#anyway i refuse to add any actual helpful tags to this. the end.

[doomdoomofdoom]

Ah fuck now I have to go on a tangent

Okay so on top of joking about Paw Patrol being a fascist state, we do also do academic analysis of the thing. Unfortunately, both children's media and copaganda are fairly new fields of study. While we don't have a lot of specifics in either field, we do know that entertainment influences our perceptions of reality, and we know that kids are particularly susceptible to this.

That's generally why we should keep a close eye on what values our kids' media represents and how well they're executed. Even a well-meaning piece of fiction could perpetuate harmful narratives (which I'm sure anyone on this hellsite has discussed at length).

And when it comes to those narratives, Paw Patrol,,, sucks. Like, it really shits the bed. (At this point we need to briefly acknowledge that Paw Patrol's primary function is to sell merch; they didn't set out to make a morally valuable children's show. Ideally it could do both, but it was never meant to.)

It does hit the surface level beats of "be nice to others" and "work as a team" and "believe in yourself" etc. As a bonus, it brings up conservation and recycling, which is nice.

Aaaaand that's where it ends. If you even marginally scrape past the surface, it gets shockingly regressive. Like, there are 7 central cast members (1 kid, 6 dogs) and only one of them is female. That's an abysmal split in gender representation for a show aimed at all audiences. Despite a roughly 1:1 split in real life children, media often opts for a 2:1 ratio of male and female characters. Paw Patrol's discrepancy is three times as high. (For the sake of comparison, that's the same ratio as in My Little Pony, which specifically targets young girls and still worse than Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which is targeted at young boys.) It goes without saying that The Girl wears all pink and has an implied love interest in the main character.

But let's talk actual societal structure and lessons, because that's where it gets weird.

As mentioned above, there are no prisons in Paw Patrol. That's because generally, the town where it takes place has no crime. There are no criminals in Adventure Bay. But there is Police: Our privatized Cop Dog and central character has by far the most screen time and missions. Which is odd, when most of these missions do not require police presence. Lots of them are rescue missions, either due to accidents or natural catastrophes, and could in fact be solved through airlifting or bulldozing alone. Yet cop dog is there all the time. His main contributions to the group are leadership and high-tech gear. I shit you not, this dog has a surveillance drone. Drawing a parallel to the increased presence and militarization of police forces is really not that far-fetched.

It's important to acknowledge here that a lot of media for young children carries pro-police messaging, and I'm hesitant to call it copaganda by default, despite its explicit purpose to foster trust in the police force. The reason I hesitate is that it falls in the general category of "trustworthy adult" representation, which helps young kids navigate their world. Lessons like "If you have [problem], [authority figure] will help you" are pretty par for the course in entertainment for young kids. Cop Dog stands out because he's not a trusted adult, he's a main character. He's always there and seemingly holds authority over the other dogs, despite being technically equal.

There are some episodes that include actual crimes, which would justify police presence. This may sound contradictory to earlier when I said there were no criminals in Adventure Bay (good job paying attention, btw) but there's a very simple explanation: Crime in Paw Patrol is committed by people (and/or animals) from the outside. Yeah, that's about as obvious of a xenophobic narrative as it gets. This does go hand-in-hand with the ways we generally portray "bad people" in kids media as inherently different to the "good guys", like they have some sort of intrinsic quality (eg lack of self control) that makes them do the evil bad thing. They're evil because they're evil. When it comes to punishment, Paw Patrol (in lack of prisons) usually relies on either karmic retribution and/or labor. If your crime was to break something, you have to fix it, etc. I personally find that the least problematic part of the overall messaging, but it does obviously combine with the above "All wrongdoers are outsiders" thing.

Quickfire round: Elected Officials are all portrayed as incompetent. In fairness, there are only two of them, but one of them is the recurring antagonist mayor of the neighboring town and the sympathetic mayor of Adventure Town itself is often frantic and helpless; after all she needs to contract a private organization to resolve pretty much any problem in her town. She also happens to be a black woman, so make of that what you will.

Even though the government doesn't provide seemingly any services to its town, it remains a 'neoliberal utopia' thanks to the entirely privatized services of our main characters. That's technically a massive systemic failure as Adventure Bay would collapse as soon as the dogs take their business elsewhere, but I do not think flawed public infrastructure is what's gonna harm your toddlers mind. You can make a point about how it fosters trust in private entities vs public ones, but I think that requires more critical thinking than the average Paw Patrol viewer supplies.

There were a couple of more or less infamous publications scrutinizing Paw Patrol in early 2020 (you may recall the whole "The woke left wants to cancel Paw Patrol" nonsense), but in general even the strongly worded academic papers that compare Cop Dogs spy gear to the Iraq war aren't taking it too seriously.

As an example, I leave you with “Whenever there’s trouble, just yelp for help”: Crime, conservation, and corporatization in Paw Patrol by Liam Kennedy.

My journey thru my kid’s Paw Patrol phase via posts from my Bluesky account.

[nami-moittli]

U should talk abt ur digitwst au

YAYY YAYY!! THANK YOU!!!

Okay, so to start this off: Digitwst is a crossover AU I have that focuses on the freshman of twst as main characters in a digimon show. Hence the name: Digimon: Twisted Wonderland AKA Digitwst. I’ve had this AU for over a year now, so I bet that a lot of what I say here is actually something I’ve said before whether it be in a post or ramblings in tags or what have you. But of course, as I’ve had it so long some things have changed from their initial conception or been not really elaborated on. I’ll try to talk about as much as I can in this post, so yeah!

Now, as I said, it focuses on the freshman as it’s main characters, (with Ortho Shroud serving as the “season’s” 6th ranger character, more on her later) Yuu is the mainest protagonist being the goggle head of the group (for those who may not know, almost all of the digimon protagonists wear goggles, with the only exceptions I know of being Marcus/Masaru of Savers/Data Squad and Hiro of Ghost Game. So the goggle head is basically just the main character/leader of the group) in this AU Yuu uses she/they and her partner digimon is of course, the one and only Grim!

Grim is a special case, as he’s a digimon yet his name doesn’t end in the usual “Mon” suffix, nor can he digivolve. He also gets a slight redesign to make him look more like an actual digimon, which includes giving him the digital hazard. A thing in which I’ll have Wikimon explain for me for convenience:

Fun fact there is an actual real digimon called Grimmon, but he has like, no relation to our Grim, of course. All of this adds up to a bit of an overarching mystery about what the hell’s going on with Grim, but it’s not all too important right now

Oh yeah, everyone’s been aged down as well. 16 is a bit too old for a digimon protag gang for the most part, so all the freshmen are are 12 now (and probably need to get a new name for their group lol-) this is also very inspired by the OG Adventure, and so everyone (minus Ortho Shroud) went to Night Raven Camp before falling into a lake in the middle of the woods and waking up scattered around Sage’s Island in the Digiworld

Now, for the other kids and their digimon, I’ve heard the relationship between the kids and their digimon is usually a complement or a contrast as for the most part the series focuses on the kids and uses their relationship with their digimon as a conduit for the kids growth, so I’ll get into that

Ace and Funbeemon: If Ace is blunt and isn’t afraid to call people out, but also refuses to say he genuinely cares for his friends, Funbeemon is the opposite. She’s often sympathetic and caring, but has a hard time voicing her own frustrations, instead wishing to keep the peace. (Oh wow I’m just now realizing that sounds a lot like Trey lol) Funbeemon keeps Ace in line and Ace helps her stand up for herself, basically

Her line is as follows: Funbeemon -> Waspmon -> CannonBeemon (and probably split evolution to Vespamon) -> QueenBeemon

Similarly, Deuce’s partner, Crabmon is also a contrast to Deuce, with Crabmon being the one with the brain cells. He’s much more calm and rational than Deuce (who’s currently started going through his delinquent phase) and such.

His line is as follows: Crabmon -> Coelamon -> Whamon (perfect) (/split evolution probably to Divermon) -> Cthyllamon

Jack and Gaomon are very similar, but I feel like Gaomon is a bit more, idk, incompetent? Bumbling? A bit less strait laced? Not sure. Apologies, I know that Jack is your wife, he just doesn’t take up enough space in my brain for me to think about this often, sorry 😔

Anyways, Gaomon’s line is: Gaomon -> Garurumon -> WereGarurumon (?) -> FenrirLoogamon

Next up is Epel and Salamon. They are also very similar in things like their stubbornness! Epel did not want to be partners at first but Salamon wasn’t having any of it. By being able to see himself in Salamon and learning to love her, he grows to no longer hate femininity because if his partner is the coolest ever, and she can be very cute, feminine and beautiful, then while he might not like those things about himself he can learn to be okay with it

Salamon’s line is: Salamon -> Rabbitmon -> Angewomon -> LovelyAngemon

Ortho Shroud does technically have a partner, but it’s a bit complicated. I’ll get too it later I think, but for now it’s: Cutemon -> Boarmon -> Cerberumon -> Anubismon

Sebek and Pulsemon, AKA Zippy! Zippy is just like Sebek, but like, way more energetic. If Sebek is loud and boastful, then Zippy is loud and, again, energetic. Sebek will proudly proclaim how great Malleus is (even if his admiration is a bit diminished bc of the lack of fae heritage) then Zippy is running around him like a little kid. Think almost, ADHD little boy

Zippy’s line is: Pulsemon -> Runnermon -> Boutmon -> Kazuchimon

So, as I said it starts in a summer camp but that gets very quickly discarded when the six kids get isekai’d to the digital world via weird lake in forest and end up scattered. Fun fact, I’m actually writing a fic for Digitwst, one on ao3 but that’s been discontinued because I decided to rewrite it lol. The basic plot will stay roughly the same though.

Anyway, the first arc, the prologue if you will, is the kids becoming partners with their digimon and meeting up with each other. Some characters will be represented by digimon counterparts, because this is in fact a series where they get stuck in the digital world and so, digimon. Crowley is represented by Yatagaramon and Ambrose is Wisemon. They’ll appear sometimes to help or ask for some. In the prologue, they advise the kids (I need to get them a group name lol) to find the Great Seven, mega level digimon who’ve been around as long as anyone can remember. They say that they’re lucky that Sage’s island is a port island because a ship is setting off to the Queendom of Roses - Queen Rosemon’s domain - very soon and that they’re lucky should board the ship and try to get an audience with her to ask for her help. In the meantime, they’ll do their own research, just in case

And so, there starts the basic story loop. I want their adventure in the digital world to last about 10 months, to reference the fact that twst takes place over a school year. About a week or so I wanna say is spent on the prologue, then about a month or so for each arc after that, with the exception of book 7 taking place in month 10 as their last adventure before they return home, with about 4 months to get in some event stories

Now, finally, the thing we (me) have all been waiting for, Ortho Shroud!

To start this section off, I will need to establish something: during the duration of the story, the time conversion rate is 1 minute to 1 month. Meaning the 10 months the kids spend in the digital world is a mere 10 minutes in the analog world (what I call the ‘real world’ because that name implies that the digital one isn’t). An important thing to note is that Ortho Shroud is not a robot in this AU. She is just an AI, and in that means that she has no body in the analog world, and cannot enter it. The most she can do is appear in screens, and even then she usually just resides in the app that Idia made for her. A single day at that conversion rate is 120 years Digiworld time. Not to mention that the time conversion rate doesn’t even stay consistent. Sometimes it’ll be a year a second, sometimes it’ll be 6 months for every one month. Basically, what I’m getting at is: Ortho Shroud looks to canon! Lilia being nearly 700 years old and says those are rookie numbers

Please remember that during all of this, she is still just a 12 year old. Sure she may be so old that she’s stopped counting, but mentally she’s twelve, and having to go through this. She’s not having a good time, basically

This is worsened by her working at STYX. At first she was fine with it. She got to research as much as she liked and got to visit her brother whenever she wanted! She was being helpful! But eventually, those visits to Idia became the only times she left STYX. The director of STYX, Lord Plutomon of the Great Seven, favored her immensely. He would spend all his days in Tartarus telling everyone that if they needed to spend to him, tell Ortho Shroud and she would tell him instead. It’s fine, that’s fine! Only then all the work that he was supposed to be doing, and she was basically the acting director of STYX. Totally fine, totally. If only the lord acted like she was his favorite. Whenever they would talk, he would be cold and distant, seemingly trying to get the conversation over with as quick as he could

Fine! That’s fine! She’s his favorite, but he also hates her, amazing! At least she has her brother, right? She still has those moments of being able to leave her duties and just hang out with her brother, right? Well…

Let’s just say they have… some slight miscommunication issues. As in, they never tell each other anything truly important. Hell, Ortho Shroud hasn’t even told him that she’s a girl! Or that she’s not eight! And Idia, isn’t better either. At least in canon, the two can stand side by side and touch each other. They’re on the same level. But in Digitwst, they’re locked behind a screen, I actually drew something for this but never ended up posting it lol

This is basically how they see each other, both literally and figuratively. Take it as you will, I can only hope that this is making you as mentally ill about them as I am.

At least in canon, Ortho knows why she was made, for sure no questions. But here? All she has is theories and red string, which makes the fact that she and her ‘brother’ have never met in person sting even more

She says the only good thing about STYX (and she’s tempted to say her life in general, but she does truly love her brother still) is her dogs. Cerberumon is always there for her, and seems to genuinely care for her (even if she is a bit suspicious) and the two Dobermons, even if they can’t speak. But even then, they’re still just coworkers. Ones she would kill herself if they weren’t at work together with, but still, just coworkers. (Not that she’d actually kill herself over that, but, Y’know)

I could go way more into her and her story, but that’s it’s own 40 page essay lol. So to wrap it up, Ortho Shroud, AKA Adesius of Digimon Twisted Wonderland, I diagnose you with depression and probably anger issues as well. Have fun!

Anyway, that’s it for now! If my autistic/ADHD ramblings have intrigued you despite not knowing much/anything about digimon, feel free to ask about it again!

[maagisterpavus]

so is there any Pepper/Rhodey fic out there that's actually Pepper/Rhodey centric??

i searched the tag on AO3 earlier, skimmed through about 10 or so pages and everything was just background Pepper/Rhodey for something that was Tony/someone else, or they were one of like 75 other pairings in giant megafics

which is fine!! i'm just curious to see how other writers have explored their dynamic for... reasons

(reasons under the cut so i don't clog the dash with my dumb thoughts)

so i've been having a lot of THOUGHTS and i literally spent the entire day at work thinking about this concept lol

it all started a couple weeks ago when i was rewatching Gilmore Girls and got to AYITL, when Milo Ventimiglia shows up and is in full Jack Pearson mode because he was filming This Is Us at the same time.

(I've also been watching Tracker with Justin Hartley so i have This Is Us on the mind a lot lately, and btw if you haven't seen Tracker it's fucking fantastic)

ANYWAY the way this relates to Pepper/Rhodey is, during all of my This Is Us thoughts, i started thinking about Rebecca and Miguel. now, i know that everyone, fans and show characters alike, absolutely hated Miguel for "moving in on his best friend's girl" after Jack died but to be honest, i was never a Miguel hater. i always loved his character, i loved him and Rebecca together (even more so after the show explained how they came to be), and i thought it was beautiful how they found solace and comfort in each other even though both of them knew that Jack could never be replaced.

so, you see where this is going...

as much as i like to live in denial and refuse to acknowledge Tony's death in Endgame, i did start wondering how, in the horrific reality that is the canon universe, Pepper and all of the other iron fam members have coped with him being gone. something i'm sure a lot of other fics have explored in some fashion, but i haven't read a lot of them yet since i'm just now getting back into fic/fandom (and full transparency that i haven't watched a single second of MCU content since Far From Home, so i have no clue what Rhodey has been up to even though he's been in a few projects since Endgame)

y'all think Rhodey and Pepper might have ended up like Rebecca and Miguel? idk, i can see it.

i'm not sure i see them getting married, but i can definitely imagine them becoming closer than just friends as the years pass and finding that same kind of comfort in one another, maybe even falling in love. Pepper doesn't believe she'll ever find love again, definitely not the kind of love she felt for Tony, but the more she's around Rhodey, the more he helps her raise Morgan, the more they confide in one another... she realizes that she can love someone else, it's just different.

(i also have this headcanon that way back in the day, pre-Iron Man, Rhodey asked her out on a date once, they went and it was totally weird and Tony was a jealous bitch about it. they both acknowledge that they don't have any romantic feelings for each other at that time but i can see that changing after all they've been through)

anyway, idk, i'm sure a lot of people in the fandom might hate this idea for the same reason This Is Us fans hated Miguel, but i personally don't see either situation as a betrayal. i see it as broken and flawed people trying to do the best they can to move through their grief and rebuild some part of the life that they lost. i think it's very complicated, and quite frankly, what fic writer doesn't like complicated?

whatever, i wanna write it.

i might, we'll see. (or it'll end up in the draft graveyard like everything else)

editing to add: I’ve also been reading some pepper/rhodey/tony fics, which I’ve been enjoying very much, but even still they seem to be very tony-focused. As in very focused on tony/pepper and Tony/rhodey but the pepper/rhodey bits aren’t as prominent or almost seem like an afterthought? Maybe I just need to read some more of them to find the real pepper/rhodey vibes

[allabouttenille]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓮𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶

Impact Wrestling

September 21st 2023

“You need to do something about Kelly.” Without any word of greeting, Tenille Dashwood is straight into making demands as she approaches Deonna Purrazzo backstage at Impact. “I’m sorry, what? I need to?” Deonna responds, in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Disbelief at being told what to do, amusement at the fact that somebody thinks they can get away with telling her what to do. “Yes. Killer Kelly. She is practically stalking me! You need to take care of her for me.” Tenille explains, not exactly picking up on the hint being dropped by Deonna.

“Firstly, you don’t ever tell me what I need to do. Secondly, I specifically told you it was a bad idea. I advised against going to Wrestling Revolver and attacking her. But, you went anyway. And now look. She thinks you’re playing a game with her. This is why I told you it was a bad idea. That game, never ends! This is a you problem.” Deonna smugly responds, letting Tenille know in no uncertain terms that she started this fight, so she can finish it.

“Then what do we do? I can’t live like this! When I got home the other night, she was in my living room. She disabled the alarm and got in to my house! This is most definitely an us problem, not a me problem. I need your help to deal with her.” Tenille continues, not willing to take no for an answer as the concern is obvious on her face. The mere mention of Kelly managing to gain access to Tenille’s home being enough to get the full attention of Deonna and realize that maybe she should be helping, before Kelly turns her sights on her.

“Wait…” Deonna begins but before she can offer any actual response, she is cut off again. “You!” Comes a demanding voice from out of view. Deonna rolls her eyes as she turns to the direction of the voice. “Oh for fu… now what?” Deonna demands, as Gisele Shaw approaches, not looking to be in a very good mood. “Excuse me, we’re kinda in the middle of something here, so could you kindly get lost?” Tenille interjects, Deonna nodding her head with a smirk but Gisele isn’t going away that easy.

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to the team leader. Our glorious leader who last week, stole my victory for herself. What kind of leader does that?” Gisele demands, quickly brushing off Tenille and turning her attention back to an amused Virtuosa. “You mean after you got knocked out and were about to get pinned? That victory?” Deonna asks, clearly finding the situation more funny than threatening.

“She saved you, if anything.” Tenille adds, standing shoulder to shoulder with her partner as the duo are slowly but surely getting to be on the same page after a rocky start to their partnership. “Still not talking to you!” Shaw practically yells, not happy with the interruption. “Deonna, I had that match won. I had Gail right where I wanted her and you stole my glory. I want payback. Next week.”

Deonna thinks it over for a couple of seconds before looking to Tenille, then back to Gisele to offer an alternative suggestion. “I have a better idea. You and Savannah against Tenille and myself. Tag team match. Deal?” Deonna offers a handshake to make it official, but Gisele looks repulsed by the idea and refuses the handshake, but not the match. “Fine.” Short and to the point, Shaw accepts the tag match and makes her exit, leaving Deonna and Tenille alone again to discuss their ongoing Killer Kelly problem.

“That’s twice now you’ve put me in a match without asking.” Tenille points out, having waited until Gisele was out of earshot before speaking. Deonna again rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to the Australian and asking one simple question. “Do you want my help with Kelly or not?” Knowing she doesn’t really have a choice in the matter if she doesn’t want to deal with Kelly alone, Tenille reluctantly nods her head in response. “Yes, please…”

[soulshards]

misunderstood villain

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

The only outcome I would have expected for Miahka, heh. She's definitely toeing that line, and I love how wonderfully this is written. It's easier to make other people hate you when you hate yourself, too.

sweet supporting character

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

Also, very very accurate. I love Nanako to pieces but she's definitely a "support everyone else and hope they notice I need it too" kind of OC. Self soothing by soothing other people, and hoping it soothes her own troubles, too. Also she would knit you a sweater.

Quiz here! Im dumb and forgot to add it :)))

Tagged by: @thorneyes, thank you so much!! I did both the girls because I can >:)

Tagging, uhhh: @midnightmagicks, @shadesofblades, @placesyoucallhome, @valdiis, @allyennah, @uldahstreetrat and anyone else who see's this and hasn't already done it!

[heiayen]

Deliver us the failwife or suffer the hand of judgment

the greatest partner in the kitchen - tighnari x gn!reader

tags: headcanons, some kind of comedy, it's pretty short but it's brainrot moment lol he's just a funny failwife guy

summary: tighnari can't cook. no, he tried to cook, he listened to all the recipes and yet somehow... his dishes and cooking skills left you rather traumatized.

a/n: those are very scary threats. i have nothing to say in fear of my pride and life. please enjoy <3

(edit: the post refuses to show in the tags <3 tumblr doesnt want me back it seems AAAAAA wheeh it does now! a win)

If you ever need to cook something, please do not ask Tighnari for help. The only thing this man is good at is cutting things fast, and even so they aren't always in the right shape and then you are left with tomato slices when you asked for cubes…  (it's no difference for him, a tomato is going to taste like a tomato anyway.) 

Not only that, but please don't let him go near the spices. He knows all the plants used for spices, he could recite you an encyclopedic description of it but to actually use it in the kitchen? No, please don't let him do that, for the sake of your sanity and already poor stomach. If you tell him that you want your soup spicy then sure, yes, he will add the spicy spices. Except they probably won't be the right spices but anything that makes food spicy and you will end with… interesting results. 

Don't let him use salt and pepper too. He uses too much salt, too much pepper, not enough salt and not enough pepper, he used sugar once instead of salt and you wondered why your meat was… so sugary. Not sweet even, it was just sugar. 

To this day you don't know how he achieved that. 

As a person rather smart, he tried his hardest to use his botanical knowledge while cooking. Not botanical only, no, he tried many 'cooking tricks' that came from his own very not culinary knowledge… which, well. It ended badly. Both for your stomachs and the kitchen itself. From that day you decided to ban Tighnari from doing any kind of cooking tricks around you. 

If he wants to experiment on mushrooms and then feed you with it then no, he is going to eat it himself first and maybe then you will try this dish too. Depending on how he reacts. 

One day, you asked him to cut the onion– in cubes of course, you specified it to him this time. Tighnari looked at you and rather hesitantly nodded his head. Turned out that he's rather sensitive to some smells and others. It was an experience, seeing him cut the onion as fast as he could just to leave the kitchen and get as far away as he could from the goddamn onion. 

From that day you learned the exact reason why some of his dishes simply lacked certain vegetables and spices. 

Overall… he's…  a great emotional support in the kitchen. He can taste your dishes and tell what he thinks about them, he can talk your ear off about mushrooms and other stuff he's interested in, he can keep you company but never, and I mean never help you in the kitchen without it ending in some kind of disaster.

[weirdlittlecorner]

Lin Kuei Hospitality: Cyrax

Notes: nsfw, 18+, comfort

Plot: A little slower, a little more sensual. Because Cyrax is a great character and deserves more attention and love

h/t = hair texture

Tags: @lilliannmac @onesillybeach @icy-spicy

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The five men stood patiently as they awaited your decision. There was no doubt that any of them would show you a good time, which only made it harder to choose. You pursed your lips as you considered your options. Eventually, your attention shifted to the man in yellow. His dark skin and beautiful hair made him stand out as the most handsome of the men. But funnily enough, it wasn’t just his looks that drew your eyes to him. His demeanor was much different than the others. While he was standing at attention, as disciplined as the rest, there was a small crack in his stone exterior. As if he were in pain, though there was obviously nothing hurting him. That you could see, anyway.

It was almost as if he couldn’t stand being in the others’ vicinity. You wondered what could have happened to warrant such a reaction. This was the first time that you had ever seen any of the warriors up close, so you had nothing to go off of. It was most likely just some petty drama that was common amongst roommates- if they could even be considered as such. It would make the most sense. You, too, had your friends that you loved dearly, but you couldn’t imagine actually living with them every day. Either way, it wasn’t your place to pry.

The Grandmaster cleared his throat impatiently, motioning toward the line of men once more. Clearly wanting you to hasten and pick one so the rest could return to their business. Offering the dark-skinned man a warm smile, you nodded, “Come on, let’s get out of here,”

—

“Thank you for my new buzzsaw. I was able to try it out today; your work is very impressive,” The man, Cyrax, whispered as the two of you made your way through the long corridor to get back to your room. You smiled at the compliment, though that nagging confusion didn’t allow you to fully enjoy his words. His new buzzsaw. The one that had been amongst the new additions to the Grandmaster’s standard request.

What exactly did a clan like the Lin Kuei need all this new technology for? Again, it really wasn’t your business what your clients did with your products. But you couldn’t help but wonder... Whatever was going on, you just hoped that it was at least somewhat ethical.

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The impending ‘improvements’ were a sensitive subject amongst the warriors. Cyrax had taken the most offense to the idea, as any normal person would, yet his fellow assassins thought that he was the crazy one. No, what was crazy was forcing one to give up their free will in exchange for the efficiency of automation. But he didn’t dare challenge the Grandmaster. Doing so would result in the most severe punishment; as if becoming a fusion of flesh and metal wasn’t already punishment enough.

“Hey, I noticed that you kind of… seem at odds with the others. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I just thought I’d ask if you wanted to talk about it,” You broke the silence, sinking down onto the bed and patting the space next to you. He claimed the empty space, sitting close enough so that your knees touched.

By the way his brows knitted together, you half-expected him to tell you. But he merely shook his head after a moment, “I am not at liberty to speak on the matter. But thank you for your concern,” His voice was even and had that same cold quality that was the standard, but you could tell that there was great sadness behind his words.

Instinctively, you opened your arms out to him, willing him to position himself in between them. You weren’t really sure what you had expected to happen, but soon enough, Cyrax was locked in your warm embrace. You gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, basking in the silent comfort of each other’s embrace. But soon you felt his shoulders stiffen, along with a kiss being pressed to the base of your neck.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” While you had been excited for tonight’s proposed activities, now was obviously not a great time. You wouldn’t ask him to perform for you just because it was what the Grandmaster had ordered. He needed, deserved, a break. And while you would certainly enjoy the contact, you refused to degrade the man. But he clearly didn’t think the same way. Not when his face was still buried in the crook of your neck.

“I understand that. This is something I want to do,” His words made you shiver as renewed excitement tore through your abdomen. Well, in that case…

A rough hand quickly found its way into your h/t, h/c locks, effectively undoing the delicate hairstyle. A pleasured shiver wracked your body as he used your hair to bring you closer to him as you two shared your first kiss of the night. You hummed as the tip of your tongue darted out to drag itself across his bottom lip, granting you an elicit moan in return.

Without breaking the intense oral lock, Cyrax’ hands freed themselves from the mess of hair in favor of untying the knots in your overshirt. You moved your dominant hand to assist him in the process while your other hand remained cupping his face. Shrugging to remove the fabric from your shoulders, you reluctantly pulled away to unclasp your bra. Seeing that you had things under control, Cyrax removed himself to focus on shedding his own clothing. But not before giving a hard, playful tug on the hems of your pants, effectively pooling them around your ankles.

A giggle slipped past your parted lips as you bent down, yanking your pants, along with your panties, off the rest of the way and kicking off your boots. You repositioned yourself so that your knees pressed against the soft sheets as you returned the favor to your partner. Eager fingertips clawed at the form-fitting armor, as if that would make it disappear faster. Cyrax hummed in amusement at your eagerness before unbuttoning the clasps and untying the knots for you. Impatience turned into wonder as your hands brushed over his chest. His abs. His shoulders. All of which were hard bands of muscle, but also soft in a way. Even his body reflected the gentle demeanor that had separated him from the others. The two of you were content to sit just like this, fingers exploring each other’s bodies.

You embraced each other, much like how you had done previously. Though this time, the intention was very different. The warmth radiating off of the two of you was almost unbearable, but you ignored it as you took to kissing each one of his prominent muscles. He sighed softly, enjoying your impromptu muscle worship. This continued until the pooling heat in your respective pelvises won out and you just had to go further. Cyrax shifted so that his legs boxed in your hips. Pressing himself against you once more, he brought his lips down to your manubrium to plant soft kisses in the crevice of your breasts. Meanwhile, his right hand was making quick work of his pants and boxers, his hard length pressing against your inner thigh. Which, if you might add, was already slick with your dripping arousal.

There was obviously no need to pregame, as you were both more than ready. You didn’t think that you could tolerate more teasing, anyway. Impatient once again, you wrapped your hand around the head of his penis to guide him in. The man groaned as your walls began compressing his cock immediately. With a few more pushes, he was completely in, reveling in the feeling of being consumed by your flesh.

Sighing, your arms found their way around his broad shoulders as he began thrusting into your tight core. The sounds of your mutual pleasure were only slightly louder than the creaking sounds the bedposts made as they scratched the wall behind them. Your e/c eyes closed in bliss as you enjoyed the rocking sensation of intercourse. His lips found yours once more as his speed increased and his hands made their way to your s/c legs. In a fluid motion, your ankles were craned toward the headboard as he pushed himself deeper. The sensation of your cervix being stroked caused you to scream, and you were glad that no one could hear you. You hoped not, anyway. What were once your gentle fingertips rubbing your lover’s back turned into talons that began clawing at the tingling flesh.

If it had hurt, he didn’t complain. But despite your muddled concerns, the feeling of you scratching his back only enhanced the warrior’s experience. He grunted each time your hips met, feeling his climax approaching. And you were right there with him, your smaller body trembling as the familiar knot twisted in your stomach. It kept building, and building until the knot finally uncoiled itself with a burst of wet heat. It felt as if the sun had just imploded inside of you and that you should be a pile of ash. But you were whole, despite the thick dick that was still stretching your pussy relentlessly.

Your screaming had grown impossibly louder as the warrior continued to batter your walls in anticipation of his own orgasm. What seemed like endless abuse to your cervix abruptly ended when you felt a spray of liquid spattering against the muscle. Your lover grunted, his brown eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip bleeding from his teeth cutting through the skin, as he hosed your insides with his warm semen.

Despite having finished, Cyrax made no move to pull out. Rather, he chose to rest over top of you, his cock warm inside your trembling hole. You allowed it.

There were no words. Maybe when you could think clearly again, you would be able to find your voice. It might be a little hoarse, to accompany the ache that would surely be present when you tried to walk in the morning, but that sounded like just that: a morning problem.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Oh my god I live your writin so much💜God I just want to see Wen Qing have a harem of all the women who got fridged in canon snd they all kick ass and rule the world 💕

“In my defense,” Wen Qing said, “it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Some people incorrectly saw her little brother as weak, innocent, even defenseless. Wen Qing knew that underneath all that shyness and stutter, he had a judgy look that could make the world’s most righteous man start reviewing his conduct for everything he’d ever done wrong.

It had only gotten more extreme since he’d travelled back in time from a terrible future where apparently everyone they knew and loved – including some people he assured her she would love, she just didn’t know them yet – was dead, and that he was trapped as some horrible living corpse abomination, and that he’d come back to make changes that would stop that from happening.

She’d decided to help accelerate it a little.

“I went away for three months,” her little brother said. “Three months, jiejie.”

“A lot can happen in three months!”

“Oh yes,” he said. “Tell me again how you ended up naming yourself empress?”

“That’s a joke.”

“Leader of the Wen sect.”

“…listen, your arguments about why Wen Ruohan had to go were very compelling. It’s not my fault Wen Xu and Wen Chao decided to escape the Nightless City to go keep fighting instead of trying to fight me here.”

“And the harem?”

“An accident.”

It really was, too. You take in a few pretty girls as refugees – rescue a few from a dungeon – murder one sect leader – and suddenly everyone’s calling you the Empress of Fire and talking like you have a harem.

“Anyway, I’m not actually married to any of them,” Wen Qing added, exerting herself to add dignity. “Some of them came on their own. It’s a political thing.”

Jiang Yanli and Qin Su, for example, were both refugees from very nice, very proper sects. Luo Qingyang had tagged along with Qin Su, little probably-not-really-blind A-Qing had just showed up inside one day, and that was before Madame Yu and her two maids had stormed into the place, looking for her daughter at first and then refusing to leave once they’d found her.

“Uh-huh. And Wang Lingjiao?”

“…surprisingly nice once you get her away from Wen Chao?”

She and Madame Yu had had a pretty epic catfight, though. Very one-sided. Eventually Wen Qing intervened.

“Okay,” Wen Ning said. “And…the ghost?”

“No one knew the array would do that!” she insisted. “Who leaves a mysterious spirit-summoning array like that lying around, anyhow? And she’s very nice, even if she won’t share her name.”

Everyone suspected she was a Lan, though. It was in the way she stood.

Floated?

Whatever.

Wen Ning did not seem impressed with her answers. Well, tough, she wasn’t really impressed with his boy-toys either.

Not the dark, handsome one with the smirk that waved at Mianmian and made her squeal; not the tall sharp-faced purple one who’d run straight over to hug both Jiang Yanli, which anyone could understand, and also Madame Yu, which meant he was immortal and knew no fear; and not the white one with the pretty eyes and the slack jaw who was staring at their resident ghost and going –

“…mother?”

“Oh, huh,” Wen Qing said. “Look at that. She is a Lan.”

“Jiejie!”

“What?”

“That’s not the important thing here!”

“You have three boys,” she said. “Why can’t I have a harem? It’s been a hard few years; I’m entitled to a little harem. As a treat.”

“Jiejie!”

[theoreticslut]

Dad!George - Finding out you’re pregnant

pairing: george weasley x reader

requested: no

word count: 2k

warnings: fluff, mentions of getting sick, pregnancy

A/N: This is purely self-indulgent fluff about george as a dad. I have yet to see a single dad!george story and that makes me SO upset. i want dad!george!! i see dad!fred and i still read that shit right up because its adorable, but i want to see more dad!george. so if anyone knows of any please please please tag me in it I beg you. anyways, i plan on making this into a little collection of sorts of different dad!george scenarios. let me know what you think! Xx

Taglist: message/comment me about it :)

You groan as you finish getting sick for the third day this week. You were beyond confused because it’s not like you were constantly getting sick. You hadn’t been feeling great for a few weeks now, but you had only just started throwing up within the last week and it was randomly throughout the day.

If you smelled something a bit too strong, you’re stomach would turn and next thing you knew you’d be running to a bathroom. Or you’d just be relaxing around the apartment and suddenly you felt like you were going to be sick even though you had been completely fine five minutes ago.

George had started to notice how much it was wearing you out, but he had no idea why you would be having this or what could be causing it.

He hated seeing you so tired and just not feeling great in general.

“Freddie, I’m just worried about her. She seems to be getting sick nearly everyday for no reason at all.” George sighs as he sits with his friends for lunch.

Since graduating they had made it a habit to stay in touch and up to date with each other on a regular basis.

“I’m not sure, George. I can’t think of anything. Has she gone to a doctor yet?”

“No, she’s refusing to saying she’ll be fine. She said she used to have something similar to this throughout school when she’d get real stressed. I don’t know what she’d be stressed about right now though.” George sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“I remember that during school. For nearly two months she’d get up every morning and get sick. She always felt fine a few hours later, but I got worried about her too.” Katie adds, taking a bite of her food.

“She wouldn’t eat much at all for quite a while.” She adds after a moment.

“Don’t mind me jumping in, but could she be pregnant?” Angelina asks, looking around the table before settling on George’s face as he scrunches his nose in disbelief.

“No. I mean, we’re real careful.”

“Do you guys’ use condoms?” She asks, cocking a brow at him before taking a bite of her meal.

“We haven’t been for awhile, bu-“

“Is she on any sort of birth control? The pill or implant? Anything?”

“No...”

“Has she had her period lately?” She asks, pointedly.

“Ohhh, I don’t think she has...” George realizes, his face dropping.

“I’d have her take a test to check, then.” Angelina states, shrugging.

“Yeah....yeah. We-Uh, we’ll do that.”

~.~

“Hey, darling?” George calls out as he enters the apartment you two share.

“In the bedroom.” He hears you call out.

He smiles, kicking off his shoes before walking into your shared bedroom to find you curled up on the bed.

“How’re you feeling, beautiful?”

“I’m tired, Georgie. Today’s been rough.” You sigh, turning enough to look at him to find him frowning.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He pouts, setting the bag he has down and climbing into bed with you, opening his arms to let you cuddle up into him.

He smiles as you curl up into his arms, using his one hand to gently rub your back. This has always been one of his favourite things to do with you. He loved cuddling, even more so when you two could cuddle without anyone else around.

He took great joy in sitting in silence with you in his arms. If there was one thing he would happily do anytime of day, it would be to take you away from the rest of the world and just hold you.

“Darling, we’ve never really talked about it before, but would you ever want to have a baby?” He asks after a few minutes, still rubbing your back as his other hand plays with your hair.

“Where is this coming from, George?” You ask, looking up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“I’m just wondering. I mean, we have so many kids come into the store and I love helping them. I just wonder what it’d be like to have one of our own.”

“Georgie,” you smile, cuddling into his frame even more, hugging his stomach as you lay on him. “I’d love to have a family with you. I’m not sure we’re quite ready right now, but definitely in the future.”

“What would you say if we were to have one right now?” He asks nervously. He’s overjoyed to hear you say you want a family with him, but if you’re already pregnant, how would you feel about starting one so soon?

“What do you mean? You want to start trying?” You ask, looking up at him with a small smile of confusion on your face.

“I was thinking...well actually Angelina mentioned it when I told them all I was worried about you getting sick more and more lately, but is it possible you’re already pregnant?” He asks, surprising you because you hadn’t even considered the possibility.

“I mean, I don’t remember you having your period lately, in fact I don’t remember you having one for at least two months.” He continues, watching you for any sort of reaction.

You frown a bit, thinking it over. Now that he’s mentioned it, you really haven’t had a period. You had been worried for a few days when your period was late. You were normally very regular, but eventually you started. Thinking back on it now, it had been unusually light and short.

George watches as you think, not sure what you could be thinking about and worrying you might be upset about it.

“Darling?” He asks cautiously.

“It’s...possible.” You say, looking up at him and frowning a bit in thought.

“Yeah?” He asks, smiling a bit as he holds you closer.

“Yeah. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I haven’t had one this month and last month’s wasn’t normal.”

“How would you feel if I were?” You ask after a moment, a bit nervous in even considering the possibility.

As George had pointed out, you two had never really talked about it before. Would he be ready to have a child now? Would he even really want a child or was he just thinking about it?

“If you are pregnant? Darling, I’d be so happy. I’m more than ready to start a family with you and if now is when we start than now it is.”

“Really?”

“Really. I love you so much, princess. While we didn’t plan on it, I don’t see any better time to start than now. I mean, we’ve been together for nearly six years now. I’d love to marry you someday soon. I don’t see anything wrong if we were to have a kid.”

You smile, reaching up to kiss him, happy that he had lent down himself. He rubs your back and pulls you closer to him. You’re both smiling when you finally pull away from each other.

“Well, we should probably make sure I am before we get too happy.” You say, sitting up a bit to look him eye to eye.

“Lucky for you, I went and got some tests. To be prepared.” George smiles as you chuckle and shake your head at him. You were so in love with him you sometimes just couldn’t understand it.

You grab the tests from him and go into the bathroom as George sits at the end of the bed, waiting for you.

When you come out he smiles at you, thinking you had found out.

“Well?”

“We have to wait a few minutes.” You chuckle, going over and standing in front of him as he wraps his arms around you, his head resting just above your stomach and he smiles.

He could be having a kid with you and that thought overjoys him. He’s always wanted a family and since meeting you, he can’t imagine having a family with anyone else. Even before you had started dating he knew that you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

You’d be such a good mom and he would do everything he could to be a good father. He was already imagining what it would be like to have a few little ones running around and playing with inventions he makes for them.

“I love you.” He mumbles into your belly.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. You can’t believe this is happening. You’re not upset in the slightest, you had always wanted to start a family when your younger, but it was nothing you were striving for. You were just enjoying being with George and starting your lives together.

Your timer goes off and you go to turn to head back to the bathroom when George grabs ahold of you.

“You okay, Georgie?” You ask, worrying he might be having second thoughts.

“Wonderful, darling. Could I be the one to read them?” He asks and you chuckle, smiling at your adorable boyfriend.

“If you’d like to be. I don’t mind.” You smile at him. He smiles even wider and you can’t help but kiss him.

“Come on then!” He smiles, pulling you behind him as he makes his way to the bathroom to read the tests.

He smiles at you as he picks the first one up. Looking down at it, his expression becomes a bit blank.

“What is it, George?” You ask, moving closer to him.

“Y/n, it’s positive.”

“What?”

“It’s positive!” He chuckles, smiling at you as he wraps his arms around you and lifting you up.

“We’re going to have a baby, darling.” George whispers, kissing you.

You take the test from him and look at it yourself. You see the big plus sign and smile. You were pregnant. You’re pregnant with George’s baby. You and him were going to have a family together.

“I love you, Georgie.” You smile, staring up at him in awe.

“I love you too, darling. I can’t believe we’re having a baby. We-we have to tell mum!” He smiles, kissing you as he apparates the both of you to the burrow.

“George!” You hiss, laughing along with him as you land in the middle of the kitchen.

He had a habit of just apparating in the middle of somewhere without so much as a warning. You weren’t fond of it given how he’s scared you more than a few times coming home from work, but it’s just something he likes to do and you wouldn’t ever ask him to stop. Secretly, it’s one of the many things you love about him.

“George? Y/n! What are you two doing here?” Molly asks as she walks out from the living room.

“Mum, we have some great news! Sit down, sit down!” George urges, pushing his mother to sit at the table as you giggle. Molly looks so confused, and even a bit worried, but does as George asks.

“What’s the big news?” She asks, looking between the two of you as you smile at each other, George grabbing a hold of your hand and kissing it.

“Mum, y/n’s pregnant.” George announces proudly, a wide grin on his face.

It takes her a few seconds to register what he says, but when she does her face breaks into a smile as she clasps her hands together.

“You are?!” She asks, excitedly.

You smile, nodding at the woman who’s become a second mother to you.

“Oh Merlin! Congratulations you two!” She smiles, jumping up and crushing you and George with a hug.

“Mum, careful. Please.”

“A hug won’t hurt the baby, George.” She states, hitting the back of his head.

“Let me hug, y/n.” She requests, causing you to chuckle.

“Oh congratulations, dear. I am so happy for the two of you. Oh! Does this mean you two will be getting married soon?” She asks, looking from you to her son who stands to the side of you and her.

You and George look at each other seeming to have a conversation with your eyes but if you were asked what about you weren’t sure you could say.

“Well?” Molly asks, looking between the two of you.

George winks at you as he kneels down in front of you, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

“Well, y/n? Would you marry me? I know this may all seemed rushed, but I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile, I just could never figure out how.”

“You’ve had a ring already?!” You ask, chuckling as he nods, blushing a bit as he smiles.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Georgie. I love you more than anything.” You smile, kissing him.

“I was really hoping you’d say that.” He smiles, standing up and kissing you back.

“Well, put the ring on her, George.” Molly says, causing the two of you to chuckle.

You loved Molly but you were always aware that she was more invested in her kids’ relationships than she let on.

“I think she’s more excited than the two of us combined.” George jokes, kissing you again before pulling away and sliding the ring on your finger.

[angstysebfan]

The Truth Will Set You Free- Part 3

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader (other Avenger characters)

AU: Modern

Summary: You dated for two years, and thought he was the one for you. One day you came home and found him with someone else. After running away from you, you return home and found yourself in the arms of Thor. When Thor decides to introduce you to his friends at a dinner, you realize that there’s something familiar about the house you were visiting.

Warnings: implied cheating, language

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Steve allowed you and Bucky to go up to his guest room to talk without being interrupted. You walk into the room, and immediately start to pace, as Bucky walks in and closes the door. He watches you with a mix of guilt, sadness, and relief that you are here.

Bucky never thought he would see you again, and that thought killed him. When you left that day, he thought he was going to die from the pain. He shut himself out from everyone, because nothing was going to take the pain of losing you away. You refused to answer any calls or texts, and when he went to your job and heard you were transferred, he knew that he had lost you forever.

Now he stands in a room with you as you pace, and he worries that even though he has an excuse for what you saw, he might be too late, and you have moved on with Thor. Bucky takes a deep breath and tries to find some courage to speak.

“Y/N?” he says softly, which makes you stop pacing and glare at him.

“Tell me, Bucky. Tell me now. Why did you cheat on me?” you ask angrily, trying to hold back tears.

Bucky wants nothing more than to grab you and hold you, but he walks further into the room and sits on the bed. He looks at his hands for a moment before turning his beautiful blue eyes on you. “I didn’t cheat on you,” he says.

You scoff in disbelief, “I know what I saw that day, Bucky!” you scream and start pacing again. 

“I know what you saw, but it wasn’t what you thought. I never cheated on you. I would never have cheated on you. I love you!” Bucky says as he stands and stops you from pacing but grabbing your arms.

You violently pull away from him, “Oh please! You and Nat sleeping in our bed, naked?” you say sarcastically. Who did he think he was kidding?

“We weren’t naked,” he said calmly.

You stare at him, blinking a few times. You remember that day. You have that image ingrained into your memory. Was he just messing with you? You open your mouth to respond, but Bucky beats you to it.

“I didn’t have a shirt on, but I was wearing sweats. Nat at that tube top thing on that you wear sometimes. We were both wearing clothes. I mean I can understand how it looked, but I swear I didn’t cheat on you,” Bucky said.

You don’t know how to respond. How can you honestly know if he is telling you the truth or not? So many questions entered your mind at once, you didn’t know which to ask first. You take a deep breath and try to calm down your nerves. The adrenaline seems to have evaporated and you now feel exhausted from todays events.

“Ok, let’s just say, for arguments sake, I believe that you were wearing clothes. Why was she sleeping with you in our bed? Why did you have your shirt off?” you ask looking out the window, not knowing if you could handle looking at him at the moment.

“I-I want to tell you everything, but I am not sure how much I can actually tell you. I know that sounds bad, but there are things that I am not at liberty to tell,” he says.

You glare at him and stand, “Then there is nothing left to discuss. If you cannot be honest with me, then we are done here,” you say as you start walking toward the door.

Bucky grabs your wrist, “No! Please! Don’t leave. There are things I can say. If you are not satisfied after what I have to say then I will see if I can tell you the whole story. I know this sounds crazy and maybe it is, but I really want to explain my side. Please?” Bucky begs.

You sit back on the bed and nod for Bucky to continue. “Ok,” Bucky breathes. “I should have worn a shirt. I was working on my bike outside when Nat showed up. It was really hot out, so I didn’t have my shirt on. Even when we went it, I was just so warm that I kept it off. I should have put one anyway but there it is,” he says shaking his head.

“Nat came over to talk to me about something. That’s the part I can’t really disclose without her permission. But she was really upset. We were in the living room and she was crying and I was trying to console her. After awhile, she fell asleep. I decided to leave her on the couch, and went into our room to nap myself. Next thing I knew, you were barging into the door screaming and Nat was in the bed with me,” Bucky says, looking at you sadly.

“You really expect me to believe that you had no idea Nat joined you in our bed?” you ask.

“Y/N, if you recall, I didn’t sleep well the night before because of nightmares. I passed out and I am dead serious when I say, I had no idea Nat followed me into the room I swear,” he says, hoping to god you believe him.

You stare out the window, taking in everything he said. I mean you could remember him not sleeping the night before, so it would make sense that when he fell asleep that he completely passed out. But Nat going into your bed is so inappropriate! Why won’t he tell you what their discussion was?

“What did you and Nat talk about?” you ask quietly.

Bucky sighs, knowing you were going to ask that question. “If you give me a moment to ask her if it’s ok. I will tell you, but I’m afraid I can’t without her permission,” Bucky says.

You look at him and wonder if you should allow him to bring Nat into your conversation. You don’t understand why he can’t just tell you. Will it even matter? You sigh and rub your brow as your thoughts fly through your head. 

“I- I have to go find Thor,” you surprise yourself by saying. Bucky looks down and can’t help the tears that start falling down his cheeks.

“I know you care about him, but--”

“I am falling for him Bucky. Even if what you say is true, and I am the asshole in this story. I’ve moved on. I’m sorry, but you moved on too. You and Nat are dating, so maybe we should just close this chapter and move on,” you say, as tears start to fall down your cheeks as well.

“Nat and I are not dating. I haven’t dated anyone since you. You are it for me. Please, Y/N,” he begs. 

It breaks your heart to hear his voice crack at the end of his plea. You sniff and stand.

“I have to think about this. I need to talk to Thor. I-I don’t know what will happen from here,” you say as you grab your things and walk to the door. You stop and turn toward Bucky, who continues to sit on the bed and silently sob.

“I’ll reach out to you, and hopefully you can tell me everything, but I can’t waste anymore time here and let Thor think I don’t care about him,” you say, feeling guilty for leaving Bucky like this.

Bucky stands and walks over to you. “I will tell you everything. I will make sure it’s ok, but I need you to know that I still am irrevocably in love with you. I know you care for Thor, but I want you to think if there is any love left for me, because as far as I am concerned, you are the only one for me,” he says before kissing the top of your head and leaving the room.

You stand there in a shock for a second before coming to your senses and heading back downstairs, your Uber already being called. You don’t bother to say anything to anyone and just head out of the house. In a few minutes, your ride picks you up and you head toward Thor’s apartment. You hope that he will let you apologize.

Your emotions and thoughts are everywhere. You know you still love Bucky, and yes you have deep feelings for Thor. Now you are in a position to make a choice, but you want all the facts first, plus you don’t know if Thor will even take you back.

You sit in your Uber and silently cry as you realize the pickle you are truly in.

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Part 2 / Part 4

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[dizzydancingdreamer]

“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

[vivianweasley]

Pride and Prejudice (Chapter 1)

Summary: You are Draco’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley. 

Italics= flashback

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: workplace discrimination, slight slight mention of war

Word Count: 1.9k

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Prologue

Two days after the dinner at the Burrow, you ran into your friend when you were shopping at Flourish and Blotts. She just got out of the Daily Prophet, and you could see a name tag on her chest stating that she’s now a reporter for the Daily Prophet.

“You got the job?” You didn’t know how to process this information. You and she were in the same year and same house. You both took the same classes, your grades were almost the same, and you both got the interview for Daily Prophet at the same time. The only difference was that she got the job, and you didn’t.

“Yes! Today’s the first day! Wait, you didn’t?” She was finding it hard to believe too.

Memories of the interview flashed back. You could still remember how the interviewer immediately furrowed his brows when he heard that your last name is Malfoy. The distrust, doubt, and even disgust on his face were so painfully visible.

You knew your background couldn’t provide any help when it comes to finding a job, but you still encouraged yourself by thinking that maybe it was because you weren’t good enough. If that’s so, you could always make up for it by working harder. But now you realized that, no matter how hard you worked, you would never be good enough for them because people would always make false assumptions about you based on your last name.

You felt dizzy. The whole Diagon Alley suddenly appeared foggy and dim, looking quite like your future, but you soon saw a lighthouse at the end of it. The brightness of the orange joke shop seemed to point out a way out for you as Mrs. Weasley and your mum’s suggestions rang in your ears.

“I need to go now!” The walk was only five minutes, but you couldn’t waste any time as you apparated right to the door of the joke shop.

“Well, this is rare!” The owner greeted you with a big grin on his face when you opened the door.

You didn’t have time to start this conversation with George, so you went right into your question, “I’m looking for Fred Weasley. Is he here?”

George was shocked as multiple questions ran through his brain. Wait, you could tell between him and Fred? But does he know you this well? Or maybe you have some history with Fred? Merlin! Y/N Malfoy? And Fred??

But he said nothing, just pointed at the back of the shop as he was still trying to process the situation.

“Thanks.” You rushed to the back of the shop and saw Fred sorting through the boxes in the storage.

“Fred Weasley.” You stated with a straight face.

“Y/N Malfoy?” Fred mimicked your tone as he still wasn’t sure what’s going on. What was this woman doing in his shop, anyway?

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No. Why? Do you fancy me? Did you fall in love with me after that one dinner?” he teased.

You ignored him and continued, “Do you fancy anyone? Are you dating someone? Talking to someone?”

“Not that I’m aware of?”

“Great. Let’s get married then.”

The boxes fell from Fred’s hands. This woman is absolutely mental! “I beg your pardon?”

“I said, let’s get married. After I got a steady job, we can get a divorce anytime.” You knew he’s going to laugh it off if you don’t up your game a little, so you frowned, pretending like you were disappointed, “Well, guess you don’t have the guts to do it.”

Fred knew what you were trying to do, but he was still completely under your control when you were basically giving him a dare. This should be fun, he decided. He never really hated you anyway. In fact, he actually really admired you back in Hogwarts.

Back in fifth year, Fred and George tried to prank you. It wasn’t because you did anything in particular. It was just because you were Draco Malfoy’s cousin, and Draco was really obnoxious that year.

The prank was simple. they estimated when you would walk down the stairs and set a tripwire on your way, waiting for you to trip over and fall.

Fred and George were hiding behind a pillar, waiting, but nothing happened. When you were walking down the stairs, you stopped and pulled out your wand. “Incendio,” you whispered, and the tripwire just burned into ashes.

Watching their prank being busted, the twins were frustrated. George gave up on pranking you again. It’s not like you did anything wrong anyway. But Fred suddenly felt motivated. He’s determined to get you one day.

Fred tried everything. Be it canary cream or portable swamp, you always had a way to avoid his pranks gracefully, and sometimes, the pranks would even backfire on him. After trying for a month, Fred finally admitted defeat. He admired how your brain worked, and he couldn’t help but think that if you weren’t a Malfoy, maybe you two would be really good friends.

“Who said I don’t have the guts?”

You smiled with satisfaction, for you knew your strategy worked, “Good, I will see you at the Ministry tomorrow then.”

“Wait, you could get a job, but what’s in it for me?”

You knew he wouldn’t agree so easily, so you had already prepared a plan, “How about, as long as it‘s not illegal or against my own moral standards, I can do three things for you. What do you say?”

“Deal!” The reason why Fred refused at first was that he hated being arranged and controlled by his parents. But now, when this arranged marriage became more like a game to him, he began finding it quite interesting. “The first thing I want you to do is to take care of my shop today!”

“I’m not stupid, Weasley. What if you run away after I spent the whole day working in your shop? The deal only works after I get the marriage certificate!”

Fred nodded in approval, “Not bad, Malfoy. So I will see you at the Ministry tomorrow at one pm then.”

“Deal! Don’t be late, Weasley!”

~

The next day, you were waiting at the Ministry at one pm. You repeatedly glanced at the clock  and shuffled all the documents in your hands as you paced around. 

Fred was late. Did he bail on you? Did he think you were only joking? Did he think you were a joke? Irritation and doubt rushed through your head, but you eventually calmed a bit down when you heard a familiar voice.

“Let’s just get this over with, shall we, my lovely bride-to-be?” he teased as he waltzed in.

“Not before we set some ground rules first.” You pulled him to a place where no one could hear you, and you finally took out the contract that you wrote yesterday night.

“Blimey, you actually wrote a contract?”

“Yes, Weasley, and you have to sign it,” you continued, “First, a year after I got a steady job, we will get a divorce.”

“A year?? Why does it have to be so long?”

“I don’t want the Ministry and my employer to think that I’m getting married only because I want to get a job.” You ignored his pout and went on with the list, “Second, if during this year, you actually met someone, you can date them. But you have to be discreet.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Aww, didn’t know you were such a thoughtful person.”

“Third, the fewer people know the truth, the better.”

“Sorry love, but my family already knew, and that’s already a lot of people.”

You glared at him, “You know what I mean!”

Your expression successfully elicited a small laugh from him, making you suspect that he actually enjoyed annoying you.

You rolled your eyes, “That’s all. Anything you want to add?” 

Fred shook his head, and you handed him a pen, “Brilliant!”

After signing his name on your contract, he held out his arm, “Shall we?”

You smiled, taking his arm, “We shall.”

“Fred Weasley? And Y/N Malfoy?” The lady at the Ministry looked at you and then looked at Fred several times, and finally asked in a surprised tone.

“That’s us!” Fred answered and wrapped his arm around your shoulders while you both tried to put on the biggest smile.

But her eyes were still scanning you from head to toe, and finally stopped at your fingers, “So, no rings, huh?” She was looking into your eyes as if she just found out the whole marriage was a scam. 

You cursed yourself for not remembering something this important, but your smile didn’t disappear, “Yes, Freddie and I aren’t conventional people. We don’t need a piece of metal to prove our love.”

Fred was surprised when he heard your nickname for him, but he didn’t let it show. It’s weird hearing you calling him that, but he had to admit he liked the sound of it. “That’s right, my love.”

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder to display your affection. You wanted to stay focused so you won’t blow your cover, but hearing that pet name had caused a weird tingle in your stomach.

A few questions later, and before you could fully comprehend the situation, you were officially married to Fred Weasley. Looking at your marriage certificate, you felt surreal. Just in a few days, you and Fred went from classmates who never really talked to each other to a married couple. You two were legally bonded now, and it felt strange, but you had no time to process all these, for you had a more important task.

“Where are you going?” you heard Fred yelling behind you as you started running.

“I’ve got a job interview!”

~

The interview went well. The interviewer even thanked your husband and his family for their service during the war. You were disgusted by how people’s attitudes could change so drastically simply when you changed your last name. You didn’t fight in the war, but your family took in many muggle-born kids during those dark days, yet nobody cared. All they knew was your last name.

You walked home with mixed feelings running in your head. You knew your life was about to change, but you didn’t know if it was for better or worse. So many things have happened in the past few days, and you were just confused.

But what awaited you at home didn’t resolve any of your doubts. You saw your mum moving suitcases to the door. They were your suitcases.

“Mum, what’s going on?”

“Oh, darling, you’re back! How did the interview go?”

“It went well, I guess. Why are you moving my things out?”

“Oh, Mrs. Weasley and I figured it would look more authentic if you were staying with your husband. You know, just in case someone suspects anything.”

“Mum! But I barely know him!”

“Well, then this is the perfect chance to get to know each other!

So this was how you ended up knocking on the Weasley twins’ door at night, with all your suitcases.

The door cracked open, and Fred’s eyes widened when he saw you and your suitcases at his door.

You smiled sincerely at him, “Hello husband, mind if I stay the night?”

~

Chapter 2

A/N: this chapter is still setting things up. The next chapter will be longer!

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— iwaizumi as your boyfriend.

no thoughts this time. just hajime. hope you enjoy.

ahh the lovely iwaizumi <3 aka iwa-chan~

another top tier boyfriend. can definitely bring him home to your family and they’ll love him automatically.

but before diving into what it’s like dating hajime, let’s warm up a bit and take a look at his crush stage with you.

actually takes him awhile to even realize he likes you more than a friend. 

only picked up this feeling when he noticed that he finds himself extremely comfortable around you and that he didn’t like the concept of you dating someone if it wasn’t going to be him. 

isn’t quick to act on his emotions though. no no no. matter of fact, no one even knows he has a crush on you (except for oikawa of course.)

hajime doesn’t show any signs of getting nervous when around you, attempting to distance himself from you because of fear he might slip or any of those antics. definitely isn’t the type of guy who spills to everyone that he likes you too. likes to keep to certain things to himself and you’re one of them. 

just acts completely normal around you for the most part.

although he does end up studying you more than before and constantly thinking about how you might feel towards him. 

but this won’t catch your attention since the subtle change doesn’t catch your attention automatically.

iwa does go out of his way to spend more time with you when he decides that he actually wants to be with you.

“hey y/n, a new cafe opened up a few blocks from school. i was thinking we should go there together for lunch.”

“oh? sure but i thought you had something to do during lunch?”

“i did but i rearranged it for later since i wanted to eat with you today.”

of course he asked oikawa for some type of advice/help when it came to asking you since iwa didn’t want to come off as boring or cheesy when asking you out. 

may or may not have wrecked his brains with different ideas about how to go about it which is why he went to his best friend for help.

“i can’t think of proper way to confess to y/n... hey dumbass, if you really liked someone, how would you ask them out?”

“first of all, rude. can’t believe that’s how you treat a good friend like me. anyways it’s simple my dear friend. i would go up to them during lunch, flash a charming smile, and just ask them to be mine. it’s cute, right?”

“... so let me ask you this since you decided to be funny. should i beat your ass now or later?”

“hey! you asked and i gave you an honest answer!”

“ah so now? gotcha shittykawa.”

iwaizumi ends up asking you during one your countless late night runs for snacks.

wasn’t anything super romantic yet it wasn’t completely boring/awkward either.

iwa went for a straight forward approach (not like ushijima straightforward).

 basically explained how he’s been feeling towards you lately and that he wants you to be his. of course when you accepted is confession and expressed how you felt the same— hajime couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.

side fact: he thought about going for a somewhat flirty approach at first by saying how cute you looked in his hoodie and if you really liked wearing his clothes then he wouldn’t mind supplying you with more without hounding you to return them after awhile.

however, iwa thought it sounded odd so he ended up confessing to you in a normal manner to avoid any kind of embarrassment.

now we can dig into the main course meal here: what’s its like dating hajime.

three words that come to mind with him... dependable, caring, and attentive.

starting with attentive, he doesn’t miss a beat if something is wrong with you.

due to constantly studying you previously (and still to this day), learning and picking up the habits you have— he’s able to figure out when things aren’t right with you so hiding your feelings isn’t an option for you love.

although if you attempt to hide them then don’t be surprised when he pulls you aside and confronts you about it. of course, it won’t be anything harsh like but more on the “hey you’re acting strange and this isn’t something i’m going to drop.” side of things.

this is when caring comes into play. iwaizumi isn’t the type of boyfriend that’s oblivious towards your emotions/moods nor does he leave you be.

will also add that he has made it known countless times to you that if anything bothers you then he wants to know in hopes that he can solve the issues. 

but if you’re someone who isn’t up to talk about the issues just yet then he’ll be understandable— won’t push too far but will give you a prep talk in hopes that can it lighten your mood. which i will label that as dependable playing it’s role.

to add more for dependable, i’ll mention that he’s the type of boyfriend that will wake up in the middle of the night, early in the morning or whatever time if you called him about going through any type of mental issues (having a break down, panic attack, etc.). he’ll rush over the minute he heard your voice and of course he ends up bringing items that could comfort you.

we stan and love that about him.

moving along, i’ve already mentioned that hajime remembers things about you but it’s not just emotional wise. matter of fact he knows what your favorite foods are, drinks, kind of aesthetic/style you go for, places you want to visit, hobbies, and all of the good stuff. 

if he were to ever be tested about how good he knows you, mans is getting an 100. can’t convince me otherwise.

the type of boyfriend who’s supportive of everything and anything you do. makes it known that he’s your number one fan and believes in you. 

won’t let you overwork yourself. hajime constantly makes sure your health is in good condition, but it you happen to get sick then best believe he’s showing up to your place with medicine and bringing you back to normal.

iwa purposely leaves his hoodies and shirts at your place since he knows you’ll end up wearing them and when you return them, they smell like you. he likes your scent.

he typically likes to gift you things he saw in the stores that reminded him of you as well as giving you flowers. sometimes you have to ask him to relax on the gifts because your room can’t handle it all.

hands down, DEADASS can’t convince me he DOESN’T, is the type of boyfriend who will throw hands at anyone who flirts with you or attempts to touch you.

like he would come back from getting something, visiting you at work or however you want to picture the scenarios and would see some lame guy trying to spit game at you.

the minute he notices him, iwaizumi is coming in to save the day. tries not to take the violence approach at first, but the minute that other dude says something disrespectful then his whole career is over.

hajime beats ass for a living so beating that man up was no problem, but getting him off of the dude is because the only thing on iwa’s mind is murder.

may even stomp his lights out and then go with a smirk.

anywaysss pda? pda.

iwaizumi is surprisingly comfortable but also a tad bit awkward with it. tries to avoid it sometimes because he doesn’t want others to notice just how soft he is with you/be made fun of.

but in public, the most iwa will do is the basic (with your permission of course because this man refuses to do anything if he doesn’t hear that you’re okay with what he does with you). such as holding hands, gives small kisses on your face that isn’t deemed too inappropriate, holding you in his arms/hugging, and all that good cutesy stuff.

two things he likes with you is piggy back rides and when you ruffle his hair.

with piggy back ride, for some reason it makes him feel all warm inside and he does it instantly the minute the words slip from your lips. sometimes he’ll offer one if you don’t ask him first. other times, he’ll offer them to you if he notices you’re too tired or your heels are hurting your feet.

when it comes to ruffling his hair.. he may act like it bothers him to the MAX sometimes but deep down this man loves it. just doesn’t want to admit to it just yet. the feeling of your hands in his hair is like floating on cloud nine for him.

as for private; of course cuddling is on this list. dude loves feeling you close to him and may even fall asleep while cuddling. don’t think positions really matter (unless notices that you’re trying to big spoon him).

definitely more touchy with you, but of course consent is key so he never goes too far with his touches/stops when you ask him to.

going to dates now~ 

dates with iwa is a mix of sporty and chill. will also add that sometimes it’s random.

like he’ll pick you up from class and suddenly say “let’s go on a date.” while you’re standing there a bit confused.

although if you aren’t someone who’s into sporty type of dates then he’ll always opted for the chill ones which is basically going to the arcades, laser tag, roller skating, paintball centers, go karting and etc.

shows more of his romantic side with the dates and you actually find out how soft he can really be. vv cute.

of course some of the dates won’t only be you two since oikawa tries his best to sneak himself in so he can be the third wheel that takes bomb ass pictures of you and just watch over you two like a parent.

“aren’t you tried of third wheeling oikawa?”

“oh no. never. besides without me, iwa here wouldn’t have any good pictures to post on his instagram... we both know he isn’t good at taking pictures.”

“i-... right right.”

gonna end it here before my brain overheats just a bit, but dating iwaizumi is worth it and each moment with him makings you fall in love with him all over again.

definitely gets the trophy for being the best boyfriend ever and you’re the luckiest person ever to have his heart.

something i forgot to add earlier— his top nicknames for you are; princess, dummy/idiot/stupid, babe/baby, and occasionally he’ll call you his munchkin <3

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Do you Believe in Happily Ever After? | Joel Farabee

A/N: Hello again! I got such a great response to my first fic I posted which literally made me so happy, so thank you so much to anyone who gave me the time of their day to read my fic. Here is a new fic for mr. joel farabee!! This one is a little longer and I tried my best, feedback always appreciated, but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Few curse words, overall just fluff

Word Count: 2160

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I haven’t been to too many weddings in my life. I attended one for my uncle when I was around 10 years old but I don’t remember much from it. My mother also got remarried around 3 years ago, but up until this year, weddings weren’t a natural occurrence in my life. 

This past year though.. I’ve attended two weddings, got an invitation in the mail today for another one, a close friend of mine just recently got engaged (so that invitation will be coming sometime in the near future), and one of my best friends’ wedding is tomorrow. Now I feel like everywhere I look, I am surrounded by love. 

Now I’m not saying that is a bad thing, but when every one of your friends are either having kids, getting married, or in serious relationships, it starts to feel a little discouraging. Is there something wrong with me? Am I the reason why I’m still single?-- No, I refuse to think like that! I could get a boyfriend if I wanted to. Maybe my friends are right though… Maybe I’m not putting myself out there enough. 

Anyway, one of my best friends, Karly, is getting married to her long-time boyfriend Travis tomorrow. I’ve met Travis, or as everyone seems to call him ‘TK’, a handful of times and I know he plays for the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team-- which is cool I guess, but other than that I don’t know much about his personal life or who he hangs out with. 

Karly and I met running into each other at a cafe once. Yeah, yeah I know it sounds like one of those cliche romantic meetings, where two people bump into each other and immediately fall in love. I mean we did hit it off almost immediately and from there we became like two peas in a pod-- just not in the way you think. I’ve always wondered though, if maybe I ran into a handsome man at a coffee shop or walking down the street, would I be having my happily ever after right now?

I snap out of my thoughts when an incoming call from- speak of the devil, the bribe to be. Before I can even say my greetings, Karly jumps right into business;

“Ok! So since you weren’t able to come to the dress rehearsal or rehearsal dinner. I’ll give you the rundown on what you need to do.”

Oh yeah, did I mention that I am one of the bridesmaids? Sadly, I was not able to attend the functions before the wedding due to not being able to get time off from work. But, Karly was super cool with it, which brings us to the reason for this call.

“Ok so basically, your dress and everything is already in the bridal suite, so everything will be ready for you when you get here tomorrow. You’ll be walking down the aisle third with one of Travis’ buddies Joel-- he plays on the team with Trav and he’s such a sweet guy he’ll definitely help you out if you need anything.. You know now that I think about it you guys would be such a cute couple-”

“Uh Karly? I don’t think now's the time to play matchmaker, when we should be preparing for your big day tomorrow.” I cut her off. 

“Alright, alright. But I will be coming back to that thought. Ok so anyway--”

After that I kind of zone out from trying to keep up with whatever Karly is spitting at me right now. While still on the phone, I pull out my laptop and search for the name ‘Joel’ with ‘Philadelphia Flyers’ next to it in search of this man who is said to be walking me down the aisle. Right away the name ‘Joel Farabee’ pops up with a wikipedia and multiple photos. Hm this guy is kinda cute. Just as I go to click view more images, Karly’s words register back in my brain;

“Ok y/n, did you get that?”

“Hm.. oh yeah! Got it. What time should I be there tomorrow?” I ask, praying that she didn’t already mention that and realize I wasn’t paying attention. 

“8 AM sharp,” she responds all giddy. 

I suddenly remember that my best friend is actually getting married tomorrow. Feeling giddy as well I reply, “Sounds good. I am so happy for you Karly and I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look tomorrow!” 

Karly does a little shriek in response and reiterates her excitement as well. We then say our goodbyes and I wish her a great last night as an unmarried woman before hanging up. I got back to what I was working on before the call and all my jumbled thoughts entered my brain, totally forgetting about a certain someone named ‘Joel’ as I exited the browser. 

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The next morning I arrive at 8:17 AM at the wedding venue and as soon as I exit the Uber, I start booking it to the bridal suite. When Karly says to be somewhere at 8 AM sharp, you be there at 8 AM sharp, and I’m not particularly fond of facing her wrath today, especially on her wedding day when stress levels are through the roof. 

There’s just one problem though… Since I wasn’t able to attend the rehearsal, I have no idea where I am going. 

Trying to recall the directions Karly told me on the phone last night (when I wasn’t paying attention), I take a sharp turn around a corner looking the opposite direction and suddenly collide with a dead end. Wait- no that’s not a dead end, it’s a person. 

Immediately going to spit out an apology, I stop dead in my tracks when I make eye contact with the handsome man I bumped into. 

“Oh shit! I am so sorry. Are you alright?” I see his lips moving, which are very nice to look at by the way, but my mind doesn’t register his words as I stare dumbfoundedly at this handsome stranger. Who, now that I think about it, looks a little familiar. 

When I still don’t answer, the familiar stranger clears his throat before giving me a once over of my whole body, which does little to bring me out of my trance. If anything I now start to feel my whole face flush from noticing him obviously checking me out. 

His face then seems to light up in recognition before asking, “Wait, are you y/n?”

When he notices my look of confusion on how he knows my name he continues, “I’m Joel, Joel Farabee.” Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, I notice a slight blush coating his cheeks before he adds, “We’re paired to walk down the aisle together… Um, also I think Karly is looking for you. She was kind of freaking out a little.”

With that last sentence my whole body comes back to life realizing that I am late and Karly is going to kill me. Hurriedly I exclaim “Oh my gosh! I am so late and I have no idea where the hell I’m going.” I frantically search around for any directions to point me to the bridal suite.

Joel kindly puts his hand on my shoulder, which immediately ignites a fire on the skin he is touching, before he reassures “Hey, you’re good. Just take your first right down this hall and then it will be at the end of the corridor, you can’t miss it. Seriously. She hung up streamers and balloons everywhere with a poster on the door that says ‘Bridal Suite. NO BOYS ALLOWED’.” 

Letting out a soft snort I gently thank Joel before rushing in the direction he pointed me to. Before turning right, I sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find Joel already glancing my way. My heart does a little flutter when we make eye contact and he gives me a little lopsided grin before going on his way. 

What just happened… 

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As soon as I walk through the doors of the suite, I am immediately ambushed by the bride to be on why I was late, until she notices the deep blush covering my cheeks, which then prompts another ambush on what made me blush. 

I change the topic as quickly as I can and direct our attention on getting ready for the ceremony. Karly looks absolutely beautiful in her white gown and her hair all dolled up. She doesn’t even seem remotely nervous for today as well. Most weddings I have been to, the bride is always going batshit crazy making sure everything is perfect or worrying that her soon to be husband might back out. That just shows how happy and comfortable Karly and Travis are in their relationship. God, I wonder what it must feel like to have that kind of love that is so solid and healthy. Suddenly my mind starts drifting to what it would be like to have that type of relationship with Joel. 

Oh who am I kidding? I just met the guy. Sure, when his hand touched my shoulder my whole body felt like it was on fire. And yeah, maybe when he gave me that little lopsided grin it gave my entire stomach butterflies. Oh jeez. Today is gonna be a long day… 

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Ok now I feel like my whole body is going to explode. He is looking at me like I’m now the bride and he is the groom. And suddenly, I’m wishing that were the case. We are getting closer and closer to walking down the aisle together, and every step we take towards one another my stomach does a little flip. 

When we finally reach each other, he offers his arm for me to take as he speaks, “Wow… Uh yeah wow, you look gorgeous.”

Blushing, I respond with a quiet “Thank you.” 

“Guess I was the lucky one eh? In case I end up tripping and making a fool of myself, no one will even be paying attention because all eyes will be on you.” There’s that little lopsided grin of his again. 

“Well aren’t you a sweet talker.” I responded. 

He just gives me a subtle wink before we ascend through the doors and down the aisle where Travis is waiting for the big moment. He gives us both a little smirk before we part ways like he knows something we both don’t. 

…

Eventually Karly walks down the aisle looking like an absolute princess. The officiator says his whole ordeal, Karly and TK both say their vows to one another, there are lots of tears, and Joel and I can’t seem to keep our eyes off of each other. 

After the ceremony, we all head in the direction of the reception hall where the real fun begins. Don’t get me wrong, the wedding was spectacular, the way everyone expected it to be. Now as music filled the air with a giddy sort of elation, the newlyweds looking beautiful and so happy while dancing, friends and relatives chatting between one another about this and that; I can’t help but feel a little bittersweet about it. I want this. I want that giddy elation to be surrounded around me, I want to wear that beautiful white gown, I want the guy to be looking at me like I just hung the moon while we had our first dance. Where’s my happily ever after--

“You know you never properly introduced yourself?” 

Startled, I spun around to find the source. Joel. 

I give him a sweet smile before returning my gaze back to the happy couple and responding, “Y/n y/l/n.” 

He follows my gaze and lets out a little sigh before expressing “They’re perfect for each other, aren’t they?” 

“Yeah, they really are.” Before I can get another word in Joel blurts;

“Do you wanna dance? Like,” He stumbles a little with his words, “like with me?”

Letting out a soft giggle, I happily reply, “I would love to.” 

Seemingly relieved, Joel takes my hand and leads me out onto the dance floor as soon as a slow song comes on. He puts his hands respectively on my waist while I put mine around his neck inching him closer to my body. We dance with each other for a while, even after the song is over and a fast high tempo song blasts through the speakers. It’s like we are lost in each other, just savoring this ‘moment’ together. 

Eventually after the fourth song comes on and we are still dancing, Joel pulls away just a little to look me in the eye before softly whispering “Do you believe in happily ever afters?” 

Seeing that look in his eyes again, the one where it seems like he is looking at me like I just hung the moon? I answer in that same soft whisper, “Yeah… yeah I think I do.”

[extremelyblackandwhite]

tis the damn season

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

a/n: this is the end and i’ll need therapy because dear god i hate it when any of my projects end. thank you so much for supporting it and reading. hope you enjoy xx

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS 

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me but if it's all the same to you it's the same to me ...

There was a sea of people, suitcases rolling everywhere, people hugging their loved ones and there she was, straight out of the airplane holding her worn out, beat up suitcase with her name tag on it. It was a cold day, one of those that reminded her of being by the window with her mother doodling on the fogged glass as the snow laid on the green grass of her childhood home yet there was no snow, just cold. She knew to walk through the doors that led to the arrivals but she stood back, almost as if the cold froze her to her spot. Returning to her hometown meant looking at the road not taken before, the road she couldn’t have taken. Nevertheless, in the midst of chaos of people coming back home for the holidays, she ended up being almost dragged into the arrivals hall.

Immediately she spotted Wanda and Pietro dressed in thick winter coats and hats who were holding a sign with her name. She put on her best photographic smile, walking over to the twins who rushed over to hug her tightly, something she missed dearly when she was away. 

     - Finally! - the brown haired girl hugged her best friend tightly. - You can never leave me again for this long. 

     - It’s only for a few weeks, Wan. 

     - Let me savour it. - she loosened up the hug, handing Y/N’s bags to Pietro who just shrugged off and started walking to the car. - I have so much to tell you. Remember Elizabeth, the girl I copied off for Maths? Well, she got married but she had a baby like 5 months later which doesn’t adds up. 

     - Shotgun wedding. - Pietro added. - It was so tacky, absolutely awful. I fell asleep for at least five hours.

     - Very good gift bags though. I took an extra one for you. 

The three walked onto the cold town she thought she’d never have the change to return to. The moment she woke up from what she thought was certain death, her father and the chief of police were already telling her they had set up a witness protection program for her, all the way in Massachusetts. It was nice, she liked the weather, the warm fall colours during October but she didn’t felt at home. She had a new name, new story, in this one she didn’t even have her father not that in reality she ever did. She sat in the passenger seat of Wanda’s car, listening to all the news she seemed to have kept locked inside her mind for when she returned. Her mind as going haywire about what she wanted to know about, she wanted to know about Bucky.

She knew he couldn’t be happy if he had discovered it which she guessed by now he had. Several times her father had told her he’d employed several men to try and find her and had even told her to stay away until Christmas. Of course the only reason he wanted her around was so she could drive him from the bar after he drank his weight in beer but she couldn’t help but do it, she promised her mum she would take care of her dad no matter what happened. Yet, she still wanted to know about Bucky. She wanted to know if he hated her, if he had put a hit on her head. It kept her awake at night, every night, bugging her like a bad memory. 

      - Are you sure you wanna stay at your dad’s? You can stay with me and Vision.

     - Of course she doesn’t want to stay with you. What kind of name is Vision anyway? - Pietro rolled his eyes.

    - HIS PARENTS WERE HIPPIES. We’ve had this discussion. - Wanda playfully threw a empty water bottle at his brother. - Don’t you want to spend Christmas with someone who will actually be in the house during Christmas?

    - I promised my mother, Wan.

    - C’mon. If it’s because me and Vision will be there, there’s no problem. Remember Michael? He still wants to go out with you.

    - I don’t want to go out with him.

    - Yeah, Wanda. Y/N liked James Barnes. - Pietro muffled in a laugh, receiving a death glare from his sister. - What? It’s true. 

    - Y/N does not like someone who wants her dead. Don’t you remember when one of his friends was on campus and he had a gun? 

    - What? It’s just like Mr and Mrs Smith and for one, it’s something I’m interested in. Good for her. 

    - What about you, Pietro? Where’s your girlfriend? - Y/N smirked, crossing her arms as Wanda parked in front of Y/N’s childhood home.

    - Which one?

    - You’re a lost cause. - she opened the passenger’s door, going around to retrieve her suitcase.

    - Call me if you’re alone during Christmas or Christmas Eve. Vision and I will come and set up a dinner with you.

    - It won’t be necessary.

    - Just call me, okay?

    - Okay, Wan. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

The red head smiled before driving away. Y/N stood on the cobblestones of her sidewalk waving goodbye before it was time to go meet her father. Her relationship with him was at best strained. When they didn’t find the shipment they wanted, he subconsciously blamed her along with constantly talking about how Edward could’ve died but he was luckily alive with a limp. She wished he had more than a limp but saying anything against his ward was absurd and completely forbidden. She was almost sure he’d spend more time at the hospital with him than her.  Nevertheless, she was here and as she stepped into her porch, there were no Christmas lights, no garlands. 

Flashbacks invaded her mind of sitting on the wooden stairs as her mother wrapped every surface she could in garland, wrapping the lights around the columns while her dad worked overtime. The two would then sit on the stairs with cups of hot cocoa, Y/N always preferring white chocolate hot cocoa with pink marshmallows and watched the lights go up for the first time. Every year she expected there to be lights after her mum was gone but they never showed. One year she tried to put them up but she soon came to realise the lights that held whatever sweet memories an object could hold were lost and gone. Everything was gone. She didn’t know why she expect it to be here.

Her keys jiggled as she opened the door to her childhood home. It was always messy, dusty, her mother’s yellow coat still hanging on the coat hanger the day she returned from the hospital. The house was a snapshot of that day, never changing, her father didn’t allow her. She knew why, she always knew why, she just refused to say it, she refused to say whom her father believed was the cause of her mother’s death. She refused to say it because she knew who it was and it wasn’t who her father thought it was.

     - Dad? - she left her suitcase against the entry wall, walking further into her house and into the kitchen, liquor bottles on the floor near the chair were her father was sitting, still in his uniform, shirt tightened over his beer belly. - Hey dad, how are you?

    - Y/N, darling, can you get some some of the liquor from the cabinet?

    - Sure, dad. - she turned around, reaching into the cabinet, right at the end of it where she kept a bottle with water which tricked him all the time. - How’s the precinct?

    - I think you know. 

    - You shouldn’t make catching him your target. Your target should be to protect innocent civilians.

    - What would you know about it? You failed us. 

    - I’m sorry. - she looked down at her shoes. - You know ... I smell snow.

    - You can’t smell snow, Y/N. There’s no such thing. 

    - C’mon... - she held his hands in hers. - We can make some hot cocoa, like mum used to do.

    - Your mother would’ve been ashamed of you. - she shook his hands away from her, pointing his finger at her. - You caused another officer to get shot, you have no integrity. I shouldn’t have put you in the case.

    - I didn’t. - she took a step back. - I told you I didn’t and you don’t believe me. Barnes didn’t try to shot me and Edward stepped in, you saw the report, the bullets don’t match up. He tried to shot at Barnes.

    - He’s the most experienced shot I know, if he wanted to have gotten Barnes, he would’ve.

    - He would’ve if I hadn’t stepped in front of it. 

She turned around, tears watering her eyes and making her vision blurry as she walked further an further away. She kept walking, away from her house, away from her street until she was the furthest from it she could. The wind blasted her hair in different direction, freezing through her thin, useless jackets. She could smell it was going to snow, she could always smell it, the smell of freshly fallen and there she was, having forgotten her jacket. It was late into the night, no establishment was open and all she could wear were her boots against the slight frozen layer upon the cobblestones. She should feel hurt but she found herself in a numbness of state, the image of waking up in a hospital room all by herself much clear in her mind. She continued to walk until a purple light lit up her face.

She looked upwards, the title of the old establishment she used to work in blasted into purple light. Now, she was a rational being, a true believer of think before you act  but she was cold and seemingly no longer held fear of her own death. Life is ephemeral and if she was meant to die, if fate was a thing then let it be. She went through the bodyguards entering the club that despite being almost Christmas Eve was filled with people. 

Meanwhile James was leaning against one of his club’s walls, cigarette hanging from his lips. Filthy habit he knew, but he did it when he stressed. It soothed him, yet it seemed like all self destroying things soothed him. His eyes lingered against the empire he had built which now seemed so stupid. All material things and a few kills to remember him by when he died. He wondered if they would even remember or if when he breathe his last breathe, he’d be erased as quickly as he came to be. No one remembers what came in between and James did not create the business, he just perfected it. Nothing surprised this old dog anymore until tonight. He thought his brain was playing tricks on him as he saw her pass through the doors, hair covered in a knitted hat yet as quickly as he saw her enter, the quicker he saw her leave.

     - Steve, follow her. - he immediately told the blonde who was happily chatting with his newly wedded bride. - Tell me where she stops. You better not lose her out sight or you won’t have any children.

Y/N was fast out, the moment she felt the warmth of the club. She no longer knew what she was doing, much too lost in whatever pain mixed with unresolved feelings she had. Nevertheless, she was out, and immediately calling Wanda. She was out on a date but offered to stay at her house and that was enough. She needed to sleep, consider what she was doing here and then return to Massachusetts. She could get used to being Elizabeth, the orphan girl who went to Harvard. She could be Betty, she could be someone on paper. She just didn’t know how to be Y/N anymore. She had to go back.

Wanda’s new place wasn’t thankfully too far and per usual she hide the key behind her petunia vase. Inside it looked exactly like what she believed her best friend’s dream home looked like but she deserved it. She deserved Vision, she deserved all this happiness and she wished she could stay behind and watch it. 

She stripped out of her frosted clothes, walking into the bathroom to take a warm shower. “It’s no use dwelling on the past, sweetheart. It’s already gone.” her mother used to tell her and she guessed she was right, what use was it for her to wonder what if? There was no what if. She was a dead woman if he knew, but Y/N was already dead even if she didn’t. The last name ended with her, the genetic tree of her ancestors ended with her and she guessed it fit, destroyer of trees and blood. 

She felt the warm water drip down her body and onto the porcelain floor of the shower, the foam making the air smell like wild daisies on a summer afternoon. It felt warm, it felt nice, thoughtless, to be only the essence of life without the obligation of thought.  Just seeing, living, greatly dissolving into the fabric of nature. Stepping out of the shower, thought evaded. She was expecting to see him, to look at him one last time before she was gone. Yet again, what use was to look into someone who’d she betrayed? It was no use. 

She involved herself in the white fluffy towel, walking into the kitchen to rummage through whatever Wanda and Vision had. Wanda was always a fun of tropical fruit so she knew she probably kept something yummy for her.

    - You’ve always toyed with probability, petal. - she turned around once she head that voice, heart clenched yet beating faster at the same time. - It is very dangerous for you and for you friend. Easy lock, windows open. 

     - If you’re going to do it, please do it outside where we won’t stain my friend’s apartment. 

     - Oh petal ... - he took the gun from the holster which was always close to his legs. She had been shot before, she didn’t feel it, it didn’t hurt. She closed her eyes, waiting for the sound but the only sound that came was his gun hitting the floor. She opened her sides, watching as he slide the gun over to her, it reaching her feet. - I thought we were done with you being afraid of me. 

     - James ...

     - Bucky. - he corrected her, still standing on the opposite side of the room. She stood there motionless but he started walking up to her. - You think I want to kill you.

    - The worse thing I have ever did was what I did to you. Besides, Wanda saw one of your friends on campus with a gun.

    - We always carry guns, petal. The question is what have you done to me?

    - I’ve betrayed you.

    - Have you? Because I don’t remember my shipment being intercepted not that it would, I lied to you.

    - You lied to me?

    - I never doubted your ... your affections towards me but I did doubt your loyalty to your father. I was surprised. 

    - Were you?

    - No, I lied. What I was surprised about what that you took a bullet meant for me. What the fuck were you thinking? You could’ve died.

    - I don’t know.

    - You ran away from me. I wanted ... I ...

    - What did you want, Bucky? - she cocked her head to the side, examining him and whatever his thoughts were doing to him.

    - I wanted you. I wanted to have been by your side when you took a bullet for me, I wanted you in my bed, not in my bar I hate watching other men ogle you. I wanted you to marry me and carry my child. I wanted to give you everything I have and some more, all of what I have and all of what I don’t have. I wanted you, the captain’s daughter. I adored you. 

   - You don’t know me.

   - I know you. You’re a terrible liar, can’t lie to save your life. Your heart ... - he stepped closer and closer to her. - Is on your sleeve. You might not know who you are or you might forget it but when you do remember I control everything but you control me. 

   - Bucky ...

   - I just wanted to see you’re alive and well. I’ll leave and promise you’ll never see me again if you want. 

   - You didn’t ask me what I wanted.

   - What do you want, petal?

   - I want you to kiss me. 

   - I know where that ends, petal. - he smirked, hand searching for hers. - Very tempting of you to do those things to me. 

5 YEARS LATER

It was cold, the sort of cold Bucky had began to hate, the sort of cold he felt whenever she left early in the morning to go to work but it was the sort of cold which mixed with sweet memories. Nevertheless, there he was, at another meeting, hearing whatever bullshit excuses Rumlow had to give him. Steve had been the one to suggest taking his territory rather than just off him yet taking care of a damaged business with an even more damaged partner was doing his head in. He stood against the new furnished couches of the bar, drinking his scotch as he heard Rumlow ramble and ramble about how he had good ideas. He had ideas, just not good ones. An hour late he was leaving the godless establishment to return home. He walked home as he always did during winter, watching the newly put up Christmas lights in the streets. His apartment wasn’t too far, having sold his previous one once Y/N moved back to Massachuts to buy one near her and then selling it once she graduated to buy another one. It was close to the bar and she liked it that way, constantly begging him not to go during Christmas and stay with her but business was business. Entering his home, the electrical fireplace was on and his heavily pregnant wife was barefoot, walking side to side and jumping into her dress.

    - Stop jumping, you’ll fall and hurt yourself. - Bucky smirked, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her body. - And we all know you can’t get up when you fall. 

    - So funny. - she playfully slapped him on the chest. - It’s almost as if this wasn’t your fault. 

    - How’s our little boy?

    - How do you know it’s not a girl? - she smirked. - Nice try, Bucky but you’ll only know when the baby is born. 

    - You’re killing me here.

    - Come on, we have to go to the twin’s baby shower.

    - Explain to me again why did your friend decided to do a baby shower after the babies were born?

    - So that she would tell us what size clothes they are. - she gave him a soft kiss, leaning against him. - You won’t be your usual grumpy, scary self. You’ll be good to the other dads. 

    - What will I tell the other dads when they ask me what I do?

    - You’re a business man. - she straightened his suit’s lapel. - Isn’t that somewhat true?

    - You’re lucky I adore you.

    - Come on. 

Bucky found it hard mixing both of their lifestyles, but he did it for her. God, he had done so much for her and he only wanted to do more for her. If someone had told him he’d beg the police captain to go to his wedding just to make Y/N happy, he would’ve laughed, yet Y/N deserved it. His father had pretty much set her aside once it came to light she was hanging out with him and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. He didn’t have many friends and those he had had completely relationships to the friends Y/N had, nevertheless he tried. He wanted to be the best husband and the best father he could possibly be. Bucky would lay sleepless every single night wondering how he’d do it. How would he go to profession day and tell kids about his job? He couldn’t or he’d traumatise them. Nevertheless, he worried. Y/N was going to be a great mum, the best mum even but him? He wasn’t so sure.

They reached Wanda’s place which was decorated with all sorts of baby blue decorations. 2 boys in one go. If Bucky suddenly had two kids, he would’ve had a heart attack. He barely knew he could be a good dad for one, imagine two.

    - Oh my god, you’re huge. - Wanda said as she opened the door. - How come it’s not out yet?

    - The baby’s stubborn like his father. 

    - More like his mother. - Wanda added. - Come see the twins.

There were two bassinets on the living room where Vision was frantically rocking them side to side, Pietro sat in the couch on his phone while most of the guests were still to arrive. Y/N looked over the bassinets, the two babies laying there wide awake which probably explained why Vision looked so overwhelmed. 

   - Why are they so big? - Y/N whispered to Bucky. - I can’t push something that big out of me. 

   - Well, think positive, at least you’re only pushing one out of you and not two. 

   - So that’s Billy and that’s Tommy. I think. - Wanda cocked her head to the side. - Well, Billy replies to his name and Tommy doesn’t.

    - Can I hold one? 

    - Sure. Bucky, do you wanna hold one? - Wanda asked and before he could reply, the redhead had already put a baby in his arms. James hadn’t held a baby, he didn’t know how to hold a baby yet there it was, a baby. - Aw, look at that Billy or Tommy likes you.

   - We’re still working on what colour we should dress one another so we know which one is which. - Vision added. - Pietro is still upset we didn’t name one Pietro.

   - Y/N you will name your baby Pietro if it’s a boy. 

   - Absolutely not. - she said as she cooed the baby in her arms. - They’re so beautiful. Congratulations. 

   - Yeah ... - Bucky handed back the baby to Wanda. - Do you think I can use your balcony?

   - Sure. 

Y/N furrowed her browns, putting the baby back in his crib before excusing herself. She gave Bucky some time before following him and there he was, leaned against the wall, cigarette hanging from the middle of his lips as his wild blue eyes observed the night sky. 

   - It’s a filthy habit. - she walked into the balcony. - What’s stressing you?

   - Nothing’s stressing me, petal.

  - You always smoke when you’re stressed so let it out. What’s wrong? Is it Rumlow?

  - Rumlow wishes he could stress me. 

  - Bucky.

  - You’re pregnant, petal. Like ... really, really pregnant.

  - We’ve established that. - she looked at her own bump. - You thought it was a food baby?

  - I don’t know, looking at Wanda’s kids ... we will have a baby in less than a month and I am going to be a father and I will screw it up. I’m not ready.

  - You’re stressed about being a dad? - she wrapped her arms around his neck, soft kind eyes looking at him. - Buck, everyone’s stressed with their first baby. You’re going to be a great dad.

  - I should get a new job.

  - Not this again.

  - Yes. I need to get a new job so the baby ...

  - Bucky, you don’t need a new job. - she interrupted him. - Your job won’t put the baby in danger because I won’t let it happen. I don’t know if you remember but I’m very good at deflecting bullets.

  - Deflecting? - he laughed. - You’re very good at catching them.

  - Either way, you’re going to be a great dad. Steve’s a great dad and he went parachuting without a parachute like an idiot. You take a parachute, at least.

  - I see your point.

  - James Barnes, in exactly five months you’re gonna be as good as a father as you could be. - she leaned against him, taking her opportunity to take the cigarette away from his mouth and tossing it out the balcony. Her eyes followed up to his face, intently on something. - What?

  - I smell snow.   

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[uselessheretic]

ok hot take but also i feel like the "ao3 needs as much money as possible bc theyre the last stand for fanfic rights and at any moment everything can be lost just like it was a decade ago" feels so... similar to the fear propagated by the state to defend anti terrorism initiatives or over policing. which i am not saying that these are the same things (fandom is just fandom in the end lol) but the way that this side of fandom is majority white women and kinda falling for the same line of thought is just...?

bc it is similar to the "we are the last stand against freedom and at any moment your lives can be taken away" based off of past threats where this "last stand" doesnt even fucking do anything.

but the inability to question anything with ao3 is just soooo weird where its viewed as questioning the right for fandom to exist. people see ao3 as the only thing protecting fandoms ability to exist and that they are the single thing keeping creators at bay from purging all fandom when forreal and actually? that hasnt been a threat for the last decade. the culture around fanfiction has changed since then where creators are more eager to see fans engage with it and encourage it. the handful of ones who dont are treated as a minority and kinda actively shamed. you really cant do an anne rice nowadays and not get a shit ton of backlash, not just from fans, but other creators too. like dude... if youre pitching books to agents they actually encourage you to mention if youve written fic because it shows how you engage with an audience 😭

that doesnt mean fic is safe with no threat against it, but the lack of action taken against fic isnt because of ao3... its just bc the climate has changed and ppl who were fans in the 90s are creators today

but again its a culture of "you cant question ao3 about ANYTHING or youre jeopardizing fanfiction" which is definitely bc of the weird polarization of proship/anti stuff that impacts shit thats not even relevant dndjdkdjdn like? wanting the site to update its tagging system, add the ability to save filters, block users, have a better response to harassment, actively state that it does not condone racism and bigotry, get rid of the invite system, etc etc isnt anything that really has to do with ship shit but its taken as Anti Stances which is fucking wilddddd

god or the whole... real minors having nsfw rpf of them thing (🤢) it was kinda wild to see proshippers reactions to it because from what i could see by going thru the qrts and blocking freaks...... most of them also thought it was fucking weird and shouldnt be a thing. which makes sense that the line between anime porn vs "wait but thats a kid???" is clear to even terminally online folks, but then ao3 refused to change it so instead of pushing back they just let it go. so it becomes another thing you cant question or else its threatening ao3 and youre one of the enemies.

iont know man but remember when that girlie on twitter "published" an article about how antis are a cult in ao3s shitty lil "peer reviewed" journal and it was so so sooo bad and had zero sources? its just kinda funny how the inability to question authority, the us vs them, and the financial exploitation is like uhh a thing w proshippers lol????

anyways this is why i think white women are forming a whole fucking fandom qanon bc the amount of absolute batshit insane things ppl say claiming that there are discords full of children being groomed by antis, that proshippers are dying in mass, and that their creative freedom will be taken away if you say "its bad to be racist" so they donate hundreds and thousands of dollars to an organization that straight up doesnt need it? LIKE................ someone call susans loved ones and help her out of this 😭