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schadenfreudich · 9 months ago
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18 year olds are also just getting younger, huh?
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missmarveledsblog · 3 months ago
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What best friends are for (Bucky Barnes x Reader ) 18+
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SUMMARY : When john walker makes off handed remarks about the newest female avenger not taking into the account she is the female best friend of bucky , well it snaps something in the former assassin , when he goes to confess his feeling he catches reader in a situation of her own .
warnings : yes this bitch is a smut so if under 18 do not read . it's a bucky barnes smut that should be warning enough, goofy fluffy smutty fun
"STANK DID YOU EAT THE LAST OF THE POPTART " YN voice called through the compound .
"Ok first of stank really .... that was good but uncalled for second of all before you go blaming me remember point break is the pop tart addict in this household baby avenger " Tony grinned thinking he got away with it little did he know the evidence was all over his black sabbath t-shirt.
" For a genius mind stark you sure are dumb thor's been in new asgard for last 3 months and you've pop tart all over your stupid face and shirt " her foot tapped the floor increasingly annoyed. After her long as mission she just wanted to burrito herself in a blanket eat pop tarts and binge a series or two . Tony praying for a miracle and looking for an exit strategy when his miracle walked in with Steve and nat .
" hey Yn what's wrong " Nat being Nat making sure one Y/N was ok and two well any reason to slap start was welcome .
"Stink ate the last of my poptart " she pouted breaking not only nats heart but Tony miracle escape plan bucky opening his mouth and saving the day .
" come on малышка ( baby girl) . I hid some for you " bucky grinned as her face lit up . Ever since y/n came to the compound he swore life gotten a million times better , this woman who was sarcastic ball of sunshine . It also helped that she's most beautiful woman he's ever seen , spent most of his time making sure he could make that smile happen .
He never believed in love and first sight til she walked into meeting two years ago asking fury " aye nicky where can a girl get some good food around here " . The room went silent Tony being the first to break out laughing the rest following suit some agent paled at the words being so chill with one of the scariest men in the world in their eyes .
......
As now sat in a Burrito cocooned blanket , her eyes couldn't help stealing glances at the beautiful specimen she called a bestfriend the light of life itself and the supplier of a poptart habit that could rival the god of thunder himself .
" I've to tell you something buckshot it kinda of important .... you saved dipshits ass today I could be on the raft by now " he chuckled thinking it was her sense of humour when in fact it was a confession changed because she chickened out midway through , common problem she had around the man .
" yeah I just couldn't deal with the headlines imagine iron man dies due to poptart issue , fellow avenger charged " he tried to hold his laughter .
"Well well well who do we have here " her whole body cringed at the voice behind, there stood John walker America's wish version of Steve Rogers stood his eyes draping over her body , making her want to bathe in a volcano alone .
"Ah the poster child for Chad's everywhere is gracing us with his presence what do we owe the dishonour " y/n smiled so sweetly .
"Yn be nice he only here to collect something for fury " Sam quipped as he walked into the room .
" well buckshot , birdbrain I'm off to soak my troubles away enjoy wannabe cap " they watch her flip john the bird and skipped off not wanting to be in the room any longer making bucky want to pout at the loss of her company ... or at least he thought he wasn't but .....
" you got it bad my man I'd skip a girl like that she nothing but trouble, I could take her for you I'm sure I could handle her better since i am more this time " John stupid mouth began to move while Sam was texting nat to get John size for casket .
" A dame like her doesn't need a dipshit like you and son you couldn't handle her, she would kill you quicker than you could draw you a breath out of your measly body " he snarled as his body stiffened at thought of this man even trying to get her attention .
" FURYS BITCH MR STANK WOULD LIKE YOU TO COME TO THE LAB " .
"YN STOP HACKING F.R.I.D.A.Y BUT ALSO NICE ONE ON THE FURY'S BITCH " Tony voice echoed through the intercom .
"Fucking bitch , nevermind she's lost her chance " John snarled leaving Sam and bucky laughing til the cried .
"Language " .
" really steve " Sam laughing harder than he was before .
"It just slips out but I will admit Yn hacking F.r.i.d.a.y was hilarious I wish I was here to see John or Tony's face " steve couldn't hold the chuckle coming out . Bucky head moving in different direction, that direction was to her , for two years she was in his head non stop and if she wasn't in his head , the two were doing everything together and the countless night he thought of her under him didn't help either .
" I gotta go tell her " suddenly braved he ran to find her , his own thoughts not wanting to waste anymore time . He couldn't think straight knowing john walker or any man could try stake their claim .
As she lay in the tub overjoyed at latest achievement wishing she'd seen John stupid face falter when F.r.i.d.a.y called him furys bitch but also knowing she could get the footage later in the evening . Yet her mind kept wandering to her best friend , how he would cheer her up , make her days brighter and how he made her clenched your thighs . past the point of feeling guilty and becoming wetter as her mind thought about him fucking little pussy hard . nor she couldn't help the hand slipping down between her legs like it had a mind of it own , running it through her folds as thoughts about bucky thrusting in her pussy while a firm grasp lost in her hair , the sickening sound of skin slapping against each other .
"Oh fuck. Fuck yes just like that sarge " she whimpered circling now puffy Clit . moans drowning out the noise of the bedroom door opening as bucky made his way in .
He didn't want to stay but hearing those moans fuck it he felt like he died and went to heaven , angels singing just for him . His body betraying his mind as he opened the bathroom door the sight nearly killed him alone beautiful soaking wet body arched and sweet moans filling the room .
" yess just like that sarge fuck " those moans and sloshing water like a sweet melody to his ears . The sentence that stop her dead in your tracks a deep growl making her eyes flying open " FUCK doll you make a lot of pretty sound but I can make you scream them " . Before she could react bucky kissed as he stripped not wanting to waste a second more . It felt right, like it was normal for them ,something in it it that made sense . Moaning into the kiss she rose from the bath pulling back baring herself for her best friend .
" please bucky " she cried as her lips hit his again .
The clash of tongues and teeth the raw passion hitting both. Knowing the border between bestfriend's was so far away , would need to flight to reach it again . None of it mattered the feelings clear enough in the kiss alone knew this was real .
" please sarge I need you " sweet little kisses down his neck . There and then bucky knew he was never letting go .
" so needy my little baby doll " grinning as he took her nipple in his mouth wanting to hear those moans coming from her mouth like he was addicted to them , fuck he was addicted to her and he was finally getting his fill. Dreams becoming reality kissing down this body, one he dreamt of most nights to keep the nightmares at bay . Each touch giving him the clear sign he was one causing it. her body was his to have and he wasn't giving that up . The smell of her arousal taunting and teasing to send him almost primitively feral . It was sweetest smell that ever filled his nostrils . Jesus he knew it would be sweeter than anything he could or would ever taste , almost like the apple that tempted eve . Kissing soft plush thighs as he took in the vision of her bare pussy staring right at him . It was better than any dream or thought he could ever have .
" please James stop teasing me " .
"What do you want baby doll use your words " he wanted to hear those sweet lips tell him .
" I need to feel you ... touch me, fuck me please sarge " .
That was it he was gone eye so dark with lust as he licked teasingly long stripes of your folds.
" Oh fuck baby doll you taste heavenly " his tongue exploring her folds like it was his sole mission , before his mouth greedily sucked her clit. too good she was sure she drowned in the tub and this was heaven . Crying out in pleasure as the man she was undisputedly in love with devoured her like it was his last meal and first meal all at one . the feeling of his tongue alone had the coil tighten with each movement but when he began to slip a finger in it felt like heaven on earth .
" oh fuck bucky i'm going to ... .hey what the fuck" she cried at the lost of contact , brows furrowed in such confusion .
" im sorry baby but when you cum i wanna feel you on my cock " he chuckled at her desperate whines ." you ready doll i need your words " he beautiful ocean filled eyes stared into her soul and telling him with a little nod.
" please bucky i want you to you to fuck me " pussy clenching at nothing desperately hoping for for some release . the pornagraphic moan that came out of her mouth bucky could of came at that alone, she really didn't understand it , how much of a hold on the man she had from the first time he ever saw her and yet she was gonna find out .
" fuck baby your pussy was made for me so tight you're mine baby no one can fuck this pussy i'm gonna make sure shes ruined for anyone else " he groaned each thrust getting harder and deeper .
" fuck bucky i'm your only yours , i've only ever been yours " she cried in pleasure never feeling something so perfect ,the coil tightening more and more, .
" cum for me baby be my good girl ".
the dirty filth coming from his mouth was enough to push over the edge walls clenching around his cock and screams of pleasure filling the room was enough to send bucky over edge his seed hitting her cervix and painting the walls of her cunt .
the room filled with panting both in their own pleasure filled states as bucky lay beside laying her on his chest so tenderly a completely different contrast in his movement before . he couldn't love her anymore than he did and yet it felt like it was .
" i meant what i said buckshot im yours i dont think i could be with anyone else " she said nuzzling herself further into his neck.
" and i'm yours baby doll i always was that day you walked into the meeting i was a goner " kissing her head then her lips . both hearts feeling complete of love as they both dosed off clung together in perfect bliss .
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"remind me to add sound proof to her room " a scarred tony walked out out the room .
" so furys bitch i see you were wrong it seems our soldier can indeed handle our little spit fire "nat smirked walking to her room .
" as much as i love that they proved him wrong i am traumatised and steve's been a tomato i think they broke him " sam wince joking as his super soldier friend was blushing beat red .
both following the widows lead and leaving a defeated walker to collect his ego and files wanting to leave as soon as possible.
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tsxkkis · 7 months ago
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omg omg can i request? pls ignore if you dont!
s3 of haikyuu will always be my favourite season, maybe due to the fact that tsukishima realizes his potential in playing volleyball? (him having his MOMENT is my favouriteee scene)
so could you write gf manager reader x tsukki, where reader witnesses him having his first moment (blocking ushijima's spike), injuring his hand etc etc up until they receive their throphy and medals in the end ?🥹🥹💕 shes a proudddd reader and literally just smooch smooch hug hug tsukki because hes the mvp of karasuno x shiratorizawa 🥰😤
i realized that theres nobody includes this scene in their fics and i wonder why? 🤔🧐
# tsukishima kei - mvp
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a/n: i am terribly sorry anon bcs this took so long T-T i'm not quite sure about some parts of this fic but overall i really enjoyed writing this request!! tsukishima is my fav for many reasons, one of which being the fact that i see myself in him a lot, and the particular moment during the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match is also my fav from the entire series!! i hope u enjoy reading this fic^^ i feel like it's not exactly what you asked for, so i'm sorry if i went too far away from your idea....
summary: tsukishima finally regains his love for volleyball.
warnings: a few swear words here and there, the fic doesn't exactly portray what happened in the series (i switched it up a bit)
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'are you stressed?'
'not even a bit.'
'you're lying. i can read you like a book.'
tsukishima kei let out a deep breath, rolling his eyes as he looked away from your face. you were obviously right; there was no way he wouldn't be stressed before the game that determined whether or not karasuno would go to nationals. as much as he hated to admit it, he was almost as stressed as others. he was just better at controlling which of his emotions are shown.
you squeezed his hand, his fingers instinctively intertwining with yours. all it took was a reassuring smile from you to help with his nerves, his muscles finally relaxing after being tensed up for the last twenty minutes or so. he still tried to get used to you being more than a friend. your relationship was quite awkward and fresh, so much so in fact that you never even had your first kiss yet.
'i'm sure you'll do great.' you stated calmly, trying to hide the fact that you were even more stressed about the match than him. 'in fact, i'm positive that you'll win.'
'even if we do, it won't be because of me.' he mumbled, letting out a silent laugh when he saw the angry look on your face. 'oh, come on. it's not like i'm the greatest player this team has.'
'you know i hate it when you talk down on yourself.' you said, the tone serious and sharp, rather unusual for you. it stayed like that for only a short while, taken over by a softer, understanding one. 'you're a vital part of this team, tsukishima. winning this match is not up to a single person. it's a team effort. your input is as important as that of kageyama or hinata.'
he opened his mouth to say something but was instantly stopped by the voice of his captain, daichi, calling the team up to quickly warm up as the match was about to start.
you smiled at the boy, letting go of his hand before lightly patting him on the back.
'do your best for me, alright?'
'i will.' a barely noticeable smile appeared on his face, his hand affectionately ruffling your hair. 'don't worry too much about it.'
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you finally realized why tsukishima kei never tried more. why he would never stay longer like other karasuno players to polish his skills, why he didn't truly seem to love the sport he chose to play in high school.
'you're insufferable, you know?' his words sent shivers down your spine. 'why don't you leave it the fuck alone?'
opposite forces, some might say. no one really knew what drew you and tsukishima to eachother - both of you completely different from one another, and yet oh so similar at the same time. frustration took over you every time you looked at him, and now you knew why.
he was like a mirror in which you could see all your flaws, and it irritated you a great deal.
his outlook on life and the way he viewed himself made you furious. how can someone be so full of contradictions? so cocky and confident, and yet so vulnerable and self depreciating at the same time. so full of himself and yet so hateful towards the person he saw in the reflection of every window, every mirror.
how can someone so great at what they do, so intelligent and talented, be so critical?
'because i can't! i can't leave it alone, you absolute moron.' the thought of how loud you were didn't stop you from continuing to shout, a mixed look on your face that tsukishima couldn't quite decipher. were you angry or sad? and why the hell would it bug you so much to evoke such strong emotions within you?
'you're saying i'm insufferable? from the moment i laid my eyes on you, you've been nothing but insufferable. so much so, that i want to gouge them out every time they spot you.' you ignored your watery eyes and tsukishima's surprised face, almost as if he didn't expect you to blow up like this. 'it pains me to see you be so full of doubt and hatred and i- i can't understand why you would think so lowly of yourself, why you feel inferior to the other guys in every way possible, when you could be so much more than them. do you even realize your potential, tsukishima?'
he stayed silent. for the first time since knowing you, tsukishima kei did not have an answer to your words.
'your doubts are so irrational i don't know if it makes me angry or sad. you're truly incredible on the court. you're intelligent, you can read the opponents well, you have the physical predispositions for volleyball and a natural talent that you choose to ignore because-'
'but what is talent without passion?'
that singular sentence managed to catch you off guard so much you had no idea how to answer him. such a simple question, and yet such a philosophical, confusing one.
'why should i put my all into something i'm not even passionate about, huh?' tsukishima tried to keep his composed nature, but it was hard to stay intact after what you've said. as much as he did not want to admit it, your words hit him deeply. 'why waste my time and energy for something that does not give me any satisfaction at all? tell me that, because i have no fucking idea.'
'passion is not something that dissapears once and never shows up again, you idiot.' you took a step closer, as if that was going to help you get your point across. 'if your passion is genuine, it will always be there. whether small or big, it will always crawl around in the back of your mind. if you ever truly loved volleyball, the moment where you fall in love with it again will come sooner or later.'
your words were met with complete silence, but you didn't mind. tsukishima slowly processed your words, a focused look gracing his face, lips in a tight line. even though it was only a couple of minutes, for you it felt like hours - awaiting an answer, any answer at all.
tsukishima moved closer, his tall frame hovering over you as he wrapped his arms around you, catching you in a tight hug, much to your surprise.
'thank you.' he mumbled quietly, glad that in this very moment you couldn't see his face, and the stupid smile plastered to it.
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the moment where you fall in love with it again will come sooner or later.
tsukishima's mind lingered over these words whenever he played, awaiting this moment to come almost eagerly. the match was particularly hard - with ushijima wakatoshi as their opponent, the chances of winning were incredibly slim. every spike of his went through the block, his serves were absolutely killer, and his teammates did everything to deliver the ball to him at all costs.
what a hassle.
you noticed that his demeanor on the court changed from what it used to be. tsukishima seemed more invested now - almost as if he was trying to impress you, to keep his word. as happy as it made you, you were still anxious about the match and it's final score, hand shaky and a bit sweaty as your eyes followed the ball flying around from one side of the net to another.
another spike from ushijima, it'll probably be another point for shiratoriza-
and that's when you realized.
you saw the ball hit the ground on shiratorizawa's side of the net surprised gasps from everyone watching the match. you saw the shocked look on ushijima's face, the horror in the eyes of his teammates as the ball bounced off of the floor for the second, third, fourth time.
silence took over the court for just a mere second, quickly interrupted by tsukishima's triumphant scream.
he looked more than content with his performance. he looked... happy.
the rest of the boys joined him, screaming in unison. it was just one point, right? but for some reason, for both you and tsukishima, this one was worth a thousand.
for the first time in years, tsukishima kei felt that his spark for volleyball came back.
you noticed that his eyes were now focused on you, a full, cheeky smile gracing his face, and it only made you tear up. a short moment, probably insignificant for people around, but for the two of you it was like a breath of fresh air, like getting rid of the shackles that once held you in place, enabling you from moving forward.
'y/n, are you... alright?' coach ukai looked with his brows slightly furrowed, confused by your teary eyes and big grin plastered to your face.
'yeah, yeah, i'm fine. sorry, coach.' you mumbled, bowing a little as your eyes focused on the court. 'actually, could kiyoko replace me here for the rest of the match? i'm not quite feeling well.'
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'tsukishima is injured.'
'what?' akiteru spoke in unison with you, terrified voices mixing together as you looked down from the stands to see the boy walking off of the court and rushing to the medical office along with kiyoko. your instincts took over you - feet moving on their own as you quickly ran towards the same place.
the two blondes followed right behind you, stopping only when in front of the door to the medical office, gasping for air after such a short run. as athletic as your boyfriend was, you were quite the opposite; getting tired after a little to no physical activity at times.
tsukishima saw your head peeking through the doorframe, a small smile on his face the moment he laid eyes on you.before you opened your mouth to say something, he already gave you an answer.
'yes, i feel fine.' he stated quietly, sitting down on the edge of a chair. 'you don't need to worry.'
'are you going back on court?' he only gave you a small nod in response, seemingly feeling better already as he stood up, his hand taped up.
you looked up at him, taking in the expression on his face, just how focused he already was. he looked almost as if he already had a plan to defeat shiratorizawa in this match. seeing him so eager to go back and play almost made you laugh a little - you swore you never saw him get this invested into something ever.
'go and win then.' you mumbled, patting him on the shoulder as he headed towards the gym hall.
'oh don't worry. we will.'
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you couldn't stop the tears rolling down your cheeks as you saw karasuno emerge victorious from the hardest volleyball match they had to play this year, hugging yachi tightly as both of you celebrated the win of your team.
the triumphant screams filled the gym hall, the team emotional after doing what many deemed impossible. as most of them enjoyed themselves, not planning on leaving the euphoric state for a long while, tsukishima could only think of doing one thing - going to you.
you were the only person he truly wanted to celebrate with.
after the ceremony of getting the medals, to everyone's utmost shock, considering your relationship wasn't exactly public, tsukishima went up to you almost immediately, a cocky smile on his face as he ruffled your hair, looking down at you from behind his glasses.
'you didn't exactly look quite as content with your performance before getting the prize.' you mumbled, looking at the blonde haired boy with your head tilted to the side.
'well, i could've blocked more of ushijima's spikes.' he started, rolling his eyes at the sole idea of not being able to do that during today's match. 'i only managed to block one and-'
you decided to use the only method that was for sure going to shut him up in that moment, lightly grabbing him by the tshirt and pulling him closer, lips clashing for a split second in a short, sweet kiss.
'no talking down on yourself today, kei.' you said, unconsciously smiling as you saw his face getting red at what you just did, cheeks covered by a tomato-like red colour. 'i'm proud of you no matter what you think about today's match.'
he stood still for a few seconds, as if processing what had just happened seconds ago, the redness on his face deepening with each passing moment. his hand was quick to grab yours, almost dragging you away from the team and to a more private, less occupied area of the building.
'do that again.' he mumbled, after he finally led you to a quiet hallway.
'huh?'
'it was... nice.'
your eyes lit up, a cheeky smile gracing your face as you finally realized what he was on about.
'ohh, you want another kiss?' you said teasingly, eyes quickly glancing from his face down to his lips. he rolled his eyes, unamused by your act of playing dumb.
'come on, don't make me repeat myself.' still somewhat embarrassed of what he was asking for, tsukishima stood in one place, awaiting your next action.
a sigh left your lips as you took a step towards your boyfriend, standing on your tippy toes to be able to reach his face.
'alright. i guess you deserve it, match mvp.'
your arms were wrapped around his neck in no time as your lips gently touched his, tsukishima immediately kissing you back, hands positioned on your waist as you felt a smile creeping up on his face. he let out a short laugh, seeing your face being just as red as his was moments ago, hand reaching to squeeze yours.
'what?' you mumbled, as he hasn't spoken a word since breaking the kiss.
'that's surely the best prize i got today.'
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bullet-prooflove · 27 days ago
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He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe
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Companion piece to:
Bonfire Heart - Kayce starts to feel something for the first time since Monica.
Jean Jacket - Kayce loves the sight of you in his jacket.
Tell Me (NSFW) - Kayce gets possessive when he sees you with another man.
Snow - Kayce comes to your rescue.
Marks (NSFW) - Kayce gets territorial when he sees another man's mark on your skin.
Changing of the Seasons - Kayce realises he misses you.
More (NSFW) - Kayce tells you he needs more.
Missing You - You miss Kayce just as much as he misses you.
Worst Kept Secret - Kayce doesn't realise you're asking him on a date.
Voice Mail - After the attack on the Duttons, Kayce leaves you a voicemail.
Final Words - Kayce discovers the truth about Lee
The Fifth Man - After reading through Lee’s journals Kayce realises he has another brother.
Problem Child - Kayce reflects on his history.
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Something’s going on with you, Kayce can tell from the fact you’ve been more withdrawn recently, more distracted. It started a couple of days ago after you got back from Kansas City. He figured you just needed a little space to work through whatever it was but then he’d woken up at two am and you weren’t in the bed alongside him.
He finds you sitting on the porch outside, his heavy denim jacket draped around your shoulders, over the t-shirt that falls midthigh. You’re smoking a cigarette, he watches the white smoke curl into the air as you take another drag, tapping the ash off into one of the mugs.
You don’t say anything as he takes up residence alongside you. Your gaze instead is fixed on Jamie’s house in the distance, the glow from Opal’s nursery. He thinks Jamie must be up with the baby doing one of the night feeds. He used to do a lot of them with Tate because he enjoyed the quiet of that time, the moment where it was just him and his son in their own little bubble.
“Travis has offered me a different job.” You find yourself telling him. “He wants to stay here with Gina, help her to recover but he needs someone on the road full time, showing his horses.”
Kayce’s mouth goes dry, his chest constricting. He sees where this is going, he barely gets to spend enough time with you as it is and now…
 Well Montana has always been nothing more than a stop on your journey.
“Congratulations.” He says, his voice gruff as he raises to his feet, tucking his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he stares at Jamie’s house once more. “I know it’s something you’ve worked very hard for.”
It isn’t until now that Kayce realises the mistake he’s made. This thing between the two of you, it was only ever supposed to be transient. He’d convinced himself that it was heading somewhere, that he’d end up with a life like Jamie’s, settled with a  woman that loved him, content in the home they build together. It was a fool’s dream because the women he loves, they’re headstrong, independent and they leave.
They always leave.
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literaticat · 2 months ago
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Hi Jenn. Can I ask you some info about “cozy” mysteries? I’m part of a writers group and recently shared some details about the plot of my novel and others in the group keep throwing around this term in relation to my book. Thing is I’m not sure if what I’ve written is a cozy mystery. I mean, it sort of is but also not. It’s a murder mystery and it’s set in a cozy UK village but it’s also kind of dark, with themes dealing with grief and thriller elements. I’m also querying UK agents to start with before I query US ones and while it looks like the term is maybe international I’m also wondering if it’s more US than UK? My comps are Agatha Christie, esp her Poirot novels which I see some saying online are cozy and others saying aren’t cozy, plus modern authors like Graham Norton and Tom Hindle. I know I can ask some of this in my group but I’m embarrassed to as I don’t know if I’ve written a cozy or not or given it’s kind of darker, if I’ve just written a murder mystery. I know this isn’t your area but if you could help me I’d really appreciate it, thank you.
With the caveats that I don't rep adult mysteries, I don't really read adult mysteries, I don't know anything about the market for adult mysteries in the US *or* the UK, nor what terminology is in use for the UK since I am not in the UK? Uh. Sure.
In my opinion, there are four main attributes for a proper cozy.
A cozy mystery must:
Feature an amateur sleuth. In other words -- the main character's JOB is not to solve crimes -- they are not a cop or P.I. or FBI agent or forensic pathologist or whatever. They may be a reporter or a novelist or a little old lady who happens to have a passion for puzzles -- they may be a kooky barista or bookstore owner or chef or something totally not-crime related!
Have a charming setting. By that I mean, warm, cute, safe-feeling -- say, a village/hamlet/vicarage called Button-on-Twee with a delightfully quirky cast of characters. The kind of place you want to take a weekend vacation to. (Not all villages/small towns are like that. Plenty of REAL small towns are in fact impoverished and bleak -- that wouldn't be the case in a cozy small town). It doesn't HAVE to be a village, it could be something like a hotel, vacation resort, or on a large yacht or something -- as long as it's charming/lovely. If it is set in a city, it would be like a pocket-neighborhood within a city. Like, maybe there's a darling B&B and a brownstone full of chatty neighbors and pets on a street that has a kindly greengrocer and a bookstore etc -- and we stay in that little corner of town, far away from skyscrapers and dangerous bits. It would be much harder, IMO, for a cozy to be set on like, a remote and isolated desert planet or farm in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors or something -- those things are not cozy!
Be "clean" -- ie, no explicit sex or grisly violence on page. Obvs there may be romance/relationships, love/kissing, etc if you want, but it will be closed-door, ie, the actual uh... graphic bonking stuff may be implied but will not be shown. Obvs there may be murders, but think, like, the level of violence on Murder She Wrote -- MAYBE we see an assailant whack somebody on the head or something like that -- but when bodies are shown, they are rather discreetly presented, or are discovered off-screen. They aren't showing twisted bodies or guts and gore and maggots in eyes and whatnot, yanno?
Be comforting and satisfying. Like, idk, it's just a vibe. Though there may be murder and light mayhem and delving into some of the darker parts of the human psyche (after all, MURDER, hello!) -- and the reader may certainly experience SUSPENSE (how will our hero get out of this jam?!) -- they will not experience TERROR. The reader knows they are in good hands and that the problems will be satisfyingly resolved and the main character will be OK at the end. They should come away from the book feeling satisfied, with a smile, not upset or stressed out.
If your book ticks ALL of those boxes, you can deffo call it a cozy.
If it ticks 3/4, like, it's sorta borderline 4, as long as the vibe is still comforting, it still could potentially be a cozy, but at the end of the day: If you don't think it's cozy, that's fine. Just... don't call it cozy then! Call it a mystery and then describe it and put the comps and let people come to their own conclusions.
(FWIW, Miss Marple is an amateur sleuth whose books are mostly set in a small town or vacation destinations -- Hercule Poirot is a former cop and professional detective whose books are set all over the map, literally. So by my definition, Poirot books are not cozies. Marple books might be -- but I haven't read them, so IDK about the vibe!)
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justmyguiltyggpleasure · 1 year ago
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Giselle x Fem Reade - Do Me as a Favor
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Summary: Giselle was sick for a few days and missed practice. Having to stay overtime, she was anxious, exhausted, and frustrated. Luckily, you decided to stay behind with her and as her best friend, is your duty to help take her mind off of things.
Dynamics: Top!reader/Bottom!idol
Genre: Smut;
Warnings: +18; oral; fingering; (not much in this one)
Giselle was frustrated, it was always a bit stressful when you had to prepare award ceremony performances, but having missed 3 days of practice due to being sick, she had to make up for the lost time. Which resulted in staying behind after practice ended, she's been doing it for a week and was fed up. She couldn't sleep properly because her mind was always running with things that could go wrong and how the hell was she going to keep up with you girls. She didn't even have the time or energy to get herself off, the sexual frustration plus the exhaustion and anxiety were making her frustrated beyond belief.
- You girls can go ahead, I guess I'll stay behind with Aeri today. I want to go over some steps I'm still not confident in. - Aeri looks at you smiling widely from her sprawled on the floor like a starfish position.
- You're staying with me?!
- Yes, I am. Maybe we can help each other. You seem to have nailed the steps I'm insecure about. - you say, Aeri sits up and nods.
- For sure!
You said your goodbyes to the girls and started practicing right away.
(Almost 2 hours later)
- Let's take a break. - Aeri says pausing the music and taking a sip from her water bottle.
You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, breath harbored and Aeri offers you her water bottle. You thank her and take a big sip, a drop escaping from the corner of your mouth and running down your neck, Aeri follows every movement.
- Can I ask you something? - you nod. - Do me as a favor.
You blink twice before laughing.
- Don't you mean do you a favor?
- No. I mean exactly what I said.
- Is this a joke?
- No... You don't have to tho. Is just... I've been so frustrated lately and way to tired to do anything about it. You've always said I'm pretty so being attractive is not an issue. You've been with girls before and always talk about your crushes in women so I know for a fact you're not strai-
- I'll do it. - interrupting her rambling you answer her request.
- Really?! - her head perked up and you chuckled.
- Are you surprised? I've said it before, you're gorgeous, besides, we trust each other. I just need you to assure me that it won't become a problem between us later. I'm not willing to bet our friendship on some sexual relief. - you end it seriously.
- I promise it won't. I wouldn't bet our friendship on anything.
- Good. Come here. - you pat your lap for her to sit on it and she widens her eyes.
- What? N-now?
- Now is as good a time as any. Manager-unnie is coming to pick us up in a few and I have a feeling you're not the quietest person in bed so I don't think we can do that with anyone around. - she seems to understand your point and crawls to you, straddling your lap with her hands holding your shoulders. You hold her waist and look in her eyes. - Are you sure you wanna do this?
- Yes. - she doesn't hesitate in her answering so you don't hesitate to capture her lips in a kiss which she reciprocates sighing.
- How do you like it? - you ask kissing down her jaw, chin and neck.
- Hm? - you pull away only to be greeted with the sight of Aeri with her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. It makes you smile
- Would you like it fast and rough or slow and sensual. - you graze your teeth on he earlobe and she sighs again squeezing your shoulders
- I want whatever you're willing to give me. Just give me something, anything. - at this point she was already rocking on your lap and you were starting to lose it.
- Ok. - grabbing a fistful of her hair you pull her into a bruising kiss, smiling into it when you hear her moan. Your other hand on her hip willing her to keep on moving .
She takes it upon herself to deepen the kiss swiping her tongue across your lips to which you let her in without hesitation, moaning when your tongues meet.
She pulls away panting, looking at you with hooded eyes while opening your oversized button up. Following her you pull her shirt over her head, noticing how her bra clasp was at the front, your hand goes for it but before opening you look at her for consent. She nods.
The sight before you makes your mouth water. The cold air of the aircon making her nipples instantly harden.
- I've always had a thing for your boobs y'know?
- Everybody knows that. You're always looking at them. - she says rolling her eyes, smiling teasingly and you smile back - Pervert
That's the last thing she says before throwing her head back with a moan when your mouth goes for her right nipple, your hand pulling on the left one.
You were having fun noticing she was growing desperate by how she was grinding harder against your lap. That is before her phone started ringing.
She groaned before picking it up from the ground and putting it against her ear without looking who it was.
- What?! - frustration evident in her voice. - oh, yes, unnie. Hm... yeah - your lips went back to nipple, your hand rubbing her pussy through her pants. Before she could hold herself back, she moans. Aeri slaps your back and you chuckle agaisnt her skin. - I'm fine, I just hit my knee... okay. We'll be waiting. Let us know when you get here.
- What is it?
- Manager-unnie is coming to get us. Guess fun is over. - she motions to get up and you pull her back.
- We just have to be quick. We have less than 15 minutes. - this time you don't wait to put your hand inside her panties moving your middle and ring fingers in circles on her clit.
- Oh fuck - her voice is breathy. Head thrown back giving you access to her neck where you give open-mouthed kisses and graze your teeth lightly so you leave no marks.
Her soft moans are like music to your ears. The way she moves her hips on your hand drives you crazy.
Pulling your hand away Aeri whines. Biting her lip when she sees you suck your fingers
- Sit on the couch - she does so with no questions, lifting her hips when you pull on her pants and panties altogether. - Open your legs for me.
Her cheeks are in a pink shade. Aeri feels shy all of a sudden but she knows there's no time for embarrassment now so she does as you ask. You look in her eyes yet again searching for some reassurance and she nods.
You close your eyes before running you flattened tongue from her entrance to her clit and you find yourself dripping by her smell and taste and the way her hole closes around nothing, you repeat the motion a few times. One of her hands gripping your hair the other one pulling on her nipple. You look at her face only to be greeted with an Aeri with her face flushed, eyes closed, eyes furrowed but what got to you was the way she smiled while biting her lip.
Pulling her to the edge of couch by her thighs you put her legs around your shoulder. One hand snaking around her leg, resting on the top of her mound pulling back so the hood of her clit no longer covers it. Again you flatten your tongue and rests it at the top of her clit moving ever so lightly so it doesn't hurt her. She hums in approval.
Your free hand travels up her leg, squeezing her inner thigh then positioning two fingers on her entrance. Pushing in slowly while kissing her inner thigh, she gasps when you suck on her inner thigh leaving a mark close to her crotch.
You move your fingers experimentally enjoying her moans.
- F-faster... please... - and you comply. Who are you not to do exactly what a pretty girl asks.
The faster you move the louder she gets. Pulling on her own nipples, her pussy squeezing your fingers, you knew she was close so you go back to suckling on her clit.
Her moans are borderline pornographic at this point and you were praying no one was around or close to the studio.
- I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... please don't stop... Please.... - you didn't. If anything you moved your fingers faster and suckered harder. Letting out the longest moan she arches her back from the couch and you help her with her high.
You pull your fingers out just in time for her phone to vibrate again. You pick it up to let her recover.
- Hello? Ah, yes. We're coming. - turning off the call you look at her and smile. - we gotta go.
- okay. - Aeri stands up on shaky legs and you take it upon yourself to help her get dressed. Aeri looks at you and laughs, you follow her.
- what?
- Your chin. - she cleans her own cum from you lips and chin then peck your lip. - Thank you. Maybe I can return the favor later.
- Wanna shower together when we get home? - you offer.
- I'm dying to.
Taking her hand you pull her out of the door towards the elevator. Both running along the corridors of the building giggling like two teenagers.
Well, Giselle wasn't that frustrated anymore.
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creatingblackcharacters · 2 months ago
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Hi Ice! This one is maybe a little on the outskirts of 'creating Black characters', but it is related to the introspective questions you posted a little while back, so I thought I'd ask for your opinion. I'm sure this isn't an one-easy-answer thing, so I'd love to hear from any other Black people reading this as well!
I'll try to keep it short.
I'm seven years and 300k+ words deep in a fanfiction about anthropomorphic animal characters, and your introspective questions made me face the fact that I've been the ignorant fandom racist. I wrote my main character as white. Now, 7 years later, I stumble over a post pointing out ... those are locs
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I don't know if the authors intended for this character to be Black (nonblack voice actors, supplementary material also clearly doesn't draw him this way, though that stuff was all over the place re: consistency) and I frankly also am not sure if they Should have, given his role in the narrative, but a) that's not really up to me to speak on and b) he's got locs and mostly black fur and was inspired by Anubis. I've been whitewashing, there's no way around it.
I briefly considered going back and just straight up changing the story to make him Black, but I quickly realized that I have been writing him from a white-centered narrative and just slotting a Black character into that would arguably be Worse. Or at least racist in a brand new way. I can change how he takes care of his hair, but not the themes on which the entire narrative is built upon. I've been writing about a white man and I can't just pretend I haven't.
So my question to you is ... what now? How do I best acknowledge this? Do I just quietly come to terms with the fact that this story is racist and do better next time? I would like to acknowledge it in some way, I have a small but loyal audience and if I could use that platform to start a conversation (or just put out a 'hey, don't be like me') that would ... maybe at least be better than nothing? Possibly?
I know there's not a simple solution here that will Fix It, but I thought I'd ask an actual Black person who's open to educating what might be a good next move. Maybe avoid making another, new White Person Blunder. Here's to hoping.
I really appreciate all you do, your blog rocks and so do you.
Is that Shadow?
Okay, so I had to have a conversation with Hot Chocolate on this one because this one's a doozy! I appreciate that you're willing to stop and reflect though. Most people wouldn't be willing to do so this far in!
Admittedly, the fact that you're seven years into this means this will require a lot of effort. And, tbh, I might be confused bc I cannot tell what that character is 😅 So! After some thought, here's what we came up with:
Take a hiatus. Point blank period. Take a BREAK, do not pass go, do not collect $200! Idk what lore you've written, but you've written a lot of it. Take as long as you need to reread your works, and see if at any point you ever made it clear that this was a white person, or anything other than the Black character you now think they should be. If it feels undefined, where you can turn "hair" into "locs" or add in small details, then that could be your smooth way out. It doesn't have to be massive changes, but it could help. It'll take you time, for sure! But you dug seven years in, it's gone take you time to dig out. Maybe if you skim 15k words a week (or ctrl-F it for hair, for examples), that's... 20 weeks? Go at your own pace, faster or slower.
Unfortunately this happens a lot, where influences for characters will be taken from cultures of colors and improperly represented (the "African" god from Genshin). That's just a fact. So I don't necessarily blame you for the confusion, but... Now you know.
If possible, get a sensitivity reader! Preferably a Black one. Ngl, given the massive amount of work, you're likely going to have to pay them. Maybe give them half and you take half. Idk, but let another pair of eyes look at your work. Or maybe there's a Black reader that you could speak to and see how they feel about the potential change.
Should you choose to keep going, just try to be more purposeful and intentional about that character's Blackness. Definitely tell your readers what you figured out, why it's important to you, and then move forward from there.
Now, RECOGNIZE that many of them will NOT be pleased! That's kind of the thing about opening your eyes when it comes to racism in media! A lot of people will NOT be happy that you decided to be more intentional, especially if they've been imagining their favorite white guy for seven years. You're going to have to weigh your integrity and your will to create against that. People might leave, people that you thought were cool AF until it was time to show true colors. Be ready for that.
But that's just what I would do 🤷🏾‍♀️
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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago
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I'm so excited for this! Do you think you could write a story for the original Freddy Fazbear (from FNAF 1) where he keeps reader after he traps them on a suit and reader's soul possesses it?Reader wakes, trapped in a robot and is forced to stay inside the pizzeria, with Freddy. Do it's a Freddy Fazbear with possessed animatronic! Darling
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Sure! I decided to do some HCs and a small drabble/prompt (not exactly 100 words but it's short) for this as I couldn't tell what you wanted? I had this down as a concept but re-reading this you said story so I did a little of both!
As per usual, no dead kids involved. The only one possessing anything is you. The bots are treated like they are in Security Breach.
Yandere! Freddy Fazbear with Haunted Animatronic! Darling
(Small HCs + Short Story)
Pairing: Platonic/Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Death, Accidental murder, Possession, Manipulation, Isolation, Kidnapping (technically), Gore, Graphic descriptions, Forced companionship.
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HCs/Concept 🎩🐻🎤
I've mentioned many times that Freddy may accidentally kill you to keep you with him in his concepts.
In an attempt to keep you hidden in the pizzeria he no doubt hides you in an extra suit.
That or he tries to fit you in his.
Either way, these bots aren't really known for being careful when doing such a process.
Most likely by accident, Freddy may push a little too hard.
Resulting in your demise.
In an attempt to keep his dear pal with him, one who just wanted to go home, he kills you.
This fate for you would happen if any of the FNAF 1 animatronics tried to keep you.
When Freddy realizes your screaming for him to stop has ended... he thinks you've accepted your fate.
He feels joy within him at the thought of keeping you here to himself.
Then his sensors kick in... and he does a quick scan over the robotic suit.
His ears twitch as his optics pick up on something out of the ordinary.
He sees blood pool out of the holes of the suit and stain the fur.
He sees strange matter pooling near certain joints.
Dread starts to seep in as he takes a better look at the suit he picked.
Maybe the suit was another bear suit, or maybe even one of your favorite animal that was scrapped.
Either way Freddy can't take his optics of the now bleeding suit.
He isn't sure how to react.
Fear starts to creep into his processors as he realizes he may have just lost his pal.
His paws shift around the suit, trying to find a heartbeat.
When he doesn't find one the bot pauses and stops.
He can't fix this.
He knows it was an accident but he's scared he can't get you back.
You most likely don't haunt the suit until some time after.
After your death Freddy goes back to his programing dejected.
When the day is over he mourns your loss in silence.
His friends (Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy) try to comfort him as they sense something off in his behavior.
Yet Freddy is never quite the same outside of performances.
Things don't change until he hears shuffling from the other room.
During the night shift Freddy makes his way to the Parts & Service room to figure out the noise.
What he's greeted with is a confused animatronic looking around the room from a table.
The same place you died.
Freddy then decides to engage, saying your name softly as the other bot turns around.
You responded to the name, yet just stare quietly.
Then... he hears your voice through the voice box.
"What have you done to me... why am I here!?"
Freddy knows somewhere in his coding he should be concerned.
Yet he's too excited about the fact you're back.
All he can think about is the fact you've come back to him!
He never lost his pal!
In fact, he made them better!
Now he's made you a part of the band!
Forever.
Freddy would try his best to comfort and help you in your new robotic prison body.
He tells you what animal you are and is overly excited about it.
He though he'd lose you forever!
You may be scared but he's happy.
He's so scared to lose you again he often visits you in the Parts & Service room to ease his worries.
During the night he allows you to roam and walk with him.
He even allows you to speak with the others!
Now and forever... you'll be a part of their family.
You hate this but it's not like you can cry about it.
You lack the tears, your original body crumpled somewhere in this prison.
All you can do is sit still throughout the day and roam at night.
You can't escape Freddy, either.
The bear is now never too far from you, glowing blue eyes staring at you in the dark.
Now... you two can play forever.
You won't need to leave him ever again.
You'll have fun here forever.
Short Story 🎩🐻🎤
"Are you still in there?"
You cringe as metal grinds together. It's your joints that make the noises as you look around your little room. Endo skeleton parts and costume heads line shelves and you recognize this as the Parts & Service room from your job.
Days ago you recall pain. You remember dying to the bear you thought you could trust. He claims he had remorse. Had... yet now he only appears happy.
You refuse to answer the voice behind the door in an act of defiance. All you do is look around the room through old robotic optics. Is this... really your fate?
The creaky sound of the metal door opening only fills you with disappointment. Blue optics meet your own as the bear scans the room. Once he sees you he enters but you still refuse to move.
"It's 12 AM, you know what that means, don't you?" The main bear asks in an excited tone. You only blink at him blankly. The bear ignores your silence and smiles.
"I've been waiting all night to play with you, pal!" Freddy cheers as he stalks closer. You take this time to get yourself off the table and keep your distance. "... are you mad at me?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" You answer, your voice both sounding like your own yet also the character you're supposed to be. It's foreign... you don't like it.
But supposedly it's part of you now.
"I didn't mean it!" The bear pouts. "Besides... I'll keep you company all the time now! You have all the friends you could ever want here!"
"I want to be alone." You say simply, turning to look at a wall.
"Pal... don't do this. You'll enjoy your time here." The bear's tone shifts in annoyance.
"And if I don't?" You say softly and turn around, sadness in your tone. You feel a robotic hand pat your back and feel glowing eyes stare into your back.
"You will. You have me and the others. This is your home now." Freddy repeats, finding his way to your stained paw to pull you towards the door.
"This place should be much better than your original home. Now you'll never abandon us..." Freddy pauses, locking optics with you. "Now you'll never abandon me."
You feel nothing as you're forced to follow the bear. Mechanical clanking is all you hear in your auditory centers as he guides you into the main stage room. You're met with a smiling Bonnie and Chica... you feel homesick.
You just want to go home... but after your little incident and the look Freddy keeps giving you...
You have a feeling you have to make this your new home... like it or not.
"Why don't you join our band, pal?"
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rainybubbles · 2 years ago
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How do you meet COD men ? part I
Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz and Alejandro
G H O S T :
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-You were a cashier.
-Who was terrified.
-Because you had this one regular client at 2 AM, every day, who was only coming to bought rope, knives and scissors.
-So you googled
-"How to know if someone is a serial killer?"
-But the only answer was :
-" you know it when they kill people."
-Which didn't help you honestly.
-Because the man could kill you just with his thighs but also with what he bought.
-But he also could fix something in his house or...
-Do some sexual things ?
-It's not the first time a client asked your help to find a rope that doesn't irritate the skin after all.
-But he must be very active in this domain judging by how often the mysterious man bought all of these things.
-So you just stared at him when the night came.
-Searching for some blood or maybe some smile.
-But he had a mask.
-Which reinforces the theory of the killer, reminded your mind.
-But you ignored it.
-Maybe he was just weird and-
-A hand was in front of you.
-You jumped, scared by the intrusion, and you shouted.
-"SIR I- I PLEASE DON'T KILL ME"
-"I don't kill people." he said with a raspy voice "At least not here," he added.
-You stared dumbstruck.
-"See you tomorrow, Y/N." he said before leaving.
-The bastard was messing with you.
-But you haven't known it yet.
-Because the only thought was "HE KNEW MY NAME FUCK."and "WHY, AM, I ATTRACTED TO THIS BUT SCARED AT THE SAME TIME"
-In fact, he had read your badge name.
-yeah.
-You're not very clever sometimes, Y/N.
S O A P :
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-During a mission, some secrets files were found.
-The problem was they were written in French.
-And even if they could use some online translator, Laswell and Price wanted to be sure of what was written.
-So they called you, the translator.
-(Sorry if you don't speak French :')
-You presented yourself before working on the files and giving the informations.
-It took a long time.
-So guess who wanted to know better the new face on the base?
-Soap.
-And how did he sympathize?
-Trying to speak French.
-Based on Alejandro and Ghost advices.
-"Ton père a-t-il un beau cul ?" he said.
- I-
-He asked if your father has a nice ass in French, persuaded he was asking "how are you ?"
-You stared at him and frowned your eyebrows in confusion, before replying :
-"He gave me half of his DNA so if you want to know if he has a nice ass, take a look on mine Captain."
-Blushing mess.
-Many apologises.
-While in the background Gaz, Alejandro and Rudy were laughing.
-(Ghost too but it was a smile that nobody saw)
P R I C E
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-Price is a stubborn man.
-It's a fact.
-So when his team is in danger, he protects them.
-But during this mission, he ended up severely injured with some gun bullets.
-The 141 called the medics.
-And you were a medic.
-So your first meeting was him covered by blood, trying to reassure his team while you ordered him to not move and stay calm for two seconds.
-After few hours when his life was not anymore in danger, the adrenaline down and the 141 asleep,he thanked you.
-You answered it was your job.
-And weirdly you both started to talk.
-In reality you knew, he tried keeping his mind busy with something while he rested.
-So you offered him the entertainment.
-Which was unfortunately recurrent because you seemed to work together from mission to mission.
-And weirdly fighting with guns does not end up with hugs and unicorn, but with blood and injuries.
-It was so much recurrent so that you ended up being the only one to cure him.
-Who knows you'd end up getting into his heart by tending his body?
G A Z
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-You were assigned a mission together.
-You were on another task force, and your teams had to work together for one mission.
-So you met on the field.
-During an infiltration mission.
-You just checked out a supposedly headquarters by playing some innocent civils in the street.
-The problem was that one of the guards found you weird and walked towards you.
-You looked at him, asking by your stares what were you doing.
-"If we're busy to do something, he will step back," Gaz said.
-"In case you didn't notice, we have nothing to do. Apart if you take out a fucking Scrabbles or chess from your ass."
-"We have mouthes."
-"And lungs, if we're going to list our body parts-"
-"If we kissed, he would step back. Nobody interrupts a lovey-dovey couple."
-"Tells this to my grandma."
-"Wait, what did she interrupt on you and your-"
-You kissed him.
-Deeply.
-It had to be a looooong kiss.
-The kind that makes people look away because it feels too private.
-"He's leaving." Price said in your earpiece
-You stepped back, so Gaz did.
-You stared at each other.
-Not knowing what to say.
-"Mission". You reminded him.
-"Yes mission." He answered.
-Let's just say your thoughts at both of you were not on the mission, but how your lips were feeling against each other.
A L E J A N D R O
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-Talking about infiltration missions.
-This one needed specific microphones and earpieces not detectable, despite the lack of clothes the soldiers would wear.
-It was in an illegal prostitution club.
-The boss was the target of Los Vaqueros and 141.
-But the security of this club was too high, and starting shooting will only cause civilians deaths for nothing.
-So they had to enter without being remarked.
-And for this Alejandro, Soap and Gaz were infiltrated as waiters.
-The club was pretending to have a restaurant part to hide the other business, while in reality the only thing which was eaten there was genitals.
-Coming back to the outfit of the waiters, it was...a bunny outfit.
-In latex.
-Meaning the only place to hide the micro was next to their intimate parts, because their back was exposed as their shoulders, legs and arms.
-As said before, it was specific microphones.
-So they called technicians to be sure to set them up in the right way and to program them.
-And here you are, our little technician.
-At first you thought you would put some micro in a normal way.
-Then you saw them.
-You saw Alejandro in a bunny outfit.
-Asking yourself how you ended up here.
-He greeted you and started to undress, so you could put the microphones.
-It was awkward.
-You knelt down with your microphone trying to not die of embarrassment, while he was looking at you firstly interested in the technology, then amused by your reaction.
Yes your first meeting was you setting up a microphone next to his balls.
...it's...romantic...I guess?
Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language (but French is, meaning I have at least one sentence correct grammatically :')
Don't hesitate to tell me if there are any mistakes !!!
If you want more : my masterlist
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anincompletelist · 10 months ago
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feb + march recs <3
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I've Always Loved New York, Since Garlic Aioli | KingCaspianX | E | 12k
Alex would say that this date is going really, really well. It hurts to admit because he now owes Nora a six-pack of beer, but he’ll happily swallow his pride if it means he gets to spend as much time as humanly possible with the cute librarian with the elbow patches who’d asked him out last week. The cute librarian, Henry, is not wearing any elbow patches this evening, but is instead dressed in cream linen pants and a soft blue oversized shirt. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, on his collar bones, down his neck from the balmy New York air but instead of being gross, the way Alex probably is, it’s sinful. He’s glowing. Alex wants to lick his throat. Jesus, he could have sworn he was straight a minute ago. Or, Henry asks Alex on a date. Alex, straight, accepts.
Henry's an Asshole (I Want to Kiss Him) | anarchyat4am | T+ | 7k
At the NYE Gala, Henry starts feeling the hazy edges of anxiety and an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. It takes him longer than it should to take notice of the feeling, and even longer to realise that the cause is likely the binder he’s been wearing all day. He escapes the party, Alex gets him upstairs to his room to change, and the rest of the night goes far differently than Henry could have expected.
getting good now | Standinginmoonlight | M | 20k
Alex sighs and balls his hands up into fists, digging them into his eye sockets until he sees stars, and then he’s speaking without his brain giving his mouth permission. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry someone British.” Or: the Love is Blind AU that no-one asked for.
cause you're classic and I'm reckless | @firenati0n | T+ | 5k
“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.” At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.” Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away. “Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.” “Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?
love was just an ocean (I would drown before I float) | srrafoxjournals | NR | 21k
There are moments in Henry’s adolescence, maybe even later, when he feels he doesn't belong to anyone. He is no one’s son. He is no one’s little brother. He is no one’s partner. He isn’t related to anyone at all. He’s just there really, just existing. Just an entity. Though he thinks he’s realistically always felt this, it doesn’t make itself known until he turns thirteen. Or: moments from Henry's pov
It's Not Rotten Work If It's You | a_stray_thief | E | 31k
After years of taking suppressants to hide his omega status, after the email leak and the election, after things finally settle, Henry and Alex spend Henry’s first heat together.
say you'll see me again (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) | @coffeecatsme | T+ | 21k
5 times Henry is too scared to come out to Alex and 1 time Alex gives him the courage. Or, 6 times Alex slowly falls in love with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, for exactly who he is.
*I HIGHLY recommend this entire series! check it out here!
What are the chances? | @wordsofhoneydew | E | 2k
Nora helps June achieve her first vaginal orgasm.
Bang a Gong (Get It On) | @cactusdragon517 | E | 11k
AKA ouroBROros, as dubbed by the Brownstone. The long awaited foursome fic. -- It’s late when they end up out in the yard, the fire from the firepit casting all of them in golden syrupy light under a dark sky. It feels like a night for secrets and Liam thinks it’s why he asks, Spencer’s hand a gentle pressure on his thigh.
cut | validvali | E | 12k
Holy fucking eyelashes. He’s all tan skin and bright eyes and charming smile— everything that makes Henry weak in the knees. Pretty brown eyes dart between the lineup and his clipboard, trying to put two and two together, but all Henry can focus on are those arms. Those hands. That arse. “Can I call you up, handsome?” Henry almost blacks out. [or, the five times alex and henry shoot a video together as (not so) strangers, and the one time they do as a couple.]
Silence & Sound | @nocoastposts | E | 2k
Alex tugs at his hair and tries to focus on choosing his next words. He knows that Henry will help him - that he wants to help him. He knows that all he has to do is say the word. Henry stands and steps closer, holding Alex’s chin firmly and tilting his head up so their eyes are forced to meet. “You need me to clear that lovely head of yours, hm?” “Please,” Alex says in barely a whisper. or: Henry helps Alex fill the silence before indulging in the sound.
Through All My Cards | @cactusdragon517 | E | 7k
Alex, preparing for top surgery, gives in when June suggests he not recover alone. Enter her friend, Henry Fox.
I love you (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard) | coffeecatsme | E | 20k
Henry doesn’t doubt that, just as much as he doesn’t doubt now that Alex won’t have a single issue with him being trans. In another life, when Henry whispered it in the quiet hours of the night, he didn’t. In another life, when he kissed Henry anyway, he didn’t. In another life. In this one, when Alex meets his eyes, all there is left behind them is a cold glare that freezes Henry to his soul. One year ago, Henry had a whirlwind of a day with Alex after a chance meeting in a coffee shop, only to leave in the morning to protect his heart. He doesn't expect to see Alex again, until he shows up at June's wedding and finds out her brother is the same Alex he hasn't been able to get out of his mind for a year - and he's pissed.
Can You See Me? (I'm Waiting for the Right Time) | @affectionatelyrs | T+ | 7k
“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react. “Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?” [Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare]
At the end of a bar | @hgejfmw-hgejhsf | E | 9k+
Alex has a supremely shitty day at work and finds himself wandering into a bar where a mystery man catches his attention.
What do you have against color? | jumpsuit | E | 11k
Upon opening the hardcover of a found sketchbook to locate the owner's contact details, Alex discovers only this inscription: In case of loss, please return to: Instagram @henryfox.usk He, of fucking course, knows who Henry Fox is. That striking yet humorless, rude, and self-righteous British prick he met on the first day of the symposium. [Or, an AU where Alex and Henry are urban sketchers. A short story of how they get to know each other, fall in love and in bed within one day.]
Sunless Dusting Libraries | @itsmaybitheway | T+ | 7k
Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind. Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is. But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again. [or: what-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house?]
each time we touch / I wanna take too much | firenati0n | M | 1k
Alex keeps his head angled away from the couch, leaning his back against the base for support as he pretends to be engrossed in conversation with Pez on the floor; pretends not to shamelessly eavesdrop on Henry's conversation with some girl on the opposite end of the couch, a classmate in Henry's course on human sexuality and expression. He digs his fingers into the frayed edges of the shaggy rug, feeling the soft strands slip through his hands as he keeps his eyes on Pez. Keeps his ears on Henry, who's sitting behind him, his knee occasionally nudging Alex's back as he talks animatedly, his whole body moving as he gestures; all languid limbs, lithe body, loose lips, lazy smiles.
to repair a hollowed heart | coffeecatsme | E | 28k
Alexander Claremont-Diaz, the young ruler of the Underworld, the presider of souls that have passed away, has been banned from Olympus his entire life, on account of bringing death and destruction wherever he goes. His seat in the highest council of gods has been left permanently empty until someone sees all that he is and still falls in love with the man behind. It's been twenty centuries since the curse has been put upon him, and Alex has long since given up on finding the right person. [Or, a Hades and Persephone AU no one asked for]
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freyito · 1 year ago
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YOU DO FTM?? OMG!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)
I was wondering if I could ask for the Lin Kuei boys with a FTM reader who wants to be as strong as them? To appear more masculine. Headcanons if that's alright.
(I'm sorry if this goes against any rules, I need reading glasses)
RHRGHRRGHRGR YES I WILL ALWAYS DO FTM IF ASKED I ACTUALLY BEG FOR MORE FTM ASKS I EAT THIS SHIT UPPPPP!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY SINCE I AM WORKING OUT TO LOOK MORE MASCULINE TOO RGRHTGHR THIS IS THE PROMPT EVER THANK YOU ANON
cw: afab reader, ftm reader, just fluff & very supportive boyfriends teehee, PROOFREAD
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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴ ᴋᴜᴇɪ ᴛʀɪᴏ + ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ
-Tomas Vrbada...
says most his strength comes from his shoulders & back. Hunting requires a lot of strength from the upper body, especially on your bow draws.
He gives you his routine exactly, if you so wish. He explains to a T. How long he rests for, which days he rests, how many minutes and seconds he runs for.
He reminds you to start small, to build up the tolerance instead of diving right into it. Start by walking a couple miles a day, he says. Then start running, and so on.
Tomas reminds you that strength isn't the essence of masculinity, too. In fact, to him, there isn't much that defines masculinity at all.
He'll spot you, too. Anytime you'd like. Actually, he'd really prefer it if he was the only one that did.
-Bi-Han...
is actually amused by your questions. Since he's proud of his muscles, he has put an immense amount of effort into his body and he's glad you noticed. he's glad you also asked.
He'll approach the topic almost hesitantly, simply because he's a little afraid of you hurting yourself. But he warms up to the idea in the matter of no time.
He enjoys training you privately. He'll set out rules and start by building tolerance. But he mainly trains in the form of martial arts.
He's proud of you, he'll reward you with every rep you complete and as your tolerance builds. Sometimes, he can't help but give you a small kiss once you've finished a certain set of reps.
Bi-Han loves training you. Not only is it precious time together, but knowing that you are training to be stronger fills him with pride. Not to mention, he prefers training you for self-defense. He likes protecting you, but he also likes a partner that can protect himself.
-Kuai Liang...
falls deeper in love with you, really. Any moment he can get to spend with you, he'll take it. Especially when it means improving both of yourselves.
He'll make your own routine, custom tailored for you and your body. It gets increasingly harder for you as you build your tolerance and your muscle. He's so into it, he'll actually beg for progress photos, if you don't just show him in person.
He'll focus on the arms if you ask, but he iterates to never skip leg day. Especially since he's proud of his arms and he believes that's what makes him so strong.
Each rep and set you finish always garners you a reward. A quick kiss, every. single. time. He loves seeing you progress, he loves seeing you get stronger.
Kuai Liang also comforts you. Before doing anything, he wants to make sure you're doing this for yourself, and that you already feel comfortable in your body. He doesn't want to seem like the set standard for masculinity, and he's worried you'll overwork yourself. But once that boundary is set and you tell him you are doing this for yourself, then he puts his plan into action.
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funnyburneracct · 1 year ago
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Hi, I'm Xiao/burningrqs. this post is going to be long. Posting this from a burner so that it doesn't go down the drain when we deactivate.
But essentially, this is an apology to the radqueer community for multiple different things. I'm going to do my best to type this out as well as possible, and I apologize if I miss anything or word things poorly. I am going to explain myself to the best of my abilities, but please keep in mind that my explanations do not excuse my actions by any means.
Post under the cut.
for those who don't want to read it though, TL;DR: I was a complete asshole and I'm genuinely very sorry about it.
So, I want to start off by apologizing in general for the "burning radqueers" thing. Not only was it just not funny, but it was also really weird. I know damn well that if I saw someone pop up with a "burningmogais" blog or something, I would be pissed. So I don't know what made me think that running burningradqueers was a good idea in any sense.
My rude and dehumanizing comments did not help. Regardless of how I view people, what disorders I have, or how symptoms present themselves, it was disgusting of me to act as though I can't be held accountable for my cruelty towards others.
The targeted posts were even worse, and allowing people to just pick a random blog to "burn" was teetering on harassment. It put the user in front of so many people who clearly did not have good intentions towards them, and inherently put the user being "burnt" in danger. I wish I noticed that fact sooner. Even if I disagreed with people or didn't like them for whatever reason, I still should not have felt as though I had the right to post stuff like that.
Adding onto that, I should have never used my ASPD as an excuse for anything. I tend to get defensive when I feel insulted, which is what happened, and I decided to bite back despite being in the wrong. I acted impulsively and out of pure anger, and then tried to defend it, which I shouldn't have. When saying the kinds of things I did, I am open to criticism whether I like that fact or not, and trying to act as though I am immune to that criticism because of a disorder was disgusting on my part.
Another thing, somewhat on a similar note, is that an apology is owed for my hostility in general. Every time it was even lightly suggested I was wrong, I seemed to lash out and get angry. This really just comes down to me needing to learn to admit my wrongs. I should not have made my inability to understand my wrongdoings anyone else's problem.
Then there's also the things I said when I lashed out before deciding to drop burningradqueers entirely. I don't fully remember all of what I said as the event happened during an episode (this does not excuse my words at all by the way. regardless of my state at the time, what I said wasn't okay and should not be excused) and the posts have since been deleted. But, I do remember at one point making harassment out to be a competition of sorts when someone was simply trying to calmly explain to my why the namedropping was not a good move. I can't for the life of me remember why I did that, but I am very sorry about it. A lot of people in the radqueer community have been harassed (and likely do still get harassed constantly), and for me to act like I am the only victim of harassment was wrong on multiple levels.
I'm sure there was a lot of bad stuff I said during that episode, but as I said, I do not remember most of it. I'm sorry that I can't apologize for the specific things I said, but I am apologizing for the situation as a whole.
The entire thing started over me not being able to handle much deserved criticism, and I stood "my ground" despite having absolutely no ground to stand on.
I started burningradqueers over baseless hatred. I didn't know why I was supposed to hate radqueers, or what I was even really hating. I joined the anti community thinking that it is much easier to just move with the pack and hate what everyone else seems to hate, but hatred really isn't that easy. It's exhausting. And realizing how much the anti community really wouldn't want me if I was honest about things made me realize that. Realizing that there are so many antis who would rather see us suffer forever due to dysphoria than see us live happily after getting amputations was rough, and honestly kinda gave me a taste of what radqueers have to deal with every single day, and it felt horrible.
Without realizing it, I managed to do so much damage to a community full of people who deal with exactly the same things I do, a community that is mostly traumatized and mentally ill people who are just trying to get by. Not even just that, but genuinely just people trying to exist and be honest about themselves.
It is not my place to dictate what is and isn't valid in terms of someone's personal identity, and even more, it's not okay for me to treat a whole community like garbage just because I didn't understand it.
Again, I do not want my actions to be excused. I treated people horribly and was a total dick, but I hope that me apologizing can at least make some of you feel better about how I behaved.
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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago
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Yo you know what
Miguel O'hara would be the BIGGEST trans ally on campus.
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He hates transphobia. He hates anyone who entertains the idea or logic of it. He hates people who talk down about or scrutinize HRT.
And he really can't stand people who call trans people's genders and identity into question.
SO WHAT if someone feels the need to take an injection or pill to be at peace?
Miguel can't MAKE webs - not like a lot of Spider-people can. Okay. He's still Spider-man.
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So what the hells the problem?
I said this in another post but like - he would NOT let that shit fly by him.
I am a strong believer in Mild Miguel who is literally just some dude -
But this is one thing he'll pop off for.
He hears a new recruit spewing transphobic bullshit on campus. Suddenly Miguel is fucking fuming, calls them into his office and is like
'Oh you think what people inject into their body to go about their lives in peace is your business? Is that right? You think someone's titles are up to you? Isn't that cute :)'
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*starts throwing shit at them*
Like you would never question Miguels place as Spider-man to his face. The same way Miguel would NEVER let you doubt his identity as Spider-man, he'd never let anyone else doubt the identity of a trans person.
So you WILL gender Gwen right and you WILL say she/her.
He just finds it unacceptable. Miguel sees himself like - the manager of a company.
He thinks he SHOULD NOT have to be teaching people basic fucking respect. That's something you get at home and bring with you.
They're Spider-people. HEROS. If he has to explain such a simple concept to you- NOT being transphobic - he's already doubting your entire competency as both a Spider-person and like...an actual person lol
This is not a debatable thing. This is a two strike system with him. One warning with an apology, Second time - either punishment or he's just gonna fucking dismiss you.
He'd look at a transphobe and be like 'Go home. This Spider-man thing is very obviously not for you. You aren't welcome here.'
He will cancel meetings and call a member to his office immediately if a discrimination report comes in - YES HE DOES CHECK FOR THOSE REPORTS. He reads them personally.
If you're unknowledgeable, there's resources on campus and a Sensitivity Training Course.
He knows some universes just aren't up to speed with LGBT rights. Understandable - all there's resources there to help those adjust, integrate, and celebrate queer people.
The Society even has an LGBT center.
The Society has a robust and safe HRT care program that utilizes 2099 technology. There's trans educated therapists on campus and support groups. If you're stealth you can also get private services.
He'll PERSONALLY reassure any trans Spider-person that they are who they are supposed to be. And that their place in the universe isn't ruined by the fact they're trans.
He'd absolutely tell a trans Peter Parker that taking T doesn't make him less of a Spider-man by ANY capacity.
And that on campus they will be seen for the real person they are - not whatever transphobic labels their universe gives them.
The same way he compliments Lego-Spiderman, he'll try to uplift trans members and look out for them.
Like imagine walking into Miguel's office excited to tell him you started HRT at the center.
And he stops his filing and stops his conversation with Lyla to congratulate you, and tell you he's excited for you and your progress.
After a mission, when you come to report it to him he listens. And he waits until ur teammates are filing out to come over and ask how HRTs going, if you're feeling good, if you need any resource he can talk to Lyla about.
He always remembers anniversaries, walking by to drop a casual 'Three months.' and a thumbs up.
It's only a short little interaction, but it's still appreciated. He still cares.
Miguel would absolutely believe that no matter how you got to who you are - you are who you say you are. And no matter what other people say about you - you are who you say you are.
He's Spider-man and you're you.
And if anybody got anything to say about it he's going Miguel Mode
I love Mild Miguel. Mild Mentor Trans Ally Miguel
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@steddiemas Day 31: New Year's Eve Traditions & Activities
We made it to the end!!! Tell me that picture doesn't look like Steve and Eddie's arms!!!
Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Season 4, Canon Divergent, Everybody Lives (obviously), New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve Kiss, New Year's Eve Fluff, Humor
wc: 1480 | Rating: T
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“Let me get this straight,” Steve says, resting his forearms on the candy counter of Family Video. After a quick glance around to make sure the store is still empty (it is and has been since their shift started four hours ago), Steve continues. “You won’t be my New Year’s kiss because you have to scarf down 12 grapes in 12 seconds.”
“That’s correct.”
“That makes no sense!”
“Maybe if you stopped whining and actually listened to why, you’d understand” Robin chimes in.
Steve looks up and scowls before flicking her knee that’s dangling off the candy counter. She shouldn’t even be up there in the first place — especially not with her damn shoes on. It’s going to take an extra ten minutes to clean the damn thing now that she’s scuffed it up.
“Fine,” he sighs, turning his attention back to Eddie. “Why do you have to scarf down 12 grapes instead of kissing me, your boyfriend?”
Robin snorts, nearly choking on a piece of licorice. Serves her right, Steve thinks as he wordlessly passes her a cup of water.
“I’m so happy you asked,” Eddie beams as he leans against the counter like Steve. Their forearms brush as Eddie situates himself, elbows pressing into the glass as he nestles his chin in the palm of his hands. “See an old wise tale in my culture says that eating 12 grapes at the 12 strokes of midnight brings good luck in the new year.”
“Do you even believe in luck?”
Eddie hums in consideration, “Not really, no. But I’m not going to tempt fate. Especially when I have too much to lose in the new year if I fuck it up.”
Before Steve has time to ask a follow-up question, his lips are on Eddie’s. Warm and slightly chapped. Tasting like tobacco and an overwhelming serving of cherry thanks to the stupid licorice he’s been devouring with Robin. He barely has time to close his eyes and lean into the kiss before Eddie pulls away with a simper and a cute flush spreading across his cheeks that he tries to hide with a lock of his hair.
“What if I said not kissing me at midnight is bad luck?” Steve tries. 
“Well, then I guess I could try to do both.”
“Absolutely not,” Robin says, butting back into the conversation. “I am not calling the paramedics one second into the new year because you two decided to be major dinguses. Just let Eddie eat his grapes and kiss him after.”
“But it’s not the same,” Steve bemoans. He lets his body go slack, chest, and head thunking against the counter with a gentle force that should keep him from bruising. Looking up through his eyelashes, he gives Eddie his best attempt at making his eyes wide and innocent in a way that’ll make him break. “I haven’t had a midnight kiss in years. I just thought this year was going to be different.”
“Join the club,” Robin says, knocking her knee against his outstretched forearm.
“Oh no, trouble in romance land, Birdie?” Eddie asks, completely ignoring Steve’s terrible attempt at guilt-tripping him.
Robin sighs, tipping her head back until it thunks against the wall. The neon Family Video sign shakes under the vibration but thankfully doesn’t fall. That’s a mess Steve doesn’t want to have to clean up.
“I thought when Vickie broke up with her douchebag boyfriend things would fall into place but nothing has happened. There’s only so many hints I can drop before I accept the fact that she’s not into me.”
“But she is into you,” Steve says. If there’s one way to get him out of his own pity party, it's dragging Robin out of her own.
“Yeah well, my last four dateless weekends say otherwise.”
“Maybe you should eat the grapes too,” Eddie says. “Freak says if you eat them under a table it’ll bring good luck in your love life.”
Steve can’t help but snort. “How’s that working out for him?”
“Well, he has a girlfriend up in Maine where his grandparents live so you tell me,” Eddie challenges.
“At this point, I’ll try anything. I can’t go another year without kissing a girl,” Robin whines. “Any other good luck charms I should know about?”
“Argyle said his family wears different color underwear for different types of luck. Red for love, obviously.”
“Red underwear and grapes. Got it.”
Steve sighs, shaking his head. “I guess we’re making a stop at Bradley’s before we head home. Does it matter if they’re red or green grapes?”
“Nope. A grape is a grape. The important thing is eating them fast.”
“Right,” Steve nods as if he understands even though he’s still incredibly skeptical about this whole charade. Kissing Eddie sounds so much better than nearly choking on grapes, but whatever. If it makes Eddie happy, well, he’ll compromise. “Might be good to have the phone nearby then. Just in case we forget how to chew.”
“Wait we? Are you eating grapes too?” Eddie asks, already bouncing on his feet in anticipation.
Okay, yeah, eating a few grapes is worth the look on his face right now.
“Can’t let you and Robin take all the good luck,” he shrugs.
Eddie grins before launching himself at the counter. He practically vaults over the damn thing but his belt gets caught and he goes stumbling into Steve’s arms instead. It’s not the first time they’ve fallen together like this, and it definitely won’t be the last given his clumsiness, but Steve doesn’t mind. Especially not when Eddie pushes himself up and sears a kiss on his waiting lips.
“Promise I’ll make the first kiss of the new year worth the wait.”
🍇 🎆 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨
As the kids start counting down from 30, Steve scrambles to pass out the giant green grapes he and Robin picked up the day before. The kids are uninterested in the tradition, but Eddie ropes Jonathan and Nancy into his antics. Argyle didn’t need convincing, already eager to cross off as many New Year’s superstitions as he could — which is why he ran around the block with an empty suitcase half an hour ago.
Robin b-lines for the dining room table the minute she has 12 grapes in her palm and it’s only a matter of seconds before Eddie’s tugging Steve after her.
“Eds,” he shouts, nearly spilling his grapes in the process. “What are you doing?”
“Getting us under the table!”
“I thought that’s for good luck in love.”
“It is,” Eddie says, ducking as he squishes in next to Robin.
“But you already have me.”
“Wow, Steve. Someone’s full of themselves,” Robin teases.
“That’s not what I meant!”
“I just want to make sure the universe gives me enough luck to keep you,” Eddie says, bashfully, before giving Steve’s wrist another yank. “Now get under here before you ruin the magic!”
Steve wants to tell Eddie that he doesn’t need some silly superstition to keep him. He’s not going anywhere, not if he can help it. But the kids are really shouting now, already down to five seconds and Steve can see the slight panic in Eddie’s brown eyes so he scrambles under the table instead.
“3! 2! 1! Happy—“
“Eat, eat, eat!” Eddie shouts, drowning out the cheers of the kids in the living room.
Steve shoves the first grape into his mouth and gets to chewing, watching as Eddie shoves at least three and Robin tries her best to work through her own pile of grapes as fast and carefully as she can. It’s a chaotic flurry, especially when one of Eddie’s grapes falls and goes rolling, but Steve saves it without getting out from the table and pops it in Eddie’s mouth for him. He wants to say “for extra good luck” but he’s too busy trying not to choke on his own mouthful of grapes.
Christ, why did they have to be so big and crunchy?
In the end, all three of them manage to successfully eat their grapes before 12:01 hits. To celebrate, Eddie drags Steve back out from under the table. Back on their feet, Eddie dramatically dips him in his arms before giving him the cheesiest kiss they’ve ever shared — loud “mwah” included.
“That’s the big kiss you promised me?” Steve asks, laughing as Eddie pulls him back into a standing position.
“Well, I had other plans but there’s too many witnesses for how I really want to kiss you,” Eddie teases, before leaning in closer. “I’ll show you later.”
Steve smiles as he gets his hands around Eddie. This time he’s the one who pulls him close, bodies flush as he stares into those beautiful brown eyes he hardly even looked at a year ago. “I think this is going to be a good year.”
“’87, baby.”
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oonajaeadira · 5 days ago
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For the Love of >Holiday< Fic!
Here I am, diving into my massively long list of TBR fic after the 2024 I have, only to get a fresh heap of holiday fic from which I have to dig my way out of first. So here's the first half of the fic I've been loving this holiday season. There will be more, but here are some tasty vittles to start with!
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PERO TOVAR
Go Make it Happen by @writeforfandoms Jen came back to the Pedro fandom and brought Born to be Wild Pero along with her! This time it's second Christmas and he's got a big surprise in store. This won't be something you'll give away the very next day...
Ah, But It's Cold Outside by @prolix-yuy Are you rolling your eyes at Pero's fucking grumpiness? Hate the way he banters with you until you realize that he loves to banter with you? And not be cause he wants to annoy you but because you're about find out how fast you can go from being thoroughly annoyed to turned all the way on? Buckle up, because this ride causes the tastiest kind of whiplash you're gonna get this Christmas.
Ásjá: A Winter Solstice Story by @perotovar I always thought Pero would fight right in with the Vikings, and it seems that Erin had the same thought. I love seeing Tovar react to new and different cultures and I have a soft spot for the Vikings, and for some of the traditions and supernatural elements here, so this was such a lovely Yuletimes read.
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MAX PHILLIPS
Frostbite by @brandyllyn I love Brandy's Max so so much. I don't know how she does it, but she can make him fucking insufferable and incredibly sweet (for selfish reasons) at the same damn time and it's like GD catnip to me. This fic has a reader that doesn't know what Max is and how he knows that she's not taking care of herself and it's so amazing and I need him. I need him bad.
Blood & Tinsel by @morallyinept This one really got me going. I'm not into dub-con unless it's supernatural, so here we are and I am IN IT. Even so, it's dreamily written and mayyyyybe isn't so dubious after all. What I wouldn't give to be Max's favorite and to let him know that I really really want him back...
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DIN DJARIN
Just Feels Right by @ghostofskywalker Din is always so good in Ghost's hands. There's softness and yearning in him that I 100% go for and this fic is full of it. Sometimes you just want to see the man in love, you know? Even if attending a Life Day party isn't his thing, it's good to know that you can continue the party in private, in a way he can reciprocate. So lovely. So so lovely.
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FRANKIE MORALES
Unwrap Me by @morallyinept With a title like that, you know exactly what Frankie's gonna get for Christmas and it's you and boy and howdy does he really like his gift. This is one present I would willingly hand over.
All I Want for Christmas by @morallyinept As sexy as Unwrap Me is, here's Jett again with a completely different kind of story and one that sucked my heart in completely from start to finish. Frankie joins the Miller brothers at a bar on Christmas Eve and there's a lot of internal angst here, a man feeling like he doesn't have much to offer to anyone...but then he meets you. This piece is real and human and everything I want for our Catfish (and for you).
Gold, Frankie-sence & Myrrh by @secretelephanttattoo What if the Delta boys owned a Christmas tree farm? And what if Frankie showed up and helped you find the perfect tree? And what if there was some cute innuendo play? AND A DOG? Get it!
A Little Christmas Magic by @the-blind-assassin-12 This is so fluffy and sweet and my heartstrings are officially t u g g e d. It's one thing do to something nice for Frankie's son for Christmas, but the fact that it does Frankie a ton of good himself? So much love all around. I'm so effing WARMED now.
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DIETER BRAVO
Giddy Up Jingle Horse by @sp00kymulderr I'm dying laughing, I love this so much. When travel plans go awry, Dieter tries to save Christmas and it's stupid and sweet and everything I ever wanted. Top notch Dieter-brand fluff here.
Jet Set Christmas by @morallyinept Wanna join the Mile High Club with Dieter? Here's your chance. Jett is one of my goo-to authorities on Dieter and she captures him so so well here, gestures and phrasing and crustiness alike. And while that is reason enough to enjoy this tasty holiday treat, I'm equally enamored with the reader character here, how forward she is while still retaining maximum sweetness. I love them both, your honor.
The Yule Lodge - Part One by @the-blind-assassin-12 A holiday mix up, a mysterious sweepstakes win, a disgruntled Hollywood actor, a little bit of magic, a quaint bed and breakfast...you know what's coming. And it's gonna be sweet and adorable and fantastic.
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TIM ROCKFORD
To: You, From: Santa (Part 1, Part 2) by @something-tofightfor I can always count on Rachael to put me in the holiday spirit and give me that warm fuzzy Christmas romance I think I don't need every year but then I read it and I'm like THANK YOU SANTA RACHAEL MAY I HAVE ANOTHER. Tim is so sweet and so warm in this two-parter, the both of them dancing around delicious mutual pining while they help each other shop for the precinct's Secret Santa party. Guess who their secret Santas are. Yes. Yes. You are correct. And it is as cute and romantic as you think it's gonna be AND MORE. I am swooning. SWOONING.
Secret Santa by @trulybetty Betty's Tim is a stoic fellow, but he's definitely the thing we all like about him best...observant. Tim may not be one for a Secret Santa exchange, but he's got the perfect gift for the perfect person and he knows how to pull strings to get the recipient he wants. And our reader seems to know exactly what to give in return. I haven't read Betty's Cagney x Tim universe, but if there's this much sultry tension in it, then I'm gonna have to start.
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Tony Takes Care Of Sick Peter Masterlist
Am I A Dying Man? (ao3) - Odd_I G, 5k
Summary: Peter Parker didn’t get sick, not any more. He hadn’t been really sick since before the bite, and that was what? Three years ago?
He was pretty sure it had something to do with his super healing, but he wasn’t completely sure. They never really had to test it out, after all. But he healed fast, so it generally made sense that his weird radioactive spider system also fought off any infections and illnesses.
— OR —
Peter gets sick, is a dramatic little shit, and Tony is just done with everything.
Appendicitis (ao3) - tommyparkerr T, 15k
Summary: In which Peter doesn't realize until too late that the flu shouldn't be this painful, and Tony Stark is right there to both lecture and comfort him (and accidentally call him his kid in the process).
Blankets (ao3) - kiwifeather G, 1k
Summary: Tony cares for an under-the-weather Peter the best way he knows how (which is pretty good, because he's a Dad™ now).
et tu, brute? (ao3) - turtle_bean G, 3k
Summary: Peter rounds the corner and gives a half-hearted hop. “All ready for the mission, Mr. Stark!”
Yeah, no.
“FRI, give me a read.”
“What -”
“101.7 degrees Fahrenheit, Mr. Stark,” Karen announces from Peter’s suit.
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or, peter is sick, ned’s worried, and tony is... well, tony.
Extra Noodles (ao3) - duskblue G, 4k
Summary: Peter is staying with Tony while May is out of town. Unfortunately, Peter doesn't feel the best, so Tony is on a mission to figure out what's wrong so he can take the best possible care of him. He enlists his good friend, Bruce Banner in this task.
flushed away (ao3) - underpassgraffiti G, 2k
Summary: "I'm dying," he decides, flushing the toilet and resting his forehead against the rim. He feels disgusting. "I'm dying, I'm gonna die. Spider-Man dies to ravioli."
"Should I alert Boss?" Friday chirps, and Peter groans, waving a hand uselessly.
"No, m'fine," he grumbles. "WebMD will save me."
or: peter gets food poisoning & tony takes care of him.
Into the West (ao3) - ChocolateAndRedbull G, 1k
Summary: When a feverish Peter lets himself dwell on the past, Tony makes sure that he’s there to talk him through it
it's in the job description (ao3) - iron_spider_suit G, 8k
Summary: Peter gets sick just in time for movie night with the team. Tony does his best.
lessons in the metric system (ao3) - akapeterman G, 2k
Summary: “Pete,” Tony said slowly, “You’re sick.”
“No!” Peter said more urgently. “I’m hyp’thermic.”
“Trust me, you are the opposite of hypothermic right now, kiddo.”
or; Peter and Tony decide to road trip to Canada. Unfortunately, a peppermint air freshener happens to be Spider-Man's kryptonite. Confusion ensues. And honestly, Peter blames the American school system. They really should be more clear about the difference between Celsius and Farenheight.
Of Chicken Soup and Brooklyn-99 (ao3) - AnnabelleBlack20 G, 2k
Summary: Peter hadn’t gotten sick since the spider bite. But then again, his rotten Parker luck had a mind of its own. Lucky for him, he’s got a superhero in his corner. Nothing but pure fluff between IRONDAD and his SPIDERSON!
shaken up realities (shaking up reality) (ao3) - lemonlillybee M, 5k
Summary: This takes place after Endgame, and it’s a bit angsty, but everyone lives!
Written for the following Sicktember 2022 prompt: Cold Sweat
Sick Puppies (ao3) - OllieCollie G, 7k
Summary: Tony has been through a lot in his lifetime—from being kidnapped by terrorists to saving the world multiple times and just about everything in between—but he may be facing his toughest challenge yet: taking care of two kids with the flu.
Since I Have You (ao3) - lunasquared G, 2k
Summary: He didn’t register the fact that he started falling until he was caught by a pair of arms right before he hit the floor.
“Whoa there kiddo,” Tony said, helping Peter over to the couch. “What’s going on?”
“���s hot.” Peter mumbled as he laid down on the couch thankful to finally be off his feet.
OR
Peter gets sick and Tony helps take care of him.
we all have a hunger (ao3) - MotherKarizma G, 6k
Summary: “Morgan,” he croaked, throat afire, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hey – hey, it’s okay, I’m just…”
“You’re sick.” She mustered up something like bravery, using it to straighten her back and plaster a very grown-up look on her face. “I’ll get Daddy!”
“No!” Morgan jumped, eyes wide. Peter fought to calm his voice. He offered her a smile that couldn’t have been convincing, not even to a five year old. “No, you don’t have to. I feel better now. You don’t have to tell him.”
Morgan’s lips wobbled. Peter knew what her fake pout looked like well enough to know this wasn’t it. “Petey…”
Peter had a lot of reasons to feel guilty. He felt guilty for scaring her. He felt guilty for forgetting to lock his bedroom door, for making scaring her a possibility. He kind of, in a way, felt guilty for doing it in the first place, though not nearly enough to stop.
But more than anything, he felt guilty for this: “Morgan, promise me you won’t tell him. He…he won’t let us swim anymore if you do. And I’m not sick, my tummy just hurt a little bit, but I’m all better now. Promise me you won’t tell him, okay?”
“But…”
“Morgan. Promise.”
When I'm Sick Or Suffering (I'll Still Call You) (ao3) - l_u_c_k_y_c_l_o_v_e_r G, 2k
Summary: Peter comes down with the flu, but a certain superhero makes sure he doesn't have to deal with it on his own.
Wingman (ao3) - Sahiya G, 4k
Summary: Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.
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