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soobpricity · 7 months

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anti romantic

chapter 22 : lookin’ it deep in the eyes

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

yeonjun paced back and forth on the sidewalk, a bouquet of flowers rested in his arms. red and white tulips in his hands. he anxiously awaited your arrival, taehyun sat on a bench next to kai. the two of them smiling and joking around as beomgyu kept an eye on yeonjun.

“stop pacing around, you’re going to scare yn away..” beomgyu commented, “why did you need all of us here ?”

“because… you’re my moral support… i need all of you to make sure i don’t say anything wrong..”

“you used to be so confident during your dates, what happened to our confident jun ?” kai questioned, making yeonjun stop in his steps. yeonjun tilted his head.

why was he so worried ?

he knew the answer to that question, and for some reason he just couldn’t find himself giving a response. even with his silence, the group knew what it was. they all were there to witness the crazy impact that you had on yeonjun. how he went from pure silence to laying in his bed, and he would take out his phone only to find him giggling and kicking his feet.

it was so obvious.

he was scared to lose you.

how could he not be ? he used to arrive to a “loving” girlfriend, but now he’s gotten used to you, an actual loving partner..the caring text messages that you would send. it all built up, he loved receiving your kisses, the cute smiles that the two of you would share. warm embraces were always given between the two of you. he missed it all. he missed the way that you would play with his hair, how it would typically calm him down after a stressful day.

he wanted to spend this spring with you.

he wanted to spend 20 more springs with you.

he needed to spend the rest of his springs with you.

yeonjun regretted his time with you, and it wasn’t because he threw it all away and he was scared that this was all it. but it was because, when the two of you were still a thing, he never said the three words that couldn’t even come close to explaining his feelings towards you. he adored you more than those three words could ever describe. but… he didn’t realize that those words worked well as words of affirmation. he knew that he loved you, you knew that he loved you, but he couldn’t ever be sure that you actually knew. so he needed to tell you… but now he needed to get your trust back.

his attention turned back to his friends as they pointed at you, his eyes gazing over towards you. you looked so pretty.. you were dressed so casually and yet to yeonjun.. it looked like you owned the runway..

“stop staring so much, yeonjun..” beomgyu commented, kai laughing along to what the older boy had to say to their hyung. yeonjun side eyed the two, threatening to hit the two with the bouquet. he stopped, seeing as you got closer, the other two still sharing a laugh.

“good luck, hyung.. it’s all on you- we’re gonna go to the restaurant and make sure everything’s well placed.” taehyun got up from the bench, whispering into yeonjun’s ears. taehyun grinned, limping over to the other two boys who were still teasing yeonjun.

yeonjun stood, patiently awaiting for your arrival, his eyes glued onto you.. he attempted to look elsewhere, not wanting to creep you out.. but his eyes always turned back towards you, you had a magnetic force that made yeonjun constantly peek over to take a glance at you. he forced his eyes to focus on his shoes, making small comments in his head. that was until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

there you were in front of him. a pretty, small grin resting on your face.

“o-oh.. hey !” yeonjun greeted.. a bit too- nervously. his hands fiddling around with the bouquet that rested in his arms.

“hey.. was taehyun not here ? i thought he was coming too….” you asked, remembering that it was very well taehyun who asked you to return him the favor.. however, yeonjun was quite hurt, feeling as if you were disappointed that it was just him. he bit his lip, freeing one of his hands to scratch the back of his neck. you knew- it was obvious, yeonjun wasn’t good at all at containing his emotions.. “but- i’m happy it’s just us..” yeonjun cracked a smile, feeling as though the night was going to be brilliant.

the sky was littered with a few clouds, the sun still shining as it progressively lowered. yeonjun handed you the bouquet of tulips, as you accepted the kind gesture, muttering a small ‘thank you’. holding the bouquet close to you, with such a simple gesture, yeonjun already had 16% of your trust back.

“so- where are we going ? i thought you said you were going to cook..” you wondered, bringing your finger up to your chin. as you questioned whether or not you heard correctly yesterday. you looked over to him, his head nodding.

“i do cook, and i did say that… but i wanted to take advantage of the situation and i wanted to take you somewhere special, unless if you mind.. then i can take you back to my place and i can make whatever you’d like ?” yeonjun seemed anxious, he was worried that you wouldn’t like the fact that he changed all of your plans without contacting or informing you.

“n-no ! it’s fine, you’re the one who can decide.. if you already had plans on taking me elsewhere then let’s do that ! plus, you’re already on a good start..” you try your best to comfort him, never seeing him so stressed out. it was visible, the way he wanted you back. however; the awkward atmosphere was too intense, as yeonjun continuously stopped himself to make sure everything was okay with you.

yeonjun put out his hand, signaling for your own to rest on top of his. yeonjun felt like his nervousness was causing a bit of discomfort for you.. he needed his confidence back. you hesitantly placed your hand on top of his, a smile resting on his face.

“do you want me to hold those for you ?” he offered, seeing as you struggled to keep a hold of the bouquet with only one hand.

“yes, please..” he grabbed the bouquet, helping you. observing the way that you relaxed. his warm hold on your hand, he wanted to keep you close to him.. “by the way yeonjun… are you nervous ?”

“mm- was it that obvious …?” he wondered, questioning his every action as he lead you towards your destination, which was still unknown to you. the two of you kept yourselves on the right side of the sidewalk, watching is cars sped their way through the city, front lights slowly turning on as it got darker.

“a little bit..”

“but- don’t worry, i will do my best to impress you… y’know just like how you earned my heart, i’ll get yours back ! you worked hard to get me and i’m not going to let you go so easily..” yeonjun claimed, as he brought you somehow even closer to him.

you were his shining light in the dark. the only person who managed to light up his dark world. if yoojung thought that she could keep the two of you apart, well she was wrong. yeonjun was never going to lose you, at least not so easily. he loved you, he still loves you- so why would he give up on someone who meant so much to him ?

yeonjun smiled as the both of you reached your final location, or maybe the first of one of the night.. it was a rather small building, glass windows on nearly every part of the building; yeonjun opened the glass door. a man in a black suit greeted you with a wide grin, the aroma of food overtook the whole building. a yellow dim settled inside the building, adding onto a sense of comfort. the man looked at yeonjun, already familiarized with the customer’s face.

“reservation under choi yeonjun, am i correct ?” the man questioned, the grin never fading away.

“yes, choi yeonjun.” yeonjun kept his hand in yours, following the man. who eventually came to a stop at a table with four chairs. yeonjun pulled out your chair, signaling for you to take a seat, which you did, observing the people around you. yeonjun took his seat across from you, placing the bouquet that he gifted you right next to him in the empty chair. a dark wooden table kept the two of you apart, small plates resting on top, adjacent to that were wine glass cups that were being filled with cold water. the waiter placed down two menus, one in front of you and the other in front of yeonjun, as he allowed you two to settle down, leaving for the meantime.

“hey, you should’ve told me we were coming here.. i would’ve dressed up nicely..” you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.

“you look beautiful… plus, it wouldn’t have been a surprise..” yeonjun complimented, his words making you a tad bit flustered.

“.. thank you..” you mutter, changing the subject. the two of you slowly began to break the tension, laughter and giggles escaping from time to time. conversing as you ordered your food and began to eat. he missed this ; the wide smile that turned your eyes into moons, the cute cackles that escaped your mouth, even the light shade of pink that rested upon your cheeks as you took a few sips of soju.

the food sat in front of you, sharing most of the meals that were on the table. the hot steam still came out of the food. yeonjun had made some noticeable progress, from 16% to 54%. slowly, but surely yeonjun was gaining back your trust. his toothy smile had never held so much happiness as much as today.

“yn… i’m sorry..” yeonjun suddenly interrupted the relaxing and outgoing atmosphere that had settled between the two of you. “i’m sorry-… im sorry for not communicating well with you- had i done better that day.. then we wouldn’t be here. y’know every time i was with her, i wished that i was with you, cuddling, kissing, and holding you close… i really missed you, yn… and i’m gonna do everything i can to get you back !” yeonjun exclaimed, gaining the attention of the restaurant’s staff and other bystanders.

your heart raced, with yeonjun’s proclamation and his actions, which caused him to stand up. hands on the table, looking directly at you. he truly was sorry.. and you knew that, but he still caught you a bit off guard.

“yeonjun-“

“wait, i’m not finished, can i finish before you decide.” you nodded, waiting for him to continue his speech, not noticing the staff that got closer. not until the host that had greeted you earlier was right next to him, displaying a small pink velvety box that nearly looked like a rose. yeonjun reached out for your hand, displaying your fingers out to him. “yn.. i really, really really love you.. and i don’t think you would want to move things too quickly and in all honesty.. neither do i-.. i still have quite the small amount of fear.. especially with what yoojung did to us.. and what i did to you-.. but i want to promise myself to you.. i promise that if you accept my apology, and once i look back on my actions and improve, then i’ll treat you like the most important person in the whole universe. i’ll show you that you’ve always been my light in the darkest place.. my only shining star in a starless night sky.. you’re my one and only.. and i’ll treat you and treasure you with all my love.. so yn- i want to promise myself to you.. can i ?”

yeonjun held a puzzled expression, his confidence slowly slipping as he waited for a response. he tried to keep a smile on his face, trying to look as calm and put together as he could.

“jun.. y’know you didn’t have to do all of this for me.. you could’ve easily won my heart back-.. you’ve made me so much happier than i’ve ever been and i really appreciate that-… and now you’re going as far as to hold a special moment for me.. of course i accept-..”

yeonjun grinned, as he took a golden ring from the pink velvety box. a small flowers coming to the center to make a heart. he was your spring.. and you were his.

the host smiled, going back to continue his job as the other bystanders went back to their own business.

“y’know.. but next time yoojung threatens you-.. or me.. you really should let me know.. because you really did hurt me more than she could have..”

“i’m sorry.. but hopefully there is no next time. and even if there is then i’ll protect you, i’ll keep you close to me no matter what..!”

“i love you, jun..” you admitted, subtle pink blush appearing on your cheeks as yeonjun’s face seemed to have the same expression. he was sad that he wasn’t the first to say it, like he was technically, but he didn’t feel like he was..but that didn’t stop him from repeating the three words..

“i love you too, yn.”

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an: i feel like this was going to be an easy chapter to write… but then i went through a heavy case of writers block 🙁🙁

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cc-horan28 · 4 months

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Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out.

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church.

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word.

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did.

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for.

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way.

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne.

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless.

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight.

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

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jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby · 1 year

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Hi!

I love the character of Rusty Nail (especially his height and voice 😏) but I'm sad that there aren't enough fanfics or headcanons about him. So I was wondering…

Can you write Rusty x female!reader where they are both in a restaurant for a break but Rusty has to leave for a while (to smoke or go to the bathroom), leaving Reader alone. A guy takes advantage of the fact that she's alone to go and hit on her and when Rusty comes back, there's a big misunderstanding, thinking that Reader is receptive to the guy's advances when she just wants him to leave her alone. Rusty messes with the guy by showing that Reader is his which pisses her off and she decides to leave, leaving Rusty inside. She waits in an alley to cool off from what just happened and Rusty ends up finding her. If writing smut doesn't bother you, maybe add that he wants to make it up to her and give her a good time, not caring that he's in an alley and might get caught (Bonus idea, he can bite or give Reader hickeys where she can't hide them to show she already has someone?)

I hope this is to your liking darling anonymous…

Warnings. Smut!smut!smut!!..biting, blood, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie. Rusty being rusty.

No minors please..or else I’ll tell you momma.

Sitting in the booth..I take a sip of my orange juice. Glancing at Rusty I see him staring at me. He smirks before leaning across the table and tucking my hair behind my ear. I feel my face heat up, no matter how long we’ve been together he still manages to make me blush..he takes my hand and holds it under his. My other hand is fiddlin with my dress.

He takes a sip of his coffee before grabbing my fork and taking a bite of my waffles. I swat his shoulder and he chuckles. He fixes his hat before standing, he kisses my head before saying “I’m going out for a smoke…I’ll be back” I nod and smile before taking a bite of my waffles and looking as he walks out front. I watch through the window and he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

He taps on the window. I laugh and wave at him as he points over his shoulder..I nod. Watching as he walks a bit further smoking.

I don’t realise that there is a man approaching me. Feeling a tap on my shoulder I turn around and am meet with the sight of a young man. Furrowing my brows as the man leers at me. “Can I help you?” I watch as the guy smirks. “Yeah tell me what’s a cute thing like you doing with a guy like that?” Rolling my eyes I turn my head away from him

Grabbing my face he turns my head towards him. I slap his hand off me. “Don’t touch me…” he smirks and goes to touch me again but a hand grabs his hand. The man yelps, I look up and see rusty glaring at him.

“Keep your hands to yourself boy..” Rusty practically growls. I clench my thighs together gazing at the scene before me. The man hisses in pain as rusty squeezes. Standing up I lay my hand on his shoulder..”rusty, I’m ok let go…so we can leave” he turns his gaze to me before speaking. “I’ll deal with you later….” I frown, rusty might break this guy's no hand.

I try again to pull him away, Rusty turns to me shoving the guy away. He pulls me into a bruising kiss, I feel my face heat up and I slap his chest. Pulling away from the kiss I glare. “What the hell rusty…” I shove him away before grabbing my purse and storming out of the diner.

Walking on the sidewalk I hug my arms. Hearing Rusty shouting my name but I ignore him. I’ve walk quite the distance..I can no longer see the diner.I turn down an alleyway and lean against the wall. Rubbing my face in my face I sigh. “Fucking hell…” I bend down rubbing my ankle. It’s sore from walking.

Hearing my name be shouted I look up and see Rusty walking down the alleyway. “The hell sweetheart..?” I glare at him and stand up straight. “I should be saying that to you!!” He tilts his head before walking towards me leaning over me.

“It’s dangerous out here…you shouldn’t be out by yourself” I huff and roll my eyes. Grabbing my chin he makes me look up at him.

“We’ll after the show you put on in there i have a right to be mad…im not a toy..to be shown off” he frowns before pulling me into a kiss he growls pulling my hips closer to him. “I was only mad cause..I thought you might’ve been flirting back” it’s my turn to frown.

He slowly brings me back into the kiss. I slowly slide my hand up his chest and wrap them around his neck. He grins into the kiss before his hands find there way up my dress and slides it up my legs. Feeling my face heat up I slowly push away. “Um what if someone sees” I ask looking up at him. “I’ll deal with them after I take care of you” I lean my head on his shoulder hiding my flushed face.

Gasping as I'm suddenly picked off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist. He smirks before leaning down and kissing down my neck. Sucking on the sensitive skin. I gasp slowly sliding my hands up his neck into his hair. Knocking his hat onto the ground.

“Relax darlin..m’gonna take care of you” he mutters into my neck before sliding the sleeve of my dress off my shoulder, lavishing my skin with kisses. His hand slide up to my waist pushing me harder into the wall.

“O-oh..” I moan softly when he presses his clothed crotch into mine. He leans down and presses kisses onto the tops of my breasts slowly his hand reaches up and pulls the top of my dress down revealing my breasts. He grins before taking one of my breasts into his mouth. Gasping, I grab the back of his head.

His hand glides over my panties pressing into the little wet spot forming..causing a squelch. Turning my head away in embarrassment. Pressing my panties to the side he presses his fingers softly into my clit. I gasp and squeeze my thighs.

“Aww come one baby….spread your legs f’me” i open my legs further. He grins before sliding two fingers into me. I gasp and arch my back, he leans down kissed me, the hand on my waist squeezes.

He pulls his fingers out slowly before thrusting them back in aggressively. Gasping in shock I throw my head back. “O-oh rusty..p-please” his nose drags up my neck..taking in my scent, before smirking “what is it sweetheart…gotta ask nicely” I gulp and try to form a sentence but his pace he sets with his fingers..is so fast. I can hear the wet noises coming for me. “P-please…I-I want..it..” I moan loudly. “Want what baby come on…speak up”

Throwing my hands around him I hug him close to me pressing my mouth against his ear. “Please…fuck m-me” his finger slowly stop before pulling out. He grins, bringing his fingers towards his mouth. Sucking my juices off his fingers he groans. “You always taste so good…but I’ll give you what you want”

My hands reach down to take his belt off, struggling I hiss. Chuckling he helps me take his belt off. He pulls down his boxers taking his cock out. I stare down as he slides his cock up my pussy. I moan when I feel him slowly slide into me.

“Fucking hell….pussy all mine yeah?” I nod and he grabs my face, and makes me look up at him. “Answer me..all mine?” I gasp as I feel his harsh thrusts, he slaps my thigh when I don’t respond to lost in pleasure. “Y-yes..all yours” he grins leaning down and sucking on the skin below my jaw. He slams his hips into mine. I feel the drag of his cock, he presses me harder into the wall.

Grabbing my neck lightly he holds me and his bruising pace continues. His hand that was holding my neck slides down my body and lightly rubs my clit. I gasp and tighten my legs around his waist. He pulls his cock out leaving the tip in before slamming back into me. Gasping, I threw my head back.

“Ya gonna come all over my cock” I nod and grip his jacket he pulls me into a kiss and slides his tongue into my mouth. Moaning into his mouth his thrusts don’t falter one bit. Biting his shoulder I come around his cock. He hissed when he feels me tighten around him.

“Good job baby…now hold tight” I nod slowly before he holds my thighs and thrusts faster into me. Groaning he bites into my neck drawing a bit of blood.I whine from being too sensitive. I gasp and tighten around him once more. He grins before his hand supports himself on the wall beside my head. He groans before spilling into me.

Huffing beside my ear he looks down at my dishevelled form. He notes the bruising starting to form on my neck and shoulders. Leaning down he licks the blood on my neck.

“You ok baby?” He asks as he slowly sets me back on the ground. I nod and wobble a bit, he slides my panties back into place. Not before using his fingers to push his come back into me. Whining I swatted him, he chuckled , picking his hat up off the ground.

“Let’s get you back to the truck, so you can sleep” he slides his hand down my back before carrying me. I lean my head on his shoulder sighing softly. My worn out body lays against his chest. “S’ok baby…you did so good” I feel my eyes slowly close from exhaustion.

Once arriving back to the truck he puts me into the passenger seat and buckles me in before laying a kiss onto my head. He chuckled before brushing my hair out of my face. He gets into the driver seat before looking back at my sleeping form. A small smile formed on his face.

Only thought left on his mind…what to do with that asshole who had the audacity to try and take what’s his…he might have some ideas.

#slashers #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #x reader #horror #murder husbands

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kandisheek · 7 months

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You asked for prompts, so maybe awkward fem!Bucky getting flustered and pines over very self-confident and amazing fem!Tony? 👀

Fuck yes, I love fem!Winteriron! Here we go.

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Steve had expected many things when he’d brought Becky into the tower. Mistrust, tension and fear being chief among them.

What he hadn’t expected was to bear witness to Jane Rebecca Barnes, former maneater and ladykiller, becoming a nervous, insecure wreck. And not because of the brainwashing either.

“Would you quit fidgeting?” Steve asked, and Becky turned around to give him a glare that had probably sent many a man running for his life.

“I’m not!” She started pacing again, looking exactly like the nervous Nelly she’d always told him he was. “What time is it?”

Steve glanced at his watch. “Why?”

“Just –” Becky huffed. “What time?”

“You going somewhere?”

“No, I’m –” She whipped around at the sound of the elevator opening to reveal Toni Stark, dressed in a burgundy pantsuit.

“– gotta give me more than that if they want to –” she paused, pulling her phone away from her ear. “Did I miss lunch?”

“No, you’re right on time,” Becky said, and Steve raised an eyebrow at the way her hands were fidgeting where she’d clasped them behind her back, out of Toni’s view. “I just –”

“Great. Grab your shit, we’re going out.” Toni’s eyes fell on Steve. “You coming too?”

“He’s busy,” Becky blurted before Steve could say anything. She gave him a half-threatening, half-desperate glare that Steve had to make a real effort not to laugh at. He schooled his features and cleared his throat.

“Actually, I –”

“Yep, we should leave. Right now,” Becky said, drawing a finger across her throat as soon as Toni’s back was turned. Steve stuck his tongue out at her, and Becky’s frown deepened as she grabbed her jacket and flung it over her shoulders. Toni pouted as soon as she saw it.

“Hey, where’s your new coat?”

“Um.” Becky froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. “It’s… upstairs?”

“Did you not like it?” Toni asked, and Becky’s shoulders rose, a horrified look crossing her face.

“Did… Did you leave that in my room?”

“Who else?” Toni huffed, propping her hands up on her waist. “You won’t take my card to go shopping, so I did it for you.”

“I didn’t know you bought it for me,” Becky said, her voice a little too high-pitched, and Toni sighed.

“Is that a problem? Because I can knock it off if it bothers you. It’s just –” Toni made a frustrated noise, gesturing up and down Becky’s body. “Fuck, look at you! You’re a fucking bombshell, and all you wear are the same three black shirts!” Toni folded her hands, giving Becky the sort of puppy eyes she must’ve perfected when she was really small. “Please let me buy you some clothes? I promise they’ll match your style.”

“I –” Becky looked at Steve like she was begging for help, but Steve just shrugged. He’d gone through the exact same thing when he’d moved into the tower. Sometimes it was easier to just let Toni have her way.

“Come on, Jane,” Toni whined, hooking her arm through Becky’s and pressing in close. “You’re killing me here! Please, just one shopping trip, I promise I’ll leave you alone after.”

Steve pressed a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the look on Becky’s face, the stiff way she held herself as Toni touched her. Holy shit, was she blushing?

“Okay, Toni,” she mumbled, and Toni whooped, dragging Becky into the elevator. Becky stumbled after her, uncoordinated and clumsy in a way Steve had never seen her. Steve wished he had a camera to capture the moment, if only so he could send it to Becky later.

Becky Barnes crushing on the richest woman in America? Oh, he would never let her live this down.

Steve watched them as the elevator doors closed and was surprised when Toni’s face slipped from her usual confident smile into something a lot more real. Something Steve would almost call fond, right up until Toni smirked, her eyes trailing down Becky’s body in a way that was hard to misinterpret.

Becky didn’t notice, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, but Steve caught Toni’s eye across the room and raised an eyebrow at her. Toni stared right back at him, unashamed, and Steve let his eyes flick over to Becky before he frowned, making his position known without words. Toni gave him a tiny nod, stepping a little closer to Becky, and Steve smiled, reassured.

Poor Becky had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. And Steve would enjoy every minute of the show.

#marvel #fanfic #fanfic asks #snippet #winteriron fic #winteriron #buckytony #genderbend

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Charley Patton was considered by many to be the "Father of the Delta Blues", he created an enduring body of American music and inspired most Delta blues musicians. He lived most of his life in the Mississippi Delta and in 1897 his family moved to the Dockery Plantation, a cotton farm and sawmill near Ruleville, Mississippi. It was there that he developed his musical style, influenced by Henry Sloan, who had a new, unusual style of playing music, which is now considered an early form of the blues.

Charley performed at Dockery and nearby plantations and began an association with Willie Brown. Tommy Johnson, Fiddlin' Joe Martin, Robert Johnson, and Chester Burnett (who went on to gain fame in Chicago as Howlin' Wolf) also lived and performed in the area, and Patton served as a mentor to these younger performers. Patton was a "jack-of all-trades bluesman", who played "deep blues, white hillbilly songs, nineteenth-century ballads, and other varieties of black and white country dance music.

He was popular across the southern United States and performed annually in Chicago. Unlike most blues musicians of his time he played scheduled engagements at plantations and taverns. He gained popularity for his showmanship, sometimes playing with the guitar down on his knees, behind his head, or behind his back. Patton was a small man, about 5 feet 5 inches tall but his gravelly voice was reputed to have been loud enough to carry 500 yards without amplification; a singing style which particularly influenced Howlin' Wolf. In May, 2021, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame posthumously inducted Patton into the 2021 class as an Early Influence.

Born Charlie Patton c. April 1891 in Hinds County, Mississippi and died on April 28, 1934 at the Heathman Plantation, Sunflower County, Mississippi at the age of 43.

#charley patton #love #howlin wolf #mississippi #delta #blues #cotton #musician #guitars #music legend #rock and roll hall of fame #country blues #gospel

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“Cmon!” Bubblegum said as she stretched the hose. “Come... ON!” The hose snapped as she stretched it too far, wrecking the rest of it. She held the broken item in her hand, her hopes of fixing it gone, dashed to the winds.

She threw it away in a fit of anger. “Grob, DAMMIT!!!” She then thrusted the butt of her flamer into the ground, stabbing the Earth over and over again in a tantrum.

“MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOOOTHERRR!!!” She then paused upon her last strike. Some tears began to slowly trickle out of her eyes. She was holding them back, but the thought she couldn’t fix a simple hose had gotten under skin.

She then leaned back into the tree she sat under with her palms in her eyes. She sighed deeply, trying not to sob over this mess. She wiped away her tears and got herself mostly under control as she looked around the forest, she was in.

It was an oxbow lake she was on specifically, a sort of moated island the river naturally made then mostly left.

There were flowers basking in the sun, bees and butterflies tending to them. It was beautiful, which gave her some comfort. The place was peaceful, something she craved. She looked around more scanning the area to admire the wonders of nature, working together in harmony, shifting her head from one way to the other.

She knew their popular names, Giant Honeybees, Starwing Butterflies, Sugar flowers. But she also knew their scientific names, ones given to them in the Ancient languages of the Latins and Greeks, those pioneers of Science & Culture that she admired and whose traditions she continued in a way to honor them.

The Magna Apis. Stella Cornu Gloria. Ursa Mino- wait what?

“Hi!” Said the Bear Boy with a cheerful smile.

“AAAAAAAA!” Screamed the Princess as if she was some sort of victim in a horror movie.

“AAAAAAAA!” Shrieked the boy like a girl.

The two screamed and they harmonized, killing much of the tension in the air. Then their harmonized screaming slowly pittered out, the two staring at eachother for several moments, as if time had stopped just so they could do so, only the sound of running water keeping them company.

The two gazed upon one another, they saw each other as strangers, yet they both felt like they have somehow met before.

A butterfly landed on the bear boys head, which snapped the Princess back to reality.

“You snuck on me there! Hehehe.” She chuckled with a mild blush, realizing it was rude to stare, thinking about how silly it was.

“Yeah, uh, s-sorry about that! Sneakin ain’t my usual style.” Said Finn as he kept a respectful distance.

“How long were you there for? WERE YOU SPYING ON ME?!” She demanded.

“Wah?! NO! NO NO NO! Well, not on purpose! See I was walkin through the woods and I kinda spotted you sittin under this tree and you started fiddlin with that thing-a-ma-jig-thingy and you sorta... started crying and stuff, so I came outta hiding to see if you needed some consolin and junk.”

“That’s what spying is ya dingus!!!” She said in anger. “That’s twisted creepy! ACHOO!”

“Bless you.” Said Finn.

“Danke.” Said Bonnie.

“Well, I wasn’t doin it on purpose and... um... I’m sorry.” Finn said with sincerity. “Do you... need help?”

Bonniebel’s anger subsided slowly, she remembered it was a public space, one that she technically owned, but he had a right to be out here like anyone else. She had no right to be angry with him spying on her.

“...Y-you... got a hose or something on ya?” She asked, trying to be polite, not expecting him to have anything on him she could use.

“Uh...” He flipped his backpack open, emptying out its contents. It was mostly junk, food, drinks, a pencil, a toy slingshot.

“Hey, lemme see that slingshot!” She said. The boy passing the item to her. Then she noticed it was a rubber band and not a tube. “Ugh, no, that won’t work. I need a tube hose.” She then tossed it back to the kid. “Thanks anyways.”

“Hmmm... why not, make a tube from something, like clay or dough?” Finn offered the pink lady.

Bubblegum felt a tinge of anger from the suggestion, she brushed her hair out of her face, ready to give the kid a piece of ehr mind. “A tube from claydough? Really? That s...” Then she paused and realized she was made of gum, which was like claydough. “Actually... gimme that pencil, will ya!”

Finn gave her the writing utensil. She took it and then ripped off a piece of her hair, with which she began to roll into a ball, then wrapped it onto the pencil, and kept rolling it until it was an even shape.

She spent a minute working it until it was satisfactory. She then pulled the pencil out, giving it back to the kid and then attached the new tube to her flamer, taking another moment to shape it just right.

Then she stood up, lifted the flamer, lit the flame, and gently squeezed the trigger. Out poured a great blast of fire into the air. “OOO-HO-HO-HO YEEE-HEHEHESSSS!” Said the Princess like she was a giddy pyrophiliac. Which she was not, mostly, that was Flame Princess, probably.

“SHAMAZOZOW!!! THAT IS AWESOME!!!” Finn cheered with his fist up in the air. “You invented a flamethrower?! That is so cool!”

Bubblegum felt a tinge of pride within her, which she tempered with humble honesty. “Heh, well, invented in a strong and inaccurate term. All I did was just build off of the concept and replicated previous designs for my purposes. But I did design this one myself. I actually have better ones back at my place, including a handheld one I use for cookin!”

“A handheld flamethrower?!” Finn asked rhetorically. “That is so cool! Or hot! Spicy hot! Spice!”

“Heh! Spice!” She said back to him, liking the term.

“Spicy spice flamethrowers are so spice!” Said Finn with enthusiasm.

“Yes! So. Very. Spice!” Bubblegum said with emphasis, followed by a cascade of cathartic laughter, something in which Finn joined along with her as if she told a profoundly deep joke.

Bubblegum then kept on laughing for a while longer, slowing down as fell on her butt, relaxing a bit. Whatever tension was between the two, it was gone, almost like it was never there and she was in the company of an old friend.

“So, feelin better?” Finn asked the lady.

“Yeah, actually, I do feel better! In fact... I can’t say when I last laughed like that! Thanks kid!”

“No problemo! If you need any help, I’m your Man!” He said with a gentle seriousness.

“Heh, I’ll keep that in mind, I actually need some help from time to time. So, what brings you out to the taffy forest?”

“Oh, I’m on my way to the Candy Kingdom for the first time, as a birthday present for myself! I just turned 12! I’m gonna go see the Princess!”

“PFFT! Hahaha!” The Princess laughed, almost like he was being absurd. “You wanna see the Princess?! What for?” She asked, wondering if the kid had something particularly important to ask her. Probably for a toy or cake or something.

“Well, I heard a lot of stuff about her havin probs, like big probs! Big problems she can’t solve and how they’re makin her grumpy n stuff over it all, cuz she can’t get any time to herself! So I thought I would come and help so she can do stuff she wants to do and live her! Cuz Princesses got rights to have fun and junk too!” He explained in a rather quick and long winded, almost deadpan manner.

Bubblegum stared at him waiting if the child had anything else to say. “Th-thats why you wanna see the Princess?” She asked, almost not believing him. “Just so you can ask to help her? And that’s your birthday wish?”

“Well I wanted to check out some other stuff. Never been to the Candy Kingdom, or any city for that matter. My brother Jake is easin me into things about life and all that song & dance.”

He sounded childish, as the bear boy should, he was 12, but he also sounded completely sincere as opposed to not really meaning what he says or understanding what he means.

“So you... just... wanna help the Princess with her problems to take the time off for herself in exchange for... what?” She wanted to know what he wanted in return, or if he actually thought any of it through.

“Nothin! Just wanna have fun doin quests for her so she can have a good time and stop bein a grumpy butt or whatever! Not to mention I get to help all kinds of other peeps while doin it!”

“Huh...” She huffed in surprise, a bit of her cynicism subsiding. “Why help m-... her specifically and not somebody else like somebody out in the town?”

“Why? Why not! I mean... u-um...” Finn pondered the question, trying to think of it longer term reasons besides just doing it. “Well, shes the Princess, so shes got the job of lookin after everybody. So, if I help her, I can help lots of folks all at once!!!”

“And... you just trust her to know what she's doing and stuff? You would just do it for her?”

“Heck yeah I would!” He threw his hands up into the air. “Cuz that’s what guys like me do! She’s the Princess so she probably knows what to do when it needs doin!”

Bubblegum stared at him, he had such a light and energy that sort of made her own sour dour fade, like a shadow by the sun. She liked his enthusiasm and wished more people had it.

“...What are you anyways?” She asked.

He gasped. “I...” He stood up onto his feet and in front of her and pulled out a golden sword from his backpack, raising it up into the air. “-am an Adventurer! And I wanna be a Hero!!! Just like Billy!”

“Like Billy?” She asked, giving a soft giggle. He was a kid with a petty dream, probably playing more than actually meaning it. “Well, you got a long way to go. I mean you aren’t exactly hero shaped right now. More life... friend shaped!”

“Well, yeah, I guess I am.” Finn agreed, looking upon himself. “Gotta start somehow, yknow?!”

“Yeah, I like your attitude.” She agreed as she stood up, towering above the boy. “You’ll grow tall.”

The two starred at one another, gentle soft smiles were on their faces, a gentle breeze blowing as the sun casts its warming rays upon them. It was almost as if time had stopped for a while.

“But don’t forget to enjoy your childhood.” She warned, breaking the silence, snapping back to reality. “You only get to have one for so long. Some people don’t even get to really have one.”

“YEAH! Cuz bein a kid, is... well it’s... Blabbabloopy!!!” He declared.

Bubblegum felt a sting of reality, a longing for something she saw everywhere, every day, something right in front of her right there and now but could never have for herself. Her duty to the burden of leadership and sacrificing for the good of others demanded that she could never even try to have a childhood of her own. Far too many people were relying on her.

People like the boy in front of her. She had to protect them all. This sweet innocence of the boy, who did not know her name, yet was eager to be her friend and help her however he could. As if they were never strangers to begin with.

One day the boy who thirsts for adventure would be gone, replaced by an adult, maybe like herself. But for now, she needed to protect him from anythig that would hurt him, even his own foolishness.

She smiled at him, one that came easily. “Well, maybe when you grow taller you’ll appreciate it even more! Heh... blabbabloopy! Hehehe... What’s your name anyways, kid?” She asked.

“My name? I didn’t tell you?!” He asked in confusion.

“Nope!” She answered, sucking on her cheek. “Guess ya forgot!”

“Oh, sorry, It’s Finn! Nice to meet ya!” He said with a toothy smile.

“Finn? Finn... Finn Finn Finn!” She said. “I like that name! It has an elegance to it!”

“Whelp, it’s been a blast lady! Be seein ya!” Finn waved as he turned to wander.

“Wait, where are you going?!” She said in shock, having not given her name yet, she was actually a bit offended. He must have forgotten his manners, or that she didn’t give him her name yet.

“The Candy Kingdom!” He said. “I’m off to see Princess Bubblegum, like I said! See ya later!”

She gave the boy a glare. “What makes you think you haven’t already met her, Finn?” Said Bonniebel with a tinge of anger, honied with a tone of teasing.

“Huh?” Finn looked back at the girl. “What do you mean?”

“Kinda obvi, ain’t it?” She asked. Was this kid actually dense or did he not know how to spot a Princess when he saw one? Especially one as famous as she was.

“...Um... ar-... are you her!?” Finn guessed, unsure if that was what she meant.

“Yup!” She confirmed, planting her hand on her hips, striking a pose of triumph. “I am Princess Bonniebel Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” She then gave a formal curtsy.

“No way!” Finn said.

“Yes way! I am happy to fulfill your birthday wish.” She began with a happiness in her voice, like it was coming out of her chest. “As I am su-”

“Nah-nah, I mean, no way!” Finn interrupted. “You can’t be the Princess!”

Bonnie stared at the kid and gaffed at him with a huff. “Uh... yeah, I am! I am obviously the Princess!” She retorted, thinking the Bear Boy creature really was dense. Maybe he needed his ears cleaned?

“Nah, you can’t be, why would a Princess be out here in the middle of the woods. Plus you don’t have a crown! Princesses need crowns to let everybody know they’re Princesses! It’s the rules and stuff!” He threw his hands up into the air as he approached the girl.

“Uh, first of all, I can be out here if I want, these are my woods!” She said with a hint of righteous arrogance, like a teacher lecturing a student. “Second of none, I DO have a crown! It’s on my head, as you can clearly see! I mean, it’s more like a Tiara, but it totes counts!” She pointed to her head, bowing a little to show it off.

Finn stared at Bonnie’s head for a moment, scanning it. “...I don’t see nothin.” He shrugged.

“Are you blind?!” She asked in frustration. “Or color blind and it’s blending in or something?!” She then placed he hand upon her head. “It’s right... there...”

The Princess then waved her hand around her head, then rubbed her hands directly upon it, only to discover the shocking horror. “Oh FFFFFUUUUUUU-” She began, only remembering just now that a child was present. “-uuuu-dge. Fudge.” She censored. “Fudge, FUDGE! FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE ME ALL THE WAY TO CHURCH!!!”

“I like fudge!” Finn commented, partly trying to diffuse her anger by being silly, but also stating a fact.

“I LOST MY CROWN!!!” She yelled, almost panicking as she searched around the area. “OH GLOB! I-I need to retrace my steps! Oh Grob it better not fallen intot he river!”

“Whoa calm down, Princess! It’s just a piece of jewelry!” Finn said, trying to calm her down. “Nothin you can’t replace!”

“MY CROWN IS A SYMBOL OF MY AUTHORITY! One that you clearly demonstrated that I needed!” She spat. “Besides, the crown itself isn’t all that important, the Gem is! I NEED that Gem! More than anything else! It’s crucial to the lands safety.”

“Oh zip! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to downplay it!” Finn said with remorse, feeling an icy chill of regret. “What does it look like!? I’ll help find it!”

She huffed and then sighed. She did need his help right now in finding it and this was her fault for losing it to begin with. No need to take out her anger on him for something he didn’t mean to do.

“Okay, thanks kid, I appreciate it! Now it looks... like... what’s he’s wearing right now.” Her face grew into one of fear as she pointed behind Finn.

“Wuh?” Finn looked behind himself and saw a pink guy on the top of the waterfall wearing a red gown, a fashionably cute Tiara meant for girls, sporting a most mighty and righteous beard.

“Hey good lookin!” Said the Ice King with a grin most crazy wicked. “Watchya got cookin?”

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 7 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

#adventure time #princess bubblegum #finn #Ice King #Straight up the whole chapter

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forbiddengalaxy · 4 months

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Next Chapter is up and running!

Little Snippet:

“Newt pal…” He began jovially, dusting his hands on his apron “We’ve talked about this, you’re family.” He lifted up the counter and gestured for him to come through and more than glad he left Esther’s pram outside he walked without mention into the ovens and store room behind the main counter. There were a few stools behind here and he took his seat, folding his legs gingerly under him in a complicated manoeuvre so that Esther could balance on his lap.

“I-I know I’m family” He replied once Jacob had informed Alfred to get on the till and dragged the other stool so they were sitting face to face “It’s just-“

“Still taking some time to get used to?”

“Yes,” Newt answered with an easy smile at Jacob’s easy understanding. He opened his mouth to continue when Esther nearly toppled off his lap in her reaching for Jacob so instead he wordlessly passed her into Jacob's large hands. With three months' growth at least more than her head poked out when Jacob held her but she still appeared small.

“She’s sure growing, huh? I mean her hairs gonna be longer than Tinas soon” he twirled the steadily lengthening curl at the back of her neck as he spoke and Newt nodded.

“It’s going to be quite interesting when it does, I believe both Tina and I are equally hopeless when it comes to hair bows”

“She’s your kid, might be more with the ‘just rolled out of a creature habitat’ look”

“I suppose” Newt replied, smiling at Esther who despite being in Jacob's lap was continuing to watch him with undivided attention, reaching over to stroke the errant tuft that while now curling never seemed to belong on either side of her head.

They sat in a beat of silence, the only noise being the gentle ticking of the ovens, when Jacob asked

“So anything in particular bring you here pal? Not that I don’t like the company but-“ Newt gave a gentle chuckle

“How did you know?”

It was Jacob's turn to laugh

“I know you now Newt, You’re fiddlin’ with your bow tie, you usually do that when you’re tryna think how to say something”

Slowly Newt lowered his hand from his bow tie and blushed slightly but nevertheless continued.

“Tina and I are working an um Auror case”

He watched as the larger man's eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly

“I didn’t think you were working with the aurors like- on the direct”

“No… This is a bit of an underground thing”

“Oh” Jacob stated simply “Tina really hasn’t lost that rebellious streak in her, has she?”

“No…” he laughed gently before sobering “She's been outnumbered by both her department and her superiors but she had a feeling something wasn't right so she took some of the case files and we’re going to do some of our own investigating”

“Tina stole case files?”

“The term is ‘borrowed’ Mr Kowalski”

#newt scamander #tina goldstein #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newtina #secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts secrets of dumbledore #fbawtft #jacob kowalski

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sharoscylla · 3 months

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HOW TO FORGIVE A DEAD MAN: CHAPTER 2

“Just think of what your loverboy could have done, if he’d only known to use you a little better,” Raphael breathes out, wings flaring. His thumb glides over her lower lip, pressing gently. “What a shame that you’ve been reduced to this… and yet you still possess hope, that strangest of afflictions. You hope to intimidate or beat me, when the time comes. You hope, with the certainty of just another reckless fool, that you’ll be this bold when next we meet, that you’ll have thought of something you could do beyond issuing empty threats you no longer have the ability to follow up on. And I will be back. When you’ve tried everything, yes. When you’ve stolen everything you can think of, when you’ve murdered everyone you meet, when you’ve fallen to your knees and begged for help that will never come, when your hope has shriveled to a rotten core of itself… well, yes. Then you can expect to see me again, dear. Hope… such a wretched little tease, wouldn’t you say?” “You must not know me very well if you think I’d say that,” Ripley says gently, gesturing with her rapier. “Now either challenge me to a fiddlin’ contest or put us back where we were before you so rudely interrupted, ol’ fella.”

#fanfic #ripley savage #surrounded by powerful friends au #my links #my ao3 #my ocs #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale pov

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“What’s it like being from Georgia, Finis?” Eh it’s alright. The Devil likes to come down to steal souls sometimes so we gotta send Johnny to kick his ass at fiddlin’ like how one chases off a raccoon with a broom. Other times the lights go out and the local crooked judge hangs a girl’s innocent brother because she murdered his wife and then she reveals the whole truth decades later to some youngin’ at the newspaper. That’s just life in the South, yaknow?

#nihil dreams #Southern Stuff #These two songs are always looping in my head #Forever #Everything be happening in Georgia in country music fr

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natasha-reads · 2 years

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One Night

Pairing: Dean Winchester × Hunter!OFC

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, slight dom/sub elements, and a general tendency to get hot and bothered (I hope)

A/N: I don't have much experience writing smut, so this is a stab I took. It's a part of a longer series, but I just wanted to post this first. Enjoy!

She saw Dean swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat.

Then she leaned forward and kissed him. For a moment, Dean didn’t react. Then his head tilted to the side and he deepened the kiss, pressing harder, catching her upper lip between his teeth. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. Emma slid her arms around his neck, shifting forward so that she was sitting on top of him. She could feel the warmth of his chest through her t-shirt. Her lips slid away from his as she grazed them across the skin under his jawbone. She could hear Dean give a half-groan, half-gasp. Her lips found him again, but then he pulled away, his hands dropping from her waist.

“Em,” he said. His eyes flickered to her lips. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Dean,” she whispered, her fingers grazing his lips. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

He leaned forward again, his lips crashing into hers, and this time, their kisses were desperate and hungry, his lips parting her own. Then he suddenly broke away, and his lips were sucking at the skin below her jaw, tracing the line to her earlobe—

Emma broke away for a second, resting her forehead against his. “You don’t think Missouri can hear us, do you?”

Dean laughed, and he dipped his head to kiss her neck. “Nah, her bedroom is upstairs.” Emma bit her lip as delicious shivers ran down her body, lightning arcing from where his lips touched to every point of her skin. When he spoke, she could feel his lips move against her neck, could feel his warm breaths. “Besides, she’s a psychic, Em. I’d say she already has a pretty good idea what we’re up to.”

His hands moved down to her waist again and slipped under her t-shirt. Then, without warning, he sat up straight and flipped them both over so she was under him. His lips never left hers. She could feel the muscles of his back flex as he leaned down over her, his lips now moving further down her neck. The hand under her t-shirt began to move up, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. Emma gasped again, her hands gripping his hair.

“Let’s just get this off,” he mumbled, and he pushed the shirt up. Emma felt a sharp twist of anxiety. When was the last time she’d slept with someone? She couldn’t remember. But her skin wasn’t smooth, unmarked, or sexy. She had scars. That ugly scar down her forearm was the least of it. There was the scar she had down her side from that vampire in Bisbee. One across her stomach, courtesy of a rugaru in Manning. Then that one across her chest from the werewolf in Fort Douglas—

Dean pulled the shirt up and over her head. He gazed down at her, his lips parted a little, and Emma’s anxiety spiked again. “I know,” she said. “I’m not—”

The rest of her words were lost as he kissed her again. “Em,” he breathed against her lips. “You’re beautiful.” His hand—the one he wasn’t using to prop himself up—was everywhere on her skin, tracing the outline of her bellybutton, the curve of her breasts.

They kissed again, and Emma ran her hands up and down his back. She could feel his kisses growing stronger, more desperate, like he couldn’t get enough. He dropped down to the valley of her breasts, kissing the skin between them. His lips moved slowly, deliberately, across her skin, caressing every inch. Emma had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out. It was so delicious, the way he teased her with his lips. He had full command of her body now, and he knew it.

He came to the skin above the waistband of her jeans and nipped at it with his teeth. Emma couldn’t help herself anymore—she gave a soft moan, and her hands gripped his hair tighter. She heard him chuckle. “Attagirl.” Then his fingers were fiddling with her jeans, and in a second, he had those off too. The cold night air hit her legs, making goosebumps stand up on her legs. Dean noticed, and a tiny frown appeared on his forehead. “I’m going to close the window.”

He scrambled out of bed, closed the window and then turned back. “Okay, where were we?”

Emma grabbed his hand, pulled him down so he was lying beside her. He laughed, his hands gripping her thighs as she straddled him. “You are exquisite,” he said.

She ran her hands down his chest, tracing the scars there, then leaned down, kissing the skin beneath his jaw. She traced her lips down his warm skin, her hands fiddling with the zip of his jeans. Dean helped her, kicking off his jeans as he sat up. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other fiddled with the clasp of her bra. In a second, it was tossed to a corner of the room. The other hand slipped down to her waist, gently brushing the skin there, and then his fingers dipped below her panties, massaging the folds of skin between her legs. Emma gasped, her thighs clenching. “Dean,” she gasped. Her hand gripped his own as he moved it, slowly and deliberately. Her head tipped back, and she had to close her eyes. Another shudder ran through her, and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his ear. “Don’t stop.”

She felt him laugh, the vibrations deep in his chest. “I don’t plan to,” he whispered. But then he gently pushed her back so that she was balancing on her elbows, her legs spread out in front of him. He tilted his head, enjoying the view, his lips catching between his teeth. Then he leaned down so he was lying down in front of her. She was already trembling with anticipation, electricity arcing along her skin with every touch of his. He grazed his teeth along the skin of her inner thigh, biting hard enough to cause pain. Emma let out a sharp hiss, and dropped onto her back, her hands once again running through his hair. He did this for a while, his mouth moving slowly upwards. By the time he’d reached his destination, she was practically quivering in anticipation, and when his tongue finally made contact, Emma bucked so hard that Dean grabbed her waist and held her down.

He swirled his tongue around, sending waves of pleasure up her body and down to her toes. Emma moaned, loudly, and Dean immediately clamped a hand down on her mouth. “Sorry sweetheart,” he whispered, looking up at her. “We can’t be too loud.” She looked down at him, and she could see his smirk. He allowed her one brief moment of respite before diving in again, and Emma moaned into his palm. She was so close already.

Dean didn’t stop. He kept his hand pressed against her mouth as he worked wonders with his tongue, swirling and licking. The slight stubble on his cheek tickled the inside of her thigh. He seemed attuned to every little movement she made, slowing down when she was close, speeding up when she needed the rush. Then, suddenly, he sat up, removing his hand from her mouth, his chest heaving. He swiped at his lower lip with his thumb.

Emma looked up at him, her legs quivering with anticipation. She felt rubbed raw, stripped down to her barest self. “You’re evil,” she said.

Dean smirked. His hand slid up her stomach, coming to rest near the base of her neck. “Beg for it,” he whispered.

The tone of his voice, the quiet commanding nature—it caused a thrill of excitement to rush up Emma’s spine. “Please,” she said.

A slow smile crossed Dean’s face, and he pressed his hand to her mouth again before using his tongue to drive her crazy once again. This time, he didn’t slow down, keeping the pace, moving faster and faster. Emma closed her eyes, completely lost in throes of pleasure. She was sure all sorts of obscenities were spilling out of her mouth, but they were muffled against Dean’s hand. Higher and higher, faster and faster. Everything was building, pleasure and pain and heat and then something snapped. Emma screamed, her toes curling. Dean slid up to kiss her, swallowing her moans with his lips, using his fingers to ride her to orgasm.

Emma gasped against his lips, as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. She dropped her head back against the bed, letting her heart slow down, waiting for the feeling to come back to her legs.

Dean kissed her nose. “Did it feel good?”

Emma simply shook her head in response. She had no words.

Dean chuckled and kissed her again, gently. She melted into the kiss, then sat up, guiding him to sit up too, then pushed him down onto the bed, pulling gently at his lower lip with her teeth. She let one finger graze his lips, while the other snaked down to his boxers. Dean groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow, his eyes closed. Then he sat up again. “If you keep doing this to me—Em—by god, I’ve got to have you.”

“Oh?” Emma raised an eyebrow, tracing one finger down his chest to the tip of his boxers. “Then beg.”

Dean grinned, and then pushed her down onto the bed beside him and got on top of her. This time, he wasted no time burying himself in her. Emma gasped, feeling herself clench around him, and he let out a shuddering breath. He kissed the bare skin of her shoulder, keeping his movements slow and careful until he was sure she could take it. “Please,” he whispered against her skin.

“I’m all yours.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Dean gripped both of her wrists in his left hand, keeping them pinned above her. He kept tracing his skin with her lips, his movements confident and forceful. Emma wrapped her legs around him, making him groan. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck. “Shit. Emma. My god.” She could hear the strain in his voice.

She urged him to move again using her hips and Dean moaned again, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked up at her with a barely concealed smile. “Any more of that and you’ll have me screaming.”

Emma smiled, freed one hand from his grip and pressed her palm against his mouth. “Go ahead and scream now.” She could feel him smile wider under her palm, and he moved again, his pace increasing the whole time, keeping his eyes locked on her. His movements began to grow more frantic, sloppy, and then a shudder ran through him. Emma quickly pressed her lips to his and he moaned into her mouth. For a moment, they stayed like that, and then Dean dropped his head into the crook of her neck, his chest heaving. His skin was warm, his forehead dotted with beads of sweat. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “I think I saw stars.”

Emma chuckled lightly, letting her head fall back against the pillow and enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers. “Tell me about it.”

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charlidrawz · 1 year

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Her Tears Were My Light | .:Review:. | Trying Something New!

For a long time now I've been scrambling to find a way to stay active as well as continue posting more frequently online, and I think I've settled on writing reviews, Top Ten+ Lists, and the like!

For those who don't know me, I'm Michael (Mike/Mickey/Mika), also known as "Charli" online! (He/They pronouns)

I am a mega nerd, as well as an artist and gamer who loves to make playlists and bracelets in their spare time, as well as voice over work when able! (Reading, voice acting, singing, etc...)

I might make videos at some point, I'm not sure yet, but I have been working on a script for one at some point!

This is just a quick review I wanted to try my hand at, and I apologize in advance if I'm still fiddlin' around with Tumblr to figure out how it works after all these years, haha;;

Tl;dr: This is my first review (via Tumblr on my "main" account) I'll be posting!

Today I will be reviewing her tears were my light by NomnomNami

her tears were my light by NomnomNami is a visual novel available for purchase on Steam, Google Play, and itch.io.

You can see on the itch.io site that it has a word count of 6k, as well as 3 notable endings.

It's a quick playthrough, as well as a pleasant read, and the endings are rather easy to get.

I, personally, took my time reading and processing the story and artwork, so it took me around 20 min to about half an hour.

I am an achievement hunter on Steam, so I'll mention a couple of noteworthy bits of information for my fellow completion scavengers:

There are achievements, but I believe they're in that inactive state where the game won't show as a "Perfect Game" on your account.

There are options and settings you're able to fiddle around with to speed up the dialogue and skip through it, so that helps for folks who just want that 100%;

though I will say, this was one of those games I actually sat down and enjoyed, so please take your time if you're not in a rush to have the best experience possible!

The writing was stellar with brilliantly designed characters and gorgeous yet simple art, perfectly complimented by Nami's beautiful ost for their story.

I don't want to spoil too much of the actual content in the game itself, but it was wonderful enough that I left a review on Steam, wanted to attempt a more in-depth one here, and found myself unable to resist the urge to create a playlist for it.

I mentioned on Steam as well that I also plan to share this with my fiancé later, and I might draw some fanart for it at some point.

Spoilers Beyond This Border!

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Now that all of that's out of the way, I wanted to actually talk about the characters and some topics in the game themselves!

her tears were my light nearly had me crying; it was a touching and emotional story.

I love Space's design, Nil's writing, and Time's concept especially.

Making use of the save files was rather brilliant in my opinion, which I've rarely seen used, appropriately and well, in games- especially visual novels.

I won't include the Life is Strange franchise; it's not a mere "visual novel", and has a different tone and aesthetic.

If you like time travel and lgbtqia+ friendly stories with deep and excellent writing though, I do highly recommend it.

I actually felt disappointed that it was so short- when usually I'm nearly complaining that the viznovs I play, even the ones I like, cough Danganronpa cough are so long.

There was so much heart and soul put into these characters you only know for such a short period of time that it feels so abrupt having it end so quickly... after having made such a fuss over how long Nil waited for Time.

I can't stress enough, this isn't a complaint about the game- quite the opposite, honestly.

This feels like the perfect transition that could be used to go over a different review for another game by the same creator which I've considered doing, and I wasn't able to leave one for it on Steam because I had borrowed the game via Steam Share with a close friend of mine.

The game was the perfect length, honestly.

I had just enough time to complete it without stressing about finishing it; but it also still had enough content, good and interesting content, to leave at least me with a desire to play it again.

her tears were my light leaves the player with enough of (aforementioned) content to consume that they can create their own ideas and headcanons, aus, fanart, songs, and the like with their own creative minds.

Before I head out, I will say:

I personally prefer the ending where everyone is happy. Ɛ':

Hi, there!

I'm Michaela! Aka Michael, Mickey, Mike, Mika, etc... or Charli, as I go by online!

I'm an artist and gamer who loves cosplaying and voice acting, as well as making playlists, bracelets, and props in my spare time!

Wanna support me and/or see more content from me?

I do commissions, and occasionally requests!

If you have any ideas for a game, movie, show, anime, manga, comic, book, etc, that you want me to check out and review, lemme know in the comments or hmu via dms, Discord (CharliDrawz#9544), or my email ([email protected])!

as for commissions, you can contact me the same way if you're interested in an art piece or hiring an artist to help with a project!

I have a carrd for that (which might need to be updated) with info on what I do and don't do!

I am open to ship/pairing drawings, fanart, backgrounds, etc...

I don't do overly explicit NSFW or gore, nor do I do anything too overly detailed, realistic, or mecha.

I can do cartoony styles, furry/anthropomorphic art, 2d drawings, etc... but I will not draw a character without a reference.

I don't do full complete animations, but I am up for trying short moving avatars for a price.

I also do Spotify, SoundCloud, and YouTube playlists!

(I haven't used SoundCloud in a while, though; I apologize if it's a mess in there.)

These are a lot cheaper, and are easier for me to make!

Prices start from around 50¢ for super short 5-10 song playlists, to $10+ for a full hour/100+ track playlists.

(Whichever is reached first. The price depends on the length and how long it took to make it.)

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cc-horan28 · 3 months

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My New Masterlist

1. Dress Me Up (T):

Louis was just doing his best to protect the neighborhood. Getting injured wasn’t the plan. Harry gets worried and just wants his husband to feel better. Fluff ensues.

The one where Louis Tomlinson comes home injured and Harry just wants to take care of him.

Read on AO3 or wattpad!

2. Get Out of My Kitchen (E):

part 1 and part 2 (the smut)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-”

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn’t having any of his cheek.

Read on AO3

3. Do It Day By Day (BMV Fest) (T):

WW2 AU -

It had become a habit. He would light up a candle, reading through the poem he was on a couple of times before blowing it out, laying there in the dark as he went over the rest, turning the pages unnecessarily. The words were printed into his memory by how much time he spent recalling them throughout the day.

Louis is enlisted for the army, and Harry’s book of poems is the only thing keeping them connected.

4. When I'm Fat and Old (BMV Fest) (G):

“I’m just in awe. And we’re only just getting older, but we’re not even that old, yet. And I just- we’ve still got so so much to do. No one I’d rather do it with,”

Louis shares his dreams of them growing old together <3

5. It Was Always You (BMV Fest) (G):

But standing here, in the urinals, of all places, Louis would have put his hand on a DVD of Grease and sworn to it.

He was in love.

Louis falls in love at first sight

6. With Your Hand In Mine (BMV Fest) (G):

WW2 AU -

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

7. Let Me Be Your Last First Kiss (BMV Fest) (G):

Soulmates AU -

There was one boy in particular, with rectangular glasses and a beanie pulled down over his hair who caught his eye, gesturing extravagantly as he boomed out the lines to what sounded like Grease in front of a small group gathered appreciatively in front of him.

Harry just changed schools, and finding his soulmate wasn't what he expected at all

8. The Wind, It Held Your Soul (BMV Fest) (T):

WW2 AU -

Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.

18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper.

Harry is widowed in a time he cannot even accept it in public.

9. The Little Things You Do (1DLibrary exchange) (G):

“What’s that supposed to mean, then? I’m romantic, aren’t I?!” His voice went up an octave with indignation and Harry couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face.

Harry sat back up from where he was snuggled up with Louis, careful to not spill any of his wine onto the older man as he leaned forward to peck his cheek. “Sure you are, Lou,” he grinned.

The one where Harry makes a throwaway remark about Louis not being a romantic, and Louis is desperate to prove him wrong.

Read on AO3

10. If You Like Causing Trouble Up in Hotel Rooms (E)

“You know what I mean, Lou,” Harry implored “You just have to sit for most of the day, don’t you? And- I can’t stop thinking about it. You just- Being stretched for me, all day. God, Lou,”

Even through the shitty FaceTime, Louis could see how Harry’s eyes were darkened, and when he dug his teeth into his plush bottom lip, sucking it in as he widened his eyes, Louis knew he wouldn’t get him to drop it. He rolled his eyes at the dramatic begging and nodded, huffing as he went to riffle through his suitcase, a tingle of excitement already rushing through him.

The one where Harry makes Louis wear a buttplug throughout the whole day on his LATAM press tour.

Read on AO3

1. I'd Follow You To Any Place (G):

“I do,” Niall hummed, placing his chin on Harry’s shoulder, his heart racing a little faster at how the words sounded, as silly as it was. “We’ll go there someday too. Wanna dive there with you. Dive in all the places with you. Hell, I’d dive in that enclosure with you,” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder to a corridor winding away.

The one where Niall and Harry are on vacation in Bali <3

2. Let Fall (series) (WIP) :

Niall X OFC

Ayra had worked her way up the corporate ladder. Despite being the COO at the work party she’d dipped with someone she barely knew. It wasn’t like her at all. And she wasn’t planning on fucking it all up for the guy with the blue eyes, right? No matter how nice his voice was, or how shiny his eyes were, or how he treated her… right?

The one where the Irish fella falls for the I-don’t-need-anyone COO of his label

Read on AO3 or wattpad! or here’s the masterlist for tumblr links!

3. Hope We Grow Old, But We Never Grow Up (BMV Fest) (G):

Niall Horan x Zayn Malik

Three glimpses into a snowed in day with Ziall!

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