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gothamite-rambler · 29 days ago

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Karen (holding a purse with a broken strap): Hey! Hey! You owe me my five hundred bucks!

Red Robin (sighing): No.

Karen: No?! You little brat!

Red Robin (dryly): I'm in my twneties.

Karen: Don't care, Batman, arrest him! Or like, punish him!

Batman stood on the side, eating a sandwich, looking around confused, then continued eating his sandwich pretty much checked out for the night. He had a different mission and it was slow for the night.

Red Robin: I got your purse back. Why are you mad at me?

Karen (shouting): The strap is broken!

Red Robin: Because I had to fight the snatcher for it! Then I returned it back to you! I'm not asking for a thanks, but you have to understand mistakes happen!

Karen: This is a Marc Jacobs bag, okay? Mistakes don't excuse that! This is worth so much money!

Batman walked over to the group and examined the purse.

Batman: This is a knock-off. The straps aren't that thin and don’t break easily. The stitch work is off and Marc Jacobs doesn't sell purple versions of this.

Red Robin: I didn’t want to point that out, but yeah, you have a counterfeit purse. Which is fine.

Batman (rich man opinion): It’s really not.

Red Robin (upper middle class opinion): Not everyone can afford the expensive name brand.

Batman: Saving money is a thing.

Red Robin: Would you take a walk!

Batman walked off, indifferent to the situation while continuing to eat his sandwich.

Karen (in denial): It’s not a knock-off or counterfeit! I’ll have you know my cousin knows a guy who sells these, and he said they are a hundred percent authentic.

Red Robin: Looks real, obviously fake, don’t care. Can I just pay you back and then you leave?

Karen: You— Wait, really?

Red Robin sighed, pulling out a large stack of paper money and handed the woman double what she was demanding. Karen took the money, surprised.

Karen: Oh… Well, I’m not thanking you. Here, you keep the damaged one! I took out all my valuables!

Karen stormed off, eager to score a thousand dollars. Red Robin held onto the purse and sighed, exhausted.

Red Robin (regretting some of his life choices at the moment): The purse sells for two hundred dollars, and I gave her a thousand… I better get some good karma from this.

Spoiler walked over, humming a song from Epic the Musical. Upon seeing the purse, she perked up.

Spoiler (taking the purse and looking it over): This is nice! I've never seen one of these up close! My ma's cousin Michelle has one and she's always rubbing it in our faces that she can afford one. The lady who lost this bling is lucky.

Red Robin: Nope, she pitched a fit because the strap broke when I yanked it from the thief. She didn't have to curse me out. Also, it's a knock-off.

Spoiler (not caring as she put her arm through the shorter straps): Knock-off, smock-off, this is nice. Purple too, now I can have my tumbler match my bag! Oh wait, can I keep it?

Red Robin: The strap is broken.

Spoiler (checking the broken strap): Boy, please! My ma has a sewing machine. But to be fair, the short straps are still intact. It's so spacious too. Please let me keep it, or I'll buy it off you.

Red Robin (shrugging): It's yours. Happy birthday or whatever.

Spoiler grinned happily and then hugged Red Robin.

Spoiler: And my ma said you can't be friends with your exes.

Red Robin: To be fair, her ex is Cluemaster.

Spoiler shrugged, walking off with her new purse while Red Robin followed her, smiling at her energy.

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gguk-n · 7 months ago

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Balancing Act (Daniel Riccardo x Jung Hoseok's manager!Reader)

No face claim. Pictures from Pinterest

Wishing Daniel all the best with his future endeavours 😭😭

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{Reader's POV}

When I had joined BigHit, I has started working as an assistant to BTS's manager. He was a kind and helpful man, who made transitioning to the job so easy. The boys were also very kind and understanding. It was a blast to work with them honestly. Later, as I gained more experience I was assigned to other groups. I did miss hanging out with the boys; I missed Hobi the most.

After I had stopped working with BTS, that was when I realised that I had a crush on Hoseok. I told myself it was due to the close proximity or the fact that he was just kind, but he was kind to everyone. And I decided to bury those feelings since K-Pop agencies didn't take dating lightly. Even though I barely saw Hobi at this point, my heart would always beat really hard and I would find myself looking for him in common spaces.

Whenever Hobi had individual schedules, I was brought back. The first time I had to work with him after I realised that I love him was nerve wrecking to say the least but Hobi's energy made me feel right at ease and I've never felt so relaxed before. I practically became his personal manager after Hobi started having individual schedules. He was a joy to be around and his energy and laughter was infectious. The tiny crush I had denied having had turned into a full blown infatuation. But, what was I supposed to do when Hobi would smile and sweetly greet me, even going as far to get me coffee. I couldn't not love him.

I was travelling with Hobi for his performances and the final promotion shooting before he was supposed to go for his mandatory military enlistment when I realised I had to tell him. The major reason being that I felt like maybe he liked me. It was the way his eyes would look at me or the way he would softly utter my name. I just felt it in my bones, he liked me. Oh, how wrong I was.

"Hope, congratulations on a successful promotion and preparing so much for ARMY" I said patting his back. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you" he laughed his infectious belly laugh. "No no, you are very talented. You could've managed with out me" I insisted. "Nope, my english is so bad, I would've never left my hotel room if not for you" he reasoned. I smiled at him, this was the right moment. "Don't mention it Hobi, just doing my job. I wanted to talk to you about something" I said, it made my tummy rumble and knot up. "Sure" he said turning his full attention on me. I breathed in deeply before saying, "I like you a lot, I've liked you for a while. Will you go out with me?" I asked looking at my feet. I heard Hobi sigh, this wasn't a good thing; "I'm sorry, Manager Y/L/N." he mumbled. The last name hurt. "I've never liked you that way and I'm sorry if I ever gave you the wrong impression. You are a good friend and colleague who I'm grateful to have but I don't feel that way" he apologised. I laughed dryly, "Yeah, it's okay." I sighed trying to hold back tears. "Let's still be friends. I don't want to lose a friend because of my stupid mistake" I croaked out. "You won't. I promise" he said trying to hug me. I walked back. "I have to give the company report on your schedule and stuff. Good luck with the military. I'll see you once you're back" I shouted out backing away. I had tears in my eyes as I turned the corner.

I may have cried myself to sleep for a few days after that but knowing Hoseok was leaving for the military and I wouldn't have to see him for a while made things easier. I knew I needed a change of scenery and pace so I took a few months off and went on a vacation.

I was in Spain when I met Daniel. He was charming, charismatic and easy to get along with. He would make me laugh and had great joy remembering how we met. "Excuse me" I asked tapping the tall man in front of me. He was wearing a hat and sun glasses. "Hi, Nice to meet you. Would you like a photograph or an autograph?" he asked turning around. I was so confused. "No, I just wanted directions. Can you help?" I asked. He tipped his sunglasses down his nose, scanned me up and down, "You are breath taking" he whispered. I felt a blush creep up my face. "Thank you" I mumbled pointing to a name on my phone, "Do you know where this is?" I asked. "Sadly, I don't but my friend does." he said calling his friend 'Carlos', he sounded Spanish when he spoke to me and gave me the directions. I thanked the two men and started walking in the directions when the taller man with an Australian accent ran up to me, "Hey! I'm Daniel and I don't know if this is crazy but you are so pretty and I just can't let you walk away so would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked. "Sorry, I'm trying to get over someone right now" I said apologetically. "Nothing better than a shoulder to lean on as you get over a stupid man" he winked. "Let's have a drink together. You can tell me all about your relationship woes and I will patiently wait for when you are ready to date me" he laughed. "I don't drink with strangers" I pointed out, walking away.

After that, I met him in Austria again. It was as if the stars were aligning and that's when I finally agreed to have coffee with him. He was a great listener and would give good advice. As I spoke to him and got to know him, we did end up on a date, a few weeks after Austria. I was continuing my trip in Europe and he had work in Europe, it seemed. It was only after a few dates, did he tell me that he was a Formula One Driver. I almost didn't believe him until I Googled him. I may have spent way too much of my time watching Daniel Riccardo funny videos and his interviews and his race highlights.

We decided to keep our relationship on the down low for a while since I did have to go back to work after my vacation. The vacation was the best thing I did for myself. Daniel would visit me if he was at a race near by which was many months later since he was in Singapore and Japan but I cherished every moment I got to spend with him. After his season was over, he was in Seoul to spend some of his holidays with me. I loved waking up to Daniel in bed or to a nice cooked meal when I got back from work. He would joke about being my stay at home wife and we would laugh as we enjoyed the meal. We would explore the streets of South Korea and even going on small weekend getaways so I could show Daniel around.

He did return to Australia to spend time with his family but we would constantly be texting each other or on call. After almost a year of dating, Daniel asked me to come to a race of his, specifically Spain since that was the country where we first met. I cleared up my calendar and I was off.

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danielriccardo Happy 1 year baby!!🥰🥰I've never been happier than I've been with you!! I love you!!❤️❤️

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y/n.y/l/n Happy 1 year to the man who never fails to make my heart flutter!!😭😭Thank you for being the best boyfriend ever!!😘😘Love you more than I can explain🥰🥰

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After the Spanish race, I wasn't able to join him any other races due to work until that fateful call; "hi babe" I chirped. "hey" he greeted, his voice heavy. "What happened?" I asked. "Nothing" he hummed. "Don't lie to me" I reprimanded. "Nothing gets past you, does it?" he chuckled. "Nope" I grinned. "Now spill Danny" I prompted. "It's just.... they might be booting me by the next race" he sulked. "What? Are they crazy? How could they do that? Is this allowed? Can I file a complaint?" I rambled. He laughed. "No, and it's okay. It was gonna happen, I had a feeling" he said. "Now I feel bad, I should've taken time off to see my wonderful boyfriend race" I sulked. "It's okay, you can come to Singapore" he pointed out. "yes!! We'll celebrate!! It's your last race in F1 and we're going to go out with a bang" I said already making plans in my head. Daniel smiled at me, "I can't wait"

I flew to Singapore on Thursday; I will always regret not going to more of his races. We had a blast, there was a rumour going around that Daniel was leaving but there was no official announcement so he couldn't say anything. I spent the better half of the weekend consoling Daniel and trying to make the best of the situation. After the race and the interviews, we walked out of the paddock hand in hand, "I'm so proud of you. Being in a sport for 12-13 years and giving it your all. Being smart, talented and wonderful, being one of the best drivers and helping others learn from you all with a smile is hard, in any field let alone something like formula one. Being a friend when you are all competitors is a talent. I love you so much for doing so well" I said, stopping to cup his cheeks and kissing him. "I love you Y/N" he said in tears. "I love you more" I smiled. "No more crying, you are the best driver" I stated. "To you" he corrected. "And that's all that matters Riccardo" I pointed out. "yes it does" he hummed and started walking out hand in hand. "I'm gonna mooch off you now" he laughed. "I will gladly let you mooch off me" I smiled. "Love you Dan" I said taking his hand to my lips and pressing a kiss. "And I love you" he kissed my hand.

We were both saps but we were each others sap. I couldn't have hoped to meet someone better than him and some one who loves me more than him.

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multi-stays · 1 month ago

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The Peacock

Paring: Dom!Stripper!Minho X Sub!Male!Reader

Genre: Smut/18+ MDNI

Summary: You always admired The Peacock’s sexy moves on the strip pole from afar but tonight, Changbin has different plans for you.

Note: Made a lot of last-minute changes to this or it would have been out sooner, also Changbin (My Pookie) is a character. Listened to a lot of “Girl in Red” whilst writing :)

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✨💜Warnings below the cut💜✨

Proofread: TeeHee<3 Nope

Warnings: Dead Dove: Don’t Eat, Urolagnia, unprotected sex, spit play, kissing (mouth, body, nipples, etc), dirty whore Lee Know, mentions of alcohol, eating/licking cum and urine, groping, humping, *tw* consensual rape (it’s confusing but it’s how I wrote it), Lee Know in heels, super gross, pet names/praise, cussing….Lmk if there are more, enjoy!

Blaring music, flashing lights, the gross smell of alcohol, and half-naked people. All the sights and sounds of your favorite strip club to go to. Not only was it your favorite because your best friend Changbin ran the place and you got away with whatever you wanted. But also because of him, The Peacock. You came to know his real name was Minho from Changbin and he loved messing with you about how much you liked him.

“Eyeing up them tail feathers aren't ya,” “ bet I know why he named himself The Peacock,” he would tease.

But tonight was different in more ways than one. Typically Minho would be on the center stage, every night till dawn. Then at the end of the night, the curtains would close and he'd be taken under the floor into his dressing room. Tonight he was in the side cage and only doing half of his normal routine. “He must be hurt!” you thought to yourself, then you seen Changbin.

“Looking extra sexy tonight my friend,” he said twirling you around to eye up your curves in the satin shirt you put on.

Changbin pulled you in close, pecking a small kiss on your cheek then sat down on the stool across from you.

“You've probably noticed I put your friend in the side cage for tonight, but I have a good reason,” he said swirling the ice around in his glass.

“So you put him there! I thought he was hurt,” you said with a sigh. Relieved he wasn't hurt but now you had a bigger question. Why? He was Changbin’s best performer and everyone paid a high price to see him.

“He's saving his energy so he can give you his all in the solo performance I got you with him,” he said smirking through the glass, as he took a small sip from his drink. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, you knew Changbin was up to no good.

“I'm sorry. You did what?!” your mind was racing fast and your heart even faster. He actually expected you to go to a private room with The Peacock and keep yourself from passing out.

“He said he's noticed you before and he thinks you're cute,” he said glancing over at Minho who was dancing with money being thrown between the bars.

“Room five. He’ll be waiting and he doesn't like being kept waiting,” he said with a wink, then he left.

You didn't know whether to go in or just leave a note saying it was a mistake. But Changbin told you he said he thought you were cute. That sunk in your mind deeply and penetrated through everything else.

You thought you looked pretty sexy tonight and with what confidence you had, you decided to go.

Opening the door you could tell Changbin had your room dazzled up. It was one of the bigger rooms so it had everything in it. Lights, a big bed with red pillows, a strip pole, and a random chest. Upon opening the chest you were met with lube, dildos, and all kinds of other sex toys.

You were relieved you made it into the room before he did but you were definitely not doing tonight sober. So you took an old scotch off the top shelf of the pretty glass cabinet and poured yourself a drink.

You sat down on the edge of the bed surprised by the velvet bedspread, it felt nice and very expensive. You tried your best to calm yourself before he came but before you could you heard the clicking of heels against the marble floor and knew that could only be one person.

Autumn red hair, a black Gucci t-shirt, and the cutest pair of red striped stockings you've ever seen accompanied with his signature Peacock heels. God was he sexy.

He stared at you from the doorway, smirking at you devilishly with those eyes of his. Your body could feel them dragging along all your curves and instantly you could feel the heat start to rise on your face.

He waltzed over to the pole, clearly in control and clearly confident of his body movements. He swayed his hips so seductively as he straddled the pole, pressing it between his ass cheeks.

“What’ll it be tonight hun, a dance?” he asked wiggling his butt as he arched his back on the pole.

“Or a lap dance?” your breath hitched in your throat and your body stiffened. Just the thought of him touching you had you hard as a rock. You crossed your legs hoping he wouldn't notice but his sharp cat eyes that peered at you over his shoulder said otherwise.

He twirled around the pole to face you, squatting down with his legs cocked open exposing his beautiful and half-limp penis through the stockings. The little bump between his legs was so perfect and you couldn't help but eye him up as he rubbed his hands down his thighs.

Your eyes darted everywhere but at him as he stood up, the sound of his heels was getting closer making a beeline towards you, but then it stopped.

“Can I touch you?” he asked softly, his breath hitting your turned cheek that was too scared to face him.

“Please do,” you whimpered hoping he would dominate you and take control of the situation.

You felt his hand on your chin as he turned your face to meet his. The smirk was back on his face and you couldn't help but melt into his touch.

He leaned into your ear and whispered “Want a dance cutey?”

He grabbed your hand and bent over in front of you, guilding your hand to touch his back. “Touch me” he moaned, swaying his body in front of you and sliding his hands up his body to his neck.

You let your hands slide up his shirt and along his back, following his movements as he slowly turned around. Your hands were now on his stomach, feeling the vibrations from the low moans that came from his throat.

“Do you mind if I use you?” he asked placing his hands on yours and sliding them down to his cock, leaving it there as he raised his hands in the air. He danced with the muffled music that was playing outside the room and you could see his penis harden at your touch through the soft fabric of his stockings. “I've seen the way you look at me and I know what you've told Changbin. It's cute.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and straddled your legs. He pressed his hard penis into yours and swirled his hips, using you to pleasure himself.

You leaned in and kissed him, genuinely trying to taste him. You felt so many things at once, you slowly went from shy to confident when you felt his hand squeeze your cheeks open. A hot strand of his spit slid down your throat making your penis twitch against him.

He darted his tongue into your mouth making your eyes roll to the back of your head. With each suck on his tongue you could feel yourself becoming more desperate for friction and obviously, he noticed too.

“Take your pants off,” he said softly into the kiss. He stood up with you and kissed all over your body. As a new layer of your clothes came off, his mouth would find its way there. While trying to take your belt off he swirled his tongue around your nipple, making it impossible to focus.

“Help me, help me,” you moaned out motioning to your pants that were still on. He obliged, kissing down your belly and taking your belt off with ease. He pulled away and took your pants off, throwing them beside the bed somewhere.

You tried to pull him back into another kiss but he walked away, reminding you he was still very much in control. He walked over to a big curtain that until now you hadn't noticed. He stepped beside it and pulled the curtain off, revealing a giant mirror that showed the entire bed.

“You know how unprofessional it is for me to have sex with you,” he said slowly walking closer to you with his sexy heels clicking the whole way.

He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you towards the mirror. “If I'm gonna be dirty, I at least want to see how beautiful you look when you moan my name.”

You stared deeply into his eyes through the mirror and let your body fall back into his, pressing your ass against his erection.

You laid your head back on his shoulder, exposing your neck. “Just fuck me” you whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in and started sucking on the soft skin of your neck, rolling it through his teeth and moaning into your skin.

When he pulled away you could see the big purple mark he left on you and a toothy smile on his face through the glass.

He slowly kissed the big bruise and slid his hands down to your underwear. He hooked his fingers under the soft fabric and pulled them down to your ankles so you could kick them the rest of the way off.

Your hard cock sprung free, twitching and leaking precum down your leg.

“Leaking for me hun, how sweet,” he moaned.

He pulled his stockings down just enough to pull his cock out and reached around you to stroke your penis. He grabbed your jaw and yanked it toward the mirror. “Watch for me hunny.”

His hands were soft and his fingers were long, wrapping around your penis perfectly, it felt like heaven. He curled his fingers around your tip and gathered as much of your liquid as possible.

With his hand full of your precum he stroked himself, lubing up his penis with your essence. He lined his penis up with your tight hole and pushed in hard. Your body jolted with each rough thrust of his curved penis and his balls slapped against your ass, stinging you slightly.

His hand stayed on your chin, positioning you so you had to watch the sinful display in front of you through the mirror. His other hand rested on your waist, holding you still to fuck up into you.

“Moan my name, I'm sure you know it well,” he said quickening his rough movements and licking your neck.

“Fuck Minho, so full mmm,” you moaned trying not to come undone before he did.

“Shit I'm gonna piss, your too fucking cute,” he said with a moan.

You felt a warm, wet liquid come out of your asshole and run down your leg. The once soft feeling of his penis was replaced with something more raw and rough.

Minho smirked in satisfaction as his piss ran down both of your legs and made a giant puddle where you stood. His heels squished and clacked in the puddle, matting the long shag carpet together.

His penis now slid into your ass easily but with more friction, the long curve of his penis that was squelching in your body felt like nothing you'd ever felt before.

The sight in the mirror was gross and blissful, a combination you never seen before. Everything he did surprised you and you loved it.

“Cum for me. Cum for me now I want to see it,” and almost instantly you did. Your body listened to his every command and orgasmed over his voice.

Your white ropes went everywhere including on Minho’s heels, making your mind go fuzzy. Just the sight of your milky cum running down his sparkly heels had you panting and wanting more.

“What a good boy, cumming for me when I asked,” he said fucking his penis roughly up in you a few more times before cumming in your sore hole. His hips jolted with each pump of his cum, making you feel even more full. “Fuck,” he moaned letting his head fall forward and rest on your shoulder, the sweat making your skin stick to his.

You could see through the mirror that he had finally stopped orgasming with his hand perched on your shoulder tightly. He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together again. “Just hold still.”

Quickly he fucked up into you, using the sensitivity to force himself to pee in you again. “Fuck its warm,” you moaned unbothered and more so flattered he wanted to overstim himself using your body.

“I need to… I need to,” he moaned as you felt his warm pee run down your legs and hit the floor in a small trickle.

He pulled out with a quick yank of his hips and all the fluids came pouring out of you. Runny yellow-tainted cum came gushing down your legs.

Minho looked over his shoulder at the mess he created clearly amused. His cock was sensitive and he knew your hole would be even more. He grabbed the tip of his penis, circling his thumb around it, and walked over to the bed. He sat down and motioned for you to follow.

He took his cum covered shoe off and began licking it. “I needed a taste of us 'cause fuck was that amazing,” he said with a moan. “I’ll be seeing you again right?”

“Yes please, I've never felt so sexy,” you said crawling up on the bed beside him.

“I gotta go now but here,” and he handed you a small card with the address to Changbin’s club on it and his name “The Peecock”.

“So that's how you spell your name, makes a lot more sense now,” you said scanning your eyes over his wet clothes and the big mess in front of the mirror.

He put his shoe back on, still wet and not in the slightest bit clean. “I held on a lot longer than I thought I would, you're too fucking cute not to piss over.” Then he walked out, covered in pee and cum but he looked sexy doing it cause he didn't give a fuck.

You decided to hold onto that card as a little memento from your first meeting, besides you knew exactly where to find him and after that, it was never hard to get his attention in a crowd.

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scariusaquarius · 4 days ago

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rehab. 25.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

A/n: Now we get to see some nice comfort before the REAL start of the story begins ;) and please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes, i was very tired at the time of posting this rip. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

Author: ScariusAquarius

rehab masterlist. chapter 22 / chapter 23 / chapter 24

After the bath, Natasha had wrapped (Y/n) up in a fluffy robe that felt so soft yet strange against her skin. (Y/n) had never felt the texture of microfiber before, and the feeling of the cloth brushing against her scarred skin had the woman shivering slightly. Her feet padded silently against the ground as Natasha stretched, saying with a gentle smirk.

"That was definitely needed. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. Why don't we get something to eat as well?"

(Y/n) didn't respond, just following Natasha closely as they began to exit the hall, but Natasha's body freezing and tensing had (Y/n) immediately become alert.

Her fingers clenched, the muscles in her calves tensing, and (Y/n) ears began to listen closely. She could hear Shuri speaking softly with someone, two sets of footsteps accompanying her as well as the swishing of a cape and wheels squeaking on the ground.

"...the extent of his injuries, we will need to monitor him for a while. To be honest, I'm not surprised that Sergeant Barnes did this to him."

Steve's voice rang out, his tone steeled and upset.

"How did he even know where Rollins' was in the first place? As far as I was aware, nobody has heard or seen Bucky since the mission."

Their steps became closer, and though Natasha tried to block the hall with her body, (Y/n) was still able to peek over her shoulder to see the group walking by.

The second that (Y/n) eyes connected with Rollins' unconscious and bloodied, swollen face, her whole body froze. A ringing sounded within her ears, and though she did not notice it, her body began to shake violently. Her robe loosened slightly, the warmth being replaced by the freezing cold and sending her further into her panic.

Natasha immediately turned as Shuri cursed and rushed forward so (Y/n) could no longer see Rollins. Steve froze, his eyes widening at the sight of the panicking soldier before he jumped into action, kneeling beside Natasha while he asked.

"What can I do?"

Natasha hissed slightly, pushing Steve away just the slightest.

"Give her some space. She's not going to snap out of this so easily."

Steve pursed his lips before staying next to Natasha as they watched (Y/n) spiral out of control.

Holiday.

She was sitting in the Mind chair, her activation words echoing through her mind and reverbing through her as Rollins stood in front of her, a neutral yet disgusted look upon his face. The pain within her temples was unbearable, static ringing within her ears, and the second she bared her teeth at him; his hand smacked against her cheek as hard as it could before she was forced back down into the chair for another round.

Cross.

Her mission was a success, but even the soldier knew that there was never any complete satisfaction for a job-well-done. There were things to improve; behaviors that were unbecoming of a Winter Soldier. She would be reprimanded for not striving to do her very best, even if she had. The soldier knew this very well, even as she clutched onto the post outside in the freezing cold; naked and bleeding as a whip cracked down upon her back over and over and over with Rollins' cruel laughter her only music.

Shatter.

Although the soldier couldn't remember the exact incident that caused for her to be punished, she remembered the punishment quite well. There were tears in her eyes as Rollins lied a top of her, rope around her neck that he held tight enough to cut off her air-supply. Her hands were tied behind her back, legs complacently spread as he moved above her, hissing out how 'disgusting' and 'vile' she was to him; forcing her to look at herself in a dirtied mirror in the corner with her dead eyes staring right back at her.

'It's okay, (Y/n), we're here with you.'

Stimulation.

A good soldier is to never speak unless spoken to and given permission, and this was a rule that had been engraved in her since the beginning. Rollins had tested her; silently quizzing her on her ability to remember her place, and she had failed. The soldier remembered the way Rollins' had punched her so hard that teeth came flying out of her jaw. The glint of silver caught her eye, and that's when he began to cut into the skin of her mouth; carving and slicing as he threatened and screamed all the while.

'Just breathe. We're not going anywhere.'

Integrity.

She had tried to fight back for the first time when Rollins had attacked her, swinging her fists and trying to connect with him after he had beaten her again. She was angry, screaming and furious and wild as the soldier ran at him, but Rollins had always been one step ahead. The soldier hadn't seen the group of agents with the cattle prods, and before she could actually hit the man, all she remembered was electricity and heat and a boot continuously kicking her in the stomach until her ribs gave away and she was vomiting blood. They never stopped. They never ever stopped.

I want to go home.

Sport.

"My mother used to bring me and my big brother here all the time," a gentle laugh. "He used to make fun of me because I was afraid of the bugs! Mom would get so upset with us for bickering." A moment of silence, a distant rustle of the trees and the sweet scent of wild flowers and soft cologne. "I truly miss James so much."

Axis.

The training sessions were always brutal. Every step, every swing, every counter was to be precise and without fail. The soldier hated living within his shadow, a part of her knowing that she would never amount to the accomplishments of The Winter Soldier; could never be better than he was. She knew this the best when his hits would knock her down; never relenting as Rollins stood in the background as he observed and watched with dissatisfaction.

'(Y/n), it isn't real.'

Assumption.

"This particular aircraft should constitute precise control, angular velocity, and torque while maintaining stability and direction due to the rotation of the nacelles, which are determined by the lift vector," her voice echoed within her mind. "so, due to this, the Bell X-22 aircraft will not only be great for speed, but for maneuvering in times of evasive action."

North.

The thunder roared in the distance, her eyes staring out the window as the rain came pouring down. It was the only time she remembered feeling peace within her cell; the pattering of the water against the window like her own percussion solo concert. Her fingers drummed slightly in time with the droplets, dried and crusted blood falling from her fingers as she moved them. She always did like the rain.

Aurora Borealis.

"(Y/n)?"

Her eyes were staring into baby blues, her hands clutching onto flesh and vibranium like a vice. Her heart was still racing and pounding, but the scent of ivory soap invaded her nostrils and instantly grounded her. Her cheeks were soaked and hot, her eyes feeling swollen and painful, and she was aware of blood trickling down her temples from where she had gripped her hair and scalp too tightly.

(Y/n) was trembling, staring into his eyes as she continued to hold onto him, and she was subtly confused. Where had he come from? Why was she holding onto him so tightly? Why did he even care?

Her breathing was slowing, his voice soft and patient as he coaxed her, his presence overwhelming to her and the woman feeling so small beneath him.

"There you go."

Staring into the eyes of Bucky Barnes, (Y/n)'s lips trembled again as fresh tears filled her eyes and her nose dribbled with snot as she cried out.

"I want to go home!"

Bucky's voice was shaky, trying to hide the broken feeling inside from the knowledge that she could never go home because of him.

"I know...I'm sorry."

She was sobbing hard and loud, her chest tight and lungs hurting but unable to stop from the weight of the memories hitting her. Bucky wasn't sure what to do, especially with her gripping his arms so hard that he was surprised his flesh arm hadn't caved beneath the strength of her hands.

His voice was caught within the back of his throat, his esophagus closing up with every possible thing he wanted to say; all of the apologies he wanted to plead to her. However, Bucky knew that there was no amount of apologies that could change the past.

Give them a new face to look at.

"Я здесь." (i'm here)

He stayed sitting in front of her, allowing her to continue to grip onto him despite feeling as though he had no right to be here comforting her. But Peter's words were ringing loudly in his ears repeatedly; reminding him of why he was here in the first place.

Bucky hadn't been able to sleep after visiting Rollins. His adrenaline was too high, his breathing too hard, and his mask was sitting next to him as Bucky perched high on one of the landings on the outside of the Citadel.

The wind was blowing gently, his hair swaying slightly with the wind, and although Bucky was completely concealed, he still had a clear view of Shuri's lab where (Y/n) was standing in the window; her eyes wide as she looked out into the Wakandan night.

Even after thrashing Rollins around, Bucky still didn't feel any better. He knew, deep down, it wouldn't have.

It was just something that was a long-time coming.

The silence had been broken with the sound of someone landing softly next to him, and Bucky glanced to see Peter taking off his mask and letting out a big sigh. For a moment, Peter said nothing, sensing the turmoil within Bucky by the way the man was quiet, tensed, and guarded.

"Um, Mr. Barnes, er, Bucky-sir, can I...say something?"

Bucky didn't answer him. Instead, Bucky's jaw clenched just the slightest; trying not to snap at Peter. He was just a kid, after all. A sweet, nosy, annoying-ass kid. Peter took a leap of faith, saying slowly and cautiously.

"So… not really great at this kind of thing, but… you looked like you could use someone not judging you. I’m good at that. Not judging, I mean."

Peter's ears went red, and Bucky slightly huffed a laugh through his nose as he listened to Peter stumble over himself. Peter then gently continued.

"I'm pretty sure I said this before but, uh, I could...be wrong, but I don’t know everything you’ve been through...but, I guess in a way, I understand a bit."

Peter paused for a moment, looking out at the kingdom as his feet swayed just the slightest as they hung over the ledge.

"There was this girl in my class that I had the biggest crush on. I mean, I couldn't stop embarrassing myself in front of her...it was kind of sad, now that I think about it..."

Bucky smirked just the slightest although Peter didn't notice.

"I asked to her to Homecoming...and then I found out her dad was this really bad guy called the Vulture. I don't know if you know anything about that, it's not really one of my greatest hits as Spiderman, but...it was really hard for me to deal with it because...on one hand, I really, really wanted to make Liz happy and go to the dance with her, you know?"

Peter hesitated for a moment, fiddling with his mask before he continued.

"But on the other hand, all I could think about was the fact her dad was a villain. So, I left her at the dance to stop her dad from doing some really bad things...and saving the day...didn't really feel like I saved anything at all."

Peter turned to Bucky then, his eyes soft yet twinged with a rekindled sadness.

"I know that maybe it doesn't really feel like it...but maybe saving someone doesn’t always look like it does in the movies. Sometimes it just means being there when they need you, even if they don’t know it yet."

Bucky finally looked at Peter, his eyes calm but a swirl of pain still dancing behind his baby blue irises.

"You think I deserve to...even when I'm the one that helped HYDRA do this to her?"

Peter didn’t answer right away. His brows furrowed, and he glanced down at his hands, fiddling with the fabric of his suit.

“I don’t know if it’s about deserving, exactly. I think it’s about choosing to try anyway. Even if it’s hard. Even if people don’t get it. Even if you don’t.”

Bucky was quiet, examining Peter as the young man looked at him, and Bucky shook his head after a moment.

"You're nosy as hell, Queens, you know that?"

Peter winced, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah...Mr. Stark likes to remind me of that a lot."

When Bucky came back into the present, (Y/n) was staring right at him, her sobs reduced to small sniffles and trembling lips as she gazed at him, and Bucky just sighed slightly before he stated softly, his words holding a weight that transcended through time and familiarity.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."

For a moment, the woman hesitated; unsure of what to reply with before she whimpered weakly.

"You left...to retrieve my Handler..."

Her words gutted Bucky for a moment, his body tensing just the slightest before the woman asked weakly.

"...Everything...wasn't a test?"

Bucky immediately shook his head, replying gently though his words were firm.

"No. Nothing was a test. I just had some unfinished business to take care of...some long and very overdue business."

The image of Rollins' bloodied face flashed through (Y/n)'s mind, and she looked down at the ground for a moment before she stiffened at the sight of Bucky's hand slowly coming up with a cloth. Her hand fell from his arm, falling to join the other hand that was still gripping his vibranium hand, and Bucky began to slowly wipe the blood off of (Y/n)'s face and temples.

"And I also think that it's been time for dinner for a while. You hungry?"

For a moment, (Y/n) didn't respond; mulling over his every action and word before she slowly nodded.

"Okay."

Bucky, although still feeling downtrodden by everything, couldn't help but to allow the smallest smile come across his face before he carefully stood up, holding a hand out for the woman; who stared at his hand with wide eyes. Bucky said nothing, patiently waiting for the woman to decide.

Then, her hand slipped into his slowly as the warmth began to come back to her; the cold no longer seeping into her like a parasite.

STORY NOTES: After their bath together, Natasha and (Y/n) are coming out of the bathhall while Shuri, Steve, Tony, and Vision are transporting Rollins to the lab for to administer medical attention. Despite Natasha's efforts to keep (Y/n) from seeing the man, (Y/n) peeks over Natasha's shoulder to see what is going on. When she sees Rollins, however, (Y/n) is instantly triggered and begins to breakdown. Steve attempts to help, but Natasha, understanding what is happening, tells Steve that there isn't much that they can do for (Y/n).

(Y/n) begins to have a montage of flashbacks: Rollins using a whip on her when she did not perform on a mission well, Rollins raping her, Rollins beating her when (Y/n) failed a test of obedience, a time when she tried to fight back against Rollins, a conversation with Rebecca [although (Y/n) does not remember her], a training session with Bucky when he was still the Winter Soldier, an exhibit of her project on the Bell X-22 when she worked at the CIA, and the calm of a thunderstorm after another alluded beating from Rollins.

(Y/n) snaps out of her stupor when Bucky suddenly calls her name, the familiarity of the soap he uses grounding and distracting her for a moment. Bucky coaxes her to calm down slowly, his efforts effective as she begins to calm, and when (Y/n) has mental clarity again, she professes her desire to 'go home'. Bucky, however, feels horrible at the words and quietly apologizes to her; the weight of her words heavy upon his shoulders. Bucky stays with (Y/n) a while longer while she continues to cry, and Bucky thinks back on a conversation he had with Peter while seeking solitude outside of the Citadel.

He remembers how Peter had approached him and asks to talk to him. Bucky doesn't answer him at first, so Peter continues to speak. He tells Bucky about his crush on Liz Allen during Spiderman: Homecoming and how he found out that her dad was The Vulture. He talks about the difficulty of choosing to stay at the dance with Liz or to confront her dad, and he states that 'saving the day didn't really feel like saving anything at all'. Peter tells Bucky that even if it doesn't feel as though he's saving (Y/n), it isn't always going to be so cut-and-dry. Bucky then asks if Peter thinks that Bucky deserves to help her, and Peter responds that it isn't a matter of deserving, but a matter of trying, even if it's hard or unexplainable.

When Bucky comes back to the present, Bucky apologizes again the (Y/n), his words holding double-meaning, and (Y/n) points out that he left to retrieve Rollins. She asks if everything really wasn't a test, and Bucky confirms, stating that he just had some 'unfinished business' to take care of with Rollins. Bucky begins to gently clean the blood from (Y/n)'s face where she had dug her fingers into her scalp and tore her skin, and he asks if (Y/n) wanted to get something to eat. (Y/n) agrees, and Bucky holds his hand out for the woman to take, and (Y/n) finally reaches out; no longer feeling cold. End Scene.

TRANSLATION:

Я здесь. - I'm here

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imaginespazzi · 2 months ago

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Alright so I slept on it, distracted myself and I have now cooled down considerably. Since I am no longer looking at the game through completely rage-filled glasses, I can vent coherent thoughts now.

LAYUPS

FUCKING LAYUPS

Listen losing games is always hard, but the sheer stupidity that lost us this game is hard to discern in words and really starts with layups. We make literally 3 more, and we would have won. The most simplest there is in basketball and we decided that we wanted to suck at it. And look you don't make every shot, of course you don't but HOW MANY FUCKING OPEN LAYUPS CAN A TEAM MISS?

Brief positive interlude, before I start yelling: KK ARNOLD I LOVE YOU. I am so proud of this girl. A true competitor from start to finish. Never fucking scared of the moment, always ready to do everything she can.

Aubrey Griffin is starting to look like herself again. She was so good last night and everything we're used to seeing. Just keep healing bbg, we're gonna need you real bad.

Sarah Strong, consistent queen as per always but she made that freshman mistake at the end and while it would be hypocritical not to acknowledge it, I really can't hold it against her because homegirl was the only starter locked in from start to finish and for some fucking reason we didn't go to her nearly enough in the second.

And now let's get to the venting

Jana El Alfy I cannot keep defending this. YOU ARE 6 FUCKING 5. Look I have had so much to say about her not getting the time she deserves but oh my fucking god, I don't know if I can defend this anymore. Missing easy ass layups, somehow letting people a feet shorter shoot over you like??? I cannot

Kaitlyn Chen girl what the fuck are you here for? Cardio. She pleasantly surprised for me exactly two games but nope, I was right the first time. There is absolutely no reason, other than a likely promise Geno made while recruiting her, for her to be starting over KK.

Ashlynn Shade, you are so lucky girlie that you play with Paige and Azzi and they also both had shitty as fuck nights that I will address in a second because girl, that's the only thing saving you from not being lashed out into oblivion on other social media sites right now. I have absolutely no idea she was ever in the game let alone how she was getting minutes over KK. Defense? Atrocious. Offense? MISSING WIDE OPEN LAYUPS AND THREES. No one pissed me off more this game than Ash because shit should've been easy for her and instead she missed every single chance she had.

Paige saw all those tweets manifesting her freshman year Tennessee performance by a bunch of people who don't know anything else about that game except for the magical shot at the end and voila, she performed exactly like that. Maybe worse. And don't worry friends, I'll be yelling at her coach in a second but the one thing I can't complain about today is that he didn't put the ball in her hands because he did and we saw it in the assists but she didn't play up to the mark at all. And for as much as her performance was a classic case of shots not falling, her shot selection was uncharacteristically bad last night.

Y'all know that look Paige talks about when it comes to Azzi? The soft one? I saw that look on her face immediately as soon as her first shot didn't go in. And I knew it especially when KC was wide open under the basket and Azzi somehow missed her, that she was most definitely in her head. But the worst thing is, that I actually think she almost got back in rhythm, almost got rid of that look, almost got out of her head, by the end of the 2nd with the sequence of FTs > deflection > 3 and then all of that went to shit because she picked up those two quick fouls. And then she never got back into it again, partially because of her own self, partially because this team still isn't doing enough to screen for her/run plays for her and partially because her coach was doing the most ridiculous subbing routine with her. Making her play the third with 3 fouls, then she finally hits a 3 at the end AND THAT'S WHEN HE BENCHES HER? Keeps her out of the game in first 5 minutes of the 4th, lets her lose any semblance of rhythm and then subs her in? I don't even know what to say.

Geno Auriemma WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU

This man had the audacity to sit in the press conference and blame every fucking thing on Paige when he, our hall of fucking fame coach, made the most costly mistake of this whole game with that dumb as fuck timeout. STUPID STUPID STUPID

And then of course the lineups and substitutions, ridiculous shit.

SIGH

The worst thing is, I don't think Tennessee beat us last night. We broke the press. We held them to 7-28 from 3. The boxscore has us beating them in so many places but at the end, we beat ourselves.

And it all comes down to the fact that maybe we just don't have the mentality.

Last night really drained a lot of optimism from me but these are my girls and the potential is infinite. I'm always gonna be rooting for them and little itty bitty hopeful part of me will always think we can win it all but I think, we're gonna need a lot of things to just miraculously go right.

#uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies #wcbb #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #kaitlyn chen #jana el alfy #sarah strong #ashlynn shade #kk arnold #aubrey griffin #i actually have so much more to say but this got so long already lol

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Meet the Parents

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: Bucky wants to make a good impression when he meets your parents face-to-face and a bit of awkwardness ensues. Word Count: Over 2.9k Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, second-hand embarrassment and cringe, loving and oversharing parent, slight feels (it’s me, okay), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Stud meets your parents in person! Oh, boy. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was excited to finally meet your parents. You didn't get to go home often since your family lived far away, so the short trip was special for you. It was a big deal for him, too. Though he saw them on video chats here and there, this was the real thing. A chance to show that he was serious about your future together.

I have to make a good impression.

He also wanted to get a glimpse of how his hopefully future in-laws acted around you and to see how love looked in your family. You warned him that they might tell an embarrassing story or show him awkward photos and he was more than looking forward to it. Those very things shaped you into the woman he fell in love with.

“You nervous?” you asked as he helped you out of the car. “You didn’t say much on the drive here.”

Of course, you’d pick up on that. “Nope,” he said, which wasn't a total lie.

“Careful before your pants catch on fire,” you teased, running a hand along his cheek. “They love you. They have from the start. Remember when we had our first chat?”

“I remember,” he gently smiled.

Your mom and dad were a little concerned in the beginning when you said you were moving in with him. He didn't blame them. If it was his daughter moving in with a guy she didn't know, he would've had a lot of questions. Your parents felt better after he suggested having a video chat. They trusted your judgment and they trusted him not to hurt their daughter.

I'll never break that trust.

“And please remember that I love you, Stud.”

Bucky turned his face so he could press his lips against your palm, thankful that you always knew what to say to soothe him. “I love you, too, Smartie.”

“There they are!” your mom called from the doorway, your dad right behind her.

Bucky straightened up and took a step back when your mom went to you, both of you shrieking with happiness. A smile spread across his face and he could tell that you got some of your friendliness and mannerisms from her. Which is why it didn't surprise him when he received a crushing hug from her a moment later.

“Welcome, James,” your mom smiled. Both of your parents called him by his first name and he didn’t mind. “It’s so nice to see you.”

"It's nice to see you, too,” he said, giving you a thankful glance when you grabbed the flowers and bottle of wine from the car. You told him they were her favorite and he refused to show up empty handed. "These are for you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you,” she said, taking them with a kind smile as she stepped back to get a better look at him. “My goodness, you're even bigger in person.”

“And you wondered why I called him ‘Stud’,” you teased, sliding your arm around his waist.

Bucky puffed his chest out a bit when he caught the adoration in your gaze. He was certain his eyes reflected the same when he looked your way. While he did want your parents to like him, it was your opinion that he cared about.

“And it’s no wonder our daughter can't keep her hands off you, James,” your dad said when he joined you, clapping Bucky on his shoulder with a chuckle and snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Dad. Could you not?” you calmly asked.

“What? I half expected to see you with a baby bump when you got out of the car.”

Bucky went rigid with an awkward smile, unsure of how to respond to your dad’s comment. On the one hand, he was right. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other. Hell, you flatout told your parents the two of you were sharing a room if they expected you to stay at their house. But making a family with you? He wanted to more than anything, but what did your parents think?

Is he going to kill me if I get you pregnant one day?

“Please, stop. I love you, but stop. We just got here,” you said, giving your mom a pointed look when Bucky stayed silent. Instinctively, he pulled you closer. You didn’t get flustered easily, but he knew your little tells.

“Don't embarrass her. We talked about this,” your mom hissed before she smiled again, your dad holding his hands up in surrender. “I wish we could’ve had a chance to meet Alpine in person.”

You sighed, grateful for the switch in topic. “Me, too, but maybe we can bring her next time. I’m sure Steve will spoil her rotten until we get back.”

Both of you missed the little ball of fur, but his friend was quick to send him photos.

“Well, we’re glad you could make it and perfect timing since we just finished setting the table. I know you two are probably tired from the trip, but how about resting after you eat?”

“That sounds great,” Bucky said, turning to get the bags from the car.

“Why don’t I get those?” your dad offered. “You two go in and get settled.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you smiled as you pulled Bucky along. “I’m sorry about the pregnancy comment. Hopefully that’s the end of it.”

“It’s okay. It doesn't bother me,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. He knew the topic itself didn't bother you either, but you probably didn't want your dad to bring it up before you walked into the house. "You okay?"

“I guess I'm a little more nervous than I thought. I haven’t really brought a lot of guys home, so this is kind of a big deal,” you explained. He understood how nerve wracking it could be.

“How many guys have you brought back here?” he half teased, asking to both make you smile and to see if he had anyone he had to measure up to.

No, don’t think like that.

“The number doesn't matter because they weren’t special. They also weren’t and aren’t you.”

Good answer.

“Now let’s go eat. Mom will be sad if we don't,” you said.

“I wouldn't want to upset either of the ladies of the house,” he said, kissing your temple again. "Dinner will be great.”

Right?

Bucky couldn't recall the last time he was in such a cozy place. The welcoming ambience made him want to curl up with a book and relax. It was no wonder you carried that warmth over to the apartment. You even allowed your dad to brag about your accomplishments that lined the hallway wall with your photos over the years.

Should be proud of yourself, doll.

Just like your friendly and thoughtful personality, Bucky could see you got your love of cooking from your mom. She prepared a feast for the two of you in the dining room, a mix of both of your favorite things, and added the flowers he brought to the middle of the table. It meant a lot that she took the time to make something he would enjoy. And seeing you chatting with your parents over a nice meal, he could picture the same with the two of you in your own home.

With a large kitchen to slow dance in.

“Mom, I don’t think I can eat another bite,” you teased when she tried to give you another dish.

“Then we’ll have plenty of leftovers,” she teased back, offering it to Bucky instead. “If memory serves me, I believe you mentioned the two of you like to cook together.”

“We do,” he confirmed, graciously helping himself to more. “We switch off some nights if she’s studying or I’m at the shop late, but it’s something I look forward to.”

You smiled tenderly as you reached for his hand across the table. “I do, too.”

He gently squeezed it and kept hold of it while he ate. You were noticeably more relaxed and he was enjoying himself. He was glad things were going well.

Your dad gestured to him after a moment. “James, I meant to tell you when you arrived that you look very nice.”

“Oh, thank you,” he said, glancing at himself. He opted for a nice button up shirt. Nothing too fancy or too casual and it had your seal of approval.

"You always look handsome,” you smiled.

“But he looks much more comfortable than that turtleneck he wore on our last video chat,” he added.

Bucky almost dropped his fork when you dug your nails into his skin. The two of you had a heated makeout session before the last call and you left a noticeable hickey on his neck. The only thing he could think of to do at the time was wear a turtleneck, but he couldn't stop messing with the collar. It was a nice reminder of why he hardly wore them.

“It was a little itchy,” Bucky said.

Your dad hummed and took another bite. “You know, I remember when I was your age the only time I'd wear a shirt like that is if my wife got a little ‘over excited’ if you know what I mean.”

The fork fell to the plate, the sound echoing in the room.

Way to play it cool.

"Why?” you and your mom asked at the same time.

“Did you give James a hickey?” your dad replied as you sank a little into your seat. "You did."

Your mom shot him a glare. “What did I say about embarrassing your daughter?”

“What? It was just a question,” he said, pointing at you with his fork. “I had to wear a turtleneck in the middle of the summer the first time I met your grandparents. Your mother was quite the-”

“I don’t want to hear this!” you cut your dad off, looking to Bucky for help.

Say something.

“So, like mother like daughter,” Bucky blurted out, that awkward smile spreading across his face again when you gawked at him. Why did he say that? “Not that! I mean, well, you did say she couldn’t keep her hands off me. She's extremely passionate.”

“This is my nightmare,” you muttered.

This is also my nightmare.

“What I mean is they're both so lovely and have big hearts, which means they love big and sometimes that love translates to…” he continued, coughing into his hand when you stepped on his foot. He used to be charming at one point in his life. What the hell was happening? “But not that I would know what you did or didn’t do while you were dating. That’s none of my business.”

Stop talking.

"Oh, it’s not just dating, James,” your dad said as he took another bite, seemingly amused by the conversation. “The trick to keeping her happy is to keep the romance alive. Like the night my wife and I made our lovely daughter. It was so beautiful.”

“Stop!” you begged, clutching his hand even harder than before. He tried to run his thumb along your palm to soothe you, but you weren't having it. “Forever stop that story, please.”

Your dad looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh before your mom stepped in. “Go check on dessert,” she ordered.

“But I was going to tell them about-”

“Dad!” you almost shouted, taking a deep breath when it got quiet. “This is our first dinner together with the four of us and I don't want it to be the last. So, can you not scare my boyfriend off? Please?” you asked in a softer tone, your voice cracking on the last word.

Please, don’t cry.

Bucky leaned forward in his chair, sensing that you were dangerously close to tears. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

I’m right by your side.

To your dad’s credit, he immediately got up from the table and kissed the top of your head when he realized this wasn't funny to you. It didn’t matter how much you had grown, you were still his baby. “I’m sorry I went a little overboard. You forgive me?”

You still looked about a half second away from bursting into tears, but you gave your dad a small smile. “Forgiven,” you mumbled.

"Now go get dessert ready, dear," your mom said, sighing as he left the room. “James, I'm so sorry if my husband made you uncomfortable. If it's any consolation, he’s comfortable talking to you because he likes you.”

Bucky nodded slightly. That was a good thing. “That’s nice to know, Mrs.-”

“Oh, please. You don’t have to use ‘Mrs.’ with me. There’s no need to be formal,” she assured him.

“Well, thank you all the same for your hospitality.”

“Of course.” Her eyes flickered to you with a grin. “Anything for the person who my daughter is so passionate about.”

“Mom!” You let out an exasperated laugh. At least you weren't crying. “I thought you were on my side.”

“Oh, I am,” she winked. “And don't worry. I won't ask about my future grandchildren today.”

So, I am allowed to get you pregnant if we decide to go that route.

“BOTH of you are ganging up on me. This is why I never brought guys home,” you said, facing him with a shaky laugh. “Will you just dump me now and get it over with? I'll just hide in my room until I can find a new place.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, having to grip the table with one hand and hold himself back from jumping across the table to snuggle you close. “What? No, I'm not dumping you.”

"You're not?”

"Of course not. I think it's an unwritten rule that everyone gets one mortifying moment involving a significant other," he said.

I'm counting on it with Rebecca.

"He's right," your mom smiled.

"And me dump you? Shouldn’t you dump me after that…” he tried to find the right word. “Rant about how ‘lovely’ you are?”

“I’m never dumping you, Stud. You’re stuck with me,” you said. Just like you were stuck with him. “And you really think I'm lovely and have a big heart?”

“Of course, I do, Smartie,” he smiled. He'd compliment you for the rest of the evening if it made you feel more at ease.

Your mom watched the two of you with a loving smile before she stood. “Sweetie, why don’t we kick your dad out of the kitchen and get dessert ready ourselves?”

“Sure, mom,” you smiled, reluctantly letting go of Bucky’s hand. Before your mom led you out of the room, you went around to give him a kiss. "I demand cuddles after dessert, smooth talker.”

Thank God I'm usually smoother than that.

"All the cuddles you want,” he said, loosening the top button on his shirt once he was left alone. That was not how he expected dinner to go. In hindsight, it could’ve been worse. At least your dad didn't stab him.

Speak of the devil.

“Surprised those two didn’t kick me out of the house entirely,” your dad joked as he went back into the dining room and took a seat. “I really am sorry, James. I hope my sense of humor didn’t offend you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It takes a lot to offend me,” Bucky said.

“I know how much my daughter was looking forward to this. We’ve missed her here,” he said, a wistful look crossing his face. It was evident how much your mom and dad both loved you. The house was brighter because you were in it. "And, believe it or not, I was a little nervous to see the man who stole her heart."

“I was nervous to meet you, too," he admitted. "I really care about your daughter.”

“She cares about you, too. I've never seen her so happy.”

That comment gave Bucky the confidence to speak, glancing at the doorway to make sure you weren’t coming back just yet. “I know you and your wife just met me in person today, but your daughter is the best thing to ever happen to me and I want to ask you if-”

“Let me stop you right there.”

Bucky’s mouth shut as he deflated. Of course, it was likely too soon in your dad’s eyes to have that serious of a conversation. It wasn’t too soon for him though. He loved you.

“If you're asking for our blessing, you don't need it. You already have it,” your dad said as he held his breath. “Because if you really care about my daughter the way we think you do, you know she'll follow her heart since it belongs to you. As long as she's cared for and happy, we're happy because that's all we want for her. That’s all we’ve ever wanted for her.”

The weight Bucky felt in his chest lightened with each word. “That’s all I want for her, too. And I will spend the rest of my life making her happy."

Your dad nodded, a bit of shine in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “You take care of my little girl, you hear me? Love her the way she deserves?” he asked.

“You have my word,” Bucky promised.

With his mother’s ring and your parents' blessing, he was ready to take the next step and hoped that you were ready to walk along that path beside him.

So, when do we think he'll put a ring on it? Love and thanks! ❤️

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howi99 · 6 months ago

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Prince of Vale part 4

JNPR's room

Jaune: *slowly reading a letter* ... *Sigh*

Ren: Another love letter?

Jaune: *shake his head* I wish it was. *Put the letter down* i was summoned to my mother's funeral.

Nora: *questioning look* Weren't you going anyway? You even told us you were leaving this weekend for them.

Jaune: Going isn't the problem, it's who sent the letter. *Look through the window, seeing people walking by* ... My older sister is the one organizing the event, and last time we saw one another... *Sigh, massaging his eyelids* She's probably the person that hates me the most. She's probably blaming me for her death.

Ren: *wince* She was there when you decided to leave, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah. With everything i said to my mom, she's probably not that far from the truth. *Looking down* Words cut deep, and i bleed her without a thought.

Nora: *shake her head* I think you are assuming too much, fearless leader. She probably knows how you must feel, with how much you beat yourself down every time you make a mistake. *Point to the letter* She also sent you an invitation, which i think is more so you'd feel included, instead of out of obligation...

Jaune: *shaky breath* Maybe. But how can i face her or the rest of my family? I still tried fleeing my duties.

Pyrrha: *sitting next to him, sighing* As Ruby said, when she was consoling you, you are a teenager. You wanted freedom and your mom probably knew that. Your sister probably knew that too. I... Can't say i had as much pressure as you when i became famous, but do you really believe i never screamed at my parents? That i never told them i hated them?

Jaune: *now looking at her, all his attention on her*

Pyrrha: I... *Looking ashamed* I ran away, once... I told them i hated them, blaming them for driving all my friends away, for the expectations everyone pushed upon me... *chuckle* I even blamed them for not having a boyfriend. *Shake her head* It wasn't fair for them, they were doing what they thought was best for me. *smiling kindly at him* They searched for me in every corner of Argus. The sponsors were furious and told them that if they didn't bring me back before the end of the week, they would cut all ties with us. Do you know what my father said to them?

Jaune: ... That they would bring you back?

Pyrrha: *shaking her head, smiling* Nope. He told them, and i cite: "You can put your fucking money up your ass, i want my daughter back!" *Blushing with an embarrassed laugh* They were just next to me when i heard him say that, they didn't recognize me since i was more coat than girl. And that's nothing compared to what my mom said to them.

Jaune: *weak smile* You made up with them?

Pyrrha: *nod* Yeah... They weren't mad, all they felt was relief at seeing me well. *Look at Jaune* When you told me about your family, you spoke of them with so much love, i can't even imagine them thinking for one second you are the reason for her death. *Gentle smile* They know how much you truly loved her, Jaune. Heck, you even told us how much like you your oldest sister was. She's probably worried sick about you.

Jaune: ... *Little smile* Yeah... You're probably right... *Sigh* But... i still feel responsible, you know? I hurt her when she was at her lowest and i can't forgive myself.

Pyrrha: *hugging him* Yeah... I know. I won't tell you to stop blaming yourself, but we are here to get you through this.

Nora: *goes and hugs him too* We are your team. And as a team, we will help you all the way until you feel better.

Ren: *nod* You are like a brother to me. Your pain is my pain as well.

Jaune: *slightly blushing* G-guys... *hug them back* Thanks.

#jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #rwby #rwby au #Prince of Vale au

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eisforeidolon · 5 months ago

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Question: I have two questions, one for Jensen, and one for both of you.

Jared: Okay. So no Jared question? That's fine.

Jensen: Nope.

Question: First for Jensen, I need to know the story behind this picture, please? [both walk over to look, Jensen mutters something like 'Oh, God']

Jensen: I honestly don't know the story behind that picture. I don't know A) what I'm doing, I'm like sitting in a cast chair and I'm just like pulling my shirt up [mimes the pose]. And I don't -

Jared: If you got it, flaunt it.

Jensen: I don't. Uh, I don't know, I don't know what I would have - I don't even know who took that photo. Or how it got out, but - or why. This is - um.

Jared: I think, I think, here's why -

Jensen: I might have been getting mic'd?

Jared: Yeah, probably.

Jensen: Cause they, when they wire us, when they put the microphones on us, they tape it [tapping center of his chest] to your chest - I mean, there's a few ways they can do it, sometimes they'll wire the jacket, sometimes they'll put it, if you're wearing a tie, they'll put it in the knot of the tie. If you've got a sharp eye, sometimes you can see 'em. But most of the time they'll just tape it to your chest and then the wire kind of goes [gestures down his chest and around to his back] around [points downward] sometimes it goes to an ankle pack, sometimes it clips onto the back of your belt. Anyway. I was probably just going like, [gestures as if pulling up his shirt] okay, wire me. And the person who wires has to put up with that kind of - the shenanigans that we do when we're like [does the fake laugh thing, and shakes back and forth].

Jared: Also, in fairness, I think that was like season one or two? And so twenty years ago, we didn't realize, we were slow, we were not the generation where everything you do lasts forever? And so it's like [fake laugh, pops hip, makes fart noise] Ahh, I'm farting, and it exists twenty fucking years later, so. Naivety on both of our parts, I think.

Jensen: So I don't know if that answers your question, but that's the best I can come up with, so. What was the other question that he might help with anyway?

Question: Both of you, do you feel any pressure from the fans to show that you're still close friends? When you search on Google 'Jensen and Jared' there is the first question that pops there is 'Are they still friends?'. And whatever happens between you two, people just watching, waiting, like are you still close or not -

Jared: So I think, so -

Question: You have this pressure to show that you're still close -

Jensen: It's exhausting.

Jared: [grabs his shoulder] Wow.

Jensen: I'm so glad you brought this up. [turns to Jared] I am, I am exhausted pretending to be your friend -

Jared: That's actually my, that's actually my question that I put into the Google search. I'm like -

Jensen: [cracks up] I haven't heard from him in weeks!

Jared: I haven't heard from Jensen in two days [mimics typing] are they still friends? Does he still like me, circle yes or no? [Jensen cracks up more] I don't feel - I'll speak for myself - I don't feel any pressure to [finger quotes] prove that I'm friends with Jensen or my br- or anybody, you know what I mean? Like, life - we have lives, and we live in different states and, like, if I see him every day for a month, great! If I don't see him for seven months, great! Like if he's good or needs something, or I need something - but yeah, I do find that question funny. And I think it's also, I think it's like, from, was it French Mistake, or? It was like, episode, yeah I did see something online where they're like, 'oh, they're talking'. It's French Mistake.

Jensen: Oh! Yeah yeah yeah.

Jared: And then it became a thing, where they were like -

Jensen: Oh, is that real? Do [they?] not like each other? Yeah.

Jared: We also fucking - I have an alpaca! [Jensen cracks up again] Like, no one hinged on that, like does Jared really have a picture of himself in Warhol style and his wife and a tanning bed and an alpaca at his house? Like no, I don't.

Jensen: You're not far off, though. [laughs]

Jared: Close, close. Got one out of four.

Jensen: Yeah, no. I think there's also - [points at Jared] you kind of touched on it a little bit. You know, I think anybody who can just see us together whether we're onstage or whether we're back stage? Can tell that there's a, you know, legit love for each other. And always will be. Whether - like he said - whether we see each other every day for six weeks or whether we go six weeks without seeing each other. Or without even, like, checking in. Which, we usually text back and forth and stuff, just, you know, about hey, what d'you think - what're you doing with this, or hey I need to ask you a question -

Jared: We have a Wordle text thread.

Jensen: [they talk over each other here, so this next is approximate] Yeah, we Wordle each other every day. Um, so, that would be pretty, again, pretty exhausting to keep that [finger quotes] facade up, if it was a facade and it's not.

#chicon 2024 #j2 gold panel #long post

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guiltycorp · 5 months ago

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Damn i really want to know tf happened in the writing room of arcane s2. Some of the downgrades were inevitable due to the show's corporate limitations (not being able to progress the class war story in a meaningful way, having to tie things back to league of legends in terms of making playable characters more appealing to well, play... rip Mel and Viktor in particular), sure. But i still feel like it's even worse than that? There are so many bad decisions that i couldn't even start listing them all... the characters, plot, pacing, themes, it's just such a mess? Even the dialogue writing, it feels much more mm Marvel at its worst i suppose. What i am most bothered by is probably just the straight up harmful messaging so um... Cycles of violence and abuse can be broken by individual decisions to become a better person! Got nothing to do with systemic oppression, living conditions, mental health issues, you can just conveniently ignore aaall the social context, live laugh love and then things get better automatically yep, oppressors famously stop oppressing you when you show them that you're harmless and won't put up a fight anymore. Literally three out of three suicidal characters dying to redeem themselves? Not even in a tragic/cathartic way but in a bittersweet 'they finally atoned for their mistakes' way? Groundbreaking lmao. Romantic relationship between Vi and Caitlyn including no communication about their biggest fight, just conveniently skipping to sex and getting back together - would have loved that if it was framed as the unhealthy fucked up thing that it is, skipping over Vi's hurt and her background to once again become a cop, her girlfriend's direct underling at that (!) due to her not having any other support systems... But nope that was our cute lesbian romance wrapped up, a good thing all around, not concerning at all. Jayce telling Viktor that what he 'always admired about him' was his disability and his deadly disease (??? from a character who spent the whole s1 and first act of s2 desperately trying to help Viktor find a cure? sure) and that those imperfections don't need fixing, just wtf truly. Magic bullshit was also weird, some implications of 'natural magic is ok, but achieving that power through other means corrupts you into a crazy robot bitch or just wilts your trees i guess', but tbh it was written in such a weird and inconsistent way that we can skip this one... Yeah actually a lot of things were just such a mess that I feel silly pointing to specific moments or lines I didn't like, I mean duh, it barely makes sense as a story at all... I am happy we have s1 which comparatively was a masterpiece, and i also really enjoyed s2 act1, i truly believed it would lead somewhere good at the time, my mind still kind of cuts off the story at that point when i think about it, that WAS the open ending of the show to me (is it possible that there were rewrites? targeting act 2 and 3? idk, wishful thinking perhaps). Despite my extremely negative feelings about this season's conclusion i remain glad that so many people appreciate the show regardless, it is clear that there was STILL a lot of love in the process of its creation (although i'd argue that even some of the visual aspects of the show suffered in quality, once again i have to wonder about behind the scenes mood of it all) and i get very upset when i see creatives online despairing over reception of their projects even when i'm absolutely in the disgruntled crowd hahaha... ...however yeah, this wasn't great In a world that increasingly grows more and more right-wing politically... we really needed something different i think.

#tbh i also feel a little annoyed that all the league jayvik fans were right all along #i always rolled my eyes like oh shush changing the characters doesnt mean ruining them #and here we are #boo boo the fool jpeg #arcane spoilers #arcane s2 spoilers #arcane critical #negative #ranting #text #long post

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enweasley · 1 year ago

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Restricted Section ; Finn Weasley x Sallow!Reader

AN: HII! So I haven't seen this being done much (or even at all but I barely looked) where people would write fanfics of their own characters in Hogwarts Legacy, so I decided to do so! Quick introduction to the character:

This is Finn Weasley; He's in Gryffindor and has a very loyal but mischievous personality. He's also pansexual! He LOVES herbology but he loves solving mysteries and exploring secrets even more - even if it's super dangerous. However, he will go to any extent to keep others out of danger (ironically). Finn can be really harsh to people if someone hurts him or the people he cares about. He's not perfect, though, he has some flaws. He does have a short temper and can say pretty horrible things without meaning to. He can also be quite reckless and finds it hard to accept other people's love and care, leading him to forget to keep himself from getting hurt.

That's all for now, but I'll probably add more to his story as time goes by!

(Please excuse any grammar mistakes, I'm trilingual and grammar from 3 languages can mix me up a lot C:)

Summary: The new student needs your help sneaking into the restricted section for something 'very important'. However, he doesn't expect you to cover for him when you get caught.

Warnings: Swearing, small panic attack, gets a little heated at the end. Kinda cheesy but we love that :)

Reader's gender is never specified!

"Excuse me! Y/n Sallow, right?" Interrupted from your game of wizard's chess alone, you turn around to be met with a pretty tall red-head. You couldn't help but think about how gorgeous he is, but you swallow your excitement.

"Yeah, that's me. You're the new kid aren't you?" You disenchant your chess game and give him your full attention. "I watched your duel with Sebastian in the Clock Tower, you're really good!"

Finn seems to flush at your compliment. During his short time starting in 5th year here in Hogwarts he's gotten plenty compliments on how he's been able to learn and execute spells so quickly, but for some reason your compliment had a special affect on him.

He chuckles lightly. "Thank you, I'm just trying to catch up quickly." He couldn't seem to keep his eyes from wandering over your features. "It's Finn, by the way. Finn Weasley."

"Oh, another Weasley! Well it's lovely to meet you! Did you need anything?" You ask politely.

Finn almost forgot why he was talking to you in the first place, but managed to remember before already humiliating himself in front of you. "Right, yes. This may sound quite forward, but Sebastian told me you're really good at sneaking around. Is there a chance you can help me sneak into the restricted section of the library tonight? I can't say why, but it's very important."

You were a bit surprised at his request, but kind of prideful that you were the first person he was led to for it. You smiled widely. "Of course! I'm surprised my brother didn't take you himself. Meet me at the grand staircase at 9. Don't be late!"

"Wait- Don't you wanna know more about why I need to sneak in?" He asked perplexed.

"Nope. I'll take any opportunity for sneaking around. Either way, you don't seem the type to burn down the castle or anything. Plus, you said you can't say why you need to sneak in."

He mentally facepalmed himself. How could he forget he just said that? Maybe he just wanted to talk to you longer. "I'll see you at 9!" You smile at him and walk away.

You take a long breath after turning away from him. Holy shit he's cute.

You're both crouched at the railing of the stairs looking down onto the central hall at exactly 9pm, analysing the prefects walking around and guarding the doors of the library.

"Okay," you whisper. "First of all, we need to go invisible. Have you learnt the disillusionment spell?"

Finn looks at you like a lost puppy, his head slightly titled. You almost had to tell him how cute he looked, but held back.

You pull your wand out and whisp it over your head and body. The wand leaves a blue trail of light before all there was left was your aura.

You continue whispering to the lost boy in front of you. "This is the disillusionment spell. It doesn't turn you completely invisible but it's better than being completely exposed."

You point to his hand holding his wand. "May I?" He nods hesitantly.

You slowly hold his fist clenching onto his wand and do the same movement you did on yourself over him. Finn could barely focus, the feeling of your soft hand on his summoning an army of butterflies in his stomach. You couldn't help but feel the same tingle in your stomach too.

Clearing your throat, you speak. "That's the movement for the spell. Just think of it and do the movement."

He did as you said, and suddenly you were both just two ghosts staring at each other's remains.

Finn chuckles enthusiastically. "This is awesome!" He whisper yells.

You laugh at his excitement, wishing you could see his freckled face through the spell.

"Okay, let's go. Stick close to me." You begin to sneak down the stairs, through the hall, and quickly side past the prefect turned away from the library door. You can feel Finn following closely behind.

After you both get into a safer corner of the library away from Madam Agnes's sights, you remove the spell off you.

"Here's the plan," you start. "You go get the key from Madam Agnes's desk draw over there, I'll distract her."

Finn nods. As you start to turn away, Finn grabs your arm gently and looks at you with his adorable puppy eyes.

"What if you get caught?" He sounds worried. You can't tell why he'd be worried about you, though.

You give him a cheeky smile. "Me? Get caught? You should worry about yourself, Weasley." He chuckles, shooing away the blush creeping into his cheeks after hearing you call him by his surname. "C'mon, let's go."

As you throw a book across the room, Finn conceals himself and scurries to grab the key. You quickly do the same and meet him at the entrance of the restricted section.

Exposing yourselves from the spell, you watch him unlock the gate before you walk in.

"YES!" Finn cheers, surprising you both with a tight hug. There's a pause before he realises what he's doing and slowly pulls away, taking his warmth away with him. "Sorry... Got excited."

You laugh sweetly at him. "I don't mind." He continues walking down the stairs of the forbidden room, but not before shooting you a relieved smirk.

"Lumos." You cast, making the eery room brighter and less intimidating.

As you squeeze between abandoned bookshelves and over piles of junk, you reach a collapsed set of armour. "Repai-" Finn begins to cast before a loud screech interrupts him.

Almost out of thin air, Peeves flies through the wall in front of you. He almost knocks you down, but Finn's quick reflexes catch you before you hit the ground. You find yourself wrapped in his arms, yours tightly around his neck.

"Shit, are you okay?" Finn asks you breathlessly, his worried eyes glaring into yours.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine-" But once again you were interrupted by the same squeaky, loud voice of the poltergeist.

"I'M TELLING, I'M TELLING," Peeves squeals mockingly before flying straight upwards towards the main floor of the library.

Your heart squeezes into itself. You've never been caught before, why now? Your uncle is going to kill you if he finds out you were sneaking around the castle, and in the restricted section of all places.

You didn't realise your breath was quickening until you felt arms lowering you onto the floor and rough but warm hands palming each side of your neck.

"Hey, hey. You're alright, sweetheart. Take a breath." You hear Finn's soft voice whisper in your ear. A little voice was in your head screaming How do you expect me to breathe when you're making my heart beat even faster??

You breathe deeply before letting out a small chuckle. "I'm okay. I'm fine. Just go get whatever you need to get. I need to deal with Peeves before he gets us both in trouble."

Finn looks at you as if asking you if you're sure. You just nod and sprint after Peeves, the last thing you hear is a distant "Repairo" before making it back to the library.

"PEEVES YOU STUPID POLTERGEIST." You try catching him, forgetting he's a literal ghost as your arms flail right through him.

"Y/n Sallow." You jump at the voice of Madam Agnes behind you. You slowly turn around while Peeves chuckles menacingly at your head hung low in shame. "And to think I'd get a break from the Sallow siblings, you come running along. Wait until your uncle hears about this."

"No. No no no-" You get interrupted by her. "That's enough. You're a bright student, you should know better than to go sneaking around the restricted section especially after curfew."

"But Madam Agnes-"

"And Peeves here tells me you were with someone else." Peeves twirls and rolls around mid-air, celebrating your punishment. "Please tell me you were forced to come here by someone's hand instead of it being your own choice."

There's a pause. You could never snitch on Finn like that. You only just met him but you know better than to put his record at risk on his first week of school here. This was your own choice anyway, you weren't forced. Finn helped you down there, so you're gonna help him.

"No. I came here all alone." You said in a low but stern voice.

Madam Agnes sighs at your lie, but she knew how stubborn you and your brother were, so she let it slide.

"Detention after classes tomorrow. You're going to sort the books to their respective places until they're all done. It doesn't matter if it takes you all night." Your shoulders slump. "Peeves, escort her to her common room, please."

With a sigh from you and an evil chuckle from the poltergeist, you begin your walk to your common room. At least Finn's in the clear now.

Little did you know, Finn saw the whole thing from behind one of the shelves. He couldn't help but let a grateful smile reach his lips.

The next day, Finn runs to the library to find you after his classes. It's already dark out by the time he finishes his extra tasks and from talking to Professor Fig. He doesn't know why he's in such a hurry, but he won't let his confidence escape him just yet.

Once he's in, he find the library to be completely empty, not even Madam Agnes in sight. He hears distant curses and shuffling coming from the second floor and he can only assume the source being your complaining.

As he follows the sounds of frustrated mumbles, he finally finds you at the end of the second floor in a dark corner holding a bunch of books to shelf up. He smiles at the sight of you awkwardly balancing everything in your one hand and walks over to you, taking a pile of books from you.

"Need help there?" He looks at you with a teasing smirk.

You look at him with a grumpy face. "Oh haha, Weasley. I can handle this on my own, thank you very much." You snatch back the books he took from you, instant regret flooding your features as you immediately struggle to balance them.

Finn immediately takes them back from you and effortlessly holds them over his head, extending his arm upwards far from your reach.

"Hey- Hand those back, Weasley." You try hopping to reach the books he so graciously stole from you.

He chuckles at your efforts while you claw up his chest and shoulders, trying to tug down his arm. After a harsh tug, Finn loses balance of the books he's holding and he tries catching them but ends up stumbling forwards.

The books fall to the side as Finn catches himself on the bookshelf, trapping you between it and himself.

You lock eyes with him, your hands clutched tightly onto the thin material of his shirt over his chest. You're both breathing heavily, chests almost touching with every breath.

You can feel Finn hesitate as his hands slowly reach to cup the back of your neck, his thumb over your cheek. No matter how much you willed yourself to, your simply could not take your eyes off him.

"Thank you." He whispers. Your eyebrows furrow.

"For what?"

"For covering for me." His stare snapping between your eyes and lips. "I heard you in the library after we got caught."

"You mean after I caught got?" You tease.

Finn smirks at your remark, his hold on your neck squeezing for a second. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The nickname melts into your ears and into the rushed beats of your heart.

"Hey, Finn?" The use of his first name makes the blood rush to his cheeks, his breath hitches.

"Yeah?"

"You dropped my books."

"Shut up." Finn lets out in a desperate breath before pulling you into him, his lips roughly but passionately meeting yours.

His other hand shifts from the side of your head to tangle into your hair, tugging it lightly. You let out a little whimper, but that's all it took for Finn to deepen the kiss even more, his tongue slightly grazing yours. Breaths were escaping through your noses, desperate for air but never desperate enough to separate from each other.

Your fingers weave through his long, soft ginger locks. Your other hand clutches desperately onto the collar of his shirt.

You both finally pull away from each other, your hands gliding down to rest on his chest.

"Fuck." Finn leans his forehead on yours, leaning in for another quick peck. His hazel eyes are glazed over, looking into yours like they hold the world. He slowly brushes a strand of your hair behind your hair, memorising your face as you memorise his.

"I was hoping you'd do that." You chuckle breathlessly. Finn laughs with you, his eyes holding nothing but love as they stare into yours. "Oh yeah?" You nod, your nose lightly touching his.

"Now help me with these books, Weasley. You're still responsible for my detention." You playfully push him away and start picking up the books he previously dropped.

"And I'd do it again as long as it ends like this every time." He smiles at you cheekily.

"Do it again and I'm telling Sebastian you used a love potion on me."

And with that he got to work helping you sort the books out.

#harry potter #weasley #weasley x reader #finn weasley x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy reader insert #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy fic #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy imagine #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy fan fiction #sebastian sallow imagine #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #ron weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader

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bitterkarella · 3 months ago

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Midnight Pals: Nosferatu

Robert Eggers: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the nosferatu Barker: oh we've heard this one before Eggers: not the way i tell it! Barker: has it got farting in it? Eggers: n-no! Eggers: i do more than just fart movies for your information! Barker: this sounds like its about farting

Bram Stoker: this is just a blatant rip-off of my story! King: which one? Stoker: "which one" Stoker: Dracula! i'm talking about dracula! Stoker: obviously i'm talking about Dracula!

Eggers: nope nope this is about a guy named orlock Eggers: totally different guy King: he's got you there bram Stoker: no he doesn't Stoker: it's obviously the same guy! King: the names DO sound kinda different

Stoker: orlock is just the same as Dracula! Eggers: oh yeah? Eggers: well does Dracula have a mustache? Eggers: huh smart guy?? does he?

Stoker: yes Dracula does have a mustache Eggers: Eggers: ok but i bet it's nothing like this mustache Eggers: orlocks got an insane mustache Eggers: like a real hoss

Eggers: so here's the thing about orlock Eggers: he's got like a huge freddy mercury mustache Eggers: like he looks like the dad from Marmaduke Eggers: you won't mess with this stash

Eggers: i know we've all seen the original nosferatu Eggers: but i think we can all agree that what would really improve it Eggers: is about 3 extra hours of really ponderous old timey dialogue Eggers: also orlock should hang dong

Bram Stoker: wait you see orlock's dick? Eggers: yeah i thought you'd like that Stoker: i Stoker: i didn't say that! Eggers: he likes it Barker: obviously Stoker: I DID NOT SAY THAT!

Stoker: i do like that you took out threesome with dracula's brides Stoker: in retrospect i always thought that was a mistake Stoker: you know how it is Stoker: women just slow down the action Poe: i like how many cats are in this Lovecraft: i like that too

Eggers: nosferatu brings this plague of rats with him Eggers: just thousands of rats Eggers: and there's one rat Eggers: you'll know him when you see him Eggers: just standing up on his hind legs Eggers: like a little rory Calhoun

Roger Corman: eyyy its me roger corman Corman: star of da bluesky account! Corman: so where's dis showboatin' rat i been hearin so much about? Corman: i hear this rat's got real star power! Corman: he's gonna make it big in dis town!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #hp lovecraft #roger corman #bram stoker #robert eggers

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blueteller · 1 year ago

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Cale Trying to Order Slacker Life in a Restaurant

[Part 2 "spoiler" warning]

Fate: Good evening, welcome to Power Restaurant, may I take your order? Kim Rok Soo: Yes, I'd like to order some Slacker Life, please Fate: Hm…. We might be out of that… Wait, did you by any chance order Death Vow Curse (Light)? Kim Rok Soo: …no? I literally just got here- Fate: Oops, there must have been a mistake somewhere. Let me talk to my manager Kim Rok Soo: … Kim Rok Soo: (looks at his watch; 36 minutes passed) God of Death: Hello, I'm the current manager. So we might have mixed up your order with the White Star's… Kim Rok Soo: Well then- God of Death: We might be able to fix it if you exchange seats with Cale Henituse Kim Rok Soo: There's really no need- God of Death: Right this way, sir! Cale: …Okay? I guess this seat isn't so bad- Deruth: This seat comes with exclusive Count Heir Rights, would you like some? Cale: I'm really- Deruth: Excellent! I'm sure Basen won't mind Basen: Not at all, I wasn't hungry for Heir Rights anyway Cale: I didn't order any- Alberu: The sit next table offers free Prime Minister tea, if you're interested Cale: No thanks. But I'm seriously getting hungry (looks at the Menu) I might as well order a couple of Elemental Power side dishes… an extra Vitality salad… oh, Scamming Aura on discount, nice…! Eruhaben: What's this, you ordered 4 Elementary Dishes on your plate? Cale: It just kind of happened- Eruhaben: This won't do, this isn't healthy at all. You have to take supplementary 5th Earth Power to balance out your plate. As for the mineral deficiency… You should also replace that Fire Suppressing Water drink with some real Sky Eating Water. Cale: This is getting a bit much- Alberu: You requested the extra large Commander Steak too, right? Cale: Yes but- Wait. I thought I only ordered Temporary Commander's Small Nuggets-? Alberu: Nope, I'm pretty sure you ordered the full Commander of Two Continents Steak Cale: …let me speak with the manager again- White Star: I see, so you're the one who ordered all those dishes! I'm impressed! Are you hungry for some Dragon Slayer Legacy as well? Cale: (grossed out) I'm dead certain I am NOT-! God of Death: You called? Cale: Yes, I'd like to register a complaint- God of Death: Oh, we also recommend Saint's Signature Dish for today! Cage: Don't listen to him! Saint's Dish is total trash! They're not even serving alcohol with that!! Cale: Is anyone even listening to me-?! Clopeh: Sir, I brought you some Legendary Fame lemon tea!! Cale: Get this disgusting thing away from me! Sealed God: …Would you like bitter Demonification Noodles sir? Last chance to sign up, we're out of stock after this! White Star: W-wait, I ordered those-! Earth 3: Oi, was someone ordering an extra Commander's Stake around here? Xiaolen: (begging) Would you like some Purifier's Exaltation dessert? It's on the house! Central Plains: (puppy eyes) A-and, some Nature Realm Level sushi, i-if you don't mind... Cale: ….what the f*** is even happening anymore God of Balance: (shows up out of nowhere) ...What's this about someone messing around with too many orders? God of Death: Oh s***. The Power Executive is here-! God of Balance: (leans over Cale's seat from behind, menacingly) You should just order the Full Course Godly Ascension Dinner. Or ALL of those other dishes will land on your bill Cale: I… I... I just wanted some Slacker Life… God of Hope: (pats his shoulder) Cale… They never servered Slacker Life here in the first place… Cale: ... Cale: (┛ಠ_ಠ)┛彡┻━┻

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of count's family #cale henituse #cale #tcf cale #cale you unlucky bastard #humor #tcf humor #inspired by a similar post #something about eruhaben telling cale to order more APs dishes #if someone helps me find it i'll link it here

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dzvelinaskebiyars · 8 months ago

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Hello♡i wish you the best , can you please do this request? , reader is a close friend of yuzuha and she usually goes to their house but once, when she and yuzuha were together and were talking, taiju comes in , he was angry and cold as usual, reader heard rumors about him being mean and abusive so thats why she was always kinda scared of him and now she finally see him. lets just say this was their first meeting ,anyway, a few monthes later when reader goes to their house to visiting yuzuha , after one hour of them talking, yuzuha leaves to buy smg?But taiju was also home in that time(or he comes to home when yuzuha was out?) so he sees the reader , taiju has a little interest/crush on reader but reader thinks he hates her because she is close friends of yuzuha/his siblings (You can also add hakkai as a readers friend ) i would be so thankful if you write this 🎀 btw english is not my first lang so i am wholeheartly sorry if i make a mistake, btw i love your account sm♡

It's okey!! English isn't my first language either! Thank you so much for requesting<3

And thank you for support<333

Every time it's possible to go over at Yuzuha's place, you never miss the chance. It's not that often that you get to stay at her place because of her family situation. You both were talking while drinking iced coffee.

It was absolutely pointless talk or maybe the only point it had was Yuzuha's laughter. She's the only friend that stayed by your side through hardships and only friend you truly trust. Yuzuha was very mature, even for her age, so seeing her laughing and enjoying something without a shred of worry puts your heart at ease.

"Let's watch movies. How does that sound?" Yuzuha said after putting the dirty cups in the sink.

"Sounds good." You agreed. Sitting on the couch, you took remote control in your hands and started searching for some good movies. While Yuzuha was in the kitchen, searching for popcorn.

"Dammit. We don't have popcorn." You heard her speak.

"It's okey, we can watch movies without it too."

"No way, it won't be same." You should have guessed that she would be persistent about it, since she's number one popcorn lover-especially when watching movies. "I'll go to nearby market." She said, already walking towards the door.

"Wait, you really don't have to..." Sure the market is nearby but still, you tried to stop her.

"Nah, we can't watch anything without popcorn." She answered, already putting her shoes on.

"Then I'll go with you."

"Nope, stay here and choose a good movie. Don't worry, it's okey." And with that, she left.

You sighed and turned to face the TV again, clicking on remote control's buttons to search a good movie. But right at that time, you heard the sound of door's opening, however it wasn't Yuzuha. "Yuzuha! Where ar-Ah, you." The long blue haired boy stepped out of his room, wearing grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, which was tight around his body. He was incredibly tall and well built. His sharp eyes landed on your figure, raising goosebumps in you.

"Y-Yuzuha went to the market.." You said, gulping rather loudly. It's not like you thought he was going to do something but it's just that only nasty rumours surround him. And let's say....The first meeting between you two wasn't very pleasant either and after visiting Yuzuha's place more, you were sure that he didn't like you at all.

But Yuzuha told you that that wasn't true or that Taiju didn't like others' presence something to be happy about. But still, that didn't reassure you one bit. I mean, you got along with Hakkai, even if he still was shy around you, he didn't dislike you at all. You couldn't say same about Taiju...

"Oh. I see." He simply said and made his way to the kitchen. His steps were heavy and strong. Even when he was at home and not in fights, he sure gave intimating aura. He truly looked like a leader, always.

You swallowed hard, not being used to atmospheres like this. Sure you have met scary guys before but Taiju was completely different level from them and the fact that he disliked you didn't help at all. I mean, he's the tenth leader of Black Dragons, one of the dangerous gang in Tokyo.

Even so you almost knew nothing about him so it wasn't right for you to judge him. Let's say, things just were awkward between you two.

"Do you want a drink?" Taiju's rough voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you looked behind you and saw him leaning against a wall.

"Uh, no, thank you." You gave him small smile and all he responded with was simple nod before going back to the kitchen.

Well, so far, he's nice. You thought to yourself. The entrance door opened and Yuzuha finally walked in the house. "I'm back." She shouted and took her shoes off. "Did you choose a movie?"

"Well..."You turned your attention back to TV and named the first movie that caught your eye. "What about Dead Poets Society? Sounds interesting."

"Sure, whatever." She said from the kitchen, starting to make popcorn.

Taiju eyed you from the kitchen before turning to Yuzuha. "Will she be staying here for a night?" He whispered.

Yuzuha turned to him, somewhat hesitant. "Yeah...Why? Is it a problem?"

He shakes his head. "No, just wanted to know." Taiju looked at you again, his face relaxed and soft. But when you glanced at him, probably felt someone looking at you, he immediately turned around with slight, almost invisible pink blush on his cheeks.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #request #taiju shiba #taiju x reader #oneshot

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