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jaggedamethyst · 6 hours ago

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not in that way (part one)

bucky barnes x fwb!reader

content: steve rogers is your best friend, which means that inherently bucky should be yours too. somewhere along the way, it became more than that for you. for bucky, it's just tolerance. he likes you, but not like that. not in that way.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, protected sex (yeah wrap that up), rough, choking, fwb, mean bucky, mutual pining, not proofread

notes: thank you guys for the support on the snippet as well as for waiting for me as i got this done! i just finished finals so i plan on locking in on this one and circuit breaker bc i cannot stop thinking about them.

ps. i swear bucky and reader are friends, just had to hit the angst and give some background but there will be cute moments along with smut probably every chapter...I'm hoeing out.

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“Steve?” You called out to him, steps pounding behind you as you hurriedly moved toward his pinged location. “Steve, oh my god.” Your voice trailed off, shock evident.

People brushed by you and pushed toward Steve’s figure on the ground. You’d never seen him like this. Sure, Steve Rogers was a super soldier and the most physically strong man you knew—but this was different. Mentally, he seemed destroyed.

He called your phone, short of breath and muttering for help. It immediately sent you into action. You were normal—the most civilian anyone could be. There was no other option but to call someone, plead with them to find and help your friend. He’d been washed up on the shore, lying in the dirt and clearly out of it.

You watched him get worked on, staring into the distance.

“What happened?” You kneeled next to him, “Who did this?”

Steve turned to you, eyes glossed over in disbelief. “Bucky.” He shook his head, “It was Bucky.” He kept repeating it to himself, attempting to convince his own mind that it was true. “It was him. It was Bucky. He was here.”

“I don’t understand,” you grasped his shoulder. “I thought he was gone—you saw.” You gulped, searching his face for any hesitance. “You said he fell, that he-“

“It was him.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Okay, I believe you. He was here.”

It was true. The man you’d heard so many stories about had returned. He wasn’t like the anecdotes Steve recalled; this Bucky was darker, more quiet, resigned.

He was an observer. You often caught him staring at you, eyes lingering between your figure and Steve’s. Bucky would always stand, tucked into a corner. He didn’t feel deserving of the warmth Steve offered—the humanity that remained present in you. There were times, then, that you would offer a welcoming hand. A slight wave of motion offered him a seat, acknowledging that he did deserve to be there. He felt human with you.

That’s what initially drew Bucky to you and inevitably why you became friends, too. There was a way that you loved everyone, insisted on not leaving them out and nourished their insides.

The hurt came when he realized it would never be that way for him.

You could never love him, not a monster. Not when the shining emblem of a perfect man sat beside you every day. Steve had so much time with you—he was your best friend. Bucky couldn’t replace him, not if he tried. So he always kept you at arms length, hoping to be more than friends but settling for something less.

The first time it happened, when Bucky had been so lucky to have a moment with you—he swore that he was dreaming. He never gave you a reason to like him, in fact, it was the opposite. He’d gone out of his way every day to push you further from him, make it known that he’d never be as good as Steve.

He could tell you saw something different; he hated it.

The three of you had tried small talk often, Steve facilitating some sort of discussion to break the ice. It almost always ended with you and Bucky exactly where you started, friends who were forced to be so because of a mutual one.

“Well, I’m headed out—you two should talk.”

“Steve, no-“

“Buck, you two are my favorite people in the world. I would love it if you gave this a chance.” Steve patted his friend’s shoulder, “For me. Please.”

Bucky turned to look at Steve, a solid expression on his face. He didn’t speak, just gave him a small nod and let Steve step around him and out of your place.

It was common that Steve would find solace in your home. It was far from the city, neatly tucked away in a residential area. There was a sense of normalcy and he was proud to introduce that to Bucky—he needed that, deserved it after everything.

The room was silent, violently so. You sat across from Bucky—him lingering in your peripheral and you nestled softly into your couch. He didn’t move, standing still near a wall which offered him the sight of every possible window and exit.

“Do you wanna sit?”

You watched his body for any reaction, dissatisfied when there was none. It was awkward, him avoiding eye contact and you not sure of what else to say.

You sighed, “I’ll be back.” You announced your departure, not that it mattered to him.

You beelined to the bathroom, desperately needing to escape him. He was always like this, closed off and so obviously annoyed by your presence. Splashing your face with water did little to temper you and your body seemed to overheat at the thought of having to see him again.

You didn’t let yourself think—couldn’t. You stepped out and kept your head down before looking toward Bucky’s signature spot on the wall. He wasn’t there.

You tilted your head down, seeing Bucky now sitting on the couch, two cushions away from where you’d been prior. He watched you smile softly, moving to sit in your spot.

Bucky made a habit of keeping his hands in his lap. He would sit stoically at all times. It was the same now.

He avoided eye contact but muttered, “Hi.”

Your breath hitched, surprised he’d started conversation. Keeping your tone even so as not to overwhelm him, you replied, “Hi, Bucky.”

The both of you nodded, letting the weight of your forced proximity surround you. As much as he tried, he couldn’t ignore you. The faint smell of your hair products, the way you tapped your own leg rhythmically, how nervous you were—he noticed it all.

“Do you, um,” you swallowed. “Do you want something to drink, maybe?”

It’d been over a year since Bucky showed up. You, of course, shared small talk with him in that time. He’d grown to know the story of you and Steve—how you met. It would suffice to say that Bucky grew to be an acquaintance of yours—a long lost friend of a friend…one that would never truly like you. Accepting that was hard; you wanted Bucky to be comfortable at the very least. If not like you, he would at bare minimum be able to sit down for once.

So today was a win.

Bucky didn’t reply to your question but instead asked his own, “How was Steve? Without me, I mean?”

His voice was gruff, and you hadn’t expected that question, let alone more than a single syllable from him.

“Well,” you readjusted to face Bucky, “He’s always the most positive guy in the room—which I’m sure you know.”

Bucky let a smirk slip, recounting the optimism his friend had at all times.

“He’s better than me that way, than a lot of us.”

“I don’t think that’s true. He’s just Steve, you know that.”

He didn’t know that. Bucky was living in his body but observing from outside his own mind. He was witnessing his friend after so much time had escaped him. Everything he thought was true wasn’t anymore.

He wanted to get to know you, offer you the same grace that was given to him. But he couldn’t. Before it even begun Bucky was overwhelmed. He pushed himself to be kinder, to do this for Steve. It was simply futile.

He stood suddenly and looked down at you, “I should go.”

“Okay,” you stood, nodding. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”

He hummed, rolling his shoulders back and tightening his posture again. He didn’t respond.

“I’ll tell Steve you tried today,” you whispered to him. “I know he’ll appreciate it. I do.”

The tension was palpable. Your eyes stayed locked on each other until you heard a sound and looked down. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm was clear, only slightly suppressed by the gloves he always wore. He watched you noticing his hand twitch as if he wanted to move it. There was a restraint there, like he was pushing down something that was second nature. As if he meant to do something that he’d always done.

You swallowed hard enough to hear it in your ears. Looking at Bucky, you arched your brow in a subtle defiance—daring him to do what he intended. You wanted to know him and his habits, to understand even a modicum of what was in his brain.

Without thinking a second more, he let his left arm lift a bit. He reached toward your face but paused at you flinching, leaning away from him.

Just barely audible, you spoke, “Sorry.”

Bucky blinked and furrowed his brows, unable to stop himself. He let his fingers wrap around your face, a single hand pressing just under your chin and at the top of your throat. Slightly wide eyed, you watched him watching you. Most of his hand rested on your cheek, his thumb pressing into the other side of your face.

Despite no longer being the Winter Soldier, his habits lingered. When in that state he remembered being like this so vividly—a hand around someone’s throat and crushing the life out of them. He hissed at the thought, not at all intending for that with you. He craned your head, though, observing the quizzical look on your face.

It didn’t make sense to him, the need to maintain this routine. But he did. Beyond the haze of what was once his signature way of taking life—he saw a new one. Bucky could envision his future so clearly, yet he couldn’t let himself have it.

He went to drop his hand but stopped at the feeling of yours on his wrist. It was inexplicable. Glove or not, you craved the contact from him.

The room stayed silent except for the slight creak of the floorboards beneath you. While Bucky stayed steady, you teetered on the balls of your feet—this moment feeling fleeting.

He inched forward, watching your eyes fall closed.

Your lips were right there, the ones he’d openly been ogling at for months. It was torture, but all he knew. He couldn't allow himself the satisfaction of the feeling. He wasn’t deserving.

Instead, he latched onto your neck. Bucky kissed and nibbled there with an urgency you hadn’t expected—hell, you didn’t even think today would’ve progressed to this at all.

The feeling of him on you was intoxicating, and it was so minuscule. His hands were all over you, and yours on him. Your breath came out ragged, “We shouldn’t.”

“You’re right.” He paused on your neck briefly, directly in your ear now. “We shouldn’t.”

“We’re friends.” You nodded, letting your hands trail up his back and into his hair.

“Are we?”

You weren’t sure. It was complicated. You couldn’t let yourself think about that now and neither could he.

He pushed you down onto the couch and stood above you, allowing you to finally look him over. He was casually in jeans and a t-shirt, the rest of his body entirely covered. The only skin that showed besides his face was just below at his neck. Around it lied his dog tags that he was so adamant about wearing. The glint of them always caught your eye and alerted you of his presence. Even when he showed up silent, you’d see him and those damn tags. Just always out of your eyeline but in the room—that was who Bucky had always been. In his stoicism he was still consistently there.

Watching Bucky undo his pants already had you eager for him, too. There was always something there for you, an intrigue simply at the way he carried himself. You stayed seated, leaning back a bit in an attempt to slide down your sweatpants. Both of you watched the other discarding the bottom half of their clothes with little thought, tossing them aside.

He leaned, then, ruffling into his dark jacket’s interior.

“I got it,” he mumbled, ripping into the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the latex over himself just before pushing the jacket off his back.

He kneeled into the couch, the angle awkward but enough that he was able to slide into you like he wanted. It was tight—rough. You expected the burn but still sucked in a breath at it, the lack of prep. Bucky didn’t mean to make it this way but just wanted it to be over—the insatiable need to pump in and out of you. Only you.

Slowly and deliberately he continued to kiss around your neck, collarbone, and ears. He snapped into you, purposely moving at a speed that allowed him to chase a high rather than savor the moment with you. He wanted to, truly…to acknowledge the way you looked up at him. It was his dream to let the sounds of you falling apart actually hit his ears and mean something—but he couldn’t.

The couch creaked and rocked. You were now slightly bent into the back of the cushions, your chest moving up and down alongside Bucky’s. He pulled back, stabilizing himself behind you. The new angle allowed you to see his dog tags again, them hitting you with every movement into you. Without thinking you grabbed them, hooking them under one of your fingers.

He finally allowed himself some relief, his voice dragging out the moans he’d himself been holding in. “Fuck...”

You watched him intently, pulling him closer by the chain on his neck. He shifted his angle a bit at that and watched your jaw drop open. Your brows furrowed, whines choking out of you at the new sensation. It made you let go of his tags, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. This made him pound into you faster—realizing a tether of intimacy was gone.

He was subconsciously glad for that, happy that he could pinpoint and force that sweet look in your eyes away. There was no longer an adoration in your gaze but simply one of pleasure. This was for the best. He could appreciate you from a distance despite the line of friendship being crossed so carelessly now.

“Shit,” you groaned out suddenly. “Buck-“

He hushed you softly, quelling the harsh sound in your throat. It only spurred him on though, truly ruthless about this. He only slowed at the feeling of your fingers gliding over his face, pushing the stray piece of hair out of view. His pace stuttered, faltering as he really looked at you.

A second later, he started in on you again. A clothed hand found its way into your shirt and pinched at your nipples. His grip was rough, kneading your chest. You were already so close; every additional sensation only pushing you further.

You met him suddenly, writhing into him and filling the living room with lewd slapping sounds.

Bucky huffed breaths out at every push into you. You fought a squeak, pressing your own hand over your mouth. You gnawed at it as it allowed some relief from the burning inside of you. He was hitting that same spongey spot over and over. He was so good at picking up on the subtle changes in your face and body.

Without warning he slipped out and nudged you, “Turn.”

You did without questioning, a firm covered hand rubbing at the skin of your hips. Regardless of his gloves, you felt the difference in his hands—the slight shift of metal in one versus the pulse in the other. There was a contrast you enjoyed, a chill about his metal arm that grounded you.

A knee pushed your legs open as he slid into you again, this time using you as leverage. Bucky pushed you down slowly, this side of your head finding the cushion. This angle was new, deeper. It wouldn’t be much longer at this point and he could tell. One hand slipped underneath you and up to your neck again, squeezing just enough for you to appreciate the loss of breath. In between gasps you nudged further into the couch, the sensation becoming too much for you.

He couldn’t stop when you came, relishing the way your insides continued to pulse. It was as if he was meant to stay; his one true purpose was to be completely enveloped by you. When he finished a strained sound choked in his throat, one that you hadn’t expected.

You were throbbing still, a cold feeling finally making you realize he pulled away. The feeling of him on you had gone away so quick. The sound of a different metal clanked—his belt buckle bouncing around as he slid his pants back on.

“Should we…should I tell Steve about this?”

Your question was sudden, but was filled with a weight that scared him. You didn’t want to be too forward—but it was only right. Steve was now caught in the middle of something complicated. Even if this was the first and only time…you weren’t sure you could keep this from him.

Bucky thought differently.

“Why would you wanna tell him?”

“Because it’s-“

“Leave him out of this.”

Bucky readjusted his clothes, smoothing them over as they’d been before. You watched him inch his way to the door—his back toward you.

You ignored the pang in your chest, the confusion that now resonated in you. Pushing it away, you settled on changing the subject. “Steve wanted to do something tomorrow, you coming?”

He didn’t turn as he grabbed the doorknob, merely craned his head to the side. You watched his profile for any sense of something but again he was so unreadable for you.

“I’ll be there.”

Then he left.

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mangooes · 2 days ago

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In the middle of flowers, all i could see is you

(Name) had barely finished tidying up her desk at work when the low, deep growl of a motorcycle engine rumbled outside. She frowned, peering out the office window—only for her eyes to widen in shock.

A sleek, black sportsbike was parked right in front of the building.

And seated on it, clad in his usual dark leather jacket, was Sylus.

He casually pulled off his helmet, his gloves tugged on his hands, tapping his fingers against the handlebar, before shooting her a knowing smirk through the glass window.

She immediately grabbed her things and rushed out, already shaking her head.

“Oh no, no, no, no—you did not just come here on a motorcycle!” She crossed her arms, giving him a pointed look. “You’re insane if you think I’m getting on that death trap.”

Sylus laughed, utterly amused. “Oh, come on, sweetie. I figured you’d enjoy a ride home with your dear husband.”

“I enjoy walking home just fine.”

“Walking?” Sylus raised a brow. “You mean the part where you ignore my offers to pick you up, thinking I don’t know how many eyes are on you at night?”

She faltered for a second. “That’s not the point—”

“Get on.” His voice was a low purr, but she refused.

“I’ll take the train—”

“Kitten.” He sighed, as if dealing with a stubborn child. And then, before she could react, the black and red mist of his Evol curled around her waist, gently but firmly lifting her off the ground.

Her eyes widened in alarm. “SYLUS, NO—!”

But it was too late.

With ease, his evol ettled her behind him on the bike gently, as he places a helmet over her head like it was nothing, clicking on the straps carefully.

“Perfect fit.” He smirked, tapping the visor of her helmet.

She gawked at him. “You planned this, didn’t you?!”

“Of course I did,” he chuckled, revving the engine. “Now, hold on tight, sweetie.”

And then, he took off.

She screamed.

“SYLUS, YOU MANIAC!!!” she shrieked, gripping onto him for dear life as the bike sped down the highway. She buried her face against his back, feeling his laughter vibrate against her cheek. “SLOW DOWN!!!”

“This is barely fast, kitten,” he teased, but he eased the throttle a little. “Relax. Enjoy the ride will you?"

At first, she didn’t believe him—her heart was pounding too hard. But after a while, she started to notice things.

The cool night air whipping past her. The neon lights of the N109 Zone reflecting off the wet streets. The way the city glowed like a sea of stars beneath them as they rode down the freeway.

She loosened her grip just a little, tilting her head up in wonder.

“…It’s beautiful,” she murmured softly.

Sylus hummed. “Told you.”

She smiled. And without thinking, she tightened her arms around him—not from fear this time, but out of pure comfort.

Sylus noticed.

His lips curled upwards, satisfied, but he said nothing. Instead, he changed course, heading toward the edge of the city far from home.

Minutes later, they arrived at a flower field, where soft red petals swayed under the night sky.

She blinked as he cut the engine. “Why are we stopping here?”

“You’ll see.”

Sylus climbed off first before effortlessly lifting her off the bike, placing her down on the soft grass.

He chuckled, tilting his head at her. “By the way—your scream earlier? Absolutely adorable, though i preffer the scream you make whenever we do things in bed.”

Sabrina groaned, covering her face. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He smirked, leaning in.

She was about to argue back— she turned around.

Her breath hitched.

From their spot on the flower field, she could see the entire cityscape of N109 below them, glittering like a galaxy of neon stars. The Taurus flowers glowed faintly in the moonlight, surrounding them like a dream.

A genuine, childlike wonder lit up in her eyes.

“Look, Sylus!” She grabbed his wrist, pointing. “It’s so pretty!”

Sylus didn’t even glance at the view.

He was too busy watching her. Maybe she was his view.

Her smile. Her excitement. The pure, unfiltered joy on her face.

Something warm curled in his chest. He softened, but before he could say anything, she tackled him, unexpectedly.

“Sweetie, what are you—?!”

They rolled down the hill, crashing through the flowers, red petals flying everywhere.

By the time they stopped, She was laughing, her hair a wild mess of petals.

Sylus groaned. “Revenge, huh?”

“Damn right.” She grinned, brushing petals off his jacket. “I should do this more often.”

Sylus chuckled. His hand reached up, gently pulling her closer until his face was buried in the crook of her neck.

“…Mmh.” He inhaled her scent, a mix of vanilla and something undeniably her.

She stiffened, her breath catching. “S-Sysy?”

He exhaled, his lips brushing against her skin. “You smell nice.”

She pulled back, flustered. “You are such a menace.”

Feeling mischievous, she plucked a flower from the ground and tucked it behind his ear.

Then, just to push his buttons, she stuck another one on his chest.

“There,” she grinned. “Now you’re even more handsome.”

Sylus raised a brow, amused. “Are you saying I wasn’t handsome before?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

He laughed—deep, rich, and utterly smitten.

Then, before she could escape as she prepares to stand up, Sylus suddenly grabbed her wrist, flipping her back down onto the flowers.

She barely had time to gasp before his lips were on hers.

Soft. Slow. Devouring.

Under the starlit sky, surrounded by swaying flowers, he kissed her like she was his whole world.

And maybe—just maybe—she was.

I love how sylus always loves to spoil his beloved, i want to go on a joyride too please take me too sylus! TwT

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uhhhj13iguess · 1 day ago

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i should've kissed you

avenger!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: the five times peter almost kissed you and didn't, and the one time he finally did

kind of a song fic based off of 'i should've kissed you' by one direction lmao, no lyrics though! just heavily inspired from

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peter fell back harshly onto his bed, a groan escaping his lips. he ran his hands over his face roughly before throwing his hands down to his side in frustration, small punches made at his mattress as he stared up at his ceiling.

he took a few deep breaths, cringing as he replayed the ending of your and peter's date in his mind.

the date had been going perfectly. in fact, peter had yet to be convinced the entire night wasn't a dream as he walked you back through the halls of the avengers tower after your dinner that evening.

everything felt so right, and he knew you felt it too. you were laughing at all of his jokes, small touches on his arm: for once in his life, he was being smooth. and for once in his life, it was actually working.

as you approached your door, you turned to face him, hand reaching out to meet his. he grabbed it with a smile, squeezing it gently and taking a step closer to you.

"i had a really good time tonight, pete. i'm really glad you asked me out." you looked up at him, nothing but love in your eyes. he melted just looking at them.

he smiled softly back at you. "i am too. i'd really love to do it again sometime, (y/n)."

"me too," you spoke in a whisper.

peter reached up to brush hair out of your eyes, tucking it gently behind your ear. you looked at him through your long lashes, a blush apparent across your features. you leaned into his touch and he held his hand there against your cheek, beaming at you. your eyes flickered down to his lips before returning to meet his gaze, lightly chewing on your own lips.

holyshitholyshitholyshit, okay. calm down. this is it. you have the signal, this is going to be awesome, just lean in and --

and he... didn't? wait, why am i not leaning in? kiss her, goddamn it!

peter stood there frozen, a look of awe still adorning his features as he stared at you. you gave him yet another soft smile, reaching up to grab his hand from your cheek. you gave it a quick squeeze before letting it go at his side.

"'night pete. i'll see you tomorrow?"

you reached for your door knob, giving him an eager look with a grin still plastered across your face.

he nodded feverntly, choking out a quiet "y-yeah, of course,"

you nodded and gave him a small wave before disappearing behind your door.

peter remained frozen for a few more seconds, still staring where you no longer stood in front of him. his eyes widened and he let out a shakey breath.

"holy shit, i should've kiss her."

peter let out another groan at the memory, rolling over to bury his head in his pillow.

he had just went on the most perfect date with the woman of his dreams. there's already no way the entire thing wasn't just the most beautiful dream he'd ever had, and there's no WAY he fucked up taking his chance to kiss you. he truly could not believe himself.

peter let out a damn near pathetic whine into his pillow as he replayed the moment for what would come to be many times that night.

"i don't know ned, i just... froze!"

"you just froze? are you fucking with me right now?"

peter let a sigh out as he placed his phone on speaker, setting it on his desk so he could finish pulling on his shirt. he wanted to call ned before running out to get coffee with you that next morning, and the more he spoke, the more he regretted it.

"i wish i was. i actually cannot describe to you how much i wish i was."

he heard ned let out another "dude" as he messed with his hair in the mirror.

"she's never going to talk to me again, is she?"

"dude, she's never going to look at you again. i don't know how much more to say you were already punching over your weight here, and somehow still landed the date, and you just fumbled it?? i mean, you went on a date with like, the woman of all women, and you didn't kiss her goodnight?!? i, i can't-"

"ughhh, ned you're not helping!!"

"what do you want me to say, dude? there's no way you fucked up this hard. you have to get in there and kiss her before you don't get the chance to fuck it up again."

peter let out a sigh as he picked up his phone, taking it off speaker and bringing it to his ear.

"do you think she's going to even give me another chance?" he asked solemnly, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

"you really better hope she does."

"fuck."

peter ended the call and grabbed his belongings, shaking off his not-so-helpful call with ned and heading downstairs to meet you out front. he had to admit it, he was relieved to see you still showed up. your patience with him must've been god-given, and he wasn't going to mess this up again.

"hey, you" peter called out to you, earning a smile in his direction as you turned back to see him.

"hey, pete. how'd you sleep?"

"good, you?" he lied through his teeth as if his disastrous decision allowed him one second of rest last night.

but you gave him yet another smile, and his nerves around the whole situation seemed to go away.

"good. ready to go? i'm starting to think if i don't get some caffeine in me soon, you're not going to want that second date." you laughed, beginning to walk down the street as peter joined your side.

"highly doubtful," he said with a nudge at your arm. "so you had a good time? last night, i mean?"

you nodded eagerly, your eyes lighting up as soon as you thought about the date.

"the best."

peter smiled at you, "good."

over the course of the walk over, you picked up normal conversation and peter felt relief wash through his body as he began to realize maybe he didn't blow his chance. he grew more confident, flirting with you and even interlocking your fingers together as he felt your hand brush his.

you blushed like a madman at the action, but gladly accepted as you rounded the corner to the coffee shop you and peter often frequented, even before he had expressed his feelings to you.

peter was feeling good again. he did his best to shake his attempt from last night and just plan for the next one. he got back in his groove, doing everything he could do to woo you. he grabbed the door to the shop for you, paid for your coffee, and pulled your stool out at the counter. he had this.

he picked up a conversation about something sam and bucky had gotten into this week, earning nothing but full belly laughs from you. peter felt on top of the world hearing your laugh, his smile faltering slightly as he watched you bring your coffee to your lips. he took a deep breath, his senses immediately overwhelmed as he saw you repeat the gesture towards him, the two of you silently flickering between eye contact and staring at the other's lips.

he didn't know who moved first, but you both began to lean closer to one another, whispers of your conversation falling on deaf ears as he focused on not missing his shot this time.

okay parker, you've got this. she's right here, all you have to do is just... kiss her. okay? just, for fucks sake just kiss her

you sat inches away from his face, once again staring up at peter through your lashes, batting them softly at him.

signal! that's the signal! peter! lean! in!

and again, he just... didn't?? there's no chance in hell he messed this up a second time. what the fuck is wrong with him.

the vibrations of his phone on the counter startled you both, earning a chuckle from you as he muttered an apology, picking up the phone. his face bright red.

"i, yeah? oh, yeah we can be there shortly. yeah. okay mr. stark, thanks."

he ended the call with a sad smile in your direction.

"tony wants us at the tower for a meeting asap." he let out with a breathy laugh, looking down at his hands.

he expected to look up and see disappointment in your eyes, but he was caught off guard when all he was met with was sincerity. you gave him a smile, grabbing his hand and giving it a small kiss before pulling him from the counter.

"no worries! it's not like we weren't going to get coffee tomorrow again anyways."

peter gave you a thankful smile, sliding out of the cafe with you, hand in hand. you were so quick to jump back to your usual self, carrying on your conversation like nothing happened. peter, however, was still absolutely distraught.

there's no way he fucked this up for a second time.

and there's no way you were as forgiving with him as you were about it. a second time.

jesus christ, he needed to get his shit together.

it had been a few days since the coffee shop incident, and since he'd been able to get you alone. he had swung by your room, wondering if you wanted to knock out some training with him. sure, sparring wasn't the most romantic, but he was desperate for any chance that came his way at this point.

this led to the two of you being in your current position, sweaty and out of breath, taking turns swinging at each other. you weren't much of a match against peter, but training seemed like a good enough excuse for you to spend some time with him.

peter let out a grunt as he dodged your right hook, immediately sensing your follow up hit and catching your wrist mid-air.

"that's good! if you're fighting against Dum-E, maybe."

you rolled your eyes at him, a scoff escaping your throat. "yeah, right, didn't he leave you quite the egg on your forehead last week?"

"i couldn't see, tony shut the lights off on me in the lab." peter grumbled, throwing a few punches your way only for you to dodge them with ease.

"stop pulling your punches so much, parker, I'm not fragile."

peter smirked at you, letting out a mumbled "as you wish" before instantly sweeping your feet from under you and pinning you against the mat. your back hit the ground with a thud, earning a heavy whine from you as you closed your eyes.

"oh, is this what you wanted?" peter teased, feeling cocky as he held your arms on either side of your head, his hips holding yours to the mat.

you fluttered your eyes open, a breath hitching in your throat as you realized the position you were in: peter on top of you for the first time ever, nose to nose. both of you were panting, from the exercise or the situation, neither of you knew.

peter felt hot. every part of him felt so hot, and he had to actively will his blood to stay in the upper half of his body ashe hovered over you. he took a moment away from his pride to realize how he had you under him, and his senses were overwhelmed again. his ears felt like they were going to burn off the sides of his head as you looked at him, again using the moment to flicker down to his lips. he licked them subconsciously, earning a barely audible whine from you as he did.

so help me god, if you don't kiss her right now, no spider-man for a week. a week!

but despite him pleading with his body to take action, he just couldn't seem to move and seal the deal. he muttered to himself, begging his body to respond and do something.

come on, come on, come on! why?!

peter barely got to see the smirk flash across your face before you moved, quickly flipping him and switching the position to pin him and take dominance.

he let out a groan as his back hit the mat, a half cough/half laugh escaping his lips.

"fuck, (y/n),"

you gave peter a grin, releasing your grip on his wrists and climbing off of him. you extended your hand outwards, peter reluctantly grabbing it to stand.

"never let your guard down, parker. you'll lose all the control."

he let out a scoff and a "yeah whatever," as he met you face to face again. "i let that happen. so, so you could get the practice, obviously."

you placed a hand on his cheek, giving it a soft pat. "I'm sure you did, bug boy."

peter rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him swiftly. you let out a soft gasp, your lips nearly grazing each others once again.

he leaned in so that your foreheads were pressed together, a hand still holding your wrist mid-air. he let out a deep laugh, his hot breath on your lips sending goosebumps across your skin. "funny that you think you're the one in--"

"little spider! lady (y/l/n)! i was hoping for some willing contenders this afternoon!" thor roared as he announced his presence in the gym.

peter let out a heavy sigh, dropping your wrist. "... control,"

you gave him an apologetic smile before greeting thor as he made his way over.

"holy shit, i might have to kill myself over this." peter whispered to himself.

"what was that, pete?"

"i said i think thor's going to kill us."

third time's not the fucking charm, to say the least.

yet another few days passed with no success on peter's front, and he was growing more worried with each passing moment that he'd never get to kiss you.

he seriously had no idea what was wrong with him and why he kept freezing, despite everything inside him pleading to just. kiss. you.

you had decided you wanted to plan the second date, finally getting to steal peter away after a week since the last time you'd gone out. on the menu for the evening was an in-house movie night in the lounge, fit with any and every star wars movie for peter to choose from. you'd brought in every pillow and blanket you'd owned, even stealing the ones from steve's bed on your way over. you loaded the couch with the bedding, shooting a text peter's way with instructions to bring drinks and to wear his pajamas. you swapped your phone for the remote, carefully getting the tv loaded as you heard footsteps enter the room.

"shit, pete you were quick, i'm kind of impressed-- oh, hey wanda!" you turned and saw the red-headed woman before you, amazed at the scene laid out in front of her.

"it looks great in here, (y/n). are you going to be watching a movie?"

you gave her a sweet smile. "yeah, peter's on his way down."

"this looks so relaxing, do you mind if vis and i join you? we're quiet movie watchers, i promise!"

you paused for a second, flashing a quick smile to hopefully hide some of your disappointment.

"oh! well, i..."

"hey (y/n), i grabbed you an apple juice, i didn't see grape in there. is this a movie night? I have a sneaking su-- oh! hey wanda, are you joining in too?" peter waltzed into the lounge, freezing when seeing both you and wanda in the designated location of his texts.

wanda looked in your direction, and you couldn't say no to that face (no matter how badly you wanted to right now).

"yeah, that's okay with me. what do you think, pete?"

he nodded quickly, hoping he was following you correctly as he hoped to grasp any context to the situation. "yeah no, i mean that's, of course."

wanda let out a squeal of excitement, rushing out of the room. "i'm going to grab vision, thanks guys! this is going to be awesome!"

you gave peter an apologetic smile as he walked closer to you, handing you the aforementioned drink.

"I didn't know we were already up to double dates." peter gave you a soft smirk.

"i didn't either," you pouted, grabbing a seat on the couch and patting the cushions next to you. "i'm sorry, pete. i'll make it up to you."

peter sat down, giving you a chuckle as he settled into the corner of the couch, grabbing your hands gently. "i'm happy wherever you are."

he was even more happy to discover the viewing of the evening was a star wars movie of his own picking.

the four of them settled in, wanda and vision wasting no time getting comfortable curling into one another. peter noticed this, feeling more at ease in putting his own arm around you. you reciprocated gladly, leaning into his side and swinging your legs over his. peter felt his sense of touch heighten by a thousand, the feeling of you against him pushing him into overdrive.

he took a deep breath to steady himself, wrapping you up tighter and focusing his best on your heartbeat. he'd never held you this close before, and he could swear it was the best thing he'd ever felt.

time passed and you and peter melted into each other, fully engrossed in the movie as you heard a rumble in his stomach. you laughed quietly, lifting your head from his chest.

"hungry, parker?"

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, hearing the giggles of wanda in the background.

"y-yeah, i guess so. i can throw on some popcorn, if you guys want some too?" he looked around the room.

vision shot up, beaming. "ah! i have just learned this recipe, allow me! i will be back momentarily." he voiced before phasing out of the room.

wanda stood up quickly. "last time he made the popcorn, we had to call the fire department. i'll be right back, keep watching!"

she ran out of the room, the frantic nature of the situation making you giggle. peter looked over to you, relief washing over him as he got to have you alone, even if just for a few minutes. that was all he needed.

you looked up to face him, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you noticed how close your faces were.

peter took a deep breath and smiled at you. "are you going to tony's gala on friday?"

you looked back up at him. "yeah, although i don't think i've got a single thing to wear. look at what i'm wearing right now, peter," you gestured downwards. "we're talking about an event that he's invited adele to."

"you're saying these sweats weren't what you had in mind? shit, i'm gonna need to rethink some things." peter made a thinking face and feigned concern.

you both laughed quietly, soaking in the presence of one another. you shiftly slightly in his lap so you could reach your hand to his curls, gently beginning to play with them. "i take that as you plan on going as well?"

he nodded against your hand, taking the other one in his own. he cleared his throat.

"i was... i was actually wondering if, if you wanted to come with me. like, as my... my date?"

your face lit up in an instant and any reservations peter held in his mind were gone. you smiled so wide it became contagious, peter grinning back at you with a shy laugh, no longer able to hold eye contact.

your hand previously in his hair dropped to his chin, earning his gaze once again. "i'd love to, peter. that sounds really fun."

at this point, your fingers were delicate on his chin and ghosting over his features, all attention focused on peter's pink lips.

he took a deep breath, taking in your proximity and touch. he was on fire again.

peter parker, she is literally touching your lips with her fingers! do something! now!

but he just sat there, breathing you in as your hand now confidently rested on his jawbone and your thumb tugged gently at his bottom lip.

but he just sat there, staring at your lips the entire time, not touching them.

"pete?" you asked as you bumped your noses together. he flickered his eyes back up to yours.

"yeah?"

you let out a shakey breath, fluttering your eyes closed. "i... i-"

your eyes shot open and you pulled back sharply. "what's that smell?"

peter let out a whine as he lost your attention, his mouth hung open.

wanda came bursting through the door. "sorry guys! just a mild fire, but we put it out! i hope you like your popcorn a little... uh, charred."

she grimaced as she handed the two of you a bowl, completely unable to read the room.

vision followed in shortly, taking his seat back next to wanda. "my sincerest apologist. all fires have been extinguished and i have alerted mr. stark about the damage to his cabinets. he has a... guy on speed dial now."

you let out a laugh, thanking them for the popcorn and turning back to face the screen, once again snuggling into peter who remained slack-jawed and in disbelief.

i'm dead. i'm dead and i'm in a state of limbo for eternity. what the actual fuck is going on.

the four of you finished the first two star wars movies before calling it quits, you admitting how tired you'd grown over the evening. peter, on the other hand, had been sulking since wanda and vision came back in almost three hours ago now.

his spirits rose slightly, however, as you kissed him on the cheek before you bid goodnight to everyone, sending him one last smile before turning the corner.

ned was NOT going to believe this one.

when peter had picked you up friday night and saw you in your gown, he vowed to himself that he wouldn't bother coming home if he didn't kiss you.

you were the most stunning person he'd ever seen, a red dress adorning your body in all the best ways possible.

a red dress. his color. lord. have. mercy.

the night went accordingly, both of you mingling with the rest of the team, exchanging glances at the random a-list celebrities tony had invited for... actually, peter had no idea what the gala was for. he just knew it was an excuse to dance with you, and that was absolutely all he cared about.

as time passed and peter got more one-on-one time with you, he led you to the dance floor, wildly embarrassing himself in front of everyone just to hear your laugh. it was like medicine to him, and it healed things he didn't know were broken.

the upbeat rhythm of the current song slowed, the DJ transitioning the once high-energy music into a ballad. the lights dimmed to accompany the romantic atmosphere. you looked around as everyone paired up, swaying back and forth with their partners. you met peter's gaze, which was filled with anxiety, but he did his best not to show it. he gave you a sweet smile, extending his hand out in the corniest fashion he could think of. all you could do was laugh.

"may i have this dance, m'lady?"

you stifled giggles as you took his hand. "why of course, my good sir."

peter held you close, his hands around your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck respectively. you swayed together as peter held you, staring intently into your eyes. a smile began to curl at the edge of your lips, but you stayed quiet, lost in his gaze. peter took a deep breath.

okay. now or never. you literally cannot possibly fuck this up.

but he did.

parker, why the actual fuck are you not moving right now!!! holy shit kiss her!!!

but he didn't.

and you can see the frustration in his eyes, causing you to tilt your head curiously. the action moved your face slightly closer to peters, and you flickered momentarily down to his lips, desperately trying to make yourself as clear as possible.

but instead of leaning forward with you, peter just looked at your lips with a defeated sight before flashing his gaze elsewhere around the room.

for the first time since peter had tried and failed to kiss you, he saw your smile falter. you pulled away and averted your eyes, suddenly wishing you were anywhere else than where you were. you took a step back, finally locking eyes with peter again.

you gave him a smile, but this time, it didn't meet your eyes.

holy shit, he fucked up big time.

"i'm going to grab some air, pete. just feeling a bit crowded."

you were so gentle about it, but peter knew he'd hurt you this time. he tried to protest, but you moved quickly through the crowd of people, his calls after you being lost in the rest of the noise.

he let out another defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he watched you walk out the balcony doors.

"peter!"

he jumped, snapping to his left to see sam and bucky approaching him. he was so not in the mood for whatever teasing was about to happen.

"you've got to be kidding me, kid."

"sam, listen i'm really not-"

bucky cut him off. "what is your problem, dude?"

"what?"

"(y/n) has practically been begging you to make a move all night, are you for fucking real right now?"

at this point, peter's angry. he wasn't sure more with himself or the guys for harassing him on this, but he was starting to get overwhelmed. everything started to grow louder, the lights suddenly brighter than they were before. peter took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to stop himself from freaking out.

"i, i-i dont know! i've been trying to kiss her for over a week now, and i just-"

"a week? spidey, just kiss the woman! why are you overthinking this so much?"

"i dont know, okay! i don't know! i just keep freezing! i feel like i'm going fucking insane, literally the only thing i want to do on this planet is kiss her right now, but i just--"

"i think you need to tell her that, not us." sam cut in. bucky followed.

"yeah, i'm pretty sure she feels like you think she's disgusting right now."

a mixture of pain and panic overtook peter's features. "nononono! but i don't think that!

"you sure aren't making much of a case for yourself right now, kid."

peter ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. "i can't, okay! what if i fuck everything up! people who are close to me get hurt, and this is a really big step that means something, and i can't have her getting hurt."

bucky clapped him on the shoulder. "pete, you've always been the closest pair i know, even before you started dating. i don't know how to tell you this, but you might as well also get to kiss her."

sam smacks bucky across the chest, throwing a disapproving look his way. "that's not quite what he--"

"no. he's kind of right. maybe it really is that simple."

both of the guys gave peter an unconvinced look.

"really. i mean, she's already my best friend. she's already one of the closest people to me." peter looked up at bucky. "i mean, might as well get to kiss her too, right?"

bucky smirked at the younger boy, nodding his head slowly. "that's the spirit."

"i don't know if that's the full spir-" sam cut himself off with a sigh. "listen kid, i'm glad you're not freaking out over this anymore, but remember to still-"

"gotta go kiss a girl, thanks guys!" peter yelled as he began to run through the crowd towards to balcony you were on.

sam sighed and gave an unamused look at bucky.

"'might as well kiss her'? that's your chivalry?"

"clearly he knew exactly what i meant."

"don't highroad me right now."

peter nearly burst through the balcony doors, breathless and relieved to see you still out there.

you turned back to look at him, a smile washing over your features as you noticed it was peter out there with you. you were kind as ever, greeting him by name, but there was a sadness lingering in your eyes.

he approached you hastily, immediately reaching out for your hands as soon as he was within reach. you took them gladly, an inquisitive look settling on your face.

"i'm not going to fuck this up again." he panted.

you shot him a look. "what?"

he pulled you in close before his monologue:

"(y/n), i'm so stupid. i should've kissed you. i should've kissed you so many times by now, and i haven't. i havent kissed you yet despite it being literally the only thing i've wanted to do for the past week and a half. and that's so fucking stupid."

he took a step to reposition himself.

"this, i-i mean, you have given me some really big emotions after I've experienced a great deal of loss, and... and i think that's been a little hard to navigate. but i don't want it to be. i really like feeling this way with you. and i really want to kiss you."

you let out a soft chuckle as you shyed away from his forwardness, a blush raging across your cheeks. you felt peter's finger lift your chin to face him, and you met his eyes once more.

"(y/n), i cannot fucking believe that i didn't kiss you.

how... how do you feel about me, now?"

you felt like your heart was going to burst. you felt grateful for all the times he didn't kiss you so that you could be here in this moment, right now.

peter swore he'd never seen you smile bigger than at that moment. before he could even reciprocate, you grabbed him and pulled him in by his tie, finally connecting your lips for the first time. peter melted into you immediately, his hands flying up to hold the sides of your face as though he was afraid to lose you. you snaked your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, reassuring him you were exactly where you wanted to be.

after what felt like the shortest lifetime, you pulled away in a gasp for air, earning a chuckle from peter. he took a step back, mouth agape as he admired you in your entirety. he gave you a sweet smile before another soft peck on your lips, his contagious smile bleeding into the kiss.

with your foreheads pressed together, peter took a deep breath, a laugh interrupting the exhale. you looked up.

"what?"

"i just can't believe we could've been doing that this whole time."

"i think this one was worth the wait."

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demon-at-peace · 7 hours ago

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DP + DC

hi kinda forgot about Tumblr, anyhow I've got a idea, also swear I'll work on my Danny/Dick thing soon, sorry ya'll,

The magic users were scared. A being had taken the throne of the infinite realms, they said he called himself Phantom. So they searched for him, old documents, books, even the internet. they found him, Amity parks hero.

Then vigilante had vanished, as had one Daniel Fenton at the exact same time. The bats were paranoid, everyone knew that. They didn't believe in coincidences. This wasn't a coincidence. So since they had nothing on Phantom they looked into Daniel.

He was missing even had a untouched file at the police station, had been reported absent at sixteen by his sister. She'd just come home from college. And he wasn't there, her bother wasn't there. the parents hadn't noticed, but Jazz had said they would have noticed if he'd been gone for a month.

The file didn't really have a lot on the teen. They knew his general height and weight, 5'5 and around 105 pounds. That was from a doctor visit when he was fourteen so likely inaccurate. They also knew his hobbies, he liked chemistry and hung around the school computer lab. That was all they knew, his parents weren't helpful and his friends didn't trust them.

Sam Mason and Tucker Foley glared at them. They stared him in the eyes and told him he's safe. They knew where he was, they had contact. But not through any device in amity park. So obviously it had been some time since they'd made contact.

Jazz Fenton had stared at them, told them they hadn't cared when it mattered, told them Amity had killed him. Told them he was safe. Told them he finally had people on his side and they should leave it alone. Then she slammed the door.

She too hadn't contacted him on any device or through mail. No none of them had made contact with Daniel. There were no taxi rides, flights, meet up texts, no letters, no anything. How they had contacted him was a mystery.

So all that was left was to contact Phantom. The High King. The Realms Savoir. The Defeater of Pariah Dark. The Protector of the Dead. The being that could destroy them with a snap of his fingers.

The summoning spell was extensive, dozens of runes, circles and magic that had to be channeled into it. Constantine finished the chant and the circle lit up. Bright Lazarus green, it spun, the circles shift and it glows brighter, suddenly there was something there.

It wasn't human, not quite it looked wrong, eyes that were green pools, their skin pale, almost blue like a corpses. Their hair a snowy white, almost floating as though there was no gravity. His crown looked like the aurora borealis, he wore a cloak, a solid black flowing around him, he looked like death. Like the depictions of the grim reapers in fairy tales.

"Well hello there," the beings voice is smooth ringing, not scratchy at all, smooth perfect English, but it feels otherworldly. It feels wrong, the beings very presence feels wrong, like they are defying the universe.

"Greetings to high king Phantom of the infinite realms," Diana takes lead, she bows, and the others fall suit. And he laughs, the sound is wrong, beautiful, hypnotizing and wrong. Horribly wrong, it sounds like the laugh of a dead man, echoing and forever haunting.

"You needn't do that," he smiles with teeth that are far too sharp, "But if we must," he bows his head, "Greetings to Diana of Themyscira, Batman Gotham's favorite Knight, Kal-El one of Krypton's last, and John Constantine the Hellblazer. What can I do for you?"

The heroes swallow nervously, starring at him, "Our magic users tell us that there has been a massive shift in power and that is why cults are forming quickly, and attempting to summon something," Batman starts starring at the being not daring to look away.

'Have they?" It tilts it's head, and laughs softly, "I should deal with that I suppose, Cults are quite annoying, they always bring so much death," they muse, they say the last word differently though. In a way as though it is a mere annoyance. "What else?" it looks at them and they shudder.

"How did you come to power, why now?" Batman asks. it looks at him, he feels himself shudder.

"The king who ruled wrong chose the wrong person to mess with, I was young barely dead really," they grin cheerfully, "I ripped his soul to shreds, I fought with bared teeth." They laugh, "But I wasn't old enough to take the crown, even if it was already mine. That time came to pass, so I took the crown, and the Realms finally acknowledged my rule."

Constantine stares at him, he hadn't just fought Pariah Dark, he'd done it barely dead, probably before he'd been dead for two hundred years. He was dangerous. More so than they could have imagined.

"Thank you for answering, could I ask one more thing?" Batman asks tentatavaly.

"Sure," The being stares at him.

"What happened in Amity Park?" His voice is steady by some miracle.

The being gnashes it's teeth, it laughs hollowly, "I died, what did you think happened?" they snarl at him, "Why did you think I stayed there so long, they never cared for me, really a terrible choice of haunt," they laugh again. "But it was mine."

Mine, past tense, something happened, something terrible from his tone of voice. Daniel Fenton missing, Phantom leaving, his friends claiming He's safe, that he has someone, that Amity killed him. Oh. Oh. Daniel Fenton had died, and his lover had left, to be with him, and he hadn't returned. Because the people he protected had killed his lover.

"I'm sorry," he bows his head, hoping the being won't kill him for asking. He feels sorry, he wishes he notices sooner. It was like someone asking about Jason's death.

'It's fine, is that all?" the being asks sharply. They nod and he is gone the circle glowing as the circles shift back to their original arrangement.

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basically the batman/Bruce thing but with Danny/phantom. Also yes I forgot the others were present oops. Also sorry for forgetting about tumblr. My brain kinda got depressed, I tried to pierce my ears (failed), and kinda thought i'd be dead by now so am just floundering.

Anyhow thanks to everyone on here, you are all so nice, at least the people who I've interacted with so far! So thanks!

Bye :)

#danny fenton #dpxdc #justice league #john constantine #batman #diana of themyscira #clark kent #ghost king danny #eldritch danny

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marigold-hills · 1 day ago

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the moon statue part 2

(part 1)

The man’s eyes are the pretty amber-gold of the perfect cup of tea Sirius hands him. Rich and deep. They changed from wolf-yellow slowly. The hatred stayed the same.

On the table between them Sirius puts down one of the sandwiches he brought with himself, an apple and a bar of muggle chocolate. Dairy Milk, his favourite.

“Run out of slabs of raw meat did you?” The man asks, eyeing the food with mistrust. “Or are you finally going to do away with me? Could of done better for the last meal.”

His hands are slender and fingers scar-torn and calloused. He picks up the chocolate and turns it to have a better look, the purple wrapper crinkling in his grip. “What’s this then?”

The man has a slightly odd accent and speaks the way Sirius never heard anyone speak before. Sirius found him in a Manor he didn’t even know existed. Somewhere no one has been in many, many years.

Only the fact that the man doesn’t recognise the instantly recognisable chocolate tips Sirius to just how long he must have been there.

He takes it from his hands and rips the packaging, breaks off a piece, then one for himself. Gives one to the man and eats the other. It’s a bit cold on his tongue but that’s how he likes it best - the moment it starts to melt in his mouth and coat him with flavour.

The man takes it, eats it. Sirius sees it, plain as day, the moment he truly tastes it.

“I’ve inherited the Manor,” he tells the man, part to clear the air part to clear his conscience. “This is the first time I’ve ever heard of you.”

The man lets out something like a scoff. Sirius breaks him off another piece of the chocolate.

“Dear old Lord Sirius finally kicked it then? My condolences. May the devil dance on his grave.”

Sirius is third of his name. Before him there were two, his great grandfather and a great uncle before that. He remembers they were both born in the 18 hundredths.

“My name is Sirius, too,” he tells him instead.

“Of course it is.” The man reaches for the sandwich with a brashness Sirius sees right through. His fingers are shaking. “All about the family line with you lot. Are you the nephew then? Heard he had one named after him.”

Sirius the first, then. Four generations. Dead a hundred years before Sirius was even born.

The man finishes the sandwich, eats the rest of the chocolate with a hesitant kind of curiosity. “I won’t go back in there,” he tells Sirius with a surety betrayed by the waver in his eyes. “You’ll have to kill me,” this. Said without falter.

“I wasn’t planning on putting you back in there.”

It’s clear the man doesn’t believe him, and Sirius can’t blame him. A hundred years as stone and before that, the company of an insane man.

“What will you do with me then? Opening a circus? Potion ingredients?”

“You’re free to leave. But once you see the world as it is now, you might not want to.”

Sirius can see the words unlocking the realisation. “How long?” The man asks.

Sirius tells him and the man doesn’t react. He’s holding the mug and it stays firmly in his hands. His eyes don’t widen nor do they narrow.

“Steep price, your uncle took for what he gave,” he finally says and Sirius remembers, from those long-ago lessons on his family history, that they used to do this - offer help to the needy for indentured service.

“What did you need?”

“I asked make it so I’m human at the full moons. Didn’t expect him to make me a wolf on the rest of the month.”

Careful what you wish for, Sirius’ mother used to say when he was a child. You never know what the cost will be.

Careful what you give, his father would add, magic is your birthright. Get a payment worth the work.

“I’ll take care of you,” Sirius says, knowing that the price was already paid.

“And in exchange?” The man has learnt his lesson. A hundred years too late, but he’s learnt it. Sirius thinks of the thousand full moons between then and now and the transformation on the cold stone floor.

“Nothing,” Sirius says. “Just your name.”

Eventually, by the morning, the man tells him.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #remus x sirius #dead gay wizards #fanfic #marauders era #marigold micros #R/s

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sylusonychinus · 3 days ago

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Episode 10 – I'm Not that Girl

The problem wasn’t the booth.

At least, that’s what Reader told herself as she stood in front of the half-finished setup, staring blankly at the large banner that should’ve had a bold, compelling heading by now. Instead, it remained empty—a glaring reminder of how stuck she felt.

She had been at this for hours, running in circles, her mind clouded with everything but what she needed to focus on.

It wasn’t just about the right words. It was about meaning.

The hospital was holding a health awareness event, and every department was tasked with setting up a booth that represented their work. Reader had been put in charge of hers, and while everything else was in place—the visuals, the pamphlets, the overall design—she couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out the perfect phrase to encapsulate what their hospital meant to the people who walked through its doors.

Frustrated, she ran a hand through her hair.

"You look like you need a break," a voice said.

She turned to see Jeremiah standing there, holding out a cup of coffee.

Reader blinked at him.

"Take it," he urged. "Before your brain short-circuits."

She sighed but took the cup, the warmth seeping into her fingers. "Thanks."

Jeremiah leaned against the table, studying the unfinished banner. "So, what’s the holdup?"

"I don’t know," she admitted. "I just… can’t find the right words."

Jeremiah hummed. "Okay, let’s think about it differently. What do you think the hospital is for our patients?"

Reader frowned, sipping her coffee.

What was the hospital to its patients?

It was a place of healing. A place of hope. A place where people fought for their lives, where they put their trust in the hands of doctors who carried the weight of those lives on their shoulders.

Her mind drifted, unbidden, to him.

To Zayne.

To the way he carried himself in the OR—focused, precise, unwavering. The way his hands moved, steady and sure, no hesitation, no room for doubt.

She thought of the way he stayed with his patients, how he made sure they were okay even after surgery, how he spoke to them with a calm reassurance that made them believe they would get through it.

She thought of the way he had looked at her that night in his apartment, the way he had touched her with such tenderness it had stolen her breath.

Zayne was the embodiment of perseverance. He was the reason patients walked out of this hospital alive.

She set her coffee down and reached for the marker.

And for the first time in hours, she knew exactly what to write.

—

She didn’t leave the office until late.

After finalizing the preparations for the booth, making sure every detail was in place, she packed up her things, her body heavy with exhaustion. But even as she stepped out into the quiet hospital lobby, there was something lighter in her chest.

She had spent so long admiring Zayne—his skill, his brilliance, his strength. But tonight, she had finally named what she felt.

It wasn’t just admiration.

It wasn’t just attraction.

She loved him.

The realization settled in her chest like an anchor, terrifying and undeniable.

She loved him.

It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Because loving him changed nothing.

She still couldn’t have him.

Her steps slowed as she neared the exit.

And then—

She saw him.

Zayne.

Standing near the glass doors, his tall frame relaxed, his hands tucked into his coat pockets.

But he wasn’t alone.

Reader’s breath caught as her gaze landed on the woman standing next to him.

She didn’t have to guess who she was.

MC.

The woman he was engaged to.

The woman who wasn’t her.

Reader’s stomach twisted violently.

MC was smiling, her hand reaching out to brush something off Zayne’s sleeve. Zayne didn’t pull away. He didn’t tense. If anything, he looked… comfortable.

Like this was normal. Like this was right.

And suddenly, the realization that had filled her heart only moments ago felt like a cruel joke.

She loved him.

And she could never have him.

The ache in her chest was suffocating, pressing against her ribs, curling around her heart like barbed wire.

She should look away. She should walk away.

But she couldn’t.

Because even though it hurt, she wanted to memorize this moment.

Wanted to remember what it felt like to love someone who would never be hers.

And so, she stood there—watching, aching, breaking.

Until finally, she turned and walked out the doors, leaving behind the man she could never call her own.

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what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque · 1 year ago

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Omggggg so I'm only like 5 mins into the BG3 epilogue and I already love everything about it so far ❤️ I had to write out my current initial thoughts about each romanced spawn!Astarion option.

So of course I couldn't resist and saved right when Astarion asks about what's next in the relationship/what you want so I could see everything & ughhhh my Tav & him are so cute with every option. I am still SO TORN between the 2nd/3rd options of underdark or sun cure.

On the one hand i'm like yeah! My Tav is an optimist so let's go find you a way to be in the sun again!! but also I kiiiinda feel like we have a responsibility to go help out a bit with the spawn in the underdark even though when it was discussed earlier in my game he said he wasn't going to volunteer for that (another positive imo though is underdark = less constantly worrying about the sun coming up, outside of nights where we decide to go topside). It's a lil messy, but so is he, and it's also a way for him to deal with the consequences of his choices - a theme brought up frequently in his story.

His reactions are v. cute about the "let's be heroes" and "quiet life" options too but that seems less... fulfilling or a good fit for them imo?? Being heroes is fine, but either way that doesn't really address the very real problems that would come up while living with him (and felt like a weird fairytale ending cop-out) so I didn't want to do that

I love love love that most options say the next 6 months with Tav are a happy contrast to the past 200 years, but I'm sad you don't get that line if you go with the underdark option (but I do love that you get to make a fortress a "home" which is great cause he def enjoyed like... all of the ruins in the game haha). So i'm still sitting here like a clown debating on what I'll "officially do" 😭 Probably doesn't matter and you can headcanon whatever but still haha. I want to do both, why can't we live in the underdark but take little adventures in Faerun to go find leads on items or spells or whatever that might be able to let him go enjoy the sun!?! Also my Tav is a half-elf so she'll need to figure out how to expand her lifespan to better match his if they're gonna "have forever" like he says. There's no way they're just spending all their time down there just being leaders (and let's be real he'll have relevant input of course, but it's your Tav probably making most of the better judgement calls lol)

Lastly, I haven't peeked at his reaction to the last option yet but can I also just say @ Larian WTF stop offering me opportunities to break up with him!! I mean I'm sure some people do it and want this, but after everything you're telling me your OC is gonna wake up all adorably next to your sweetie & break up with whoever you romanced right after you saved the world!?? Nah, couldn't be me lol, no matter who I picked that is not the goddamn time for a breakup you heartless person lmao

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #can't wait to finish work and fully enjoy this epilogue today 😭#it was like 1am when I beat the game and I had to just stop and go to bed #if you see this & you romanced him & kept him a spawn please tell me what yall did i need to know!#i am here for the headcanons too #astarion x tav #i am here with my feels yall #first playthrough beating this game and I want it to be perfect lol #and you better believe i'm gonna be using the freecam later with all his reactions because i'm down bad for this fictional man #pk plays bg3

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dracimexidae · 5 months ago

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What better workout for my arms than working this beast of a thread right here 🥵

#i wonder #crochet #my right bicep is surely working - this ribbon is quite hard to use #not particularly elastic - which in a way it's good for a bag #but especially with this point i'm struggling a bit #i'm not even sure i'll have enough ribbon to finish this bag but whatever #i'll find a way somehow - i just need to get my mind off things #this summer learning crochet has been a blessing #i tried years ago and didn't succeed so i set it aside #it always bothered me a bit not being able to do it #then i found motivation to try again few months ago and finally something clicked #and i managed to create my first bags and berets #which are far from perfect but i am still rather proud of them #and moreover it's an activity that can relax me a bit and good to keep things off my mind for a little while #even if in this case i'm not much of a fan of ribbons lol #i believe it's a pretty popular thread to use lately for bags do i wanted to try it #but i'm not very enthusiastic about it - i prefer working with other threads and yarns #not that i know many already but among the few i've worked with this isn't my favourite

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ruvviks · 1 year ago

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trembling hands for vitali? 👀👀

TREMBLING HANDS [x] characters >> nick vossler (oc), vitali dobrynin (oc) context >> november 2067; it's the morning after this fic takes place, vitali is in college and in general not dealing with everything that's going on in his life well total >> 2.2k words warnings >> alcohol mention, drugs mention, nick being a bit of a dick in general, nsfw mention, portrayal of a toxic relationship (these men make each other worse)

The old and decrepit apartment building in the Glen was freezing cold. Not all that surprising for that time of the year; and stacking overdue electric bills had put an end to Vitali’s access to the place’s central heating, but he was not allowed to complain. If anything, he was lucky to still be able to call it his home at all to begin with.

He woke up with a throbbing headache and a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, and despite the good amount of sleep he had managed to get he still found himself struggling to properly wake up. His ailments were the result of mostly dehydration- though taking the amount of drugs and alcohol in his system the night before, it was safe to assume it was not the only problem at play.

Vitali rarely suffered terrible hangovers. Nothing a glass of water and an ibuprofen couldn’t fix; and whenever he had classes the next morning he still always showed up on time, wearing his best fake smile as always and a mood that was still of questionable quality but never worse than it usually was.

Though that morning was different.

The bleak sunlight that poured in from underneath the curtain of the single window in the living room barely raised the temperature inside his apartment. All it did was cast a single, bright ray of sunshine directly into Vitali’s eyes, an annoyance greater than his comfort on the twin size mattress on the floor to the point he found himself unable to fall back asleep.

He groaned and carefully rolled himself on his side, dragging the covers with him as he slowly attempted to get up. His entire body was sore; had not slept in the greatest position, but the sex he’d had with Nick the night before- pressed against the wall of the expensive nightclub’s hallway- had absolutely not helped either, and the moment he finally managed to stand up he nearly sank through his knees again from the pain in his upper right leg.

Consequences of his own actions.

Vitali knew better than to wallow in his misery, well aware he had caused it entirely himself, no one else to blame. It was not as if he would learn; next week he would make the same old mistakes all over again, a broken record doomed to play on repeat until his trembling hands would lose their grip entirely and he would spiral down into a freefall.

He managed to find his way to the kitchen, still wrapped in the covers as he opened one of the mismatched cupboards to look for a clean cup; could not find any and instead took a dirty one out of the sink, rinsing it a few times before pouring himself some apple juice.

His gaze caught his phone as he brought the glass to his lips, the cracked and dirty screen lighting up from the kitchen countertop beside his keys and wallet and showing- nineteen unread messages and eleven missed calls?

‘What the fuck?’ he mumbled under his breath, lowering the glass again and setting it back as he grabbed his phone instead, blanket over his shoulders dropping down on the floor.

Unsurprisingly so, all of it was Nick’s doing. It would not be the first time he had obsessively tried to get Vitali’s attention; far from it, in fact, a man desperate for validation as well as forgiveness each and every time he had done something wrong. Though as far as Vitali was concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened when they’d seen each other in the club- and his curiosity was winning over his exasperation.

Naturally, he did not hesitate when Nick’s name popped up in the middle of his screen again.

‘What do you fucking want?’ Vitali asked, voice possibly a little harsher than he had meant for as he quickly pulled his half-opened flannel back over his exposed shoulder when he heard loud knocking on the front door. Nick did not respond at first- and Vitali quickly figured out why, swinging the door open and instantly being met with the other man, holding up his own phone with an annoyed frown on his face.

‘Eleven fuckin’ times, V,’ he said, lowering his hand at the same time as Vitali did. ‘What’s wrong with you?’

‘Twelve, actually, counting this one,’ Vitali simply spat back, demonstratively hanging up and tossing his phone back on the kitchen counter from where he stood. ‘And you’re the one showing up at my place at fuck o’clock in morning.’

‘It’s two in the afternoon!’

‘Same thing.’

Nick cursed under his breath and stepped inside, tugging on Vitali’s flannel- drawing a protesting, somewhat startled scoff from his lips- to then button it all the way to the top.

‘You need to learn to put on some clothes,’ he muttered, brushing some of Vitali’s hair out of his face to prevent it from getting stuck between the buttons. A surprisingly gentle touch; Vitali sometimes forgot he was still capable of that, after everything that had happened.

‘I’m wearing clothes.’ Vitali paused, noticing Nick’s eyeroll and he punched his shoulder in response, not too hard but not being playful either. ‘Comfort of my own home! Get out if you don’t like it.’

‘More clothes,’ Nick sneered, gesturing at Vitali’s mostly naked legs. ‘And wear ‘em properly. I could see your tits.’

‘So? You’ve seen them before. Did not hear you complain yesterday.’

‘It’s freezing in here!’

‘What’s your fucking point, Nick?!’

Vitali’s voice nearly echoed through the whole hallway behind the other man and silence washed over the apartment, both of them taking a few steps back at the same time. Vitali watched as Nick clenched his jaw and briefly turned around to close the front door, then vaguely gestured around into the room.

‘Was worried,’ he said, and shrugged. ‘Didn’t hear anything from you when I texted if you got home safely. Jackie couldn’t tell me where you were. Jen has me blocked now, wasn’t of any fuckin’ use either- no idea what that’s all about. Where did you go?’

Vitali was not entirely sure how to answer him.

He could barely remember it, was the truth. Everything that had happened after he had walked away from Nicky in that sweaty and suffocating hallway was merely a blur to him now, though he did remember spending another good hour or two stumbling around before he had been able to find his way to the exit.

He vaguely remembered the rain; could vaguely recall getting soaked and taking a cab elsewhere, the air-conditioning inside freezing him down to the bone. He had not gone home yet- had needed more to be able to forget, to wash off the feeling of Nick’s hands on his body and to drown out the voice in his head screaming at him to stop and go home, get his act together while he still could.

‘Took the long way home, I guess,’ he finally managed to say, hesitance dripping from his lips with each and every word he spoke and Nick’s eyes narrowed a little.

‘Couldn’t find a moment to text me back?’ he asked.

‘Did not think you’d care.’

‘Oh, that’s foul.’

‘Usually you don’t. I don’t know what you want me to say.’

Another silence as a sharp, exasperated sigh left Nick’s lips and he averted his gaze to the ceiling. Acting annoyed, but on the losing end- Vitali was right and both parties knew that very well, Nick’s sudden concern entirely out of the blue considering he usually left his phone off for several days after an argument.

‘Why are you really here?’ Vitali asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and taking another step back, keeping as much distance between himself and the other man as possible. Not out of fear; moreso disgust, unable to believe he’d let Nick do whatever he wanted to him, again, the money much needed but the aftermath and the memories of it embarrassing him to his core in a way he hadn’t even known was possible.

Maybe Jenny was right this time.

Not as if that mattered much. She hadn’t reached out to him at all anymore.

‘I just- wanted to apologize for yesterday,’ Nick mumbled in response. ‘Wasn’t all too nice to you, from what I remember.’

‘You weren’t, no.’ Vitali paused, licked his lips, and gestured at Nick. ‘Go ahead. Apologize.’

‘I just did.’

‘You didn’t.’

‘Fucking hell, Dobrynin-!’

‘What! Saying you want to apologize is not the same as apologizing-’

‘You’re so fucking pretentious, you know that?’

The sharp edge to Nick’s voice made Vitali scoff and he sucked in a shallow breath, adrenaline rushing through his system until the hairs on his arms stood up straight. His body was bracing itself; not expecting a physical blow- even Nick knew better than to sink that low- simply another mental one, a blow to his ego he would carry with him into the next week until his next mistake would come along and take its place.

‘Maybe you’re right,’ Nick bluntly said and threw up his hands in exasperation. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t’ve come. You’re not making it very easy to be worried about you, you know that? And then one day when you do need the help I won’t be here. No one will.’

‘Right, because every time before today when you weren’t there for me by your own fucking choice, that could not have happened, of course,’ Vitali mockingly replied and gestured at the door. ‘You are just trying to cover for yourself now. Get out if you don’t have anything nice to say.’

‘I love you.’

The statement caught Vitali a little off guard and he slowly lowered his hands, standing unmoving as Nick walked closer to him and cupped his face in both hands, strands of Vitali’s long, bleached hair getting caught between his fingers.

‘I love you,’ he quietly repeated himself, thumbs running in circles over Vitali’s cheeks, ‘and I just wish you’d let me.’

Vitali’s eyes slowly moved over Nick’s face- the little marks covering his cheekbones, the acne scarring roughening the skin of his cheeks and jaw, the little bump in his nose caused by a broken bone that had not healed all too well-

He reminded him of Mikhail, sometimes.

But they were not the same.

‘I’ve given you enough chances and you walk away every single fucking time,’ Vitali quietly replied, moving up his hand to place it over Nick’s and he softly kissed his palm. ‘What do I need to do to make you stay?’

Nick couldn’t answer. And Vitali knew that.

Both of them had fucked up more than enough times; both had walked away before, justified, sometimes not, in the heat of the moment or when things just got a little too boring for their liking. They got annoyed about everything they were and fought about everything they were not and instead of talking things out like normal people they would get drunk, get naked, and pretend like nothing had happened the next day.

‘You’re complicated,’ Nick finally said, gently brushing some of Vitali’s hair out of his face.

‘So are you,’ Vitali merely replied, making a biting motion at Nick’s hand who in response cupped his face and leaned in closer to kiss him, a somewhat metallic taste to his lips Vitali could not quite place.

‘I love you,’ he mumbled into the kiss, slowly draping his arms over Nick’s shoulders and pulling him closer until there was no space left between their bodies. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of Nick’s neck- and the other man reciprocated the hug, one hand on Vitali’s back and the other in his hair.

‘Have somethin’ to eat, take it easy today,’ he quietly said, slowly pulling back and fixing the collar of Vitali’s flannel. ‘I’ll see you again tomorrow, okay?’

‘Okay.’

The silences that followed were always the worst.

Watching Nick walk away again, leave through that very same door he had only just arrived through and wishing he would stop, come back inside, stay just a little longer. Whether Vitali had fucked it up for himself this time or not, he was no longer sure; it was impossible to tell what Nick’s true intentions were. Vitali usually was nothing more than a stopover to him.

And of course he wished it was different. If he could have it his way, Nick wasn’t such an asshole all the time. Wouldn’t just be using him for his own pleasure, wouldn’t just come and go as he pleased without taking Vitali’s feelings into account. And in return, Vitali wouldn’t have to return the attitude.

Had Nick even started it all? He wasn’t all that sure anymore.

Vitali scoffed at nobody in particular and walked through the room to the window, sitting himself down on the windowsill to stare outside. He was still cold, but it did not do anything to him anymore- his head was elsewhere, and the shivers running up and down his spine were the least of his worries.

At least I’ll see him again tomorrow.

At least he would always come back.

#asks #devilbrakers #writing asks #nuclearwriting #HEHE THAMK YOU. i've been meaning to finish this fic for a while now but never got to it #but this prompt was perfect for it >:^)#vitali being such a fuckup in his younger years is something that can be so special to me actually #the amount of work it took to get to where he is in life now is so admirable and also makes me insane #because so many people still believe that he got all that he has now because of the status of his family. when that's not true at all!!!#he lost everything at several points in his life and had to start over and over and over again and he fought so hard for what he has now #anyway i'm normal about this man yes why do you ask #finally gave nick a last name also <3 i do not like him but also i'm studying him like a bug in a petri dish

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