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calciumdeficientt · 2 months ago

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Wade and Tom hcs pleaseeeee 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

I lov u wade i lov you tom. I actually have a whole post of tom hcs that you can check out here:

but i for sure have a few left in the tank!!!!!!1! Im gonna spritz some of my remaining tom ones, release my wade ones unto the world and then zoom in a little on their relationship >:D

TOM GURNEY AND WADE MARTIN HCS

TOM GURNEY

Skin picker. Big time skin picker. He just cant seem to help himself, its sort of a nervous tic. If he could just leave his fucking face alone for five minutes his acne would have cleared up a long time ago. Most of the marks on his face are actually just scars because he wont stop PICKING!!!!!

Saw the hobo get beamed up after the last fighting moves mission, i know this is pretty much canon atp but i think what would make it so much more batshit is if it had happened in BROAD DAYLIGHT. And no one other than tom gave a fuck. He comes out with all kinds of stupid conspiracy shit on the daily so no one even thinks to try and argue. They’re all like “yeeeah okay buddy whatever you say..”

Very emotionally mature, because of this he’s very painfully aware of all his shortcomings. He’s a good dude at heart but its aside pf him people never see. He’s pretty well renowned as the clique tapper, but honestly, he only talks so much because he doesnt wanna worry his friends by being all quiet and mysterious.

WADE MARTIN

MAAAAAAJOR little brother syndrome. He and Christy are only a year or so apart (possibly projecting bc that’s the gap between me and MY brother) but he gives me the vibe of a little kid who feels the need to show off because he’s younger. His general demeanour and outlook on the world tells me that he’s sort of crying out for attention and to some degree, help. He talks a lot about repeated suspensions, and the fact that no one seems to care about them anymore, and also the fact that he’s not doing all that well in his classes. He’s a kid that neeeds intervention, a firm shove in the right direction… and maybe some counselling. He’s practically jumping up and down on the spot yelling ‘LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MEEE!’

More family hcs, but he and Christy only share their father. They have different mothers. Both women aren’t really in the picture beyond what the custody laws state they have to be. Christy’s mum left her with their dad when she was a baby, and Wade’s mum was his side piece. They divorced when Wade was 11. He hates both their guts for separating in what was a pretty tumultuous transition period in his life. If I’m getting my numbers right, 10-11 is the transition from elementary school to middle school. It was during this time that Wade started to struggle, he was a gifted student in his early years, and thus was left to his own devices. Because of that lack of support, his grades slipped and slipped and slipped, he just barely passed the entrance exam to get into Bullworth, and then started outright failing.

His hyper sexual voice lines are a way of deflecting away from how he really feels. Encouraged by his father, Wade feels he has to be this big, macho guy. He’s been brought up by his dad to believe high school is all about chasing tail and finding someone willing to have your kids straight out of the gate. In his head, Wade’s not about that at all. He wasn’t quite ready to be a man, he’d have liked a few more years of being a kid. Manhood is this big, scary, complex thing that he’s not ready for yet.. especially if its anything like Mr Martin tells him it is.

Takes great pride in his hair, but he does dye it. You can’t be a ginger bully, that’s like a spoon with holes in it or concrete scuba flippers. It doesnt work, its weird. It’s ugly. He and Trent do their hair together, he trusts Trent with it more than he trusts himself, the kid has been bleaching his own hair since he was 12, he’s a professional. And besides, he’s not gonna pay someone in a salon to dye it, what if he gets caught????

WADE AND TOM

They’re very close friends, I think wade was one of Tom’s first friends at Bullworth, back when he was this scrawny, quiet kid with a big ol birthmark over his eye. Wade had intended to beat the crap out of him to show him what was what, he looked weak and easy to snap. All brittle like a wafer cookie. Upon seeing his eye, Wade wrongfully assumed that someone has beat him to it, and knowing what a tumultuous home life could do to a kid, he invited Tom to come sit with them at lunch and he just… never left.

They really remind me of Troy and Abed from community dynamic-wise. One emotionally mature, but mildly childish dude (Tom) and one smarter than he appears meathead (Wade). Where they differ from Troy and Abed is instead of building blanket forts and acting out TV shows, they give swirlies and smoke cigarettes like they’re going out of fashion. “…” “…” “you wanna go do burnouts in the train yard dont you Wade” “Get OUUTA MY FRIGGIN BRAIN MAN! How’d you know that?!” “Lucky guess.”

Closer with each other than anyone else in the bullies clique. They lay on the roof after curfew and talk. For HOURS. They’ve been doing it for so long now that they’ve started smuggling sleeping bags and blankets up there so they can just sleep once they’re done. Wade likes that he can be open with his troubles about home., his many many troubles. Every day there’s a new home trouble. Tom talks about his fears about the secrecy at Bullworth and his theories, he feels like Wade is the only one that even bothers to TRY and see his point of view. Wade cries a lot during these little almost-therapy sessions. And Tom is right there with him, patting his back and wiping his tears. It’s cute.

Garage band duo. Tom is the drummer, Wade plays the three power chords he knows on his busted up hand-me-down Stratocaster that can barely plug into the amp anymore and really desperately needs new strings, and screams into the mic. It’s pretty hardcore, but it doesn’t actually sound all that bad. They work pretty well as a two piece and have played a total of four gigs, but its always been foe them anyway. They don’t wasn’t the gig money or the fame, they just wanna rock out.

#bully #bully cce #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #bully rockstar #bully se #bully bullies #wade martin #tom gurney #Christy martin

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nickybloodhead · 1 month ago

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********************* James x Dave ********************

They had both gotten carried away with alcohol that night and Dave decided he wanted to tease the shy and quiet James a little. He wants to believe that what he was doing was a game, but deep down he had wanted this ever since he saw those pretty blue eyes.

“Am I doing it right like this?” James murmured uncertainly as his hand slowly moved up and down Dave's cock, Dave looked at him with a slightly rapt smile as he saw how beautiful James looked between his legs, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with lust. The blond was a sight to behold, always so obedient to please for the sake of having friends.

“You're doing well, Het…. But uh, spit a little on your hand and you'll make it feel perfect” Dave's voice was hoarse, he was so hard and he knew he would cum soon, hopefully, it would stain those cheeks with acne. James was still unsure, he doesn't remember anyone mentioning that this is what friends do but Dave is older, so he supposes he knows more about the world than he does, he gave in to Dave's wishes and awkwardly let the drool stain his hand to retake his partner's throbbing length.

The redhead threw his head back and let out a big sigh of satisfaction, smiled, lost in pleasure and made his hips thrust gently into James' hand.

James was mesmerized watching his friend, he looked beautiful when he was relaxed, which was rare as Dave seemed to always be on guard. He moved his hand a little faster, squeezing a little and letting his thumb run over the slit of the swollen head, that drew a particularly high pitched moan from Dave who bit those plump lips of his to be silent.

“Just a little more… Shit, I'm too close” Dave gasped for air as James moved his hand over him, it was almost too much the sensations the blond was producing in him. He wanted to grab him by the hair and kiss him senseless, take his time listening to him moan as he had his way with James, he wanted to do so many dirty things, but he knew he had to be careful if he was going to get his way. James was an innocent boy in a way, out of an extremely religious home, Dave had to take things slowly or else he would scare him off and he didn't want that, not with him.

Dave was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt something wet on his cock, he suddenly opened his eyes and swore he almost died on the spot, James had his tongue out and had given his cock head a little lick.

“Did you like that?” James' question was full of innocence, fearing that maybe this had upset Dave, who was speechless at the younger man's boldness, hell, all he wanted was to fuck his mouth right here and now.

“Yeah, it was awesome but, we'll save it for later, for now, make sure to make me cum just with your hand” James nodded embarrassedly, bit his lip, and continued to stroke Dave's length. He didn't know why he had this new urge to taste the redhead's cock, shit, he didn't even think this was right, even though his erection was at odds.

Dave was about to cum, he could feel his balls tightening and his abdomen twitching with small spasms of pleasure. He wasn't even struggling to hold back his moans anymore, but he would blame that on alcohol, he gasped for air and just as he felt that tingle in his spine, James decided to leave a tentative kiss on his inner thigh.

He lost it completely, and with a grating squeal, he gushed down James' face. He had to close his eyes to compose himself because he swear he fainted for a moment, that had been intense, much better than with any woman.

"Man, c'mon!" James cleaned up the mess with an expression of feigned disgust, there was no way he could admit how much he had enjoyed feeling Dave's cum on his face, nor would he admit that it made him cream his pants as well.

Dave sneered, leaned over a little, and held James' chin to look at him still with his release staining his lips and cheeks. He really wanted to kiss him, but he restrained himself and again putting on a façade of confidence, he smiled.

"Hetfield, you're an expert jerk. I bet you touch yourself every chance you get, little pervert." James just rolled his eyes and slapped Dave's leg.

"Shut up"

We are so back people!

#it's been a while #I can't remember the last time I wrote gay smut #but we're here #and I'll try to do my best #so let's start this Kinktober #shall we?#metallica #james hetfield #dave mustaine #kinktober 2024 #fanfic

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soft-for-them · 2 years ago

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So close but so still - Steve Harrington x plus size reader

Summary: You and Steve lie down in your basement all too close, the two of you thinking about confessing.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: I'm using this gif for his face is so cute!!! Anyway, not proof read.

There’s perks to having the basement to yourself. For one thing the place is as big as a small flat, the underground home of yours with a giant living room/bedroom, a tiny bathroom and a microwave oven. It’s all you need really. No one disturbs you and you only got upstairs to the giant four room house upstairs when you need to use the washing machine or when you leave the house, even then both the washing machine and nearest exit is at the back of the house in a little nook near one of the back doors.

If it was up to you, then you wouldn’t be living with some distant relatives but you’re in the last year of school and your part time job doesn’t pay nearly enough to move out.

So the basement it is.

That’s where you are right now. Sprawled out on your sofa bed in bed mode, a number of quilts and old sofa cushions pushed away so you can rest your head on your favourite pillow, Steve Harrington.

With your forehead smushed into his shoulder, your body not fully wrapped around his because you don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, for you’re only friends and you’ve seen the eyes he still gives Nancy, you sleepily listen to your half broken record player play a Stevie Nicks record, the volume stuck on quiet so the music is more background noise than anything.

You’re lying on your side, legs tucked in, bed socked feet the only warm bit of your body, whilst Steve lays on his back looking up to all the old posters on the ceiling.

Steve smiles at the thought of a younger you trying to put up the posters, he can imagine it right now. A short twelve year old you, for that’s when you moved to Hawkins, with pigtails and dungarees trying not to fall off a stack of books whilst trying to tape the posters over the bed. He can see the corner of a Jefferson Airplane poster is unstuck, a dusty spider web in between the paper and the ceiling, the rafters of the basement roof also decorated with stickers and posters.

He likes being down here, not just because he can see the evolution of your music taste through the posters plastered around, or hear the soft lull of the record player for you don’t own a TV, or bask in the almost apartment like feel of the basement that makes him want to live with in your very own flat.

No, Steve just likes being near you.

Sure there was a time that he liked Nancy but those days are gone, now he’s trying to set up Robin with her. Of course you’re oblivious to his feelings for you, your life has been filled with monsters and horrors so bad that everyone is always on guard, you have no time to stop and look to see the deep love he has for you.

He loves your smile, he loves how the corner of your eyes crinkle when you laugh hard, god he loves making you laugh for the melody that escapes your lips every time makes his cheeks flush and his mind go just a bit fuzzy.

You don’t know it but he has your picture in his wallet. It was from when you were fourteen and the both of you had terrible acne. You had persuaded him to go in a photo booth to take some funny photos and you had to perch on his lap to fit in the tiny booth. His heart flutters with equal parts nostalgia and deep love when he sees the small passport sized photograph his wallet, his head on top of yours, your smile bright and bold whilst pre-pubescent him looks at you like you gave him the moon.

Dustin saw the photo once and teased him about it, jokily calling him weird for having a picture of two pretty girls his age in his possession only to realise that one of the ‘pretty girls’ was in fact Steve before puberty hit him over the head with good looks.

Fuck, right now Steve wishes that you’d curl up closer to him, arms around his torso pressing your soft plush body against his side, lips dangerously near his neck and chest against his. It’s a thing of dreams him in your bed but he wishes for more, he wants you to know how he feels but he fears that you’re too oblivious, that if he tried to tell you he loves you, that somehow he’s loved you since you were both twelve and that the love he’s had for you has never gone away but has grown with you both then maybe you just think he’s building up to friend zoning you.

You told him about boys who’ve done that to you before, told you that they love you but in a platonic way and he wonders if you’d think the same if Steve told you he loves you.

Steve looks down at you, the dodgy record player now stopped because the album is over, your face focused on staring at the blue fabric of his shirt, eye glazed over in thought.

“What you thinking of?” he whispers, his body moving to be closer to you.

“…I-I think…” you begin only to zone out, not finishing your sentence.

Steve wants to say something playful back, something like ‘we all think (y/n)’ but he refrains from doing so. This isn’t the normally sparky you who speaks her mind, the you who walks down the street in go-go boots and corduroy skirts that cling to the curves of your body, the you who defeated monsters with your bare fists. You lie there in an oversized jersey and long pyjama bottoms, hair tied out the way and eyebrows knitting together thinking so hard that you might go in overdrive.

“I think, I like- fuck!” you look up to Steve to find his face is close, so close his nose brushes yours when you exhale.

He wants you to carry on, he want to defend you from whoever is making you so quiet and devoid of emotion. He’s never seen you so quiet. The house is empty and normally you’d be up and dancing around, grabbing his hands and pulling him in as ‘edge of seventeen’ plays.

But here you both are, so close but so still.

With no thoughts in his own mind Steve leans in and captures you lips in a kiss.

His lips are soft, his nose bumping into yours as your eyes go wide for just a moment. The kiss is short and sweet, leaving you both flushed messes. When he pulls away your noses still touch, his eye sparkling with hope.

“…ah-“ you eye flicker to his lips then to his eyes followed by you saying one word, “-again.”

He must be in heaven as he leans in once more this time your lips moving with his and you eye firmly closed. Your hand goes up to cradle his jaw as the kiss deepens, your legs tangle with his and his hand sneaks around to your lower back.

When you both pull away for air you finally snuggle you face in to his neck, your arms wrapping around him into a full body hug.

“I like you Steve.” You whisper, your words vibrating on his neck making him turn redder.

“You mean-“

“-like like you Steve, thought be honest a few moments ago I thought if I told you that you were going to reject me…”

He was right with what he thought.

“Well-“ Steve pulls you away to look back into your eyes, “-I like like you too.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever.”

You laugh a laugh of relief, one of happiness, “Took your time Steve. I was so worried that you’d reject me that I’ve preparing for our friendship to end.” you confess.

“I would never stop being friends with you.”

“I’m glad.”

You both smile and laugh before leaning in again to kiss.

#not proof read #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x plus size reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader

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asteriaas-stuffs · 2 years ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/asteriaas-stuffs/711879571447922688/i-want-to-ventand-it-includes-twsa-there-are-so

I'm this anon i thought u left Tumblr , happy to see u back. It took me so much to time to make this decision,i was contemplating myself if i want to share my life or not. I don't want to seem desperate. There'll be grammatical errors pls don't mind it :)

I have been trying to enter void since the end of Oct 2021, I've tried numerous method nothing seems to work for me. The main thing is I can't get a hold of my thoughts, whenever i try my mind wanders to everything that i suffered from childhood,my dad used to drink alcohol,he have anger issues,my parents fought most of the time bcoz of he being a drunkard, everytime they fight i sits like that don't affect me but deep down it does i agree that they had done so much to me, If i ever tell them to buy me something they'll gladly do that but i was scared to even ask them for something small,they used to beat me and scold me if i score less so being scared i studied hard without sleep to top class but i never succeeded i did got good grades but never been first. The funniest thing is i don't even remember any happy memories from my childhood everything i remember is my pathetic cries and my parents screaming each other. Sometimes I'm jealous of my younger brother he still don't know that my parents were toxic, whenever they fought my relatives used to keep him away from them bcos he was a child no one gave 2 f*cls about my emotions and as i grew up i also decided to keep him away from their fight bcoz i don't want him to suffer from the trauma as I'm suffering now.

I'm happy that my dad changed for good,he don't drink anymore but still my parents have no idea what i had gone or I'm going through bcoz of them. I want to have a convo with them regarding this but whenever i try to talk i ends crying. Pathetic i know.

I'm soon to be 21,and all these years people including my whole family have insulted me bcoz of my skin colour,my acne,my bodyfat(I'm 54kg) , how big my face is. They never missed a chance in pointing out my insecurities, even yesterday i attended a function and everyone was like "god you're getting worse by each passing day" only one of my cousin complimented me bcoz of my outfit. Everyone wants me to get married,the marriage pressure is too much here, I'm confused about my future after completing 12th my parents forced me to study CA,and I've been failing the exam continuously. I don't have a proper degree.

And when i was 12 my close cousin brother (my aunt's son) groped me and touched my private area not just touch i don't know how to completely elaborate it here,my hands are shaking literally ,he did that while i was sleeping,i never got enough courage to share it with anyone even my own parents. And after 5 years he msged me saying he's sorry for doing that and said he loved me,he don't even know what I'm going bcoz of his sick antics, he's a sick ass mf. After his msg i blocked him saying i don't have any interest in someone like him who's nearly a r*pist. And later on he got married to a girl who looks somewhat similar to me just to quench his thirst. I hate him to core.

Even though my parents have gave me a lot of trauma,i still don't hate them idk why,i want to give them a better life,a better house. I want them to be proud of me,i want to show people what i really am,i want to have a career,a better body. and moreover i want to move on from my past life and to forget about what my cousin did to me that's literally a nightmare for me.!!

So whenever i try to enter void these are the thoughts that goes on my mind and I'm scared everytime that what if i fail in entering. Idk what to do anymore with life.

Okay I'm crying not because i pity you or anything cause I don't pity you . I have gone to same. And ig there was someone out there having the same issues. Know that you're not alone . I'm telling you compare your problems with other but you're not alone babe . I freaking wanna hug you . I love so so much. I'm so freaking proud of you really cause you're so brave for growing through this shits and your emotions are valid . You matter to me . You matter to yourself. Although these small words won't be enough but reading all these paragraph made me cry and I'm not even lying. You have really gone through alot . I'm so proud of you surviving through these . So , now my piece of advice think me as older sister in your house that where you grew up like this but i managed to moved out and now I'm telling/forcing you , it's your turn babe . Don't you dare to look back . Ik it might be selfish but don't you dare to look at your brother and your family . First save yourself, then save others .

You don't need method to enter void . Let's stop assuming that . Ik it's hard cause you have gone through a lot . Try to stay as quiet as possible in the house . They tell you do this then do and smile force it . It's a way to trigger them .

Ik how family problems crushes you . Your feeling are valid but do you really need those bastards (sorry ) affection ??? They never paid attention to you . You're their daughter . You should be their priority. They should care about you not you should be doing the opposite . Just them giving food water education shelter doesn't mean that they get every right to abuse you physically and mentally. You still want them to be happy give a good life even thinking about them you're so freaking good daughter. You don't need their validation to prove all the other who knows your story knows how much good daughter, sister you're. And tbh it's no point telling them what you think cause think me as a older sister i tried but it never worked it didn't and it wouldn't. They don't care babe they don't . Rather than needing their validation i hope you can start getting your validation cause you deserve all the love and attention . And I'm praying that you will heal you definitely will . Get a therapy if possible a good one .

After 12th see if you had raised your voice you wouldn't be stuck . We do what they want to be good but tbh we end up stuck . And if you think you're late then you're not. You're only 21 there's a whole life ahead of you . Get a job ik it's hard if you live in South Asia. Start as anything i mean anything legal jobs cause you have your 12th certificate .Drop out for a year . Take break and work . After collect money start small business like candle, baking anything that you think will have potential. Ik it might be thinking oh it's easy to say for her cause either way she's living the way she wants but no been through that and I'm sharing as a older sister who moved out . And start working on self concept ( can you dm me on Instagram) . Then we will talk it privately .

I'm so sorry that you experienced SA in small age . I'm so sorry that you have gone through a lot . I'm praying that you will recover no matter what . Know your feelings are valid and you ain't pathetic and ik you cried while writing this so I'm so freaking proud of you . I love you so so much . You're enough my love .

#vent post #TW

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dr-george-ordell · 1 year ago

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To Dig At Old Scabs (TW: Mentions of Bullying, self-loathing)

Miłoz had been a strange child, no doubt in that.

Whenever people interacted with him it always felt sticky and fake, even if that person was his closest friend. He never really recovered from being that one child who'd always look around cluelessly whenever a teacher told everyone to get into groups for projects or team sports.

No one ever wanted him, always rolling their eyes in annoyance and disgust whenever he awkwardly lumped into their group. He was a social burden, only making up for it by quietly taking verbal abuse while doing most of the work.

What could be even worse would be the teacher yelling out to the class that he was unwanted, that he needed a pity invite or else he could not join in on whatever they were doing. It was always a futile attempt to get him out of their sight as fast as they could, treating him like he was a useless piece of livestock at an auction, too injured to be of any use. There would be a sickly shame burning within his throat each time this happened, Miłoz trying to blink fast enough before his emotions overpowered him during those moments.

Now as an adult, he preferred to be with himself alone. He was more safe and secure by himself, no one was there to boss him around or force him to unwillingly do an extra work load. Even if he did have people who invited him into a group, he would hesitate with a trained wariness. Because who would want such a bumbling idiot, who'd drag down your group with his stuttering speech and dreadful appearance?

Another thing he never got used to was being perceived as handsome. He as an adult was seen as beautiful by others-to his surprise-but he never could view himself that way. Miłoz did have fair skin, well groomed dark hair, perfect teeth and naturally cherry red lips. His face was considered attractive by most people's standards, as well as his body being quite lean and "healthy looking."

But he never felt more than average on best days. During his more grim episodes of self loathing, he found himself falling back upon old habits, avoiding mirrors and hiding his face within his hands, usually having spiralling thoughts of how everything about him was obscenely grotesque.

He hated how his current friends disagreed with this notion.

Marlin for one, he was the definition of angelic, comparable to the carved marble statues precured by gifted hands. He was the poster boy for masculine charm, chosen specifically for his alluring beauty as a propaganda model, yet somehow, the other man found something as pathetic and pitiful as him comparable to the likes of Snow White.

He was a ugly child and teenager, another reason why he found it hard to believe he was even worthy of the admiration of other people. Everyone who saw his younger pictures either agreed with him, or didn't out of painfully obvious pity. He didn't know who was worse, the people who pointed out his dreadful acne and crow-like nose, or the people who gave him strained smiles, staring at him like how one would stare at a dying slug on the side of a road.

Some would even find it hard to believe that his younger self had actually grown into his adult self. He agreed with those people on most days. Sometimes he really wished that his younger self, the lanky, hideous, overweight boy, was a completely different person. To separate himself from the child who cowered and rolled over at any mistreatment, dissociation from his past would be morbidly liberating.

But what would his younger self say at this selfish act of running away? To be abandoned by the only person he could truly ever trust? It would be a final stage of self-murder, a metaphoric suicide of sorts, such a devastating destruction of ones fundamental, original self that not even other people could purposefully achieve.

(He never grew up. Metamorphising into this horrific thing, this alien that slid awkwardly into a skin that would never fit him. He would be forever a monstrous thing, a creature pretending to be human. And people would always know this disgusting fact of his, no matter how well he tried to supress it.)

#writing #tw #bullying #self loathing #autistic experiences #middle aged depressed british man #original writing #original story #miłoz kaczyński #hes also polish #secondary school #liminal spaces

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vaida-talks-about-everything · 4 months ago

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Kailman Legacy || 18: Goldblooms on the Ranch

Two texts changed the course of Dayla Ann and the kids' morning. One was from their father, who wouldn't be home for several hours because of a pop-up book signing so he couldn't do their regular swap on time. In the nick of time, the other was Noah John inviting her and the kids over for brunch and to hang out with Emerson and the horses. So, with the kids already dressed and in the car, she surprised them with a drive to Chestnut Ridge. Benjamin, in particular, was pumped to meet the "horsies" while his younger siblings were eager to see a new place.

Dayla Ann was met with a smile and a hug from Noah John upon entering the door, and the two found their rhythm of conversation while Emerson took the kids back for food and to meet Louisa, whom Clover took an immediate liking to. Over brunch, Emerson asked his nieces and nephews about school and what they wanted to do this summer: go to the beach and get a new puppy. Dayla Ann laughed, as they'd had a dog since before he was born, but Benjamin insisted on a big, furry farm dog like she had growing up.

She promised she'd think about it and let the kids roam around the property with Emerson and Louisa, introducing them to the horses and Arizona, the exact type of dog Benjamin dreamed of.

Meanwhile, his mom and Noah John spent their time together walking not too far off.

"Thanks for inviting us, by the way. It's nice to see them outside, 'specially somewhere new."

"It's my pleasure. Plus it gave me an excuse to see you again, and meet them. They're all very charming, your kids."

"Thank you. Probably got it from their dad, he's a talker."

"Oh, really? I would've thought they got the sweetness from you. Give yourself some credit."

Dayla Ann took his hand, hoping to make her interest in him more transparent and to thank him for the compliment. Despite his initial shyness, he had a different way with words: simple but heartfelt. She thought about how different the pacing was with him versus Tim. She'd met Tim in high school and quickly set her sights on him before her pretty and outgoing younger sister got him first. While Emily Louise never meant to be competition, Tim didn't hold back his charms from her, making Dayla Ann's mission that much more dire in her mind. She got him in the end, and they had their share of happiness together. She smiled at the four results of their decade-long happiness, knowing good came from it. In her brief moment of quiet, Noah turned to face her, finally moving toward the dream he'd had the night before.

"Dayla Ann, would you do me the honor of taking you on a proper date?"

Snapped out of her train of thought, she nodded, smiling all the wider. The two eventually joined the group and liked having this little secret between them. With the kids going to Tim's for the next several days, Dayla Ann made plans and looked forward to more of what was blooming between them. The Kailman siblings on the ranch eventually got to catch up, and Dayla Ann was happy to see her little brother grow up, lose that boyhood acne, and get some muscle in him from hard work. Benjamin would come to join them, asking if Uncle Emerson pleaded his case about "the dog thing". She was convinced to look into it more after seeing him play with the ranch pup, thinking their little Italian greyhound could use a friend.

#Dayla Ann #Kailman legacy | Dayla Ann #Dayla Ann Goldbloom #Noah John James #Noah John #Emerson #Emerson Kailman #Louisa Joy Mayfield #Louisa Joy #kailman legacy #sims 4 kailman legacy #sims 4 #Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy #the sims 4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 #legacy gameplay

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hiddenworldofmary · 9 months ago

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C P R V Y for brutaly honest hour ☠️

I dug this out of my drafts last night and now it's time to face the consequences and overshare on main 💃🏻 (It got terribly long because I can't form a concise thought so grab snacks I guess and keep reading)

C - How long it's been since I've [been] kissed? As sad as the truth is, it's been over a year. It was a very memorable beginning of October 2022. While the conversation was interesting there was zero chemistry whatsoever but at the end the dude still got a kiss because why the hell not. 36 hours later I was awfully sick with covid (courtesy of my roommate) and I really hope I didn't give him that 💀 Never spoke to him after the date.

P - What kind of music I like I will listen to pretty much anything if I like it, except for hiphop, rap and our lovely polish disco polo. I do tend to lean towards pop, I gave a piece of my heart to lady gaga at age 11 and it stayed with her to this day. I've always enjoyed classical music as well (and I used to play the piano) but other than that anything goes.

R - 10 of my curiosities (which I understand as curious things about me, or as curious as they can be - I'm not particularly interesting) - I absolutely suck at video games that require fighting or driving. - I hate cottage cheese with a burning passion. - As a teenager (and younger than now adult) I would make tables or documents with advantages of things I wanted my parents to buy for me (such as: gaming console (in early covid times) is good for me because I will be able to socialize with people safely and good for parents because I will stop being a pain in the ass). It worked every time 😎 - I can't eat gluten and I shouldn't eat dairy because it gives me acne and it often makes life pretty sad because -> - I love love love bread and pastries and ice cream and cakes - Over the years I unknowingly established a sort of capsule wardrobe and it's wonderful but it annoys me whenever I see things like "buy less clothes! how? BUY THESE THINGS to have a capsule wardrobe FOR THIS SEASON" because I feel like that's missing the point 🤦🏻‍♀️ - My favourite colour is pink but I almost never wear pink clothes - I am terribly afraid of all flying bugs, especially those that bite or buzz, which makes late spring, all of summer and early autumn my personal hell. - I don't like cooked fish with the exception of baked salmon but I really like sushi 🍣 - (last one and my personal favourite) I have a freckle on my lips :)

V - 3 big dreams As much as I daydream it wasn't easy to think of three things that I really do want to happen. For as long as I can remember I've always wanted to travel to Alaska, it still remains my biggest dream. Second one is pretty silly, but I'm really looking forward to the day when my skin stops acting like a teenager and I no longer have acne anywhere. Last one is an umbrella dream of sorts and it is to be happy - that happiness for me includes (among other things) good health but also a hopeful and determined attitude whenever health goes to shit, enough money to be able to live comfortably but also staying positive whenever I may not be able to get myself what I want or need, great relationships with family and other people but also being comfortable alone and enjoying my own company.

Y - If I like my town and why I love the city I live in! It's by the seaside (which I used to dislike prior to moving here) and the temperatures here are usually colder than in other places in the country. I like that it's a very people focused city, there are many free (!!!) opportunities to relax, socialize or learn (yoga in the summer, cinema, museum tours, concerts, workshops). Public transport is also free if you have a residence card. It's also quite on the left side when it comes to politics and most people here and very accepting and kind. There is greenery pretty much everywhere, many parks and bike lanes and a lot of good food.

Dziękiiii 🥰🌸🌊

#perfect example of how when someone lets me talk I WILL and i will talk a lot #oversharing on main #typical tuesday on here #mine #ask game

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manythoughtmanyprayers · 2 years ago

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i am too thoughtful and too horny to make sense, but i can only blame it on you.

for years i never felt good enough for others, i never felt pretty, or hot, or sexy. ever. maybe because no one ever looked at me, spared me a glance even. that and nobody ever taught me how to look at myself and love what i see. i never felt comfortable in my skin and body to get close to other people, to let others touch me, or even for me to touch myself. i always felt unworthy, unlovable, untouchable. 'nobody's gonna love your scars, your acne, your body hair, your body shape, your lack of that skinny shape' i would think. and forever i had that mindset blocking myself from getting closer to people, specially those who i liked.

i have been touching myself for 10 years, everytime a different feeling, for different reasons. what i see, what i think, what i do. but it always felt like it wasn't good, or healthy, or enough. it made me feel like i was never enough.

i never let a boy touch me in any sexual or romantic way. got my first kiss at 19 when i was tipsy from a guy i never saw again because he felt sorry for me (i was too attached to a boy i had likes for 3 years at that time and never had kissed anyone because of that). got my first sexual experiences with a guy at 20 because i thought it was the right thing to do since we were 'dating'. did i like him enough to do so? not really. did i trust him? a little, i guess (enough to let it happen). did i feel good? i would have to give a negative answer. i did feel like a trashcan for cum however. 3 nights with him and gave him 5 or 6 bj because he was in the mood. and i just went with it. i only allowed him to touch me bellow my belly in that last night. i would rather not repeat it.

'maybe i'm asexual' i thought, that would be the most reasonable reason behind the fact that i had never enjoyed myself with other boys, right? right. however, asexuality is a spectrum, and i don't fall into the category of 'not feeling pleasure' at all. it's more of a..... i don't feel pleasure without an emotional connection, trust, and self-esteem.

which is where you enter the chat.

for years i never felt hot, i never felt pretty. the healing and changing process started not too long ago, almost 2 years, and it was slow, very slow, with ups and downs. i felt prettier and sexier with time. but still felt unseen by others. until you came into my life.

it took me some time to accept the fact that someone else other than me and my friends (close friends, who i trust my life with) saw me, looked at me and thought 'i would fuck the shit out of her and treat her like my most precious treasure'. or maybe i had already accepted it but never realised it. because otherwise, why would i feel so comfortable with kissing you first on our officially first time meeting? why would i feel comfortable enough to spend the night at yours after only a week, specially given how that night turned out? why would i go back, this time to just be with you? why would i have a night such like our last? why would i feel how i feel right now (oh so horny yet so infatuated)?

i came to the conclusion that i had already accepted the fact that someone else sees me like i do when my self-esteem is high, that someone wants me for my body and my soul, not just one of them, a long time ago. and i know that because i have never wished to be fucked so bad in my life like right now. i know that because i have had mental tedtalks with myself about taking the next step with you, preparing myself and my body just in case i do give in completely and give you my body to touch and love and use.

younger me would only see unworthy written all over her unlovable body. present me sees worthy written all over my acceptable body. because you made me change, you healed me somehow, so much in such a short period of time. and for once in my life, i want to let go and dive in, i am letting go and trying to dive in, because i believe you will catch me and accept me, with all the fears that are still scaring my body and mind.

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skvvzy · 2 years ago

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Suna is the biggest dork

Suna flexes in the mirror thinking he’s the coolest mf in the world

Suna would sleep and cuddle with his little sister when he was younger

Suna laughs at his own jokes either the ones he says out loud or the ones he makes in his head

Suna who arm wrestled with Samu once and won and was so proud of himself

Suna who has a little pikachu plush charm thingy that his sister gave him and it’s always seen somewhere on his backpack

Suna who has a hole in his sock

Suna who gets nervous around girls like really flustered when a girl talks to him or anything and when atsumu noticed this he made fun of him a bit

Suna who love doodling cats on his paper or assignments that look like somewhat like this

Suna who listens to lamp and the twins figured that out when they took his phone from his pocket to see what he was listening to ( they never thought that suna would be into music like lamp )

Suna who tried skate bordering and slipped off it while the twins laughed at him and now refuses to go near a skateboard

Suna who regularly cleans his phone and his headphones because he hates when the screen is dirty or when his headphones start looking gross

Suna who almost died in his sleep because he fell asleep with wired headphones and woke up tangled in said wire

Suna who no matter how cold it is has his fan on

Suna who had acne when he was in middle school and would pick at it until his mom gave him facial products to help it go away

Suna who still owns these facial products at the age of 26 and has flawless skin

Suna who never had much friends in middle school because he never talked much but ginjima and the twins helped him get out his shell

Suna who often tries to think of jokes that would make Kita laugh so he could see Kita’s guard down

Suna who watches muck bang videos

Suna who wasn’t interested in Volleyball in middle school and only did it just to pass the time but as he made more friends in high school really enjoyed It

Suna who’s camra roll is FILLED with pictures of the twins, some of Kita, and lots of komori and Washio

Suna who even with a deadpan expression would do anything for his friends

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#suna headcanons #suna rintarou #sunawunna #suna fluff #sunaisadork #suna imagines #suna

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drapopia · 3 years ago

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Golden Wind Skincare/Makeup Headcanons

Authors note: This took me so long, sorry I haven't posted lately :') I'm graduating soon so I have been horrendously busy haha! hope ya'll enjoy these little bits of info I believe to be true lol

Bruno's Team

Bruno

Likes to take care of his skin, tends to use minimal products, but nice ones nonetheless

Tends to have drier skin than most, so he makes sure to use a moisturizer that doesn’t make his skin feel tacky or sticky. No fragrance for him!

When others on the team are feeling low, he will offer to let them use some of his masks he gets in those monthly subscription boxes. Fugo will deny that the team saw him reclining on Bruno’s bed with a bubbly mask on.

His usual makeup routine is minimal, he prefers a skin tint and a mascara, a light pit of powder where he tends to get shinier at the end of the day. Sometimes he wears lip oil and a bit of bronzer.

Knows how to do extravagant makeup, tends not to do it because of mafia customs.

Firm believer that gender doesn’t define if you wear makeup or not

Abbacchio

Keeps up with his routine as best he can, forgets occasionally.

Acne prone when he was younger, he does have some scarring on his cheeks from when he was younger. He does spot treatment religiously to avoid it now that he’s older.

While he isn’t insecure of his skin, he does like to wear heavy foundation because he likes the look. Didn’t wear much makeup while on the force, wasn’t taken all well by his cop buddies.

Now that he’s with the gang, he opts for a heavier makeup routine, Sephora knows him all too well. They don’t understand how they lose product every time he comes in, but can never catch him stealing. (Moody Blues is a sneaky lil guy)

Experiments often when he’s alone with different eye looks, tends to keep his purple and black lipstick.

Giorno

While he knows some stuff about skincare and makeup, he wasn’t exposed to it much in his life. His stepfather looked down on it, and his mother wasn’t an encouraging role model.

He washes his face and moisturizes it with whatever Bruno tells him to, he has some acne on his cheeks but he tends to forget about it. He picks and gets scolded by Fugo.

He doesn’t wear all that much makeup, he likes lipgloss because it’s shiny.

Narancia

This little devil.

Has stolen Bruno’s lipstick and put it on and never gave it back. He refuses to give it back, even though he doesn’t wear it. He puts it on before he gets in the shower and flaunts in the mirror, immediately washes it off.

He does minimal skincare, but will join Trish on skincare nights and enjoy the little face masks she puts on him.

Has eaten cucumbers off his eyes and spit them out immediately after because face mask got on them

Likes the appeal of mascara, he’s frightened he will get an eye infection though.

Fugo

One of the only boys to keep up with their skincare, he has a more oilier skin type and is hyper aware of it. He has acne, and stresses about it often.

He likes wearing blush, and enjoys eyeliner. Loves graphic eyeliner, but is scared to try it lest it look unappealing

Abbacchio taught him how to do his eyebrows and maintain them so they look good, he prides himself on his tidy lil brows.

Made sure Trish got her blush on the mission

Mista

This man washes with a bar of soap and that is it. He will occasionally do face masks with Narancia and Trish, but that is the extent of his skincare lol.

Wears lip gloss and appreciates makeup!

There’s not much to say, he’s not that interested in that stuff as much as he is in fashion.

La Squadra

Risotto

Someone moisturize this mans face, I BEG YOU

Neglects his skincare routine often, he opts for cheaper stuff that he can afford. If he really needs something, he’ll use Metallica and shoplift it.

Loves a good sharp eyeliner, and wears it pretty much everyday.

His older cousin showed him the Rocky Horror Picture Show when he was a wee babe, and he particularly loves Columbia’s eye look, but is hesitant to try it.

Draws on his brows, tweezes them as well.

Prosciutto

Fancy little guy, loves fancy stuff!

He likes fragrance even though it screws his skin up, and will do it until the day he dies.

He enjoys the opportunity to recline every night or so and relax with a bottle of limoncello and do a mask. He isn’t exactly religious about his routine, but he tries to keep up with it.

Wears a light bit of bronzer and a shimmer on his inner corner since he read about it in a magazine when he was younger.

He also tweezes his brows and keeps them thin.

Pesci

Doesn’t have much of a skincare routine, likes face masks though! One of his fondest memories is when he first joined La Squadra and did face masks with Melone in their basement. He was frightened of the atmosphere down there, but very intrigued!

Keeps his eyebrows thicker but still likes to keep them tidy.

Wears a minimal amount of blush, a green satin lipstick, and a lil bit of mascara! He is very proud that he can apply lipstick so well, he rarely, if ever, makes a mistake.

Gets those dollar sheet masks from corner stores

Melone

This man reeks of fragrance, he does not care one bit about how it dries out his already crusty skin (said lovingly)

If he extends an invitation to do skincare, he trusts you. He has initiated almost every new member of La Squadra by asking them to sit down, put on a mask, and chat.

This is also how he gathers information for work, but also camaraderie.

Loves extravagant makeup, but doesn’t have many opportunities.

Can pull off graphic eyeliner, tends to go for sharper and brighter colors. Loves a bright blush and an iridescent highlighter on the tip of his nose.

Unlike Pesci, cannot put on lipstick to save his life.

Formaggio

Does not do skincare, washes his face with a bar of soap and somehow has the clearest skin in the group. He sleeps with a dirty pillowcase and has the face of a baby. HOW

Has put on makeup before, liked the look and didn’t appreciate how heavy it felt on his face.

He made Illuso put fake eyelashes on him and he felt like he ascended.

He has an eyelash curler he uses on his lashes sometimes, just for himself though (and the ladies-)

Illuso

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t have an absolute arsenal of products in his cabinets.

Has definitely made fun of the others for having such a scattered routine.

Isn’t the biggest fan of makeup actually, he does it to pamper himself.

Enjoys a more natural look over a glamorous one, he likes shimmers and golds, dark purples and iridescent colors catch his eye more than matte, cool toned ones.

Is a sucker for red lipstick.

Ghiaccio

Has a routine, is just very negligent of it. He forgets it exists until he gets a pimple, and then goes into overdrive, He gets very annoyed by blemishes, and has scars where he was younger and picked at them.

Has freckles, so he likes to accentuate them with makeup. He loves the way they make his hair look, if that makes any sense!

Wears mascara and a bb cream and that’s really it. Sometimes he’ll spice it up with a light blue or purple shimmer on his lids but that’s really about it.

Very strange additional idea, I think he finds acne attractive.

Sorbet and Gelato

They both keep to their routines as best they can, though Sorbet is more diligent with it. Gelato is just kinda reminded by Sorbet of it and he’s like “Oh! Yeah! Thanks babe”

They do face masks, listen to Judas Priest, and sit on their lil loveseat and give cheek kisses

Gelato wears lip balm and that is it. Sorbet wears eyeliner religiously and has perfected his base routine to a religious experience. He feels naked without either of the two.

Gelato makes Sorbet do his makeup when they’re especially bored. He loves the look, don’t get me wrong. He just doesn’t have the patience or steady hands.

Bonus !!!!

Cioccolata and Secco

Cioccolata does his normal makeup routine as seen in the show almost every day. He goes to sleep with it on and wakes up and applies more. The cycle repeats.

Secco washes his face and that is it. He washes with bar soap and he has rosy cheeks like a baby.

Cioccolata wears graphic eyeliner on occasion and enjoys it. He also does trad goth looks when he has the time! He gets the appeal.

Secco will make him do his lipstick so they can match sometimes. They can’t see it under Oasis, but it makes them feel closer nonetheless.

Before Passione, Cioccolata stuck to a bb cream and mascara, just to look ‘normal’,

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witch-ren · 2 years ago

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Foundation

A little Tech and Echo drabble. Translating would be not so good, feel free to point on the mistakes.

Modern AU. Tech is a rock music lover, Echo is just soft and loves theater. He also has porcelain-like set of prosthetics.

Original version here // оригинальная версия тут

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For quite a long time Echo thought that Tech done almost nothing to himself. Of course, he had pierced his lip, eyebrow and ears, dyed his hair caramel brown — but this took less time than doing a makeup. Omega, his younger sister, applied an eyeliner and a mascara — it took her five minutes everyday. And Fives, now dead, had a goatee of certain shape and length, and keeping these parameters seemed as not so quick process to Echo.

But, in general, Tech doesn't need any cosmetics. He is nice as he is. Slightly slanted eyes, nose with a little hump and wide nostrils, clean-shaven face with no moles or birthmarks. Piercings just emphasized these facial features.

But I need to repeat: Echo just thought so. Only for today. Crosshair, Tech's brother, could not dye his hair because of college exam, and Tech had to go to the hairdresser. By the way, Echo never knew that hair need to be bleached before dyeing. Tech with fully bleached hair looked... strangely new for him.

— Echo, hand me my bag, please, — Tech asked, going to reception area.

Echo stood up from the armchair and just after it realized that the bag has been on his knees. After falling down the wallet and unfamiliar bottle fell out from it.

In no time Echo hid the bottle in his sleeve, grabbing the wallet with his prosthetic hand and gave it to Tech.

— Sorry, I failed a bit. — He smiled with guilty.

— It's ok, don't worry. — Tech wove his hand.

Going out, he looked in his bag and tensed up a little, but said nothing. However, Echo noticed it.

— Excuse me, — he muttered, — it's probably none of my business, but... what is it?

He slipped the bottle down his sleeve right into the hand.

Tech grabbed it immediately and, being embarrassed just like a teenager, mumbled:

— It's a foundation. I have... I have an acne. I cover it with the foundation, and before going to bed I put on the acne cream.

Echo frowned. Tech lowered his head, hiding the foundation bottle it his bag, and sat on the bench, averting his eyes, being ashamed.

— You see... — he blinked off, — I'm the only one who has freckles in my family. I have a lot of them, and compiring to my brothers they are too bright on my skin. It seems wrong to me, and I use cosmetics to hide it. My brother banned me from using a bleaching cream. And, if I need to go out, I conceal my freckles.

Tech dripped a small drop of foundation on his wrist, where the veins were noticeable. The foundation was very dense.

Echo sighed:

— And now wash it off your face, appreciate yourself as you are and never think about this nonsense again.

— Yes, sir, — with apologies in voice said Tech and took the wet wipes from the bag.

Echo never had to see such dense spots on the wet wipe. All the foundation, which Tech wiped off his face, fully covered the non-vowen material.

But on Tech's face now were the freckles. Beautiful soft freckles, which made his face so charming. They looked like a handful of copper coins scattered on a silky fabric.

Echo smiled and carefully pressed Tech to his chest.

— Never conceal your freckles anymore, you understand? Never. It's the part of you, it makes you unique, compiring to, as you said earlier, your brothers.

— Do you know, how much freckled people do live in this world?

— I don't need them. Your freckles are the dearest to me.

#the bad batch #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #tbb tech #fanfic #star wars #the clone wars

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dccomicsimagines · 3 years ago

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My Business - Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anon - A superman x reader imagine with the prompt: "I found your nose! It was in my business."

Requested by warblinglion0 - Hi! Could I request a Clark Kent imagine please??

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Clark closed his eyes against the blowing snow. He flew over the city, using his super hearing to guide him. The city was quieter than normal. The snowstorm had shut almost everything down.

He sighed, swooping down to help a woman carry home groceries. “Thank you, Superman,” she shouted once she was at her building. Clark waved at her and took off into the sky again.

Most of his day was spent helping stranded people with the storm. He had already written his article about the impact of the storm on Metropolis’ sewer system. Perry could forgive boring content when the storm created a slow news day. Clark snorted. He bet Lois found some kind of amazing story in this weather.

He landed on the top of the Daily Planet. The cold air felt sharp in his lungs. It reminded him of winters at home. He looked out at the snow covered city, thinking of turning in. A cup of hot chocolate while watching that documentary he felt would give him an edge in a story he was researching. He felt warm already.

“Get lost, jerk.” Your voice hit his ears. Clark’s eyes widened in surprise. It was like he was subconsciously listening for you sometimes. Your voice always came to him in the moments he never suspected.

He floated into the air, searching for you. You sounded too close to be at your apartment across town.

“Stupid, country bum,” a man’s voice echoed near you. Clark heard a door slam. He flew faster before slowing when he found you trudging through the snow in the street. His stomach dropped at how underdressed you were. You didn’t even have a coat on.

He almost flew down to you, but he stopped himself. People couldn’t see Superman around you. Too risky. He quickly flew to his apartment only a block away. Changing into regular clothes, he made sure to pick up an extra coat for you before zooming back to you.

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You wrapped your arms around yourself and cursed your situation. Why didn’t you bring a coat? Why did you decide to go the the club during a snowstorm? You shook your head, feeling the snow settled on your head. Everything was shut down. You shivered, crossing the street to make the long walk home.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing out here?” Clark’s voice made you jump. You spun around, seeing him run over to you. Ironically, he was dressed for the weather. Funny since he couldn’t feel the cold. “Where’s your coat?” He had an extra coat over his arm, which he quickly wrapped around you. You slipped your arms in the sleeves, noting how warm it was.

A shaky laugh escaped you. “I found your nose. It’s in my business...again.” You tapped his nose before struggling to zip up the coat. Your fingers were already numb, burning from the cold. Clark shook his head, smiling as he zipped it for you.

“Come on. It’s too far for you to go home now. My place is nearby.” He wrapped a strong arm around you and led you home. “Now why are you out in this weather?”

He was so warm and his big frame blocked the wind. “Well, I got invited to a club by some friends of Lucy’s.” You bit your lip. “I thought I’d go, but then one of the guys started making fun of me when I didn’t know what...” You stopped yourself from spilling the embarrassing conversation. “Never mind.”

“You’re always getting in trouble.” Clark unlocked his building’s front door and held it open for you. You hurried inside, stomping your feet to knock off the snow. Shivers rocked your body, you could have swore ice was forming on your body.

“And you’re always popping up to help.” You rolled your eyes. “I never would have thought my good old brother, Pete, would ask you to keep an eye on me so much. Do you two even talk that much anymore?”

“We do.” Clark bit his lip. Pete Ross didn’t call him that much, but they always caught up when Clark went home for a visit. It was actually during one of those visits that Pete asked Clark to keep an eye on his younger sibling who got it into their head to move to Metropolis. Pete thought you were in over your head, and honestly, most of the time you were.

You pulled Clark’s jacket closer as you both headed to the elevator. “I mean there was that time where I was in that bad roommate situation, so you helped me move. Then I wanted to rent that one place for really cheap and you stepped in to show me how bad it was. Of course, then you came in with that offer to live with Lucy Lane in a nicer part of town.”

Clark blushed slightly. “Well, it’s the least I could do. I mean you’re practically family, (Y/N).”

Your stomach soured slightly. You were afraid he only saw you as Pete’s little tagalong sibling. Who could blame him when you felt so helpless most of the time? “I personally think it’s because you want to make up for breaking up my mud mask business in the fifth grade.”

He laughed hard, almost doubling over. “You were taking mud from the pond and mixing it with your mother’s perfume. It made three people break out in hives.”

“I had a warning label on it.” You smiled at his reaction. “And it was five dollars a bottle.”

Clark shook his head. “Ma actually bought one from you. She didn’t use it though. In fact, I think she still has it sitting in the garage.”

“Too bad for her. Lana swore by it. Said it cleared up her acne just like that.” You snapped your fingers, chuckling along with him. The elevator doors opened and Clark led the way down the hall to his apartment.

“In all seriousness though, you shouldn’t have went out with a storm on the way. The city shuts down during snowstorms.” Clark unlocked his apartment door and pushed it open to let you in first.

“The club was still open.” You wandered inside, flicking on the lights to take in the bland surroundings. The only personal items were a framed newspaper article and three family pictures of the Kents.

“Stupidly still open, yes.” Clark shut the door and locked it. “I’ll make some hot chocolate. Make yourself comfortable, (Y/N).” He took off his coat and shook it out before pulling off his shoes. You kept the coat on, still warming up.

Clark went into the kitchen and you trailed behind him. “Were you as helpless as me when you first moved here?” you asked suddenly as you took a seat at the counter. Clark blinked, turning to look at you while he turned on the stove.

“Yes. I had no idea what I was doing and I had a few tricky situations myself.” He smiled. “I’m glad I can help you not to make the same mistakes I did.”

You hummed. He turned back to start warming up the milk. “Of course it was easier for you. Being Superman and all.” Clark flinched, looking at you with wide eyes. You laughed at the sight. “I know. I know. We’re not supposed to talk about it. It’s the thing we know, but never speak of.”

Clark sighed. “I don’t think that made it easier for me.” He cleared his throat, turning back to the stove. “It was hard to hide my powers. To have some much noise around me all the time. Not to mention when I decided to become Superman.”

You watched him, noting the tension in his shoulders. Part of you wanted to go hug him, but you resisted. You didn’t know how he would react. “I remember the first time we knew for sure that you were something special. It was during winter break one year. You, Pete, and Tommy Johnson were trying to go ice fishing at the lake. I followed you because you wouldn’t let me come and I was being stubborn.”

“You fell through the ice because you walked on the thin part.” Clark hummed, getting out the chocolate mix.

“No one would have noticed, but you heard me scream.” You crossed your arms. The chill from the freezing water felt like a permanent scar every time you thought back on that day. “I went under the ice and I couldn’t find a way to get out.”

“I dived in after you.” Clark mixed in the chocolate slowly. You wondered if he was remembering how cold the water was too, even though he didn’t get cold. “I had to break through the ice once I found you. Pete and Tommy ran over to help. I let them pull us out. Tommy couldn’t believe I broke through the ice, but Pete told him it was thin there too.”

“None of us said anything about it, but you did save my life that day.” You took a deep breath, slipping off your chair. Taking off his coat, you were finally warm enough. “We always knew, but never really talked about it. I remember I tried to ask Pete to ask you to lift this big rock for me and he slapped my face.”

“He slapped you?” Clark spun to you, staring at your cheek like Pete just slapped you right this second. You chuckled and touched your cheek. It had stun a lot. You cried at the time.

“Pete was protecting you. Like I said it’s the thing we all knew, but never talked about.” Your face burned at the concern on his face. “I’m fine, Clark.”

Clark bit his lip, turning away to grab two mugs out of the cabinet. You snorted when you saw he had a superman mug. “Ma gave this to me. She thought it was funny.” He handed you a filled mug and turned off the stove.

“It is if you know.” You took a sip, licking your lips. “This is good.”

“Thanks, I learned from the best.” Clark took a sip of his own hot chocolate. “I was going to watch a documentary for work if you want join me? Otherwise, we can just watch regular TV, I’m not picky.”

You headed into the living room and made yourself comfortable on his couch. “The documentary is fine. I like learning.”

“I bet Mrs. G just rolled over in her grave at that.” Clark laughed. “I remember how you made her so mad that her face turned completely red like she was going to burst into flames.”

“Good times.” You laughed, relaxing as Clark sat down beside you. Shyly, he grabbed a blanket and covered you and himself with it. You hesitated before cuddling into his side.

Clark paused. You saw a mixed expression of emotions cross his face. “You comfortable?”

“Yep.” You took another sip from your mug. Clark relaxed and turned on the documentary. The two of you snuggled while the snowstorm raged outside.

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The next morning, Clark was startled to hear eggs frying in the kitchen. He slowly got out of bed and was about to leave his bedroom until he remembered you. Quickly, he pulled on an old Smallville High t-shirt. No reason to scare you with his bare chest.

You were in the kitchen. Clark stopped in the doorway, his breath taken away. He had forgotten he had given you a shirt of his to wear. You turned when you heard his gasp. “Good morning.” You waved innocently before turning back to the stove. “I hope you don’t mind that I made us breakfast. I figured it was the least I could do since you let me stay here last night.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to send you out into the storm.” Clark sat down at the table. His body threatened to burst into flames. Why did you look so good in his shirt?

“You could have flown me home.” Clark watched you as you made a plate for him. He almost groaned at how domestic it was. Part of him wished you could be here every morning. However, the other part of him knew you were Pete Ross’ sibling. Off limits.

Clark cleared his throat. You set the plate in front of him. “Thank you.” He dug into the food to distract himself from the racing thoughts.

You laughed and made a plate for yourself. Clark tensed when you sat down right next to him. “So it’s still snowing outside,” you said, picking at your food.

“It is.” Clark glanced out the window at the winter wonderland outside. “I’ll have to insist you stay here.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have to insist.” You met his eye, winking at him. “But what are we going to do all day long?”

Clark took a big bite of eggs. His heart fluttered at your wink. “I do have to write an article, but after we could...I don’t know...maybe break out that game we used to play?”

“You still have that? And you have it here?” You gasped, clapping your hands.

“Ma sent it to me a year ago. Said I might need it.” Clark chuckled. He avoid mentioning that Ma only sent it after she found you out were moving to Metropolis. Come to think of it, Clark wondered if Ma knew something he didn’t. Then again, she always did.

You went into a story about when you all first played the game. Clark listened, remembering it himself. You, Pete, and Clark played the game for the first time in the basement of his house while there was a tornado warning. A warm fuzzy feeling came to his chest. Clark decided then and there that he would call Pete once you went home and ask him for permission to ask you out.

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Halloween Challenge! This is my first time posting here, so be kind 😊

Character pairing: dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him.

Quote: I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Non-con (implied), non-con touching, blackmail, coercion, 18+ only. Please don’t read if you don’t like.

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The rain was falling in torrents and how you made your way through it you would never know. It was only September, but the rain made it much colder and you were so glad that you were in a car with heating on. Steve was driving almost blind and if it were someone else, you would be scared, but it was him and so you let yourself sink into the seat and relax.

“Take my jacket, you look cold” He said as he shot your slightly shivering form a sharp look.

You nod and reach behind to take his jacket and wrap it around your body. You do it without hesitation and with no question. Always so trusting and obedient, at least, when it came to him. You were small, in fact positively diminutive when it came to the super soldier sitting beside you and seemed to drown in his jacket. He smiled when he saw you, and you smile back at his cheeky look.

“How long until we get to the safe house? I am hungry.” You asked, wiggling in your seat.

“Not long. It’s right in the middle of this clearing. Maybe 10 more minutes”, He answered, reaching over to pat your knee in assurance.

“You’ve been there before?”

“Twice. Nat and I set it up just after we took down Shield and then later crashed here with Sam and Buck around 2 years ago. It’s safe and cozy.”

You hum and played with your fingers. It was only going to be the two of you this time. It didn’t bother you all that much. You would rather it be him than anyone else. Well, maybe Tony, but after him you liked Steve the best. You were one of the younger avengers, having been recruited only two years ago by Clint Barton. You used to work for a covert government organization IMF where Clint was undercover for a few years and seeing your talent with a gun and a computer, he had once asked your help in one of his Avengers missions where you met Tony Stark who immediately took a liking to you and trained you under him.

You worked as Tony’s tech girl, helping mostly with recon missions for a few months. Then Natasha started training you for field missions and low and behold, you were kicking ass with them for nearly 6 months now. You haven’t done very difficult missions yet, and not a single solo. Mostly you’re paired with Nat and Clint or, as this time, with Steve. Tony assured you he’ll let you do a solo soon, but always lamented that ever since you got outside, he missed his lab buddy.

You loved these small missions with Steve. He was always patient with you and taught you the drills but didn’t hold back. He would let you take the lead at times and was always proud of even the smallest achievement. At first when you had met, you had been kind if intimidated of his aloofness, but it didn’t take long for you both to bond over cheesy 40s music and your mutual love for art.

“Y/n, we’re here” Steve announced and got out of the car. You followed, grabbing your small bag and ran through the rain to the porch. It was like a getaway cabin and you were so glad you didn’t have to stay in some dingy hole. You wanted warmth, food, and a comfortable place to sleep.

Steve shut the door behind you and took off his wet shoes, putting them upside down near the door. You take off his jacket and your shoes too, grateful to be away from the squelching soles.

“There’s no fireplace” You observe with a pout, and Steve chuckled.

“Y/n, it’s a safe house. The smoke would let people know someone is living here. We don’t want that now, do we?” He gave you an indulgent smile and walked through to the kitchen, starting to unpack the supplies and food.

“But I am cold!” You whine, and for that moment Steve realized your age gap. He gestured for you to come to him while he put the water to boil and you slowly approached him with small steps. Once you are in front of him, he looked at your damp hair and clothes, thankful that his jacket had prevented you from getting too wet.

“You cold, huh?” He asked, hooking a hang around your waist to pull you against his chest. You stumble and steady yourself with both hands against his massive shoulders, your head a couple inches below his shoulder.

“Yeah” You moan, wrapping your arms around his body. “How the hell are you always warm, eh?”

Steve chuckles again and continues to cook while hugging you with an arm around your body. This closeness isn’t new. He would never admit it, but Captain Steve Rogers is a serial cuddler and you are his favourite cuddle buddy. He would cuddle you on the couch during movie nights, he would cuddle you after returning from a tough mission and he would cuddle you when you get your period. Steve Rogers was your best friend, and you felt safe with him. But you didn’t know Steve Rogers wanted to be more than just your friend. He wanted you with him when he went to sleep and when he woke up, he wanted you when he cooked and when he took a shower. No, you had no idea that the National treasure of America was in love with you.

It wasn’t like he was hiding his feelings. He just never came out and said them out loud. Steve often believed that actions spoke louder than words and so he tried to tell you his feelings by doing little somethings for you. He learnt to make your coffee exactly the way you liked, he watched the movies you liked and read the books you read. He learnt to cook vegetarian dishes since you despised any kind of meat. More than anything, he tried to get along with Tony. Tony was your protective big brother/father, and he loved you enough to scare off every man who ever looked at your way. You were the only one in the team to have rooms on the same floor as Tony and you both shared a kitchen. Steve knew that if he wanted you to himself, he needed to get on Tony’s good side. So, he bit his tongue when he wanted to snap and gave his go ahead to things he deeply disapproved of, just to have to build back the old trust. It worked out, since Steve was one of the only people who were allowed a mission with you.

“Will there be hot water for a shower?” You asked, body being warmed by Steve. He looked down at your face, full of childish innocence and stripped off every hardness after a tired mission.

“Maybe, but definitely not enough for both of us” Steve commented. The vegetable stew needed to simmer for a while, so he sat you both down on the worn couch in the living room, your head on his shoulder and his arm still around you. He had hoped you would pick up on his feelings, since having you this close did things to him. Your soft body fit so perfectly into his large one that he never wished to part from you. Maybe tonight would be that night.

“I’ll call Tony and eat. You take that shower and save me some hot water if you can.” You said and took out your phone to let Tony know you were safe and would leave for compound in the morning as planned. Steve looked at you walk away, speaking softly to Tony and wished more than ever that the rain outside would turn into a storm just to prolong your stay. He didn’t get to have you alone a lot at the compound. There were always other people around, always Wanda wanting female company or Peter following you around asking how you impressed Tony. He liked it here in this little cabin, cooking a meal for you after a hard day of work.

“Tony says to leave early tomorrow so we can reach home by lunch. He wants to take me to meet Stephen Strange” You say suddenly, breaking out Steve from his domestic fantasy.

“Stephen Strange? Why?”, he asked, frowning.

“Tony and him and doing some weird wizard-avenger collab in that Nepal place- what is it called, Kamartaj- for a few weeks”, you answer.

“What’s that got to do with you?” Steve asked, slightly irritated and hands curing into fists.

“He’s taking me along. Says he doesn’t want me away for so long. Also, this wiz, Dr. Strange, he’s apparently some kind of genius. Tony says I can learn a lot from him. But I think it’s just a ruse. I’m pretty sure they are dating, and he just wants me to meet him”, You say with a fond smile. Steve doesn’t smile or say anything.

Weeks? You’d be gone for weeks? That too in another country without him. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

“You wanna go?” He asked in what he hoped was a normal voice. He wanted you to say no, wanted to see that hesitation in your eyes as you thing of being away from him for weeks, maybe months.

“Sure, I think it would be fun. I wanna see the Himalayas and maybe I’ll visit India too. I’ve got a pen friend there who I’d love to meet.” Your reply was so nonchalant that for a moment Steve just stares, and then he is angry. Here was a perfect chance for you and him to spend time away from the overbearing presence of Tony Stark, but you would rather see snow covered mountains and meet a pen friend in India? He’d only thought you were being a little oblivious of his feelings, maybe deliberately trying not to acknowledge them as you wanted to take it slow. But it seems like you…it seems like you felt nothing beyond friendship for him at all. After all those months spent hugging and laughing together, and yet you would rather choose Tony over him. A rage settled over him and he needed to clench his jaw and curl his arm tight around the back of the couch to stop himself from grabbing you and…and doing things he had rather not do.

“Take that shower. Leave your wet clothes outside, I’ll see what I can do with them” Steve said suddenly.

“You sure you don’t want a shower too? We’ve got layers of grim from crawling through that tunnel.” You asked.

Steve looked at you for a minute, eyes rowing over your small face. He took in the little acne scars you were so self-conscious about, your slightly chapped lips and those beautiful eyes that reared him in. He nodded.

“Yeah, you go on. I’ll see if I need one” He said and went to the kitchen while you left for the bedroom with the connected bathroom.

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The bathroom was nicer than you had hoped, probably Nat’s doing if the products where anything to go by. You’d removed your wet clothes outside and stood naked under the stream of warm water, sighing with relief. It was a small mission but brutal on your body. It would have been heaven to have a tub in here, but safe houses were meant to be quick and effective, and this one was way better than others, so you didn’t complain. You were just going to wash your hair when the bathroom door opened, and Steve entered.

“Steve!” You shouted, hands covering your breast and turning so your back was to him. You looked at him with wide eyes, expecting him to sputter and leave but he stayed, eyes lingering on your ass a bit before meeting your eyes.

“Got any of that hot water left or have you finished all of it?” He asked, taking off his t-shirt and leaving his chest bare.

Your mouth opened in surprise as your backed yourself into the corner, trying to make sense of what was happening. Your best friend had just barged into your bathroom while you were showering and showed no signs of leaving.

“W-what are you doing, Steve?” You asked in a small voice, still covering yourself with your hands the best you could.

“Taking a shower. I told you we didn’t have enough water for two, so I thought I’d join you. You were right anyway, we are grimy.” He said and fumbling a bit, dropped his pants down too. You panicked, not understanding what was happening as Steve stood in his boxers, taking steps towards you.

“No. No no no no” You almost chanted that as a mantra, eyes going here and there, not knowing what to do. Steve reached your small body crowded into the corner and slowly, very slowly raised a hand to wipe away the dirty on your cheek. You started at his touch and quickly sidestepped, running towards the door. You didn’t know what had gotten into Steve, but you needed to get out of here. Now.

You’d taken only two steps before a hand wrapped around your waist and brought you back screeching to a hard chest, back against front.

“Stop. Steve, let me go. Please.” You said, your tears mingling with the water on your skin, one hand across your chest and other on his wrist trying to pry it off.

“No sweetheart, you need to take this shower. You’re dirty and tired. Come.” You hated his voice for being soft and soothing still, showing no indication of what he was doing to you. His voice was still your Stevie’s voice, calm, cool, a little commanding and full of affection for you.

“I- Steve, I don’t want a shower. Not like this, please.” You tried to break away, wiggling and crying but Steve didn’t listen and dragged you back and turned on the water again. You both were bombarded with hot water and stood under it for a minute before Steve turned it off again.

“Gimme that shampoo, I’ll do your hair.” He said, releasing you from his hold. But it wasn’t any good as you were blocked by the wall on your back and Steve at your front. You hadn’t turned around yet, but now you did. Sobbing, with thighs squeezed tight to hide you down there and hands inefficiently covering your breasts, you looked at him with betrayed eyes. You didn’t try running again. You knew his strength; you have trained with him. He could take you down in seconds.

“Why are you doing this? What is happening?” Your voice was small and broken, sending a pang through Steve’s heart. He loved you and didn’t want to hurt you, but you needed to see his feelings for you. He couldn’t risk you going away for months. He just couldn’t. His eyes slowly moved down from your face, taking in every inch of your body exposed, not touching, only looking.

“We’re taking a shower after which we will eat our food while we watch some stupid movie on that laptop of yours. Then, we’ll cuddle and sleep with you on my chest and tomorrow morning you will call Tony and tell him you won’t join him for his trip to Nepal.”

He was mad. He was insane, you were sure of it. Face burning with humiliation under his gaze, fire began sparking in your eyes. How dare this tall buff blond muffin think it okay to invade your space and demand such things from you? Just who the fuck did he think he was.

“No. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but you need to stop. Get out, or if you want to shower, let me go out. I’m done with whatever game you are playing.” You sneered at him. Steve had to smile at this, his little spitfire. He didn’t really expect you to give in easily, that’s not the girl he knew and trained. You were with the avengers because you could handle stuff others would wet themselves with. You were strong and he knew that. But he was stronger.

“What’s gotten into me?” He asked, closing the distance between you so you were against the wall and caged by his arms on either side. His face was inches away and your breathing sped up. He looked cruel and menacing, the blue eyes you loved so much taking on a much darker hue. “You have gotten in me. You got under my skin and in my thoughts and in my heart. Now I want you under me.”

He bent down and you were sure he was going to force a kiss on your mouth but he surprised you by pressing his lips softly on your forehead like he did when you had nightmares or right before a mission. It was a kiss of reassurance and love, and somehow, that just scared you more. Whatever Steve thought he was doing, he believed it was driven by love. And when Steve loved someone, he loved them without abandon. If he went against everyone to save his friend, what would he do to have you?

“Steve…please…” You didn’t know what to say or what to do. You wanted to get away from him and cover yourself up to get some control back. You wanted to talk to him and forget this ever happened and get back your best friend.

“You have two options. First, we both take a bath right now. I won’t touch you where you don’t want me to, we eat, and sleep and you go back with me to the compound like a good girl and tell everyone we are together. Or..” His eyes narrowed here, “Or, I could take you right here, right now and make you mine with little option. I could rail you deep and hard so you will feel me deep inside you for days on end. I know you’re not on birth control and I have no condoms with me, so if you get pregnant, you best believe I’ll have you tied down to myself with a ring on that finger by the end of the month. The choice is yours.”

Your heart sank. You looked into his eyes, your whole body shaking and knees ready to give up. He was serious! He was absolutely serious, and you had no idea what the fuck happened. Just an hour ago you were sure he was the person who made you feel the safest, but now that sanctuary had been torn apart and some possessive stranger had taken its place.

“You’re insane. You’ve lost it!” You cry, sliding down the wall as your knees collapsed, folding your knees to hide your nakedness. Steve followed you down and wrapped his arms around your small form.

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. You own me, my heart and soul. And soon, I’ll have you too. How that happens is your choice. Choose.” His tone bore no argument. You had just one card to play.

“Tony would never stand for it. He’ll find out, I’ll tell him and then you’ll be done.” You made your tone harsh and full of venom. You don’t know what you expected him to do, but it definitely wasn’t laugh. It was an amused chuckle, like a daddy who was indulging his silly daughter, full of patronizing hilarity.

“Sweetheart, you don’t think I have a plan for that? Even if I spend months bringing you flowers and singing love ballads from your window, he wouldn’t exactly be convinced. He isn’t exactly fond of me, is he? I had a plan in place for months. I didn’t want to have to use it honestly, I wanted you to come to me of your own violation. But I just thought as a back up plan…” You screamed as he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, still wet and naked and carried you out to the bedroom. He deposited you on the bed and gave you a towel that you hastily covered yourself with. You looked behind you and the door was locked. It wasn’t any use anyway; he could outrun you in his sleep.

Steve got his phone out and showed you the screen, making your heart drop. There were numerous pictures of you with your family and friends from the past two years. Not just those, pictures of you with your previous team, the IMF, Ethan Hunt, and others. How Steve got these pictures you didn’t know, but it scared you.

“Everyone, every single person in these pictures has a target on their backs. I have had a sniper after all of them for over a year, mostly just to keep an eye on you and to make sure you are safe. But don’t think for one second that I will hesitate to take them out. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep you with me.” He sat beside you on the bed and putting a finger under your chin turned your face towards him. “It doesn’t need to be nasty, sweetheart. I don’t want to be the bad guy. I have never been one and you can keep me from doing anything drastic. All you need to do is convince Tony that you are the one who wants me. You are the only person he actually trusts, so you need to make it believable. He has denied you nothing, and if you come to him yourself and tell him you want me…well…no one has to die, do they.”

This was a nightmare. Everything that has happened to you today is a nightmare. You didn’t want to believe Steve would hurt anyone, but then you didn’t think him capable of forcing him on you either. If there was even the tiniest bit of chance that he could harm anyone of your friends and family…no. You couldn’t let that happen.

“Option one”, You whispered softly, eyes downcast and lips trembling.

“What was that?” Steve asked, turning your face up again so he could look in your eyes.

“I choose option one. We- We eat and sleep and I call Tony I won’t go with him. Then we can tell everyone we are together.”

Steve grinned, his happy grin that everyone said only you brought out in him. It unnerved you that a man you loved and respected so much was doing this.

“My good girl” He praised, and then he leaned down and pressed his mouth on yours. The kiss was gentle and soft, his mouth lazily moving against yours. If it were happening any other way, you would have enjoyed it. He broke away and looked at you with eyes that sparkled. “You’ll love me too, one day. I am yours, and you are mine.”

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True to his word, you guys ate your dinner and watched a movie as you cuddled like you usually did at movie nights. Steve held you close, sometimes brushing his nose against the side of your neck or rubbing his hand along your sides. Afterwards, he laid down beside you, spooning your small body and holding it snug against his. He was warm, and you didn’t have anymore fight in you for today. The day was too fast and weird for you to process. You vowed to sleep now and to think of a way to get to Tony without arousing Steve’s suspicion. You weren’t ready to give up now.

You’d been asleep for only a couple hours before you felt cold air around your body. You woke up with a start and found yourself on your back, your t-shirt removed and Steve hovering over you, placing open mouth kisses along your bare chest.

“Steve! Steve stop!” You screamed, pushing against his chest. He looked at you with eyes blown wide with lust and taking your hands in one of his, he held them up while he tweaked your nipple with his other making you squirm. He bent down and swallowed your protests with a deep kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside your mouth and tasting you while he moaned.

“Steve please,” You were sobbing now, and trashing your legs which he held down with a strong thigh. “You…you promised. You said I get to choose. I chose option one”

Steve looked at you for a moment then kissed your cheek softly. Moving his hand between your thighs he murmured in your ear, “I’ve changed my mind. I can’t wait anymore”

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rekrappeter · 4 years ago

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there’s so much you don’t know

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: after the death eaters swarm bill & fleur’s wedding, fred can’t keep his feelings at bay in fear that something might happen

warnings: mention of war, mentions of torture, mentions of death, swearing, typos, small bit of angst, fluff

notes: please let me know what you think of this, feedback would be amazing thank you

The woman that stared back at you in the cracked mirror was someone you barely recognised in that moment. It was surreal that a purple dress hung loosely on your body, your hair pinned to how you wanted it, and the make-up that decorated your face was hiding the heavy bags and stressed acne that the past few months brought. Everyone thought it was deranged to have a wedding in the current times, when the wizarding world was falling apart, but everyone also knew they needed a distraction. People needed one night to themselves before everything went wild. ‘The calm before the storm,’ Arthur Weasley forced a smile during the conversation at dinner a week ago.

“The calm before the storm,” you whispered to yourself, trying to zip your dress up from behind with unnecessary struggle. You have been sharing a room with Hermione and Ginny for the past week, helping Molly prepare for the wedding and calming Fleur down in moments of madness. Walking over to the ajar door, you called out Hermione’s name and when there was a steady silence that followed, you tried Ginny’s. But no one answered your calls for help until a head popped out from the room just above you, looking over the ballister.

“Everything okay, love?” Out of everyone that was scattered around the house, of course it had to be Fred Weasley. It wasn’t that you disliked him or held any cynical feelings towards the older boy, it was the complete opposite in fact. When you met his younger brother, Ron, on the train during your first year at Hogwarts, you never expected to fall madly in love with his family member. It was hard not to fall for Fred when he introduced you, and at first you pushed it off as a crush but here you were, nearly seven years later, with a blush painting your cheeks and the nauseous butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“I’m okay, have you seen Hermione anywhere?” you called up to him, trying to calm your heart before it jumped out of your chest - that would be a gory sight that you weren’t ready for.

“I heard mum call them out help with the decorations,” Fred replied.

“Great, Ginny as well?”

“Yes, y/n,” An amused smirk tugged on his lips, watching your eyes dart between the stairs and his face. He found it entertaining that you couldn’t keep eye contact with him, after seven years of knowing each other he would have thought that you’d have warmed up to him by now. “Do you need my help?” Before you could make any noises of protest, Fred was already bouncing down the steps to your door.

You knew there was no use in objecting to his offer, you had to get your dress zipped up before going downstairs and if he was the only person available to help, you’d have to suck your feelings up and get on with it. You brushed your hair over your shoulder, exposing your bare back, and turned so that Fred would understand what you needed help with. Because your back was to him, you missed the way he gulped at the sight of you, a red tint painting his cheeks. You gasped as his fingers trailed over your back, and he muttered an apology about his cold flesh but it wasn’t that that made you lose complete control, it was the fireworks igniting in your stomach at him touching you. The dress slowly started to tighten around your body, hugging your curves nicely as he zipped it up agonisingly slow.

“Thank you, Fred,” you mumbled when he finished, taking one big step to create as much distance between your bodies as humanly possible.

A small smile rested on his lips, his eyes flickering over your figure, “You look beautiful, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you repeated, and you used this opportunity to take in his own appearance. He had his flaming red hair brushed back neatly, and the way the hair contrasted against his black suit made him look even more dashing than he usually did. “You look very handsome, Fred.”

Fred bowed playfully, making you roll your eyes and giggle, before accepting his outstretched arm and letting him walk you down the stairs to join the other. You caught the eye of Ginny who gave you a wide eyed look, sneaking a wink in your direction when Fred bid you a quick goodbye before dancing out to where George and his other brothers were getting ready to lift the marquee.

“What was that?” Ginny swayed to your side, she bumped your shoulder with her own.

“Nothing, he just helped me with my dress when you were no where to be found,” you snapped playfully, walking out to the garden and taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

Ginny filled her mouth with a pig in blanket, wiping away the crumbs to hide the evidence. “Oh, I heard you, I just knew Fred would be there as well.”

“Ginny!” you gasped, the sudden outburst made George and Fred glance in your direction, but you didn’t notice, too focused on their little sister being a minx. “Will you ever stop playing cupid? It didn’t work last year, it won’t work this year.”

“You two are both just stupid, you’re in love with each other and won’t do anything about it.”

“She’s not wrong you know?” Harry chimed up, stepping out of the door behind you and you shot him a glare.

“What’s this? Gang up on y/n day?”

“That’s everyday,” Harry smiled, complimenting you before turning his attention to Ginny. You rolled your eyes at the pair, who were they to talk about being too oblivious to notice when someone was in love with you?

After a beautiful ceremony that announced Bill and Fleur newlyweds, the golden chairs that decorated the tent slowly started to disappear and the walls that kept all the guests inside opened up, highlighting the beautiful orange sky that was settling over the countryside. You excused yourself to go back inside the Burron, embarrassed of the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. Weddings always made you cry, it was a weakness that you never wanted people to know. The thought of two people expressing their love and promising to spend the rest of their lives together made you emotional.

When you returned, the party was in full swing. You scanned the crowd, seeing Ron and Hermione dancing together, well Hermione was the one dancing. You couldn’t make out what Ron was doing, it was a mix of a jig and a waltz, his arms swaying in the strangest of directions. You spotted the disguised Harry talking to Luna Lovegood, sending a small wave her way when she caught your eye. You tried to look busy, hoping she wouldn’t make her way over to you. When you spotted Fred, your heart leaped with an ache at the sight of him dancing with a distant cousin of Fleur’s. You tried not to focus on how beautiful she was, her long blonde hair swaying as Fred laughed and spun her around. You quickly grabbed a glass of Elderflower wine off the tray as the waiter passed you, downing it in one gulp.

“Slow down there, princess,” George smiled at you as he walked with you to an empty table, but before you could take a seat, he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the dancefloor.

“George, you know I don’t dance,” you whined, pouting up at the taller boy.

“You can stand on my feet, I’ll do the moves,” You hated how you were so comfortable with George yet you could barely string a full sentence when Fred was around. You tried your best to follow George’s lead before you gave up and stood on his toes, his feet a lot bigger than yours.

You let him spin you around, laughing at his comments about the women’s hairpieces and how he wondered if he was at a wedding or a zoo. It was a lighthearted conversation, something that you needed to distract you from his twin dancing with an angel on the other side of the room. Everytime George spun, your eyes automatically found Fred’s figure, the curiosity getting the best of you. George stopped spinning you, his back to Fred as you found yourself looking over his shoulder at him.

“He’ll come to his senses soon,” your eyes flickered to George’s, feigning confusion but yu knew exactly what he was talking about. “He feels the same as you do, he’s just in denial.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” A bellowed laugh erupted from George’s lungs, his red hair bouncing as he shook his head in amusement. “Shut up, G,” you hissed, as curious eyes landed on the pair of you.

“You think I don’t know how you feel about my brother? It’s painfully obvious, love,” you groaned at his words, the dancing soon stopped.

“Then what’s wrong with me? Wh-Why doesn’t he like me?”

“Have you ever told him?” George questioned, the frown on your face giving him his answer, “And he does like you, it’s disgustingly cute. Trust me, the sooner you two get together the better. I can’t keep losing sleep because he can’t make up his mind on which way to tell you.”

“Really?” you piped up, any doubt you’ve been experiencing over the last twenty minutes completely vanished. George reassured you, about to make another comment when a bolt of blue flickering light ceased any further excitement. It took you a moment to notice the patronus in the centre of the dancefloor.

“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

In a heartbeat, chaos erupted around you. Guests were yelling for their partners, others disapparating as far away from the Burrow as possible, and your wide eyes glancing up at George as the Death Eaters stormed the marquee. You pushed through the crowd, your fingers intertwining with George’s as your eyes scanned the crowd trying to find the missing twin. Spells were being casted from every angle, members of the Order protecting guests but they were too strong. A hand grabbing your free arm made you jump in surprise, but relief washed over you when Fred’s eyes connected with yours. Immediately, you felt safe.

Hours had passed, each member of the Order getting interrogated by the Death Eaters that swarmed the reception. You had excused yourself from the worried eyes of the Weasley family, and the tears spilled from your eyes the moment you shut the door to the bedroom. You knew you were being watched so you tried to stay away from the window, sliding down the uneven wall and bringing your knees to your chest. Your heart was beating rapidly due to the fear washing over you.

The door to the bedroom creaked open, Fred popping his head in as he sent you a sad smile. “Are you hurt?” he asked, sitting down across from you. His long legs folded in front of you, the blood drizzling from a cut just above his eyebrow.

“M-my wrist is sore, it could have been worst…” you whispered, you were thankful that everyone was safe and no one was harmed as much as you would have expected from the Death Eaters. "How is everyone downstairs?"

Fred sighed, his head hanging, "Everyone is a bit shook up but at least we're alive."

An unexpected sob passed by your lips, your hands visibly shaking at his words. The thought of losing anyone in this house sent shivers down your spine, but you only just realised now that it is a possibility. Someone could have died tonight, someone could die tomorrow night. The war was happening and there was nothing you could do about it. "W-we're only kids," you sobbed, unconsciously falling into Fred's side as his arms immediately wrapped around you. He nuzzled his head into your hair, muttering words of reassurance as he let you cry on the floor. His fingers rubbed circles around your bare arms, the dress that was once so beautifully ironed creased and torn at the ends.

Silence stretched around the room, the sound of your sobs echoing off the four walls. Fred thought carefully about the words he spoke next, he was fearful that he had left it too late. But the possibility of not making it out alive settled within him tonight, the fear of taking his feelings for you to the grave overcame the fear of being rejected by you. "Y/n, I have to tell you something."

You leaned your body back from him, panic written across your features but the light smile on his face seized any worries. "What is it?" You whispered, moving to lean on your knees beside him. Your heart was pounding against your chest, you were praying and hoping that this was going in the direction you’ve dreamt about for years.

Fred heaved a heavy sigh, his head falling back to hit against the beige wallpaper with a bang but he didn't care. His eyes stared into yours, watching how your tongue danced across your bottom lip and how your eyes were flickering from his to his mouth. There were no words to explain how he truly felt about you. Instead of speaking, Fred jumped forward and connected his lips to yours within seconds. Your eyes were wide, his were too but when neither of you pulled away, your eyes fluttered closed and you relaxed into his body.

His arms lay limp at his side before you shuffled closer to him and he brought his hands to cup your face. You shifted to rest both of your knees on either side of his body, the kiss deepening and it was everything you dreamed of. You lost count of the amount of times that you’ve dreamt about this moment, the countless nights you’d stare at the ceiling hoping and wishing that this would happen. When the fight for air became too much, you pulled away from Fred. A twinkle appeared in his eyes, his lips twitching to a smile as he breathed out in disbelief.

“Why did it take you so long to do that?” you asked, your hand caressing over his face as you brushed away a couple of strands of his hair.

A pink blush settled over Fred’s cheeks, and he sighed placing his hands on your waist. “If anything happens to me, I just wanted you to know how I feel about you.”

The reality of what was happening slowly draped over your shoulders, your heart heavy knowing that blood will be lost during the upcoming war. The thought of losing Fred when you’ve only just got him made you want to never let go of him, the idea of running away and leaving flashed through your thoughts but you knew you couldn’t. Neither of you would abandon the people you loved. “We’ll get out of this alive, all of us.”

The look Fred gave you made your heart shatter into tiny unmendable pieces. You were living in a dream, and you knew it, but you wanted to hold onto hope until you took your last breaths whether they come in two months from now or twenty years. “Some of us have already died, there will be more to come.” It hurt Fred to speak the truth, the thought of losing you was something he wasn’t equipped to deal with just yet.

“Can we just have tonight then?” you whispered, looking longingly into his eyes as you brought your lips to his again. He nodded into the kiss, his hands trailing up and down your body as he brought you closer to him. He’d die happy if it was in this moment.

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