#confession 1152

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#1152

The complaints of TOS being sexist are valid (although I think a bit overblown), but I don't understand when people point to the fact that all female characters are one-dimensional. Star Trek isn't the "crew of the Enterprise" show, it's the "Kirk, Spock, and sometimes McCoy" show. Besides those 3, there aren't any multifaceted male characters either. Scotty? He likes his ship and his drinks. Sulu? Fencing. Chekov? Russia. Their personalities are more developed in fic than they are in canon. Another thing is the miniskirts. Yeah, it's weird by our standards to have a miniskirt as a uniform. But back then, it was evidence that women could simultaneously be feminine AND be respected in their job. It showed audiences that being a woman was not a bad thing that would prevent your employment - it was an asset. Anyway, I just think that people are expecting a 2024 treatment of gender when most 2024 shows aren't even perfect regarding this, let alone a show from the 60s

[fallow-hollow]

this is a bit of an obscure ask but could you do some hcs for crushing on holm? i like to imagine he's surprisingly charming despite being so quiet and laid back... preferably with a reader who's the total opposite of him (loud, feisty, etc.)

spirit of pining

…ft! holm kranom x gn! reader

…tags! pining, fluff, confession, pre-relationship, relationship study, banter

…word count! 1152

…notes! i’m glad i can feed the holm fans on this fine day. writing for side characters truly is the activity of all time

Unless you’re somehow extremely subtle about your feelings, Holm probably knows or at least has an inkling.

Even though he finds you pretty interesting himself, he doesn’t make much of a move immediately. He tends to prefer taking it easy and not rushing things, so he’d instead just focus on spending time with you, letting things develop gradually and finding out more about you.

If you’re in the same party as him, you can expect a lot of light conversation and banter to fill the time while exploring the dungeon. Everyone else has sort of picked up on how you two always walk next to each other, and it’s pretty much become common practice during your explorations.

“You’d think after this long, they’d learn…..”

This probably shouldn’t have been funny to you, considering that up ahead, Kabru was struggling to yank his leg free from the grasp of a man-eating plant. Nonetheless, laughter caught in your throat as you approached the scene with Holm by your side. This situation didn’t give off much urgency at all, but you thought it was best not to dawdle.

“Quit it, that’s not nice!” Attempting to pout at him only resulted in an awkward expression between laughing and frowning, which only seemed to amuse him further. “Let’s go, before the poor guy is hanging upside down.”

Holm was even relaxed enough to maintain his half-lidded smile and loose grip on his staff through all of this. “I suppose you’re right… otherwise Kuro will get thorns up his nose again.”

Holm is generally a pretty lax guy, but he does his best to assist you whenever possible. This goes for all of his teammates, of course, but it’s more enjoyable to spend time with you, so he has a slight bias.

Sometimes he’s even able to push through his tendency to freeze up if you’re in desperate need of assistance during a fight, it’s pretty sweet.

If you don’t know as much magic as he does, he’ll be happy to teach you! (Fun fact, gnome-style magic is generally recommended for tallmen to learn as opposed to elf-style magic because of its lower mana cost!) He also may help you commune with spirits as well, such as his undine!

Speaking of Marillier, I think it would be pretty funny if she took a liking to you because her guardian does, too. Perhaps the spirit even picks up on his feelings.

Your cheek was now soaking wet from the glob of water that was almost nudging itself against your face, but you couldn't find it in you to be upset, finding the behavior rather cute. In fact, it roused curiosity in you more than anything.

After a few moments of searching, your gaze landed on the undine’s guardian, who was currently observing you with equal parts endearment and surprise.

“It seems like she likes you a lot.” The corners of his mouth perked up ever so slightly, a subtle change that clued you into his mood. “That’s pretty rare — she’s usually shy around others. Maybe it’s because I let you feed her before?”

A playful grin washed over your face. “Or maybe she’s taking after you! You know, because I’m your favorite and all!”

The gnome knew very well you were just teasing, so he merely responded with a chuckle and an utterance of “Sure, let’s go with that.”

What he didn’t tell you is that spirits do tend to be very intuitive, and pick up on the emotions of those around them… but he’d rather not dwell on that possibility at the moment.

A lot of time is also spent with you and thinking about you outside of dungeon work, too, which sets you apart from the rest of his traveling companions.

I imagine he even takes the time to write to his sister about you, only for her to write back that Kabru had long since informed her of your whole mutual pining deal. The man would be absolutely mortified about it.

If you’re not the type to take initiative, he’ll definitely confess eventually, but if you’re a more hold type, he’d likely let you tell him about your feelings at your own pace. He may find it cute to see you be so earnest, but he isn’t motivated purely by self interest — Holm is actually a pretty empathetic guy, and just really doesn’t want to rush you. After all, he hates having lots of pressure put on him, so he’d do his best not to do the same to you.

It was during a stargazing session that you’d told him.

He enjoyed these evening outings with you, and observing the sky was a common activity that you’d partake in together. Sometimes, he’d talk about the practical use of constellations, or even the air spirits that played a vital part in weather patterns, but often, mutual silence was just as fulfilling.

The intense stare you’d been giving him for the last few minutes was hard not to notice, if he was being honest, but you seemed not to know that he was already aware of your gaze, so he let it be. If you had something to say to him, you’d say it when you were ready.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ah, there it was. Holm took his sweet time turning his head to look at you. It’s not like you were going anywhere, after all. At least, if his desire to stay with you was reciprocated.

“Mhm, what is it?” The way you fidgeted with your clothes left him nothing short of charmed. Your eagerness truly was something to be admired… and admired, and admired some more.

Under the canopy of stars, there was little light to be found, making it a bit hard to see your face clearly. The movements of your lips were clear enough, though. “Well, I was just wondering if we could try going out again sometime… in more of a date-ish setting?”

The clumsy phrasing didn’t stop him from smiling warmly at your words. He wasn’t surprised or startled at all, but he had visibly softened.

“Of course, I thought you’d never ask.”

Your silhouetted form jolted sharply at his response. “You— you knew I would…?”

“Well, I had an inkling.” Far more than an inkling, really, but he didn’t want to embarrass you that much, as amusing as it was. To soften the blow, he added, “Or maybe it was just my wishful thinking. I feel the same, after all.”

“So it’s a yes?”

Even in darkness, those eyes of yours were as bright as the stars. How could he deny anything you said, really.

“Mhm,” he nodded in response. “Though, let’s keep this to ourselves, alright? Knowing the others, Mickbell probably started a betting pool on when we’d start dating. And he’ll probably throw a fit when Kabru ends up inevitably winning, so let’s delay that a while.”

[20skai]

Let Me Bear Your Burden

Wyll x Tav OC (Nemeia)

Wyll and Nemeia have a heart to heart about his true feelings being the Blade. She comforts him the best she can.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, feelings ✨some suggestive themes

Word Count: 1152

Nemeia wakes to thrashing about. Looking over she sees her bed mate, Wyll, with a grimace on his handsome face. Lowly muttering in his restless slumber. Not knowing what to do she begins to whisper soothing words and caresses to his cheek.

“Mizora. Father, help me. I need you! No!”

Wyll wakes with a start, sitting up from the bedroll. His heart threatens to burst out of his chest. Sweat is sticking to his forehead, torso, and limbs. Another nightmare. Godsdammit, he hoped he didn’t wake Nemeia. But to his shame he looks over to see her looking at him with concern. He turns away in self loathing, she’s always strong for everyone else why can’t he be strong for her?

“Wyll, do you need anything?” She threads her fingers through his and gives it a squeeze.

“No, I’m alright. Just a bad dream.”

A few moments of silence pass through them and Wyll hears her sit up beside him and places her other hand on his cheek to guide him back to face her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He looks to the ground, feeling nothing but shame. He made the deal and has to live with the choice he made. But why does he feel so disquiet about it now? Wyll wants to talk but Nemeia is always lending her ear to everyone and helping with their problems. What kind of partner would he be if he dumped his troubles on her too?

Nemeia can feel the anxiety rolling off Wyll in waves. She thinks of what she can do to help unburden him. An idea makes its way into her mind, she takes his hand in her and places it under her sleep shirt. There, Wyll feels a long scar on her abdomen. Looking at her in shock he sees a small, awkward half smile on her face.

“This was given to me by a Sharran. I’ll spare you the gruesome details but suffice it to say I was traveling and they ambushed me. It still haunts me to this day and I still have nightmares about it. I say all of this to tell you that you can always talk to me about anything. I care for you so deeply and I want to help if I can.”

Listening to her story has Wyll in a flurry of emotions. Anger, hurt, but most of all relief. Relief that she’s still here, still alive and with him. He pushes her to lay down on the bedroll and lifts her sleep shirt just high enough to see her wound. Gazing at the scar he sees the slightly jagged edges and can’t help himself to kiss the wound.

A gasp leaves Nemeia at the feeling of Wyll’s lips on her skin. His lips are soft and warm and only make her squirm in a strange mix of need and bashfulness. Continuing to kiss her abdomen Wyll looks up to his love’s face and sees the cute blush that formed on her cheeks, eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth. He shows mercy and stops to move his face up to hers, caressing her cheek he then places a gentle kiss to her lips.

Rolling off of her, Wyll lays back down on their shared bedroll and brings her body with him and holds Nemeia in his arms. She has her head on his chest and listens to the slightly elevated heartbeat right under her. A few minutes of silence goes by as the couple just hold one another.

“I feel that I’m a fraud.” Wyll begins. “When I made the deal with Mizora it was to save the Gate, my home. But now? I feel like I’m fooling the people of the Coast. They see me as a hero. A person to slay their monsters and protect them and their families. But I’m no better than the vermin who prey on them. How heroic can I be, being bound to a devil?”

Nemeia lays there contemplating what Wyll has just confessed to her. She feels sadness that Wyll believes himself to be a fraud and a feeling of anger almost takes hold because his words are a consequence of the years of abuse from his patron. But she stamps that down. No, he doesn’t need her thinking she’s angry at him in this vulnerable moment.

“You’re not a fraud, Wyll. You protect the people of the Coast because they needed a hero. You continue to be the Blade because you’ve grown to care and love them. I will not begrudge you for making the pact because in that moment it was the best option you had to save the people of Baldur’s Gate. And even still, after all these years, you still stick to your principles and morals, even though it would have been easier to abandon them.”

Nemeia lifts herself up off Wyll’s chest and looks him in his eyes with as much tenderness as she can muster. “I know my words won’t change how you feel overnight. But I want you to know I adore you and I’m with you until the end. And whenever you start to feel like this, don't hesitate to talk to me, I’m here to help you share your burden.”

Feelings of gratefulness and appreciation blossom throughout Wyll’s heart. This woman, his woman, is too good to him but he will spend every day of his life being the man she deserves. Pulling Nemeia back to his chest he strokes her back with one hand and holds her hand in the other. Contentment and affection swirl around the two as they bask in the silence of the room.

“I adore you too, Nemeia. Thank you for being strong and believing in me. And being just wonderfully you.”

Chuckling, the tiefling woman places a kiss to his chest and looks up with a cheeky smile. “Of course I’m me. Who else would I be?”

A short laugh escapes Wyll’s throat and he starts to tickle Nemeia’s side. She gives a squeal and begins to laugh; she begs for him to stop while trying to squirm out of his grip. A happy grin has made its way onto the warlock’s face basking in the happiness she brings into his life.

Ceasing his tickle-fueled assault, Wyll admires Nemeia coming back down from her laughter. Once her laughs die down to small chuckles he brings his hand to her cheek and delights in the way she nuzzles into his palm. He kisses her slowly and tenderly hoping it conveys how lucky he feels to have her. Seeing the same emotions reflected back to him in her eyes, Wyll brings Nemeia back to lay on his chest. The couple again settles down for the night to sleep and no nightmares plague either of them. Just happy dreams of a bright future ahead with each other.

[percervall]

let it snowman

Player: Kostas Tsimikas Words: 1152 Warnings: None, fluff Request: making snowmen For @lfc21, merry Christmas babe! I hope you like it <3

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She had just put the capsule in the Nespresso machine when she heard someone storming down the stairs. She hid a yawn behind her hand and turned around to see her boyfriend pulling on his shoes somehow while still walking.

“It’s still dark out, why are you fully dressed?” she mumbled.

“Didn’t you see?” Kostas asked excitedly, pointing at the windows in the living room. She followed his finger and was about to ask him what he was on about when she noticed the grass was no longer green. The entire garden had been blanketed in white during the night. She stifled another yawn and shook her head.

“No, I hadn’t noticed yet. Doesn’t answer why you’re fully dressed tho,” she said, picking up her mug. She blew on it, before taking a careful sip of her coffee. 

“Because I’m gonna build a snowman,” Kostas replied, pulling his bobble hat over his ears. The duh was very much implied. 

“Kos, it’s half past seven in the morning. The sun isn’t even up yet,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “let’s eat first okay?” 

Kostas heaved a sigh so dramatic it put many three-year-olds to shame, but toed off his shoes and pulled the beanie off his head. She shook her head and tried to keep her lips from curling up in a smile. As Kostas put his shoes and winter gear back in the hallway, she took a pot down from the shelf and got started on making them both porridge. 

“Do you have work today?” Kostas asked as he came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her. The Nespresso machine was spluttering away to make another coffee for him. 

“I’ll have to check, but if it snowed as much as I think it did, I doubt it,” she replied as she stirred. “How cross will the club’s nutritionist be if I add some of these?” she asked, holding up the jar of chocolate chips.

Kostas chuckled. “I won’t tell her if you won’t.” She quickly added more than a healthy amount of chocolate chips to the porridge and watched them melt. Kostas handed her two bowls and carried her coffee to their breakfast nook. She turned the hob off and joined him at the table. She quickly checked her phone between two mouthfuls of breakfast to see that her office had shut down due to the weather. 

“Looks like you’ll have a helping hand in building a snowman today,” she commented as she put her phone down. Kostas silently cheered before taking a sip of his own coffee. 

While she got dressed, Kostas cleared down and loaded the bowls and pot into the dishwasher. By the time she got downstairs, Kostas was already waiting by the door. She chuckled and wrapped a thick woolly scarf around herself. 

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” Kostas sang as he helped her in her coat, making her laugh. She dug a pair of mittens out of the basket with winter stuff and pushed him out the door. A shiver ran through them both when the wind blew in their faces. 

“Come on!” Kostas called, making his way to the end of their driveway. She noticed they weren’t the only ones outside. A handful of the neighbourhood children were already working on building snowmen in their own gardens. She waved at one of their elderly neighbours stood in the window before shifting focus to Kostas. She laughed as she saw him try and roll a snowball over the ground to pick up more snow. 

“Babe, have you ever built a snowman before?” she asked as she walked over to him. 

“Once,” Kostas confessed with a chuckle. She shook her head and took over, showing him it was easier to build up first before rolling to get more snow. 

How it happened, she wasn’t sure, but they had somehow ended up with a group of children in their front garden. She and Kostas had abandoned their own snowman to help the children build theirs. 

“Do you have carrots? Dad says we don’t have any,” one of the little boys asked her. 

“I don’t think we do. I also don’t think we have enough scarves for all these snowpeople,” she said. Kostas looked up at them, eyes twinkling. 

“No, but I do have something else. George, how many snowpeople are there?”

“Uhm,” the boy said before counting them, “six I think.” 

“Perfect,” Kostas said as he made his way to the door with the promise to be right back. She had no idea what her boyfriend was up to and told the children as much. It didn’t take long for Kostas to return with an arm full of clothes. 

“I remembered I have a closet full of jerseys,” he explained as he started handing them out. With a little help, all six snowpeople got dressed in various Liverpool shirts. She had even managed to dig up a baseball cap for one of them per request of one of the girls who lived across the street. By the time they were finished, the sun had started to peak over the rooftops, throwing long shadows on the snow covered ground. Kostas wrapped an arm around her as they admired the snowpeople. 

“A snowy five-a-side team complete with a manager,” he said. 

“You should send a photo to the lads, I’m sure Jordan and Milly will be thrilled they’ve been replicated in snow,” she added with a chuckle. Kostas laughed softly but dug his phone out of his pocket. As he put his gloves back on, one of the parents came outside with a tray of mugs. She could see the steam rising off them. 

“Who wants tea?” he called. She recognised him as one of George’s dads and gladly accepted one of the mugs. 

“Thank you for keeping an eye on them. George was so excited when he saw it had snowed. Daniel barely managed to get breakfast in him,” Martin said. 

“I know the feeling,” she said with a chuckle, nodding at Kostas, who in turn stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Dad! Look! We made a snow-Hendo!” George beamed at his dad. 

“I see, darling! Looks good! Did you say thank you to Kostas?” George nodded and handed the empty mug back to his dad. 

“Alright, your far is waiting for you. He made some food for grandma and grandpa,” Martin said and planted a kiss on the boy’s woolly hat. George waved goodbye and ran back to his house. She returned the now empty mug to Martin, thanking him for the tea. 

“What else is on your snow day to do list?” she asked him when Kostas pulled her in for a kiss. 

“Snuggle up under loads of blankets and watch Christmas films,” he replied, rubbing his nose against hers. 

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” she murmured, kissing him once more.

10 gold stars for anyone picking up on the easter eggs in this one 🌟

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[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Tuesday, June 6, 2023

june 6_May 24

ST. NICETAS STYLITES, WONDERWORKER OF PEREYASLAVL-ZALESSKI (1186)

Saint Niketas (Nikḗtas) the Stylite of Pereyaslavl was a native of the city of Pereyaslavl-Zalessky and was in charge of collecting taxes. In 1152, Prince Yuri Dolgorukiy founded the city of Pereyaslavl and built a stone church dedicated to the All-Merciful Savior in that new place. Because of the cost of building the city and the church, more taxes had to be collected from the city's residents. Niketas mercilessly overcharged people, keeping much of the money for himself. This went on for many years. But the merciful Lord, Who desires that all sinners might be saved, led Niketas to repentance.

One day, he went to church and heard the words of the Prophet Isaiah: "Wash, and make yourselves clean, remove the iniquities from your souls before my eyes; cease your wickedness, learn to do good; diligently seek judgment; deliver those who suffer wrongs; defend the orphan, and obtain justice for the widow" (Isaiah 1:16-17).

He was shaken, as if by thunder, by these words that penetrated his heart's depths. Niketas did not sleep all night, remembering the words: "Wash, and make yourselves clean." In the morning, however, he decided to invite some friends to his home for a cheerful conversation and to forget the previous night's horrors. Once again, the Lord called Niketas to repentance. While his wife was preparing a meal for their guests, suddenly, she saw some things rising to the surface of the boiling pot: blood, human heads, hands, and feet. Horrified, she called her husband, and Niketas saw the same thing. Suddenly, his sleeping conscience was awakened, and he realized that by overcharging people, he was acting like a robber and a murderer. "Alas," he cried, "I have sinned much! O God, lead me on Your path!" With these words, he ran out of the house.

Three versts from Pereyaslavl there was a monastery dedicated to the Great Martyr Niketas (September 15) where Niketas went, shaken by the terrible vision. With tears he fell at the feet of the Igoumen saying: "Save a perishing soul."

Then the Igoumen decided to test the sincerity of his repentance, giving him his first obedience: to stand at the monastery gates for three days, confessing his sins to everyone who passed. With profound humility, Niketas fulfilled his first obedience. The Igoumen remembered him three days later and sent a monk to see what he was doing at the monastery gates. But the monk did not find Niketas there. He found him lying in a swamp, covered with mosquitoes and midges, and he was bleeding from their bites. Then the Igoumen came to the sufferer and said, "My son! what are you doing to yourself?"

"Father! Save a perishing soul," Niketas replied.

The Igoumen clothed Niketas in a hair shirt, received him into the monastery, and tonsured him as a monk. Embracing the monastic vows with all his heart, Saint Niketas spent his days and nights in prayer, chanting Psalms, and reading the Lives of the holy ascetics. With the Igoumen's blessing, he wore heavy chains, and he dug two deep wells in the place of his monastic struggles. Soon he increased his struggles. He dug a bottomless round pit and placed a stone upon which he stood, becoming a man of ardent prayers, like the ancient stylites. Only the blue sky and the night stars saw him at the bottom of his pillar well, but there was a narrow underground passage beneath the church wall, and through it Niketas went to church for the Services.

Thus, by struggling well in the monastery of the Great Martyr Niketas , the Venerable Niketas also ended his life with a martyr's death. One night, some of the Saint's relatives came to him for his blessing and were attracted by the glitter of his chains and crosses. They mistook them for silver and decided to steal them. On the night of May 24, 1186, they removed part of the roof, killed the ascetic, took his crosses and chains, wrapped them in a rough canvas, and then ran away.

Before Matins, the sacristan, who came to Saint Niketas for the blessing, found the damaged roof and reported it to the Igoumen. The Igoumen and the brethren hurried to the Venerable Stylite and saw that he had been murdered, and his body was fragrant.

Meanwhile, the killers stopped on the banks of the Volga River and decided to divide their loot, but they were astonished to see that it was not made of silver but iron and threw the chains into the Volga. The Lord glorified these visible signs of the Saint's hidden struggles and works.

That night Simeon, a pious Elder of the Yaroslavl Monastery of Saints Peter and Paul, saw three bright rays of light over the Volga. He informed the Igoumen of the Monastery and the city officials. The assembled priests and numerous townspeople, who had come down to the river, saw three crosses and chains floating in the waters of the Volga. With reverence and prayers, they were brought to the Monastery of the Great Martyr Niketas and laid on the grave of Saint Niketas . At the same time, there were miracles of healing.

Around 1420 - 1425, Saint Photios, the Metropolitan of Kiev (July 2), gave his blessing to uncover the relics of Saint Niketas. The Igoumen of the Monastery served a Moleben with the brethren, and then he opened the coffin, in which was an incorrupt body. Suddenly, the grave filled up with earth, and the relics remained in the ground.

Between 1511 and 1522, a chapel was built in honor of the Monastic Martyr Niketas, and in the XIX century, Archpriest A. Svirelin composed an Akathist to the Saint.

Source: Orthodox Church in America_OCA

ROMANS 1:1-7, 13-17

1Paul, a bondservant of Jesus Christ, called to be an apostle, separated to the gospel of God 2 which He promised before through His prophets in the Holy Scriptures, 3 concerning His Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who was born of the seed of David according to the flesh, 4 and declared to be the Son of God with power according to the Spirit of holiness by the resurrection from the dead. 5 Through Him, we have received grace and apostleship for obedience to the faith among all nations for His name, 6 among whom you also are called of Jesus Christ; 7 To all in Rome, beloved of God, called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. 13 Now I do not want you to be unaware, brethren, that I often planned to come to you (but was hindered until now), that I might have some fruit among you also, just as among the other Gentiles. 14 I am a debtor to Greeks and barbarians, both to wise and to unwise.15 So, as much as is in me, I am ready to preach the gospel to you who are in Rome also.16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek. 17 For in it the righteousness of God is revealed from faith to faith; as it is written, "The just shall live by faith."

MATTHEW 4:25-5:13

25 Great multitudes followed Him from Galilee, Decapolis, Jerusalem, Judea, and beyond the Jordan.

1 And seeing the multitudes, He went up on a mountain, and when He was seated, His disciples came to Him. 2 Then He opened His mouth and taught them, saying: 3Blessed are the poor in spirit, For theirs, is the kingdom of heaven.4 Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. 5 Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth. 6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, For they shall be filled. 7 Blessed are the merciful, For they shall obtain mercy. 8 Blessed are the pure in heart, For they shall see God. 9 Blessed are the peacemakers, For they shall be called sons of God. 10 Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 11 Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. 12 Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for they persecuted the prophets before you. 13 You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men.

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Fascination

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by Dzuljeta

The Doctor’s recent regeneration has some unexpected side-effects. His memory gets severely messed up and the only person the newly-regenerated Doctor rememberers is Rose Tyler. What’s more, he believes they are a couple.

Words: 1152, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, The Doctor's TARDIS, Jackie Tyler

Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Post-Regeneration (Doctor Who), Love Confessions, Side Effects, Romance, Fluff, Time Lady Rose, we’ll get there, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Confusion, Kisses, Promises

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[ao3feed-badbuddy]

Sweet Secrets

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VJN1nLX by Anonymous There are thousand such things I want to say to you. Words I want to whisper against your lips. But I just—for some reason I lack the strength. But This is easier right? This gives us both the freedom, the agency. You can just be you. I can just be me. Pat and Pran. Pran and Pat. I don’t think it's possible to separate one from the other. You were right; we’re one and the same, you and I. Words: 1152, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน | Bad Buddy: the Series (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Pran Parakul Siridechawat, Pat Napat Jindapat Relationships: Pat Napat Jindapat/Pran Parakul Siridechawat Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, Love Confessions, Love Letters, Cheesy Romantic Gestures, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romance, Pat is smitten, Short & Sweet read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VJN1nLX

[tindogpodcast]

TDP 1152: Mandalorian Season3 Episode 8

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[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“"Scales Slither" has to be THE WORST transformation phrase that I have ever heard from ML (or anywhere in general). The phrase could have easily been "Scales On!" or "Let's Slither!", but SCALES SLITHER??? COME ON! That's just so silly! SCALES. DON'T. SLITHER!”

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“It annoys me when Love Square fans, more particularly Marichat fans complain when another pairing gets even the slightest bit of attention in the fandom. I’ve seen people get heated because Ladrien got some attention because of the latest episode. LADRIEN. And they’re the same people! Alternatively, whenever there’s an Alyanette episode the exact same people put so much damn emphasis on them being ‘just friends’. Okay, we get it but we’re not going to stop. When your pairing is quite literally the most popular in the fandom then you have no reason to give people crap for getting enjoyment out of other pairings.” 

[tahliafox]

im in desperate need for the first time saying “I love you” confession in the middle of soft sex with mommy Nat

I also absolutely love all your writing! Definitely my new favourite account <3

- 🐈‍⬛

Little angel.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based of request (Thank you for sending it in <33)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Older!Natasha, Soft!smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, a tiny bit of angst but resolved very quickly.

Words: 1152

The front door of the house slammed shut and Natasha dropped her leather jacket on the sofa. You stood helplessly behind her, not knowing what to do with her sudden hostility. “That’s the last party you’re ever going to.” her voice was stern and she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. You parted your lips in confusion and then went to grab her hand. 

Before you could, she grabbed your wrist and slammed you against the kitchen counter, the marble digging harshly into your back. You whimpered and flinched away from her. “Mommy.” The whisper of her title coming out of your mouth in a broken curse made her falter and pull you into her completely, embracing you in her muscular arms.

“Oh, little angel. Mommys so sorry, she didn't mean to be so rough with you. I know you don't like that, it's just so hard for me seeing you with all those other people. Your mommy's little girl, no one else's, princess.” she whispered in your ear and stroked the back of your head. You wrapped your arms around her neck and gripped onto the collar of her shirt tightly, not wanting to let her go. 

She leaned down to grip the back of your thighs and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. Natasha moved quickly over to the sofa to sit down with you straddling her. 

“They are my friends, mommy. Of course I'm yours.” you leaned back to bring your hands up to squish her cheeks together and pressed a soft kiss onto the tip of her nose. The confusion in your voice made her heart swell.

“My sweet little princess is too innocent to understand the intentions of those mean guys you were talking to. They didn’t want to be your friend, baby. They wanted to steal you away from mommy.” she pressed her forehead against yours and your blood started thumping in your ears, the head from your cheeks making her smile and chuckle softly. 

Her soft lips met yours and you melted completely. “Mommy’s little angel.” you murmured, however it came out broken and muffled as Natasha didn't stop attacking your lips with short pecs.

“That's right, lovely. You’re mommy's little angel and you always will be.” she took your bottom lip in between hers and nipped lightly. She started kissing you properly and you moaned into her mouth. No matter how much you got used to how good of a kisser she was, it always made a sweet pool of arousal form in your panties. 

Her tongue pushed in between your lips and started exploring your mouth, swirling around yours. Gaining some confidence, you sucked on it timidly when she opened her mouth again. This took Natasha off guard and her hand tightened on your waist. 

She then slowly moved her right hand up to your tit and started groping you through your dress, which had slid up your thighs and was now bunched around your waist. Her other hand went in between your legs and started massaging your inner thighs sensually. You moaned and grit your hips against her belt buckle, feeling the mettle hit your clit. 

Natasha pushed her lips harder against your mouth, forcing you to lean back slightly. Getting what she wanted, Nat twisted you around so you were lying flat on your back on the sofa with her now straddling your waist.

You gazed into her eyes for a few seconds before taking in a desperate breath. “Mommy?” she nuzzled her nose against yours.

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell mommy what you want.” she panted hotly and licked your cheek in desperation.

“I love you.”

She froze. That was not what she thought you were going to say. After a few moments, tears started to pool in the corner of your eyes. Did she not love you back? Was it too soon? Thoughts swam around your mind and ate at you from the inside. 

By the time Natasha got herself together, tears were fully streaming down your face and you were hiccuping small breaths. You pushed at her shoulders to get out from underneath her and started mumbling out incoherent apologies. 

“M’sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to say it early. I'll take it back, please don’t leave me. Please, please, please, please-” you shuffled back on your bottom to lean your back against the coffee table, then pulled your knees into your chest and buried your face into them, sobbing. 

Natasha’s mind seemed to snap and she immediately got off the sofa to sit in front of you. Gently, she took your hands in hers and squeezed them. “Fuck, little angel. Mommys sorry for freezing up on you like that. Please look at me, baby.” you didn't move your head and started sobbing louder, she still hadn’t said it. “Angel, look at mommy.” her voice went stern and your heart felt like it was going to crumble. You brought your head up to look at her.

“Mommy loves you so much.”

The words didn’t sound real at first. Your sobbing stopped and she beamed at you.

“Oh, baby. I love you. I love you more than you know.” the dam broke and she pulled you into her. “C’mere, angel face. Let mommy show you how much she loves you.” She placed you softly onto the carpet and pulled your dress over your head. “Can you say it again for me sweetheart? Come on, be a good girl for mommy.” Natasha pulled her own slacks and underwear off, along with yours and started grinding against you.

“I love you, mommy.”

Her movements sped up and her slick started to smear all across your own cunt, mixing with yours. Short breaths were coming out her mouth in sharp moans and she collapsed forwards in desperation to press her forehead against yours. Soft hands kneaded at your tits and yours dug into her firm shoulders.

“I'm so close, baby, you're doing so well for me letting me love you like this. Tell me you love me again.” you did exactly as she asked, over and over again.

Her incessant grinding against your cunt started getting sloppy and you moved your hands to her hips. She cooed. “No, sweets. You're too little to help mommy get off. Just lay there and let me love you, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me, making mommy so proud of you.” she licked a bold stripe up your neck and nipped at it harshly, creating a mark. “You're all mine to love, angel.”

“Just- fuck. Just yours mommy. Only yours too love.” you confirmed with a moan.

She flexed her legs around yours and bit your shoulder with a scream as you fell over the edge together. 

“Thank you, mommy. Thank you for loving me.” your soft voice made her heart beat a little faster.

“Always, little love. Mommy's always going to love you.”

[mc-lukanette]

MC-Lukanette’s “No Context November” 2021 Masterpost

` = ficlet

* = one-shot (or close to being a one-shot if a few paragraphs/a little more context were added)

^ = part of a larger AU/hypothetical story

{AO3 link for No Context November}

(Halloween bonus) ^ (2302 words) - Nightmare Scenario [Nightmares] [Twisting Canon/Canon is Twisted (take your pick)] [Confession] [Kiss]

In which Marinette has a nightmare about her multiplying Adrien pictures.

Day 1 ` (897 words) - {Lukanette} [Minor Injuries] [Luka and Marinette Are Childhood Friends] [Confession] [Kiss]

Marinette has always had a tendency for getting injured without remembering how it happened. She’s convinced that Luka must be sick of taking care of her, but is he?

Day 2 ^ (1273 words) - {Lukanette} [Unexplained Magic] [Kiss For Good Luck, But--Like, Literally] [Cheek Kisses]

With the ability to spread good luck with a single kiss on the cheek, Marinette is the one everyone goes to for a little extra boost. Luka, however, cares more about the girl underneath all the magic.

Day 3 * (1586 words) - {Lukanette} {Viperbug} [Reset Button] [Second Chances] [Unspoken Confession] [Kiss]

It’s the day of Shadow Moth’s defeat, and Ladybug realizes that life might be finally paying her back with the last Miraculous Ladybug she’ll ever use.

Day 4 * (1283 words) - {Lukanette} [(Avoiding) Horror Movies] [Date] [Confession] [Silly]

Given that they both hated horror movies, Luka and Marinette’s friends took joy in trying to force them into it. This particular attempt happens to backfire in the best way.

Day 5 ` (997 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Height Difference] [Confession] [Kiss] [Silly]

Luka is convinced that Marinette feels nothing romantic for him, given that she's never said anything about it. He has no idea of the actual reason she's kept quiet all this time.

Day 6 ^ (1152 words) - {Lukanette} [First Meeting]

As Jagged’s son, Luka figures it only makes sense for him to have a “look” to go along with it. Jagged himself has been less than helpful in all of his “suggestions,” but his recommendation for an up-and-coming designer he’d met in Paris might show some promise.

Day 7 ^ (1376 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [First Meeting] [Supernatural Marinette] [Fantasy Elements]

Famous rock star Luka Couffaine is desperate for an out. He doesn't know where to go or what to do, but he needs a change. He's just not expecting to meet a mysterious woman with equally mysterious eyes at the destination.

Day 8 ^ (991 words) - {Lukanette} ["Miraculous New York” divergence]

After a shocking revelation, Marinette has returned to her room in New York and makes a phone call to the one person she wants to hear from.

Day 9 ^ (2427 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Leader Marinette] [God Luka] [Fantasy Elements]

When it came to running a kingdom, Marinette wanted to do what was best for everyone, and that included hoping to earn a god's favor when the opportunity is presented to her. She just had no idea that the stranger she'd led around her kingdom would've had anything to do with it.

Day 10 * (2652 words) - {Lukanette} [Jealousy] [Imitation] [Confession] [Kiss]

Luka knew it was inevitable that he’d be kept out of the loop on certain things, since he didn’t go to Marinette’s school and couldn’t spend as much time with her as he wanted. However, that didn’t make Marinette’s change in style any less suspicious.

Day 11 ^ (1644 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Baker Marinette] [Delivery Man Luka] [Flirting]

Luka had been doing his delivery job since he was a teen, and never before had he met anyone who interested him as much as the adorable woman running a bakery all by herself. He doesn't know how he's expected to stay professional around such a person, so he doesn't try.

Day 12 ^ (1934 words) - {Lukanette} [Hurt/Comfort] [Season 4 Divergence] [Getting Back Together] [Confidant Luka] [Kiss]

With her role as Ladybug and her reputation for having bad luck, Marinette considered herself overly cautious within reason. Unfortunately, that also led to the downside of dating feeling like a risk, along with paranoia over people knowing her identity. Luka falls within both of those concerns.

Day 13 ^ (1870 words) - {Lukabug} [Adulthood] [First Meeting] [Overworked Ladybug]

Luka had never met Ladybug personally, yet circumstances are forced when he finds her passed out and clearly in need of help.

Day 14 * (1838 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Tattoo Sleeves]

Marinette had been best friends with Luka for years, always cherishing him while he cherished her in return. He loved all of her work and wore it proudly, but she didn't know just how proudly.

Day 15 ^ (2026 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Mannequin Luka] [Unexplained Magic] [Silly]

Despite her history of destroyed relationships, Marinette was a creator above all else. She just wasn’t expecting to accidentally make a relationship herself.

Day 16 ^ (2901 words) - {Lukanette} [Reality Rewrite] ["The Wish"] ["First" Meeting]

Marinette was convinced that she could make everything better. After everything going wrong in her life, she thought it'd be easier on everyone if she changed things. There was just one flaw in her plan.

Day 17 ^ (1907 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Fantasy] [Magical Tattoos] [Curses]

When Luka decides that the problem he’s facing is growing too severe, Juleka recommends a woman who runs a tattoo parlor dealing in magic.

Day 18 * (2458 words) - {Lukanette} [Overwhelmed Luka] [(Attempts at) Meditation] [Fluff] [Silly] [Confession] [Kiss]

Luka could understand Marinette's troubles and anxiety, so he naturally jumped at the chance to teach her how to meditate. The problems, however, arise when she keeps getting distracted and his heart won't calm down long enough for him to actually focus.

Day 19 ^ (925 words) - {Lukanette} [Fairy Marinette] [Tiny Marinette] [Fantasy]

Juleka watches as "love assistant" Marinette - a fairy who'd been living with them for a while while offering her services, makes yet another attempt at helping Luka find his perfect match - completely oblivious to the futility of it all.

Day 20 ^ (2788 words) - {Lukanette} [First Meeting]

On the first day of the new school year, Marinette was hoping for two things: making her first friend, and Chloe not being in her class. She just wasn’t expecting the failure of the latter to lead to the former.

Day 21 ^ (1329 words) - {Lukanette} ["First” Meeting] [Fantasy/Supernatural] [Ghost Luka] [”Mystery Skulls” AU]

As a ghost living mostly in the middle of nowhere, Luka was content (enough) just being alone and trying not to think about the things that happened upon his death. But then, the person he’d missed the most shows up at his door.

Day 22 ^ (3203 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Model Luka] [Hurt/Comfort] [Confession] [Kiss]

After realizing that Luka hadn’t so much as touched a guitar in years, Marinette sits him down to confront him on his selflessness.

Day 23 ^ (1059 words) - {Silebug} [Addition of Non-Miraculous Power-ups] [Hero Silencer] [”Prime Queen” divergence] [Post-Dating]

What Ladybug had thought would be a normal interview from Nadja Chamack to her and Chat Noir quickly goes downhill as talk about “LadyNoir” starts bleeding into the conversation, and either her nor her superhero boyfriend - who is most certainly NOT Chat Noir - were going to stand for it.

Day 24 ^ (1692 words) - {Lukanette} [Fluff]

Marinette had decided alongside her parents to order pizza on a particularly rainy day. However, she hadn’t thought of who might be the one delivering it to her.

Day 25 ^ (1235 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood] [Fantasy] [Shooting Star Luka] [Baker Marinette]

Luka had to get used to a lot of things already, given the state he was in, but then he meets the woman he’d been seeking and finds that she has immeasurable kindness.

Day 26 ^ (926 words) - {Lukanette} [(Temporary) Model Luka] [Confession]

As the time when Luka had accepted being her model starts coming to a close, Marinette lets it slip that she'd had ulterior motives behind the request.

Day 27 ^ (1442 words) - {Lukanette} {Vipernette} [Adulthood] [Post-Dating] [Permanent Hero Viperion] [Marinette Isn’t Ladybug] [Injuries]

Luka inadvertently stumbles upon a date set-up in Marinette’s house, only he very much literally stumbled upon it and he’s also not the side of himself that she’s currently dating.

Day 28 * (1770 words) - {Lukanette} [Silly] [Confession] [Kiss]

Luka had wholly intended to have a nice, relaxing morning all to himself. Marinette, however, throws a metaphorical wrench into that, though one that’s both welcoming and confusing as she talks about... a kiss?

Day 29 ^ (961 words) - {Lukanette} [Adulthood]

Heading back to his house with Marinette after having just been on a date with her, Luka notes that he'd grown a lot more needy in their years apart.  Maybe they both have.

Day 30 * (3173 words) - {Lukanette} [Guardian Memory Loss] [Confession]

After Marinette loses her memory, Luka is singled out as the only person she seems to trust wholly and completely, making him the perfect candidate to take her around to see if she might remember something. He's expecting nothing from the TV studio, yet it's where one of Marinette's fondest memories with him lie.

[fanfoolishness]

My Mando fic

Hey folks!  I’ve suddenly found myself writing enough Mandalorian fic that it makes sense to do a masterpost.  All of my stories are also on AO3 under fanfoolishness / LoonyLupin, if you prefer to read there, but if you’d rather stay in tumblr, here we are.

My stories tend to be angsty to bittersweet, with a strong focus on Din and Grogu’s familial bond, with some additional focus on Din’s own trauma.  Occasional appearances by other characters include the Armorer, Peli Motto, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Kuiil, IG-11, and Boba Fett. No plans for writing any romance, but if I do it will be clearly labeled as such.

Tag: My Mando fic.  All fics listed in chronological order of the series, but are written randomly as they occur to me.

Stories are also tagged #noromo Mando for stories that contain no romance.

duty: 500 words. A Nikto pirate does their best to take care of a strange prize on Arvala-7. Set during episode 1x01.

Holding Space: 1000 words. Kuiil POV.  An Ugnaught’s lifespan is twice that of a human’s, but even a being who holds the long view can still find space to hope.

as the dust gathers, 400 words. The Armorer reflects on Nevarro.

the hollow man: 580 words, Din & the Armorer set during The Sin.

what is true: ~600 words. Din knew the truth once, until it was forgotten.

In It Together: 1152 words. Din and the Child get patched up after their escape from Nevarro.

focus: ~400 words. Din finds a safe haven.

Birdsong: 700 words. The Child sneaks out on Sorgan.

To Stay a Little While: 2800 words. Cara Dune doesn’t know why she lingers on Sorgan.

Somewhere Safe: 1100 words. Din and the Child leave Sorgan. More than a little sad.

A Goodnight Song: 671 words. After a hasty departure from Sorgan, Grogu is inconsolable.

Stories: 500 words. Peli Motto rocks the Child to sleep.

Nightmares: 600 words.  Din confronts a world in which he was too late to help the child.

the naming of things: 1795 words. Din names the injuries he received in The Prisoner, and reflects upon the hunter becoming the hunted.

The Confession: 1000 words. Kuiil and Din discuss the Child on the way to Nevarro.  Kuiil thinks the Mandalorian has changed.

Primary Directives: 2020 words.  IG-11 discovers similarities between itself and the Mandalorian.  Mainly based on the episodes The Mandalorian, The Reckoning and the Redemption.  Whump.

A Warrior’s Death: 1700 words. Din tends to his wounds and armor after the events of the Redemption.

For the Darkness Always Passes: 800 words. Din struggles with guilt after The Redemption.

something borrowed, 400 words. Din cherishes the Rising Phoenix and the gift of beskar.

Contact: 800 words. Din is a touch-starved man, but he’s getting better.

jewelry: 300 words. Din marvels at how much the child loves the pendant.

Waves in Moonlight: 1100 words. Din Djarin and the Child share a meal together under moonlight.

Noctis: 508 words. Din and the Child both struggle with dark dreams.

The Lullaby: 1900 words. Din and the Child are exhausted and try to get some sleep.

The Dove-Gray Sky: 950 words.  The Child sees snow with Din for the first time.

The Scent of Whiteleaf: 4800 words.  Grogu and his protector visit a calm and peaceful world, searching for those who could help them find a Jedi. They find something else instead. Grogu POV. Grogu & Din, some of Din's backstory, and several gentle family bonding moments.

The Outpost: 2000 words. Din and the kid visit Batuu, hoping to find a Jedi.

Vaii Mhi’Yaim (Where We Are Home): 6800 words.  Whump.  Din nearly dies bringing in a bounty to Nevarro; it’s up to Cara, Greef and Grogu to save him.

going under: 800 words.  Din Djarin nearly drowns. Whump.

Fulminating: 5000 words. Din suffers complications after nearly drowning on Trask.  He and the Child recover together. Maybe it’s enough. Even more whump, hurt/comfort.

The Clan Now Safe: 1500 words. Din struggles with feelings of isolation from his kind.

if things were different: 800 words. Greef Karga and Din Djarin discuss the Child before they make plans for the Siege.

The Connection: 195 words. Ahsoka learns what Grogu finds most important.

The Weight: 450 words. The Armorer grieves the past, and prepares for the future.

the hand outstretched: 1400 words. The quiet finds its way in after the Tragedy.

Orphans: Din and Boba Fett discuss their next move in the search for the child. Fett asks a question, or two.

Amputechture: 1300 words. Din returns for his armor after attacking the Imperial base, injured.  Boba Fett lends perspective.

Translation: 2400 words. Din Djarin was a man of few words but many languages. Some thought the Child spoke no language at all. They learn to understand each other.

The Sacrifice: 600 words.  Din never understood the depth of what he had been asked to do until it was too late.

Finding the Way: 2400 words. Din struggles after the Rescue, but Cara Dune is a good friend.

The Good News: 800 words.  Din shares the good news with an old friend. Angst.

Strikethrough: 1250 words. Din struggles with a wound that will not heal. Angst.

five denials and a truth: 3800 words. Five times Din Djarin denied being a father, and once he didn’t. Angst.

the wheeling stars, amidst the dark: 5370 words. Peli Motto is glad to see her favorite customer return, but is worried when she realizes he’s come alone. Grief, angst, friendship.

talisman, 470 words. Cara reaches out to a friend when she realizes he needs to talk.

The Nor'Wester, 1200 words. Din Djarin seeks a new purpose after the events of The Rescue, but memories lurk around every bend. Angst.

How Strange to Stay, 1000 words. Fennec Shand wonders why she cannot seem to leave Tatooine.

going up?, ~400 words. A Mandalorian gets on an elevator. BoBF 1x05.

Onto the Next, ~400 words. Din struggles during Return of the Mandalorian.

in bacta, dreaming, 1200 words. Din Djarin dreams in bacta.

The Invitation: 2600 words.  Din travels in dreams that feel realer than real after the Rescue. A promise is kept.

cobbles, 200 words. Din and Grogu share a quiet moment.

Reverberations, linked to on AO3, 16,500 words. Five times Din and Grogu encounter the Dark Side, and one time they encounter something altogether different.

[chonixmulti]

Undercover Love part 2

Summary: Bucky confesses to you about his feelings  Warning: Swearing 

Words: 1152

Part 1 

Gif Credit to @221bshrlocked​

It was the night before you left for the mission. You finished eating dinner with everyone and headed to your room to take a shower and get ready for tomorrow which you weren’t really looking forward to. Honestly you were nervous and a tad excited, you would finally have a chance to talk to Bucky. You watched some tv, trying to fall asleep but you couldn’t from your nerves, so you decided to bake a bit before having to leave. 

You ended up making mocha cake, cheesecake and some cookies. You put all of the baked goods in the fridge, taking a sticky note and writing Here are some baked goods for you all to eat while I’m gone :) sticking it on the counter. You ended up only getting two hours of sleep, since you woke up at 5 am. 

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You grabbed your bags and made your way towards the Quinjet, and said goodbye to your friends. You put your bags down and sat in one of the seats, bouncing your leg from nerves avoiding the gaze that was throwing daggers your way. It made you uncomfortable and nervous. 

“Can you stop that god damn leg bouncing, it’s fucking annoying y/l/n” Bucky yelled your way

“No asshole, you could maybe ask nicely or i don't know just ignore it or are you too easily bothered?” You retorted earning a glare from Bucky

“Fuck you y/l/n, I hope you know that you are a pain in the ass and a bitch” He sneered, you flinched at his tone and choice of words. 

That caught you off guard, he called you Bitch, that was uncalled for, even you didn’t go that far, you never called him a dick, but yet he called you a Bitch. You cringed at the word.

“Screw you! I hate you so much Barnes. God, you infuriate me. I can’t stand you, you think you are so much better than everyone else yet you aren’t. You are a terrible person. Why aren’t you in jail for your crimes, huh, aren’t you the big bad winter sol-” You stopped wide eyed at what you said, noticing the look on his face, he looked hurt and ashamed. 

 “You really think I don’t realize I should be in jail or even dead for my crimes! I’ve hurt so many people, god I honestly wish I never survived that fucking fall from that stupid train. At least no one would hate or fear me.” He shouted, you noticed his voice cracked a bit, which made your heart ache a bit 

“I’m sorry James, I didn’t mean what I said, I took it a bit too far, not a bit, way too far. You aren’t a monster, hell you are a great person towards your friends. Sometimes I’m a bit jealous that they get treated nicely by you” You laughed a bit at the end of your sentence “God I feel terrible” You sighed the last bit, mentally beating yourself up for what you said. The tension just grew thicker in the Quinjet so to avoid saying anything bad to Bucky, you decided to take a nap.

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You arrived at an airport three towns away from your destination, grabbed your things and went into the truck that was provided to you for the time you both were on your mission. The drive was extremely quiet, it was super awkward. You didn’t say a single word in fear you’d make this situation much worse. You could tell he was uncomfortable because he kept fidgeting. You both made eye contact, you bit your lip from uncomfortability, not realizing that Bucky looked at your lips but averting his gaze back to your eyes. 

You had finally arrived at your hotel, you both entered and headed towards the front desk.

“Reservation for Anderson” you said awkwardly.

“Ahh yes mister and misses Anderson. Here’s your room key, your itinerary and the key to the gym/spa. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to call the front desk” The receptionist said

You were confused why you had an itinerary since you were on a mission but the thought quickly left your mind when you walked past the dining hall, you could smell the food which made you super hungry. 

“Bucky, hurry up, I’m starving. Ooo, maybe after dinner, we can check what the itinerary has planned for us. I know the suspect is going to one of those couple massage thingies. So we should definitely go” You said all at once. Bucky turned around and glared at you. If looks could kill.

“Jesus, can you give me one second to get situated in the room? If you haven’t noticed, there’s only one bed and I’m gonna take a wild guess that you don’t want to share a bed, so you’re going to be sleeping on the bed and I’m going to sleep on the couch. Also you can go to the spa or something alone because I’m going to be eating here alone.” He huffed, turning back to what he was doing

“You aren’t sleeping on the couch stupid, also I don’t care that you want to eat alone, we are going to that couple massage so we can meet the suspect and also we need to get intel as well.” you said matter of factly, going through your things, looking for something to wear, that wasn't a dress and some heels. 

“You are literally the most annoying person on the fucking planet. My god, can’t you just leave me the fuck alone!” He snapped, making you flinch which caught him off guard. His eyes widened at seeing you flinch at his outburst. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you scared. I’m sorry I shouted at you.. Umm I'll come with you.” He said shifting under your gaze. 

“It’s alright... I’m sorry I pestered you. I should have let you be. I know you don’t want to be here, I don’t blame you, it’s just we need to do the mission and then we can go back to hating each other.” you looked at him with a small smile.

“I don’t hate you y/n. I could never hate you. I mean god, you are so perfect and anything to get you to speak to me makes me happy. Even you just looking at me makes me happy. I just didn’t want to go because after you were done pretending to like me, I’d have to go back to yearning for you... I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry” Bucky said while fidgeting and looking at the ground to avoid looking at you, in case you’d laugh in his face.  

You looked at him with a smile, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it to reassure him. “Are you saying you like me?” you asked him with a huge smile on your face.

[ao3feed-gav900]

Matricide is A Family Bonding Activity

https://ift.tt/keh8ZiE by Moviemuncher Their mother returns, Connor and Nines are not pleased. Words: 1152, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 10 of DemonNines Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Amanda (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson & Connor, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900, Tina Chen & Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Top Upgraded Connor | RK900, Bottom Gavin Reed, Supernatural Elements, Demon/Human Relationships, Good Parent Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Needs a Hug, Badass Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Badass Upgraded Connor | RK900, Amanda (Detroit: Become Human) Being an Asshole, Love Confessions, Family, Hugs, Smut

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 35, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault

First rewritten reworking 06/24/2023

Second rewritten reworking 10/18/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1152

I went around the faire with my soulmate practically glued to my hip- he constantly had me within arm’s reach and he would grab me at random intervals during the day and just hold me close to him. I just let him be, recognizing the telltale signs of insincerity.

Like right now, for example- I was on the archery range, helping out with lessons. I had banished elderly member Ben from the field, gently bullying him into having an hour long water break and keeping Peter company at the ticket booth.

 I could view Peter out of the corner of my eye as he watched me teach, explaining the ways of the bow to my pupils. I gently corrected the hip posture of one guy and clasped his shoulder, patiently explaining why it was important to keep the hips centered and squared. He nodded before taking up an arrow, nocking it on his bow, taking aim and releasing.

 THUNK

 The arrow thudded in the target, hitting the second ring from the center.

 “Not bad!” I praised, grinning as I corrected his arms, pushing on his shoulder and moving his elbow before taking a step back to let him fire again.

 I caught Peter’s eyes and smiled brightly, not missing the glowering look of jealousy on his face. I remained with my student until he had shot off all his arrows and he pulled me over to talk to his wife as I put the bow that he had used away onto the bow rack.

 “Oh, my, sorry, hold on a minute,” I apologized upon glancing over at the arrow bucket and noticing that we only had four bundles of twelve arrows left. I saw that there was a pause in the lessons so I took a deep breath. “ARROW MONKEYS, COLLECT ARROWS!” I watched as wee Allen and his little sisters jumped up from underneath the table to scamper over onto the field to pull arrows from the targets. I chuckled as Allen followed alongside of Emma and Izzy, taking the arrows that they would hand him, working well together as a team.

 “How far along are you?” asked the woman who I was talking to.

 “About twenty seven and a half weeks,” I answered, smiling at my soulmate as he stood and came up to me. He completely ignored the couple as he wrapped his arms around me and just melted into me. “Hey there, big guy.” He only hummed as he squeezed me tightly. “Are you alright?”

 “I wan’ you,” he confessed in a soft mutter.

 “Peter…” I sighed, turning so that I could press my face into his sternum. “Peter, please listen to me, my love. I will never leave you, or cheat on you. I acknowledge your fears of me dumping you, but please just know that those nightmare will never come true, alright? If anything, I’m terrified that you’re the one who’s going to leave me.”

 “What?” Peter knelt and took my shoulders into his hands. “Sweetheart, never.”

 “You can have your pick of any girl out there, yet you chose me,” I murmured. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m not a virgin? Not technically, I mean- it all depends on how you look at it, but my hymen is torn, long story short.”

 “Sweetheart…” Peter reached up and began to trace my nose with his finger. “I’m not a virgin either- I had my first time when I was nineteen years old with a sixteen year old girl. Does that bother you?”

 “It’s your body.” I turned my head to place a loving kiss into his palm. “You can do as you want, as long as you don’t get a STD or something like that. Besides, you’re twice my age- I’d be impressed if you had gone your entire life without sex, given your job occupation.”

 “Had you had sex since…?” Peter trailed off, looking me in the eye. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as I curled up into him.

 “Mom told me that I would never find someone who’d want me romantically,” I chuckled softly, taking a deep breath of him as my hands gipped onto his green shirt. “And so, I never really bothered with putting myself out there.”

 “She was wrong.” Peter switched from using his finger to his nose, gently tracing my face as puffs of air gently caressed my cheeks. “I do want you romantically. I am so happy I found you, sweetheart. Please never leave me.”

 “Peter,” I sighed, raking my fingers through his hair as I connected our foreheads together. “I’ll never leave you, if you promise to never leave me.”

 “I promise,” he answered automatically, leaning forward to gently kiss me. “I promise that only death will take me away from you, sweetheart.”

 Tears gathered up at my eyes as the thought that Peter would die long before I did crossed my mind. I sniffled, trying to get my emotions under control, but as usual, Peter was too observant.

 “Sweetheart, why the tears?” he wondered, pressing his nose into the crook of my neck. “Come on, talk to me.”

 “You’re going to die long before I do,” I choked, leaning into his strong body and wrapping my arms around him with a whimper. “Peter, I want to live a long and happy life with you.”

 “Fuck,” he muttered, folding his fingers into my loose curls. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. Can you please stop crying?”

 I shook my head as the tears rolled down my cheek. He only sighed, pressing his nose to my cheek before scooping me into his arms and carrying me off towards where he was sleeping in the commons tent.

 He entered the tent and carefully set me onto his borrowed air mattress before laying himself in next to me.

 “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he murmured, placing a hand onto my stomach. “I love you.”

 “I love you, too,” I whispered, closing my eyes and drifting off.

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