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Push him

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Avenger! Bucky Barnes x PR manager! Reader

Summary: When you became Avenger’s PR manager, you basically got your dream job, but one particular man, who had been staring at you every single time you were around, made you wonder whether it was because he hated or liked you.

Word count: 6.8K

Warnings: smut, bucky is obsessed with your short skirts, bucky is recovering, grumpy x sunshine, good friend natasha romanoff, office sex, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names

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The work at the Avengers Tower wasn’t what you expected it to be. Tony Stark found you while you were working for another company a little bit more than a month ago. He was amazed by the way you were dealing with problems, by your charisma, and by your ability to find a common language with everyone. That’s how he knew that he had to have you as his partner and a part of the team.

The next day, you got a call directly from Tony, asking you to quit your job and accept his offer to work as Avenger’s PR manager. It would be an understatement to say that your jaw dropped to the floor when you heard your salary.

He said that you were totally worth it and that working with a group of such different people was not easy, but he was sure that you would be perfect at this. So on that exact day, you decided to take a risk and accept the challenge.

One thing that you hated about your previous job was the strict dress code. It was simply far from your style because you hated wearing the same basic and boring clothes every day. Tony said that it was the last thing that he cared about, and in that building, no one was obligated to wear certain clothes.

You knew that it was your lucky ticket.

He was actually really friendly and funny in person. You talked a lot during your first day while he was showing you all the necessary places in the tower: your office, his lab, common rooms and kitchens, avenger’s rooms, and even a beautiful garden on the roof. By the way, Tony allowed you to decorate your office however you wanted and gave you the number of the person who was responsible for this.

In short, it was perfect.

You were giddy with excitement on your first actual day of work. According to the plan, you had to meet with the Avengers and then arrange a few meetings for Tony.

It felt like you spent hours before your mirror deciding what to wear. Your whole room was a mess, and when you finally completed your look, which consisted of a short black skirt, beige long sleeve and a brown leather jacket on top, it was already time to go.

Everyone in the room heard you before they saw you because of the sound of your heels clicking on the wood floor.

“Don’t tell me that this is our PR manager, Stark.” Black Widow looked you up and down with a smirk on her face. “You look good, hun. Finally, someone with a taste in this boring group of losers, besides me and Wanda, of course.”

“Hi.” You nicely smiled, not ready to get a compliment as soon as you stepped into the room.

“Ohh, she’s also the sweet one.” Another red-headed woman, Wanda, said with a smile.

“You both, shut up.” Tony stood up from the armchair with a pack of chips in one hand and threw the other one over your shoulder. “Want some?” He asked you, showing the food, but you slightly shook your head. “Whatever… Now, you all listen here, this is Y/N; she’s our new PR manager. I stole her from someone because she’s incredibly smart and good at her job. Starting from this moment, she’s going to cover up your asses and organize all this stupid media stuff.” You blushed at his words but were still silent. “So, this is Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Bucky, and Th—wait, you already know them, right?”

“Yeah, of course I do.” You chuckled. “By the way, it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope we can work together, and I will have a chance to be helpful.” You took a look at all the Avengers in the room, and everyone looked at you with a smile except one person, whose eyes sent shivers down your spine.

When you looked at Bucky, you saw that his eyes were scanning your body with an unreadable expression, and you suddenly felt really weird in your short skirt. Your eyes met, and his famous death stare was really quite scary. He didn’t like you? You two were staring at each other for a few seconds, and you believe that the rest of the team noticed it because Steve loudly cleared his throat to get your attention.

He asked you a few questions about you, and Clint and Sam made a few jokes. Everything was fine as you all chatted for a little bit until Tony said that everyone should get ready for tomorrow’s mission, and you too have a lot to do.

You went back to your office only with the thought that, during this whole time, Bucky was staring at you like he wanted to burn a hole in your head.

Later that day, Bucky was sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of already-cold coffee while Steve was making himself dinner. It was quiet besides the sound of the cooking food, or at least Bucky didn’t listen to Steve’s words because he was too deep in his thoughts.

Well, he was mostly thinking about you and his mixed feelings about this interaction. As soon as you walked into the room, you had his whole attention. He couldn’t help but stare at your body, at your open legs, and at your smiley face. He knew that he sounded like a total creep and that it was inappropriate to look at other people this way, but he had never seen women dress this way. Was it normal right now? Was it new fashion trends or something? The only women that he had been interacting with for the past few years were women from Wakanda, and in the tower it was mostly Nat and Wanda, and he had never seen them dress like that. Or, at least, he just didn’t care enough to notice it.

When he saw you today, he felt something in him, and he didn’t like that feeling. It was something new, something that he had never experienced before, but his body became tense and his stomach tightened. It was weird.

“What, you're still trying to process her?” He was distracted from his thoughts by Sam, who came to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge. Bucky looked at him and furrowed his brows when he saw a shitty smirk.

“What the fuck are you talking about? And why are you smiling like an idiot?” Bucky growled.

“Because you’re thinking about Y/N.” His words caught Steve’s attention, and he came closer.

“That’s why you two were staring at each other like that?” Steve said this while drying his hands with a towel. “Do you like her? I think she seems cute.”

“No, I don’t. She just looks... different.”

“Oh, the old man got excited by the beautiful woman and her short skirt.” Sam’s smile got even wider as he started teasing Bucky. “You know, I wanted to ask her out, but I can take a step back if you like her.” He leaned on the table so he could get under Bucky’s skin even more.

“I do not like her.”

“So you’re okay if I ask her out? Maybe I should go to her office right now.” Sam pretended like he was really thinking about this.

“Sam...” Steve said.

“You both are just getting on my fucking nerves.” Bucky’s chair almost fell to the floor when he angrily stood up. “Do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care about you or her.” With these words, he stormed out of the room, and Sam started to laugh out loud.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” Steve shook his head like a disappointed mother whose kids always fight.

“That was fun, and maybe it’ll push him to ask her out. She’s hot, but not my type; I’m just trying to help this idiot.”

You have been working with the Avengers for over a month now. This work was literally a dream from any angle. You were making a lot of money, doing the job that you really liked, and found a lot of close friends.

Almost everyone on the team was very close to you. Natasha and Wanda were particularly your best friends. Sam was the funniest person you’ve ever met, and he always found time to tease you or to make a compliment. Bruce and Clint were like your uncles—a little bit old and annoying, but always with a piece of advice for you. A few times, you and Steve met at the gym when you came to work too early, so he was happy to train with you. Who would’ve thought that Captain America himself would teach you how to throw a punch?

The only pain in your ass was Bucky Barnes. Well, to be fair, he didn’t do anything. You’re not even sure that you heard his voice. He was always just staring. Any time that you came to the room and he was there, you either saw him from the corner of your eyes or felt his burning gaze on your back.

To this day, you had no problems with your job. You organized a few interviews for Tony and Steve, talked to the newspapers and magazines, and held some meetings, but right now, sitting on your white chair, you felt weirdly nervous.

Bucky had to come here any minute to talk about a recent accident. Apparently, he almost knocked out someone on the street. All the press and news sources were taking advantage of the situation and using loud headlines to cast a shadow on Bucky and get more views. “The Winter Soldier is back?”. “The Winter Soldier almost killed an innocent man on the street.”

It has been the biggest topic on the internet for the past few hours. Most of the people were furious and wrote too many inappropriate and rude things. So you asked FRIDAY to call Bucky so you could know the whole situation and give comments to the press as soon as possible.

You started thinking about what you should do, or, to be more honest, how to behave around Bucky, because a few days ago two red-headed women that you now considered your best friends assured you that he is in love with you and just doesn't know what to do with it.

You told them everything about his weird actions—that he always looked at you, checked your clothes, and stayed silent. Natasha and Wanda just looked at each other with smirks on their faces.

“Why are you looking at each other like that?” You arched an eyebrow and crossed your hands across your chest.

“Please, don't tell me that you don't understand his behavior.” Natasha looked at you and sipped her coffee.

Well, I wouldn’t have asked you if I knew the reason.”

“Honey, he lust likes you and thinks that you’re hot. You remember that he’s actually an old man, right? Women from his time didn’t dress like that, and you look really sexy.” Wanda’s words made Nat nod her head as you looked weirdly at both of them.

“That’s bullshit, Wanda. This can’t be true. I'm sure that he just doesn’t like me and thinks that I look too revealing. Or he just hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time.”

“Some time ago, I came to the kitchen at like 2 a.m. just in my lingerie because I thought everyone was asleep. Barnes was sitting there with a book, and you know what? He just said “Hi” and didn’t even look at me again while I was making a sandwich. And when he sees you, he just can’t take his eyes away and stares like an idiot.”

You stayed silent, thinking about the girls' words, because everything seemed pretty reasonable.

“And what should I do?”

“I don’t know, seduce him or something.” Natasha just casually said it, and your eyebrows flew to your hairline.

“Wait, do you like him?” Wanda asked you, and Natasha huffed like it was obvious.

“I mean… he’s beautiful. I didn’t have a chance to talk to him, but Steve and Sam love him, and I trust their opinion.” You stopped trying to put together your thoughts. “To be honest, sometimes I think about the fact that he’s probably one of the hottest people I’ve ever seen. When we studied history at school, all the girls fell in love with America's Boy, and I with his best friend.”

“Then don’t wait. Just give him some hints, because I swear, for the ladies’ man, he’s too slow.” Natasha’s words made you smile. “Try to get closer to him; I don’t know, flash him with your boobs and look at the reaction. Push him a little bit. He’ll break.”

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump out of your chair.

“Come in.” You said this as you stood up and fixed your white dress and cardigan.

Bucky came probably to the lightest and most cozy room in the whole tower. A lot of white and pastel colors, comfy sofa and armchairs, and paintings on the wall. And in the middle of this was you—always perfectly looking, in heels, in a too-short dress, and with a smile on your face. He couldn't stop himself from looking at the smooth skin of your legs. It’s probably so soft...

“Em– Hi.” You awkwardly stood while his eyes were scanning your body. He didn’t answer; he just nodded. “So I think that we can sit there, it’s more comfortable.” You wave your hand at the sofa with a fluffy cover on it. “Do you want anything? Tea, coffee, water, soda?” Bucky just shook his head while he was trying to comfortably sit with a frown on his face.

You deeply inhaled while trying to be a professional. You didn’t know what was wrong with this man, but his behavior started to get on your nerves.

“Bucky, we can’t work together if you keep ignoring me. You can say if you don’t like something, because I don’t want to be on bad terms with anyone.” You sat across from him and crossed your legs.

“I don’t know what I should say.” His deep voice filled the room. Bucky took a pillow that was lying near him and started playing with the fringe. “I feel weird when I’m around you, and I don’t like it. I have thoughts that I shouldn’t have.” His eyes scanned your body once again, and you wondered if he was talking about what you thought.

“Can I do something to change it?”

“No.” He deeply inhaled. “It’s my own problem, and it’s not your job to try to fix it. Anyway, why am I here?”

“I think you know why. I need to ask you about the recent incident because I have a meeting with the press in less than an hour, and I have to give them a good reason why you did that. People didn’t take all that information too well.” You saw that Bucky sadly smiled and looked you directly in the eyes, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “So, tell me what’s happened.”

“You know that whatever you say won’t change people’s opinions about me, right? No one forgave me, and they’re still looking for a chance to call me a murderer.” He tried to hide behind a smile, but you saw everything written in his eyes. Bucky hurt himself with his own words.

“I understand how you feel about this whole situation, but we should address all those rumors because things might get worse.” You leaned on your knees with your hands, and Bucky’s eyes immediately fell on your boobs.

Push him a little bit. He’ll break.

You tried to hold back a smirk.

“Fuck.” He mumbled. “ I– um– I was walking from the coffee shop to the tower. It was another busy street with hundreds of people, but I still didn’t expect someone to touch me. That man jumped on my back or something, and my instincts just worked. I threw him over myself on the ground and put a hand on his throat. Turned out he wanted to take a picture. But I panicked because there are many people who want to take revenge and who might want to do it literally any second. I’m always ready for this.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but you could hear the pain in his voice.

You felt deeply sorry for the man before you. Even if he was cold and acted weird around you, you knew that it was his way to protect himself. After everything he came through, you couldn’t blame him.

“Do you still go to the therapist?” You gently asked.

“Yes, two times a week.” Bucky nervously ran his right hand through his hair while still holding your pillow in the metal one.

“Okay, that’s good; I can work with this information.” You nodded and reached for your journal on the coffee table. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Bucky. I really appreciate it. I’ll do my best to convince people that it was not your fault, okay?”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Bucky stood up, carefully putting your pillow in its place, and left your office without another word, while you were sitting there with a smile.

Maybe the girls were right.

After that day, everything between you and Bucky became even weirder. Yes, he wasn’t totally silent now, and you’ve got a few “Hi”, but his stares felt different.

It was like you two were playing some kind of game. Since you knew that he didn’t actually hate you, you tried to do as Natasha and Wanda said—get his attention and push more. And God, you loved that game.

Almost every day you found an opportunity or excuse to see him in common rooms or in the corridors of the Tower, and you made sure that Bucky noticed you. You wore tighter clothes, walked right past him, and looked at him with a smile. You knew that it was working because a few times Bucky just suddenly left the room while he was mumbling something.

It was almost 8 p.m., but you were still working on schedule for the next week. There was some kind of charity event, and Tony required you to convince everyone to go there because more Avengers can attract more sponsors and money. As always, Bucky was the one who refused to go there. He simply sees no reason for him to be there, and he doesn’t want to be there alone because he knows that Captain America will be the biggest star, and such a social butterfly as Sam will leave him in a second.

You decided that it would be better to talk to Bucky in person, but you didn’t want to lose a chance to get his attention, so you went by yourself instead of asking FRIDAY.

You looked in the small mirror to check your makeup and hair and went straight to where you knew Bucky was spending his evening. As you walked in a dark room filled with only light from the TV, you saw Sam and Steve sitting on the couch and Bucky on the armchair near them. You quietly walk to him and just casually sit on the armrest. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and you heard that the chewing from the boys stopped. Bucky had no choice but to put his metal arm on your lower back.

“I need you in my office. You have to talk about the next charity event. Could you please give me some of your time?” You quietly asked and lowered yourself closer to him. Bucky was just staring at you for a few seconds, but then slightly nodded.

Bucky followed you to your office, not without getting smirks from the boys,and then stood near your table with his hands in his pockets.

“Don’t you want to sit?” You said and stepped closer to him.

“No.”

“Um– okay.” You took the papers from your table and stood in front of Bucky. “So, you know that there is going to be a charity event, and I’m responsible for getting all the Avengers there, and you are one of them.”

“I’m not going, I already told Tony.” He just shrugged.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not needed there. I’m not an actual hero, people have no interest in me, especially when there will be Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor, you know? Plus, I have no interest in sitting alone the whole night.” You saw that Bucky tried to be casual about it, but he just put salt on his own wound.

“Don’t say that, Bucky. There are people who want to see you there, you have a lot of fans. You know, I’m going there too, so if you don't mind, we can–”

“What game are you playing with me?” He interrupted you. Bucky straightened his shoulders, which made him look even bigger, and started moving closer to you, putting you in a trap between him and your desk.

“W– what do you mean?” You couldn't control your body as you started to tremble a little bit from the power that this man had. As soon as you bumped into the table, his hands landed on both sides of you, and his face was right in front of yours.

“Don’t act clueless, Y/N. I see what you’re doing.” He stopped for a second, studying your face. “You know, I tried to convince myself that you do all of this by accident, but now I’m sure that you’re just playing your little game. Am I right, doll?” You two were staring at each other, and you felt almost nauseous from different emotions.

He was so fucking beautiful up close. Piercing blue eyes, pink lips, and light stubble You know why many women thought that James Barnes was charming. If he had more confidence, he would’ve been unstoppable.

Your eyes slowly shifted lower to his arms and chest as you remained silent. He was big, with well-trained muscles that were seen through the tight black t-shirt. Both arms were stretched near you, so you had a really good opportunity to look at the smooth tanned skin and beautiful dark vibranium. You felt how your lower stomach tightened just from the thought of getting those pretty hands on your body…

You were pulled out of your head by a sudden movement of Bucky’s hand, which gripped your face and pushed your lips together. He was obviously dominating in the kiss, as if he were desperate to taste you. The tip of his tongue brushed over your lips, asking for entrance, which you happily gave him. The moan came out of you when Bucky moved away and looked you in the eyes, still holding your face.

“This whole fucking time I thought that I was a creep for looking at you, but now I know that you did everything on purpose, doll.” His eyes moved between your eyes and mouth. “All these short skirts and dresses that almost showed me everything underneath it, all these innocent smiles and looks... You did it to tease me?”

“Not at first...” You mumbled. “But you were acting so weird, and girls said that you liked me and just didn’t know what to do. I wanted to find out whether it was true or not.”

“Fuck, if I knew earlier that this was your plan, I would’ve bent you over the nearest surface, baby.” Bucky moved a little closer, brushing his lips over yours. “Do you know how fucking hot and gorgeous you are? I haven’t felt that way in many, many years. Just wanna kiss you and make you mine.”

“And what’s stopping you from this, Sargent?” You asked with a smile and moved your hand to the back of his neck to gently play with the baby hairs.

“You’re gonna be my death, doll face.” He mumbled before leaning closer and kissing you again.

This time, you started to touch each other's bodies. Bucky’s warm and cold hands landed on your thighs, playing with the hem of the skirt and rubbing your soft skin after he lifted you up a little bit and helped you sit on the table, staying in between your legs. Your own hands were moving up and down his broad chest, discovering all of his muscles.

“Bucky…” You whined into the kiss when his finger brushed against the edge of your already wet panties.

“Tell me.” Bucky moved away from your swollen lips and left a path of kisses down your neck. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He sucked a sensitive spot under your ear, which made you moan.

“I don’t know. Just do anything, please.” You both breathed heavily. You felt like you were too hot; your lower stomach ached, and your underwear was soaking wet. Bucky was looking at you with such lust in his eyes that you wanted him to destroy you.

“Lay back.” He ordered you as one of his hands went higher under your skirt and slid your black lace panties down your legs. You didn’t miss how Bucky shoved him into the back pocket of his jeans with a smirk on his face.

You quickly followed his instructions and just threw all the papers from our table on the floor. You’ll regret it later, but now you don't care. The sudden move of Bucky's metal arm grabbed and pulled your shirt, and all the buttons scattered on the floor, making you gasp in disbelief.

“Bucky! It was expensive.”

“Sorry, I’ll buy you whatever you want, I promise. But now I need to see you all.” He growled and fell to his knees before you. “Fuck, doll, such a pretty pussy. I’m gonna make a mess with her.”

Bucky’s hands grabbed both of your legs and threw them over his shoulders. He dragged your skirt higher, not wanting to take it off of you. His head fell on your right legs as he left a few kisses on your sensitive skin.

“Bucky please! Don’t tease me!” You desperately whined.

“I need a moment to appreciate both of you. I haven’t done it since the 40's, you know that?”

You wanted to say something, but his mouth on your most delicate part of your body left you speechless and made you grab his hair. Bucky’s tongue was gentle at first, just to get a taste of you and tease you a little bit. His tongue started to play with your clit, circling it and applying different pressures to find out what made your body twitch. It looked like he was enjoying it too; you felt deep grunts escaping his mouth as he was trying to catch every drop that came out of you.

Your loud moans filled the room as Bucky found the perfect place and made motions that made you see stars. A hand in his hair tightened even more when you felt one of his fingers at your entrance.

“M-hm, so wet and tight for me.” He pulled away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers came in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were firmly glued to your pussy, which was trying to get more, and his mouth opened a little bit at the sight. “Taking my fingers like a good girl.” Bucky attacked you with his mouth again. This time he was licking your folds, mixing his saliva with your juices. When the feeling of his nose touching your bundle of nerves came through your whole body, you gripped Bucky’s dark locks even harder, particularly trying to ride his face, and he had to put his metal hand on your hips so you wouldn’t move.

Your body tensed when he curled his fingers right on your g-spot, sucking your clit like a hungry man.

“Bucky—fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You whined with tears running down your face.

A few more movements of his magical mouth, and you fell over the edge. Your legs tightened around his head, tingles went all over your body, and the loudest moan mixed with Bucky’s name came out of you as you were riding on the wave of your orgasm.

Bucky didn’t stop, though.

He made sure to lick every drop that came out of you, to the point that you had to beg him to stop because you were too sensitive.

“That was—“ You were trying to catch a breath. “That was the best orgasm I've ever had, oh my god. If you did it for the first time in like seventy years, I can’t imagine what you can do with practice.”

Bucky dragged you up by your neck, so you would be at the same level with him. His hand moved your hips closer to the edge of the table, and you felt how hard he was through those jeans.

“I can practice whenever you’ll allow me, doll.” He put his warm hand on your face to kiss you. The taste of your own release on his tongue made you moan.

“Need you inside of me, please.” Your hands automatically started to pull up his shirt, but he stopped you.

“We don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to.”

You were silent for a few seconds. “Why wouldn’t I want to take your shirt off?”

“You know, my arm and scars...”

“Do you really think that I care about it?” You left a few kisses on his cheek. “I think that your arm is hot, by the way, and I want to feel your skin on mine, Sarge.” It was enough for Bucky to pull off his shirt and stay before you half-naked.

Your hands moved to trace every muscle, every birthmark, and every scar on his chest, and you felt that this moment was so intimate, especially because of Bucky’s stare. He looked at you with such adoration and softness that you wanted to melt.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He mumbled and kissed you with even more passion.

Bucky ripped off the rest of your shirt and quickly took off your matching black bra, gripping your breasts with both hands and taking your left nipple in his hot mouth.

You dug nails into Bucky’s back as he was sucking and licking your nipples, leaving them wet in the cold air. It felt good. So fucking good—his mouth was truly amazing. But the emptiness inside of you was almost painful, and you were clenching around nothing.

“Bucky! Sarge, please, I need you.” You almost cried and dragged his head by the hair back to your mouth.

“Baby, baby, wait– “ His hot breath was touching your lips, but he stopped your hands, which were unbuckling his belt. “Baby, I don’t have a condom. Fuck, do you have one?”

“We don’t have to use it... I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.” Your legs wrapped tighter around Bucky’s waist and put him closer to your naked core. He swore that he could feel your heat through his jeans and boxers.

“Fuck, I love twenty-first century... I’m clean too, can’t even catch a disease with this serum shit.”

His words were like a green light to you. You didn’t want to wait even a second more. So you just took off his pants with such speed and impatience that it made Bucky chuckle. With the last movement, all of his clothes were on the floor, and you sat on your table, frozen because of the sight before you.

Bucky’s thick and perfectly long dick was the best fucking thing that you’ve ever seen. Pink and a little bit curled to his abdomen. Your mouth watered just thinking about tasting it. Or how well he’ll stretch you out. You didn’t even notice how your mouth opened a little bit, and you unconsciously wrapped your hand around him.

“You’re gonna destroy me, Bucky.” You mumbled, to which you heard only a deep chuckle. Your eyes moved back to Bucky’s smiley face.

“I hope so.”

Two different hands landed on your thighs again, spreading and lifting them up. You both looked down at where his cock almost touched your bare folds, and the first contact made you moan loudly. Bucky took the base of his cock, giving himself a few pumps, and moved the tip up and down your pussy, moving easily because of the mixture of your juices.

You grabbed his forearm and whined at the action.

“Ready, doll?” He was trying to be tough and strong, but you saw how he nervously licked his lips, the tremble of his flesh hand, and the tension in his abdomen. But you still vigorously nodded.

It was different from everything you’ve ever experienced. He was big but tried to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to hurt you. He only pushed a few inches, but you already wanted to cry from all the feelings inside of you. Pain mixed with extreme pleasure.

Bucky was trying so hard to control his motions and go slow, but God, it wasn’t easy. From the first touch of his cock, it felt like he had gone to heaven. He knew that sex was good, he remembers it, but the feeling of you and your warm body that so gracefully greeted him inside made him feral. Bucky felt such a need to kiss you that it was almost painful, especially when your swollen lips were a few inches away from his.

He leaned in closer to your lips, but it made him slip deeper into you, which made you both loudly moan into each other's mouths.

“Fuck– doll, you’re so warm and tight, oh my god.” Bucky mumbled as the grip on your hips became harder. It’ll probably leave bruises, but you didn’t care.

The feeling of him inside of you was overwhelming. He was so deep and stretched you just the way that you wanted, and you almost cried from pleasure.

“Please, Bucky, please move!”

His hips slightly moved once, and it felt like his mood instantly changed. You were suddenly pushed back on your table, and your legs, still in heels, were thrown on Bucky’s shoulders. His metal hand stayed on your thigh, and the other one fell on your stomach to push your skirt higher on your waist.

“All dressed up for me, baby.” He started slowly moving, burying his cock deep inside, and then leaving only the tip to tease you. “You know how long I wanted to do that, huh? Bend you over and just fuck the shit out of you until you can’t say anything except for my name.”

“Bucky– Sarge, please go faster. Just fuck me, do whatever you want.” You were desperate, yes. But you couldn't help but beg, because you really needed him to keep his promise and fuck the shit out of you.

You reached for his hand on your stomach and interlaced your fingers together.

“If you keep calling me that, I won’t last too long, doll.” His thrusts became harder and faster as your body moved up and down on your table.

Bucky was looking at your drunk-looking face with a slightly open mouth because you couldn’t keep your moans quiet. Your hair was deshiveled, your skin glimmered with sweat, and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“So beautiful, baby.” Bucky murmured, fucking you harder. The room was filled with loud noises from slapping skin and moans. “You love it when I talk to you like that, huh? Want me to tell you what a good girl you are?” His words definitely did something to you, and you unconsciously tightened around him. “Almost choking my cock, baby, fu-u-ck.”

“Mhm, Sargent, I’m so full of you.” You couldn’t see straight as the tip of his head pressed at the perfect spot with every thrust, it was too much and not enough at the same time.

The wet kisses on the inner side of your thigh sent shivers down your whole body when Bucky started to suck tender skin. His rough movement didn’t stop for a moment, and you knew that your orgasm was getting closer. The warm feeling in your belly slowly became bigger. It was hard for you to cum from sex, but Bucky did it so fast and without even touching your clit.

“C’mon, doll face. I feel ‘ya. Feel how your perfect little pussy is squeezing me. Cum with me, baby, cum on my cock.” His movements were still rough and confident, but you felt the slightest change in the way he was looking at you, how his body trembled a little bit, and the prettiest quiet noises escaped his mouth as Bucky was coming to his own end.

You were completely lost in your pleasure, with strong arms on your body and Bucky’s hard cock that was completely destroying you, so when fingers on your clit started to move in circles, your body slightly jolted up from your table.

“Bucky, Bucky, please—ohmygod, I’m coming!” You cried out loud and grabbed the hard wood under your arms.

“O-oh, fuck, doll, cum with me, please. Yes, squeeze my cock harder, make a mess. ‘M gonna cum.” With the last few pushes of his dick inside of you and movements of the fingers, you both fell from your heights, and the room filled with loud moans of pleasure. The feeling of his hot seed on your walls almost made you faint.

Bucky fell down on your body as your leg slipped from his shoulder. Two strong arms wrapped around you, and Bucky’s face nuzzled into your neck. You don’t know how long you two stayed silent, trying to catch a breath, while your hands gently rubbed Bucky’s back.

When he finally lifted himself up with a metal arm near your face on the table, the look in his eyes sent millions of butterflies to your stomach.

“I don’t even know what to say…” He chuckled and cupped your face with his right hand. “You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”

“Even when my makeup, my hair, and my clothes are completely destroyed?” You playfully arched an eyebrow and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers on your hot skin.

“Well, I did it, and I’m satisfied with it. You still look so hot, especially with my dick still inside of you.”

“Bucky!”

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m serious, though. Will you let me take you on a date? Maybe yesterday for lunch or for dinner after work?” His eyes had this little bit of doubt, and you couldn’t stop your wide smile because he was really thinking that you would say “no” after that.

“I will be glad to go out with you, Buck.” You dragged his face closer and gave him the sweetest kiss you could.

Bucky moved away, gently slipping out of you, and you hissed at the empty feeling. He helped you stand up on your shaking legs and handed you your clothes.

“Fuck, you completely destroyed my clothes.” You said as you were standing in front of the mirror. “How will I go home?”

“You can stay in my room.” Bucky came closer to you and helped you make your blouse look more presentable, even without buttons.

“Really?”

“Of course, doll. Just hold your shirt in case we bump into someone in the corridor, but I think everyone is already in their rooms.” Bucky finished dressing up, and you saw your underwear sticking out of his pocket.

“Don’t you want to give me my panties?”

“Na-ah, you’ll have to walk with me dripping out of you.” He gave you a cocky smile and turned all the lights off before wrapping his arm around you and leading you into the hall.

It was completely empty, but the second that you stepped out of the elevator, you saw Bucky’s best friends looking at you. All of you were looking at each other for a few seconds before Sam started hysterically laughing.

“You owe me fifty bucks, idiot!” He said to Steve, who was as red as a tomato. “Good job, Buckaroo, but I really thought that we were gonna ask her on a date first.”

“Fuck off, Willson.” Bucky growled, protectively stepping forward to protect you from their looks.

“Okay, okay, relax, no one’s touching your girl.” He said with a cocky smile on his face. “Let’s go, Steve. You’re too innocent to look at things like this.” Sam took his friend and led him in another direction.

“Asshole.” Bucky growled.

“Everything is okay, Buck, let’s go.” You stepped closer to his room, but he was still standing in his place. “I have to take a shower. Will you come with me, or will you stand here the whole night?” You smirked.

It was everything he needed to finally get closer to you, scoop you into his arms, and carry you into his room to the sound of laughter, which soon turned into moans.

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James and His Damned Owl

James Potter x gn!muggle!reader

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Mentions of food/eating, mentions of alcohol, ornithophobia

Summary: Having a wizard boyfriend is strange to say the least. While it certainly has its perks, it also has its quirks… In particular, you’re not very much a fan of the magic world’s choice in pets.

Author’s Note: So you know how this type of fanfic is called self-insert, well this is the most self-insert fic I’ve ever written. Reader is me, I am a reader. BIRDS ARE SCARY, okay?! Anyways, this fic is the silliest one I’ve written so far and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy :)

Having a boyfriend who is a wizard is strange in a number of ways. Truthfully, when James first confessed his secret to you a few weeks ago, you laughed right in his face. It wasn’t until he pulled out his wand and literally started doing magic in front of you that you believed him. It’s safe to say you were in shock, and you’re not quite sure that feeling has faded yet. After James gave you a day or two to process the news, his magic usage around you went from 0 to 100. More times than you’d like to count, your mischievous boyfriend has scared the ever-loving shit out of you by randomly appearing in your home or on the street out of thin air. Now too, instead of walking or driving to your house like a normal person, James will randomly tumble out of your fireplace in a burst of green flames. Not only did you nearly die on the spot the first time it happened, but you’ve since bitched to James many times about how the soot he tracks in is ruining your very nice rug.

The moving pictures he has gives you the creeps, you find it laughable that he prefers using a quill and ink to a pen, and your head swarms every time James mentions some spell, potion, or magical creature whose name sounds like complete and utter gibberish.

But, despite your groans and whining, you do really think that James being a wizard is super cool. Like a child seeing a magician, you’re constantly begging your boyfriend to do different things with his magic so you can ooh and aah over them. When you found out James is an ani- animungal? Anamatronic?- the thing where you can turn into an animal, you were even more ecstatic. Admittedly, you may have once or twice begged James to assume his deer form so that you could ride on his back through the woods like some Disney princess probably would.

Magic has its perks too outside of your own personal entertainment. For example, now, instead of having to do dishes when one of the two of you cook dinner, a flick of James’ wand has them cleaning themselves. Other chores are now taken care of similarly, leaving you with a lot more free time to be with your lovely boyfriend.

This evening is one perfect example. After getting off work, you were surprised to find James waiting outside your office, a bouquet of pretty pink flowers in hand. The evening sun rested lovingly on his peaceful face so that his brown skin seemed to actually glow. It was a wonderful surprise and your trip back to his flat was much more pleasant than usual- defined by clasped hands swinging between you and teasing conversation.

The night only seemed to get better when you arrived at James’ place and were met with the delicious smell of garlic and pasta. The table was set nicely, and your two plates were already prepared, kept warm by the wonders of magic.

Things were perfect. Maybe a little too much so.

******

When you and James finish dinner, he stands and grabs your plates. Usually, you would protest- claiming that whoever didn’t cook has to do dishes- but you know magic will take care of it all. James then kisses you quick before taking a trip to the bathroom.

As you’re sitting at the kitchen table still, reveling in your full belly and nursing your glass of wine, your peace is rudely disrupted. With it being pleasantly warm out this evening, James had left the windows open. This seemed like a great idea until now- when a big brown owl comes swooping into the kitchen.

While anyone would surely be startled by the bird’s random appearance, you are especially so because you’re terrified of birds. The bloodcurdling scream you let out is akin to someone who is dying- but in your mind is appropriate for the situation at hand. A string of curses leave your mouth as you jump up and hesitantly back away from the owl perched on one of the kitchen chairs. You grope for the counter behind you, never taking your eye off the owl as you maneuver around the island to hide behind it.

Of course, your scream has resulted in a panicked James and shouts of your name. He comes barreling into the kitchen in only his shirt and boxers, wand at the ready. He whips his head around, looking for you and the supposed threat that caused you to scream. He calls your name again and your head pops up from behind the counter.

“Lovey? What is it?” He asks anxiously.

You whimper a little and, with a shaky hand, point at the big bird across the room. When James sees what you’re pointing at, he visibly relaxes and lowers his wand.

“Oh, him? That’s just Hootie,” he tells you casually, “Probably should’ve mentioned I have a pet owl.”

You stare at him in complete and utter shock then shrilly squeal, “How’d you forget to mention that you have a pet owl?!!”

James shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and places his wand on the counter, walking towards you, “Well, I guess I didn’t really think too much about it. It’s very common in the magic world to have one, so I didn’t consider that it’d be abnormal. It’s just like having a dog in the muggle world.”

You don’t respond with any English, instead sputtering anxiously.

James crouches beside you, “So are you going to come out now? There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You shake your head no aggressively and shrink into his side, “No way, Jamie. Birds are terrifying- with their big beaks and beady eyes. And who knows what diseases they carry- no offense.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arm around you and soothingly rubs your side, “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you’re afraid of birds.”

“Oh yes, very. Have been since I was five and a bird pooped on me at the zoo.”

You don’t miss the chuckle and small smirk on James’ face and huff, pulling away.

“It’s not funny Jamie! It’s a real fear!”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is a real fear. But it’s an irrational one, you know.”

You huff again and roll your eyes, grumbling under your breath. James then stands and stretches out his hands, “Here, why don’t you come meet Hootie and see birds aren’t all so bad.”

You hesitantly take his hand and stand. You slowly walk out from behind the counter and only make it a few steps before the damned bird shifts, ruffling its feathers.

You squeal again and let go of James’ hand, this time hiding behind his broad frame, “I don’t think I can do this Jamie.”

He turns around and looks at you softly before pulling you into a tight hug. You relax a little against his chest, but your eyes never leave the owl over his shoulder, “I believe in you, lovey. Why don’t you let me go first, to show you that Hootie won’t hurt you, and then we can try together, yeah?”

You hesitantly reply with an okay.

James lets go of you and turns around. He walks over to the brown owl easily and coos a little, petting its back softly as it nuzzles into his touch. The owl then juts its head out, seeming to be waiting for something. James, apparently, knows what this means, and reaches behind him to grab some sort of pellet out of the cabinet and feed it to the bird.

“Okay, sweetheart. Now why don’t you come over and give Hootie a pet.”

He walks over and grabs your hand. Your smaller one fits into his nicely and you grip onto it with a death-grip. The two of you slowly make your way over to the owl and stand beside it. You sort of half stand behind James while still holding his hand. Fingers intertwined, James slowly starts moving your joint arms out, “Ready?

You very slightly shake your head and then your palm makes connection with the soft feathers of Hootie. The bird stares at you with its big eyes and, like it did for James, nuzzles into your touch.

Some of the tension in your shoulders eases a little and you decide that maybe birds aren’t so bad.

As you pull away, James squeezes your hand gently, “See? You did it. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Just as you’re beginning to feel proud of yourself too, the owl shuffles a little and rotates its head 180, so it’s no longer staring at you. The range of motion it has terrifies you and you scream again, running down the hall away from James and his damned owl.

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OUTLAW (1)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU/ Wild West (it’s giving Red Dead Redemption)

New Fanfic for ATEEZ boys. I got no clue yet if it’s gonna be mature quite possibly but we get there when we get there. For now, I’ll be giving warning here if there is a chance of those things. Please enjoy!

You worked in your family's Inn, attending to the patrons who came and went. The Illusion Inn was built by your grandfather when he had left his hometown in search of work. This was back when the town was barely putting in the cobblestone roads and better infrastructures. When the revolution started hitting closer, the Inn was the first one to house all the workers who were coming to better the city. 

Now though, it wasn’t often that people would stay longer than a day or two, they were only traders moving along to sell their things. You had the select few who had some jobs to do in the area and stayed for longer, but most often than not the hotel always had at least one room open. 

It made working there a lot easier for you seeing as you had three other siblings ranging in age from 20 to 6. The eldest were all placed to work around in some capacity which made the load that much easier to handle. Since being the oldest you were told to manage the front desk as well as the bar while your father was busy handing out drinks to the men who were often seen coming in just for alcohol. 

Being a waitress for the saloon part of the hotel meant you got to meet people of all kinds of class. As well as stories from different parts of the country. Each patron came in with outlandish stories about their journey by horse to Cromer or the gangs they met along the way. 

It was the time in history where so many people found it easier to steal and kill for things rather than do work themselves. Everyone was struggling to some extent. No one was safe from poverty when it came to building a society that was barely starting. 

“I think the outlaw is moving this way,” Some man spoke to your father behind the bar counter. “I heard he shot up a bar in Sharpstown. You better be careful with your family.”

Your father met your eyes as you placed a tray full of empty glasses on the bar. You carried on with your work though, moving to clean the cups you had just cleaned up. 

It was hard to miss the large wanted poster that was plastered nearly on every building in town. The bold Dead or Alive really caught everyone's attention. While it wasn’t uncommon to find a wanted poster of someone, it was rare to have the government want them dead or alive. You must have done something extreme to reach that point. 

“Don’t worry about me, John.” Your father told the man politely. “I’ve seen plenty of outlaws come and go here. You just have to know what to serve them.”

You pursed your lips to keep from giggling at your father. You moved around him to get some empty bottles of liquor before going back to pick up more dirty dishes. It was a rather tame day due to being the middle of the week, so the saloon of the Inn wasn’t really packed. It was easy to forget about the outlaw and his travels.

It was around the time the saloon closed for the night and your younger siblings had all gone to bed that things seemed to change within the air. Your mother was moving things around inside preparing to lock the door for the night, when the sound of horses caught both of your attention. 

You saw your mother pause at the door, moving the stopper to hold it open herself. She spoke some words to someone outside before moving to allow them room to enter. You were quick to put the cash from the day into a box, locking it to keep the two men from seeing just how much you actually had. 

There were two of them, their styled boots hitting the wood flooring with a loud stomp. When they had walked through the threshold, they immediately glanced around the area, assessing the place. 

You weren’t one to shy away from your opinion on people. As a child you would oftentimes get in trouble because you would openly make faces at people. As you grew older and started working with the patrons of the inn you learned how to be more subtle about it. So while these men assessed the inn you took the moment to assess them. 

The tallest one walked ahead of the other, seemingly messing with the bands around his wrists. He only took a glance around the lobby before heading in your direction with purpose. He had a slim face with high cheekbones. The clothes he wore were meant to withstand the weather. He was decked out in leather and cowboy boots.

The other however walked with his shoulders squared, eyes moving about in search of something he might not like. Unlike the tall man, this one had a more stern expression on his face, he looked mature. He wore just about the same clothing as the other, however his pants seemed to stretch over thighs a bit tighter. 

It was especially hard to miss the police badges on their chest as you eyed them up. When they reached you, you had to look up as the man spoke to you first. 

“We would like a room.” He told you. 

The Inn was technically closed for the night so you couldn’t give them a room until the morning. You glanced at your mother first, the woman giving you a nod.

“Just one?” You asked, glancing behind him to his partner. 

“Just one. With two beds if possible.” He didn’t dare to move his eyes from you as you stared him down. 

He didn’t speak more on the subject, but you knew he was coming up with conclusions on his own about the place he had just entered. It left a bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach to think this person would assume you or your family would bring harm to anyone. Maybe you would if threatened. 

“(Y/N).” Your mother cleared her throat. ���Please give these kind officers the room in the back.”

“Of course.” You told her, moving along to get the key you needed. 

“Follow me.” You told them, not waiting to see if they had listened. You could hear their boots clicking on the floor so you knew they had. 

The room was on the first floor towards the back of the Inn. With the building stationed on closer to the outer limits of the town, the view from the windows was of the meadows and neighborhoods. Your grandfather had chosen the area to make it easier for travelers who came by horse or foot to find rest faster. Your home wasn’t that far, which meant oftentimes you all would walk back for a rest. 

“I am the attendant for the night.” You told them in a rehearsed voice. “Should you need anything, I will be in the front.”

With that you immediately left the room and back towards the front with a shiver going down your spine. They weren’t dangerous men from what you could feel, but they still left you with an uneasy feeling.

“I’m going to head home now.” Your mother told you. “Be careful. You know where the gun is.”

It wasn’t the first time it was your turn to take over the night shift. When your parents deemed you old enough to attend to the hotel alone, they took rest and shifted the load. There were other employees as well but they still put you down as someone to watch over the inn. Besides, compared to others they trusted you a bit more. 

It was midnight when you had finished going over the inventory and had decided to go to sleep in the backroom for the night shift worker. Before taking a nap though, you made your rounds around the inn to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary. 

As you passed the two police officers bedroom, there was some shuffling heard but not enough to cause suspicion. Maybe they had still been awake. You shrugged your shoulders and moved along to take your rest. 

That was short lived when around 3 in the morning there was a lot of noise going on outside of the window. There was a good amount of cursing and arguments of trying to keep others quiet as whoever the group was seemed to move along the hotel's side. 

You kept the light off, hoping the street lamps would illuminate the aggressors. All you could make out were silhouettes cluttered at the end of the hotel. You tried to quietly open the window to peak your head out to get a better view. 

The building stretched for a good amount so the group hadn’t caught sight of you peeking in at them. You quickly glared when you noticed them huddled at the window that was meant for the last bedroom of the floor. It was the room where the officers were staying. 

With outlaws in mind, you were quick to put on your boots and a cardigan to cover up your pajamas. You rushed to the front lobby, doing a double take on the rifle leaning against the wall by the door. You made haste to grab it before rushing out of the lobby and into the foggy night. 

When you turned the corner, you raised the gun aiming it towards whoever you could. Before you could shoot to alert others, the last person seemed to have made their way into the window ungracefully. You cursed to yourself quickly rushing to see where they had entered. 

“Hey!” You screamed, rushing forward with the gun aimed right into the bedroom. Your eyes went wide as the barrel pushed into the stomach of the tall officer from earlier in the day. 

His arms were stretched above his head as he was about to shut the window. His eyes went wide as well when he realized someone was looking into the room. He moved to the side in a panic, eyes searching for his leader on what to do. 

As he moved out of the way, you noticed there were more men in the room than you cared to admit. You were more worried about how they all fit into the small space if anything. While your eyes scanned over all of them, you counted 6 new people in total. However the ones that seemed to stop you from scolding them were the two who seemed to be bleeding profusely. 

There was one on a bed, more than likely staining the sheets that made you internally cringe at having to buy new ones. Another was holding onto his shoulder as he seemed to sit across from the one sprawled out on the mattress. 

Just as your wide eyes swept back over the other men, your eyes caught the blue haired man who was looking at you with squinted eyes. 

“Grab her.”

Series Masterlist

[glubby-guppiez]

*Random TMNT 2012 (mainly side characters) hc's bcuz hyperfixation

*(this is the best divider to ever exist btw)

*Warnings: Spoilers for TMNT 2012 ofc, mentions of gender dysphoria and trans related insecurity, transphobia, accidental arson, bullying, manipulation, ptsd, also the tone of the headcanons shift randomly also also typing quirk

*Chris Bradford is trans. )(e did a full transition, he did hormones, voice training, top and bottom surgery, a few different surgeries to make him look/feel more masculine, all the bells and whistles, even went the extra mile to do procedures to hide his surgery scars. )(e's closeted and does about everything in his power to make sure no one even question that he was assigned female at birth because he's scared of his social image of being the great macho man, Chris Bradford, crumbling.

*Leo mainly or solely uses fandom and fanfic socials like Wattpad, AO3, Amino, Tumblr, and maybe Twitter. She mainly interacts with Space )(eroes and Crognard The Barbarian fan posts and shows a special interest in gender swap aus.

*Later on, post show with Muckman's help the mutants are actually able to freely walk around humans without them completely flipping out and starting a mob to witch hunt after them.

*Speaking of walking around humans, Napoleon and the frogs down in Louisiana are considered local urban legend and humans get really excited when they spot the frogs in the woods.

*Dr. Rockwell is a very big coffee enjoyer and used to secretly steal coffee from the nearby shops around the mighty mutanimals hideout and on the rare occasion when someone caught him and called him out he would always use the excuse of the shops being owned by big corporations.

*Don Visioso is a deadbeat father of 5. )(e also has had multiple wives and many divorces.

*Mondo Gecko will call people posers if he's jealous enough of them.

*Ivan Steranko is also trans but has only had hrt and face masculinizing surgery and refuses to get top and bottom surgery.

*Anton Zeck is incredibly smart and performed extremely well in high school and even got free scholarships for how well he did.

*Shinigami is a big video game nerd and will geek out if anyone mentions one of the games she plays.

*The reason Anton hated the mutant name Mikey gave him at first is because it either sounds a lot like or straight up is a nickname old bullies of him gave in order to make fun of him.

*Premutation, Chris acts transphobic towards Xever (despite Xever being cis) out of jealousy and insecurity.

*Baxter Stockman is either a gay aroace trans mspec nonbinary man or a cishet ally. No in-between.

*Mini April cluster!!!:

*April has a deep love for literature and writes poetry in her spare time.

*She almost burned down the culinary class in her school once.

*She's questioning aroace.

*She felt extra empathy for Muckman because he reminded her of Kirby a little bit.

*She likes to hide stickers around the lair whenever has them on her person.

*She thoroughly enjoys having long conversations with each of the individual turtles. (It's her favorite way to spend time with anyone tbh)

*April does eventually take some time to properly learn Japanese and becomes pretty decent at speaking and reading it.

*)(er and Donnie often like to geek out together whenever they find anything new about aliens (both species they haven't seen yet and ones they know well like the kraang).

*End of the mini April cluster!!!

*Kirby O'Neil is a pretty decent cook. That man can make a mean chicken stew.

*Shinigami actually owns multiple cats. 2 ragdoll, 1 sphinx, 1 Persian, and 3 British shorthairs (I could name them all, but I don't wanna). Also, the majority of them are black cats. She feeds strays, too.

*The last headcanon is much to Karai's dismay because she is somewhat allergic. She gets headaches, her skin gets slightly irritated and she gets the sniffles if she's around cats for too long.

*Casey's younger sister wants to be a hair stylist when she grows up, so Jones let's her do his hair every once in a while and he flexes it to every one at the lair like: "Oh? My hair? Yeah, my sister did it for me. Pretty metal, what she did with it, right?"

*Tigerclaw is the only Foot Clan member to not bully Baxter Stockman.

*Someone manipulated and lied to Alopex in order to make her hate and hunt down her brother.

*After season 4, Baxter Stockman leaves New York and takes over Stockman Industries. (If you're unaware of what that is, it's on billboards that the turtles pass throughout the show the most notable appearance being in the ending scene of the final season 4 episode, 'Owari'.)

*Slash deep down still misses The Newtralizer.

*Leatherhead kind of freaks out (apologies for the bad wording) when someone fully wraps their arms around his neck when hugging him because it reminds him of the restraints the Kraang put him in.

*Pigeon Pete learns how to bake so he can make his own bread.

*The turtles get a Wii (or whatever the universes equivalent is).

*Mondo Gecko gets an old Xbox and plays Tony )(awk games, Bully, and Twisted Metal on it.

*Ivan and Anton actually move out to New Jersey post show.

*Alr, that's all for now, toodles!!!

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I’m loving @cubbihue and @jessadamsdraws fairly odd parents AUs Itty Bitties and top Deal au

So for one was trying to figure out how to draw lawyer Timmy Turner with Hazel Wanda Cosmo and Peru and the other trying to draw my Fairly odd parents fairy oc

Ok Cubbihue’s Itty Bitties au remind me of my old Fairy oc I came up with for an old fop fanfic I use to love back in the day but it never finished where Timmy becomes a fairy and gets adopted by wonda and Cosmo and joins their family along with poof (peri)

My fairy was a fairy Teenager at the time of that old story idea I had of her being as Fairies take a REAL long and slow time to age/ grow up being as they don’t die of old age thus they don’t always have the need for children to keep family lines going all that often/ much

Now my

Mum is from Germany so while I was born in Australia 🇦🇺 (and grew up in Australia and live here) she would tell me about the rather darker fairytales and stories about the fae (fairies; elves; pixies and the like) and when it came to tales about Chanlings not many ended well; only remember one book I came across where a special cat saved a child from the fae and managed to bring her back to her loving parents while helping fae & that human family to become friends everyone including the fae got a good ending in that story (it’s been so long from reading that story forgotten it’s name but I remember it was names after that cat) otherwise most times when changling children are involved the parents never get their own child back and after changling has grown a bit in place of the original child they would then run away to the forest or just disappear one night never to be seen again and on top of that the original child never comes back at all (( heck in some cultures if they believe the child had been changed with a changling they’d just dump that child out into the woods to die for fear of raising some unknown creature))

So I believe my fairy oc was created century before Timmy was last human child to be taken to become a fairy from time when England was sending convicts to Australia and my character Felicity was a child who lost her parents and had grabbed a (kinda stale) bread in act of hunger and was sent as a convict to work as helper on farm out in Australia to repent for grabbing that bread witch is when she’d gotten Jorgen’s Nana Boom boom as her fairy godmother who had treated her with far better kindness than the human adults in her life so wished to become a fairy and Nana Boom boom took her in as her last child to raise (she had raised Jorgen before her) and her help her deal with the painful changes of changing into a permanent fairy and then dealing with powers she was getting she’s made these pies for her to explode and practice her magic on before enrolling her into magic school

Her anti fairy didn’t start to show up until her changling replacement had done it’s job and her anti fairy was born out of a dark thorny flower in front of Nana boom boom’s anti fairy screaming

Now if she’s in itty bitties au my fairy oc she’s older than Timmy fairy and she’s got a lot of slivers white hair to match with nana boom boom’s white hair (even her tail has a few white hairs) if she’s in the Fop deal Au she’ll have her brown hair and brown eyes) most of the other fairies 🧚 in fairy-world know she’s the fairy for arts and fairy who helps with the cat service of helping cats find their forever homes/ humans who will forever care for them kinda deal (she wasn’t allowed to go to earth until her changling had done it’s job (witch it did)

But many didn’t know until Timmy (with help from Hazel) discovers that she’s also the record keeping fairy and sometimes helps Father Time witch is how she helps keep records of what really happens (she keeps nots and does drawings of a lot different events for safe keeping for fairy world )

She will not stop other human children from

Becoming a true fairy but doe advice against saying it’s most painful experience of changing into a permanent fairy and how she almost went mad from going through that change but remembering how caring mama Boom boom (Jorgen calls her nana Felicity calls her mama boom boom; Jorgen’s cousin Jorgie being as he’s older than her (Wanda and Cosmo are older than her too only Timmy and Peri (poof) are younger than her; she sometimes says peri (fairy Timmy if in au where Timmy becomes a fairy) came into the world because before they came people always were treating her as a kid until they came about

But if it’s in itty bitties au Fairy Felicity would agree with Timmy that it shouldn’t be so easy to change human children into fairies because thanks to Father Time she’s seen when things didn’t go right with changlings

Now Fairy Felicity helps inspire artists and Writers with their stories if they’re hitting a roadblock or need some inspiration for their artwork/ writing while her Anti Fairy loves to make writers And Artist suffer Artist blocks/ writers block or burn out; her anti fairy hates curly hair and will try to straighten it out while fairy Felicity loves them and art so her curly hair goes a little wild and always has a pencil/ paintbrush in it with a cat hair clip next to it (she also has a cat pin on her top and bits of paint or ink on her clothes)

Fairy felicity has a more old times Australian accent while her anti fairy has a British accent like anti cosmo has; now being as it was Foop ( Irep) started the anti fairy having backwards version name to their fairy counterpart

… sorry had to type all that out for you all before I post the drawings out because the videos where I talk about her are on instagram and TikTok and I wanted tumblr to know her lore as well

Fairy Felicity didn’t meet Timmy before but has a lot of records about all the times he’s saved fairy world and some from when he’s save the universe thanks to working part time with Father Time

[saiyanprincessswanie]

I Promise

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You fought by Steve’s side until the Accords made everyone choose different sides. You wanted to run with Steve and he thought going alone was better. Do you take him back when he finds you? Can you trust him when he makes promises to you?

Word Count: 686

Warnings: Light Angst, Happy Ending

A/N: This is for Annie's Writing Challenge @nekoannie-chan with the prompt of  "In case you didn’t get the memo, I’m not one of the good guys anymore." I hope you like this bestie!

A/N 2: Beta read by @ifnr-blog-blog-blog & @nekoannie-chan Moodboard by Me. Please be kind as this is the first thing I have written in months.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. Even if you leave an emoji you will make my day. 😊💜

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You were once an Avenger fighting alongside your friends and the love of your life Steve Rogers. With the chaos of the Accords, everyone took a side, your side was on the run from the law with Steve. That was until he decided he needed to run on his own. It was supposed to be temporary but you should have known better. Steve saw this as protecting you while you felt this was going to be permanent. 

So you lived on your own in a little town in New Hampshire where your home sat in a wooded area. You would grab supplies once a month in town so you wouldn’t be recognized. Hauling everything home you put everything up and grabbed wood as it was supposed to snow for two days. 

You went about your day organizing everything, starting a fire, and eating your favorite soup. The sun slowly was covered by the storm clouds that were rolling in and sure enough within the hour it started to snow. After you cleaned up you went to your room and grabbed a hoodie to put on. It was once Steve’s and it was big on you. 

Walking out to the living room you grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and covered yourself. Picking up a book you started to read. The fire in the background cracked and snapped in the background. Before you knew it the fire gently lured you to sleep.

A loud knock on your door startled you awake. It was past nine o’clock and there were no neighbors nearby. You set the book down and grabbed a gun from the side table drawer and walked cautiously to the door.

“Who is it?” You yelled through the door. Your gun trained on the door.

“Doll it’s me, open up.” 

You recognized his voice immediately and put the gun down as you flung open the door. Steve was bundled up on your front steps. He had snow caught in his hair and beard. He was exactly how you remembered him.

“Please come in and get warm by the fire.” You closed the door behind him watching as he took his boots and coat off. He then joined you on the couch. “So what brings you here? Last you told me you wanted to be on your own.”

“I did it to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to live the life I have been living. Being on the run is stressful at times. You deserve better than that.”

“I deserve better? In case you didn’t get the memo, I’m not one of the good guys anymore, Steve. Why do you think I’m living in the middle of nowhere? I would have rather lived a life with you on the run than live here alone.”

“Why do you think I’m here? I’m here to stay with you if you’ll have me. I’ve missed you so much while I was gone. Say you will have me again. That you can eventually forgive me. If not, I will leave now and never bother you again.”

You had to admit you did miss him a lot. Your heart still belonged to him. Hell, you still have a few shirts in the closet that belong to Steve. 

“Promise me you won’t ever leave me again.”

“I promise.” He answered.

“Promise wherever you go I can follow.” You continued.

“I promise.” 

You crawled across the couch to hug him but he was already pulling you into a bear hug. You had to admit you missed this.

“I will always love you, sweetheart. I will never leave your side again.” Steve promised before he sealed the promise with a kiss. Thankfully Steve kept his promise and you got to live your lives together in the mountains.

tags:

@americasass81

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@caffiend-queen

@charmed-asylum

@denisemarieangelina

@fictional-affairs

@georgiapeach30513

@get0verit

@hollybee8917

@joannie95

@jobean12-blog

@jvanilly

@labella420

@lfnr-blog-blog-blog

@madscape

@mdemontespan1667

@mrsmischief209

@mycrazyasslikestoread

@nekoannie-chan

@notyourtypicalrose

@patzammit

@princessofdarkwinter

@rayofdawnworld

@reneeenders

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork

@wolfsmom1

@what-is-your-plan-today

@writercole

@missvelvetsstuff

@jtargaryen18

[dolliestfairy]

Dᥱᥣіᥴᥲ𝗍ᥱ Bᥙᥒᥒ𝘺 Μᥱᥲძ᥆ᥕ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ ✧

Price, & Soap react to Meeting Chubby!fem!reader who is a Bunny Fairy! ૮₍ 𝁽ܫ𝁽 ₎ა

𖧷₊˚ Quick Explanation : Price & Soap is having a military duty in some whimsical forest nearby the Village only to met with an Ancient fairy bunny-like Creature.

𖧷₊˚ Warning : none that i aware of? probably a misspelled word and some broken english 💀 reader skin is not announced ♡

🩷 𓋜 Author note : This is a continuation of the previous fem!reader who is a chubby!fawn!fairy with ghost and konig but now with a different type of fairy & characters include. happy reading my fairies!

Remember 𝅄࣪ ׅ This fanfic is a Fantasy Sprinkle on a Military Genre 🧚🏻‍♀️୧₊˚ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

✰ׄ Price

First Price meet you in the woods, there was a big lake around it, The Military Camp is also not too far from it. Price was just doing a Night-patroly until he see some bunny ears, what he thought was strange was that the bunny ears he saw were not on the ground but above the trees as if the bunny was flying, so at that time Price pointed his flashlight at the direction the bunny ears were Found and he found you peeking in the trees and when he pointed his flashlight at the lower direction he found your feet is not touching anything! he was shock but then he pointed his flashlight at every direction and he found out that you have a wings, a fairy-like wings, and after he found out what he had just witness he then said "What in the name of the god Kind of Creature are you?" He actually wanted to find out more but before he could do something, one of his comrades called him from a distance making him have to leave. at the almost morning time he cant sleep, a lot of his comrades already on their boo boo time but he still cant get rid the thought of meeting you. you were just a strange creature, Besides the woods, there was a Village, and 2 weeks before he can get into the camp he had to pass through the Village and stay up for a day and he found a rumours about an Animal Fairy that has a Animal-like ears like bunny, fawn, or even a cat with a fairy wings on them, the first time he heard the rumours and myth about a Maiden who has a Animal-like ears and fairy wings he didnt really think much of it, and yeah he didnt believe it either. but now he had witness it with his own eyes that he had seen a freaking bunny ears with fairy wings flying right in front of him in the middle of the night in the woods. he also have a conflict about if he should tell his comrades about this or not, although he think they probably wouldnt care about it much and there was a big chance that his comrades would probably called him "Ridiculous" or "Silly" for saying that he had seen a Bunny Fairy. later on the night After yesterday night, actually it wasn't his time to be out on patrol. that night was not his schedule, luckily though at that time one of his comrades that were in the schedule was sick and unable to patrol. price offered himself as a substitute for his sick friend to meet you again. so he patrol, much much deeper into the woods and lets just say he meets a hobbit house. at this point he think he had been gone to the other world, maybe it was your world. he then knock the door at your hobbit house only to be flinched because you were literally right behind him! you would say "Hi" to him and tell him your name and what kind of creature are you. he then also know that the hobbit house was actually the Village offering for a creature like you. The villagers made a hobbit house for a creature like you because they believe it was some sort of way to respect the ancient creature, you also told him your duty as non human creature you have to keep this forest and the village and the lake safe from any harm and so thats the reason why you had to check on him yesterday night. you both would become besties at this point, talking about everything that exist in this world and he even sometimes teach you the Military world and told you what he had been gone through only to find out later that you were one hundreds more older than him. at this rate he didnt really care about your size, shape or your skin color, he still love you and he would do anything to help you to protect The Village, The Forest and The lake. he also wont tell this secret to anyone because again he now knows who you are and since he wants to help you he will try everything to keep the things he knows as a secret.

✰ׄ Soap

First met when he was trying to take a bath in the lake, in the middle of the woods. the Military camp is also not far from it. he was just trying to relax himself from the Military Duty by taking a bath in the cold yet mild lake. after a while he felt like he was being watched by something so he tried looking around only to find a strange eyes looking at him through the trees and the leaves. he would be so fricking shy because he was literally naked! he would quickly grab a towel and sprint to the camp without caring about what is it and who is it. he then change in the camp because he was too embarassed to change in the lake when there was someone watching him. after he's done he would try to come back to the lake to see who it is. He would trail to where the eyes were up to only again, to meet a house that shaped like a hobbit. he would try to get inside but it was locked hard. he thinks its a sipirtual thing that Village has Offering the creature in the woods to so he wont force himself. he then come back to the camp at night and sleep. when he sleep he get dreamed by you who was apologizing because you just see him taking a peace-bath alone in the lake. he's not gonna say anything because he was just soo confused until you said "i see you visiting my nest. if you want to get to know about me we can talk later in the afternoon. in my nest." you then dissapeared and making soap having a lot more question. but he wont resist tho, not because you literally just invite him! so of course he would come to the hobbit house of yours, and only too find out a chubby maiden with bunny ears and fairy wings looking at him shyly. he would awkwardly introduce himself, and after that you would also try shyly to introduce yourself and what kind of creatures you are. you also beg him to not let the others know about you, he then said that he would try his best to keep this as a secret but theres a time where he cant help but let a few words that has a thing about you slip out of his mouth when he was with his comrades making them confused by what he just had muttering. but overall he loved you and be would like to keep you and his relationship as a secret. he would keep you safe from everything, and he even said something like "if i ever be the one that has caused this secret to be spilled you can come to me and kill me in my dreams, lovely bunny." he just love you so much.

[team7-headquarter]

I need a fanfic where Obito marries Rin and Sasuke and Naruto get together, so Kakashi and Sakura start platonically living together.

It's mostly a character study??? Maybe?? On how Kakashi already devoted himself to protecting her if Sasuke and Naruto weren't around, on how they are so similar, how it feels to be left behind even if your team doesn't realize it.

If you think about it?

Well, imagine Sakura and Kakashi both fell for an Uchiha and had a jinchuriki be in love with them, only for the Uchiha to be interested only in your jinchuriki friend. Soon they get together and you start to feel like you're in the middle of something you are not part of. You still know they love you a lot, but it's not like you can erase the romance you were waiting for from your dreams.

And then you can add the fact that Gai and Rock Lee are kinda obsessed (in the good sense!) with Sakura and Kakashi. Neither Sakura nor Kakashi find them annoying, since Rock Lee and Gai were a source of strength when their team couldn't be there for them. Gai and Lee are their inspiration in so many senses. It's just another relationship they share, weirdly, funnily.

Of course they have their unique bonds, like the one Sakura shares with Ino, or the one Kakashi has with Tenzo. It doesn't mean that the themes are not shared: You see, Tenzo's wood release and Ino's whole deal with flowers are all about bloom and growth. Tenzo is that solid surface Kakashi can rely on when he feels he can't keep standing, the scarecrow that needs something to keep him upright. Ino is that force urging Sakura to open up to the world, to stop hiding who Sakura is for the sake of others; Ino is the gardener and Sakura is the flower.

There's the issue with their parents, who were not bad people, but who weren't there for Kakashi and Sakura while they grew up. Even when they love their parents, there's a void there, a tension, some distance that resonates and makes the absence loud and clear. Who Kakashi and Sakura are is not a product of some parenting: it's personal effort and being obstinate to no end.

Kakashi and Sakura greatly value each other. The proof is in the way they refuse to let each other carry alone their burdens. It's never as clear as it is when Sasuke is involved: in the Land of Iron, they tried to kill Sasuke to take the burden of killing a friend from Naruto's shoulders, but also because Kakashi didn't want that for Sakura either and she didn't want Kakashi to deal with it alone. Later, in the fight with Kaguya, Sasuke compares Kakashi to Sakura in how useless they were because they were mere humans in a fight with (basically) some goddess.

Kakashi and Sakura both suffer for not being able to free their teammates from the hurt. There's no doubt they would if they could. Not being strong enough, not being fast or skilled enough, being "useless" is their greatest nightmare. There isn't a day that Kakashi and Sakura don't hate their own weaknesses, there's not a night that they don't hate themselves for not being able to do more.

I don't know... It'd be interesting to study Kakashi in a more romantic light while Sakura is able to have more of a platonic centric growth. It would be entertaining, at least. What if Kakashi finally confesses out loud that he was in love, but he can only do it because he knows Sakura might be the only other person alive who understands what it is like to love an Uchiha? What if it is Kakashi who helps Sakura realize how many friends are there for her? How she can find fulfilment outside of the promises and dreams that are no more?

I also like a lot to see serious platonic relationships with age gaps, where the adult doesn't take any advantage given the difference in their experience and shows they can learn from the younger one.

A relationship that can't be described with nuclear family roles (father & daughter), the type where hierarchical roles are part of the drama because they see each other as equals, but even then they can't shake their responsibilities for the sake of their bond (Kakashi forced to send Sakura on a dangerous mission because he's the Hokage and she's a kunoichi, or Kakashi very openly refusing to use his status as her former sensei to force her to do something she doesn't want to do).

They are friends, just not the typical one... They're two different types of mirrors, reflecting broken images. And if they find in each other a bit of all the things they've lost and missed and they have hoped for, not enough to replace the originals but enough to lessen the hurt? Then, it's only natural they find easy companionship in each other.

[lookofhisoceaneyes]

**The Best of the Best: Must-Read Fanfiction Gems**

Hello everyone! As a long-time fanfiction reader and enthusiast, I've come across some incredible stories that have left a lasting impact on me. These are the fanfics that are so well-written and captivating, they deserve to be published as books. Here are my top picks from my favorite fandoms:

Okay before we get into this, a little warning: please read the tags that come with each fanfic. I don't put smutty stuff in here either. (I'll make a separate post for that). There may be some scenes in the fics, but it's not the main focus. This is about story, characters and storytelling.  Also, I didn't list all the fics, probably because I haven't read them yet or simply forgot. Besides, that would just make the post even longer than it is right now. I will definitely do more posts on each fandom, different tropes, characters and settings. Be patient, I'm doing this mainly for myself so that I can better organize my fics. I'm just not that active in some fandoms. If you have any suggestions, feel free to write them and I will read them.

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I can only post 10 links per Post (tumblr does not allow more than 10)

Teen Wolf Fandom: 

1. It came from the trees by whatshouldntbe 

it came from the trees 🍉 - Chapter 1 - whatshouldntbe - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“Don’t worry, Scott caught me up on everything,” Kira assures with a bubbly smile via video-chat. “You and Derek, huh? I probably should have seen that coming. I always thought it might be Cora, but Derek was the one that looked at you how I used to look at you.”

Stiles goes a little pink. “It’s still kinda new but, yeah. I really like him. He’s...” Beautiful. Patient. Smart. Painfully honest. Sweet. “...a total dork.”

Kira laughs and laughs. When she gets herself together, she replies, “Yeah, those little hearts and stars in your eyes definitely say different."

or

Stiles moves from the shiny, fast-paced lifestyle of Los Angeles to the foggy, sleepy town of Beacon Hills so his dad can become the new sheriff. Newly fifteen, he does his best to finish out his freshman year of high school (by staying under the radar) when he suddenly becomes the Beyoncé of the Supernatural community. And, without much prompting on his part, he ends up catching the eye of one of the most prominent Werewolf families in all of North America. It literally all starts with a stuffed animal(s).

🍉 THIS FIC HAS BEEN ABANDONED; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 🍉

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Main Ship: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

This fic is for people who don't have much experience with fanfic or Teen Wolf. It's long, incomplete but so beautiful. It built a world that I could dive into immediately. Definitely read it!

2. Wolf Within by wynnebat 

Wolf Within - Chapter 1 - wynnebat - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Instead of convincing Scott to regain his humanity by killing the Alpha, Derek offers another possible solution.

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Main Ship: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski 

I know a lot of people don't like Peter/Stiles and the ship is more than problematic, but in this story it fits well. What if Stiles had taken over Scott's werewolf powers and no one knows that Peter is the Alpha. I love werewolf Stiles stories simply because I'm sure Stiles would have been the better werewolf.

the podfic: [podfic] Wolf Within - reena_jenkins - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

3. What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm

What I Did On My Summer Vacation - Chapter 1 - grimm - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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Main Ship: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Do you like fics in which a dog is adopted? Mysterious booksellers with a secret room? Magical creatures and a very mysterious forest? I love this fic, there's a great podfic here too that I can only recommend.

Podfic: [podfic] What I Did On My Summer Vacation - Chapter 1 - read by lunchee (lunchee) - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Supernatural Fandom: 

1. A Beginner's Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight 

A Beginner's Guide to Communing with the Dead - Chapter 1 - suspiciousflashlight - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

Maybe it's the little girl whose disappearance turned into a murder, and whose murder turned into a cold case, and who has now apparently decided to move in with him. Maybe it's the unacceptable hole left in his life when his dumb best friend and partner in (the prevention of) crime decided to go and get himself killed. Maybe it's his brother, whose high-profile career and fantastic girlfriend and first-child-on-the-way are steadily leaving Dean in the dust. Pick one. Pick all of them. The why doesn't matter so much as the what, and the what is this: Dean is pretty sure he's going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn't started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that's not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there's no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom's old necromancy book and summoning a Class A Forbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.

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Main Ship: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Even though I'm not in the supernatural fandom that often anymore, this is a great fanfic. Murder mystery, cop Dean, powerful being Cas and absolutely terrific writing. I love it and could read it all the time.

2. Catching Hell by ADeedWithoutaName

Catching Hell - Chapter 1 - ADeedWithoutaName - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

Sam Winchester is, perhaps, the greatest asset to the hunting community. His research, advice, and insight has reached countless hunters and solved innumerable mysteries. His life is solitary, but useful. That changes, however, with the delivery of a captured Knight of Hell who calls himself Dean.

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Main Ship: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester (they are not related in this fic!!)

I know, I know, it's billed as Ship Sam/Dean but don't let that scare you away. Sam and Dean are not related in this fic! It's brilliantly written, with Hunter Sam and badass Demon Dean. I highly recommend it.

1D Fandom: 

1. Tired Tired Sea by Mediawhore (only available for ao3 users)

Tired Tired Sea - Chapter 1 - MediaWhore - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

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Main Ship: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles

From the very beginning, you find yourself on Louis' island and immerse yourself in a world of select solitude. I fell head over heels in love with the writing style and especially with the lighthouse. I long to go on holiday there one day.

2. Love Endless: Road to Recollection by wubwubnparmaham

Love Endless: Road to Recollection - Chapter 1 - wubwubnparmaham - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

The year is 1973, and eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is perhaps the gayest teen to ever grace the gloomy, hateful town of Fortwright, Idaho. He has a best friend, Niall, a kindhearted music teacher, and his mother on his side, and everyone else is endlessly trying to kill him

All signs pointed to his life playing out in much the same way it always had, and he was trying his best to come to terms with that.

But the course of that life changed forever when he found the mansion. A notoriously haunted mansion hidden deep within the forests of his tiny blip of a town, it sucked him in and then never let him go.

After discovering the mansion was less abandoned than he'd previously thought, he is now left with the most riveting mystery of a lifetime, each new finding leaving him with more questions. Who is this elusive owner, and why won't they show themselves? Why is there a set of journals in the same handwriting that span over centuries? Who could ever explain owning assumedly authentic ancient Roman garments and relics of the French Revolution in the comfort of their own home? Why in the world is there a padlock on the refrigerator...and who the hell is Alexander?

[Book 1/4]

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Main Ship: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik

brilliantly written, if you like Soulmate's AUs, you've come to the right place. Vampire, 1970s, sassy Louis, what more could you want? And the plot twist is brilliant. Be sure to read the whole series!

3. Escapade by dolce_piccante

Escapade - Chapter 1 - dolce_piccante - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

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Main Ship: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Niall Horan/Zayn Malik

Very famous classic Larry fanfic. Brilliantly written. dolce_piccante is a great writer, check out their profile! 

[munsons-hellfire]

Introudction Summary: Circe Archeron

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone here is the little summary for my Azriel and Eris fic. It might be a little over the place in terms of what books this series follows. Also there will be two other original characters that will appear in this. They will have their own books as well. Those other characters will be introduced at different points in time in this fanfic and their books will start at different points.

WORD COUNT: 823 (a little short but that's okay)

Circe Archeron was a beautiful, surprising gift bestowed to her parents. They had been blessed with her and even though her parents took the blessing in stride they sent her away. Circe was an interesting addition to the Archeron family of what was already created with her cousins Nesta, Elain, and Feyre. Circe’s unfortunate arrival came with a twist of fate when the Archeron’s lost their home and had to forgo a move to a smaller cabin in the woods not far off from the wall that separated them─humans─from the Fae.

As the struggles surrounded them Feyre and Circe formed a special bond, one that not even Nesta and Elain could understand. They relied more on each other than Nesta, Elain, and her Uncle. Nesta had always made it clear that she wasn’t welcomed, in a sense that didn’t involve any format of words. And Elain, well she never really spoke to Circe. But it didn’t matter because she always had Feyre by her side, until she didn’t. The cousins were thick as thieves and no one could tear them apart.

When they had moved into the cabin the Archeron girls shared one bed, one room. It was a tight fit but they made it work somehow. For some time Circe had been haunted by hazel and amber eyes, mixed with shadows, bat wings, and fire. When Feyre had been painting on their dresser she had asked if Feyre could paint the images of what she constantly saw in her dreams. If only she had known then just who and how important those mystery people would become to her.

Feyre and Circe risked their lives more and more to gather whatever food they could get their hands on. Then it struck, Circe had been out hunting with Feyre but the two had separated to see if they could find more food. Circe came up empty but Feyre had not. When the beast had come for her cousin she was sure that she’d at least get to see her but that never happened and things only changed for the worse. With the only person who understood her gone she didn’t know what to do anymore.

When they had moved into a new bigger home Circe found herself out in the woods a lot more than she would’ve liked. It became more of a home to her than the actual home. For some reason Circe never forgot where Feyre had gone, and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t forget. It was almost like whatever magic had been used wasn’t strong enough against her. Circe was determined to figure out why she was different from everyone else, why she had felt so different from the time she could walk.

She was determined to figure out not only why her parents had sent her away but what they were hiding from her. Circe knew something was hidden she could feel it everyday of every hour. So when she hadn’t been in the woods she would search whatever legends she could get her hands on. By that period of time Feyre had come home only to leave again. Circe cared to a certain extent but she had been so focused on figuring out what was wrong with her.

However one night she felt a rift when she had been searching through books she had found. Something had happened to Feyre and she could feel it. Why she could sense something like that she didn’t know, but she could feel it. After that night she had hoped to see Feyre come back and visit but she never came. Months had passed and there was no contact with Feyre. Circe now had a strained relationship with Nesta and Elain. No matter what any of them tried to do they just couldn’t talk to each other.

Circe didn’t know how to continue to talk to them, and Nesta had known now that Circe truly relied on Feyre more than she realized. They had relied on each other for so long and Circe didn’t have that support anymore. When Circe wasn’t out in the woods or studying whatever she could find, she was in her room refusing to eat with her cousins or refusing to spend time with them. Her life had taken a turn for the worse and she wasn’t sure it could get any worse but it did.

Her life seemed to change like a whirlpool when her cousin came back into her life. Only she was changed, Feyre had been Made into something Nesta, Elain, and Circe had been told to hate. But that’s not what Circe felt, not when she felt like she had finally figured out why she had been so different. They wanted her to know the truth, or at least what they had been able to find. When she discovered the truth everything made sense to her. But things were only now starting to change.

[shyday-ao3]

some Ripper Street fanfic. an attempt to defeat a wicked case of writer's block and an excuse as always to whump on edmund reid. 1000 random words from the first half of S5.

He's adrift when Jackson finds him, floating on a sea of pain. He knows not how long he's been back here. For a moment he's not even certain where exactly here is.

"Reid, you in h– Christ, what's the matter with you?"

"What… nggh… Jackson?" The space reorients with a shuffling of boots and someone crouching above him; he's lying on his side on the floor. Slowly the rest of the wardrobe colors its shadows in around him, marceline skirts and taffeta dresses sitting silent sentries on their hangers. The ghosts of greasepaint and old wood in the air. His head throbs incessantly to the beat of his heart.

"Talk to me, Reid. What goes on?"

The captain is too close, too loud. Smelling too much of gin. Reid swallows down the nausea rising in his throat as he attempts to push himself up. He doesn't get nearly as far as he'd intended to before the pain smacks him back down. A groan escapes as he buries his face in an arm, working to convince himself that he's not about to vomit on the American's shoes.

"Head…" he manages, though it's muffled somewhat by his sleeve.

A rush of air as Jackson stands. "Yeah, okay. You hold on. I'll be right back."

The squeak of the door hinges and a catch as it settles into its frame, silence descending once more. His pulse echoes loud in his ears. There isn't time to wonder where the captain's gone before he's returned. Light forces its way into the small room behind him.

"Still with me?"

"Shhhh…" Reid tries.

"This should help. I raided the ice box."

He's not a man who believes in miracles, but it's the word that comes first to mind when Jackson holds the cloth bundle to the back of his head. His relief is audible. For just a moment, the pain breaks.

"Mimi said you weren't looking so hot when she saw you. She wasn't lying."

He doesn't remember seeing Miss Morton. Doesn't remember coming in here. Just the headache settling in, slowly and eventually undeniable. Reid makes a noncommittal noise. Doesn't lift his head.

"This still happen a lot?" Jackson asks.

"No." Even at a mumble, the words rattle through his skull. "Haven't been sleeping," he admits. Over the years it has remained as a trigger for the pain.

"Yeah, there's a lot of that going around." The captain shifts beside him. "We'll get him, Reid. You just gotta be patient."

"Hmm…" He doesn't have the surfeit of energy to argue. But it feels as if they've been holed up here for months at this point. And how is he to be patient when Bennet Drake's murderer still roams the streets with impunity? It seems they do nothing but waste time.

A worry now intrudes, and he struggles to sit up even as the nausea swells. "What time is it?"

A hand on his arm. "Nearly midnight," Jaskson says, hauling him mostly upright. Even seated, he wavers.

Vertigo spins his thoughts. "Mathilda…" Good lord, his head. "I must… must go see if… the candle…"

"Whoa there. What say you give it a minute –"

Fingertips pressing so hard against the bridge of his nose that it feels as if there must already be a bruise. "My daughter, Captain…"

"And I ain't suggesting you abandon her. Merely that you pause in your mission until such time as you can sit up unaided."

He scowls around his hand. "And if it were your boy? Signaling and… waiting for you to come?"

"Don't bring my boy into this, Reid."

No, of course not. He can't think. Jackson pushes the bundle of ice into his other hand, and Reid brings it up to the back of his head again. It helps little, but it's better than nothing at all. It makes no difference that Mathilda has not lit her candle these past few days; he cannot bear the thought of her reaching out for him and he not being there to answer. He has failed her enough in this lifetime. There is no choice. He must go.

But equilibrium it would seem has other plans, and his feeble attempt to stand leaves him right back on the floor where he'd started. Reid moans through his teeth as Jackson settles on the wooden planks beside him. Gathering himself, he tries again. The result is the same, though this time his stomach rebels and he gags before he can get himself under control. His head pounds against the inside of his skull.

The captain returns the dropped ice without a word.

They sit like this for a while, only their breathing and the sounds of the old playhouse shifting about them. His deficiencies as a father whispering up from the floor boards. Jackson lights a cigarette, the smoke folding and curling about the cramped space. Reid coughs, groans aloud.

His American sighs through his nose. "Fine. I'll look in on your girl. Have to go out anyway, if you want something for that headache." Reid thinks to protest. "Or I could just wake Mimi up, see if she's got anything in the way of pain relief. Up to you."

"I believe we've… imposed on Miss Morton quite enough already." It's a murmur; he has no inclination to force it louder. "Your… your offer is appreciated, Captain."

Jackson grinds out the cigarette on the boards beside him, moves as if he's about to get up. "Come on. I'll see you to your bunk before I go."

The nausea has not yet abated. And there seems little use of trading one bed on the floor for another. "I prefer to remain here."

The captain shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Take care. And thank you."

"Sure, Reid."

Closing the door behind him, his American leaves him to the dark. Reid tips sideways until he's again lying on the floor, closes his eyes. The melting ice hums its spurious song of solace.

[snowbuxnyhoejo]

The 100

Note: I have basically only read exclusively Murphamy fics but they're are some other ones too (Maybe lol idk).

♥️= Favorited

Murphamy (Murphy and Bellamy)

OmegaVerse

the moments go by by Miralana ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 61,090 Notes: This is a series of fanfics. Out of all the fanfics on the list this is for sure the one I go back to the most. This fic never ceases to amaze me.

i got me an appetite; now i can taste it by noodletastic ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 12,511 Notes: His heat had never been an immediate threat, but now it was here, there was nothing to stop it, and no one to help him.

save some for the rest of us by Angie_leena Rating: Explicit Words: 7293 Notes: Bellamy was an alpha who wasn't all that into omega's. Murphy was an omega who alpha's weren't all that into.

Easy Come, Easy Go by orphan account :( Rating: Mature Words: 23,182 Notes: Murphy is the worst excuse for an omega that Bellamy has ever seen.

Canon Compliant/Divergence

but darlin, i dont mean to beg by MooNSGLOW Rating: Explicit Words: 2,790 Notes: two years on the ring, and murphy has hated every second of it.

Now and Then by Captainmintyfresh ♥️ Rating: Not Rated Words: 82,435 Notes: If there was one thing Bellamy was sure of, it was that he wouldn't fail Murphy like he did on the ark.

the sounds of yesterday by Miralana Rating: Teen and Up Words: 4,369 Notes: “She had your hair and my eyes. She’s probably dead by now.”

Hide Your Soul out of His Reach by twinkjohnmurphy ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 30,140 Notes: When Murphy returned to Camp Jaha on a stretcher, he found himself face-to-face with someone from his past.

As Dark As You Make It by vipertooths Rating: Mature Words: 21,924 Notes: Murphy comes back from the lighthouse and murphamy get their crap together basically.

But It Is The Law by misha_collins_butt Rating: Mature Words: 23,560 Notes: In which Murphy is punished, Bellamy is angry, and the 100 realize how little they want to be in Camp Jaha.

But You Spoke So I Could Understand by zade Rating: Not Rated Words: 5,448 Notes: Murphy is a grounder and Bellamy gets lost in the woods looking for Octavia.

superstring by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 36,247 Notes: Nothing like a little time travel AU.

When You're There by scruffylou Rating: Mature Words: 36,362 Notes: Now that they're in space again, things are a lot quieter. The time to think leaves Bellamy and Murphy both feeling very alone, for different reasons. Maybe letting each other in could be the thing that neither one of them knew they needed.

Safe Place by voidmox Rating: General Audiences Words: 1,065 Notes: This is really cute!!

thirty-five paper frogs by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 12,310 Notes: He would never have guessed that being unkind to Jasper Jordan would become the wrong thing he hated most.

Fearful of the Night by Royalravens Rating: Mature Words: 13,804 Notes: Bellamy saves Murphy from the delinquents, and that has a lot of consequences.

Precarious Pasts on Sallow Skin by misha_collins_butt ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 9,276 Notes: Bellamy's on volunteer duty in the clinic and his last patient is, you guessed it, Murphy. He expects a lot of things of Murphy, but certainly not this.

six impossible things before breakfast by blueparacosm Rating: Mature Words: 22,458 Notes: A wormhole strands Murphy and Bellamy alone in the universe, and every planet they travel to seems intent on manufacturing romantic clichés, all designed to force the two voyagers together

not without you by arcadionparadigm Rating: Teen and Up Words: 16,678 Notes: Murphy and Bellamy find themselves trapped on a strange planet, and are forced to contend with more than just their own survival.

Modern Setting

i am mad all about you by noodletastic ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 122,279 Notes: This is also one I try to re-read but as you can see its a looong read. This is also one of my favorites. This is probably the longest murphamy fic you will ever find on the internet tbh.

Dumbass: A Terrible Office AU by zade Rating: General Audiences Words: 13,603 Notes: Assistant Murphy and his boss Bellamy :)

Teach Me a Lesson by assholemurphy Rating: Explicit Words: 10,255 Notes: Cop!Bellamy and Delinquent!Murphy, Slightly awkward car sex. Murphy’s a screamer and that’s a problem.

A Very Murphamy Christmas by awesomekittlesclw83 Rating: Not Rated Words: 25,188 Notes: Christmas has never been good for Murphy but when someone new moves in next door things begin to change. Can he get past all the pain from before or is Christmas always gonna be a nightmare?

Grit Your Teeth by Griselda_Howl Rating: Explicit Words: 13,203 Notes: a certain young women barges her way into his life, sets him up with a certain handsome man, and everything goes to shit.

1013 Romeo by orphan account :( ♥️ Rating: Explicit Words: 12,988 Notes: the one where Bellamy is a guard at the same prison where Murphy is awaiting his execution and they stupidly fall in love. (you will cry, proceed with caution)

Soulmates

Stars, hide your fires by Pinkiiie ♥️ Rating: Not Rated Words: 37,971 (kinda) Notes: If you dont like the ending. no worries! There are two versions.

The Kindred Spirit by CosmoKid Rating: Teen and Up Words: 13,918 Notes: Soulmate au where if one of them gets hurt, the injury appears on the other. Referenced child abuse.

Crossovers/ Others

a circus of carrion by oogaboogu Rating: Mature Words: 35,337 Notes: Welcome, welcome, to the 71st annual Hunger Games.

magical prophecies for miserable people by blueparacosm ♥️ Rating: mature Words: 69,153 Notes: Then he meets the royal jackass Prince Bellamy, the mad woman Lady Octavia, and a dragon— yes, a fucking dragon— who believes he and the prince are destined to unite the kingdoms and save magickind, together.

the rich inner lives of wanted men by blueparacosm ♥️ Rating: Mature Words: 66,199 Notes: Once chained up in the brig and heading out to sea, he wondered briefly whether or not it was his fault that everything always went tits up.

(and i feel fine) by oogabooga ♥️ Rating: Teen and Up Words: 22,203 Notes: M doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t really fancy the idea of eating Bellamy’s brains. (A warm bodies au so cute!)

the quiet hours by arcadianparadigm Rating: Teen and Up Words: 92,075 Notes: He could continue to write his undergraduate thesis and live his life in peace, or, he could take up the mantle as the world's greatest hero and accompany an ancient cursed sun god named Murphy on a quest to slay the ten most deadly monsters in the known universe.

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Updated: 04/05/2024

*list only consists of fics I have read

[failing-to-write-again]

Imagine being a young teenager in this case an orphan Christian girl full of dreams who’s exiting from what’s essentially a cult who’s raised to be slaughter. You get sent to a new house excited for the future just to end up tortured, abused, raped, and killed in a mansion by six vampires…. No cap let’s make these bad boys, S U F F E R 💖

Ahhh That's exactly the vision I've had for a full fanfic. It works for most of, maybe not all of, the boys either separately or all at once. Maybe a series that's occuring in overlapping timelines but for writing sake is in different parts.

But isn't that exactly what gets the most angst and depth and all the good stuff? You were an orphan from the same place as the Mukamis, you've been through hell and wether or not you're still buying the cult's nonsense is very open to interpretation. Of course anything is better then that hell hole right? Well, yes but also no.

So one route that I play with, really only for the Sakamakis, is they did like you and were like how they are in the games except their mothers are still alive. Obviously not happy at the human fondness they stage something to make it look like, or actually force, you to start sleeping with someone. The boys are too busy being hurt and either they kill you or the mother's play the "I will help" and have you killed. Except Karl has noticed your utility. So one by one the girl who has that effect on one of his sons is revived. You're not a vampire though.

~ With Shu's I imagine Beatrix would have fun with having you hunted down in the woods and tore limb from limb, so you revived leads to you have new metal limbs much more useful for your job.

~Reiji would of course go poison, so your skin may be preserved but your veins are black, the blood vessels in your eyes unable to hold in the black poison burst and so your eyes are coals. Your skin is gray. You have some modifications like your "older sister" but they're mostly just for skeletal additions to make sure everything is getting signals fast.

~Ayato, you were burnt, the inspiration for Cordelia's fate. Yours burns leading to artificial fingers to ensure sensation while you work. As well as a voice modulator from your vocal cords being fried beyond repair.

~Laito, you were drowned. He held you under bringing you up demanding you confess to your sin. You refused to lie and professed you innocence. Except you got held down too long. Minor strengthening to the lungs as well as some new gils for your new life.

~Kanato, it's clear you became a doll. Stitch marks holding you together and a lot of voltage keeping you a hard hitter.

~Subaru, he had taken time to calm himself down. He knew you probably weren't with anyone, but the rumours still upset him. But Christa is hardly stable so you were pushed off the castle balcony only to be impaled on an iron fence spike. Your midriff is rebuilt and legs get similar skeletal adjustments to your sister made by Reiji.

So that's the Sakamakis and to quickly shelf them we turn to the Mukamis. You were killed fast here I feel them having to address you come from the orphanage too would be to easy a solution. So you did fast.

~Ruki it's talking back or escaping. It is very clear you know what your doing in escaping but how he doesn't know. Needless to say you are held by your ankle to taunt you. When you refuse to give up your sister's location you are dropped. Your entire spine was rebuilt, with wings added at your request.

~Yuma, during the escape from the Mukamis you are found expertly hiding in some tree roots. You're left impaled for your sisterly loyalty. Karl can't seem to find you and it takes your sister killed by Ruki to locate you. By then the roots have grown into you. It saves Karl the metal, you are sustained by the tree roots weaving in and out of your body.

~Kou blinded you, you kept throwing rocks at him in anger after being separated while scrambling from spot to spot. When he does catch you he takes the eye you held open as you lined up a shot leaving the other to watch as he ties you to a tree to be left for the wolves. You are rescued alive but amaciated and near delirious from blood loss. A new eye and the gift of eternal life without fangs are your prize.

~Azusa probably tried to show you how fun his home is. By showing you his knives...too much. You're covered in stitches similar to Kanato's doll brought back. You now know exactly which stabs hurt most.

So these 10 plus maybe Carla and Shins' main murder, are brought under Karl's wing at the castle. Maybe you don't even know they're related. You get more advanced tech as you all age, you are Karl's daughters he always wanted but never had and amazing assassin's and political powerhouses. All kept from his son's due to their limited involvement in his life.

Until one day it's impossible to keep you all separated. Maybe they don't recognise you, it's been so long. Maybe they do immediately or it's revealed later on. But they learn quickly what they gave up.

~Shu, you are a natural big sister and a good leader. Having become somewhat jaded but still caring towards the innocent you have no time for Shu. Being sent as his temporary guard sees him so baffled and upset that you aren't angry or trying to hurt him. Hearing only "oh please I'm well above that by this stage," only pisses him off more. You've also grown your body tight uniform showing exactly what his missed out on, especially after your innocence is proven.

~Reiji, this bitch wouldn't ever look into the truth after your death. So you're just as guilty as when he killed you to him, only to then be read to filth as you use what he says of his own mother against him to show how he just blindly followed like a sheep. You are elegant whenever he sees you, refined and able to have men kneel from threats so we'll concealed you'd almost think you were best of friends with those you manipulate. Then he sees you with your sister's, having the bond he may wish for deep down. But you're too above him now to even look his way.

~The triplets see a bond healthier than their own in your trio. Seeing you complement each others skills and move so cohesively. Realising how chosing their mother over you left them without what they would now probably describe as a dream come true to them. But all the smiles, laughs, and performance is dropped the minute they are left alone with you and all you give are glares or simple ignoring.

~Subaru spends the first few weeks trying to work up the nerve to apologise. When he does you only say you forgave him years ago but without therapy you would not be getting burnt again. He's hurt and now has to navigate a system he's never had any experience with alone if his brothers aren't so desperate to attone for you.

~Ruki, you are close with Reiji's kill. You two and Carla's playing an integral roll as three of the 4 underhands of your leader, providing different areas of expertise. Your's lies in grouping and typing, the emotional strategy, in large part. You refuse to even look at him, and when you do those wings seem to get sharper and sharper with each second you glare.

~Yuma you are also one of the underhands. Your powerhouse of a form due to the natural improvements and gift lead to a terrifying enemy. Yuma sees a girl so fucking tough, and you eyes never changed. You were this spitfire back then and he just ignores it and tossed you. Plus your part plant that's his dream, and he's fucked up everything.

~Kou, head sniper, having been determined to have equally strong eyes after struggling when the cameras used to make your current prosthetic did not exist. You are fucking cold, kind to so many until they show themselves to be two faces of cruel. Kou's never had a girl not fawn over him and he hates it.

~Azusa, you are equal parts helpful medic and terrifying assassin. Knowing extensive knowledge on where you bleed most, where you bleed fastest, quietest, cleanest etc. Except you get tense the minute he's in a room.

[crypticjackal13]

Hello, new Anon here!

I just so happen to come across your "x readers" and I wanted to ask if you do Character x Character.

Because if you do may I request a BigBrother!Wukong x LittleBrother!Macaque??(Platonic obviously) could be a hurt/comfort with Macaque being injured or something.

Because as someone who Headcanons them as brothers, I've been starved for content! there is very little content about it, and I can't really seem to find any good platonic fanart/fanfics of them since everything is intended to be shadowpeach (no hate to the ship though! I'm aware that both the ship and the siblings thing is a headcanon)

If you do it I'll be really thankful. Thanks!

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP 🤩🤩🤩

"Where'd All the Time Go?" (470 w.c) (PLATONIC SHADOWPEACH ONESHOT)

The Mountain of Flowers and Fruits was a beautiful place that was home to many different creatures. With its many varieties of flora and fauna, anyone was happy to live there. Two of the most notable residents were of course the Handsome Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque. The two had been good friends since the moment they met, and were close enough that they even called each other brothers. Some described them like the sun and the moon; they were so starkly different, and yet they worked so well together. 

Of course, they had their differences. For instance, Wukong loved warm weather. A cloudless sky over grassy hills to play on. As much as Macaque liked playing too, he preferred to do so in the rain. Cooler temperatures with lots of puddles and frankly, mud to slide on. 

This was one of those days. The morning had been gloomy, and it wasn’t until the early afternoon that the clouds decided to unleash the rain they’d been threatening. Wukong now sat idly in the opening of one of the caves as he watched Macaque hold his tongue out to catch droplets, before laughing and jumping around. A small smile crept onto his face. He hated getting wet; he’d had quite enough water when he jumped through a raging waterfall to get his title and he was most definitely not a good swimmer. But he wanted to spend time with his brother, and what better time than the present? 

“Mac! Wait for me!” Wukong called, and stood up from his spot on the ground. The hard part would be stepping out of the cave. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for that icky feeling of being soaked, but it didn’t come. Wukong opened his eyes again and came face to face with Macaque, who had found a very large leaf and was holding it over the ginger monkey. 

“C’mon, we can just walk in the woods.” Macaque smiled, his ears twitching. Wukong took hold of the leaf as well and they began to stroll, stopping every once in a while to look at a newt or salamander that was along the path. Then they would laugh as it scurried away from them. 

….

“Monkey King? Why don’t you have an umbrella? You’re gonna get a cold!” MK looked over at his mentor, who was in his human disguise as they were out running some errand or another. MK had a full raincoat, boots, and an umbrella, since he refused to get his clothes wet. Wukong chuckled. 

“I can’t believe I have to keep reminding you that I’m immortal, bud. I don’t get sick!” He refrained from ruffling the boy’s hair, simply because it would be inconvenient whilst holding onto a bag of food.

“And besides…I happen to like the rain.”

[c4l4mityv4in]

HI!

In honor of finishing my first fic, I decided to post every fic I write from now on here too! Hope you Enjoy

The cute Witch boy flying outside my window (A Haikyuu fanfic)

Chapter 1: "You're supposed to be a figmet of my imagination!" aka the meetcute

Notes:

This fic is also available on Wattpad and Ao3

*English isn't my first language and in this AU Hinata isn't in Karasuno and you'll soon find out why, fic is set around the end of season 1

* English is not my first language, sorry for spelling mistakes

"Dear Diary,

I am Kageyama Tobio, the former setter of the Karasuno Volleyball team, I had just come home after losing an important match against Date Tech. I was devastated, I was sure we would have at least gotten to play against Seijoh. "Maybe our ace could have saved us! Maybe our Libero could have caught the ball!", I thought to myself trying to justify my frustration.

And then I heard it, the sound of a bell coming from outside my window. I heard that sound every night and every night I could've sworn I saw a boy with ginger hair fly on a broom past said window. This time it was different tho, the bell rang multiple times, I looked up. A boy with messy orange hair and hazel eyes was looking right at me from outside my window.

"What the fuck!?"

", I jumped back, startled. "Don't be scared! I won't hurt you!", the

ginger said "You're not real! You're supposed to be a fragment of my imagination!"

, I yelled

"I'm.flattered? Or should I be offended?" asked the boy at the window "Hell if I know!"

', I suddenly heard my older sister yell at me from the living room downstairs:

"Tobio! Shut the fuck up! It's late!" I turned around intending to respond but was interrupted by the boy at the window "Flying hero? That's a badass name!"

"Um...Thank you I guess" I answered. "You seem upset, do you...maybe... possibly....want to talk about it?"

"Who even are you?" I asked

"I'm Shoyo! And you are?" He said

"Tobio Kageyama...is Shoyo your first or last name?"

I asked

...I don't know"

I allowed Shoyo inside, he was wearing a white button up, black shorts and boots, he also had a broom with him with a little bell tied to it...he looked adorable "You should

take your shoes off indoors", I suggested, Shoyo took his shoes off to not be disrespectful. "How do you not know your last name?" I asked "I just forgot it, I've lived in the woods ever since I was little" Shoyo answered "Are you...a witch?"

, I asked

the shorty "I guess I am! ...so, why are you so upset?"

My curiosity shifted back to frustration: "I lost an important game of Volleyball...

Shoyo looked confused for a second: "What's

Volleyball?"

My eyes lit up, I started explaining everything I knew about Volleyball in great detail I barely even paused to make sure the witch was following. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, I really like talking about Volleyball." I paused myself thinking Shoyo was probably bored by my yapping. "I'm not bothered by it whatsoever! Tell me more about Spikers! They sound like they're the coolest!" It was like an arrow was shot through my heart, he didn't shame me for liking stuff like others did, no, he liked it even! I had met people like that before but he was the only one who asked follow up questions, like he was the only one that actually listened. He kept getting closer to me... why didn't that bother me? People getting all up in my business usually upsets me, A LOT!..So why did I kind of want him to get closer to me? I heard something knock at the window.

"Woodpecker!", called Shoyo.

"That's a crow, not a woodpecker" I pointed out

"I know that, silly!", he opened the window and let the bird in

"Woodpecker's his name. He's my familiar." he explained. "What's a familiar?" I asked, his eyes lit up, I guess that's how I looked like when he asked me about Volleyball. He looked so pretty. "A familiar is a spirit that takes the form of an animal and guides you through your journey with magical, it's tied to your soul and once they feel that you don't need their protection and guidance anymore they are free to live their immortal life as they please", he explained, the crow looked at me like it was trying to tell whether I'm a friend or foe. "How does he know that he's not needed? That sounds like a horrible feeling", I was curious. "It's like a sixth sense", the voice came from the

crow, I was speechless? First a witch and then a crow that sounded like a chipmunk that smokes a pack of cigarettes in the pan of two days. "Some people are so impressionable these days", complained the crow.

I was stunned by the talking crow but we got along, Shoyo was like a beam of sunshine in my room and I wished for him to never leave, it's weird, I only knew him for a few hours. He got near me, I showed him a Volleyball game I recorded and he got... touchy?

I don't know not in a bad way I guess, he lied his head on my legs at one point...why didn't I hate it? I should hate it? Right? Why did this boy I just met make me feel so...comfortable.

I don't remember how, I don't remember why,

But we ended up on my bed, talking.

I wasn't really listening, I was too busy overanalyzing every detail of his face, the way his eyes looked like honey or the way his hair fell on the pillow, his lips forming words, his freckles that were so few nobody would notice them unless they were overanalyzing his face's every detail like a creep... wait is that me? Am I a creep? No, I'm not a creep, he was all up in my face what else was I supposed to do!?

"Are you listening" Shoyo asked

"S-Sorry I zoned out" my face felt hot, was I blushing? Why would I be blushing?

"I asked if I managed to cheer you up" Shoyo repeated himself

"Oh, Yeah! I completely forgot about the match until now" I realized

"I'm glad I could help"

Notes:

Hi! Thank you for reading chapter one of my story!

It's currently 12:32pm or 00:32 if you re European like me and I have school tomorrow. Please excuse any spelling mistakes cause as you could probably tell from me saying I'm European, English is not my first language (it's Italian if you care). This is my first fic and I'm actually so excited to hit publish!

This ship means so much to me and I really hope you liked this Fic