#am I over thinking this?? *me pulling my hair out at 3am writing this* no no no I'm onto something!!

[modanisgf]

DAYLIGHT , HANNI PHAM

note— it’s 3am so not proof read sorry 😭😭

☆ pairing(s): student hanni pham x reader

☆ warning(s): a bit of angst, bad writing

LOVE, a word that was foreign to y/n before she met hanni.

y/n liked to believe that love wasn’t real, every romantic relationship she had ended poorly. even her parents relationship had failed.

so what made her believe in it again?

TAPE ONE , THE MEETING

08/23/18

hanni pham, the day she walked into y/n’s first period as a new student would be a day the girl would never forget.

she remembered it well too well even, hanni had walked in nervously and in a rush but still looking as pretty as ever.

“y/n are you okay?” danielle, y/n’s friend asks.

“yeah.” the love struck girl responds simply.

danielle giggles quietly at her friends actions watching as hanni tried to find a seat.

“hey can i sit here?” hanni asks, her voice soft as she was still rather nervous.

“oh yeah, of course!” danielle responds smiling.

“thank you.” hanni says smiling back.

y/n swore she felt the world pause as her and hanni made eye contact. they stared at each other for a bit before y/n looked away embarrassed.

“so what’re your guys names?” hanni asks trying to move away from what had just happened.

“i’m danielle!”

“y/n.”

hanni nods, “i’m hanni.”

“nice to meet you.” y/n says smiling sincerely.

hanni was caught off guard by this, ‘her smile is so pretty.’ she thought smiling back at the girl.

the girls only got closer over time even becoming friends with others, expanding the group.

though as time went on hanni and y/n’s feelings for each other grew.

and they couldn’t keep denying it.

TAPE TWO , WHAT IS LOVE?

11/27/21

“dani?” y/n calls out to her friend, who turns around to face her.

“hm?” danielle responds.

“what is your definition of love?” y/n asks.

“love is a feeling of affection for someone or something, there’s different types.” danielle says, “like you wouldn’t love your family the same way you love a romantic partner y’know?” she finishes, y/n nodding.

“so how do i know if i’m in love with someone, like romantically?” y/n asks softly, embarrassed to be asking her friend this.

“i mean whenever i have a crush i just feel really giddy around the person. my heart usually beats faster, or i get flustered.” danielle explains.

“so what exactly do i do if i have a crush on someone?” y/n asks finally.

danielle knew this was coming, she was glad it was finally happening.

“you confess. in my opinion it’s better to take the risk i guess, you never know if the person will move on because of miscommunication or something.” danielle says.

“okay, thank you dani.”

“anything for you, y/n.”

TAPE THREE , CRUSH

11/28/21

“hanni!” y/n yells, walking faster to catch up to her friend.

hanni turns around after hearing her name her heart melting as she sees y/n walk towards her. y/n had changed up her appearance a bit, seemingly that she had got her hair done and put makeup on.

“y/n?” hanni asks as the changed girl finally stops in front of her.

“i need to talk to you.” y/n says grabbing hanni’s hand and dragging her elsewhere.

hanni for sure was blushing now her mind still not done thinking about y/n’s new appearance. she looked so good, how could hanni not be stuck on it?

the two finally entered an empty classroom, y/n shutting the door behind them. they made themselves comfy before y/n took a deep breath.

“promise me you won’t hate me?” she asks.

“y/n i would never hate you.” hanni confirms, flustering the girl in front of her.

“i’m not really good with words when it comes to being romantic, so i’ll be as straight up as i can.” y/n starts, “hanni, i like you a lot ever since we met i felt different around you and i wasn’t exactly sure why.”

“but now that i am, i’ve wanted nothing more than to be yours. so will you allow me to?” y/n finishes, preparing herself for rejection.

not even hesitating, hanni leans in kissing y/n softly the two not pulling away until they needed air.

“so.. does that me you’ll be my girlfriend?” y/n asks teasingly.

hanni rolls her eyes playfully, “y/n, i would love to.” she smiles sincerely.

y/n flashing her same smile back from the day they first met, making hanni’s heart melt all over again.

“I ONCE BELIEVED LOVE WOULD BE BURNING RED, BUT IT’S GOLDEN.”

[lifmera]

OH MY GOD I TYPED UP A WHOLE THING AND ACCIDENTALLY LOST IT OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I HATE IT HERE- anyways *ahem* attempt no. 2 of me asking you for a Hazbin Hotel match because I have never done this kinda thing before and I'm curious :)

GENDER AND SEXUALITY: I'm non-binary, they/he/she pronouns. I generally don't have a preference between the three tbh but I do appreciate ppl mixing it up! I'm sex-repulsed asexual and gray-biromantic. Again no real preference lmfao

APPEARANCE: White, dark blonde hair, green eyes, just below 5'3, pretty basic looking all things considered. I've got a pretty angular face I think. I'm afab and don't shave cuz it's too much work. I wear pretty much exclusively graphic tees(band shirts, dumb jokes, fandom stuff... that kinda thing) or button ups with funky patterns paired w/ the comfiest pants I can find, but occasionally I'll pull myself together enough to make a dencent(?) outfit, typically reminiscent of shit scene kids in the early 2000s would wear. I also like dying my hair but usually don't bcuz I procrastinate on it for too long.

PERSONALITY: If I had to describe it in one word? Unhinged. I am unhinged. 7/10 people will agree I am a very frightening person to be around. I say out of pocket shit(ranging from vile sex jokes to just straight up threats of violence) pretty regularly. I also like to sneak up on ppl and make very loud noises just to see their reactions... *ahem* anyways, despite all that, most of my friends would also describe me as caring and loyal! I have low empathy, so the only way I ever understand any of my friends emotions is by using my own experiences to compare and contrast until I have a decent idea of what's going on in their head, but I AM very good at psychoanalyzing people and providing objective, unbiased thoughts & advice on their situations. I would also literally go to war for my friends. Like, if you hurt one of them say your goddamn PRAYERS because I am coming to your location with a knife and murderous intent. I'm kinda awkward & shy at first, but at my core I AM an extrovert. I just don't know how to talk to ppl bcuz I am ✨neurodivergent✨(autism & ADHD) and have a hard time approaching ppl bcuz I don't know if they'll like me or not. Typically I make friends by making very loud jokes and waiting for somebody to approach me because they like my sense of humor. Which speaking of, I am very funny! Most people I interact with regularly would agree I am a very funny person!!! I'm also really good at media analysis and making arguments. I don't do well in debates because I choke under the pressure(gotta work on that tbh), but I'm good at writing argumentative essays. Plus, I'm pretty good at just bold face lying to people so overall I can be pretty damn convincing. I like adrenaline rushes and try to actively seek out new experiences as long as I'm confident they won't cause me any significant damage(socially or physically) in the long run. Which is unfortunately not many because I am INCREDIBLY paranoid. Like to the point of accidentally staying up til 3am cuz I'm convinced someone's gonna break into my house and kill me... I also have depression, severe dissociation issues, and existential dread which is. Fun. That's fun. I also have a tendancy to go down random rabbit holes and obsess over inconsequential details in shows I like to the point of making whole ass conspiracy theories :)

LIKES: Cartoons, drawing, writing, acting, singing, reading fanfic, watching YouTube, long drives, listening to music, jumpscaring ppl, being funny, ziplining, problem solving, video essays, ghost hunting shows, supernatural stuff in general, psychology, media analysis, frogs, sharks, ferrets, cats, violence, chocolate, Drawfee(YT channel), glitter, and just. So many fandoms. Just so many.

DISLIKES: Slimey shit, being touched(most of the time, there are occasional exceptions), being touch starved DESPITE not liking being touched, ppl insulting my interests(only I get to do that), media illiteracy, projects I'm not invested in, ppl putting preasure on me, mosquitoes, existential dread, dissociating, being tired all the time, being wrong, taking risks, feeling vulnerable, and stories with a lot of potential that just. Don't do anything with said potential.

PREFERENCES?: Uh. Someone significantly taller than me(shouldn't be hard Hazbin characters are fucking huge) that'll listen to my insane rants and is able to match my energy.

Akdncksmfnsmdsn I rlly hope I did this right again it's my first time doing anything like this-

HEYYYYYY!!! FINALLY GOT TO YOU 😜

Honestly I was debating on like a few different characters BUT!

I’ve decided to pair you with… LUTE!

Honestly I think she’d also be sex repulsed. She’s definitely more of a romantic lover! Though she doesn’t show it.

I think she talked to you at first because your style choices reminded her of Adam- and obviously, she misses him like crazy

If you did dye your hair often with her, she’d probably want to help you! I think she’d apply the color so it doesn’t get messy :)

She LOVES your personality. She thinks you are similar to her in many ways!

She also would need to experience it herself. She’s pretty stoic and doesn’t show her emotions. She’d probably think it’d make herself look weak.

I think you both would definitely fight back to back 24/7! You both would fight to the DEATH for each other.

She loves how caring you are for other people- it gives her a different sense of pace. Someone new!

I think Lute would see a TINY BIT through your lies. Lute is very observant with EVERYTHING.

She’d love if you made jokes. She need’s something less boring in her life than just standing there.

Adrenaline rushes? Totally join the exorcists- and you can be her right hand!!

She’d try to help you through paranoia, but you shouldnt worry much. She’s STRONG asf!

She’d LOVE TO HEAR CONSPIRACIES!! she would think they are SO COOL.

Although she isn’t much taller- I think she’d around 5’8 personally. She just looks small bc shes always next to Adam who’s HUGE!

She may not be able to match your energy, only because she’ll need to come out of her shell more- she’s always listening. She has ears EVERYWHERE.

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HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ���️

[phos-phorus]

If I had the chance to start over || Launt

It got out of hand. I got lost in my own writing while listening to chances on repeat. I startet writing this fic at around 10:30pm and its now 3am so please excuse any mistakes etc and let me know if there are any!

Summary: James has had feelings for Niki for a long time now. He never ends up confessing tho and one day the despair hits him so hard he gets himself so fogged with alcohol and drugs that Niki has to come and save the day once again. Meanwhile James finally opens up about his feelings.

Silverstone

The roar of engines filled the air at Silverstone as James Hunt pulled his helmet off, shaking his golden hair free. James leaned against the pit wall, he glanced across the pit lane as his gaze fell on Niki Lauda, cool and composed, discussing strategies with his team. There was a magnetism to Niki that James couldn't quite shake off, a quiet strength and an enigmatic presence that drew him in.

James found himself watching Niki more than usual. Every precise movement, every calculated decision, and the sheer determination etched on his face fascinated James. He wondered if Niki ever noticed the stolen glances, the lingering looks. It was a fleeting thought, quickly buried beneath a brash smile and a casual shrug. James Hunt wasn't the type to dwell on feelings, especially not feelings as confusing as these.

"Hey, Hunt," a voice called, snapping him out of his reverie. It was one of the mechanics. "We filled her up. Ready for another round?"

James smirked, masking the tumultuous feelings inside. "Always am."

But as he climbed into his car, his mind still kept wandering to Niki.

Monaco

The glamour of Monaco was intoxicating, with its sun-soaked streets and opulent yachts. The competition was fierce, the stakes higher than ever. Yet, James found his thoughts straying towards Niki. They had become rivals on the track and, somehow, confidants off it. There were late-night conversations, hushed and intimate, where they shared dreams and fears over drinks.

One such night, James almost blurted it out. They were on the deck of a yacht, the sea breeze ruffling their hair. Niki was talking about his plans for the next race, but James couldn't focus. His mind was racing with words he couldn't say.

"I admire you, Niki. More than you know," He managed, his voice thick with unspoken emotions.

Niki smiled, a rare, genuine smile. "I know, James. I feel the same."

The words hung in the air, open to interpretation. James' heart pounded, but he said nothing more. The moment passed, leaving him with a bittersweet taste of what could have been.

Belgium

There was no reason for him to be this happy. After McLaren made changes to the car it became difficult to drive and James ended up lurching all over the track, holding other drivers up, and eventually retired with gearbox failure.

As the race ended and Niki emerged victorious, James found himself clapping louder than anyone else, his admiration barely contained while his engineers just scoffed at him in disbelieve. He didnt care though. He stopped doing that a long time ago.

Zandvoort

James often caught himself watching Niki, thinking about what might happen if he took the leap and confessed his love.

But he never did. Instead, he masked his feelings with a reckless lifestyle—partying, women, and substances. Each time he saw Niki's determined face, the longing in his heart grew stronger.

The celebration after James's latest victory was in full swing. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, but James felt a hollowness inside. Across the room, Niki was engaged in conversation, his sharp features softened by a rare smile. He was talking to Marlene, a beautiful woman who seemed to be the only one who could break through Niki's stern exterior.

James's heart ached. He downed another glass of champagne, trying to drown the jealousy and longing that gnawed at him. What if he had taken that chance, back in '73? What if he had told Niki how he felt?

Watkins Glen

James stood in the shadows, watching Niki with Marlene, her laughter ringing out like a melody. He turned away, unable to bear the sight, and retreated to his hotel room. He saw them together often, and each time, a part of him shattered, and James cursed himself for never having the courage to confess his feelings. He never dared to hope.

Trying to numb the pain, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. The party raged on, but James felt increasingly isolated, lost in his thoughts.

Tokyo

The neon lights of Tokyo painted the city in vibrant hues. The race was over, the celebration in full swing, but James was nowhere to be found.

In his hotel room, James poured himself another drink, the alcohol mixing with the drugs he'd taken earlier. The room spun around him, memories of races, laughter, and stolen glances merging into a painful blur.

He wondered what might have been if he had confessed his love. "What if I told him?" he muttered, downing most of his freshly poured drink "What if I just told him I love him?"

What-ifs and could-have-beens crashed over him in relentless waves, each one more unbearable than the last. His vision blurred, hot tears spilling over and streaming down his cheeks.

James collapsed onto the floor, staring at the ceiling as a sob ripped through him, raw and guttural, shaking his entire body. He tried to wipe at his eyes, but the tears kept coming, a torrential flood that refused to be stemmed. His fingers brushed against his cheeks, smearing the tears, mixing them with the alcohol he spilled.

Each sob grew louder, more desperate, as if he could cry out the anguish that had settled deep within his soul. Arms wrapping around his knees, he curled into himself, rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to find comfort.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, the pain in his chest tightening with every exhale as the room around him seemed to dissolve into a haze of sorrow, the shadows closing in, suffocating him with their presence.

The desperate banging on the door was muffled at first, almost as if it were part of the whirlwind in his head. James barely registered the noise, consumed entirely by his grief. It grew more insistent, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to match the frantic beat of his own heart. He heard voices calling his name, but they were distant, like a dream slipping away.

The door swung open with a force that startled him, and there, framed in the doorway, stood Niki Lauda, breathless and wide-eyed. Niki’s face was a mixture of confusion and concern, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him.

James looked up, his vision swimming through the tears, and saw Niki standing there, silent and stunned. For a moment, everything froze. The banging on the door had stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Seeing Niki there, so vividly present when he’d only imagined him in his sorrow, was both a comfort and a fresh stab of pain.

Niki took a step forward, his eyes never leaving James’s. “James,” he said with a forced calmness, the name hanging heavily in the air. “Scheiße, James, what happened?”

"I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so, so sorry."

He didn't know who he was apologizing to—Niki, himself, the universe. It didn’t matter.

James tried to speak once more, but the words caught in his throat. He could only stare up at Niki, his emotions laid bare, his sobs a stark admission of his despair. He wiped at his face, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but the effort was futile. The weight of his sorrow and regret was too much to bear.

Niki knelt beside him, his expression a mix of sadness and empathy. He reached out a hand, carefully pulling James into a sitting position, supporting him with a firm but gentle grip. “I’m here, alright? We’ll get through this.” he said, his voice steadier than James’s own trembling hands. “Just… just breathe. In Gottes Namen was tust du dir nur an.”

James clung to Niki, his sobs finally quieting and his breathing slowing down. The room still spun, but now there was a lifeline amid the chaos.

Niki stayed with him, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them, but in that moment, the silence was enough. They sat together on the floor until Niki was convinced James wouldnt fall over or start sobbing again as soon as he let go of him.

He helped James to his feet and guided him to the couch, ensuring he was seated comfortably before moving to fetch a glass of water and some painkillers.

“You can't keep doing this to yourself. Ich kann nicht immer da sein um auf dich auf zu passen." Niki murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. " You need to stop this—drugs, alcohol. You’re destroying yourself."

James’s eyes followed every movement of Niki’s. His gaze was unwavering, even as he struggled to stay conscious. He was too weak to respond verbally, but his eyes spoke volumes, filled with a mix of regret and adoration.

Niki moved about the room, tidying up and picking up the discarded bottles with a practiced efficiency, cleaning the mess and making sure James was well enough to avoid a trip to the hospital. Despite his frustration, there was a tenderness in his touch, a silent promise that he wouldn’t leave James in this state, no matter how much James had hurt himself.

As Niki worked, James began to whisper to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of Niki’s movements and his own ragged breathing

"If I had the chance to start over… the first person I’d seek out would be you, Niki."

Niki froze for a moment, his hand hovering over a dirty glass. He looked down, catching James’s eye for a split second. There was something in James’s gaze that made Niki pause, his heart aching despite the anger he felt.

“I should’ve... I should’ve told you, should’ve taken the chance while I could” James continued as he looked up into Niki's eyes “I would’ve done it right this time. I would’ve told you everything. I would-”

"You need to drink your water." Niki interrupted harshly as he turned to put the glass and the empty whiskey bottle on the counter.

“I’m sorry,” James whispered again, his voice breaking. “I didn’t... I didn’t know how-”

Niki leaned in to check James's pulse once more but remained silent, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of James’s emotions. The weight of the words that James had never said lay heavily in the room.

In a halting voice, he continued, "I... I love you, Niki. I've always loved you. And I know I've messed everything up, but if I had another chance, I'd do it all differently. I'd do it right."

For a long moment, Niki said nothing, just knelt there, processing the words that hung heavy in the air. He finally shook his head slightly, as if to clear his thoughts, and resumed tending to James, his movements a little gentler now.

Making sure James was settled in bed, his head resting on a pillow and a glass of water within reach, Niki turned to leave, casting one last glance at James.

“Rest, James. We'll talk more when you're sober. I’ll be around if you need anything." he said softly, his voice lacking its earlier harshness.

He turned off the light and quietly left the room, leaving James alone in the darkness.

James lay in the darkness, tears streaming down his face once more. He had finally said it, but it felt like he had lost everything. He clung to the hope that maybe, somehow, he could fix things. But for now, he was alone, begging the universe for a chance to turn back time.

The room was silent, save for his whispered plea, "I didn’t mean for it to be this way. Please. Please, let me go back. Let me fix this."

But the past remained unchangeable, and James was left to face the consequences of his silence, his heartache echoing in the empty room.

[ilovesjamesbb]

Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 25)

Bucky x Reader

“Let him go” Steve grabbed my shoulder. 

I shook him off. I followed after Bucky and he went to our room. 

“Bucky. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” Before I could say anything I was pushed up against the wall. His eyes were dark and I realized how dark the room really was. The room was a mess. The bed wasn’t made. Drawers were open. He hadn’t been taking care of himself. 

“I’m sorry.” Tears filled my eyes. 

“Why did you leave me?” His face was filled with anger but I could hear the sadness in his words. The betrayal. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

“Why!” He pushed me harder into the wall and I whimpered. I knew Bucky would never hurt me but I didn’t recognize this person in front of me. I turned my head against the wall and closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek and I tried my best to not look how I felt. Scared. His breath was fast and ragged. He let go of me and staggered back until he hit the bed. I kept my cheek pressed against the wall and took a deep breath. I heard him stand and walk toward me again. 

“Why?” He sounded so broken. I turned to him and I could see the desperation all over his face. 

“I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.” He turned around again. 

“Bucky. I swear. I wanted to tell you what I was going to do. I was so tempted. When I saw you asleep and I was writing that note I prayed you would wake up and tell me not to go. But you have to understand I wanted it to end. I wanted you to wake up and it would be over.” I started to walk over to the window where he stood looking out. 

“I would have helped you. I’m supposed to protect you but I can’t keep doing that when you’re set on suicide missions. Do you have a death wish?” He was angry again. 

“I just wanted it to end. I can’t keep living like this.” More tears made their way down my face. 

“Like what? Is this not enough for you? Am I not enough for you?” He yelled. I shook my head. Of course he was. 

“You are so careless with your life.” He made eye contact with me. 

“I love you, Bucky. I would never do anything to hurt you.” There was no fighting his words. I had to take it in a different direction. I loved him so much it hurt. I had forgotten that in my endeavor to find Christian I was hurting him.

“Bucky please. James.” 

“I know you would never hurt me intentionally. But you did. You beg me not to leave you but why does it feel like you are always leaving me?” His eyes were glassy and his words were soft. 

“I know you feel like you can’t trust me but I need you to trust me when I say that I will never do anything like this again.” Tears were falling and I angrily swiped them away. I felt so pathetic. 

“I trust you. It’s me and you till the end of the line, remember?” He put his hand on the side of my face. I launched myself into his arms and put my hands around his neck. Hugging Bucky felt like home. His hand came to the back of my head and he kissed the hair above my ear. 

“God, you scared me, doll.” I pulled back to meet his eyes and he thumbed my tears away. I leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was soft and sweet. It felt like years since the last one. He picked me up so my legs were around his waist and he deepened the kiss. My back hit the window and the kiss grew rougher. 

“I think I need to remind you that you're mine.” He breathed in my ear. 

“I think so too.” He threw me on the bed and I remembered I was still wearing the dress from the gala. It was 3am and yet it felt like a whole day had passed. His hands slid up the side where I was still wearing my empty thigh holsters. He unbuckled them and shoved the dress until it rested on my ribs. 

“You are going to take everything I give you. I think you are going to come for every time you’ve left me. Mmmh how many times has it been? Four now?” His metal fingers wrapped around the back of my knee and he yanked me down the bed. He went to take off his shirt and I slid further off the bed until I was on my knees. 

“What are you doing? Get up.” He looked down at me. I moved my hands to his belt and started to unbuckle it. He allowed me to and I unzipped his pants. He grabbed my wrist. 

“I just want to make you feel good.” He let go of my wrist and I slid down his boxers and his pants. He was already hard. I took him in my hand and wasted no time putting him in my mouth. I looked up at him and he never moved his eyes from mine. I thought my pace was good until he gathered my hair in his hand. 

“Doll. I need to fuck your face. Are you gonna let me?” I knew he wasn’t really asking me but I nodded anyway. His pace was relentless. Usually he’d give me a chance to breathe but he never stopped. I relaxed my throat and tried to breathe out of my nose. 

“Nothing to say now, doll.” He pulled my head back and I gasped for air. I didn’t waste a second and took his cock back in my mouth before he could do it. 

“Fuck.” He lurched forward and his chest was over my head. His cock was so deep in my throat. At that moment all I wanted to do was please him. He had this control over me.

“Fuck Your gonna make me come.” 

“Agent L/n. Your presence is requested by Dr. Banner.” Jarvis’s voice came out of nowhere. Bucky removed himself from my mouth. We just stared at each other. 

“You have been requested as well, Sergeant Barnes.” God damnit. I stood up and sat on the bed. This was the most awkward timing. Bucky pulled his pants up and buttoned his jeans. 

“Just when things were getting interesting”. I looked toward him and he grunted. I moved to the closet and put on a red top and tied up my hair. I brushed my teeth quickly and saw Bucky walk to the bathroom. 

“I’m gonna head to the med bay. Meet you there?” I called back knowing he may need a second. He opened the door. 

“No. We can go together.” We took the elevator up. Jamie and Bruce were talking about something. The lights were dimmed and I noticed that Jamie was wearing different clothes. Bruce must have given him something other then a suit. 

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

“Mr. Valentino seems to be in some sort of transition between human and vampire.” Dr. Cho said from behind a screen. 

“What does that mean? Is he going to be okay?” I was starting to stress. I still felt like this was all my fault. Dr. Cho gave me a weird look. What is going on?

“If my calculations are right, in order to finish the transition Mr.Valentino will have to consume human blood.” Dr. Cho finished. I looked toward Jamie and looked away. 

“And if he doesn't?” Bucky asked. 

“Then he will die.” She said. 

“I won’t do it.” Jamie stood up. 

“Jamie you’ll die.” I pleaded with him. 

“He’s already dead.” Bucky chimed in. I looked at him incredulously. 

“Something tells me you're not all choked up over it “ Jamie spat at Bucky. 

“Really? I’m feeling some pretty strong emotions right now.” He stepped toward Jamie. What was wrong with them?

“Trying to act all tough in front of your girl-”

“That’s right. My girl!”

“Not if-”

“Jame-” I tried to step in.

‘What!” They said at the same time. Their heads snapped back to look at eachother and I knew the fighting was about to start again. 

“I’m not being a tape measure in a dick measuring contest. Get it together.” I spat. 

“This isn’t the time. Jamie. You need to make a decision. There isn’t time for this.” I wanted him to choose life. Or survival. He hesitated. I saw that he was scared. He wanted to keep going but he couldn’t do it. 

“As much as I want to kill Christian I can’t go through with this. I won’t be a monster.” He moved toward me and I turned my head. Tears started to fill my eyes. I needed to respect his decision but the guilt was becoming too much. 

“Y/n. Look at me”. He lifted his hand to my chin so that I would look at him. 

“No.” I backed away. 

“I won’t stand here and watch you die. I respect your decision but I can’t do this. I’m sorry, Jamie.” I left the room and I heard people calling after me. Tears started to fall. It was so selfish of me to leave but I couldn’t watch another person die. Tears clouded my sight and I could barely see where I was going. I relied on my muscle memory. I was almost in my room when I collided with someone. 

“I’m sorry.” I tried to keep walking when someone caught my shoulder. 

“Y/n. Are you okay?” It was Steve. I turned to him to lie but I couldn’t. I shook my head and he encased me into a hug. iI held on to his shirt and he rubbed my back. 

“It’s going to be okay.” He said. 

“Come on.” He released me and grabbed my hand. 

“Where are we going?” I tried to wipe away the tears. 

“I know a place.”

[princessconsuela120]

the fall match up is pretty cool :33

but for me can it be southpark ty 🤗

zodiac: scorpio

personality: childish, dirty minded, quiet

Details: can't take anything seriously, horrible at emotions 🤷🏾‍♀️ loves music and gets no sleep whatsoever

PRINCESSCONSUELA’S FALLFEST EVENT🍂🧣🎃🍃

🍂 - Fall Matchup: Send in a few details about yourself, looks wise, personality wise, zodiac sign, hobbies and so on, and if you want add a preferred fandom as well. I will match you up with someone from my fic list and write a short Drabble to go with it!

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Ask and you shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I hope it does you justice! I’m all for the opposites attract trope, and based off your description I think this would be perfect. I feel like this would be a sarcastic witty duo that would play out PERFECTLY. I hope you enjoy!

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3AM IN THE MORNING, THAT WAS THE CURRENT TIME. Not that you were keeping track or anything, or that you've gotten to the point where each star sticker on your ceiling was another second you would count, but you had come to the realization that morning would be here soon. You weren't even sure if you could call it morning…wouldn't you need sleep for that?

You contemplated calling Kyle, maybe a total of ten different times that you picked up the phone before setting it back down and accepting the defeat. It was sort of crazy, the way your relationship worked. Almost polar opposites to a tee, minus the fact that you loved each other. Kyle was the type of boy who had a whole nighttime routine, and never missed his 10:00 bedtime that he administered himself. You however, tended to ignore the rules of science and see how long your brain could function on no sleep, being solely fueled by Tweek’s parents coffee.

Now, you knew you weren't sure if your dreariness was making this up, but you could have sworn you could hear the creaking of the old wooden floors outside your door. It must have just been your sleep paralysis demon coming to let you know school was upon you.

“Go away Phill, I'm not in the mood.” You yelled towards the door, Phill being what you named said sleep paralysis demon. You two had had far too many encounters to keep referring to it as a demon.

“Dang, not only did you get my name wrong but you told me to leave before you even tried the cup of tea I made you.” Kyle whispered, quietly pulling the door closed behind him to not disturb your parents. You quickly sat up from your bed, smiling widely at the ginger haired boy in front of you as you rushed to hug him.

“Careful, you dont wanna spill this, it's hot.” He teased, pulling away as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“What are you doing here? It's three in the morning?”  You asked, following as Kyle pulled you gently to sit next to him on your bed, handing you the mug of sleepytime tea he had brewed for you and taking a sip.

“Well, you know what they say, you can't fall asleep if someones thinking about you.” You looked at him confused.

“No, I didn't know they said that…who says that?” He shook his head, chuckling lightly at your cluelessness as he squeezed your hands.

“You know what? It doesn't matter. What does matter is that I am here, and we still have 4 more hours til you need to wake up for school.” he lectured, snuggling into bed as you finished off the tea, cuddling up to his side.

“Its-” you were cut off as you yawned, snuggling your head in the crook of his neck. “It's no use, I'm not tired.” you grumbled, slurring your words as you suddenly felt sleep wash over you the second Kyle began combing his fingers through your hair. He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he kissed your head.

“Oh yeah?” he asked cockily, and you barely could answer with the immediate sleepiness you felt.

“Hmm.” you replied, burying your face into his chest as you soon began to let out soft snores. Kyle chuckled lightly, careful not to disturb you as you slept.

“Not tired huh?” he mumbled teasingly, kissing your head before letting himself drift off to sleep with you. 

Okay, now maybe there were some instances where you could sleep. Instances where the child inside you felt safe and warm. Instances where your heart felt so full, you had to sleep off the weight it held in your chest. Instances where you couldn't help but be so in love, that you needed to fall asleep just so you could dream about Kyle. Especially when he played with your hair. The next morning you'd wake up and swear he put sleeping pills in your tea, but deep down you knew. You knew that the child inside you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.

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[haruhar-u]

The second chapter of the thing

a/n also written in February/March so different writing style

TWS for this chapter:

-Death of a parent

-mention of childbirth (not in detail)

-discussions of death

link to the first chapter

3am and I’m woken by a gentle tap on my head. I roll over to not y’know face the wall and see what or who the hell is prodding me. It’s Tian, he’s in tears and his hair is a mess.I get up and face him. “Hey, what happened?” I ask, sitting up then reaching out to smooth down his hair.  Screw my sleep schedule, Tian’s more important. 

“I wanna see my mom.” He mutters 

“This late?” I mean this has happened before, usually due to a terror revolving around his mom which he seems to get a lot. I always drive him since he doesn’t want to drive himself.

Tian nods. I grab 2 hoodies from the pile I had next to my bed. I put one on over what I wore to sleep and hand Tian the other, “It gets cold at night.”  

We then walk out to the car, I get into the driver’s seat and he gets into the front passenger’s seat. I drive about 10 minutes through the city at night, it was still quite busy, I suppose the saying ‘the city never sleeps at night’ is true. 

I pull up in the driveway of the cemetery and park the car. We get out and I follow him to his mom. It’s  about a 5 minute walk and we stop once we finally spot his mom, Guizhong Wu. He rested his head on the tombstone and started speaking to her in Mandarin. After I helped him light the incense stick as an offering to his mother. The tombstone was the cleanest one I’ve seen, there’s no moss growing on the stone and the grass around it is trim. He told me that when he was a child, his father banned him from visiting his mom, not even during the Qingming Festival which  I guess is like their version of Día de los Muertos. Even now he has to be careful to not bump into his dad here. He never told me why. 

A gentle breeze comes by and ruffles Tian’s hair and only his, I feel like that’s his mom letting him know she’s there. I make sure to keep my distance and give him some space. He gets up, bows three times to the grave and goes over to me. “We can go home now.” 

I nod and put my arm around him just cause I felt like hugging him but felt that’d be inappropriate right now. 

“Your hoodie smells like you.” He commented once we got into the car.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Mhm, I might steal it.” 

“Hey, can you tell me why your dad banned you from visiting your mom?” I’m scared this question may upset him and part of me thinks I’m stupid for asking but the other part of me knows I’ll understand him better if I know. 

“I’ll tell you later, can we go?” He says, avoiding my question. I think the part of me that thinks I’m stupid for asking is correct, stupid. 

I nod and start the car, “I’m going to stop by a 7/11 is that ok? My little sister is coming over soon and I wanna give her a lot of snacks”

Tian nods at me.

I put 7/11 in my  GPS and began to drive. Once we get there, I buy a whole load of snacks and instant noodles for Val for when she arrives from Australia in 2 weeks. I also buy a whole ton of snacks for Tian, as well as a slushie for him. I don’t want to have to take another fast-acting  insulin shot (already had to take one last night ), so nothing for myself. We don't care that it’s 5 am. Then we decide  to walk 20 minutes to Central Park to hang out. I don’t think we’re getting any sleep tonight, this isn’t our first all nighter so we’ll be fine!  

We sit on a bench near the Gapstow Bridge. Tian rests his head on my shoulder and I feel his hair brush up against my neck. The sky looks almost like a painting with the mixtures of pastel oranges and yellows with a touch of red and white fluffy clouds that look like something someone would take a bite out of. The sun peeks over the horizon, the reflection of the sun shows in the murky waters of the pond and the birds  start to come out and sing. I think I can hear a mockingbird among them, I really used to like birds when I was a kid, it was a stupid obsession really. 

I whistle the Mockingjay Whistle from the Hunger Games and  surprisingly a mockingbird whistles back. Tian looks up at me equally as surprised and I grin back at him. I didn’t expect a bird to whistle back. 

A little old lady walks by us and she smiles at us, “you two are a really cute couple.” 

Tian’s eyes widen and I awkwardly laugh “Oh, we’re not-“ she has already walked away. 

“Do we look like a couple?” Tian asks me

“I suppose so, but who really cares. As long as we both know it’s platonic” I shrug 

Tian nods then bites his lip, “I suppose you wanna know why my dad didn’t allow me to see my mom.” 

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” I offer, I look directly at him.

Tian takes a deep breath, “He blames me for her death. So he basically sees me as a devil's spawn that’ll have to repay him for doing the bare minimum.” He blurts out. 

I wrinkle my brow, she died when he was just a baby, how the hell is this possible. 

“She died due to complications with childbirth from what I’ve heard. ” 

I put my hand onto his shoulder “Hey hey, it’s not your fault, you probably weren’t even an hour old. Your dad’s just delusional and wants someone to blame.” 

“I was never even allowed to celebrate my birthday…” Tian lets out a hollow laugh, “The birthday party you and Luka threw for me 2 years ago was actually the first time I celebrated it.” 

“Oh..” What am I supposed to say to that? ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I’m sorry this happened to you?’, ‘I hate your dad.’ Or just hug him. I decide to just hug him and not say anything. That’s the safe option, I would think. I pull him into a hug and hold him tightly, just like how I’d comfort my sister when she was younger.

Tian relaxes as he feels a lot less tense the moment I hug him. He doesn’t seem too upset about his dad. Sadly I think this means he’s used to how his father treats him. What kind of sick man would even treat his own son like that?

“He obviously never really cared about my hobbies or grades, I used to try to do really well when I was in elementary school to get his attention because I wondered why all the other kid’s dad’s loved them but mine doesn’t love me. When I got to high school, I just stopped trying and nearly failed and was almost held back a grade twice, so then I dropped out when I was 16.. And not many people are willing to hire a high school dropout.” He lets out a sigh, “I was kicked out when I was 18 and had to couch surf.” 

I blinked at him, taking a moment to process what he just told me. “How did you make enough money to go to the  concert where we met?”

 I was never really low on money (considering my parents send me money which is what I survive off of) as I grew up in a rich household and went to some fancy private school where the worst thing that happened to me were kids asking me to sing Despacito when it was popular because I speak fluent Spanish —the meaning of the song scared me as a kid— or when I realized I’m the heir to my family’s fortune, that’s weird to think about. I had everything I could ever ask for,a personal attendant and more as a child. My mom is the head of the Mexican embassy in Australia. My dad is a lawyer who immigrated with her. I have Australian citizenship because I was born there, Mexican citizenship because both my parents have one and American permanent residency. If you were to ask where I’m from I wouldn’t be able to answer. Honest

“I won a giveaway.” 

Now that I think of it none of us have a job since I rely on money sent from my parents, minus Luka , but he relies on his shop on Etsy anyway.  Luka usually tries to offer me discounts if I try to buy one of his paintings but I refuse the discount and pay full price. Ah, shit my mind is wandering again.

Tian laughs hollowly again, “the band’s all I have at this point.” 

“Then we have to get like famous and make loads of money!!” I declare, puffing out my chest and sitting up a little straighter.

This takes Tian aback. “You think we’re good enough?” 

I grin, “Of course, we’re the best band in the world!” 

“Really?” 

I laugh, “Perhaps an interpretative dance will make you understand better.” I say getting up from the bench and moving to stand directly in front of where he’s sitting. 

“Oh god, Micah please no.” Tian says while obviously laughing.

I start to play the air guitar or as I like to call it the air bass with as much energy as I have, “so you see this is us playing our instruments and just being ourselves,” then I start skipping around with my arms out, “and this will fans flocking towards us!” I sit back down next to him. I grin, “Does that explain my plan?” 

“I didn’t think you’d actually dance.” Tian pieces together while laughing uncontrollably. 

“Well I did, ha!” 

“How do you even think we can get famous?” Tian asks me once he stops laughing. 

“We do really well in performances and hope that we get lucky.” That’s  really all I could think of at the moment.

Tian looks at me and nods and I smile at him. Then I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him closer to me as his rests his head on my shoulder once more.

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[ashestoshadows]

The silent threat that lurks amongst you...

(Human, yandere, male) Zoroark x Reader

Idk why I wrote this at, like, 3AM but I want to try and write more violent yandere stuff. And here's my first attempt: with a male and very aggressive Zoroark. And yes this is in someway headcanons (and a small story if you will- i'll maybe expand further with this)

The reader was given no gender here so you can project your own here; I also made the yandere here basically mute as I just thought it worked better that way so you just imagine what he's likely thinking as he never makes a peep really. besides laughing.

(Trigger warnings? Stalking, violence, reveling in someones pain/sadistic-ish)

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Zoroark's are famous for their strong unity when in packs

Even as humans, Pokehumans, their unity is just as strong as their normal counterparts

You must of have done something to garner one to notice, let alone pay any mind to you, as they usually don’t care as long as you stay far enough away and don’t hurt any of their kits

Most Zoroark's are male but there is the offset it’s a female, males are much more territorial and protective of their packs

While the females just stay in their den, and protect their young, even risking their lives for them

Females sometimes also hunt for abandoned Zorua's to adopt for themselves and make sure they survive until they're ready to leave and hunt for themselves

But nonetheless with the side notes on them and their habits-

A male hybrid walked out from the cloak of darkness and peeked behind a tree. He noticed you walking by, you appeared to be alone… Quite foolish considering many strong creatures roamed these paths and lands.

He let out a giggle, but he continued to watch. Slowly trailing behind you and taking great entertainment at watching your naivety. Taking the form of a small creature such as Greedent so you wouldn’t pay his presence any mind, or care, as he came into your eyesight.

 Your eyes locked with the small squirrel who ran up to you and handed you a small flower. It was small and the smell was airy and sweet, as you smelled it "Thank you little guy" you smiled at the squirrel before it dashed off… although a bit too quickly for what you're used to.

You continued walking down the path as you continued humming, birds fluttering about continuing their own days like usual and same for you as well.

Weeks passed since then and they slowly began testing their luck. Just quickly passing by.

But regardless, Zoroark's can be very aggressive and this one saw you as his property.

He eventually showed himself, long red hair pulled back into a long loose ponytail accompanied  by a green jewel separating the two parts. Small parts sticking out all over the place.

You instantly tensed up and let out a gasp as you continued backing up until you were stuck; back to a tree as he kept walking closer and closer until his face was basically inches from yours

He said nothing as his green eyes pierced into yours with obvious ill-intentions of some kind. You yelped at feeling one of his clawed hands grasping at your cheek, holding your face to look at him.

Your breathe quickened as he suddenly did something, your eyes shut as you awaited the inevitable. You were at his mercy. But he… licked your face? And as quick as he appeared he was gone.

You shivered feeling his saliva on your cheek starting to dry up as you got up. Quickly picked up your bag which you dropped before you took off running like an athlete

 "What… the fuck??"

This wasn't your last encounter, don’t get your hopes up.

That moment looped in your head for days as you racked it for any reason for why as you bumped into someone… you were lost now as you didn't recognise where you were.

"Excuse me, sir?" you spoke your voice snapping the male out of his thoughts as he looked at you, his head cocked to the side as in listening

"Where am I? How do I get back on the path?" he pointed to the right of him as he began walking, you quickly followed behind him very thankful you bumped into to someone here.

You were forced to trek though these woods as your village was here in the middle of the woods and you had no Pokemon to help you with transportation or protection. So you were likely going to meet said creature you met before again.

You hoped not though as he scared you, you had no real knowledge on Pokemon, nonetheless whatever creature he was. You stopped abruptly as you realised you were back on the path, and you sighed looking around to find the stranger to say thank you to but found nada.

"THANK YOU!" you yelled hoping he heard as you continued, a small giggle could be heard as you yelped in surprise dreading who you thought it was

 You felt something brush past your back as you looked behind you to see nothing, you suddenly felt a heavy and looming presence behind you. You felt yourself get dragged off the path and being pressed against a tree, your arms held up above your head as you looked at the person who was doing this.

You were greeted with two feral green eyes which you recognized, he held your arms up above your head with one hand as he used the other cup your face, admiring you.

He looked terrifying as the light swallowed all around him making his eyes look like they were glowing. A subtle growl began to be heard as you felt a hand being pressed on your chest as you gasped, now thrashing about not wanting this to be happening. Not to you, and definitely not here.

A sinister smile grew on the Pokehumans face, sharp canine teeth exposing themselves as he reveled in seeing you scared, terrified. You have never felt this much fear in your life and you honestly wished you had a Pokemon to help you here.

You felt claws dig into your cheek as you felt them almost pinch your skin, threatening to cause a bleeding wound, but it seemed he was… holding back?

He didn't move, just watched you as you watched him, petrified of whatever he was planning on doing to you "P-please… Hurry up and just kill me!" you basically screamed as the male frowned, very confused as to what you were getting at. His hand that was grasping your face now went down and rested at your waist roughly as his other held your hands together now not letting you move them.

It appeared this one was either mute or was a man of very little words, you couldn't control yourself as you let a scream rip through your chest and out of your throat. A strong surge of strength surged through as you ripped your arms and hands free as you ran. Not caring about whatever you left behind before you left.

 Your hope was quick lived as you were shoved down, you face smothered in dirt as you moaned. You felt the air being pushed out of your lungs from the impact as the male flipped you back over, your eyes locked with his as his free hand traced your body with  his claw as if memorizing it all in his head and you watched tears welding in your eyes as you just wanted to go home.

A dominating looked burned brightly in his eyes as he then violently seared your arms as you screamed- You felt blood reaching outside of your body, touching air as you felt his claws ripped through your skin.

You were testing his patience. You're his property. Get it through your head. And then maybe he'll let you live and you'll make a good mate for him.

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

a/n: i do not remember writing this at all, but it was in my drafts. i think that this might just have been a 3am thing as there is absolutely no plot to this whatsoever, so i am sorry that it makes no sense at all, but i thought that it was somewhat cute anyway and so here we are. enjoy?

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in pursuit of laughter (with the perfect degree of mirth)

Wednesday was outright refusing to rest. Each night, Enid could hear her clacking away at her typewriter, polishing her cello, stepping about in a quick pace around their shared room.

At first, the blonde hadn't questioned it. Wednesday was weird. We all knew that; it wasn't until she noticed the heavy bags that seemed to be pulling at the girl's eyelids that she decided to step in. The writer looked like she was in pain. Well, more pain than usual. Enid had spoken to Thing about it ad nasuem. He had expressed to her that she often does this. She goes through phases of insomnia. It wasn't entirely uncommon, but it didn't ever last this long. Five days. Wednesday hadn't closed her eyes in five days. Most people would have been driven mad by the third day, but not Wednesday. Because she was weird.

As if Enid had Beetlejuice-d her roommate with her mind, the latter came stomping through the door. Her movements were slow; her whole body drooping to the floor. She dropped her bag down beside her bed before collapsing onto her mattress with a sigh.

"Howdy, roomie!" Enid almost yelled.

Wednesday flinched at the decibel of Enid's tone before grunting at her roommate in response. This'd been the trajectory of how the majority of their conversations had concluded over the last few days. The werewolf missed her roomie. She had missed her usual not as cold, detached tone. These last few days had been far too cold for her liking.

After another minute of Enid staring at Wednesday and Wednesday pretending that she hadn't noticed, the raven haired girl stood up and started to move sluggishly towards their shared bathroom.

Enid followed her across the floor with her eyes. She needed to fix her friend and if Wednesday wanted to play hardball, well, so could she.

It had been a couple of minutes, but as the writer emerged from the bathroom, looking more worn out than when she had left those few minutes ago, the blonde decided that it was now or never.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Enid pounced onto her roommate, the pair toppling to the floor with a very undignified thump. Wednesday struggled admirably, trying in vain to push Enid away from her. She should know by now that her tired spaghetti arms are no match for Enid's human strength, never mind her wolf strength. With little effort, the blonde forced Wednesday's hands behind her back and held them there with one knee.

"Enid, let me go," Wednesday hissed, her braid whipping around as she turned her head to face Enid.

The look that she gave to the other girl was almost enough to make her falter. Almost. Eyes on the prize, Enid. "No. You need to sleep, Wednesday."

The raven haired girl growled under her breath, hissing as she felt a hand latch onto her side. Her breath hitched as she realised what it was that Enid was planning to do.

"Enid, no. Don't." Her struggling became a little bit more frantic, but she was far too exhausted to really make it count.

"I'm sorry, Wednesday, but you leave me no choice. If you refuse to sleep then I will just have to make you."

And she went straight for the kill. Enid dug her fingers into Wednesday's ribs and hit the spots just between the bones that she knew drove the girl insane. The reaction was instantaneous.

"Ahahahahaha! Ehihihihinid!"

The werewolf couldn't help but smile along with the goth's laughter. She would never get tired of hearing her giggles and snorts. "Yes?"

The teasing lilt in her voice made Wednesday blush a shade darker than she had been. "Stohohohop it!"

Enid hummed, her face appearing to be in deep thought for a moment before her movements became a little bit more aggressive. She was not playing around. "No, I don't think I will."

Wednesday tried to pull at her hands, which were still suspended behind her back, to no avail. She snorted as Enid hit that dreaded spot on her second rib. It made giggles turn to full laughter as her struggling became slower under the weight of her exhaustion and her cachinnation.

Enid grinned down at the girl underneath her. "Oh, right, this is a really bad spot for you," she teased, snickering to herself. "I forgot."

If Wednesday had access to her knives right now, the werewolf would be dead. In fact, as soon as she regained control of all four of her limbs, the werewolf would die.

The blonde let her hands retreat from Wendesday's body, the writer gasping in some much needed air. Her head dropped to the floor, forehead resting against dusty floorboards. If Enid didn't know any better, she could have sworn that she saw the writer's eyes close for a few seconds as she gathered herself.

Progress.

She looked down into Wednesday's eyes and could almost see that her resolve was breaking. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"

Wednesday turned her head just slightly to face the blonde's that was hovering above hers. "No, it is my writing -"

But the werewolf was having none of that. Enid wiggled her hand into Wednesday's short pocket and dug her thumb into the crease where the girl's leg met her body. It was a stab in the dark, to be honest. She wasn't entirely sure if the girl was ticklish there, but it was one of her worst spots. So she figured why not. She was not disappointed. Wednesday started snorting and cackling immediately. She tried to threaten Enid, to yell that she was going to use her bed springs to remove the werewolf's fingernails, but no words were making it past her manical laughter. It was frankly embarrassing how much of a reaction she was able to get out of her with just one finger.

Wednesday's face had reached an undiscovered shade of red as her head shot around in silent laughter. Enid used her thumb to dig into that spot whilst a claw simultaneously scratched circles onto her bottom ribs, bringing forth the perfect degree of mirth.

It wasn't until the girl had completely resigned herself to her fate that Enid retreated her hands again and released Wednesday's arms from their hold behind her back. Wednesday, for her part, lay on the floor in a puddle of her own limbs as she tried to gather herself together. Before she was able to regain full composure of her body, however, she felt herself be scooped up off the floor and carefully placed down onto her bed.

She stared tiredly up at Enid as the other girl brought the covers over her body, humming as she did so, and tucked the sides underneath her both of her arms.

The werewolf smiled down at her. "Sleep sweet, roomie," she said before skipping over to her own bed. Wednesday could have sworn that she saw the blonde fist pump Thing before her eyes drooped closed, and she fell into a very pleasant dream of revenge.

Enid was going to suffer, and Wednesday was going to enjoy every moment of inflicting said suffering.

[rriavian]

hello op i hope it brings you some joy to heard that i just discovered your fics today and has already devoured like 80% of them all. it's 3am and i'm procrastinating on everything in this life but i Need to let you know

ADVGAJEAIEKBDHAHUUFHRKFG THEY ARE SO GOOODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

i'm a total newbie to the sandman fandom (just over a week i think) but i have not read such enticing depiction of dream before as those in your fic omggggggggggg (like just a being experiencing worldly exp from, the left, i looooovvveee him like that, sorta like spock if you get what i mean. i'll need to get Your dream out of my head before i can read other fanfics now i think)

and like, not just dream but also depiction of sub roles like that before

i don't read d/s much because the dom behaviors are usually ok but sub are usually too much for me (my uncomfortable relationship w showing vulnerability me think)

but your fics! omg i love love how he 'acts' submissive for cori, because he holds incomprehensible powers and 'letting himself go' like that is no hair off his head. like idk idk not lucid enough to express this but woooo. like it allows me to see how the one being submissive can hold just as much power in the scene as the dom and it makes so much sense now.

bottomline is, i love all of your fic so much gaaahhhhhh thank you for blessing the fandom w them!!!! hope all good things happens to you and have a nice day!!!!

(if i can stop procras and get my stuffs done, and then my head no longer feels like cotton i'll prolly send a more coherent rant. hope i don't sound rude up there or anything.)

<3

This brought me so much joy to read!! I am so so happy that you’ve been enjoying my fics!! I procrastinated many life things while writing them so definitely understand the distraction

Welcome to the fandom! I hope you’re enjoying it all so far <3 I’m so happy that you like my depiction of Dream…he’s very special to me and I try very hard to write him well. The ways in which he experiences the world are always fun to explore, and I wanted to make them distinct from how human characters are written to be as accurate as I could. The Sandman does a great job of showing the possibilities of how the personification of dreams might experience existence.

It’s one of the things that really pulled me into the show. Dream’s nature as an Endless always really compels me!

I have a similar feeling towards d/s, because I find that as a dynamic it can feel very unbalanced. Very much personal preference but...I think I tend to dislike the binary of it? It can feel too easy. There’s a trend where d/s seems to divide certain traits into a strict definitions as if they will always mean the same thing. It then applies those definitions to characters that are seen to match. I have trouble enjoying that. Maybe it’s because I don’t like how showing vulnerability/allowing vulnerability/giving up control is often implied to be intrinsically submissive.

Just reminds me of some of the ways society views expressing emotions, or even expressing a need/want. Certain types of expression/needs are determined to be strong, and others weak, and I see that reflected in d/s quite a lot. Personally I find something icky about it.

Part of the reason why I started writing for this pairing was to explore the complexities of these dynamics. Yes Dream might take on the more stereotypically ‘submissive’ role when I write sex, but why do we think that its submissive? And does it really mean that? If not then what can it mean? I really like to challenge the idea that it’s a position without power :) And also! I like exploring what a being like Dream gain could from it? What could his interest be?

Dream likes to challenge the Corinthian’s view of submission too. And they both like to play around with potential meaning while being well aware that it’s a game between the two of them. Sometimes the Corinthian finds that frustrating, but he also plays the game as much as Dream does :)

I hope this makes sense! I wrote a post about power dynamics within my writing ages and ages ago that probably explains some of this a bit better (been meaning to update my pinned post to link to it for a while so will dig it out!).

Ok this got super long but ahhh I'm just so humbled by your words! Thank you so much for the ask!! Please feel free to send another if you would like to (no pressure if you don't though!) <3

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

This Hurts Like Hell

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three |Chapter Four |Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty- One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven | Chapter Twenty-Eight | Chapter Twenty-Nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-One | Chapter Thirty-Two | Chapter Thirty-Three | Chapter Thirty-Four | Chapter Thirty-Five | Chapter Thirty-Six | Thirty-Seven | Thirty-Eight | Chapter Thirty-Nine | Chapter Forty | Chapter Forty-One || Chapter Forty-Two || Forty-Three || Forty-Four || Forty-Five

Authors Note: This is so unhinged, I’ve had this down as a potential pathway to the ending so I’ve decided fuck it, and I am going to do it. I cried writing this, and I hope you enjoy it. The pain, the angst, the suffering and then the smut.

Likes and Comments are my love language.

Charlie’s POV

A hard thud against my door pulls me from my nightmare, groaning I fumble for my phone

3am

I sigh as another thump occurs.

“Alright” I mutter getting up, the cold floor causing me to shiver as I take the three steps from the bed to the door pulling it open.

“What” my voice husky but harsh.

A head of dark hair hits my feet as it falls backwards, my gaze traveling down, confusion fills me before hitting the honey brown eyes.

I feel the tug at my chest, a familiar ache lately.

“Hey”

“Hey yourself,” I murmur.

He just lays there, staring up at me, his eyes the clearest I’ve seen in months, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You know in a clubhouse full of bikers about to go to war over you, you should probably wear appropriate clothing” his eyes roaming my legs, coming to rest on my pajama shorts.

“Fuck you Angel” I spit, stepping back, pushing the door closed.

“I was just joking” he says, flinging his arm out to stop the door, his voice light “I’m certainly enjoying the view”

Rolling my eyes “What do you want?”

“I miss you” his gaze pierced into me.

Silence fills the air, it's not heavy, or regretful, but it's missing something.

I sink to the floor, sitting cross legged, my knee brushes his temple.

“I have a son” his voice is so quiet I almost miss it.

“Congratulations” my voice is anything but.

“It should have”

“Don’t” I cut him off.

“I can’t help how I feel”

“And what about me Angel? Does how I feel matter?”

“Everything about you matters” I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, his eyes closed, one hand tucked behind his head, the other, stretched out.

I lean back against the door, the clubhouse is silent for the first time in a long time.

“Why are you here Angel?”

“I’m scared, and you’ve always been my home,” his voice barely whispers.

I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, I try to push them down, biting my lip until I taste the familiar bitter metal taste of blood.

“I wish things were different” the urge to touch Angel is overwhelming, all I want is to melt into him, feel his arms wrap me up and for him to tell me everything is going to be okay, even though I know it won’t be.

“Could we fix us Charlie?” his eyes finally opening, drawing me closer to him.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say. I can’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks, the sob I’ve been holding in for months erupts from my chest.

“Hey” he says, sitting up and pulling me into his lap, his arms engulfing me, pulling me to his chest tightly.

“You” slap “let” slap “me” slap” think” slap “you” slap “were” slap “dead” my hand pounding into his chest.

“I thought it would be better”

I am not a beautiful crier, big, ugly sobs heave out of me, snot pouring down my face as Angel holds me.

I don’t know how long passes before I feel the tears start to lessen and my voice returns.

“It wasn’t better,” my voice cracks. “You let me think the last thing I said to you was –” I start sobbing again, my head falling into the crook of his neck.

His hand starts rubbing my back in slow circles.

“I am so sorry” he murmurs in my ear, his lips gently brushing my earlobe sending shivers down my spine.

We sit like this for what seems like forever, a sob escaping me every few minutes.

“Angel I wish things were different” I start, pulling back to look at him.

“Not tonight. Please not tonight” he says cupping the back of my neck pulling me into him, our foreheads touching “I just need you”

I take a deep breathe;

In and out, grounding myself, my body starts to calm. I let it wash over me.

“Okay” I murmured against his nose, my breath brushing across his lips. I watch as his eyes grow dark and his soft smile returns.

“Okay” he whispers and his lips press against mine. Not moving, our lips touching, waiting for me to make a move.

I press harder, my lips moving and my tongue darting out to tease his lips, prying them open. He lets me in, the calm he had earlier disappearing as he fights my mouth, his tongue rough, forceful, full of want and need.

His hands slide under my shirt, pushing me into him, I can feel him growing hard, my pelvis pushes forward, grinding against him as a groan slips mingling with my own.

His hands slide down to my legs wrapping them around him, and he pushes us off the floor, somehow I am still attached to his waist. He pushes us further into the bedroom kicking the door closed behind us.

One hand holding me, the other pulling my shirt off, he pushes me down onto the bed breaking our kiss.

“Fuck Charlie” he moans looking down at me, a soft flush warming my chest. His fingers lightly brushing down my sides coming to rest on the waistband of my shorts.

He leans over me, trailing kisses down my neck, licking and sucking along my nipples.

“Fuck” I groan pushing up into him hungry for more.

He slowly continues kissing down my body, his tongue teasing along the soft flesh under my waistband.

“Hey that's my move” I groan, pushing my hips up.

He just laughs, pushing my hips down as he quickly pulls my shorts off. His lips brushing against my hip, moving lazily down my leg and up my inner thigh.

I look down, watching as he savors my skin, lightly pressing kisses and soft licks along my inner thighs.

He catches me watching him “you like what you see” he murmurs against my skin.

“I’d like it more if I wasn’t the only one naked”

He snickers, the air pushed out of his lips brushing across my pussy I moan.

He leans back and I hear his boots hit the floor, he pushes his cut off and pulls his shirt off.

“Better?” he asks, grinning at me.

“We are getting there” I say giggling.

“Well let me make it up to you” his husky voice full of promises. He’s back between my thighs pressing a kiss to my clit, my body convulses “fuck Angel” I groan pushing into his face, desprate for me.

“Mmm” he mutters against my pussy as his fingers push open my lips, he laps and sucks at my clit as he slides two fingers inside. My body trembling as I ride his face, his tongue everywhere, his fingers buried deep inside of me.

The pressure deep in my stomach starts to build as he sucks on my clit, pushing me higher and higher.

“Fuck Angel, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck” I moan, thrashing against the bed as my orgasm hits me, black spots cloud my vision, Angel doesn’t stop, and I try to pull away, the pressure too much, too overwhelming.

He slides his fingers out leaving me feeling empty, he sits up and sucks his fingers clean watching me.

“You taste like heaven”

I reach up, pulling at his belt and pushing down his jeans.

“So greedy” he mumbles hazily helping me, his thick cock springs forward and I lick my lips. Wrapping my arms around him I pull him in for a kiss, hungry for him.

My hand sliding down his body wrapping my hand around his cock, I can feel precum leaking out, I gather it on my thumb, rubbing it back over his tip.

I feel him shake and moan into me, pressing into me.

“So greedy,” I mutter, laughing across his lips.

“Always”

I twist and push him down on the bed, taking it all in. His smooth tattooed chest, the light dusting of dark hair across his stomach leading down his hips, his thick cock and his thighs.

I sigh contently and straddle him, lining him up with my entrance, stroking him and rubbing his tip across my juices.

I watch his face overcome with pleasure as I slide down his length riding against his thrusts. Him filling me up, stretching me to the point of pleasure and pain. Our bodies combining as one, the only sound in the room is flesh hitting flesh. Angel’s hands roaming my chest, pinching my nipples. I moan, desperate for more. He grips my hips and comes up to me, kissing my lips, the new angle pushing him deeper and his pelvis brushing my clit. My body shaking, I am clinging for dear life against his body, kissing him back.

“Yes baby, ride me, take what you need” he murmurs, one of his hands snaking down and rubbing my clit, I can’t take it, it's too much.

“Angel, I’m coming” I scream, my body buckling against him harder. Everything explodes, my body so overwhelmed, I lose my vision as I see stars. I can feel Angel’s arm snaking around my back as he drops me to the mattress. He grips my hips, thrusting into me, deeper, harder, my eyes on his face, watching as he comes he presses a kiss to my lips. A long lazy kiss, as his fevered thrusts slow into lazy pumps. I feel his release, hot against my pussy walls. “Fuck” he groans pushing his head against mine.

“You’re not wrong” I say.

He slides out of me and I feel my body protest at the emptiness.

He lays back on the mattress pulling me backwards against his chest, his cock still throbbing slides between my thighs, resting against my sensitive pussy.

“Home” he murmurs sleepily into my hair.

“Home” I whisper as his soft snores flutter against my ear.

[thatfancygirlinblack]

Oh my god, this is sooo exciting!! And I love Where the Heart Is it's one of my favourite Bagginshield fics ever (everyone should read it)!

1. Haven't had the opportunity to write that many different fics but I am soo happy to be coming to the end of my very first multi-chapter fic for the first time ever!! Yes I am doing it again. And again. I can't help it. Too far gone, now.

2. Soooo many but I'll say 5 that I worked on consistently. 2 already posted, hoping the other 3 will see the light of publication sometime in 2024.

3. I'm inconsistent and disorganised but with the right people to hold me accountable I can achieve things!

4. The Hobbit and all the insane fics!

5. Bagginshield :)

6. Bagginshield, Fíli/Ori, Kíli/Tauriel, and Dwalin/Nori.

7. Unsurprisingly, I have an untameable passion for Dís, in all and every fic I fall head over heels for her.

8. I joined the Hobbit fandom this summer so yes!

9. Tough question. There's one I worked on like a madman for some time which was a dragon!Bilbo fic and I have a soft spot for it, though I've also come up with this cool AU that I'm hoping to finish before I post the dragon one 😎

10. Loved writing chapter 1 of Within the Waves, the 'Cool AU' is a personal favourite too.

11. A Tale for the Road, just because I wrote it at 3AM in a cold sweat and it's the first one I've ever truly finished!

12. The 'Cool AU' is soo tough just because I want to include so much world building and I can't settle over a good way to organise the story beats.

13. A Tale for the Road and the dragon AU!

14. A Tale for the Road (7k words) & Within the Waves (35k+)

15. I think Within the Waves is pretty chill, has a few plot holes that make me want to rip my hair out but. You know. Maybe you'll still like it.

16. All kinds of ambiences! Pirate ambience, LOTR/The Hobbit ambience, Cathedral Ambience...

17. I don't snack while I write because of a complicated layout of my writing space (=bed) and I don't want crumbs there.

18. My 'Cool AU' has a shitty title and I really want to change it but I have no inspiration! Within the Waves is kind of a boring title too, I think.

19. "They sing different things." -> Within the Waves, ch2.

20. "He has seen a Sea-troll." -> Within the Waves, ch2, gives me 'They have a cave troll' vibes.

21.

"It is more courageous to hope, Captain."

"It is more courageous to go on without hope. Hope," Thorin says, the word so foul in his mouth, so familiar, "is for those who cannot face the truth."

"What truth?" Tharkûn echoes, "What truth?"

Within the Waves chapter 4... a small sneak peek.

22.

"Of course not," Dís says sagely, her voice pitched low, "We owe it to him to make the most of it." He swallows thickly. It burns down his throat. "Yes." Dís gives a small smile, and brings her hands down from his shoulders to squeeze at his fingers. "He would be happy for us, you know."

Within the Waves, ch3. (Dís please marry me)

23. Oh, man. Any time I had to write a battle. In chapter 3 of Within the Waves I pull a joker and pretend that Thorin is very disoriented but it was all a ploy! I am sorry for it, but I really suck at big action scenes.

24. I like mutual pining and two characters loving each other from afar but am unable to write it.

25. I am a risk-taker. I type everything out on AO3, and a few times my laptop BSOD'ed and I lost parts of my writings. However, I am a firm believer that what is lost is a sign by the fanfic gods for me to rewrite the scene, and so I oblige through my tears of rage and despair.

26. Finishing A Tale for the Road!! I was so happy!

27. Went to sleep, finally.

28. Writing is already how I recharge, and so when a fic annoys me I either don't write at all or write something else. I also often read other fics.

29. @conkers-theficwriter for inspiring me, @ovenstavern for the constant support through tags etc (and also for being an inspiration! My mind is routinely blown by Where the Heart Is) and then all the great artists in this fandom! Also, all the lovely readers who comment I am respectfully kissing (on the cheek) and hugging all of you!

30. The Cool AU I am dying to write it I love the world building so much!

Tagging: @fantasyinallforms, @frodothefair & @marvelruinedmyspirit love their content!!!

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[elitehoe]

THE JOURNEY OF HANGMAN THROUGH MONARCHS

Okay, Babes you all know I'm unwell over the elite 24/7. This is solely based off Hangman's tweet and the way it unfortunately ruined my brain at 3am on a Tuesday.... @unlikelywrestlingfan asked me to post this after I sent it to her, so you can thank her for making me do this. Also thank you for the edit Elle, I totally didn't cry looking at it!!

I've taken all quotes from this article, https://www.wellandgood.com/monarch-butterfly-meaning/ if you wish to read through it in full, its a good read!

"The monarch butterfly is considered to be the king of butterflies and the most beautiful of all butterflies in the world."

Perhaps Hangman was just a caterpillar in the early days of aew, just following the beautiful butterfly that brought him comfort when he couldn't give it to himself. He wanted to become that, be worthy of standing beside that butterfly and follow in his shoes, to make him proud. Making him proud never felt enough, at least to Hangman, so he would fall back to the ground before he could make that chrysalis transformation.

"They represent strength, endurance, spirituality, trust, sustaining what they believe, transformation, and evolution."

When Hangman left the elite, he was broken, weak and suffering, what he found, what he built was through his own strength and endurance. He transformed into a butterfly, maybe not as beautiful as the one he wanted to become within the elite, but one that had strong enough wings to sustain him through his evolution. He's reached multiple peaks in his journey, but it was almost as if those weren't enough for him, no matter how strong or how much he learned from them. What he craved most was at the end of his migration back home and now he has to use all he's learned to properly survive this time.

"Monarch butterflies are a guiding light that directs you to your highest spiritual truth and the inner compass that we all have, which never ceases to work to point us in the right direction."

The Bucks are naturally drawn to Hangman's light, though they aren't deserving of it and they know that, they still crave what he can give them. Hangman represents their past, the good days, the simpler times, when they were family. There were cracks in the foundation of the elite, but they were a family. They followed each other all over the world, shared everything with each other and grew into incredible people together. Though they lost sight of their original vision, and who they were before, those memories are embedded in the deepest part of their heart.

"They constantly go through phases of life and death during their migration."

Hangman going through his migration of being what fit the elite, to finally being what fit himself. It took him time to find his true self and he had to shed so many layers of his past as he did. His final transformation was from a caterpillar crawling behind the shadows of the elite, to being his own beautiful butterfly. Flying away from dangers the elite were tempting towards and would still surround him with once he was on his own.

"Death for the monarch butterfly is as important as life because the shorter lifespans allow them to complete migration while solving the problems of overpopulation and genetic diversity. It is almost as if the monarch butterfly knows that death is not to be feared; it's just another essential part of the journey."

Finally accepting the Dark Order and letting go of the elite was one of the most essential parts of the Hangman's journey. We had to watch him learn to overcome the fears of that detachment, but finally find that confidence he was lacking behind the tall shadows of the elite. A death of his lesser version into his brightest version, that final version was confident and free, he feared nothing not even the past he desperately wanted to forget.

"The monarch butterfly could be a sign that you're going through a profound internal change that you may not be aware of. The butterfly can serve as inspiration to be strong and keep going, to embrace the journey and own your truth."

Losing the title was a downfall to what he had built, and what he had always thought he craved to have on his own. It was almost as if he needed to lose to be reborn, to see that what he thought he wanted would never be enough as what he truly craved. That is the love and support of his best friends, his family. The ones he followed blindly the moment he joined them, the ones who weren't there for him the way he was with them. The ones that had to learn that what they had in Hangman was special once he was already gone. The relationship was tarnished, broken and far beyond fixable or so they thought.

The monarch represents the elite in whole, every member can be placed into their representation, but Hangman will always fit the monarch perfectly. Which brings me back to the tweet, looking back at it now the foreshadowing to it is incredible.

The analogy, of the elite who always appears strong, even through their defeat, to be endangered and dwindling in numbers is baffling. If you truly look at the elite closely, much like the Monarch their numbers have fallen slowly as the years go by. Every year since 2019 they've lost members, and grown smaller. On Dynamite, Wednesday their numbers dropped drastically. Now through betrayal and deceit, leaves the lone monarchs of the elite to be preserved together.

Side notes: Butterflies have a very deep meaning to me, so Hangman choosing this as his analogy was so much fun to dissect!! Only small edits were made to this, since I wanted to keep this in its full, true form. So this was the chaotic mess of my brain when the Hungbucks era was upon us!! Hope you enjoyed!! 💕

[yoongyuplace]

Get us together

pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington

just couldnt sleep so i wrote some silly little things going around my brain. theres some s4 spoilers and probably some spelling mistakes cause its 3am and im sleepy

The demobats finally got Eddie. There are bites and blood all over him, he is agonizing in so much pain. The last thing he can do is say I love you to his best friend.

"Eddie, you're dead." Will pronounced.

"No fucking shit! You're kidding me, right, kid?" Eddie pointed at him, getting up from his chair. Not fucking fair. He looked around the room wanting to see everyone's reaction.

Dustin weakly sighs, trying to stop the tears from falling through his cheeks. He really got into that character. "Shit, that was tough."

Eddie was walking around his seat, fingers passing through his hair while he tried to calm himself down. That was his biggest character, that was his moment. Everyone in the table was holding their breaths —everyone in pain. The most loved persona in that campaign just died in front of their eyes. Eddie just died laying in his best friend's arms. Dustin's arms. And that shit did hurt. He just gave up, sitting back on his chair and watching everyone trying to get back to the game —he could see Steve hiding some tears. Cute.

"While on the other side, Max, you're levitating in the air. Vecna's got you. You can feel all your bones almost breaking inside your body, although, you can't see anything anymore." Will narrates, pronouncing every word slowly, "You know that's how your story ends. What's going on through your mind?" he asks, looking right into Max's eyes.

She sobs quietly, "Fuck, I'm-, I can still hear Lucas yelling my name. I can feel his pain and that makes my heart hurt almost as much as my bones breaking through my skin. I try to remember those good memories from the past years. Hanging around with our group, shopping with El, the snow ball with Lucas and our first kiss. Now I just feel like crying, not just cause my bones are breaking in pieces, but mostly cause I am not ready to go." Max finishes. A single tear falling from her eyes.

"You're right. You're not ready to go." Will says in a low tone, pausing for a second. "Everything stops. You're falling to the ground."

—

The campaign ends and Vecna is gone.

Well, that's what they all wish. Their story ends on a big cliffhanger and everyone loses their minds.

Will announces he is currently writing their last adventure for this campaign and, even though some of them are still crying, they all congratulate him for the story they've been playing for two years.

Eddie can see little Wheeler going into Byers’ direction, hugging him and kissing his cheeks after congratulating him. He can't help but find it adorable —he would never admit it.

Not too far from him there's Steve and Robin talking about something he can't really hear; until he starts walking to them.

"Oh, he's coming." Robin tries to whisper; a smirk crosses her face. "Yeah, yeah! Almost forgot about that- uh, that thing I need to do now! Bye, Steve!" she hurries herself out of the room, a few little giggles left behind. Oh, that's kinda funny, Eddie thought. Just the way Robin leaves, so do the rest of the group —and Eddie loves the idea of being alone with Steve Harrington.

"So, Harrington," he approached "never thought I'd see you crying over my death." a little smirk lingering his lips.

"No, no, no. That's not what happened, Munson" Steve crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "I just got emotional because of Dustin, don't get too much into your head." He tried to hide a little smile.

Adorable.

"Sure, pretty boy. But see," he got closer to the boy who had big beautiful eyes —as Eddie would think. "you won't have the chance to flirt with my character anymore."

"Oh, yeah?" Steve moved his hands to Eddie's waist, pulling him closer. "But I don't need a character to do that, do I?" There it is, the prettiest smile.

"Mmhm, you're right." so he just leaned for a kiss; it always feels like the first time and he absolutely loves it. He could feel Steve squeezing his waist while deepening the kiss. "I'm not going anywhere, you know?" Eddie says between some pecks. "Or are you just hungry?" he'd smirk while Harrington's got that pretty pink tone spreading along his cheeks. Eddie loves making him flustered —and that's so easy to him.

"You know what? I actually am." he picked his backpack that was laying on the ground beside him. "Let's get dinner, hm? My place."

"Sure, big boy." he left one last kiss on his lips. They walked to the parking lot; it was already empty. "Also," he sat on the passenger seat. "don't you think it's time to tell Robin we're dating?"

Steve laughs, starting the car. "No, it's fun to watch her trying to get us together."

[loveaffaire]

OK OK OK!! SO I SAW THIS IN MY REELS!! how about a tom holland or peter Parker x reader (u choose) where they both are arguing over something that tom/peter did by mistake (not cheating tho) and tom/peter just doesn’t know what to say so he just screams out her name and continues to ramble his mistake and her how sorry he is.......BUT WHEN HE SCREAM HER NAME HE ACTUALLY SAID Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND (or Parker)

and reader is just like all shocked and blushing and she just kisses him to shut up his rambling and it’s all cute fluffy with apologies and cute overall heart melting! I hope you write this I love your work❤️❤️❤️

His Last Name Next To Mine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Arguing, controlling family issues, angst, some cute fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think Tom is someone who will definitely have that slip up lol. I wrote this at 3am and i haven’t proof-read it so yeah, I hope you still like it though<3

“I can’t believe you did that, Tom” you snarled as you walked through the apartment door, almost shutting the door on Tom’s face in the process.

You were so angry, you were livid. You’ve just come back from a dinner party at your parents and your lovely boyfriend has blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

“I said I am sorry!” Tom said sharply as he locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes near the shoe rack.

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! I told you to not tell them and then you just slip up like that?” you yelled from across the living room with your hands up with your hair from frustration as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yes I made a mistake,” he yelled back, now getting a little angry with all the fuss,”I told them that we’re moving away to New York and you’re taking that new job because I slipped! It wasn’t intentional!” he loosened up his tie and started walking towards you.

“Don’t come near me Tom, I’m really mad at you” you whispered angrily as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled a chair out and sat on it, keeping your palms flat on the cold table.

Tom stopped right in his tracks, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, you were gonna tell them anyway right, baby?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him, “yes, that’s correct, I was going to tell them myself which you ruined!”

You pushed the chair back as you stood up, your heels clicking on the hard floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Tom followed you with a stony look on his face.

“Y/N, don’t you walk out on me when we’re talking- hey!”

You banged the bedroom door as you walked into the bedroom, almost breaking the thin necklace as you removed it from your neck. You heard the bedroom door slowly opening.

“Don’t bang doors in my face, Y/N” he said with his eyebrows raised, nose flaring with anger.

You took a sharp turn, facing him, you said, “you know what’s your problem, Tom-“

“Yeah, tell me what’s my problem” he cut you off this time as he stood close to you, trapping you between his hard chest and the wall behind you.

“Oh, I will tell you what your problem is,” you narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his chest away and stepping aside. Tom didn’t stop you, he always respected your boundaries, even when you both were arguing.

“I’m angry because you told them we’re moving away when I was planning to tell them that when we have already shifted! You know how controlling they can be; how they get in my head and now they will try to do it again. I don’t want them to control me anymore, Tom!” You snapped as your eyes started to get wet.

It was true, you parents were always a little too involved in your life and as a 26 year old, you hated it. You kept things from them and only told them when it was done with, you felt that it was the only way to have some privacy.

Tom knew it all too well. He knew how controlling they were and how they tried to get in your head. Hearing you express this as you looked at him with teary eyes broke his heart as he tasted guilt on his tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Listen, come here-“

“And I hate how you’re making it look like I’m making a big deal out of this by yelling at me!” You stomped your feet and shook your fists like a little kid but you were so frustrated, it didn’t matter.

You slowly stepped away from him as you clutched your head, you felt a headache coming.

“Baby,” Tom huffed, “you know I hate it when you walk away from me during an argument-“

You turned on your heels as you reached for the bathroom door, twisting it open as you quickly walked inside and oh boy, Tom decided that he has had enough of you walking away in the middle of his sentences.

“Wait- Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

You heard the door shut behind you as you stood cold in your tracks, your fists opening up in shock. In a daze, you turned around and slowly unlocked the door and peeked outside. Tom stood there cold in his tracks with his mouth slightly open in shock as his forehead glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. You both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What did you s-say?” You whispered as you blinked slowly, waiting for him to answer.

Tom opened his mouth and then closed it, no words coming out as he waved his hands around in panic, “I said Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” he said quickly.

“My last name sounds nothing like whatever you said but it did sound a lot like your last name. . .” You said cautiously as you took small steps towards him.

“I- okay fine, I said Holland. Please don’t be mad” he whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, clasping his hands together.

“Why would I be mad?” you said softly, you hated seeing him scared and right now, he looked terrified.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he blabbered as he closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your body, “you know when you think about something a lot in your head and that thing kinda slips out of your mouth? Yeah that is what happened again and I know I pissed you off before and I don’t want to do it again, I’m so sor-“

You softly pressed your lips to his, he got the hang of it pretty quickly as his lips started to move against yours in an instant. You felt his tongue making its way to yours as you pulled back, your face still close to his. Tom frowned as he pouted his lips, asking for more.

“Do you think about it often?” you asked gently as you brushed his hair away from his forehead, “like-like my name with your um last name?” You felt shy, your cheeks turned rosy as you looked down briefly.

“I think about it all the time” he said rather quickly, resting his forehead to yours.

He bumped his nose against yours playfully, your bodies clinging to each other. In that moment you and Tom were one.

“I know we’ve been together for just 2 years and we’re so young but I can’t help it” he mumbled against your lips as your eyes fluttered, “can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you the moment I wake up, just can’t help myself”

You embraced him in your hold, lips roughly meeting his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies bursting in your stomach from his little speech. His tongue successfully made its way to yours this time, gently picking you up to place you on the bed as he gripped your body.

Tom felt you gasp as he kissed you again, you moved your body away from his hold gently as he loosened his grip. Tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” he panicked as he cupped your face. You sat up as Tom supported his body on his knees, you shook your head.

“No no. I’m just- I’m so overwhelmed, I love you” you said as you laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed now as you worried him for no reason at all.

“Oh baby” he signed as he kissed your cheeks, “I feel awful about tonight though, I should have been more careful” he frowned his brows as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” you sniffled as you choked on your words.

He admired you as you dried your wet eyes, how gorgeous you looked even when you were crying tears of joy.

“I have a crazy idea” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, he spoke up again before you could say anything, “maybe we should get married”

To Tom’s surprise, you hadn’t freaked out, rather quickly nodded your head. Tom almost pulled a nerve when you told him that you were thinking the same thing. The next morning, you picked out a pretty white dress and he fixed his tie, you both walked out of the court with his last name next to your first name and you realised that you’ve never been this happy before.

A/N: so. . . yeah? Don’t know how I feel about this, I also have absolutely no idea how court marriages work.

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warnings: angst, sadness, spoilers for S3.

It was still dark, sometime in the early morning, when you awoke to find him hunched on the ottoman at the edge of your bed.

Sighing, you shifted out from under the covers and climbed over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Rome,” you said, and he didn’t even seem to notice you were there until you said his name, eyes red-rimmed and glazed over.

“I’ve always been loyal,” he said. “And it still wasn’t enough. It meant nothing to him.”

You shifted so you were sitting next to him. There were no words you could say to reverse the years of damage Logan had caused him. You’d seen enough, just in the few months you’d been together, to know he was in far too deep to avoid getting out unscathed. “I’m sorry,” you murmured.

Of course, you’d been over this already. He’d told you everything the second he got back to your room, after separating from Shiv and Kendall, he was distressed. You’d seen him crack jokes even in the most grim of circumstances, but he had no quippy one-liners, no sarcastic comments. Roman was just….numb.

You didn’t know how to handle this side of him, you’d never seen it, and even his siblings seemed lost in their own world, unable to provide support. The flight back to New York left in a few hours, and you hoped the change in scenery might help. Maybe you could go on a trip, get away from it all.

“We’re all fucked,” he said. “I have no idea what I’m going to do now. My whole fucking life it’s just…”

“I know you might not believe me right now,” you said. “But you’re going to figure it out.”

When his head dipped to rest in his hands, like he was trying to collapse into himself, disappear, you reached out to press your thumbs into his shoulders. “I’m here for you.”

Roman leaned into you then, arms wrapping around around your waist, head against your chest, and you returned his embrace.

“No problem this big has ever been solved at 3am, Roman.” you whispered softly. “You should at least try to get some rest. Will you come back to bed?”

He nodded, and you both slipped back under the covers. His head on your chest, your arm across his shoulders, you let your fingers run through his hair, rubbing his scalp, as he held you tighter than he ever had.

“I’ll always have your back,” you said.

At the sound of your voice, Roman lifted his head, arm rising so he could cup your cheek and look down at you, pushing a piece of hair out of your face. Your breath hitched, as he wasn’t always super affectionate. When he kissed you, chaste but passionate, you were surprised how much you could feel, everything that words couldn’t convey. Thank you.

He pulled away, returning to lie in your arms. You would talk more in the morning. It would take time, you knew, for him to move forward. But he knew you had him on his side. And for tonight, it was enough.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

She Never Asked Me Once About the Wrong I Did | Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Here I am again, writing fanfic while I’m at work. And in a shocking turn of events, it’s inspired by a Hozier song. I know, that’s new and different for me lol

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Warning: blood, injuries, anxiety, PTSD, violence

"My babe would never fret none,

about what my hands and my body done.

If the lord don’t forgive me,

I’d still have my baby

and my babe would have me”

Sleep evaded you as you waited for Bucky to return from his mission. It was always tough on you when Bucky was gone; worry constantly hung over you like storm clouds from the moment he left til the second he returned. And sleeping without him was one of your least favorite things. You sat up in bed, wrapping his dark green comforter loosely around your shoulders, and flicked on the lamp on the nightstand, letting it bathe the room in a warm yellow glow.

His room in the Avenger's compound had been cold and uninviting when you first started dating. Just a bed with a blanket that was too small and one lumpy, uncomfortable pillow. It made you sad that Bucky didn’t have anything comfortable to come home to at the end of the day. Now that he'd let you decorate, it was finally homey. He'd even referred to it as cozy once, which was a big deal to you. All that time he was on the run, he'd stayed in dirty, rundown apartments that never housed him for long. Now that he had a permanent residence, you wanted to make it as comfy as possible, and you'd done just that.

The time ticked by as you scrolled through social media and attempted to read a book, but your mind constantly wandered and ended up thinking about Bucky. Around 3am, you heard heavy boots trudging down the hall and knew he was finally home. You threw the comforter to the side and flew to the door, throwing it open to greet Bucky.

But the Bucky you saw standing in the doorway was not the one you'd kissed goodbye just a few days ago.

This Bucky had a darkness in his eyes. He was dirty and his shoulders were slumped in defeat. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, betraying just how exhausted he was. A small smile flickered across his lips when he saw you, it had become an automatic response every time he laid eyes on you. But this smile was different-it was sad, somehow.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around Bucky's neck and pulled him close. It took him a moment to return the gesture and wrap his strong arms around your waist-but even his hug was different. Instead of the almost suffocating squeeze that you'd come to know and love, Bucky's arms were wrapped lightly around your body, barely administering any pressure.

You slowly unwound your arms and pulled back, studying his dark expression. "Hey, is everything okay?" you murmured. He shook his head slightly before moving past you through the doorway and flicking on the overhead light. In the weak lamplight, you hadn't been able to see how rough Bucky really looked-but now his entire form was illuminated and your stomach turned.

Dried blood seemed to cover him head to toe. It was in his hair, smeared on his face and neck, and dried drips ran down the length of his arms. You could see it splattered on his shirt and pants, and a thick coat of it had congealed across his boots. The air felt like it had been sucked from your lungs and an involuntary "oh my god" fell from your lips. You rushed to Bucky, looking for injuries to tend to, but he pulled away.

"Buck, babe, you have to let me check you out. If you're hurt I-" but the sound of him mumbling something cut you off. "What?" you asked. He turned to you sharply and repeated what he had said in an almost frightening voice. "It's not my blood!" he declared. His hard exterior suddenly shattered and he covered his face with his hands. Sharp, shallow breaths began emanating from his mouth at an alarming rate and you knew he was in the midst of a panic attack.

You coaxed him over to the armchair he liked to read in and made him focus on nothing but you- the sound of your voice, the color of your eyes, the feeling of the soft henley you'd stolen from him. "You're doing so good, Buck" you cooed every now and then.

"It was-it was so bad", Bucky eventually muttered, still clutching one of your hands for dear life. "I said I was done with this kind of thing...but it always ends like this". You squeezed his hand and looked him square in the eye. "Babe, you're taking down the bad guys", you said gently. A deep, sad sigh came from Bucky's chest and he stood up, pacing near the chair. "That's what they said! That's what Hydra said-that's what they told me for years! And I listened!" he almost yelled. "Do you have any idea how many people I've hurt? How many people I've killed? Just because someone said it was the right thing to do?!" He slumped back down in the chair, his vibranium hand clinking against his dog tags as he nervously fiddled with them.

You took his face in your hands, grounding him. "Buck, you know I don't care about that. That wasn't you..." he nodded weakly, though he was not convinced. "You, Bucky Barnes, are not a monster. You are not evil. And you are not the Winter Soldier”. He sat there, reliving every person he had ever hurt, and slowly pulled his hand from yours. “I just don’t…I just don’t see how you can overlook everything I’ve done.” You took his hand back, lacing your fingers in between his with authority. “Because I know you. I know who you are. Who you really are.”

A silence fell over him for a while as he took in what you said. After a few moments, he finally spoke: "But sometimes these missions are..." he looked down at the concerning amount of congealed blood that seemed to coat every inch of him, "violent. I hate coming home to you like this. AndI can't guarantee that I won't feel this way again…I don’t want you to have to do this for me every time I come back.”

"I know, Buck. But I'll always be here to remind you who you are. You'll always have me", you promised, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I can never thank you enough" he whispered, his eyes downcast. You smiled, lifting his chin gently and looking him in the eye. "That's the thing, babe. You don't have to". He nodded again and brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to your palm.

"Come on, Barnes. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" you cooed. A sheepish smile crossed his face and he chewed on the inside of his cheek before muttering "you should probably join me". You'd been too busy to notice, but in your efforts to comfort Bucky, you too had become covered in the sticky enemy blood. It was under your nails and along your forearms, smearing your shirt and staining your neck.

"Ohh…um yeah, that's probably a good idea," you muttered, trying not to throw up right then and there. "I’m so sorry about that, sweetheart. I should've warned you beforehand..." Bucky said, feeling guilty for covering you in a biohazard. You shook your head and gently stroked his cheek. "Hey, it's okay, it’s fine. Come on, now we have an excuse to shower together," you teased. He rolled his eyes and helped you up, intertwining his fingers with yours as you walked to the bathroom together.