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Poolverine fics rec' ✨

Yes, FINALLY.

So, basically what the title said: some poolverine's fics recommendation because i have nearly 100 bookmarks and sharing is caring so let's go!

I'll put title, link, tag the author (if they are on tumblr), numbers of words & chapters and probably silly summary or thoughts

I'll be adding some in the future with a red exclamation❗

The one without smut have a bunny emoji 🐰

My faves are on top

If you have some recs i'm happy to take them thank you 🤲

Faves

Come Hell or High Water by @farmhandler 84k, 11 ch. || love when a fic take mental health seriously and talk about it in a way that feel so right? (bonus the smut is *chef's kiss*

Promise Me We'll Be Back In Time by @back4destiel 108k, 17 ch. || 50 First Dates was one of my favorite movie when i was a preteen (yeah) so this fic fill me with nostalgia and happiness

where soul meets body by @edgebug 33k, 3 ch. || one of my first poolverine's fic and it sets the bar so HIGH (and tbh i cried so much reading it, it's concerning)

silence is what i do best (but still i hear it all) by @cainroses 25k, 3 ch. || feral! logan is very dear to me and the character's voices in it?? absolutely delightful (beware the smut is very good but spicy)

Until you get sick of me, honestly by @3koboldsinahoodie 121k, 23ch. (on going) || i love it so much i want to forget it and discovers it again, the peak of two idiots in love it's beautiful

whoever makes my baby cry (is gonna lose some teeth tonight) by @wickedscribbles 16k, 4 ch. || love some genderplay, bottom and protective logan, my dear, i love it but most importantly the writings is scrumptious

The Void by @rovingotter 115k, 23 ch. || i'm still trying to process what i feel with this fic, please please read this blindly and i assure you, you'll never be the same

The Soundtrack by @greatsnakestintin 39k, 14 ch. (on going) || love a good road trip fic, love music so it's absolutely perfect for me! and the plot is so?? fascinating???

Kaleidoscope by Space_wanderer 79k, 14 ch. || CHAPPELL ROAN REFERENCE! when Logan is such a idiot Wade need to go get him AGAIN in his universe

Don't you want me to run? by @decaying-lover 62k, 19 ch. (on going) || if you love angst, this fic will serve you ANGST! love their dynamics, the tension, their voices, everything

On going

Somewhere I belong by @terrasilvershade 24k, 6ch. || another girls dad AU but this one, my god!!! the feels?? it's so interesting to see Logan being envious and it's writing so well

Baby(girl) Don't Hurt Me by @peargreen-jellybean 16k, series with 4 works || 4 fics and i love them all! some good poolverine pining & domestic bliss + men in lingeries (my weakness)

In Another Life by @flash-bastardd 32k, 10 ch. || x-men origins but better! (bc it's gay) i have some feelings with this movie but this fic healed me and i love it!

call me when you’re ready to be real by @maroonmused 23k, 9 ch. || "and they were roommates" ofc like it's not absolutely obvious for EVERYONE except themself; a very good domestic bliss!

Don't Want To Be A Fool For You by @cuntylogan 45k, 2 ch. || bartender! logan who try to fight his addiction (and slowly fall in love) has a special place in my heart, you go boy

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by @fictionfeast 42k, 3 ch. || this fic feels like a fever dream, but a OH SO GOOD and well writing fever dream! (ngl as a french person Craig List scares me)

❗🐰 Christmas in Canada by @thatoneartyishperson 7k, 3 ch. || listen, Halloween is still my favorite holidays but Poolverine AU Hallmark Christmas Movies ? URGH i'm here for it!!

❗Synergy and Entropy by @artemis-pendragon 32k, 13 ch. || i was so sure that i'd put this fic here but no??? anyways, the hurt and angst in this fic are so astronomically good, so beware

❗🐰 make me into something sweet by @mothgardens 30k, 8 ch. || AU poolverine WITH MUSICAL CLASS? it's... it's beautiful! particularly love the dynamic between Logan and Wade in this one

Complete

🐰 the dollhouse by @kanashikute 4k, OS || love the fluffiness in this fic, love how Logan accept to love, be loved and doesn't left Wade behind UGH they're so cute in this one!!!

Girl Dads by @starburstsobsessions 40k, 16 ch. || AU poolverine's fic are fire and this one, THIS ONE, omg! this fic makes my dream (aka seeing dilf! logan) a reality

🐰 Glass Shards by greaserbabes 9k, 2 ch. || always love when Logan and Wade are SO STUPIDLY in love; ngl the scene with the glass shards make me cry every time

❗You Should Feel My Nature Too by sterlingstars 10k, OS || so uh, i love stripper! Wade okay? it's not really that with this one but it's as good AND wholesome (and spicy too) so yeah

🐰 The Folly Of Playing Gay Chicken Too Hard (Phrasing) by GayLord3000 3k, OS || the domestic fic where Wade is the stupid one, being so stupid in fact it's nearly cost him his relationship with Logan whoops

Love shot by lillygoeson 28k, 6ch. || another bartender! logan one, but AU no powers AND with a good "twist" in the middle; this fic is so bittersweet and good oml

look at you by @weedwilson 3k, OS || yes it's shameless smut and mirror sex, my beloved... and I LOVE when Logan worshipping Wade this much bc he deserves it

It's Just Chemistry by @farmhandler 37k, 5 ch. || in the same universe of Come Hell or High Water, there is so... so much angst but it's very good angst!!! still love this specific dynamic

🐰 We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by @nikaandtea 8k, OS || HOZIER REFERENCE! i'm still so happy when a fic talk about chronic pain combined with domestic bliss i'm totally sold

Night Terrors by educatedwish 50k, 13 ch. || love how Logan is written is this fic, how PTSD messed with his feelings in a serious way... my heart melt everytime i read it

second nature to me now by @edgebug 36k, OS || a investigation in a gay club??? with my two idiots in love?? and with old gay Logan? i giggled so hard reading this, i LOVE IT

🐰 It Feels Like Home by @twentyghosts 10k, 6 ch. || one of my favorite trope is the 5+1 and this one... my god, right in the feels! so much fluffiness, coziness, it warm my heart

❗a loaded gun, can't contain this anymore (i'm all yours, i've got no control) by @obihoebikenobi 6k, OS || i have nothing to say other than read the tag hehe! but yeah love the concept, the smut is spicy (always like some focus on the claws)

🐰 stuck by the glue (oh and you) by prngslvr 3k, OS || a good rewriting of (some scenes) from DP&W, and one of my first fluff and non-smut fic that i read after watching the movie!

Let Me Get Back to You by ratflavored 14k, 2 ch. || pls i want to read more fics with phone sex in it (i know it's specific) but in the meantime, this one is SO good (and full of feels too)

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by signifier 10k, OS || i have a thing for time loop and this kind of fuckery, it's short but good and i love the title it make me chuckles

🐰 Take Me Through the Darkness to the Break of the Day by The_Colour_Yellow 17k, 10 ch. || a very good fic around hanahaki disease with my two favorites idiots??? sign me in! even with so much hurt and angst UGH

Oh, God, I Think I'm Fallin' by @slut-arc 15k, 5 ch. || the return of domestic poolverine and YES I KNOW but it's my weakness... and Logan is so emotionally constipated it's concerning

❗🐰 Little Reflection by @wickedscribbles 11k, 5ch. || poolverine + cute cat + Logan suffering from anxiety and i'm sold! because ofc Logan is a true and pure cat (and dog) dad

the bucket list by @kanashikute 33k, 4 ch. || read this one, please, really, it's so bittersweet BUT i promise there's a good ending (and i cried so much while reading it)

🐰 he’s the headlights, I’m the deer by NatalieK 7k, OS || it's interesting to see Logan's losing his healing factor for once instead of Wade! and seeing Wade taking care of him, my heart

❗when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? by @slut-for-a-good-latte 5k, OS || one of my favorite thing with poolverine is psychic/quantum thingy bond because of the Time Ripper and this one DELIVERS!!

🐰 holding out for a hero by @splinnters 6k, 3 ch. || once again, i have a soft spot for Logan trusting Wade so much he called him when something is wrong and this, THIS is good

🐰 I've got some color back (he thinks so too) by @mid13s 3k, OS || just a short fic with non-sexual intimacy because these two need comfort, hugs and a lot of affection (and the Hozier reference is chef's kiss)

❗who are you, really? by @edgebug 45k, 4 ch. || the sequel of where soul meets body and it's also an absolutely masterpiece! and still trying to process my feelings for this fic

[cryiling]

Hi, crow! How are you doing? 😁

for the ship ask game: revalink (hehe), botw/totk zelink, and miphlink (i think that’s the correct ship name??)

(ask game from here)

omg hi iri!!! I'm doing well hru? imyy thank you for the ask 🥺🫶

revalink - ship

what made you ship it?

last february i was going through my zelda phase again and i was looking for fics to read. previously i had read a lot of sidlink fics so I was looking for something new, and I decided to check out revalink fics and. oh em gee. i got hooked 😭

I remember insisting I only liked it ironically but 💀 look where I am now. #1 revalink shipper oopsies 🤭 their dynamic really stood out to me, I've shipped a lot of rivals to lovers before so I guess once I started to consider it revalink just made sense to me. also revalink fics are devastatingly good, like there's a couple that I reread religiously 😫

what are your favorite things about the ship?

omg I LOVE THIS QUESTIONNN. saurr many things like. I mentioned it already but I love their dynamic, especially when you start to analyze it beyond the surface level. I love headcanons about why revali lashes out at link in the first place, especially in relation to the champion's ballad dlc and how revali's diary reveals that he's just really insecure about himself. I think they're such good character foils to each other and that makes their interactions, both as rivals and as lovers, so much richer than some of the other ships in the game. their relationship is so open to interpretation and that makes it one of the most satisfying ships to make content for SHFJDBF

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

hmm not that I can think of! i post a lot of headcanons and stuff but I don't think they've ever been unpopular, maybe just unique. like my all the president's men au 💀 i still think abt that sometimes LOL

botw/totk zelink - don't ship

why don't you ship it?

aghhh ok ok hear me out. i don't ship them romantically BUT i do think they are peak queerplatonic vibes. it's just, the idea of knight x princess already feels like a weird dynamic to me, like I'm not a huge fan idk? ughh idk how to explain it. to me I've always preferred them to have more of a sibling dynamic. urgh I know I said hear me out but I'm not explaining it well. the voices told me not to ship it idk

what would have made you like it?

ok tbh I think zelink is cute in like every other game! just not these two 😭 so I guess if you put the two characters in literally any other game I would like them? aghhhh idk what it is about this one that makes me not want to ship it!! maybe in this game if they had a different backstory I would have shipped it. but tee bee ache link was so unhappy as a knight that I'm rooting for him to leave the whole royalty system behind and go live in the woods with his bird boyfriend idk 😭

despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I literally think zelink makes the most sense as a ship, they're soulmates and they would go to the ends of the earth for each other, I'm sorry I feel so bad for not shipping them 😭 BUT on the other hand, I think all that can be true without having to be romantic yk? that's why I think they're a really good queerplatonic couple, they understand each other like no one else could, they always look out for each other and they can't imagine not being in the other's life. it's just not romantic. aughh I think they have such a good relationship but just not romantically 😣 maybe it's bc I'm also aspec

miphlink - don't ship

why don't you ship it?

I feel really bad but like mipha's crush was so clearly one-sided 😭 it's weird bc my absolute favorite trope is childhood friends to lovers, and they check the childhood friends box, but the ship just feels too vanilla/basic to me. I do think they're besties tho, because since they grew up together they'll be super close and know each other very well. but imo link doesn't see her like that and mipha eventually moves on

what would have made you like it?

I think a.) mipha's character should have been fleshed out more because she felt so one-dimensional and it kind of bothered me, her character had so much more potential and I love seeing fanon version of her where she actually has a personality. and b.) if there was a little more pining on both link's and mipha's parts. the best part of childhood friends to lovers is the pining!!

despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I love mipha and I love link and I think they'll always look out for each other and be besties forever!! the end 😽

[dreamlandreader]

Foolish Fire Chapter Five - A Charming Beast

The time has come for the final chapter of your gift to be released @popjunkie42-blog 💖 I’m so happy that you now have your entire gift out in the world, but I am also a little sad that it’s finished as I’ve had such a wonderful time getting to know you and it has been my greatest pleasure getting to write for you.

Thank you so much to the organisers of @acotargiftexchange - this event has been an absolute joy to be involved in and you must have worked so incredibly hard behind the scenes to ensure that it all ran smoothly. It’s such a fabulous way for people in the fandom to connect with others and I hope you know how brilliant you are!

You can find the masterlist here, or read this fic on ao3 here

Content warnings - Suggestive language

Rhys woke to the early morning sunlight breaking through the trees. He was freezing cold with pins and needles in his left arm, which was trapped under Feyre’s head. Sleeping naked under the stars seemed like a brilliant idea until now, when his lack of clothing meant that several sharp stones were digging into his bare ass cheek.

Feyre sighed between gentle snores and nestled herself further into Rhysand’s embrace, crushing his arm in the process, but he didn’t care. He savoured every moment with his wife, especially these moments when it was just the two of them curled up together.

Rhysand knew he would never complain about early mornings again. Not when he got to wake to his mate sleeping soundly, a smile gracing her peaceful face. Not when she woke up first, and he opened his eyes to hers, taking in every inch of him. Like she truly saw him for what he was and loved him, not in spite of that but because of it. Not on the mornings when their beautiful son would squeeze his tiny body between them and chatter away giddily.

Rhysand kissed Feyre’s forehead, smoothing her hair out of her face with his free hand, and began to wake her up slowly. Early in their relationship, he had learnt that Feyre did not take kindly to being awoken abruptly.

“Wake up darling, the sun is coming up. We should start moving again and try to find our way out back to the camp before the others start to panic,”

What Rhysand was not aware of, though, was that it was already too late.

Nesta woke to the image of Elain bursting through the flaps to her tent, delicate hands covering her eyes.

"Wake up! Nesta, get up!" she shouted at a level far too impolite for this hour in the morning.

"For cauldron's sake, Elain, go away," Cassian mumbled, his face planted so far into his pillow that Nesta was slightly concerned he might suffocate.

"I will not go away, Cassian. Get your lazy asses out of this tent immediately before I damn well drag you out!" Elain shrieked, her voice several octaves higher than usual. The urgency in her tone caused a terrible sinking feeling in Nesta's gut as she sat up and took in her sister, Cassian, not far behind her.

"Elain, what's wrong?" Nesta asked softly.

"And why are you covering your eyes?" Cassian added.

"I'm … well, I … urgh", she stumbled, slightly uncovering her eyes and peaking until she knew it was safe.

"Feyre and Rhysand are missing! I came here to wake you up so we could try to find them. But I was concerned I would walk in on your mid-morning activity again," she grimaced, remembering a particularly unwelcome memory from a few months prior.

"Gods, Elain, it was one time!" Nesta moaned, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, and the memory of Cassian spread eagle still hasn't left either mine or Lucien's brain, thank you very much,"

"I am a sight to behold," Cassian smirked, winking at Elain, who blushed furiously.

"Oh, Mother, spare me; we aren't talking about Cassian's manhood again, are we, sweetheart? I thought we swore never to discuss it again," Lucien drawled as he climbed through the tent flaps and hooked his arm around his mate's waist.

"Can we please get back to the matter at hand," Elain sighed, throwing Nesta a desperate look.

"They'll probably just be off somewhere having sex in the woods," Nesta said, trying to calm the worry that was rising in herself, never mind Elain. "I thought so too when I first noticed them missing 4 hours ago when I got up to use the bathroom and noticed their tent flaps still open. However, I just went to see if Feyre wanted a cup of spearmint tea, and their tent is still empty. In fact, it doesn't even look as though they've been in there at all,"

"Maybe they've just winnowed home. You know Rhys, he loves his home comforts. They probably just thought they could sneakily sleep in their own bed and then slip back this morning, and nobody would notice," Cassian guessed, knowing his brother had spent most of the previous day whining.

"No. Something has happened. I know it!" Elain insisted, and Nesta couldn't shake the feeling that she was right.

"How about we give it a couple of hours, stay here and wait for them to turn up? If they still aren't back by then, we can start to look for them properly," Lucien suggested, the warmth in his eyes soothing the fear in Elain's heart.

"Okay, I guess. As long as we go as soon as those two hours are up," she agreed.

"I promise. Why don't we go and drink some of that tea? It might help to calm our nerves?" Lucien asked, leading Elain out of the tent with a nod to Nesta and Cassian.

"They'll be okay, Nesta," Cassian said, gripping her hand in his own, able to read the silent panic she radiated through the bond.

"Yeah, I know", she answered, but her concern still remained.

Feyre and Rhysand, now dressed again in their dirty and bloodstained clothes, began their journey once more, trundling through the forest, hoping to find their way back to their family.

"I wish we knew where the hell we were going, Rhys," Feyre grumbled as they walked through thousands of identical russet-coloured trees.

"We just need to keep walking. We'll come to something we recognise eventually,"

Before Feyre could respond, a small yelp echoed in the distance, and she immediately stopped in her tracks, her attention now focused on the small creature in obvious distress.

"Feyre, no. It could easily be another trick," Rhysand said, knowing exactly what his selfless wife was thinking Rhys.

Another yelp rang out.

"But it sounds like it is scared, Rhys, we can't just leave it!"

"Darling, it's likely just another creature trying to separate and kill us. We can't take that risk so soon after last night," Rhysand begged, praying to the Gods she would drop the subject and continue walking.

Rhys took a single step forward before one more yelp penetrated the frigid silence of the woods, and he turned to his mate, knowing this fight was already lost.

"Fine," Rhys said, turning to look at Feyre, who stared back with hope in her eyes. "Let's just be very careful. Neither of us has enough power back from the faebane yet to be able to defend ourselves sufficiently. We can't just go barging in there,"

Following the noise, it became apparent that the distressed animal was not alone. As Feyre and Rhys approached, a deep, rumbling voice sounded out with laughter so loud that Feyre was surprised she didn't feel the ground shake beneath her feet.

Looking through the trees, the couple could see a gigantic beast whose legs were as thick as tree trunks and who towered over everything in its wake. In the centre of the creature's face was a single dark green eye, and in its fist was an animal so small that from their angle, neither Feyre nor Rhys could figure out what it was.

“A cyclops,” Rhys whispered, having recognised the larger creature from brief encounters in his past when rogue individuals had wandered into some of the nearby Night Court villages and caused utter chaos.

The tiny animal in its grasp let out a short howl, and the cyclops laughed again, dangling the little black bundle from its hind legs and swinging it back and forth over its open mouth.

“He’s teasing it,” Feyre fumed, enraged with the creature’s cruelty, before storming up to the monster, hands clenched by her side and giving it a swift kick.

Rhys stared at Feyre with his mouth wide open as he ran to her side. He was simultaneously annoyed that she didn’t stick to the plan and incredibly impressed by her determination to fight for what she believed was right.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Feyre screeched up at the beast, fury igniting the flames in her eyes.

The creature growled, it’s rancid breath overwhelmingly their fae senses as it peered down upon them with irritation.

“It’s a baby. Leave it alone. Go and fight with something your own size,” Rhys shouted before pulling Feyre back as the Cyclops threw out a leg.

He knew the monster’s size slowed it down significantly. However, its brute strength meant that they would easily be torn to shreds if it managed to snatch either of them in its grasp. The creature glared down at them once more, likely coming to the same conclusion, and smirked.

“Look, the last 24 hours, I have been through hell. I got lost in the woods, had my mind taken over by a creepy ass butterfly, nearly got eaten by a fucking lake monster, witnessed my mate on the brink of death and fought off a demonic psychopath. Oh, and to top it all off, I slept on the forest floor last night, so my back fucking hurts. But trust me, I still will not find you a challenge,” Feyre snarled.

Rhys prepared himself to run from another attempted blow. However, instead of attacking, the creature began to laugh once more, the sound booming so loudly that golden leaves began falling from the trees, showering down around them.

Placing the cowering creature on the floor, the cyclops stepped back, took one more amused glance at Feyre, turned around and stomped away.

"What just happened?" Feyre asked, bemused.

"I think you just defused that entire situation by making him laugh," Rhys replied, just as confused as his wife.

Moving forward, Feyre looked down at the scared animal by her feet, and let out a gasp as not one, or two, but three heads lifted and looked back at her.

Approaching gently, she let the three-headed pup sniff her hand and giggled when three tiny pink tongues began to lick it to thank her for her assistance.

"Where's your Mama," she asked, kneeling to see them closer, her heart melting at the six round eyes that looked back at her. In reply, the pups let out a sad whine, and Feyre knew they were orphaned. Looking up at Rhysand, Feyre and the three-headed dog appeared to all be asking the same question.

"Absolutely not. Our lives are full enough, Feyre. We have a court to run and a toddler, never mind that we'd need to find somewhere to put it. Do you know how big these dogs get!"

Feyre just continued looking at Rhysand, not saying a single word, yet still pleading with him to bring them home.

"Oh gods, fine!" he moaned, "but I, for one, will not be walking it!"

Feyre sprang up, peppering his face with kisses as the puppies let out tiny howls of excitement, their little black tail wagging with glee.

"Come on, we still need to find our way out of here," Rhys sighed.

Suddenly, the three-headed pup, who seemed to have been listening to the entire conversation, began to run, Feyre chasing after them and Rhys hot on their trail. After a few minutes they found themselves nearing a clearing, with three tents sitting in a line, and four worried fae sat around a campfire.

"Where the hell have you been?" Nesta says, hands on her hips, "We were scared to death!"

Scooping the pups into her arms and giving them a grateful squeeze, Feyre replied, "It's a long story," and plonked herself down onto a camp chair.

"We have time," an equally concerned Elain said, looking to Rhys for answers, and so, with one arm around his mate, he began to tell their tale.

[relastelvanni]

Hey handsome! Related to some recents asks, I’ve just noticed i’m starting to lose my hair and it seems to be going pretty quickly. Im in my twenties and go back and forth between complete acceptance or panic and start looking at treatments. I was wondering if you have any tips for overcoming all these feelings now its started and how you stay confident in your sexiness? As much as id like to hang onto it longer, in my weaker moments my main reason for my negative feelings are the external judgements. I think a lot of men would feel better about it if they knew it wasnt a point of conversation for others around them

Hi anon, thank you very much for reaching out, I'm more than happy to help! I went through the exact same struggle so I hope I can help!

I noticed my hair starting to thin in my early twenties. My hairline receded and I had a bit of a widow's peak. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but I did start to get self-conscious. When I got haircuts (once a month), I felt good, but after a week or two, I just felt scruffy. It got to a point in early 2018 when someone took this photo of me (below left), and I just hated how I looked. My hair looked flat and awful. That was when I made my decision. Within a couple weeks, I had my first head shave. I went for a number 2 buzz, and instantly felt a lot better (below right).

I kept that up for a wee while, again getting it cut back every month. I eventually started to go shorter and shorter though as I was beginning to feel scruffy. Despite not going full head shave, I noticed by hair getting thinner and thinner to the point where you could see my scalp shining under bright lights quite clearly (below).

I was beginning to get that scruffy feeling again where I just wasn't happy with how it looked.

That's when I decided to one day just take my razor and shave it all off. And do you know what? I really don't regret it at all. What I regret is not doing it sooner! I spent a full year or two with the scruffy "bum-fluff" hair above where it wasn't quite there and it wasn't quite gone. Now I shave my head right back every week and it makes so much difference!

One key difference for me was me realising the difference between balding and being bald. For me, looking like I'm balding is worse than being bald. Being bald for me is a choice I do every week and it means my hair is under control and it doesn't look scruffy or messy anymore. Balding where the hair tries to grow but can't because the hairline has receded or thinned and it looks uncontrolled in my eyes. Quite often balding also ages you more than being bald. So if I were to go back, I'd tell myself to bite the bullet and shave it all off sooner - it would make looking back at photos better! I am so much more confident now being bald. And to your point about other people's thoughts:

Who cares! Don't base your confidence on other people's opinions, it's you that has to feel happy about it. It's no one else's choice.

I often forget I'm bald, weird as it's to say. I remember I'm bald usually when I'm making bald puns (friend: urgh don't you hate it when your hair does X? Me: yeah 😎)

No one has really drawn attention to me being bald, only to say that it suits me. If anything, most people that notice are people who want to ask me for advice.

I do get moments where I do miss having hair - the photo below left in particular hits me every now and then. But as a person, I'm quite... I don't know how to describe it... I don't like dwelling on what could have been because there's no point. What's done is done and there's no changing the past. The fact I was going bald was inevitable so just act to control it now rather than wait for my hair never to come back. So I look to the future and build up my confidence being big, bald, bearded but beautiful. It takes time to get used to, but you'll get there.

And also telling myself and believing in myself that whilst I definitely was cute and adorable with hair, I'm still handsome and sexy without it - it's just a different era.

I hope that helps somewhat! Please get in touch if you have any questions and good luck with any decision you make!

[eolewyn1010]

Back to rewatching Tatort München? Betcha!

So, since I've been talking with both @fanpersoningfox and @xxdreamiiloeyxx about "Am Ende des Flurs" recently, I thought I'd bring it up as a discussion topic because... I take issues. Mind spoilers for this episode as you go.

This episode caught a bit of upset at its initial release because it ends with one of our Kriminalhaupkommissare getting stabbed in the back. And everyone was like, "ooohh, but will he survive it???" Which he did, obv, and to be honest, the cliffhanger wouldn't have bothered me much anyway. It would have been fucking annoying if Franz would have died this way, but for other reasons. Down into this shithole of an episode that got some very impressed critics and left me more than a little put-off.

They make this whole big deal out of the dead lady, Lisa, having been Franz' girlfriend, one he was really serious about, and yet he didn't know that she was a prostitute. That's the absolute worst, you know. That she was a sex worker. That his lovely, golden-haired, perfect angel did dirty sex work.

Not, you know, that she wasn't honest with him.

Not that she aborted his baby without communicating it to him. (No, I'm not saying she should have had the child if she didn't want it. I'm saying he had a right to know that it existed and there was ever a decision for her to make.)

Not that she'd been pregnant by him, so apparently at some point decided to have unprotected sex with him, still without informing him that she worked as a prostitute. Urgh. That's just the peak of asshole-y irresponsibility.

So, in short, I hate our angelic victim that everyone is just SO taken with and that everyone falls in love with and that everything is revolving around and whose praises even people sing who've only ever met her dead (Mary Sue effect much?), and definitely not because she dared to sleep with more than one person. Fuck your ill-thought out biases, BR. At least be consequential and get to the real issues of this constellation.

Also, everyone is super defensive about Lisa the Angelic. One of her friends gets on Franz' case for letting her down... except it was her who ended the relationship and chose not to see him again. Get your perspectives straight, geez.

Then, the stabby-happy murderer. Is a good old, cliché, psychotic lesbian. Not the first one Tatort München brings up, mind you, and not the last. I'm so fucking tired of it. Problematic queer characters, brought on by your German television. In 2014. Shove it, BR.

The only beam of light I could find in all of this was that Ivo was trying to take care of Franz (I appreciate the moment when he says he's sending Franz to Croatia to stay with his, Ivo's, family for a while because he needs the time-out; nice try), but even that is not going in a satisfying way. Franz ignores him completely, doesn't try to take the help Ivo offers, and at some point, Ivo's just left yelling at the void, so everyone's just pissy all the time and it's not a nice team atmosphere. And where's Franz' brain this episode? I'm sure he sometimes has one. He doesn't have one here, because of this woman. Do I ever so appreciate driving my faves OOC.

Also, this was Kalli's debut episode. Baby boy really would have deserved something better than this mess and the audience begrudging him because they thought he was brought in to replace Franz.

Last but not least, the whole episode feels kinda trippy? There was a lot of dreamy, wishy-washy looking sequences with soft music and melancholic memories and it really didn't feel like it was making a whole lot of sense. Cue the two leading ladies who didn't convince me at all. They were playing kinda affected; it just all seemed very artificial, the mimics and how they delivered their lines.

This episode was bad and it should feel bad. Does feel bad to me, anyway. And this dead lady should have a Mary Sue complex the size of Sweden. Thanks for coming to my brat talk, take a detour to "Gefallene Engel" on your way out if you wanna see a better approach to many of these takes.

[hollowknightheadcanons]

A drabble for Lursday! Underwater au edition

Ghost launched themselves up into the open air of Lemm’s home, quickly reaching their hands out to grab onto the desk. A minute of wild scrambling for a grip passed, and the mer pulled itself closer to the desk, curling their tail out of the water and onto the open space behind them.

  The Knight had tried entering that way once, hauling themselves onto the floor, tail flailing as they unfolded its legs, Lemm got mad at them then because they knocked over some objects and got water everywhere. Speaking of Lemm, where was he? 

  Why was he on the floor? Ghost let out a purr-growl, tilting their head. The otter seemed quite shocked, oh no! Did Ghost scare him? They let their gills droop, but then they shot back up as Lemm pushed himself up

  “Urgh, what did you think you were doing, leaping into my shop and scaring me like that!”

  They froze for a moment, before tremble-laughing, creating a shaky hum, it was please with that sound too. This whole situation was pretty funny to them, although they stopped abruptly when Lemm shot them a glare.

  The relic seeker sighed “I suppose I can forgive you this time, but if you scare me like that again I will kick you out.” Ghost nodded frantically, they understood. “So I assume you brought more relics since you’re here?”

  Relics, relics, relic- oh the objects yes! They have lots! The mer rummaged around in their bag, pulling out a couple of the red shiny ones Lemm liked, and a new one they found, I was smaller, not at all shiny, but it’s pure white, and they found it on a traveler, which is where they usually find the shiny red things so Lemm might like it!

  “Ah, more Hallownests Seals, pass them over and-” He caught sight of the other object they held. “Oh, is that a King’s Idol? I thought I gathered them all up, but it appears you managed to find another one, full of surprises aren’t you. Well you know the drill, hand them over” 

  Ghost dumped the relics onto the table, readjusting his feet hold. They watched as Lemm reached his paw over, presumable to scoop them up and do whatever he does with them. 

  The knight butted their head against Lemm’s paw, this was fun, they decide that they should visit the old otter more often, but now they had to go. They let out another purr-hum before pushing off the desk and diving back into the ocean. They should go visit Tiso next, or Myla, wait no, they hadn’t seen Cloth in a while! It’s decided, and the knight swims off to its next adventure! 

(sadly I don’t have a drawing for this so have this concept art for Ghost mer I drew, and my rambles)

(one last thing, I doubt this is what your Ghost looks like, I just really enjoy the idea of an axolotl themed mer)

So first off, I obviously based Ghost of an axolotl, for two reasons!

1-They tend to be popular in labs, as they have the ability to regrow limbs, and 2- their gills could be interpreted into the vessels horns!

I’d like to think that their “gills” actually are more like antenna, and Ghost just barely ever has to breath

Giving Ghost hinds legs, would give them easier access to land, so areas like Dirtmouth and Crystal peak as well as Howling Cliffs would be more accessible! Aside from that, their legs probably stay folded up, since they don’t actually need them to swim

Ghost can grab things with their feet! So if their in a pickle, they can grab their bag in one foot, and nail in the other, leaving their arms free to paddle

(This is my first time writing Lemm so sorry if I got the character wrong)

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WOWOWOW THIS IS GREAT!!! Thank you so much for writing about the au, AND for concept art for it! Yeah, you are correct that my version of Ghost was different (I was thinking of a black guppy because I think they look cool) but axolotl is also REALLY neat, now I’ll have to decide between the two! I do like the idea of them having legs, since youre right they can have better access to the land places, instead of having to wiggle across the ground.

Eventually one day I will have character designs... but today is not that day. I cant draw humans or mermaids. The most I can do is describe it, haha.

[amiwritesthings]

20 questions

thanks to @untoldblisses for tagging me :)

1. What do you prefer to be called namewise? call me ami, call me nat, idc

2. When is your birthday? november 11th

3. Where do you live? germany

4. Three things you are doing right now? this thing, watching supernatural s09e15, making hearts eyes at the cat

5. Four fandoms that have peaked your interest? urgh, i have feelings about basically everything i watch (which is a lot) but currently Supernatural, Walker (and neither one of those because of jarpad, just for the record), The Rookie, Chicago PD

6. How has the pandemic been treating you? it's pretty much been business as usual, except for the masks. i'm working from home, my family is healthy, i had my first vaccination last week.

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now? BOOTS by HARDY right now, if i could turn back time by luke evans in general because that song has a way of calming my mind in a way i can't even explain, also the ASMR is strong on that one.

8. Recommend a movie. i don't really watch that many movies, i'm more about tv shows buuuut if i had to: anything jason statham, anything fast&furious (don't at me, i literally grew up with those and i will defend them till the day i die) and just for giggles some like it hot because that is a classic and will never not be funny.

9. How old are you? idk lol 32 (i had to actually use a calculator, i am past the age where i want to know how old i am exactly lmao

10. School, university, occupation, other? team leader in an office, it's not glorious

11. Do you prefer heat or cold? cold, i'm good up to like 20°C but i'm better below (except on vaycay, i do hotter on vaycay)

12. Name one fact others may not know about you. i really don't care for french kissing

13. Are you shy? no. i'm a major introvert though and i don't like being around many people because it's super exhausting to me so it often might seem like it?

14. Preferred pronouns? she/her

15. Biggest pet peeves? people getting in my personal space, just no, don't do it, unless i invite you there.

16. What is your favourite “dere” type? i think this is some kind of anime thing, yeah? i couldn't tell you if i wanted to, i really don't do anime.

17. Rate your life from 1-10. 8.

18. What’s your main blog? @amill22

19. List your sideblogs and what they’re used for. none right now, this one and two twitter accounts are enough

20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends? i have feelings about a lot of things, even small things and i latch onto rarepairs like a thirsty vamp

not really into tagging, if you wanna steal, be my guest

[blin53fanfics]

Too Close (1/?)

IDK what to rate this for now. I’ve always had this weird idea in my head about what would happen if enemy ninjas knew Sakura was pregnant with the next Uchiha heir. I’ve always pictured it in my head, so I decided to try and put it into words. I hope you guys like it. 

“We don’t have to go,” Sasuke shifted through their closest slowly looking for his old kimono. “ ,Yes we do. We already said we would,” Sakura scoffed as she finished the bow on her yukata. Tonight was the spring festival in Konoha and Sakura was in dire need to get out of their apartment. For the last eight weeks she had been on bedrest awaiting the final stages of her pregnancy and she was three weeks away from the baby’s birth date. 

“ You really think you should be out in this state?” Sakura rolled her eyes at her husband and bumped him lightly out of the way of their closet. Sasuke had been dragging his feet all day about tonight’s festival, of course they could stay in and enjoy the warmth of their home, but Sakura couldn’t take it anymore, she was ready to be out and see her friends, along with giving Sasuke some much needed space from her swollen belly. She thought she would be the helicopter parent, but so far the papa to be would cling to her everywhere she went. 

“ Here, it was right behind your coat.”

 “ Thank you.” Sasuke shifted into putting on the kimono with the help of his wife. “I promise we won’t stay long. Maybe you could hang out with the guys after. You won’t be so free once the baby is born. ”

 “Hn.” 

“I mean it, let’s have some fun tonight. Promise me you’ll try,” Sakura pulled tightly on his knotted strings and looked into Sasuke’s face awaiting his answer. Kissing her gently, Sasuke smirked, “I’ll try.”

Hand in hand, the couple entered the crowded festival and searched for their friends. “ Over there Anata, I see Hinata’s hair,” Sakura pulled on Sasuke’s hand as she hurried into the crowd. Carefully, Sasuke yanked her back, protecting her from the people around them. 

Exasperated, Sakura pulled his hand again, “C’mon.”

 “Sakura- chan, Sasuke, you made it,” Naruto shouted slapping a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder. 

“ I’m glad you guys came,” Hinata smiled as she waved to greet them both. “ Who’s watching Boruto-kun?” Sakura questioned. Out of the rookie nine, Hinata was the first to get pregnant and had already given birth to a son. He was the spitting image of Naruto and Sakura prayed the boy would smart like Hinata.

 “My father wanted to watch him, so we took him there. How are you doing?”

 “ Urgh, I’m ready to burst, this little guy keeps sitting on my bladder and then when he hears his papa, he won’t stop kicking,” Sakura joked as she rubbed her belly and leaned back into Sasuke’s chest. Sakura looked up to see the unamused face of her husband. She grinned in turn.

 “ So its a boy?” Naruto asked.

 “We don’t know, we wanted to wait and see. But I think it’s a boy,” Sakura stated smiling. “ We don’t care either way.” 

“ Hey Sakura! Look who made it outside!” Sakura turned to the shouting in the distance to see Ino and Sai walking toward them, along with Shikamaru and Temari close behind.

 “Hi Ino,” Sakura replied,” No Inojin?” Sakura looked around for Ino’s child. He was the most recent birth and Ino refused to be parted with him for even a second.

 “This one convinced me to leave him with my mother,” Ino poked Sai’s side, who looked down at her and smiled,”I was beginning to wonder if you loved our baby more than me. Surely, you will be fine for one night.” Ino nodded in turn, gripping his hand.

 “ Of course, we just won’t stay here too long.” Sai internally sighed. 

“ Honestly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about, being pregnant isn’t so bad,” Temari commented. She was just entering her third trimester and so far pregnancy hadn’t changed her. 

“ So are we going to walk around this place or not?”

 “So troublesome,” Shikamaru commented as Temari punched his arm, “C’mon, I want some food.” 

With that the gang ventured through the festival playing games and stopping at food booths. Finally, they group gathered in a clearing a little ways from the festival, finding a place to watch the fireworks. Sakura position herself on the bench and looked up to see the stars. As Sasuke began to sat down to join her, she stopped. “Anata, I’m actually kind of hungry.” 

 “Again?” Sakura nodded, “ Can you get me some Takoyaki with ice cream?” Sasuke’s face went green but he nodded. Beside Sakura, Hinata also called to Naruto, “ Do you think you could get me some ice cream too?”

 “ Uh sure, Hinata, of course,” Naruto followed suit of Sasuke. One by one the remaining girls asked their husbands to get them more food, confused Shikamaru and Sai joined Naruto and Sasuke back to the festival. 

“ Honestly, I thought they would never leave,” Sakura sighed as she relaxed further onto the bench. “If I have to hear Sai claim I love the baby more than him, I am going to punch.” 

“Shikamaru keeps complaining everytime I ask him to do one small thing. I’m sorry but who is carrying his child again, me that’s who.” The girls stopped and looked over at Hinata who blushed. Honestly, Naruto had been good to her since the birth of Boruto. He was kind, caring, and came to her whenever she wanted.

 “Well, Naruto still can’t change a diaper correctly,” Hinata tried and even then it sounded fake.

 “Everytime Sasuke speaks or lets go from holding me this baby kicks, urgh, what I wouldn’t give to have my body be at peace.”

 “I’m just glad he let you come outside. He’s been hovering over you all night,” Ino added shaking her head. 

“We need a night off,” Temari sighed. 

“ And the guys need a night out,” Ino replied. 

“Ladies, you know what I’m thinking?” Temari, Hinata, and Ino looked at Sakura curiously as she told them of her plan. 

The men returned right as the fireworks was starting and together the couples enjoyed the festival watch the sky burst into colorful flames. Sakura yawned and leaned closer to Sasuke as they watched the explosives. “ You ready to head home?” He whisper in her ear. “Not quite,” she sighed and held his hand in hers, glancing around in the crowd. Once the fireworks ended and the crowd cheered a boisterous voice broke through the crowd. “ Oi Naruto, Hinata!” in walked Kiba, Shino, and Lee. “ You guys enjoying the festival?” 

“Kiba, where have you been?” 

“Enjoying my own date of the night!” Kiba smirked.

 “With who Shino and Lee? Interesting,” Naruto concluded which earned him a slap across his head. 

“ No, you Oaf, I was with a girl, but she went home already. I ran into these guys and you all when we were trying to leave.”

 “ Oh.” 

“ So you guys going to the after party?” Kiba grinned. “ After party?” Sakura asked. “ Yeah at Ichiraku’s apparently it’s guys night, what do you say?”  The girls grinned at one another and looked towards the men. “Sure,” Temari shrugged. 

“ Who wouldn’t want to be around a bunch of hot guys all night.” 

“ Ino,” Sai gasped. Ino grinned. “ I’m kidding. I think you and the guys should go though.”

 “ Yeah, when was the last time you guys got to hang out all together. And being on a mission together doesn’t count.” Sakura stated as she looked between Naruto and Sasuke.

 “ I thought you were tired,” Sasuke asked. 

“ I am, but you guys need to have fun. Once the baby is born, who knows when you will all get to be together,” at that Sakura yawned and Sasuke wrapped an arm around her waist protectively. 

“ I’m fine, and I think you all should go.” Sakura looked at all the men and smirk, “ Guys night.” Naruto turned to Hinata, “You ok with this?” Hinata nodded, “I’ll stay at my Dad’s tonight, just be safe ok.” Hinata pecked Naruto’s cheek and smiled at him. Flushed he replied, “ Ok.” 

“I’m still walking you home.” Sasuke stated and Sakura didn’t argue.

In the bushes away from the group of couples, two ex-sound ninjas released their hearing jutsus. 

“ Looks like the Uchiha’s wife will be unattended tonight,” one commented. 

“ And perfect timing too, just when the master has finally perfected her jutsu.” In a flash, the ninjas poofed into dust and disappeared into the night. 

“Mmmhm, promise me you’ll have a good time ok,” Sakura shimmied out of her Yukata and pulled on one of Sasuke’s worn shirts from the drawer. 

“Sakura,” Sasuke warned, she was starting to get on his nerves. He didn’t like leaving her alone and the fact the she was practically kicking him out was starting to annoy him. 

“ What I just want you to have fun?” Sakura smiled innocently.

 “ What is this about? Do you really not want me around?” Sasuke muttered. Maybe her pregnancy hormones were finally being passed onto him Sasuke thought, but continued to glare down at his wife, who laid across their bed. 

“ I just-,” Sasuke raised him eyebrow in caution of what she would say next. 

“Ok fine. Everytime you get near me, the baby starts kicking. Its like he wants to be in your belly and not mine. And he won’t stop unless you hold onto me or he doesn’t sense you for a while. That’s why I would just like to go to bed early without a kicking tantrum, ok...Sorry,” Sakura blushed and covered her head with the pillow embarrassed that even before birth, the baby loved Sasuke more than her. 

“ Sakura,” Sasuke called stepping closer to her side of the bed.

 “ Shhhh!,” Sakura put a finger to Sasuke’s lips and peaked from under the pillow, “ the baby will hear you.” Sasuke rolled his eyes and instead firmly moved the pillow away from Sakura’s face.

 “ What are yo-” Sasuke placed his lips over Sakura’s, teasing her into a calming state. Sakura slowly ran her hands through his dark locks, keeping Sasuke in place. Sasuke in turn rain his hand down Sakura’s face down her neck and slowly toward her chest, when stopped and pulled back from her.

 “ Wouldn’t want to rouse the baby?” Sasuke soothed. Sakura smiled tiredly and nodded, “ No, we wouldn’t. He’s still safely asleep.” Sasuke took a step back from her, fighting the urge to rub soothing circles over his wife’s belly. 

“ Be safe ok,” Sakura cooed, her eyelids drooping heavily.

 “ Call me if you need me,” Sasuke replied leaning back in to kiss her gently before heading out to a bar. 

Once Sasuke disappeared into the shadows, the apartment fell silent and the only breath that was heard was the soft sounds of Sakura breathing. Along the outer windows of the apartment the rogue nins cut through the glass and quietly walked into the master bedroom. A light snored was heard from the pregnant pink woman, but she never stirred. One of the rogue nin was a spinly man who quietly made quick and fast hand signs, concentrating his chakra on his upcoming attack. When the last hand sign was made, Sakura opened her eyes sensing the faint chakra presence as more than a mere dream.   

[mycupoffanfiction]

His Second Chance Part 9

Bucky x Reader

His Second Chance Masterlist

Bucky comes back from Wakanda with Steve, ready to begin his recovery from his days as the Winter Soldier, but there’s one thing he doesn’t take into account - you.

Warnings: Fluff, smutty thoughts, language, a tiny bit of action (if you can even call it that).

Word count: Approx 3000

Masterlist

Bucky becomes more enchanted by the Reader and a small discovery about the Reader is made.

Please don’t hesitate to leave suggestions or thoughts! TAG LISTS ARE OPEN! (Permanent list and His Second Chance list)

IF YOUR TAG ISN’T WORKING PLS MESSAGE OR ASK 💖💖

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“Mornin’ doll.” Bucky peaked into your room through the half open door. “Hey Buck.” You smiled up at him as you pottered about your room in the t-shirt and underwear you’d gone to bed in the previous evening. “I wanted to make up for yesterday.” Bucky started, looking down at his sock clad feet instead of meeting your gaze. “I was an idiot, I acted impulsively.” Bucky scolded himself. You rested your hands on your hips and shook your head. “No, silly, I already forgave you last night.” You pouted a bit. “I still felt bad so- uh I got you- um, I got you something.” Bucky held out a little paper bag. Good, you’re getting better at finishing sentences Barnes, especially around her.

 You looked a little shocked as you walked up to Bucky and took the bag from him. “You’re too sweet, Bucky.” You beamed up at him. “You really didn’t have to.” You shook your head with a little smile on your face. “But thank you.” You opened the bag to see a new mug and a few bars of chocolate. “Oh I finally get to have my own mug again.” You sounded much more excited than Bucky had expected as you pulled it out of the bag. “Thank you, Bucky.” You grinned, automatically leaning up to kiss him quickly on the cheek. Bucky’s cheeks burned bright red when he felt your soft lips gently peck his face just above his beard. Oh my gOD SHE KISSED YOU. Okay, no calm down, she does that to the others too. But she just kissed you, holy crap.

 “I’ll just get changed and meet you guys in the kitchen, I have to go training with Stevie after breakfast though, so I can’t stay for long.” You pouted a bit as you spoke. “We could uh- um- coffee?” Bucky asked, frowning at himself. What is that supposed to mean? “I mean we could go for coffee after?” Bucky swallowed thickly. “I’d like that.” You nod enthusiastically, smiling up at him. Did you just…? It’s not a date though, urgh shoulda said it was a da- Holy mother of god. You turned away from him and pulled your shirt off ready to grab a clean one, your bare back completely on display for Bucky, along with your deep grey underwear that was hiked up between your butt cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination and he looked around wondering if he was supposed to even still be there. “I’ll- uh I’ll just go.” Bucky pointed at the door as you innocently looked over your shoulder at him, the slight outline of your bare breast was only a bit visible to Bucky from his angle and he was about ready to drop dead. I just want to… Maybe reach out and- No! Nope, I’ll just see myself out and make my way down to hell. And just like that, you looked back over your shoulder to see that Bucky had silently disappeared.

 “You should ask (Y/n).” Sam encouraged, leaning forwards on the island counter as he drank a smoothie while Bucky enjoyed his black coffee. “No, I can’t.” Bucky shook his head. “C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t want to.” Sam glared at Bucky for a second. “I want to, but I can’t.” Bucky mumbled into his mug before taking a sip of the dark, hot liquid. “I see the way you look at her like she’s the only woman that exists.” Sam smirked as he sat back in his seat. “M’not sure we’re ready.” Bucky was reluctant to Sam’s persuasion, but that wasn’t going to stop him. “Please, just try and ask her on a date.” Sam sighed. “I asked her for coffee.” Bucky admitted. “And that’s not a date?” Sam asked. “Well, I didn’t specify that- I mean I just didn’t really say it was.” Bucky stumbled over his words becoming increasingly nervous about the subject.

 “Morning Sammy!” You beamed at him as you walked in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing before you hopped up to sit on the counter. “Bucky has something to ask you.” Sam grinned before busying himself with his smoothie. “Is- is that my hoodie?” Bucky examined the garment your wore, he’d be lying if he said you didn’t look good in it. I definitely prefer this over that stupid Captain America hoodie, good lord. “Oh I’m sorry Buck, I saw it on the sofa last night and it just looked so soft and warm.” You sighed. “Do you want it back?” You asked, reaching for the edge of it to pull it off. “No, no it’s okay.” Bucky shook his head. “It looks cute- good- nice on you anyway.” Bucky swallowed thickly before awkwardly looking away and moving his attention back to his coffee, quickly glancing up at Sam who glowered at him for avoiding the date entirely.

 “Okay, well if that’s all you wanted to ask, Buck. I gotta get ready for my training session with Stevie.” You smiled, hopping off the counter, your butt nearly on full show since you were wearing tiny spandex workout shorts that were rucked up your butt a little. Bucky almost spat his coffee out when he saw it and tried to cover Sam’s eyes with his hands, causing Sam to collapse into laughter about how ridiculous Bucky was being. You looked over your shoulder and the pair of soldiers and shot them both a questioning look as they tried to act natural. Thankfully you were none the wiser about the cause of their odd behaviour and refilled your water bottle before leaving the kitchen. “You really need to ask her, or someone else will.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, eliciting a sigh from him as he rested his chin on his hand, leaning against he island as he brought his coffee mug up for another drink.

 “I know you’ve got it, (Y/n).” Steve encouraged you from the side lines. You were outside in a training area that was created for you and Wanda to use, your powers being extremely similar. “Steve, I can’t.” You shook your head. “Sweetheart, you’re holding yourself back, I know you can do it.” Steve walked towards you. “I’ve seen you do it before.” He went on as he approached. “That was different, I thought you were going to die.” You looked away from him, knowing you’d not be able to resist the sweet smile the Captain gave you. “Try and tap into that, remember how it felt.” Steve instructed. You paused for a few moments before nodding and waiting for Steve to step back.

 “I’ve barely seen her use her powers.” Bucky remarked as he walked beside Sam on their way down to meet both you and Steve since it was close to the end of your training session. “She’s very timid about her powers, she’s pretty scared of what they can do.” Sam sighed, eyes full of sympathy as he watched you twist and turn in a beautiful dance, making your energy fields swirl around you, not that they could see them though, since they were virtually invisible to the naked eye. Scared of them? I know how that feels, to be scared of yourself.

 You paused in your step, stopping to look down at your hands. You took in a deep slow breath. “Take your own advice, sweetheart. Breath and think about what you want to do.” Steve encouraged, walking around you until he was on the other side. He caught sight of Sam and Bucky but did nothing that could alert you that they were there, worried they may distract you.

 Taking in another deep breath, you focused on your powers. You felt the tingle in your hands and the energy rushed through your veins. The feeling from that moment you’d saved Steve’s life in battle came back to you. You replayed the memory in your mind.

***

Hydra agents swarmed the pair of you. “We’re compromised.” Steve hissed into the comms. “Hold tight, we’re five minutes out.” Tony responded. Five minutes was too long, far too long. There were easily fifty men and women surrounding you, probably more. Most of which were soldiers, guards, workers and probably a few brain washed experiments. They were all trained to kill, fifty against two. Sure you had a super soldier with you, but you weren’t sure Steve alone could handle this many, especially while surrounded with multiple weapons pointed at you both. “Get behind me.” Steve ordered. You didn’t budge. “(Y/n), sweetie, please get behind me.” Steve almost begged you.

 “Stop moving!” An agent barked, cocking his gun at you. The metal of several guns were pressed up against Steve’s skull. “We can-.” Steve began but was cracked over the head with the butt of the gun, making him stumble a bit. You shrieked, Steve trying to give you a reassuring smile. “Open fire on my command.”

A pause. The world went silent. “(Y/n) what’s your position?” Tony’s voice came through the comms. “Cap?” Nat’s voice filled your ears. “Are the comms down again?” She asked.

“Fire!” The command came. Something inside of you erupted, like a spark on gasoline. Seeing Steve thrust about, fingers on triggers about to shoot. Time went slow as a guttural scream ripped through you. A power like you’d never felt before rushed through your veins, your eyes went red and the wind picked up as if a storm was brewing, much like it did when Thor would enter battle. A hot, tingly feeling sparked into your palms and it almost burned. An energy force was unleashed from you, but instead of it being invisible to the eye like it normally was, it was like fire. Flames roared through the air, the only sound you could hear was the low boom of the energy explosion you caused, the sound of flames engulfing everything as you stood over Steve, keeping him from harm as the flames consumed the agents around you.

***

The same feeling sparked inside of you and the flames coursed through your veins, igniting in your hands. You sent a force of energy at the wall ahead of you, the built up pulse was large and strong, the fiery energy creating a low boom as it hurtled towards the wall. You shrieked as the energy bounced back and came towards you, heat and fire throwing you back and you hit the ground, rolling over a few times until you stopped and lay on your side, curled up on yourself.

 No, no, no, no, sweet pretty girl. Bucky ran to your side as Steve shouted curses, Sam running up behind Bucky. “Doll, are you alright?” Bucky’s gravelly, deep voice came through to you and you visibly relaxed a little. “Can you hear me?” Bucky asked, unsure how to even handle the situation. Christ, fucking hell that scared the shit out of me. You finally uncovered your features and you looked totally unscathed by the fiery explosion that had hit you. You did however look a bit dazed and confused. “Did you hit your head?” Sam asked kneeling down on your other side. All you did was nod, but that hurt. “Shit, she might have a concussion.” Steve stressed in the background, pacing back and forth.

 “Pretty girl, can you look at me?” Bucky asked. Pretty girl? That was new, but sounded so, so nice coming from Bucky’s lips. “Can you see alright?” Bucky asked, cradling your head gently in his large hands. Oh that felt nice. You hummed in response. “Use your words.” Sam spoke softly, moving some of your hair out of the way. “Yes.” You squeaked out. “Does your head hurt?” Bucky began checking you over, but you just enjoyed the feeling of his large hands on your soft skin. “Probably.” You looked up into Bucky’s bright blue eyes. Probably? What’s that supposed to mean? “Okay, let’s get you inside and take you to Banner.” Sam tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

 “You gave me a scare, doll.” Bucky looked down at you as you walked alongside him, hand intertwined with his. “Lucky you didn’t have a concussion.” He went on, his gaze soft as he eyed you looking up at him with sweet doe like eyes. “The powers, they’re hard to control, it scares me sometimes Bucky.” You sighed, sticking close to his side as you walked through the busy street under an umbrella that Bucky clutched in his other hand. He mostly held it over you, which was totally unnecessary and he was getting himself rained on just to keep you dry. “I’m just glad you’re alright.” Bucky smiled as you approached the little café you and Bucky now frequented on your way back from his therapy appointments. It originally started when Bucky had asked to go for coffee after his first session, but it had since turned into a routine, almost like a reward after the hard part of the therapy was over. But today was just a nice trip to the café with no therapy to make Bucky feel uneasy.

 You both entered the café and went to stand in line, Bucky fiddling with his now wet hair for a moment as you eyed the menu. You knew what you wanted, but you still had the habit of checking the board every day. When you both got to the cash desk and ordered your drinks, you pulled out your wallet to pay but Bucky was too fast, pulling out some cash for the barista before you could even try paying. “It’s on me today, doll.” Bucky smirked, putting his arm around your shoulders as you moved to the side to wait for your coffee.

 Bucky set your drinks down on the table, a slice of chocolate cake in the middle for you to share. “I know spending time with the guys is fun and all,” You began, pausing for a second to pour some sugar into your drink. “But coffee with you is my favourite part of the week.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks warm as you spoke, glancing timidly up at Bucky to see his satisfied smirk. Coffee with me is her favourite? Jesus Christ, how did I get so lucky? “You’re my favourite.” Bucky blurted out nervously. What? I mean, yeah she is, but that’s not what I meant to say. “Uh, I mean it’s my favourite too.” Bucky stammered, but you were just giggling and smiling up at him, knowing he’d full well meant what he just said.

 “Uh, (Y/n).” Bucky broke the comfortable silence as you both people watched through the window. The rain gave you a comforting, cosy feeling as you watched people huddle under umbrellas or look warm and comfortable under their hoods, people rushing to stand underneath store front canopies until the rain subsided. You hummed in response, looking across at Bucky, your eyes meeting and his intense blue gaze almost made you forget everything for a second. Say it, c’mon Barnes, you worked up to this all fuckin’ day, you can do it. “Can this- is this- fuck.” Bucky cursed at himself. You gave him a reassuring smile, waiting for Bucky to compose himself a try again. Thank god she has the patience of damn saint, feel like anyone else woulda’ clobbered me by now.

 “Can this be, maybe, like a coffee…” Bucky paused, you looked well and truly confused. “Date?” He dropped his voice so low he wasn’t even sure you’d heard him. Your smile widened into a huge grin and you almost dropped your mug. “Like a real date?” You asked awkwardly. Bucky hesitantly nodded as he reached for his mug, fiddling with it and twisting it about on the table to keep his nerves at bay. “If that’s what you want it to be, Bucky.” You smiled widely at him and Bucky’s heart almost gave out. “R-really?” Bucky almost couldn’t believe his own ears. For real? This is real? This isn’t a dream or some strange simulation? Bucky pinched his leg under the table so you wouldn’t see. Ow, yeah okay, it’s real.

 “So this is a date?” Bucky felt the need to ask for clarification. “It’s a date, Buck.” You nodded, smiling and giggling at him as you moved to lean on your hand, your arm propped up on the table. You did it, you fuckin’ did it! You’re on a date with her! Bucky felt like he could scream or cry or probably a bit of both. Bucky felt the happiest and most normal he had in years. He actually felt closer to how he had in the forties than he had in the past seventy years.

 You of course, were ecstatic. Bucky fucking Barnes was sitting across from you giving you heart eyes and your simple trip out for coffee had turned into a date. You couldn’t quite believe it yourself and you felt like a teenager, a little school girl on her first date all over again. Your heart bubbling with joy and you brimmed with excitement, looking over into Bucky’s sweet, blue eyes. You loved the way the skin around his eyes creased, he’d never looked happier and the smile he wore only made him more handsome to you than he already was. If Bucky had asked you to do anything in that moment, with a smile like that, you would have done it in a heartbeat.

 Bucky Barnes was on a date, with the prettiest, sweetest and loveliest gal he’d ever met and he couldn’t wait to see where this went. “Promise I’ll take ya on a real one soon.” Bucky finally spoke up. “If you’ll let me, doll.” He added, fiddling with his mug. “The answer is always yes, Bucky.” You murmured, looking up at him through your lashes, fluttering them a little before you took a long sip from your coffee.

 The answer is always a yes, Bucky. Bucky swore he was the luckiest man alive.

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C+ Supp (Sick fic/Snz fic)

Because I’m super original, I named this fic after the type of support that it would fall under in-game. Kinda like that other fic that I really liked. Thing is, there’s no such thing as a C+ support in this game. It’s just to sort of give a timeline on the two character’s relationship at that point. 

But uh, yeah. This is a sick fic/snz fic of Fi//re Em//blem: Awa//kening. Just a disclaimer: I’m not a rapper writer. So, I’m sure there’s gonna be some issues.

Oh uh, mess warning. I guess? There’s descriptions of the stuff :p

The Ylissian fields, mid-day, and as vast and green as one could have imagined. Tents had been spread throughout the field as the Ylissian army, the Shepherds, gathered together through different tents designated for different roles within the army. Outside the tents, near the outskirts of the encampment sat a young woman with white hair styled in two twin tails, that flowed over the shoulders of her heavy coat. She sat beneath a tree, reading books on magic to better hone her skills. Her skin appeared a bit paler than it usually was; dark rings beneath her eyes were visible, her nose red with irritation. She sniffled heavily and swiped at her nose continuously as she read her book, disallowing for any excess mucus emitting from her nose to get onto the pages that she was reading. The young woman wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. After noticing the dampness on her hand, she took a heavy sigh, stood up, and walked towards the wooded area outside of the encampment.

The young woman wandered off until she hit a river bank. Sniffling, she kneeled, pressed her thumb to her right nostril, and blew out. An excess amount of mucus began to pour out of her nostril, dripping onto the dirt below her as she made sure not to get it on her thick jacket that she had grown accustomed to wearing. Strings of mucus dangled from under her nose until they had completely gone loose and detached from the nostril. It had felt as if the mucus didn’t want to stop dripping from her nose. As it kept coming loose even without her blowing out, the mucus just kept pouring out onto the dirt beneath her. Once she was done, she did the same but with her left nostril, with the same results of constant drippage. After clearing both nostrils out, she attempted to breathe heavily from her nose but to no avail. Audible congestion was present in her nose even after the heavy draining that she had done.  She coughed into her fist and sighed heavily. 

It was another terrible head cold that she had contracted, from of course, sleeping on the ground. This was the second cold this month, and it was worse than prior. This was her fourth time in the last thirty minutes that she had escaped into the woods to discharge the mucus from her nostrils, hoping for relief from the hellish congestion she had contracted. She didn’t dare do this in front of the rest of the army. The embarrassment as well as the shame of doing it in front of a noble family would stick with her for the rest of her life.

“Damn this cold,” she thought “I wish it would be over with so I can stop wasting time here and actually focus on strategizing for our next route.”

The woman rubbed the palm of her hand against her nose to try to alleviate the tickle, but to no success. The tickle rose until it was let out to a small sneezing fit. “Hieh—tchoo! Etch-chu! Atch-choo!”

Mucus began to drip from her nostrils. She was just about to turn around to continue what she had been doing every ten minutes or so, until a voice had stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, Robin!”

The young woman turned to see who had called her name, her hand covering her nose as she did. A young man with blue hair, full of youth and power stepped up to her. 

“O-Oh. Chrom. I didn’t uhm… expect you.” Stammered the woman, named Robin.

“Well, I mean, I do like to keep a good eye on the rest of the Shepherds. And you are of no exception.” Replied the young man. It was apparent in his tone that he had wanted to discuss something.

Robin sniffled, rubbing the underneath of her nose with her finger, “W-well… What is it you need?”

“Hah. Don’t play dumb with me. I know how you’ve been recently. You’re about as sick as a dog!” replied Chrom, bluntly. 

Robin blushed a bit. She always did her best to avoid Chrom as much as possible while she was sick. She didn’t want the prince of Ylisse to catch a nasty head cold over a small, menial conversation, after all.

“Ehm… I mean, yes. B-but I can still strategize just as well if I wasn’t!” 

“I don’t doubt that. You’re brilliant. But I know even you need your rest. And, well, seeing you come out here into the woods to…ehm… relieve your nose isn’t really anything I would say I would want you to do. Do you not own a handkerchief for that sort of thing?” asked the young noble, scratching the back of his head. He was clearly having trouble wording things. 

“No. I don’t. But I really don’t mind doing this. It keeps the rest of the Shepherds at a minimum risk of ca-catch—cat’ch—choo!” replied Robin, being interrupted by a sudden sneeze, doing her best to cover it with her hand, “Urgh. Catching this cold.”

“I understand your intentions. And while good, I don’t really think it’s something you need to worry about. Honestly, the Shepherds would be more worried if the tactician of the army were so sick, they couldn’t think straight.” 

“Ah, excuse me. I can understand that. But I need to keep planning things out. I can handle a m-mih-measly c-…c---cold--! Etch’choo! Hetch’choo!!” sneezed Robin, turning away from Chrom in attempts to not infect him. Robin could feel the mucus sliding down her hand, beginning to drip on the ground beneath her, in front of the Prince of Ylisse at that. She could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Robin had put her hand to her nose to try mitigating as much spray from being released, only to result in her hand being coated in the excess mucus from her nose. She pulled away not knowing how much had gotten onto her hand. She put her hand back to her nose as soon as she saw the strands of mucus coming from her nose. Her blush grew to a deeper red.

Chrom’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he frowned a little. He wasn’t dressed in his usual armored garb, but more of a buttoned-down attire. He reached into a back pocket of the pants he was wearing and pulled out a cloth handkerchief. He handed it to the suffering woman. 

“Here. I think you’re going to be needing this more than I do.” He told her.

Robin’s blush grew deeper than it already was. She hesitated in taking the handkerchief. She still wasn’t very used to speaking and acting so casually towards the noble family, even if Chrom didn’t act like a noble. 

“Th-thank you.” She stammered out, taking the white, cloth handkerchief. 

She put the handkerchief towards her nose and let out a harsh blow. A gurgling sound was emitted from both nostrils, mucus filling in through any crevasse and crease of the handkerchief. By the time she had finished, the once dry handkerchief was sodden and in need of a wash.

“Ergh. Excuse me. Ehm… do you want this back, or…?” asked Robin rather sheepishly, unsure what exactly to do with the given handkerchief. 

Chrom put his hand up in protest. “Keep it, it’s yours, ha ha.” He said with a smile.

“Are you sure? I’m sure it’s not one of a noble to not carry around a handkerchief, but—”

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m sure if I was back at the castle, if I were to simply sneeze, there would be at least six different servants ready and lined up to give me a handkerchief to use. This is nothing, really. Plus, I’m sure Frederick has a separate stash for both me and my sister somewhere in camp.” He responded with a wink and a smile.

Robin let out a chuckle that was followed by a small coughing fit and sniffles. Chrom put his hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. 

“You’re a very important asset to the army, Robin. We need our tactician more than anything. So that means we need you to be at peak performance. I want you to go retire to your tent. Lay down. Rest. I’ll send someone to help treat you. Please, don’t over exert yourself. Understand?” asked Chrom, his tone a bit more stern, rather than casual.

Robin was at a loss of words. She didn’t really have any idea as to what to say. She broke eye contact with the young prince for a few seconds but then looked him dead in the eyes and replied.

“I will. I’ll do this for the army. Thank you, Chrom.”

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user: 95mochibuns → jimin

↠ Pairing: jimin x reader

↠ Genre: camboy!au, streamer!reader, smut

↠ Warnings: explicit language, cute but dangerous jimin, masturbation, teasing, edging, more of a clean smut

↠ Words: 3.3k

↠ Plot Summary: not much could be said about a camboy who gets himself into trouble with a streamer he admires.

↠ a/n: possibly a part 1 of 2. This has been sitting in my draft for a long time. Hope you enjoy it, it’s not GREAT but it’s cute. Second part will be much better!

Frustrated, infuriated and annoyed, all these words meant the same thing but they’re the only things that crossed your mind but of course you couldn’t show it not right now.

“Honestly, I knew this game was difficult and no, I will not wear the chicken hat. Never,” you announced, your voice coming right back at your from your mic to your headphones.

Keeping that quick witted and mischievous persona that all your viewers came to you for.

Comments rolled in with tips and tricks but of course most of them weren’t helpful, your eyes were automatically glancing over the sexual comments and what not, saying shit like your aspirated groans and whines at the game was hot.

Then a tip rolled in and that wasn’t normal by any means, your tips were of high price ― 20 for a tip was just ridiculous but it stopped a lot of stupid kids commenting. You had loads of subscribers and make a lot from this yet streaming and gaming wasn’t your job. You didn’t want to make it seem that way either because you were still in the end a student.

The tip popped up with your tip icon, blinking with the sender’s icon ― a bunny? 

“All these kids commenting that you suck should fucking stop commenting anonymously like the fucking *shilantropussies* they are.”

You were looking at the sender as you chuckled, “Exactly, jbunnyjeon.”

Of course it was nice to point out people’s names when they tipped because funny enough most of the tippers live for that shit. You were streaming one of the less popular games mostly so you could play it because well you don’t stream for other people but for yourself.

Playing Metal Gear Solid could’ve been a mistake, since this game was a drag in time and effort. Yet, a whole lot of male viewers loved seeing girls play ‘manly’ games, whatever.

“Anyways, I still don’t get why we need this guy with us but I got him,” you commentate as your character, snake, hauled your capture onto the back of your horse.

Finally, you got past the stupid robot. 

“Congrats :( that part took me *days* ― legit was about to kill myself.”

A comment by a fellow streamer, it popped up larger than most since you both were mutuals.

“Jeez, you fucking suck Tae,” You teased, imagining his reaction to everyone seeing how you played better than him. Since, he was a self proclaimed pro-gamer.

You leaned back in your chair, watching yourself on the screen to your left through the cutscene. Seeing all the comments which made you chuckle and respond to some through text. You weren’t one to talk through cutscenes at all.

As things seemingly were going smoothly a buzz through you phone made you groan, if someone was fricking texting you at 9 pm you were about to kill them because there were multiple and they were loud.

Out of frame of the viewers you flipped your phone over, it immediately unlocks and you scroll to see the notification.

95mochibuns is going live!

95mochibuns is going live in 10 minutes!

Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes lock at the time. It was really 9 but fucking 9:50.

95mochibuns announcement! 

Hey guys! A spontaneous live coming up, something special - feeling horny and fucking hard. Hope you can all join me tonight! 

Entry is at 10 on the dot, only those who click in time can view. Testing out something new, maybe you guys will like it. I’ll be able to see your comments easier since it’s exclusive and limited.

Did I mention there’s only 35 slots, :) I love you all.

Oh fucking hell. Were you really going to drop your stream to watch his. Were you going to pretend to have a great reason to stop the stream now, lie to your audience to watch this camboy jack himself off.

Fuck yes.

Letting out a cough, you turned back to face the camera as your phone slips up into your hand, “Urgh, hey guys― I think I’m getting tired.”

"I’m so going to have nightmares about this game tonight, hope you all enjoyed,” you smiled softly, giving your audience the best worn out expression you could. Waving your hand at the camera, seeing comments of those saying ‘goodnight’, or saddened emojis and you know the typical ‘don’t go’ or some mean comments.

Winking at the camera before you shot hearts, “Thank you so much for tuning in on tonights stream! Metal Gear Solid Ep. 24! See you all, next time. Much love!”

Clicking off you let out a sigh, stretching out your back and feeling the cracks moaning at the release. Shit, you’ve been sitting in the same spot for hours, your back was killing you. Twisting and turning trying to pull out all the cracks and tightness you peered at the time on your desktop.

9:54 it was. You had 6 minutes to get on his page and wait, you knew it was going to be war and you were going to be refreshing like your life depended on it.

On the cam website and app, called ‘weheartcam’, it was one of the best in your opinion. The website only took amateurs and didn’t take companies or businesses streaming on their site, only independent streamers, how lovely.

Though Jimin, 95mochibuns, was one of the most popular boys apart of this camboy trio. Made up of himself and his two friends, though you only watched Jimin― something about him makes you just drool.

His fluffy blonde hair, muscular thighs, ripped body- fuck, he was just a korean boy who knew his ways around people of all countries. His english was amazing, he slips his native tongue every now and then, making him even hotter. 

95mochibuns is going live in 5 minutes!

Holy―fricken―fuck. Was it anxiety, you were going to cry if you didn’t get to watch. You ended your stream for this boy, you felt like you were trying to get concert tickets or something.

You clicked on the bookmarked page you had favourited, that directed you right to his page. 

On the videos page, you propped your leg up hugging a knee close to your chest to get comfortable.

Seeing his array of very explicit thumbnails, of which one of them was blurry― for tonight. Plastered over the image, ‘Coming Soon’. Oh yes, he was going to be coming in many ways.

Here you are, playing the waiting game. Being a well traverse streamer of course you internet connection was legit and you had faith in yourself... as much faith you could have when you know at least ten thousand people would want to be watching. He gets at least millions on each of his streams and well whenever there was a live he had more than a hundred thousand watching when it’s on. Though, there were the occasional people who joined instantly and that was the ten thousand super fans.

You wouldn’t say you were a super fan, you didn’t really have a fan page just a random one you used to comment and tip Jimin. You didn’t like all his posts on instagram... you always a bit busy. But well, you’ll have to try― at least.

9:58, nine―fucking―fifty eight. Hearts racing, in the spur of suspense. Your eyes were burning a whole into the clock as your finger on your mouse hovered over the video. Did this seem like you were being too much, no, fuck no.

Time blinks away as you finger immediately taps on the video when it game on. Being delighted by the cute face of Jimin himself, smiling at the camera as he watches the number of streamers go up. Each of the streamers were tagged with a number, you were number 26, fantastic.

Which always made you question how the hell did anyone have better connection that you, especially when you’re pretty sure you pressed right on the dot. Some sort of wizardry bullshit, or bots of course. Yet, these kinds of streams were only for members, of which you definitely were.

You laughed, thinking of the thumbnail he had. He must’ve posed for it in the same outfit before he started the stream.

“Hey guys!” Jimin flashed his ultra pure smile. 

Fluffing up his hair as he seduces his viewers through the camera, “Slots are full, hmm, I’m glad you’re all here.”

They way he speaks is husky, breathy, his eyes were dim and blinking more often. He even moans, holy fuck. He was laid back on a couch, from what you could see. The lights were more dimmed now, neon lights peaking from his left shining on his face.

He must’ve had what you think was the television on, as it was flashing against his face. His camera was still, must’ve been on a tripod.

“Yea, I’ve been busy―argh, sorry for the lack of stream this week. I was actually going to go to sleep, it’s really late here,” he speaks casually, smiling at the camera as he reads through the messages― the non-spamming one. You weren’t commenting though, you were more distracted by what he was doing.

He was wearing a dark sweater, his right shoulder was flexing. Maybe it was your gamer instincts to notice everything, observe everything. He was not just sitting around.

You felt ridiculous, were you actually imaging. No one else was pointing out his erratic breathing, for flustered cheeks. Everyone was asking him what he was doing today, how his day was― innocent things.

Opting to do it yourself you began to type.

peachbubbles: you’re cute when you’re blushing ;’)

Which apparently catches his eye as the side of his lip curls into a smirk, he chuckles patting the back of his nape, “Hmm, you’re observant, huh?”

“Peachy,” he winks at the camera. You felt awfully exposed at that moment, it was clear he was directing that to you.

He made you squirm and blush from the mere look on his face and the way he speaks. This was more than a stupid crush, you’ve been watching him for years and hell, he’s changed since the beginning. He’s so much more confident with himself now.

Since he’s noticed you, but doesn’t really know who you are you commented again.

peachbubbles: why don’t you show us what’s going on downstairs? <3

He seemed to see your comment again, which was easy to spot as yours mentioned a completely different topic from everyone else’s occasional ‘i love you’.

He shook his head humorously, “Downstairs,” hissing through his teeth, “You’re too smart, unlike most of the fans here. You actually think― with your head.”

He grins, reaching forward to the camera, making your heart race from how close he was, it felt realistic from your huge screen. He zooms out.

Your breathing hitches when he pulled back and relaxes on the couch. Everyone’s reaction was well, pretty similar to yours.

He has his legs sprawled out wide, his sweatpants pushed down. His hand fisting his own cock, he bites his lip reading all the lewd comments. Pulling at his balls with his other hand.

“I’d give you a prize if I could, darling,” He teases, flashing his perfect smile again.

His eyes perked around reading the comments, he picked out one in particular to read out.

“Ah... You’re all wondering why I chose to do this random stream, uhm, honestly. This may come as a surprise but I don’t think it is,” He pauses, mumbling a few words, cocking his head back and forth, “I got hella turned on watching, uhm, one of my favourite gamers.”

“She’s pretty hot, she was aggravated by this game, ugh, it’s pretty fucking cute,” you had a sense of jealousy, he was jerking off to the thought of a hot gamer he’s watched, fuck, she was be hot as fuck.

“Anyways, sadly, she had to end her stream before I could jack off to her,” sad indeed, though of course you felt kind of relieved that you won’t be watching your ultimate crush jacking off to some gamer that could be your rival.

If anything, you had just came off your stream.. right? Hell no, Jimin wouldn’t possibly be referring to you, no.

His face was now redder than it was before, he must’ve read the comments spilling with assumptions that he was dating them, having a crush and etc.

“She’s a great gamer! You might know her, she just passed a huge robot level on this game...” as if time had stopped, you awaited what he had to say. Holy fuck, maybe he was talking about you.

“Metal gear solid? Is it? I don’t know much about games like that but it seems cool, I mainly watch those streams for her,” he explained, rubbing his face shyly, “I don’t even watch the gameplay, just her face.”

“Fuck, that sounds creepy doesn’t it? It doesn’t? Thank god,” he sighed, relieved that most of his fans commented how they’d be grateful as fuck if he’d jack off to them.

Jimin leans into the camera, as if he’s whispering and telling a secret, “Hmm, I nut to her nearly everyday.”

He chuckles, leaning back onto the bedframe. His eyes reading through the comments before he playfully huffed.

“Her name? You guys want me to expose her? Hell no!”

He chuckles with an amused tone, shaking his head, “Well, if anything maybe you guys will like her more than me.” 

Damn. You don’t even know how to feel anymore, knowing that your ultimate crush is getting himself off with the imagery of you―you. You didn’t know if you should say something, hell no, if you did you’d get attacked by his raging fans.

God, look at him though. His eyes half shut, euphorically pulling at his balls and jerking himself off― you got so wet just staring at his face, not to mention the sight of his thickened cock in his hands.

Then rolls the comments.

parkhearts: you’re famous! slide in her dms, maybe you’ll get to slide in elsewhere too

babymochi: omg, get together! I ship.

bunbuns: She’s cute, omg, I watch her. Didn’t think she’d be his type, she’s so... cunning haha

iloveprkjm: She’d totes dom him honestly.

jiminsgirl: she’s not even that cute wth are y’all on

Jimin must’ve caught those comments because he sighs, stopping himself for a second as he responds, “She’s way too good for me. But hey, ‘bunbuns’. I’m pretty cunning too, that makes her and I compatible right?”

“And yea. She seems like a total bad girl, and yes, ‘iloveparkjm’ thank you, she could totally pull off a dom look and well I’d let her choke me any day.”

Your breath hitches. His tone was so serious, he wasn’t even laughing it off. He was just grinning like the cute ass he was, knowing well enough that whatever he said made everyone cream their pants.

And cue the thirsty comments.

itsjustpark: i’d let him choke me to death

berrychu: imagine sub jimin tied up though...

perkie: i’m so jealous

chimsgirl: here comes the thirsts and the jellys

More and more comments scrolled their way rapidly down the screen, Jimin’s facial expression was the same as yours―shocked but not surprised. He knew what he said and what would happen, god he loved the attention.

“You guys! Relax, it’s not like she knows I exist,” He laughed, before eyeing the camera and smirking, “I won’t cheat on you guys.”

Did you just cringe? Probably, god he said things that made all his girls die and squirm. You could probably feel the same as them but at the moment all you could think about was the fact that he just told the world he jerked off to you― indirectly but some fans caught on.

jiminsbitch: you guys could make a sex tape... that’d be pretty hot, ____’s hella hot.

heartsforhim: so it is ______

jiminsmine: _____? who’s this hoe

honeybuns: holy fuck imagine seeing him fuck someone.

perkie: i bet minnie knows the motions of the ocean ;) 

You god damned imagined the same thing. Shit, you got off on him too. What’s to stop you from actually messaging him... his fans or your pride.

“Geez, guys please focus on me and not your imagination of me right now,” Jimin teased, still going at himself.

Pushing your ridiculous thoughts away you focused on the now.

peachbubbles: i’m sure she’d love for you to fuck her

Jimin’s eyebrow quirked at your comment. What, he saw it through the floods of other comments, that’s ridiculous. 

“Welcome back from the dead peachy, thought you left,” He said, grinning to the camera as sweat begins to trial down his face.

You continued typing to him.

peachbubbles: are you close~

Jimin hummed, “Close enough.”

He read your comment again, it wasn’t just a coincidence then. You didn’t understand. Maybe you didn’t see other people commenting the same thing.

You began to type something else, maybe something he would do― at least that could solidify if he was actually focusing on your comment.

peachbubbles: i’d love to see you with a cockring

He didn’t respond. Maybe it was too forward or weird... maybe some guys didn’t like using toys. God, why’d you just ask him that, it’s kind of personal right. It’s definitely more daring, maybe he’s just weirded out or just didn’t see it.

He stares down at his cock, slick and wet. Pursing his lips and biting them as he nears his end.

“You know, I’ve never considered getting one,” He says, not looking back at the camera, “Also, aren’t cock rings more of a thing couples use.”

“Pleasures the girl as well as yourself,” Oh christ, why is he doing this to you.

He does enough by just looking into the camera as if it was a real person. His moans and whimpers, he was so shameless with sex and it was glorious. He tugs and rubs himself so well, quick yet stable. His forearms flexed all the way even though his hands were gently touching himself.

Then you could hear his quiet mumbling, “Maybe, ____, likes cockrings.” Chuckling to himself as he shakes his head.

Jimin smirks out of the blue, changing the pace, “Urh, I’m gonna cum. Fuck―uh.” He’s leaking. It’s hot, wet and sexy. 

He always wore the most sultry expression, his one eye half shut and the other completely. Trying his best to look at the camera as if it was a person, whilst his head jerks back in pleasure at his release. His white thick cum creaming out of his cock, all over his hands and thighs, with a name lingering on his lips.

“_____, shit― I fucking h-hope she knows I exist. I’d fuck her―so hard,” his breathing was erratic, he groans through his words, “I’ll take your advice guys―”

He chuckled, “I’ll text her.”

He was going to... to text her― that her was you. Oh god, what are you suppose to do. Play it cool, no way, that’s just fake. Tell him that you’ve been watching him all this time and would love for him to fuck you so hard, no way, that’s just pathetic.

Jimin cocks the camera back up to his face, with a knowing grin― a knowing grin that all his fans fucked themselves to him.

“I’ll see you guys in the next stream, wish me luck,” He smiled boyishly, before pointing a finger at the camera, “And please, do not send her hate or I will hate you.”

“Goodnight!” He waves towards the camera as the stream ends.

You mindlessly waved back. He seemed very serious about texting you―too serious, maybe he’s just playing with your emotions, you as in the fans. He loved causing a storm, though he wouldn’t bring attention to someone so... mindlessly.

Leaning back in your chair, fuck, you didn’t even get off. Rolling your eyes before tapping exit on his page. Getting your ass back onto twitter and reading the comments from your fans as always. Pretending that whatever just happened, never happened.

And then as the world seemed calm and happy.

A buzz killed the air. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over to your side at your silenced phone. A message? God, who is it.

There wasn’t much you thought about, probably your friends begging you to go out with them for a fun night.

Peering over at the lit up screen your breath comes to a stop at the name. Instead of being your friend wanting to party and hang out―

parkjimin: heyyy~

It was him. Right, maybe you’ll just die.

c. 2019

[notworkingsposts]

Regret (Priya x MC)

Requested by @kennaxval for @choicesjulychallenge hosted by @kinda-iconic . This is the first time I’m writing for Priya but it was a lot of fun so thanks for the request friend.

Thanks @strangerofbraidwood for pre-reading. You are the best :D

NFSW, MEANING ANYONE UNDER 18 SHOULD NOT READ THIS. THIS MIGHT BE UPSETTING TO SOME READERS SO READ WITH CAUTION.

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Regret is a peculiar thing; you wouldn’t do that certain thing again, but does that mean you’re sorry it happened? Take a step outside of your “humanity” and think, really think about a “regret” - would you honestly be sorry? 

A toy is there to play with, to treat as you desire and to exercise your imagination. Some toys last forever, but other toys are fragile; they break so easily… urgh…way to easily. This afternoon, I broke one of my new favourite play things, do I regret it? Do I want to play again? Am I sorry? The events that took place are making me answer all of these ridiculous questions. Questions I buried deep, deep down a century ago. I’ll warn you now, this story is not for the faint hearted, look away now if you have a fragile human stomach, this does not have a happy ending. Or does it? I guess it depends on what kind of person YOU are. This is Priya Lacroix bitches and this is MY story…

It was a glorious day in New York City or so I heard. I was busy, knee deep in 4 of my house boys AND 5 young hungry sorority girls who were competing to be my next muse. I guess it was a glorious day! The party had just begun, I quite like to see what each individual has to bring to the table. My dress was hitched up as I sat in my thrown, one by one each participant pleasured me. The last house boy was a eager fellow, offering his neck while he fucked me. I couldn’t help but bury my fangs deep, ripping in to his artery. His blood soaked my white dress, the smell of blood everywhere was intoxicating and I wanted more. His sheer determination was marvellous as he carried on thrusting deeper and deeper. I heard a knock at the door which was startling as I was not expecting a guest. And NO ONE turns up to the mansion without an invite. Well I was busy so as expected, a house boy was sent (obviously, when do I ever get the door). I was angry with the unexpected interference, which made me buck a little too hard, breaking the poor boys manhood. He had lost too much blood anyway and what good is a man without his dick?  Regardless, we carried on and as the door opened to reveal Adrian’s doe-eyed assistant, I opened another artery soaking myself further; the walls, floors and other participants were also covered. I drank the last of his sweet blood and threw him across the room. His body crunched against the wall, every bone breaking with a “sickening” thud but Amy just stood there staring. I saw fear, but I could also sense hunger and want. Why the fuck did she not run? Such a delicious but idiotic creature. This is where the game started! I looked straight at her, wiping the blood away from my lips seductively. I didn’t want to say a word until she atleast moved or rambled. This was a game of chicken between prey and predator.Finally, she began to speak, but it sounded like a mixture of squawking sounds until she found the balls to ask me to move the discussion elsewhere. I didn’t make it easy, but I granted her wish and escorted her to the living room while I showered. Sadly, she didn’t want to help me clean up…

My mortal friends this is far from over, the best/worst is yet to come. You are fabulous for making it this far, but I’m not surprised. No one can resist Priya Lacroix!

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Since the day I met Amy, I wanted her to be mine, my toy, my muse. Her beauty was intoxicating, there was something different about her and my body ached to fuck her. No matter what she saw of me, it seemed like the same thing was happening to her. I’ve been around for some time, it’s easy to figure out when someone wants me, but wanting me is dangerous. Whatevs, no point beating around the bush, lets get to it… 

Amy didn’t notice that I had entered the room. I took a moment to admire her perfectly arched back, her plump arse which was begging to be licked. She still hadn’t noticed me, and of course that pissed me off. I rushed behind her, digging my fingernails quite hard in to her hips, letting my breath ghost over her neck. I could hear her heart beating faster, see her skin flushing - she liked the pain as well as the closeness. Difficult as ever, she pulled away and rambled on about some nonsense regarding the council. This was the first time she visited without Adrian or the old bag; it was now or never. Amy had said yes in the past but those two spoil sports ruined it. I ran my nails up her thigh, but she didn’t stop me. I carried on going higher, until I saw fear again. I might not have a good track record with my sexual partners but  it has to be consensual. She was all to eager to say yes; I wanted to make her wait, I wanted to play with my toy properly. 

———

Urgh, so I guess I will have to explain the game I proposed for the next part to make sense. Hide and Seek was the game, of course with a few tailored changes. Every time Amy found me, she was allowed to take a piece of clothing, as well as being able to do anything to the newly exposed body part. The same rules applied to me, apart from one; I was also allowed to bite her (my mansion, my rules) BUT she could only be healed by the house boys who were tactically placed.

Before the game began, mamma needed some sugar. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her tight against my body, I kissed her hard; using my body to grind on hers as I licked her lips and grazed them with my fangs. Her hands made her way through my hair, gently tugging, then they moved down my back; she scraped her nails down. I could already smell her desire and it was absolutely delightful. Not gonna lie, the kiss was damn hot and I was just as dazed as Amy. Obviously, I couldn’t show that side of me, so I left after giving her a hard spank. I knew for a fact there was a solid red handprint there, ready for me to admire later.  

Amy eventually found me laying by the pool. She was nervous as she approached, she didn’t say a word but her eyes were already hooded. She kneeled down, taking my shoes off slowly as she gazed up at me. She already tried to cheat by grazing her fingers up my legs, moving to take my dress off. I stopped her with a foot, placed between her full breast; she smiled sheepishly and moved back down. Mmmm, just thinking about how she took each toe in to her mouth and sucked is turning me on right now. She finished with licking the soles of each and with a kiss at each ankle. 

Now, this is where it gets interesting folks. I found Amy in my dance studio, trying yet failing to hide behind a speaker. I couldn’t help but laugh at how…”adorable” she looked. I took her from behind, which earned a throaty gasp. I kissed her neck with fervour, biting here and there as I ran my hands up her thighs to the hem of her dress. To my delight, she didn’t have a bra on. After removing the dress I pulled her closer, my breast were pressed against her back. Her breathing grew heavier as my hands glided up her flat stomach, she arched back in to me as I took each peak and squeezed. I turned her around and threw her up against the large mirror; a slight crack had formed from impact but she seemed to enjoy it.  As I massaged her breasts, she straddled me and her head fell back in pleasure. My tongue trailed a line from her neck, all the way down to her erect nipple. Taking her in my mouth, I sucked and licked until she let out a guttural moan. I was as turned on as her, but the game had just begun. Without warning, I pushed her off me, held her against the mirror while I buried my fangs deep in to her throat. OH.MY.GOD, I was so right - she was delicious. I fed more and as I pulled a way, blood began to spray everywhere. With a smirk, I left so she could find a house boy. Of course, out ofintrigue I looked over my shoulder to track her progress; she was moving but she was weak. I knew their was a house boy close by, so the game was still on…

20 LONG minutes later, she found me resting against my four poster bed. Amy was healed but the hunger in her eyes had grown in intensity; the nerves had gone. She practically ran over to me, kissing me passionately. She struggled to get my dress off so I tore it off my own body. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of me without any underwear on. Pace was thrown out the window as she fell to her knees and buried her face in my wet centre. She licked deep, sliding her tongue up and down in long strokes. This was fire, but the throbbing was getting intense. I grabbed a hand full of her hair, pulling hard. As our eyes met, I demanded her to suck. Amy was extremely obedient (such a good toy) and dived back in; sucking while she thrusted three fingers in and out, twisting and curling as my moans filled the room. We both agreed that the game was over, however, everything was still on the table. 

I lifted her with ease from the floor and threw her on to the bed; shredding any clothes that were left. Amy tried to move but I held her down by the throat with a tight grip and began riding her hard. I bent down to take a bite out of her neck. Blood spraying everywhere, but the pleasure seemed to grow more for Amy so I continued. I lost myself completely, the room filling with both of our screams of pure ecstasy. There was no stopping me now; the sheets were covered in blood and her eyes grew weaker, at that moment I didn’t care. I place heated kisses all the way down to her thighs. Biting again, not realising I went event deeper than her neck. I moved between her legs, smelling her desire as I went nose first in to her soaked centre, her moans filled the room as I began working my tongue and fingers inside her. The bucking got more insistent, until I took another bite from the other thigh. Her movements slowed…her moans grew softer…then…silence… 

This had happened more than a handful of times with other lovers, but I wouldn’t care. My house boys would take care of it. I felt something different, my stomach sank and I panicked! I have not felt this kind of emotion in years and without thinking I called Kamilah. She arrived within minutes, looking around the room in disgust. Her exact words were “It looks like 10 people got murdered in here Priya. What the hell were you thinking?”. 

With that she left with Amy draped across her arms… lifeless. Now here I am, questioning how I have lived for the last century. Why does some assistant have this hold on me? Do I go to help Kamilah? Do I stay? What is this feeling?

Regret is a peculiar thing; you wouldn’t do that certain thing again, but does that mean you’re sorry it happened? Take a step outside of your “humanity” and think, really think about a “regret” - would you honestly be sorry? 

I think this is the part where I say…yes. 

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.15

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: Thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon & @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me :):)xx

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Bugs. Angst. Sibling rivalry??

Bamby

You were walking down the hall when you came to a stop, spotting Sam standing by the bathroom door that was open a crack. Dean’s head was poking out, wrapped in a towel.

“This shower is awesome.” Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

As Dean closed the door again, Sam turned and spotted you. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed before his lips twitched into a frown. You stood frozen, eyes wide, as he strode towards you.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he spun you around and pressed your against the wall as he dragged his nose along the column of your throat.

“You smell like Dean.” He dragged his lips against your skin. “Supposed to be my girlfriend. Gotta keep up appearances,” he breathed, the tone of his voice suggesting he was trying to be convincing.

Only you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you, or convince himself.

Reaching for his jacket, you fisted the material and moaned as his tongue licked at your neck. “Sam.... you’re scenting me.”

“I know.” Pressing in closer, he continued to rub against your neck as his scent grew thicker, surrounding you. “Fuck… Y/N… take your jacket off.”

“What?”

“Do it. Take your jacket off.”

With him still pressed against you, it was hard to do but you somehow managed to get your jacket off. Once it was in your hands, Sam snatched it from your grasp and tossed it down the hall, keeping his face buried against your neck.

Staying close, he tugged his own jacket off. He pulled you away from the wall then, before draping it over your shoulders.

“Wear it.”

“You’ll get cold.”

He chuckled against your neck. “I have other jackets, Y/N.” His nose nuzzled against you. “Just need you to smell like me.”

The feel of his tongue peaking out once more, licking at your pulse point, made you jump and moan. Part of you wanted to pull him closer and tear his clothes apart. Another part of you, though, wanted to push him away.

You never got the chance to do anything before he stepped back and turned to walk down the hall. Pressed against the wall, you watched as he picked your shirt up on the way. Right before he disappeared around the corner, you swore you saw him lift the fabric to his face.

Sitting in the back of Baby, you subconsciously turned your head to sniff your collar. Well… Sam’s collar. You were still wearing his jacket which was far too big on you, but that only made it more comfortable.

Dean rolled to a stop outside of a house where a body was being rolled on a stretcher to the coroner’s car.

“You comin’ with, or…” Dean stopped as the brothers looked to you.

Nose pulling away from Sam’s jacket quickly, you put on a tight smile. “Huh?”

Sam was grinning widely, while Dean clenched his jaw before repeating himself, “You comin’ with us or are you staying in the car?”

“I’ll… I’ll come,” you stumbled.

Eyes snapping up to meet yours, Sam held your gaze. Your heart began to race as your breath caught in your throat. The intensity of that look…

“Okay then. Let’s go,” Dean grunted as he got out of the car.

Both you and Sam followed suit and started to walk around to meet Dean on the footpath. Pulling the umbrella open to shield himself from the rain, Sam then reached out and pulled you closer, making sure you were undercover as well.

“Don’t want you getting a cold,” he explained, but the tug of his lips that threatened a grin said something else.

Rolling his eyes at the two of you, Dean walked ahead and started towards Larry.

Hanging up his phone, Larry looked a little surprised to see us. “Hello. You're, uh, back early.” You were pretty sure you could sense a hint of nervousness in his tone, like he was worried the scene might make you all change your minds about buying a place.

If only he knew…

“Yeah, we just drove in,” Dean shrugged, “wanted to take another look at the neighborhood.”

“What's goin' on?” Sam asked.

“You guys met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?”

Sam nodded. “The realtor.”

The Omega who was spraying the place like a cat.

“Well, she, uh... passed away last night.”

Shit. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sure, the woman had gotten on your nerves, but you never wanted anything to happen to her.

Dean shook his head in shock. “What happened?”

“I'm still tryin' to find out. Identified the body for the police,” Larry explained before his eyes was caught by one of the officers. “Look, I-I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now.

“It's okay,” Sam assured him understandingly.

“Excuse me.” With an apologetic smile, Larry walked off.

As soon as he was gone, Dean turned to you and Sam. “You know what we have to do, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “Get in that house.”

“See if we got a bug problem.”

“I might just go wait in the-”

“You’ll be fine,” Dean promised, cutting you off. “Unless you want to wait, alone, in the bug infested town.”

“Actually, I think I might be safer with you guys.”

You had to wait for the cops to leave before you could climb the fence into Lynda’s backyard. Dean jumped over first before Sam helped you up. On the other side, Dean was there, helping you back onto your feet. He didn’t pass the opportunity to pull you close.

The smell of his scent was a little stronger than usual…

“Dean… what are you doing?”

“You smell like Sam,” he stated, eyes roaming your lips, neck and cleavage.

Sam’s feet landed on the ground heavily. Sighing, he stood up straight and froze. “Dean.”

“What?” Dean snapped, keeping his eyes on your lips. “No one is around, Sam. Don’t need to keep up appearances now.”

Grunting, Sam stepped up behind you. “She’s supposed to smell like me.”

“And she does, that’s my problem.”

The air was getting thicker as their scents grew stronger and stronger. They were smothering you, surrounding you. It was too much...

Whimpering, you had to grip onto Dean’s jacket to keep yourself from falling as your knees gave out. “Fuck. Stop. Please.” Your eyes rolled back.

“Y/N.” They both moved to grab you, to help you, but their touch was too much.

Pushing on Dean’s chest, you stumbled away from them and landed flat on your ass. Hissing in pain, you rubbed at your tailbone, prompting them both to reach out for you again.

“Don’t!” You lifted your hands to stop them. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Y/N…” Sam turned on the puppy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you scoffed. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question? Dean, you fuck everything and anything with tits, and now you’re getting jealous because of Sam and me? And Sam, you don’t even like me, you’ve ignored me for months, why are you acting all Alpha now?” Grunting, you pulled yourself up to your feet and dusted your hands onto your jeans. “I don’t need this shit. I’m dealing with enough,” you huffed. “So can we please finish this case and move on, without another pissing contest from the two of you?”

Turning on your heels, you stormed over to one of the windows and slid it open before creeping into the house.

Dean was right behind you, followed by Sam who closed the window once he was inside. The three of you looked around instantly spotting the taped outline of where the body had been, before peeking into the bathroom where broken glass lay scattered on the floor.

“This looks like the place.”

Walking into the bathroom, Dean crouched down and lifted the towel from the floor, only to drop it. The thing was covered in dead spiders.

“Urgh!” Shuddering, you turned your back. “I hate this case!”

“You think they’re from Spider Boy?”

“Matt,” Sam corrected, a little harshly. “Maybe.”

…

The school bus came to a stop in front of Baby before Matt stepped off. Instead of heading into the development and home, though, he ducked into the nearby woods.

“Isn't his house that way?” Dean noted, pointing in the opposite direction from where Matt had disappeared.

Sam gave a short nod. “Yep.”

“So where's he goin'?”

“Can we not find out and just stay in the car?” you asked, causing both of them to turn to you. “Woods equals bugs.”

“That’s the case, Y/N,” Dean reminded you.

“Yeah, I know, and it’s the problem.”

He frowned, confused. “For years you’ve dealt with our bloody wounds and freaky monsters, but bugs are the things that push you too far?”

“Eight. Legged. Freaks. Need I say more?”

Chuckling, Sam reached for his door. “You’ll be fine. Come on.”

Begrudgingly, you followed the brothers and got out of the car before crossing the road and ducking into the woods.

“Hey, Matt. Remember me?”

Matt turned around at the sound of Sam’s voice, holding his hand up in front of him. You shuddered at the sight of the stick bug on his hand.

“What are you doin' out here?”

“Well, we wanna talk to you,” Dean started.

“You're not here to buy a house, are you?” Matt asked, earning a shake of the head from Dean. “W-wait. You're not serial killers?”

The three of you laughed.

“No, no. No, I think you're safe,” Sam assured him.

“So, Matt... you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean was not being subtle or hiding the accusation in his words.

“So?”

“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?”

“I hear she died this morning.”

“Mm, that's right. Spider bites.”

“Matt... you tried to scare Y/N with a spider,” Sam added, trying to connect the dots for the kid.

The shock on Matt’s face was instant. “Wait. You think I had something to do with that?”

Dean shrugged. “You tell us.”

“That tarantula was a joke. And I apologised.” Matt glanced at you then. “Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy.”

“You know about those?” Sam was as surprised as you were.

“There is somethin' going on here. I don't know what... but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”

Taking the lead, he started to move further into the woods. Both Sam and Dean weren’t too far behind him, but you paused. The idea made you shudder.

“Come on, Y/N,” Dean called over his shoulder, knowing you were lagging. “Unless you want to be stuck out here by yourself.”

You needed no more encouragement before you hurried on after them.

“So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam asked, a step behind Matt. “Maybe he could clear everybody out.”

“Believe me, I've tried. But, uh, Larry doesn't listen to me,” Matt explained.

“Why not?”

“Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son.”

Sam scoffed, “I hear you.”

“You do?” Dean really had no clue.

You remembered what it was like, before Sam went away. You remembered the way John had treated his sons like soldiers more often than not. You remembered how Sam fought him all the way, every day. You remembered how ugly it got when the two of them went head to head.

Thing is, you also understood them both.

John had lost the love of his life and had to raise his two sons in a world of monsters. He knew the truth, and he wasn’t going to sit by and let it destroy him. He was a man on a mission, someone that had to have a purpose. He sacrificed everything for his family, raising them in his own version of ‘right’.

Sam, though, didn’t see the point. He didn’t understand. He was sheltered at first, kept away from the violence, so he had a taste of normal. He got addicted to normal and he craved it for the rest of his life. Being held back, but trained to do the things John wouldn’t let him do… he felt like his time was being wasted, like he could do something better with his life.

They were both strong minded, stubborn and dedicated people, who just didn’t see the world in the same light.

Maybe Dean didn’t see all of that because he was always too busy following the path his father set out. He didn’t know any better, though, so you couldn’t blame him.

“Matt, how old are you?” Sam asked, not responding to Dean.

“Sixteen.”

“Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen.”

“What?”

“College,” Sam answered simply. “You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad.”

“What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family,” Dean argued.

Stopping in his tracks, Sam turned to glare at his brother.

Before either of them could say anything, you stepped between them, looking at the confused and slightly concerned kid.

“How much further?”

“We're close.”

Reaching a clearing, you came to a stop on the edge and listened. All around you, you could hear bugs. Hundreds of them.

That can’t be good.

“I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class,” Matt explained.

Dean glanced at Sam. “You two are like peas in a pod.”

Ignoring him, Sam asked Matt, “What's been happening?”

“A lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beetles... you name it. It's like they're congregating here.”

“Why?”

Matt shrugged at Dean’s question. “I don't know.”

“What's that?” Sam gestured to a dark patch of grass in the middle of the clearing.

Even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, the four of you moved closer to the darker grass. Dean took the lead, reaching out to toe at the dirt, cause it to cave in a little, creating a hole.

Crouching down, Dean grabbed a stick and poked it into the hole. “There's somethin' down there.” Putting the stick down, he reached his hand into the hole. “Come on. Come on.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm reflexively, worriedly, watching as Dean dug around. All you could imagine was him pulling out an arm covered in creepy crawlies.

Instead… he pulled out a human skull.

“Thank God.” You let out a breath. Matt turned to you, horrified. You shrugged. “Dead things I’m good with. Bugs… not so much.”

Dean pulled up outside of the local college, right outside of the Anthropology department. The three of you climbed out of the car, you with the box of bones in your arms. Sam was quick to swoop in, though

Shrugging his jacket off, he draped it over the box and took it from you.

“Thanks.” You smiled up at him.

He shrugged, smiling back. “No problem.”

Just that boyish look and gentlemanly behaviour, and you were ready to swoon.

“Come on.” He nodded for you to follow before walking around the car to where Dean was waiting. “So, a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave.”

“Yeah. Maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits?” Dean suggested as you all started towards the building. “Some unfinished business?”

“Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?”

“That's two questions,” Dean noted.

“Because ghosts are assholes, and bugs are creepy,” you answered for Sam, though you knew that wasn’t the real reason.

Sam didn’t respond to either of you.

As the silence stretched on for a few more minutes, Dean took the chance to change the subject. “Yeah, so with that kid back there... why'd you tell him to just ditch his family like that?”

“Just, uh... I know what the kid's goin' through,” Sam answered.

“How 'bout tellin' him to respect his old man, how's that for advice?”

Oh shit...

“Dean, come on.” Sam stopped walking and turned to him. “This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about.”

“Just forget it, all right? Sorry I brought it up.” Dean tried to keep walking, but Sam stopped him.

“I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.”

“So what are you sayin'? That Dad was disappointed in you?”

“Was?” Sam scoffed. “Is. Always has been.”

Dean looked at him with bewilderment. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool. Because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak.”

“Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters,” Dean muttered.

“Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house.”

Nodding, Dean stood a little straighter as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth.”

You flinched, also recalling that night. The night Sam had left...

Sam shook his head. “You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad... I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me.”

“Sam, Dad was never disappointed in you. Never,” Dean assured him. “He was scared.”

“What are you talkin' about?”

“He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin'... he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could,” Dean told him, causing Sam’s smirk to fade. “Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Why didn't you tell me any of that?” Sam asked, looking to both of you.

“Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone.” Dean shrugged.

Truth be told… you hadn’t known John was checking up on Sam. Made you wonder why no one had said anything to you, either.

“Come on,” Dean gestured over his shoulder at the building. “We're gonna be late for our appointment,” he mumbled before turning and walking away.

Bamby

[fanficshiddles]

You owe me, Chapter 13

‘Ow, stop kicking me.’ Loki growled.

‘I’m not!’

‘You are. You’re kicking my shin.’

‘Oh shut it. It’s not my fault you’re too tall.’ April huffed. ‘OWW! FUCK!’ She squealed as her hair was tugged on, hard.

‘Behave.’ Loki growled in warning.

The two of them being bundled in the boot together wasn’t the best of ideas. April was smushed up against his firm chest, her hands squashed between them. They couldn’t see a thing either because it was pitch black.

‘Or what?’ She teased, Loki could tell she was grinning. Pushing her luck.

He tugged on her hair again, making her whine. She couldn’t do anything to stop him because her hands were essentially useless. And he brought his hand harshly against her backside, even in the cramped space he still managed to deliver quite a hit.

‘Fucking, ARGHHH! Stop being such an asshole!’ She snarled at him and tried wriggling away to get a bit of space, but there was nowhere to go.

‘You are the one that’s being a brat.’ He moved his lips closer to her ear, or where he thought her ear was anyway. ‘And brats do not get away unpunished.’

‘Urgh.’ She grumbled and started squirming even more, trying to turn around. Loki smirked in amusement, he could feel her thrashing about to turn over. But props to her, she managed. Just.

Loki took advantage of her new position, he slid his hands underneath her top and moved upwards to grab her breasts now they were no longer crushed against his chest.

‘Did I say you could do that?’ She asked, but never made a move to stop him.

He chuckled darkly and nuzzled his nose into her hair as he shoved his hands inside her bra. ‘If you truly want me to stop, I will.’ He rolled her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp. ‘But we both know you don’t want me to.’

She groaned and craned her head back a bit. ‘I hate you.’

‘I know.’ He chuckled and continued manipulating her nipples.

His attentions were sending tingles straight down south for April. She squeezed her thighs together to try and get some sort of pressure, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what she wanted. What she wanted was against her lower back, she could feel it very evidently even in its confines.

Loki nipped at her earlobe, making her gasp and squirm.

Martin managed to get the car onto the boat with no problems, it only took half an hour too which he was relieved for. He drove it into an empty container and parked up.

‘Alright guys, that’s’ He trailed off when he opened the boot to find they’d both managed to push their jeans far enough down to fuck. Loki was balls deep inside of her as they lay on their sides, they froze and looked over their shoulders up at him.

‘Fucking hell! I’ll come back later.’ He quickly walked away and shut the container behind him, leaving them both to it.

Loki chuckled darkly and snapped his hips against April, making her yelp as he drove his cock deeper into her.

‘How are we going to survive in here for a week?’ April muttered as she wandered around the inside of the container. It was huge, but at the same time they had a feeling they would get cabin fever soon enough.

‘We can go out on the deck during the night, so we will have to adapt our sleeping to through the day instead.’ Loki shrugged.

‘Yeah, and pray that Martin’s boss doesn’t find us in here.’

‘You seemed very confident about this plan before, why the sudden change in mind?’ Loki frowned and walked over towards her, hands behind his back as he eyed her up closely.

April turned and leaned back against the side, looking up at him.

‘I’m still confident. I was just saying.’ She shrugged.

Loki took another step towards her, into her personal space. He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘There are plenty of ways we can pass the time.’ Loki grinned wickedly, wiggling his eyebrows in the process as his hand slipped down to grope her breast.

Martin returned a little while later to check if the two had settled in. When he opened the doors, he groaned in annoyance.

Loki had April pinned to the wall and was balls deep inside her, grunting and groaning as they fucked.

‘Really guys? Is this all you do? Fucking hell man, I need to gouge my eyeballs out after all this!’ He quickly closed the door and left the rabbits to it.

‘Poor guy. Maybe we should invite him to join?’ April smirked at Loki, but that earned her a particularly rough thrust, purposely hitting her cervix and making her yelp.

She growled at him and tried to get some leverage with her heels against the backs of his thighs, but she couldn’t get any form of control over the situation with the way he was rutting into her like a deranged animal. All she could do was hold on and take it.

The two reached their peak and Loki came with a grunt, spilling into her. She could feel him dribbling down her thighs.

‘Holy… shit.’ She panted when he slowly eased her back down to her feet.  

Loki chuckled darkly and pinned her back against the side with a hand wrapped around her neck, then he crushed his lips upon hers to steal one last kiss from her.

‘Let’s try and not be fucking when Martin comes back next time.’ He chuckled.

‘Your fault.’ April smirked.

‘Don’t push it.’ Loki said in warning.

Luckily for Martin, when he returned later they weren’t fucking each other’s brains out.

As it was night, he was able to show them around the boat and where they were permitted to go. He showed them to the toilets and to where they could get a warm meal from the kitchen if they wanted. He also pointed out where they had to avoid, just in-case of being spotted.

But the hope was that none of the people on nightshift would know if they were supposed to be there or not, so hopefully wouldn’t think anything of it.

After getting a meal from the kitchen they went back to their container and got comfortable. April lay down on the mattress and closed her eyes.

‘Oi.’ Loki whacked her with the pillow.

‘What the fuck?’ She snapped, opening her eyes to glare at him.

‘You shouldn’t sleep yet. It’s still dark. Give it a few hours so you will sleep during the day instead. Otherwise it will be difficult for us to adjust our body clocks.’

‘Shut up. I’m tired and going to sleep. You do what you want.’ She rolled over onto her side, with her back to him and pulled the blanket up over her.

Loki clenched his jaw and did his best to not retaliate. No matter how much he wanted to do so…

When Loki eventually decided to go to sleep, at a good time for him to adjust, he got comfortable next to April on the mattress and fell asleep instantly.

But he only got a short amount of sleep before he was interrupted by April sucking hungrily on his cock.

‘April.’ He growled in warning, his hips bucking up into her mouth.

He lifted the blanket up and looked under, seeing her naked with her mouth full. She glanced up at him and fluttered her eyelashes at him. He could only let his head fall back again as he moaned.

He let her finish him off, which didn’t take that long. Not with the way she was hollowing her cheeks and deepthroating him. When he came, he reached down and gripped her hair tightly to make sure she had to swallow his seed.

‘Well, thank you for that lovely blowjob. But go to sleep, it’s mid-day.’ He growled.

When she moved to the side, he rolled round onto his stomach and groaned. He was tired, which was a good sign. As it meant he was going to sleep well in the new routine.

But April was wide awake. And bored.

She jumped on Loki’s back and straddled over him. ‘I’m boooooooored. Come on, Loks! Let’s fuck!’ She whined.

‘No, April. Go to sleep.’ He snarled, not moving.

‘Come onnnnnnn.’ She tugged on his hair, making his eyes fly open.

That was a wrong move.

He pushed himself up and sat up, making her slide off him in the process. She had a smirk on her lips when he turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes at her.

‘You want to play?’ He purred.

‘Obviously.’ April nodded eagerly, licking her lips. Her nipples were hard, wanting his touch.

Loki chuckled and got up, he went over to his bag and pulled out a couple of his ties. He turned to face her, with a wicked look on his face.

He launched for her and grabbed her wrists, hauling them behind her back he tied them in place at her lower back.

‘Ooo, kinky.’ She laughed, wiggling her fingers.

Loki then used the second tie and shoved it into her mouth while tying it behind her head. Then he lifted her up, and to her confusion, he carried her over to the car.

She then realised what he was away to do, and started struggling in protest when he opened the boot.

Loki chucked her in and winked at her. ‘See you in a few hours. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll sleep.’ He said firmly, then closed the boot on her.

[imagine-loki]

You owe me, Chapter 13

TITLE: You owe me CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 13 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M

‘Ow, stop kicking me.’ Loki growled.

‘I’m not!’

‘You are. You’re kicking my shin.’

‘Oh shut it. It’s not my fault you’re too tall.’ April huffed. ‘OWW! FUCK!’ She squealed as her hair was tugged on, hard.

‘Behave.’ Loki growled in warning.

The two of them being bundled in the boot together wasn’t the best of ideas. April was smushed up against his firm chest, her hands squashed between them. They couldn’t see a thing either because it was pitch black.

‘Or what?’ She teased, Loki could tell she was grinning. Pushing her luck.

He tugged on her hair again, making her whine. She couldn’t do anything to stop him because her hands were essentially useless. And he brought his hand harshly against her backside, even in the cramped space he still managed to deliver quite a hit.

‘Fucking, ARGHHH! Stop being such an asshole!’ She snarled at him and tried wriggling away to get a bit of space, but there was nowhere to go.

‘You are the one that’s being a brat.’ He moved his lips closer to her ear, or where he thought her ear was anyway. ‘And brats do not get away unpunished.’

‘Urgh.’ She grumbled and started squirming even more, trying to turn around. Loki smirked in amusement, he could feel her thrashing about to turn over. But props to her, she managed. Just.

Loki took advantage of her new position, he slid his hands underneath her top and moved upwards to grab her breasts now they were no longer crushed against his chest.

‘Did I say you could do that?’ She asked, but never made a move to stop him.

He chuckled darkly and nuzzled his nose into her hair as he shoved his hands inside her bra. ‘If you truly want me to stop, I will.’ He rolled her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp. ‘But we both know you don’t want me to.’

She groaned and craned her head back a bit. ‘I hate you.’

‘I know.’ He chuckled and continued manipulating her nipples.

His attentions were sending tingles straight down south for April. She squeezed her thighs together to try and get some sort of pressure, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what she wanted. What she wanted was against her lower back, she could feel it very evidently even in its confines.

Loki nipped at her earlobe, making her gasp and squirm.

Martin managed to get the car onto the boat with no problems, it only took half an hour too which he was relieved for. He drove it into an empty container and parked up.

‘Alright guys, that’s’ He trailed off when he opened the boot to find they’d both managed to push their jeans far enough down to fuck. Loki was balls deep inside of her as they lay on their sides, they froze and looked over their shoulders up at him.

‘Fucking hell! I’ll come back later.’ He quickly walked away and shut the container behind him, leaving them both to it.

Loki chuckled darkly and snapped his hips against April, making her yelp as he drove his cock deeper into her.

‘How are we going to survive in here for a week?’ April muttered as she wandered around the inside of the container. It was huge, but at the same time they had a feeling they would get cabin fever soon enough.

‘We can go out on the deck during the night, so we will have to adapt our sleeping to through the day instead.’ Loki shrugged.

‘Yeah, and pray that Martin’s boss doesn’t find us in here.’

‘You seemed very confident about this plan before, why the sudden change in mind?’ Loki frowned and walked over towards her, hands behind his back as he eyed her up closely.

April turned and leaned back against the side, looking up at him.

‘I’m still confident. I was just saying.’ She shrugged.

Loki took another step towards her, into her personal space. He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘There are plenty of ways we can pass the time.’ Loki grinned wickedly, wiggling his eyebrows in the process as his hand slipped down to grope her breast.

Martin returned a little while later to check if the two had settled in. When he opened the doors, he groaned in annoyance.

Loki had April pinned to the wall and was balls deep inside her, grunting and groaning as they fucked.

‘Really guys? Is this all you do? Fucking hell man, I need to gouge my eyeballs out after all this!’ He quickly closed the door and left the rabbits to it.

‘Poor guy. Maybe we should invite him to join?’ April smirked at Loki, but that earned her a particularly rough thrust, purposely hitting her cervix and making her yelp.

She growled at him and tried to get some leverage with her heels against the backs of his thighs, but she couldn’t get any form of control over the situation with the way he was rutting into her like a deranged animal. All she could do was hold on and take it.

The two reached their peak and Loki came with a grunt, spilling into her. She could feel him dribbling down her thighs.

‘Holy… shit.’ She panted when he slowly eased her back down to her feet.  

Loki chuckled darkly and pinned her back against the side with a hand wrapped around her neck, then he crushed his lips upon hers to steal one last kiss from her.

‘Let’s try and not be fucking when Martin comes back next time.’ He chuckled.

‘Your fault.’ April smirked.

‘Don’t push it.’ Loki said in warning.

Luckily for Martin, when he returned later they weren’t fucking each other’s brains out.

As it was night, he was able to show them around the boat and where they were permitted to go. He showed them to the toilets and to where they could get a warm meal from the kitchen if they wanted. He also pointed out where they had to avoid, just in-case of being spotted.

But the hope was that none of the people on nightshift would know if they were supposed to be there or not, so hopefully wouldn’t think anything of it.

After getting a meal from the kitchen they went back to their container and got comfortable. April lay down on the mattress and closed her eyes.

‘Oi.’ Loki whacked her with the pillow.

‘What the fuck?’ She snapped, opening her eyes to glare at him.

‘You shouldn’t sleep yet. It’s still dark. Give it a few hours so you will sleep during the day instead. Otherwise it will be difficult for us to adjust our body clocks.’

‘Shut up. I’m tired and going to sleep. You do what you want.’ She rolled over onto her side, with her back to him and pulled the blanket up over her.

Loki clenched his jaw and did his best to not retaliate. No matter how much he wanted to do so…

When Loki eventually decided to go to sleep, at a good time for him to adjust, he got comfortable next to April on the mattress and fell asleep instantly.

But he only got a short amount of sleep before he was interrupted by April sucking hungrily on his cock.

‘April.’ He growled in warning, his hips bucking up into her mouth.

He lifted the blanket up and looked under, seeing her naked with her mouth full. She glanced up at him and fluttered her eyelashes at him. He could only let his head fall back again as he moaned.

He let her finish him off, which didn’t take that long. Not with the way she was hollowing her cheeks and deepthroating him. When he came, he reached down and gripped her hair tightly to make sure she had to swallow his seed.

‘Well, thank you for that lovely blowjob. But go to sleep, it’s mid-day.’ He growled.

When she moved to the side, he rolled round onto his stomach and groaned. He was tired, which was a good sign. As it meant he was going to sleep well in the new routine.

But April was wide awake. And bored.

She jumped on Loki’s back and straddled over him. ‘I’m boooooooored. Come on, Loks! Let’s fuck!’ She whined.

‘No, April. Go to sleep.’ He snarled, not moving.

‘Come onnnnnnn.’ She tugged on his hair, making his eyes fly open.

That was a wrong move.

He pushed himself up and sat up, making her slide off him in the process. She had a smirk on her lips when he turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes at her.

‘You want to play?’ He purred.

‘Obviously.’ April nodded eagerly, licking her lips. Her nipples were hard, wanting his touch.

Loki chuckled and got up, he went over to his bag and pulled out a couple of his ties. He turned to face her, with a wicked look on his face.

He launched for her and grabbed her wrists, hauling them behind her back he tied them in place at her lower back.

‘Ooo, kinky.’ She laughed, wiggling her fingers.

Loki then used the second tie and shoved it into her mouth while tying it behind her head. Then he lifted her up, and to her confusion, he carried her over to the car.

She then realised what he was away to do, and started struggling in protest when he opened the boot.

Loki chucked her in and winked at her. ‘See you in a few hours. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll sleep.’ He said firmly, then closed the boot on her.