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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Okay so normally I’d do this off anon, but honestly I’m really hurt by it and just wanna submit something for your writing pleasure if you’d like to write something like it. So recently I was meant to meet up with someone that I thought was so different than other dudes I talked to and he just completely ghosted me. He used to wake me up with good morning beautiful messages and now I’m left with absolutely nothing. I was hoping you could make on where that happens but it’s like a mess up with the towers or something and then Eddie or Steve shows up with flowers and everything like days later when they realize the readers not gotten any of their messages. They explain it and show them how they didn’t go through and reader just throws themselves into their arms crying and saying that they didn’t think they were good enough for them but the boys just prove to them how amazing and wonderful they are.

AN | This would feel so terrible! Luckily, Eddie is not the type of guy to just ghost someone 🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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"You're doing it again," you looked up from your phone and found Alicia watching you with a knowing little smile. Your entire face flushed with warmth as you locked your phone and tucked it away, "mhmm, just like I thought."

"Shut up," you groaned, throwing her the middle finger as you walked to the kitchen. She might have been your best friend and your roommate, but damn. She read you too well sometimes, "mind your business."

"How am I supposed to mind my business when you're pining over some boy?" She sang the last word and you business yourself with making some tea, "a certain boy that calls you princess and beautiful and angel. Now that's like romance novel level shit."

"I…no, ugh. Stop," you pleaded with her, trying to hide the fact that you were grinning widely and flushed like crazy, "he doesn't do that."

"I've seen the texts," she tutted and you hid your face behind your hands, "its alright, babe! I think it's really sweet actually. He's totally into you."

"Maybe," you sighed softly, "but I do like him a lot. He's really sweet."

"Are you going to see him again?" Yeah, you sure hoped you would. The first date with Eddie had been nothing short of magical. You didn't believe in love at first sight or anything of the sort…but Eddie definitely had you questioning that. And that was scary in and of itself, "I feel like you need to. I'm personally invested."

"I will," you promised, tummy swirling with butterflies. The mere thought of seeing his pretty face again made your heart flutter, "I want to see him again. Alicia, ugh, I really like him already."

"So romantic," she agreed as you put a little honey in your tea. You stirred it thoughtfully before taking a long, slow sip. You hoped the tea and its magical powers would cause your head to remain straight and your thinking in order. Before you could say anything else your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call, "speak of the devil."

Your heart started to pitter patter excitedly as you contemplated whether or not to answer it. Obviously you wanted but you didn't want to seem too desperate. You looked at Alicia and she just pushed the phone towards you.

With a groan you grabbed your tea and phone and rushed to your room, accidentally slamming the door behind you.

"Sorry!" You called out before taking a moment to catch your breath before answering the call. Your heart almost stopped when you saw his pretty face beaming at you through the screen, "hi."

"Hey pretty girl," oh no. His voice was soft and smooth like honey and velvet. He was definitely going to be the death of you, "how're you?"

"Hi handsome," you set the tea down and flopped onto your bed, trying to act calm and casual, "I'm alright! Just got home a little bit ago. Work was…rough. Just one of those days I guess. How are you?"

"Ahh, you know, same old, same old. Got some pretty rad ideas for DnD for the next time the kids are in town," he waved his hand around, causing you to giggle. He was always so expressive, and it was a quality you enjoyed about him, "but my day is much better now that I've gotten to see your pretty face."

"Stop," you buried your face into your pillows, groaning loudly as Eddie laughed. He loved getting you all flustered and shy, "you're being gross and mushy!"

"I'm only being honest," when you allowed yourself to look back at your phone you found him smiling softly, "I've got a question for you, if I may."

"Of course…"

"Will you," he paused for dramatic effect, leaning in closer, "go on another date with me? Maybe this Saturday if it's not too crazy of an ask?"

"Yes!" Your answer was given without hesitation, so excited that it caught both of you off guard. Eddie's cheeks pinked as you gnawed on your bottom lip, "I mean.. yeah, that'd be cool. Totally works for me. I'm so cool and calm about all of this."

"Such a little dork," he leaned back, stretching and taking a moment to collect himself. He didn't want to seem too desperate, and the fact that you were so eager made him feel so good. He'd never had someone make him feel this way before; but he'd known from the start that you were special, "I like it - you."

"Me too," you promised softly, "what did you have in mind?"

"Let me surprise you," he suggested and your curiosity parked up, "I'll pick you up and we can go on an adventure. Whaddaya say?"

"Sounds like you've got yourself a date," the two of you exchanged shy smiles, the anticipation buzzing between the two of you, "now, tell me about these DnD ideas!"

Eddie was so easy to listen to and got so excited that it made you excited. You didn't really understand much of what he was saying, but you still enjoyed listening to him talk about his passions.

This was going to be a problem. You really liked Eddie Munson. It was almost scary how fast and easily it all happened.

Just like that.

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You had a couple of days before you were going out with Eddie again and you'd been buzzing with energy the whole time. You were so excited to see him again. You'd only known him for a little over a month but it felt like you'd known him forever. Everything came so easily with him, so naturally. It was like your heart had been waiting for something all this time and you'd finally found that in Eddie.

And it all felt so great.

Until it didn't.

It was Wednesday morning, and when you checked your phone after you got up, you didn't have anything from Eddie. Which was odd considering you'd woken up to good morning texts from him for the last month. You tried to push down your disappointment and figured that maybe he was just really busy. He wouldn't ignore you purposefully.

You went about your morning routine and headed out to work, still without having heard from Eddie. By the time you went to grab lunch, you decided to text him. You'd been getting nervous and wanted to make sure he was alright. It was so strange not to hear from him at all, especially when you'd grown so used to talking to him throughout the day.

Unfortunately your text went unanswered. By the time you got home, you were both worried and mildly annoyed. He could have spared you at least a quick text or something.

"What's got you so upset?" Alicia clocked your mood as soon as she walked in the door. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, clutching a glass of wine as you stared off in thought. You thought you were hiding your dour attitude a little better than that. Apparently you were very wrong.

"Nothing," you drained the rest of your glass and shrugged your shoulders. Alicia grabbed the glass and set it onto the counter, raising an eyebrow at you, "fine. Eddie hasn't texted me all day."

"What?" Her mouth formed a small o in surprise as you nodded, feeling pathetic, "how…why. That doesn't make sense! He's practically in love with you."

"Okay, that's dramatic but yeah," you let out a long, heavy sigh, "its just weird. He's not normally radio silent. He says something at least but I haven't heard a thing today. I hope nothing is wrong and he's okay."

“Let’s not go to that extreme either,” she gently nudged your side, “I’m sure everything’s fine. Maybe he forgot to hit send on his text or he’s just really busy. You’ll have a good night or good morning text tomorrow for sure.”

“I hope so,” you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured the last of it into your glass. Drinking wasn’t the answer, but it did cut through some of your nerves, “I don’t think he’s the type to just suddenly ghost me, but I guess nothing these days is that surprising.”

“He wouldn’t,” she promised softly, “and if he did, we’ll track him down and make him suffer. I got you, babe.”

“Thanks,” you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. You just hoped he wouldn’t disappoint you.

You contemplated sending him a good night text night, going back and forth on it for way too long before deciding fuck it. You highly doubted that you would come off as clingy and even if you did, you didn’t care. After over a month and a half of constantly talking, this was such a strange change of pace.

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The next morning your texts remained unanswered and there was nothing new. The only notifications you had were the usual ones from your friends. You weren’t sure if you should be annoyed or worried. Your second date was supposed to be the following day but at this point you weren’t so sure that was going to happen.

In a spur of the moment decision, you decided to try and call him. But as soon as you hit the green button to call him, the call went straight to voicemail. Alright…so more than likely his phone was dead. That wasn’t so strange, right? Eddie was a self-confessed scatterbrain so he’d probably neglected to charge his point the night before. You hadn’t left a voicemail, instead shooting him a text to find later asking if he was okay.

All you could now was wait…and hope that you heard something from him. You had been so sure and convinced that Eddie was one of the good ones and hated the idea that you had been wrong all this time.

But as the time wore on, your phone remained drier than the sahara. You hated that every time you received any sort of notification you scrambled to grab your phone, hanging onto the last bits of hope that you were going to hear from Eddie. Your abysmal hopes were crushed by the end of the night as you crawled into bed and went to sleep. You didn’t bother to try and reach out to him again.

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Saturday rolled around and you felt absolutely crushed. You were supposed to have your second date with Eddie that evening but didn’t even hold out any hope for it considering that he’d been mia for over two days now. The outfit you’d picked for your date tonight was hanging against your closet door, taunting you. You’d thrown it together as soon as you’d ended your last facetime call with Eddie.

With a heavy heart you pulled off the back of the door and set the hanger back among your other clothes. You’d decided to busy yourself with doing some of the chores around the apartment that you’d been putting off including going through and organizing your makeup and closet. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that you’d been ghosted, stood up, whatever you wanted to call it.

Alicia worked this weekend, so at least you had the place to yourself to wallow around and be sad in peace. Despite the fact that you’d basically been dodging her as much as possible, she knew what was up; she was your best friend after all. She’d already started planning a girls’ date night for a few days from now when she was off to surprise you and hopefully cheer you up. She was such a kind spirit and you loved her a lot.

You decided to text Eddie one more time, probably a desperate attempt. You wanted to see if he was at least willing to give you some sort of explanation for his sudden disappearance. You felt like you were owed that much at the very least, right? After all those sweet words and plans you were left with nothing. A small part of you was still worried that something had happened to him, but it was unlikely that something that bad had happened.

You spent the day working yourself to the bone before taking a hot shower and calling it a night early. At least if you were sleeping your thoughts wouldn’t keep wandering everywhere.

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Sunday came and you were up bright and early. Your body really didn’t want you to get any extra rest despite it being the weekend. You stared at the ceiling for a while before getting up to start getting around to doing things. You felt so pathetic being so hung up over a boy but you know, the heart wants what it wants or whatever that expression was.

You’d taken the time to make some breakfast and coffee and sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your social media feeds as you ate. It was a random knocking on the door that caused you to startle. You set down your coffee as you slid off the stool with a grumble as you walked to the door. You didn’t even bother to see who was at the door before cracking it open.

“Yes?” you asked, brushing some of your wild bed head out of the face.

“Hiya,” you knew that voice. You knew that voice. You looked up and there was Eddie Munson standing in front of you, pink cheeks and a boutique of your favorite flowers in one hand. He held up his hand in a weak little wave as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water.

“Hi?” you asked as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Eddie, what are you doing here?”

“Umm, well, I hadn’t heard from you in a few days so I figured I’d come say hi,” he sounded so nervous as confusion marred your face, “that sounds so pathetic and I feel like some weird stalker. It was just that we’d agreed on a second date and then I hadn’t heard from you and it just felt off. I thought we’d been getting along so well and I, umm, I…I really like you. I also just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“What are you talking about?” you weren’t totally tracking what he was saying but he seemed so genuine and sincere, “Eddie, I haven’t gotten any texts or anything in days from you.”

“What are you talking about?” he was shaking his head, a few curls falling out of his messy bun, “i’ve been texting you and everything.”

He looked so crestfallen at your words that it did make your heart stumble for a few beats. But then you remembered the upset you had gone through the last couple of days and you shook your head. The tension flowing between the two of you was palpable, “that’s such a bullshit story, Eddie. Did you come here because you got bored or something?”

“I mean it,” in his haste to show that he wasn’t lying, he almost shoved the flowers into your hands as he reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. He fumbled around for a moment, hands shaking with nerves as he tried to pull up the messages that he’d been sending to you…allegedly. Eventually he pulled up your message string and turned his phone around to show you everything.

You made a small sound of surprise when you saw a slew of texts that he had sent to over the last few days. For whatever reason your texts hadn't gone through to him….just as his hadn’t sent to you. You Sighed heavily, letting out a breath of exasperation as you shook your head. You blinked back a few tears as he let out a nervous laugh, “Eddie…”

“I don’t know what happened,” he said softly, “but umm, I didn’t want you to think that I just ignored you and I wanted to make sure nothing happened. It just was weird not hearing from you again. You can look through my phone i-if you want. I’m not talking to anyone else or anything, only you.”

“I don’t know what happened,” you set the flowers down gently on the granite countertop before taking his hand and pulling him into the apartment. You closed the door and handed him back his phone before grabbing your own and showing him the same thing on your end. You watched his eyes widen in surprise, “but I was worried about you too.”

“Yeah?” his big brown eyes lit up with excitement as you nodded, “umm, I can go if you’d like. I’m not sure where to go from here or even if you’d still want to-”

You knew he was a nervous rambler, it had been one of the first endearing qualities you’d noticed about him. But this time, you cut him off by taking his face in your hands and kissing him. That seemed to shut him up immediately and his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Neither of you wanted to let go, only pulling apart when you both needed a breath of air.

“Umm, does that mean you don’t want me to go?” his cheeks were a dark pink and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek.

“I don’t want you to go,” you confirmed softly. Relief flooded throughout your body and all the worry and anxiety you’d been experiencing were slowly leaving. You hadn’t been imagining that Eddie really liked you - he did. He did.

“Cool,” he gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, “I don’t want to go either. I was hoping you hadn’t totally decided you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. ‘Cause I kinda really like you already.”

“I kinda really like you too,” you promised, the two of you exchanging shy smiles and nervous chuckles. You didn’t know why your texts hadn’t gone through to him and vice versa but it really didn’t matter. You were just thankful, among many other things, that he had cared enough to come and find you. Eddie Munson really hadn’t turned out to be one of those guys, “thank you for coming, and the flowers. That was really sweet of you.”

“Of course,” he smiled softly, “I know this is short notice but would you want to go out with me today? We can still do what I had planned for last night.”

“Right now?” you grew excited as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Right now,” he confirmed as you nodded, “but I can let you change first. I mean, you look gorgeous even in pajamas, but you might want some real shoes at least.”

“Oh,” you just realized that you were still in sleep shorts and a tank top with messy hair, “oh. Yeah, changing might be a good idea first. But then I’d love you to go out with you, Eddie.”

“Rad,” he whispered more to himself than anything else, “one more thing since I hadn’t been able to say it in a few days - good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning handsome,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he stole another kiss from you, “me too.”

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marvelseries19 · 1 year

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NATASHA ROMANOFF'S MASTERLIST

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Summary: When Natasha is too stressed, all she needs is her wife.

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FOUND YOU AGAIN

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Summary: You lost Natasha a long time ago, what will you do when you find each other again?

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I WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU

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Summary: You found the perfect way to show Natasha just how much you loved her.

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YOUNG CRIMINAL

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SERIES

I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: You couldn't be happier with how your life turned up to be. You had a lovely wife, a teenage daughter, and a baby boy on the way. But, how did you get here exactly? and how is all working out? Well... this is how.

THE GREEN ARROW

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Summary: Another archer on the team, just a lot darker. How would the new addition fit with the avengers?

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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"Unwanted Guests" - Morpheus x Reader

[Spoilers for "Season of Mists"]

{'Unwanted Guests: Crescendo' -> Where the night takes a different turn and Azazel reveals mortifying leverage}

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

SUMMARY: Having received the key to Hell from Lucifer, Morpheus is visited by various emissaries from strange, faraway lands. More than the unwanted guests, Dream of the Endless is angered by their interest in his wife.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 3.1k

Looking out of one of the tall windows in the palace, you noticed that the ground was strangely far away. Shaking your head, you knew exactly what had gotten Morpheus in such a sour mood but, honestly, you never expected this bizarre course of events to affect him that much. Most of the time, when he said he wanted to be alone, it didn’t include you - the queen of Dreaming was always welcome by the king’s side. It was those rare occasions when he made a show of his desire for isolation that even your presence was hardly wanted. In no way was that insulting to you as it seemed quite natural to you to require true solitude once in a while. Despite that, there was another pressing matter that prompted you to disturb Morpheus’s much-needed peace - guests.

If you were only passing by and did not focus on finding him, it would have been easy to overlook Morpheus in one of the unbearably empty halls with granite arches and questionable sculptures. Dressed in a t-shirt, barefoot and sitting cross-legged on the floor, he appeared like a troubled teenager rather than an eldritch king of dreams and nightmares.

“Morpheus, someone’s at the entrance,” you called out to him in a meek voice, worried that the disturbance would spoil his mood further. “Quite a lot of someones, might I add.”

“Yes, Gripphon has already told me," Dream answered in a slightly irked tone.

“What’s going on?”

"We're having guests, beloved," he informed in a displeased tone. Morpheus let out a raspy, tired sigh and got up from the floor. "Uninvited guests, although I should have expected them to come."

You’ve never seen so many people in one place, especially at the palace. Gods, demons, angels, elves, wizards… It would have been hilarious if it wasn’t ridiculous in its reality. How strange was that thought - Odin the Allfather was as real as one can be and, at the moment, he was a guest in your kingdom. It sounded like a badly written fantasy novel. Whether it was the appearance of a fever dream or your unbearable curiosity, you ventured among the various emissaries, hoping to hear the most unbelievable stories while fulfilling your duty of a hospitable host. Morpheus had told you countless times that you didn’t have to ‘mingle’ with his guests because they all came just to speak with him but the opportunity felt a little too exciting to pass up on it.

Although you knew it was awfully impolite, you simply couldn’t help yourself: demons just had something about them that made it impossible to look away for a longer period of time. Perhaps that affliction was not universal in any way and it was just your humanity wiping its sweaty palms. Staring at the black rift filled with jaws of fangs and teeth, you felt yourself gulp. Little did you know, the demons were also interested in you:

“Azazel, we could just take her as we did with the other mortal,” the two-mouthed devil suggested.

“She’s not mortal anymore, you hellish clodpoll. And she’s alive.”

“So what? It wouldn’t be much of a problem. Mother of Spiders could spin her into a nice cocoon.”

Something about that idea made him immediately change his mind. “Yes, it would do for a nice alternative,” Azazel’s voice drifted away as he began entertaining those horrendous thoughts. There was something else, after all, he could try…

Sudden noise of chattering teeth made you look over your shoulder. A gasp escaped your chest as you stared into the void of eyes and fangs. Being around demons was one thing but one of them specifically seeking you out? The black rift beamed with terror as he towered over you. If he so wished, the devil could swallow you whole before anyone noticed.

“I come with an offer,” Azazel announced. Judging by the wide, mischievous grin of his many sets of teeth, you weren’t going to like it. “If you convince Dream to give the key to us, rightful owners of Hell, I’ll consider a commutation for when I finally get my hands on you.”

You weren’t quite sure what to make of his words - did he know you were going to end up in Hell or was this only a bluff? Believing a demon, in any way, shape or form, sounded ludicrous and downright demented. Nevertheless, Azazel used to be the Prince of Hell, reigning alongside Lucifer. Perhaps he had access to some arcane knowledge no other devil was privy to.

“I hold no power over my husband, Azazel,” you spoke calmly. Can demons sense fear? “Any haggling and bargaining you should direct at him.”

To not invite the demon to attempt changing your mind, you turned around and walked away without waiting for his response. Although you couldn’t see his face, if any part of Azazel could be considered that, you felt his gaze burning into your back. Your role in his lark wasn’t finished and no matter how much you told yourself to calm down, some part of you knew that you had to be careful as long as the key to Hell is in Morpheus’s hands. Then, a sudden realization made your skin crawl: you, too, were a bargaining chip in some eyes. A queen like cattle, as if!

Continuing to ponder Azazel’s words, feeling both anger and fear, you were hardly paying attention to where you were going. Rid of the grace expected of you, your shoulder bumped into someone.

“I am so terribly sorry,” you spoke before you could even get a good look at the unfortunate receiver of your mindless stroll.

The Japanese god, Susano-o-no-Mikoto, gave you a polite smile. He did not seem to mind your mistake. Considering his neatly done coiffure of black hair and beautiful, silky robes, he appeared the most trustworthy out of the guests. Despite his impeccable appearance, he arrived for the exact same reason as all the other deities and creatures - in some way, he was no different from them.

“Please, do not worry,” he answered with a smile and a dismissing wave of a hand. “Her majesty, if this emissary could trouble you for a minute?”

“Of course, you can. Is something the matter?”

“I know many great envoys have arrived to claim the key to Hell but I believe it would be best if such important artifact was given to me. My mother, Izanami, the Queen of the Underworld, has turned Yomi into a quite efficient structure. If I could ask your majesty to put in a favourable word for my case.”

“You have my best wishes, Susano-o-no-Mikoto. However, I’m afraid I should not mediate in my husband’s affairs if he does not explicitly ask me to. Enjoy the night.”

“I apologize for troubling your majesty. Thank you.”

Bowing politely to the god of storms, you walked farther through the hall. In the apparent temporary absence of Dream, your eyes wandered around the spacious room to check if everything was in order. Never letting your gaze stay in one place as though you were specifically looking for a shortcoming to fix, you saw a scrap of dark, flowy material somewhere in the distance. In one of the corridors leading to the great hall, you noticed Morpheus quietly talking with two unknown guests. Judging by their long ears and ethereal, entirely enraging, beauty, they had to be elves. But why were they hiding in corners of the palace? Sneaking away to speak with Dream, who regarded the Magic Folk with nothing but fondness? But before you could get a better look at the strange situation, Bast placed her hand on your arm, firmly yet gently leading you away from the crowd in hopes of having a goddess-on-goddess conversation. Undoubtedly, it was only an excuse to speak of Hell, yet again. How interesting and popular one could get the moment they held something of importance, an object of desire.

Some guests, as Morpheus had just learned, arrived late to the unscheduled party. It had been quite a while since elves paid him a visit and seeing the tense movements of the two envoys, they weren’t expecting to stay long. Considering the fondness he felt towards them, it was upsetting that they decided on a social call when the kingdom of Hell was about to be auctioned off.

"By virtue of an old treaty, we must pay Hell tithe every ten years and sacrifice nine of our best every seven. King Oberon asks you to let Hell remain empty and save our people." Cluracan pulled the woman's arm towards Morpheus. Although she tried to keep a smile on her face, it was easy to tell she was disturbed by the part she had been forced to play. Her gaze lingered on Dream for no longer than a few seconds before it fell to her feet. "This is my sister, Nuala. Queen Titania would like you to have her as a gift, a token of goodwill. Do with her as you please, Ruler of Dreams."

Yes, Nuala was beautiful, unimaginably so: with her long, curly, golden hair and an elegant, long neck decorated with perfectly round pearls. The string of the necklace was long, forcing the onlookers' gaze a little lower than etiquette suggested, right to the frilly hem of her pink, sheer dress that exposed her breasts rather indecently.

But thoughts of the elven belle were barely a passing inconvenience in Dream's mind like a fly buzzing annoyingly loudly. Somewhere in the distance, he recognized your bright laughter and began carelessly wondering what colour of pearls you'd like the most. Although, their shade was completely meaningless - even the least appealing of colours would become exquisite the moment it lays against your collarbones.

"Thank you, Cluracan. I will consider the king's request. For now, enjoy my hospitality."

Leaving the elves’ side, Morpheus’s gaze was naturally directed at you. There you stood, across the enormous hall he had conjured only for this unprecedented gathering. Dressed in the finest jewellery made from starlight and a long gown weaved from the night sky of an abandoned world, there was nothing mundane about you. A quiet sigh left his lips. Although somehow bothered by the attention his guests were forcing on you, Dream couldn’t exactly blame them - he had fallen victim to your charm himself; a sated man is at no liberty to condemn the famished.

But then, something about you changed. It was a small thing, really. You began mindlessly rubbing your hands, while the usually present wrinkles of happiness around your eyes had disappeared for a moment. The possible reason for your apparent discomfort was merely a few feet away, impossible to miss because of his unordinary demeanour:

“Beautiful Lady of Dreams!” Thor exclaimed. Considering the amount of alcohol he had ingested, it was thoroughly impressive that he was still capable of speaking coherently but a man his size could probably drink more than an entire platoon. “Will you adorn my night with your charms?”

You felt your skin crawl. Remaining as calm as possible, you managed to give him a short, polite answer. Tonight felt terribly long. “I have no control over dreams, Thor, God of Storms.”

It wasn’t exactly true - you did have some power over Dreaming, just not directly. The palace never dared twist your paths unless Morpheus wanted it to and even then he did so only because he yearned to see you. As long as you wished for a clear sky, not a cloud went by; the sun rose when you did and it set with you. Often Morpheus himself would scour dreams in search of something rare to gift you like one of the extinct Hawaiian Moho birds, existing only in the dream of an old, feverish soldier. In other words, you had no control over dreams but held power over their king instead.

“She’s married, you dimwit,” Loki bemurmued to the stocky man when you were far enough. Although travelling with Thor and Odin was better than having the snake’s venom drip on his face, the trip could hardly be considered enjoyable.

“It’s no bother to me.”

Loki groaned in frustration.

Playing the role of good hosts, Morpheus and you had a chance to talk only when Cain and Abel were entertaining the crowd with their nearly-magical tricks. For a moment, you wondered whether the younger of brothers had been told what tortures he was going to fall victim to but maybe it was better not to think about it any longer. When the morning comes, Abel will be alive and whole again - that was the most important part. Cain-Houdini appeared a little too excited about sawing his brother in half.

Standing in a corner across the hall from the emissaries-turned-audience, Morpheus looked oddly paler than usual. Although standing straight as proud monarchs do, his shoulders appeared somehow slouched as though his confident posture was a conscious effort and not innate. In a natural, mindless manner, his hand reached for yours. Dream placed a soft kiss on your palm before speaking up.

“Are you okay?” you asked in a soft tone, although it was quite obvious to you he wasn’t anywhere close to ‘alright’.

“I could ask you the same,” he answered.

You let out a tired sigh. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Thor leaning towards Bast, who appeared no more impressed than you had. The ginger man was on his way to find out just what it meant to bother the cat goddess. Somewhere to the right, Azazel and his companions kept snickering and giving the other guests dirty looks. Cluracan and Nuala awkwardly chewed on flowers, clearly unnerved at the gathering of various entities as well as Dream’s refusal to make such an important decision in a matter of minutes. Only Anubis and Susano-o-no-Mikoto appeared generally unbothered or disinterested in the other attendants of the party. Somehow, none of the guests appeared concerned about Abel’s well-being while Cain, quite literally, cut and diced him while saying something about sausages.

Returning your attention to Morpheus, you were met with his intense, questioning gaze. Sometimes you wondered whether he was at all capable of simply looking at something, without a plethora of strange thoughts sprouting behind his eyes. "I think I got a millennium’s worth of threats, pleading and wax poetic.”

“If any of my guests had offended you in your own home, I should-”

“Don’t.” You shook your head in a defeated manner. To stop him from his well-meaning impulses, your hand clung to the material of his robe. “This time tomorrow, none of this will matter.”

“But you will,” he stated in a stern voice. Somehow, Morpheus was more concerned with the emissaries’ boldness than you were. “It would be a great indignity to allow such disrespect.”

“I am not offended, my love. In fact, I found those odd conversations quite enlightening. They are all so desperate to have that key but, if I’m at liberty to have an opinion on this issue, desperation never makes for a good ruler.”

“You are the queen of Dreaming, beloved.” Morpheus’s hand cradled the side of your face. “Your opinion matters more than their desperation.”

A flustered giggle left your mouth. “Just say you have a soft spot for me.”

Indecently so, Morpheus leaned in. His breath brushed against your cheeks, making your heart flutter in excitement. “Maybe if I were fond of euphemisms,” he said in a low, raspy voice while his eyes seemed to be unable to look away from your lips.

You were about to say something back to him but Cain, wearing sausage links around his neck for some reason, announced the end of the show. Abel was nowhere to be seen. Guests began getting up from their seats. Now, when the official part of the gathering was over for the night, came the unofficial, real, talk of bargains. Once more, it was time for Morpheus to go.

His lips grazed the back of your hand again. “Go. I’ll see you in bed.” It was hard to say whether he had known that you weren’t going to fall asleep while he was away from you. Maybe part of him enjoyed the thought of someone staying up to wait for him.

Sometimes you suspected that part of Dream’s regal appearance was stored in that robe riddled with holes because the moment he was out of it, he no longer looked all mighty and mysteriously dark, only skinny and grumpy. That night, the aura of utter fatigue was especially present and, as far as you could tell, it was only going to get worse.

Morpheus’s t-shirt felt pleasantly comfortable against your tired face. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso and your chin comfortably rested against his back. If asked, he’d never admit how much he liked being held like that, so you never said anything about it - a sweet, open secret between the two of you. His back was hunched as he sat on your bed.

“What should I do?” he asked quietly. “Each of them can give me something I want or need.”

You tightened your embrace around him. “I wish I could help you carry this onus, ease your strain even slightly. Alas, this burden is only yours to carry.”

“I’ve grown used to that,” Dream murmured as you gently pecked the back of his neck. Consciously or not, he leaned slightly backwards, closer to your body. “You should get some rest.”

“How can I sleep when you’re deciding the fate of the world?” you said against his shoulder blades. True, it was difficult to keep your eyes open but the worry for Morpheus rendered you restless. “Quite literally at that.”

“I do not wish to be the reason for your exhaustion, beloved.”

“That has never stopped you before.”

In the dead silence of the night, you could swear you heard him quietly chuckle at the allusion.

#the sandman fandom #the sandman imagine #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman x reader #the sandman x you #the sandman netflix #morpheus sandman #morpehus #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless imagine #dream x reader #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless

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hi ate congrats! pa-request ng 003 with taehyung? tapos phantom of the opera au kung kaya. thanks! <33

003. "Love me. I'm cold." + kim taehyung

— Kim Taeyung always hated the cold.

word count: 830 contents: ANGST, loosely based on Phantom of the Opera (both movie and novel), childhood friend!Jeon Jungkook to the rescue, (Y/N) developed a bit of a Stockholm Syndrome for a moment yikes, YOU ARE OF AGE (unlike Christine 😭) toxic, possessive behavior, major character death, Yandere AU pairing: kim taehyung x reader

[masterlist] | check out more of [Four Years with Mira]!

A/N: Thank you so much!~ ✋😭💖💓💕 I’m so glad you joined! 🥳 I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t think of making “Love me. I’m cold.” into an ANGSTY yandere abomination and I also never fully watched Phantom of the Opera until this, but I gOTTA DELIVER!! Sana nagustuhan mo AAAAAAA

P.S. Repeat after me, lovelies. NO YANDERES IRL. THIS IS FICTION.

Time and fate are an unfathomable pair in how much they've changed life for you in the past months.

How, in spite of having gone your separate ways, you're once again entangled with a familiar face from your childhood.

How, in spite of having been nothing but a background piece to the magnificent opera house for years, you're suddenly thrust into the limelight.

How, in spite of having fallen for the angel of music, you're now faced with the fact that he had been a demon all along.

"Taehyung, please!"

Catacombs ran deep beneath the city, labyrinthine halls that drove you mad as you ran through them in a desperate search for familiar faces. The white gown you had worn for the play was now tattered, sodden with the cistern's murky waters and smudged with dirt, and grime—and yet, that doesn't stop you from running towards the phantom and the vicomte as soon as you saw them.

After having enough of the people that got in his way, Taehyung hunted the derelict halls beneath the opera house for Jeon Jungkook, your childhood friend, and now here they were. The two of them were locked in a battle, and though Jungkook was of a larger build than him, Taehyung seemed to have exhausted him enough for him to be winning over the young vicomte.

"Taehyung!" your voice shakes as you call out his name immediately.

Through the mask that covers his face, there's an immediate shift in his eyes, stone cold, murderous gaze becoming soft at the sight of you. "Enough of this. I beg of you," you beseech him, such words instantly taking away the fondness and revealing a look of betrayal and rage.

"You're mine!" he childishly bellowed, shaking just as much as he pressed down on Jungkook yet again. "Haven't I made that clear enough?!"

The pain in his voice twists your heart, just as much as his heinous deeds twist your stomach. Murder, sabotage, manipulation—he had done all of it for your sake, he told you. If so, then perhaps you can coax him out of this. "Let go of him and I'll go with you," you strike a deal with the devil, effectively tempting him into loosening his grip on the vicomte.

"(Y/N), n—"

Jungkook's protest is cut off by a groan of pain as Taehyung's fist meets with his jaw, the clatter of swords falling along with him. In an instant, the masked phantom seizes your face, his hold firm yet gentle. "You will marry me," Taehyung decidedly declares, "and you'll never b—"

A horrified gasp leaves you as you catch sight of a glinting steel poke through Taehyung's abdomen. He, too, reels with the pain coursing through his very being.

Blood—blood is coming out of him fast.

Behind the phantom, Jungkook shakes as he withdraws the blade. He's never killed anyone before. "She's not yours or mine," the young vicomte gritted through his teeth, "but I'll never let her be damned to the likes of you."

The rage that roars through the phantom is immediate. So close, yet he had been foolish. He should've ended the basta—

A gentle hand squeezing his is the water that douses the fire burning within him. Your eyes meet and he sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the sparkle he had fallen for no longer there. There's a resounding defeat that flashes in Taehyung's eyes as he staggers forth and surrenders himself into your arms, his body falling from your weak hold and onto the floor.

You and Jungkook share a glance, both unsure of what to do. Had Taehyung finally realized his faults and regrets so close to death's door?

Desperate for the last of your affection, Taehyung's hand clutches your gown. "Love me," his words were a benediction to you, his muse and goddess, as they always were. "I'm cold."

Kim Taehyung always hated the cold, but the darkness of the crypts were all he had, and he could never bring himself to the warmth of fire—the very thing that left half of his face and body scarred after an unfortunate incident years ago.

You oblige, for the sake of what good he had done in your life, for the sake of that poor, unfortunate soul who craved for love he went mad. Fingers trembling from the cold and from the rush of it all, you unmask Taehyung for the last time, in spite of the weak protest he tries to stop you with.

You gently caress his cheek, the one of marred flesh as you let him settle on your lap. A tear falls from your cheek, though you're not really sure why—you don't love him, not after what he's done. It's pity, perhaps.

And so, it is with pity you press a soft, parting kiss onto his forehead, one the dying man relishes. "Tell the world I've died of love," he whispers to you as you pull away, his dying breath only ever taken for his beloved songbird.

Kim Taehyung always hated the cold.

Still, he blissfully closed his eyes. At the very least, in the cold of the night, in the darkness beneath the city, your warmth surrounds him before death's embrace ever could.

#happy 4 years to me writing shit <3 #BTS drabbles #bts au #bts phantom of the opera au #bts yandere au #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts writing #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung drabbles #kim taehyung imagines #bts v x reader #bts v drabbles #you ask mira answers 💖

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oneglass-zinfandel · 2 years

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My Masterlist

Last updated: 17.12.2023 (day.month.year)

Games:

Call of duty

Ghost/Simon Riley

König

Horangi

Soap

Price

Gaz

Ships i will do:

Soap x Ghost

Horangi x König

Movies:

Scream:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

I won't do any ships but i will do Polyamory or you dating both of them

(I apologize for the following)

DSMP:

C!Sapnap

C!Wilbur

C!Dream

Lmanbur, Pogtopia arc, Ghostbur, Revivebur, Simpbur

Tommyinnit / C!Tommy (platonic)

Quackity / C!Quackity

Karl Jacobs / C!Karl

Philza / C!Philza (platonic)

Ranboo / C!Ranboo (platonic)

Tubbo / C!Tubbo (platonic)

Technoblade / C!Technoblade (platonic)

I won't do any ships only x reader

If it says "(platonic)" i feel uncomfortable writing anything to do with kissing or romantic and especially NSFW, but handholding or small sighs on love are fine

Otome games:

Obey me:

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeous

Beelzebub

Beelphie

Diavolo

Simeon

Solomon

Ships i will do:

Asmodeous x Solomon

Diavolo x Lucifer

Twisted Wonderland

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Tray clover

Cater Diamond

Leona Kingscholar

Jack Howel

Ruggi Bucchi

Kalim Al-Asim

Jamil Viper

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Cruel

Ships i will do:

Ace x Deuce

Tray x Cater

Malleus x Leona

Kalim x Jamil

You can request other characters as well i would just prefer doing these,the ships i dont care just make it legal

Arcana:

Nadia

Asra

Julian

Muriel

I wont do any ships only x reader

Nu: Carnival:

Eiden

Aster

Morvay

Yakumo

Edmond

Olivine

Quincy

Kuya

Garu

Blade

Dante

I won't do any ships only x reader

Dating simulators/Visual Novels:

Error143

14 days with you

John Doe

Jester

Homegrown Pet

Blooming Panic

Please don't hate Christmas

GAVRIL

Your Boyfriend (+ Teenage Peter)

YOU and HIM

My dear Hatchet Man

Broken colors

Glass Mind

Duality

Video games:

Stardew Valley:

Sebastian

Sam

Magnus

Elliott

Penny

Leah

Halley

I wont do any ships just x reader

Genshin Impact:

Kaeya

Lisa

Diluc

Razor

Venti

Albedo

Rosaria

Xiao

Aether

Lumine

Beidou

Tartaglia

Zhongli

Hu Tao

Xinyan

Yelan

Kazuha

Thoma

Ayato

Arataki Itto

Gorou

Heizou

Tighnari

Cyno

Alhaitham

Kaveh

Baizhu

Dottore

Pantalone

Scaramouche/Wanderer

Eremites

Lyney

Ayato

Ships i will do:

Lisa x Jean

Razor x Bennett

Xiao x Aether

Diluc x Tartaglia

Diluc x Venti

Venti x Zhongli

Gotovu x Kazuha

Beidou x Ningguang

Xingqiu x Chongyun

Tartaglia x Zhongli

Kazuha x Scaramouche

Kazuha x Heizou

Kazuha x Heizou x Scaramouche

Reiden Shogun x Yae Miko

Thoma x Ayato

Arataki Itto x Gorou

Tighnari x Cyno

Alhaitham x Kaveh

Scaramouche x Tartaglia

Dottore x Pantalone

Capitano x Tartaglia

Dottore x Tartaglia

Pantalone x Dottore x Capitano x Tartaglia

You can request other characters as well i would just prefer doing these,the ships i dont care just make it legal, also gay cuz i legit CANT

Other:

Creepypasta:

BEN Drowned/Ben drowned

Jeff The Killer

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Jane the Killer

Slenderman

Masky

Hoodie

Jason the toymaker

The Puppeteer

Bloody painter

Homicidal Liu

Jane the killer

Splendorman (angst to comfort)

I wont do any ships just x reader

V-tubers:

Mysta

Luca

Shu

Ike

Vox

Shoto

ships i will do:

Vox x Shoto

Mysta x Shoto

Luxiem x Shoto

Vox x Ike

Anime:

Bungou stray drogs:

Atsushi

Dazai

Ranpo

Kunikida

Tanizaki

Yosano

Fukuzawa

Akutagawa

Chuuya

Tachihara

Gin

Oda

Ango

Poe

Fyodor

Nikolai

Sigma

Tetcho Suehiro

Ships i will write:

Dazai x Chuuya

Dazai x Kunikida

Dazai x Atsushi (only platonic)

Dazai x Akutagawa (only angst)

Dazai x Chuuya

Oda x Ango

Poe x Ranpo

If you have any characters i didnt mention or ships you would like to see you can still ask but i would prefer these<3

My hero academia:

Midoriya

Bakugou

Kirishima

Mina

Denki

Todoroki

Momo

Tamaki

Midnight

Hawks

Shigaraki

Dabi

Toga

Twice

Mr. Compress

Ships i will do:

Kirishima x Bakugo

Toga x Twice (platonic)

Blue lock:

Isagi

Nagi

Bachira

Chigiri

Niko

Kunigami

Aryu

Sae Itoshi

Ships i will do:

Nagi x Reo

Bachira x Isagi

Chigiri x Kunigami

Mob psycho 100:

Reigen Arataka

Ships i will do:

Serizawa x Reigen

Chainsaw man:

Denji

Power

Aki

Angel Devil

Yoshida (maybe)

Ships i will do:

Aki x Angel Devil

Please dont ask for Denji x Makima or Makima in general,that stuff is just gross and i dont want to write for Makima,i said i dont like any minors x adults

TDLOSK:

Saiki Kusuou

Kaidou Shun

Toritsuka (maybe)

Aren

Ships i will do:

Aren x Kaidou

Danganronpa:

Nagito

Soda

Gundham

Ships i will write:

Soda x Gundham

Im sorry i didnt really watch the show or play the games but just some gameplay with these three characters.

Buddy Daddies:

Kokhi Uchiyama

Kazuki Kurusu

Rei Suwa

I wont do any ships just x reader

SK8 The Infinity:

Reki

Langa

Joe

Cherry

Miya

Ships i will write:

Reki x Langa

Joe x Cherry

Hunter x Hunter:

Gon

Killua

Kurapika

Leorio

Feitan

Chrollo

Shizuki

Kite

Meruem

Ships i will write:

Gon x Killua (platonic)

Kurapika x Leorio

Moriarty the Patriot:

Sherlock Holmes

William James Moriarty

Louis James Moriarty

Albert James Moriarty

Sebastian Moran

James Bond

Ships i will write:

Sherlock x William

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Geto

Yuuji

Megumi

Toge

Choso

Sukuna

Ships i will write:

Gojo x Geto

Yuuji x Megumi

Death Note:

Misa

Light

Mello

I wont do any ships just x reader

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paceywittergayboatman · 1 year

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Succession and the Gothic: Illusion as Survival,Tom's Gothic Manhood and it's effect on Shiv and Greg as his Victims Part 2: Disease, and Bodily Damage as Metaphor and Reality

Part 1

Masterlist

Non Succesion Refences Only

Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka/Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka/Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka/Inaugural Wounds/The Shaping of Desire in Five Nineteenth-century English Narratives by Robert E. Lougy/The Shaping of Desire in Five Nineteenth-century English Narratives by Robert E. Lougy/The Shaping of Desire in Five Nineteenth-century English Narratives by Robert E. Lougy/Wednesday by Tori Amos/Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn/Cats and Dogs by The Head And The Heart/Pretty Little Liars TV Show/Angel’s Trumpet and Devil’s Breath: A Trip into Psychonaut Culture/Devil’s Breath: Why Scopolamine Abuse is So Terrifying/Devil’s Breath: Why Scopolamine Abuse is So Terrifying/Devil’s Breath: Why Scopolamine Abuse is So Terrifying/Devil’s Breath: Why Scopolamine Abuse is So Terrifying/Femicidal Fears: Narratives of the Female Gothic Experience by Helene Meyers/Femicidal Fears: Narratives of the Female Gothic Experience by Helene Meyers/Nowhere Man by The Beatles/Strangers and Secrets: Communication in the Nineteenth-century Novel by R. A. York/Nowhere by The Beatles/The Mirror and the Killer-queen: Otherness in Literary Language by Gabriele Schwab/The Mirror and the Killer-queen: Otherness in Literary Language by Gabriele Schwab

Links

Angel’s Trumpet and Devil’s Breath: A Trip into Psychonaut Culture

Devil’s Breath: Why Scopolamine Abuse is So Terrifying

#succession #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #succession web weaving meta #succession web weaving #mine

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Bucky Barnes Masterlist, anything and everything Bucky is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Contains Smut **

One Shots:

Venus (Bodyguard Bucky) **

Conversations with The Devil [Submission for Spooktacular Smutfest 21 by boxofbonesfic] (Devil!Bucky Barnes) **

Part 2: Conversations with The Devil ** (Devil!Bucky Barnes)

Sparkle (BestFriend Bucky) [Submission for loveletterswritingchallenge by pellucid-constillations]

Tattooed On Your Palms Is My Love (Modern AU) **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU) [submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

If Only I Could Get To You First (Modern!Bucky Fake Dating AU)

Between Your Hands I Find Peace (FATWS!Bucky) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I'll Be Your Hideaway (Modern!AU) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - seven by taylor swift]

We Go A Lot Of Time [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Need To Know by Doja Cat] **

The Comfort You Bring - [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre] **

I Want You To Know [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez]

My Angel (DBF! Bucky Barnes) **

I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes

107 - TFATWS!Bucky x Motocross!Reader (requested)

Keep Your Eyes On Me - Archeologist Bucky

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

Baby, Keep Those Off (requested)

I'd Choose You (requested)

Devour **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Labyrinth (completed)

labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way.

Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Masterlist

This Feeling I've Got (ongoing, sporadic updates)

A multi part series of one shots that can be read together or stand alone in their own sweet right. based in a non canon compliant FATWS AU. (angst mild, fluff, smut)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

Masterlist

Silhouettes In The Spotlight (completed)

Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release.

SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary.

This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once (completed)

After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and social media, where he happens to find you. (angst, fluff, smut) (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Ex Military!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

Masterlist

It Comes Back To Me (completed)

Can Bucky have you come back to him after he pushed you too far?

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part I // Part II

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☆ — 𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒏 ! [ ch06 : polaroid love ]

pairing — suna rintarou x gn!reader

notes — bored in your room, suna discovers something that makes him feel things [ warnings : suggestive content ]

words — 1,473

[ series masterlist ]

suna snickers at his own joke as he locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket, making the all-too-familiar way to your dorm room as per your instructions. he picks out a key from the assortment of keys attached to his keyring (a gift from you on your third date as an official couple) and unlocks the door, greeted by an empty room. he closes the door behind him and promptly falls back onto your bed, instantly recognizing the scent of the moisturizer you apply after every shower. for a few minutes, he just lies there, comfortable on top of your fluffy sheets while his fingers mindlessly toy with a stuffed fox plushie that’s situated next to your pillow.

he gets bored, though. quite fast.

he sits back up and looks around your room. your desk is right next to the bed, several papers and a textbook opened up indicating a previous study session, a clock and a few novelty items are displayed along the edge of the desk. there’s an unfamiliar item, however, that catches his eye.

a small book with pastel yellow hardcover, pages too thick to be a notebook or a novel, is set on the corner of the desk closest to your bed, as if you’ve placed it there after flipping through it on your bed. there are small decal stickers decorating the cover — hearts, stars, flowers, smiley faces.

he shouldn’t pry, right?

right.

suna pulls out his phone again and scrolls through his social media to distract himself.

…

what the hell is in that book?

suna huffs in frustration, his curiosity slowly getting the better of him. he’s having a mental back-and-forth with himself, feeling like there’s a mini angel-suna and a mini devil-suna on his shoulders, each whispering words of discouragement and encouragement in his ears.

unfortunately, mini devil-suna wins this time, and he can imagine mini angel-suna shaking his head disapprovingly as he snatches the yellow book off the table. if it’s something personal, like a diary, i’ll stop reading immediately, he promises to himself. in one swift flick, he’s on page one.

it’s a photo album. and there’s a picture of a familiar bouquet of flowers staring back at him.

suna doesn’t know what he had expected, but he can’t say he’s not surprised at his finding. he instantly recognizes the moment captured in a polaroid film — the flowers he got you on day he finally, officially asked you out.

it was two weeks after the whole picking-you-up-from-a-party-and-then-kissing-you-in-the-parking-lot incident. obviously, the both of you knew that your relationship can no longer be labelled as “just friends” anymore without either of you having to say anything. throughout the two weeks, you continued to meet up as usual, though the hello and goodbye hugs you share linger a little longer, the looks you give each other a little deeper, the hand-holding a little tighter. until, finally, suna can no longer sleep without thoughts of you running through his mind and plaguing his dreams.

so one sunday morning, he wakes up with a resolve, more determined than ever. he cleans up really well, does his hair and even sprayed on a little bit of cologne, before heading to the florist to pick out a bouquet of flowers in your favorite colors. he makes his way back to your dorm, marches right up to your door and knocks twice.

knock knock.

maybe it’s the adrenaline finally running out, but the few seconds he spends standing in front of your door as he hears shuffling inside might just be the most nerve-wracking time period in his life. he unknowingly holds his breath, grip on the bouquet tightening and biting the inside of his lip as his heart pounds harder than it should be.

click.

“who is it and what do you need at 7am on a sun-”

even when you’re still half-asleep, leaning on the door for support, clad in your plaid pajamas and rubbing your eyes with a disgruntled look on your face, suna thinks you’re absolutely breathtaking.

on the other hand, you catch a glimpse of your more-than-friend, smartly dressed and shoving a handful of flowers in your direction and pause mid-sentence. suddenly, the sleep washes away and is replaced by confusion as you wait for your brain to process what’s happening.

“rin, w-what is… going on…”

suna gulps and shoves all his nerves down.

“go out with me. officially. be my s/o.”

suna feels a blush climb up his neck all the way to the tips of his ears as he recalls the day, though he can’t get the image of how adorably flustered you looked as you accept the bouquet of flowers and squeak out a yes, causing him to break out in a dopey grin he can’t fight back as he closes the distance between the two of you, gently tugging you by your arm so he can capture your lips in his.

a chime from his phone brings him back from his trip down memory lane. suna checks the notification to find that it’s you, telling him you’re on your way back to your dorm, and that same loopy smile threatens to make it back onto his face. he decides he has some time left to flip through the photo album, only for his heart to melt when he discovers its contents.

polaroid photos of the little moments from your relationship decorate each page, sometimes along with other memorabilia. a silly selfie of the two of you on a movie date, with the cinema ticket stub attached next to it. a picture of suna sitting across from you at the ramen shop, making a peace sign as you were waiting for your food to arrive. the same fox plushie that’s on your bed that he won during an arcade date after a ridiculous amount of tries. a pretty sunset view from the top of the hiking trail he had dragged you to a few weeks ago, when he had to carry you on his back the way down. a picture of you and suna on the volleyball court, with him still in his jersey, his arm around you as you two smile into the camera — he vividly remembers having a friend take the photo after your first time watching him play in a match, where his team took the win. (and all his teammates saying he was on top of his game that day)

with a content sigh, suna finally wills himself to close the book and replace it on your desk, heart fluttering and mind buzzing at his finding. god, he loves you.

he checks the time and figures you’d be nearing your building by then, deciding to meet you outside. he stands up, patting down your bed to rid the creases he made on your sheets and leaves the room, making sure to lock the door behind him. just as he predicted, he catches you right before you enter the building. he snakes an arm around your waist and greets you with with a quick peck on your forehead before taking your bag from you and slinging it over his own shoulder, using enough strength to leave no room for you to fight off his chivalry.

“hey. ready to go?”

“yup. you didn’t mess up my room, did you?” you narrow your eyes suspiciously.

he feigns an offended gasp. “how could you think that of me, your own boyfriend that you love oh so much?”

“just making sure you didn’t find my porn,” you retort with a cheeky grin.

suna snorts. “oh, don’t worry, i did.” he laughs along with you as you giggle and swat at his chest, leaning in to press another kiss on your cheek and squeezing you closer into him. he decides against telling you about the book he found, perfectly content to keep your secret that he found out, a secret from yourself.

you look at him curiously. “you’re a little more affectionate today, rin,” you note.

he simply shrugs at your comment. “what, i can’t show my lovely, wonderful, gorgeous s/o that i love them oh so much?” he’s satisfied at the way you roll your eyes in mock annoyance, though he can tell you’re hiding your shyness.

suna chuckles, changing the topic to what you’re having for lunch. in his mind, he adds buy y/n flowers and save up for a polaroid camera to his to-do list.

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The Agreement part.2 — Kaz Brekker

Resume/Masterlist

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader.

Warnings of series: Convenience/arranged marriage, swearing, mention of fight, mention of death, mention of desire, fluff, sensual, mention of post-traumatic stress.

Warnings of chapter: swearing.

Word count: 4k

A/N: I hope you guys like.💖

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

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“What?!” Your exclamation came out louder than intended, and perhaps sharper than expected.

The salty sea breeze came through the window once more. The smell of salt and ocean invaded the room and for a second it felt like being in a ship's cabin at sea.

Kaz looked at you as if you were some child. Or someone deaf. But if he was swimming in acidic thoughts, he didn't say them.

"Think carefully." His voice was firm and explicit, the ones men use to convince women of something. “You want freedom, don't you? Live your life without having to fulfill a man's whims or your father's expectations. You wants to be able to snow on a ship without having a date to go back and make your own destiny. You want just needing to care what new adventure knocks on your door and what promise of wonders life awaits. It is not?"

How did he figure it out so well in such a short time? Was he too shrewd or were you too transparent?

You nodded, unable to say anything. Perhaps out of perplexity at how Kaz read you so easily. Or maybe the way he looked like an overpoweringly beautiful fallen angel in the moonlight.

“And the only way to do that is to get married.”

You frowned. “As I recall, Brekker, I came here just so I wouldn't have to get married.”

“And it's a stupid plan.” God, you wanted to kill him. “You asked me to have the Dregs take you to the harbor without your father's spies noticing. But it turns out your father's spies already know you're here.”

Your breath was lost somewhere between lungs and nose.

“Since you arrived, the noise from the Crow Club downstairs has become less shrill. And this is not typical criminal behavior. Either they have adopted good manners or someone they know they should fear has joined the Club.” Kaz sat more relaxed in the armchair behind his desk, his dark blue eyes locked on you. “I would bet on the second option.”

“So I came here for nothing?” You were starting to get angry at his beating around the bush. Because you knew it was manipulation. Brekker was laying the groundwork and you understood that.

“I did not say that. Turns out you can never get rid of your father. Not when he's a man with the purchasing power able to buy an entire country. There will always be someone who will recognize you, someone who will find you. And for the right price, the whole world is capable of being bribed. You would run away only to be chased by other spies, other people wanting the reward your father will give to whoever brings you back home.”

Very early on, you realized that Kaz Brekker was capable of crushing dreams as easily as crushing an insect. His destructive power was colossal and you saw all of your desires floating under his palm. Waiting just for him to brutally clench his fist and crush them.

But that's not what he did.

“You'll only get what you want if you follow his orders.” The breeze came through the window once more, ruffling her charcoal hair. “But if you can't defeat your enemies, change the rules of the game.”

“And is that where marriage to you comes in?”

“See it.” His body leaned very gently across the table towards you, it was a millimeter and ridiculous gesture, but it felt like him standing a breath away from you. “What you need is to get married. But marrying someone who doesn't give a damn about what you're going to do, and don’t have expectations of you. Someone who is not interested in home life, family life or Any other things you can offer other than money.”

Any other things you can offer. The night breeze this time was accompanied by an impure, almost obscene scene of the fallen angel in front of you on a bed of black duvets and caustic weather. A moment when the ends of his black hair brushed your forehead and your nose, moving back and forth as followed the rhythm of his hips and…

The sea breeze was gone, taking the obscene image with it and bringing back your common sense. For a second you wondered where that came from! You hadn't been in his presence for more than two hours and the entire compilation of what it was like Kaz Brekker, so far, had frightened you and attracted you in an absurdly dangerous way.

"And are that you came, I suppose." You hoped your voice couldn't give away your impure thoughts from seconds ago. “Do you want us to form an alliance where you receive my dowry and in return I am free from my father's demands and can do as I please with my freedom?"

“Alliance is a very strong term for what we are doing here.” He was succinct, “I would tell you to look at this as a business transaction. A marriage document is still just a piece of paper. And nothing else. Don't get carried away by sentimentalism. Things only have feelings if you want them to.”

Kaz was right, you knew that. For all your belief in true love and the many books romance novels you devoured, you still understood that a marriage could very well be seen as a business translation. It are a sad, cold way to see something so beautiful, but it still true.

“I have no interest in anything other than your dowry and you have no interest other than freedom. So what I'm proposing is something very sensible and objective. When we get married, your father will set you free, and you won't have any husband to please or any other crap. I don't want and don't expect anything from you, I don't care if you're sailing to Ravka or venturing on The Fold.”

“Do you want the money out of greed or despair?”

Kaz took a second to get a better look at you after that sneaky question. You had asked the correct question amid so many banalities and he realized that you were more cunning than you looked.

If he wanted to know your secrets, you also wanted to know his.

“A bit of both.” He was sincere.

“And what do you intend to do with my father's industries? Because you would win them too. And any misdirection could end up reducing my father's empire to nothing, and I don't want him to see the thing he loves most in ruins.”

Brekker heard the feelings in your voice. There was a hidden pang of hurt, but a lot of determination and honesty. You loved your father and understood him, even if you didn't agree with his principles. You had a fair and upright nature and were able to move mountains to get things done the way you thought was right. That was a red flag for Kaz. You were a good person. And he not.

He could never promise you things that go back to a good guy. But he could promise you honesty and justice. Kaz Brekker would never take something from someone the way it was taken from him so many years ago. He was a monster. But never in the same category as Pekka.

“I have no interest in having an empire doomed to fail.” His eyes were serious. “My motivation has always been greed. Why would I sink the company that is capable of making me such a rich man?”

He would have to be an idiot to let such a lucrative business go. And Kaz Brekker was anything but an idiot.

“Would you let me do anything I want?”

“I have no interest in what you don't or do.”

You hesitated for a second, as if remembering another detail. “My father doesn't believe in divorce, and even if he did, I would be pressured to remarry. Do you understand that we couldn't divorce?”

“I have no desire to marry again. And you might as well get other men you want without making a fuss, without your father finding out.” Always rational and objective. Without any inclination to the heart's desires. “There is no room in this world for feelings. Much less in this agreement. If you fall in love with someone you will have to be content with just relating to them, not getting married. And it seems like a small price to pay for so many benefits.”

It was the perfect plan. Did you know that. It was rational, objective and cunning. Something advantageous for both without costing too much. But why did you feel that something could go very wrong? You were a romantic person and you knew you could see things where they didn't exist. The truth was, you would have to leave your heart completely out of the picture.

Just a business transaction.

Brekker seemed to see a hint of hesitation in your eyes.

“It's very simple, Ms. Y/L/N.” That voice that gave you goose bumps hovered in front of you. “You marry me and you still have your freedom, because I don't give a damn about what you do after.”

“20 million from Kruges. Rich.” his eyes gleamed with a deep glow.

“And how do I know this isn't a trick?”

“I don't promise lies.” His firm face was serious “I won't give you happiness, Y/n. Much less love. Love doesn't exist in Kerch. But I will give you freedom, independence, a comfortable life that you are accustomed. And it seems to be much more than you have now.”

You knew you could be making a deal with the devil. Selling your soul to that man with the face of a fallen angel and the aura of Lucifer. But what choice did you have?

You couldn't go back if you sealed that deal. That man would be bound whit you, even by a piece of paper, for a lifetime. Was it worth the price? You didn't care for your father's press to want to be in the management and you had a lot more money than twenty million Kruges. What would you be missing? Your chance to marry one day whit someone you came to love? But if you came home without someone one day from now your father would marry you to a gargoyle. And the way out to flee no longer seemed a viable option.

Yes, it was worth it.

Seeming to see from the glint in your eyes that you've made a decision, Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, reached out a leather-gloved hand toward you. His eyes sparkled with a mysterious spark, the scent of male cologne with a hint of danger lurking around the room. And for a moment, you felt a shiver go up your spine and the feeling that your life had just begun.

“Agree to marry me?” He said.

The feeling was that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life. You didn't know what that little stunt with Kaz Brekker awaited you. But you would find out.

“Yes.” You took his hand in a firm, intense handshake that held a million secrets.

A satisfied, victorious smile came to his lips. And whenever Kaz gave him that expression, it felt like seeing the fallen angel that was the reason so many humans sinned. The clouds in the sky shifted, moving out of the moon's path and making the distilled rays of light shimmer more brightly. His black hair and white skin were graced with those bundles, and for a second his beauty was overwhelming.

You held your breath.

Brekker continued to say something, but you couldn't pay attention. Your heart began to race, the moonlight following in his footsteps as Kaz got up from his chair and went to fetch some papers from across the room. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His body was taller and thinner than you deduced when he was sitting down. Kaz had long, slender legs beneath black straight-cut pants, his chest was broad and his waist was narrow. For a second, you felt like running your hand over the contours of his body.

You shifted your attention forward abruptly. Focusing eyes on something else.

That was the curse of handsome men. They fooled women and made them daydream. With his underworld god beauty and mysterious aura with a touch of danger, Kaz Brekker was overwhelmingly attractive. And your blood reacted to that. Any woman would have reacted the same way.

“And we'll have to leave tomorrow morning…” he sat opposite you again.

“Sorry, what?”

You turned your attention to his words, not remembering half of what he said seconds ago. Kaz looked at you intently this time, squinting his eyes millimetrically, as if he was trying to guess which paths your mind had wandered in for the past two minutes.

“Your deadline is the day after tomorrow, isn't it?”

"Yes." You got back to the core of the problem once more. “The trip to my house takes a few hours. Half a day if it's raining.”

Kaz had his eyes on the papers in his hands, maybe they were maps or documents, but you didn't feel like craning your neck to see what it was. Leaning over to view the papers meant getting closer to Brekker, and two hours in his presence was enough for you to understand that nothing good would happen if you got any closer. Or maybe you didn't trust your own feelings and emotions.

“This will have to be done very discreetly.” He didn't look up from his papers. “If any rumors about our deal reach the wrong people, your father will hear about our plan. And that meant you will being forced to marry someone else, and me without my money. Does anyone know you're here because you planned to run away?”

You shook your head. “No. I didn't get to tell my friends. But now that the plan is different, I intend to tell a friend that…”

“You can't tell anyone.” Kaz lifted ocean blue eyes to you in an electrifying look that made you shiver.

“And what is supposed to say to my friends?” You felt a pang of indignation.

“That we are in love.”

This time, your breath was gone. The phrase was like pouring gasoline on an old, flammable woodpile. And you were afraid of what might be the match that would set off a fire.

Kaz noticed your reaction and was amused by it. “Just say some nonsense about falling in love with a criminal. It wouldn't be the first time a rich little girl has fallen in love with the bad guy, and I guarantee it won't be the last.”

“And you won't tell anyone about the truth too?” You wanted to change the focus you.

“I don't have to answer to anyone.”

This time you gave a smug smile and crossed your arms in an insolent gesture. “So everyone will think the infamous Kaz Brekker, Dirty Handes and Ketterdam's most dangerous gangster is in love with a rich little girl?”

Kaz narrowed his eyes at your teasing.

“It won't be the first time that the man with a bad temper and dangerous soul falls in love with the little girl. And I'm sure it won't be the last.” You said.

You were provocative, witty and stubborn. You would always hit at the same height and loved to show people that could very well play their game. Brekker unraveled this perfectly. You weren't the kind of woman who would be peaceful, serene, and calm. You wouldn't be like Inej. You would not take his orders and his taunts in silent, contained rage. You were intense. And that was a danger.

Why did he get the feeling you were so much more than he imagined?

“Let's go to your house tomorrow morning. Nine in the morning.” He changed the subject. “I'll go with you and we'll get married.”

"My father must be preparing everything by now." You sighed. “He takes his promises very seriously and I have no doubt that, when I returns, the ceremony scene will be set in the party garden.”

Partly you were relieved about it now. Planning a ceremony are intense and personal. You never really thought about getting married, but you always imagined that if one day it happened it would be the man of your dreams. And you didn't know if you would want to organize a fake wedding. There were certain things that were inevitable to keep the heart from breaking.

“Better yet, the faster the better.”

The two of you discussed some more details of the plan in the next few hours. It was agreed that Kaz would pick you up at nine from your hotel tomorrow, in an elegant hired carriage (which you obviously would be paying for) and the two of you would go to your house in Kerch. For all intents and for all people, the truth would be that the two of you were in love. It was such a typical cliché that it wouldn't be the least bit hard to believe.

And after a while, you two could already show yourself to the world as a couple who barely saw each other. Rich society was full of them: marriage with coldness and distance, where the man has his bets and lovers and the woman her travels and her jewelry. Your father would surely understand and leave you alone. After all, he had gotten a son-in-law to inherit his empire. A young son-in-law with blood for business who would make your father extremely satisfied. However, now the two of you had to look like a couple in love. And the reality of the situation was a secret that only the two of you would take with you to the tomb.

But, that night it was difficult for you to sleep. Anxiety, restlessness and fear gnawed at you like cunning mice, rolling you from side to side in bed, whispering in your ears millions of futures where everything could go wrong. Where not even Kaz Brekker's plans could free you from the clutches of one of your father's suitors.

When the clock struck seven in the morning, you jumped out of bed with unsettling, restless energy. You didn't like feeling helpless and waiting for Brekker to show up was exactly the definition of a princess in trouble. You had to do something.

- -

“What do you mean to get married?!” Jesper choked on his breakfast, and Nina nearly spit out all her orange juice.

Kaz rolled his eyes and continued sorting through the documents on the large round table. He was going to be gone for a few days at most and needed the people he trusted most to take care of business while he was gone. There were a lot of robberies to do and Kaz spent the night crafting and modifying plans for options where he wasn't involved. He had made a list of what needed to be checked at ports and what needed to be resupplied at Crow clube.

The plan was to marry you when they arrived in Kerch and return to Crow Club the next day. Kaz knew he would have to bring you, the two of you would have to stay together until your dowry was delivered to him. After that you could go on any adventure you wanted.

But dealing with the Crows was being more exasperating than Kaz could have expected.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" Wylan was in shock.

"Nobody knew!" Nina and Inej had their chins on the floor. Matthias was the only one who didn't seem to care so much.

"I didn't know the affairs of my private life were your business." Kaz didn't look up from the papers he kept in folders for the stupid ones.

"But you never said anything." Inej said.

"It was the intention."

"It's with Y/n, isn't it?" Jesper had bright eyes and a gleeful gambling smile stretched across his lips.

Kaz looked up at the boy with chocolate creamy skin, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“She spent hours in yours office last night.”

"Oh my Santis!" Inej, Nina and Wylan exclaimed at once, eyes wide.

"The daughter of the richest man in Kerch." Wylan said.

"YOUR DOG!" Jesper clapped Kaz on the shoulder with an open palm, a loud laugh echoing and joy filling his voice.

Kaz suppressed the urge to look at the spot where Jesper had touched him. It had been years since he'd gotten over the most brutal aversion to touch, when the mere thought of getting close to someone made him tingle and dizzy with imminent fainting. At 28 years old, Kaz Brekker had proven to be greater than the demons and weaknesses that haunted him, wanting to see his downfall. A man who wanted to defeat Pekka could have no weaknesses. And he prided himself on almost have none of them.

However, offhand gestures made him look at the spot where he had been touched. The sensation brought was not unbearable or nauseating, but strange. And when the situation was skin to skin in a touch that caught him off guard, the feeling was unpleasant. Like a splinter under the skin.

It was easier with people Kaz felt comfortable with, but it wasn't something he cared about. He forced himself to overcome the most brutal aversion just to be a man without weaknesses, no chance of being defeated in a torture, no chance of being defeated by a faint. No for to touch someon.

“I thought you didn't know her in person when I warned you yesterday.” Inej tried to contain her little smile.

“It was the intention. You guys forgot the definition of secret…”

"Boss." One of the employees had entered that exclusive room. "There's someone here wanting to talk to you, Sir." He looked apprehensive.

Kaz frowned. The crow club had no movement at eight in the morning.

"Who is?"

"I think…"

"Will you please let me through!" The female voice sounded outside the room.

Jesper and the rest of the gang were wide-eyed, mouths opening in amusement and bewilderment. Kaz was catatonic. What the fucking hell were you doing there?!

"What do you mean I can't talk to your boss?!" And you continued. “I spoke to him yesterday...Don't give me these arguments, my dad tells his employees to tell people exactly that...I swear if you touch out about me again I will...”

"Fucking hell!" Kaz came out from behind the counter, crossing the living room and opening the door.

He came face to with that scene. A short girl who argued with a bouncer who was triple her height and size. Kaz knew the man was arrogant and macho, and had probably nudged your temper. He would have been amused by the scene if he wasn't abgry that you didn't follow his explicit rules.

“Ray.” Kaz glanced at the bouncer, a steady gaze that made the brute immediately back away from you.

You even gave the man an angry look before heading towards Kaz.

"What are you doing here?!" He whispered angrily.

"I couldn't wait." You wiggled your fingers, a tic of anxiety. “I could barely sleep. It was lucky I didn't show up at six in the morning.”

“That's not excuses. We have a schedule!"

“But I couldn't wait!" You whispered too. “It's visseral. I can't just sit there and wait!”

What an insufferable creature!

"Well, you'll have to learn because…!"

"What are you two whispering back there? “ Jesper's voice interrupted the discussion in whispers.

The two of you turned to the troupe standing in the doorway of the Crow room. Playful, mischievous smiles were plastered across their faces, and you felt your cheeks blush. Kaz and you looked at each other, and in that second of silent complicity, the two of you finally stepped into the roles of partners in crime.

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Diabolik lovers Angel and Devil Story [ Masterlist ]

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𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

Chapter 4: hell was the journey but it brought me heaven (final)

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Pairings: bucky barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,943

Summary: blessed with telepathic abilities since birth, you were captured by HYDRA and turned into one of their weapons to kill. after the blip, you were pardoned by the government and you were obliged to check up with dr. raynor everyday which you had no clue would lead you to the one soul you’d been waiting for.

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+) dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, shower sex, happy ending.

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @ohmickeyhenry who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for trusting me with your story. i sincerely hope you like it.

You sat on the front porch as your fingers flipped through the page of the romance novel you had your nose in. It was a beautiful day, the weather wasn’t too hot or too cold, perfect to spend hours escaping into a story outside. Alpine purred on the chair where Bucky would sit if he was here but he wasn’t because he was on an overseas mission with Sam and though you offered to come with him, Tony said that it would be best if you sat this one out. You didn’t take it personally, however, it was hard to be separated from him for nearly a month.

Bucky said he’d be coming home soon and though the mission kept delaying them to come home, Bucky called and texted you every day to let you know that he was alright and how far on completing the mission had they gone. You were glad that Sam and Bucky had each other while you weren’t around to take care of him because you knew that Sam was the only person who could ground him other than you.

You and Bucky had been together for nearly five months now, after your recovery in Wakanda and adjusting to the new life of being superheroes, you both decided that you wanted to settle in a more remote place. All of the Avengers had their own places outside of the compound so you thought, why don’t you get yours? You talked about getting your own place in Brooklyn but eventually, you came to a decision where somewhere in the country would be better for both of your mental beings, while also still residing in the New York area so that you’d be ready in case there are emergency missions.

Since moving to the countryside, you had felt much more at peace and you had learned more about yourself than before. You were in the middle of the process of moving in when Bucky was needed by Tony to take care of an international matter with Sam, so Tony helped call in some people to help you with your stuff.

The place you had with Bucky was lovely, it wasn’t anything big or swanky, it was simply a rural rustic home that blends woods and stones as the foundation. It had a large loft where you placed your bed, and the roof had upper windows which shed lights into the entire room. It was even more stunning at night where you could see the stars and the moon that illuminated the dark space. From the veranda, you could enjoy the beautiful view of greenery and the lake surrounding you. It was heaven, but most importantly, it was your and Bucky’s little heaven.

You’d often feel lonely living in the cabin, so you decided to adopt a cat while Bucky was away. You didn’t tell him because you wanted it to be a surprise. You named her Alpine. You’d always wanted to have a pet and now that you had your own place, you could have one without worrying it would bother anyone.

You talked to Bucky this morning and he estimated that he’d be coming home in two days, which means he’d be home by his birthday. You couldn’t think of a more perfect gift than this adorable, blue-eyed cat. It was as if she got them from her dad whom she had yet to meet. You also wanted to make his birthday and celebrate his coming home more special so you put down the book and went to the grocery store in town that afternoon to shop for the ingredients to bake a cake.

You had learned a lot of new things after you moved here, and baking was quickly becoming your hobby, so you were excited to utilize that new skill to surprise the love of your life. You spent the next day in the kitchen so once Bucky walked through the front door, the cake would be ready to be served. You were giddy thinking about the look on his face and how proud you would feel to make him happy with something you made of your own.

You were lying on your couch with Alpine by your feet, reading the book that you didn’t get to finish yesterday when you heard your phone notifying you a text had been received.

I’m outside, babydoll.

You instantly got up from your couch and put your book on the table. Your first thought this morning was Bucky would back to your arms this afternoon and you were ecstatic. You had missed him terribly and you wanted to curl up in his embrace and never let him go. He was your anchor and you were his rock, you both needed each other to get through the days. How you managed to survive so long without him was beyond you.

You chose a nice outfit, nothing fancy just a simple sundress that you feel your best in, put on some makeup and did your hair. Though you didn’t have a clue on makeup products, let alone apply them all over your face, you did spend a handful of times watching Youtube for guidance. You knew you didn't have to put all that effort to keep Bucky in love with you but you wanted to do something nice for him. For the first time in forever, you were a free woman who was allowed to make her own choices, you were going to revel in exploring them.

You opened the door and there he was, as handsome as the devil, as gentle as an angel. Everything about him captivated you yet, he soothed every nervous system in your body too. He was grinning at you like he had just won a prize and you couldn’t help but throw yourself at him as soon as the door was fully opened. “Bucky!”

He hugged you back, holding you so tightly to his chest and he kissed you as a lover would until you needed air. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he swept the hair that was falling on your face, slightly hiding your beauty.

You smiled at his flattery, “I got a surprise for you…”

“A surprise?” He looked genuinely perplexed. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s your birthday, silly. And to celebrate you coming home, of course, because I missed you so badly.”

“Sweetheart, you don't need to get me anything, you’re all the blessing I need in my life.”

“And you are mine, but you deserve more. So, close your eyes.” You ordered him like you were an excited 10 years old ready to show off her science project to her parents. He did as he was told and you took his hand and led him to the kitchen where his cake was sitting perfectly. “Don’t open your eyes until I tell you!”

He chuckled, “okay.”

Bucky trusted you wholeheartedly so he didn’t worry he’d walk into a wall or slam his hips to the kitchen counter as he was being led down to where his cake was. “Okay, now open your eyes.” He did so and he saw you standing behind the tiny dining table, near the kitchen chanting Ta-Da! Presenting a chocolate birthday cake, in the shape of a heart in front of you.

You lit up the candles that were in the shape of 106 and you brought the cake closer to him, “happy birthday, my love.”

Bucky was grinning from ear to ear, he couldn’t contain the happiness swelling in his heart. While he was on his bike, driving from the compound to his cabin-like home, all he expected was a warm shower and being tangled between the sheets with you. Since he was turned into The Winter Soldier, he no longer cared about birthdays or his age. Time felt blurry and all that mattered was his purpose in his life which is to make amends to the wrongs he committed during his winter soldier days and the few people that he cared about.

But now you were in his life, you were going to make sure his birthdays are special and that every second you both spent together was precious. “I got another surprise for you…” You walked to the couch to carry Alpine and when Bucky saw her, his eyes lit up.

“You got us a cat?!” You handed her to Bucky gently like a newborn baby and Bucky cradled her to his chest, looking like an affectionate father.

“I did. I felt lonely while you were away so I thought I’d get a pet now that we’ve got our own place and I saw her at the shelter when I went to town and she looked so adorable, I just had to take her home, Buck,” you watched Bucky lovingly stroke the cat’s ear.

“I never had a pet before…”

“I know, and neither had I so I thought, the three of us would make a wonderful family.”

“Thank you, doll. This is… This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for.”

“You’re welcome, love. By the way, her name’s Alpine.”

Bucky nodded, “suits her.”

“Now, as delicious as that cake looks, I really need to take a shower, would you mind joining me?” Bucky held out his hand for you.

“There’s nothing else I’d rather do,” Bucky took your hand and carried you in bridal style to your bathroom, which had rustic walls like the rest of the house and dark brown sink vanity with a mirror at the centre above.

Bucky put you down and you both began stripping out of your clothes. You helped Bucky with his once yours were on the hanger because you wanted to feel him, really feel him now. Once only his boxer remained, you slid the shower glass door and you pulled him, giggling like teenagers trying to sneak out in the middle of the night as he struggled to take off his boxer with the way you were pulling him.

You turned on the shower, just warm enough to soothe your nerves and help Bucky relax. Bucky cupped your face and you both began making out, the stream of water made it difficult to keep your eyes open but you always got so lost in his kisses that you could never keep your eyes open even if you wanted to. It felt like heaven to feel those lips again after a month of his absence.

Bucky lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He slammed you to the bathroom glass as he dominated your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours as his vibranium arm leaned against the glass. Bucky trailed kissed to the column of your neck and you threw your head back, giving him easier access. He bit the skin, marking you as his.

The water kept flowing down and you both forgot what you were there for in the first place. “Oh, missed you so fucking much, doll.”

“I missed you too,” you said as you panted.

“Those nude pictures you sent weren’t helping either. Each time I see you naked, it went straight to my cock. It was torture not to have you right away.” Bucky put you down and kissed your body, down to your stomach until he reached the part where you needed him most. Bucky lifted your right leg onto his shoulder and kissed the inside of your thigh as he left a love bite with his teeth there too.

You didn’t mind, you were his as much as he was yours and you loved it when he got a little rough or possessive, though you knew Bucky would never hurt you and if he did, you wouldn’t hesitate in telling him. But you loved to walk around with his marks on you, you wore them proudly.

Bucky dipped his head to your core, tasting your arousal like a famished man. He had been deprived of your taste for a month, he wasn’t going to hold back. He could spend hours in between your legs if you let him and he’d never get tired of it. Bucky licked a stripe of your slit, making you throw your head back again and moan.

He grabbed your arse to keep you standing, with the way he was devouring you, your thighs began to shake, and you would’ve crumbled to the floor if he wasn’t holding you. You tugged his hair, keeping his face close to your cunt. You couldn’t help but grind yourself onto his face and you could feel him smirking.

The way his stubble grazed your delicate skin was tantalizing, you’d tried to close your legs a few times around his head but he always held them back. You could feel your muscles tightening, but before you could burst, Bucky put your leg to the floor and he stood up, kissing you again and you could taste your arousal all over his tongue. It was erotic yet intimate at the same time.

Bucky grabbed your hips and spun you around, you could feel his stiff member nudging you from behind as you both fought for dominance with your tongues. Bucky took a fistful of your hair and lifted your head back, once again trailing open-mouthed kisses to your throat. His fingers made their way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles furiously as if you weren’t soaked enough already from the way his tongue ingurgitated you.

You whimpered at his touch, the way he always knew how to light up every cell in your body with his touch was a wonder. It was as if your body had given itself completely to him and it was going to comply with whatever his touch tells you to do. Like the way you willingly bared your soul to him, you didn’t fight it at all, let the love and passion you had for each other consume you.

“You’re dripping all over my hand, doll.”

“I need you to fuck me now, please.” You were losing your mind with the way he was stimulating you, you needed to have him inside you now.

“Anything for you, baby.”

Bucky used your wetness to lubricate his member, making it easier for him to slide in. You leaned against the glass with your hands against it as he gripped your hip with his flesh hand and your shoulder with his vibranium one. Bucky pushed himself until he was fully sheathed and he groaned, “oh fuck, I ain’t gonna last long. Missed this tight cunt so much.”

Bucky gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size, and once you told him to move, he began with slow paces. You threw your head back and leaned against his shoulder as he kept thrusting in and out of you at a faster speed. Bucky moved his vibranium arm to your hip and wrapped his flesh hand around your jaw, directing it to his face so he could kiss you deeply.

The sounds of your skin slapping were salacious. Bucky felt you clenched around him and the coil in your stomach tightened. His fingers that were gripping your waist once again furiously rubbed your clit, igniting the fire in your muscles. Your cries grew louder as his rhythm began to falter, and the dam in you broke, your squirts streamed down your thighs, clouding your brain with pleasure.

Bucky started to get messy as he chased his own orgasm. He followed you to the place of euphoria, releasing himself deep inside you, panting your walls with hot white gush. Bucky leaned his forehead against the glass as he breathed heavily with his heart thumping against his chest. His weight on your back was comforting so you stayed there for a while until you both began to come down from your highs.

Bucky pulled out of you and his orgasm ran down your thighs, following yours. You turned around to face him and kiss him again. “That was fucking amazing,” Bucky said as he cleaned you up.

“I should be the one doing that, I wasn’t the one who just came home from a one month mission,” you retorted as you watched him going down to scrub your thighs where your juices were sticking on your skin.

“Well, now that I’m here, let me take care of my girl, will ya?”

You only chuckled and eventually, you both helped rinsed each other off. Once the shower was done, Bucky dried you with a towel and carried you to your bed, which he had yet to sleep on since it got here.

Life was a funny thing. Sometimes it dragged you down to hell, making you question if you had ever committed such a heinous crime in your previous life that cost you such misery in your present. But then, slowly but surely, the journey that you had to endure, led you to your fate, for better or for worse.

You couldn’t change where you had been and what you had done, but you could choose how you were going to redeem yourself and how you were going to spend the remaining years of your life now. You didn’t know much about your future as an Avenger. Hell, you were barely an Avenger, to begin with, but eventually, when you were ready, you knew there’d be nothing too big to overcome because you had Bucky by your side to walk through the storm with.

You didn’t have the privilege to believe in mystical things such as lucky stars but you were going to thank whatever was out there for the invisible string that tied you to Bucky.

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genshin-scenarios · 3 years

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Masterlist: Individual Characters

These are works that only feature one character per post! Ones with emojis behind them are headcanons.

Masterlist for: Mixed Characters here!

VENTI - CARMEN DEI

💚 With a Traveler!Reader 💚 Fashion AU 💚 Hydro Archon AU

💚 When he raises you as his own (adopted!reader, platonic) 💚 With a hermit + time-traveler friend 💚 Crushes 💚 ‘Your Name' (Kimi no Na wa) AU

Morning Comes - you’ve left Mondstadt to continue on your journey, includes references to the first archon quest

Not feeling like his usual self... - comfort for venti on his birthday, after he’s drunk a little too much

With a spirit-turned-human reader - you’ve recently gained a human form, but it seems that blending in will be a little harder than you anticipated...

Back to Mondstadt - you visit after traveling in Inazuma, it seems that Venti prefers you in a color other than purple

Wind Spirit Friends - if Barbatos trusts you, so can they!

Just Like a Flower - (collab) Petals Meet a Flame - (collab part 2)

Just One Picture, Or Two (Modern Band AU) - taking pictures during autumn together

Venti x Adventurer!Reader (feat. wingman Aether) - what are they getting up to in the week leading up to valentines?

Angel AU: XiaoVen x GN!Reader - whereas the three of you are guardian angels!

Steps to fall for you - ongoing series (Xiaoven x reader) - modern au where reader is an idol manager, but xiaoven aren’t idols here, so it’s fine if they get into trial-dating shenanigans, right?

DILUC - NOCTUA

❤️ Thief x Detective AU ❤️ Soulmate AU (hearing each other’s thoughts in your heads)

The Festive Season - winters with him tend to be warmer than not

Playing With His Hair - he lets you tie it into a braid!

A Season for Flowers - you surprise him with a gift during the windblume festival

To Pierce a Masquerade - part 1 of a manhwa inspired nobility AU, which was supposed to be a series, but um...

Kiss Day - you agreed to take things slow, but was it so bad for you to want a proper kiss from him?

Asexual!Reader - comfort after a rejection from someone else, platonic

To Share a Dance With You - the three times you danced with him!

Getting home late... - he finds you fast asleep with his coat as a blanket

Teammates, In Two Senses (college AU) - you and Diluc are online friends that often game together, but one day you find out he goes to the same university as you!

KAEYA - PAVO OCELLUS

💙 When the Reader has two different sides to them... 💙 Him as a Parent... 💙 With a shy and sensitive s/o... 💙 Camping with Kaeya!

Late Hours - he’s drinking alone, lamenting over his insecurities in opening up to you (angst)

Glass Feathers - kaeya angst, but receives comfort from the reader! Cinderella themed, in a sense

Devil!Kaeya - you confess your feelings to him and try to run away. it’s a good thing Kaeya is good at roping you back into his arms, though

Kiss Day - playing windtrace together, with Kaeya as the hunter

Casting a Line... - modern AU, where a planned proposal unfortunately led to a misunderstanding, but is salvaged by the end

ALBEDO - PRINCEPS CRETACEUS

🌻 Flower Shop AU (additional headcanons in reblogs) 🌻 Catboy for a Week

An Avoided Accident - you’re thankfully spared from Albedo bringing a landscape painting to life

Soft Massages - he gives you a massage! (SFW)

Butler + 🍰 - a curious novel caught his attention, and he wanted to act out a scene

The Way One Acts - you mentioned you were curious about what he’d be like with a different personality, but probably should’ve thought twice before planting such an idea in his head

JEAN - LEO MINOR

🌼 General Dating Headcanons

RAZOR - LUPUS MINOR

💜 Cafe AU - modern setting, he learns how to make latte art!

BENNETT - ROTA CALAMITAS

🔥 Kiss Day - you give him a kiss on the cheek!

EULA - APHROS DELOS

❄️ Music - dancing together in an abandoned building

TRAVELER - VIATOR/VIATRIX

💫 Aether & Lumine Fashion AU

ZHONGLI - LAPIS DEI

💛 General Relationship Headcanons 💛 Shopping with him (modern AU) 💛 When you're an artist! 💛 More Dating Headcanons!

Demon/Angel AU - demon prince Zhongli!

For Good Luck... - every time you enter a new nation and unlock its first statue of the seven, Zhongli is reminded of who you really are; a traveler from another world, who will leave Teyvat eventually.

CHILDE - MONOCEROS CAELI

🐳 When you & Zhongli keep talking on and on... 🐳 With a guarded reader that won’t open up 🐳 Royalty AU 🐳 As the reader’s brother-figure... (platonic) 🐳 Can he ride a horse..? (unserious)

Lantern Rite - thankfully, he hasn’t forgotten about your plans together

A Gift for Him - you gave him a scarf as a gift, he cherishes it more than you think

Childe x Millelith!reader - you’re understandably exasperated when he shows up at your doorstep

XIAO - ALATUS NEMESEOS

🍃 Soulmate AU 🍃 Relationship Headcanons

Celebratory Hug - he allows you to give him a victory hug

Dancing together - amongst flowers in a field...

Catching butterflies - a cute moment while trying to catch crystalflies

Dang, you buy your snow from carts? - trying shaved ice together

Non Binary!Reader - where your family wasn’t supportive, and Xiao notices something about your mood is off (comfort)

You both work under his former Master... - set in the past when Xiao was still working under his cruel master, way before Zhongli freed him. Reader is a male servant working for the same boss

Angel AU: XiaoVen x GN!Reader - whereas the three of you are guardian angels!

A Missing Half - corrupted AU! After you disappeared from Teyvat, he's the only one who senses the loss of you. Some codependant, posessive, ooc themes. ‘Something bad happened and now they aren’t quite themselves anymore.’

CHONGYUN - NUBIS CAESOR

❄️ Winters with him!

I've got your back - inspired by his birthday voiceline!

XINGQIU - FABULAE TEXTILE

📚 Him and Crushes 📚 As Childhood Friends 📚 (Love) Letter on the Loose 📚 Dating Headcanons

Bookstore AU - modern AU, hiding out in a bookstore that you and your friends part-time at (it helps that Xingqiu’s family owns it, too)

Devil!Xingqiu - he really isn’t good for your heart

Sworn Siblings? - based off his voiceline, you’re more than a little frustrated at the term ‘sibling’

NINGGUANG - OPUS AEQUILIBRIUM

🌟 Tending to you after you nearly died

GANYU - SINAE UNICORNIS

🏹 Fluff Headcanons

XINYAN - FILA IGNIUM

🎸 Trying something spicy (feat. the mooncake festival!)

KAZUHA - ACER PALMATUM

🍁 Dancing on autumn leaves - a short and sweet drabble! 🍁 To Doze in Your Arms - napping together with kitsune Kazuha!

🍁 A Story For the Stars - Kazuha finds himself in your world one day, but shortly after meeting you at your highschool, it’s a race against time before the both of you are forced to part ways (slight soulmate AU)

EI/BAAL - IMPERATRIX UMBROSA

💜 Waking up from a dream... - bittersweet drabble based on her trailer with her friends

ITTO - TAURUS IRACUNDUS

🐄 For You (Itto x Male!Reader) - implied backstory/relations with Liyue and the Crux fleet, celebrating your birthday.

THOMA - RUBEUM SCUTUM

🧹 Polaroid Moments - reader is a member of the Kamisato Clan, as well as an artist. They’re visiting the main estate for the summer, where they get to catch up with a good friend!

SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER - PEREGRINUS

💙 General Headcanons (old, during his first event appearance)

💙 Yokai AU - The business of protecting all beings from destructive spirits and humans alike was a niche discipline in itself, but Scaramouche (bakaneko) seems like he’ll be your partner-in-crime for the foreseeable future.

Kiss Day - you kissed him, tried to run, and fail

Under the Rain - luckily, his hat is just wide enough to cover you too!

Adopt a Wanderer: full series - a found-family series with Scaramouche, who you address as Kuni in this AU! By which you’re going about your normal day irl, and a certain character from genshin gets isekaied into your world...

Reunion: full series - a sequel to Adopt a Wanderer, where as the title suggests, you’re reunited with a certain sharp-tongued Wanderer.

Wanderer with a flower arranger!reader - he’s a doll maker, though that’s only a civilian cover for Wanderer, who often disappears to complete missions for the Dendro Archon. What he didn't appreciate however is how you're the one that's been occupied as of late - dragged into helping with some Amurta scholars' research project.

A more romantic take - coming soon!

CYNO - LUPUS AUREUS

♠️ A Curious Friend - where you're a Bakeneko from Inazuma that enjoys traveling the world. Sometimes, you end up staying a bit longer in places that catch your interest.

TIGHNARI - VULPES ZERDA

🍀 Getting to know him - relationship headcanons!

NEUVILLETTE - LEVIATHAN JUDICATOR

🦦 Dancing together, soft smiles - soft and romantic, but uh… reader has a mortal lifespan, if you know what I mean.

LYNEY - FELIS FUSCUS

🪄 Meetings, memories, just for you - you’re a Fatui agent who works under Childe, accompanying him on his visit to Fontaine. There you meet Lyney under the guise of your civilian personas...

Bonus thought regarding fic above ^

🪄 Do clothes make the person? - Lyney dresses up in a skirt and leotard while practicing for another switch-up trick with Lynette...

🪄 The skip of a heart - where you're picked as the volunteer of the magic show where things went Completely Wrong in the archon quest. Good ending!

Ways to ensnare a charmer - mostly him being down bad and falling for you. There’s also a dance near the fountain at midnight~

🪄 A flower made of playing cards - a highschool idol AU, where Lyney spends his civilian life starting to pine after you (a classmate) while keeping his idol life as 'Felis' a secret!

FREMINET - AUTOMATON

🐧 Alternate shows of affection - general hcs with a reader who’s also shy/introverted!

#masterlist #separating them into 2 posts

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nightowlfandom · 4 years

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Min Yoongi- Humiliation Looks Good On You

Hey there! SO ANON ASKS

Hi I want to make a request with the prompts 10, 109, 110 with Yoongi please. I have a story in mind. Yoongi is a pretentious nerd, the best in college but also has some kind of hate relationship with y/n he really makes sure to make her feel humiliated cuz he gets turned on by doing it. but then he tries to make a move on her. Thank you.

So y’all just wanna be bullied by Yoongi, now? Ight bet! Damn Masochists! I like it tho-I’m assuming you want a happy ending to this, so that’s what I’ll be doing.

10- I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with.

109- Are you crying because of me? Hm…I didn’t realize I have that effect on you.

110- That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.

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Also hi yes, I used the name is kpop stars for your friends names,

Also humiliation, daddy stuff...IF ANYONE TREATS YOUY LIKE THIS YOU BETTER BREAK THEIR FUCKING FACE I SWEAR TO-

...

“Hey guys!” You greeted your friends as your rushed into the classroom.

“Hey babe!” Momo waved you over. “We saved you a seat! Irene was just telling us about her date last night!”

“Thanks.” You acknowledged Lisa and Hyuna who were also sitting. “What’s up?”

“Hyuna decided to be a mom and ruin my date!” Irene scoffed. “She scared him off!”

“You’ll thank me.” Hyuna waved her off, not bothered in the slightest.

“Sure.” Irene shook her head. Everyone laughed while you mustered up a sideways smile. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Oh..Y-yeah!” you shrugged. “I’m alright.”

“Bullshit.” Lisa scoffed. “I saw her hiding from Min and his cronies.”

“Min Yoongi?” Momo asked. “He’s still bothering you?”

“No! You guys it isn’t like that!”

Oh yes it was. The college golden boy who was both an academic genius and promising young performer. He thought because he was intelligent that everyone was beneath him. His plan A and plan B would more than likely workout.

“Y/N, do you need us to-”

“No!” You cut Hyuna off. “Don’t get involved or you’ll make it worse. Can’t we talk about the party tonight?”

“Ah, the biggest turn-up of the year!” Irene danced in her seat. “I have the entire house for the weekend.”

You, Hyuna, Lisa, Irene, and Momo were someone of the popular (but also super kind) girls. Every Semester you all hosted a party. You guys were notorious for throwing the best parties and this semester was no different.

“This is gonna go down in history!” Lisa smirked at the thought. “But if that tool starts something-”

Lisa didn’t like Yoongi....Lisa despised him with a passion. Mostly because he bullied you so much.

“Namjoon said that he’d behave.” Hyuna sighed. “Don’t know how much that means to you babe.” she put a hand on your shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.” Momo sighed, staring at the door.

Everyone knew than Yoongi tormented you. There was an endless array of mixed reactions.

“Hey Y/N.”

Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer.

“Yo, leave her alone.” Hyuna warned.

“You gonna let your friends fight your battles?”

That alone made you whip your head around. “I don’t let anyone fight my battles!” you snapped, drawing the attention.

Before anything could go down, the teacher came inside.

“Hello class! Can anyone tell me what we were focused on last class?”

“We were getting into cliches and niches in romance novels.” You answered aloud. “We were talking about the Bully to Lover Archetype.”

“Very good Y/N.” the teacher praised you. “Now can someone tell me why we- and I would like to hear from the women on this...Why do you as women hate such a stigma.”

Your hand instantly shot in the air. “Yes Y/N?”

“Because it promotes the stigma that if a boy or man bullies you, it’s because he likes you. Which is extremely toxic to those with love self esteem because it makes them feel like they have to be ridiculed to be loved.” you said. “In my opinion any man who feels the need to degrade a woman is festering garbage.”

“Hm, interesting! Yes Mr.Min did you have something you wanted to add?”

“Yes, what my dear acquaintance Y/N fails to realize is most women actually like being teased-”

“Teased, not tormented you imbecile.” you snapped your head in Yoongi’s direction.

“Unless she’s a masochist.” he winked at you knowingly. ‘We don’t know why the male characters bully the females.”

“Because they have nothing better to do!” you replied as calmly as you could.

“...Well, women love the bad boys.”

“Women. Love. Respect.” you seethed.

“OOh a spicy debate!” the teacher noticed the tension. “In a way, you two are very similar to the characters we will be discussing!”

“Huh?” you turned back towards the teacher.

“Yes! The male bullied the female out of jealousy and spite and the female who is very outspoken, doesn’t allow herself to be insulted.”

“Out of spite, maybe. Jealousy, never.” Yoongi laughed.

What a smug bastard.

...(Later in another class)

“Good going Y/N” Yoongi walked up to your table where you were sitting with your friends. “Now the teacher thinks we have something going on.”

“None of that is my problem...mkay?” you raised an eyebrow. “Any other stupid comments and or questions you have for me?”

“Sure.” Yoongi scoffed. “Is it true that you had to work at one of those sleazy bars to pay off your student debts?”

“So what if she did?” Lisa seethed.

“Hm, maybe if she was smarter she could have gotten a scholarship. Unless the superintendent is one of her sugar daddies.” He laughed. “It’s amazing what some people will do for money So is it cash or connection?.”

That comment made everyone fall silent.

“You don’t know me Yoongi.”

“Oh but I do. That’s why you’re my pet...Do you want me to keep you as a pet, Y/N?”

“No.” your voice wavered.

“Are you crying because of me? Hm…I didn’t realize I have that effect on you. “

Yes, you had to work in a shitty bar as a waitress on some days and a bartender on other days. It wasn’t because you liked the attention. It was because those dirt-bags tipped you just for winking in their direction and you needed to pay off your debts.

But to insinuate that you had a sugar daddy....not that you judged anyone who did...the way he meant it...most likely meant something completely different.

“THAT’S IT!” Hyuna lunged from her seat and attempted to jump at Yoongi, age be damned. “IRENE LET ME FUCKING AT HIM.”

You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face. In the midst of every boy in the classroom attempting to calm Hyuna down, you rose to your feet and exited the classroom. As soon as you were far enough, you bolted down the halls.

You kicked open the doors to the school and ran home. You would face the consequences later.

...(Meanwhile, back at school)

“Hey! I was just joking!” Yoongi burst out laughing.

“Not to us, it isn’t!” Momo barked, her bubbly and cheerful spirit was gone. “Y/N is struggling to make ends meet as it is and she doesn’t need you COMMENTING ON IT!”

“Not to mention, she’s one of the smartest girls in school!” Lisa sneered. “I bet she’d score circles around you if you actually looked at her test scores.”

“Its bad enough she won’t let us help her out, but now she sure as hell won’t let us help her now, no thanks to you!” Irene sighed.

“Oh Come on! You guys act like Y/N is some Miss Perfect!” Yoongi crossed his arms. “Is she really all that great?”

“If she wasn’t, why would you waste your time trying to bully her?” Hyuna finally calmed down. “You’re lucky that you’re friends with my boyfriend or else I swear you wouldn’t set foot at any of our parties.”

“Maybe the teacher was right. You’re just so jealous that Y/N wouldn’t give you the time of day that you turned to making fun of her to stroke your disgusting guy ego.” Momo crossed your arms. “I’m gonna go after her, she probably went home.”

“I’ll come with.” Lisa rose to her feet.

“I’ll get you guys the homework.” Irene nodded the two friends off. “And make sure Hyuna doesn’t kill someone.”

Momo and Lisa ran out of the school while Yoongi was standing there dumbstruck. For the first time, he was speechless.

...

“You guys, I really don’t wanna be here.” you sighed as the loud music deafened you and everyone within a five foot radius. “I don’t really wanna party...”

“You’re one of the hosts!” Irene sighed. “Enjoy your night! Come on! I heard Seokjin was just waiting to dance with you!”

Seokjin, the beautiful teaching assistant that any girl would kill to get their hands on. University life...Speaking of which, he must of sensed you were thinking of him because he sauntered over looking handsome as ever. He stared at you, a warm and friendly smile gracing his angelic face.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled. “You look great.”

“Oh...Thank you Jin!” you smiled.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Irene nudged you before sauntering off, belting the song at the top of her lungs. “WHOSE READY TO PARTY!”

You were left with Jin who was smiling knowingly at you. “Hey...I heard about today.”

“I don’t have a sugar daddy and I am NOT a sleaze!” you cut him off sharply. “If that’s what you’re here for, then-”

“Hey Y/N!” he put his hands up in defense. “I was just gonna say what he said about you wasn’t cool at all. Everyone is giving him hell for it.”

“Oh...thanks I guess. Sorry.” you looked down sheepishly.

“Hey...You wanna dance?” Jin motioned over to the dancefloor. He noticed your hesitance. “Come on...it’ll be fun. If anyone gives you trouble, just focus on me.”

You nodded, allowing a smile to cross your face again. You grabbed his hand and ran over to the dancefloor.

From a distance, Yoongi was watching. He was drinking a beer. He glared potholes at Seokjin who had his arms protectively wrapped around your waist. You looked genuinely happy. It made him mad. Since when and why were you and him so chummy?

He decided to do something about it, so he put his drink down and marched over.

“Yo! Jin! Hyuna said she needed your help with something school related.” he made up some lame excuse. Knowing Jin, he’d probably believed it anyways.

“Oh...Okay. Be right back Y\N!” he smiled at you which you returned. Your smiled was quickly replaced with a frown when Yoongi and you were left alone. He perked up an eyebrow and held out his hand.

You would have slapped it away, but Promiscuous By Nelly Furtado suddenly began playing.

“Come on....” he winked. You begrudgingly took his only only to be yanked towards him. Unlike Seokjin, when he wrapped his arms around you it feel uneasy.

“ I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with. “ he whispered in your ear. His body felt hard and cold, yet you moved so effortlessly with him.

“I’m nobody’s pet.” you snapped.

“You’re mine.” he leaned forward and whispered in your ear. “Otherwise you would have killed me by now.”

“Still debating.” you laughed dryly. “You’ll always be a pain in my ass...”

You broke away from his embrace to dance on your own. Working at a bar, the other girls taught you how to dance. The only positive to come out of working at a shithole like that, plus the tips you got just for smiling at someone. Yoongi took note of this. What happened to the timid little victim he loved to poke fun at.

You almost looked like you could hold your own.

“GO Y/N!” Momo yelled while dancing with her own date.

As you turned back around, getting closer to Yoongi again, your eyes met. Things fell silent between you two as you took a step back. You had to get out of there before you did something you would regret.

You wound up running into a random room in the mansion, struggling for air. Absolutely not! No way! You were not falling for Yoongi.

“Jin is so kind and sweet and Yoongi is the reason I don’t wanna go to school. Hell no.” you seethed.

“Is that how you feel?”

Yoongi stood at the door, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yes! I hate you!” you could feel everything welling up inside you as you met his gaze again. “I hate you so much that I wish you would-”

“Wish I would what? Drop dead? Drop out of school, leave you alone?” he cut you off with a harsh tone. “Tell me how you really feel!”

“Make your move or shut the fuck up!” you gave your answer.

You knew good and well Yoongi had a reason for doing this, you just figured you would give it your best guess. This caused Yoongi to raise an eyebrow. You almost regretted opening your mouth when Yoongi stormed over and grabbed you by the waist. He crashed his mouth over yours, claiming you in a kiss.

You felt him tangle your hair in his fist, keeping you in place. You tangled your hands in his hair.

Imagine, the schools bully and the girl he’s tormented since he met her, in such a compromising position.

You were two focused on Yoongi pinning you to the bed to worry about it though.

“You are such a-”

“ Ah ah ah~...That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.”

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Love In Sin

Chapter 1

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Warning - Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Implied Smut, Violence, Swearing

Chapter Warnings - None except swearing

A/N - This chapter has been beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons (thank you!)

The SPN divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

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“Winchester? Dean?”

“Yes, sorry sir. It's just a lot to take in. Leaving the precinct, and getting married-well fake married- to L/N.” Dean bit the inside of his cheeks in thought.

“I understand. Let me know your decision as fast as you can. I am going to talk to Y/N now. Just remember, I chose you because you are one of our best FBI agents.” Mr. Singer said.

“I agree to take up the case sir,” Dean said and got up from his seat. Bobby Singer had trusted him with the case. He couldn't let him down.

“You sure Winchester?” Bobby Singer cocked his head at the agitated Detective in front of him.

“Hell yes! I mean yes sir,” Dean said.

“Fine. Tell Ms. L/N I want to talk to her too. Dismissed.”

Dean left the office still mulling over the words his boss said. Going undercover to arrest a drug dealer wasn't a huge deal for him. What bothered him the most was Mr. Singer was pairing him with you who was his arch nemesis - okay maybe not arch nemesis but you weren't the best of friends either. You were weirdly competitive and so was Dean. It's not like you avoided each other, but whenever you talked , it either ended with a stupid bet or some snappy remarks from both of you - sometimes both.

“Hey L/N! Bossman is calling you to the office,” Dean said.

“Why is Mr. Singer calling me after he called you, Dean ‘I-am-the-best-detective-in-the-world’ Winchester?” You smirked at him.

“He has something important to discuss with you,” Dean said with a serious expression, which made you frown. He hardly ever talked like this to you - it was always sarcastic comments and snappy comebacks between you two.

“Okay,” you said and eyed at Dean warily. He seemed a bit weirder than usual.

“Sir, you asked to speak to me?” you said, knocking on the office door.

“Special Agent L/N, please close the door and have a seat,” Mr. Singer said, “I have already spoken about this to Mr. Winchester……”

When you finally left the Captain's room, your expression resembled Dean’s. You had to be fake married to him. To Dean Fucking Winchester and there was no stepping back either - of course you had said yes. Dean had agreed to it, there was no freaking way you would have said no.

You had to talk with Dean. You went up to his space but noticed he wasn’t there - he wasn't even in the room. You shoot him a text.

“Where the hell are you? We need to talk, NOW”. Hopefully he would understand the urgency.

After a few minutes of painful waiting, you saw Dean strolling into the room.

“What's up? Are we breaking up? I get scared when girls text me saying ‘We need to talk’,” Dean said, giving you a cocky smile.

“So, you’ve been dumped a lot by girls, huh? I knew you were like a flop romance novel,” you smirked. Dean gave you a bitch face, “I agreed to the case.”

“Awesome,” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Hey don't give me that look. You agreed to it first,” you pointed out to him.

“Well, I was hoping you would say no. Maybe I would have been paired up with one of the Charlie's Angels,” Dean smirked. That cocky bastard.

“Charlie's Angels are not FBI detectives. Did you even watch the movie?” You sighed at him.

“Of course I did. So did Mr. Singer say anything about what the plan is? You know, about you and I getting married?” Dean smirked at that last word.

“Fake married, and no he didn't say anything about the plans. Fake married to you, it's gonna be fun,” you grumbled.

“Hey, I am a joy to be around. Have you met me?” Dean took a defensive stance.

“I am already regretting this,” you sighed.

Suddenly, Bobby Singer’s voice resounded throughout the precinct.

“I need to see all my agents in the briefing room now. I have an important matter to discuss.”

You and Dean shared a look.

“He is acting extremely weird today. What's up with the boss?”

Charlie, your best friend in the office, suddenly came to stand beside you. Charlie Bradbury was another detective in the precinct. She was young, but had a lot of potential. She was an amazing detective and could easily hack into different systems - a very bright girl.

“I don't know,” you lied through your teeth, “let's go and find out.”

“Detectives, what am I going to tell is really important and if the information is leaked by anyone from this office, the informant will be suspended. For life,” Mr. Singer warned, “Mr. Turner, you may proceed with the briefings.”

“ I’m sure all of you have heard of the drug dealer, Crowley?” Mr. Rufus Turner asked.

“The king of the underworld, Crowley?” Special Agent Kevin Tran piped up.

“That's what I said!” Dean's face beamed with excitement.

“Yes Mr. Tran”, Rufus rolled his eyes at Dean.

“Crowley is a notorious drug dealer. We have been tracking him down for years now, but every time we get close, he disappears. Recently, he’s resurfaced. We have caught him on camera roaming around the neighbourhood of Kansas. So, we have chosen two agents - Winchester and L/N to go undercover in the neighbourhood where Crowley has often been seen ,” Rufus took a brief pause.

“Mr. Winchester and Ms. L/N will be cutting all ties with the FBI, except with Mr. Singer. They will be giving us information about Crowley and any other suspicious activity happening in the neighbourhood and if relevant we will act on the matter, but be prepared for anything,” Rufus completed the briefing.

“Ms. L/N, Mr. Winchester,” Rufus turned to you both, “We have rented out a place in the neighbourhood for you both to stay - it can be used as a stakeout house too. I will leave the matter of fake marriage in your hands but I will recommend Ms. L/N to wear a ring, it will make it more believable. Keep in contact with us at all times. Try to gather as much as information but don't over exert yourself. Remember to not blow your covers or it will mess up the whole purpose of the mission.”

You and Dean continued to nod your heads at Rufus’ every word and you could feel everyone staring at you.

“You will both be notified of the whereabouts of the case, the location of the address and your undercover names by the end of the day. Your undercover mission will start from tomorrow. Dismissed.” Rufus said and all of you left the briefing room.

“So Y/N?” You were broken from your trance by Dean's voice. You turned around and were surprised to see Dean was on one knee.

“Will you, Y/N ‘I-don't-know-your-middle-name’ L/N, do me the honour by being my fake wife and promise not to annoy the living hell outta me during the job?” Dean said with his famous smirk on his face.

“Yes. A thousand times yes. I will fake marry you, Dean ‘I-don't-know-your-middle-name-either’ Winchester and I promise not to annoy the living hell out of you only if you promise to do the same.”

“Cross my heart.”

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