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sentientgolfball · 1 year ago

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Wolf Moon

I hope no one is sick of genderfluid lunar cycle Rain

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Pairing: Rulti

Word Count: 3940

Tags: murder ghouls, brief but kinda graphic gore, blood kink, semi-public, Rain is a diva if you squint, they fuck in a dirty bar bathroom

Summary: She was as much a perfectionist as she was vain, but the new outfit her pack gifted her was perfect for the evening of bar hopping. One night couldn't possibly ruin it, right?

Rain stands in front of her vanity. Her hair is pulled back, held in place by a simple pastel pink headband. She drums her claws against the top of it, eyeing her nude appearance with a pout. She’s tried on at least a dozen different outfits in the last ten minutes trying to find something to wear for the day. Every single one of them didn’t feel right as evidenced by the piles of discarded sweaters, skirts, button-ups, and whatever else she pulled out of her closet. No matter what combination she tried, nothing satisfied her. The bioluminescent spots on her shoulders and tail pulsed rapidly, making her frustration plain as day.

She sighed, dragging her hands across her face and digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. She was always one for maintaining her appearance, but even she had to admit this was getting ridiculous. Even so, she could never justify going out in an outfit that didn’t make her feel wholly herself. She was this close to texting Dew, letting him know she wouldn’t be joining the pack on their little bar outing. She knew he’d be disappointed, they all would, but Rain wasn’t feeling it.

She threw her clawed hands up in frustration before reaching for her phone at the edge of the vanity. Her eye caught something as she did. A brightly colored box sitting beside her desk.

How could she forget?

There was one outfit she hadn’t tried on in her sporadic costume changes. It was one she had never worn before, still too new for her to feel comfortable going out in it. It was a gift from the pack. They may not celebrate that human holiday, but it was fun to get each other nice things and oh had they gotten her nice things. Swiss got her the outfit that’s currently hidden in the gift box. Aurora and Cumulus pulled together and got her a basket of new makeup and skincare products. Phantom got her the headband currently in her hair. Mountain got her the leather boots sitting at the bottom of her closet. Dew got her the pearls that sit next to the rings from Cirrus in her little jewelry box. A little something from everybody. The only problem was, she was as much a perfectionist as she was vain. She cherished the gifts from her mates but she always hated using them right away for fear of them getting ruined. But today her vanity won.

She took the outfit from the box and immediately, without even putting it on, she knew it would be the one. Already she could picture the rounds of drinks she’d get from a quick wink and sly touch to some unsuspecting humans. Enough for the whole pack if she tried. Already she could see the perfect makeup to go with it. Smokey with a cat eyeliner and some cherry flavored lip gloss for when things got handsy. Mountain’s boots would match well. It was perfect. It was her.

She slipped on a pair of lacy panties before pulling the black stockings up her legs. She pulled the loose black sweater over her head and marveled at the low cut. Her neck and collarbones were well exposed, the pearls from Dew would look nice. The white mini skirt already made her waist look even better, but when she tucked the sweater in she felt the last bit of apprehension melt away. She looked good and she wasn’t even finished yet. She spun in the mirror checking herself out in every possible angle, smiling wider and wider with how satisfied she felt in the outfit.

She went to the bathroom where she keeps her hoard of makeup. She pulled out what she would need for the look she had in mind. She briefly scratched the stubble on her face toying with the idea of shaving, but decided against it. She quickly washed her face and got to work. She picked a shade that would look gorgeous both on her natural blue gray skin and her glamoured form.

She twisted the cap off the mascara. Holding the brush close to her eye, she looked up and blinked a few times before doing the same to the other eye. She examined her eyeliner to see if it needed to be sharpened before applying. Satisfied, she tugged gently at her lid. Her tail flicked behind her as she carefully filled in her waterline. Once she was done, she sifted through the top drawer looking for a brush to use for the eyeshadow. She landed on the one that looked like a rose, a gift from Mountain from years prior. She drew the brush through the pallet, collecting the color before softly swiping it over her eyelid. She ended up going with the smokey look.

When both eyes were finished she stepped back to take herself in. Rain tilted her head, chewing her lip trying to figure out what was missing.

“Oh!” She chirped when it dawned on her.

She pulled out her liquid liner and carefully drew a cat eye shape. Now it was perfect. She was perfect. Rain gathered her supplies and meticulously put them back exactly where they belonged before pulling out the little bottle of hair gel. She removed the headband from her hair, running her fingers through it a few times to fix it up a bit. She fiddled with it until she had a good wind-blown look that highlighted the waves in it. Rain scooped a small amount of gel onto her fingers and raked them through her hair one more time. Just enough to keep it exactly the way she wanted it.

She walked back out to her vanity, pulling out the jewelry box. She carefully clasped on the pearls from Dew, smiling at the way they shined against her neck. She slipped on a few rings, simple silver bands, one on each finger. All that was left was to throw on the boots from Mountain and Rain would be ready for the evening. She did one last look over the mirror. She smiled adorned with the gifts from her pack. Quite literally wrapped up in the love they had for her. She was gorgeous. She was herself.

She stalked out to the common room where the whole pack was gathered. All of them were in various stages of ready for the night of bar hopping. Swiss was almost finished and Cirrus was still in her pajamas. Rain went to the kitchen to get something to eat so she wouldn’t have to subject herself to shitty bar food. She grinned hearing the whistle from where Swiss was sitting.

“Lookin good princess! It’s about time you put that skirt on for me.”

“It’s not for you Swiss” she rolled her eyes, but her tone was light.

“Yeah? Then who’s it for?”

“Mountain.”

“Really?” The giant perks up from where he’s hunched over the kitchen counter.

“No. Well, maybe later. I just wanted to make him jealous” she whispers to Mountain.

Mountain chuckles and flicks her with his tail before turning his attention back to the joint he’s rolling.

“I heard that! So it is for me.”

“No” Rain walks back into the common area “It's actually for…”

She stops dead in her tracks, mouth drying up when she makes eye contact with Swiss. His shirt is still half unbuttoned as he sits with his head resting against his knuckles. His eyes are half closed and he smiles with all fang. Sly. Cocky. He devours her with one look.

Rain can feel it then. The fire in her gut, the ache in her fangs. The need to sink her teeth into something and not let go. Messy and possessive. She wanted to hunt. She swallows hard, tearing her eyes away from Swiss in a feeble attempt to quell the burn.

“It’s actually for the pack. Was gonna get us some free drinks tonight.”

“How considerate of you tadpole.”

The whiskey and tobacco scent of Swiss is so much stronger and Rain knows he’s right behind her. Her fangs throb desperate to sink into anything. She slinks away from him before he can make any contact. She knows it would’ve been over if he did. She heads back to the kitchen, grabbing an apple before going to her room.

“Text me when we’re leaving” she throws over her shoulder.

“Don’t you want dinner?” Mountain calls.

“Give my plate to Phantom.”

“Fuck yea!”

She closes her door and leans against it. She takes a few deep breaths and hisses before taking a generous bite of the apple. It’s not the same as sinking her teeth into prey, but she can’t exactly do that now. She was not going to ruin this outfit the very first time she wore it.

She checked the time on her phone and cursed. This was one of the many reasons she hated the winter months. The early sunset. The early moonrise. It wasn’t necessarily bad but on the rare occasion of the pack going out it was nothing more than a hindrance and tonight just so happened to be the first full moon of the new year. She knew it was tonight, she always knew what night it would happen, but she thought she could deal with it. Maybe even make use of it, but that relied on her making it out before the moon came out. The extra magick from the pull of the celestial body would make it difficult for her to glamour. The extra energy made her antsy, she wanted to run, chase, hunt.

A ding from her phone broke her from that thought. A text from Dew.

Still wanna go out? I know it’s tonight

Deep down she knew Dew would understand if she backed out. All of them would really, they’ve all been on the receiving end of Rain’s moon drunk mind.

I promised drinks, didn't I?

It was a dumb decision trying to be around humans on the full moon as a water ghoul, but she’d be damned if she got all dressed up and didn’t show off.

The ride to the bar was quick and Rain couldn’t have been more thankful. The combination of Swiss’ scent and the cramped seating made her unable to sit still. She couldn’t wait to let everything out on some unsuspecting humans. Once inside, the glamoured pack picked a booth in the back and settled. Mountain became the designated seat watcher as the ghouls deposited their loose items and filtered into the crowd.

Rain made a beeline for the bar. She sat on a stool at the end and ordered something small for herself. She scanned the crowd, looking for someone she could easily sink her claws into.

“This seat taken?”

Rain looked up to see a man gesturing to the stool next to her. She could smell it on him, in his blood. He was already buzzed. Looks like she wouldn’t need to work as hard as she thought.

“No, go right ahead” she flashed him a smile.

“I like your makeup. Makes your eyes pop.”

“Thank you” she takes a sip of her drink. It’s watered down and she fights not to gag, but it was cheap. She’d be able to get the good stuff soon enough.

The man calls the bartender over and orders something for himself.

“How about another one on me?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. We’ve only been talking for what? Two minutes?”

“What better way to get to know someone than over a few drinks?”

“Do you normally blow your money on people you want to know?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

Rain almost rolls her eyes, but takes the opportunity and orders. They talk for a while if you could even call it that. All she does is nod, smile, laugh here and there, and occasionally ask a question to feign interest. She keeps him talking, keeps him loose and light. Keeps ordering. Eventually, he’s drunk enough he has no apprehension when she asks him to buy a round for her friends with some lie that it was Mountain’s birthday and she didn’t have the money to pay for all of them. She catches Cumulus’ eye when the drinks are brought to the booth they claimed and she blows Rain a kiss.

She feels that ache in her fangs again and her adrenaline spikes at the successful performance. Normally she’d slip away and start again with a different human enjoying the chase as much as the reward, but the moon’s influence made Rain throw caution to the wind. She started to get handsy with him, wanting to see how far she could push it. Wanted to see if she could beat her record for how many drinks she got for the pack in one night. She kept him laughing. Kept him drinking. Kept him ordering.

Maybe her plan was working a little too well. He reeked of alcohol when he got closer to Rain. She wasn’t sure if he just had that much or the full moon was allowing her water ghoul sense out even through the glamour. His movements were sluggish and his words slurred as he tried to return the small touches Rain had been giving for the better part of the night. He tried to reach out and pull her closer to him, but he miscalculated how far she was. He ended up knocking a half-empty glass over and right onto Rain. She stared at the rapidly growing stain on her white skirt, white-hot rage flowing through her veins.

“‘M sorry bout that. Let me…whoa you good?”

“Course I am. It was just a little spill” she says through gritted teeth.

“You sure? You look gray.”

She swiped her tongue over her teeth feeling the fangs rapidly growing. She stood abruptly.

“I’m going to go clean up.”

“Wait” he called, standing up and stumbling after her “lemme help you. Least I can do.”

She didn’t even hear him over the roaring in her ears as she stalked to the bathroom. She knew he was following but she couldn’t give two shits right now. That is until he tried to do exactly as he said he would. She tried to slam the door closed before he came in, but he weaseled his way inside, locking the door.

“Fuck off.”

“Come onnnn it’s my fault let me help.”

“Yes it is your fault that’s exactly why I want you to leave.”

He only stepped closer. Rain could feel the last hold on her glamour slipping.

“I said fuck off.”

“At least let me pay for it.”

He grabs her wrist and Rain can only see red. She drops her glamour completely and shoves him against the door. She clamps a hand over his mouth, digging her claws into his flesh. She sinks her fangs deep into his artery letting the blood dribble down her chin. She clenches her jaw, tearing meat from his throat as he tries to scream. He gurgles and chokes on his own blood. It coats the fingers Rain has over his mouth. She snaps her head back, tearing out muscle and swallowing. Blood erupts from what used to be a neck making his and Rain’s fronts slick as a puddle forms below them. She could care less about the mess. Her outfit was already ruined. She drinks from his artery until the man slumps onto the floor. He looks up at her with blank eyes.

“What? You said you wanted to pay for it.”

Blood is splattered across the back of the door and on the floor. The man’s body sits in a puddle of it. Rain sees the gore on her skirt and growls. She kicks the lifeless body. She swipes her tongue over her maw, letting the metallic taste wash over her and sate anger.

“Tadpole what the fuck?”

She whips around coming face to face with Swiss. He quickly relocks the door stepping over the body to get to Rain.

“What did that jackoff do to you?”

“He ruined the outfit you got me” she gestures to the original stain now completely hidden under copious amounts of blood.

“Mhm right yeah understandable but did ya have to kill him inside. Aurora and Phantom are losing their minds out there at the smell.”

“Since when were you sensible?”

“Since Aether didn’t come and Mountain and Cirrus are trying to wrestle our new summons outside.”

Rain rolls her eyes.

“We gotta clean this up before the humans find out. I really don’t wanna have to break you out of a cop car. Once was enough.”

“Hey I’m not Dew! I’m not dumb enough to get caught.”

Swiss stares at her incredulously and gestures to the body currently marinating in its own blood. She doesn’t know if it’s the influence of the moon’s pull or the rage still simmering in her, but the moment Swiss reaches to grab the body she pounces and slams him against the wall.

“Rain” he warns.

“Swiss” she huffs “I can smell it on you.”

She noses where his scent gland would be under the glamour. He swallows hard.

“Clean the murder scene first.”

Deep down she knew he was right, he was only looking out for her, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She was wired from the original chase, the taste of blood, the arousal coming in waves off Swiss despite how sensible he tried to be. Normally she’d agree. Normally she wouldn’t make such a mess. Normally it would be quick and quiet save for the initial splash of water. But the moon was whispering to her, telling her she was an unstoppable force of nature. She was still ravenous. She had to get rid of the energy before she’d be any real help.

She drags her fangs over Swiss’ neck before licking a stripe up to his lips.

“Rain come on” he tries to keep his voice steady, strong but he can't stop himself from twitching against her.

She drags her hand up his leg and palms him through his jeans “You’re hard.”

“And you’re covered in blood” he hisses before shoving his tongue down her throat.

“Doesn’t take much for you does it? Thought you were being sensible” she pants, grinding her thickening cock against his.

“Shut it and make it quick you little siren.”

She grins before shoving her tongue into his mouth. She licks against his tongue, making him taste the remnants of her hunt. She presses her body flush to his, still grinding against him. He groans feeling her claws dig into his wrists. She nips at his bottom lip, chasing the bit of blood that bubbles up.

She grabs a fist full of hair and pulls, bullying him towards the sink without breaking contact. She pushes him against it and cages him in with her arms. She breaks from the kiss, trailing her lips across his jaw. She sucks right at the juncture between his ear and jaw making Swiss keen. Rain sucks and bites down on his neck as her fingers come up and undo the top few buttons of his shirt. She pulls the fabric back just enough to kiss across his collarbone on one side and pinch his nipple on the other.

“I fucking love it when you get like this” Swiss sighs, slipping his hand up her skirt.

He squeezes her cock through her panties making her pull back with a hiss. She makes quick work of his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down over his thighs. She flips him over in a show of strength that has Swiss grunting in surprise. She spares a glance up and fucking throbs at the sight. Her covered in blood, leaning over a half glamoured Swiss somehow making him look so small despite how large he really is. Rain catches his eye and just like before in the common area it’s all over.

She brings two fingers to his hole, gasping when she feels how wet he is.

“What? You act like you’re the only one with water. The moon affects us all Rainy” he wiggles his hips back towards her fingers.

“Lord’s below” she swipes her fingers through his slick, gathering a generous amount.

With her free hand, she pulls her panties down letting her cock spring free. Rain hoists up her skirt and jacks herself, spreading the pre already pooling at the tip and Swiss’ slick over her dick. She holds herself at the base, squeezing a little as she brings the head to Swiss’ waiting hole. She pushes the tip in, hissing at the tightness.

“You’re so fucking wet you didn’t even need my hands.”

Swiss moans low at the stretch, burning just enough to feel good, perfectly mixing pain and pleasure. She was right. He was so wet he could already feel it dripping down the back of his thighs and she was only halfway in. He loved being a multi ghoul.

Once she bottomed out she wasted no time in chasing her release, immediately setting a brutal pace. She pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into him over and over. The stink of blood and the feel of Swiss’ tight wet hole already has her losing her mind. She hunches over him, leaning on the sink with her elbows as she fucks hard into him.

Swiss moans a string of curses with every pass of her cock against his prostate. He’ll have bruises on his hips tomorrow with the force she’s slamming him against the sink. She adjusts her position, finding an angle that hits him deeper.

“Fucking shit Rainy. There right there yeah” his hand finds his cock and he jacks himself with each of Rain’s thrusts.

“‘M close” she spits through gritted teeth “gonna fucking cum. Give you something to think about till we’re back in the den.”

Swiss clenches hard around her and she swears she sees stars. The sound of slick skin against skin fills the small bathroom as Rain erratically grinds into him. She pulls out once more, going rigid when she sinks back in. She screws her eyes shut with a groan as she shoots deep into him with little twitches of her hips.

She only takes a moment to catch her breath before slapping Swiss’ hand away. She takes his dick in her own hand, pulling and squeezing him until he’s spilling all over her knuckles. She milks every last drop out of him until he’s gasping and grabbing her wrist, begging her to stop.

Rain pulls out of Swiss slowly, marveling at the mix of slick and cum that drips out of his ass. She snickers and tucks herself back into her panties. Swiss sits up stretching his back with a pop. He pulls his boxers and pants back and buckles his belt.

“You better make good on that promise.”

“Hm?”

“Oh don’t worry” she gives him a quick yet filthy kiss “I don’t plan on letting you go when you’re like this.”

She gropes his ass and laughs at the wetness soaking through already.

“As hot as that is, I was talking about this” he motions to the gore covered body in the corner.

“Oh. Shit.”

“Yeah oh shit is right. Now come on, let's get rid of this so you can pound me into your mattress.”

She smiles at him “How are we going to do this without getting caught?”

Swiss thinks for a moment “How much convincing do you think it would take to get Phantom to eat it?”

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss x rain #rulti #mdni #the band ghost fic #golfball writes

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stevetonyweekly · 4 years ago

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SteveTony Weekly - April 18

Hope everyone had a good week. Here’s what I’ve been reading recently. Remember to comment/kudos if you enjoy! Remember too that I’ll be sharing reader recs on April 30th so feel free to drop an ask or send a DM on Twitter with your recent reads.

**Indicates my recent favs

~*~

this has happened before by kamaete (MCU/1.5K)

Tony wakes up in the hospital and his first order of business is to flirt with his cute nurse. Steve isn't a nurse, but he's not quite Captain America right now either. Regardless, he is there when Tony wakes up.

(Tony has temporary amnesia while in the hospital, Steve is de-serumed presumably in the same event that injured Tony.)

Doughnuts and Officer Handsome by MystikSpiral (Coffee Shop AU/1k)

Every morning, Tony went to his favorite doughnut shop. He’d order a few, a cup of coffee, and leisurely sit and eat, or rush out the door depending on whether or not he was running late for some meeting. Every morning, a tall blond caught his eyes, bulging muscles, looking as stern as ever while ordering a cup of coffee and a doughnut.

chirp of destiny by neverever (Marvel 3940/1.5K)

Natasha isn't in love with Steve because he removed a cricket from her workshop. That would be silly.

***Changeling (Series) by Sineala (Marvel 616/23k)

A Siege/World's Most Wanted AU in which Tony's brain deletion proceeds a little differently. (Not a fix-it.)

inspired by areiton (Sugar Daddy AU/31K)

Steve chose him and he calls him sweetheart and that--that has to mean something.

“I want one thing, before I agree to this,” Tony says, and Steve studies him, blue eyes dark and intent.

Or:

Steve is a silver fox and Tony is a thirsty twink and we all know how this is gonna end.

And the void would be calling by jadedoll (MCU/17K)

Tony could be suffering from amnesia, a hitch-hiker from a parallel dimension, a ghost or maybe a time-traveller. He's sure he could work out the answer if Steve would just stop pretending he was Tony's boyfriend.

stuck in a… by annieD (A/B/O /13K)

Steve gets into a serum-enhanced rut. Tony figures that there’d be a long list of people who’d volunteer to help Steve out, but there’s only one person Steve wants.

450 feet under by veldeia (Hurt Comfort/24k)

“So. Sitrep," Tony said aloud, mainly to keep himself sane. "I'm stuck in a cave with no way to communicate to the outside world that I'm alive, and there's at least a couple of hundred feet of rock between me and help. The way I came in is definitely blocked, and I'm sporting the most spectacular compound fracture which will no doubt make moving around a bit – interesting. Plan of action... Trying to get out on my own might be a challenge.”

Or, cave rescue, Avengers style. Takes place at some non-specific point in time after Iron Man 3 and before Age of Ultron. Established Steve/Tony, though it's mostly in the background.

restless gravity by AvengersNewB (A/B/O /27K)

Omega Tony Stark gets bonded to a human-hating space warlord, to get his people a new home after the destruction of their planet.

Warlord - Arranged marriage AU, with a bit of a twist.

as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn by chaoticcollectorchaos_me (Soulmate AU/27k)

Steve met the other half of his soul on a cold night in March under the bright fluorescent lights of the World Expo, lost her under the dim lights of the SSR’s wrecked headquarters two years later.

He met her again on a warm May night, in Stuttgart, seventy years later.

This was the story of how Steve loved, lost, and loved again.

***Bells will be ringing by scifigrl47 (Marvel 616/29k)

Steve Rogers is in love with Tony Stark. He's determined that he's finally going to do something about that. Christmas is a time for love and togetherness, and now may be the best chance he has.

But some things aren't as simple as they should be.

best kept secret by AlchemyAlice (MCU/11K)

In which there is a secret friendship, and Tony can’t deal with feelings, so Natasha has to do it for him. These two features may or may not be related.

***the libertine by Sineala (Marvel Ultimates/6K)

Steve and Tony have both made certain assumptions about each other. You know what they say about assuming things.

age is an irrational number by valtyr (Marvel Ultimates/8.7K)

Steve and Tony grow old together.

indulgence by FestiveFerret, One and Five Nines (Marvel Ultimates/30k)

All it took was one word from Tony, and Steve fell to his knees, every time.

He wished he didn't need this so badly.

#stevetony weekly #SteveTony #Stony #Superhusbands #fic rec #stony fic rec #stevetony fic recs #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #iron man

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ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive · 5 years ago

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by Samari1

The Sokovia Accords have been repealed. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been reformed under Fury and Hill’s command in NYC and works in tandem with the U.N.. The Avengers have reached a tentative peace with one another. Avengers HQ is still outside NYC, but Avengers Tower has become home to many of the original Avengers. To the world, the Avengers family is one cohesive unit. The truth is very different.

Or what happens when two assassins finally notice one another and try to stumble around a relationship while things go to Hell all around them. Jarvis is Jarvis, Vision has put himself in a sleeping state until he is needed again, Natasha needs a vacation from idiot men, and Lucky is the best boy ever.

Words: 3940, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Cold Broken Road

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Additional Tags: Deaf Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Natasha Romanov Has Issues, Clint Barton Has Issues, Clint Barton Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Clint Barton, Evil Tony Stark, Confused Steve Rogers, Hurt Clint Barton, Explicit Language, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Torture, Awesome Wanda Maximoff, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

#WinterHawk #Bucky/Clint #Clint/Bucky #Bucky Barnes #Clint Barton #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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thecitylightshow · 7 years ago

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tagging game

tagged by @burngormanlesbian (i love getting tagged :D)

nicknames: Toni, pumpkin, spanner, and a mirade of swearwords.

gender/pronouns: fluid as fuck, and she/her

star sign: cancer/leo (I’M RIGHT ON THE CUSP OK)

height: 5′...7″??? 5′8″ at a push??

time: 23:56 (ayy, britain!)

birthday: july 23rd

favourite bands: Imagine Dragons hands the fuck down, queen, fall out boy, panic! at the disco (I am emo trash and I hate it :D)

favourite solo artists: p!nk... uh... well shit. Rec me some??

song stuck in your head: the greatest show from, you guessed it, the greatest showman. I have no regrets.

last movie you watched: ... the greatest showman. preceeded by joseph, and then black panther. I’m not helping my case.

last show: John Mulaney.... oops.

why did you create your blog: #peerpressure

other blogs: uhh.... I mean I have one I was meant to start??? that count???

do you get asks: rarely :(

how did you get the idea for your url: um... look it’s been nearly 5 years since then I don’t actually know, but I haven’t changed it once and I’m proud of that. Hell a few people on here used to call me Miss C Lights and I loved that.

i follow: TOO MANY PEOPLE but I love allay’all.

followers: just hit 900 babydoll :D

average hours of sleep: 8, but that’s averaging between 4s and 12s...

lucky number: 3

instruments: I play the violin and am setting out to learn piano

what are you wearing: red docs, black skinny jeans, 1 hp ankle sock and 1 GoT ankle sock, star wars underwear (you asked), stark expo hoody, my glasses and a star trek tee.

dream trip: tokoyo.... hong kong... thailand... let me travel dammit!! I’ve been to Paris, Crete, Barcelona and Melbourne. I need moooore.

significant other: lmao, I wish. I gotta be better mentally and then I gotta find someone to put up with my sorry ass... volunteers welcome. even for a friend.

last book i read: uh... if we discount fic, I recently bought The Land of Stories (and it’s good, actually)

top three fictional universes: because this is a universe thing and not a fandom thing I’m gonna be picky and say; Earth-3940 [Marvel] because my OTP is 100% c a n o n, cinematic HTTYD because while I love the books, i adore the films more, and then... huh, probably still fucking Hogwarts, despite it’s many problems.

tagging: @kiernaserea, @ishipallthings, @twixremix, @itsallavengers, @dayzor, and @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars

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thorne93 · 7 years ago

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Unexpected Guest (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)...

Word Count: 3940

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift...Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

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A week later, September 5th - today was the day. The big day. The It premiere. Everyone was counting on you. Without you and your food, the after party would be a disaster. The after party for a movie this monumental was crucial. Just because you didn’t watch film, didn’t mean you didn’t know which movies were top butch and got major publicity.

You’d been running around all day like a chicken with your head cut off, helping the chefs prepare the meals, working with the staff to ensure you had enough cutlery and flatware, going over the amount of champagne again, counting glasses as well as everything else. You weren't a bad boss, or at least you weren’t told you were. Everyone you’d hired had stayed with you for the past two years. But on days like today, you were high strung and you had a reputation to get to the point, or in other words, be short and bitchy to everyone. You had a large, expensive, reputable audience to feed. It wasn’t so much about who they were, but who they knew. You’d worked hard to make your business one of the top choices for LA’s most elite, which meant tonight could help continue to push that in the right direction, or it could crash your business. These folks didn’t like your food? That meant their friends, their parties, their weddings, their premieres, their sets...would be a thing of the past.

So you worked like a madwoman around your restaurant, double checking everything.

Yet, even with everything on the brain for you, the mystery man was still in your head. You couldn’t help but wonder what his name was, wonder what he did on set, wonder how he knew Nicholas, or wonder how he knew you, yet you couldn’t place him. He didn’t look familiar at all. Regardless of whether or not he looked familiar, he was downright gorgeous and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You even dreamed of him twice this week.

It seemed you weren’t the only person who noticed. Ida had been snapping you out of your thoughts all week, telling you to come back down to earth. She inquired about it repeatedly, and she let it go after a while when you kept telling her you were just busy. Now, you were wondering (and slightly hoping) if you’d see him tonight, even if that did make you sound like the world’s sleaziest fiance. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t asking you to do something for them.

The time had come for you all to move the goods to the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, where the after-party would be held. The staff moved quickly, and for tonight you had doubled up on everyone. Showing up three hours early so that the staff could place all flatware, silverware, and glasses on the sea of tables, then set up the catering tables. Then once that was done, the food needed to be readied to be served. But again, you wouldn’t be serving tonight, simply overseeing the events. Typically, you came because customers seemed to enjoy your presence there. Knowing that you were there to make sure their request were carried out as expected put clients at ease most of the time. It seemed to make them relax knowing that if something went wrong, you weren’t a phone call away, you were right there, ready to deal with anything.

As the staff moved everything into the vans, you grabbed your goods from the car, your dress, heels, makeup, and hair goods. You would get dressed in the ladies lounge at the restaurant, it had a wide, long counter and plenty of chairs and with the staff gone, no one could be in your way. You rushed in there, plugging in all of your tools, picking out the perfect eyeshadow to go with your simple, midnight purple gown. You decided for a dark gray smokey eye with purple accenting it, and a deep color on your lips. It took about an hour for you to perfect your makeup and pile your curled hair into an acceptable updo. When you looked the best you could possibly get, you ran out to your car and dashed over to the hotel, ready to oversee things.

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“Think mystery man will be here tonight?” Ida questioned as she stood close to you while arranging a plate of serving food.

“I don’t know. He said he worked on the crew so I hope so,” you stated.

“You’re playing with fire,” she warned. “Did you tell Jeremy about this guy?”

“Did I tell Jeremy about the guy I talked to for three minutes at a job? No. I didn’t inform him,” you sarcastically remarked.

“I’m just saying,” she retorted as she spun to place the platter in its correct spot, “you might want to ask yourself why you’re so excited to meet this random guy. Seeing a hot guy is one thing. Looking forward to seeing him again, when you’re engaged, is another.”

“It’s nothing,” you assured in a confident voice. “He’s just a guy. Maybe we can be friends,” you offered.

“With benefits?” she teased as she stuck her tongue out at you.

“Get a hold of yourself,” you scolded teasingly.

“So when do I get to see him if he shows up?”

“Never. He’s a friend and I’m not doing this weird exchange of everyone meeting. I just want to find out his name and that’s it. I’ll drop the whole thing,” you explained.

“Sure you will,” she said, not believing a word you were saying. To be frank, you didn’t either. This guy had a mysterious hold on you. You liked him more than you should and you didn’t know the first thing about him. Maybe all it took was for a nice looking guy to notice you had put in effort to look nice one evening, and that was enough to turn your head…

Soon, cast, crew, and guests came filing into the room and they dashed over to the food. But your eyes weren’t on whether or not the guests liked their creepy themed food and cocktails, your eyes were looking for the man who’d been haunting you. Lucky for you, it didn’t take long to find him.

Your breath caught in your throat again as your eyes found him. You saw him long before he saw you, giving you time to drink him in. He was even more dashing than the night at the party. His suit looked phenomenal with a red patterned vest and black suit. He was positively mouthwatering, his hair looking perfect, his eyes were striking as they swept the room. The cast and crew all began talking and clapping him on the back, as well as he was hugging and high fiving everyone else.

He seemed to be busy with the rest of his team so you stopped watching for a while to ensure the food and drink were all going over well. You averted your eyes to your staff when suddenly Stephen King approached the table, making the small part of you that does get awestruck, come alive.

“Is this the same company that catered on set?” he asked as he eyed the table and the food prepared.

“Yes, it is,” you stated, trying to contain your excitement. “It’s Culinary Cabaret.”

“What a delightful name. They have the best food I’ve ever tasted. I’d love to get their number,” he said. “Would you happen to have their business card?”

Nearly squealing with pride, you turned and grabbed your bag, pulling out a business card and handing it to him.

“Thank you so much. I may have a job for this company. Do you work for them?” he questioned.

“I own it,” you informed, trying not to look overly proud. “I’m Y/F/N,” you introduced as you shook his hand.

“Stephen King,” he said, a smile on his face. “So wonderful to meet you. This is amazing, you should be very proud.”

“Thank you very much. Yes, I know who you are,” you gushed. “I’m a huge fan of your work.”

“Thank you. Always nice to hear. Did you get to see the movie?”

You shook your head and offered a sad smile. “No, sadly, I didn’t.”

“Oh, do you plan on it?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I will. I was otherwise engaged tonight,” you said apologetically, gesturing to the table.

He chuckled. “Quite right. Well you have an amazing evening, Y/N. I’m going to enjoy some of your delicious food.”

You bid each other good night, trying not to have a melt down. You realized you’d nearly been holding your breath and heavily red faced the entire talk. As soon as he was gone, you let your breath out and started to fan yourself when suddenly mystery man appeared.

“You alright?” he asked as you were still fanning yourself, which made your blush rebloom on your face with more heat.

“Uh, if you call talking to one of your favorite authors about your job alright, then yes, I’m peachy,” you said with a laugh and smile, happy that he was finally here in front of you again.

“Ah, you met the master behind the monster,” he noted, looking across the room to King.

“Yes, unexpectedly.”

“I don’t think I caught your name the other night,” he suddenly said.

“Maybe I didn’t want you to,” you noted with a coquettish smile.

“Oh, that’s how we’re gonna play it? Fine, I’m fine with calling you red dress girl,” he noted with an impish shrug and mischievous grin.

You laughed at his face and joke. “Okay, I’ve had some bad nicknames in my time but that takes the cake.”

“Oh you’ve had some bad nicknames? Maybe you should tell me about them, and I can guess your name.”

A small giggle escaped you. “How about I just tell you?” you offered.

“Oh wow, you would grace moi with your name?” he teased with a wink that nearly stopped your heart.

“Only if you seem worthy,” you teased back.

“Well, then why don’t I grab some of this delicious food and we can find a table and see if I’m worthy of the prize?” he offered, gesturing to the spread before him.

“Sounds like a plan.”

He grabbed a plate, but you declined, stating you weren’t all that hungry, which wasn’t a lie. When your anxiety spiked, you had trouble eating, so you opted for a drink and followed him to a table in the far corner of the event hall.

“So how was the premiere?” you asked. “You did get to go, right?” you wondered, hoping he was invited.

“Yeah, yeah I did. It was...good. The movie was better than I expected,” he stated, a slight smile on his face as he nodded in contemplation.

“Oh I’m glad.”

“Did you get to see it?”

“No, but I might see it when it comes out. Maybe. I’m not sure. Pennywise scared the crap out of me on set so, we’ll see,” you said with a small laugh, recalling the clown that stared at you.

“Oh he scared you did he?” your new friend teased as he looked at you.

“Yeah he did, okay? I’m pretty easy to scare,” you noted confidently. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Your friend raised his hands in surrender. “You’re right. Fair enough.” He continued to eat before asking, “So, you’re the caterer, huh? How did that start?”

You shrugged. “I’m not really all that sure. I was at UCLA for English. I wanted to teach or maybe work in publishing but after I graduated, I realized I wanted to do something different. I started to notice I was baking for study groups and spending time every night playing around with recipes. Eventually, I realized that cooking and baking gave me more joy than doing the English thing.”

“Wait, so you went ahead and graduated with the one degree?” he asked, slightly perplexed. It was an alien feeling having someone this interested in your life. Jeremy never asked about anything. Granted, you’d known each other since senior year in college, but...he never wondered about your new or old aspirations or dreams. He didn’t even know what your current dreams were.

“Well, yeah,” you answered. “I had already come so far. I wanted to see it through, see if I would change my mind. After graduation, I didn’t. So I set out to go to culinary school....I graduated from there with the highest marks and...the rest is history.”

He eyed you for a moment, a look of amazement plastered on his face before he went back to poking his food with his fork. “That’s pretty inspiring.”

“Nah,” you said, brushing it off. You never really knew how to take compliments. “It’s just some kid not knowing what she wants to do with her life.”

“Seems like you’ve figured it out,” he noted with a complimentary smile, raising his fork with food as a gesture.

“Yeah, so far it seems to be working out. I just hope this isn’t some sort of high that I end up crashing,” you confessed and you were flabbergasted at our boldness. You typically didn’t share a lot with anyone, let alone a complete stranger, but again, Jeremy never asked you about these sorts of things so it was nice to share it.

“Keep making food like this and it won’t just be a wave you’re riding.”

You blushed, nodded, and thanked him. You let him eat while you sipped your drink and things grew quiet between you two for a moment before the music in the room had changed slightly. Your friend’s eyes flashed to the dancefloor where several bodies were moving and having a good time. Your eyes traveled to the same spot and you felt a pang of envy. You’d missed dancing so much, you always had so much fun when you did it.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand that had long, slender fingers. You’d remembered those hands from the moment that he had ever so sexily held that cigarette to his pouting lips.

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure,” you started.

A small frown came to his face as he wondered, “Do you not like to dance?”

“No, I love it. It's just...It’s been so long, I’m not sure I could. Jeremy hasn’t taken me dancing in so long. I’m probably a bit rusty,” you stated and you realized you hadn’t mentioned him once, or that you were even with anyone. Not only that, but you remembered how little Jeremy did take you out, let alone dancing. In fact, the last time you two went on a date was over eight months ago...

“Jeremy…? That a boyfriend?” he questioned, an unusual tone in his voice. You couldn’t quite peg what it was--anger? Curiousity? Jealousy?

“Fiance,” you stated with a small nod.

“A fiance who doesn’t take his betrothed dancing? That’s a shame. If you were mine, I’d have you on the dance floor every night you wished,” he vowed with an intense gaze that spellbound you again, inhibiting you from moving or speaking. “So, what do you say?” he offered again.

“I’m not sure you want someone that hasn’t danced in forever out there. It could be a disaster.”

“I’m not here for a dance competition, Red Dress, I just want to dance with a beautiful woman.”

Your ever-present blush revitalized at his words as you gave a slight bob of your head and the two of you stood up as he took your hand, the sensation nearly sending a shockwave through you. He led you through the tables and bustling and talking people as the music played loudly over the speakers.

As soon as you two found an open spot on the dancefloor, he pulled you out to twirl you in and your muscle memory kicked in and your feet glided as if they were on tracks. He curled you into him and then flung you out, he grabbed both of your hands and swung you all about. He was the best lead dancer you’d ever danced with. For the most part you two stuck to a swing-style of dance to match the tempo of the music. A couple of times he switched it up and changed to the foxtrot.

“So this fiance, he doesn’t take you dancing,” your partner said over the music. “What about other social events?”

Without thinking, you let out a sharp laugh. “No, not at all. The only social events I get are this. Work events.”

“Does he work a lot? Is that why he doesn't get to take you anywhere?” he wondered as he held his arm up while you spun underneath it.

“Sort of. He’s always working on his music so I get it if he doesn’t have a lot of spare time. Plus he has a regular, full time job. So between those two things…” you explained, letting the idea drift off. You knew he worked too and had dreams just like you did, and you didn’t typically bother him with dates or romantic things.

“Oh, so he’s a musician?” he questioned.

“Yeah, sort of. He’s the lead singer and guitarist for Kids of Mayhem. I don’t know if you’ve heard of them or…”

Nodding, thinking of the name, he said, “Maybe once or twice, yeah.”

“Yeah they had a few hits on the radio there for a while so they’re working on a new album,” you informed.

“I see. So what about you? You have a busy fiance who doesn’t get to take you out, so what do you do in your spare time?”

You grinned at his absurd idea of spare time. “Well if I get any spare time, I still like reading, yoga, relaxing. Exercising if I get the chance.”

An amused smile popped on his face before twirling you then bringing you back to him, face to face and chest to chest. The proximity was the closest you’d been with him and it frankly made you a little woozy.

“What?” you wondered with a small smile.

“Nothing. I just...I typically hear things from people like they like to binge TV or movies. Do you not do that?”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t. Not usually. I just feel like if I have free time it should be spent doing something other than watching a screen.”

He laughed lightly then suppressed it.

“What now?” you asked, feigning annoyance, but it came out playfully.

“It’s just refreshing,” he commented, looking down at you with a gentle gleam in his eye that made you melt.

The music had switched to a slow song and you hardly noticed how his hand had gone from resting on your waist to slipping down onto the back of your hip. The two of you continued to sway to the music, the quiet between you was oddly comforting and calming.

You found it humorous you still didn’t know this man's name, yet you were having a blast with him. It’d been so long since you went out and just had fun. You and Ida would catch drinks once in awhile after work but typically that was a glass of wine then you two would head home. No dates with Jeremy, no girl’s night out with Ida, no company outings. You were just entirely too busy for that.

Completely lost in each other, your mind hyperfocused on everywhere he was touching you and how your head rested on his chest, you didn’t notice when a man came up to both of you.

“Hey, Bill, they want you over at karaoke,” the voice interrupted, causing you to to pull apart.

“Oh, um,” he started, looking down at you, his hands still holding your hand and hip. His eyes made it look like he was asking permission. You slightly, begrudgingly pulled away.

“No, it’s fine. Go ahead. I’ve got to check on my team,” you assured with a polite smile and nod as you looked between your gorgeous friend and his dashing friend.

“Who do we have here?” the friend asked as he peered at you.

“You know, I’m not really sure. She refuses to give me her name,” Bill stated. You knew his name, so now you had the upper hand.

His friend’s gaze danced from Bill back to you. “Is that so?”

You laughed and grinned, nodding at him.

“Well, Red Dress,” Bill started, slightly bowing then gesturing to his friend, “This is Alexander, my brother. Alexander this is Red Dress,” he introduced. Brothers? That explains the knock out good looks on both of them.

Alexander took your hand and shook it gently. “So nice to meet you, Red Dress,” he said with a teasing smile.

“I’m Y/N,” you politely corrected, your eyes flashing to Bill’s for a moment, a small, mischievous grin playing at your lips.

“So lovely to meet you,” he repeated. “Bill? They’re waiting.”

Bill’s eyes never left yours as he answered his brother. “I’ll be right there.”

“Great. I’ll let them know.” With that, he disappeared into the crowd.

“So you’ll tell my brother, but not me?” he inquired. “What made him worthy?”

“It wasn’t so much him, as it was to watch you squirm to come up with a name,” you informed with a quirk of the eyebrows.

“Clever,” he responded with an appreciative smile. “Well, Y/N, I’m going to go karaoke. I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe,” you answered.

“I’ll take it.”

He then turned away from you and worked his way through the people to the karaoke stage while you went back to the catering area.

“Where have you been all night?” Ida questioned.

“I was with tall, pale, and gorgeous,” you explained.

“Still don’t know his name?”

“No, I actually just found out,” you answered.

“So what is it?”

“Bill…” you stated, your eyes on him from across the room as he got up to do the song.

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The night drew to a close as many people had left, only leaving around fifty or so in the large event hall. Your team was already cleaning up and you were going over your checklist and asking each staff member if they’d completed the expected task. Suddenly, Bill showed up at the table.

“Hey, uh, I’m probably going to head out, but I wanted to know if I could...well...if I could get your number?” he asked, half-nervous.

You were about to immediately say yes, but somewhere inside you the voice of reason spoke. You knew you were just using this guy as a distraction from your problems with Jeremy. As fun and handsome as Bill was, Jeremy didn’t deserve you flirting with random guys.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” you honestly replied after a while.

“Just as friends?” he offered in an innocent tone with a face to match.

“Yeah...even then,” you remarked, feeling bad for having to decline, but you knew if you started to flirt more with this guy, it would just be disaster for you and Jeremy. You two had some things you needed to sort out and talk about and fix, and that couldn’t be done with Mr. Gorgeous intervening.

He reached in his pocket, pulled out a napkin, and handed it to you. “Well here’s my number in case you change your mind and want a dance partner.”

You took the napkin, your eyes lingering on it a long time before flashing up to his. “Thanks. I’ll let you know.”

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