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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 019: The Piggyback

If you had the chance to do it over again with Eddie — and DO IT RIGHT — would you?

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* * = somewhat smut , ** = smut

CW: hospital setting, dialogue heavy, uncertainty, fluff, talks of blood/broken bones/etc., car accident implications

word count: 2.5k words

“I’ll pick up these broken pieces ‘til I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.”

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Hawkins Memorial Hospital reeks of bleach wipes and bitter tears.

“Eddie…” Dustin wails. “No no no, noooo. Eddie…”

You’re sitting on the floor of the nurses station with Robin, Steve, and Nancy while the ‘kiddos’ occupy the waiting chairs. Surely, it's got to be unsanitary, but contracting germs off the floor of the ICU were the least of your concerns.

Your eyes follow Wayne as he helplessly wheels around, talking to anyone who would lend him an ear... anyone who would possibly know anything about his nephew’s condition.

“And my nephew — Eddie — he's self-employed,” Wayne continues to tell them.

Wheeling…wheeling…wheeling…

“But the Program he’s with allows him to go through Scott Clarke. You know Scott Clarke Insurance? It’s S-c-o-t-t, C-l-a-r-k-e… I’m through them too…”

But the able-bodied personnel are too fast for old Wayne, walking at a speed about 5mph while his frail fingers can only allow him up to 2 and a half. Just like the liters of oxygen he is on.

“Does he have a case manager assigned to him yet?” Wayne wonders. “If so I would like their name, please.”

Eventually Wayne’s voice fades the further away he gets. And just so you don't wallow in your misery, you go to your phone to see if anyone else has been reaching out to you for updates.

Justice (Hellfire)

Omg just heard the news! Hey girlie, is Eddie ok??? Can we come see him yet??

Just as you expected. Annoyed, you respond.

Girl fuck you

Suddenly a hand squeezes your kneecap. You didn't realize how aggressively you were tapping your feet until Max stops you.

“Doing okay, sis?”

“Yeah I'm just...” you sigh. “…going through all the emotions I guess. And in a fucked up way, I'm kinda convinced this is all my fault."

“You're a dumbass," she scowls at you. "How could you have possibly seen this coming? This was not in anyone’s control."

“I broke the rule,” is all you say. “We never go to bed angry.”

The odds have always been against you. You would think you knew that by now. It was probably why you spent all morning beating yourself up; because you knew that if you did, there's a huge possibility that Eddie would pull through. The Universe is twisted like that.

Suddenly, a pair of white coats are seen coming out of Eddie's room. Everybody in the party immediately stands, like it's some formation exercise at a bootcamp of sorts. Wayne eventually circles back as well, gazing up at Dr. Owens with hopeful eyes.

“Eddie is going to be okay,” Owens concludes. “You can all breathe now.”

The room fills with bone-weary, but nonetheless celebratory cheers. Owens and Eddie's nurse, Nurse Patty allows everybody to hug one another in relief. Eddie's doctor goes to speak again when the clamor dies down.

“But he did have to undergo emergency surgery,” Dr. Owens adds. “And he lost a lot of blood, so we have him on additional transfusions, as well as an antibiotic for an infection caused by his wounds. The plan for him is to recover, hopefully get him up with therapy when the time is right, and then he can get out of here.”

“Can we see him?” your voice cracks.

“That is up to him," the doctor responds. "But for now, what the young man told me is that he wants chocolate pudding... and to see his Uncle and girlfriend."

You and Wayne waste no time. Unlocking the brakes of his wheelchair, you lug Eddie's uncle into ICU room #010, unsure of what is to greet you behind the curtains.

The room is littered with juice and jello, laced by an overpowering bleach-esque fragrance that most likely was there to mask the innate smell of blood and other bodily fluids.

Beep, beep, beep, goes the familiar IV machine. And funny enough, Eddie has his TV on, blasting South Park on full volume, exactly the way it normally would be playing at the Harrington-Munson estate.

"…tell everyone the truth about whose fault this is! I didn't do anything!" ... "...you KNEW about the prank, you could've stopped it at any time, but you didn't say a word. SILENCE IS VIOLENCE!"

And there is Eddie, dressed in a mesh-fabric gauze bandana, a worn-out beige hospital gown, with matching grippy socks. His entire lower lip is busted, left arm in a cast, both of his heels elevated with blood-saturated pillows. And his hair... you didn't even want to think about the matting. But that is ground to be covered much later.

When Eddie sees the two of you, he only utters one sentence:

“Does this mean I finally get that motorcycle?”

“You fucking idiot!” you wail going in to hug him.

Eddie chuckles solemnly as you completely fall into his embrace, soaking his gown with your salty tears.

"I thought we lost you, Eddie,” you whisper in his ear as you sniff your tears away. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we did...knowing what I said."

He strokes your hair. "You have every right to be mad at me. I've been such a shitty boyfriend to you."

“I second that,” Wayne huffs, crossing his arms. “The idiot part, I mean… but I’m glad you’re okay, son.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Wayne,” Eddie grumbles. “I knew those Eddie Stops would catch up to me one day.”

Eventually, the rest of the party spills in, starting with the batallion of younger Hellfire boys who were inconsolable all morning, absolutely petrified of losing their role-model.

"Jesus,” Dustin breathes. “We thought you were a-goner!”

"Hey guys, good to see ya," Eddie grins, soaking up every bit of attention from his little minions as they all pile on top of him. Suddenly, he flinches. "Hey hey hey, watch my IVs! I've got an important med running through that piggyback."

"Right, sorry," they all utter in unison as they separate themselves from him.

Steve is next in line to give Eddie a hug, followed by Robin, and Nancy, and soon Jonathan. Chrissy and Argyle are the next people to trail in, with Henry and Nina at their tail. Then, the Corroded Coffin boys soon after.

"Eddie, oh my god!" Chrissy cries. "Don't you ever scare any of us like that again!"

"Good to see ya, Chris," Eddie smiles, giving her a one-armed hug. "Hey Neens! Creel! Villalobos. Boys.”

"So not cool man," Argyle shakes his head. "So not cool. We were worried sick for you."

As you all iron out the details, it is discovered that Eddie got into the accident shortly after leaving your place. He, in fact did, pull an Eddie Stop, failing to see the car coming at him from his left side, which then resulted in him getting T-boned. The other driver was okay. In fact, he was the one who called the ambulance for him.

"How much longer until you're discharged?" Nancy asks.

"I'm not too sure," Eddie sighs. "Hopefully in a few weeks."

He fails to sit up completely, wincing once again when his pain drags him down. Everybody nearly rushes to his aid, tenderly lowering Eddie back onto the bed while encouraging him to take it easy.

"Don't even worry about it, Eds," Lucas assures him. "We can hold down the fort."

"Oh that's reassuring," Eddie mutters sarcastically, shaking his head in discontent.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing!"

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You decide to stay with Eddie for the afternoon while everyone else goes home. A couple others stay behind as well, so you all take turns alternating, helping the nurses with their care and making sure Eddie isn't alone when a specialist from his team comes to see him.

But for now, it's just you and him, cuddled up in his rather stiff hospital bed, watching TV to pass time by.

"It feels weird sitting in place for once," he comments. "My body isn't used to laying down for a long period of time."

"Constantly in fight or flight, huh?" you tut. "Always on the go..."

Eddie whistles. "God, you have no idea..."

"Nah, I do," you insist, grabbing his hand to kiss it. "Our flights just look a lil different is all."

Suddenly, your phone rings again, causing both you and Eddie to jolt in shock. This time, it's your FaceTime ringtone... and on the other line, is Kassidy, quite possibly accompanied by the other Hellfire Girls.

"Jesus H. Christ," you mumble. "They've been spamming me all morning. Probably just wanna know how you're doing."

"Answer it," Eddie encourages you sharply. His tone is rather gruff, and urgent. "I need to talk to them."

Because you're nice enough to allow the girls the luxury of knowing their lord and savior is alive, you answer the call and hand your phone to Eddie. There's a slight pause before the call is connected.

"Hi," is all Eddie says.

"Eddie! OMG!" the girls squeal through the other line, of course all while failing to acknowledge you — the person whose number they called in the first place. "Are you okay?!"

"Yes girls, I'm fine..." he sighs. "How's Hellfire? Everyone holding down the fort?"

"Of course, just like we do best," Kassidy responds. "We just miss you, Eddie. What happened?"

"Got T-boned."

"OMG, whose fault was it?"

"Mine," he seems relatively short with them.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm in a little bit of pain. But I got some pain meds to help me."

"Thank God!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hospital walls, Nina and Chrissy stare at each other in bewilderment, a look that is naturally followed by one of disgust.

"Oh I know damn well..." Nina shakes her head.

"Stupid ass bitches," Chrissy adds.

Being the nosy girls they are, Nina and Chrissy crane their heads over into the room, eavesdropping on the FaceTime conversation between Eddie and the Hellfire Girls.

"Oh Eddie," Emmy pouts. "We're so glad that you're doing okay."

"Yeah, Eddie!" Lady chirps. "When do you think you'll be released?"

"Hopefully I'll be out in about two weeks," Eddie responds. "But I'll stay at home for a bit before coming back. You won't even know I'm gone."

The girls cheer obnoxiously on the other line. You try to act indifferent towards everything for Eddie's sake, but it's hard for you to feign something that so evidently isn't true.

Eddie senses it. And what he says next to the girls takes you by surprise.

"...But," Eddie says. "In that same amount of time, I expect your lockers to be cleared... as well as your side of the dressing room."

There's a brief silence while the girls try to piece together what Eddie means by that. Because surely it doesn't mean what they initially thought it meant.

"Why? Are we getting moved?"

"No, you're all getting terminated."

So it was exactly what they thought it meant.

"Wh-what? Why?!"

"What do you mean why?" Eddie demands.

He begins to list off everything they have done wrong, all of which they pretended to be oblivious about until now.

"The final straw is calling my girlfriend's phone, non-stop, knowing that's the only way to get through to me," Eddie goes on. "And not even acknowledging her! And even if you did, you all have some damn nerve considering what you guys did at Hellfire."

"You don't even have proof of us damaging her property though!" Justice argues. "So for all we know, you're just accusing us of things, Eddie."

"That's funny," you speak up. "Who said anything about property damage?"

Caught in their own trap.

The MAIN reason Eddie couldn't fire the Hellfire Girls when they put sugar in your gas tank was because you didn't have any proof that they did it, therefore it wouldn't hold up well if the girls decided to sue for wrongful termination. Again, lots of legalities to come in to play.

The girls were smart though. Choosing to wreck your car because they knew it was parked in the security camera's blindspot. Essentially, after the damage was done, it would be your word against theirs. And there was only so much that Eddie could do with the "subtle jabs". But now that you have a confession, Eddie can work off of that.

"But Eddie!" Justice whines. "This is so unfair. We've known you, and been at Hellfire longer than she has."

"Two weeks," Eddie reiterates, still firm on his decision. "That's enough time for you ladies to figure out the next step. I wish you the best of luck."

The ending of the FaceTime call wasn't a pretty one. It mainly consisted of denying and bargaining, all of which Eddie did not have the energy to be receptive to.

You and Eddie continue to hash it out with the girls over the phone, all while Nina and Chrissy were twerking in celebration because it meant more money for them during tip outs. And most importantly, celebrating you getting the justice you deserve...along with the possibility of you coming back.

"That was something I should've done way long ago," Eddie sighs as he hands you your phone back. "I hate dealing with legal shit."

"I'm sorry that they ended up being horrible," you frown.

"And I'm sorry that they ended up being horrible to you," Eddie counters. "I really wish I could've done more for you. But up until now my hands were tied legally, honey. And financially."

"It was a sticky situation," you mutter. "But...I knew you had a favorite."

He kisses your forehead once more and you lean into him again, resting your head against his chest and wrapping your leg around his torso.

"Ow, ow, OW!" Eddie yelps.

"Sorry!"

You asunder again.

"You think you're gonna find enough dancers in time?" you ask him.

"We'll be okay four dancers short," Eddie assures you. "And besides, more tips for the other ladies when it comes down to tip-outs. They did Hellfire a favor."

Exactly what Chrissy and Nina were thinking.

"Speaking of Hellfire..." Eddie quips. "Does this mean you're coming back?"

"Only if I'm still welcome."

"Of course you are, babe," Eddie chuckles. "Everyone there loves you."

Your heart flutters at the forsaken "L" word, uttered with so much certainty and fondness.

"...including me," Eddie adds. "I love you, man."

You bite your lip to contain your excitement as you blush, giving Eddie a light punch across his chest.

"I love you too...man."

And as a way to poke fun at you, Eddie flashes you a "surf's up" sign with his non-crippled fingers. He puts on his most pretentious California accent possible, one he learned how to do from Argyle.

"Righteous...man."

And before it could get any more intimate, Chrissy makes her way into the room, reaching into her tote bag to give you something she's been holding onto since she arrived.

You watch as she unveils a familiar velvet garment — your cloak. She gives you a courtly bow as she hands it back over to you, symbolizing an end to your very brief retirement from Hellfire, and a permanent seat at The Party's table.

"You know Hargrove, I believe..." says Chrissy. "...that this is for you."

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 4 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Merry Christmas! I know I'm a bit late, but i hope you'll enjoy this nonetheless. Comments and reblogs are not necessary, but they are highly appreciated ♡;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Leon Kennedy x F!Reader;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P l o t ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ One night, when Leon can't handle the loneliness, he decides to visit you at your office;

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ T a g s ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ smut, cheating, unprotected sex;

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Weeks passed since Leon felt the touch of your skin. Staring at the ceiling in his dull bedroom, he tried to ignore the burning need that spiked throughout his body. You were the only person who could ease his pain, but because of the circumstances, you weren’t available for him.

He was constantly checking his phone, hoping for a sign from you, but he'd toss the device in bed every single time.

“What to do..." He kept asking himself, trying to find a way to climb up from the pit that he was slowly falling into.

The reason for this situation was your relationship with Wesker. You two were together long before you met Leon. You loved Wesker, you really did, and you didn’t want to cheat on him, but he was so busy with his work, and that made you feel like you two were falling apart. You started to work with Leon; your missions would synch frequently, and because of that, you started to get to know each other better. Whenever you felt alone, Leon was there for you, and he instantly cheered you up with his jokes and positive attitude. He fulfilled your need over and over, and soon you two would spend the nights together, not just to fill up paperwork.

Because Wesker would figure it out really quickly if something was off, you were the one to call Leon whenever your boyfriend was away from work. However, it’s been weeks since he last saw you, and he was losing his mind.

Being driven by loneliness and desire, he picked up the phone again and called your secretary to ask if you were at the office. It was a risky move, one that will probably infuriate you, but he couldn’t care less about your tantrums.

"Yes, she is there, working on some reports.” She said. A faint sound of typing was heard during the call. She probably worked on something.

The building was almost empty since it was Saturday night. He crossed the hallway in a hurry, waving and smiling to the few who were there.

“I need to take some papers.” He said smiling.

Arriving in front of your office, he hesitated for a few seconds, but hearing your voice made him almost break the door.

His eyes searched for you relentlessly in the poor, illuminated room. When he found you, hunched at your desk looking at the laptop while talking on a phone, a dumb smile appeared on your face. In the dim light of the laptop, he could see the frown on your face as you saw him.

You took a short pause, then continued your conversation as normal as you could without giving the other person the impression that something was wrong, but your tone became rapid and your voice a little pitched.

He quickly entered and shut the door behind him.

By the look of his face, you knew he didn’t come to discuss work. He looked like a lost, sad puppy, looking to be loved.

You hung up quickly and rose from your desk, heading to Leon.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you insane?” You gestured with your hands, anxiety taking over. “What if Wesker walks in?”

“I asked your secretary before coming here; I’m not an idiot.” He said it in the most innocent and needy voice possible, making you ease up a bit.

“Still, you know how dangerous it can be. Please leave.” You said, turning your back at him and heading to your desk, pretending to organise some files. It hurt; you wanted to jump into his big arms and entangle with his body. It took an incredible amount of self-control to turn and ignore him, to ignore your throbbing heart and the heat that was rising.

You wanted to call him; you wanted to see him, but it was too risky since Wesker has spent more time with you lately. You waited for him to leave on his own, hoping he’d go soon.

Leon let out a loud sigh and looked at you with big, sad eyes. His heart throbbed again, bearing the same draining loneliness that pushed him to commit such a risky act.

Both of you sat in complete silence for a few minutes. Your phone rang two times, but you ignored it. Against your better judgement, you wanted him to do something that contradicted your arrangement. You wanted him to jump on you, to ignore this facade you were putting up, and it seemed like he read your mind.

His eyes began to study your beautiful figure, which was highlighted thanks to the tight clothes you were wearing. The tight shirt accentuated your waist, and that black mini skirt you wore left nothing to the imagination. Oh, how much he missed your curves! How much he missed touching you…

He began to move in your direction slowly, as if he were afraid that you would run away. He gently placed his hands over your shoulders and rubbed them down over your arms, feeling your tensed muscles relax under his touch.

“Leon…” you said, trying to push him away once more with the little reasoning you had left. In fact, you were starting to become intoxicated by his mere presence.

“I missed you so much…” he whispered as he leaned over you, pressing his body over yours. His head rubbed against yours, inhaling the sweet perfume that used to make him mad. He pressed his lips over your forehead, drowning in your scent, and allowed his body to react purely on instinct.

“I know… I missed you too…but this is not the time or place...please leave…”

He didn’t say a word; instead, he let his actions speak for him. His lips went lower, kissing your cheek until he boldly placed a lingering kiss on your neck. Feeling his warm breath on your neck, you let out a long sigh as you tiled your head to give him more space.

“Persistent bitch…” you whispered, and his little chuckle blessed your hearing.

With half-lidded eyes, his hands went to explore the curves of your body, small grunts escaping from his lips as he felt drowsy from pleasure.

He kept puffing and groaning in your ear with every move. His lips would occasionally kiss your neck as he indulged with you. Feeling yourself getting weaker, you placed your hands on the wooden desk as this touch intoxicated you. Doing so, you rubbed your ass over his crotch.

“Leon…” you said, no longer denying the fact that you needed him.

“I don’t care if Wesker catches us.”

He said while one hand reached your hips.

“And I don’t care if your secretary tells him I was here.”

“Leon…” you said as you felt his hand lift your skirt, exposing your ass to him.

“He can watch for what I care.”

His fingers gently tapped over the warmth of your core, thought your panties, feeling the soaked fabric with his fingertips.

Every rub and every motion sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. You kept pushing your core over his fingers, synchronising your hips with his movements. You were so desperate for his touch that even the slightest motion made you moan.

“I missed you so much…” he muffled with his head buried in your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of the perfume that was starting to wear off, being replaced with the natural scent of your skin.

You could feel a hand making its way up to your chest. His fingers struggled to push the fabric apart, and when they successfully exposed your breast, they began to play with it in a rough, desperate manner.

“Fuck…” His teeth sank into your flesh, and his grip on your breast tightened, causing you to flinch.

“Sorry babe….” He whispered in your ear. “I’ll try to be more gentle.”

Before you could remind him that it wasn’t wise for you to return to your boyfriend with hickeys and bruises on your body, he pushed your panties aside and began to search for your clit. Your pussy was so wet that his fingers were shortly coated in your juices.

His hand moved from your breast to your neck, his grip tightening as he pushed two fingers inside.

“So wet for me…” he said as he twisted and curled his fingers so slowly, as he was enjoying your squirms and moans.

Even if it’s been so long since you two were intimate, his touch didn’t become foreign. It felt refreshing, as if you were reunited with a long-lost lover.

His hand remained on your neck as he kept thrusting. He was so deep now, and it felt like he was exploring you for the first time.

The more he’d thrust, the less you’d try to control yourself. Gripping the desk and pushing your ass back, you began to synch your hips with him, chasing your own pleasure. You didn’t care how loud you’d become; you just wanted to let him know how good he made you feel.

“Fuck yes…” you said, feeling a third finger entering you.

“Not so stressed anymore, huh?”

“Shut up.”

His fingers went in and out of your puffy, slick cunt with ease, and they would be engulfed with each move. You didn’t realise until now how much you missed him.

“Leon…” you called out his name as you eagerly brought a hand to your back and searched for his pants. You wanted something much bigger to fill you.

With the hand he used to pleasure you, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Its head was swollen and already leaking, and when your warm hand wrapped around him, he let out a much louder whimper than he had expected.

You guided him to your entrance, and when he pushed the first few inches, you collapsed back on the wooden surface as you began to feel full already. Oh, how much you missed him—his touch, his presence. He was simply intoxicating.

“That’s right, you’re so good for me.” He grabbed your hips as he began to pump into you like a madman. With his head thrown back, he kept calling your name as he got lost in pleasure. You took him so well, so easily. Your cunt alone made him push all the reasoning aside and return to primal instincts.

“Babe…” he said between moans.

The room was filled with filthy, sinful noises of slapping sounds and whines.

Leon made the mistake of looking down at you. He saw that ass jiggling with every thrust and his cock sliding in and out of you, which made his knees tremble.

“You’re perfect; you knew that?” He said it between grunts as he quickly slapped your ass.

“Uh..uhh” you tried to say an “yes” but instead you let out inaudible sounds.

He picked up the pace, going so deep until your pussy would engulf his dick completely.

“Fuck…I think imma…”

It didn’t help that you were approaching your orgasm too, as your walls contracted around him, driving him to the edge.

His pace got more erratic, and soon you felt hot, thick spurts inside you.

The room was suddenly silent, with only your heavy breaths being heard. Leon still had his hands on your hips, but the grip was lighter.

He pulled out, his cum oozing from your tired cunt down your thighs.

He spent a few seconds admiring his work until reality hit him. It was late, so late, and your boyfriend could appear soon. He didn’t regret his actions, tho.

Leon searched for some tissues to clean up some of his mess. His fingers tried to clean as much as he could his soft cock. Seeing that you needed some time to regain your composure, he quickly tried to help. You flinched when you felt the tissue between your exhausted, sensitive folds.

“Easy now.” He said as he rubbed your lower back. After that, he helped you fix your appearance; he pushed down your skirt and fixed your shirt.

“That was…bold.” You said it after your mind was getting clear.

“I know…I’m sorry…” he said in a soft tone as he wrapped his arms around your body. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes. You didn’t want him to go. All of this was so wrong, and yet it seemed like neither of you could stop. You enjoyed the thrill and the risk of getting caught.

You let out a long exhale.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Really?” He asked in a surprised voice.

You didn’t want to put an end to it, at least not yet. You would consume him over and over until one of you grew tired of the other or until Wesker figured it out. It felt too good to let go.

“If you don’t want it, I won’t call you.”

“No, no, it’s not that. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

Tomorrow was good; he is out of town. This affair leaves a bitten taste in your mouth sometimes, but Leon’s touch is just too good.

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tmpestuous · 5 months

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Moth to a Flame - 4

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summary: Bucky Barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. There was no denying it. But after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. The only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him even after moving on.

pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: alcohol, drinking, implied (stated) sex, bReAkUpS?, angst, fluff, i think that’s it

word count: ~5k!

a/n: an update finally… i sincerely apologize for the inactivity but life has been more than stressful lately. i have the course of this story planned so hopefully i can push out a few updates for you all over the course of december and hopefully finish it! thank you for your patience.

“You should be with him,

I’ll let you go from time”

“You should give him another chance, you know,” Bucky said softly as he gazed out at the water before him.

He had brought you out to the lake to calm your nerves after he found you crying on your bedroom floor, always knowing how to best comfort you. You two were seated on a bench, watching the moonlight illuminate the water through its reflection.

“I’m surprised you’re saying that,” you joked as you looked over at him, your eyes tired from their overuse. “You said you wanted to fight him not even an hour ago.”

Bucky chuckled. “Listen,” he leaned forward on his knees. “It’s his first fuck up, and I know he cares about you. I know you care about him too. I reacted the wrong way when I saw you earlier today, I let my emotions get the best of me. But I still meant every word.”

You sighed. “I do care about him, it’s just…” you paused. “I expected more, you know? I’ve gone to all of his big moments since we’ve been together. I’ve been to his stupid frat parties when I didn’t want to go just because he wanted me to be there. I’ve done my part; I don’t know what I did wrong for him to not do his.”

“Hey,” Bucky turned his attention to you. “You have done nothing wrong. He was irresponsible and that is not on you.”

“So why exactly are you telling me I should give him another chance?” you asked, avoiding the topic of your self-blame.

Bucky shook his head. “I dunno, I just don’t like seeing you sad. He’s a good guy, he made a mistake. I made lots of mistakes with you—”

“None that really hurt my feelings, though,” you cut him off.

“I know,” he agreed hesitantly. “But they were mistakes nonetheless, and you never held a grudge too long with me.” You giggled, making Bucky furrow his eyebrows. “What’s so funny, Y/l/n?”

“I don’t think anyone can hold a grudge against you for too long, Barnes,” you said as you raked your fingers through his hair to push it away from his face. “You’re you.”

“So I’ve heard,” Bucky responded, his conversation with Atlas after the seminar creeping into his thoughts. “Still, what I said still stands. Just talk to him.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

T W O W E E K S L A T E R

Studying for an exam was indeed the bane of your existence, but studying for an exam you thought you weren’t prepared for was by far a lot worse.

Forcing yourself not to get swallowed up in your schoolwork was starting to get really difficult, and your exam for your 6:30pm class had you up at 7am this morning to study.

The library was somehow even quieter in the early morning, the silence forcing you to play some music lowly through your headphones because it had started to make you uncomfortable.

Around 11am, you had been studying for 3 hours with appropriate breaks during the time span. As you were about to take another one, you saw a familiar face that’d only make you feel better.

“I’d say you look like shit when you’re stressed, but I would very much be lying,” Bucky joked quietly as he sat across from you.

You and Bucky were… different.

It’s odd to say that your relationship with each other has changed drastically in the span of two weeks, but you both felt that it was a lot less hurtful to be around each other. You invited the warm feeling.

After that night on the bench in front of the lake, you were a lot more open with each other. Cracking jokes about your previous relationship that would have left you crumbling in tears months prior.

It felt nice to have your best friend back.

“This test is slowly going to kill me, but I desperately need to eat,” you said as you closed your textbook and finished up the notes you were writing on your iPad.

“We can grab lunch, if you want?” Bucky offered, “I don’t have much going on today before my only class at 2:00.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you mentally questioned why he’d already be eager to leave the library if he had only just got here. “Did Nat put you up to this?”

Natasha had been on your heels revolving anything and everything in the last two weeks, not letting up on the Atlas situation either in the slightest.

“It’s not that serious, Nat, I promise,” you said.

“It’s hate sex, Y/n. Not even me and Steve would do such a thing.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “It’s not like it was planned, it just… happened.”

“With no conversation, not even a hint of him telling you why he didn’t show up to your presentation, and no sight of an authentic apology that doesn’t end with him in your pants. I mean, when did you all of a sudden decide to want him all up in your guts anyway?”

“Natasha Romanoff!” Natasha shut her mouth as soon as she went to retort. “He apologized. As a matter of fact, he won’t stop apologizing. I’d rather him put his energy into something else anyway.”

“Do you really think he’s sorry?”

“He’s just gonna have to show me over time. Bucky said it is his first fuck up,” you mentioned, not getting your conversation with Bucky out of your head.

“I cannot believe Bucky told you to give him another chance,” Natasha slid her jacket on. “That man is still in love with you.”

“Isn’t he seeing someone?”

“Aren’t you?” she rebutted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She winked before leaving your dorm without another word.

Chuckling slightly, Bucky pulled on the straps of his bookbag.

“She told me to find you,” he admitted. “Make sure you aren't drowning in this test. What’s it on anyway?”

“Different theories pertaining to the mind. I’m pretty well versed on who said what and their reasoning, but some of them are a bit confusing and the professor helped a bit, but he’s a philosopher through and through.”

You closed the case to your tablet before shoving everything in your bag.

“So we’re getting lunch?” Bucky raised his eyebrows as you exhaustingly zipped your bag up.

“We’re getting lunch.”

The dining hall was a bit across campus from the library, so you were glad you had Bucky as company. Your newfound dynamic brought you a sense of comfort with him you hadn’t had with him in a while—steps in the right direction to avoid the tension that’s been looming all semester.

Walking into the cafeteria, you and Bucky ordered and paid for your food before going into one of the booths, sitting across from each other. Bucky stared at you with a stifled laugh as you dug into your food, resulting in you glaring at him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you said, mouth half-full.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth or you’ll choke,” he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. “How’re you and Atlas?”

“Just going straight to the important questions, are we?” You retorted after swallowing.

“I’m just checking in.”

Shaking your head, you shrugged. “We’re… okay, I guess. He still hasn’t really confessed anything about flaking, but I also haven’t really asked.”

Bucky nodded. “Are you going to?”

You shrugged again. You weren’t sure if you wanted to open the possibility of another argument with Atlas, especially since you hadn’t had one since him ditching you. He seemed remorseful, trying to make up for it with time, but the thought of not knowing always bothered you in the back of your mind.

“Enough about me,” you said abruptly. “How are you and Sharon?”

It was Bucky’s turn to shrug. If he was being honest, he didn’t know how he felt about Sharon. She was a nice girl, but he wasn’t entirely positive that she’s 100% into him and vice versa.

“We have good moments; I just don’t know where it’s going.”

As you were about to reply, Natasha and Steve crashed the booth without warning.

“If it isn’t my two favorite people after Steve,” Natasha said as she scooted in next to you, giving you a side hug. “I’m glad we found you here.”

“What trick do you have up your sleeve, Nat?” you asked, knowing your roommate and best friend a little too well.

“I’m sure you know this already,” she leaned into you before turning her attention back to everyone at the table. “Party tonight at the frat house on Fulton. 9:00 PM sharp. We need a break now that midterms are finishing.”

“Sounds fun,” Bucky agreed. “I’m in. Y/n?”

“I’m not sure I have a choice with the redhead next to me,” you said, making Natasha giggle. “I will be late though, I have my last midterm for this class today and I’m taking every single second I can get to perfect it.”

“We shall meet you there then,” Natasha said before you all continued finishing your lunch.

1 0 : 0 0 P M

To Bucky’s surprise, this party had gotten live faster than he expected. A 9PM party usually meant everyone started pregaming at 9, showing up at around 11-12. But the amount of bodies within this house had him wishing he’d shown up later. It wasn’t like he had much of an option, with Natasha rushing everyone out at 9 to head over. He said it’d be best to wait for you to get back so you can all go together, but Nat had assured him you told her it was fine to meet her there.

On the bright side, Sam agreed to be the designated driver which meant he could actually drink for a change. He wasn’t a huge drinker, fancying his occasional whiskey, but he felt he hadn’t had a chance to let loose all semester. Bucky definitely wasn’t trying to get wasted, but he wanted the warmth of a few drinks that made him incapable of being trusted to drive.

Bucky couldn’t help but keep an eye out for your arrival, knowing how stressed you were about your test and even offering to study with you before and after his only class of the day. You had gotten a few texts from Atlas throughout, Bucky noting your frustration and overstimulation from everything and making you take a few breaks here and there, which you were grateful for.

Bucky knew Atlas was never going to be fully fond of him and his friendship with you, but he couldn’t really blame him. He knew he’d probably react the same way if he were in such a situation, but he also knew that he’d never purposely ruin your relationship. Atlas cared about you and you cared about him, which was enough to preserve in Bucky’s eyes.

You always caught a few longing glances from Bucky, but he was oblivious to it. You knew what was cycling through his head, as he did yours, but your current dynamic was going so well and neither of you wanted to go back to square one.

Bucky was on his fifth drink of the night when you walked in, begging him to make you the strongest drink possible without a greeting to precede it.

“How’d it go?” he asked you in your ear so you could hear him over the music, prepping his same drink for you, but with a bit more to take the edge off.

“It was fine, I’m just glad it’s over,” you sighed as you took the cup out of his hand within seconds of him handing it to you, downing the entire drink before demanding another.

“Slow down,” he warned before making you a second one.

“I need to get drunk tonight, Bucky, so you can help me by making sure no one fucks me up or I will go elsewhere,” you warned back playfully, and he could see you meant no harm when he handed you a second, third, and fourth. Soon enough, you had already passed him in drinks and he saw as you looked giggly already.

Atlas had walked up to the both of you, making Bucky look on his phone to avoid the awkwardness.

“I didn’t know you were here already,” Atlas pulled you into his arms, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Are you… drunk?”

You giggled in response. “I need another one,” you hiccuped before going back to Bucky, who was entertained with swiping aimlessly on his phone. “Barnes.” Bucky looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you took his phone out of his hand, shoving it in your bag. “Get off your phone, we’re here to have fun.”

“Your boyfriend’s here, Y/n, go have fun with him.”

Shaking your head, you grabbed him by the shoulders. “We’re all here to have fun, c’mon!” You pulled him forward, Bucky and Atlas both trying to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet. You ended up pulling Atlas into the mix as well, who was already more than uncomfortable.

Dancing in between the both of them, Natasha was giggling in the corner, earning her a hard glare from Bucky. He knew he wasn’t gonna live this one down, but he slipped away from your view once all of your attention was on Atlas instead of partially on him.

“That’s gonna be a messy conversation, huh?” Natasha asked as Bucky finished making his way over to her and Steve.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?”

“Atlas hasn’t had a drink all night and he looked like he’d rather crawl in a hole than dance with his girlfriend and her ex-boyfriend,” she watched as Atlas carried you upstairs, taking another sip of her drink. “Wonder how that’s gonna play out.”

Atlas was dying to get out of the crowd, taking you upstairs to his room which you happily accepted, throwing yourself on his bed after he put you down to lock the door. Another giggling fit came out of you, and Atlas sat next to where your lying body was on the bed.

“What’s so funny, Y/n?”

He didn’t sound too thrilled, having the notion that drunk actions were sober thoughts in the back of his mind. When you got here, you made your way to Bucky. Not him. That on top of the most awkward situation he’d been in with Bucky since he started dating you, he was starting to lose his patience a bit, but he knew he couldn’t bring it up while you were drunk.

“You’re funny,” you said with more giggles to follow. “You’re maaaad.” You sat up, a bit too quickly which Atlas noticed, holding you stable by the shoulders so you wouldn’t get dizzy and throw up. You stared at him and bopped his nose with your index finger, giggling again. “Don’t be mad, Atlas.”

“I’m not mad, Y/n,” he responded in a shy yet stern tone. “You should probably go to bed.”

“Mm, no,” you said with a quick head shake, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your torso. “I’m not tired.”

“You’re drunk,” he said, laying back as you fell on top of him. “Let’s go to bed, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” you pushed up off of him, straddling his lap. “And I don’t want to talk. There’s nothing to talk about.”

Atlas scoffed. “There’s a lot to talk about, Y/n.”

“Like what?”

“We’re not doing this right now, you’re drunk,” he said as he removed you off of his lap gently, placing you back on the bed. “Let’s just go to sleep.”

You shook your head, suddenly starting to feel your buzz get killed. “No, what is it that you want to talk about so bad?”

“I’m not doing this right now, okay?” he said, pulling one of his shirts for you to change into.

Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly got changed, getting into bed as he slid in behind you, knowing the following morning was going to be irritating.

And that it was.

Waking up slightly late, you were surprised you weren’t sporting a raging migraine from the previous night’s endeavors. Atlas was no longer in bed and the bass from the speakers downstairs blasting music long gone. You checked your phone, seeing a few texts from your friends who you left without a goodbye.

Bucky <3

Hey, everything all good?

We’re heading out in a bit. Not sure if you drove here or not if you want a ride back

I would assume your phone’s dead but all the messages are delivering

Nvm all good. Atlas just told us you went to bed. See you tomorrow loser

Future Russian Spy (Nat)

Where is your drunk ass at

Hoping you’re not getting laid again

Sleep is for the weak but I’m glad you’re resting. Let me know if you need a ride back tomorrow when u see this

You had driven to Atlas’s place, but given the fatigue you had, you texted Nat back asking for a ride. After doing so, you got out of bed, deciding it was best to take a hot shower and at least make yourself look human for the day. Atlas came back into the room after you were dressed and brushing your teeth with the spare toothbrush you’d left here the last time you slept over.

“I made breakfast,” he said, standing in the bathroom doorway.

“Not hungry,” you said, rinsing your mouth with water. “But thanks.”

You were pretty intoxicated last night, but definitely not blackout drunk to forget the impending comments from your boyfriend about whatever was bothering him. Not to mention, the last thing you were looking for was an argument at 11 in the morning after you just woke up.

“Can you please not be difficult right now?”

Stopping in your tracks as you were about to grab your jacket, you turned to face him. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

Atlas sighed. “I’m not arguing with you, Y/n.”

“I never said you were,” you rebutted. “You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.”

“Do you seriously not see that nothing is getting better between us? You were throwing yourself at Bucky right in front of me last night, and he has a girlfriend. You don’t even seem regretful.”

Scoffing, you rubbed your hands down your face. “I’m not repeating myself for the thousandth time to you, Atlas. You know how I feel about Bucky, and he and Sharon aren’t even dating.”

“You still love him.”

“I will always love him, that’s what you don’t get!” You yelled in frustration before exhaling deeply. “Bucky and I didn’t end on bad terms. We didn’t end because he cheated on me or I ruined his life. I will always have love for him, regardless of whether you think it’s platonic or romantic. I can’t just change that.”

“Well, you need to,” he replied flatly.

You chuckled. “You’re giving me an ultimatum?”

“Me or him, Y/n. I can’t play second-fiddle to Bucky Barnes anymore. It’s me in your life or him.”

“You can’t sit here and give me ultimatums like I’m constantly the one that’s doing you wrong.”

Atlas crossed his arms across his shoulders. “I knew this was going to come up eventually. You’re still mad at me.”

“I have never been mad, Atlas. I just wanted an answer. And that was so fucking difficult for you to give me.”

“Maybe you should ask your little ex-boyfriend what happened that day.”

“It’s always about Bucky with you,” you dejected. “I’m starting to think you’re the one that’s in love with him.”

“I’m serious, Y/n.”

Throwing your hands around in frustration, “What could Bucky possibly know abou–”

“He’s the one that told me to leave!” he interrupted you. When you simply stared at him without words, he continued. “I showed up. Bucky told me to leave. I fucked up the night before, I get that, but I was there. I made it after you walked in and Bucky told me to up and leave because I couldn’t support you in the state I was in. So if you need someone to be upset about, maybe start with him.”

Staring at him in disbelief, you scoffed again, shoving your jacket on your shoulders, checking your phone to see Natasha text you that she’s outside. “I’ll talk to you later, Atlas.”

“When you come back here, I want an answer.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you said, starting your day off with an immeasurable amount of frustration, which Natasha could feel radiating off of you as you got in the car angrily.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you slammed my door and ask what happened.”

Sighing to yourself to calm down, you leaned back in the car seat. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Fiddling with your fingers, Natasha was talking your head off but you could not hear her one bit. You know Bucky was mad about Atlas not showing up, but it wouldn’t make sense for him to sabotage you like that. Was he telling you to give Atlas another shot because he felt guilty? Did he not want to be the reason things fell out?

No, that wasn’t Bucky. He would never do such a thing.

Sighing to yourself, Natasha snapped you out of your thoughts in the middle of the diner you were seated at having breakfast food at 1pm.

“Are you even listening? What’s got you so distant since I picked you up?”

“Are we seeing Bucky at any point today?” you avoided her question.

“I told you he’s meeting us here with Steve. What’s going on?”

Knowing how Natasha feels about Atlas, you decided to wait until Bucky made it before jumping to any conclusions, assuring her that it was no big deal. It’d be better to hear it straight from Bucky than being mad at anyone over anything yet, and you knew Bucky would tell you the truth.

At least that’s what you’d hoped.

Almost as if on cue, Bucky and Steve walked into the diner, looking around before Bucky spotted you with a smile, tapping Steve to draw his attention in the same direction. You half-smiled back, but Bucky knew something was off. As the boys made their way over, Bucky sat next to you in the booth, looking over at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, making you shake your head.

“We didn’t order for you guys not knowing what you guys wanted,” you said as you slid both of them the menu, leaving Bucky confused while Steve was excited.

“Bucky and I have been thinking about bacon since we left the dorm,” Steve chatted looking at both you and his best friend, which you returned, but Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Buck?”

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Bucky asked you again, Steve diverting his attention towards you.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out for the past two hours,” Natasha interjected, and everyone at the table was now staring at you.

You sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap, biting down on your bottom lip. “I don’t know.”

“Did that asshole do something again?” Natasha asked, clearly starting to get riled up. “I swear to G—”

“Nat,” Bucky cut her off sternly, giving her a glare. He knew you were nervous about something and anyone getting angry would just make it worse.

He always knew how to read you.

“Did something happen after we left? This morning?” he asked softly while Steve ordered for himself and Bucky.

“He told me it was you, Buck,” you responded hesitantly, causing Bucky to shake his head in confusion. “The presentation. Him not showing up. He said you told him to leave when he got there. Before you walked in?”

Shaking his head again, Bucky was now annoyed. “Bullshit.”

“Bullshit?”

“He showed up during Banner’s slot, Y/n. Yeah, I told him to leave, and if that was wrong on my part, I’m sorry, but I would never force him to leave if he actually showed up on time.”

“That and he smelled like a bad liquor store,” Steve added.

“He was only going to make things worse. I’m sorry for telling him he should leave but—”

“No.”

“No?” Bucky questioned your interruption, not quite catching on.

“You’re not apologizing. You did what you thought was best, and he lied to me about it again anyway.”

Feeling defeated, you urged everyone to move on. Bucky felt bad that you had to find out in such a way, and the urge he got to beat Atlas’s ass was even stronger than it was the day everything happened.

After you all ate, you went back to the dorm and relaxed for a bit before asking Natasha to give you a ride to get your car at Atlas’s house. The gang all asked to meet up at Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s dorm for drinks and games, so you told Natasha you’d meet her there.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” she asked for the second time that night.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna get my car and go,” you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door. “I’ll see you at the boys’ place, okay?”

Nat nodded before watching you walk towards your car and driving off. Unlocking the vehicle, you saw Atlas rushing out of the front door from your peripherals.

“You weren’t even gonna come inside?” he said as he walked up next to you.

“Don’t think picking up my car requires me to go inside, does it?” you retorted with an attitude, not really wanting to talk.

“You know why I’m asking.”

“Well, I wouldn’t think it’d matter considering Bucky has no involvement in the reason why I’m breaking up with you, Atlas.”

Stunned, Atlas stared at you incredulously.

“Cat got your tongue? Or are you coming up with some other lie you think I won’t find out about?”

“Y/n—”

“Save it. We’re done. If you think I’m choosing Bucky over you, then maybe I am,” you cut him off, tears filling up your eyes. “Now that I think of it, I’d choose him over you every single time, Atlas. He’s never lied to me, never treated me like I was less than him, and he sure as hell would never make me pick between him and someone else that he knows I care about. I’m over it, I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”

Getting inside of your car, Atlas decided not to say a word as he watched you pull out of his driveway and drive off. He definitely had other ideas in mind.

Meanwhile, you were trying to gain your composure as you made it back to campus and to the boys’ dorm. You managed to get yourself to stop crying but given the amount of it you just did, you knew it was evident on your face.

Even though it might be the worst option at this given moment, you wanted nothing but to jump into Bucky’s arms. You wanted his hugs back, you wanted to feel his warmth again.

You wanted him back. You knew it was dumb to even think of, but you couldn’t help it. All of your emotions were crashing down on you and you finally knew why everything was weighing so heavy on your shoulders for the past few months.

You never wanted to move on. It was foolish to even think of doing, let alone actually doing it. Bucky was always going to be it for you. It’s him. It’s always going to be him.

But much to your demise after opening the door to the boys’ dorm, you walked in to see everyone in the living room.

Including Sharon.

Everyone looked up at you, seeing your face and immediately asking what happened.

Again, including Sharon.

“Um– sorry, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill or anything, I just—”

“You’re not,” Sharon spoke up again, and you couldn’t help but notice her hand on Bucky’s thigh while she spoke. “We weren’t talking about much, just some updates on everyone. Right?”

Everyone agreed.

“Updates?”

“Yes, like Barnes here making it official with Sharon,” Thor added eagerly.

You looked back at Bucky, who suddenly looked like he wanted to throw up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, not wanting to talk about the bombshell news that just got dropped on you.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” you shook your head. “Don’t worry, I just got into a heated argument with my mom is all. Um, I actually forgot something in my room that I should grab so I’ll be back.”

Natasha knew your excuse for leaving was full of shit the second you walked back out the door, telling everyone she was going to check on you. She walked downstairs to see you sobbing to yourself in your car, thankful you didn’t drive off yet.

Opening the passenger door and getting inside, Natasha pulled you into her embrace.

“I know it wasn’t some argument with your mom that got you like this, so what happened with Atlas?” Natasha asked right away, knowing you weren’t calming down anytime soon unless she knew how to help.

“I broke up with him.”

Well, she wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“Oh,” she said, rubbing your back up and down. “I’m sorry—”

“For Bucky.”

Or that. She definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“Oh.”

“I’m such an idiot, Nat,” you sobbed into her shoulders. “I just broke up with him and now Bucky’s with Sharon and I can’t tell him that I broke up with Atlas because he’s gonna ask why and I—”

“Hey, hey,” she lifted your face in her hands to look at her while you cried. “We’re gonna figure it out, alright? You’re gonna be fine.”

You nodded, even if you weren’t fully convinced. But little did you know, everything was about to bite you in the ass.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction

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theboarsbride · 9 months

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Also!

Which character has changed the most since your first draft of them, and how?

(God sorry for sending so many questions)

(OMG NO WORRIES I LOVE THESE KINDS OF QUESTIONS PLS KEEP SENDING THEM-)

But OH MY GOD!!!!! E D G A R. Edgar from The Monster and the Butterfly is the character that I feel has changed the most since the very VERY first draft of this story. Both in design and character! He and Sophie are some of my oldest OCs, with their story existing in some way shape or form for about 10 years when I first started writing in middle school!

Be prepared for a long post because omg I love rambling about the evolution of characters and stories, I hope you don't mind!!

Also I got excited about this ask so I included a rough visual of Edgar's previous designs:

Starting in 2014 he (or rather she) was Ophelia, a witch that cursed herself with a rogue spell, and her 'beauty' counterpart was a boy named Samael that was sacrificed to her by a witch cult lol. It was very cringe, very much 2010s Wattpad content (i mean...the story literally started with Samael waking up to his alarm and mom waking him up for school)... and I distinctly remember calling this story "Beautiful Beast" because I thought I was being very original with a female beast x male beauty story lmfao (i was not)

Then around that same time I discovered The Phantom of the Opera...meaning that Edgar was going to become a poorly done carbon copy of the Phantom lol. He was like this for about a year, and across the board he was a dragon shifter for some reason? I cannot remember why lol...and also I remember in these versions of the story he had a brother named Lazarus who's FC was Robby Benson, and his 'beauty' in this version was named Kristine and she had a son (???????). Again, very 2010s Wattpad cringe, very much plagiarized Phantom X Christine fanfic (i'm very sorry)

It was around 2016 when I discovered the movie Panna a Netvor/Beauty and the Beast (1979), a very gaudy, atmospheric Gothic horror retelling of the fairytale from then Czechoslovakia. I was OBSESSED With it (and still am!) so I wanted to create a bird-like beast like in the movie. At the same time I was also obsessed with stuff like Black Butler and Penny Dreadful so I was inspired to change this story set in Victorian Era London. But this version of Edgar was VERY horrible and very much made it a tragic horror story rather than Gothic romance. He was the one behind the Jack the Ripper murders, drinking the blood of woman to satiate himself, and had very poorly-written schizophrenia as he was 'haunted' by his dead mom. I did away with this idea around the time of the pandemic because I found the idea insensitive and overly-edgy. But nonetheless this was where TMATB as we know it came to be: Gothic romantic setting in late Victorian era London with a bird-themed beast and a main female character who was into gardening in some capacity.

Then story started becoming more romantic, Edgar went through another design change to now be a fleshy vulture-thing, and was now becoming a sympathetic, gentle beast who loved reading and ornithology. Still I wasn't satisfied in terms of his design tho.

So then around 2020, after wanting inspiration to create a more humanoid-looking beast (and getting such inspiration from Brad Dourif as Grima Wormtongue in the LOTR films and Danny DeVito as The Penguin in Tim Burton's Batman Returns), Edgar's design became this:

While remaining a romantic hero, his role has become the more feminine one in the romance: he is the one needing saving, he is the one often in distress, he reads romances often intended for women, he's a very passive romantic role, etc. Also, his character is now heavily inspired by historical figures like Joseph Merrick (a.k.a. The Elephant Man) and Quasimodo from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, so now he's a gentle, well-read, kind-hearted, traumatized emotional basket case we all love today!

I hope this is a satisfactory answer omg so sorry for the long ramble of a post!!

#WIP : the monster and the butterfly #jojo rambles #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast retelling

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lost-inthedream · 10 months

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Jun from A to Z

That nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Park Junhee x female reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He becomes a softie right after he orgasms, playing with your hair (which is damp with sweat) and smiling at you. Anyways, Jun suggests a shower together after a few minutes and wants to talk in the bathroom.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, it's his face. I wouldn't say he is smug but he knows how handsome he is. His smile is a fatal charm.

On you, it's either your neck or your butt. He can't decide. He is often smelling your neck, it's like his face was made to fit onto its soft curve. But your butt also looks amazing. He uses to say it's appetizing oops

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your butt when he rails you from behind and inside when you all go for it in another position.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sometimes considers sharing you with a friend or being shared omg.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has quite a lot of experience because he can't say no to pretty girls.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary with your legs on his shoulders or reverse cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Come on, Jun is a clown. He loves it when he does something dumb such as losing balance and you laugh with him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He definitely has hair down there, sometimes more than you expect.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not really romantic when he is in a mood. He gets too energetic and reckless, he's not the type to say "I love you" while he is inside you but he definitely will do it afterward.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it often because he is a horny person. Usually in the shower, so when he is not singing there, you should suspect.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top three:

Biting (giving and receiving)

Choking (giving and receiving)

Pet play (either role)

L = Location (favorite places)

in the comfort of the bedroom or on the table before dinner.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Junhee is turned on by visual stimulation: you wearing revealing clothing for him, sending provocative selfies, purposely licking your fingers soaked with sauce in front of him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can't take degradation well. It makes him feel ridiculous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving: the way you look up at him as he feels so lucky is priceless. He enjoys taking a fistful of your hair too.

It doesn't mean his tongue skills are weak nonetheless. He gives a quite decent head. Stays down on you for a while especially if you stroke his head.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Junhee is pretty rough and fast when he dominates. However, he loves it when you take control and fuck him slowly while pinning him down on the mattress. Girl, just pierce his soul with your gaze while he is inside and he will stay quiet in anticipation (maybe cursing a bit but otherwise he'll be a good puppy)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's frequently craving quickies because he enjoys them so much! Fast, passionate sex simply put him in a good mood to do anything. He uses to suggest it before going out.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is down to whatever. If his babe wants something new she's getting it.

He also can take the risk of being caught as long it is minimal. I mean, he's okay if you get heard but not if you get spotted in the act. He can be possessive about your body so he hates the idea of anyone seeing you naked.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He fucks fast hence he can go for many rounds. Absolutely LOVES having his soft dick sucked to life again so he can fuck you one more time quickly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes!! He is attracted to vibrators so he have at least 3. Jun often lets you use them on him so you know where to find his toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease much, boy is eager himself so he won't make you wait much. He starts kissing you more deeply and his hands don't take much to force your clothes off.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is so freaking loud. Your neighbors probably talk about him because sometimes he goes overboard. You might have gagged him one time because you got ashamed. Anyways his moans and whimpers are adorable.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jun likes to be guided towards your bedroom when he's playing your puppy. You don't need a leash, just grab his shaft and start walking him down the corridor.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's a bit longer than average when it's hard, average thickness. It looks smooth at first but there's a vein on the underside. It's slightly tanned too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

4 days a week when you are in the beginning of your relationship. It decreases after some time but sex remains pretty frequent between you two.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes a good half-hour to doze off because he wants to talk and cuddle. It might ge a monolog though, he doesn't mind if you don't know what to say. He speaks surprisingly low after sex, so he might accidentally lull you.

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Check the tag smut alphabet for more alphabets like this.

Don't forget to like it. leave a comment/ask if you feel like it, that will make me really content. Thank you for reading it!

#a.c.e smut #a.c.e scenarios #a.c.e imagines #jun scenarios #jun smut #smut alphabet

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moonknightly · 2 years

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what a shame : one

marc spector x reader, eventual steven grant x reader

an au in which marc is a creative writing professor who doesn’t think love exists outside of words on a page *:･ﾟ✧:*

word count: 2.2k

warnings: rough sex, choking/breath play, blood kink, other mentions of blood, age gap, p in v sex, uhhhh i probably said a bad word somewhere idk

author’s note: i was originally working on this series for poe, but...surprise? lmfao

[ s e r i e s m a s t e r l i s t ]

It’s not the kind of meeting you’re going to tell your kids about. No, not at all.

It’s a quick glance across a crowded bar, eyes immediately locking with the other’s and it’s anything but love at first sight. It’s quick, it’s dirty, and it’s dark — he has the kind of eyes you could imagine yourself getting lost in, not because you’re head over heels for the man but because you can already feel how they’ll burn as you stare into them from underneath him, his hips moving against yours and his tongue licking sweat from your collarbone.

No, it’s definitely not love at first sight.

It’s a distraction. Entangling yourself with him seems like an open invitation for distraction and you’d be lying to yourself if you said it wasn’t one that you needed, one that you craved.

And apparently he’s in need of a distraction as well, because it doesn’t take him very long at all to wag his finger at you, beckoning you closer. You know he’s looking directly at you, asking for you and not one of the girls to your left or even behind you but you still tilt your head, anxiety rooting you to your spot as you question him — you just need to be sure. Absolutely, completely one hundred percent sure.

He nods at the confusion clear on your face, curling his finger a second time as his smirk deepens, making your insides twist and turn.

He’s sure, so you guess that means you’re sure.

Professor Spector gets to call the shots here, because he’s the one with everything on the line — his job, his life, his future, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Even if he doesn’t know that come Monday, you’ll be sitting amongst the rest of his class in an overcrowded lecture hall. Even when you know that that’s exactly where you’ll be.

And you think that maybe you should tell him. Maybe he should know that he’s looking at a future student in a way that is so sinful, you can feel the heat of his gaze working deep in the pit of your stomach and twisting up into your veins.

You should tell him. He deserves to know exactly what he’s getting into as he buys you a drink and sets his hand on your thigh, but you won’t tell him. You can’t.

You need this distraction, you need it more than you need to take his class, more than you need any chance at a future professional relationship with him. You need it. The mess you’re about to make can wait for Monday. Tonight, you’re just a guy and a girl in a bar and you think that's alright.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his lips by your ear so you can hear him over the sound of the music and chatter blaring throughout the bar.

You tell him, and you wonder if he even listens. You’re not sure he does, but it doesn’t matter. Not really.

He smiles politely nonetheless, his eyes still holding yours, trapping you there like you wouldn’t stay on your own accord.

“Marc.”

You almost slip up and tell him you know, but you only smile in return, reaching for your drink as soon as it’s placed in front of you. A margarita. Your drink of choice. It takes you by surprise, but before you can ask, Marc answers.

“I could see you drinking one before. Just figured you’d want another.”

Right. You can see your glass on the counter, still half full with the drink you’d abandoned for him.

“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling the heat in your stomach move to your cheeks. You reach forward and take a sip, hoping the additional alcohol will help calm your nerves. They’re so evident, even Marc can sense them — it doesn’t take much effort on his part at all but neither of you seem to notice how easy it is, or if you do, you don’t think about it. You just write it off to you being painfully obvious.

“You don’t do this very often, do you?”

You set your glass back on the counter, clearing your throat to give yourself another second to try and settle the nerves compiling in your fingertips.

“Do what exactly?”

Marc tilts his head, his smirk twitching into a small smile. He shrugs first, then speaks again.

“Let a stranger buy you a drink.”

Is that all the night would bring?

“That obvious?”

He shakes his head, and for the first time since your eyes met, he looks away and chuckles to himself. “Not really. You just seem a little out of your element is all.”

His words don’t really bother you, you know you’re completely out of your element. He’s right, you didn’t do this very often at all but you just shrug.

“I don’t really do bars.”

He tilts his head again, showing you that it’s a common mannerism for him. “So what are you doin’ out at one then, huh?”

“Some person way smarter than I am once said stepping out of your comfort zone can be a good thing.”

Marc smiles again, nodding slowly as he considers your words and lets them sink in, scrunching his nose. “I personally think it’s always a good thing.”

The conversation flows easily as you listen to him explain his view point, and you can’t help but think that if he talks about writing the same way he’s talking about testing his boundaries, his class will be your favorite. He’s passionate, enthusiastic, not just in his words but in the way he kisses too — that’s your first thought after he gets you back to his place and pins you against the door.

His lips are chapped, rough like his hands but you don’t care. You don’t care at all.

Because you’re sure nothing has ever felt so good as those rough, calloused hands gripping your hips so hard that you know you’ll find bruises in the morning.

“Is this okay?” he mumbles against you. It’s a little redundant, considering he’d kissed you before he asked and that you aren’t even attempting to hide the desperation behind your lips, but you still appreciate it nonetheless.

“More than.”

He takes your words as a hint to push forward, and the next thing you know you're sitting on top of his kitchen island with his firm body between your thighs. His lips stay locked with yours for so long you can’t help but gasp for air when he finally pulls away to trail them down your neck. The stubble along his jaw makes you shiver, and you start wondering what it’ll feel like between your legs, if it’ll tickle or if it’ll burn.

You hope the latter. He’s already showing you that there’s pleasure in the pain he’s causing. It’s subtle, he doesn’t want to push too far too soon, but he bites and he nips and he smacks your cheek when he asks you a question that you don’t hear the first time.

“I said, tell me what you want sweetheart.”

The slap doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t even sting really. It’s just enough to get you wanting more.

“You.”

He chuckles at your response, he can’t help it. It’s so cute and innocent, so broad.

“What do you want from me, hm? My lips, my fingers...something else?”

You whimper at the suggestion, unable to do anything but nod your head. Marc doesn’t like that.

“Use your words babe or you’re not gonna get shit.”

“Something else,” you answer immediately, the prospect of getting nothing too much. “I...fuck, I want your cock.”

He chuckles again, but it’s darker this time, and so are his eyes. “We’ve got time to work up to that sweetheart. We’ve got all night if you want.”

You perk up at his words, it’s obvious in the gleam in your eyes and how you sit up just a little bit straighter.

“Just tonight though. Understand?”

And that makes you falter, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed. He pulls back, giving you the space to dip if that’s what you want to do.

“I don’t do repeats. Makes shit complicated and I’d just rather not deal with any of it,” he shrugs, and you can’t quite place the emotion on his face. It’s not exactly nonchalance, but it also doesn’t seem like he one hundred percent doesn’t care. It’s odd.

“I’m clean though, m’promise,” he says after you hesitate, holding his hands up.

You consider it for a moment — after he learns who you are, he’d never want to go for round two anyways. “Fine by me.”

“Good,” he says simply, pulling you back to his lips in a kiss that’s even harder than the first.

It doesn’t occur to you that you’re really about to do this until a half hour later, when your naked back finally meets cool marble, sending a shiver down your spine almost as violent as the one his fingertips sent across your skin.

He’s made you come twice already, once on his fingers and once on his tongue, and as he takes his cock out from his jeans you wonder how many more he’ll give you before he lets you go for the night. The fire in his eyes suggests that he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Marc pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, keeping his eyes locked on yours while he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, nudging at your clit a few times just to tease you. You’re still so sensitive from your last orgasm, you can’t help but try to back away and he only holds you tighter.

“Stay still for me, come on. Be a good girl.”

You want to oblige him, you want to be a good girl and listen but when he presses against your entrance, you can’t help but squirm — he’s so big, the stretch is so delicious but you’re not entirely sure he’ll fit.

His eyes flutter down to your pussy, spread and glistening for him, and you think that maybe he has the same thought but then he’s pushing into you with such reckless abandon, you’re positive that he wasn’t worried. He was just getting off on the thought of breaking your cunt, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as turned on by the idea.

The moan that escapes you when he bottoms out is the most desperate sound you’ve ever heard, somehow more erotic than any porn. The sound makes Marc’s cock twitch, and he has to hold himself still for a moment, his eyes closing and adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Finally, he relaxes, bringing his hand to your throat. He uses the leverage over you to start his pace, finding a rhythm that’s slow and hard and makes you see stars every time he hits a certain spot inside of you.

And once he finds it, when he sees your face twist up in pleasure, he’s relentless. His hips pick up speed and you’re almost dizzy from the pleasure, your nails dragging down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

“Harder,” he grunts, squeezing down on your neck just a bit. “Fuck, scratch me harder.”

If you do, you know he’ll bleed, there’s no way he won’t but the feral look in his eye tells you that that’s what he wants. You do it again and again and again, thrilled with every noise you’re able to pull from him, but nothing sounds as good as when you come together — you’d been ready for several minutes, but he’d forced you to hold it and wait for him. He wanted to feel you squeeze around him while he pumped his come into you.

The rest of the night continued similarly — he took you on his couch, on his balcony, over the counter instead of on top of it, but he never once offered to take you to his bed.

Not that you really thought about it, it didn’t mean anything. It was nothing more than a one night stand, of course it didn’t matter where he fucked you or how he fucked you.

It still didn’t matter when you made it back to your dorm for the night, after a quick “that was fun” and a thanks that made you feel more awkward than anything. It didn’t matter when you changed into your pajamas and noticed a little pool of red in your panties, or when you laid down in your bed and could still feel him in the pit of your stomach.

It didn’t matter. None of it did.

At least until Monday.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight

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hyuckieslove · 11 months

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nct ot23 as unhinged things my friends have said pt.2

author's note - this is me reappearing after my 65686848th hiatus so thank yall for dealing with me <33 plus credits to @inthekpopland for the header!

taeil: is it wrong to want to be asphyxiated in a sexual and morbid manner????

johnny: yee haw gay people

taeyong: i may or may not piss you off so you later choke me and to then tell you im into that and piss you off further but at that point i just watch you struggle, because thats what best friends do <3

yuta: the only reason i feel like shit is because i am the shit. and maybe the antidepressants.

doyoung: "DONT SEXUALIZE HIM" WTF HE WAS BORN FROM A PENIS DOODLE

kun: no, we are not going to tie soggy oreos to a stick and make xiaojun give us piggyback rides as he hopelessly chases the oreo.

ten: I AM CUPID BITCH I CAN AND WILL GET YOU MARRIED TO THAT HOT GAY DUDE BECAUSE HE IS DEFINITELY HOT AND GAY AND YOU ARE HOT AND GAY AND 2 + 2 IS 1 ARE YOU QUESTIONING MY MATCHMAKING CAPABILITIES???

jaehyun: *unironically* C'mere you omega tiny UwU baby gorl, u lokkin submissive and breedable, scrumpdidallyumptious, delectable, moist, baby UwU Werwolf

winwin: scare the children janice

jungwoo: guys i learned a new english word!! e r e c t i l e d y s f u n c t i o n. johnny said it's a type of dinosaur!

mark: what happens when an asexual gets a boner? do they just start crying?? i need answers people.

xiaojun: *asked a question but doyoung and ten started arguing* the lesbian council is conferring

lucas: OLAF WAS STARING AT MY FUCKIN TITS AND I BLINDFOLEDE HIM AND HE TOOK IT OFF AND IT WAS 2 AM AND-

hendery: like once i had a stuffed animal from build a bear and neutered it at home and took out its hear and then put another stuffed animal inside it and pretended it was pregnant and made it have an emergency c section but the mom dies and then the father resented the child for killing his wife. on a totally unrelated not, my parents desperately needed to put safety controls on my i-pad.

renjun: *to yangyang* YOU SAID YOU WOULD SUCK OFF A TESLA (THE FUCKING CAR FOR FUCKS SAKES) AND "NOM NOM MY CAT" IN THE SPAN OF 20 MINUTES. MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT THERE YOU DENSE MORON

jeno: *banana was thrown at him in a questionable alley* this is the way i die :) but its ok because we are surrounded by feral (?) cat, cats nonetheless

haechan: *makes typo and is being flamed for it in the gc* english isnt my first language you fucking racists *is a native english speaker*

jaemin:*encounters slight inconvenience* its gay people month. go to jail. meanies.

yangyang: CAN WE TIE SOGGY OREOS TO A STICK AND MAKE XIAOJUN GIVE US PIGGY BACK RIDES AS HE HOPELESSY CHASES THE OREO

shotaro: yall why is chatgpt being so nice to me :( i am getting emotionally attached help me 😭

sungchan: im raviolonely :(

chenle: AND WHOS TO SAY IM NOT AN INSANELY SMART YET DUMB 5 YEAR OLD *seconds later* ha embezzlement haha

jisung: *in a card to old people* have a nice day! dont get lice

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loracarol · 2 years

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(this is not meant as salt for the people who do like the idea of evil!Emmett or to cause drama, I just got this in my head and it wouldn't leave.)

Emmett is (1) very strong, (2) good at battling with Pokemon and (3) is probably in an emotionally vulnerable state so a bunch of Pokemon Bad Guys try and convince him to join their group

and somehow, in a comedy of errors fashion, every single one of them fail m i s e r a b l y

Workers start to bet, not on if Emmett will defeat people, but how long it will take. Winner buys lunch.

Someone giving this long flowery speech about Truth and Ideals and Getting His Brother Back and Joining Their MLM, Definitely Not Evil Group only to be hit with, "no."

The minion is crying to their buddies afterwards because they practiced dammit and didn't even get the courtesy of a longer rejection.

Emmett never hurts anyone, but one person ends up in the hospital nonetheless; they tried pulling the "wouldn't your brother be ashamed of you if he knew you had ways to help him and you didn't take any of them?" Before Emmett could respond, everyone turned to the minion and glared, and the minion immediately panicked and decided that a Quick Exit was in order and the managed to trip down the stairs.

Legitimately - Emmett never does anything beyond pokemon fights/words; that's the joke

Like, the one time he has red stains on his outfit it's because he ended up helping out a hurt pokemon/child (do pokemon have blood??) or it's spaghetti sauce or something really stupid but all the minions that day get it in their heads that he's Going To Hurt Them

I just think it'd be really funny if Emmett was given every resource to be The Bad Guy and he just "No. :D"

#submas #no shade meant!!#this stupid idea just wouldn't leave me alone!#submas emmet

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thetavolution · 26 days

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OC Meme

Paloma Silkflower

B A S I C S

- Full name: Paloma Silkflower - Gender: Female - Sexuality: Pansexual - Pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R

- Family: -> Father: Unknown. She has no idea who her father. -> Mother: Veera. She was a drow cleric from Buiyrandyn. She fled for the surface after Paloma was born, but not much is known about her. She died when Paloma was two from the plague. -> Adopted Younger Sister: Lamia Ambler. She's a changeling rogue who grew up in the same orphanage as Paloma. Paloma took on the role of older sister to her and they're still close. Paloma doesn't approve of Lamia's thieving lifestyle, but she loves her nonetheless. Lamia is the weird aunt to her kids. -> Children: Orianna, Lucan, and Meriele. Orianna is the eldest at 12. She's awkward and creative. She's already acting a lot like her mother in terms of taking her big sister status seriously. Lucan is the middle child at 10. He has a big heart, but like every other 10-year-old on the planet, he's absolutely unhinged. He's a pretty sensitive kid who would be eaten alive in traditional drow society. Meriele is the youngest at 9. Meriele is deaf and communicates through sign language. She's often underestimated and uses it to her advantage. She loves animals and will probably grow up to be a druid just to be with them all day. They're certainly better than most people. -> Ex-Lover: Belgos was a drow ranger who fathered Paloma's children. She doesn't talk about him much these days. He wanted to be a dad until one day he didn't, leaving her alone with the kids. He most likely returned to the Underdark. -Birthplace: She was born in the Underdark, but she doesn't know where. She was actually from Buiyrandyn, a Drow settlement that was known for rejecting Lolth. It was destroyed by mind flayers. - Job: Monk - Phobias: It's not officially a phobia, but she's terrified of anything bad hurting her family, and she's scared of being a bad mom. She's terrified of not being needed. Her actual phobia would be claustrophobia. - Guilty pleasures: She considers staying home to read while curled up with snacks to be a guilty pleasure. For her, just taking a day off makes her feel guilty. She would consider afternoon naps to be a guilty pleasure, too. - Hobbies: Spending time with her children, meditating, martial arts training, being out in nature, nature walks, adventuring, and reading.

M O R A L S

- Alignment: Neutral Good - Sins: Pride, Bossiness(?), Wrath, and Lust - Virtues: Responsible, Protective, Determined, and Patience

T H I S O R T H A T

- Introvert / Extrovert - Organized / Disorganized - Close-minded / Open-minded - Calm / Anxious / Restless - Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between - Cautious / Reckless / In between - Patient / Impatient / In between - Outspoken / Reserved / In between - Leader / Follower / Flexible - Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between - Optimist / Pessimist / Realist - Traditional / Modern / In between - Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

- OTP: In game, I have her romancing Astarion and Halsin. - Acceptable Ships: Shadowheart/Paloma. Gale/Paloma. And I'm always open to people shipping their OC/Tav with her. - OT3: In game, Astarion/Paloma/Halsin. Outside of that, I'm open to whatever makes sense for her. - Brotp: -> Shadowheart — She respects Shadowheart's need for privacy which brings them closer together. Shadowheart trusts her simply because she doesn't pry. -> Jaheira — She doesn't see eye to eye with Jaheira on how she raises her kids, exactly, but they get each other. They can talk to each other about things almost no one else in the group can. She also appreciates Jaheira's sense of humor. - Notp: I can't think of one. I usually just steer clear of the more problematic ships, personally. Maybe Minthara/Paloma?

tagging: Anyone interested!

#bg3 tav #bg3 oc #tav oc #my tav #Paloma #Paloma Silkflower

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sacredasexual · 27 days

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Age Regressor Alphabet Headcanons with (Age Regressor)Inosuke!

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(Invented by me!)

A - Affection: Yes! He's extremely affectionate and always wants hugs.

B - Bath time: He absolutely LOVES bath time. Sometimes its a struggle to get him out.

C - Clothing: Pastel colored clothing that's soft or silky. He really loves getting his hair done and having cute hairpins in his hair.

D - Diapers: Yes. They help him feel little and helps him stay in his little space.

E - Express: He is very good at expressing how he feels when he's regressed, surprisingly.

F - Favorite: Food: Apple Slices or DIno Nuggets | Drink: Apple Juice | Toy: Blue shark stuffie | Show: Paw Patrol

G - Giggles: He laughs and giggles a lot even if it's just a simple word he finds funny (If you really wanna make him laugh just blow a raspberry on his tummy)

H - Happy?: He's very easy to please and gets happy at lots of things

I - Items for Comfort: His yellow sunflower pacifier and his blue shark stuffie that he named "Mr. Sharkie"

J - Jealous: YES. He wants all attention for himself and he'll get fussy when he doesn't get attention right when he wants it

K - Kisses: He loves forehead and cheek kisses, he might cry if you forget to give him one

L - Little Age: 1 to 3 years old

M - Mischievous - At times, but its never something extreme like hitting or throwing tantrums, he just likes to play

N - Nicknames: His favorites is "Little Sweetheart" and "Little Devil". But he also likes to be called Sweetie, Sweetheart, Sweet pea, and Angel

O - Ouchies: Surprisingly he doesn't get them too much, but when he does he cries a lot even if it's just a little cut

P - Pouty: VERY! He'll pout a lot even if nothing is wrong and just wants attention

Q - Quiet: Only during Naptime. Any other time he's loud and very energetic, but he's a good boy nonetheless

R - Rage: Surprisingly, opposed to how he is normally, he doesn't get angry that much when he's little. Only if he's being mistreated, but if you're treating him right, he never really gets angry

S - Stuffie(s): A Blue Shark Squish mellow he named "Mr Sharkie" (As stated earlier)

T - Tantrums: He doesn't throw tantrums all the time. But when he does it's usually because hes experiencing emotions and feelings he doesn't know how to properly express instead of him just being a brat

U - Uppies: He loves being picked up. No matter when or where, if he's little he'll be begging to be picked up

V - Verbal: He can talk, but most of his words are in baby talking (Ex, Hello = "Hewo" and Please = "Pwese")

W - Weeping: He cries A LOT. Something he doesn't like? He cries. A bad dream? He cries. He just wants attention? HE CRIES!

X - X...tra?: Despite his need to be constantly looked after, reassured and affection, he's a good sweet boy nonetheless

Y - Yummies: He loves fruits of any kind, his favorite being apples. He also really loves those crackers that you can dip in cheese.

Z - Zzz: He resists Nap time almost all the time, He'll need convincing with extra playtime in order to get him to take a nap.

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#inosuke agere #demon slayer agere #inosuke x reader #anime #demon slayer inosuke #kny

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nhstadler · 2 years

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A/N: I hope you’re up for some moody James S. P.. I actually wrote this bit before I wrote the scene in James’s bedroom on New Year’s Eve. I needed to figure out his motivation and thoughts and I can only do that by writing stuff down.

I did make some adjustments because there were some things in there that would have been spoilers for the main story. It’s a bit messy but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. (This takes place at the end of chapter 26)

W H I T E S A N D G R E Y S A N D P A L E B L U E S

The glass is cold against my skin. It’s not exactly pleasant, but there is some comfort in it; in the blur of whites and greys and pale blues that passes by the window, like one of those depressing oil paintings Aunt Hermione spends hours in front at the British Museum. I watch the colours bleed into each other as the train picks up speed, taking us through mountains and valleys and forests - through the middle of nowhere.

I’m not used to this; to having no control over myself - over whatever it is that she’s doing to me - and it’s absolutely terrifying. I fell off my broom once when I was thirteen, practising the surf-jump in our backyard, and I remember that, even as I knew I was going to hit the ground and that it was going to hurt, I wasn’t afraid.

I broke four bones and Lilly was crying and Mum was shouting and Dad was freaking out and I still wasn’t afraid. But Seth Woodley scares the shit out of me.

Maybe it’s a good thing that she hates me now.

“Yo, James!”

A paper ball hits my chest and I turn my head away from the window, letting it fall against the upholstered backrest. We’re only one hour into the journey and our compartment is already a mess; bits of crisps and wrapping papers coat the floor and a random snitch is hovering above our heads, thunking stupidly against the glass in regular intervals like it might yet escape. It’s annoying and I wonder how Augustus can sleep like this. He has rolled up into a tight ball in the corner as soon as we were out of London, only stirring occasionally to pull up his coat which he has draped over himself like a make-shift blanket.

“So?” Benji asks like I’m supposed to know what he’s talking about, and I frown at him as I try to pretend that I haven’t just been staring out the window like a brooding teenage vampire.

“What?”

“That Ravenclaw sixth year.” He’s slouched down in his seat, sorting out his static hair and barely registering that Freddie almost chokes on his mouthful of cola. "Are you a thing?”

It’s an innocent enough question - casual, really - but it feels like my heart spasms for a moment when I think about the crumpled red dress on the floor; about Seth in my bed. “No.”

Freddie makes a throaty sort of noise next to me but I fully ignore him. He doesn’t push it, though, because he knows. Because I can’t do this. Because she didn’t mean it. Not really.

I thought she might. For a delusional moment I let myself believe that she might actually want me. But she was drunk and upset and her family just told her that they’d found her a husband. I’m a fucking plot device, nothing more.

“Why?”

Benji shrugs, then yawns and sinks still deeper into his seat before pulling a chocolate frog box out of his pocket. “Just curious. She’s fit, though.”

I watch him idly unwrap the sweet that wriggles ferociously in his grasp and then pop it into his mouth before studying the card that fell out of the packaging.

“I’ve got your Dad. Again,” he says, flipping the card around in his hand so that I can see the image. The slightly younger version of Dad frowns at me, arms crossed in front of his chest and wand in hand. I can vaguely remember how they had him dress up for this in fancy robes and how proud I was that my dad was going to be on the chocolate frog cards.

“Oh, give me that.” Freddie leans across the compartment, snatching the card from Benji’s hand, and I frown at him. It’s not like Dad isn’t in every second of these.

“What for?”

“I’ve been collecting them.” He shrugs, the usual mischievous grin in place. “I’m making a collage for Uncle Harry’s birthday… to hang up in his office.”

He’s not even joking and I snort and shake my head as he carefully slides the card between the pages of his Divination book. “Oh, he’ll love that.”

The train rattles and the snitch bumps against the roof of the compartment like a disoriented bird. There’s fog outside now, clinging to the soft curves of the hilly landscape, and I let my head drop back against the window again, trying to focus on the view. I don’t want to think about her anymore; about the phone box, and her freckles, and what it did to me when she called me James.

This just won’t end well. For neither of us.

Freddie’s shoulder bumps softly against mine and I turn my head to look at him. Across from us, Benji has fallen asleep as well with his arms crossed in front of him and the empty chocolate frog wrapper on his stomach.

“Do you know what I think?” Freddie whispers and I roll my eyes at him because, of course, I know. He’s been relentless ever since I told him about almost kissing Seth at Slughorn’s Christmas party.

“I do. And you’re wrong.”

“I rarely am,” he says, shrugging, and I snort and shake my head.

“Bullshit.” My voice comes out a little too loud and Augustus stirs in his foetal position, almost falling off the seat.

“Then say it.”

“What?” I try to laugh but it sounds fake, even to my own ears, and Freddie sighs.

“Mate, look me in the eye and tell me that you’re not in love with Seth Woodley.”

I’m shaking my head again, but I can’t look at Freddie. Instead, I look up at the snitch which has resumed its futile fight against the window, tapping the glass in a steady rhythm now. It’s pathetic, really. And a little sad.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Freddie arches an eyebrow at me but I ignore him. Because this is complete nonsense. Because he doesn’t understand. Because I’m not in love with Woodley.

I’m not.

I can’t be.

“Fuck this,” I growl and push myself up, catching the dumb snitch in mid-air before it can throw itself against the glass again. It’s still flapping in my palm - frantically - its silver wings scratching my skin like a feral cat, and I press my fingers against it a little harder until it finally gives up. Until it goes completely still.

#james pov #hpfanfiction #hntbaw #nextgen #jamessiriuspotter #fanfiction #hownottobeawoodley #Spotify #aesthetics #aesthetic

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stupidgamcs · 6 months

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☆ –– (jacob elordi, he/him, cisman) who is XAVIER BERENT anyways? ew. you don’t know about HIM, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 26 and READING feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re VAIN and SPOILED because they care, but they’re also GOOD-HEARTED and CHARISMATIC in the best way. HE work to make a little money as a PROFESSIONAL TENNIS PLAYER. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of PENTHOUSE. DELICATE MUSE A is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

STATISTICS • GOOGLE DOCS • PINTEREST • CONNECTIONS

//:: T H E B A S I C S

name: iker xavier berent bizcay

nickname(s): xabi

age: twenty-six

gender: cis man

place of birth: getaria, spain

birthday: may 19th, 1997

zodiac : taurus sun, libra moon and virgo rising

height: 6′5″

occupation: professional tennis player

//:: T H E B I O G R A P H Y

Xavier is the son of Aitor Bizcay, a wealthy Spanish businessman, and an Australian model who wanted nothing to do with him or his dad. She pretty much denies their existence; no one even knows she was pregnant. Grew up between Getaria and Barcelona, Spain.

Hit his first tennis ball at four years old, and since then he couldn't think of anything else. His dad absolutely adored him, and because of this, he sheltered him a lot. It wasn't until he was about six that the family moved to Barcelona (where he attended a prestigious tennis academy), and that's when he started gaining a bit more freedom and got more outgoing because he used to be very shy.

Abandonment TW: When Xavier was eight, his father met a woman and fell in love. Unfortunately, she had three kids, and Xavier was like, "I'm not sharing my dad or his money with these people." So he became their own nightmare. In a shocking turn of events, his dad was like, "I'm done with this spoiled brat," and sent him to Australia. Eventually, his dad felt guilty and brought him back, but Xavier is still bitter about it, and that's why he has abandonment issues.

Xavier turned professional at 14. He won his first Grand Slam at the US Open at 19 and became the number 1 player in 2018. Currently, he has 46 ATP titles, 10 Grand Slams, 5 Olympic Games medals, and 4 Tour Finals.

Xavier tested positive for a banned substance during a routine anti-doping test and faced a five-year ban from playing. He believed his life and career were in ruins, and paparazzi relentlessly followed him, tarnishing his reputation. However, he decided to appeal the decision and took the case to court, where it was proven that the amount of the drug in his system was minimal and not performance-enhancing. As a result, his punishment was withdrawn.

Following this challenging period, Xavier moved to New York, where he began working with a new coach and made plans to return to the tour next season, determined to continue his tennis career and redeem his reputation.

//:: P E R S O N A L I T Y

Xavier unabashedly partakes in pleasure-seeking. He's always been very spoiled, and his father never did much to stop his haughty nature. He is very insouciant and often bucks authority. He discovered his ability to manipulate people at a very young age, and ever since, he's used it to his advantage. He goes through life with a very breezy style, but this overabundance of confidence is only to mask his lack of inner peace. His serial love affairs are attempts to fill the void created in him by his emotional unavailability. Nonetheless, Xavier does have a redeemable side. He has a capacity for generosity and moral strength that most people would not imagine he possesses. When he loves someone, he loves them unconditionally, and he is a loyal and protective friend. He is also very studious, contrary to popular belief, with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, especially when it comes to literature. His biggest loves are words and tennis.

#cornelia.intro #abandonment tw #( xavier: intro. )

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Can I request pony from mha with I L O V E H E R (the secret is pretty obvious and skip the second E)

oh my goodness of course! pony is such a cutie! i never see writing for her, so i hope you enjoy @idkwhattonamethis7401!!!

Fluff Alphabet with Pony (I L O V E H E R)

Pairing - Pony x reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - (image below is not mine) thanks again! i think this is super cute and i hope you do too! have a great day! <3

And don’t forget REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! So, if you want to request any writing, don’t hesitate to ask. Please read my pinned post before requesting though. Have a good day/night and please stay hydrated!! <333

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

i feel like both of you changed in some way

pony became more open because of you

not like she was super reserved before, but you helped her be more comfortable with being an exchange student

i feel like you are each other's inspiration for becoming heroes and your goal is to protect each other, it's super sweet really

you two were both kind of scared to try new things before you met each other, but after, you guys will literally try anything together

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

she would come up a little shy and in a little voice say "i... uh... i have a crush on you"

you would ask her to repeat herself and her face would go bright red before blurting it out at you quickly covering her mouth and running away

she would avoid you for a while until you come up and explain to her that you like her too

she would be a little awkward and embarrassed for a while, but is happy nonetheless

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

she is SWOONING for you

she loves you so much

she will randomly run up and press big kisses on both of your cheeks before pressing one to your lips and going back to what she was doing

it is literally so obvious for everyone

like everyone knew she had a crush on you before she actually confessed to you

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

this relationship means the world to her

it was hard for her to be all alone as an exchange student, so when you stepped into her life, everything changed

she is very thankful to you and would do anything for you

she wants to be your hero and would do anything to achieve that

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

depends on the day

sometimes she gets a little shy doing something normal like ordering food, but when she is in the zone for hero work she would do anything for you

she is a strong girl and she is not afraid to show that

it's also dependent on the day for you

other than that, you two are pretty equal

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

she may have like one or two that not even i would know of, but those are for another day

other than that though, i dont think she would hide a lot

even if she's fighting she would just giggle and talk about how sweaty she is or how she hasnt shaved in weeks

she doesnt mind being open and who she is in front of you

i mean, how else is the relationship going to work if she has to hide who she is???

she wont actively hide anything from you, she just might have a few things she hasnt told you yet that just havent been brought up

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

so romantic omg

but i dont think she would like cliche stuff

she would take you to america to see a rodeo or something, no regular dates around here

you would always be doing something fun and creative like bowling or milkshake making or something

she wants to make you happy so she would ask you what you want to do, but other than that, she loves planning dates and surprising you

she just loves the look on your face when she surprises you

she would just love kissing you everywhere too

super romantic in her own way

#pony #pony mha #pony x reader #pony mha x reader #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #class 1b #my hero academia x reader #fluff #fluff alphabet #pony fluff #request #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #thank you!! <3

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amateur-deductions · 2 years

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Micro Expressions

So I was thinking about what the next post should be about and I thought this would be a good topic to introduce again, especially since it's something you can start practicing right now if you want, so let's get to it

/I N T R O D U C T I O N

So what actually are micro expressions and how are they even remotely useful in deduction? well there are a few concepts needed to understand what they are, but very basically micro expressions are small, uncontrollable twitches that occur when someone experiences a less intense version of an emotion, or when one wants to hide their normal facial expressions, they correlate to certain emotions, and because of this one can learn to read them and interpret them by keeping the context in which they occur in mind, essentially (among other things) acting as a lie detection tool. But to fully use them and understand them we need to first discuss facial expressions

/F A C I A L E X P R E S S I O N S

Circa 1990 Dr. Paul Ekman conducted a series of studies that revealed a now generally accepted truth in psychology: emotions, and the physiological reactions they cause, are universal. This means that no matter where you go, and what people you interact with, be it a person from new york, from Egipt, or a member of a secluded tribe in the Amazon Rainforest, their physiological reactions caused by their feelings of joy, or anger, or disgust (to name a few) are always going to be the same, these ways of expressing said emotions are not learned, but rather a naturally acquired manifestation of them.

You may be wondering how all of this is relevant, but it's the foundation that allows micro expressions to be useful. You see, there are 7 basic emotions that we have inherent, universal facial expressions for, Happiness, Sadness, Anger, Fear, Contempt, Disgust, and Surprise, their facial expressions look like this:

(Cue the picture you've probably seen a million times if you know about this subject)

These are what we call, macro expressions, they are the obvious, "normal" facial expressions that are easy to spot and recognize, they last anywhere from half a second to 4 seconds. But here comes the important part: micro expressions come directly from macro expressions, basically, the only difference is the time they last and the context they're found in

/M I C R O E X P R E S S I O N S

One of the many neat things about facial expressions is that they are unconscious reactions to what we feel, this means if we try to hide them (which isn’t the only thing that causes them, but one of the most useful situations nonetheless), we generally do a pretty good job at doing so, but never a perfect one, which leads to small, almost imperceptible movements and twitches of our facial muscles to occur, movements that correlate with the facial expression of the emotion we're experiencing. Micro expressions are the same as macro expressions, but they last much, much less (hence the name "micro" expressions), and they can be the result of trying to hide our initial emotions in a given situation. They can last for half a second or less, and so they're almost impossible to detect for someone who doesn't have the necessary training

(I couldn't find any micro expression GIFs on Tumblr, but I did find this sherlock one, keep in mind it's slowed down, and you can still see a very quick, very faint movement of the lips upwards, faint crows feet and wrinkles around the eyes, and the cheeks moving slightly upwards, the closest thing I could find to a happiness micro expression. For a bunch of clearer, real life examples watch this video)

So what exactly is this training? Don't worry, it's not strenuous or anything, it just requires a bit of time. The training usually involves looking at clips or gifs of each micro expression and remembering which one corresponds to each emotion and then taking a small test where similar clips are played and you have to recognize each micro-expression. The point of this exercise is to train your ability to see micro expressions and recognize them in your everyday life, but as everything Deduction related, it takes time and quite a bit of practice.

Now, Paul Ekman himself offers training tools on his website if you don't mind spending money to get them, but if you're looking for economic alternatives to this there are plenty of apps, websites, and videos out there available in different regions of the world

/H O W T O U S E T H E M

Once you know how to spot and recognize these micro expressions you need to learn to apply them in context, knowing what someone's feeling in and of itself isn't useful if you can't relate it to what is going on around them. Keep in mind these emotions are displayed as micro expressions because the person in question is trying to hide them, so ask yourself why. Are they attempting to hide anger because they don't wanna hurt the person they're arguing with? or because they see who they're talking to as an authority figure and they're scared to show their anger? why are they flashing a disguised expression of fear when their significant other is visibly rageful? there's a lot you can know about a person by simply looking at the context in which they hide things.

One disclaimer that I think is important is that while micro expressions are an incredibly powerful tool, like everything in the realm of body language, and deduction in general, they should be taken as part of a cluster of signs that point towards a certain conclusion. Just because a micro expression shows surprise doesn't mean it's positive or negative, just because a micro expression shows fear doesn't mean it's fear towards a person and not a situation, or simply a thought, be mindful about what conclusions you reach because reaching the wrong ones can become a problem

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