there. Recently there had been a lot of those trips.

This particular trip was supposed to be another two days but some hard work on your part had allowed everyone to return home early. So you had planned on surprising Dick by heading to his place the instant you had dropped your bags off at your Midtown flat. That had been a mistake.

“Does he know you know?”

“The black eye is telling enough.” You don’t react to the snort of laughter that Jason releases, nodding his head. There’s pride shinning in his eyes. He had been the one to teach you how to throw a right hook and was well aware of how good you had gotten at landing a punch. “She didn’t know about me?”

“Maybe not at first. I don’t think it started intentionally. But…I hate to say it, Y/N…”

“I’m going to need to talk to him.” He nodded sadly. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that.” You could feel the tears building back up, dropping your gaze from his with a shake of your head, staring at the mug in your hands.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re the strongest of all of us,” he says honestly, so much faith. Reaching forward, he takes the mug out of your hands and sets it down next to his own before grabbing one of your hands and holding on tightly. “You’ve been through so much more than this. He’s just a man. He’s my brother and I love him, but he’s a fucking fool.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to call him, okay? The sooner you talk to him, the sooner you can start to move forward.”

“Not tonight, Jay. I…I just…” Raising your gaze back up to look at him, you let the tears spill over and let your eyes say what you can’t with your words. And you can read his own pain in his eyes as he accepts your truth. Without a word, he moves to sit next to you on the couch and gathers you up in his arms. And the battle with your heartbreak is lost, allowing yourself to give into the sobs that had consumed you back in that alley Jason had found you in.

You’re not sure how long he holds you as you cry. Time becomes something obsolete right then and you just give into the base need to unleash the pain. Eventually you find yourself drifting off, tucked into his side with his arms wrapped tightly around you while he murmurs nonsensical words to you. It’s all a haze by the time he lifts you up for the second time of the night and carries you into the bedroom.

You try to protest against him giving up his bed for you, but he shushes you and lays next to you until you’ve fallen asleep.

You wake with the sun the next morning, the space next to you on the bed empty like you knew it would be. Your head feels just as heavy as your heart and you spend a few minutes just blinking at the light coming through the window. The oranges and pinks that slowly take over the sky should fill you with a warmth, but you just feel empty.

It’s not until you hear the sound of voices beyond the closed door, too muted for you to know what is being said or by whom, that you sit up and scrub at your face with both hands. You know you probably look like a wreck, but you figure you’ve also earned the right. Smoothing out your hair as much as you can so you at least don’t look like an absolute disaster, you take a deep breath to steel yourself for going out and facing the world.

Slipping off the bed, you wrap your arms around your middle and head to the door, peeking your head out to see Jason in the kitchen and a very familiar back standing in front of him. It makes your heart hurt even more to know how easily you know him from just the lines of his shoulders. Casting your eyes back to Jason, you can see his eyes are pinched with anger and his under eyes dark with exhaustion. That twists your stomach further into knots, knowing you brought this on him.

Even if he was the one to find you last night.

“Fuck, Jay, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“But it did, Dick. You made a choice and now there’s a fucking broken hearted woman in my bed and I just want to punch you in the face to give you a matching black eye.” You know the instant he spots you standing in the doorway, his shoulders tensing even more and the worry filtering into those green orbs. You can tell Dick notices by the straightening of his back before he turns to look over his shoulder.

“Y/N…” He turns to fully face you and you can’t help but tighten your arms around your middle and clench your jaw. The image of him and Kory kissing in his kitchen burn through your mind as if they had just happened moments ago and the pain is just as intense. His hands on her hips, pulling her body flush against his own, and hers on his face, as if worried he’d pull away too soon.

When he takes a step toward you, you can’t stop yourself from taking one back and shaking your head. He doesn’t hide the pained look on his face, but he holds his hands up in understanding and doesn’t come any closer.

Looking away from Dick, you look over to Jason who hasn’t moved but is watching you closely. Without any prompting, he moves around his brother and comes to stand in front of you.

“He called last night asking if I had heard anything from you and I told him I found you. He just showed up a few minutes ago. I can tell him to fuck off.” Glancing back at Dick for a second before looking back to Jason again, you chew on your lower lip before answering.

“He’s already here. Just…can you stay nearby?”

“You got it.” He reached up and squeezed your shoulder before looking back at his brother with a look you couldn’t quite see, but it was enough to make Dick look ashamed, before he moved into the bedroom you had just abandoned.

Silently, you moved closer to Dick but stopped when there was still about five or so feet between you. Close enough to speak quietly, but far enough away that he couldn’t touch you unless he moved forward.

“How long?” It was a question you had wanted to ask Jason last night, but then you had broken down and hadn’t gotten the chance to ask anything.

“Two months.” You aren’t sure if you felt better knowing it was fairly recent in terms of your two and a half year relationship.

“Did she know?”

“Not in the beginning. The first time we kissed…I hadn’t seen her in years and she almost died and I just…” Clenching your jaw, you make a visible effort not the say something nasty. “It only happened two other times, besides last night. But just the one time was enough, and I’m so sorry Y/N. There’s no excuse for what I did, I know that.”

“Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you two just going to continue to keep fucking me over?” There was the anger. It was only a matter of time before the pain settled into it.

“I don’t know.” Letting out a humorless laugh, you tilted your head back and closed your eyes. “I wish it hadn’t happened and god, Y/N, I wish I had been loyal enough to stop myself. I don’t want to lose you in my life. I love you so much, you have to know that.”

“Obviously just not as much as you love Kori.” You looked back over at him and found him with his chin dropped to his chest and both his hands gripping his hair.

“She’s my drug. She always has been.”

Blue eyes crashed back into yours and you could see the guilt and sadness, but you could also see the truth.

“You were never mine.”

“I wanted to be. I wanted to be all yours.”

“But part of you will always be hers. And even if it had only been that one kiss, I could never be with someone who couldn’t be mine completely,” you whisper, feeling that all too familiar burn of tears.

“You deserve more than that. But I was selfish, and I wanted you. I wanted what you made me feel and I wanted to try and give you my whole heart.” You could see tears building in his eyes as a tear of your own slipped over.

“You should go.”

“Y/N…” Shaking your head, you took a step back and sucked in a deep breath.

“There’s nothing else to say, Dick. I just needed to hear you admit that you were never mine the way I was yours. I’ll come by your place tomorrow to get my stuff and leave my key, please don’t be there.” He could only nod before turning and walking to the front door. “I’ll always love you Dick, but please don’t contact me. And just please, don’t do this to anyone else.”

He doesn’t say anything in return before opening the door and heading out, closing it softly behind him. You don’t say anything as the door behind you opens back up and Jason comes up behind you, a warm line of body head at your back.

It’s not until he presses a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you into his chest that you finally let out the sob you hadn’t wanted Dick to see. He didn’t deserve to see you at you most broken. Not when he had caused it.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N,” were the only words Jason muttered that you could decipher. But they were enough. It fucking hurt right then, but you’d survived worse. You would survive this.

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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Scum - Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Summary: The boy’s trash and she’s gold. What will it take for her to realize it though?

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader x Jeong Yunho

Words: There are

Genre: Angst, some Fluff

A/N: Ayyy I’m not good at this but hopefully you like it <3

REQUESTS OPEN

REQUESTED BY @derisivedimples THANK YOU SO MUCH!

He partied, he smoked and he fucked whoever he wanted to. Jung Wooyoung was everything no one wanted, yet you found yourself falling for him more and more as time passed by.

You'd met when he entered your classroom by accident, and you were starstruck. Even though it was frowned upon in your school, he had his hair dyed grey and wore extravagant earrings like he didn't have a care in the world.

You made a point to find out who he was. Once you'd found out, you were a little disappointed at the "fame" he had, but you put it aside, you found him eccentric and compelling, to a certain extent. Getting close to him was no easy task, but you tried your best, even going as far as joining the same dance club he was in.

Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, maybe you should have just stayed in your corner and not done anything, and perhaps this little obsession of yours would have gone away, but you just couldn't.

"Yunho, what am I supposed to do!?" You asked your best friend one day, after a month of watching Wooyoung from afar.

It was becoming too much, and you were desperate. Seeing him eye up and down every girl that passed by and flirt with most of them was destroying you. Date him, or forget him, one of those had to be.

"Go talk to him. Tell him what you feel Y/N, it will be much easier to make that decision based on his reaction..."

You sighed at Yunho’s advice, you knew he was right, but you didn't want him to be. You didn't want to make that decision cause you were pretty sure the outcome wouldn't be the ideal one, but you took the shot anyway.

One day, before dance practice (before you got all sweaty that is) you approached him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and he had the same playboy expression as always on his face. You guessed, deep down, that it was a good thing, cause it didn't matter your size, color or gender, he'd just fuck whoever it was. At least he wasn’t judgemental. But you didn't want that. You didn't want a one night stand and certainly not with him because you knew you'd get addicted.

The man looked at you, expectantly. You had to rip your words out of your throat before you cowered away.

"I like you."

Not even a 'hello', a 'how are you', nothing. You just blurted out your confession and bit your lip, looking up at him.

His expression softened for a second and he placed a hand on your cheek.

"That's cute." He replied.

Wooyoung said nothing else, he just retrieved his hand and walked over to his friends who had just started practice.

What?

He said nothing else. Just, told you 'that's cute' and left... And so your decision became harder, because you had no fucking idea what that meant.

After that day, he'd give you flirty looks, small winks, and tease you. It was driving you crazy, and he knew it. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved having your eyes on him at all times and all the attention you gave him. He loved the compliments, he loved the praises and he loved to make you blush. He felt so, so good being worshipped like that. However, when you tried to get closer or ask him out, he just cut you off. It was killing you, and you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

It became too much when Yunho caught you sat against a wall, knees up to your chest, crying your eyes out under one of the stairwells. You had no idea how he found you, but he certainly wasn't happy.

"Y/N!? What's wrong!?" Yunho asked as he knelt beside you and rubbed your back.

"W-Wooyoung..." Was all you could say between whimpers and sobs.

Yunho wanted to stand up and punch a wall. God, Wooyoung pissed him off. He had such a pretty, smart, talented girl chasing after him yet he kept playing these little childish games.

However, he knew that if he got mad he would only startle you more, so he took a couple of deep breaths and calmed down.

"He sucks, okay? Wooyoung fucking sucks. I know you like him and I'm sorry to break it to you like this but he's a coward and he's no man for doing these things, it's not entertaining to play with people's feelings. You’re an amazing person and he doesn’t deserve someone like you."

You looked up at him. Yunho reached for your face and wiped your tears with the sleeve of his blouse.

"Thank you Yunho, but it's just... so hard. It's so stupid but I can't stop watching him and liking him. He's always my focus."

"Well then focus on me."

This caught you off guard, and seemingly so did Yunho. He couldn't believe he had just said that... He internally facepalmed as a rose blush started showing up on his cheeks. He just sighed and looked down at the ground for one second before focusing on your face again.

"I don't know how you haven't noticed, probably because you've been too busy with the jackass, but I like you. I like you a lot, and it hurts to see you get stepped on. And you let him step on you! It makes me so angry, but most of all, worried... I can't ask you to like me, nor to go out on a date with me right now, that would be selfish considering your situation, but please, give me a chance... Allow me to help you forget him."

Your heart was going to explode. You couldn't believe how much love and sincerity a couple of words could contain. Your expression softened and you grabbed his hand.

"Of course I'll allow it." You told him, mocking the way he had said it.

You both giggled and Yunho embraced you and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

From then on everything seemed much better. Yunho never left your side, now that he had a goal in mind. He'd meet you in the school's front gate by the morning, have lunch with you, walk you to all of your classes, watch your dance practice, at the end of the day he'd walk you home, and above everything, he’d make sure you were happy.

At first Wooyoung didn't even notice Yunho, all he noticed was the absence of your stare. Your attention was no longer fully on him, and he didn't like it. He wanted to make you blush once more, he wanted to see you try to seduce him while you dance, he wanted all of your attention. He didn't understand why he didn't have it though...

That was until you pulled Yunho, who had been leaning against a wall of the room watching you from afar, so he could dance with you.

"Yunho loves to dance! He's a great dancer!" You announced to everyone as you clung to his arm.

Yunho blushed a little at the compliment and bowed to everyone in the room. You begged him to dance to 'Troublemaker' with you, but he didn't give in until he was promised some ice-cream afterward. You smiled widely once he agreed and ran over to the speakers to plug in your phone and start playing the song. Your cute reaction made him smile as he positioned himself to start the dance.

The two of you danced like there was no one else in the room with you, and only then it hit Wooyoung why you had been more distant. Yunho had stolen you away. The way you smiled at him, the way you looked at each other, the way you giggled and hugged him after the dance was over, God he hated it all. He was jealous, he wanted you for himself only.

Did he have feelings for you? Unlikely... You were never on his mind, but then again, no one had ever been. And maybe the problem was himself, maybe he needed to have someone to bring him down to earth. Whatever was the problem, whatever it was that he felt, he only knew that he needed to have you.

When that Hell was over, Wooyoung approached you and tapped your shoulder (just like you had done to him the first time). You turned around to face whoever just touched you and you were surprised to see him.

"Oh Wooyoung, hey!"

As soon as Yunho saw you two, he walked over and stood behind you, watching the scene carefully. Wooyoung chose to ignore the man and smiled at you, for the first time. A smile that wasn't a smirk, a smile that wasn't suggestive, just a smile.

"Hey Y/N I know that I've kinda cut you off before, and I know that I don't have the best reputation, but I'd like to take you out sometime if that's okay?"

You and Yunho were very taken aback by the question. You opened your mouth to say something, but Yunho immediately pulled you back and stood in between the two of you.

"You," Yunho stated, pointing his index finger at Wooyoung "you don't get to do that. Not now. You've been fucking around with her for months, you barely even acknowledged her and at the end of the day I had to wipe so many tears because you're a cunt! You don't get to come in now and steal her away from me. You don't!"

By the end of his speech he was full-on yelling. He had stepped closer to the other male and they were now face to face.

Wooyoung scoffed and pushed him away.

"You don't get to tell what I can or can't have. Whatever happened is behind, what matters is right now and as of right now I want her, I miss having her around and you can't change that, and you certainly can't change what she feels."

Both men looked at you. Neither knew what was going to come out of your mouth. Your eyes were watery and so were Yunho's. Your uncertainty was killing him... The fact that you were still indecisive hurt him a little, and every second of your silence was a knife to his heart, that was beating fast. The men just wanted you to... say something. Anything. But you didn't want to mess up.

Finally, you stepped closer to Wooyoung and placed a hand on his cheek. Yunho's heart broke at the sight. He didn't even hide his hurt: tears were cascading down his cheeks and his lower lip trembled.

You looked Wooyoung in the eyes.

"Wooyoung, I... I'm sorry, but you've hurt me too much, and if there's anyone that deserves my love and appreciation is Yunho. It's not even up for debate at this point."

Upon hearing this, Yunho's frown turned into a smile and he pulled you into a warm embrace. He showered your face with kisses, finalizing with one long kiss to your lips.

Somehow Wooyoung's heart was aching, and he realized that he'd just lost what could've been the love of his life.

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SPN SDCC 2019 OPINIONS

Right now some of you are probably wondering why the fuck you're seeing a post about SDCC when it's September and the answer to that is that I did not have a computer when SDCC happened back in July so I couldn't make this post then, trust me I would have preferred it if I could have, and why am I even bothering to make it when so long a time has passed? Cause I said I was going to and as I've stated in the past I was going to watch the panel and some interviews anyways and share my opinion so I might as well make it into a proper post. Or at least try to, this turned out a little over the place. Now, originally, back in July, I was thinking of doing something like I had done last year meaning a massive post full of spoilers and info available but as you can guess from the title of this post that did not happen this is because of two reasons: 1) I feel like there was less info than there was for s14, to be fair like I said I didn't have a computer during the time and I wasn't on SM a lot so it's entirely possible that there was a bunch of info and spoilers that never made their way into my very limited radar. 2) September is ending, the s15 premiere is literally around the corner, I don't have the time necessary to go through any and all news and info and spoilers about s15, and to be very honest I don't have the patience either. So this post is going to be just my opinion on the panel and on some of the things that were said in SDCC interviews, there are still timestamps and some transcripts and all the interviews I talk about plus the panel are linked at the end in their entirety. I watched 4 interviews for each person on the panel with the exception of two people, I did not watch any of M. Collins interviews, I also didn't watch any of Berner's interviews I was going to but Dabb, Singer and BuckLemming test my patience enough as it is. Also I want to keep this post brief so I'm only talking about things that really stood out to me. Standard disclamer applies that these are all just my opinions and you might not agree with them.... SDCC 2019 Panel I don't have much to say about this panel, most of it was everybody talking a bit about the legacy of the show, there wasn't really any info given about s15 and in that regard, I am a bit disappointed, I wish they had used the panel more and found a balance between talking about the legacy of the show while also incorporating info about the final season. But I can understand why they would do something more subdued. The only things that stood out to me was Dabb trying to make what I hope is a joke about the ending of the show pleasing only 30% of people and bringing up GOT, regular which I'm not gonna comment on cause I want to keep this post general but those who know know 😉, should go without saying that my heart broke all over again seeing j2 cry over the show ending 💔 And I cannot go without mentioning Dabb's intro to the panel cause it fucking killed me, he must have written it himself 😂 "our next guest very first job on tv was writing for supernatural, after eight seasons in the trenches he ascended to the coveted position of showrunner. Armed with genius talent and deep respect for the characters and stories he's beautifully shouldered the shows vision for the past 3 seasons and now leads us bravely forward on the shows final chapter" [TIMESTAMP] Interviews

Let's talk about Chuck, everybody seemed to be on the same page about this, they all gave similar answers when asked about it which is a nice change of pace usually they all give different answers but to me it seems like they, once again, dug themselves into a hole they don't know how to get out of and are trying to back out of it, like in one of the interviews Lemming says at one point Castiel will point out to Sam and Dean that whether or not it was god playing tricks on them they would have come across the same crossroads and they are the ones who made the decision about which direction to go not someone else ("cas will point out to them weather it was god playing tricks on us or us doing it ourselves out in the world we would have met the same crossroads or they would have been different crossroads but whatever crossroads we would have come across we made a decision whether to go right or left no one else did that to us" [TIMESTAMP] ) which to me sounds a hell of a lot like free will. And look, everybody has a different interpretation or views on what free will is, I, personally, think free will has nothing to do with whether or not someone/something puts an obstacle in front of us it has to do with whether or not we're the ones who decide how to deal with it meaning that someone/something doesn't make the choice for us. So to me what Lemming is talking about is free will which is what supposedly Sam and Dean never actually had, to be fair it's possible that scene won't happen or that explanation won't be given or it'll be something different but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that it was all a test by Chuck and when Sam and Dean go to kill him or something he'll be all 'surprise! you passed your mission is done now you can have peace'; I also wouldn't be surprised if Dabb&co do what they usually do and ignore things after the first three episodes until the mid-season finale and the finale. But hey, maybe they'll prove me wrong, and do something really interesting and complex...not gonna hold my breathe for it though. Since I already mentioned Lemming there was something she said that irked me, she was asked about the shows influence/impact on sci-fi shows and stuff, I'll leave a link so you can see the whole thing point is she was talking about early seasons and said: "....we really worked on the physical nature of horror and the psychological results of that, but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is..." This irks me. Look I'm not a horror buff, so perhaps it's not my place to talk and to be fair maybe this is not the way she meant to come across and I'm probably alone in this but the way she talks about horror at least in this particular answer comes across to me as somebody who doesn't understand or respect horror. I don't really know how to properly explain myself but her going "but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is" to me this come across as somebody who doesn't know or understand that you can write personalities and the psychology of people and still be horror. Still stay in that genre, without going into drama territory like horror is so much more than just jump scares. I don't know maybe it's that I'm so tired of everything being put in what I consider outdated boxes of either comedy or drama. Or that I'm tired of horror being shoved into drama's box. Or horror being shoved into a box where it's just gore and jump scares and if it's more than that it's a drama or artsy horror or classy horror or some other bs people say when they don't wanna admit they like horror. Or maybe it's the fact that Eugenie Lemming of all people is the last one that should be saying this when with the exception of ONE episode she and her writing partner don't actually explore personalities or peoples psychology. Or maybe it's the fact that the early seasons where this show was more horror it explored personalities and the psychology of the people in that world way better than the later seasons, even though the later seasons have moved into drama territory and have moved away from its horror roots! Anyways I'm gonna leave a full transcript here plus the timestamp so you can go and get full context, this was just something that like I said irked me: "when the show started the mission was to do an hour horror film every week, and really pay attention to the elements of what made horror horror and really put a lot of money into production and make it look good i think we didn't really break ground- yes there were some scary things and special effects in prior shows but we really approached this and build up a post production community, we really worked on the physical nature of horror and the psychological results of that, but that takes you just so far as a writer then you sort of realize we have to write about personalities and psychologies of the people living in that horrible universe, so you end up once again revisiting what drama is love between brothers betrayal between family members, hope dreams promises honor deceit and you do all that- so that can be in every genre it's just packaged as a very classy horror genre..." [TIMESTAMP]

Let's move on to Buckner, he, unsurprisingly, said a lot of things that made me roll my eyes, like he said romance might make an appearance which why??? that's not the point of this show, and: "that's one of the more exciting aspects of this season is that it's actually covering new turf instead of just doing the things that ave worked for us and just going out on a high note actually it's going to be quite experimental" [TIMESTAMP]

Do I even need to point out why this is a dumb ass approach to handle a shows last season? Speaking of dumb asses...Dabb. He got asked if Sam was still psychic he answered: "No, since Sam decided to stop drinking demon blood his powers have gone away, unless he picks it [demon blood] up again" [TIMESTAMP]

Sam had his powers before he got addicted to demon blood, he got his powers when he was a baby because of Azazel, ffs we saw him use his powers in an episode! In season 2! Before the demon blood addiction! He drank demon blood to enhance the powers he already had; it would have made more sense if he had said something like Sam burned his powers after what happened in s5. Sucks that we might never see Sam with powers again but with Dabb behind the wheel it might be for the best.

Now you’ve probably noticed that so far I’ve made no mention of Jared, Jensen or Alex and that’s because with the exception of Jared and Jensen talking about the ending nothing stood out that much to me and as for why I don’t talk about the ending it’s cause I don’t have much to say, Jensen said it took some time but he’s ok with the ending now, Jared that he was ok with the ending they had planned but that it might change and I am both comforted and concerned by their words; even though I didn’t talk about them I am going to link to the Jared and Jensen’s interviews I watched, I personally really enjoyed Jared’s (I love the way he answers questions ❤), sadly I forgot to save the links to Alex’s interviews but if I might try to find them and add them.

So there it is my edited down opinions on this year’s SDCC, if you read this whole thing, thank you. If you read it and didn’t agree with any of it that’s ok, this is as I said just my opinion.

Links:

SDCC Panel

Lemming Interview 1

Lemming Interview 2

Buckner Interview

Dabb Interview

Jensen’s Interviews:

Interview 1

Interview 2

Interview 3

Interview 4

Jared’s Interviews:

Interview 1

Interview 2

Interview 3

Interview 4

#you can tell i lost some steam at the end that's because i am tired af #anti bucklemming #anti andrew dabb #do i even make sense in this post? probably not #mine #incredibly late opinion post about #spn sdcc 2019 #one of jared's interviews might be repeated cause i lost the original link and had to go off my history #there are most definetely tags missing but i am too tired to care #i was going to include jared's analogy that ending this show is like putting down a pet but it's gonna get its own post

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Headcanons #3

Because I’m the worst at keeping up with asks.

do perhaps have any (n)sfw hcs about sua and siyeon, or yoohyeon and siyeon? or just general dynamics in dreamcatcher, if you're up for that 0

I’m feeling suayeon today, so we’ll go with that

Sua is Siyeon’s puppy, but she gets more than a bit bratty at times, so Siyeon is constantly having to punish her

Despite that, Sua feels that she should be repaying Siyeon for looking after her, so it’s not uncommon for Siyeon to get home after work to a hot meal and bath ready and waiting for her

If they have days off together (which isn’t that common) they go on dates around the city, from carnivals to festivals to movies, even just a day at the park

Siyeon - being very high up in her company - definitely makes more money than Sua - a waitress - but she never lets her feel bad about it

Siyeon lets Sua pay for anything, but she doesn’t flaunt it - instead she does something to distract Sua while she pays

Sua knows what she’s doing, and doesn’t like it, but at the same time, she appreciates it nonetheless

I was wondering if I could maybe request some Fromis_9? I have really been loving the dynamic between Hayoung and Megan? Do you happen to have any thoughts on them? I like how patient Hayoung manages to be when Megan is in one of her moods, and Megan shows her that same respect when some of the other members are very much over it and I think it's cute. Plus they are super tactile and both have wandering hands. Also Gyuri appa with Jisunnie is my second fav pairing. They are so cute 😍

Megan knew she was being ridiculous

That being said, she couldn’t exactly help it at the moment, and that was only making it worse

She felt suffocated, like she couldn’t get enough air

Despite how many times she had snapped at her, though, which had made everyone else leave, Hayoung was still there, gently rubbing her back and speaking quietly to her about whatever she could think of

As much as she hated it, she couldn’t deny that it was really helping

She was slowly beginning to calm down, but it would be a while before she was back to normal

Hayoung didn’t seem to care, ignoring pretty much everything as she did her best to help Megan, but it still made her feel so guilty

Later, when she finally calmed down, she hugged Hayoung softly, murmuring apologies

Hayoung just smiled, telling her it was alright

When the same thing happened to Hayoung a week later, Megan made sure to be the best friend she could, doing her best to comfort her just as Hayoung had comforted her

everytime I stop to think about how much wheesa know and trust each other I kinda warm up a little. do you have anything with that? maybe them moving to start being trainees, and finding out they're in the same group.

Wheein was nervous

Scratch that, she was full on terrified

She and Hyejin had been best friends for so longer, trainees for even longer, and now they would have to separate

To make it even worse, they were separating because Wheein was living out their dreams, and Hyejin wasn’t

She felt so guilty about it that she nearly turned it down, but she knew Hyejin would whoop her ass if she did so

Finally she worked up the courage, going to visit Hyejin like she had so many times before

“I have something to tell you,” Wheein says, her throat tight

She can’t look at Hwasa

Hwasa says, “So do I...you can go first…”

“I...I was selected to join the new group, so we won’t be able to hang out much anymore…”

It’s silent, for long enough for Wheein to finally look up

Hyejin has her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes as she stares at Wheein, and it makes Wheein feel so guilty that she bursts into tears, trying to muffle herself as she sobs

Hyejin panics, pulling Wheein into a huge hug as she explains

“No, no, no, I’m not sad! I’m happy! I was chosen, too!”

Wheein doesn’t want to believe it, but at the same time, she hopes so desperately for it to be true

When they compare information and find out they’re going to be in the same group, they both start crying, too overwhelmed to keep their composure

i really love your writting¡¡ do you have any thoughts about red velvet x f(x), i know they didn't had enough interaction in cameras but maybe in the sm?? irene, seulgi & yeri trained with them so idk i want to know if you think of something ♡

They’re really not sure how it took so long to realize that Irene and Sulli shared a birthday

It was only when the two groups tried to book a practice room at the same time for birthday vlives that they found out

It very quickly became tradition for them to combine the parties, and they got pretty wild at times

Seulgi loved getting drunk, which was only encouraged by Amber, meaning Wendy had to chase the two around the entire time to try and limit the damage

Krystal spends the night teasing Yerin until she runs off to sulk, only to be forced to apologize by Victoria

Joy spends time with Luna, comparing pranks and jokes to play on the other members

They’re usually posted up in the corner, giggling maniacally, making all the others just a little nervous

Irene and Sulli spend the night watching the antics the others get up to, chatting quietly with each other

Even though none of them really eat cake, it somehow ends up gone before the night’s over

sanayeon and nayeons oral fixation <333

Sana first learned about Nayeon’s oral fixation early in their relationship, when Nayeon was on the verge of sleep and kept fussing until she somehow managed to get Sana’s fingers in her mouth, completely by accident

She calmed down immediately, making happy little noises as she drifted off

Sana found it the most adorable thing ever, and she used every chance she could to get Nayeon back into that position, curled up in her arms with Sana’s fingertips between her lips

Since their relationship is a secret to their friends (by Nayeon’s insistence - she hadn’t come out yet) it was a bit weird, the way Sana would tease her all day in any way she could

More than once she had been approached by the others, telling her to stop bullying Nayeon

Her favorite moment of “bullying” was when she pinned Nayeon to the wall in an abandoned hallway, shoving her fingers so far down Nayeon’s throat that tears were streaming down her face, clinging to Sana to stay upright

The best part of all of this - in Sana’s mind - was how utterly addicted Nayeon was

The one day Sana had to miss class, due to the flu, Nayeon showed up at her door by mid afternoon, on the verge of tears

She didn’t even say anything as she nearly collapsed on Sana, instinctively seeking out her hand and pulling it into her mouth

Can I request a babygirl!Tzuyu and sugarmommy!Jihyo please

Tzuyu originally met Jihyo at a party, where Tzuyu had managed to land a serving job

She spent the whole night doing her best not to look at the gorgeous woman - she really didn’t need to be distracted by that tiny black dress

Right before the party ended, Jihyo (who had had a few more drinks than she should have) cornered Tzuyu in a darker part of the hall, idly playing with Tzuyu’s hair as she admired her face

Tzuyu was panicking too much to really resist, too overwhelmed at having someone so pretty so close to her

“You’re so gorgeous, princess…” Jihyo murmurs. “Could I take you out sometime? Treat you the way you deserve to be treated?”

Amazed that she even has a chance with someone so pretty, Tzuyu agrees, and Jihyo leaves with her number, feeling pretty proud with herself

She doesn’t hesitate to call, either, contacting Tzuyu the next day and setting up a date

Jihyo takes Tzuyu to the best restaurant she knows, something that’s normally far out of Tzuyu’s price range

Tzuyu’s price range is pretty much convenience store ramen, so something like this was just out of this world for her

She’s wide eyed and amazed as Jihyo takes her to a private theater, then to the top of Namsan Tower to see the stars

It’s everything Tzuyu’s ever wanted in a first date, and she’s so sad that it won’t ever happen again once Jihyo sees how poor Tzuyu actually is and realizes how out of her league she is

At the end of the night, Jihyo drives Tzuyu home, seeing that the apartment she lives in barely qualifies as liveable

She wants desperately to just take Tzuyu home to spoil her properly, but everything she’s ever heard about people who aren’t well off tells her it wouldn’t go over well, and would probably drive Tzuyu away

Instead she calmly asks if she can see her again, ignoring the state of her home

Tzuyu’s shocked, to say the least, but agrees eagerly, so happy to know that Jihyo still likes her

Jihyo - over the course of several dates - slowly starts to spoil Tzuyu, buying her everything she could ever want

Tzuyu loves the attention, loves the pretty gifts, loves the way Jihyo makes her feel, like she’s the only person Jihyo sees

At first

She begins to realize how she’s not really contributing anything to the relationship, merely going along with Jihyo as she spends money on her

All Jihyo does is give, and all Tzuyu’s doing is taking

At least in her mind

She starts subconsciously avoiding Jihyo, taking longer shifts at work, doing everything she can to have an excuse not to be available

When Jihyo finally gets ahold of her, she thinks she did something to make Tzuyu hate her, and it takes a long time for things to clear up

Eventually Tzuyu moves in with Jihyo, letting go of all her worries about money

After all, Jihyo takes care of her now, and Jihyo’s baby doesn’t need to worry about such things

[AOA] It's been a long time since Jimin got laid. Seolhyun looks so sexy all the time, especially after she's filmed some commercials, that Jimin can barely stop herself from jumping her.

Jimin could only groan, laying back on the couch with her arm over her eyes

She really didn’t want to be that person, but she hadn’t gotten laid in a while and she really needed to

There was only so much her fingers could do

So when Seolhyun walked in, smelling like beer and her favorite perfume, it was ridiculously difficult to not just jump her

Seolhyun let out a groan of her own, collapsing on the couch next to Jimin as soon as her heels were off, cuddling into Jimin with a happy little noise

Jimin has to bite her lip to stay in control of herself

Seolhyun whines out an ‘unnie’, complaining about all the annoyances she had had to deal with throughout the day

Jimin tried her best to deal with it and listen to Seolhyun’s troubles, but she had a perfect view down her shirt, and Seolhyun’s quiet, smooth voice was really getting her going

When Seolhyun stood up to stretch, thanking Jimin for listening and presenting her with her tight waist and pert rear directly in her face, Jimin couldn’t take it anymore

She pounced, bringing Seolhyun down in a cloud of pent up growls and excited giggled

[TWICE] No matter what anyone says, Tzuyu can't imagine losing her virginity to anyone other than Jihyo

Jihyo’s just...so soft with her

She takes such good care of Tzuyu, and Tzuyu knows that she would never hurt her, no matter what happened

Sure enough, the first time they have sex, it’s the most gentle thing Tzuyu’s ever experienced, and she couldn’t have asked for better

For the next few weeks, she clings to Jihyo, quietly basking in her presence

how do you feel about wenseulrene? i read somewhere about joohyun being topped by seuldy/wenseul when they pull the “unnie” card. while i usually don’t believe in joohyun being topped, it was a nice thought to entertain. what are your headcanons on the ship? both sfw and nsfw, if possible

Joohyun was having a long day

A really long day

So when she gets home to her babies, dead on her feet and ready to just drop into bed and sleep, she can’t bring herself to take care of them like she usually does

Her babies see the state she’s in and gently lead her to the bath, filling it with warm water and quietly stripping her down

They fill the silence with quiet ‘unnie’s, washing her with incredible care and precision

Once she’s clean they clean themselves, then start to pepper her body with kisses

This is normally the point where Joohyun takes over, helping her babies come, but it feels so good that she can't help but lay back and let them take care of her

They sit her on the edge of tub, out of the water, and Seulgi kneels between her legs

She gets to work on Joohyun's core, slowly eating her out with all the force of a feather, while Wendy tends to her chest, kissing all up and down her neck and peppering her breasts with little nips

Joohyun has a hand on each head, threaded through their hair, but not controlling in the slightest

She just lets it happen, letting herself be taken care for once

They end it with Joohyun quietly asking for them to make her come, which they do with great enthusiasm

any thoughts on yoohyeon and jiu? would love it if u wrote a hc^^ thank u legend

Yoohyeon is Jiu's good girl

After all the years they've been together, this is pretty much her entire being

She doesn't know how to not be Jiu's good girl, which isn't always a good thing, especially when it comes to Jiu's job

She doesn't have to travel often, but when she occasionally does, it's very difficult for Yoohyeon

She doesn't know how to live life on her own anymore

It leads to video chats every night Jiu's away, and texts throughout the days, asking her about pretty much everything

It doesn't bother Jiu, knowing that her good girl is so dependant on her

She knows exactly how to take care of her, and how to make sure Yoohyeon never gets hurts because of something that could have been avoided

She's become an expert at making sure none of her orders pose any risk

Wheein being Solars babygirl and Wheein being such a emotional baby hcs?

Solar has to screen every movie they watch, knowing how sensitive Wheein is

Sometimes she forgets to, leading to an inconsolable Wheein, bawling on the couch over a tragic scene

Solar knows what to do at this point, since they've been together for so long

She pulled Wheein into her embrace, letting her focus on Solar's even breathing and heartbeat to calm down

She'll still sniffle for hours, though, leading Solar to swaddling her in the softest blankets and making her hot chocolate, letting her curl up in her lap until she's tuckered out and sleepy

Solar puts her to bed with soft kisses and quiet whispers, rubbing her back until she was truly asleep

She rubs her forehead in the hall, cursing herself for her laziness ahain

i cant really think about a plot rn so can you just write a hc of aoa mina being a brat please? sorry for being,, useless i just love mina and i barely can find fanfics about/with her :/

Yuna was starting to get angry

She was usually pretty calm, and while she did get annoyed, angering her was pretty difficult

However, Mina was managing it, and pretty easily at that

She had spent the night ignoring Yuna, brushing her off and flirting with pretty much everything with a pulse

It got to the point where Yuna was so angry that she nearly shattered the glass in her hand

By the end of the night, she was so pissed that it didn't even show, completely submerged in an icy rage

The group piled into the van to get back to the dorm, and Mina tried to cuddle up with her, thinking she had only annoyed Yuna, only for Yuna to shove her away with a scowl

She ignored Mina the entire drive back, stalking into her room and slamming the door, locking it

She put on her headphones, blasting music until she falls asleep

Mina doesn't sleep that night, too consumed with guilt to even close her eyes

She has only meant to make Yuna jealous, not piss her off so badly

By the time morning came around, she had made an enormous breakfast, filled with only Yuna's favorites

Despite that, Yuna barely eats, deliberately only taking a few pieces of toast, and Mina wants to cry

The others give her pitying looks

It takes the entirety of the day for Yuna to calm down enough to actually talk with her

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

Mina nods frantically, wanting nothing more than to be forgiven

“Get on your bed,” she orders. “Your punishment is three hours.”

Mina is tied to the bed, a Hitachi strapped to her thigh and pressed firmly against her clit

Its turned on at max capacity, and even though she wants to complain, she can't

She deserves this

Yuna sits in the corner, glaring at her throughout the whole thing

Hey man how are you doing? Food poisoning is some shit, and I hope you get to feeling better soon. I was wondering if you had any thoughts on Lovelyz? I love Yein's interactions with Kei and honestly I just love Kei in general. Babysoul is also one of my favorite Mommy dom idols

Although I'm severely late in responding to this, I think you for your concern. At the time I received this ask, I was definitely starting to feel better, and I'm happy to report I'm feeling a hundred percent, now. But yeah, it was horrible.

Yein and Kei are the baby girls of Lovelyz, and no one could say differently

In any other group, having two baby girls would usually cause jealousy and fighting, but most of the time they were too busy playing with each other to worry about such things

Although they could all be mommies, Babysoul is the one that looks after them most often

She makes sure they're being safe, makes sure they're not hungry, makes sure she's always nearby, just in case something goes wrong

In comparison, Mijoo is like the wild mom

She does the same things as Babysoul, because she loves their babies just as much, but she also gets their help pulling a ton of pranks on the other members

spare jaisy nsfw hc preferably alpha jane and omega daisy

The dorms at Daisy's university were a bit strange, but effective

Omegas bunked together, typically in groups of four

Since alphas couldn't room together (too much aggression and anger meant too much for the school to deal with) an alpha was typically paired with a beta

When Daisy applied for housing, she applied as a beta, since she hadn't had a rut or a heat, and she was well past the age for even late bloomers

Her roommate was named Jane, and she was one of the prettiest girls Daisy had ever seen, but since she was an alpha, there was zero chance of her ever looking twice at Daisy

Two months into the year, Daisy went into heat

Jane was amazingly supportive through it all, never once touching her, even with Daisy's fevered begging

When it was over, they decided to keep her new status a secret, since they were really good friends and didn't want to be forced to live with someone new

It worked well for a while, with Jane regularly sneaking in suppressants, until Daisy realized how madly in love with Jane she was

Looking back, it started pretty subtly

She would look forward to Jane coming home, perking up when she heard her key in the lock, running to the door to greet her

She'd make Jane little snacks, feeling incredibly happy when she liked them

She found herself thinking about Jane more and more, wanting to make her happy

Finally, she realized that she wanted to be Jane's, even though she wasn't sure if Jane even saw her that way

She planned out the confession to be between heats, just to make sure Jane didn't think she was speaking from lust, because she’s said such things before

When Daisy asks Jane to mark her, Jane misunderstands

She thinks that Daisy just wants her help through heats, more like friends with benefits than lovers

She agrees, even though it hurts, because she's so madly in love with Daisy that the thought of her finding someone else to help her through heats makes Jane want to die

The way Daisy looks so happy when she gets home, the way she makes her food, the way Daisy fits so perfectly under her arm

It makes her yearn for her

Daisy doesn't realize the miscommunication at first, too embarrassed from the confession, and doesn't have the courage to correct it

It tears them both up inside, but nothing changes until Jane's friend Jooe finds her trying to destroy a punching bag

She goads Jane until she's seeing red, then sends her home, a whirling mass of possessiveness and anger

Daisy meets her at the door like usual, her greeting interrupted by Jane slamming her into the wall, biting into her neck with a throaty “you're mine”

Daisy figuratively rolls over, going submissive in an instant as she lets Jane have her way

Jane spends the entire time growling ‘mine’s to Daisy and shaking her until she could gasp out a ‘yours’

It’s only after they’re done (wearing nothing and panting on the living room floor) that Jane realizes Jooe managed to trigger her rut, as she feels herself getting riled up again

She rolls over Daisy to start again, only to hear her whimper in pain

The second the sound registers, she’s on her feet across the room, horrified to have ever hurt her baby

She locks herself in her room, determined to ride out the rest of her rut by herself

The next day, Daisy gets home after classes, drained and worried wanting to reassure Jane but not wanting to encroach on her privacy, only to find Jane sitting at the table, staring silently at a cold cup of coffee

“We can’t keep doing this,” Jane says, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t keep hurting you like this. I...I can’t handle it.”

Daisy feels like crying, but all she can do is stand there and feel numb

“Will you please be my girlfriend? I can’t stand the uncertainty any more. Please...please be mine?”

Daisy bursts into tears as she rushes into Jane’s arms, doing her best to drown in her alpha’s scent

“Please mark me, unnie!” she cries, “Please make me yours!”

could you write solji/hyelin edging with mommy kink?

Hyelin is the biggest babygirl, wanting nothing more than to have her mommy nearby and to be spoiled

Solji usually has no issue spoiling her, especially with how obedient and pretty her baby is, but sometimes she has to remind her that she’s the one in charge, not Hyelin, despite how lenient she usually is

In those cases, she makes sure to have fun with it

She’ll tie Hyelin in a suspended harness, letting her dangle in midair for Solji to do with as she wished

She’ll spend hours teasing her, bringing her to the brink over and over,but never letting her actually be satisfied

When Solji feels she’s had enough, she’ll untie Hyelin, gather her in her arms and bring her to bed, quietly stroking her back to calm her down

She’ll slowly feed Hyelin, making sure she has lots of water

At no point does she actually let her come - she has to earn that, and being good for her mommy isn’t enough

She finally earns it three days later by perfecting their latest choreo, amd when Solji finally lets her come, she nearly passes out, so overwhelmed by how good she feels that she has to cling to Solji just to retain some sense of self

Any soft moonsun headcanons you have in mind? Oh and I love your blog; your writing is well done^^ 🌙💞

Thank you!

Byulyi’s hard days end one of two ways

She either runs herself a bath, rubbing herself down with soft scented oils and polishing off a bottle of wine

Or she’ll go to Solar’s place, and let herself shut down

On those nights, Solar becomes her world, the only thing she’ll actually notice of the real world

Solar babies her, quietly taking of her and doing her best to make her feel safe and protected

The things they do vary on the day and Byulyi’s mood, but it reminds Solar of taking care of her little cousins

“Moonie” - as she calls herself - likes to watch cartoons, but only if she’s sitting on Solar’s lap with Solar’s hands on her tummy

Sometimes she’ll draw Solar pictures, which are surprisingly good, despite her state of mind

The only way she’ll eat is if Solar feeds her, which usually leads to the tenderest moments of Solar wiping Byulyi’s lips while Byulyi stares at her with wide, innocent eyes

lowkey that was like really good wth wow such quality content

I’m not entirely sure what this is referring to, but thank you! It’s always nice to hear feedback, especially positive stuff!”

Can you write a wonha smut? I dont really know what about but it would be nice to read them. There’s barley anything of them. :( Thank you for writing!!

In what world is wonha rare? Just go on ao3 or aff. It’ll probably be listed under galaxywish, though. Anyways, here you go.

Eunbi knows this is against the rules, but really, who could blame her when it felt this good?

She's just glad they're at the back of the hall, so there's less chance of getting caught, even though she's positive the students nearest them know what's going on

After all, there's not much else to look at during study period

The prefect passes nearby, and instead of stopping, Sojung's fingers go deeper, making Eunbi's eyes roll back

The prefect actually smirks at them when she's close enough, offering Sojung a quiet high five

Sojung fingers her until the end of the period, finally withdrawing and licking her fingers clean as they start to pack up

Eunbi's trembling and dripping all over herself, and she only realizes there's a damp spot on the back of her skirt when Sojung ties her sweater around Eunbi's waist

They walk sedately back to their dorm, with Eunbi tucked under Sojung's arm to try and prevent her from collapsing

When they're in the elevator, away from the cameras and prying eyes, Sojung pins Eunbi to the wall, tugging down her collar to mark up her chest with angry red marks

By the time they get to the dorm, Eunbi's on her last legs, having come more than a few times over the afternoon

The door barely has enough time to close before Eunbi's on the floor, her clothes being wrestled off by an over enthusiastic Sojung

She feels like a doll as Sojung manhandles her, and she couldn't be happier

Finally she's naked, and Sojung's pounding into her with the strap that was hidden under her own skirt

Eunbi's eyes are unfocused and hazy, and she's drooling all over the place

Once she's come a couple more times, and she's nearly catatonic, Sojung lifts her up, bringing her over to the couch so she can curl in Sojung's lap, the strap still buried in her overly sensitive pussy

Sojung strokes her hair and kisses her softly, praising her for taking her so well

On the verge of passing out, Eunbi's never felt so proud

could you possibly write about dodaeng omegaverse with possessive alpha doyeon and oblivious omega yoojung

Yoojung is needy, there’s no denying that

That being said, she’s also weirdly dense, never really understanding when someone is hitting on her

Doyeon is quite aware of it, and since she knows that Yoojung won’t ever discourage people when she doesn’t know it’s happening, she takes it upon herself to make sure everyone knows who her omega belongs to

Whenever Yoojung’s talking to someone new, you can bet that Doyeon will be right by her side, her glare challenging the other person to try anything

Usually she has at least one hand in Yoojung’s back pocket, quietly squeezing her tiny ass

The rare few times someone actually decides to challenge Doyeon’s claim on her, they learn just how strong she actually is as she throws them across the room, picking Yoojung up and leaving with her over her shoulder

When Yoojung goes into heat, Doyeon goes into ultra possessive mode, nesting Yoojung in their apartment and refusing to let anyone get near her

Even though she doesn’t quite know why Doyeon acts like that sometimes, Yoojung loves it, feeling safe and taken care of whenever she does

Even with how possessive Doyeon gets during Yoojung’s heat, it’s nothing compared to Doyeon’s ruts

She does everything but tie Yoojung to her, and sometimes, even that

Yoojung isn’t allowed to get even five feet from her, even if she has to use the bathroom, because Doyeon goes mad if Yoojung’s not touching her

The longest time they’ve ever been apart was when Yoojung went to visit her family for a week, and it was utter hell for the both of them

#alright #now my inbox is empty #good lord i'm so bad at keeping up

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abo anon. i did not?? anticipate positive feedback?? i am actually fairly recent in the abo scene too (also i'm sorry/honoured to be the person who introduced the term 'cockwarming' to you)

!!! same! but im glad bc abo au is,,, *chef kiss*

(i think it’s more of a honour don’t worry) ahhh it’s ok everyone has their things to do! hope you’re well today too! thank yoU!!!! im crying every day hope these fuckers are worth my tears of desperation! also sorry for the late reply, wanted to answer yesterday but just wrote half n it was already too late orzlet’s start

HONESTLY connor would prob be the one most into it, i mean, 60 & RK900 have their fair share too but man, connor loves being mouth knotted, pinned, bitten, SCENT MARKED, dirty talked, scratched, whatever!60 secretly likes to be spanked(!!!) and he likes to scratch but he’s not really doing it on purpose most of the time.RK900′s not super crazy about it but it depends on his mood tho scent marking absolutely (his guilty pleasure is to be pinned by the hips with his chest on the bed)mhh aftercare? (my mind read aftercafé for 5 times & was confused sm)connor would like to be hold a lot, cuddles in general, PRAISES and cute soft blankets with both of your scents on. 60′d love cuddles, jokes, just relaxing, maybe watching something while he kisses your temples a lot. RK900 well, CUDDLES?? of course, CUDDLES AGAIN, kisses, everything mushy really.while being alpha mhh connor would prob be very gentle: biting and spanking.60 is a dirty talker it’s in his nature but apart from that & perhaps spaking, maybe holding his omega’s neck but not actually applying pressure? also scent mark? yep.RK900 is a biter!!!! otherwise mhh,,,, he could? spank?? MAY BE?? he would feel guilty as heck, he’s not one to hurt his omega. he scents mark like crazy.aftercare is uhh whatever you want!!!!! they’ve gotchu. connor is a mom we know, so it might be something to ease the pain, water, lots of cuddling bc yes, also staying in the nest since he’s lazy.60 something for the pain too, FOOD, cuddles, a bath? do you want a bath? gives bath. yeah but try not to have sex there too,,,RK900 uhh cuddles? you guessed right. something for pain! they all do this! caresses lots of ‘em. kisses. just really long endless hugs. LOVE. okay his aftercare is love!!!!!WELLconnor is a bit hesitant in knotting because what if it hurts?? too tight?? GOSH what if you don’t like it? please reassure him that it’s totally ok! if it’s your thing i mean! but he sure likes it because of the comfort it brings, it’s nice, it’s a close act of bonding, can’t complain at all! he cuddles his omega to death, really, he’s clingy af!! while knotted he loves to have some cute pillow talk, probably making sure his omega is alright, bathing in their scents too is nice! his fav position is by hugging his omega’s back (big spoon) but even hugging & facing them is okay! mhh how long you say? how much is needed! he doesn’t indulge too much on being inside his omega unless they explicitly ask him to! not that he doesn’t like it or anything, it’s just how he does things! they can cuddle even after thatfor 60 knotting is nothing special, it’s sure nice because he gets to be so close to his omega and cuddle but it’s a normal thing! he cuddles so much,,,, he tickles sometimes since he’s a evil baby. while knotted uhh whatever pleases you! might be a massage, might be some cute words, might even be telling you what you have to buy while doing grocery next day! position is def him with his back against the nest and his omega with onto it with their back against his chest (does this wording make sense?? do people understand?)! while he doesn’t treat knotting as something ‘woah’ he sure loves to be lazy and stay inside his omega!RK900 okay my baby boy love him he ADORES knotting did you guess! he loves everything about it! he can be one with his partner that’s just fantastic!!! esp if they have a breeding/cum kink? i think. dirty! honestly what do he does while knotted & how he cuddles are the same thing for him because all he can do is be a tender alpha, caring to every need his omega might have! and he’s super clingy, more than connor so?? kisses, caresses, love declarations, he’s the whole package! fav position while doing so is him on top of his omega while they’re on the nest being all sweet & soft. how long does he stay? too fucking much. to the point he asks you for another round. he’s a bitchy baby what can i say would you tell him no? i wouldn’t. (let’s use the new term you teached me! cockwarming!!!!)!!!!!! IM CrYINg!!!! you’re right it can be both because?? hHHH?? that’s so fucking funky i love it so much either way they’d be super surprised AND excited to the max so gotta give them what they want or they’ll give it to you,,,

#DBH #dbh abo #dbh a/b/o #dbh omegaverse

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Only Half a Blue Sky (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

A/N:

[arrives one week late and still hungover]

Hello, lovelies! How are y'all? HAPPY NEW YEAR! OMG! It's 2019! And yes, I am late, as stated. All I can say is that I'm sorry. I wasn't really in a good place, and I kinda drifted off into a different place just to get everything off my mind. Thus, I am going to give a S/O to the manhwa that kept me company while on sabbatical:

Here U Are

!!! It's sexy and fluffy and just perfect yaoi. If you're still here, thank you for waiting. And this is it, the finale. You won't have to do any waiting anymore. So, I guess kudos to that? It was hard writing this last one, I had written and deleted a lot of scenes in the making. But I fervently hope that this is everything you've wanted. As promised it's a happy ending, because canon already hurts. As always, remaining mistakes is all mine. I've only read this ONCE after writing everything. Fun fact: I beta-ed it in Comic San. [gasps] Another thing, this contain a bit of violence, or like mentions of it really. This is long already and I am holding you back from your last chapter. So, once more, thank you for being here through the journey. And I hope you enjoy this last piece of the story.

‘The problem with most of us,’ he said, ‘is not the lack of love. It’s the inability to understand why anyone in their right mind would want us.’ -S.Z.

There’s none of that biting cold anymore. But the pain remains, although a little more bearable than it was before. Nonetheless, it is present. And heavens, it’s a chore to even open his eyes, but he managed to.

Tony’s not sure if he’s having some hallucinations, like what he had when he was in Afghanistan, but he likes this dream better than his current reality; even if, this dream is set in a hospital. God, he really hates hospitals, but he’ll take it over the room of torture with Mike.

And would you look at that, this hallucination is already going great by featuring both Pepper and Rhodey. Although Pepper seems to start crying when Tony acknowledged them both.

‘Oh god, Tony,’ Pepper cries.

‘Tones.’ That’s Rhodey, reaching out immediately to stop him from shifting upright on the bed. ‘Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe,’ his best friend whispers, Rhodey’s hand is warm against his bare shoulder. And this is getting so much better by the second with how real the touch feels like. ‘Try not to move so much because that’s bad for your healing ribs.’

‘You’re not allowed to have office leave longer than six days anymore,’ Pepper informs him, sitting down on the bed near Tony’s aching thigh. She takes his IV free hand and breaks into another soft sob. ‘Not if it gives you room to get kidnap. Again.’ She sniffs. ‘I can’t do this anymore, Tony. My heart can’t take it.’

Tony only looks at Pepper with a small smile, quite happy that his imagination can conjure Pepper perfectly. God, he’ll miss Pepper, too.

‘Do you want some water, Tones?’ That’s Rhodey again, he has removed his warm hand on Tony’s shoulder and he misses the contact already. He needs physical contact without it having to hurt. Not like Mike’s touches that promises pain.

He wants to tell Rhodey to come back, to stay. But his mouth is dry, his tongue is heavy. Things are starting to get hazy again,, he suspects it’s all due to the consistent pounding in his head. Jesus, why did the bad guys go for his head when it’s his bread and butter.

‘God, Tony,’ Pepper says. ‘You gave us a scare… I hope you know that you need to compensate for all the stress we all went through because of you.’

His precious Platypus has offered him a cup of water with a straw; he’s only realising now that he’s parched. Mike’s only given him water and bread once a day, which isn’t enough.

‘I can’t believe a simple I’m sorry doesn’t cut it nowadays, Miss Potts,’ he replies. His own voice sounds weak to his ears. His eyes feeling heavy again, but he fights against the pull of unconsciousness. He wants to stay here: in this moment. He doesn’t want to go back to reality where Mike awaits him with new ways to break him down.

‘It doesn’t, when I know how much you’re earning, Mr. Stark,’ Pepper retorts easily, tears slowly drying, and eyes free from more waterbreak.

‘And your billions wouldn’t even cut it either to compensate,’ Rhodey adds. ‘What you need to do is stay out of trouble. That’s how you’ll compensate. Stay out of trouble and be safe, starting now… and for the rest of your life, you idiot.’

Pepper nods in agreement.

‘No promises,’ he says and blinks thrice to thwart the pull of slumber because he wants to stay, and bask in Rhodey and Pepper’s worry and nagging. He doesn’t want to go back to the cold and pain and more torture. He doesn’t want to see Mike, or even the guy’s shadow.

‘Does something hurt?’ Pepper asks, hands hovering over Tony’s body like she’s trying to locate which part is aching.

‘I’ve already called Bruce.’ He hears Rhodey say more than he sees his best friend muttering it.

Tony fights hard against the mental and physical weariness that’s taking him away from his beautiful dream. He lets out a low whine of protest because his own body won’t listen to him when he tries to move himself awake.

‘Shhh…’ It’s Pepper’s calm voice, her soft hand cautiously caresses his bruised cheek.

‘It’s okay, Tony.’ That’s Steve’s voice. Steve is here. In his dream. But he can’t see him because his eyes won’t cooperate to open.

‘Please,’ he begs, facing where Steve’s voice is coming from.

‘You’re safe, sweetheart.’ Is the last thing Tony hears before the darkness takes him again.

Warm hands on his own is the first thing that welcomes him back into consciousness. It feels amazing. That and also, how he’s no longer hearing that annoying water droplet that has been his constant companion along with the cold and pain.

Slowly, Tony peels his eyes open and observes the room his in. It’s the same hospital room he had in one of his dream. Does it mean he’s dreaming again?

‘It’s nice to see you awake, Stark.’ It’s Bruce Wayne.

Wow. That’s unexpected. He can’t believe he has the ability to dream of Bruce.

Bruce gives him a small amused smile. ‘You’re not dreaming, Tony.’

And did he say that last bit aloud? So much for his usual non-existent brain-to-mouth filter.

‘How are you feeling?’ Bruce asks. ‘Do you need me to call your doctor? Or Dr. Banner, perhaps?’

Tony shakes his head. ‘I’m okay,’ he answers, which is half lie because everywhere in him still aches like a motherfucker but he doesn’t need a doctor. ‘Water, maybe?’

Bruce nods and releases Tony’s hand he’s been holding to fetch a cup. And Tony’s only realising that it’s Bruce hand that was keeping his warm. Now, it feels a little cold without Bruce’s touch.

‘Here.’ The other man offers him a cup with a straw and Tony drinks.

‘Am I really not dreaming?’ he asks when he finishes half the glass.

‘No.’

‘How are you?’ There’s a few healing marks on Bruce’s face, due to the same explosion that almost killed Tony — that almost killed them both.

‘I’ve had worse.’ Bruce puts the cup to the nearby table and reclaims his chair. Tony almost asked him if he could hold his hand again because somehow the room feels colder.

‘JARVIS, could you please bring the temperature up a little?’

‘Affirmative, sir,’ JARVIS replies. ‘And welcome back home.’

‘Thanks, J.’ He smiles at his AI. ‘Glad to be back.’ He then turns to Bruce. ‘I can’t say I’m not happy to see you’re here. But… why exactly are you here?’

‘Ms. Romanov let me in and said to watch over you while she goes and grab some coffee.’ Tony gives him a deadpan look. ‘That’s true. But actually…’ Bruce clears his throat and looks at everywhere but Tony’s inquiring eyes. ‘I came here to apologise.’

‘For what?’

Bruce squares his shoulder, like he’s preparing for battle. He’s brave, Tony will give him that. He looks Tony in the eyes as he says, ‘Your kidnapping. It was my fa—’

‘No, it wasn’t,’ Tony cuts off, giving the other a man a smile even when it still hurts his face to do it. ‘I’m an Avenger, and everything I do is a constant life hazard.’

‘But still—’

‘Please don’t,’ he remarks. ‘You helped a lot in this mission. The reason why we were able to avoid civilian casualty in Sokovia.’ Bruce still looks like he wants to argue. ‘And I also enjoyed building that Radioactive Gamma Energy Scanner prototype, even when it didn’t work.’

‘And this is why you need to stick with your other Bruce.’ Bruce chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. ‘Not our best two a.m. invention.’

Tony wants to tell him that they can still improve the prototype and make a successful Weird Energy Scanner for magical aliens or magical items. But the door suddenly opens, and burst in Steve and James.

‘JARVIS said that you’re awake,’ Steve says.

‘What is he doing here?’ James’ glaring at Bruce.

Both super soldiers are in their own strange image of tired and worry. Plus, displease on James’ side as he eyes Bruce.

‘I guess that’s my cue to leave,’ Bruce tells Tony. He’s rising up from his chair.

‘You should,’ James agrees frostily. ‘How did you even manage to get here?’ He crosses the room and postures terrifyingly on Tony’s other side. ‘After what you did in Sokovia.’

‘Buck,’ Steve warns softly, standing next to his soulmate.

‘No, Stevie.’ James’ glowering again, close to his Winter Soldier one. ‘It’s all his fault. I’m not even going to be surprised if he’s HYDRA and it he was on it with the kidnapping.’

‘Buck, please.’

‘So, you better leave now, or not even Steve will be able to hold me back from all the things I want to do with you,’ James threatens.

‘Enough,’ Tony orders. He runs his free hand over his face, the headache starting to come forward on full force again. ‘Bruce is here because he’s my friend,’ he tells both the super soldiers. ‘And he’s not HYDRA.’

‘You can’t—’

‘I know that, Sergeant,’ he presses, putting authority in voice. ‘We’ve been in the same circle since we were young. He’s my competitor since then. And I’m smart enough to know that you have to make your enemies closer, or as Pepper use to call it: stalk your enemy creepily.’

‘You’ve always been a Peeping Tom on me, Stark?’ Bruce looks more amuse than surprise at the confession with his raised eyebrow.

Tony snorts. ‘As if you’ve never gotten your nose in my business as well.’

‘You’ve always made your business quite interesting, and hard to ignore,’ Bruce replies.

Steve clears his throat, ceasing Tony’s answering remark.

‘I’ll come by again, Tony.’ Bruce rises up from his seat, eyes on the two super soldiers.

‘Don’t be a stranger,’ he tells the other billionaire. ‘And if you can come back with Alfred’s cookies, you can get me dirty on my back again.’

A metal squeaks, but it’s swallowed by Bruce’s laughter.

‘I do like you in such position, especially under…’ He trails off and leaves a kiss on top of Tony’s head. ‘Looking forward to it,’ he says when he pulls back, eyes gleaming with mischief that Tony’s clueless of.

‘Bye, Bruce,’ he bids as the other billionaire exits the door happily. When the doorknob clicks, he turns to the two super soldier, who both look annoyed — jealous almost, but that can’t be true, right?

‘You can’t see that man again,’ Bucky tells the genius. And he knows he’s being blowing this out of proportion, sixty percent because he’s jealous and angry at Tony and Wayne’s parting exchange.

‘And why?’ Tony demands, glaring back at Bucky fiercely despite all bandaged-up in a hospital bed and not as near as reprimanding as he thinks he is.

‘Because… Uhmm…’ God, is it hard to make his reasons sound sane when it’s all fuelled by jealousy. He turns to Steve for help, but the blond clearly doesn’t know what to do as well. Maybe they should have planned this ahead. ‘Because… he’s not safe, okay?’

‘Did you not hear me what I just said, Frosty?’ Tony sounds frustrated and tired. ‘Bruce is trustworthy. He’s not HYDRA.’

‘How else would you explain Sokovia?’ Bucky argues.

Tony closes his eyes tightly as if he’s trying to fight back an upcoming headache. ‘Sokovia,’ he begins, opening his eyes reluctantly, ‘is not his fault. It’s the general hazard of being an Avenger.’ His brown eyes are piercing. ‘It’s with Bruce’s help that we managed to intercept that HYDRA base without much civilian casualty. He’s the one who gave information about the sceptre’s whereabouts even before Thor managed to get Loki on Earth. And even with Loki, it would have taken some time to point out the sceptre’s exact location. That time alone could have given HYDRA enough opportunity to use the power of the sceptre for mass destruction.’

Bucky didn’t know that Wayne is that significant to this Sokovia mission. But it doesn’t matter because his irrational thought can easily ignore all of Wayne’s importance and focus solely on how the man wasn’t able to protect Tony, and is still trying to get together with Tony. He won’t turn a blind eye to that.

Tony needs someone who can save him, who will be there for him when he’s defenceless. Because Tony might be a strong superhero, but he’s still a man; and human’s can still have their moment of vulnerability. And someone dependent should be there to defend Tony when he can no longer do so for himself.

‘So, I hope this is the finality of the discussion, Sergeant,’ Tony informs. ‘I won’t stand it anymore, with how you’re trying to accuse an innocent person who’ve done nothing but help for the greater good.’

And Bucky wants to argue again, because he can’t stand it as well that Tony’s taking Wayne’s side. But Steve wounds his hand on Bucky’s bicep, ceasing him from further upsetting Tony because the genius isn’t on his best health. Bucky needs to remember that and be considerate of it. Clearly, his debate isn’t rational, and basically it’s just him projecting his anxiety and exhaustion over the last few days when the engineer was kidnapped and unconscious.

But it’s hard to not blame Wayne for all of Tony’s suffering under that sadistic HYDRA agent, even after he had gotten creative with the agent’s face after they rescued Tony. Bucky can picture that day as clear as if it was yesterday and not a whole week ago.

Three days after the first video was sent JARVIS had managed to track the video source. Somewhere in the coast of Spain. And two hours later they have drawn out a plan to rescue Tony.

Loki and his glamour played a huge role in the rescue. Him and Thor went to the HYDRA rendezvous point in France where they bluff an exchanged, while him, Steve and Natasha head to the secret base to rescue Tony, because no way in hell will HYDRA return the engineer after getting the sceptre and the Winter Soldier. It was an ambush.

A small battalion awaited the two alien gods glamoured as Steve and Bucky with the sceptre. But they all perished in the end because really, what can HYDRA goons do against gods. Clint, Sam, and Rhodey were also there for support to contain the casualty.

Meanwhile, back in the base, Bucky wreak havoc with his two companions. Him more than the other two because Natasha was stealing important files and destroying them so they won’t be used anymore. Steve on the other hand secured Tony and brought him to Dr. Banner. Bucky had a free rein to soak the floor with blood because he needed to unleash his anger.

It wasn’t his best moment, and he regret it a bit because it reminded him of his Winter Soldier days. His therapist wasn’t supportive of it either. But somehow — despite how fucked up it sounds — it was freeing. And maybe Steve had to pull him back to sanity after the carnage, and how close he was to killing Tony’s tormentor.

‘Look,’ he begins, feeling guilty for upsetting Tony when they just got him back and he’s not completely healed, ‘I’m sorry for being rude to Wayne…’ And Tony’s looking at him hopefully. ‘But, you can’t really blame me — us — for suspecting him, because he returned home fine. But you… you were taken. And then, they… they send us videos. Videos of your torture.’

‘What?’ Tony’s eyes grow wide.

‘You don’t know?’ Steve inserts. ‘They sent us long videos of you being tormented by Andrei.’ He places an arm around Bucky’s shoulder, stopping the tremble that takes over Bucky’s body at the thought of those vile videos. Of Andrei’s fists landing on Tony’s ribs and face. And the knives.

‘I didn’t know that,’ Tony mumbles.

‘I’m sure that’s also Andrei’s thoughts when he was generous with his punches, unconscious of what can happen to him with each blow he’s left on you.’ Bucky all but growls.

There’s a small horror in the engineer’s eyes. ‘You captured him?’

‘He’s alive,’ Steve replies.

‘Unfortunately,’ Bucky adds sourly.

‘We need him alive for informations,’ the blond reminds, but he also wasn’t happy that the sonuvabitch is still breathing after what Tony had gone through under his dirty hands.

‘Good,’ Tony agrees. ‘Maybe he can point us to the remaining HYDRA bases.’

‘You don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart,’ Steve says. ‘You need to rest. Doctor’s order. And we’ll take care of everything, okay?’

The shock on Tony’s face at the sweet moniker is cute, and distressing. Bucky’s once again reminded that Tony had to live all these years thinking that Steve was for Bucky alone. And he can sympathise with the engineer’s pain, and wishes Tony didn’t have to feel all alone and abandoned.

And true to Tony nature, he ignores the nickname and acts as if Steve had slipped up. But Bucky knows his blond soulmate didn’t. They’ve talked about this: the both of them. He had come clean with the truth to Steve and did his own research about trio soulmate bond.

Apparently, their kind of bond is rare. Not a lot has been written about it. And now that he’s sure Steve is also Tony’s soulmate, Bucky’s confident that they can all work it out. There’s enough love to go around with the three of them. No one needs to be left out, like he feared. Everyone will have enough of what they deserve — and hopefully more — even if Bucky’s scared he’s going to fuck it up at times.

He’s been doing a lot of thinking, right here besides Tony’s bed for the first three days that the billionaire had been unconscious. Him and Steve were sitting on each side of Tony’s bed when they’ve discussed their situation.

Before, Bucky’s been scared of adding Tony to their dynamic because he’s afraid that he’s not going to be enough to love two amazing people at the same time, and give them the love that’s not in pieces but whole and sufficient and everything Tony and Steve deserve. Up to this day, he still thinks that what he’s providing for Steve isn’t adequate for what he had been given.

Now, it’s different. Bucky will forever try to be worthy of their love — or whatever love they can spare him. And maybe he’ll come around the fact that he deserves them, too. That the universe had made a perfect match out of them. All three of them.

And they are perfect, he realises, now that his fear of being not enough isn’t as loud as before. Not when he knows he can keep Tony — because after almost losing the engineer, he will never let him go again, come heaven or hell — and know that if he fuck up at times, Steve will be there to give Tony what Bucky can’t because he’s broken. And Steve, his idiot, beloved Stevie who will be taken care of as well on times Bucky doesn’t think he can.

Slowly, he wants to accept this twisted and wonderful fate he had been given. The fear may continue to echo inside his head, but he’s got two marvellous soulmate who will help silence his demons. And in return, he’ll try to protect them and love them and cherish them for as long as he’s breathing. They are his life now, his reason to become better. They are everything.

‘And there’s something we need to talk to you about,’ Steve begins. And Bucky can see Tony’s guard rising up at the seriousness in Steve’s voice. He bets that if the genius isn’t bedridden he’d probably try to avoid them.

Tony cracks a fake smile. ‘Whatever it is, I’m sure I have a valid explanation,’ he jokes. ‘And before we proceed… with whatever this is, I do believe that according to my Miranda Rights, I have the right for an attorney, right?’

‘That’s a lot of right in one single sentence,’ Bucky points out teasingly, trying hard to calm the sudden anxiety in Tony. And maybe for himself as well, because this is it. The moment of truth.

‘I’m not sure if this is the right time for this conversation,’ Steve says, sitting down on the vacant part of Tony’s bed. For someone so big, Steve managed to be careful about the genius’ injured thigh. ‘But… after all that’s happened, I don’t think this can wait. Not after we’ve seen you be tortured and almost die.’ His blue eyes sincerely hold Tony’s brown ones in silent query to proceed. Tony barely nods. ‘Tony… all the nights we’ve waited for you to open your eyes felt like forever. And, at times it felt like you won’t open them again.’

‘Cap…’ Tony’s hand moves as if to wipe the rogue tears on Steve’s cheek, but he stops mid action as he sees Bucky, and drops his hand instead.

‘Those were unbearable days.’ Steve sniffs. ‘And we couldn’t do anything. We couldn’t protect you, or tell you that you have to come back because… because life without you would never be worth living.’

It’s Bucky’s turn to put a supporting arm on Steve’s shoulder.

‘But you have Bucky to live for, Cap,’ the genius reasons out. ‘He’s your soulmate.’

‘And so are you,’ Steve states. ‘We saw the video. You... you said my name.’

The silence that follows is loud. Tony’s face undergoes a series of emotion. There’s fear, loneliness, denial, and pain etch on his feature. Steve remains glued to his seat as he waits for Tony to process the news.

Tony chuckles without humour. ‘I think now is the perfect time to demand a lawyer?’

‘Tony, please.’

‘No, Cap.’ The ever so stubborn Tony Stark, almost as stubborn as one Steve Rogers. ‘This is a mistake. You and Bucky are bonded, and I’d be a selfish bastard to come between that.’ His voice cracks a little. ‘And I won’t. I promise. I will never come between the two of you. You both deserve each other. You survived the war together and managed to find each other in this century… that’s a miracle by itself, and a true testament that you’re for meant to be.’

‘You and me are the same,’ Steve insists.

‘It’s not.’ Tony shakes his head. ‘It’s nothing but some cosmic mistake. Or the universe trying to doom you into being with someone like me.’

‘Doom? Tony, anyone would be lucky to have—’

‘You’re just saying that now, Spangles. But in the next week or maybe tomorrow, you’ll regret even looking my way. And what of Bucky? He’s going to kill me if I ever made you cry, which I already did by the way, by almost dying.’ He looks defeated. ‘This isn’t going to work, Cap. I’m a fuck up, too many issues, broken, etcetera. And you’ve got Bucky, who’s got amazing sense of humour and caring and remembers birthdays. Surely, you don’t want to trade all that for—’

‘Please don’t finish that sentence,’ Steve requests. ‘Also, for the record, I’ve been half in love with you after the battle of New York… How can I not be, when you’ve given me a home, your valuable time, your precious friendship. You’ve given me new purpose to live after I’ve lost everything I hold dear.’

Tony lets go of a heavy sigh and looks away from Steve. ‘Snowflake, help me out here,’ he says to Bucky. ‘Aren’t you going to fight for your man?’

‘I am,’ he replies, which Tony nods to in approval. The genius even turns to Steve to gloat. He circles around the bed to get to the other side. ‘And I’m scared… I don’t know what to say, or what I’m going to do if this doesn’t work out, because for these past weeks I’ve been tormented by this very moment… and how you’re going to react…’

Tony’s eyebrows furrow. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘I am going to fight for Steve… as I am going to fight for you,’ Bucky continues. ‘Because you might hate me after learning the truth, but I’m just going to take that. I’d have whatever emotion you can scrap for me… because after losing you… I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself that you’ll never know — that, that to me, you’re an amazing person… that you’re kind and selfless… that you’re very easy to like… and...’ He tries to swallow the anxiety forming in his throat. ‘And to love… Anthony Edward Stark.’

The engineer’s eyes grow wide, his lips parted in a small o that in a different scenario, Bucky would find cute. But not now. Not when Tony knows the truth: he’s soul bond to his parents’ murderer.

‘Tony?’ Steve puts a anxious hand on his shoulder.

‘I know how complicated it makes everything,’ Bucky proceeds, not meeting those brown eyes. ‘Especially that, it’s my… my hands… I was the one who… who…’ His hands clench into fist, and he exhales through his nose. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… Your, your pa-parent’s de—’

‘It’s okay,’ Tony says. ‘It’s okay… You don’t have to apologise for it anymore, Snowflake.’ The genius reaches for Bucky’s hand. ‘You can move on now… I have. And you should, too.’

God, that cautious touch, making him feel like he’s something valuable, something precious, and not something broken or disgusting. Bucky looks up to Tony, his vision a bit blurry by the unshed tears. ‘You deserve more.’

‘I can say the same to you, James.’ Tony gives him a timid smile and squeezes Bucky’s hand tenderly.

And fuck, hearing his name fall from Tony’s lips with care and softness, makes him outright cry. Tears spilling like tsunami waves in his eyes. The weight that usually sit in his chest vanishes at the warmth he’s receiving. How did he get so lucky after all that he’s done?

‘Oh my god, I made the Winter Soldier cry,’ Tony teases, but his voice is a little hoarse. And Bucky doesn’t even want to glimpse at those kind brown eyes or else he’s going to make a greater fool of himself.

‘This is very progressive,’ Steve comments.

‘Did your therapist say that?’ Tony asks.

‘Yes, and it’d do you good too if you see one yourself.’ Bucky sees the genius pouts and just about to retort when Steve adds, ‘And Bruce doesn’t count because he’s not that kind of doctor.’

‘But I like Bruciebear,’ Tony insists. ‘He’s understanding. And he cuddles me afterwards and tells me I’m an idiot and problematic but he still likes me.’

‘I can… do that for you, too,’ Steve offers, blushing a little. ‘Bucky can, too.’

Now it’s Tony’s turn to blush, looking at Steve as if he can’t believe what the blond had said. Then he turns to Bucky with the same incredulous expression.

‘We’d be happy to listen to you,’ the blond continues. ‘And hold you.’

Tony pulls his hand from Bucky and puts them on his lap. He stares at both of his hand as he plays with them, just to do something other than look at both super soldiers.

Bucky’s crying had stopped as he finds his other soulmate in such a shy and adorable situation. Who knew someone like Tony who flirts like he breathes, and a literal ad for sexy no matter what he wears or what he does, blushes so easily?

‘And kiss you,’ Bucky adds, wiping his face with the back of his flesh hand.

‘Can we do that, Tony?’ Steve asks, voice dripping with sincerity and hope.

‘Oh my god,’ Tony exclaims. ‘You’re going to be the death of me.’ He glares at them, but the red in his cheeks never fades. ‘I am old with a poor heart, you rascals.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Bucky says, feeling brave and sure for the first time, because Tony’s forgiven him. Tony wasn’t disgusted with him when he learned Bucky’s also his soulmate. ‘We’ll take good care of you.’

And Christ, if Tony doesn’t look endearing all flustered. They did that. He wants Tony to always look this lovely shade of red when him and Steve showers him with love and compliments. Never again does he wants to see the genius lonely or unhappy.

‘We promise to take good care of you.’ Steve reaches for one of Tony’s hand. ‘If you let us.’ His other hand comes to cup Tony’s face delicately, making the genius look him in the eyes. ‘Will you let us?’

3 months later…

Every wound has healed but Tony continues to have nightmares of dirty water and cold rooms. The smell of rust also makes him anxious, and the sight of blood turns him pale. But he’s doing better.

He wants to think it’s because of Bruce’s advance medicines — those amazing poultice for his burns, the miracle drugs for his broken bones, and the gel for his healing thighs stitches. As much as Banner said he isn’t that kind of doctor, he’d developed some sublime medication. And maybe, this is also Bruce’s way to amend for the deaths he had done in the past. Tony understands that more than anyone else.

His hospital days seem to be long gone, but it had been such an event. Everyone visited him, and someone always stayed with him, usually it’s Steve and James. Even Loki had the heart to see him and offered to help with his healing. Tony said no, having done with magic. Also, not trusting Loki.

After the confession between him and the Wonder Twins, everyone in their close circle seem to have heard of their fate. It’s not shocking since they have two skilled spies in the group. He also came clean with Pepper and Rhodey about it.

Pepper cried and told him that she’s happy for him, even if he was such an idiot for thinking he didn’t deserve the two super soldiers. His two best friends made him promise to be honest with them, that he shouldn’t have to suffer alone anymore.

And according to Steve, Rhodey and Pepper did a shovel talk with him and James. James is still shaken, although they both wouldn’t say what exactly Rhodey and Pepper threaten them of. So, that’s his life right now.

He slowly peels his eyes open and inspects his room. It’s so damn cold in the morning. And he hates the cold.

He sits up on the bed and realises that he’s also alone. He hates being alone, as much as he hates to admit it, because it makes him sound clingy. Just weeks after he’s been discharged, there had always been someone with him, even when Steve and James had slowly moved in to his suite.

He likes waking up with Natasha the most because she plays with his hair and reads him poems in Russian. No one allows Clint to watch over him because one time they broke the glass table in Tony’s living room and set fire in the kitchen. Thor’s on Loki duty till both gods went back to Asgard. Bruce is a stingy caregiver because he won’t allow Tony to use his tablet, saying the radiation is bad for his healing.

Pepper stays sometimes too, when she’s not busy with the company. Rhodey had been called back to work a few days after Tony’s discharge, and he insisted that his best friend should go because he’ll be fine. Only when Bruce and Nat convinced Rhodey that they’ll look after him did his Platypus leave.

Now, that he’s fully healed, no one has to look over him anymore. He misses being pampered with attention, somehow. But his family also have their own lives to live and he should probably wean himself out of his dependency. He’s okay on his own anyway, Howard trained him so.

But fate thinks so otherwise because…

‘Tony?’ Steve knocks.

And he’s not sure he should complain. Never look at the gift horse in the mouth, they say.

‘I’m decent,’ he jokes and smiles at the blond when Steve enters the room — their room, he reminds himself. Heavens, that will continue to surprise him on the days to come. ‘And you don’t have to knock every time, Spangles.’

‘It’s okay.’ Steve’s smile in return is soft and it melts Tony’s inside just thinking that it’s all for him. That he can now honestly say that the smile is for him. No need to pretend. And it makes his heart burst with so much happiness.

‘That’s unfortunate, doll,’ James chirps, following Steve into the room from their morning run. ‘Was looking forward to see some naughty stuff.’ He presses a kiss on Tony’s bed hair and sits next to him. ‘How was your sleep, sugar?’

And that’s another thing that Tony will never get use to. He literally pinches himself just to be sure that he’s not dreaming, because he’s not sure that he’s allowed to have all of these. To have both Steve and James.

‘Not even a proper kiss.’ He pouts at James. The corners of the super soldier’s eyes crinkle with happiness. And he’s glad to see James happy. It took some time to convince the ex-assassin that Tony likes — the other L word can wait, because he doesn’t want to scare them both off by his clingy feelings — him just as much as Tony likes Steve.

Both the super soldiers chuckle at him. And because the other brunet is closer, James leans in and kisses him sweetly, a hand — the metal one at that! — holds his face in position. He closes his eyes and savours James’ warm mouth.

This is another thing he can never get over: being kissed. He had his share of kisses in the past. But never like this. Not even close. And he didn’t know he was missing a lot before, because who knew that kisses could be an out-of-this-world experience.

Well, in all honesty, Tony’s imagination is nothing compared to the reality of kissing any of his soulmates. It’s like a thrilling adventure and a warm home all at once. He never wants to stop feeling his heart hammering like it’s going to runaway with the happiness he cannot contain inside his chest.

‘My turn.’ Steve directs Tony’s face to the other side of the bed where he’s sat. Like a sunflower following the sun, he goes willingly and welcomes Steve’s perfect lips against his own.

He hums happily when Steve deepens the kiss, mouth expertly moving in demanding pursuit, and Tony allows Steve to take whatever he wants. He groans encouragingly, matching Steve’s enthusiasm. He’s always going to be amaze that Steve kisses like Tony’s mouth is something he needs to conquer and own. Definitely, not something Tony had imagined and expected.

Kissing Steve makes Tony feel safe even when the man kisses possessively. It’s hot and sexy, and dangerously mind melting. He can’t think when Steve kisses. His brain becomes a puddle of useless goo that just chants: SteveSteveSteve. It’s nice to have someone take control, and for him to simply do nothing but feel the exhilarating mouth on his.

When Steve pulls back so they can both breathe, James’ metal hand cautiously guides him back for another kiss. And James kisses him with the same burning passion as Steve did, but mellow like Tony’s delicate and precious.

James kisses opposite than Steve, Tony wants to think it’s because the man is still cautious with physical affection since he’s still not used to it, and he’s considerate of Tony’s fragility. And Tony loves him for it. A part of him wants to reassure James that he’s not going to break.

But nonetheless, kissing James is still an experience. His mouth is always eager to please and give Tony as much as he wants. Everything about James’ kisses turns Tony into a greedy goblin who takes and takes and takes. James turns him into an insatiable black hole that thirsts for those pretty lips like one needs air.

James lets him go, but connects their foreheads together and waits for Tony to catch his breath. He can feel Steve circling his arms on his waist as he rest his head on Tony’s shoulder.

God, what good had Tony done in his past life to deserve both these amazing super soldiers? His luck might be changing. That or something bad is about to happen. A man like him doesn’t deserve to keep this happiness without paying for it.

‘Shhh…’ Steve murmurs, hands tightening around Tony’s waist. ‘We’re not going anywhere.’

‘Are you a mind reader now, Capsicle?’

‘No, but I can feel your body language,’ Steve replies.

And he notices that he did suddenly went stiff. ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s okay, doll,’ Bucky soothes and places a kiss on Tony’s forehead before he pulls back. ‘We understand.’ He gets a hand on Tony’s nape and massages the area. ‘More than you know. Especially for me.’ He meets Steve’s eyes.

‘I’m just happy you gave us a chance, Tony,’ Steve says. ‘I didn’t even know you were gay —.’

‘Bi,’ Tony corrects.

Steve rolls his eyes affectionately. ‘Yes, that.’ He places a kiss on the side of Tony’s head. ‘Not only that, I didn’t even know I was falling in love with you. Not till Bucky said he loves you, too.’ He reaches and holds Bucky’s free hand, intertwining their fingers. ‘And that instead of being jealous, I was happy to learn that he feels the same way about you.’

‘God, you’re enlightenment is awful, Steve,’ he teases and laughs. He felt the blond tenses behind him. He mentally curses himself for saying something that have upset Steve.

‘You said my name,’ Steve states in disbelief before Tony could say his apology. ‘You said my name.’ The man’s smiling ear to ear. ‘Say it again… please.’

And Tony wants to die of embarrassment that very moment for his slip up. He still tries to avoid using both super soldiers’ names if he can because it feels like a grand declaration of that L-word he tries not to think about, even when he’s just dying to say it.

He knows the feelings of saying someone’s name because he surely feels elated and whole whenever Steve or James say his name with adoration and care. And he wants them both to feel the same when he says their names. But he’s scared. Afraid that it’s not the same for them as it is for him, because he’s Tony. Broken Tony, flawed Tony, narcissistic Tony, who might never be enough.

‘Tony,’ Steve whispers. And suddenly Tony’s whole world flips. Literally, because Steve easily tosses him on his back. ‘Say it again. Please.’ Steve hovers above him, arms bracketing Tony’s head.

Tony looks at James for any semblance of help, but the other brunet only looks as hopeful. He gazes back into expectant baby blues. It drowns him, the want to let it all go and bare his feelings for these two amazing people.

‘I’m sorry, sweetheart,’ Steve says and leans down to kiss him. ‘I didn’t mean to be so demanding.’ Another kiss. ‘Take your time. We have many days ahead of us… We’ll wait and still be here.’ Another kiss.

Tony wounds his arms on Steve’s shoulders and pulls the man for a deeper kiss. ‘Steve,’ he whispers on the man’s lips. ‘Steve.’ He kisses the tip of the man’s nose, who’s currently semi-catatonic. ‘Steve.’ He kisses just above the blond’s left eyebrow.

‘I think you broke him,’ James comments amusedly.

‘Oh my god.’ He should be worried but he can’t help the goofy smile on his lips.

‘Sir, you have a visitor,’ JARVIS interrupts.

‘Who is it, J?’ he asks.

‘Mr. Bruce Wayne,’ JARVIS replies.

In unison, both super soldiers groan with irritation. And Tony wants to chastise his boyfriends — can he call them that too besides soulmates? — to be nice to Bruce, especially James.

‘Tell him I’ll be down in five,’ he tells JARVIS.

‘Message relayed, sir,’ JARVIS informs.

‘Thanks, J.’ He smiles at his AI, always proud of his smart creation. He turns to the super soldiers who’s not happy about Bruce being here… again. But it’s a regular thing now that they’re working on a project along with Dr. Banner. ‘No more comment, boys. We talked about this.’

And they did. Tony had explicitly explained to his possessively jealous soulmates that nothing happened between him and Bruce, despite Clint’s lewd comments and teasing the morning after the gala. Or even after Bruce’s continuous mentions about that night in such off proportion. The only reason that Tony got dirty and was on his back was because they were working on a machine.

Sometimes, Bruce likes to get a kick out of it just to pester the Wonder Twins. Tony should probably tell him to stop in case Brooklyn One and Two do something drastic. Although, a tiny part of him — which he will deny to his grave — likes the idea that he can invoke jealousy.

‘I have work to do, boys,’ he tells them, pushing Steve off of him so he can see Bruce. Steve doesn’t budge. ‘Again, we talked about this.’

‘I know,’ Steve agrees. ‘And we’re going to be okay with it… Just give us a second though.’ The blond starts to slither one hand underneath Tony’s top, mapping warm skin. His mouth finds its way to Tony’s collarbone. ‘Right, Buck?’

‘Steve,’ he whines, trembling under that dexterous hand that caresses his torso. And suddenly there’s a cold metal hand on his bare knee, opening his legs. James leans down to the patch of skin that Steve has unwrap. ‘James.’

And god, these super soldiers are annoying as fuck. But Tony can feel himself getting hard at each heated kiss left on his body. They touch him and kiss him and leave their marks. Marks that will never fade for a few more days. Marks that Bruce will see.

God, they are the worst. But fuck does he need more.

‘Please…’ he begs, never been shy when it comes to sexual intimacy. Not now when his whole body is on fire and just needs to be touch. His brain is nothing but a string of want want want.

They’ve never had done beyond a handjob or blowjob before. But that doesn’t mean that Tony doesn’t completely lose his mind over those, because as he’s learned, everything done between him and his soulmates had been nothing short of spectacular. He could lose his mind alone just being kissed or embraced by them.

Being touch by them like this? He forgets his own name.

‘Please…’ He pulls Steve away from the second hickey he’s trying create. Steve obliges him to a kiss, while James continues to pepper his chest with kisses, a small bite here and there. The metal hand pinches his nipple, just a tad painful. He gasps into Steve’s lips.

‘We’ll never stop you from seeing him, Tony,’ Steve promises, eyes slightly darker. ‘But after this. Don’t you agree?’ His hand squeezes Tony’s clothed erection.

‘Yes,’ he replies hastily, more concern about getting off and the wonderful hands on him, than his friend downstairs.

‘Good,’ James approves and pulls Tony’s nipple a bit more that has the genius moaning. ‘God, you’re so responsive and beautiful like this.’ He licks on the other one. ‘And all ours.’

‘JARVIS, please tell Mr. Wayne to go ahead with Dr. Banner,’ Steve states. ‘Tony will need another ten more minutes.’

And Tony’s not sure if JARVIS did manage to reply or not. He can’t concentrate, not when Steve’s got a hand wrap around his dick.

After coming twice — once on Steve’s hand, and next on Bucky’s clever mouth — Tony weakly proceeds to meet his two colleagues for their project. He had a quick shower before seeing them just to get rid of the smell of sex. But he can’t really cover the decorative love bites Brooklyn One and Two left on his neck.

His friends only rolled their eyes at him and didn’t say anything more as they continue their work. God, he hates his soulmates. He plans on going even with them in the future.

And it puts a cheesy smile on his face at the thought that the three of them has a future together. That’s more than what Tony had wished for. He promises to try his best to be worthy of his soulmates. Even when they’re irrational sometimes. They can all work it out, because Tony’s irrational sometimes too.

But yes, the payback. He needs to think of a brilliant and dubious plan to punish the both of them. Maybe Natasha can help him.

Fin.

#stuckony soulmate au #stuckony fanfic #steve x tony #tony x bucky #bucky x steve #gwyn writes #only half a blue sky #stony #stucky #winteriron

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here are my collective thoughts on my first listen at b.andstand on broadway. a lot of comparisons are gonna be made to papermill just because i’ve been listening to it for like six months straight waiting for this transfer, so it’s the version i’m used to. this post is NOT spoiler free, by the way. alright, let’s do it.

opening/just like it was before:

totally new arrangement from what it was at papermill, but i still really like the song

lyrical similarities right off the bat to ‘right this way’

“i’d like a good nights sleep, is that too much to ask?”

“the cream always rises” hmmmm, i see what y’all did there (see: donny novitski)

“you talk in your sleep” “i should have warned ya”

why is this score so lit

“if i can’t play, then what’s the point of making it back home?” have i mentioned today i love donald novitski because i feel like at this point i need to say that

that last harmonizing note fuck fuck fuck

donny novitski:

pretty much entirely the same as papermill

donny has some serious animosity at frank sinatra

i like hearing this song with the full orchestra though it’s lit

“donny needs something to block all the memories and break his insomnia spell” again, hello, i love donald novitski thanks

corey cott could kill someone with that last note his vibratto is killer

scene before i know a guy:

“we’re not open yet” “your back door is”

THEY GAVE NATE HOPKINS APPLAUSE AFTER HIS SAX SOLO I’M SCREAMING

i still can’t believe they call michael ‘rubber’ through most of this show

i know a guy:

the “drivin’ me nuts’ joke is still hilarious

JIMMY YOU SKINNY SON OF A BITCH

why is nick radel me

“how do you miss a b flat? it’s a b flat trumpet!”

THAT LITTLE JUST LIKE IT WAS BEFORE REPRISE

why did they skim wayne and johnny shy though like we got full scenes with davy, nick, and jimmy why not them too??

ain’t we proud:

still a catchy song but not one of my favs

NICK GOT APPLAUSE AFTER THEIR SOLOS HECK

corey fucking cott teaching himself piano for this show and you wouldn’t have even guessed what a fucking champ

post-ain’t be proud, pre-who i was:

i love johnny simpson more than anything in this life i will choose his happiness over mine every time

“how much slower will you get, will they put you in reverse” FUCK

you can hear johnny mumbling “sunday.... sunday” before he asks what day of the week is sunday i swear to god i would die for him

“the high balls are on me” “i don’t get it” “well see, griaffes are really tall”

“how bad was it?” “friendly fire got him” “were you the friend?” what kind O F FUCKING FORESHADOWING

“aren’t you a little old for ding dong ditch” julia,,,,,, julia,,,,,,,

i don’t like that they have that interlude and have julia invite him over a different day instead of just inviting him in right away. i feel like that could be cut out honestly

“i just want to know what happened” “what will that get you?” “i don’t know, sleeping through the night? closing a chapter? maybe just getting out the door?” juliaaaaaaa i’m a fucking wreck it’s fine

who i was:

AHHH I LOVE HEARING THIS SONG WITH THE FULL ORCHESTRA

the dinner scene:

“you look pretty” “well, turns out there’s better cosmetics than cake flour” Me: Fucking Squints(tm)

MRS ADAMS USED TO PLAY THE PIANO

THE DEVILED EGGS

“the top of the paprika shaker fell off” i’m

oh shit since they took donny’s parents out of the beginning number from papermill, his mom died when he was thirteen

julia crying while they go through the pictures i’m fine

JULIA ENOUGH WITH THE CON DOM JOKES

“your daughter’s voice is beautiful, it’s really high” my god donny

just like it was before (reprise):

the chorus of “donny no” and “what are you doing?” from julia and wayne when he tells julia to come sing with them i’m shrieking

“wait, i gotta transpose” JOHNNY

first steps first:

it’s a bit different than what it was but gd i’d still die for laura osnes’ voice

“no need to be so shy, take reassurance i know how to guide you through the worst steps, first steps first” uh more foreshadowing re: donny

“why don’t you kick it up” “oh, thank god” DAVY

oooh yeah i like this new arrangement

“you want a drink?” “oh i hardly ever drink” “you wanna trade livers” davy please

“the best i could hope is to teach the kids choir at church” “DON’T. TEACH.” i love nick sm

JULIA ASKING ABOUT WAYNE’S KIDS I’M SOBBING OH MY G OD

JULIA TROJAN IS THE LIGHT OF THIS ENTIRE WORLD AND I WOULD DIE FOR HER

their names are emily and grady btw

“as far as i’m concerned i’m one of the lucky ones” “yes you are, you made it home” “no, lucky i don’t remember” again, i would die for johnny simpson too

god damn julia’s voice is so soft and sweet i’m dying. the voice laura uses is even softer than her ella voice i just wanna hug her

heck they kept the “parents warn their kids about people like you” line god bless

“oh a wise cracker! you might be watching too many pictures” uh ya did you not get the “avid cinephile” line, donny?

“i don’t need to be rescued” ur goD DAMN RIGHT JULIA

“i’ll give it a thought but there are a lot of things i want to know about michael” “first steps first” oh fuck i see what y’all did there

breathe:

“stop touching my stuff with your sweaty hands” this is literally a band full of five year olds

??? this song doesn’t really do anything ???

they could easily cut this song tbh

it’s pretty much just like them rehearsing for you deserve it

you deserve it:

DID YOU MEAN MY FUCKING JAM SECOND ONLY TO ‘NOBODY’? YEP

this song didn’t change pretty much at all and it’s still a bop

CAUSE WHEN YOU GOT THE CALL YOU STOOD UP PROUD AND TALL AND YOU DESERVE IT

post-you deserve it/pre-love will come and find me again:

donny and julia bonding over music i’m shook

“michael is buried in some place called manila, i'll never get to manila, i never got to say goodbye. a lot of things just vanish with not explanation and i wanna know. if-if he was in pain, i wanna know how his hands were folded in the casket and if-if his uniform was pressed and his hair was combed right and a million other things that keep me up at night” i’m sobbing

julia takes no shit and i love her so much

“i survived mustard gas and pepper spray, i guess that makes me a seasoned veteran” davy’s jokes oh my god

JULIA BREAKING UP THE FIGHT BETWEEN DONNY AND NICK

“WALK ME HOME, DONNY, COME ON”

awwww julia’s poem

“don’t stay up all night reading them, get some sleep” “eh, gave up on that a long time ago” :////

THE LITTLE REPRISE OF WHO I WAS

“when i lost him it broke my soul. who knew my voice could be one part of the whole? well... perhaps someone does” fuck

“gershwin’s got nothing on you” MRS ADAMS

“i’ll stay up all night, i’m good at that” again i’m ://///////

love will come and find me again:

laura osnes could step on me and i’d thank her

nothing has changed with this song but fuck it’s so good

right this way:

“bayer-FUCKING-asprin”

holy fuck this song might just win corey cott a tony nomination

ACT TWO

nobody:

AKA MY FUCKIN JAM AGAIN

literally the same nothing changed it’s still a bop

NICK ASKING WAYNE TO MOVE IN W/ HIM

“I JUST GOT A LIVE IN MAID” JFC

i got a theory:

LAURA ON THE UKE

nothing much changed with this song either tbh

JIMMY’S GAY AND HE LITERALLY WATCHED HIS BF DIE WHEN HIS SHIP EXPLODED FUCK THIS SHOW

i said it probably like twice already but i love johnny simpson

julia still having her moment of trying to convince davy to stop drinking ://///

post-i got a theory:

“was it quick? did he suffer? was he trying to save someone?” “you don’t wanna know” “for a year and a half it’s all i’ve wanted to know. was he scared? what was the last thing he said? were his eyes open?” AND D ONNY SNAPS AT HER IM “

JUST STOP IT”

“i’m still waiting”

oh myg od

they changed michael’s entire death

donny had accidentally dropped a grenade while they were in a trench and couldn’t find it. he tried to tell michael to get out and he didn’t make it and fuck he’s crying telling this to julia what the fuck has this show done to me

everything happens:

“IT WAS HIS FAULT” JULIA JULIA JU L I A

i love mrs adams so much

what would julia have done without her

welcome home:

JULIA AND MICHAEL LITERALLY MET IN HIGH SCHOOL DOING THEATRE FUCK ME UP

“you know the first thing he said to me? don’t sing because you need to get the lead, sing because you just need to sing. you know what he said next? the girl who got the lead stuffs her bra with so much kleneex, one cigarette act and she’ll go up” no wonder julia wrote poetry for this guy he was smooth as FUCK

“stop picking up my clothes, if i wanted them in the drawer, i’d put them in the drawer” nick relax

donny singing welcome home i’m in tears

HE ENCOURAGES HER TO WRITE WELCOME HOME AS A LOVE SONG IF MICHAEL HAD COME HOME FUCK THIS ENTIRE SHOW

“sometimes i just think, maybe the wrong guy came home” again, fuck this entire show

a band in new york city:

THE GUYS AT THE VA PAID FOR THEIR TRIP SO PURE

this song is still a bop too

this is life:

idk i like this song but i think i almost prefer “give me a reason”

this also hasn’t changed at all from when they sang it at broadwaycon

but holy fuck do corey and laura sound incredible together

welcome home (reprise):

jimmy campbell: the real hero

“we came, we saw, we said fuck it” DAVY IS ME

THIS IS LIFE REPRISE FUCK F UCK FUCK

WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU JULIA IS TRUE. NO MATTER HOW TOUGH IT IS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIME IT TAKES, I NEED TO BE WITH YOU. AND THAT IS TRUE.

I’M SERIOUSLY HOPING THAT THE CROWD CHEERING IS BECAUSE THEY KISSED BECAUSE FUCK YOU GUYS I’M CRYING THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN JUST THE “I LOVE YOU JULIA TROJAN” FROM PAPERMILL HE WAS LITERALLY CRYING AND I’M LITERALLY CRYING

the lyrics changed a bit to welcome home and it still breaks my heart

finale:

awwwww sweet betsy oh my god

donny inviting her and her family backstage to meet her father who served i’m sobbing it’s fine

it’s literally just a reprise of nobody oh god

it could have been a little longer but !!!!!!

okay, so overall holy shit. a lot changed from papermill. dialogue, songs, you name it. i think the book needs a little re-writing and there are a lot of pointless interludes between scenes that could be cut but!!!!!!! holy fuck overall i love it so much. i can’t wait until we get a video boot i need to see this choreography and ESPECIALLY this is life and before welcome home

#this took so long but fuck i have so many feelings #it's completely different from papermill and i have so much to update re: julia #❛ && █ ▌EXIT; PURSUED BY A BEAR. ( ooc )

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