#I’ve also been writing him with a little bit of an attitude lately? and I’m kind of digging it. go king. talk your shit.

[nocentis]

“Jellal, are you done moping about your tragic past for the day. You are over the limit of your allotted time for moping.”

“Moping? Hardly. I was simply reflecting.”

“How can I appreciate life as is and that yet lived without respect to the past?”

[sansaorgana]

— NEW MEMORIES

PAIRING — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

SUMMARY — You're excited to celebrate holidays for the first time in a long time and you prepare the school for Christmas and Hanukkah but your husband's attitude differs, which leads to an argument. You accidentally reveal too soon that you're expecting, which ruins a surprise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — As usual, Reader’s mutation is NOT specified. I checked online Hanukkah's date for 1973 and I hope it showed me right that it started December 19th, which means it would overlap with Christmas. I also tried not to specify if Reader would celebrate only Hanukkah with Erik or Christmas, too, so I hope it's not very exclusive, because I imagine that even if she is not a Christian or Jewish, she would still want to celebrate Hanukkah because of her husband. In this fic, Erik and Reader are both teachers at Xavier's School, probably after Days of Future Past happened but with less shitty ending for Erik 😂 I also wanted to write a part when the baby is born but I decided the time difference between the scenes would be too big so I'll just write another fic 😁

WARNINGS — mentions of parents' death (Reader's backstory is similar to Jean Grey's)

WORD COUNT — 2,220

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

NEW MEMORIES

December has never been your favourite time of the year. Most of the time it was a reminder that you weren’t normal, that your life wasn’t usual and that whatever all these people in Christmas commercials had was out of your reach.

But in 1973, for the first time in your life, you were actually excited. And since Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was open again, you had plenty of people to share your excitement with. Lots of students volunteered to help you with decorating the place for the upcoming Christmas and Hanukkah celebrations. That year was one of those when the two of them overlapped.

After all your classes on Friday, you worked on yet another room of the house with the help of a few students. When you finished it was almost ten pm so you told them goodnight and went straight to your bedroom. Erik was already there, reading a history book and making notes.

“What is it about?” you asked him with a smile as you began to take off your clothes. You were so tired that you decided to take a shower in the morning and now just change into pajamas.

“Napoleonic wars,” your husband answered without looking up. “I have a feeling he might have been one of us.”

“Aren’t we, like, a product of this century?” you asked and put a nightgown on. “Come on, it’s late, let’s go to sleep,” you stood behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve only just begun,” he explained. “I need these notes for Monday.”

When you managed to convince Erik to join you at school and teach history, he was unsure about it but he promised to give it a try. Just like you promised you would leave with him to live in peace somewhere else if he wouldn’t like the life at Charles’ school. But one semester later he was already very engaged in his work. Students respected him although you could see that they were also a bit scared of him, which was understandable.

“You’ve just begun?” you laughed a little.

“I was playing chess with Charles earlier,” Erik answered with a nod and hummed after underlining a line in the book.

“Is this why you’re so tense?” you asked as you slightly squeezed his stiff shoulders. “Did you lose?”

“I’m not tense,” he tried to shake you off.

“Talk to me, Erik. It’s not gonna work if you refuse to talk to me,” you reminded him sternly and he sighed before putting the pencil down and closing the book. “We need to be open about what is bothering us, you promised me we’d make it work this time,” you added.

“Yes, I know. But I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” Erik turned his head around to look at your face. You took a step back and furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean, Erik?” you asked.

He hesitated before saying anything and a million of possible scenarios started to come up to your mind.

“You don’t like it here?” You inquired. “You want us to move out?”

“No, it’s not about that… But…” Erik swallowed thickly and took a deep breath in. “I don’t like what you’re currently doing. I’m sorry. I don’t want to take your happiness out of it.”

“What am I currently doing?” you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Christmas and Hanukkah preparations,” he explained and you blinked a few times as your brain needed to process that information.

“Wait, what?!” you raised your voice a little. You didn’t want to scold him for expressing his feelings but you just couldn’t understand his reaction. “We’re going to celebrate for the first time in such a long time, and what’s more important, we’re not gonna be alone in this. We have our friends and students here. For the first time December is a positive time of the year to me… to us,” you tried to explain your point of view nervously. Erik was only looking at you and blinking slowly, patiently waiting for you to finish. “But I don’t do it for myself. I mostly am doing it for you, Erik. I wanted you to be happy, too. I wanted you to enjoy something that had been taken away from you a long time ago.”

“It reminds me of Hanukkahs with my parents,” he finally spoke up and you pursed your lips for a moment before opening your mouth again.

“So you don’t want to ever celebrate again?” you asked to be sure.

“No, I don’t think so,” he shook his head.

“Why can’t you let yourself be happy, why are you torturing yourself further? I don’t get it, I’m sorry,” you tried not to be irritated but you felt utterly disappointed. You sat on the edge of your bed and hid your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a killjoy.”

“Too late,” you murmured, fighting your tears back.

“I know that most of the students will be celebrating. I think I’ll just leave for a week somewhere. I have already discussed it with Charles and he said there are a few things I can do for him at that time,” Erik’s voice sounded casual like he was discussing business for you.

“You want to leave us during Christmas time?” you moved the hands off of your face and looked up at him angrily.

“(Y/N), please, I don’t want to fight about it…” Erik sighed. “Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want to…” he clenched his jaw and looked away. “I don’t want to create new memories like this because it would remove the ones I already have… with my mother.”

“And you think she wouldn’t want you to celebrate holidays with your new family? You don’t think she’d want you to be happy?” you stood up and looked down at him. You felt like a bitch but his explanation made you even angrier.

“I don’t know what she’d want because she’s dead!” He stood up and raised his voice.

“So, I won’t be able to celebrate ever?! Because you don’t want to create new memories?” you put your hands on your hips.

“I’m not forbidding you to celebrate.”

“I don’t want to celebrate without you, don’t you understand?!” you yelled and rolled your eyes. “And when our child is born, you won’t celebrate Hanukkah with them either?” you asked and then you closed your mouth quickly. Your anger made you reveal a few things too early.

“What child?” you could see Erik’s face becoming pale within a second. “(Y/N)?”

“It was supposed to be a Christmas surprise… But since you won’t even be here, I guess I can tell you now,” you shrugged your arms. “I’m pregnant,” you announced and turned around to avoid looking at his face. You were scared of his reaction.

You didn’t know how long it took him to finally do something. Was it a very long minute or was it ten minutes of a heavy silence between you two…?

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he finally whispered. Apologizing wasn’t his strong trait. You sensed him standing behind you and putting his hand on your shoulder shyly. You didn’t push him away but you didn’t lean back towards him as usual either. “For how long do you know?”

“Two weeks. It’s the second month,” you answered, your eyes focused on the wall in front of you as you tried to fight the tears back. “Are you even happy?” you dared to ask and your lower lip trembled because asking it out loud made your heart break.

You were trying to give him a normal life, to give him family and happiness, joy around Christmas time and all that. But he seemed to prefer to dwell on his past. You didn’t expect him to forget about his mother or about the pain, of course not. Your past wasn’t exactly pleasant either. But you wanted to be happy despite that, you wanted to have a family, you wanted a new start in life, another chance.

“Of course I am,” Erik answered and gently turned your body around so you would face him. However, you tried to avoid his eyes. “But I’m terrified,” he confessed.

“And you think I am not?” you looked up eventually as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. “I’m a monster, Erik. You think I’m not scared of hurting them by accident?” you asked.

When you were about twelve years old, you caused your parents’ death after having an argument with them. Your powers were out of control and you were locked in a mental institution for underage girls by people who didn’t understand that you weren’t crazy nor really dangerous. That was where you met the person who made you realize who you were and who was the only person there who wouldn’t treat you like a monster; although that was the word you could easily call him with. His name was Sebastian Shaw – but he introduced himself as Doctor John Smith. He was experimenting on you for a few years and although it had been a traumatic experience, you learnt how to control your mutation thanks to him. That was also how you met Erik – he found you not so long after you turned eighteen years old and left the institution. You started to work as a waitress and he was hunting for the man who had used your pain and suffering to perform experiments on you to deepen his knowledge about the various mutations. You decided to join Erik because your life didn’t seem to have any purpose anyway.

“You’re not a monster,” he sighed and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you. With one of his hands he held the back of your head and caressed your hair. “You were just a child and now you’re older, you can control your powers. You’re extraordinary,” he whispered the words of comfort and kissed your forehead. “I’m not scared about you hurting our baby, I would never. I trust you with my life,” he assured you and it was comforting to hear that.

“Creating new memories doesn’t wipe out the old ones,” you cried out and pressed your face deeper into his chest. “Believe me, I wish it worked this way. I wish I could forget. I begged Charles to make me forget but he refused to do it to me,” you confessed and Erik raised your chin to make you look at him again. He hadn’t known about that before.

“You haven’t told me that,” his face was full of pain and worry.

“It was when you were in jail. I begged Charles to remove all the pain, the memory of my parents, the memory of Shaw… Even you. I begged him to even remove you from my head. But he told me I wouldn’t be myself any longer. He was right and I hate that. I hate that what I am is made of pain and suffering,” you sniffled. “That’s why I want to make good memories so badly, do you understand? I want to celebrate with you like we never have before. I want to laugh and feel safe. Like I belong somewhere, surrounded with friends and students, with my husband by my side and my baby growing inside of me. Do you understand my point of view now, Erik?” you bit on your trembling lip.

“Yes, my liebling, I do,” he nodded and leaned in to kiss your forehead and then the tip of your nose, which made you giggle through the tears, until eventually he pecked your lips.

“But I don’t want to force you either,” you sighed. Now, when all your emotions were finally out and you calmed yourself down, you decided there was no point in pushing him into something that would make him feel uncomfortable. “If you don’t want to celebrate, it’s alright. We both have our right to deal with whatever that has happened to us in our own ways. I’ll still have fun with all the rest, don’t worry about me,” you assured him.

“No, you were right. About me choosing to torture myself instead of allowing myself to enjoy my life,” Erik caressed your cheek and you cracked a smile. “And I can’t miss my child’s first Hanukkah either.”

“I want them to have a happy childhood,” you told him. “Like we never had.”

“I know. I do, too,” Erik placed his hand on your belly and caressed it gently, like it was made of glass. “I will protect them from everything, I promise. No human will hurt our baby.”

You smiled at him and cupped his face before leaning in to give him a proper kiss this time.

But you didn’t tell him that what you feared more than humans hurting your child was actually the child turning out to be perfectly normal. You were afraid that a man so prejudiced towards humans as your husband wouldn’t love his child fully if they weren’t a mutant. You couldn’t tell him that, though. You didn’t want to fight with him anymore that night. Instead, you just kissed him. After all, you’d still have a few years before you’d find out if the baby was a mutant or not.

MASTERLIST

[harlowsbby]

Fluff concept: Maybe Jack is having writers block in your home studio so you go and give him some words of encouragement 🥹

My baby love

“Where is he at?” You mumbled to yourself and looked at the time seeing it was almost 4 in the afternoon.

You’ve spent the entire day deep cleaning your house with Jack he said he’d be in the home studio for a few hours to finish up a few verses and unfinished songs but that was at 7am that morning.

You quickly finished platting your dinner which consisted of pasta noddles and meatballs, tonight was a easy meal type of night. Once you finished you went to the indoor studio Jack had built.

You smiled and traced all the pictures placed in the hallways. They were pictures of Jack and Yourself throughout the years and some of Jack with his family or You with yours. You stopped for a second when you came across your latest picture.

It was Jack standing behind you with his hands resting on your baby bump. You coo’d at the picture before placing your hands on your belly.

“We can’t wait to meet you baby girl.” To which she responded by a few kicks, you giggled and shook your head she was definitely going to be one smart cookie.

“Jack? Are you in here baby it’s dinner time.” You opened the door to the studio quietly just incase he was recording something.

“I’m over here baby.” His voice came from inside the booth. Once you made it fully inside you were met by a somewhat happy Jack.

His curls were a mess probably from him running his fingers through his curls due to him being frustrated. He looked as if he hasn’t slept in ages and he just looked overall drained.

“Hi baby how are my girls doing?” His attitude picked up a bit seeing you. When you were close enough he was able to place his hands on your belly before leaving a few kisses here and there.

“And what about my kisses? I am the one that’s carrying your little Princess for another four months.” You sassily spoke and tried your best to cross your arms over your chest but the belly in your way was preventing that.

“You know I couldn’t forget about my main girl now pucker up.” You puckered your lips out and Jack gave you a few pecks here and there before sitting back down again.

“What’s got you so stressed? And don’t say it’s nothing because I can see how tired you look.” You threatened him.

“It’s just I have to get this song done and sent to Drama and Neelam by tomorrow and I don’t know where I’m going with it, I don’t want to seem like some one hit wonder you know.”

His eyes grew teary, lately the blogs and articles have been calling Jack a one hit wonder or everyone’s favorite rapper as of last year. They’ve also stated how he’s quote on quote “disappeared from the scene.”

“Look at me Jack.” He sniffled but didn’t look up he hated whenever you saw him cry. “Jack please look at me.” You rubbed his back in small circles and eventually he looked up. His nose was red and his cheeks were a bit puffy.

You hated seeing him so upset especially since he’s been working himself out and trying his hardest. You knew him not winning any Grammys took its tole on him mentally but he’ll win one eventually.

“Jack, you’re no one hit wonder and I know lately you’ve been feeling a bit discouraged but trust me you can do anything you put your heart and mind to.”

Jack hated feeling this way but the pressure was on he wanted to make it known that he was here to stay and that he wasn’t some temporary rapper.

“You’re right baby.” You huffed “I know I’m right.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you and went back to writing some lyrics down but you stopped him.

“No you’re taking the rest of the night off you’re spending it with me because I’ve been missing you. I’ll text Neelam and tell her you need more time but for now you’re mine.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yes ma’am I’m all yours.” He saluted you and let you take him to the kitchen. The both of you ate in a peaceful silence after you were done eating he cleaned up and went to put a movie on for the both of you.

Jack sat behind you in the bed while you laid between his legs. The two of you were watching The Little Mermaid.

“I wonder if our girl is going to be a singer.” You sleepy asked Jack. “If she wants to be a singer I’ll support it but we’ll see what she’ll wanna be when she’s older.” You nodded and closed your eyes before dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

“Thank you baby for always taking care of me I appreciate you baby girl.” When you didn’t respond he sat up and noticed you were fast asleep, he chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ima love you forever my little love bug.” He finished up the rest of the movie and rubbed your belly the entire time. Once the movie was over he managed to tuck you into bed and fell asleep shortly after.

[mango-bango-bby]

Congratulations on 7k!! I've been a fan of your works for a while and you inspired me to write and make a blog of my own. Thank you so much for all the hard work mango!

May I request 💐 for Oikawa?? I don't mind if you make it SFW or NSFW, preferably NSFW- (again! Don't mind either way! ^^;)

Nothing could go between childhood friends! Especially, if one truly do loves the other. No one could never suspect the Prince sneaking his personal maid into his bedroom during late hours, No one questions where the prince has disappeared to with his maid. Because they've been doing this disappearing act since they were kids, even if his maid was helping him practice for his upcoming arrange marriage with another kingdom, he's getting more handsy. Even as king or betrothed to someone, he's still sneaking off to do much more with his maid because they're the only person he'll ever love.

I hope this request explains much, please don't overwork yourself mango! And once again, congrats!! 💕💕💕

♡ The Princes Personal Maid ♡

(A/N: Wahhhhhh I went a little overboard with this and ended up writing 1000+ words lol!! I love this idea but I also just love fantasy au, I’m so excited for this fantasy au event, I’m loving it so far. And thank you so much, I’m so glad I can inspire you, you’re just way to kind 🥺🥺)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, fantasy au, prince!Oikawa, maid!reader, insecurities, NSFW, possibly DUB-CON, oral (fem receiving), female orgasm

Summary: Prince Tooru finally confesses his feelings for you, his maid (Yan!Oikawa x Fem!reader)

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You love Tooru, you had a crush on him ever since you were a child but now you knew that you loved him. You met him when you were both young, you were told not to talk to him because you were just a maid. You were the only person around Tooru’s age, so he immediately tried to become friends with you. You were reluctant at first, but you two quickly became friends. Secret friends but friends nonetheless.

But as much as you loved Tooru, you knew it would never work. He eventually become king, eventually marry a princess or royalty from another kingdom and you would forever remain the maid who would only ever be his friend. Or at least that’s what you thought.

The truth was Tooru had been in love with you as well. Except he had been obsessively in love with you for years. He’s just surprised you haven’t noticed yet. He’s been taking you to the secret garden outside the castle for years, just to be alone with you and talk to you. You have your own room, instead of sleeping in the maid’s quarters. Hell, you were barely a maid because Tooru insisted that you were supposed to do as little work as possible.

“Psst~ Y/n~” Tooru calls out to you as you walk down the hallway. You turn immediately, a concerned look on your face. “Your majesty, I thought you were supposed to be over at the neighboring kingdom courting the princess” you whisper, as if worried you were going to be caught by someone. He was soon going to be crowned king, in fact already ruling the kingdom.

You squeal a bit, Tooru grabbing your arm to pull you into the bedroom, closing the door after getting you in the room. “Ehh, I didn’t want to go” Tooru says calmly. “I’m not going to marry her” He says, cheerful attitude as he admits he’s not going to marry that princess. “W-Why not!?” You ask, completely confused. The whole kingdom was convinced that he was going to marry the neighboring princess, all the maids as well. You included.

“Hmm, I’ve just had my eye on someone else” Tooru says, trying to allude to you however it seems as if you still don’t get it. He waits for you to respond but it seems as if you’re thinking. “Who is it?” You ask softly, still not getting it. Tooru sighs dramatically, laying his head against the wall. You were just so clueless.

“It’s you” he says simply watching your facial expression change as if you’re dealing with the new information. “Even if that’s true, I- well your a prince and I am a- a maid, it couldn’t work” You mumble sad you have to reject him despite the fact you would love to be with him.

Tooru pauses for a moment before a smile creeps onto his face. It’s not exactly as if you have a choice if the prince, soon to be king, wanted you to be with him. If he wanted you to be his, you would be his. You didn’t exactly have a choice. “Y/n~ Do you not like me?” Tooru whines, subtly moving closer to you so he can corner you into the wall. “Well n-no, your majesty, that’s not it-” You start only to be cut off again.

“Then what is it? Are you nervous because you’re not royalty?” He asks, noticing the way you pause. He knows you better than anyone else, he can see the look in you’d eyes. Tooru can only chuckle at but at the way you pause after his words, speechless. “So that’s it, hm?” He asks, a smile on his face. You open your mouth to speak, Tooru quickly taking advantage of that to pull you into a passionate kiss.

You bring your hands up to his chest, you want to push him off but you can’t bring yourself to do so. Perhaps it’s your feelings for him that keep you from doing so. It’s a feeling both of you dreamed of. Tooru dreaming of the day this would eventually happen, and you dreaming of it as you thought it would never happen.

Tooru runs his hands on your waist, this being the first time he was touching you that wasn’t your arm or hand. He pulls away, going back in for more kisses but rather on your neck this time. “Your maje-” you start, Tooru immediately putting his finger to your lips, shushing you softly. “It’s Tooru to you, darling” He shushes, backing you up against the wall even more despite you small protests.

“Tooru- what’re you doing?” You ask as Tooru smiles up at you, slowly dropping to his knees. “You’re nervous about because you’re not royalty, I’m showing you how much this prince wants you” he’s says, although it’s a thinly veiled excuse to touch you after having waited so long.

He waited forever for the perfect moment to confess to you, the perfect moment to show you how much he loves you. Tooru kept other male guards and maids away from you because he loves you so much. He kept you out of the maid’s quarters because he loved you so much. He needs to show you all that love.

“T-Tooru, wait-” you call out nervously, Tooru giving you a playful smile before he ducks his head underneath your maids skirt. You can’t see him so the sudden kisses and bites on your thighs send shock waves through your body. You squeal a bit, Tooru ripping down your panties. “Hmm, you’re wet already” Tooru mumbles, his breath hitting your cunt before he gently licks just to hear your small moan in reaction.

You don’t have any time to react before it’s not just small licks, you try to grip on the wall just end up failing and instead placing them on Tooru’s head which is still underneath your dress. You almost topple over at the feeling on him humming, the vibrations sending your vision fuzzy and your brain hazy.

Your stomach tightens as Tooru grips your thighs to keep you stable as he roughly tongue fucks you. You can feel his playful smirk against your skin, he loves feeling you trembling like this. He thinks for a moment, his movements purposeful as he gets even deeper, his nose purposefully rubbing harshly against your clit.

That’s the final straw, you try to grip onto his head, trying to moan his name only for a small whisper to come out. Tooru gladly licks up your orgasm, he’s only waited so long for this.

He would never love anyone else other than you, no matter the things that would be said, he was going to marry you. He was going to make you queen.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[killakalx]

"if he feels sweet then he’ll let you go slow and steady, a soft back and forth motion, long as you can hold a little conversation or let him sort through intel." KALIIIIII 😫😫😤.

But seriously, I can imagine him letting you have some attitude during the day, throwing remarks here and there and him seeming to let you get away with it. But then it gets to this point and all of a sudden he's asking "where's the attitude now babe?" and "speak up darling, I can't hear you".

"then dick’s cooing at you every so often, encouraging you to speak up and use you words, holding you in place when you seem to forget he’s trying to have a nice talk with his girl."

The way this man would destroy me😭😭. Letting you pick the pace for a minute but just when you start to feel any relief he's holding you down again and bringing you back to the conversation, not letting you go without giving him an actual answer. Dragging it on for as long as he can under the pretense of just wanting to have a nice conversation with his girlfriend cause, why don't you want to talk to him? Can't he be interested in how his girlfriends day has gone?

"when he starts to get restless he just teases until you get desperate, and that can’t take long when he’s circling your clit and using that sultry tone in your ear"

Yeah, I'd give this man anything he'd want. I have nothing to add here, cause even on anon what I'm thinking is not okay. Thank you for being insane about this man with me💞.

Can you tell I hate writing dialogue and how bad I am at it☠

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i love messages like this sm 😭 yes pls pick out every part of my writing you like and expand on it ❤️❤️ also i don’t think your alone with the dialogue bit!! i personally love writing dialogue and i know when i’m in a writing block because lately the dialogue just hasn’t been coming to me as naturally as it used to. it is a common thing i’ve seen others have trouble with though so i’m glad it’s not exclusive yk

[askachroma]

tell faba i'd give him a little kiss on the cheek

(He is very embarrassed and also a bit shy)

I have so many more hcs guys,, if you’re still reading this, buckle up.

Okay, Faba’s not what you could really call a nice guy. He’s a bastard, with heaps of bitchiness on top, right. But I do like to think underneath all that he can be quite shy, and very considerate and loving of people he actually gives a damn about. Personally I hc him as being diagnosed really, really late with autism (like not until late twenties), which has given him a lot of social trauma. He’s late thirties now right so that’s given him so much time to build up resentment and bitterness towards everybody. He has the capacity to be nice, but with 99.9 percent of people he just thinks: what’s the point? It’s not like they deserve kindness. They never tried to include HIS socially awkward ass in anything, they were never understanding of HIS struggles.

He didn’t have a social life growing up, but you know what he did have? His brain. It’s the only thing he felt superior in, so he clung to that lifeline and gradually built his entire personality around it. He’s smarter, better than everyone, career orientated… it’s the only thing he feels he has going on for him so of course he’s going to gradually condition himself into being a workaholic. He even convinces himself he doesn’t even care about people at all, that he doesn’t want any kind of relationship because they’d distract him from his work. Of course eventually that does change— in fact, when he met his ex-wife and Colress and finally had a connection with someone, that was probably the only thing that saved him from completely going off the deep end honestly. ‘He’s bad now but he could have been way worse’, kind of thing. When he did get divorced from his ex though it just made him even more bitter and lonely and turned him absolutely desperate, causing him to cling onto his career and making very questionable decisions (AHEM rainbow rocket [although I’m still undecided if that’s a canon event in my au]) because he was just in a big, spiralling panic. Since then the friendship Colress (and now finally Knox) have shown him have softened him up a bit, but even so he’s still very distrustful and bitter.

I think that’s part of the reason I like writing him so much, because I can see bits of myself in him. The whole late diagnosis, not really fitting in with others and not knowing why, developing bitterness and a lot of fear because of it, I really get that. Of course, not everyone who is diagnosed with adult autism is going to be as hostile as Faba, (Or hostile at all. I may relate to the bitterness but I wouldn’t consider myself an asshole!!) but it’s definitely one of the things that can happen. Not that it excuses his shitty attitude/behaviour either, but it definitely explains it.

…Man. All that because of a ‘kiss on the cheek’ ask LOL

Realistically if someone he didn’t know well were to say they’d give him a kissy on the cheek, he’d probably be very cynical and think it was mockery, buuuut I do like drawing a soft Faba so I’ve taken some liberties with my hcs for this one.

TLDR: A late autism diagnosis gave Faba trauma, and now he’s making it everyone else’s problem, half consciously out of a want for revenge, half subconsciously because people frighten him (but he would never admit it)

[annabtg]

Okay for the director’s cut ask I want all the details on this little scene from NDP:

By lunchtime, he’d made decent progress on his report for the Department of Magical Planning and Construction. He figured it was a good time to take a break, and then come back to work on the Diagon Alley Apothecary one, have something to shut Pimhill’s mouth with.

He stretched his arms and back, and looked at Lily at the desk across from him; she moved from one report to the next with quiet speed and precision. A stack of papers teetered next to her; he had no idea when it had got so big.

“I’m going to get lunch,” he told her. “Want me to get you anything?”

“I’ve packed my own,” she replied without looking up.

“Coffee? Tea? A Muggle treat?”

She made a tiny pause at the last one; it seemed to have tempted her. “No, I’m fine,” she ended up saying. “Just don’t take too long.”

“You know me.” He grinned at her, even though she wasn’t looking.

“That’s why I’m saying it.”

Ask me for director's commentary here!

NDP my beloved! ❤️ I was hoping to get some asks about it!

Putting this under a cut for length.

As I've said before, I write mostly linearly, with no detailed outline in mind. So this was one of the first parts I wrote, and to the best of my recollection, did not go through any edits/revisions. It came out like this and stayed that way.

At that point, I hadn't yet decided a) whether we'd be getting a Lily POV or not and b) what exactly her feelings towards James were. I was sure that James would be perceiving her as hostile - or, more hostile than he'd like - and that he'd be a bit of a nuisance for her. He initiates conversation and pressures her despite her disinterest - but he means well, it's his way of being thoughtful and caring. (He's like my mom.) At the same time, we know he's a bit of a cocky prat, so of course he grins and teases ("You know me") but Lily, of course, isn't falling for it.

Lily, at this point, doesn't have any feelings for James yet. She knows about his background and career, she knows his outward personality, but she doesn't know him deep down, as a person. To her, she's just a colleague. She doesn't hold resentment towards him since the Academy - it's been years - but she's not making a habit of thinking about him/pondering him either. She's single-minded, there to do her work and leave. She's always known him as a distraction, and while she's not actively avoiding him, she just resists.

This dynamic - James pursuing contact, Lily resisting despite the fact that his presence draws her attention - is pretty consistent with their canon dynamic, I think, so I enjoyed recreating it here in a slightly different context! Lily's problem, in any universe, is that she refuses to acknowledge James - the moment she does, it's impossible not to know, if only somewhere deep inside she won't admit, that she is head over heels for him.

In other news, this scene is set up to give us a glimpse at their daily routine without having to do another round of exposition like we did for James's childhood: Lily has packed her lunch, whereas James hasn't - they obviously don't get lunch together, don't seem to spend any time together outside the office while they're both working. James still refuses to adhere to strict norms - he's perpetually late, he takes long breaks, goes out to get lunch - while Lily keeps a low profile, and is even thrifty.

Also - this is something I've been worried wasn't very clear in the text, but James is impressed by Lily's skill, intelligence and work ethic (he notices the stack of papers). In his introspection, we see him mostly lust after her, but in reality he appreciates her for much more than her good looks. I think his whole interaction with and attitude towards her here shows - without telling! - that his interest in her is genuine and deep. That's not how you act towards someone you just think is hot, and it's not how James would act towards any random colleague (note how different his thoughts about Pimhill are, and he's his superior). James doesn't make a habit of being nice for the sake of being nice - but when he cares about someone, he can't hold it back, and this is what's happening to him here.

Wow, I had more to say about this than I thought I did! xD Thank you for this ask, Ray, it was so much fun!!

[janeykath318]

Science Talk: TaserTorch

Prompt: “I haven’t seen you since you blacked out and threw up on my shoes at that party last year.”

“So, is that a no to the date, then?”

“Heads up Darcy: your flaming admirer is on his way over here.”

Clint whispered a warning to his friend, who turned and sighed when she saw Johnny Storm coming toward her. The man was cute, but a walking red flag.

“Thanks, Clint. I’ll dispose of him quickly,” she murmured.

“And I’ll help you get rid of the body,” Clint muttered with a much too eager grin.

“He’s not THAT annoying,” Darcy sighed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Johnny said, sauntering up beside her with his usual obnoxious smirk. (Okay, it was kind of cute, but she’d be dead before she’d admit that.)

“Ugh. Storm.” She sighed. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Nice to see you too, Lewis. Thought you might like to talk a little science.”

She didn’t believe him.

“I haven’t seen you since you blacked out and threw up on my shoes at that party last year.” Darcy reminded him, hoping he’d be a little embarrassed at his idiocy. Those had been very expensive shoes, after all.

“So, is that a no to the date, then?” he persisted, looking only slightly chastened at the memory.

“What do you think?” Darcy retorted. “If you genuinely want to talk science, we can talk right here in this semi-crowded room filled with nerds and superheroes.”

She fixed him with a challenging stare, expecting him to brush her off or double down on the flirting, but Johnny just nodded.

“Fair enough. I’m far from the level Reed or Banner or Stark are, but I’ve always found space fascinating. Your article on supernovas was really interesting.”

“You read that?”

Darcy’s eyebrows rose. She’d thought the only thing he would read would be Playboy or Popular Mechanics.

“Yeah. I had to google some terms, but it was really interesting and informative. Also, you have a very engaging way of writing that stands out among some of the dry as sawdust stuff in those journals.”

“Thanks,” she replied, with a slight chuckle. “That’s one of my pet peeves in the field. I want to make science fun and fascinating, not bore people to sleep. I could go on a whole rant about that, but that might drive you away.”

“Try me,” Johnny stated.

“You mean that? Cause we might be here awhile,” she warned him.

“I don’t mind,” he replied. “It’ll be way more interesting than dealing with Reed’s condescending attitude. He’s a good brother in law, but totally insufferable sometimes.”

“So I’ve heard,” Darcy agreed, glancing over to see Reed and Tony chatting. “Jane gets all ragey for a solid day after meeting with him. If you’re serious about listening to my impassioned rant, we’d probably better go sit down in the lounge.”

“Sure,” he agreed, happy she was willing to talk to him about it. Finally, some common ground.

Much to Darcy’s surprise, Johnny turned out to be not just a good listener, but an actively engaged one as well. He was genuinely interested in learning about her studies and asked very good questions that kept her on her toes. As a result, she let her guard down and they talked about a lot more than science.

She found herself laughing as Johnny described the pranks he’d played on Reed and Ben and the all out war he’d had against Clint, another champion prankster.

The time sped by, and before they knew it, the place had emptied out and the time was late.

“Whoa. How did it get to be 11:30?” she wondered.

Johnny looked up in surprise. “Wow. I have no idea. You needing to leave?”

She nodded.

“Yeah. I turn into a pumpkin at midnight. But it was nice talking to you. When you’re not a horn dog, you’re actually really interesting.”

Johnny turned a bit pink.

“I’m working on turning over a new leaf. Thank you for this. I’ve learned a lot tonight. Walk you to your car? I’ll behave.”

“Given how late it is, I think I’ll take you up on that,” she said, as she rose to go collect her things. “I hate going out in the dark and you have a handy built-in lighting system.”

Johnny chuckled. “Yup. Occasionally I am useful for something.”

He was as good as his word and lit the way with a flaming fireball in his hand.

“Not gonna lie, that’s really cool” she admitted as she opened her car door. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?”

“Most likely. Try not to get yourself killed in the meantime,” Darcy urged him.

Johnny smiled at her. “I’ll try. Have a nice night, Darcy.”

As she drove off, he ambled slowly towards his own car, thinking happily how nice it was to be able to be himself for once and how refreshing Darcy was. He was sick of simpering fangirls who just wanted to get him in bed and he was sick of not being a person someone like her would ever want to be with. He knew he’d have to work for it and it might take awhile, but he felt she was definitely worth it.

[burinazar]

under the cut, many words of an Ebil pondering whether it’s writing Wazukyan well or might be flanderizing the character by making him Care Too Much, in an attempt to overcompensate against readings where he Doesn’t Care At all:

i spent most of my initial viewing of s2 not particularly trying to understand what Wazukyan was 'really up to' as far as the motivations behind his actions bc i was too busy worrying about The Other Two Sages (as points of comparisons, i loved Vueko from episode one and liked Belaf from the same point but didn’t glom on to him SO hard until after ep7/8 and now I love them both so excessively much that it’s ridiculous.) But after finishing it and looking at the story as a whole it became clear analysis of that character was really rewarding in the context of the other ones i already liked, and now that i have/do try to put effort into 'getting’ him and became more interested in depicting the character as a result...lately I’ve become concerned that I risk adding to Boring Silly Readings Of Him. 

there’s two interpretation that i think are not very interesting: ‘common fan take #1: he’s completely ruthless and uncaring, gives zero craps about Vueko, Belaf, Irumyuui, and likely the rest of the Ganja-tai, and only prioritizes his own wish to continue the journey’ (because this is simply not that interesting to think about and risks turning him into Bondrewd 2.0; though i also feel it is contradicted by some canon, but there is room for discussion there. feel free to throw an ask or message my way if this piques your interest or you’d like to Argue Politely over it) and ‘common fan take #2: LOL Wazuchad did Literally Nothing Wrong’ (this is mostly an attitude thing, and is distinct from ‘after consideration of the situation I personally believe his actions were justified’ or something. what i mean is people who meme about ‘Wazuchad’ are generally sweeping away the idea that there might have been any moral consideration to make at all and that is, again, boring. the entire arcs of all four characters (five actually, Fau too) fall apart as compelling if you aren’t even willing to consider the questions involved or accord any validity to not wanting Irumyuui to suffer.) 

Readings i think are interesting tend to deviate from both of these either a little or a lot by adding complexity to how one views his goals, actions, and motivations, so that even if they may still land in the general category of ‘bad guy and did an indefensibly bad thing’ or ‘not a bad guy, did a bad thing but for compelling and human reasons’, he hasn’t been totally condemned or totally absolved on the way to either conclusion. Both of the flatter readings obfuscate the possibility he harbored genuine fondness for the other characters, and that’s what I want to push back on. I especially like thinking he cared about them a lot but this was counterbalanced by the need to save the rest of the crew (I always bring this up but it’s way too easy to forget 90% of the Ganja were already dead and drowned when they hit the Abyss, he can’t not have had thoughts about that?) and, of course, also his own ambition and desire (and yet in my reading his ambition was directly linked to the idea of a home for his people, not merely himself; the sense of homesickness and desire to journey on that Wazukyan articulates seems to be thematically linked to all of the characters in Ganja and be a cousin to the desire to see what’s at the bottom of the Abyss that most of the entire show’s cast feels). It’s complicated and sad and great. 

BUT LIKE. 

i’m afraid of accidentally creating  ‘boring reductivist fanon #3′ if my depiction accords TOO charitable an interpretation to the guy and paints too rosy a picture of how much he cared about the others. 

Like am I going too far in the other direction when I make him goofy and silly and a bit bumbling and genuinely caring, especially if I haven’t written all caps front and center in the same piece of fanwork that I understand the character has notably dark aspects to his actions and interactions with the others and the grim things his choices and his influence on them others’ choices ultimately lead to?

i don’t want to erase that he did stuff that makes your blood run cold, I just think it’s compelling to read the character as someone who did that while being very human and caring a lot about the others in the situation, because that’s a lot more interesting. I’m wrestling with this bc in the thing I want to finish next Vueko is thinking about how he was like a surrogate guardian to her at points in her life, and since it’s Vueko she obviously hasn’t forgotten anything he did towards the end of their time together and what it meant for her and her family and that comes up directly afterwards but I feel like someone could think ‘what is this story even doing, what is this apologism and flattening of Waz into some kind of friendly grandpa’. As much as I don’t want to see people Bondrewd him or Wazuchad him, I don’t want to Friendly Bumbling Grandpa him, which risks being boring and reductive in its own way. Alright that’s all, just wanted to ramble, input and comments from other san ken likers welcome tho.

[sunshinebunnie]

Hi! Regarding the Director’s Cut asks, I may not be doing it right but I’m curious…

What inspired you to write Prairie Doll? Such a unique AU, I would love to hear more about your research process. ❤️

*Squealing* Thank you so much for the ask, Jess!!! (Sorry in advance because I’m totally gonna nerd out. lol) So, given Fez’s interest in Little House on the Prairie and being all ‘bout that farm life as his long term plan, it got me thinking. One of my two majors in college was History, and I had a subconcentration in U.S. History circa the Civil War/Reconstruction era. (I’ve been fascinated with this period of US History for a loooooooooooong time. lol) Anyways, it got me thinking of what would Fez’s life look like during this era. Although people were going out to California during this time, because the Transcontinental railroad hadn’t been completed yet, I hesitated to have Lexi try to follow Cassie out to California because if she’d lost contact with her, it would be highly unrealistic that Lexi going after her would be successful, and I’ve always known I’m going to reunite the Howard sisters in my story (It’s coming! I SWEAR!!!).

Given those 2 constraints, I tried to think of somewhere in the US that would be relatively far from where Lexi & Cassie started (which would make a little more sense why Cassie was responding to a mail order bride advertisement), while having enough going on that I could introduce the other characters in a way that made sense without trying to retcon entire arcs/storylines, but still being a little chaotic in a way that a state/city that was established for 100-200 years at this point in history likely wouldn’t be. I also didn’t want to feel duty bound to really dive into Reconstruction politics/attitudes by setting the story in the post-Civil War South, not to mention, I just didn’t get the vibe that Fez would’ve fought for the Confederacy. The other thing that I really enjoy about it (although it’s definitely been challenging at times) is that it’s such a fun era of history to think about how would things that we don’t necessarily think about play out in this world.

For instance, Ash’s awkward clothing sitch. Like, for the most part (certainly in canon Euphoria), if Ash started having a growth spurt or he had clothes he didn’t like, what have you, he or Fez could just go to the store or order something on Amazon or whatever. They have the means—both actually and economically—to get him clothes he likes and that fit. The whole idea that people would give him shit for not having clothes that he doesn’t look awkward in is a little crazy. But, transport him to the late 1860s/early 1870s? Yeah, now it’s a little less realistic (even for merchants with a little bit of money) to think he either (a) has some huge selection of clothing to pick from or (b) it would be easy for him to just get/find/buy clothes that are the right size. I mean, commercial clothing production really was just not as much of a thing back then, and clothes were still fairly expensive. It wouldn’t be uncommon to expect multiple members of the family to wear the same clothes, but add in the fact that they’re not living with Kitty full time and there’s no other wife/female relative who would be expected to take care of family tailoring for them, yeah, Ash more than likely would get stuck not only wearing Fez’s hand-me-downs but wearing them even though they don’t fit and he looks ridiculous doing so. But those kinds of things are great for the story! Because then it makes it easy/easier to figure out how to introduce the characters into each other lives and have those sub-conflicts (What does A need from B?) that help drive the story forward and develop the characters within the larger context of the story I’m trying to tell. 

Anyways, I hope you like this BTS take on Prairie Doll!! Thank you so so so much for letting me nerd out and talk about my story/writing thoughts!!! 🥰💗🥰💗🥰💗

[jjungkooksthighs]

I don't think I'd ever be able to look you in the eye. You're too intimidating alpha kook:( no matter what you try doing, I don't think you'd be able to make me look up at your eyes. Your commanding attitude combined with the fact that you're wayyyy taller than me is just 😣a bit more than what I can handle.

but I luv you <3

Side note:-

I'm not kidding author, there were tears in my eyes cause of how intimidated by jungkook in coc >< and this is the 4th time I'm rereading it and it still has the same effect on me.. like, is that even normal? Who fucking cries because they feel intimidated. Kinda feel like a weirdo

Oh, my love…. You were so vocal a few minutes ago. What happened? Cat got your tongue?

Gods, you’re adorable when you get flustered like this. Too bad you’re going to have to be punished for your disobedience.

Tsk. Thinking you could turn to other men when you have me.

I’ll have to be rougher with you than I’ve been as of late. Maybe put a collar on you and keep you tethered to me.

How I deal with you depends on how you behave next. I would submit if I were you.

You said you were intimidated by me, hm? Well, let me say this, then:

Good. You should be.

I can make you feel a lot of things, my love, but intimidation? That’s just the beginning. Underneath that, you’re excited, aren’t you?

You knowingly provoke me so that I become more possessive. More territorial over what is mine.

And you love it. You little harlot. My little harlot.

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Author note:

Jungkook had a few words to say to you, so uh…. Yeah. You called for him and he wanted to speak.

Anyway, it was a goal for me to characterize Jungkook in a way that was imposing, yet powerful. I’m glad I’ve captured that based on your comment! I think that it’s really amazing that you are reading COC for the fourth time, too. It fills me with joy knowing that you enjoy my story that much that you’ve read it multiple times.

Honestly, I got a really mean comment on AO3 for this fic the other day, so hearing that is like a cool salve to a burning wound.

I also don’t think that there’s anything weird about your reaction to my story. If anything, it makes me happy that my writing is charged with enough emotion, intensity and depth that I can elicit such a response from you.

It means I’m doing my job as a writer right if I can make you feel and respond to the story and characters I create in such a way :)

Never change, sweetheart. Never change.

[crazydaisy710]

Aladdin= Ezra. Jasmine= Sabine. The question remains, who are Genie, Abu and Rajah? 😅

Okay, I’ve been thinking about this answer for a while, so apologies for the late response! It’s a really good question.

I’m about to take this insanely seriously, just to let you know. Also, most of my thought processes are for moving forward in their story, although I realize you may be asking me about in Rebels. (Which is really easy- Genie=Zeb, Abu=Chopper, Rajah=Hera protecting Sabine from character development 😅)

So, for Genie. I’m sure you’ve seen the meme where they show a picture of live action Aladdin and say “Unknown Space Colorized” or whatever and Genie’s supposed to be Thrawn. However, Thrawn does not have the good natured comedic tone that Genie has. I’d like to say a Force ghost? Maybe Kanan? But I still feel like it doesn’t match. I think maybe the best match up is the Purrgil because they always have great timing ( ba dum tss🥁) I also considered Zeb, but I don’t think Disney is prepared to make him live action.

Ultimately, though, Genie plays the role of the Supernatural Aid/Old Wise Wizard in Aladdin’s Hero’s Journey. He is also only helpful when he wants to be. This screams Rosario Dawson’s Ahsoka Tano to me. (I’m literally begging her to add a little lightheartedness to the role. It’s not the end of the world. OR explain what duty she has set out to perform and its purpose like Yoda or Obi-Wan.)

Abu, Abu, Abu, Abu. He’s one of my favorite sidekicks. He gets into shenanigans. He is a bit independent. Both Aladdin and Jasmine find him helpful and sweet, but mostly to Jasmine and not that often. I personally would always cast Chopper as Abu, but if we’re talking about the future it would also be really fun to have Grogu as Abu. (I started writing this like an entire year ago and am determined to answer this ask. That being said, the latest episodes have given Grogu more agency and less object and I really enjoy it. But this would be later in the Mandoverse.)

Rajah is a great question. Rajah is so protective of Jasmine, yet allows her to run away when she needs to. And Rajah has an attitude I aspired to have as a kid. My best guess is Rajah is somewhere between Hera and Alrich. Because Rajah is a replacement parent to Jasmine- she literally got the tiger from her dead mother. I’m assuming Sabine’s going to get a pep talk from Hera at some point in Ahsoka that will give her some hope. It would be cool to have some sort of reflection about her family, maybe how they felt about Sabine staying on Lothal, and confirm whether or not they’re still alive, but less expectations equal better enjoyment in my experience.

… I should’ve expected most of my answers to be the same.

TBR: Genie=Ahsoka, Abu=Chopper/later on Grogu maybe, Rajah=Hera or Alrich

Whoever asked this, I’m so sorry I made you wait this long. It’s been a wild year. Thank you for asking.

[onestepbackwards]

So I’ve been thinking of a role reversal, with maybe a Pokémon hybrid s/o going into heat and (Ingo or Emmet I can’t pick) help their s/o through it but the heat is strong and the s/o accidentally overstimulates them, if that’s okay! Or doesn’t spark inspiration, don’t force yourself!

-Jes

👀👀 You got it! I hope you enjoy this! I ended up taking a bit of time writing this, but I hope you like it! （*＾-＾*） Summary: When you start acting off around the house, your mate Emmet rightfully becomes concerned. When pressed, you tell him your about to begin your heat. Emmet happily agrees to endure it with you after you explain what it entails. When it comes to the act though, Emmet can’t help but feel he didn’t take your warnings about how intense it would be as serious as he should have... CW: Smut, Liepard Hybrid!Reader, overstimulation. Word Count: 3066 Words! - - - 🔞18+🔞

Emmet was a bit concerned, and a bit confused. His partner had been acting off lately the past week. You were a Liepard hybrid. That itself wasn’t unusual, but your actions as of late were becoming concerning, compared to your normal behavior. You two had been dating for almost a year, and this attitude was coming out of nowhere! You seemed to get irritated at the littlest things, and would spend time in the guest room for hours on end. You assured him nothing was wrong, and it wasn’t anything he had done, but he couldn’t help but fret the more he thought about it. It was also hard not to feel a little hurt when he would go to bed, and you were still huddled up in another room, upset over something. When you shut yourself away on his day off, Emmet decided to put his foot down. When you cooled off and finally left the guest room that evening, Emmet decided to sit you down and talk. Why were you acting this way? It was obvious it wasn’t normal behavior. Was it him? Had he done something? He wanted you to be honest, if he had done something, he needed to know. No playing around. You seemed to shrink in on yourself when he demanded to know what was up, your purple tail nervously flicking back and forth on the couch, and your ears were flat against your head. You fiddled with your hands, avoiding eye contact. That was okay, Emmet thought. He could be patient. “I’m not mad at you.” he reassured you. “I just need to know what I’m doing wrong to make you this upset, that is all.” You seemed to fight with yourself for a minute, before sighing. “I’m about to go into heat.” Emmet blinked, his smile twitching. Had he heard that right? “Heat?” he repeated. Emmet wasn’t dumb, he was fully aware of what a heat was. It had never occurred to him that you would go through one. He supposed it made sense, you being a hybrid and all. You nodded, and briefly explained the situation to him. Whenever summer approached, you would go into a heat cycle for about a week. Before this happened, you would get irritated easily at things. Sensitive skin and fur, your senses would sometimes overwhelm you, your hormones would go outta wack, and your sense of smell seemed to increase. Overall, it would screw over your mood half the time. You never wanted to snap at your mate, so you barred yourself away. Emmet thought for a moment, and you anxiously waited for him to say something.

“During your heat…” he began, and your face turned bright red. Your ears and tail twitched. ‘Cute…’ You explained to him it was like any other heat a Pokemon would go through. You would be insatiably horny for a week, your instincts begging you to mate. You’d basically be trying to get pregnant with a litter. Emmet went quiet once more. A litter? He felt his heartbeat rise. His hands twitched, and he thought about his options. He was well off, being a Subway Boss, and you did plenty of online work for a nice bit of savings. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford having some children. Sure they might need to get a bigger home, if you had several kits, but that shouldn’t be a problem. Emmet then thought about the idea of having children with you. It wasn’t like he hasn’t thought about it before. The idea of you swollen with his children had gotten him off on more than one occasion. Then the idea of having little ones running around, playing and laughing? Both you and him smiling as you both held your children in your arms? Emmet felt his heartbeat quicken. Besides, he was fully committed to you. You both were all but officially married, in his eyes. You were his longest relationship yet, and you already referred to him as your mate. All you two lacked were rings at this point. Yes, having a family was sounding more and more appealing by the minute, especially the part that included making them. Meanwhile, you weren’t taking his silence well. “If… If you don’t want me here, that’s fine! I know a place I can go hide out for the week ‘till everything smooths over!” you began, and Emmet’s attention snapped back to you. “I’ll do it.” You froze, and blinked up at him. “Come again?” you asked. Emmet’s grin widened. “I want to have a litter with you. I’ll help you out.” Your expression immediately perked up, and you practically pounced on him, nuzzling and rubbing all over him in a hug. “You mean that? You want to help? Want to have kits?” you asked for clarification, your tail swishing cutely behind you. Emmet held you by your hips, laughing at your eagerness. “Yes. I want kids. I want to help you.” He reiterated. You trilled in excitement, and continued rubbing up against him. “Okay, but just so you know, it won’t be easy.” You told him, now looking him in the eye, now completely serious. You proceeded to warn him just what being in heat would do to you, and would mean. At first, Emmet just assumed you would be horny for a week. Turns out, it was a bit more than that. You would practically be insatiable. If you weren’t sleeping or eating, you would be trying to fuck him, using him to get as much cum in you as possible. He would have to call off work for the week, because after you got started, you would not be letting him leave until it was over. There would be a chance he wouldn’t get a break. You would try to use him, even if he was sleeping. His only bouts of rest would be the brief time after an orgasm, or when you yourself were sleeping. Emmet smugly smiled at you, and told you he would be fine. He’d call his brother and explain the situation, to be ready to expect him to be gone for a week sometime soon. You huffed, your tail flicking, not sure he knew what he was getting into. But if he insisted he’d be fine, you’d let him join you. Emmet was excited. He was sure he could handle this! A week full of sex with you, and a chance to have a bunch of kids? He couldn’t help himself from being ecstatic. He almost wished your heat would come sooner rather than later. Safe to say, he was feeling confident he could handle you. It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that Emmet had a high sex drive. You both tended to fool around multiple times a week at least. You, being a hybrid, seemed to easily match his sex drive with your stamina, almost always eager to get intimate with him. Hell, there have been days where that’s all you two did. Emmet smiled brightly as you briefly scented him. Oh yeah. He could not wait for your heat to start. – Emmet wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up, but it was sometime before his alarm was set to go off, he was sure. Feeling a burst of pleasure and warmth on his cock, Emmet gasped, and let out a choked moan. Quickly sitting up, Emmet tried rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and thrusted his hips upward with a groan. He felt amazing.

The warmth and friction around his cock seemed to pick up speed, and Emmet howled, falling back onto his pillow. Suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling, Emmet’s arms rapidly searched for something to hold onto as his pleasure built up. Eventually, they landed on whatever was aggressively trying to milk his cock. Emmet didn’t hesitate, and began thrusting upward in earnest. What was happening? Why did he feel so good? When he finally was able to get some of his bearings, some things began to register in his mind. You. You were the one giving him such pleasure. You were bouncing quickly on his cock, fast and wet, chasing your own release. Faintly, he could make out a bunch of moans and mewls from you as you did so. You looked completely out of it. Drool was coming out of your mouth, and you had a cock drunk smile on your face. Your tail twitched and flicked back and forth with each bounce as you awkwardly tried to balance yourself. Another thing he noticed was a heavy scent in the air. It smelled like you, but he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Almost humid like, it was almost suffocating. And yet… Emmet found the more he breathed it in, the better he felt. The smell was almost intoxicating. One final thing he noticed was how messy the covers were. Well, maybe not messy. He couldn’t be sure, the pleasure primarily taking over his senses, but the mess almost looked organized in a way. Pillows placed carefully, sheets tightly knit around them, like a fort, or nest of sorts. When had you made this? Suddenly it all clicked together in his mind.

Your heat.

Oh Arceus you began your heat. Emmet, now with an inkling of what was happening, felt renewed. In an instant, he grabbed your hips, and flipped you onto the bed. Without any hesitation, he began pounding into you hard and fast. You practically squealed at the feeling. Emmet buried his face in your neck, inhaling more of your scent. He didn’t know why, but he felt he had to. It was too addicting. When he decided to bite down, you yowled, and clawed into his back, and tore into his shirt. He’d worry about that later.

When he released your neck, he felt you finally clench down hard around him, and Emmet cursed, seeing white. With a few more thrusts into your warm heat, he came inside, making sure to cum as deep as possible. He stayed inside you for a moment, basking in your scent as you squirmed underneath him, coming down from your own orgasm. He pulled back just enough to look over you. You looked completely blissed out, your cat-like eyes completely blown as you attempted to catch your breath. Emmet giggled at how cute you looked. “Morning, Darling-” he began, but was cut off when you flipped them both, back to your original position. Emmet’s eyes widened in surprise. Sure, you were a hybrid, and was definitely a bit stronger than him, but he had never seen you use such strength like that before. It was kind of hot. Before he could comment, you immediately began rutting your hips against his, rolling them in a way you knew would get him hard quickly. Emmet’s breath caught in his throat at the sparks of pleasure that rolled through his body as you worked him up. He had stamina, and was fairly proud of his ability to bounce back after an orgasm, but not this fast. Not normally. So color him surprised to feel himself already getting hard deep inside you. Emmet bit his lip, and felt blood pool in his mouth. He was sensitive, and you kept going as if you hadn’t even came! If anything, you acted as if you hadn’t even had an orgasm yet. When you finally lifted your hips off of him, and slammed back down, Emmet nearly screamed. He could feel his legs twitching with each bounce, still adjusting from his first orgasm. His hips almost instinctively were thrusting back into your cunt. Despite being sensitive still, he grabbed your hips, and brought you down on his thrusts. It was beginning to be a lot. Emmet could feel himself beginning to sweat a little. It felt as if all his senses were amped up. All he could focus on was the pleasure of pounding into your cunt, the sweet sounds you made, and the scent that lingered in the air. It was almost maddening. Was this what it was like for you? Emmet found he didn’t envy you. Yet, it still felt so good. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Emmet grabbed you, and pulled you to his chest. You made a noise of protest when he stopped you from using him, but quickly let out a moan when Emmet began roughly pistoning into you. It was sloppy, wet and lewd sounding, but Emmet didn’t stop. He felt his mind beginning to blur as he chased his second orgasm. ‘So close so closesoclosesoclose…’ he repeated in his mind. Before he could cum, you let out another loud howl, and bit into his neck this time. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and he came once more. You practically milked him for all he had, with how your cunt tightened and squeezed around him. He thrusted a few more times, making sure you took every drop.

Emmet let out a sigh as he slowed to a stop, and attempted to slow down his breathing. He was definitely awake now. Reaching up, he began to pet you, and rub behind your ears. You happily purred in response. “Darling, I need to get up. I need to call Ingo and let him know I won’t be in for a few days.” He told you, and you whined in response, tightening the grip your legs had around him. Emmet nearly choked. “No. Stay.” You murmured into his ear, before liking the outer shell. Emmet felt himself shiver. “Dear-” he began to sit up, only for you to push him back down, and kiss him. You ground your hips against his, and Emmet bit his lip with a groan. Again? So quickly??

Slowly, you raised your hips, and slowly dropped them down, and Emmet felt his hips twitch. Slowly, you picked up a pace as Emmet’s cock began to harden once more. Emmet’s eyes widened, and his back arched off the mattress. He just came! Too much!! He opened his mouth in a silent moan as his body seemed to alight with pleasure and pain. It was so much! He felt his breath hitch when you picked up the pace even more, clenching down around him. At this rate, he was going to-! You leaned back and ripped his shirt off with your nails, and needily latched onto one of his nipples with your mouth. Emmet thrashed, and came once more, completely unprepared for the assault on his chest. You slowed down a bit, enjoying the feeling of Emmet cumming in you again, before lightly rocking your hips. Tears began to prick his eyes, and he whined. He was already getting exhausted, he hardly had time to breathe! You lightly bit down on his nipple while giving a rougher thrust, and Emmet threw his head back, tears beginning to fall. He was Emmet! He liked winning more than anything! He promised he would help you, and he would! The twin wasn’t going to let a few orgasms beat him just yet! But he was beginning to struggle. He couldn’t deny that. The pain from the friction was becoming more and more noticeable as it rode with the pleasure, and Emmet’s head was beginning to go into a fog. It still felt so good… the way you clenched around him, and continued to milk him. He could practically feel his spent in your cunt with how much he has cum inside you already. He was beginning to feel lost, and dizzy. You felt so good. He was being good for you, right? Was he satisfying you? Emmet felt himself drool. His body felt like electricity was running through his nerves, and began thrusting back up into you once more. You happily bounced back on his cock, meeting his thrusts halfway, mewling around his nipple. After a few thrusts, you picked up your pace, and latched onto the other nipple, and dug your nails into Emmet’s hips. Emmet came with a silent scream, his orgasm almost painful with how hard he came. His hips twitched erratically, before they collapsed onto the mattress. You didn’t move. Emmet felt himself finally breathe. Slowly, you lifted yourself off of his dick, and Emmet let out a sob at the sensation. Just the feeling of you moving was enough to hurt, and drive him to tears. You moved around him, though Emmet wasn’t sure what you were doing. He could hardly think, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as his body ached. “Emmet, sweetheart?” he heard you call out through the haze in his mind. He merely let out a noise to let you know he heard you. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, seeing how utterly wrecked your mate looked. Gently, you placed a hand at the back of his head in his hair, and Emmet sighed at the softer touch. Emmet felt you move around, reaching for something nearby. You then placed your hand back behind his head, and lifted it. He made a noise of protest. “Honey, you need to drink some water. We both do.” you said, oh so gently. Emmet cracked an eye open, and you smiled. You looked just as wrecked as he felt.

Slowly, you put a water bottle to his lips, and he began to drink in earnest. When you pulled the water bottle away, you set his head down, and ran your hand through his hair. Emmet let out a soft sigh, the gentle contact helping him finally relax. “I’ll go get your phone to call Ingo, okay? Then I’ll make us some breakfast. After that, you can get some rest. I’ll be fine for a few hours.” you assured, and Emmet gave you a hum. You leaned over, and gently kissed his eyelids, before pecking his lips, and getting up to grab his phone. Emmet felt the fog beginning to leave his head, and he groaned. He should have taken your warnings seriously. And yet, he couldn’t deny how content he felt as his mind drifted off, with you taking care of him. You were quick to help clean him up, and make sure he was hydrated, and even massaged his muscles. It was incredibly domestic, and Emmet’s chest grew warm with how much Perhaps he would enjoy this more than he thought, even if was for entirely different reasons.

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Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 2/2

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Anthony seems fine, until it doesn’t.

Warnings: marriage, implied sex, angst-ish, fluff, pregnancy, crying, if you notice anything else let me know :)

Word count: 2.5k

The season passed in a blur with countless flowers and conversations that filled you with expectations about your marriage to the Viscount, you truly felt like love was around the corner for both of you and it was a matter of time for that corner to be turned. He was everything you had expected and more, you could tell he was wary about letting you in but didn’t want to push him so you let him open himself to you at his own pace. The had been some stolen looks, kisses on your knuckles that had lasted a little longer than they should and hand a bit lower than what was acceptable when you danced. To say the courting had been successful was the understatement of the season in your opinion, by the time the wedding day came you were counting down the minutes before you finally became Lady (y/n) Bridgeton.

Your wedding ceremony was short and the carriage ride to Anthony’s bachelor townhouse was even shorter. The wedding night had come with a surprisingly low amount of events, your virginity had been taken the sweetest of ways, with many kisses and whispered promises of pleasure that came true. By the end of the day, you were as happy as can be, laying on your husband's chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing down and smelling the sweet vanilla scent of his skin.

When you woke up the next morning the bed was empty and he had already left to work in his study back in the main Bridgerton home. He didn’t return until late in the evening and you were waiting for him so you could have dinner together.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said while taking a sip of his wine.

“It’s nothing, I like that we are finally spending some time together”

Anthony just nodded and continued eating in silence.

“How was your day?” You pushed for conversation, you had been alone all day and could really use some conversation with someone different than your maid, who was terrified of speaking freely.

“It was busy” he answered simply “how was your day?” He asked after seeing the face you made at his short answer.

“It was also very busy, I reorganized the books in the library, had the kitchen staff do an inventory on the pantry, and send the maids to the market to get some flowers for the table tops” you narrated proudly, hoping he might appreciate the way you ran the home.

“Good to see you’re settling in, darling” his small praise made you smile a little.

“You don’t mind that I changed some things?” You asked somewhat concerned by his silence.

“It is your home, you’re free to do whatever you please with it,” he said dismissively.

“It’s our home, Anthony, I want to make it perfect for you too”

After dinner, he walked you to the bedroom and after a couple of heated kisses you fell in his arms once again, the pleasure he gave you was addictive. Despite his cold attitude towards you in other aspects of your life, it was in the bedroom where you felt hopeful for a future where you both might learn to truly love each other, and then he would sneak out every morning making you feel like a worthless whore.

And so your days continued like this, every night was filled with passion and every day was lonely. You couldn’t even go to the Bridgerton home, you had been taught that a married lady was not to go out without her husband, so your heart slowly filled with sadness as you spent day after day alone in the townhouse. Anthony was none the wiser because he simply thought you enjoyed being by yourself, so it never occurred to him to invite you to his family’s home or anywhere else.

A month into your marriage you found out you were with child. You were extremely happy and Anthony had shown himself to be happy as well, but then that night he didn’t come home for dinner and didn’t make an appearance in your bedroom. He was more and more distant until four months had passed and he disappeared for two full weeks before you saw him again.

It was on the day of your birthday, and he had only gone to your room because the butler told him you had been very sick that day. When he entered the room he found you seating on the bed hugging your knees close to your chest, your eyes puffy from crying and silent tears still streaming down your face. You weren’t upset he had forgotten your birthday, you had never celebrated it so it didn’t matter he didn’t remember it.

“What happened? Is everything well? Is the baby-“

“Your child is quite well, Lord Bridgerton” you interrupted in the coldest tone he had ever heard from you “to what do I owe this joyous visit?”

“I apologize for my absence, I have been very busy” he answered measly.

“I figured out that much, husband” the word was said with venom.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked offended, you had never treated him so coldly.

“I am upset with myself” you started with a pained chuckle “I don’t need you to try and comfort me because you did nothing wrong, that is the reason for my anger” a small sob escaped your lips “I was taught to be a good wife, that my only job was to give my husband heirs and to keep the house running and I understood that and I didn’t fight it because at least I would have children to fill my life with love and a husband who at the very least would acknowledge me and my efforts”

“I-“

“I don’t want you to feel like you should change or apologize, this is not your fault, I feel miserable because I filled my heart with hopes and dreams of love but that’s just not how life is, at least not mine” you harshly wiped your eyes before finishing “I understand my place now, I’m nothing but a child-bearer for you and that’s fine because you didn’t even pick me in the first place” you got up from bed and opened the door for him “please leave me alone, I will be fine”

“I can’t just leave you here alone, have you even eaten today? In your condition-“

“Your child is perfectly well, my lord” your tone had turned icy once again “please go, I am tired and want to rest”

Unable to do anything else, Anthony left the room and went back to his family’s home. His mother had insisted for him to take you there that night, but seeing your state he didn’t even bother asking if you wanted to go. When he got there he was surprised to see the dining room fully decorated, his whole family dressed in their best clothes, even Daphne and Simon had paid a visit.

“Where is (y/n)?” Asked Violet.

“She’s not feeling very well” answered Anthony looking at the table that was filled with all his wife’s favorite food “What is happening? Why are you all here dressed as if you are attending a ball?”

“Anthony, please for the love of God almighty, tell me you didn’t forget your wife’s birthday!” Violet couldn’t keep his composure, how could Anthony be so clueless.

“I-I’ve been so busy lately supervising the building of the new house, it didn’t even occur to me that it was her birthday” Anthony felt terrible, as he should.

“It’s bad enough she doesn’t like us, son” Violet sighed, seating on the table “And now she thinks we don’t care for her birthday”

“Where did you get that idea, mother?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask “When she writes to us she says wonderful things about our family”

“Then why hasn’t she visited since the wedding?” This time it was Colin asking “Mother sent a tea invitation shortly after they got married and she never showed up, sent a poor letter apologizing but did not explain why she didn’t show”

“I might have an explanation for that” Simon spoke up “My aunt was a terribly strict mother, taught her that a wife was nothing more than a child-bearer and had no liberties like men do, for example: going out unaccompanied”

“Has she been out of the house since you married, brother?” asked Eloise, turning to face Anthony who was still frozen at the doorstep.

“I don’t believe so” he entered the room and sat defeated “I just thought she enjoyed being at home by herself, god!” he rubbed his hands down his face.

“I can’t believe it, the poor thing” lamented Violet.

“She hasn’t left the house in almost half a year” concluded Benedict.

“And here we were, refusing to visit thinking she had rejected mother,” said Colin.

“I would like to clarify, I never agreed with losing contact with her over one missed invitation” added Eloise, gaining the glares of everyone present.

“It matters not what we thought nor does it matter what has happened in the past” began Violet “right now I want you to go pick her up and bring her here, she deserves to be celebrated, especially after everything we put her through,” she told her eldest child, pushing him to stand and go to the door.

Anthony mounted the carriage and urged the coachman to hurry home and as soon as he got there he ran up the stairs to your room and burst through the door, jolting you awake.

“I am so sorry, love,” ha said kneeling on your bedside “I never knew you didn’t leave the house because you thought you couldn’t, you are free to do as you please, darling” he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles “I didn’t mean to make you feel trapped in your own home, and I am sorry if you felt like I abandoned you” he caressed your face and wiped some tears that had fallen without your notice.

“You did abandon us,” you said, trying to pull your hand from his grasp with your other hand protecting your belly.

“I was merely supervising the building of our new home, I was hoping I could surprise you before the baby arrived” he explained, now seating by your side “I can’t possibly ask my family to leave their home but I know how much you love that house, and so I chose to build a similar one not too far from here”

“You are building me a house?” You asked incredulously, hardly anything could justify his absence but this was in fact a reasonable explanation.

“Yes, love” he once again caressed your face “A home for our family” at that your eyes filled with tears, this time from happiness.

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying with your face buried in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and shushing you softly to calm down your cries. You spent a while holding each other until he suddenly broke you two apart, remembering his family that was still waiting for you both to show up.

“My beautiful wife, I must take you out of the comforts of your bed” he began, apologetic “My family is expecting you in their home to celebrate your birthday with a lavish dinner”

“Heavens! You should’ve started with that” you ran to your door and called out for your maid “I don’t think I have a dress for such occasion, non that would fit me now, that’s certain”

You opened your trunk and began taking out your chemise and all other items you had to wear under your dress in such cold weather. You took off your nightgown not caring Anthony was there, he had seen it all before, after you had put on your chemise your maid ran in and help you put on the rest of your garments and helped you squeeze your small baby bump in the dress you had worn for one of the first balls you attended when Anthony was courting you. She put your hair in a quick updo and even managed to coerce Anthony into putting on your stockings and your shoes while she did your hair. With all that rush and hard work, you managed to be ready in under an hour and still made it to the dinner at a reasonable hour (half past 9 is reasonable, right?).

At the Bridgerton home, you were welcomed with warm embraces and merry wishes on your special day. You all sat around the table and ate the feast that had sadly grown cold. Colin didn’t seem to mind as he devoured everything in sight, prompting Violet to chastise him softly. You, however, ate small bites because the pregnancy had caused your stomach to be upset easily and you didn’t wish to offend anyone by running out of the room to empty your stomach. Anthony watched you eat and held your hand atop the table, smiling as he watched you laugh and converse with his family.

“Is the food not good enough?” Asked Violet seeing your plate almost full.

“It is just perfect, my stomach has just been iffy since the start of the pregnancy” you answered smiling apologetically, Anthony choked on his wine because he realized at that very moment that he had forgotten to tell his family about your condition.

“You’re with child? Those are wonderful news!” Exclaimed Violet with a large smile “When did you found out?”

“Four months ago” you turned to glare at Anthony “I assumed your son had told you”

“How could you conceal such joyous information from your mother?” Violet then noticed her eldest daughter had become quiet, as well as her husband “Did you know, Daphne?”

“I was aware of it, yes” Daphne admitted ashamed “I too assumed Anthony had told you”

“You assumed my eldest son had told me about his wife’s pregnancy and I had decided not to mention any of it in our letters?”

“I-I’m, yes?” Benedict and Colin snorted with laughter hearing their sister’s answer.

Violet only shook her head with a small smile, her children were truly a wonder. Anthony was nervous that you’d get mad at him for not telling them, but one look at your laughing face told him he didn’t need to worry.

Later that evening you both laid in bed after yet another passion-filled encounter, your breathing slow and even making Anthony think you were asleep. He was caressing your naked back with feather-like touches, kissing your sweaty forehead every few minutes.

“I love you” you sighed, kissing his chest “You need not feel the same, I just want you to know how I feel”

He took a shaky breath before answering.

“I also am in love with you, darling” he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head so you’d look at him “sometimes I’m scared of just how much I love you” he kissed you slow and deep, pouring all his love into the action.

The kiss was unlike any other you had shared before, this one was full of promise and hope. It filled you with love and certainty, you were now sure that no matter how difficult the road to Anthony’s heart had been, even if you didn’t want it at first, it had all been worth it.

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[babyboibucky]

White Noise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a new neighbor and she's even grumpier than him.

Word Count: 2,490

Warnings: TW!!! Domestic violence (not from Bucky, he’s a sweetheart in this 🥺)

A/N: I’d say I’m on a roll for writing new shit lately but I’ve got two ongoing series and a part 2 of a oneshot that I haven’t even updated for quite a while lmfao

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Bucky blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling before forcing them close again. He focused on the hard floor beneath him and the soft blanket tangled in between his limbs. His television was left open but with the volume at the lowest level. Bucky always slept this way, so that the white noise would help him ground himself whenever he would wake up from his nightmares.

A few minutes later, Bucky finally felt himself begin to doze off. A couple hours of uninterrupted sleep were good enough for him, at least he'd get some peace before his past would come back to haunt him.

Just as when Bucky was about to fall into a deep slumber, loud music began to boom through his walls, stirring him awake. He grunted as he sat up on the floor, turning around and staring at the wall separating his apartment from his neighbor. He didn't even know he had one until now. The music was loud, too loud that it wasn't even white noise anymore. It was just...noise. And as much as Bucky hated how silence triggered his self-destructive thoughts, this kind of noise wasn't something that he needed.

Bucky let a few more minutes pass just to see whether his neighbor would turn it down but then a new song started playing right after the first.

Grabbing his shirt, jacket and some sweatpants, Bucky quickly dressed up and headed out the door. He stood in front of his neighbor's door and could actually understand the lyrics of the song playing. It wasn't his enhanced hearing, the music was just that loud. His neighbor didn't even hear him knocking until he decided to use his vibranium arm to do so. Bucky had to hold back a bit in order not to break down the door at how hard he knocked on the door.

Mid-way through his knocking, the door finally opened and out his neighbor stepped-- you. Bucky frowned when you didn't even bother turning off your music when you opened the door.

"How can I help you?" you asked, your expression matching Bucky's.

Bucky scoffed, "I don't know, maybe turn down your music? It's like fuckin' two in the morning. You're not the only tenant in this building." he snapped.

"I can't sleep without music. And no one else has been complaining, just you." you said and was about to close the door right into Bucky's face.

Bucky was appalled at your rudeness and slotted his foot into your doorway before you could even slam the door shut.

"I just complained and you're not really going to do anything?" he asked.

"No. If other tenants can sleep through my music then so can you. Stop bitching around and leave me be." you huffed out and kicked his foot before closing the door with a loud thud.

Bucky blinked, unable to believe that you just did that. You actually kicked his foot and ignored his complaint. He knew that he was a bit harsh when asking you to turn down your music, but it was two in the morning! Why would you even blast music at such an ungodly hour? Bucky rubbed his face with his hand and headed back to his apartment.

He'll deal with you tomorrow. It wasn't like he was going to sleep through the entire night anyway.

-

And deal with you, Bucky did but it always ended the same. Bucky was surprised at how aggressive you were whenever he paid you a visit to complain. The first night he kind of understood your behavior, he wasn't the nicest then. But every single encounter he had with you after that, you were just borderline mean.

Bucky just arrived from having lunch out when he saw you unloading your car with a few more boxes. Over the past few days, he had learned that you were indeed new and just moved in a week ago. He also learned that the rest of tenants on his floor either slept like a fucking rock or had impaired hearing for them not to care about your music.

You struggled to carry all three boxes when you stacked them above each other. Bucky chuckled in amusement as he watched you attempt to carry them all twice. Obviously, you didn't want to do multiple trips but with the strength (or lack thereof) you were displaying, it would be an impossible task. Being the gentleman he was, Bucky decided to set aside his feud with you to offer his help.

"Let me help." he said as he approached you.

Your eyes softened up at him for a brief moment and Bucky thought that maybe you'd be kinder to him this time. Boy was he wrong because you immediately shot his offer down and ignored his presence.

"Look, I'm trying to be nice here. Just let me help so you wouldn't have to do multiple trips." he explained.

"I don't need anyone's help. How hard is that to understand?" you snapped and carried one box, brushing past Bucky to enter the building.

Bucky rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed your arm to stop you. He's had enough of your attitude and if you weren't going to even try to be nice to him, then he'd stop being the gentleman that he was.

"Why do you have to be such a little bitch?" For the first time, Bucky raised his voice at you.

He just wanted to confront you, not scare you so when you gasped out loud and dropped the box in your arms, Bucky's heart fell. Your eyes widened at him in fear, your hand quickly wrapping around the arm that Bucky grabbed. He realized that he had used his vibranium arm to grab you and was quick to regret it.

"Please don't touch me like that again." your voice was soft, almost a whisper and Bucky didn't expect for you to react like that.

He was expecting for you to yell at him, maybe even land a slap on his face. But instead, you shrinked and for the first time in a long time, Bucky saw someone look at him with fear like that. It was as if he was back to square one, back to the old version of him that he's been fighting so hard to forget.

-

It's been two days since the incident and Bucky still hadn't seen you around. He’s been wanting to apologize to you and patch things up. Your music still blasted through his walls so at least he knew that he didn't scare you enough to move away. Bucky's nightmares got worse and somehow, the incident with you was what violently shook him awake.

Bucky stared at his ceiling once again, his television turned off because he knew that you'd be playing your music out loud in a few. He was actually starting to get used to it and as much as he hated it, he often found himself singing along to the songs you had been playing.

Two am and there was still silence. Bucky laid on the floor as he waited for your music. Three minutes have passed and yet it remained quiet. Maybe you weren't home? Although he did see you from his balcony as you headed back inside the building after bringing your trash out earlier. Perhaps something else was keeping you busy? Why was Bucky even thinking about what you were doing? If any, he should be jumping at the opportunity to get some shuteye.

Bucky sighed and turned on the television like how he used to, turning the volume down and then closing his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.

For a while, Bucky felt at peace for falling back to his routine before you moved in. Hushed whispers and soft cries caused Bucky to quickly sit up. He wasn't sure whether it was from the television or if his enhanced hearing was picking up something else. Bucky quickly turned off the television and sat in silence, closing his eyes to focus.

There was a loud thud coming from your apartment followed by a muffled sob. Bucky knew that something was wrong so he quickly dressed up and went to your apartment, knocking on the door continuously.

"Hey, it's me. Open up." Bucky called out and continued to knock when you didn't respond.

"Is everything okay in there?" he asked again, the silence from the other side of the door bothering him even more.

Bucky heard a few shuffles before he heard the door click. It slowly opened until you showed up, gaze downcast and hands trembling as you prevented the door from opening any further. Bucky couldn't even see through you at how you were blocking his view of your apartment.

"I'm fine. Just go." you softly said and attempted to close the door again.

Bucky frowned and held the edge of the door with his vibranium arm, stopping you from closing it and instead, pushing it open. You just allowed him to do that, something that confirmed Bucky's gut feeling that you were hiding something, or rather, someone.

"Man, just get the fuck out of here!" a guy exclaimed as he stood in the middle of your apartment.

Bucky was quick to notice the mess inside your apartment— clothes and chairs were strewn across the floor. His gaze went back to you and it was then that he saw the bruises on your arms and legs.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked worriedly.

You kept mum but saw the slow movement of your head, affirming his suspicions. The guy walked over to you and gripped your arm, violently pulling you behind him as he stood face to face with Bucky.

"It's none of your goddamn business." he threatened.

Bucky refused to look at the man and focused on you. He finally understood everything. Why you had been so aggressive towards him, why you reacted like that when he gripped your arm. You were afraid, not of him but because of what you were going through. This man had been abusing you and Bucky doesn't need to know for how long for him to understand your behavior.

"You just gonna fuckin' stand there or what?!" the guy asked, irritated at Bucky's presence.

"I think you should be the one to leave." Bucky said calmly, finally lifting his gaze to look at the man.

The man snickered, "Who the fuck are you to tell me that? You got the hots for my fuckin' girlfriend?" he asked.

"Leave her alone and never come back. I'll only ask you this once." Bucky warned, his jaw tightening as he stared at the man.

"Or else? You threatening me, man? You're gonna fucking regret it." the man chuckled before lifting his fist up to punch Bucky in the face.

Bucky rolled his eyes when he easily caught the man's fist in his vibranium arm, twisting it until the man looked at him in horror, screaming in pain. He let go of the man's fist and grabbed at the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer as he glared daggers at him.

"You are gonna fucking regret it if you come back here. If you ever lay a finger on her, so much as look at her...I'll find you. That's a promise." Bucky warned.

The guy was nearly in tears as he nodded in understanding, not trusting his voice. Bucky chuckled and dragged him out of your apartment, throwing him to the ground before pointing a gloved finger.

"You understand?" he asked again, snickering when the guy almost immediately scrambled away without even responding.

Bucky waited until the man was out of sight before quickly turning to you. You merely stood inside your apartment, body trembling as you hugged yourself.

"You okay?" Bucky asked gently, brows furrowing in worry as he slowly walked towards you.

He bent down to catch your gaze, "Can I...?" he asked, asking for your permission as he attempted to hold your shoulders.

You meekly nodded and heaved out a shaky sigh, composing yourself. Bucky held you carefully, rubbing your arms to soothe you after everything that has happened. You let him touch you like that because it was the first time in a long time that you received such gentleness. It almost moved you into tears, how Bucky held you with so much care.

"Come on, let's get you patched up." Bucky said and led you out of your apartment, not wanting you to stay there after being beaten up by your asshole of a boyfriend.

Bucky kept a hand on the small of your back, guiding you into his almost empty apartment. He almost felt embarrassed for having nothing but a couch, a chair and a television. You didn't seemed to mind though and immediately sat down upon reaching the couch.

Bucky fetched you a glass of water and sat down next to you, watching you drink it all in one go. Your hands weren't shaking that much anymore and the tension in your shoulders seemed to have subsided. You turned to Bucky and smiled at him for the first time.

"Thank you." you said. "And I owe you an apology. I know I was—“

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I understand." Bucky explained with a smile before it faltered, "I'm sorry for what you witnessed back there, I didn't mean to be violent like that but—“

It was your turn to cut him off, "Please don't be sorry. He deserved that." you bitterly chuckled.

Bucky found out that the guy was an ex-boyfriend and that he had been abusing you all throughout your relationship. You broke up with him a month ago that's why you moved into Bucky's apartment building. Apparently, you filed for a restraining order against him but the guy was obviously crazy to go against it, stalking you back to your apartment, hence the commotion.

"And the reason why I've been blasting music is because it keeps me from remembering the abuse he caused me. I can't think about anything else but that at night, when everything is quiet." you explained.

Bucky's heart ached because he understood, he truly understood your sentiments. His therapist taught him that peace isn't always a good thing. Sometimes, it is peace that causes chaos in the mind. Silence could be a dangerous thing, that's what you and Bucky have been experiencing.

"Would it help you if you talked to someone instead?" Bucky asked. "Because I'd love to have someone to talk to on nights I can't sleep." he said.

You offered a smile, "I'd keep you up every night then."

Bucky returned your smile, "Then it's a perfect set-up." he said, telling you that he too had trouble sleeping almost every night.

Bucky realized that he might have had a rough start with you, but he was glad for that. If it wasn't for your loud music blasting through his walls that one night, he wouldn't have found the perfect white noise to help him find solace at night— you.

-

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So I have noticed a lack of Sirius requests and I'm here to solve this. I would like to request a Wife! Reader/Sirius Black in PoA era where reader comforts Sirius after he has nightmares about his time in Azkaban. You can also add something unexpected to spice it up if you want :) excited to see what you write for this!

Note: SO sorry about the lateness of this. I hope you like it! It made me feel a lot.

Twelve years

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They say there’s no need for dementors in Azkaban. The prisoners are already trapped in their own heads and turn into madmen within days.

The cold, empty, dark emptiness of the place was already a prison.

As Sirius Black sat in his cell, he was disturbingly aware of his bones on the cement of his cell. The only sound he heard was the maniacal laughs of his fellow inmates. They echoed and reverberated off the walls until they became akin to a bell chiming endlessly in his mind. Every day and night. Endless.

It became too much sometimes and he too would join in the screaming. His lungs burning until he tasted blood. If he had any ounce of life left in him he would weep. And just like that, the choir of maddening cries would rise and fall over and over and over…

And over

And over

And over

And over

And over

And over

And over

And over

“Sirius.”

And over

And over

And over

And over

“SIRIUS !”

He jolted awake. Sweat soaking his skin. Sirius’s heart drummed in his ears.

“My love, it was just a nightmare.. you’re safe…”

He gasped for breath, holding the sheets tight as he was brought back down from the terror. Sirius was home at Grimmauld Place, the unfamiliar feeling of warmth and a bed around him. A soothing hand rubbed his back. Her hand.

He turned his head to her, heart aching at the sight. She was like a lost dream, come true after over a decade of waiting.

“I’m sorry my dear…it- it was…”He shook ever so slightly at the memory.

“You were dreaming of Azkaban again.” Y/n said in a calm voice. It was beyond difficult to see the man who stole her heart all those years ago go through this, but he was healing. Slowly.

“I was.” Sirius confirmed breathlessly. His breathing began to slow as y/n cradled his head. Those years plagued him. They would for a long time.

They sat like that for a few moments. It happened almost every night since Sirius came back to her. Y/n was running out of things to sooth him with; kind words and reassurance only went so far. After a month of having her beloved husband in her arms, she wanted to make new memories for him rather than just calming him. No more bandaids. Y/n decided it was time to tell him a secret she held.

“Sirius, can I tell you a story?” She murmured, hand on his. Sirius gazed into her eyes and nodded. He looked so terribly handsome. The colour in his face had some back and he chest bones didn’t protrude anymore.

“Come rest your head on my chest.” She patted her chest, trying to distract him from that horrid place. He settled against her, enjoying the warmth she gave him.

“I’ve been holding off telling you this because it was a bit difficult for me to accept, but for the years you were in that place, every year, I would make a new plan to try and break in and get you out.” She said softly, a but embarrassed by her reckless attitude. To be fair she was much younger then and thus much stupider.

“There was this one year that I made a very potent brew of polyjuice potion of Fudge, and I managed to find the location of Azkaban but just as I was about to finish a meeting with his officials,” she began giggling at the memory, “I tripped over one of their chairs and let out the most high pitched scream and I was so scared of being found out that I ran. But they still thought it was him and it made headlines and now people think Fudge screams like a little girl.” Y/n could barely keep it together at the thought of the memory, laughing.

Sirius smiled in disbelief, “You didn’t.”

“I did.” She snorted, “So now if you ever hear anything about Fudge being less than what he makes himself out to be, just know that was my doing when I was 25.” Y/n was proud of that one.

“That’s my girl. Tell me another one, love.” It was nice to imagine her working all those years to get him. It made his chest ache.

Twelve years.

He had only proposed a year before he was arrested. Sirius barely had the time to put the ring on her finger before he was convicted and sent away.

She didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“-but that one didn’t work because halfway through a hurricane hit and I was almost tossed into the sea.” Y/n slapped herself in the head. All this things she did.

For him.

Y/n knew the first time she laid eyes on Sirius Black that she was doomed. As a young man, he was extremely reckless and wouldn’t say no to anything. He was charming and spontaneous and would take her for night rides on his flying motorcycle. Those days were they happiest she felt. Something about his nature to hold no judgement was so refreshing and exciting.

When he was taken from her, it happened in the middle of the night. He just was gone. It wasn’t until the Daily Prophet began spewing false articles about his trial that she knew what was happening. Y/n knew it wasn’t him. Sirius would have rather died than betray Lily and James. He would have raised Harry like they had intended, until his dying breath. He would have loved that boy and gone to the ends of the earth for him.

They would have raised him so well.

“You alright, pup?” Sirius stroked your cheek. His hands were calloused from all the years with nothing but stone surrounding him.

Y/n looked down at the man resting on her chest.

“Sirius, you have grown into the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She whispered, “I dreamt about what you might look like as the years passed…they didn’t do you justice. I missed these eyes so much…” Tears began to well in her eyes.

“None of that, my love. Look at me.” He sat up and cupped her face, “You did what I couldn’t have never expected you to do. You waited for me. You fought for me, “she snorted, tears fully running down her cheeks, “I knew who I was marrying.” He kissed her tears and held her close. His long hair tickled her ears; it had a few streaks of silver now. He looked about ten years older than he was, but for Sirius Black it only made him so much more beautiful.

“Sirius, if anything ever happens to you again, you know that either I am coming with you or I’m going to die fighting for you.” She told him, her eyes intense.

He clicked his tongue and brushed her hair away, “I would never want you to die for me. I would want you to live for me.” He nodded. In his eyes, she deserved the world in this life and the next.

Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and pulled away to gaze into her eyes. She was his.

“You’re mine.” His heart drummed. He was holding her so dearly, terrified he may wake up at any moment and be back in Azkaban.

She nodded, head feeling light, “And you’re mine.”

Sirius tipped his head against hers. The quiet enveloped them. The warmth of the house calmed them. They were together. And there was no force that could tear them apart. No person could keep them from each other.

No one.