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paracosmenthusiast · 5 months ago

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The Apple Orchard

A very quick Neo x Reader AU in an apple orchard... Just some more lovely Keanu fluff <3

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Sweet, spicy cinnamon wafted up toward your face, splintered by the scent of warm, fresh apple.

With a long sigh, you kicked your legs out, stretching your arms up above your head. Your apple cider in question was sitting on the folding table in front of you, right next to a stack of cardboard boxes and a slightly sticky scale that had seen better and considerably less fruity days.

Working at the you-pick apple orchard was one of your better seasonals, and even one that you could almost claim you enjoyed. If it wasn’t for days like this—slow days when nobody even stopped by to check out the place, and you were alone with a cloudy sky and a chilly breeze.

Currently, you were resting your feet after taking a long lap around the orchard, trusting that at nearly seven pm (quitting time!) on a Sunday, you wouldn’t be particularly busy with customers. And if any customers had stopped by and noticed the back-in-five sticky note you’d placed on the scale, they hadn’t stuck around to greet you.

Which you were fine with. Just fine with.

Theeen you heard the rolling crunch of tires on asphalt, and you snapped to attention, jolting upright in your chair and leaning forward to scan the driveway. It was shielded by apple trees, by you could make out headlights through the leaves and branches.

The sun was long gone by now, as result of the ever-lengthening autumn nights, and at that moment, staring dumbly at headlights, shivering in cute but seasonally ineffective overalls, you started to get a little wary.

What was the groundskeeper’s name? Gary? Garrett? Was he working today? You reached for the lockbox, fumbling with the key in the dark to get to the little list of phone numbers you’d been left with.

A quiet clearing-of-the-throat had you looking up from your unsuccessful attempt to open the lockbox, and you were rewarded with a tall guy, about your age, looking a little perplexed. Brow slightly furrowed. “Sorry, is the orchard closed?”

He was tall, dark, and his voice was deliciously husky, like he’d just woken up. You stared at him for a moment, suddenly feeling that your overalls were more than enough to keep you warm, and then you realized he was waiting for a response.

“Oh—no! No, sorry, we’re still open! You can take a box, and, um, really it’s self explanatory, just go and pick to your heart’s content and then I’ll weigh you out at the end.” You hurried up from your seat, pulling the stack of boxes apart so you could hand one to him.

He walked forward, reaching out to take the box from you, and rewarded you with an adorably crooked smile.

You melted at that, gazing back at him and thinking you could stare into those pretty brown eyes forever.

“Are you...” He let out a short laugh and stepped forward, pushing his hair out of his eyes so he could smile at you again. “Working much longer?”

“Just until 7.” Then you would have to pack up, stash the table, the chair, the lockbox… Call the groundskeeper…

“Hey,” he said, quietly, and you snapped back to alert, feeling your cheeks brighten in response.

“Sorry. Excuse me. It’s been a long 12 hours.” You laughed, but the sound was weak.

He glanced over his shoulder, absently flipping the cardboard box over in his hands, and then looked back at you with a rakish grin that stole the wind from your lungs. “Okay, crazy idea here. But I could really use the help of an apple expert like you. I’m home for the holidays and Mom wants to bake this pie from scratch with me...”

He raised his eyebrows, trailing off expectantly, still turning the box over and over.

Absolutely. You definitely wanted to show him the best trees to pick from. He could reach for all the high-up apples you’d spent the last 12 hours staring at. What were the chances of another person coming by the booth in the last 15 minutes before closing?

You came out from around the table, forcing yourself to walk leisurely and not to run, and flipped the sign on the table to CLOSED.

“Sure,” you pointed him down the nearest lane of trees, fighting back a smile of your own. “All the best ones are down this way.”

He tucked the box under his arm, falling in step beside you, and just as you were congratulating yourself on keeping your composure in front of an incredibly attractive guy, it happened.

Your foot landed on a rotten apple and you slipped.

Just as you were cursing the groundskeeper, already preparing for the mortification of falling in front of said incredibly attractive guy, fate intervened. You felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you sharply to the side, so your back was pressed to his chest.

You froze. He froze. Collectively, your breaths fogged in the poor lighting, a cloud of frozen particles hanging in front of your faces.

He released you, and that husky voice was nearly urgent. “Are you alright?”

You turned to face him, blaming the pink to your cheeks on the dropping temperatures. “I’m fine! Thank you. For catching...”

He was holding onto your hand. When did that happen? His hand was warm, his palm and fingers calloused but gentle.

“Um,” you said, rather breathlessly, because you were still so close and his touch had incited a furor of butterflies in your stomach.

“You sure you’re alright? Your fingers are freezing.” His voice dropped, so you had to lean in to hear, and then he flashed you a quick, brilliant smile, there for an instant before he was looking at you very seriously.

“I don’t know.” You feigned intense worry. “It could be a precursor to frostbite, don’t you think?”

That smile came back, and he dropped the cardboard box, taking both of your hands in his and pulling you forward, even closer, so you were nearly touching, so he could bring your hands close to his face. For an instant, you were certain he would kiss your knuckles, but instead he breathed out, slowly, blowing warm air over your frozen digits.

You shivered, but this time it wasn’t the cold.

“You think… Maybe we should get out of here? Warm up someplace.” He released your hands, and moved instead to grasp your shoulders, one hand sliding down your ribs and hovering at your hip.

“What about the apples?” Your voice came out a whisper, a breath that froze in the air and dissipated just as quickly. With your hand pressed to his chest you could feel his heart beating, hard. He licked his lips, glanced away, and by the time he met your eyes again, you had all the answer you needed.

He gripped your chin, gently, brushing his thumb along the length of your jaw. Eyes fixed on your lips.

You were studying him, too, mesmerized by the pale of his skin and dark of his eyes and hair, by the little scar running through his eyebrow. He leaned in, and you tipped your head back, sliding your hand up from his chest to the back of his neck.

His lips brushed your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and you kissed him before he could pull away.

It was wonderful—his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you sharply to his chest, the smell of his cologne, something spicy and subdued but still tingling in your nose as you breathed. Felt him, grinning as he kissed you, as his teeth grazed your lip.

It was wonderful, and then it was over. Just as quickly as it happened, he pulled back, keeping your chest pressed to his but looking you over very carefully.

You were overwhelmed, almost, by the look on his face, his eyes fixed on something about your throat. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline making your hands shake.

Slowly, he raised a hand, abandoning his grip on your hip. Instead, he looped a finger through the dainty chain around your neck, pulling it out from underneath your shirt.

He studied it, the white gold charm depicting a rabbit, for only an instant before his eyes flicked back up to meet yours.

That rakish grin spreading quick over his face.

“What?” You were breathless. Chest heaving.

He leaned back in, letting your necklace fall back to its place against your throat. “Nothing. Just think I may have been looking for you.”

You pushed your fingers into his hair and guided his lips back to yours.

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#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #neo x reader #the matrix #the matrix au #fluff #paracosmenthusiast

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raptorix · 7 months ago

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A non-spoiler/low-spoiler writeup of my experience attending Critical Role Live Show at The Greek

The Non-Spoiler part:

My research and planning paid off! Pre-paid for my shuttle tickets and knew where to go and what to bring. I thought I'd need something to keep me busy during number crunching in the fights and brought my Switch, but found I didn't need it. ((I ended up waiting on the slow wifi to load Tumblr instead.))

Got there, bathroom break first, got in line for food, and I only had time to line up for either food or merch, so food first. Spent a half an hour in line, ate hastily on a picnic bench nearby, refilled my water bottle at the drinking fountain near the bathroom, then hiked up to my seat in the nosebleeds with my leftover fries in hand.

Shoutout to all the cosplayers!! I was having fun noticing them all while waiting for food & heading up to my seat. My row had a pretty good Keyleth cosplayer! While in line for food there was a trio cosplaying LoVM Scanlan, Pike, and Scanlan's Hand spell XD.

My row was full, and it's like airplane seating, so its not very comfortable if you're a wide person with minor claustrophobia issues. But my interest in the show and everyone trying to respectfully keep their space made it bearable. I also brought ear plugs because I value my hearing health and didn't want to injure myself, and the guy immediately to my right Could Cheer With Volume, and noticed me putting ear plugs in after his first very loud cheer. After intermission I went up a few rows to a fully empty row to be more comfortable by myself.

I also beelined to a merch booth with the shortest line during intermission and got a Live Show shirt & poster (that I gotta hang up today!)

I also anticipated the rush to leave, so I went to the bathroom in the last 15 minutes of the show, and missed what was said in the final cliffhanger. Thankfully I'll be able to catch that again on Thursday. :D Also because I was standing in the aisles for the wrap-up I was able to leave pretty quickly to get back on a shuttle to get home. Drive home was significantly faster & easier than the drive up. ((LA traffic even being terrible during a Saturday Afternoon!!!))

And now the low-spoilers/vague spoilers

Everyone's outfits were great!! The MC at the London Live Show gave a tight 5 intro with humor I didn't care for. Thankfully Brenan did a great job as a MC for this show! Concise, fun, and great energy! He joked about the socks selling faster than hot cakes and he was right--by intermission I didn't see any socks at any of the merch booths. I joked that Brenan would fill in as Tevin so Matt didn't have to juggle TWO friendly NPCs (along with the antagonist NPCs).

I assume they all discuss plans/intentions of the show before hand so they're not dicking around too much since the time slot *is* specific. I could tell Matt had pre-written notes for specific character monologues. Unless he does this for a lot more and I don't notice since I usually engage with the show as a podcast.

What I *did* predict is that Sam would return for the Live Show. With a new character!!! This guy will be interesting to get to know!! In Campaign 1, his character held a grudge against goblins for a specific backstory reason, then went and played one in Campaign 2. In Campaign 2, Nott/Veth flirted with an Aeormaton and a Minotaur, and now he's playing one of each in Campaign 3. :3

Being in a physical crowd instead of a chat room is more fun, because you can *hear* audience participation. Heard a guy assume Sam's new character was a cleric when he opened with using Divine Sense, and I whispered "That's a Paladin ability!"

Any more commentary will be a bit more spoilery, which I'm gonna restrain until we all get to see on Thursday.

#critical role #Critical Role Live Show Spoilers #Bell's Hells Live Show #Critical Role Live Show

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isleofair · 9 months ago

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Tiger & Bunny Week Day 5

Fan Theories and/or Predictions

I've been wanting to make this meta post for a long while, but since there was no way to reach any truly solid conclusions, I always ended up setting it aside.

But since today's prompt is fan theories... I figure I might as well give this the best go I can!

Today on "Aria fixates on scraps of collateral canon in an attempt to better figure out the Tiger & Bunny timeline, since the authors just will not give us the info straight up, dammit": when did each of the characters debut as a hero?

(under a cut for length and screenshots of actual excel spreadsheets lol)

So, we know the answer to that question for sure for about half of the heroes: Wild Tiger debuted in NC1967, Barnaby in NC1977, and the three new kids in NC1980 (at least in Stern Bild; Subaru worked for a little while as a hero in Panjourney before joining Hero TV).

(Yeah, the hero card of himself Kotetsu picks up in the pilot is technically for the '76-'77 season of Hero TV, so maybe it saying he's got 10 years of experience means his debut was actually in NC1966... but nothing says the cards don't get updated as the season goes on, and this isn't too relevant to my number crunching, anyway.)

As for the rest of them, we can make at least an attempt at (vaguely) guessing by analyzing the experience data on the Hero Cards, which you can see for Season 1 and The Rising here on the amazing Merch Wiki (shoutout to @tnbscans 😘), and for Season 2 here in an older post of mine, or here on Twitter (both courtesy of @Kazuko_01 over there).

This is a chart of the experience values in all the available hero cards:

The reason Barnaby's values are in yellow is that they really, REALLY tried to throw off all of my math 😅

See, the experience values seem to only take into account how many seasons of Hero TV (or an equivalent of it) you've appeared in, however briefly. (At some point I thought maybe becoming the King of Heroes would grant you bonus exp, but Karina doesn't seem to get a boost from the '79-'80 season, when the CD dramas tell us she tied with Keith and became the Queen of Heroes.)

Barnaby took essentially all of NC1979 off, spent a quarter of NC1980 in the Second League, and his score during the Rising is still an absurd 3/5. The only possible way that can even remotely work is that the time off is discounted entirely AND that the exp values aren't strictly proportional to your years of experience, but more along the lines of a curve (stretched every time to accomodate the longest career, Kotetsu's) where having been a hero for at least a season before, as opposed to being a rookie, gives you an additional point on the scale, and each subsequent point requires more years of extra experience.

(This would make a certain amount of sense: there's a lot of difference between being a total rookie and someone who's been on another season, or two, but not that much difference between having worked 9 or 10 seasons before.)

The crucial facts to make this work, and the reasons I had to discard a lot of other possible ways map the years to the exp values, are:

The cards, in spite of having 5 possible scores in S1 and The Rising and 6 possible scores in S2, really only ever have a baseline plus four extra values above it, since the 1/6 or 0.5/3 score in the S2 cards is unused (hence me counting the scores as "out of 3"). I initially thought maybe it was because all the S2 kids had some prior experience, since Subaru used to be a hero before coming to Stern Bild, but the manga tells us Thomas for sure did not, so it's not that (RIP Subaru for them ignoring your days as Hello Goodbye);

Bunny skips ahead two notches between his debut in the 1977-78 season and the 1979-80 season in The Rising;

Antonio goes from having max 5/5 experience along with Kotetsu in S1 to having a score of 2.5/3 (or 5/6), along with Nathan, Keith, and Ryan, in S2. This means he definitely debuted after Kotetsu, but before Nathan and Keith (and almost certainly Ryan).

With all of that in mind, this is the best possible thing I could personally come up with:

I marked down the two most likely ways to map the years to the exp values for each set of cards that still somehow work at the bottom (with blue being min experience if you debuted that year, and red being max). The fully grayed-out years are downright impossibilities (again, not counting Subaru's time as Hello Goodbye, since the cards don't); the softer gray is "very unlikely", the mid blue is "possible", and the deeper blue is "most likely" (thin border) or "sure" (thick border).

I didn't really try to come up with an arrangement that would let any of Ivan, Karina or Pao-Lin debut any earlier than NC1976, because a) both Ivan and Karina have conversations with their bosses in the pilot episode that really make it seem like the just-concluded season was their first, and b) as it is Pao-Lin already became a hero at TWELVE YEARS OLD and that's enough of a headache for me, thank you very much.

The riveting conclusions, assuming this makes any sort of sense at all (and that I didn't put way more thought into this than the people who made the cards did):

Antonio almost certainly debuted in NC1969 or NC 1970, two or three years after Kotetsu;

Ryan (whose experience outside of Stern Bild seems to be fully counted, sorry again, Subaru) doesn't appear in the S1 cards, so it's a little harder to narrow his debut down, but since he's apparently younger than Barnaby, which would make him a teenager for most (if not all) of his possible range of debut years, I'd very personally tend to put him more around NC1973 than anywhere else;

Nathan and Keith most likely debuted in either NC1971 or NC1972... but I would strongly argue that the only really viable year out of these two is NC1972. That is the year Tomoe died, and Nathan and Keith, before episode 1x09, had no idea at all that Kotetsu was ever even married, let alone a widower with a daughter. I simply cannot imagine Nathan, especially, witnessing a colleague she sees pretty much every day go through the loss of his wife, and not prying enough, either with Kotetsu himself or with Antonio (who is not terribly good at keeping Kotetsu's secrets, see ep 1x09 again), to eventually find out what was going on. If Tomoe died before October, when the 1972 season of hero TV started, Nathan and Keith, debuting that year, would have met Kotetsu only after the fact, which seems a lot more plausible.

(Yes, that last thing does support my cute headcanon of FireSky being almost polar-opposite rookies together, but to be fair, the headcanon itself came directly from this math, and not the other way around.)

If you read all of this, we are true siblings in T&B nerdery and ILU forever. Especially if you have any ideas on how to make the data make more sense, lol. 💚

#tiger & bunny #meta #tnbw

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dk-wren · 1 year ago

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Buddy Daddies Week - Headcanons

Welcome to Day 3 of my Buddy Daddies 1 Year Anniversary Celebration Week!

Today, I present to you...more headcanons!

12 more to be exact, corresponding with the number of episodes (plus a bonus 13th one that is kinda a hc to honor the recap ep). Hope you enjoy them! Feel free to add on to any or add some more of your own!

One day, while Miri is at daycare, Rei and Kazuki are relaxing with each other on their couch. Rei is scrolling on his phone while Kazuki is playing some word game. Eventually, Rei calls Kazuki's name and shows him a picture on his phone, asking Kazuki if he can find this the next time he is at the market. It's a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Rei is absolutely enchanted by the idea of little cereal that is supposed to taste like French Toast. Kazuki is pretty sure he won't be able to find it at their usual market, but he promises to look since he's sure Miri would also love it. After much research and online scouring, Kazuki finally finds a box and has it shipped to their place. Several weeks have passed and due to Rei not bringing it up again, Kazuki thinks he might have forgotten about his request, and the intensity in which he asked Kazuki about finding this cereal. So, Kazuki decides to surprise Rei and Miri by telling them that they can have cereal for breakfast, but instead of their usual bowls of Choco Rings, Kazuki places three bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Miri absolutely loves it, asking for a second bowl, Kazuki doesn't think it's that bad, but it's way too sugary and his homemade french toast is definitely better, and Rei is in heaven.

Kazuki definitely has pictures in his wallet of Miri and Rei, and if anyone asks about his family, you bet he's pulling out this little album and proudly showing whoever. It started out on a whim when he had some pictures printed and was given a complimentary "wallet size" print. Not thinking too much about it, Kazuki stuck it into his own wallet. After a few weeks, he realized he liked seeing these pictures of the fun times the three of them spent together and slowly began to add more photos to his wallet, as well as updating them by taking older ones out and replacing them with newer adventures.

In the third audio drama, Rei pulls out a gun a handful of times throughout their apartment. Logically, Rei is probably keeping the gun on him for self-defense or to be ready if anyone tried to attack him, Kazuki, or Miri. But, for the sake of comedy (or the gag), I headcanon Rei has several guns or other weapons hidden around the house, way out of Miri’s reach, and unknown to Kazuki, for quick access in any room should an attack occur. So each time Rei pulls one out in this story, it’s a different one, which Kazuki eventually catches on to and always causes him to have a slight moment of confusion or perhaps questioning over how long it’s been hidden, how’d he keep it hidden even from him, and how many more are hidden.

For his birthday, Kazuki decides he wants to have a picnic on the beach with Rei and Miri. Since it's his birthday, Rei tells Kazuki that he will take care of their lunches. Kazuki is a little hesitant, but if it means spending the morning with Miri coloring, being beaten at Morio Kart, or whatever activity she decides on, he agrees. Kazuki even decides to leave Rei alone in the kitchen and not watch over him, thinking that if Rei needs any help, he'll come ask Kazuki. When the time comes to eat their lunches, Kazuki opens his bento, and somewhat to his surprise, it's pretty good. He notices that a lot of the items Rei put in are what he normally puts in the bentos he makes for Miri on special school occasions (or on previous family outings). And while it may not be the prettiest looking, Kazuki knows it was made with so much love, making everything taste incredible. After they finish their meal and are relaxing by the ocean, Kazuki asks Rei how he figured out everything since most of the time, Rei is elsewhere while Kazuki is making the bentos. Rei shrugs his shoulders and tells him he decided on what to include based on what Kazuki likes, what he remembers Kazuki put in previous bentos, and from past conversations with Miri about the special lunch Kazuki had made for her that day. This makes Kazuki's heart melt knowing how much consideration went into making it.

During the end credits, there is an image of Miri in a kimono looking at three fish (which, side hc, I've always thought she or her papas would have won at a festival). These fish come home with them and are technically Miri, Rei, and Kazuki's first family pets. Kazuki can't do much to prevent the fish from coming home because they won them, but he still argues he doesn't want a pet. Kazuki then tells Rei and Miri that it is their responsibility to look after them, such as by making sure their bowl stays clean and that they are well fed. Kazuki knows he'll have to help out here or there, but considering fish don't do much (or could cause that much havoc), he's okay with having fishes for a pet. Despite Rei and Miri working hard to take care of the fish, and proving they can both responsibly look after another living being, the fish eventually pass away, which causes Miri to become sad since she enjoyed taking care of them and watching them swim around their tank. Seeing how down Miri is after their fishes pass, and knowing how much they would both love it, Kazuki finally gives in and allows them to get a cat for their next family pet.

Karin was originally the over-protective little sister. When Yuzuko first brought Kazuki to meet Karin, she totally interrogated him about his motives, his likes/dislikes, how he would treat her big sister, and was the one to give Kazuki the "talk" about dating Yuzuko. She eventually realized Kazuki had nothing but good intentions and how in love Yuzuko and Kazuki were with each other, causing Karin to ease off on her questioning. She would continue to do so in a teasing manner, which Kazuki eventually picked up on and would play along with his answers. It is this understanding of their love for each other and how good of a man Kazuki was to Yuzuko that leads Karin to seek Kazuki out, not out of anger, but to check in on him and remind him that he can be happy and change without forgetting her big sister.

In the flashback shown in ep. 7 of Yuzuko's death, Kazuki is seen wearing a black (or possibly navy, sorry couldn't exactly tell) jacket that at least stylewise bears a strong resemblance to his signature green jacket. What if that black jacket is what Kazuki regularly wore on missions, similar to how Rei always wears a suit? And what if on one of their earlier missions together, something goes terribly wrong, leaving Kazuki injured and that jacket in shreds? Kazuki is left to rest in bed for a short period of time, with Rei feeling guilty that the mission went so wrong because of him. Wanting to apologize and perhaps express some of his gratitude for all that Kazuki has begun to do around the apartment, Rei tries to find Kazuki a replacement jacket. He can't find the exact one, and instead orders the green one he is constantly seen wearing in the show. When Kazuki finally makes it out of his room, he opens his bedroom door to a package waiting just in front, with a note saying something short and sweet like "I'm sorry" or "Thank you." And perhaps it is this gesture from Rei, which Kazuki was not at all expecting, that causes them to start getting to know each other better and spend more time together.

Because this post would've become too long according to Tumblr's guidelines, click here to go to Part 2!

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies anime #buddy daddies headcanon #dk wren's bd celebration week #buddy daddies anniversary #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #miri unasaka

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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x female reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, crying, hurt feelings, nightmares, lots of angst, but fluffy ending!!!

Summary: Amber's trial comes up....Loki shares his deepest secret with you......

**aaahhh!! You guys!!! This is it, the end for these two. Thank you all so so much for all the love and support for this story!! You are all absolutely amazing and I love you all!!!! I am contemplating a sequel so....we shall see. Like I mentioned.....super long but....all the happy endings!!! Thank you guys again!! Love!! 💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰

Part Twenty One-Finale-

You stood at the bottom of the steps, the large building looming over you. You took a deep breath, smoothing the front of your dress. Closing your eyes trying to focus. Three months....since you found out Amber had been arrested....three months since you began physical therapy making you only need a cane on bad days....three months since you had seen him. You had tried to move on, to forget, but he was always in the back of your mind, visiting your dreams, sometimes if felt as if he was there with you. You opened your eyes, and slowly accended the steps.

You walked the long hallways looking for the room your needed to be in, trying to keep your breathing even as your heart raced. You had tried to prepare yourself for today, but is there a way to prepare to relive your nightmare? You came to a set of large double doors, staring at the number on them "Lady y/n." You heard making you jump "T...Thor. how are you?" You asked looking up at him. "I am quite well thank you, how have you been? I haven't seen you in some time." He asked smiling "im..ok mostly. How is.." you trailed off looking down "loki?" He finished "yeah, has he..." you trailed off again looking up at him "met someone? No, he has not." He said putting his hands in his pockets "he is just there, I can get him if you like." He said grabbing the door handle "no!...no, i...let's just get this over with." You said pulling the door open walking in.

You quietly sat in the back, looking around the room not recognizing anyone when your eyes landed on him, sitting in the front next to the man you recognized as Tony Stark. You heart fluttered seeing him turn to talk to the other man, his long dark hair cascading down his back, the way his lips moved as he spoke. "Do you wish to come sit with us?" Thor asked coming up next to you. "N..no. I'm fine here." You said looking down. You saw Thor nod out of the corner of your eye as he walked up the isle, taking a seat next to Loki. You watched as he leaned over whispering something to him before those bright emeralds that have haunted your soul met with yours making your breath hitch.

He went to stand when an officer came in announcing the judges arrival, making everyone stand. You zoned out as the judge spoke, trying to block everything out when you heard your name called, looking up you saw everyone looking at you. You sighed, leaning on your cane you stood up making your way down the isle to the seat next to the judge. As the officer swore you In you looked out seeing Amber in handcuffs at the table at the left with a man, and the other three men at the table on the right, all three not taking their eyes off of you. The officer walked away when the judge spoke "Miss y/n, can you please tell us what happened during those few days you were taken?" He asked. You took a deep breath, shakely exhaling. You had spent months trying to move on, trying to forget, but now you had to recount every detail of your ordeal.

You fought back the tears as you recalled the events that led you to where you were now, the pain still present in your mind, you could still hear the crunch of bone making you shiver. You quickly wiped a tear away as you finished story, trying not to make eye contact with the man who still had your heart. "Thank you miss y/n, you may step down" you heard the judge say. You pulled yourself up, leaning heavily on your cane making your way back to your seat in the back when you knee buckled, making you lunge forward. You closed your eyes bracing for the impact but it didn't come, feeling two large arms wrapped around you you looked up, those eyes boring into you "t..thanks." You whispered righting yourself "are you ok?" Loki asked watching you "yes, I'm fine, that happens every now and then." You said looking down.

You pulled away from him, seeing his arms slowly drop to his sides "y/n, i.." he started when you put your hand up "please don't, I don't want your pity." You said through gritted teeth when the judge banged his gavel on the desk "I better go sit down." You said looking down, you slowly limped to the back taking your seat. Your mind wandered back to the last night you spent with Loki. The way he held you, cared for you, as hard as you tried to forget you would never be able to forget him. The judge's gavel banging brought you back to reality as you looked to the front of the room. You vaguely heard something about Amber being sent to a mental institution as two officers came in escorting her out as everyone surged towards Thor and Loki, shaking their hands and patting their backs.

You took the opportunity to slip out quietly before anyone noticed. "Y/n...wait!" You heard making you stop "damn." You whispered turning around seeing Loki jogging up to you "Hey, whats up?" You asked trying to sound as casual as possible. "How are you?" Loki asked fidgeting with his fingers "I'm fine, still going to therapy." You said "have you been taking care of yourself?" He asked, concern filling his eyes "yes, my "fiancé" made sure of that." You said air quoting "yeah, sorry about that, no one would talk to me otherwise." He said shifting on his feet. You nodded your head looking down, willing this to be over so you could go back to your little apartment alone, like you always did "Listen y/n, I was wondering..." he started when Thor burst through the doors "Brother, I told you justice would prevail." He boomed slapping Loki on the back. You took the opportunity to slip away, hurrying as fast as your leg would allow.

"You are nothing to him." She growled, her voice echoing through your mind "no, your wrong!" You cried back, trying to free your arms...to fight back. Hearing her maniacle laugh reverberating through you very being. You looked up, seeing that evil smile spread across her face "He doesn't want you....no one does....and no one ever will." She sneered. You saw something out of the corner of your eye, turning your head you saw Loki saunter in smiling. "Loki! Help me!" You yelled trying again to free yourself when you heard him laugh. You looked up wide eyed seeing him wrap his arms around her, pulling her to him.

"I don't know what you saw in her." You heard her sneer, wrapping her fingers around the crowbar. "Honeslty, I think I went mad..I mean look at her." He laughed. You watched stunned as he grabbed her head, latching his lips to hers holding her close. He pulled back smiling, turning to face you "I need a real woman y/n.." he growled looking back at her "take care if this darling." He purred, running a hand through her hair. She smiled, slowly walking towards you. "No one will ever want someone like you." She snarled lifting the crowbar. You squeezed your eyes shut, balling your hands into fists as she swung down onto your knee....

You woke up screaming, the nightmare still at the front of your mind, you bolted up, throwing the covers off you jumped out of bed, fumbling as you feet got caught in the sheet. You stumbled to the living room, frantically looking around when your knee buckled, sending you to the floor. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rocking back and forth you tried to breath, your lungs on fire as tears streamed down your cheeks when you felt two arms wrap around you, squeezing you "shh....it's ok love, just breath." You heard, tilting your head seeing Loki kneeling next to you. "L..loki....w..what..." you tried, feeling your chest tighten.

He moved to kneel in front of you gently grabbing your hand, laying it on his chest above his heart "look at me.." he whispered, your eyes shooting to his "in and out, focus on me." He said, taking deep breaths you felt his heart under your hand, his chest rising and falling and focused on breathing with him. You looked into his eyes feeling your heart clench inside your chest "that's it love, keep breathing for me." He whispered leaning his forehead on yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling shakely as you pulled back looking at him "w..what are you doing here?" You asked. His hands came up, cupping both sides of your face, his thumb wiping your tears away "I never left love." He whispered.

You sighed looking down, unable to hold his gaze "loki..i..I can't.." you stared "no, love please.." he pleaded, cupping your cheek "please...do not push me away." He said shakely. Looking up you saw tears forming in his eyes "just...listen to me...please, and when I'm done if you still wish it i will leave." He said shifting on his knees "i...I have never felt for anyone what I feel for you, I would rip my own heart out and give it to you if you wished it." He said, a tear steaming down his cheek "but..what about..." you started, motioning to the scars on your face "im..." you started "no, do not finish that sentence, you are beautiful my love." He said, leaning forward kissing each cheeks, then your forehead.

"I want to show you something...something I've never shown anyone else." He whispered. He grabbed your hands bowing his head. Feeling your fingers get cold you looked down, watching his skin turn a dark shade of blue, ridges rising under his skin "Loki, whats..." you started, watching the blue spread up his neck, lifting his head your eyes met two deep rubies as his skin became entirely blue, lines and ridges weaving patterns under his skin "this...this is me." He whispered, watching your face. You slowly reached your hand up, gently running your fingers along the patterns seeing him close his eyes "that..it doesn't hurt does it?" You asked stopping "no, not at all love, it actually feels quite nice." He said smiling.

"Where I come from, im..." He started looking down "a monster." He whispered gripping your hands. "But...your beautiful." You breathed, cupping his cheek. "And so are you my love. What you look like, what scars we carry, they do not define us love." He said, his hands cupping your face "your heart, your soul, that's what defines us. And you my love, have the kindest heart and the purest soul. I...I love you y/n, with everything that I am I love you, and I will never stop loving you until I take my last breath." He said, tears streaming down both your faces "and if anyone is unworthy it is I of you. I have done terrible things believing it was my birthright, my purpose.." he said wiping your tears away

He cleared his throat looking deep into your eyes "my only purpose now....is to love you, care for you, protect you. I need you y/n..I need you as I need the blood in my veins, the air in my lungs, please y/n..." he pleaded "Please...let me love you how you deserve to be loved." He said. You reached up grabbing his wrists, tilting your head you kissed his palm "i..I love you too Loki, more then I can put into words." You breathed looking into his eyes "Oh my darling." He said lunging forward he engulfed you in the tightest hug you've ever had, wrapping his arms around you as if he was afraid you would disappear. "I love you y/n, I love you.." he said, burying his face in your neck, you gripped the back of his shirt "I'll never let you go again Loki...I promise." You sobbed into his neck.

Feeling his heartbeat against yours, his shoulders shaking you reached up, lacing your fingers into his hair, cradling his head as you rocked side to side. He slowly pulled back, not letting you go "I am yours y/n, all of me...Will you be mine?" He asked, his red eyes searching yours "yes Loki, I'm yours as long as you want me." You said smiling "so forever?" He asked smiling making you laugh. "W..will you maybe...come lay down with me?" You asked quietly looking at him. "I will never leave your side again." He said. Standing up he leaned down, helping you up before looping his arm under your legs carrying you "loki...I can walk." You laughed grabbing his shoulders "nonsense, my queen will never have to walk again." He said laying you down on the bed, pulling the blanket up around you before walking to the other side.

In a flash of green he was clothed only in a pair of sleep pants, his chest bare. Your eyes trailed down, following the ridges on his skin, watching them travel past the waistband of his pants, the blue of his skin almost glowing in the moonlight. "Loki.." you whispered fidgeting with the blanket "yes love?" He asked "could you maybe...I mean if you want..." you rambled seeing him smile "yes..." he encouraged "c..can you...stay like that?" You asked, looking up at him, seeing his eyebrows furrow "you wish me to remain...like this?" He asked "yes..only If you want to...you don't have to." You hurried seeing him smile "as you wish love." He said.

Climbing in bed next to you you latched onto him, burying your face in his neck, wrapping your arm around his middle, your finger tracing his ridges. "I love you Loki." You whispered closing your eyes. He wrapped his arm around you holding you to him "den dagen jeg møtte deg, fant jeg min manglende del. du fullfører meg og gjør meg til en bedre mann. jeg elsker deg av hele mitt hjerte og hele min sjel til Valhalla." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as you drifted off. Closing his eyes he finally felt at peace.......

Translation-"the day i met you, i found my missing piece. you complete me and make me a better man. i love you with all my heart and all my soul until Valhalla."

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years ago

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♡ prompt: "I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn." / "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

♡ pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / I was listening to Theme from New York, New York by Frank Sinatra and felt like it fit Percy so well. I feel like all of Percy's vibe just screams Frank Sinatra in some way.

you always found it odd that so many kids from the Aphrodite cabin had told you that they felt you and Percy were bound to be together. at the time, you found it almost offensive considering he was dating Annabeth but a few months after, you along with everyone else heard that they had broken up.

you felt like you weren't within your rights to ask why they broke up, even if he was your close friend, and just waited until he told you himself. you found it surprising. everyone in the camp felt as though Annabeth and Percy were going to make it all the way to marriage but when he told you that they had fallen out of love, you sat in shock.

it had been a few months since then and while they remained friends, you could tell Annabeth was already going on a few dates herself, to which you felt happy for her. all the while, Percy hadn't seemed interested in anyone. you knew a lot of people would fall at the knees to date him but you couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't accepted any.

"whatcha doin'?" you heard Percy ask, practically barging into your room. you looked up from your notebook, shaking your head, "not much, why?" you asked. he pulled something out of his pocket, "my mom, Paul, and I are going to watch the Yankee's game and we have a spare ticket. wanna come along?"

you smiled, immediately getting up and pushing your chair in.

"hell yeah I want to go! lets go Jackson," you said, kicking him in the back of the leg as he passed you the ticket. you saw the time and stood confused, "the tickets say seven and it's only three?" you asked. he pushed you along as the two of you walked out of the camp.

"my mom wants to catch pizza before the game. she claims we haven't spent enough time together lately."

you giggled, "please, that's so sweet. being the daughter of Ares, it's not exactly something he'd want to do....ever," Percy shoved you but didn't press it any longer. he knew your dad was an asshole and so were all your siblings and he meant that in the most respectful way possible.

the subway ride to Percy's mom's place was filled with you and Percy talking about anything and everything. you knew Percy could've told any of the boys to come along so you found it a bit endearing to know that he picked you to come along. you were also meeting his mom for the first time so you were a bit nervous on that end.

"my sister should be awake. she's usually up and trying to crawl around this time." your eyes widened realizing he was talking about Estelle. you knew she was only a few months old and meant that she was not walking yet, "oh my god, a baby!" you clapped happily as you walked up the stairs.

Sally's apartment stood at the very top of the building and you heard giggles coming from the other side of the door. Percy practically barged into the apartment, seeing Estelle on the ground as Sally tried fixing her onesie.

"hey mom!" he said bending down to grab Estelle as Sally stood up, " you must be ( your name ), nice to meet you," she said excitedly as she brought you in for a hug. you were taken back by the sudden hug but returned it, "nice to meet you as well. is that your daughter?" you asked, the itching feeling to wanting to hold her creeping up.

she nodded, grabbing Estelle and handing her over to you, "oh my god, you're precious. Percy, she's adorable!" you exclaimed, instantly making her jump in your arms. Percy gave you a smile as you looked to Sally, "is she attending the game? looks like she's ready with her little gear," you asked as you saw the Yankee's onesie on her.

Sally agreed, saying that she didn't want to separate from Estelle from too long. you helped Sally put Estelle's jacket and hat on as Percy and Paul spoke with each other, "she's so cute, I can't handle it," you tried not to squeal as Sally laughed, "fan of babies?" she asked.

you shrugged, "I wouldn't say fan but infants are just so cute," you gushed, squishing Estelle's cheeks. all of you walked out as you had her in your arms while Percy tried making her laugh.

Paul and Sally watched as they smiled to each other, "they'd make great parents," Paul murmured as Sally agreed, "not right now but in five years, I wouldn't mind seeing grandkids," you were paying no mind as you and Percy were in your own little world with his sister.

the ride to Yankee stadium was a short one as everyone was crowded around each other. all of you got quickly scanned in and sat towards the front of the crowd. you sat in between Percy and Sally as you had Estelle on your leg. you knew Paul and Percy were the bigger fans as you and Sally went along for the fun time. you knew the basics of baseball but you like Sally were confused on some parts.

the rivalry ran deep as the Yankee's were playing the Red Sox's and you could tell both of the boys were getting extremely into the game. Paul and Percy screaming to a few Sox's fans with words you were surprised that Percy even said in front of his mom. you looked over to Sally and started laughing as you heard both of the heavy New York accents coming out of them.

"I don't think I've ever seen Percy this invested in anything....ever," you murmured to Sally as she agreed, "he was a fan when he was a child but he was never like this," she replied as Percy stood up again, screaming at the top of his lungs that a player was safe.

both you and Sally remained talking amongst each other, briefly getting up to get drinks for the other two. you had offered to feed Estelle her bottle as Sally sipped on a glass of wine. you knew caring for an infant was hard but you knew that she birthed Percy, someone who was probably ten times harder to deal with as a baby.

"we should get going but the two of you should stay for the rest of the game. who knows when's the next time you'll get a chance to see a game," Paul and Sally told the two of you a bit later on. you nodded understandingly, "of course, thank you inviting me," you whispered as you gave Sally a hug.

she smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around a lot more so I'll see you later," you wondered what she meant by as she turned to tell Percy goodbye. you didn't bother to ask as you felt the New York breeze start to get colder. Percy could tell as you turned over to him, "would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It probably smells like you," you asked.

Percy didn't hesitate to take off his hoodie, placing it on your lap as you quickly put it on. you were drowning it as you smelled Percy's cologne right away. he had a ocean and wood smell to him. the game was in its eighth inning, the Yankee's leading the score with 10-8. you knew Chiron would want all of you back at camp before midnight and the ride back to the camp would be long.

"wanna head back, I can tell you're getting sleepy," you heard Percy whisper in your ear. you nodded, lifting your head from his shoulder as the two of walked out of the stadium. the stars littered the sky as there was no cloud in sight, "tonight was fun. your family is so cute," you told Percy.

he smiled, "I know, it took a long time to get us here," he murmured. you gave him a smile as you felt Percy slowly slip his hand in yours. you gave him a look as he tried to hide his blush, "aw, it's Theme from New York New York by Frank Sinatra," you told him as you squeezed his hand in approval.

you heard fans drunkenly singing along to the song on the subway as you and Percy laughed, "I want to be apart of it...NEW YORK, NEW YORK," both you and Percy sang, giggling with each other. Percy was holding your side as the subway was in complete shambles with everyone singing.

"If I can make it there, I'll make it practically anywhere, It's up to you, New York, New York!"

you looked up to Percy who was already staring down at you lovingly. you felt him bend down a bit, placing a kiss on your lips as you instantly returned it.

"And find that I'm number one, Top of the list, King of the hill."

the crowd continued to sing as you gave Percy a smile and snuggled closer to him. you heard the subway ding off the stop as you and Percy hopped off. you remained in Percy's side embrace as the two of you entered the camp. most of the campers were asleep as only a few scarce campers were still awake.

Percy dropped you off at the door of the Ares cabin, "thank you for today," you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. he nodded, placing one back on yours as he grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze, "we should do it again," he whispered back.

you agreed, opening the door and blowing him a kiss in return before shutting it. Percy stood in place for a moment before jumping in Breakfast Club style. he walked back to his cabin, a smile plastered on his face as he fell into bed, as happy as ever.

you woke up the next morning, all of your siblings already gone as you heard a knock on your door. you had fell asleep with Percy's sweater on and a pair of shorts as you released a yawn of sleepiness. you walked over to the door and laughed tiredly, seeing as it was Percy.

"I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn," you saw the bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and laughed as you grabbed it and sat on the steps of your cabin, "I appreciate it," you said, placing a kiss on his cheek, making his blush again.

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langdxn · 3 years ago

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the immaculate exception | valiant thor x fem!reader

SUMMARY: A moment of weakness for Valiant Thor leads to a pregnancy that will expose his humanity and test his resolve to breaking point.

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, alien sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, mild violence, implied human experimentation, surgery — it’s a bit of a ride here, folks… all hands and feet inside the car at all times.

WORDS: 2.8k

A/N: how have we had val for almost a week already? time flies when you’re thirsting over an alien! anyway i couldn’t get this plot out of my head and a lovely reader requested val’s breeding kink so… here goes. i’m too tired to proofread so apologies!

Valiant’s cold hand rested on your bump, a nervous quiet to his presence by your side. Your ragged breaths and shallow hisses through your teeth deafened him above the awkward silence, a shiver running down his spine as an unnerved pout ever so slightly curled his lips. It was as if he’d already crunched the numbers, but they didn’t add up.

Blocking out the bustling waiting room around you, his thoughts drifted away into the darkest recesses of his conscience — how could he let this happen? When he knew exactly how this story would end, how could he bring himself to write it in the first place?

Your hand landed softly upon the back of his, providing as much reassurance and comfort as you received in turn. Valiant gazed up at you, a crack of a smile beaming back at him through laboured, heaving breaths.

He knew the answer. He fell in love, with a human no less. A human who opened her arms to him in sickness and in health, til death do they part… although that circumstance relied on your part alone. You accepted him and every single aspect of him, even tolerated his reluctance to make love to you throughout the five years you had spent together.

Until yesterday.

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Resistance was futile. He knew it, you knew it, you knew he knew it too.

It wasn’t as if you’d made a special attempt to unravel your husband’s tightly-wound self-control over your morning routine. You were simply making a fried breakfast for you both, a preparation before a long day of hard work in Area 51.

Dressed in nothing but his crisp white shirt, you propped yourself up on an elbow beside the stove while diligently frying an egg. The soft sizzling in the pan concealed the approaching footsteps of your onlooking husband, carefully examining your form from head to foot, paying particular attention to the exact length of his shirt draped over your frame, just long enough to skim over your ass but not long enough to contain his temptation.

Before you knew it, frantic hands clamped onto your hips and teeth sank gently into the soft skin at the nape of your neck.

“How dare you, Mrs Thor,” Valiant hissed provocatively through clenched teeth, threatening to break your delicate skin with every syllable. “How dare you break my resolve like this.”

“What are you talking about, baby?” You queried innocently, dipping into his touch that feels like white hot fire licking against your body. “I’m making breakfast. You’ve got a meeting with President Johnson today, remember?”

“Fuck the President,” he snarled against your skin, spinning you on your heels and tearing himself away to consume the vision of your figure from the front. A hungry growl erupts in his throat as he sinks in to suck on your neck, earning a hiss in response. “Get on the counter.”

“Val… you don’t have to do this, we both know the risks—.”

“You won’t talk me out of this,” Valiant commanded with all the authority he could muster out of the focus he had remaining, the rest of which was stolen by his consuming thoughts of exactly what to do with you next. “Get up.”

As you oblige, a swift tearing sound cuts through the air between you and his shirt is suddenly shredded from your body, tumbling to the ground in swathes of white cotton and balling at his feet. Hands grip your bare hips and drag you toward the edge of the counter, impaling you on his length in one swift thrust and sending your eyes roving to the ceiling.

“Jesus, Val,” you half-screamed with what little breath his consuming strokes hadn’t already robbed from your lungs. “I… I’ve waited… so long.”

It wasn’t as if your marriage was loveless up until this moment, far from it. Every night without fail, Valiant would bring you to heaven and back again using every tool at his disposal, from dildos modelled on his exact girth to military grade vibrators that would leave you pacing the corridors of Area 51 with a prominent limp for the next 3 days. With every smooth swipe of impersonal plastic thrust inside you, his hungry eyes begged to pale to a shade of possessed white as he plunged his cock inside you, he needed superhuman self-control to not tear away his suit pants and fill you like you deserved.

“You feel so perfect wrapped around me,” Valiant whispered into your neck, littering butterfly kisses along your jugular as if he were touching you and exploring your body for the first time. His hips curled eagerly with every dip into your core, accompanied by a soft hiss as the sensation of your walls tightening around him became real, tangible and utterly consuming. “You feel that, Mrs Thor?”

You muttered in agreement, unable to form a coherent sentence through fierce waves of pleasure threatening your consciousness each time he drew his hips back and slammed inside your soaking cunt. His steadily devastating thrusts soon raced, building to a climax he never thought he’d reach. Retreating from the safety of the crook of your neck, his gaze met yours and suddenly blinked hard as if to focus on his thrusts.

As his eyes opened, his familiar black irises had disappeared. All that remained were full-white eyeballs, glowing brighter than the early morning sun beaming through the kitchen blinds.

“Val… are you… okay?” A genuine gasp escaped you, scanning his face for any concern in case this was a dangerous non-human reaction, but his lips were frozen in a half-snarl as he plowed into you without missing a beat. You couldn’t tell if he was looking at you anymore or watching himself fucking you, but his next curled plunge snapped you back into the room.

“Hold onto me,” he soothed from behind his soulless eyes. Instinctively, you followed his lead and looped your arms around his neck.

“Val, what’s… what’s happening?”

“Look at me,” Val whispered, commanding you to gaze into your eyes beaming back at him between fluttering lashes batting in time with his staccato hips. “I’m going to fill you up now.”

That was no question, simply a statement of determined intent. Those words alone, the way they rolled off his unearthly tongue, sent searing hot waves of pleasure straight from your ears to your pulsing walls constricting around his length.

So wrapped up in the moment, you couldn’t think about the consequences — the work you both do at Area 51, what happens to the subjects taken for reproduction with Val’s kind. None of it could block that feeling flowing through every inch of your body, the next level of lust you didn’t know existed, the urge to give yourself to him in every way humanly and inhumanly possible. It wasn’t about submission, it wasn’t about domination, it was something much deeper than accession of power over you; it was the purest, most natural form of human instinct: procreation.

Wordless encouragements passed your lips in the form of lust-glazed wails, filthy explicit moans and your back arching into his relentless motions. Battling to maintain eye contact with Val when your gaze begged to journey to the ceiling, you simply nodded and spread your legs wider.

“Good girl,” he purred gently, the pulse of his thrusts stuttering to betray his climax as he spilled inside you.

Despite bracing yourself for whatever you could expect to happen within your core, his release against your walls felt perfectly normal, natural, sending a flush of heat that you could only describe as ecstasy. You let out a deep sigh of relief, fearing the worst yet receiving nothing but bliss.

Lost in your thoughts, you drifted back into the room with the sensation of his palm ghosting over your abdomen. A streak of concern dashed his gaze down at your body — at least one of you remembered the true meaning behind this close encounter.

“Hey baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, cupping his cheeks and idly stroking circles with your forefinger. “We’ll get through this together, yeah?”

You both knew there wasn’t much time, but for a few moments of utter euphoria, you convinced yourself it was entirely worth it.

———

“Beats waiting 9 months like every normal human,” you cracked a coy smile for your anxious husband as you sank into the delivery room chair, all the while clinging to his fingers desperately entwined with yours. The desperate twinges in your spine, the stretching and writing beneath your bump, the flickering electricity of sheer agony tearing through your body would just have to wait while you calmed Val’s nerves.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered lowly, leaning over you and willing himself to protect you from the pain that kept you squirming in the seat, cursing himself for a moment of weakness over the kitchen counter that brought you to this moment not 24 hours later. “I’m so sorry.”

Emerging from the shadows of the dimly-lit delivery room, Theta’s sudden presence beside you almost broke your concentration on your husband but, knowing full well why she was there in the first place, you fought to ignore her towering stature and flowing white robes.

“Val, none of this is your—.”

Theta’s hand ghosted over you and silenced your words of comfort.

“Mrs Thor, you know how this works,” Theta communicated telepathically, batting her lashes in what you supposed she concluded was a comforting manner to her usual human subjects. “I’ve switched off your pain receptors and you can talk to your husband and I through your mind. I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible for you, our special guest.”

“She’s not an idiot, Theta, she’s in labour,” Valiant’s familiar tones chimed in, his hand squeezing yours but you could only see the artificial veins in his fingers clenching beneath his skin. “Just help her, she’s in pain!”

“Commander Thor, you can trust your wife in my hands. Besides, isn’t there a human tradition in the 1960s that stipulates males are accustomed to waiting outside the delivery room?”

His lips pursed, like a petulant child that’s just been told to sit on the naughty step. Theta’s attentions returned to you, hovering her hand over your belly and blinking satisfactorily.

“It might help to close your eyes for this, Mrs Thor,” Theta reassured in her familiar dulcet tone, lowering her hand to draw your eyelids closed and tracing a finger along your bump.

For all the good that closing your eyes did, Val’s inner thoughts projected into your mind spoke every action without the aid of sight. His anguished internal cries tore through your head while Theta’s finger ripped open your abdomen, screaming into the void as the midwife retrieved your baby from the cavity she opened. Yet all you could do was lie there, frozen in motion with your eyes sealed shut. Closed off from your child’s birth.

Suddenly, silence. No wails, no idle humming as Theta went about her work. The marked stillness in your head suggested something had happened that you couldn’t see.

“Wha… what… what’s happening?” You called out into the unnerving tranquility in your thoughts. “Please, I… I can’t see!”

Your eyelids lifted abruptly and your vision darted frantically around the room in search of your husband. His hands were no longer clasped around yours, instead he was leaning over a side table and gazing at a huge sac resting on a metal tray. Theta came into view and split the sac open with her finger, unveiling the glistening form of a baby. Your baby.

“Congratulations, Commander and Mrs Thor,” Theta declared in your thoughts with an air of clinical indifference. “It’s a girl.”

“A… a girl?!” You questioned internally, eyes roving over the squirming form on the tray. Her head appeared abnormally large and her eyes as prominent as Theta’s, yet her shimmering skin bloomed a rosy pink hue. “Is… is she okay?”

“She’s beautiful,” Val exclaimed, his loving gaze fixed on the wriggling newborn as she blinked her eyes open for the first time. “We had so little time, we didn’t even discuss names. What shall we call her?”

“There’s no time for that, sir,” Theta interjected, raising her hand and hovering it intently over the child’s throat.

Your heart sank.

“No!” Valiant barked out loud through gritted teeth, lunging forward to block Theta’s access to the baby. “Not this one!”

“I’m afraid it’s protocol, sir,” Theta asserted calmly, that same disconnected insensitivity pouring through every word. “Protocol which you yourself established.”

“Fuck the protocol,” he spat, his eyes threatening to bleed to a livid pure white at any moment as he flailed a gesturing hand over your baby. “This is my daughter!”

You fought with all your might to break the unseen restraints keeping you from bursting across the room and snatching your child from her clutches. No matter how hard you tried or how loud you screamed in your mind, you were helpless. Powerless. Hopeless.

“I understand your concern, Commander Thor, but you know the rules.”

Valiant’s forehead wrinkled and suddenly Theta was hurled across the room, smashing into an equipment tray and sending scalpels flying around her.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me,” he snarled menacingly. “I call the shots around here and I say you leave my fucking daughter alone!”

“We both know the dangers a child like this could pose for our kind,” she reasoned from her crumpled heap on the floor. “It’s for our safety and that of this planet.”

“Tell me, Theta,” Val goaded her with a sarcastic eyebrow furrowed, towering over her as she failed to scramble to her feet. “Why exactly did I save your life in this very room five years ago? You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my mercy, you would be on display in one of those countless specimen jars as a perfect example of how our kind still cannot breed with human beings without creating morally corrupt hybrids.”

Theta gave up her struggle to stand, fixing a venomous stare at Val.

“Commander—.”

“No more objections,” he snapped, firing a fiercely pointed finger at her. “Now leave this room and ensure that the events in here remain within these four walls, am I understood?”

Theta nodded reluctantly, gathering up her crisp white robes and rising to her feet.

“You’re making a mistake, sir,” she muttered before turning to the door. Val’s face twitched as he raised a hand into the air, his mind racing with ideas of blowing Theta’s brains out. Clocking his intentions, you mustered all your strength to break the trance, clenching your teeth and charging at the unseen forcefield holding your back. Suddenly, the restrictive wall crumbled away, allowing you to stumble over and pull his arm down.

“No!” You cried as you yanked his cold hand to his side. “That’s not the answer!”

Val’s fury focused on the doorway, seeing no sign of Theta’s billowing white uniform as she fled. Staring at the empty corridor ahead, he slowly comprehended that he had missed his chance at vengeance. Whatever he was avenging never came to pass, but he concluded that Theta’s intentions alone were worthy of his cold-blooded revenge.

“Our baby,” you pressed a comforting hand onto his shoulder and steered him over to the writhing creature on the tray. “Look at her, isn’t she perfect?”

His fixation eventually tore away from the door and returned to the table, his features immediately softening as he laid eyes on the baby again.

“She is,” he sighed, an arm looping around your waist as he leaned in to the little one, mewling softly to herself.

“She’s got your eyes,” you joked, earning you an elbow dug gently into your side.

The sharp sensation reverberated through your ribcage and sent searing bolts of pain across your abdomen. Clutching at your stomach, you discovered the open cavity where your baby resided only minutes earlier, a gaping hole now bleeding profusely. Valiant’s grip on your waist saved you from collapsing, stumbling to place you back into the chair. The effects of Theta’s pain inhibitor had worn off, leaving you to battle the agony of a caesarean birth alone.

“What? What’s happening?!” The terror in his tone returned as he called out for help, and within seconds you were surrounded by white-cloaked staff circling around your weakened form. One brandishing a loaded syringe, another wielding a scalpel and sutures. “Please, please help her!”

A flurry of activity around you disguised the approach of the syringe-carrying orderly as he slowly injected you.

“I… I’ve got a name,” you strained through dizzied breaths, growing shallower as some form of sedation settled into your bloodstream.

“You do?” Val played along, trying his hardest to distract you from the chaos surrounding you. “What’s her name?”

You fought to keep your eyes open once more.

“Marilyn.”

#valiant thor x reader #valiant thor fanfiction #valiant thor imagines #ahs spoilers #ahs death valley #cody fern fanfiction #cody fern #valiant thor #cody fern imagines

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years ago

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Rectify: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

As requested by anonymous: It would be awesome if you could make a tfatws Bucky fic or series where the reader is on the list for his making amends because the winter soldier did something to her or someone she loves, and once he gets close to her in some way he ends up falling for her and it’s really angsty but a happy ending !!

A/N: FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER SPOILERS AHEAD!!! also, this will be a mini series that I will HOPEFULLY be able to finish.

The list. Bucky's therapist made him make a list of amends to help him cope and process the horrors of his past. He was slowly making his way through the list.

With the case of Yori, Bucky has been a coward. He's been working his way to befriending the old man, trying to form some sort of relationship with him to eventually break the news that he's the reason why Yori no longer has a son. But he just can't seem to do it. So Yori's name remains uncrossed and he continues on with his list. The person under Yori is you: Y/N L/N.

You were ten years old when you were coming back from a sleepover to find your parents dead in your home. The police told you that you it was a robbery gone wrong and you were lucky you weren't home. But still, that left you without any parents, instead growing up with your aunt and uncle. You always felt like something was wrong pertaining to your parents' death, but you didn't know what. So you went through life just feeling without closure.

You visited your parents as much as you could. Your career in child counseling provided that you were very busy. However, the weekends were the time of seeing them and reminiscing.

That's how Bucky found you.

Around 3pm every Saturday and 12pm Sunday, you would visit your parents' graves. The time you spent there varied, but, on average, you'd stay for about an hour and a half. This was just from what Bucky gathered from watching you for a month.

It was how he found the courage to come up to you and speak with you.

He slowly approaches you, hears your music playing softly from your phone grow louder as he draws near.

Hearing the crunching of the grass, you look up to see him staring down at you, "Um...hi?"

"I'm sorry for your loss," he gestures to your parents' graves.

You give him a polite smile, "Thanks. It's been years since I lost them."

"Doesn't mean their absence still doesn't hurt," he interjects.

You nod in understanding and ask, "Did you lose someone?"

"My parents as well." he stands there for a few seconds in silence then speaks up again, "I'm James," he holds out a gloved hand and you shake it, "Y/N."

After pulling his hand back and shoving it into his pocket, an awkward silence washes over the two of you, to which to break, "So...James, do you...come here often?" then you burst into a chuckle, "I'm sorry. That sounds like a wildly inappropriate pick up line."

Bucky smiles and shakes his head, "No, no. It's fine. But to answer your question, I've, uh, recently started coming here."

"Are you parents buried here?"

"No, no. Um, I....I like to take walks in cemeteries." What the fuck, Bucky??? "I mean, 'cause, you know, it's quiet and peaceful. Barely any people here to really bother you. Just...I can clear my head." Yeah. That works. That should make sense, right?

"Oh. I suppose that's a good point. I come here pretty much every weekend just to visit my parents and I rarely see anyone. So I suppose this is a good place for you to clear your mind and enjoy the silence without the hustle and bustle."

"Yeah. Yeah, exactly. So, what do you do when you come here? Just sit in silence?"

You shrug, "Depends how I'm feeling. I'll tell them about my week, anything interesting that's going on. Sometimes I'll have a little picnic, read, journal, listen to some music."

"That sounds....really nice."

You softly smile up at him, "It is. You should try it some time."

Suddenly, your alarm started going off on your phone. You quickly picked up your device, swiping off the alarm and looked back up to Bucky, "Sorry. I have to go." you stood up, collecting your things, "It was nice to meet you, James. I'll see you around!"

You shake his hand again and head to your car. Bucky watches as you drive away and he sighs. He turns to your parents' grave and whispers, "I'm sorry."

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The next week, Bucky sat under a tree close to your parent's grave plot so that he could see you clearly and you him.

Right on time, you drove up, hopping out of your car with a picnic basket in hand and some other items.

Bucky sat looking down at the book in his lap, but glancing your way every so often, waiting until-

"Hey," you give a light kick to his boot and he looks up, shooting you a small grin, "Oh hi. Nice to see you again."

"Do you wanna join me?"

Bucky shakes his head, "No, it's fine. I don't want to interrupt your time-"

"It's okay, James. I don't mind. It'd be nice to have some living company for a change," you give a little giggle and he sighs.

"Well if you insist," he snaps his book shut and gets to his feet, following you to your parents' plot. You already have the picnic set up and you sit down, a look of hesitation on your face.

"Um, I kinda packed some extra food, just in case I ran into you today."

Bucky's brows shoot up in surprise, "Wow. Um, thank you. That's-That's really nice."

You hold out a tupperware of pasta salad and hand him a bottle of water. You play music on your phone while you two eat and make idle chatter.

You tell Bucky of your childhood, how your parents were abruptly taken from you, and how you grew up with your aunt and uncle. It provided some relief to him that your growing up parentless wasn't completely bad, that your aunt and uncle provided a sufficient amount of love and care to you on top of their own children.

Bucky was amazed that despite being orphaned at a young age, you were still filled with so much love, heart, and light, and that you wanted to provide as much care and compassion to troubled children. It was admirable.

A few hours past and both you and Bucky didn't realize how much the day has gone.

"Wow, I don't think I've spent this much time here in a day."

"Sorry," Bucky murmurs with a wince as he helps you to your feet.

You shook your head, "Don't be. Today was fun, James."

"Bucky."

"Hm?"

"Call me Bucky. It's a nickname."

"Bucky," you tested the name on your tongue, "It's cute."

For some reason, Bucky felt himself blushing at the compliment. So he looks down, afraid you might see his blushing cheeks and replies, "Thanks."

"Do you wanna have lunch sometime, Bucky?"

His head shoots back up and you look at him surprised, "Huh?"

You shrug, "I don't know. There's just something about you. I want to get to know you more. If that's okay."

"Um," he nervously runs his gloved hands down the side of his jeans, "Yeah. Sure."

"Great!" you take out your phone and hand it to him, "Put your number in." After he does so, you take back your phone, "So I'll call you and we can hash out the details?"

"I'll be waiting," he responds with a chuckle and a smile. He escorts you back to your car and waves as you drive away. Once you're gone, his smile drops and he murmurs, "Shit. I think I like her."

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws #falcon and the winter soldier spoilers #fatws spoilers

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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Burnout

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: Working nonstop leaves Clay officially exhausted. Too bad he doesn’t know when to call it quits. Luckily for him, you do.

Warnings: depictions of anxiety + exhaustion + burnout

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this was inspired by some of my own personal experiences. please get some rest if you need it. i hope you enjoy!

Clay awoke to the sound of meowing in his ear and a paw prodding at his cheek.

Letting out a small groan, he shifted, vaguely aware that his cheek was pressed against something cold. He reached up in front of his face, his fingertips meeting soft fur. He blinked an eye open, his hand rubbing at his bleary vision. Little by little, the fogginess slowly parted to reveal Patches’ olive green eyes peering back at him. The moment his gaze met hers, she meowed, swiping at his face again.

“Stop,” he croaked, surprising himself by how dry his mouth was. Almost immediately, Patches took a step back, meowing once more at him before hopping off the table and vanishing from his line of sight.

He raised a hand to his throat, swallowing uncomfortably. Slowly, he lifted his head from the desk, taking in the sight of his desk set-up. While his monitor was dark, it was his laptop that was lighting up the cluttered mess that had become his studio. Off to his right sat his green water bottle.

Right. His water bottle had been empty for—

His eyes darted to the clock, squinting. The numbers 1:47 AM flashed back at him.

—six hours.

When did I knock out? he wondered to himself, rubbing at his temples. Two hours ago? He shook his head. Well, doesn’t matter, now. Gotta finish the new plug-in.

He reached over, nudging his mouse with his elbow. The moment his cursor moved, his monitor came to life, light flooding the dimness of his room. He squinted, shielding his eyes from the glaring brightness of the screen with the back of his hand.

His code was still open, the line having cut off in the middle, the open bracket hanging wide, waiting to be completed and closed.

He grimaced, the gears already whirring in his head as he stared at the ticking clock on his screen. He needed to have the plug-in coded by tomorrow—or, well, today—so he could send it off to George for their scheduled test run. Not to mention the video he was only halfway finished editing he wanted to upload in two days’ time.

He dragged a hand over his face, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Just then, there was another low growl, this time coming from his stomach. He glanced downward at his hoodie pocket, something sharp digging at his insides.

Well, first, it seemed like he would need some food.

He pushed back his chair and pushed himself onto his feet, wincing at the way his muscles ached. They were definitely sore from not having been used in god knows how long, now. With another sigh, he turned, pushing the door open to his studio before climbing the stairs.

It only took a few moments for him to find the kitchen. He fumbled with the light switch for a second before the room was suddenly flooded with light. He winced, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Oh god,” he muttered, his throat feeling raw, “it’s so bright.”

A few seconds later, he peeked through his fingers and lowered his hand, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. As soon as he could see clearly once more, he dragged himself over to the cabinet, pulling the door open to peer inside. Empty space stared back at him, and he frowned. We forgot to go grocery shopping.

A snack-size bag of chips and two cups of instant ramen stared back at him, almost tauntingly. After staring for another moment, he found himself pulling out one of the two cups, eyeing it dubiously before shrugging. It’ll do. Flipping open the kettle, he quickly filled it with some water before setting it to boil. As he waited, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tore open the cup cover, fishing out the flavour packet and tearing it open with his teeth. Just as he was pouring the flavour powder in, he heard a voice behind him.

“Clay?”

He froze, then felt something in his chest soften. He turned, mustering what energy he had to send you a smile. “Hi, [Y/N].” At the sight of your bleary eyes, his smile drooped. “You’re still awake?”

You yawned, holding a hand over your mouth. “Mhm. Hungry. I’m just grabbing a snack, that’s all.”

Behind him, the kettle whistled. He quickly removed the top, then turned back to send you a knowing look. “Me too.”

You strolled over to the cabinet he had looked through earlier, frowning as you let out a sigh. “I’ll go grocery shopping this weekend,” you murmured, reaching for the chips. “Anything you want?”

He cast a glance at the chips in your hand. “More chips?” he offered softly. “I dunno. I haven’t really thought about it.”

You bobbed your head and pulled the bag open, immediately sticking a chip in your mouth. Clay let the sound of chips crunching fill the air as he poured the boiling water into his noodle cup, stirring absentmindedly as you quickly finished the bag. After a few moments, he eagerly raised his chopsticks to his lips, a whirlwind of flavour filling his mouth. The noodles didn’t particularly help with the dryness of his mouth or his tiredness, but at least he wasn’t hungry anymore.

The two of you ate in silence for a while. At one point, you finished the chips and threw out the bag, but he wasn’t quite paying attention. He felt his toes curl beneath him as he shifted in an effort to keep himself awake, but he could still feel the exhaustion pulling at his ankles. He wished he was asleep, he really did.

Just then, you spoke up. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, snapping out of his tired daze. “Yeah,” he mumbled in between chews. “I’m just a bit tired.”

You pursed your lips, leaning back against the counter as you eyed him up and down. “You look more than just ‘a bit tired’, Clay.”

He swallowed, averting his gaze from yours as he focused on shoveling more noodles in his mouth. His eyelids burned, weighed down by bricks made of exhaustion. “You think so?”

You didn’t answer, only staring at him for a few moments longer as he finished the cup of ramen. He didn’t even have the strength to think about the tension pervading the air. As soon as he was finished, he set the cup down, ignoring how heavy his arm felt. He felt your eyes on his as he rinsed out the empty container before tossing it in the recycling bin. He turned, your gaze locking onto his. Irritation prickled up his spine at your expression.

“What?” he said, his tone coming out harsher than he intended. A flicker of guilt ran through him, but it quickly dissolved into weariness once more. Whatever. He was tired. It didn’t matter. Right?

To his surprise, you didn’t flinch like he thought you would. Instead, you took a small step toward him, your hand reaching up and forward tentatively. Your fingers brushed against his cheekbone, and the moment your palm met his skin, he nearly melted into your touch. How long had it been since his shoulders felt so loose? He couldn’t recall.

“Clay,” you murmured, your thumb brushing over his cheek, “will you come to bed with me?”

His breath hitched. Sleeping? Now? He couldn’t afford it—even a single lick of sleep would throw him off entirely. He needed to finish his code and finish editing that video for the day after. He couldn’t just sleep, now.

He sent you a smile, hoping it didn’t look as sad as it felt. “Sorry, love, but I have a bit more work I have left to do.”

You blinked, your lips curling downward. Your frown bit into him harder than he would have liked. Slowly, you pulled your hand back from his cheek, something disappointing flashing in your gaze. “Okay,” you said quietly, turning to walk out of the kitchen. “Please go to sleep soon, though, alright?”

He nodded, but the action didn’t fully register in his head as he watched you disappear from his line of sight. Already, he missed your warmth against his face, and he had half the mind to change his mind and go to bed with you right then and there.

But the deadline hanging over his head wrapped a fraction tighter around his throat, whispering into his ear like a menace. “You don’t have time.”

Indeed, he didn’t.

Shutting the kitchen lights off, he slipped back down the stairs once more, striding back into his studio. He collapsed into his chair with a grunt, shaking his mouse as his monitor came back to life. He cracked his knuckles once before settling his hands back on the keyboard, focusing his attention back on the open bracket once more.

He wasn’t sure how much time he spent typing, opening and closing Google as he ran into bug after bug. The longer he stared at the screen, the more his brain felt like it was slowly getting the life sucked out of it. He had only completed another dozen lines of code or two when something tore him out of his focus.

“Clay.”

His thoughts came to a jarring halt in his head. He turned, spotting you leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed over your chest. A concerned expression was plastered to your face, and he nearly fell out of his chair. “[Y/N]? Why are you still up?” His eyebrows knit together. “I thought you went to bed.”

“I sent George a text,” you said abruptly, your eyes scanning his face with a wary look, “and he said he doesn’t mind doing the test run another day.”

Clay’s mouth fell open, a wave of shock rolling over him. You... what? Swallowing, he closed it, shaking his head slightly. Just because he didn’t need to finish the code didn’t mean he still didn’t have any work to do. “I still have to finish the video—”

“You can finish that another day, too,” you suddenly said, your eyes not leaving his. He saw your fingers curl into your pyjamas. “You know your fans will love it no matter when it comes out.”

Something welled up inside of him, something hard and cold that dug straight through his bones. “B-But...”

You simply tilted your head at him, a weary look crossing your face. “But what, Clay? Is there anything else?”

He paused for a moment, a pebble of shame dropping into his stomach as he shook his head. “No,” he admitted quietly. His heart burned uncomfortably between his lungs. “But I could always get a head start on—“

“Clay,” you said sharply, not missing the way he jumped, “don’t you see what you’re doing to yourself?” You lowered your arms and your voice grew quiet, something pained flitting across your features. “This is killing you.”

He stared at you, the light of his monitor making your face glow in the dimness of his studio. As much as he tried, he couldn’t think of another rational justification for staying up. He had no other immediate tasks, no other projects he needed to work on in this moment. He had no reason to stay awake any longer.

And yet, deep down, something anxious and angry thrashed in his gut. Sleeping now just felt wrong. It was almost as though it was a crime, as though he would somehow fail if he didn’t keep working. After all, if he didn’t keep working, then what kind of creator was he?

But the longer he stared at you, taking in the sight of your pleading eyes and worried frown, he felt something else overtake him entirely. A different kind of sinking feeling settled over his shoulders, and he swallowed.

“[Y/N],” he said honestly, suddenly feeling vulnerable and very, very sad, “I’m tired.”

Your gaze softened, and he almost wanted to cry. “I know,” you said, soft and sincere.

With quiet steps, you made your way over to him, stopping just in front of him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your stomach as he let out a shaky breath. You didn’t move, simply raising a hand to pat his head. For a few moments, he simply leaned against you, feeling his eyes sting and burn with a mixture of fatigue and sadness. Was he really that tired?

“You put too much responsibility on your own shoulders, Clay,” you murmured, your hand leaving his head. “You’re allowed to be your own person. You’re allowed to spend time to yourself. You’re allowed to take care of yourself—you need to.”

You pulled back slightly, and he raised his head. His lungs felt like they had tied themselves into a knot in his chest, but the moment his eyes met yours, he could suddenly breathe clearly again.

“Please,” you said, “come to bed with me.”

He blinked. Then, he nodded. “Okay.”

He didn’t miss the smile that stretched across your face as you reached over to save his code, turning off his monitor. As soon as the studio filled with darkness, you slipped your hand into his, tugging him out of his chair and up the stairs. He didn’t remember walking into the bathroom, but you were suddenly shoving his toothbrush in his hand.

“I’ll wait for you in our room,” you said, “okay?”

He nodded again, still too dazed to fully comprehend anything. He only half remembered brushing his teeth, spitting out the toothpaste as he rinsed out his mouth in the sink. Before he knew it, he was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, his eyelids already drooping. You were sitting on the bed, your legs curled beneath you and the blankets pulled back for him.

The moment he stepped inside, you lifted your chin, tilting your head at him. “You done?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but cut himself off with a yawn. Wiping at his blurring vision, he nodded. “Mhm.”

The pleased grin you sent him made his heart swell with affection. “Perfect.” You patted the space in front of you. “C’mere.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, he walked forward and climbed onto the bed, settling his head back against the pillow as you pulled the sheets up over him. After a few seconds of shifting, he finally settled down, his shoulders sagging as he let the tightness seep out of his body and into the bed.

“Comfy?” you asked softly, your voice washing over him like a soothing melody.

He shifted his head slightly, his legs curling further into the warm blankets. “Very.”

He could only imagine the soft smile on your face, a fond look filling your eyes. “When’s the last time you slept before four o’clock?”

He thought for a moment. If he had the energy, he would have shrugged. “Can’t remember. Must have been a month ago, or something.”

He could hear the frown in your voice. “That’s not healthy, Clay.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, feeling his lips curl slightly. “Probably.”

There was a slight pause, then he felt your hand in his hair. In an instant, he had melted into putty on the mattress, tilting his head slightly toward you. “You can only run on sheer passion for so long,” you murmured, dragging your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. “People need rest. And good food. And warm hugs. And love.”

He blinked, slow and lazy. “Love?” he repeated.

You hummed. “Yeah.” Dipping your head, you pressed a kiss beside his ear, whispering, “Lots and lots of love.”

He nodded ever so subtly, his head sinking further and further into his pillow. “Love,” he whispered back, caught in a dreamlike haze.

Your fingers scratched against his scalp, and he let out a tiny sigh. “You still with me?”

“Mm,” he mumbled, “not really.”

Your hand stilled for a moment, then carried on. “Good. Go to sleep, Clay.” He could hear the soft smile in your voice. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He said something back, or at least he thought he did, but he had drifted too far to care at that point.

This was nice. He missed this.

That night, Clay fell asleep with your hands in his hair and a smile on his face—feeling warm, safe, and oh-so loved.

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drcrushers · 2 years ago

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prompt: they go swimming in the styx

out of all the rivers that loop through the underworld, the styx is her favorite. it’s the longest, and there are entire sections of it untouched - the souls only go so far downriver and beyond that, the water flows clear and true. it takes a bit of a walk from the house but it’s worth it, persephone finds. over the course of several years she’s managed to wear a decent path so it’s easier to follow. it’s not quite a secret of hers; hades knows of it, and sometimes he’ll join her but it’s rare more often than not (she’s learned her man is not exactly a swimmer, or one who likes to take breaks).

at the moment he’s bemoaning because she’s dragging him away from work upon threat of a number of things, least of all bodily harm.

"i didn't marry you for you to keep yourself slavin' away all day." she says over her shoulder as he trails along behind, probably still crunching those numbers in his head. numbers for a town he says he's gonna build to house the shades, to put them to work, to give them something to do other than wander around. give them purpose again. persephone ain't against it, but she reckons if he don't start taking more breaks then that gray that's started to show at his temples and in his stubble is gonna spread a whole lot faster.

"it won't be forever. just - for now. i want to give you the best, wife." he murmurs lowly and persephone shoots him another look that she knows he doesn't catch.

"all i want is you, darlin'. your company. that's the best." she's already kicking off her boots, sending them sailing into the dark grasses along the bank as she hops in her struggle to get the other off. she's breezily dressed today, so removing her clothes is a matter of unclipping the pomegranate inlay at her shoulder before the fabric pools at her feet and she can step out of it. ever one for comfort, she wears nothing else beneath.

the low rumble of noise that sounds like thunder behind her is a sure sign she has finally caught her husband's attention proper. all bemoaning is gone and when she turns he's standing there like a statue except those eyes, which are suddenly much darker and roam over her like a mortal man would any olympian feast. she grins, full of wild abandon, before she steps into the cool waters and wades into the river. the styx ain't too deep near the edges, but as she wades further into the wide river the ground slopes and she's forced to start treading water. by the time she turns again, hades is finally loosening his tie and she knows she's won.

he's meticulous in the way he undresses, folding things neatly whereas her garments lay in an unkempt pile. persephone's curls have already started to slump from the dampness by the time he even steps a toe into the river. they're safe from any prying eyes here, no shades to interrupt so there's no need to worry about their lack of clothing in order to enjoy the water across their skin. she watches in silent triumph when she sees him relax a fraction of an inch when the water hits his back, even more so when he finally reaches where she's swam out to. large hands envelop her from beneath the water and she smiles a bit too broadly.

"better?" she cocks a brow, sliding her arms around his neck as he holds her and treads water and suddenly the rest of the world melts away. she rakes a wet hand through his hair, thumb brushing against the gray at his temples fondly - it suits him, even if she hates seeing the signs of age on him every winter when she returns. another patch of gray, another set of lines around his eyes or mouth. it's hard, the suddenness of it - and it becomes more every year. she's luck to have a few more freckles or a few more light streaks in her hair from the sun - time wears on him far faster.

"gettin' there." he says lowly, as if it might kill him to relent to her being right, that this would serve as a de-stressing aid and more time spent with her. it's easier for him to forget work when they can spend time together outside of the house and away from his office.

her legs wrap around his waist and he easily holds her weightless frame against him. persephone brushes her nose against his.

"and now?"

hades hums and it nearly vibrates every inch of her body for how closely they're pressed to each other, how tightly wrapped around him she is.

"you're a real distraction, you know."

"i'll take that as a compliment." she kisses the corner of his mouth and draws away before he can protest. "c'mon. bet i can reach the other side before you."

"and what's my prize if i win?"

"you're a smart man, darlin' - i'm sure you can figure it out."

#Anonymous #hadestown #prompts #hadestown prompt

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swan2swan · 4 years ago

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I think the thing that makes me love RWBY so much is that they’ve escalated their progressivism with the times.

So many shows and franchises I loved years ago have now become “eh” these days because they reached some sort of limit. Star Wars had the most spectacular nosedive by completely erasing their black protagonist from the narrative and eroding any depth from the white woman protagonist (while sabotaging the Heroic Space-Dominican by making him overconfident comic relief), but while they worked in some more diversity with The Mandalorian, they obviously had...a number of issues. SNL could be doing skits every week about the continued police violence in DC, utilizing the platform to do new things, but they’re quickly recessing back to their typical stuff. When Samantha Bee and other comedians got too on-point with their skewers, they had to offer apologies and retract statements. Disney’s mainstay cartoons have done a great job diversifying the color palette...but they’ve also failed to progress in a lot of other regards, and unless Zootopia+ goes on a full binge of exposing corruption and violence among cops, I’m very wary. Even Rogue Squadron has side-eye because I suspect it’s going to be Air Force propaganda--which brings us right over to the Marvel Universe and its, well...you know all about that.

I know I spent pretty much that whole giant paragraph talking about Disney, but, hey, that’s a monopoly for you. The Jurassic franchise has done well (the Prattster being a major detriment, though), and there have been a number of other sparks, but you can tell that a lot of franchises aren’t going to take major steps foward. A lot of others do stand to be progressive...but remain unappreciated (Thundercats Roar...) or end up underfunded or poorly-written, or left in the hands of people who make bad decisions (the DC cinematic universe has a lot of good potential and doesn’t seem afraid or limited, but also, “pushing the envelope” for them is “Batman drops an F-bomb”, so...yeah).

RWBY? It’s super-popular. It’s brilliantly written. It has an immense and talented cast of actors and actresses, animators, directors, producers, and is even working with management that is willing to allow delays and schedule shifts in order to avoid crunch and overwork (so I hear).

And what have they done?

They started by being revolutionary by having all-female protagonists. Then they had a few subtle same-sex hints (Reese’s wink, Bumbleby foreshadowing, Coco, Emerald...), but nothing major...until they pulled out the wives a few volumes later. And Ilia. And they’re racing toward Bumbleby. It was pretty obvious that Qrow was into Clover (bless his poor taste...). They didn’t do Pilot Bro. And today? Straight-up Trans story to the face, spoken by a trans voice actress.

All wrapped tightly within stories calling out authoritarianism, bracketed by songs about how you shouldn’t give up hope just because it’s dark, and deliverring messages about fighting for the future.

While Star Wars preached “you should always be hopeful!” while spreading misery and deflating fans’ optimistic bubbles left and right, RWBY keeps heading forward and providing victory and spectacular moments, allowing characters to grow and change and develop.

RWBY feels like it will stand the test of time, but it also feels like it belongs in the present--and it’s not just because it’s adapting to the current day and age. It’s a year behind and still on-pace, because it’s trying to push forward. It’s smart, it’s full of heart, and it’s good.

#I really chose well when I started this #and again when I came back #rwby #rwby spoilers #yes

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imerdwarf · 4 years ago

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Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

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cloudywriter · 3 years ago

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the lost princess of terrasen

rowaelin month - september 7th

prompt: fairytale au - (an anastasia au in this case)

important: okay y’all so i went way overboard with this entire au and it got out of hand so now this might just be a full-blown thing. however, with that whole releation and me going crazy with outlining and writing i could really only have this much of the story out and ready for today but i plan on continuing it!! hopefully after rowaelin month. enjoy this little introduction :)

(cw: brief descriptions of violence)

masterlist, AO3

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At freshly 18, Celaena Sardothien was free. She’d aged out of the orphanage and was finally released to go live her own life, no longer held down in the outskirts of Rifthold. Celaena didn’t want to wait a second longer, the need to leave the horrid place she’d lived the last ten years was ingrained in her bones.

The woman who ran the orphanage, Clarisse, was cruel. From a young age, she poked at Celaena, commenting constantly on her weight or how she didn’t act like a proper young lady. Her entire life up until this point was spent at the mercy of Clarisse and her stern ways. All the girls in the orphanage were treated as maids and dolls for Clarisse to manipulate. But, Celaena made it, counting down the days until her birthday.

Now, here she was, stuck out in the cold. She’d imagined her freedom to be more alluring than this instead she was shaking as she wandered through side streets that led to the heart of Rifthold. She carried with her a backpack barely full of her meager belongings and the too-thin coat on her back. Clarisse didn’t even spare her a hat to keep out the cold so she moved her hair to shield her freezing ears the best she could and waddled along the snowy pavement.

She still had her kingsflame necklace around her neck, though, and that’s all that mattered. Where she had gotten it from she hadn’t a clue. The first memory she possessed was waking up in the very orphanage that would become her prison. Clarisse explained to her that she’d hit her head and a nice man named Arobynn had brought Celaena to Clarisse to be cared for. Clarisse questioned her about her family and upbringing relentlessly but Celaena could not recall a thing. Her mind was blank. For many nights as a young girl, she’d sit upright in the creaky, lumpy bed she occupied and willed herself to remember. She’d cry and scream, banging her fists into her head in frustration when nothing ever surfaced.

The only connection she had to whatever life she lived before was her kingsflame necklace. And she’d follow that kingsflame to the ends of the continent if it meant she’d one day solve the mystery of her existence.

Which led her to the first stop on her journey of discovery, Terrasen. Once Celaena had accepted that her memories weren’t coming back and this was the life she’d have to lead she adjusted. She served Clarisse and went to the small, dilapidated school down the street with the other orphans. There she discovered her love of books and the meager library the school offered became her sanctuary. It was there while she read a book on the kingdoms on Erilea, hoping something would strike her familiar she learned that kingsflame flowers only bloomed in one place, the capital of Terrasen, Orynth.

As a child that discovery was a revelation. Terrasen. Maybe she was from Terrasen.

As Celaena walked she felt her toes growing increasingly numb, Adarlan’s winters were bitter and she was not equipped with the proper wear. Her teeth chattered but she pushed forward, she needed to get passage to Terrasen.

She drew the map out of the pocket of her coat once again and checked the status of her journey. Only a little longer until she was at Rifthold’s main dock station.

The city of Rifthold was big and Celaena felt out of her depth as groups of people swarmed the streets walking to and from their different destinations. It was overwhelming, the smells, the tall buildings, the weather, the noise, the sheer number of people, everything.

Eventually, she saw the lights of the station and she blew a sigh of relief, she hadn’t been very confident in her ability to read a map. She approached a man sitting in a booth behind a sheet of glass, smoking a cigarette.

Celaena stepped up to the counter.

“Hello, sir, I’d like to buy a ticket to Orynth,” she gave him a smirk, leaning casually on the box. She’d learned from many years of coexisting with Clarisse and a revolving door of people that to make it through life you needed a mask. Celaena had crafted her mask carefully and had perfected her act after so many years. She exuded arrogance and confidence so that another soul would never see the scared, lost little girl she truly was.

The man grunted, blowing a puff of smoke from between his cracked lips. “Do you have your papers, girl?”

Her brain stalled. Papers? She cleared her throat, “papers?”

“Yes,” his scratchy voice replied, “you need papers to cross the border.”

Celaena’s heart sank but she kept her expression neutral. “Well, I-”

“Listen, girl, I’m not going to sit here and waste your time so don’t sit here and waste mine. If you don’t have the right documents then I can’t sell you a ticket, simple as that,” he held the cigarette between his teeth.

She searched for some way to turn this situation around, chewing on her bottom lip.

From the shadows a little ways into the dark alley adjacent to the docks, she heard a hissed whisper. “You, blondie,” an old woman emerged slightly from the shadows, beckoning Celaena forward with her index finger.

Celaena looked around, the man in the booth was already back to ignoring her, his nose stuck in a newspaper so she decided to approach the woman. She didn’t have much to lose and Celaena thought if it went south she could take her.

Celaena crept closer, tightening her grip on the strap of her backpack.

“You need papers?” Her voice was hoarse as if her throat was made of sandpaper. Celaena nodded her head keeping her guard up, watching her surroundings out of her peripheral.

“I know who can get you some,” her face morphed into a slight smile that unsettled Celaena more than anything. Celaena furrowed her brows, “who?” The woman tsked at her, her hot breath forming a cloud in front of her face.

“That kind of information isn’t free, my dear.” Celaena had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, everything came with a price in this world.

Celaena reached around to the side pocket of her backpack, fishing out a few coins she had to spare. She’d saved just enough from doing odd jobs to pay her fare to Terrasen. She deposited the coins into the palm of the old woman’s hand, her knobby fingers running along their smooth edges.

“Go a few streets north and into the red brick warehouse with the large windows, you can’t miss it. Ask for a Mr. Rowan Whitethorn, he’ll get you the papers,” she instructed, hoarding the scant sum of money she was given as though they were priceless heirlooms. Celaena turned her head in the direction the woman directed as if she could spot the warehouse from here and by the time she rounded back the woman had disappeared once again.

Celaena huffed and shot another glance at the ticket man, he was still paying no attention, tapping his cigarette out with his finger. She didn’t necessarily want to go on a wild goose chase to obtain these papers but she had no other way of getting them so she breathed deeply and shoved her hands into her pockets and twisted north.

The woman was right about not being able to miss the warehouse. It was a large, old, imposing structure, clearly, it had not been in use for some time now. Celaena crept closer peering into the foggy windows as she passed the front of the building. She couldn’t see anything and was unconvinced she’d find the elusive ‘Rowan Whitethorn’ inside.

Nonetheless, she approached a rusting metal door on the side and pushed it open with her gloved hand. The door protested but it miraculously opened revealing a wide area stacked high with boxes along the walls and corners.

She ventured further into the space, dust and broken glass crunching beneath her boots. She didn’t see any signs of life besides maybe some rats. As she neared the opposite corner what could’ve been a makeshift sitting area came into view, blocked from view initially by a stack of boxes. She approached noting the circle of crates, a dusty blanket, and a few books piled on the side.

She peered at the title of the book on the top of the stack.

The Royal Family of Terrasen. Mixed emotions surged through her body.

“Who’s in here?” A male voice boomed nearly rattling the windows. Celaena shuttered, letting her bravo fill her bones as she heard a set of footsteps enter the space.

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Rowan Whitethorn’s life since the fall of Terrasen and the reign of the Valg had been a hell-hole, to put it bluntly. His family fell out of status, his parents were slain in the ambush on Orynth’s castle, and Rowan was left in an unfamiliar land at twelve years old.

A sect of the Whitethorn house had been visiting Terrasen’s court for the holidays when Maeve made her move against the continent. Doranelle crumpled first to her rule and Terrasen followed, the army of Valg she’d amassed was too large to stand against. Adarlan only survived because King Dorian bowed down to Maeve.

Even now at twenty-two, he has nightmares about that evening. The terror he felt as Valg poured into the ballroom and slaughtered the royals. The terror he saw in the princess of Terrasen’s eyes as she was shoved into the kitchens by her nursemaid where Rowan had happened to take shelter as well. He was scared too, running as soon as his father screamed at him to as the Valg slit his throat. He regretted it deeply, leaving like a coward when the palace was invaded. He regretted the cowering he did in the kitchens as well but when the young princess had burst in the doors, tears flowing freely down her cheeks something had come over him. He had pushed her out into the snow yelling at her to run and she did, scrambling to find her footing.

The rest was a blur, the Vlag hurried into the kitchens soon after but somehow Rowan made it out with his life. The same could not be said for many people in the castle that night.

Now, Rowan lived in Rifthold as a thief and doer of other’s dirty work. He longed for the day he could get out of this city of nightmares crawling with Valg. One day, he promised himself, one day he’d have to funds to make it back to Wendlyn and witness what had become of his home.

There was an opportunity, though, that’d heard about from whispers on the streets. Aedion Ashryver. One of the few survivors from Terrasen’s downfall. He chosen to stay in Terrasen’s territory afterward, the country had no real structured ruling now. The old King-Consort Darrow was the closest thing there was to a king but from what he’d gathered the man is old and weak, not the same after the death of his husband, King Orlon. Terrasen had virtually crumbled.

Somehow, Aedion had built up the Bane and gained standing for himself. A standing he was using to campaign to find his long-lost cousin. How Maeve hadn’t gotten wind of Aedion and his plotting and squashed him, Rowan wasn’t sure. Nevertheless, Aedion was offering a hefty reward for the return of his dear Aelin, the nation’s true queen, convinced she was still alive.

Rowan thought the operation was useless. Her body was never found, that was true, but he imagined she’d likely fled into the Oakwald forest and perished from hypothermia not long after. If he could make a pretty penny from returning the ‘princess’ to Aedion, though, he wasn’t above doing so.

All Rowan needed was a young, blonde, and blue-eyed woman he could convince to join his cause and he could coach her to be the perfect replacement for Aelin. Truthfully, he wasn’t convinced this could ever be achieved but it was something he’d contemplated.

Rowan was making his way back to the warehouse he liked to operate his more shady business out of, the biting cold seeping into his clothes. The looming, muddy red-brick building came into view and he pushed the frosted metal door open. Immediately, he was aware that someone had invaded his space.

Small footsteps had disrupted the layer of dusk along the floor. His hand flew to the dagger strapped to his chest as he prowled further inside.

“Who’s in here?” he called out, gripping the dagger tightly by its handle. Once he got far enough into the space he could see a young woman was standing near his makeshift seats.

The first thing he noticed was she was beautiful. Long, golden blonde hair flowed down her shoulders, her skin was pale and her lips had a blue tint to them. Rowan pushed aside all those unsavory thoughts, she was an intruder after all. However, he couldn’t help but study her, she was dressed far too light for the dead of winter, not even a hat on her head.

She looked right back at him, accessing him as he was her. She didn’t look scared to have been caught trespassing, no, honestly, she looked annoyed as if he was interrupting her.

“Who the hell are you?”

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wonderful-wells-writing · 3 years ago

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Fanclub; Chapter 1

EoWells x Reader

Some of the STAR Labs employees have a secret fanclub where they discuss Harrison Wells and share pictures they take when they think he isn't looking. Problem is it's not quite as secret as they think it is. The man himself seems to have taken an interest in the the little group, finding it to be the perfect place to find willing partners to satisfy his needs. And you're his next pick.

Work is dying down for the evening at STAR Labs. Chemists are checking that all the storage units are set to the proper temperatures. Engineers are making sure that everything that needs to be powered down is. Lab techs are cleaning up their stations. But nearly everybody is discussing their plans for the weekend.

There is one worker who is not engaging in such conversations. You are currently crammed between two sections of machinery, determined to get this wiring finished before leaving for the day. That way, Monday, bright and early your team can start doing test runs.

You are not engaging in conversation with others but rather are talking to yourself as you work. “Some red over here, blue wire over there.” Your grin would light up the room if anybody could see it. “I just love when a color-coded array comes together.” There’s a buzz on your right butt-cheek, and you squeal in surprise.

“Everything alright in there?” One of the other scientists looks up from the desk.

“Yeah, Bri,” you extract yourself from the machine parts. “My phone just went off, and I thought something shocked me.”

“Girl, I can not tell you how often that happens to me,” Bri takes her purse from a drawer and a jacket off the chair. “So, what are your plans for the weekend. More number crunching?”

You pull your phone from your back pocket. “Actually my college roommate is having a bachelorette party tonight. So I said I would swing by the bar for a bit.”

“Sounds fun,” Bri gives a wave before heading to the door. “Don’t party too hard.”

She returns the wave before opening a group chat app on her phone to see what the notification is about.

KittyCat42; O.M.G did you see Dr. Wells today? a shirt THAT tight can not be workplace appropriate!!!

Attached is a photo taken from a smartphone at an angle in which the subject does not seem to be aware their picture is being taken. Dr. Harrison Wells is leaning over a desk, examining something on a monitor. Kitty is right; his shirt is very tight, his biceps bulge through the long black sleeves.

You grin, considering sending a reply, but another message comes in first.

YummyBitch73; Think he’s got plans? Looking that good, he’s got to be going out tonight.

Your thumbs move across the screen to type a quick response.

BabyDoll14; Maybe he has a date tonight?

KittyCat42; wonder who the lucky girl is?

You lean against a nearby workbench, smirking at the screen.

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On the other side of the lab, somebody picks up their phone to check the barrage of notifications coming in. They chuckle before adding their own two cents.

Speedy22: Hey, who knows, it could be a lucky guy.

YummyBitch73: Oh you wish, he is a lady killer through and through

BabyDoll14: I mean, who are we to judge if it’s a lucky lady or gent. Maybe he swings one way, maybe he swings both ways. Who cares, we’re just here to talk about his ass behind his back.

“Speedy’ nods, almost respecting the woman on the other side of the screen for staying objective about objectifying her boss.

Speedy22: Speaking of ass, I got this one yesterday

He opens his gallery and scrolls until an ‘appropriate picture is found. A nice shot of Dr. Wells from behind; the quality is incredible for a smartphone shot. The man’s shirt is riding up, showing a nice strip of the skin of his back, even a bit of where his boxers rise above the waistband of his hands.

YummyBitch73: Damn Speedy, you always get the good ones. You’ll have to teach me some photography lessons sometime.

KittyCat42: what kind of camera are you using? The quality is so gooooood.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice draws his attention away from his device. “Are you staying late again tonight?”

Harrison Wells takes a breath to look her up and down, mentally running through his mind all the employees to try and remember who it is at his office door. “I’ll be headed out soon; I just have to wrap some things up.”

He recalls who she is when he sees the look she’s giving him. Brianna Masters, a specialist working down in Lab C. She would have had to go out of her way to get to his office before leaving. Self-proclaimed president of the Dr. Wells Fanclub, he had just been interacting with the group chat of; after the former president left with a job offer at Mercury Labs. She had been making goo-goo eyes at him since her interview three months ago.

“Well,” Bri twirls a curl of her hair, fluttering her eyelashes. “Harrison, you know I was wondering if you might like to take me out to get some drinks tonight?”

Dr. Wells tries to hide his displeasure at the thought. She wasn’t his type, physically, mentally, emotionally, “I have plans in the morning that require a clear head. Miss. Masters. Now is there anything of importance that you need?” The man was not adverse to flights of fancy to pass the time; he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on the little Fanclub of his if he wasn’t willing to look for ‘interested parties,’ but this particular woman has been of no real interest to him.

For reasons such as how she pouts at his response, “Well, having fun is important.” She mutters before wandering off down the hall, turning her attention to her phone.

YummyBitch73; holy Shit! He just asked me out for drinks. It sucks so much that I have to drive out to Coast City; I”d have taken him up in a heartbeat otherwise.

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Back in Lab C, you finally finish with the maintenance on the machine. You check your phone once more while heading over to the desk and nearly cackle at what you’re reading. Everybody knows that Bri is full of shit, but there’s no point in calling it out and causing discourse.

You mute the phone to focus on your computer. While humming a quiet tune, you work on moving files to the USB stick plugged into the monitor.

“Fuck,” you whisper, seeing the download time in comparison to the clock on the screen. Of course, you could just leave it be, take the weekend off. It’s not like you get paid extra to run calculations at home.

17 minutes later

“Nonononono, wait, please!” You’re half running to the street as the bus pulls away, leaving you in the illuminated circle of a streetlamp, cursing yourself. That was going to be the last bus coming this way for the night. If you walk home, you’ll never make it in time to change for the party. You might not even make the event at all. You pace up and down the sidewalk, contemplating your options.

A car pulls up beside you, tinted window rolling down, “Need a lift?”

You stop, shocked, “Oh, no I…” you pause, looking through the window, “Dr. Wells, hi...hey.” You swallow your pride. “I would really love to get a ride on-with, with you.” Internally you cringe at how that came out, but figure he probably wouldn’t have heard such a minor slip.

The lock clicks open, and you reach for the door.

“Maple Apartments on South 11th street, right?” Harrison glances at you as you get in the car.

You pause before shutting the door, “do I want to know how you know that?”

He laughs, and you jump a bit at it, “I can see how that would sound a little suspicious.” His smile is reassuring, and his blue eyes are kind behind his glasses. “It was on your registration forms when you started. I enter new employee data myself. Total recall can be useful even for small matters.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, shutting the door and buckling in. “I really appreciate this Dr. Wells, I would have been so late tonight if I didn’t get home to change soon.”

“Bit plans tonight?” Harrison asks as he starts driving. Truth is he had suspected you’d be missing her bus. He had seen you running after the last bus or driven past you walking home numerous times out his way out. You had quite the habit of working until the absolute last moment.

You smile, twiddling your thumbs to keep your hands occupied. “Yeah, I’m meeting a friend at the new bar that opened down the street from my place. She’s getting married soon, and since I can’t make the wedding, I promised I would spend at least a couple hours at her bachelorette party.” You aren’t exactly sure why you’re volunteering this information to your boss. It would be inappropriate to be so casual with him; then again, it’s also inappropriate to be part of a Fanclub that secretly takes pictures of him and talks about how great his ass looks.

Harrison ‘hmms’ in thought. “Why can’t you make it to the wedding?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, taking a moment to take in the way you sit, act, look, before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, they scheduled it for a Wednesday, so,” you look towards him just moments after he looks away. The first thing you notice is his hair; whenever you’ve seen him in the morning, it’s perfectly combed and straight, but it seems like as the day went on, it began to take on a life of its own. While the back is still nice and neat, the front is sticking out in all kinds of directions.

“You could have asked for the day off,” Dr. Wells offers, “Am I such a terrible boss that you think I”d deny you some vacation after all your hard work?”

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks at what seems to be a compliment to her work ethic, “Oh no, I don’t think that at all. It’s just that, well, we have so much work to do. Every day we get a little closer to your dreams of the particle accelerator, and I want to contribute absolutely everything I can to that dream.” You smile. “You’re going to do such incredible things for the world of science Dr. Wells, and I don’t want to waste any time that could be spent helping you.”

The man is somewhat stunned by this. He’d attributed her long hours and determination to personal ambition. “What about you? Do you want history to remember you for your achievements?”

You bite your lower lip in thought at the question, “I mean sure, it would be nice to be recognized for my contribution, but,” she takes a deep breath, “I’m more concerned about how my work will impact the world, not so much if I’m remembered for it. Anyways you’re the true genius. I can tell that STAR Labs will make big changes and put humanity on a path towards the future. As long as I get to be a part of that, it’s all I really need.”

Harrison does a low chuckle at your sentiment, amused by the naivety. You speak with such hope and wonder and admiration. If you knew the truth, how horrified would you be? The realization of the end goal of the particle accelerator, the effects across history that your determination would wreak.

He grins, “Well, I am glad to have such a dedicated employee, but I do believe that one off day is not going to hurt our progress.”

You purse your lips, “You don’t come down to Lab C very often; you’d be surprised how off the rails things can go when I’m not there. Anyways I would rather work than go to a wedding. It’s not my kind of scene.”

He can sense that you are holding something back but doesn’t press the issue any further. He’s reached your apartment building anyways.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be more than happy to give you the time off,” he says as he parks.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reach for the door handle, “oh, and thank you so much for the ride. I really owe you one.”

Dr. Wells makes a mental note about cashing in that favor later. “You just stay safe and enjoy yourself tonight.” He smiles warmly at you as you wave goodbye, but when the door shuts, his grin turns a bit darker. He watches you walk away, eyes tracing the curve of your figure, resting on the beautiful shape of your rear, right up until you disappear into your building.

As he begins to drive away, he catches sight of himself in the rearview mirror. There is something about this form of his that seems to drive the ladies crazy, and he wasn’t opposed to taking advantage of that. While pulling back into the street and driving away, he thinks on his situation.

For 13 years now, Eobard Thawne has been trapped in this god-forsaken time period. For a while, he had focused solely on his mission, rarely interacting with others unless it served a greater purpose. But he was still a man, subject to desire. At first, it was almost enough to make him regret allowing Harrison Well’s wife to die, she could have filled his needs easily. But that woman had been intelligent; she’d have discovered his identity eventually, so allowing her to die had been for the best.

Still, after a few years of isolation, Thawne had found the need unbearable and began seeing ways to fill the hole that was forming in his chest. Little flings, one-off nights where he indulged his carnal side, allowed himself the pleasure of another’s body before quickly parting ways with them, when he discovered that a fanclub devoted to him had been formed amongst his employees, that made the whole thing easier.

Joining the group chat under a false name was easy enough. It inflated his ego every time he read them discussing how great they thought he looked, and he was more than happy to provide material for them to gush over. And with that, it was like he had been given a list of women who would fuck him with no questions asked. All he had to do was choose. Of course, he has to be wary of those who might get too clingy or go off telling other people. But it’s not that hard to week those types out of the pack.

Thawne notices magenta neon as he’s driving. A club with a grand opening sign out front. He smiles, knowing that now not only does he have a new prey lure in, but the perfect hunting ground as well.

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under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game! send me a number + any of the characters from under the oak tree and i’ll write you a drabble :)

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1. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” + 50. “You’re lucky I love you” - jjk x reader - word count: 1.6k

Being new to Uwhen meant knowing practically no one. You would think living in a castle full of knights and servants and maids meant you would always have someone to keep you company, but no. Your naturally soft spoken ways and tendency to distance yourself from crowds only pushed you to hole yourself up in your room or hide outside amongst the courtyard and stables. Namjoon must've noticed how lost and lonely you always looked (it was his job to look after the castle and its tenants after all) because after your umpteenth walk around the garden that day, he took it upon himself to assign you a task that would, hopefully, put you in better spirits.

“Here, take this.” A small travel and a pair of petite leather gloves was shoved in your direction, dwarfed by Namjoon's hands as he held them out to you. You reared your head back in surprise, eyes fleeting back and forth between the items and his expectant face, “What are these for?”

“For you!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening and face breaking out into a dimpled smile.

You let out a noise of confusion and quirked an eyebrow, finger pointing to your chest in question, “For...me? What do I need these for?” You had no idea what had got into the man, he barely ever talked to you, always busy dealing with some issue in the kitchen or trying to order supplies. It made you feel kind of guilty, that was all stuff you should’ve been doing as the Lady of the Castle, but your lack of education and inability to manage money correctly made the tasks nearly impossible.

Namjoon just cleared his throat, dropping his outstretched hands when you showed no signs of taking them from him. “Well I figured, since you look so dreadfully bored, perhaps picking up a hobby would make you feel better. I believe gardening is a great way to pass the time.”

So cautiously you had taken them. Not even your father expected you to do manual labor back at home, so this was unheard of, “I can't believe I’m doing this.” you said. Namjoon let out a snort at your words before proceeding to show you the areas around the castle that needed the most help, not that you needed him too as you had already walked them probably a hundred times over. But still, from that day forward, you woke up early to garden and after three years you had rehabilitated the garden, the areas around the stables, pruned the shrubs and even pulled up a nasty infestation of weeds that surrounded the cobblestone pathways. But with your husband Jungkook finally coming home you had begun to put off your to-do list in a last ditch attempt to try and get to know him better, which was easier said than done.

You often compared Jungkook to the stone wall that surrounded the castle, hard to get through and constantly surrounded in a grey monotonous mood. Your efforts to hold a conversation with him were typically met with one word answers or a measly grunt which you learned, depending on the tone, was either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Sometimes you couldn’t even tell if he was listening, which you could understand was hard since most of the times you caught him he was either in the middle of overseeing training or stuffing food in his mouth. Still, sometimes you wished he would take a second to hear you out; to want to get to know you as much as you wanted to know him.

So today you had decided to put a pause in your plan to discover your husband and instead went back to tackling your goal of finally fixing up the courtyard. There wasn’t really much to do in terms of the small area, the circular shape didn’t allow much except for a few benches and flower patches here and there. The most challenging part was the large oak tree that stood right in the middle surrounded by crinkled leaves and dying twigs. It was almost sad. Yoongi had told you the tree had been here as long as he can remember, probably a few hundred years.

“It didn’t always look like this, ya know. The old maids in the kitchen say it used to be the pride and joy of Uwhen. Hard to believe that now though.” His words had basically been a challenge, even if that hadn’t been his intention. By the end of this year, you were going to revive the tree no matter what it took.

And that was how Jungkook found you, covered in dirt and cutting at thick grass that surrounded the trunk of the tree. He was used to waking up in bed with your side empty, sheets neatly tucked and spot cold. But usually you would find your way to him by the middle of the day, telling him all about what you had spent doing around the castle, and even if he didn’t show it those times were the favorite part of his evening. Listening to your relaxing voice after a hard day of training with pestering young knights and sitting in war meetings was like being soothed by the softest melody. Oftentimes it left him speechless. How was he expected to compare your lovely stories to his boring responsibilities? He preferred listening to you rather than himself. You were probably only doing this out of pity anyway; why would you want to spend time with him when he so obviously made you uncomfortable judging by how tense and shaky you always were when in his presence.

The sound of his heavy boots crunching must’ve alerted you to his presence, your head whipping around and working fingers halting. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so openly, “Sorry. I’ll leave.” he said, turning on his heel.

But the small giggle you let out in response had him stopping in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat, “Why would you leave? This is your castle and you’re free to roam wherever you please. Just pretend I’m not here, I’m just fixing up the tree a bit.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Way to sound like an asshole, Jungkook thought. The wide expression you had at his question had him internally scrambling to correct himself, “I mean...it’s obviously dead. Why waste your time?” You shook your head and pulled the dirty gloves off your fingers to place them on the ground, “Well it's not a waste of time to me. It’s actually pretty fun! Here,” you extended a hand out to him from your spot on the ground, beckoning him forward. “Would you like to try?”

“Me?” he quirked an eyebrow and pointed a finger to his chest. Talk about deja vu you thought amused and let out a giggle,“Yes you! Come on, I'll show you how.”

Jungkook just stared at you with his signature steely gaze and for a second you assumed he was going to walk away, uninterested in having to spend more time with you than necessary. But you watched in surprise when instead he proceeded over to you, taking your hand as he sat cautiously down next to you on the ground. He wondered if you could hear his heart beating hard in his chest at feeling how dainty and perfect your hand fit into his.

For the rest of the day the two of you spent time sitting in the dirt, you showing him the correct way to cut out the invasive roots to prevent them from growing back or how to properly plant the seeds to make sure the rain didn’t wash them away. And for once, Jungkook actually looked like he was listening, taking the time to ask questions when he didn’t completely understand why you had to do something a particular way. One question actually had you throwing your head back in laughter, ugly snorts and squeaky noises escaping your throat at how amused you were.

You always did hate your laugh, but for some reason Jungkook was mesmerized at how beautiful you looked, too caught up in how the sunlight framed your face just perfectly and how the rays hit the expanse of perfect skin down the column of your neck. He must’ve not been paying attention and got distracted while trying to cut something from the ground, because the next thing you know he was letting out a hiss and you heard the thump as he recoiled his hand effectively dropping the small shears. You jumped towards him in concern, reaching out to take his hand in yours to inspect the wound on his finger.

“Oh! Are you alright, Jungkook?!” You say and pull the digit up to your face, turning it to fully grasp how serious the cut was.

Jungkook hadn’t responded at first, heart warmed by how worried you seemed. Your face was so close to his he became distracted again, only realizing you had asked a question when you peeked up at him waiting for a response. He nodded, “Yes. I’m fine. Just a cut.”

You tsked, “I think we might need to wrap it. We can come back later to clean up but right now let's take you to wash this off, hmm?” You gave him a small smile of confirmation.

Jungkook didn’t say much else as you two got up off the ground, following you back towards the castle. When he finally did utter something from behind you, his words made you gasp, “You’re lucky I love you.”

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