#I just realized that they both have the exact same beard too!

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The Cycle Repeats: Part I

One of the key themes of the ATLA franchise is the concept of the Avatar; master of all 4 elements, the fusion of humanity and Raava, the spirit of light and order, whose sole duty is to bring balance to the world, and be the bridge between both the physical and spiritual realms. Along with this comes the idea of reincarnation, which is the premise of the Avatar Cycle, the idea that the Avatar reincarnates in a cyclic order in any of the four nations (fire, air, water, earth). Another concept related to the Avatar Cycle (although originating from the fandom) is the idea of the Avatar fixing the mistakes of their past life, which is often indicated in differences in both habitual circumstances and personalities between both predecessor and successor, and therefore differences in morality.

But what if I were to tell you that the saying "history repeats itself" is also true among Avatar incarnations? Not exactly going the same way, but rather parallels between the lives, personalities, and accomplishments (and failures) of past lives?

In this series of metas, I will be going over parallels (or in some cases, foils) between certain pairs of Avatars that lived decades, or even centuries apart, and yet could not have ever been more similar.

The Unlikely Analogy: Avatars Aang and Kuruk

"Aang was an Air Nomad born in 12 BG and the Avatar during the Hundred Year War, succeeding Avatar Roku and preceding Avatar Korra. As the Avatar of his time, he was the only person capable of using all four bending arts: airbending, waterbending, earthbending, and firebending. He was also one of a select few Avatars and one of the first in many cycles to learn the ancient art of energybending as well as the first Avatar known to have actively used the technique."

"Kuruk was the Water Tribe Avatar immediately succeeding Avatar Yangchen and preceding Avatar Kyoshi. Native to the Northern Water Tribe, he was a powerful and gifted bender who dreamed of changing the mortal world for the better by uniting the people and acting upon the foundations laid by Yangchen."

Both texts above are directly taken from the first paragraphs of their respective wiki pages; however, you would be forgiven for believing they are nothing alike, specifically due to their respective heritages. In reality, I would wager that Aang and Kuruk are actually the same person (literally and metaphorically).

(WARNING: There will be possible spoilers for both The Rise of Kyoshi and The Shadow of Kyoshi, particularly regarding Kuruk's backstory. If you do not wish to be spoiled, I suggest not reading any further and scrolling past this post until you have finished reading both novels. You have been warned.)

Kuruk's legacy plays a central role in both Kyoshi novels, especially in the Shadow of Kyoshi, where it's revealed that Kuruk hunted and killed dark spirits. This lead to both his body and spirit falling apart and him dying at just 33.

The first parallel is, ironically, their heritage. Aang is an Air Nomad, and his native element is air. Kuruk is a Water Tribesman, and his native element is water. Air and water are compatible in the sense that water can literally be described as a combination of the qualities of earth and air. Like earth, water can be strong and solid. Like air, water can be gaseous, fluid, and unpredictable. However, water also has an intermediate liquid state, with a definite volume, but always changing shape. Something about being the element of change or something. Just like the Avatar Cycle. I actually wrote a meta dedicated to this subject.

Why am I mentioning this? It's because the first element Aang learned to master (besides air, ofc) is water (which was also the element that was easiest for Aang to learn besides his own, due to air and water having similar philosophies), and he first learned to waterbend in the Northern Water Tribe, Kuruk's home (although he only learned the basics with Master Pakku; he only mastered it under the tutelage of his companion Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, who is also part-NWT). Conversely, the last element Kuruk learned to master was air, and he mastered airbending at the Southern Air Temple, Aang's home (he learned to master it under the tutelage of his companion Monk Kelsang, and it can also be assumed hat it was the element that was easiest for Kuruk to master besides water). Both Kelsang and Katara go on to become mentors to Kuruk and Aang's successors, Kyoshi and Korra respectively.

Another parallel is that both Kuruk and Aang were successors to wise and influential Avatars of their time (Avatars Yangchen and Roku respectively). As I have said in the first paragraph of the introduction, I mentioned the idea of the current Avatar fixing the mistakes of his/her predecessor. In The Shadow of Kyoshi, it is revealed that Yangchen neglected the spirit world, often siding with humans when making decisions between them. This lead to an increase of corrupted spirits ravaging the physical world during Kuruk's time by passing through rifts created by Father Glowworm, some attacking up to a dozen villages in one day. In the episode The Avatar and the Firelord (Book 3: Episode 6), it's revealed that Roku, by refusing to kill Firelord Sozin, was unable to prevent the Air Nomad Genocide and, by extension, the Hundred Year War. Both Kuruk and Aang had to face the consequences of their revered past lives.

Also, Kuruk ended up spending so much time in the spirit world that he ended up neglecting his duties in the physical world. He also started leading a lifestyle filled with alcoholism and debauchery, both as a coping mechanism and as a smokescreen to hide his duties from his Team Avatar (Jianzhu, Kelsang, and Hei-Ran). This means that both Aang and Kuruk have avoided their Avatar duties, but due to different reasons. Aang ran away because he didn't WANT to be the Avatar, while Kuruk ran away because he NEEDED to be the Avatar.

Kuruk hid his illness from his friends because he wanted to protect his predecessor, Avatar Yangchen's legacy (she often sided with humans over spirits when making decisions between them), and because he worried for his friends' safety. Both Aang and Kuruk share a common fear: being unable to save their loved ones from despair. This can be tied to the episode Nightmares and Daydreams (Book 3: Episode 9), where Aang suffered with anxiety nightmares the night before the Black Sun invasion. One series in particular consisted of his friends, Zuko, Katara, Sokka, and Toph, suffering, with Aang unable to save them, and Kuruk's refusal to confide in his friends to keep them safe (which could be a result of two of Yangchen's companions sacrificing their lives to protect her, and Kuruk not wanting to repeat it). The difference is that unlike Kuruk, Aang did confide in his friends (more accurately, you could say that his friends confided in him, as he was the only one able to defeat Firelord Ozai), and in the end, they all played a role in defeating Ozai.

This isn't even taking account the Kummi-Taang theory, which indicates more parallels between them both. To give a simple run-down, the theory states that Toph is a reincarnation of Ummi, Kuruk's wife, whose face was stolen by the spirit Koh The Face Stealer, hence why Toph was born blind, and why Aang met her in the mystical swamp in the episode of the same name (Book 2: Episode 4). I'll post another link to the actual meta dedicated to it:

On a more positive note, both Kuruk and Aang are stated to be bending prodigies, Kuruk especially. They each invented an airbending technique at the Southern Air Temple during their airbending training, demonstrating their unique creativity and adaptability (Kuruk's technique involved creating a cushion of air under a heavy object so it could be slid and moved over a floor with care, Aang's technique, the air scooter, is a spherical "ball" of air that can be ridden balancing on it like a top). Aang had already learned 35 of the 36 tiers of airbending at the time, so it would be rather ironic if Kuruk's technique was the only one Aang hadn't mastered at the time; however, I do have a theory that both techniques are connected, which I will discuss in a separate post. Aang earned his airbending mastery tattoos, and had Kuruk been an Air Nomad, he woud have gotten the same tattoos. Though, he did get a sky bison as a gift, and Aang's animal companion was a sky bison (Appa).

I noticed that the only time Kuruk actually wears his iconic polar bear headdress is when Aang summons him in the episode Sozin's Comet, Part 2: The Old Masters (Book 3: Episode 19), not counting his brief appearance in The Avatar State (Book 2: Episode 1). In The Old Masters, Aang summons the past four Avatars before him for advice on how to defeat Firelord Ozai. According to @atlaculture, Kuruk's decision to wear the headdress in front of Aang--a strict vegetarian--could be him subtly reminding Aang that killing isn't always merciless (as Kuruk was a hunter, and probably had to hunt down large animals for food or as a rite of passage), which is stated here.

I noticed the line Aang says just before he summoned Kuruk:

"I need to look deep inside myself."

Despite the existence of the webcomic Escape from the Spirit World, which takes place between Books 2 and 3 (although Yangchen did say Aang wouldn't remember his journey in the Spirit World), this lines implies that out of Aang's past four lives, Kuruk's is the one he knows least about (Roku was Aang's predecessor, Aang probably knew/learned a lot about Kyoshi during his visits to the Earth Kingdom, and Yangchen, being an Air Nomad like Aang, was revered almost as a god-like figure across the four nations). Ironically, if you dig deeper, Kuruk is also the past life who was/is most similar to Aang.

Also, Kuruk's actual advice to Aang was: "Aang, you must actively shape your own destiny and the destiny of the world." This piece of advice has multiple interpretations. What Aang interpreted was Kuruk telling him to kill Ozai (combined with the fact that Kuruk was wearing a literal animal skin in front of Aang, only reinforcing his interpretation). However, Kuruk never said anything about killing Ozai. He could have actually meant that to him, it doesn't matter how Aang defeated Ozai, or even if Aang did kill him. To Kuruk, the only thing that mattered was Aang performing the act of Showing Up, and actively finding a way to defeat Ozai himself. Therefore, Aang obtaining energybending and then taking Ozai's bending away rather than killing him doesn't mean he didn't follow any of the Avatars' advice. On the contrary, by actively finding a third option to end the war, and actively participating in the final battle, Aang actually subconcisiously followed Kuruk's advice to heart (although you could say Aang didn't follow Kuruk's advice, since Aang didn't actively seek out the lionturtle; rather he was merely kidnapped by chance).

The final parallel between Aang and Kuruk is their relatively young deaths; more specifically, their final wishes. Kuruk died at just 33, surrounded by his Team Avatar, and he made them promise to take care of his successor and make sure she succeeds as the Avatar. Around 500 years later, Aang died at a relatively young biological age of 66 (and the chronological age of 165) surrounded by his Team Avatar and the Order of the White Lotus, and he made them promise to do the exact same thing. However, both Yun and Korra ended up growing up isolated from the rest of the world, and being told that being the Avatar was the only thing that mattered, which led to a serious mental stunt, even though it wasn't Aang's fault Korra ended up being kept in the Southern Compound on the orders of Tonraq, Tenzin, and Sokka, or Kuruk's fault that Yun was being physically and mentally abused by Jianzhu and Hei-Ran. The only difference was that Korra was correctly identified as the Avatar, but Yun wasn't. Kyoshi did not grow up the same way, but she was not spared either; I'll make a meta on her too. But seriously, how in the four nations is it possible for two people who lived centuries apart die with the exact same wish given to their loved ones? Unless they were the Avatar.

In conclusion, despite the difference in Aang and Kuruk's heritage, morality, and overall results as the Avatar, one could argue that it is true that certain beats in the cycle often repeat, depending on their journeys, personalities, and abilities. In the next part, I will explore the parallels between Avatars Aang and Kyoshi, Kuruk's successor.

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Soulmates experience the same nervous or involuntary tics at the same time.

It all starts as an innocent inside joke from the 212 troopers. How their high officer where the best and one of the key proves of it was how in tune they are with eachother. That thought slowly evolved with every interaction they were able to witness until it turned into a kind of game, trying to understand just how deep the synchrony went. Space bingo if you will.

1.

Ever since he decided to have a beard, he touches it. at first it was because of the new sensation, later to show it of as one should do, then to display knowledge in hopes to seem more wise and finally evolving in his "in deep thoughts" pose.

It was on the early battles when it first happened. The clones weren't comfortable enough yet to being openly without their buckets and so, the moment both officers moved to rest their chin on their hand, Cody hit his helmet causing him to make an aborted movement pretending that he was trying to adjust it when the general turns to look at him. There is a pregnant pause around the holotable before Obi-Wan turns back to the holotable and the commander has to survive the rest of the meeting with the constant snickers from his brothers inside his helmet.

2.

In times of high stress situations he tends to scratch the back of his head, particularly the place where his padawan braid was, an unconscious tick he picked first from his time in Melidaan. He got to overcome it over the years when he came back to the temple, only to pick it back up after Qui-Gon died and he became a knight.

The first time the troopers note it is in Christophsis. Anakin is being he's usual reckless self causing Obi-Wan the go grey early with his invisible ship against a hole separatist fleet, and he doesn't even realize he's hand moving up to pass it over the back of his head, nor that his commander repeated the exact same movement at the exact same time, too distracted with the fight in sight. The other troopers on the bridge however? they did notice.

3.

This one happened before they where about to land in a highly unknown planet with an astonishing lake of information. They were walking into a trap, not that they knew at the time that.. or well.. not until both General and Commander deepened their frowns and mumbled quietly "I have a bad feeling about this". This time they did notice it tho and turned to look at eachother with a surprised look while the soldiers around them are gapping with a collective thought of "Oh kark we are so doomed" and "lmao check another one for the team."

4.

A defect of using a helmet for so long, is that you start forgetting how to keep a straight face and our dear commander, starts slipping his controlled mask especially when faced with stupid decisions. This is one of the main reasons him and Anakin do not get allong well. Because one of the first times they were all reunited strategizing their next move, Anakin decided to offer his brilliant idea and almost cried when faced with the pure power of the combined disgust Obi and Cody were inadvertently showing.

Ahsoka and Rex thought it was hilarious, Obi-Wan had to apologies multiple times before his formed padawan stopped sulking and demanding Obi-Wan to spend less time with his commander and the rest of the troopers just checked another mark.

5.

Kamino has never and will never be an easy place to live in. The facility was a nightmare and no one knew this better than the clones themselfs, between the kaminioan, the trainers and the Alpha batch, life was a challenge and any little quirk can be a dead sentence if you're not careful enough. Cody knows this and learns to deal with it.

It's in the middle of a peace negotiation with the local authority when they noticed it.

It was a small group for this mission, just Cody, Obi-Wan, Boil and Waxer accompanying a Coruscant team of negotiators. The prime minister of the planet was being unpleasant during the whole meeting, with nasty comments, senseless demands and baseless accusations towards eveyone. All bark, no bite.

The jedi was leading the negotiations putting him in front of everyone with the commander by his side; Waxer and Boil standing just behind them notice a pattern pretty quickly. Everytime the minister said something bad about the jedi or the clones, both of their officers would each start drumbeating their fingers with their thumb. A small thing that no one else could notice because their hands were behind their backs, but remarkable enough for the troopers witnessing it as a checkable tic.

6.

Dex notice the next one.

Obi-Wan likes to take every clone he can to visit Dex's reastaurant at least once, but the most regular companion is always the cammander. Not that it bothers him, in fact, he is rather fond of the good commander, but he can't help but notice how everytime the principal door opens a little bit harder than needed, they both will tense up and inmediatelly look at eachother.

And yeah idk, i just think it's neat as an idea. I can imagine a lot more of little scenes like these. Maybe some time latter both realize, maybe they know, maybe they will purposely start doing some to just mess with the troops, maybe it would save the galaxy somehow... just saying..

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GLORIOUS - Prologue

VIKTOR X F!READER

SUMMARY: In a city thriving for progress each day, it's only natural to aim towards greater heights for the sake of progress, but leaps can be taken too high when an explosion and disarray occurs

𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 shone over Piltover, I swiftly exited a small tool shop down across from the apartments and workshops near the Academy uphill. The tool shop was one that I frequented on certain occasions for better materials, new gadgets, or for a discount that offered a fair bargain even though it technically didn't have the most wide variety or was the rarest quality in products. Regardless, it had its unique perks just as any other shop in the market and one that an inventor could ever need as their saving grace in the centre of abundance to work their way above. Passing by some people on the busy streets, I scanned the tools inside the chest cradled in my arms before coming to a halt. Retrieving the note from my Academy uniform's pocket with one hand, my eyes skimmed through it before they fell onto the familiar closing signature at the end.

Whatever he is up to...it better be worth the risk and journey.

I rolled my eyes inwardly at my well-acquainted peer's ambitious yet concerning delusions...whilst my feet began moving at the same rate, before my eyes narrowed in confusion at the crowd of people in front of the apartment. As I kept marching up north, I noticed a crowd of people circling in front of my destination. With Furrowed brows, I parted through the masses gently as I stood before the building. Many murmurs and gasps of shock exclaimed like a haunting chorus as my perplexed eyes widened at the sight.

From a distance, there was a young girl being escorted away from the building, officers behind her as she hesitated moving forward away from the building. Seeing her turn her head to look at the crowd with a distressed look on her features, I finally recognized her. 'The Kiramman's Daughter...?', I thought in recognition yet with silent surprise as the enforcers both pulled her away from the scene.

"Did you see anything out of the ordinary, ma'am?", I heard an officer ask a shaken woman as he held a notebook in his hand, interviewing anyone who was willing to give away details as to what had transpired. Another one asked an older man, "Three suspects....from the Undercity...?Are you sure?", the older man only had a long pensive look, scratching his beard not too sure if that's what he saw or not. Regardless of the exact event, It's clear that what happened was all out of the blue....

A robbery? How could that have happened? I pondered to myself knowing that the Northern parts of Piltover around the Academy was one of the most secure places to let thieves let alone anyone through the Kiramman's or any patrons luxurious apartments without so much as a notice......and from the Undercity after so long ago.....

"Calm down everyone." A warden came out calling out to all of the people who were outside circling as they looked towards the building in confusion. "We need everyone to evacuate the building as quickly as possible. This is a closed area..."

As the warden's words blurred with each second, my mind drifted away and my heart thrummed in my ears....with heavy, struggling breaths as my eyes flickered to the dark, blue smoke, the broken debris..... Then to the injured enforcers being carried away....When the sudden realization hit me, I quickly regained my focus a bit before, my fleeting eyes searched around the crowd for any familiar faces or hint of....Jayce. The looming thought began to bite at me before I then started to approach the building with cautiousness yet hurriedly.

Before I could enter, a young officer not too far from my age stepped before me as he instructed with a harsh tone, "This is a restricted area." As he said this, I stared at the officer a bit appalled before then saying,

"There is someone I know in there, that I need to see...."

The officer stared at me sizing me up with calm, cold eyes and tense shoulders. "Do you have a warrant", The officer questioned standing his ground in front of the entrance with a cold glance at me. I narrowed my brows at him about to speak in response to his interrogating, not planning on leaving the area before a familiar voice of relief interrupted us.

"(Y/N)?"

My head quickly landed on the person who spoke, my shoulders slumping before approaching him. "Jayce!", I called out after him as I saw the two armed guards at each of his side and Sheriff Grayson, while Jayce looked down at his cuffed hands, the guards then urged him to walk as they both led him out of the apartment building. (E/Y) irises flickered over his saddened face and figure with self-reassurance before they fell onto his cuffed hands while two guards appeared by his side, my shoulders tensing at the sight. "I can explain-", Jayce started to say before he was cut off by a woman with an authoritative tone...her uniform and familiar presence made me perk up, at the Sheriff's words.

"...Your friend here is under arrest for possession of illegal equipment, and unauthorized research.", Sheriff Grayson explained, while I observed Jayce glancing at me before his face fell silently to the ground away from me with an angered yet conflicted look.

"But it was a break-in, was it not? his patrons are well aware of his endeavors... I'm sure," I responded a bit confused yet frustrated at this statement, glancing at Jayce knowing he must've had some plausible explanation for this whole thing going awry,"...Surely, this is all a misunderstanding."

"Listen Miss, I understand your concern, but mistakes like this cannot be left unchecked...", She replied her voice while stern with a tired rasp held a bit of a sincerity as she added, "Whether he is to be released or pay for his crimes is not my place."

A scoff left my lips in disbelief, Jayce despite his venturing ideas and bruteness at times would never think of harming anyone...and he made sure of making that clear on many circumstances not only as a tolerable, yet hard-working pupil praised by the Academy's Professor and Dean himself but with what he strived to achieve in goodwill.... "Under whose order?," I inquired still irked that Jayce hadn't explained himself and wondering who could've ordered his imprisonment despite his innocence in the matter. My arms crossed in defiance and eyes flickering to the Sheriff as well as Jayce, unwilling to leave until a just explanation was given in favor of this unexpected decision.

"The Dean and the Council."

My eyes followed towards the blunt response and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him.....He had a very sharp complexion, striking brown; amber eyes that stared into mine with nonchalance but in sternness. In his left hand was a metal cane, his slender fingers grasping the handle with care as it hit the floor with each step. Among other things, He wore a uniform strikingly similar to mine and Jayce making me ponder aloud in a blunt retort....

"And you are?"

"I'm the Dean's assistant....," the young man replied his voice and accent laced with preciseness yet elegance, "...And rest assured on your beliefs, excuses are not wholly justification for a grave matter such as this. His dangerous actions will be left for the Council to decide."

My skin turned a bit paler at the revelation, whilst my eyes stared appalled and in irritation. The Dean's....Assistant?....I stood in denial before the Sheriff instructed with a nod towards an officer who had begun to approach me and lead me to the side by shoulders gently.

She then nodded at the two wardens and walked alongside them as they led Jayce away from me. Before they were, I noticed Jayce turn his head back to look at me one last time before they led him away. "Marcus!", Another male warden called out to him, the young man from earlier being called in question giving me one last piercing glance before walking towards the group.

"Right this way, Ma'am", The kind yet elder officer with a southern accent told me, standing close beside before guiding me out the door as I then looked towards the same man with the cane, seeing him holding Jayce's journal. With a furious stare and huff, I rid myself from the enforcer's hold dusting my uniform's vest from any grime or even so a mark left on it.

"I can walk...myself out.", I commented, storming off and leaving the apartment's entrance in fury, feeling a pair of eyes on me as I strode out of the restricted area.

Despite my irritated state, I peered behind me, at the group as they marched onward farther and farther away before they fell to the metal box on the ground that I had dropped unbeknownst to me, standing there silently unsure of what to make of everything in disappointment and worry...

Jayce, What have you done....?

[magicalqueennightmare]

I'm Yours (Pt. 2/2)

As always the Billy I write isn't Canon so no narcissistic sociopath (I can point you towards amazing writers who have Canon pieces for him)

Warnings: mention of assault,cursing and SO MUCH FLUFF

Waking up the next morning you found yourself in the exact same position you'd feel asleep in. You were laying across Billy's chest, your right arm stretched over where your fingers were touching the scars littered across his left shoulder. The soreness in your head had dulled and the bandage you knew was going to get annoying fast but the whispered confessions you and Billy both had given the night before managed to chase away the demons lurking in your mind.

He loved you, the same as you loved him. You moved just enough to let your fingertips trace the well trimmed beard that graced his jaw. You knew there was a chance of waking him but this was the first time you'd shared a bed with him and was welcome to show your admiration for him come morning. The worry of what happened at the banquet getting out snuck its way into your mind again.

Before you realized he was awake his hand moved up to hold yours against his face. You froze your movements until his dark eyes opened and he smiled at you "Don't stop on my account darling" you felt your face warm. "So I remember you waking me up a few times last night so forgive me if I already ask but what's the narrative about what happened last night?"

His eyes narrowed just a bit "I told you not to worry. Anvil isn't as important as you are" you shook your head with a small smile "Billy please" his hand moved form holding yours to wrapping around your body, holding you close to his chest "Between Karen and Mahoney the official narrative is that upon hearing of the chase with NYPD we proceeded to do a security sweep of the hall. During which one of Anvil's men ran across the perp, he attacked and they were forced to defend themselves. NYPD thanked us for our fast response and assistance"

You smiled "Good. I know you said it didn't matter but I don't want what happened to reflect bad on Anvil or the banquet. Anvil does good and the banquet always helps charities that need it" he watched you for a moment before saying "How are you feeling sweetheart and before you answer I don't mean physical. Women are resilient as hell when it comes to physical pain, I mean mental wise. That was a close call and the thought of if me and Frankie hadn't found you..."

The look in his eyes matched how you felt. What if they hadn't found you? what if you hadn't been able to outrun him? What if he'd found the knife and came after you? What if he had another weapon?

You drew yourself from those thoughts by running your hand across Billy's chest, resting it over his heart. "I've been better. The what ifs are terrifying. I'm sure the nightmares will come but unless I'm just assuming here I don't think I'll be alone in handling them. I'm not gonna act like this didn't effect me because it did and I'm sure it probably will further but I'm here and I'm here because of you and Frank. You two taught me how to fight, how to block blows. I knew all I had to do was get away from him. I knew if I got to either of you or one of your guys I'd be safe"

He shook his head "You're here cause of you. Finding you bloody, in a torn dress. God dammit I wish we hadn't had to kill him that quick" you smiled and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled into it "That's one way to distract me"

You pulled back, gently sliding your hand around the side of his neck and grinned when he closed his eyes at your touch. "I love you Billy" he opened his eyes "I love you too" you knew the smile on your face couldn't get any broader. He looked between you "I wanna kiss you but after last night I don't want to cause a trauma response"

You nodded, feeling your smile slip just slightly "Well I could always kiss you? Then I'm controlling the speed?" He raised an eyebrow "That sounds like it should work" he laughed before brushing your lips against his. You knew he'd hit the brakes before it went too far, you needed to heal but you needed to be in his arms too.

You pulled at his shoulders and he took the hint, rolling you both over to where he was hovering over you, supporting his weight on his arms. He leaned down to kiss you, tentatively testing. You hooked your arms around his neck pulling him down to you, when you slipped your tongue into his mouth he groaned against your lips but allowed you access. You rolled your tongue against his and was rewarded with the lightest of moans from him.

He pulled away from the kiss, both of your chests heaving "You have a mild concussion" he whispered as he kissed your neck gently "I know. Billy what's gonna happen between us?:" he froze with his lips against your skin "Well I was thinking we stay like this a little longer then maybe breakfast?" You groaned shoving him back "You're horrible you know that?"

He grinned, nipping at your jaw playfully before meeting your eyes "I know baby i know. Serious note? I fucking love you, I'm in love with you. I have been for a while now and it took a lot for me to not be so damn blind. What I want? Is to not have to go to sleep many more nights without you next to me. Rather we're here or at your place, hell eventually we may say screw both places and get one of our own. Every decision I've made in my life I already ran past you, every major moment in my life already involved you. Every glimpse into my future has always involved you. I know it's not conventional but when has anyone in our lives ever been? As long as you want me, I'm yours"

You smiled but remained quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. He grabbed his chest "You're killing me here" you laughed, covering his hand with yours "Like you said every major moment in our lives already involved each other. Might not be conventional but being in your arms has always been natural to me, just now I can fully enjoy it because I know the spot only belongs to me. Now come kiss me some more before we have to start our day because I'm fairly certain we don't have long before our friends will realize we're awake and will be calling to check on us"

He grinned "Yes ma'am" the moment his lips met yours your phone started ringing and he groaned "That's Frankie's ringtone ain't it?" You nodded feeling him bury his face in your neck "Damn he has shit timing" you laughed as he grabbed the phone from the nightstand and pulled it to his ear. You only caught his side of the conversation which consisted of "Yeah Kaycee seen her last night" "She gets stitches out in a couple weeks and has to have a CT scan" "We'll meet ya there"

When he hung up you raised an eyebrow when he looked up at you "I'm surprised he didn't question you answering my phone" he grinned "Frank has known for a while on my end. I'm sure Karen and Angel has known on yours" you shrugged which pulled a laugh from him "We got an hour" you groaned "I need clothes" when you spoke you remembered your dress "That asshole ruined my dress"

Billy had been watching you since he hung up with Frank and simply shook his head "I'll buy you a new one" you pulled him into a kiss which seemed to surprise him at first until he relaxed into it. When you pulled away he kissed your neck again before turning to sit up, pulling you with him. Once you were tucked against his chest and he was sitting against the headboard he admitted "Damn I could get used to this. Holding you like I want and you kissing me out the blue?:"

You cut your eyes up at him "Careful Russo sounds like you got a crush on me" "Just a small one" he teased with a smile.

[oflights]

wip snip 4.1

thank you for the tag, @teledild0nix! your wip seems like such an interesting start and i'm excited to see more of it!

here's about 900 words of the time travel fic, featuring a draco vs dumbledore confrontation 2.0 😌 i'll tag @the-starryknight, @kittycargo, @purplehotmess, and @chamomileteafuel to post their own with absolutely zero pressure!

in this snip, draco is in the past, has just made the absolutely insane decision to take harry with him, has put the dursleys to sleep, got harry to agree to go with him, was caught out by mrs. figg, and now dumbledore's here.

Albus Dumbledore stands before him.

He looks as if he’s just stepped off the Hogwarts grounds, in his familiar purple robes and wizard’s cap, his long beard stark white against the deep color. He doesn’t look any younger than the Dumbledore Draco had known, but he supposes that’s the trick of old wizards; he exudes a timeless sort of power that used to both intimidate and annoy Draco in turn. It’s doing both of those here, mixed with lingering, flickering guilt that had risen in him after the year he was 16 along with the resentment that had grown over the same time period.

Dumbledore is possibly the very last person Draco wants to see here; he can’t think of anyone worse off the top of his head.

Draco angles himself in front of Harry, putting his hand on his shoulder very gently, as Dumbledore stares at him before meeting Draco’s eyes.

“Lucius,” he says softly. Draco’s shoulders straighten instinctively, and he holds himself taller; his father is quite a bit taller than him. “You’ve cut your hair.”

He can feel Harry’s eyes on him and gives his shoulder a light, entreating squeeze, gathering his own strength, tipping his chin in the air and trying to gather the exact haughty cadence of his father’s voice on his tongue.

“Albus,” Draco says coldly, nodding stiffly, the name so odd and discomfiting in his mouth. “Yes; I’m told this is a more modern fashion.”

Dumbledore cracks a near smile at that, even though Draco had been careful not to leave even a hint of humor in his tone; his father never has and never would joke even lightly with Albus Dumbledore.

“It suits you.” His eyes shift back down to Harry, the lamplight glowing faintly in his spectacles. “Hello, Harry. It’s been a long time.”

Draco fights the urge to tighten his hand on Harry’s shoulder, to shove him further behind him. An unpleasant revelation is starting to niggle at him, like the edges of a bad dream he can’t quite recall, the outline of a thought he should be upset or angry about.

It starts to fill in when Harry says, “Hello, sir. I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”

“I met you when you were just a baby,” Dumbledore says. “I arranged for you to live here with your family.”

He knew, Draco realizes, the thought screaming through his consciousness. Behind him, Harry stiffens up too, and crowds in a bit at Draco’s hip. Draco reaches his arm over to rest on Harry’s farther shoulder, looped behind his back. He has let go of the pouch of sand to hold his wand instead.

Dumbledore must have known exactly where he left Harry. He’d known that Draco was here—and suddenly Mrs. Figg and her cats and her cabbages, staggering out through a horrible storm, makes a whole lot of sense—and he’d have known from her reports what the Dursleys were like, as least some of it. Now Draco wishes he hadn’t destroyed the padlock and the cupboard door, just to march Dumbledore in front of it, make him stand there and explain himself.

But that’s not right, either—Draco has heard Dumbledore explain himself before. He remembers hearing about mercy, about the all-knowing, omniscient Headmaster of the school he attended as a child knowing a student had been pressed into committing murder and doing absolutely fuck-all about it. He remembers not being a killer. And for a moment, he is so angry he can’t quite remember why he’s not.

Draco draws his wand. Dumbledore hasn’t drawn his, simply looks mildly disappointed; he tilts his head to the side.

“Your wand. Another new fashion?”

Draco ignores him, glancing at the mirror. He can’t take Harry through it if Dumbledore plans to stop them; while this method of time travel was only invented after Dumbledore’s death, even an idiot would recognize the way to stop travel through a mirror would be to break it. Draco has an awful vision of Harry stuck in a mirror shard for years before Dumbledore lets him out to fulfill his Dark Lord killing destiny and dismisses it out of hand, thinking over his options.

He has a backup, of course, a small hand mirror he keeps in another inner pocket, but he doesn’t think two people can get through it intact, even someone as small as Harry. He could also try doing it the hard way, pure magic, no instruments or sand, the way a Time Master does—instinct, focus, careful and measured steps through time—but he’s not quite there yet. He’s only ever managed short and quick jumps after years of practice, and never with another person. He won’t risk it now; won’t risk Harry.

So Draco will have to incapacitate Dumbledore somehow; he didn’t really have dueling the most powerful wizard in an age wielding the bloody Elder wand on his to-do list for today, but then he hadn’t really had any of this on it.

He clutches his own wand, looking at it for a moment—Potter had given it back to him years ago, looking utterly pained to do so, forcing out a huffy sort of “Thanks, I guess,” while eyeing Draco like he was a bug a cat had spit up. It’s still one of their most positive interactions to date.

He hadn’t known until it was over that he’d briefly been the owner of the Elder wand. The thought of having a second crack at it isn’t all that unappealing.

[burnin0akleaves]

Day 7 of drawing the hottest ranger every day:

Since this is the last day of my little TRR Will appreciation week, I wanted to draw something special and let you all in on an opinion of mine.

I think Will had a beard during his marriage with Alyss.

Now I'm not going to go too into detail about Will's character, how some people seem to infantilize him or how his 30s largely get forgotten by the fandom because I actually want to dedicate a huge masterpost on all of these later. Not anytime soon, because I don't have that much free time, but ideally it would be me going over and analyzing Will's character progression throughout the entire series and presenting some arguments against common (what I believe to be) misconceptions on how he is portrayed in TRR.

For now though, I'll just talk about the beard directly.

After the prologue where we see Will on his revenge mission, the first time we are actually introduced to him is in his cabin when Halt and Gilan are there to talk to him about Maddie. This is the first time we actually learn about how Will looks in detail.

Now that he mentioned the fact, Halt noticed that his clothes were crumpled and stained and his hair and beard were long and uncut,

Will's depression leaves him "messy", both his house and his physical appearance not cared for. He doesn't care about daily tasks anymore, he just wants to see the killers of his wife behind bars. It's probably the only thing getting him to get out of bed everyday because have no doubt that this is a coping mechanism. After seeing him probably for the first time in months, Halt realizes that his hair and beard are both long and uncut.

Notice how this doesn't say anything about Will growing his beard out recently? Hell, I'd say its proof that Will's beard isn't new. Halt isn't suprised that Will has a beard, he is suprised at the lack of care he shows for himself. Will's hair is long and uncut too, did he grow out depression hair from scratch??

I think what most people forget when they read TRR is that at minimum 15 years have passed since Will and Alyss' wedding. Both of them had around 13 years to grow and mature and we as an audience don't see them during their 30s at all.

I think most of the traits people attribute to TRR Will believing they are a result of his loss of Alyss, are just signs of him maturing. People are NOT the same in their 20s and 40s, and they shouldn't be. Everyone reading this post has the right to shoot me point blank in 20 years if I'm the exact same person I am now.

Will, after his initial and very understandable period of depression, earns a lot of the traits he used to be associated with during his younger years back. He starts laughing again, he starts to make bad jokes, he allows the people he loves back into his life and learns to move on. He also still has a beard.

The point I'm trying to make here is that even if Alyss hadn't died, Will would still be closer to what we have in TRR now compared to the main series. Because he shouldn't be the same Will. He is a grown ass man in his 40s, while some traits like his high energy and joking personality will stay with him for the rest of his life they will be filtered down. They should be. That's what maturing does to a person and 30s are the prime age for this.

Going back to the beard, Will has no reason not to have one. It suits his personality, Will doesn't care too highly for his looks and likely wouldn't bother to shave daily. All the men around him had beards as he grew up, including his father figure, and he has no reason to not follow the same pattern. Beards are also very common for the time period we're speaking about.

Is the beard used by Flanagan as a simple plot point to show him aging? Absolutely. But it's really not tied to his depression as heavily as people think. The reason he becomes dark and grim for 2 years before learning to enjoy life again is the same reason his beard is unruly and not taken care of before becoming better shaven. Will, even if at the lowest point of his life, is still Will. He has a beard because he wants one, not because he is depressed. And I believe it makes the most sense for him to start growing his beard out during his marriage mainly because of the fact that there is no reason for him not to.

Howls you just talked to me about why Will has a beard while married to Alyss for 4 hours, why does he have just stubble in the drawing then? Easy, artistic choices. It's easier to separate Will in his 30s than Will in his 40s by giving him different facial hair. That's it. It's a bit of a cheap narrative device but it's also realistic and fitting for his character.

Will had a beard during his late 30s with Alyss and that's it, that's the post.

[dear-mortality]

the shepherd prince

chapter four: over some tea

chapters

character description: frost serpent, humanoid dragon with cobra head, slightly larger than zaroth in width but alot taller, muscular figure covered in fancy clothing, blue color palette. feronid, big beard and shiny golden armor, kind of pale skin, two sabers on his waist each on another side, 5'10.

character pronouns: frost serpent (he/void/ice)(mainly he/him are used in this chapter) feronid (he/him)

"oh old friend this has been nothing but pleasant. nobody can understand me as much as you do." zaroth said sitting in a palace of ice with each wall of it filled with portraits, each corner with artifacts, and a cobra headed dragon that's slightly larger than him in the opposite chair sipping its tea slowly before answering

"indeed my fair ruler" said their host "we've been friends for as far as i can remember" he said before he did a quick little hiss sound, void was a humanoid dragon with beautiful wings made of ice crystals, his main color is blue with all its shades and their clothing golden, and he had filled his house with his colors.

"oh please i still can't believe I've been the exact same for all these lives in a row" zaroth replied while putting their tea on a table that just moved closer "i mean there's really no way a mortal can continue to choose life so many times and be the exact same in each life no matter what happens. it would be a miracle"

"miracles are exactly what i collect dear zarothhhh" he hissed gently "and I've been archiving a few lives of yours, their end always so beautiful. i truly hope you don't choose to pass on any time soon"

"but time is your thing frost serpent" zaroth stated with a smug expression on his face and a voice hinting at a question

"i can only outlast time my fair ruler, i can freeze it or let it go faster- but i simply cannot control it. that's another deity's job. isn't that what you're wondering?"

"always knowing what's on my mind is something you should take pride in old friend" zaroth stood up and walked around a bit looking at the portraits that move as he walks by "not many realize how my mind works"

"brilliance can blind those who only saw shade my friend. you can't blame them for not realizing your true capabilities when they've not seen anything like it." the serpent said as he was slowly and elegantly moving towards him

"perhaps you're right. i WAS told the twin deities of curiosity had a huge interest in me when i was but a little child." zaroth stated proudly as he was gazing on a portrait where an ocean rages around a lady sitting on some rocks

the dragon puts a hand on zaroths shoulder "you know i enjoy your company friend, but don't you have dutiessss to attend to?" he said in a reminding tone

"ugh. unfortunately." zaroth said in a tired tone "I've done the impossible and had an entire kingdom run on kindness and pulled strings and yet THERE'S STILL too much to do."

zaroth turned to the dragon and hugged him "its simply not fair. i can't even stick around where my mother stays for too long. her grave is always so cold.....this portrait however windy makes me feel a glimpse of her warmth here."

"i understand dear zaroth. but you must go back there." the serpent said kneeling infront of him and holding his shoulders before going back to his seat "for both of us really. watching you rule your country is definitely one of my favorite activities."

zaroth giggled "well if you're so eager to watch then i can only comply." they look at their mothers portrait "see you soon mother."

zaroths eyes stop shining in ice blue before he moved suddenly while taking a deep breath, panting and ventilating

a servant enters his chamber in a hurry

"what's the matter?" zaroth said in a worried tone

".....well my ruler.....your sister is back.....empty handed" the servant stated in fear after gulping

zaroth raises his eyebrows in surprise. "really? aimanat??? of all people?????? well this is a first." zaroth stood from their throne and was readying a spell of some sort "summon her here. we have alot to talk about."

"at once my lord-"

"i am no one's lord." zaroth stated firmly in an annoyed tone, interrupting the servant

"...yes my ruler"

"more like it. now go on and be quick about it please, curiosity is so close to killing this cat."

the servant left in a hurry as zaroth mumbled magical incantations to himself

but his brain was racing. "what did aimanat deal with i wonder..."

at the same time ether was turning in bun's bed as enfys keeps trying to cool him down

"ether...." enfys said in a worried tone as she thought how much he's suffering at the thought of all those people being hurt and killed by him. she remembered how he was barely holding it together at that hill.

enfys sits by him quietly as ether battles their fever....but ether had the most peculiar dreams

enfys saw it. in ethers thought bubble. some entity tormenting him. it laughed at his suffering. enfys couldn't recognize the entity before ether woke up and screamed before looking at enfys next to her with a worried but almost angry look on her face.

"....did i do something wrong in my sleep again.....did someone get hurt....." ether said with a cracked voice

"no. fortunately- but also strangely- you did not. you somehow managed to control your curse to an extent. but we are unaware how much this will last" enfys stated this as she was gesturing at ethers werewolf arm

ether looked at the arm and saw visions of the blood of the people he slaughtered on it, their screams echoing through sky's head, he looked away.

enfys could only comfort ether so much. but his mind was racing. what was the entity. and why the sudden change in ethers curse.

back at zatieon the generals had all gathered around aimanat with zartoh infront of her as bee was kneeling

"how did you come back empty handed sister?" zaroth asked with a look on his face waiting for a hint of some sort

"im too embarrassed to say infront of the other generals my ruler"

and zaroth got the hint, but some other general didn't. he was a little taller than zaroth, he had pair of sabers on his belt and his entire armor golden and shiny, he had a big beard, a scarf that he tied to cover his hair under his helmet and thick eyebrows, he was just a tiny bit paler than everyone in the room, enough to stand out at least.

"HAH! even the mighty aimanat could fail it seems. at least it helps against evil-eye high general" the general said with a sarcastic tone. "I'm sure it does general feronid but now I'd rather stay alone with the high general. if you'd all be so kind as to leave us alone that would be nice." zaroth said looking at feronid with a glare flying daggers his way. feronid and the other generals left in a hurry fearing their ruler won't be so nice in the next answer.

zaroth casted the spell they had readied at the door as soon as the others left

"alright. we can talk now. your hint was a bit too bold this time however dear sister." zaroth said as their face showed how curious they are to know what happened "and don't worry the spell will make sure nobody can hear anything."

"the werewolf and the witch seem to be friends of some sort. i didn't get the whole thing but as far as i can tell something messed with my magic arrow and I'm not sure if its the witch's work or their dog." aimanat reported as she was taking out a dagger that zaroth immediately stared at in glee "the witch gave me this to contact them as to arrange a proper time for an audience. i told them you merely wanted to see if they have control over the werewolf. they seem cooperative, but i do not trust them."

zaroth immediately took his gaze off the dagger to answer aimanat. "and why is that?"

"the witch had very strong magic it hurt my head before i had to tune it out." aimanat said looking directly into bee's sibling eyes

he was shocked

but pleased

"well well well." zaroth said descending the throne and holding the dagger. "it seems my work as ruler will have to wait my dear sister. this? is awfully interesting." zaroth then laughed as aimanat looked worriedly at her sibling. bee knows that it's not going to end well if zaroth doesn't control their curiousity.

the sun sets and the day is over. but so many things will take place in the next.

[ridingtedlassosjetskimustache]

My thoughts on 3x05 - Signs

@movrings Since I was unable to post my thoughts about the episode when it first came out, here’s my thoughts on it here!!

First off, concerned for Beard, he’s been increasingly wrong with small things recently and becoming more unsure of himself, part of me thinks this might have to do with Jane and his abusive relationship with her or it could be just a gag, but I’m hoping the former is actually addressed at some point

The whole “Shite in Nining Armor” thing being just a slip of the tongue seems a little too obvious, I’m still holding out hope it’s either about Jamie or Henry because i honestly don’t see the significance of that scene unless we’re talking about the mention of “soulmates” during it

Side-note: I absolutely despise John Wingsnight and this scene just made it worse, this guy sucks and deserves to be called a shite (he’s also incredibly creepy, Rebeca you dodged a very large bullet)

Anyway, “soulmate” mentioned!!

Also, I understand why Keeley can’t pick up the phone, but it is sad to see especially later in the episode

Jumping to the boys talking about Nate and Anastasia: i love how Isaac said that Nate’s “transformation is gonna be on the inside” like it has yet to happen. Obviously, he means it in a negative way, but for the audience, we know/hope that Nate’s transformation is going to be good and lead to a reconciliation! This is especially interesting to see coupled with Nate’s plot point within this episode

All i gotta say about Zava is fuck him, but i am sad we never got to see his wife and Smingus Dingus

I love the “injured monkey” bit the guys do to guilt Trent into telling them his idea and that Roy joined in

I love how i knew it was Henry that was actually the bully - definitely wanna know what he did to Doug

Roy’s monologue, the music, *chef’s kiss* (Love the way Ted handled that too lmao)

Higgins saying they should think about firing Ted and hearing Rebecca’s gasp before he even said it actually broke my heart

THE BISCUIT BOX

Watching Rebecca get her hopes up about what Trish said is killing me and i definitely cried so much this episode - love Higgins helping her out though

Straight up thought Nate was so fucking smooth with that phone call until it clicked lmao 💀

Ok The Scene™️:

I straight up screamed at this, i was freaking out

The same dress she was wearing when she bumped into Sam??

The way that they both use inverted greetings from what they normally do “Hey Boss/Hello Ted” to “Hey Coach/Hello Rebecca”

The way that they both stop at the exact moment and turn around to look at each other before meeting each other in the middle

The way that they already know what’s going on with the other without having to say anything

They way that their lives are so in sync and mirror the other’s and they don’t even realize it, but they’re both shocked by what the other said

Also, I know it’s the same place that Sam bumped into Rebecca last season, BUT it’s also the same exact place where Ted asked Rebecca how she was holding up after her divorce in the first episode of the first season and that shit just killed me

Proud of Keeley for firing Shandy

Watching Rebecca sit in that office killed me

Also the Emergency Contact 👀 i just know that’s gonna play into what’s happening in Amsterdam (perhaps after her falling into the canal)

Going back to Ted and Rebecca - Dr. Wagner asking her how she’s holding up??? Mirroring Ted’s words to her the first time they met??? I can’t remember where, but I’m pretty sure there’s an interview where Hannah mentions how important that scene is because Ted is the first person to really ask Rebecca how she’s doing during that and you can see the shock Hannah portrays on her face perfectly - anyways I’m emotional

So grateful Jan Maas is actually spotting Colin this time and not letting him choke like the other guys did lmao

Watching Ted go from water to wine after the mention of Jake was actually so painful, but also healing isn’t linear and just because we saw him do well last episode, doesn’t mean he’s healed now

Dan is my favorite and i love this anxious man

I’m sad we never got to see what’s in Barbara’s desk drawer

Love Roy’s hype up he does with the boys

I swear Henry was avoiding Ted because he didn’t wanna tell him he was bullying a kid lmao

I FUCKING LOVE JADE

Thinking about how upset Nathan got last season when someone got his name wrong, but he got called Nathan Jelly and he wasn’t timid this time or angry, he just let it slide off - you know what that is, that’s growth

I’ll say it again - Fuck Zava

Loving the bi representation with Keeley!! I know it was mentioned in season one, but it’s great to see on screen

Nate came to A Taste of Athens after he got promoted at Richmond 😭

Anyways watching Rebecca get that call in her office and Hannah’s face journey made me actually start sobbing oh my god like get this woman therapy and let me hold her

I just know that Jade would stand up to Nate’s dad for him

Watching Roy look at Jamie approvingly actually killed me and I’m so proud he got recognized in at least a small way

Watching Ted take himself out of a panic attack!!! I was so proud of him!! He was so proud of himself!!

“Your girlfriend runs off with some dude and it turns out they were soulmates” 👀 looking at you Sam

THE SPEECH!!! WE ARE GETTING OUT OF THE DARK FOREST

[anonofseasons]

Rhett and Sophie are that couple that's always touching each other in passing. Walking past and brushing fingers against one another, tossing legs over each other when they sit down at home, giving random quick massages only to be instructed in the direction of the sore areas, etc. Rhett is generally a quiet person until he starts playing with kids. He's the uncle who chases the kids and spins them around when he catches them. He's the youngest of three and is close with his family! Rhett's love language is cooking, and he and Sophie often cook meals together. She's more of a baker and not as great with other dishes--although she's been on her own enough times to know how to put together meals--but Rhett is good with everything. He has a beard and mustache and black hair, and he's average build but on the softer side/not particularly muscular. He also has long hair that I've failed to mention! It trails beyond his shoulders and is wavy and thick. Someday I should work out how they met... I know I've thought about it before. I bet it's something really silly and involves clumsiness and them chatting too much while getting flustered. Only to realize they're just enjoying each other's company, so hey, why not ask each other out... at the exact same time. "Why don't we meet for lunch tomorrow?" at the same time as "Can I treat you to tea?" And then they like... fail to get tea or lunch during the date because everything goes wrong. (Like maybe it rains and the place they wanted to go to, the street is flooded out, so now they're shivering together beneath a shelter, sharing a candy bar Rhett carried in his coat pocket.) They now have an excuse to go on another date to "actually get lunch next time" but they both show up with emergency candy bars next time. They're a very fluffy couple in a clichéd romcom (without the dramatic breakup bits) and I kind of adore them.

[fuckedupdreamjournal]

The voices were unnerving. It was just like regular thoughts, but the voice boomed louder. The pristine white and blue of the void turned a sickly black as it slowly infected my mind, and the world around me. After this, the details get fuzzy.

A lot of things happened with family. Mostly walking into a room, and then hearing something that I didn't really want to learn, and then having to keep going as if nothing happened, and that everything is fine. These scenes usually have the void a dark color, and the cheeriness is gone. I remember for one of these, I was sent on an assignment.

At some point, I was injured I was presented with two choices in my mind, to either get something to tend to my undescribed wounds, or to ignore the problem. The voice kept guilting me both ways. One one hand, I wasn't worthy for medical attention. I've gotten injured plenty of times, I wait it out like usual, and if I die, I die. The other side argued that I was selfish for thinking like that, because I owe my life to so many others, and can't need to try to keep myself in peak condition in order to keep being useful to everybody else. I went to the kitchen to look for medical supplies.

I went outside at some point, I think to grab the mail. As I got closer to the mailbox, I realized what the void represented. Snow. Everything was pure white, with hints of blue energy, but when I went to a scene that was outside, the void substituted the snow. It was like you could walk on air. I went up to the mailbox, and noticed someone in the house right across from me doing the same thing, almost mirroring my every move. I waved, and he came over, and to my surprise, it was me. Soon, more people came over from the neighboring houses, all me. Dressed the same, looked the same, acted the same. As we stood in the street, I asked what they were currently doing. They all said the same exact thing, which got them to bond more. The mission I was given was different, though. (Something with spilled spaghetti noodles? I don't remember, sadly.) I was trying to figure out what that meant, but everybody was gathered in the road, and I needed to try and bring everyone into my driveway, so that nobody would get hurt. Everybody walked incredibly slowly, and eventually, a car hit one of my clones. There was no blood, it was almost as if the car never stopped, never slowed down, it just picked him up and brought it with it deeper into the void. All the other clones didn't seem to mind too much, and I was frozen for a moment trying to process what had just happened. After just a few seconds, the other clone came back, but he was now much older. He was taller, had a bigger beard that was starting to whiten, and more wrinkles on his face. He was clearly shocked, and trying to explain what had happened to everyone else. All the other clones were busy being brain dead, but old me seemed to latch onto me, because he knew I was conscious. He was coming towards me, but it scared me, and I ran back into the house.

had another dream about enlightenment. I will post about it soon.

[buckyalpine]

Ok so I have a request, but bear with me because I can’t find the prompt list I had seen about it 😩

Basically it was about how in real life, things happen or go wrong during sex that make it more silly. There was a whole list of things that might happen, but I can only remember two of them. One was like someone being too ticklish and the other was body parts making weird noises. Hopefully you at least get the picture with those two examples 😂

I love the idea of sex being fun and silly sometimes and thought it would be really sweet with Bucky :)

18+ This is so cute. I love all of this so much. Awkward sex positions. Queefs. 

Bucky giggled.

Giggled.

You looked up at him with curious eyes, a devilish little smile flashed across your face as you went back for the same spot. Your lips nipped and teased his neck where he was most sensitive, making him squirm and wriggle under you.

"It tickles!!" He tucked his chin against his chest, his face flushed from smiling while you straddled him with an amused look on your face.

"I didn't know super soldiers were so ticklish" You grinned, poking his side, making him yelp. He grabbed you and flipped you over, trapping you under him.

"Mhm, and what about you baby" You squealed at the feeling of his beard rubbing in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to wiggle away from him while he held you down, laughing and nuzzling his face into your more. "Do I get to feel all of you now sweet girl" 

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, his hard length pressed against your tummy, precum making a mess on your skin. You moaned softly, nodding and spreading your legs for him.

"Ow" Your face scrunched slightly, as he spread your legs a little further, your body not as warmed up and flexible as since it was still earlier in the day. 

"Sorry sweets, you okay?" You hummed as he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, pushing his cock into you slowly. "You feel perfect angel" He started off slow, feeling your body with his hands, smiling against your skin each time you clung onto him harder. 

"Faster baby" You moaned, pulling him down to kiss his sweet lips, your arms draped around his shoulders. He pounded you against the mattress, his cock slamming in and out of you, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. 

"Come here baby" He pulled out of you, yanking you and bending you over the bed, stuffing his cock right back in you to fuck you from behind. 

How you hated the switch from missionary to doggy.

You adored how Bucky could hit your exact spot, except it usually also came with him literally fucking air into you in the process. You blinked, groaning at the way your body just refused to cooperate while with each thrust, the sound that kept escaping your pussy wasn’t something that could be hidden. 

Bucky giggled. 

With each thrust, he couldn’t help but snicker at the sound while admiring the soft flesh of your ass jiggle each time he pulled your hips back. 

"Did you just laugh?!" You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your boyfriend trying to hold in his little giggles while giving you gentle thrusts.

"Can't help it baby" He shrugged, massaging your thighs, his mind now wandering to something else he had wanted to try for a while. "Can-can I fuck you against the wall?"

You blinked back him while he bit his lip, hoping you'd say yes. He was still learning about things he enjoyed during sex and you were the safest most loving person he had ever been with. 

"Don't drop me Barnes" You nodded, standing up and padding over to a wall that wasn't near anything so you wouldn't knock anything over.

"I won't drop you" Bucky scoffed, you weighed nothing to him. It wasn't until you were in his arms did he realize it wasn't weight that was an issue and that there was an art to fucking one against the wall.

"How-how do i-" He grunted, lifting you with both arms, when realizing he wasn’t skilled enough just yet to put his dick in you without using his hand. He tried for a second, awkwardly rubbing his tip against your pussy while you held onto him for dear life, unable to understand how anyone enjoyed this position when it took so much effort. 

“Is it in yet?”

“I would know if it was in Bucky” 

“Damn right you would” Cocky bastard. 

“Will you stop priding yourself in your dick size for a second and just use your hand to stick it in” 

“Greedy now aren’t we” 

“Barnes, just use your hand to put it in and fuck me” 

Bucky snorted, managing to shift you so he held you up with his metal arm, lining his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you, both of you gasping at the feeling as he filled you, both hands now gripping onto your ass and thighs. 

Once he got into the rhythm, he couldn't help but lose himself, loving the way you moaned and fluttered around him, the soft thumps against the wall only spurring him on more. Now you understood why people loved this position. 

"I'm gona-f-fuck I'm gonna cum" He moaned, his cock throbbing, fucking you faster, sweat beading at his forehead.

"Hold it, fuck keep going Bucky! Don’t stop-" You whined but it was too late, fuck you felt too good.

It was like a cum now button as soon as you told him don’t stop, keep going, his balls tightened against his body, cum bursting out of his cock, spilling his load into you. 

"I-HNggg-FucK I’m cumming” He moaned, stilling his movements, panting while still holding you up. "Sorry" He blushed, smiling shy at you while you snorted, shaking your head. 

"I told you to keep going!"

"Well, why do you feel so good" He rolled your eyes, carrying you over and dropping you onto the bed, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your soaked clit. 

"Now hold still while I make you cum pretty girl"

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Oh my heck I cannot BELIEVE that I only just realized that Jim’s revenge mission and Stede’s return home are mirrored plots. Like, I kept wondering why that storyline for Jim wrapped up so quickly with them leaving their revenge to return to…well, the Revenge*. It kept feeling like it resolved too quickly, like why bother to have them go off on a badass solo adventure and then almost immediately end it? But of course it makes perfect sense, they and Stede go through the exact same story beats.

They’re both confronted by a figure from their past (Nana/Chauncey) who doesn’t truly see them as they are, but rather based on an outdated idea of who that person thinks they are (“Bonifacia”/”Baby Bonnet”) and brings up painful things from their past (their family’s murder/abandoning his family) to accuse them of wrongdoing (dishonoring their family’s memory/ruining everything he touches).

In response to that pain and guilt they both fall back into familiar patterns (revenge/returning to his family), forcing themselves to go through the motions even though their hearts are clearly not in it, and it takes a frank conversation with a badass lady (Spanish Jackie/Mary) to make them realize that they need to move on from their old, unhealthy behaviors and appreciate the happiness they’ve found in their new lives with their new loves (Oluwande/Edward).

Also featuring:

both of them putting back on uncomfortable disguises (a literal beard for Jim, the pretense of being happily married for Stede)

both of their plots involving the deaths of two connected men (Siete Gallos/the Badmintons)

and both almost getting stabbed by their respective badass lady friends before they reach an accord

Of course Jim and Olu are quite a bit more emotionally mature, so Jim actually explains to Olu why they’re leaving and Olu understands and respects their decision. Hence they have a sweet, romantic reunion, while I doubt Stede will get such a warm reception from Ed right away.

Still, if the mirrored storyline continues then I predict we’re eventually in for a matching scene to Jim and Olu’s reunion, where the tension between Ed and Stede finally breaks, and we get to see the two of them just absolutely go to town on each other’s faces. I for one cannot wait.

*And god damn my dumb joke in the first paragraph just made me realize that not only is the best revenge a life lived well (as Jim figures out through talking to Jackie), but also that being on the Revenge has literally become a life lived well for her motley found family crew. God damn this show.

[tomboy-writer]

Prompt: Chris Evans story where your boyfriend is a cheating douche-bag. He cheats on you time and time again and you get into a bit of a depression. You confide in your best friend, Chris Evans. His consoling leads to sex, the sex soon turns into a regular thing and you get happy again. Your boyfriend sees your change and promises that he will never cheat again and that he will treat you better. You’re happy but sad at the same time because now you have to break things off with Chris. But Chris won’t have it; he says that you should stay with him and not your boyfriend. You’re not sure of which decision to make, so Chris lists off reasons why you would be better off with him.

Chris Evans x black!reader

A/N: my first Chris Evans story!! Let me know what you guys think of it.

A/N 2: I started this story a few years ago and it took me a long time to finish cause I was on a very long writing hiatus and didn't finish this until earlier this year, so some of the story goes off of what the summary says and I decided to turn this into 2 parts (could be more, depending on how long the 2nd part is). So no smut in this part, just angst and dumb jokes. This also originally wasn't going to be a black reader story, but seeing how my ACTUAL 1st Chris Evans story went pretty well (the Game On story) I decided to make it another one cause I love it.

C/W: angst, swearing, my dumb jokes, 3rd person story (it hurt my brain to write it this way, but I wanted to try something different)

“He did it again, Chris! Michael cheated on me with some big titted chick,” Y/N said as she sobbed into her best friend’s shoulder.

Chris rubbed his friend’s back, trying to calm her down. He knew how to handle situations like these since Y/N went through so many of them with her boyfriend. Chris thought her relationship with Michael was like a broken record: always repeating itself. It was good at first with the couple being so obviously in love, but that changed six months later when Michael decided that Y/N wasn’t enough and started to cheat on her with multiple women. Y/N had been given advice by Chris countless times about guys like Michael and she listened to him, she really did. But she always ended up forgiving her unfaithful boyfriend and enjoyed the makeup sex that Michael would give her after.

“He and that big titted chick can both go to hell for all I care,” Chris replied. Then he lifted his friend’s head from his shoulder and made her look directly in his eyes. “Hey hon,” he said using his ‘friendly’ nickname for Y/N. “I think it’s about time you dropped that lame ass zero and got yourself a hero.”

“Okay, Captain America,” Y/N chuckled while wiping her face.

Chris laughed too, but deep down he was really hoping that Y/N would actually consider dating him. They met seven years ago and became fast friends. But the bearded actor didn’t count on falling for Y/N a few years later when he was doing an interview for one of his new movies and Y/N was there to help support him and make sure his anxiety didn’t get the best of him. While in the middle of the interview, Chris started to feel a little fidgety, so he tugged on his ear; a sign that told Y/N that he needed her help. She was standing right behind the cameraman, so Y/N could see everything that Chris was doing. She saw the signal and started to make some weird faces for her best friend.

Y/N made Chris and the interviewer crack up that day, especially when she stood right behind the cameraman and started to bulge her eyes out at him, making him laugh as well. At that moment, Chris realized that he had found that special someone. That special someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just keep forever, never let go. 

Y/N was sweet, considerate and loved Disney movies and dogs as much as he did. So he felt that she was just perfect for him. He even started to mentally kick his ass for taking so long to realize this.

The interviewer asked Chris one last question before he had to leave.

“So, Chris, is there a special lady in your life? Ya know, besides your mother and sisters,” she asked.

Chris chuckled and looked right in Y/N’s direction with a bright smile on his face. “Well, I don’t have anyone yet,” the blonde answered, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, “but I’m looking for her.”

“Chris? Chris, did you hear me,” Y/N asked suddenly, stopping Chris from remembering the day he fell for her.

Evans shook his head no. “Sorry, I zoned out for a few seconds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I said I would love to find a new boyfriend, but I’m still in love with Michael.” Chris rolled his eyes this time. “Don’t do that, man. I can’t help that these are my feelings for him.”

“But what are your feelings for him right now! Aren’t you sad? Pissed? Or feeling like you just wanna punch that douche-bag in the face so hard that his face caves in a little bit?”

Chris’s friend nodded her head yes and started to sob again. He felt bad for making Y/N cry; he would never want to make her tears fall from her eyes unless they were tears of joy. He grabbed Y/N and embraced her for a few minutes until she was calm again. Once was she was, Chris pulled away from Y/N enough to look her in her eyes.

“Hey, promise me that you’ll forget about that douche for at least two weeks and just try to find someone better. Okay?” Chris begged with sincerity in his eyes. 

“Okay,” I promise,” Y/N complied.

Chris kissed Y/N’s head and, after saying goodbye, left his friend’s house for the night.

           * * *

Chris returned to Y/N’s house a few weeks later. He rung the doorbell and heard a faint ‘it’s open’. Evans opened and closed the door behind him and blushed at the sight in front of him: there stood Y/N, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and an over sized t-shirt, no makeup. That’s when Chris thought, no knew, that Y/N was the most beautiful woman out there.

"Hi Chris," Y/N greeted her best friend with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Evans couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face. He also couldn't help but to imagine if he and Y/N were together and he'd come home from being on set all day long, her greeting him the same way she was now except that she'd try to pull back a little to ask him about his day. But Chris would hold his lover in a tight embrace, kiss her so lovingly, so passionately, and ask about her day instead.

Yeah, Christopher Robert [Jamal] Evans would love that.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris replied as he breathed in the embrace. "How've you been lately?"

"A little bit better; not fully okay, but I'm getting there I think," Y/N answered.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He knew when his best friend was lying to him. "Y/N," he whispered, "I can see in your eyes that you're hurting more than letting on. You sure you're doing fine?"

Y/N's smile was quickly replaced with a small frown. "I'm doin' fine, Evans," she answered, mocking Chris's Boston accent. "And, before you ask, yes I have went on a few dates with other guys; three to be exact. First guy wouldn't shut up about his ex-wife; like I was supposed to be his therapist or something. Second guy -this gorgeous dreadhead- we connected and shit, but he too wouldn't stop talking about his ex and his table manners were terrible." You rolled your eyes before finishing your list. "Last but not least, I went on date with Mr. I-Got-Tons-of-Money-Baby. We didn't connect at all and I'm sure it was cause of his cocky attitude and the way he talked down to people -it was disgusting! " The dateless woman flounced into her big living room and plopped down onto her L-shaped sofa. "Trying to find a new man is pointless, Chris. Either I start dating women cause why the fuck not!? Or I just give up on love all together."

Chris chuckled but then nervously cleared his throat after he came up with a great -but what he also thought was a heart attack inducing- idea. "Y/N," he stammered.

"Yeah, man?"

"If the whole thing with you dating females doesn't work out, but you still want to try to find love, then I know exactly who you should date next."

Y/N gave Chris a questionable look. He didn't say anything back, just raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. It took Y/N a few seconds to understand what Chris was talking about. But once she did, her mouth went into an O shape, showing her shock and surprise.

"Are you serious, Evans," Y/N exclaimed; eyes now wide as golf balls. "You wanna date me!?!"

The actor chuckled. He didn't think that his friend would be so shocked by his words. "I've been wanting to date you basically almost ever since we first met, Y/N. I just- -I just never knew what to say to you about it, or if you felt the same way or not and if you didn't then I didn't want to ruin our friendship, or if you did feel the dame way but then something bad happens to us down the road and then that messes with up our friendship and then there's the thing with paparazzi..." Chris was rambling on and on but Y/N was listening to everything he was saying. Hanging onto every word that was coming out of her best friend's mouth.

Y/N had never known that Chris had felt this way about her. It wasn't that she was completely oblivious (well, maybe a little), but she also never saw any signs of her friend being in love with her. Wait. Was Chris in love with Y/N? As far as she knew -or as far as she thought from what she was told so far- this was just a crush. A crush confession that apparently was a long time coming. She wondered how she felt for Chris; did she have the same feelings for him like he did for her? When they first met, all Y/N cared about was how Chris acted as a person, not as Captain America or as an actor in general. But as Chris Evans, an everyday man. Y/N knew, after that one day of meeting Evans, that she wanted to be best friends with the man, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with Chris' confession and continuous ramblings, Y/N was having different and a little bit confusing thoughts.

Sure Chris Evans is an very attractive man, physically speaking. But Y/N doesn't care about looks -much- when it comes to dating or anything for that matter. She thinks what makes people attractive is their personality more than anything, and she knows Chris has the best personality she's ever seen from a person. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to date him or anyone else for that matter. Although, if Y/N was going to date more, then Chris would probably be her number one pick.

"So, what do you say, Y/N," Chris asked, hopeful.

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And that's the end of part 1, everyone. Part 2 will be posted....probably next week or so. It is currently one of my WIPs so I'm definitely working on it.

But what do ya'll think will happen next? What will Y/N's answer to Chris be? Will she say yes, or will she say no? Who knows??? Except for me; I know. Also, you're Y/N; Y/N is you, so you better hope that you say something positive back :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!!

[sopxhiea]

Invitation

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Drabble

She leans against the doorframe, hair resting on her shoulders as she plays with her dress. Fuck, she’s proper lovely. Her smile follows the lines of her delicate features and he swears he sucks in a breath while waiting for the lad to get his papers in hand.

“You can come in for a bite, you know?”

Oh, he’d like to.

Her voice is soft, playful almost and Alfie images her writhing underneath him like he’s done a dozen times before but reminds himself that there are rules, invisible ones that are formed by the moral compass of the person.

He doesn’t have one.

She plays with the ends of her hair as he looks down at her small form, she gets lovelier by the day, he swears. A soft smile finds his lips and he shakes his head, making a curious noise leave her lips at the act. His eyes meet hers once more and he considers, fucking thinks about going in his employee’s house to have dinner with his housemate.

“‘m good, lass.” he speaks, choking out the words when she starts walking towards him.

Her movements are slow, clearly calculated as she strides towards him. He sucks in a breath and his eyes don’t leave hers. She has her smile on the entire time. She knows the affect she has on the baker all too well, as he’s not the most subtle of admirers but she decides she’ll give him a chance, she wants to after all.

“Have you had dinner, Mr. Solomons?” she whispers and he loses it for a second, mouth agape for a solid second before he gathers himself to look at the devilish eyes of the lass before her.

She says his name in a way that makes him swear there are gods, good ones too. They have given him the gift of her, or more so the gift of getting to ogle her every morning he has the chance to come by. His employee lives with her, a bloke named Ishmael and he makes the lad swear that he’ll take care of the girl.

Although he’d much rather do it himself.

“Nah, I haven’t.” he mutters, no energy left to curse in his system with her so close by.

He sees her face closer this way, even more gorgeous than he’d thought before. He takes his time, too. Eyes her eyelashes under the evening light as she stares up at him, marvels at his bulky form while he eye-fucks the girl. She doesn’t mind it, enjoys it if anything.

“Come on, then.” she says and he can’t find in himself to say no, he can’t even shake his head but to follow the lass.

He shakes his head while walking inside the house, following her like her tail and she smiles at the act. Alfie doesn’t seem like the rough type to her, although she’s sure he’d love to act like it. She doesn’t know enough about him to make conclusions but the more things she hears, the more curious she is about the nature of the gangster.

She sits him down then, on the large table in the dining room with no one but her and him. He figures Ishmael is inside the apartment somewhere still looking for the papers Alfie had asked for and he prays to his gods that the lad can’t find them. The lass pours Alfie a cup of water before filling his plate with warm food.

Fuck, it had been a long time since he’d had warm food at the table.

At any table, he reminds himself and catches the eyes of the lass he’s so fond of. She fills her plate as well, leaves Ishmael’s place empty and sits in front of Alfie before eating. Alfie watches her for a while, a slurty look in her eyes as she takes small bites from her filled spoon. 

He then digs in, swearing under his breath as he realizes that this was just what he needed. “Fuck.”

She smiles at the word, also because just a small plate of warm food was enough to untie the knots he’s keen on carrying. She watches him devour the food before him, the papers he came around for long forgotten as he casts her a peculiar glance every other minute. She eats slower, watches him under a curious gaze and settles that she likes him.

“Another one?” she asks, sweet this time once he’s done but he shakes his head. He’s full and hungry for something else now that his belly was full.

“Nah, pet. Good fuckin’ food it ‘s, though, yeah.” he says, appreciating home cooked foods more than ever now that she’s made some for him.

Ishmael finds the papers in the meantime, realizes his boss is having a meal with the girl he lives with and settles that it’ll be best to just wait in the car. He knows that the boss is fond of the lass, although he doesn’t know her well and he’s interested to say the least so he steers clear, away from the dining room.

“Well....that’s kind.” she speaks after his last words and he realizes he wants something else.

“It’s the fuckin’ truth, innit.” he speaks under heavy eyes. Not because he’s sleepy but because he wants her. 

“Tell me something else that’s true.” she says, elbows on the table once she’s finished. He smirks at her, laughs almost at the request. 

“Where’s the lad?” he asks, knowing he’s playing with fire now and tries to steer clear from fucking a lass a decade younger than him.

But she doesn’t seem to mind. It seems like it’s quite the opposite, actually. She wants it, he can see but she’s not the one to beg for it. He just thinks she’s not properly worked up yet, once she has her panting it’s over. But he knows the blurry lines formed by what’s proper and what’s not.

The way she’s looking at him is definitely not.

“I told him to stay away.” she says, as a matter of fact about the time she’d warned him off about keeping clear if they were ever to be in the same room.

“And he fuckin’ listened?” he asks, chuckling while muttering out the sentence. His own lad who doesn’t always listen to him is whipped by a young thing like her.

He doesn’t blame him. He’d do anything she says without questions, too.

“What do you think?” she whispers, voice breathy and she smiles when he gulps.

He’s in the wolf’s cave as a lone bear.

She can’t tear him up, not yet but she has the capacity. He knows she does from the way she walked towards him outside. She plays with her knife, putting the sharp part against her tongue and he inhales sharply. She’s done this before, he can see but he wonders who was the other player, the unlucky bastard.

“Why haven’t you come inside the house before?” she asks, curious eyes lingering on his lips before landing on his eyes.

“Didn’t have a good enough fuckin’ reason, did I?” he speaks but it’s a lie, they both know it.

“Is me waiting for you not good enough?” she counters the words with another questions and he loses his breath for a second before sucking in a sharp breath of air.

And he knows she’d been waiting but not how.

She’d been waiting with a smile on her face, hands exploring her inner thighs with the visions of him. She was impatient, that was easy to see and he’d die to see her chest heaving the way it had a couple days ago with the thought of his head between her legs. He sees the want, the need in her eyes, mirrored fiercely in his.

“I know you have places to be..” she starts speaking and he knows he’s fucked, she doesn’t need to finish the sentence. “...I’d be willing to keep you company, if you’d like that is.” she speaks and he knows it to be true.

“How old are ya’, lass?” he asks and she retreats for a second. He sees her hesitate, not because she cares about the age difference but because she doesn’t.

She doesn’t give a single damn about how he’s much older than she is or that he’s got blood in her hands. This is mostly due to the many lads she’d been around who were seemingly appropriate, some would even say a catch, for her but they were boring chaps who just wanted a kiss from a pretty girl.

She needs a man, and reckons he’s exactly that.

“I think you already know the answer.” she bites back this time, almost aggressive and he revels at that, marvels at her angry orbs for a second before he realizes he’s been staring at her like his last meal.

“Ya’ know how old I fuckin’ am, hm?” he asks and she chuckles, smiles at his act. She’s lovely, he catches himself thinking as he watches her and she nods.

She fucking nods.

And then she speaks, but with more poise and anger this time. She’s managing her rage well, he can see because he has the exact same one swimming in his very own orbs. He watches her entire demeanor change and she talks without breaking eye-contact, making him shift in his pants.

“I know age doesn’t matter to you....nor me being Ishmael’s housemate. You either want this..” she gestures to herself before putting her elbows on the surface, eyes stern. “...or you don’t. There’s plenty of fish in the sea and I have no problem with hunting some down.” she finishes and he needs an entire moment to gather himself.

He watches her chest heave, a million visions fills his head before he has to shake them out. His pants are tight now, too tight as he groans while adjusting the fabric. She sees the frustration, months of him wanting to make her his and now she’s presenting him with the opportunity but it’s not like what he’s imagined. 

Oh, it’s much better.

“What if I, yeah, do fuckin’ want it? What happens then, hm?” he asks, hand tugging at his beard as he watches her delve from confusion to confidence all in a second. She smiles at him, and he swears he’s about to fuck her on the dining table but she speaks before he can do that.

“Do you always ask questions that you know the answers to? Or is it only with me?” she says and he raises his eyebrows at that.

He does know what this entails.

Sleepless nights in his office, him fucking her against the desk and her getting bruises for it. He knows she’ll spend the weekends if he asks but he also sees the other side of the coin, the one with no fucking and a whole lot of blood. He sees the danger and a flick in his heart tells him to keep the angel before him out of it but he’s selfish.

“Do ya’ know the answer then?” Alfie asks and this is a warning of sorts, telling her that once she’s in, there’s no way out.

She nods, not bothered or threatened but simply knowing. He watches her smile, a wide grin on her pretty lips as she speaks.

“I’m not scared of a little blood, if that’s what you’re asking.” she speaks and he knows she’s not a woman to be toyed with. Sure, she’s young. Much younger than anyone he’s ever been with but he sees the fire in her eyes, the same he’s had since he became a young man. He knows she’s been through less than he, he can see it in her delicate hands compared to his calloused ones but he finds that he doesn’t care.

“‘m a dangerous fuckin’ man, luv.” he says and the pet name makes her smile in a way that makes him lose his breath. It’s so easy for her, he thinks and she knows, she drags the smile because of it.

“A dangerous man wouldn’t warn me off.” she says with a wicked smile.

And he’s sold.

He can’t argue with that logic, he thinks and it brings a low chuckle to his lips. She’s right, in some sick and twisted way and it makes him smile. He wants to take her home, kiss her real good and then explore every inch of her soft skin she’s graciously exposing to him. He wants to mark her and for people to see it. It’s primitive, but primitive can be good.

“When do ya’ have to be fuckin’ home?” he asks, like she’s a school girl or if her parents will check the bedroom in case of a missing daughter at night case.

So she chuckles at the words, shakes her head and offers the gangster the kindest smile she can muster. He wants her to ruin him, to make him beg on his knees and he’s willing to do so, every step of the way if he needs to but she’s taking a step back each time he tries to catch her in his strong arms. It’s frustrating but he’s close, too close to pass up the opportunity.

“Whenever we’re done.” she says, almost in a whisper this time and it makes Alfie get up almost abruptly.

He feels like a young man inside, how he felt before the war as he walks out of the dining room but not before stopping in front of the lass to mutter some words.

“Go on, then.” he says, against her face and she can feel the goosebumps on her skin. It makes her excited, that she finally has the chance to have a go at the scary man and Alfie watches her get her coat and offer her hand.

He takes it.

Her hand is much smaller, softer too and not roughened by the world’s many troubles. He plans to keep them that way, to make sure there’s not a scratch on her in his time of being around promises himself that it will be the case as long as she keeps him around.

Just before she’s about to hop into the car, holding onto his hand, she plants a kiss on the side of his mouth.

And he’s gone.

Because it’s soft, far too good for a criminal like him but he can’t bring himself to say that she should be wary of him. He wants her, like a little kid wants candy and he cannot keep denying himself, he knows this. He also knows she may come out of a bit more mature so sees it as a gain and gain situation.

Then he barks at the driver to take them to his place and feels her hand clasp his. A low fuck leaves his lips and he knows he’s in for trouble.

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Tagging: @clairecrive  @parkbearum @sourirez  @vetseras​ @mollybegger-blog @babylooneytoonz @peakascum

A/n: This happened and i hope you liked it? Let me knowww and also if you’d like to be tagged.

[byuntrash101]

hi!!!! i was born at october 3rd, and my bias is baekhyun !! we also have the same gemini moon !! can you please write something about him being jealous of a game character i love and being all bratty and needy smakshxkshd you can add smut if you want pls with some degradation. also is okay if the requests are full ill still be happy if you read this and know that i admire your work!!

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Hiii!! OMG you're so cute!!! Lemme tell you I have a LOT of fun writting this! I'm sorry i didn't include much bratty/needy Baekhyun but i could have honestly write a 3k one shot about this one! I hope you like it!

Warnings - jealousy, degradation, nude sub/clothed dom, daddy kink, spit play, unprotected sex

Lockscreen - Libra!Reader & Taurus!Baekhyun

“What is that?” Baekhyun yells as he points at your phone. You are confused for a second but you realize he is talking about your lock screen wallpaper.

“Huh? Oh! It’s Chris Redfeild” you say shrugging, immediately focussing back on your Nintendo Switch.

“I thought I was your lock screen” your boyfriend whines, pouting cutely. Contrary to the earth signs like Taurus, Libras like to switch things up and try new things. Baekhyun can go a whole year with the same lockscreen and even if he changed he would replace the current pic of your last dinner date with another one of you. He wanted to see your cute face every time he picked his phone up.

“Well yeah but I wanted to change it” you say not lifting your eyes off the screen.

“And why did you choose this… dude?” resent underlines his voice but you are too absorbed in the game to realise it.

“I don’t know he’s hot”

Not many people know that but alongside the Scorpio, the Taurus is the most possessive and jealous sign of the zodiac. The only difference between the two is that Scorpios are not as subtle as Tauruses.

So Baekhyun inhales deeply and puts back on the cute face front before asking.

“Why?”

There the social instinct of the Libra kicks in and you pause the game to finally look at your boyfriend's face.

“I mean he’s really buff and I don’t know I like his beard and his arms. I guess like that he’s… manly?” you say, hesitant.

Your heart sinks when you see Baekhyun’s orbs go dark with anger. As a Libra there’s nothing you dread more than confrontation and that’s the exact opposite for your Taurus boyfriend. He’s not represented by a bull for nothing. He faces everything head on. And that's exactly what he intends to do right now.

He doesn’t say a word when he gets up the couch and whips your console out of your hands.

“You like manly, huh?” He throws the console on another chair. “Daddy will show you manly, then” his voice is cold. “Strip”

Your non-confrontational nature dictates you to follow the orders and you soon find yourself stark naked on the couch in front of your still fully clothed boyfriend.

He pulls on his sweat pants just below his hips, just enough to let his angry hard cock spring out. You can’t help but to gulp at the sight of the thick member, seeping precum.

Then Baekhyun places both your feet in the air, knees bent on your chest and thighs far apart, leaving your pussy out in the open for him to see.

“Fucking stay like this” he orders before he spits on his hand and rub it all over his hard cock, stroking it and groaning as he tightly clenches his fist around his raw meat.

He leans over and spits on your cunt too, he smears it over your folds with his hot tip and before you can even brace yourself he smashes himself deep into you. This first thrust is so hard that it makes your hips sink back into the couch cushions. You can’t help but to moan when you feel pleasure rip through your unprepared little cunt.

Baekhyun instantly starts to go full speed inside you, pumping himself in and out of your heat at an insane speed. You feel your walls clench around him as pleasure is quick to rise to an unbearable level while your eyes are locked with the place you two meet, front row seat on his long thick cock railing your little cunt that didn’t even have the time to get wet.

“You’re fucking mine you hear fucking whore?” Baekhyun grabs your hair and pull harshly on it to make you look up. “Fucking look at me.” He spits in your face and you feel the warm saliva drip down your cheek while you have trouble controlling the pleasurable responses of your cunt around his thick cock.

“Yes I’m yours Daddy” you scream, desperately looking back into his eyes.

“This little cunt is mine only and I don’t want to see an other man as your lockscreen you get that fucking slut?” his voice is strained as his thrusts become sloppy.

“Please Daddy your big cock is too good Please can I cum?” you beg as tears run down your face, mixing with your boyfriend’s spit.

“Yes cum on this dick with your slutty little cunt” Baekhyun growls as he release his thick cum into your raw, spit covered pussy taking you over the edge with him as your orgasming, clenching and twitching pussy milks him dry, so eager to mix your juices with his spit and cum. You moan and scream, little body crushed under the overwhelming forced orgasm.

When Baekhyun has caught his breath he pulls out and he inserts two fingers in your still very sensitive pussy which makes you jerk your hips up. He scrapes the cum out and smears it all over your face still coated with spit and tears. He takes your phone back and takes a picture, you can only see the flash as your vision is blurry, eyes stinging with spit and cum.

“There I changed your lockscreen and this one is way more suited for a little whore like you” Baekhyun concludes proudly.

[buckyownsmylife]

Secret Door: the one where there’s a ball and some undisclosed feelings

President James Buchanan Barnes is the first president to occupy the White House without a first lady ever since… well, President James Buchanan Barnes. But he’s not too worried about it, since he got his best friend from college acting as his VP, supporting him just like only someone who knew everything about him could do. What happens when feelings from the past start to resurface?

Or the one where you and Bucky used to date but now you got a country to run.

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Are you free?” I asked as I chanced a glance inside the oval room, only to find James looking down at nothing in particular with a defeated look on his face. My movement had him glancing up to meet my eyes though, and a beautiful smile brightened his expression at the realization that I was the one talking to him.

“For you? Always.” He excitedly waved me in, already leaping out of his chair. “Come here, darling. I need one of your hugs.” I opened a little smile of my own at his request, but more tentatively than I would have if I hadn’t seen just how tired he looked before he saw me.

I was worried about him. Even now, while I had his arms around my body, his beard tickling my neck, it didn’t seem like he was really here at all. And it felt like he thought the same if the way he squeezed me was any indication of just how hard he was trying to be more present in the moment we were currently still living in.

I tried to pull away, but his arms only tightened around my smaller body, and so I relented, letting him rely on me for as long as he needed to. It was the least I could do, not for the President of my nation, but for my best friend since college.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked once he finally let me go, still keeping me close by holding my wrists delicately but with purpose. He seemed to consider my words, lips pursed in thought, that cute little frown that made me want to bury my thumb between his eyebrows appearing on his face, but ended up shaking his head.

“Not really. What I would like is for you to come have dinner with me tonight. Do you think you can make it?” Of course I could. No one in their right mind would pass up the opportunity for dinner with the President, if not for his title, at least for his personal chef, but it wasn’t my case.

I could never say no to him because his company was my absolute favorite. I’d always chosen him over anything, and he’d done the same for me. But tonight, I knew neither of us could retreat into any sort of personal encounter because we both had the same social gathering to attend.

“I’d love to, but the ball, remember?” I watched as realization struck over Bucky, and he slapped his own forehead and groaned, making me giggle. He really was such a manchild at times, even if only with me.

“Ugh, do we really have to go?” Rolling my eyes at his whining, I fixed his suit while I bit on the inside of my cheek, so I wouldn’t just relent and laugh. I knew he was only saying this for show, an immature effort to get on my nerves.

I really did know him too well.

“Yes, we do. We can have dinner tomorrow. I’ll ask your assistant to clear off your schedule, I don’t know of any major commitments you have to attend.” When I finished fixing his clothes, I noticed the lack of response, and so I looked up to find him staring down at me with the most lovesick expression in his eyes. I laughed, but only to try to soften the mood of the room, ignore the way it made my heartbeat pick up.

“You really are the perfect woman, have I ever told you that?”

“Only all the time.” I smiled, thinking back fondly on everything we’d shared that led us here. It was a hell of a ride, but it was definitely easier with him by my side.

“It’s because it’s the truth.” I nodded, accepting his words as I prepared to leave, but then a gentle hand on my elbow had me looking back. “What color is your dress for this evening?” The question made me curious, but it wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. Bucky was always looking for ways to show me that he cared.

“Yellow.” He nodded, releasing me as a silent way to say that I could leave. I smiled back at him, nodding in return.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Bucky’s P.O.V.

The sound of heels against marble in the nearly empty hallway alerted me of her arrival. Turning around, I found her wearing the most beautiful and elegant yellow dress, the exact shade I had chosen to wear as a tie for the evening.

“Oh, wow,” I commented, opening a smile after I was able to close my mouth. “You look wonderful, sweetheart.” She looked extremely suspicious of me, although a huge smile took over most of her face.

“I like your tie.” Chuckling, I subconsciously adjusted it before reaching out to take her hand, wanting to close the space between us as soon as possible. The feeling of her warm skin always made me feel comforted, even if I didn’t know that I needed any sort of comfort. 

She seemed to know it, though. She always did. It was why I knew my decision to ask her to become my vice-president was the right one to make, even though our previous history together would make our run a peculiar one, to say the least.

“Good, you were supposed to appreciate it.” She hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t give me any more shows of how it affected her, eyeing the knot I’d just secured before reaching out for it again. Maybe it should make me irritated, but I could only find it adorable, how she insisted on double checking my outfit when I was sure nothing was wrong with it.

“Sam helped you with it?” At the mention of my assistant, I looked up from her cute little face to see that he was standing right behind her, sporting a knowing smile on as he watched our interaction, just patiently waiting for us to decide to leave.

“You know it.” She smiled up at me then, and suddenly there was an unspoken conversation between us that I didn’t want to break. I wasn’t too sure if what she was trying to communicate was the same I wanted to hear, but a guy could hope.

All hope eventually ends up lost when there’s a presidential commitment to attend, though. I should have known it by now.

“We really should be going,” Sam’s voice interrupted us, and still I smiled. She returned it as well, knowing this was our life, this was what we did - at least for the next three years.

“Shall we?” I asked, offering my arm to her, who bowed teasingly before accepting it.

“We shall.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Time would pass and we would eventually step out of power and I still wouldn’t become accustomed to all of this. All of the press, the fake smiles, the insipid conversations. But it was a part of the job. And at least I had James by my side to help me deal with all of it. If there was one thing I admired about him, it was his ability to make every situation exciting.

“I don’t think I actually told you just how beautiful you look tonight,” a familiar voice murmured right by my ear, hands slotting themselves over my hips as one of mine clutched my chest in surprise. I guess I truly had been distracted, staring out at the beautiful garden from the balcony I managed to find so I could get a breath of fresh air.

“You really think so?” I asked, turning around to meet his eyes. He had a cheeky smile on his lips, the one that made him look younger than he was - the one I adored so much.

“Oh, yes. You’re also incredibly distracting. I couldn’t focus on a single conversation people tried to hold with me tonight. But you know what?” I hummed, tilting my head to signal him I wanted to hear what he was going to say. “I find myself enjoying this distraction.”

It was impossible not to giggle - he’d always been a charmer, and that was the reason why I fell so hard for him back in college. If there was a reason we worked well together, however, it was because I knew how to give him a hard time.

“I mean, I would too, if I was stuck in a conversation with Senator Johnsson. Although everything is distracting when you’re near that man.” He tried to control his laughter, he really did, but in the end, it broke free, floating in the air around us and coaxing my own to join his.

By the time he was finally able to breathe again, he was shaking his head, his eyes crinkling in the corners, in that familiar way that I knew meant he was thinking I was too much.

“Well, then. I think I’ve earned myself a small break from all that boredom. Mind if I join you out here?” It was my turn to shake my head with a small smile, stepping to the side to give him more space to breathe.

“Not even a little bit.” It was silent for a second as we stared out to the garden, just reveling in each other’s companies. Despite how frequently we saw each other, it wasn’t usually this quiet, or ever this peaceful. It felt good to just feel enchanted by his proximity again.

But I knew I couldn’t stay there too long, and if he wanted some time to relax, I should probably get back there and distract people so they wouldn’t come looking for him. That was my plan when I took a step back, almost turning around to open the door when I felt his hand clasping me.

Only it wasn’t over my shoulder or arm, which was probably his original goal. Somehow, in the effort to keep me still, he didn’t anticipate in which direction I’d turn, so he ended up with a hand curled around my breast.

“I-I’m sorry,” he was quick to apologize, immediately dropping his arm. “I didn’t intend to.” He looked so utterly embarrassed by the situation, it was almost heartwarming. I felt the overwhelming urge to console him, not even for a second feeling uncomfortable because of what had transpired.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“James, it’s okay,” she comforted me, her hand over my shoulder. “I’ve felt your hands in far more intimate places, remember?”

How could I ever forget?

The door slammed behind us but we were too busy lost in each other’s lips to care. I almost tripped on a forgotten sneaker as I tried to guide us to the couch, unwilling to worry about one of my roommates walking in on us right then.

It’s not like it would be the first time.

Her hands reached around her own torso to get rid of her shirt and bra, and I was left with my mouth watering at the sight that really should be familiar by now. She still hypnotized me all the same.

“C’mon, James,” she whined, hands tugging on my hair to try to pry me away from her nipple. “No foreplay. I need you now.” I groaned, finally relenting and letting go of her breast to work on unbuckling my belt as my cock twitched at her words.

“Naughty little slut,” I sneered, wrapping her hair around my fist when she positioned herself on her knees for me, holding onto the armrest of the couch. “I’m gonna fill you so good.”

She gasped in satisfaction upon feeling my cock stretch her out, something that had my heart skipping a bit every time. “Only I can make you feel this good, huh?” I asked, pulling on her strands to make sure she’d listen to me, even despite how roughly I was pounding her.

“Tell me,” I ordered, all insecurities and nerves, a young man still in college, finally exploring all of his sexual desires with the woman of his dream. Thankfully, she always gave me just what I needed, not only physically, but emotionally too.

“Yes, yes, Bucky. Only you, baby. God, you fuck me so fucking good.” It always thrilled me to no end to hear her usual perfectly composed self say the nastiest shit when I had my cock inside of her. Only I got to have this side of her, only I knew all of her.

She felt like home, in more ways than one. Whenever I had her, it was the best, sloppiest sex ever, and even years after I’d last touched her, I could still remember it perfectly.

I don’t think I’d ever be able to forget.

“God, you are such a fucking tease,” present me jokingly chastised, burying my hands in my pockets so I wouldn’t reach out and touch her again. The need was always there though, and it was overwhelming each time.

“Too much?” She joked, biting her lower lip as if it wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing ever. It made me groan, more out of desire than frustration at her words, but she’d never know.

“Just short of enough. Maybe it’ll keep my hunger at bay for a little while longer.” I looked up at her from under my eyelashes, trying to gather how she felt about what I was implying, but other than seeing her eyes widen a little bit, she gave me nothing.

She really knew me all too well by now.

“Still,” I continued, trying not to let the situation become awkward. “It seems like you’re not wearing a bra…” I teased, eyebrows raised high as if I was judging her for it. “Care to explain yourself, madam vice president?”

When she threw her head back to laugh, it exposed more of her delicious neck, and I unconsciously licked my lips at the clear skin I saw there. It didn’t use to look that way when we were together. I was very much into marking her all over - immature, possessive, and extremely in love with the woman before me.

“With this dress?” She asked, looking down at herself and making me look down at her neckline automatically. God, she was incredible. “Of course not. Can’t wear panties either.”

And just as I groaned at the new information, she giggled, winking over her shoulder as she reached out for the door. “Why must you tease me like this?” I shouted over the music, but all I could hear in response was her delighted laugh, and honestly, that was more than enough.