#her missions genuinely made me so sad :[

[jinaxxo]

my dear arthur...

[multiversediaries]

AT LAST

⤷ BUCKY BARNES X READER

summary: after months apart, bucky finally came home.

warnings: soft!!!!!! soft buck!

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“y/n? i’m back." you heard someone say loudly. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. you lived alone, well, sometimes. you were james barnes' wife. you had met him a long time ago, you were always there for him, and he was deadly in love with you. he cared so deeply about you. if something were to happen to you, he'd lose his mind. which is why he decided to hide your marriage, to keep you out of danger's way. you walked towards your front door, wondering who it was. your eyes light up as you saw your husband standing in front of you.

"hey, doll." bucky said smiling, genuinely smiling, as he took you into his strong arms. behind him, were the avengers, all of them. they were currently in a mission, that was supposed to take a while, which was the reason you were so surprised to see your husband back at your shared house.

"what's happening?" you heard tony say, confused at the sight of you two. you giggled a bit, pulling away from your hug. bucky smiled at you, taking in how gorgeous you looked. he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"i'm sorry i didn't let you know in advance, but we needed a place where we couldn't be tracked." bucky said, his voice as soft as always. you noticed the confused faces whilst your husband spoke to you as he has always done, soft and incredibly sweetly. you nodded, softly humming in response, a big smile planted on your lips, understanding him.

"alright, robocop, spill. where are we and who's the lovely woman?" tony asked, making your cheeks flush softly. you heard bucky sigh. you rubbed his back gently.

"she's bucky's wife, tony." steve said, gaining your attention. you smiled at him, he chuckled at you. "it's nice to see you again, y/n." he said, leaning over to hug you. you instantly hugged him back, squeezing him gently. steve was present at your wedding. you couldn't help but smile at tony's reaction. everyone always reacted the same way about your marriage to james. it sometimes made your heart ache. because how could so many people think that he's unloveable?

"wife?" natasha spoke in surprise, as you looked at her. you knew nat. you were a widow. you escaped a few years after she did. you gave her a hug as well, glad to see she was doing well. "you didn't tell me you got married. i must admit, my feelings are hurt." she sad, pouting, you laughed.

"it was my idea. i just- i didn't want her in any danger." bucky said, as you looked back up at your husband. you smiled at him, his hand tracing circles on your skin. natasha nodded.

"well, come inside." you said softly, walking into your living room, everyone following behind you. they all took seats around your couch. you walked up to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit, as you saw some of them were injured.

"everything alright?" you said gently, as you sat across from tony, who had a few cuts on his face. bucky stood by the door frame, as he watched you.

"it just got complicated." steve said, sighing. you nodded, not wanting to intrude. you began cleaning tony's wounds, earning a few hisses from him. you tried to be as gentle as possible.

"i'm sorry, i just don't get it." tony said, breaking the silence, looking at you. you tilted your head in confusion, as you applied a band aid on his small cut. "how can someone like you be married to him?" he asked cockily. you laughed a bit at his words. you knew tony and bucky were not in a good place, after all, the winter soldier was responsible for his parents' deaths. but that wasn't bucky's fault.

"because you only know the winter soldier, but i know james barnes." you simply said, moving onto clint's injuries. bucky couldn't help but smile at your words. that was something he loved about you, how unashamed you were to love him. even after everything he had done, you wouldn't leave his side. he felt so undeserving of you.

after cleaning all of their wounds, you prepared some food for them. you wanted to help as much as you could, and it just felt so nice to have people around. you didn't have many friends apart from bucky, steve and natasha. you smiled as you watched the avengers dine, talking over their mission as you cleaned the dishes. you felt someone's hand wrap around you. you smiled, almost instantly.

"i missed you, darling." bucky said, planting a sweet kiss to your neck. you smiled widely, turning around to face him. you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging his body close to yours.

"i missed you even more, barnes. have you been doing alright?" you asked softly, your hands now laying in his cheeks, caressing his gorgeous features. you had spent so much time apart from him. almost three months apart. you felt empty without your other half. he nodded, kissing your forehead.

"i'm okay. i just want to be here with you." he said softly. your hands ran to now caress his back, as you looked up at bucky.

"i know, baby. but they need you. and honestly, you need them too." you said, leaning up to kiss his jaw. he nodded, before planting a sweet peck to your lips. he walked back towards your dining table, and continued the conversation about their mission.

it was very late at night already. all of the guys were resting. you had a lot of empty rooms, so you were able to offer a room to every single one of them. you wanted them to be comfortable, after everything they had gone through lately. you yawned softly as you waited for bucky on your shared bed. he walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair on a towel. you smiled at him, you couldn't believe he was back. he sat by the end on the bed and just looked at you. you smiled at him, before standing up, to help him off his prosthetic arm.

"it's alright, doll. maybe i should keep it on." he said, staring up at you as you stood right in front of him. you placed both your hands on his face.

"you're home, buck. you're safe." you said lightly, earning a shaky breath to leave his mouth. he wrapped his arms around your hips, hugging you. your hands ran to his soft hair, before planting a sweet kiss on his head.

"for the first time in a while, i was scared, y/n." you heard bucky say, you listened to his every word, as you played with his hair. "i was terrified of not coming back to you." he said, his arms tightening around you, earning a frown from you.

"james.." you said softly, trying your hardest to find his eyes. he was scared, you could tell. you wonder what had happened to have him this shaken up.

"it's just so much worse than we thought.. i'm not sure we'll be able to do something about it." he said, now looking up to meet your gorgeous eyes. you sighed softly.

"you'll be okay, my love. you will all be okay." you said, as you felt his hands pulling you even closer to him, as if he needed to feel you close. "i don't know the extent of what's happening, but i do know one thing. you guys are the earth's mightest heroes. it's alright to have doubts, but don't let them control you. you may not know what to do right now, but you will soon enough." you said, one of your hands running to his check to caress his beautiful face. "we all need a break sometimes. take this time to rest, and reflect. and a solution will come to you. but for now, rest, baby." you finished. he sighed and nodded. you always knew what to say.

"gosh, doll. i have missed you so much. being apart from you is torture." he said, now letting go of your waist. you smiled widely, kissing him lovingly, before helping him take off his arm. you placed it on the case and walked back to him, you placed a kiss to his shoulder, climbing back to bed once again.

bucky followed you to bed, laying his head on your chest. your hand ran to his hair, your fingers getting lost into his brown hair. bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as close as he possible could. you placed small kisses to his head and forehead, as your gentle giant fell asleep peacefully in your arms.

at last. he was home.

[imnotjustreadingg]

how not to date an avenger (according to bucky barnes) pt.1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!Fem!Reader (y/n) Genre: Fluff - Bucky is a sweetheart - slight jealousy - little angst Word count: 1108 Summary: Bucky faced nazis, world wars, aliens, Thanos, survived in Siberia but his most difficult mission is to gain your heart

Attempt #1: Coffee.

It started with coffee. Bucky stood outside the kitchen on the 12th floor of the Avengers Tower for ten minutes, pacing like a malfunctioning robot. He was holding two cups from the small café down the street, the one you said had “the best oat milk cappuccino in all of Manhattan.” One cup was black and bitter for him. The other had your name scribbled on it, complete with a sad smiley face from the barista who always tried to flirt with him. He wasn’t nervous. He was a hundred years old. He’d lived through the Depression and the snap. But somehow, the thought of handing you a cup of overpriced, frothy oat milk made his metal fingers sweat. Metaphorically.

He finally marched in and slammed the cup on the counter in front of you. “Here.” You blinked up at him from behind your laptop. “Oh. Uh… thanks?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the fridge, trying to seem cool and casual. “It’s just… you said you liked it, so I figured-yeah.” You gave him a confused smile. “That’s sweet of you. But I just made some.” You held up your reusable mug. It said Please don’t talk to me until I’ve had my second coffee in aggressively sarcastic font. “But thank you!”

He nodded once and left without saying another word. Back in his room, he stared at the untouched black coffee and muttered, “Cool. Totally normal. Crushed it.”

Attempt #2: Flowers.

Sam told him that people liked flowers. “Just give her something pretty. She loves that stuff.” So, Bucky went out and bought a gigantic bouquet of wildflowers. Not roses, too obvious. Not lilies, too funereal. Just cheerful, colourful blooms that made him sneeze.

He waited until you were in the library on floor 17. He saw you typing something furiously, earbuds in, mouthing what he assumed was a dramatic monologue. Probably from a Shakespeare thing. You were always reading. He cleared his throat. Nothing. He cleared it again, louder. You flinched and pulled one earbud out. “Jesus, Bucky, you scared me.” He held out the bouquet like a nervous child handing over a science project. “These are for you.” You stared. “For me?” He nodded. “Yeah. Just, you know. I thought you might… like them.” Your expression softened. “They’re beautiful. But… is this because I beat you in chess last night?”

“…What?” You gave a teasing grin. “Is this a peace offering? Because I told you I didn’t cheat.”

“…No. It’s just-I wanted to get you flowers.” You tilted your head. “Oh.” Then came the words that haunted him for three weeks, “Well, thank you. But you don’t have to do all this. We’re friends. I like you just fine without bribes.” He left the flowers on the table and pretended to have somewhere urgent to be. Sam laughed at him for hours.

Attempt #5 (because 3 and 4 were just him “accidentally” brushing your hand during movie night and “coincidentally” showing up at the same bodega as you).

He was done being subtle. It wasn’t working. You were smart, sweet, and either completely oblivious to his feelings or, worse, not interested. So, he went with blunt force. He found you in the gym one evening, beating the hell out of a punching bag with the kind of intensity he usually reserved for Hydra agents. “You mad at someone?” he asked, keeping his tone light. You shrugged, sweat-slicked and glowing. “Just stress. Mission’s reports. Steve’s moral superiority. Take your pick.” He laughed. Then, before he could chicken out, he said, “Hey. I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime.” You blinked. “Out?”

“Like… a date.” You looked genuinely surprised. “Oh. Bucky, I-I thought you were just being friendly.”

“Not very good at that,” he mumbled. You gave a small smile, almost apologetic. “You’re great. I just… I’m not really dating right now.” His heart sank. “Right. Sure. That’s fine.” He walked off before you could see the way his shoulders dropped. That night, he sparred with Natasha for two hours and didn’t block a single hit.

Attempt #6: Reverse Psychology.

If you didn’t want to go out with him, fine. He’d just… stop trying. For three weeks, he acted normal. Friendly. Polite. Aloof. You noticed. “Bucky,” you said one morning, poking your head into the common room, “are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“…Are you sure? You’ve barely looked at me lately.”

“I’m just giving you space.” You sat down beside him. “I didn’t ask for space.” He turned to look at you. “You didn’t want to date me.” You sighed. “That doesn’t mean I want you to ignore me.” He frowned. “You’re confusing.”

“You’re persistent.” He didn’t know what to say to that.

Attempt #7: A Proper Conversation.

He cornered you on the roof one night, both of you staring at the Manhattan skyline like you always did when life felt too big. “Look,” he said, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket, “I know I’m not great at this. And I know I might be... too much sometimes. But I really like you.” You looked at him, unreadable. “I like how you read three books at once and cry at Pixar movies. I like how you argue with Tony and win. I like that you remember how I take my coffee and yell at me to wear sunscreen. I like you.” He held your gaze. “So, if you’re saying no because you’re not interested, I’ll stop. But if you’re saying no because you’re scared or not ready or something else… I’ll wait.” Silence. Then, “I wasn’t sure if you were serious,” you whispered. “I thought maybe you were just being nice. Or bored.”

“I’ve been through wars. I’ve been brainwashed. I’ve been cryogenically frozen. I’m not bored.” That made you laugh. Soft and genuine. “Okay,” you said finally. “Ask me again.”

“…What?” You stepped closer. “Ask me on a date. For real. One more time.” He swallowed, heart thundering. “Will you go out with me?” You smiled. “Yes.”

Sam found Bucky the next morning sitting at the breakfast table with the goofiest grin he'd ever seen. “What happened to you?” he asked, suspicious. Bucky looked up, dreamy. “She said yes.” Sam blinked. “Wait. She? You mean-finally?!” Bucky nodded. Sam threw his arms in the air. “Jesus. I thought I’d have to ask her out for you.” Bucky growled, but he was still smiling. He had a date with you on Friday. He’d already bought the oat milk cappuccino. Just in case.

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part Four

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Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven ☁️ Part Eight

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Warning: Obessive behavior, Yandere tendencies, su*c*de/death.

A/N: Finally adding warning labels. We’re getting somewhere. I’ve had some of this written out, but had to add some stuff in to drive it home. Reader’s coping skills are failing, but everyone’s starting to get obsessive. Also, I’ve been fighting myself on drawing art for this. (I’m a bit out of practice.)

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Reader has basically called befriending Damian and Jason a lost cause.

Bruce still avoids reader. And, everyone else is still busy with what Reader assumes is Batwork. (Which is fine, Reader is fine. It’s not like they’re stuck in the manor pacing the halls every damn day.)

Cass and Duke’s get back from their respective missions. They weren’t gone too long, but they’re come back a bit roughed up. They debrief with Bruce and then have to go back to being civilians.

Reader is waiting to comfort them. Not to confront them. Reader’s more concerned with how Duke has a mild limp and how Cass’s knuckles have some bruising than them ditching. Plus, reader is still not completely sure that her family is Gotham’s vigilantes. They need to confirm.

But, Duke and Cass both appreciate Reader checking on them and not asking questions. Cass suspects Reader suspects something, judging by Reader’s body language. But, it’s nice for someone who’s naturally soft to be soft with you.

Duke appreciates how Reader treats him so, normally. In a way it reminds him of his childhood, when things were easier. He has a normal friend now, completely mostly free of Gotham’s crazy.

Reader is happy their back, but disappointed that they won’t be going to the school gala. In fact, a few family members make comments about how it sounds like a waste of time.

Bruce, however, is actually happy Reader is excited. And, Reader gets even more excited when one of their new friends ask to be their date. Reader’s date is so genuinely excited about going to this Gala with Reader. (Uh-oh, that’s not good.)

Some of Reader’s other friends, the more haughty and wealthy ones, tell Reader that they should’ve picked someone more… refined. Which Reader defends that their Date is perfectly sweet and good looking to boot.

But, this leads Reader to decide not to tell anyone in the family about their date. They don’t want to hear the same thing from their Gotham family. Reader does inform BFF, younger brother, and Nana of their date. For some reason, BFF was a bit disgruntled, and even Nana tried to convince them it was probably best not to go. Younger Brother was encouraging reader to have fun. (But he was whispering into the phone, and asking Reader if he could come visit them soon. Please. People are acting weird here. Is everything okay, do you need me to come home. No. No. Don’t— It’s fine. I just wanna come visit you.)

But, reader was committed to going and enjoying their date and wearing their custom made outfit.

That night, Reader was given Bruce’s permission to get ready at one of their friends’ houses. Reader was practically spoiled by their friends, it was almost a bit overwhelming. Their date meet them at the Gala escorting them inside and having a wonderful time. (I hope it last. It’s not going to though. How sad.)

At the end of the night, their Date escorted them home. To end a near perfect night Reader got a kiss. A long and pretty heated kiss. Right in front of the Entrance camera.

Tim had pulled up the camera feed when Reader got home, at Bruce’s request, just to check on Reader. (He was going to do it anyway.) The entire family was winding down from Patrol in the Batcave when the feed came on. Leaving them all to get a front row seat to Reader’s little act of rebellion.

(That’s all this was, right. Just a little act of rebellion. This won’t happen again, obviously. They won’t fucking let it.)

Bruce is livid. It doesn’t help that Jason wolf-whistles to further enrage him. (Jason is making plans to break someone’s leg though. Possibly the Dates. How fucking dare they corrupt you, that’s his job.)

Stephane is honestly impressed, didn’t think Reader had it in them. (How cute! I wonder what we could get up to together.)

Duke, sweet Duke, didn’t want to see that. His (best) friend getting tongued down on camera. He’s going to need bleach and therapy. (Why would you do that? When you can just game with him. You’re his bro. Gross.)

Cassandra is… understanding. Reader has needs. Reader wants affection. That’s fine. But, not that one. Pick someone else. (Llet her pick, actually. You can’t read people like her, you need someone better. Someone you she can trust. She needs to approve of them first.)

Dick is more disapproving, but he understands. Still, this changes how he sees Reader. Sweet innocent helpless Reader has a wild side. (But still reader is clearly helpless, obviously they don’t know what they’re doing.)

It also changes how Barbara sees Reader. Or confirms. Barbara runs under the assumption that Reader is more like Bruce than anyone realizes. (She’s not wrong, but it’s not in the way she thinks.) Bruce is a bit of natural flirt, he just hides it in his ‘Brucie’ persona. Reader apparently takes after that. (Damian sure didn’t.)

Damian, is disgusted, disappointed, and disapproving. He doesn’t doubt Father will scold you, but your date needs to be dealt with and all other suitors as well. (He’ll take care of it. He’s your brother, that’s his job.)

Tim, however, is legitimately jealous. He wanted to see this side of reader first. He got a glimpse of it before, but he wants it for himself now that he sees the full thing. (Also, right in front of the camera? Did Reader know it was there? If they did, would they be okay with Tim filming them more? Just to observe, please.)

Tim immediately starts pulling up all the information he can about Reader’s date. Without Bruce’s prompting this time. Bruce does nod in approval before marching to the entrance. Intent on putting an end to this and giving Reader a firm talking to.

It goes, horribly. Date is forced to leave and Bruce tears into Reader. (What happened to the outfit I bought you? Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I didn’t approve of this. I don’t care that you’re back on time or that you’re old enough, you’re my child! Mine! You get my approval first.)

Reader stays composed, barely. The good news is that the brutal scolding is the only consequence Reader faces. (Bruce is more upset about Reader not seeking his approval than doing something he disapproves of. He’s your father. He should have a damn say. Would you have done this to D̴̖̞͑̊̓a̷͎͗̇d̸̜͍̩̓̎d̸̪̩̟̆̎y̶̛̼̌? Why are you doing this to him?)

The bad news, Reader’s date’s life is over. With just a few clicks from Tim and approval from Bruce, Date’s family company falling apart. Reported to the government, lawsuits filed by third-parties. Hidden debts needing to be collected NOW. Any misfiled taxes? Found and reported. And, most importantly, all calls and ways for Date to contact reader again, blocked.

Socially and financially, Date’s life is ruined in less than twenty-four hours. Worst of all, Reader doesn’t know. They’re still on cloud nine about the night, despite Bruce’s lecture. But, come Sunday morning, two days later, things fall apart.

Date is reported dead. Apparent suic1de just the night before. The financial implosion of the family was named the apparent reason.

Reader is distraught, confused, and hurt. What happened? What’s going on? This can’t be happening. I don’t want to lose anymore people I care about. I don’t want to lose someone like Momma and Daddy again.

Reader’s Gotham friends console Reader, saying it’s not their fault. That Date struggled with thought before. Don’t blame yourself. (They weren’t worth your time.)

Surprisingly enough, it’s Dick that finds reader having a borderline breakdown.

Dick clings and coddles and coos, but this time. Reader clings back. Reader clings back tight. Desperate for comfort. Which is surprising for Dick.

Most of the family tends to brush off his attempts at comfort until they hit rock bottom. For once, this isn’t someone hitting rock bottom before they need him. This is someone that’s just genuinely sad and overwhelmed and needs wants him.

Dick also ran under the assumption that Reader was allergic to affection, like Damian and Bruce. But, apparently, that wasn’t the case. It’s a nice feeling. To have someone not fight him when he tries to be comforting. Someone who is happy to take it. Of course, he doesn’t stay long. Once Reader pulls themselves together he’s got to get back to Buldhaven, but this time he leaves a bit slower. (But, him leaving somehow makes Reader feel worse.)

[luvrxbunny]

hold it

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Pussy Slapping

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex, praise, subspace but miguel doesn’t bring her back (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.4k

A/N: a few things- not a lot of Spanish cus people made me too nervous abt it. the prompt doesn't really factor into the story that much imo, sorry- not feeling super good abt this one tbh :( (not proofread)

He slaps you again and your teeth dig into your lip to keep your cries in. “Keep it in, sweetheart. I’m not breeding you so you can waste it all.” You nod frantically at him, aiming to please him as you clench all your muscles and try your best to hold his cum inside. You watch a satisfied smile spread over his face and his fingers come down to your pussy and spread your lips, watching your hole twitch. “That’s it. There we go, good girl.”

Your entire body is sensitive from how he’s been using you. He came home desperate to breed you and why would you refuse? Once he came in you though, he told you to hold it in, to keep all his cum inside you to ensure it takes, but your weak, post-orgasm body and your post-sex hazed brain couldn’t keep up. 

You’re laying back on the pillows, one leg over his thighs and he’s sitting halfway between your legs. His eyes are stuck on your pussy, watching the way you quiver to hold his load in, especially with how he’s been teasing you. He’s mesmerized by the sight, some of his cum already leaking out, a small stream breaking through as you whimper at your lack of control. 

You try to hold it in but eventually, your body gives up, too over-stimulated by his repeated slaps over your clit, the wet sound it makes when his hand connects with your pussy. He has this teasing, amused smirk on his face every time your body trembles after he hits you. You couldn’t handle it. Miguel grabs your thigh that’s in his lap and spreads you open further, watching as you twitch and let go, letting his cum slide out of you and onto his sheets. Then he slapped your pussy the moment he could see his cum sliding out of you. 

“I told you to hold it.” His voice is stern, non-negotiable, and sends a shiver down your spine as you tense all your muscles again. He laughs quietly, low and teasing. “I’m just gonna have to fill you again.”

He tuts at you, gives a disappointed sigh, and crawls back between your legs. You’re deep in subspace, wanting nothing more than to please him and taking his sigh as real, genuine disappointment. Tears well in your eyes and you whimper your apology as he lines himself with your entrance. “M’ sorry, Miguel. I-” You’re cut off by him sliding inside you, forcing a sob-like moan to fall from your lips. His eyes snap to your face at the sound, he’s climbing up your body and cradling your face within seconds.

“What’s this? You wanna stop, sweetheart?” You shake your head vigorously and wrap all your limbs around him, holding him close to you, pressing all his warmth against yours, and leaving pleasured cries in his ear. “C’mon, talk to me, amor.” He hasn’t moved inside you but his hands haven’t stopped caressing your body. He slides up your back to the base of your neck and gently pulls you away from him. Your eyes are closed, little tears resting on your lashes, chipping away at his heart. You sniffle once and try to tilt up into him, forcing his cock to slide against your walls in the way only he can. Instead, he forces your hips back to the bed with a soft grunt and looks back at you expectantly. So you give in.

“Jus’ wanna be good for you, Miggy.” Realization, sadness, and relief course through him. He hadn’t noticed you were so far gone, too caught up in his own mission, his need to fill you again and again, but the fact that he missed your needs because they were clouded by his own sends a pang of hurt through his heart. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, nose then lips. You moan sweetly against him, hands instantly coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to you. He pulls away and gives you one more kiss before looking deep into your eyes. “You’re always good for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me, baby.” 

He feels your clench on him at his words, a soft smile coming to his face at your predictability. You pull him closer to your face, just centimeters from his lips, and grind yourself up into him, earning a gentle moan from his lips. “See? So perfect, amor.” He thrusts into you, deep and hitting your G-Spot on his first try. His name comes out of your mouth as a shout, your nails dig into his back as you try and stabilize yourself. 

His hips speed up, starting their more brutal pace, knocking any stray thoughts loose from your head. He’s fixated on your face, hyper-vigilant to your reactions, making sure you’re enjoying yourself, that he’s giving you everything you need. He’s already desperate to cum in you, his cock still sensitive from the load he gave you a few minutes ago. You’re letting out high-pitched, passionate moans into his room, filling the space with sounds of you and your soaked pussy. His cock twitches inside you at the sound and you feel it. 

You let out a desperate moan and slam your lips into his, wet, needy, and messy. His spit ends up all over your face, you’re just trying to lick at him, into his mouth, over his lips, anything he’ll give you. Your desperation has his moaning raggedly into your mouth, his hips slamming into you harder, his tip bruising your cervix as he abuses it. “I love you so much, Miggy.” Your words stab arousal through him like a hot knife, slicing through his entire being. He collapses over you, groaning your name into your neck, almost deafening you with their volume. 

You’re always so soft for him, it’s almost painful how much it turns him on. He’s been slapping and abusing your pussy all night and you’re still so in love. You re-angle his head, forcing him to focus on you, watching the love that you’re pouring into your gaze. It’s making his balls tingle, and tense when they slap against your ass. “Te amo más bebé” His moan is smooth with the words as they slide from his mouth.

(“I love you more, baby”)

His muscles draw tight as he cock twitces inside you. “M’gonna fill you up. Gotta-” He tilts your hips toward him, forcing his cock deeper, pressing into your cervix almost painfully and he whimpers at the feeling. “-llegar tan profundo como pueda. Make sure you can keep it all in, bebé.” His hips begin to stutter and shake against yours as you tighten endlessly around him. You’re so out of it, all you can feel is the pleasure he’s giving you and your orgasm that’s about to snap in your stomach. Miguel grinds into you one more time, shaky, slow, and hard. You’re cumming around him. You moan a garbled version of his name, so loud and wrecked you barely recognize your voice in your ears. The sounds are ravaging Miguel though, they’re sending shocks through his body and he suddenly can’t hold on any longer. 

(“-get as deep as I can”)

He hunches over you, forcing his cock deeper, sending a new explosion of pleasure through your body with the sensations. He’s flooding your wet heat, painting you, coating your walls completely in his seed as he moans your name into the sex-scented air. He mutters love notes to you on repeat as he lets out rope after rope of cum into you. He’s breathing in his shaky breaths along with the scent of your hair as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and pulls out slowly. You whimper at the loss of his stretch and it oddly warms his chest, that you still want him after he’s been with you since he got home. 

He grabs a little towel on the side of the bed and wipes himself down before turning to do the same to you. Only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside yourself. He would be hard again if he had anything left in him. He basically runs back to your side, wanting an explanation but instead getting an even more erotic scene. Your eyes are on his, looking like you’re pleading for something and he can’t decipher what. “What is it, baby? Are you okay?”

You nod at him eagerly and little tears well in your eyes. “M’keepin’ it all in for you, Miggy.” He’s stunned to silence at your words, unable to believe how deep you are. “Tell- Tell me I’m good—? I’m- Am I being good?”

He almost passes out. He feels his sensitive cock fattening up again. Apparently, he does have something left in him. 

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[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

Hiiii

can you plz write future lookism AU where 1st gen kings + James find out that their daughter (high schooler) has a boyfriend I think it would be hilarious

thanks ❤

I don't know whether it's hilarious, but here we are, I had fun writing this❣️ hope you enjoy :)

Characters: James Lee, Kitae Kim, Jichang Kwak, Jinrang, Jaegyeon Na, Taesoo Ma, Seongji Yuk.

JAMES LEE

He will create a nurturing yet disciplined environment where enjoyment and growth coexist. His daughter won’t be spoiled, he loves her deeply, but to him, love also means ensuring her well-being and development.

So when a no-name, good-for-nothing loser ends up dating his daughter, James is absolutely stumped, how did this clown even manage to get near her?

He’ll give a cold, deadly stare and instantly dig up the guy’s full history, geography, and psychology like it’s a mission.

If this guy genuinely makes his daughter happy, and James believes she’s made an informed, mature decision, he won’t interfere. He wants her to grow as a person, and relationships, good or bad, are part of that journey.

But let me be very clear: if something goes wrong, Mr. Boyfriend might find himself mysteriously missing a few fingers... or limbs. Who knows? 🤭

KITAE KIM

Immediate axe-out!!! Mr. Boyfie , I hope your cardio's good.....run.

Kitae isn’t entertaining any cockroaches around his daughter. He knows how men can be, he’s seen it firsthand, starting with his own scumbag of a father.

No amount of begging will work. In his mind, his daughter is still way too young to even think about dating. There’s a right time for everything, and this is not it.

Now imagine a 6’9” giant charging with an axe in one hand, chasing down Mr. Boyfie… and the daughter running after him, trying to stop the madness.

Even in the rare event, he gives his approval, because no matter what, he doesn’t want to be the reason for his daughter’s sadness—he’ll keep a very strict eye.

Tears? Bad mood? One wrong move? That axe is coming out of his pocket again🤣

JICHANG KWAK

Think of how Manager Kim reacted when Minji brought a guy home, that will be Jichang. 😂

Now, he’s not the overprotective type at all. He believes his daughter should live her best life. But her well-being? That’s everything to him.

He’ll run a background check, not just for safety, but also for fun, and might even throw in a casual threat involving a bullet, just for laughs.

If the guy turns out to be kind, genuine, and respectful, Jichang has no issue.

But if he finds even the slightest red flag, he’ll push for a breakup fast. His daughter can hate him if she wants, but he refuses to sit back and watch someone else break her heart.

JINRANG

He’s got a solid head on his shoulders. Like a wolf: calm but overprotective. He knows choices like these shape a person for life.

First question he asks the guy after he hears she’s dating:“Are you James Lee’s dog?” LMAO.....yes, that’s real😂😂 He’s testing the guy’s character, strength, independence, whether this boy has his own backbone or just blindly follows others.

His daughter’s safety and well-being are his top priorities, but he’ll never suffocate her growth.

Instead, he gently makes her do a pinky promise: “No matter what happens, or who walks into your life, always remember, you can rely on Dad. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of.” A genuinely good father, with the right balance of care and protection.

He’s not against dating. Even if things fall apart, he’ll handle it with maturity and calm, but let it be known: if the guy steps out of line, he will vanish. Murder? Not off the table.

JAEGYEON NA

He will literally run his car over the poor guy, zero shame, zero fear. The law? Irrelevant. Because in Jaegyeon's eyes, this boy already broke the first and most sacred law: pursuing his precious daughter.

Now imagine this: his daughter is on a sweet little ice cream date with her boyfriend. Jaegyeon spots them by chance.

Suddenly, it turns into a full-on Bollywood scene, his car turns in slow motion, dramatic background music blaring, jaw dropped, eyes bulging, multiple-angle cinematic shots🤣 Then... he floors the accelerator.....full speed ahead, aiming straight at Mr. Boyfie. 💀

He’s hurling every curse and profanity that comes to mind. Mr. Boyfie is so traumatized that he might just beg her to break up.

Jaegyeon isn’t against love. He just won’t let some average Joe ruin his daughter’s happiness. Teenage hormones? He knows all about them. He’s certain she’ll find the right one someday. But definitely not right now.

TAESOO MA

Another one in the category of healthy dads with strong boundaries. When he finds out his daughter’s dating, he doesn’t lose it. He sees it as a natural part of teenage life, but warns her to stay cautious and alert to red flags.

He’s raised her with strong values and a clear sense of self, so he trusts she wouldn’t just fall for any random guy.

Not throwing shade at above men, but come on, have you seen how Taesoo treats Hudson?It’s a tearjerker....that perfect mix of discipline and motivation, of grit and love.

He won’t meddle unnecessarily in her personal life, but he’ll always be there in the background, offering a gentle yet firm nudge to make sure she’s walking the right path.

SEONGJI YUK

The chillest dad out of the entire bunch. Honestly, all he wants is for his precious, adorable little girl to be happy and healthy,that’s it.

He won’t throw tantrums or launch threats. His daughter would likely come to him herself and say, “Dad… I have a boyfriend.” He’ll probably just nod and say, “Okay. Just be careful. And make sure he respects you, not just as my daughter, but as a human being.”

But deep down… a quiet sadness will settle in. Time moves too fast. The same little girl who once held his hand just to walk straight is now slowly stepping away. He’ll have quiet moments where he mulls it over. He’ll sigh, smile faintly, and accept it.

Because at the end of the day, if she’s safe, healthy, and truly happy, then he’s okay too. That’s what being a father means to him.

[rekino2114]

Hello! I would like to know your opinion. For example, how would The Four Horsemen behave if they were Yandere in relation to their loved one?

What kind of yandere the horsemen girls are

A/n: I always write the horsemen as soft yanderes cause that just makes sense to me but I went into a bit more details in this one.

And this also fits in nicely with a request @i1knowitsoverstill1icling made in my messages about yandere makima headcanons that I completely forgot about until now, I'm sorry for being late but I hope you like this

Also since this is already a long note I thought I should mention that from now on I'll do a post about the horsemen girls (or a csm one in general) every week probably

Cw:yandere stuff,murder, torture (note that none of those are directed towards reader as i will NEVER write something like that) the girls are obsessed with you but you don't mind.

Makima

To makima you are the most precious and valuable being in the universe, your mere existence and love for her inadvertently saved so many people and more important it saved her

Thanks to you makima can now love and be loved she can have that love she always secretly longed for, the love and emotions that turned her into an actual human and its all thanks to you, so now that she has you she's not letting you go anytime soon

Makima is extremely protective over you. She basically always stays near you except during missions, and even then, she always keeps an eye on you in one way or another, she just doesn't want you to get hurt in any way....she's genuinely scared of what might happen to her if you died

Her obsession is actually not that extreme, sure you are the most important thing in her life and she wants to always be together with you but the thing is.....you basically do always spend your time together since she is genuinely such a perfect and loving wife staying with her is easily the best part of your day and most of the time your entire day

If she found out someone hurt you they're dead, human or devil it doesn't matter to her. Don't get her wrong she has morals now thanks to you, she wouldn't kill innocent people and so she'll let it slide if it was an accident

But If someone actively wanted to harm you for whatever reason, then she can't just let it go now can she? To her people who intentionally hurt you are not people worth living anyway, they're not even people they're disobient dogs who need to be taught a lesson

She will have them groveling on their knees begging you for mercy, they need to understand that you are far superior to them and that doing anything at all to hurt you is a sin that needs to be punished accordingly

It's the only moment when the smallest part of her old self will come back, not directed towards you of course, that could physically never happen but to the person who hurt you. They will see the control devil's old cruel self

Yoru

Yoru is definitely the most yandere out of her sisters

She actually enjoys slaughtering humans and watching them suffer.....well maybe enjoyed is a better term

After falling in love with you, her love of violence and destruction toned down. She still likes them, but she loves you way way more, and if she just started committing massacres left and right, you wouldn't like that, so she's willing to commit as little murders as possible to please you

Which is actually still a lot, but what do you expect her to do she needs her weapons, and there are a lot of people who won't be missed, so as long as it's people you don't care about it should be fine right? You go along with it cause it's practically impossible to make her stop completely with the murder

The only things stopping her from instantly turning into a weapon every girl who flirts with you is the fact that she's stuck in asa's head.....and also because you'd be sad

However, with people who actually hurt you, it's a different story. The people she turns into weapons don't actually feel pain, sure they die technically and become just tools for her to use but in the moment she uses her powers they're not screaming in pain regretting whatever choices led them to this moment which is exactly what she wants the people who hurt you to feel

This girl could and would commit a genocide for you (ok all of the horsemen would yoru is just the most likely to do so)

Fami

Before she met you fami though that bringing humans death would save them from suffering, she thought that was her goal in life and that she was doing humans a favor by saving them

But of course, when she met you, she completely changed her view. She understood how valuable and beautiful life and humans were and that she wasn't saving them like she thought just killing them mercilessly.....which caused her to cry and blame herself for all the deaths she caused

But thankfully she met you relatively early during her life on earth so she hadn't killed that many people and you comforted her about it so she was fine after a while but vowed to never hurt a human again to make up for all of the deaths...........With one exception of course, anyone who hurts you.

Fami loves you so much, and she's incredibly obsessed with you in kind of a pathetic way to be honest, she's definitely the type who sniffs and......does other stuff with your underwear when you're not around

She's so devoted to you you could do anything to her and she'll still love you (not like you'd ever do anything bad to this sweet girl) she's used to be treated like trash so the fact that you actually love her and treat her well means a lot to her. She'd do anything for you

Like i said before, Fami really doesn't care if anyone mistreats her. She's kinda used to this, and she's way too anxious to confront bullies or anyone who hurts her so she kinda just lets them say and do whatever they want to her, except for when they insult or hurt you, then she immediately gets involved and kills them

This time she knows she's not saving them, she knows she's just mercilessly killing them, but she doesn't care, in fact she's happy about it, she gets to defend her love's honor and get rid of bad people all in once, after all those people were so mean and cruel no one would miss them and the world would be a better place without them, she's still doing humanity a favor like this and especially you and that's all that matters

Death devil

Despite being the embodiment of the fear of dying death actually doesn't like killing humans that much

why should she? After all humans make the food she loves and the person she loves most in the world is a human so she really has no reason to hurt any of them......welll almost no reason

While death's obsession may seem tamer when compared to her younger sisters, it's just because of her emotionless and stoic attitude. She likes to let her actions speak rather than her words. She will do anything you ask of her with no delay or issues, not saying a word and just doing it, because you deserve everything in the universe and she will do whatever she can to make you happy

Death has a weird habit of just...showing up in your house, you'll be out for a while and when you come back you find your girlfriend on your bed eating a mountain of snacks. She didn't even break in cause nothing is broken or open she just........appeared there because she missed you

She actually isn't that overprotective of you, but that just because she doesn't have to be. You're dating the death devil most devils can simply sense the smell that she leaves on you and are smart enough to not mess with you because of that. And as for humans who don't know her identity.....if you insult someone and out of nowhere a really tall woman starts glaring at you with pink ringed eyes and the deadliest aura you've ever felt you'd probably apologize. However for the people stupid enough to actually hurt you and act like it's nothing she can take care of them easily

Death has a lot of really strong devils at her service, falling, guillotine, fire, and so she can kill them in any way see wants without even getting a single drop of blood on her and while comforting you about the situation. Some times she'll even ask you how you want the person to die, you deserve to choose, you were the one they harmed after all

However, if they hurt you in a particular way, in a way that made you cry, perhaps, or if they even drew blood then she will take care of them herself. No one hurts her love that badly and lives, by the time she's done, in the few moments before their imminent demise the person who dared to hurt you will understand why she's the most powerful devil of all, they'll understand why every single human is scared of death and she will make sure theirs will be a painful and torturous as possible

[buckyswifeduh]

Hi! I just recently found your blog and love your work! I couldn’t see anywhere that said if your requests were open or closed, but if they’re closed, just ignore this. But I love the detail you put into your pieces, how you show what the different characters are thinking and the dialogue and how you involve multiple people. The ones I’ve read so far have also been very relatable and the way you write what the reader is going through is very realistic so anyway I was hoping to request something with Bucky and reader that is going through a tough time and really taking it out on herself. Like a depressive episode but she stops taking care of herself (self isolating, stops taking meds, stops eating, sleeps all day, can’t sleep at night, doesn’t want to shower, etc) so Bucky and the team step in to pick her back up. Even if she’s reluctant to it they don’t let her self destruct even if that’s what she’d rather do. You see the team and Bucky being concerned and trying to figure out what to do but eventually they get her to therapy, help her start eating, make sure she takes her meds, etc. This may be partially inspired by Thunderbolts* and partially inspired by current life events. 😬🙃

Take care of you

Pairings: Avengers!Bucky x Fem!Depressed!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have been going through a rough patch, which has made you completely shut down and isolate yourself from your friends and family, including Bucky. But they're always there to pick you back up.

Warnings: ANGST, Self-destruction, talk of eating disorder, insomnia, sad!reader, neglectful Bucky (happy ending promise), self-isolation on the reader's part, depression, anxiety, arguing between Bucky and Reader, eventual fluff, use of Y/N.

WC: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you so much for this request!! I am definitely open to requests, and I loved writing this. I hope it's what you were hoping for! I LOVEEE writing/reading angst.

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It all started when Bucky got back from a particularly rough mission. Something had made him internally angry, and you were just there, taking the brunt of it. That was several weeks ago, and it hadn't gotten better.

"Will you just stop fucking nagging me?!" Bucky screamed, slamming his metal arm down on the countertop, making the corner of it split and crack.

You felt like your heart had cracked a small bit, just like the marble.

You stood there in silence, genuinely shocked at your boyfriend's outburst. You and Bucky had been either arguing or not speaking for weeks. Sleeping in the same bed, yet backs were turned toward each other.

You didn't know why. He wouldn't talk to you. But this, this was the final strike. Your mental wellbeing couldn't take any more. So you nodded, walking down the hall and slamming the door to your bedroom as you crawled into the safety of your bed. You smelled his sandalwood scent on your sheets, letting the tears fall freely. Hearing the door to your shared apartment in the tower slam, you let out a sob, crying yourself to sleep.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" Natasha walked into the Avengers' shared kitchen, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, and went to sit by Steve, who was filling out mission reports.

"She hasn't been out of our room yet?" Bucky questioned back, chopping up some vegetables for the stew he was helping Wanda make. He knew you loved her food and hadn't been feeling too well lately, so he knew her homemade beef stew would cheer you up...He hoped.

Steve glanced up, still filling out a report as he spoke, "What's going on with you guys, Buck? The energy is off between you two."

"The energy?" Natasha smirked, turning her head to Steve.

He rolled his eyes, looking back down at what he was doing, "Something the spidey kid taught me, I don't know."

Natasha laughed but looked back up at Bucky, "Seriously, what is going on? She hasn't been going on missions, I barely see her at team dinners, and Friday said she hasn't seen her pick up her prescription from Med Bay in weeks."

Bucky stopped chopping the celery, setting his knife down and looking at the redhead. "She hasn't been taking her meds?"

Natasha shook her head, "Have you seen her go to therapy lately?"

Now that Bucky was thinking about it, he hadn't. He hadn't paid attention to whether you were taking your meds or eating. He really hadn't noticed if you even came to bed most nights.

"I..." Bucky looked back down, continuing to chop the food, "We're just going through something right now, I'm sure it'll pass."

It didn't.

A week later and Natasha had had enough. You had stopped coming to the kitchen, opting to stay in bed all day. You had even started calling in for every mission Steve threw you on. Something was wrong.

"Y/n?" Natasha knocked on the door, not hearing anything from the other side. A couple more knocks later, and she was fed up. Sliding a bobby pin from out of her braided hair, she slipped it into the lock and moved it around until she heard the gears unlock the door.

Walking into your shared apartment, she was shocked. The curtains were all shut, blacking out the living room. Dishes were untouched in the sink, and it looked like Bucky had made a permanent bed on the couch, his dog tags still lying beside the pillow.

Moving down the hall, she squinted in the darkness as she stopped in front of your door.

"Y/n?" Natasha knocked, making your head snap up in response. Pulling your weak body from the bed, your raspy voice called out, "One sec."

Natasha silently let out a breath, thank god you were awake and she didn't have to unlock another door without your consent.

You slipped your feet into some house slippers and wrapped your robe around your body, tying it in the front so Natasha couldn't see how much weight you had lost.

Opening the door, you tried to smile as best you could. Nat could see through it, of course. "Hey, Nat, is everything okay?"

Natasha looked at you, like really looked at you. Your eyes were dull compared to the light that was usually there. Your cheekbones had sunken in a little, and the bags under your eyes were as dark as your room. The redhead gulped, "Why don't we come in here and talk for a minute?" You wanted to decline, opting to go back to bed, but it was Natasha; you knew she was only being nice and not giving you tough love for your benefit.

"Y-yeah, okay." Closing the bedroom door behind you, you both made your way down the hall and into the kitchen. Natasha flipped on the light, making your eyes water as you hadn't been around anything compared to daylight in more than a few days.

"How about I make you something to eat? A sandwich? Or even some pasta?" Natasha kept talking over your mumbling protests, knowing she was making you food whether you wanted it or not.

You sighed, sitting silently as you watched her pull out some sandwich meat and a loaf of bread; surprisingly not molded out by now.

"Nat?" She stopped, looking at you with worried eyes. "What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to you, "We're worried, Y/n."

She was about to continue when Bucky opened the door, making you drop your head and stare at your lap as you played with your nails. You hadn't really talked to him, let alone see how far gone you were. He didn't seem to care, so you thought.

"Doll?" Bucky walked over, making Natasha move from her seat and continue working on the food she was preparing for you. "Honey, can you look at me?" You did, bringing your eyes to his ocean blue ones.

His heart dropped seeing the dark circles under your eyes, paired with the way you looked like you had lost half of your body weight. Tears came to your eyes as you saw the way he looked at you.

"You hate me."

"W-what? Why would you ever say that, doll? I don't hate you." Bucky cupped your slender cheek with his hand, his heart cracking even more from those three words you spoke.

"You won't talk to me, I-I realize i'm not physically attractive to you anymore and I nag you and-" "Shh, doll, stop." Bucky quietly calmed you down, "What are you talking about?"

Natasha quietly stepped out after putting the plate of food up on the kitchen island next to you, wanting to give you and Bucky some privacy.

"I don't know, I've just been...not myself lately, and I don't know what to do anymore, Buck." You nuzzled your hand into his palm, feeling the tears seep down your cheeks as he held your head up.

"Have you been taking your meds?" You shook your head.

He sighed, "When was the last time you ate something or even slept a full night?" You stared blankly at his chest, genuinely trying to think. "I don't remember."

Bucky silently moved forward, kissing the crown of your head. "I should've paid more attention sweetheart, I'm sorry."

You started to protest before he shook his head. "No, there's no excuse. I should've seen what was going on, and I didn't. I'm so sorry, doll."

You let your body melt into his as you cried, listening as he apologized over and over. His hand rubbed up and down your back as your tears soaked his shirt. He could feel the bones of your spine as he comforted you, hurting his heart even more.

He knew he could fix this. He would bring you out of this hole you had fallen into, even if it's the last thing he did.

-

"So what do we do?" Natasha spoke up. Everyone on the team was sitting in the lounge as Bucky walked in, having just tucked you into bed after holding you for hours. It was in the middle of the night, but with your mental wellbeing on the line, no one cared if their sleep schedule was a little messed up.

"Do we take her somewhere to get help? Like an in-patient situation?" Sam asked, making Bucky shake his head. "I'm not sending her away. She's depressed, she doesn't need to think we don't want her here." The team nodded, making Tony suggest, "What about getting her back into therapy and making sure she's taking her medication?" "I thought she was already in therapy." Wanda looked up at Bucky.

"She is, well, is supposed to be. I got an email from her therapist saying she hasn't come in for the last fifteen sessions."

"What about someone new?" Steve offered, "Sam, don't you know some people you used to work with over at the Veterans Center?"

"I might know a couple, but she's not a Veteran Steve, they only take people who've been victims of war."

"We have some contacts in different offices for Shield Agents who might take her even though she's on the team." Tony took a swig of his drink, feeling hurt over the whole situation. You were like a daughter to him, and he had been so caught up in his work lately, he never noticed.

"A female therapist." Bucky spoke up, "She'd only talk to a woman."

Tony nodded, pulling out his phone, "I'll see who I can find. Just make sure she goes."

A WEEK LATER

"It's gonna be okay, doll." Bucky sat in the waiting room with you, holding your hand as you shook your knee up and down anxiously.

You nodded, looking around as the entire team had come to support you. Natasha, Steve, Sam, Tony, and Wanda were all sitting with you, taking up almost the entire waiting room as other clients sat in awe of the Avengers next to them.

The past week had been hard but good. Sam got you out of the house and took you on a drive upstate.

Natasha got you back into the gym and helped you regain some strength.

You helped Tony out in the lab, holding a flashlight as he worked, even though he had robots that could easily have helped.

Wanda talked to you as you sat in the kitchen, watching her cook meals for the team.

And Bucky. Bucky was the one who made you start to feel like yourself again. He took you on picnics near the newly made compound. He made sure you were taking your meds and would help you wash your hair when you didn't have the energy.

Bucky held you at night like you would suddenly slip away. He kissed you with such gentleness that you believed you didn't deserve.

As the therapist called your name, you stood up on shaky legs, turning towards Bucky. "I promise I'm fine, I don't need to go, Bucky please."

"Doll," Bucky shushed you and placed a hand on your jaw, "I just want you to feel better, and this is a part of that." He kissed you softly on the lips, "We're all here for you. Every single one of us will be here when you get finished, and we'll be here to support you."

You wanted to object, but you knew you needed the help. Sighing reluctantly, you kissed Bucky once more before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

"I'll always be here, doll. I'll always take care of you." -

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[incorrectfatui]

some Fatui headcanons before we resume the quotes (some funny, some sad, some just random idk) these are all over the place but oh well Pierro: Really liked talking to Signora about magic. They both use very different kinds, but they still have similar understandings, and no one else really wants to hear him ramble

Capitano: Oblivious to romantic relationships. Thinks everyone is just really good friends.

Dottore: Got so seasick on the way to inazuma and back, that he genuinely considered never visiting again. Spent like 5 months trying to research medication against motion sickness and ended up poisoning himself. Intentionally makes mathematical mistakes in his budget reports, just to annoy Pantalone.

Columbina: can't swim.

Arlecchino: Says "I don't have a favourite child", but definitely has a favourite child. Tried making Dad jokes once and failed miserably, mostly because she didn't understand the joke herself. Sometimes forgets that most the Harbingers are immortal, so she'll have situations where she mentions researching some long dead person, only for one of the others to go "oh i knew that dude personally". Somewhat salty that she isn't hundreds of years old.

Crucabena: Her birthday is on christmas. She doesn't know what christmas is, so it doesn't matter, but she just gives off the vibe of being born in winter and I think it'd be funny. Wrote letters trying to get Neuvilette to implement the death penalty monthly, but never received a reply. Has, one more than one occasion, used Hydro not to fight, but to drown people, because she liked watching them struggle.

Clervie: her and Peruere once illegally operated an Aquabus while on a mission. Peruere may have used it to commit vehicular manslaughter. Also she made mother's day presents every year, despite them being thrown away. Tried to teach herself elemental magic, but couldn't figure it out without a teacher. Once overheard Crucabena praying to the Cryo Archon. briefly had hope that she changed for the better, only to hear "Thank you your Majesty for giving me the ability to give people hypothermia".

Lyney: Genuinely thought Arlecchino was a guy for like 3 months after being adopted. Also sometimes forgets that Freminet isn't his biological brother.

Lynette: More cat-like than Lyney. Has caught birds and eaten them raw before, but doesn't do it anymore, even though Arlecchino approves.

Freminet: More powerful than Lyney and Lynette, even if it doesn't seem like it. Doesn't have all that much control over his cryo vision yet, so he mostly uses it as a support for his claymore, instead of the other way around.

Pulcinella: Has a lot of fun calling everyone a child, even if he isn't older than them. Dottore? Unruly teenager. Scaramouche or Sandrone? Practically a toddler. Arlecchino and Childe? Babies. Only ones he doesn't do this to is Columbina and Pierro. Columbina because he's scared, Pierro because of respect.

Scaramouche: One of the only people who actually understands how Ei's Realm of Euthmiya works. Has tried to explain it to several people, including Pierro and Dottore, but get's frustrated every time because they don't understand it exactly. So overcharged with electro energy, that touching him may give you a small shockl (yes, even after Sumeru). Is actually not completely sure how his body actually works, and neither is Nahida. Dottore has a pretty level of knowlegde (although he still gets a lot of surprises), but the only one who actually understands his body completely is Ei.

Sandrone: Tried to become active in Fontainian politics at some point. Promptly fell asleep in the courtroom because she spent several all-nighters trying to complete a project of hers. Complicated feelings about Scaramouche, ranging from "I want to dissect him" to "no one understands this guy more than me, ignore the fact that we talk like once every 5 years"

Signora: Even with the cryo delusion, her body temperature runs really, really hot. Is basically a walking heater- Columbina likes using her as a portable source of warmth. Also, her blood being liquid fire is not an exaggeration- got wounded in the palace one time, only to burn down half a library.

Pantalone: Once suggested suing Raiden Ei for child support. It did not work.

Childe: Completely unaware that Arlecchino isn't the first Knave. Thinks she's immortal too. Also only figured out that Dottore has clones after about a year of being a Harbinger.

[cutiecusp]

Memories, part three.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader.

TW, Memory loss, mentions of PTSD, light fluff.

You watch him as you both enter your shared home together, the tightness in his chest obvious as he scans the room, his dark eyes flitting over all the things that made your home unique to you both before settling on a photograph.

"You look beautiful, cant believe you got me in a suit." He remarks gruffly, staring at the couple in the photograph.

You take the frame off the table, and hand it to him, your smile genuine.

"What's more unbelievable is Soap ate the cake before we even cut it."

You watch Simon throw Soap an annoyed look, the Scot held his hands up in mock surrender, before joining the others in the kitchen.

Simon heads to the mantlepiece, his fingers tracing over the frames, as if he was trying to bring back every memory by touch.

"There's no doubt we look good together." He smiles, picking up a picture of you both on holiday, the sea in the background, your face beaming as you hold a giant ice cream.

"We had to share that ice cream." You quip, standing next to Simon.

Your cheeks redden as you remember all the sugary kisses afterwards, melting into his arms as he held you close.

Simons gaze flickers over your face, taking in the blush, but not remarking on it further.

"And who's this?" He asks, pointing to a picture of himself, with a dog.

"That's Scout, and in the back is Riley." you point out, your eyes soften.

"My brother owned Scout, and Riley was ours, you brought her home-"

"I brought her home from a mission." He finishes, his gaze steady.

"I remember her."

You smile sadly. He could remember your dog, but not you?

He picks up on the mood change, and offers a hand, and without hesitation, you take it.

"Sorry love. I wish i could remember more."

You shrug it off, as if it wasn't a big deal, and while your heart was breaking, you had to remember he was home. So you put on a watery smile, and change the subject.

"Tea?" You ask.

He nods, and finding his way to the kitchen, it allows you a minute to breathe.

Your eyes take in the first photo he saw, you in a white dress, your smile brightening up the shot, your eyes shining and focused on Simon, who stood tall and broad in a black suit, mask off, his eyes burning back into yours with desire and love.

Tears threatened to fall, and at the sound of laughter from the kitchen, you let them. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you cry, your vision blurring out the real world for a minute.

After a few minutes, you feel strong arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into an embrace. You look up, to see a familiar jaw line, and honeyed eyes.

"He will be okay, petal." Kyle remarks, his voice soft.

You shake your head, how can he be, when he cannot remember the life he's created with you.

Kyle rubs soothing circles on your back. Out of the taskforce, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick felt the most like family, calm, collected, always ready for an adventure, and the one you confided in the most, he was like a brother to you, so it wasn't unusual that he was there to comfort you.

After a few minutes, you caught your breath and took the tissue Kyle offered.

"Thank you, Kyle, i should be grateful he's home, and i am, its just-"

Kyle nodded, his face solemn.

"We are going to give you guys some space, but if you need us, call us, I'm on paperwork duty tonight, so ill be awake."

You sigh, before nodding. You look up to see Price and Soap at the door, sad smiles on their faces. Over the last five years, these men had become your family, and it hit you hard that they must be grieving a friend too. You hug them both, pressing a kiss to each cheek before they head out, a clear understanding that this is the first day of a new life for both you and Simon.

The rest of the evening was consumed by dinner, Simon helping you prepare a basic dish, and asking small questions along the way. The mood felt awkward, hollow, with shallow conversations, Simon caught up with the year without him.

You hide in the bathroom, emotionally strung out. Essentially Simon was a stranger to you now, and while your heart yearned to break down the door and wrap your arms around him, he didn't feel like yours anymore.

You hear him shuffling around in your bedroom, so you go to investigate.

"Jus' looking for some shorts for bed," He calls out, seeing your shape in the doorway.

"I'll take the guest bed tonight, Simon." You say softly, looking everywhere but him.

"You don't have to do that, i will." Came the gruff reply. You look up to find Simon staring at you.

"I know, deep down you are my wife, and you are someone special to me, and i also know that this is a sore situation for you, so I'll take the other room."

You nod, returning to the bathroom, unable to argue with him. All you want is your husband back in your arms.

As you wash your face, and apply your skincare, you notice Simon watching you over your shoulder.

"You still use the vanilla cream?" He asks nonchalantly

You pause. How would he..

"Your dressing gown smells of vanilla in the bedroom. Made me think of cake. I thought the smell could trigger something" He admits sheepishly.

You nod, it had been a favourite of yours, and he routinely brought you more, even on deployment.

"Thank you." Simon says quietly.

You turn around, a questioning look on your face.

"For not giving up on me. For always believing I'd come home."

Your eyes soften, and you nod, unable to speak.

He throws you a smile and heads into the guest room, leaving you to finish rubbing lotion into your skin.

** A FEW HOURS LATER.**

You wake up with a start, a loud noise coming from the guest bedroom, throwing the covers back, you race into the next room.

Simon is drenched in sweat, his eyes unfocused as he tosses and turns in his sleep.

You know better than to wake him physically, so you call to him from the edge on the bed.

"Simon, its me, love. You are home, in the guest bed. You are home. " You chant your mantra a few times, before he groggily opens his eyes, before they settle on you.

"I'm home?" he asks, his voice deep with sleep and fear.

You nod, slowly approaching him.

"Yes, Simon. You are home, its me, you are safe."

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching Simons chest heave, his foggy gaze drinking you in like a cold glass of water on a hot day.

"Love?" He calls, his voice strained, his arms open.

You settle between his arms, your hand stroking his cheek, soothing him.

"I'm here." You assure him.

His breathing evens out, and you hold him closer, your heartbeat settling him.

"I remember the ice cream." he murmurs.

You raise an eyebrow.

"The ice cream?"

"From the photo, i remember it took you forever to eat it, it was when i came home from Paris, and we took a holiday. I remember kissing you after, your laugh as you put some on my nose."

You smile, Your thoughts going back to that day.

"I did, and do you remember the cat we saw, getting all the old ladies to feed it croissants?" You chuckle.

Simon pulls away, his eyes locked on yours, your bodies still close. Your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I remember the dress you wore for me that night, love." He remarks, watching you blush.

"I remember it not lasting long on your body." He continues.

His eyes flicked down to your lips, and back up to your eyes.

" I remember a lot, now love. But will you stay until i remember it all, and we can build our lives back together?" He asks, his voice full of vulnerability.

"I promise." You whisper, before his lips press gently against yours.

"I promise you forever."

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[imtryingbuck]

Never Alone

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s struggling so he goes to the roof not expecting everything to change.

Word count: 1,317

Warnings: angst. Bucky’s past. Fluff. Mention very briefly of period and snot (is that a warning?) Bucky being sad and insecure.

Masterlist

Just a door slamming had him flinching, when his anxiety was this bad and the lack of sleep was finally catching up to him he couldn’t tell the difference between a door closing to a gun firing. His anxiety was at his highest point for the first time in a long time, he was on edge the whole time, just walking down the corridor of the tower had him looking over his shoulder.

The nights were worse. Plagued by the horrors of what he was forced to do and the pain he had to endure for so many years of the life he wasn’t supposed to have kept him tossing and turning on the wooden flooring of his bedroom. Bucky always made sure to tell FRIDAY to turn on soundproof mode as he got into bed as he knew his screams would wake up everyone, the guilt and the shame that he always felt the next day made him know that he had to suffer in silence.

Bucky knew that he could turn to Steve but for the last three weeks he had been on a mission with Sam and Natasha so there was no way Bucky could distract him with his self-pity.

And there was Y/n who he could talk to but the thought of talking to her about his nightmares and anxiety made him scared. He had been harbouring a secret crush on her from the moment he met her, she was just the sweetest person he had ever met - she never judged him for his scars or on his past, she never spoke down to him or explained things to him as if he was a child. She was the only person who could actually make him laugh, the one who could calm him down when things got really tough for him just by smiling at him.

He had it bad for her and he knew it.

But he couldn’t go to her with this because then she would see how damaged he truly was and then he definitely wouldn’t have stood a chance. Why would anyone want him when he was so damaged? He couldn’t be the man she needed or would even want. He was pathetic, well and truly pathetic.

Great now he was panicking. His heart pounding in his chest. The air was starting to get stuffy.

Pulling open his bedroom door he made a beeline to the stairs, climbing them two at a time with his destination in sight he didn’t slow down.

Bucky’s lungs ached as the cold New York air filled them but he welcomed that ache, he needed it to make him realise where he was, that he was safe and okay.

Bucky had lost track of time since he arrived onto the roof of the tower, concentrating on the cars bright lights as they moved up and down the road and the intoxicating smell coming from the diner just a little ways down the street. It was peaceful.

The peace he had created for himself ended quickly when he heard the door leading to the roof squeak open behind him. Since the person who had disturbed his sanctuary was blocking the doorway there wasn’t a way to go back to his room, the thought of jumping over the edge had made an appearance in his mind.

He could survive the fall right? If not that was okay.

“Bucky?”

“Y-Y/n?”

“Can I sit with you?” he doesn’t respond verbally purely because he’s scared that she will hear how weak he sounds so he settles on nodding. “I went out today and guess what I saw?”

“W-what di-did you see?”

“I saw this puppy and it came running over to me and I got so excited because I thought that the little baby wanted me to be his new mama but then his actual owner came running over too then I got sad”

For the first time in weeks Bucky laughed. A real, genuine laugh. That was the thing with Y/n it didn’t matter what he or anyone was going through she knew how to find a way to make them laugh or at least crack a smile, and he could actually picture her standing on the street all excited about the prospect of this puppy wanting to have her as his owner and then frowning in the cutest way she could only pull off when the owner arrived.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“A-about?”

“Whatever’s troubling you”

“How did you know?”

“I just do.”

That was another thing with the woman sitting by his side had the ability of having, she just knew that there was something wrong with someone just by their body language. It didn’t matter if you wore a huge smile on your face to mask the pain and the cruel thoughts racing around in your head, she could tell that the smile was fake, she could tell that there was something troubling you.

Sighing, he thought about lying to her but the thought of actually lying to her made his heart clench painfully. From the moment he had met her he had never lied to her, he didn’t want to start doing that now.

“It’s-it’s just… I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. Is it your anxiety?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong wi-“

“There is nothing wrong with you Bucky. Nothing at all.”

Hearing those words Bucky tried, he really did try to keep the salty tears at bay, ashamed to cry in front of her but those very simple words coming from her he couldn’t stop them from flowing out. He cries even harder when she wraps her arms around him, pulling him into her chest, softly cooing whilst she ran through the soft locks of his hair.

“I-I’m sorry” he hiccups, finally gaining the courage to sit up and face her. Finding himself leaning into her hand when she wipes his tears.

“Don’t apologise to me, even big, strong super soldiers have feelings that they need to let out and get their snot on me” she laughs lightly.

“Oh god, Y/n/n I’m so sor-“

“Don’t. It’s fine, at least you didn’t do what I did and get snot all over Fury’s trench coat”

“No you didn’t!” He chokes at a laugh.

“I did, it was when I was on my period and we were having a meeting, I dropped my pizza slice and well… let’s say the tears came on pretty quick and I went up to Fury, for comfort you know? And ended up getting snot on his precious coat” they share a short sweet laugh with each other before Bucky’s smile dropped.

“Y/n/n, there’s this girl-woman who I’ve had feelings for, well I’m in love with her bu-but I don’t think she feels the same” he speaks with hesitation yet when he spoke of his love for this woman his face lit up, unknowingly making her heart clench.

“Y-you should tell her, she’d be stupid-“

“Can I kiss you?”

“B-but the… oh, oh! Yes, please kiss me”

The sigh they both let out when their lips finally touched was one of shared content. It was better than they had ever imagined. His hands one flesh and warm the other metal and cold cradled her face as her left hand played softly with his hair, her right one was on his chest feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart as their tongues explored each other.

Finally getting into the same bed, they shared some more kisses before letting sleep consume them.

Unbeknownst to her Bucky hadn’t slept in over two weeks giving up after the fourth night of nightmares, having her tucked securely in his arms he fell into the most peaceful sleep he had since before the war.

He knew that he was never alone, not when he had her by his side.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[n3ptoonz]

'A Burning Memory'

Pairing: WinterSoldier!Bucky/F!Reader

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Warnings/tags: Smut, Explicit/NSFW; pre CA:TWS, not happy ending, slight(?) angst, plot heavy, reader is an ex-widow, mild fighting, riding, kissing, they have history, reader calls him james - there is a reason why, reader can speak russian, SHE/HER USED, sub!bucky, think of this as canon divergence, partially inspired by the book! half proofread, yes this is also inspired by the song, "i love you" and "I'm sorry" in the same fic, i feel evil, indigo plays way too much rivals

Word count: 2k

italicized text in quotations means Russian is being spoken. bold italicized means flashback

You left him.

Well, no. You escaped. You escaped all the torment and destruction to your body. You were over the experiments and lashings. The bright lights. The harsh conditions of training. The force of submission. You were done. However, the 'mindless' soldier didn't see it that way.

He was sent out to find and capture you, kill if necessary. One could say he's half in, half out. They told him you're a traitor and ran out on him for your own personal gain and he believed it. Part in mission, part personally. But you've been strategically hiding for months--not knowing you were hiding from him. You figured they'd send HYDRA agents and keep working on him. You hadn't a clue who he really was, nor were you so sure of your own identity, but you never thought the time you spent going on those assassin duo missions would stick to him.

You're squatting in an empty house not abandoned too long ago. It was night and you could already barely sleep, lying awake on the stolen blankets while using your own jacket for cover. You sighed frustratedly and went to go grab a bottled water from the pantry when you feel a cold, metal hand cover your mouth and a gun click, poking your rib.

"Remember me?"

Being the only one qualified to keep up with the Winter Soldier was only a curse. There were no blessings. Okay, maybe there was one. That one...no, three times you two "protected each other" whenever the signal would go out on your earpieces. Otherwise known as, nobody was there to watch your every move. Couldn't hear what you were saying... nothing. You know, the cliche of being in small, dark spaces with someone and you just so happen to brush up against a spot that was sensitive enough to get a reaction out of him of all people.

The supposed armed and dangerous man, most feared assassin the world...let you take his mask off for the first time.

"Turn around." he said, now poking the gun into your back. His accent has gotten thicker since you'd last seen him, which only meant one thing: they definitely wiped his memory again. You managed to swipe his files alongside yours before you got outta there. He's American, but he didn't know that. He still spoke Russian like it was nobody's business.

You obeyed and slowly turned around, dropping the water bottle as you watched his every move. It made you...sad to see him like this.

"I remember you." you said with a neutral tone. "I'm not going to fight you."

He didn't like that. All his enemies are supposed to fight back. There's no such thing as surrender. No hostages. Only pain. He put the gun down but his left hand--the metal one--reached out and grabbed you by the throat, pushing you harshly against a nearby wall. It was dark in the house, but you could still see the void pool in his steel blue eyes.

"Like hell you won't." he said. His jaw clenched behind his mask, but why? Why was he genuinely so pissed? Why hasn't he just knocked you out and taken you with him by now?

You gasped for air as you tried to stay alert and awake. "You need to- remember-" you strained and weakly kicked his padded torso to no avail. He grunted and squeezed harder, but then was caught all the way off guard when you punched him in the middle of his forehead. This made his grip loosen slightly, allowing you leeway to bring your legs up onto his arm and flip him over on his side.

When you landed on the floor next to him, clutching your chest as you regained consciousness, you realized you might have to either A) run as far as possible now or B) try to get through to him. Which is less impossible? Which would hurt less?

He grunted as he went to sit up. You rolled over before he could be within grabbing distance.

"I'm not going to fight you." you repeated as you stood to your feet with your hands up. You watched him get up as quickly as he fell before charging at you. You cursed as you realized you're going to have to, in fact, fight him. It's not like you weren't prepared. You're Red Room. He's HYDRA. It was tango only you two could dance.

It didn't last very long before he had you in a headlock with that same metal arm. You couldn't afford to almost lose consciousness again because this time you'd actually get to dreamland a whole lot faster. So, on impulse, you reached up and snatched his mask off.

"It's just me," she whispered, slowly removing his mask while he let her. He's already seen her full face but it's like she got...prettier.

He let go of you and stumbled backwards, feeling his face, cringing at the cool air hitting it. He stared at you, dumbfounded, nobody has ever tried that before.

They share a kiss. A short and sweet one. Her lips were so soft, so real. So perfect. She's seen me without my mask and didn't run away. She's not afraid of me like the others. She's-

"Who are you?" he muttered. His eyes darting between you and the mask in your hand.

"It's me." you whispered. "I'm not a threat to you, James." you added and slowly set the mask down. You slowly walked towards him and this time he didn't move, didn't make any effort to push you back or fight you again.

He remembers drinking in her quiet, precious moans as they kissed again. She was a drug. Something suddenly worth risking the entire mission for. His life. The consequences of getting too close to, well, anybody. He's a soldier. The perfect soldier who let some woman distract him, but damn it all.

He remembers what it felt like to drag his flesh hand along her leather clad hips. Her ass and thighs, her breasts-

"James," you stood directly in front of him with your hands still up. "You know me. You know it's me."

God, she smelled so good too. Her skin was warm and welcoming, as opposed to literally everybody else who poked and prodded at him under harsh lights and cold rooms. The first and only time anybody had power over him that was wanted, not forced.

He flinched when you grabbed his hand, his eyes shooting daggers at yours as his entire body tensed. But then he looked at you again, under the moonlight that bounced off the walls and into your facial features. Your soft lips and pretty eyes. Those casual clothes that vaguely reminded him of how you looked with nothing on. He uttered your name quietly, more for himself than you.

"Yes," you replied with a smile and a nod. "And your real name is James. Many called you 'Bucky'."

And it was all a flash. His brows furrowed as his brain suddenly fogged. That name...that damn name...why does it affect him like his. He took one good look at you. The way you looked up at him desperately, yet determinedly was like the last time you saw each other.

The signal had gone out once again-

Fuck it.

He grabbed your face and kissed you like no other. It was hungry. It was sad. It was hurt. It was happy. It was...

"Perfect," he muttered against your lips. There was no time to process what just occurred when he pulled you with him, sitting on the couch and clutched your hand in his. It was like he was unsure of himself, but you got the hint. He remembered.

He remembered the last mission. You let go of his hand and started stripping yourself half naked. He watched like a man who'd never seen anything like this before. His head tilted the second you loomed over him and undid his pants, just enough to tug down past his thighs.

That mission had to be the most risky, as there were foes on all sides that had no clue you two were there. This time was different. You technically had all the time in the world. Or at the very least all night.

You normally would entertain the idea of foreplay and all the jazz but truly, it looked like he was about to implode if you didn't start bouncing on it right this second. He uttered your name again, the rest of it dying in his throat when you sank down in his lap. You shushed him as you adjusted, wanting him to savor it and not get overwhelmed. He was still very vulnerable in this state. He had to know you had no intention of taking advantage of him like everybody else.

You set a slow pace, holding his gaze and cupping his jaw like he was a delicate flower. He looked at you like you were an angel before you kissed him gently, letting your fingers run through his hair. You felt his arms creep around your waist to hold you close, to which you didn't mind. He groaned softly and relished in everything coming back to him.

It didn't go as far back as pre-serum, but he could recall your chemistry and how well you worked together. What it felt like to be inside you for the first time. To come a little too close to cumming inside you for the first time. He needed that feeling again, again, and again.

"I missed you," you said softly and rolled your hips. You could feel his grip tightening on them as you both knew he had full jurisdiction to pick you up and finish the job himself. But he didn't want to. Not with you. "A lot."

You picked up the pace and let your face nuzzle on his shoulder, unbothered by the tactical gear that should've for sure had you shaking in your boots. That and the unmistakable musky scent that belonged to him.

He grunted in response to both your words and this new pace. Your silky walls weren't shy in welcoming him home. He could feel your soft curves molding to his hard body, your body fitting perfectly against his own.

This was wrong. Going against his mission. The Winter Soldier never failed a mission and he'd just been compromised by the target. By his mission.

But who cares? This was Bucky. Bucky was utterly in love with you, even if you just met this year. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, desperate to take you with him. He could hear you panting against his ear and whining pathetically. Just what Bucky wanted. Just what Bucky needed.

"Please, come with me," he silently pleaded. Whether it meant literally now or joining him in completely abandoning his mission, that was ultimately out the window as he crashed. Bucky had the mind to pull you up as you came too, watching both of you make a mess in awe and satisfaction.

You trembled in his hold, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "I'm so sorry I left you." you whispered. "I love you so much." you added and collapsed back into his lap, holding him tightly.

And suddenly his grip around you got weaker, more limp. Your eyes widened when you felt his hands fall to his sides on the couch. The light in eyes was gone and his pupils were dilated.

"James," you shook him, holding his face in panic as he didn't respond at all. "James!"

You rolled off of him and quickly stuffed him back into his pants before throwing on the rest of your clothes. He was gone; passed out. When you heard faint noises of people outside, you cursed under your breath and looked for an exit. Your heart ached at the sight of him clearly deactivated in some way.

You'll never know if he heard your sorry or your confession as you crawled through the fire escape. The mask being put back in his lap to maybe signal that you were here, with him. Yet all it did was prove he failed. And that's all he'll know. Everything else might as well have fallen on deaf ears.

Because now, it's just a burning memory.

[fallen-gravity]

some thoughts on the moana 2 novelization, as threatened promised <3 under a readmore for spoilers and also because I don't trust myself to keep it short

(friendly reminder that I do not ship Maui and Moana! you can rb, but don't be weird about it)

Genuinely right off the bat I can't get over how loving Moana is described to be? She just loves others so much. She always describes Pua and HeiHei as her friends rather than her pets because of how much she cares about them!! it's so stupid cute that not only does she refer to Pua as her "loyal, adorable friend", but it's also implied that she handmade the little satchel he likes to ride in just for him. It eats me up inside!! She cares so much!!

The center island she's looking for is spelled as Motufetū!! I always love getting confirmation for these things, it makes things so much easier as a fic writer.

One of the souveniers she takes back with her alongside the broken pottery is a "massive clam". hello???? foreshadowing??? did everyone know about the giant clam guardian??

"For a man who had once forbidden her from going beyond the reef, he now spent quite a lot of time beyond it himself." AUUWHAAHHH THAT LINE KILLED ME WE LOVE TO SEE GROWTH FROM TRAUMA

"He loved her enthusiasm, but she seemed overexcited, and she was still his daughter, and he wanted to take care of her" MOANA!!! IS!!! SO LOVED!!!!

Loto's tool is called an adze! also she's apparently only 17?? two years younger than Moana?? not at all what I would've pegged her as, honestly

The storytelling tapestries are called siapos!!! more terminology!!!

"Her eyes darted to the image of Maui carved into the wall. She hadn't seen him since her return to Motunui, and she missed him. Not that she would admit it out loud" STRANGLING YOU STRANGLING YOU STRANGLING YOU

"Humans, were in fact, why he was here now, in this unknown realm of the gods looking at the pinkish white ball in front of him. At least, he thought that might be why he's here. These missions to benefit humans didn't always come with clear instructions" immediately followed by thinking about the trip to Te Fiti with Moana. What a dumbass <3 "I'm doing it for them and I don't know why? totally unrelated note haha that trip to Te Fiti with Moana was fun :)"

Never saw any of that journey coming, never could brute force his way through it, worth every second. Only considers getting the hook back as an afterthougt, ougghhhhhhh

Homeboy sucks at pretending that he doesn't care about Moana. He's talking to Matangi for all of two seconds and he's all "I'm a changed person! For um. no particular reason! It was definitely because of the thousand year isolation and nothing else whatsoever!"

There's no finite explanation for why Maui's there, but he credits Moana for making him a better person for being the reason. Something about breaking the curse? It's never made clear, even in the book.

Mini Maui selling him out for bullshitting about hating Moana is even funnier in the book, like Maui goes "yeah lol that girl was just a tool I uused to get my hook back" and Mini Maui starts pounding on him. Homeboy Moana can't even hear you and you're still mad at Maui for bullshitting, it kills me. Maui tries shooting him down. "Mini Maui wasn't convinced" has me in stitches

Maui's internal dialogue shifting to "oh wait, yeah, I wanted to surprise her with a visit. Oops." while he's tied up also has me in stitches. ffs, maui, get your priorities straight

"He refused to let Moana be hurt or threatened" I am on the floor

Every time Tui calls Moana "my dear" it adds ten years to my lifespan

The siapo of Maui in the storytelling fale is so lifelike that "it's as if he were about to jump off the fabric at any moment and start teasing her." that's so stupid cute!!!! also so stupid sad that she probably talks to it a lot hoping that it'll work someday. ough.

"Maui was having a bad day. Actually, he was having a lot of bad days"." feels like it was pulled right from a fic I would've written in 2018, I'm screaming

"I don't need her to save me...again" swallowing the earth as we speak

Curly still being the default nickname is also taking me out I need to be given financial compensation asap

There's a parallel that got lost in translation from page to movie, there's the bit where Moana's like "I'm sure Maui's off doing important demigod stuff, wherever he is", but there's also a bit of internal monologue where Maui's like "I hope Moana's faring better than I am, wherever she is" I'm gonna conk their heads together y'all need to communicate

The book directly mentions Moana and her crew passing Te Fiti. Did I miss that from the movie? Did they show Te Fiti, or is this a book-exclusive detail?

Their little Kakamora buddy has a name!! Kotu we don't deserve you. Also he's the Chief Kakamora's son! I just thought he was second in command. That's a whole baby

Maui knows who Pua is, somehow! He sees Pua waddling around and his first thought is "okay, this is weird, why do these people have Moana's pig with them?". Doesn't even remotely click that she could be with them. He's actually about to leave until HeiHei shows face and boy is he absolutely mortified. It eats me up inside. Instant shift of "goodbyeeeeee random humans I don't liiiike!!!" to oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, where is she????

Incredibly suspicious that Moana is the human that has all the gods talking. Something too about Maui having to force himself not to care about her. Did someone do a little too much bragging about his favorite human?

"I thought you'd be...more." okay a) I def think Maui's been overhyping her and b) haha More callback we love to see it

Also, Matangi's just a demigoddess! Not a goddess at all. interesting, interesting, interesting

Moana also sucks at priorities, one single mention of Maui and she instantly shifts to oh, oh my god, is he here? is he nearby? where is he?

Moana recognizes the Portal of the Gods as similar to the entrance to Lalotai...does that mean Lalotai is connected to the Realm of the Gods, in some way? are they the same place under a different name? also all :') that the dance she does to open the portal is specifically meant to be a copy of the haka that Maui did in the first movie.

You know, I think you need her just as much as she needs you. WHAT DOES IT MEAAAN? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM???? YOU NEED EACH OTHER??? WHY DO THE GODS KNOW?? WHY DO THE GODS KNOW????

The first thing Moana does when she's back on her canoe is look for Maui because she thinks he's gone 🥹 wants to go back and look for him until she realizes he's the reason she's dangling in the air. Did he stop her from falling off the canoe? ough, I'm deceased

I can't get over Moana assuming he just wants to catch up, they are both such chronic babblers.

"His expression was both happy and annoyed." I'm losing my shit.

"But yeah, it is good to see you again" 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹.

"The fire in the sky lead us to you" can we stop with the written in the stars stuff. can we stop. my poor heart can't take it. platonic soulmates fr. "maybe we're supposed to do this together." THE GODS KNOW!!!! THEY KNOW!!!

"Maui bit back a smile." kill me. kill me. i'm dead on the spot. kill me.

Ohhhhh, I always love seeing what they do in place of the songs and the replacement for "Can I Get a Chee-Hoo?" kills me most of all, I think. Maui still goes to sit with her, but when Moana starts talking about all the people she's gonna let down, he comes to a screeching halt when she mentions Simea.

"If anyone should be upset, it should be me. Since when do you have a sister?"

"You would've met her, if you ever came to visit me." OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!!! She's trying to tease him but there's a tinge of hurt in her voice, like she feels like he doesn't care enough about her to take the time for her!! You need her as much as she needs you!!!!!

"Three years is a blip to me, princess," says the liar who thought about her on a near-daily basis!!!!

"Empathy wasn't Maui's strong suit. But he seemed to be trying- for her. and that dulled the pain a little" i am in my grave. i am in my grave.

"Why are you even here?" -> "Because...because I've been low before, and I couldn't see my path. And someone came along who I underestimated and she lifted me up. Someone I don't want to underestimate herself right now." THROWING UP!!!!!

"Wow, you're the worst at this." -> "Maui pretended to look offended" conking their heads together as we speak they are so SWEET!!!!!

Maui giving her all the credit for being the one to defeat Nalo!!! not himself!!!! her!!!!!!!

"Maui said he was better for knowing her. That had to count for something" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

It still destroys me that Maui's entire priority is keeping Moana safe!!! He's not just diving in to fight, he keeps going back to make sure they're all safe!!! that's all that matters to him!!!

God their little exchanges are so stupid they're killing me. "Nalo doesn't care about you!" "Yes he does! I'm Maui!!" "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!" dumbasses <3

oooh he really doesn't want to separate, his eyes keep going back and forth between Moana and the monster storm :')

Okay. okay. okay. listen. there's a lot more to Maui's goodbye in the book than in the movie. In the book it's an apology. It's a rushed explanation on why he hadn't gone back to visit her prior. He lied about not having the time for her. All his time has been about and for her.

The reason I didn't visit...was 'cause you made me want to be better. You deserve the whole ocean...I wanted you to have it. Watch yourself out there. I could pull up millions of islands, but if you're not there to land on them, what's the point?

FOR!!!! HER!!!!! EVERYTHING!!!! IS!!!!! FOR!!!!! HER!!!!!

He hated leaving Moana and her crew behind,

He trusted her.

God, coud you imagine? First movie Maui, getting his hook destroyed? Those three words hold more power than anything. He trusted her. If anyone can do this it's her. He trusts her. He trusts her.

His thoughts kept drifting back to Moana. Nothing else matters!!! He could be all full of himself and think about how heroic he's being for The Humans (other) and all he's thinking about is his Favorite Human.

The thought of failing her pushed on him as the weight of the water grew heavy.

WHO WROTE THIS!!!! WHO READ OUR FANFICS!!!!! WHO KNEW!!!!!

His tattoos glowing with the power of the gods the first time he tries lifting Motufetū.....were there other gods that were helping him? are there gods who know?? Te Fiti if you're out there,,,,,,,,,

Moana rushing to protect Maui when lightning barely misses him the first time is.........destroying me?? taking me out??? imagine being protective over a demigod literally pulling an island out of the sea. imagine trying to take many hits for him. using her conch shell to call out to the storm to hit her instead? Maui yelling at her to Not do that? probably because it's breaking his own heart to watch?? ough.

"It went against every instinct, but Moana knew she had to listen to him." THAT'S ALSO GROWTH!!! KEEPING THEM BOTH SAFE BY NOT PUSHING HERSELF FROWARD!!!! GROWTH!!!!!

Maui getting hit by three strikes of lightning, and he uses what he thinks are his last dying moments to say goodbye to Moana. He locks eyes with her, gives her a sad smile, and yells Find your way, kid. Just to her. Just loud enough that she's the only one who can hear. and oh boy is this book brutal about that fourth and "fatal" lightning strike. It's strong enough to fry him. It launches him up so high in the air that Moana can't even see him

So, uh...fun fact! The reason Moana doesn't instantly dive in the water to go after him is because she thinks she's too late and that he's dead on impact. She doesn't even see him hit the water.

"Moana gasped as she felt her necklace pop open and her shell- Simea's shell- toppled out. Frantically,she reached for it, ignoring the danger around her. She couldn't lose that shell. She had already lost so much."

She thinks of everyone she loves when she's about to dive into the water and reach for Motufetū herself and Maui's among them right alongside her family. God. If there were ever a more indirect found family confirmation............

Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky and filtering through the water. Moana hoped that her crew was okay. That Maui had somehow survived. RIGHT!!! FROM!!!! THE FICS!!!! I SWEAR THIS IS PULLED RIGHT FROM THE OLD FICS!!!

His hook was missing, but he didn't care. He dove in after Moana. Hi, yes, 2018-era me is screaming out from inside me. She's clawing her way out of my chest. This is everything she's ever needed.

Fun fact part two! I don't remember how it was in the movie, but Maui watches Moana die too!! I think in the movie he just sees her still body on the surface of Motufetū, but in the book he dives under the water just a moment sooner and helplessly watches the lightning strike through her body. He watches her go still and sink towards the ocean floor :) Now they both have the trauma of watching each other die! :) :)

He tries desperately to catch her before she hits the floor but there are multiple instances of him being knocked back by a shockwave :') The gods sure have found his weakness!!!

He pushed through it. Nothing was stopping him from reaching Moana.

The grieving!!! The grieving is so fierce!!

Isn't it fun?? He practically has a burial ceremony for her! He catches her before her body hits the floor, and he places her gently on the surface of the island so she can fulfill her story! God! I'm unwell! He places Simea's little shell next to her body so Moana can be close to her sister one final time!

Then, kneeling next to her, he put his hand to his heart. It rested on the tattoo of Moana that had appeared after their last adventure. It had been his constant reminder in the three years since how strong a human could be. 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

It's just...he doesn't even realize the ocean is creating a dome around them! He's that grief-striken!!

The ocean knows them. It knows what they need. He calls it Moana's. Moana's ocean. aUGGHHHHHH.

Hey so all of that talk about Maui not allowing himself to let the gods know that Moana's his friend and then he's begging them. He's begging the gods and her (her? his? huamnity in general?) ancestors to save her because she deserves more than this. she deserves better. If any of the gods knew nothing of the two of them they sure as hell did now, ohhhhhh boy is that gonna screw him over later :')

So the book never explicitly states she's a demigoddess either! It very ominously states that She'll never be the same.

Moana gets to see her ancestors this time! I can't remember if she woke up before they disappeared in the movie, but when she wakes up her thought process goes wait, where am I? to oh, shit, MAUI?!?!? to TAUTAI VASA? TALA?? HELLO??? someone please invent therapy already she's gonna need it pretty desperately

god imagine if she thought maui was also dead?? she doesn't but ohhhh. ohhhhhh the angst potential of her thinking they're all there to see her off. god.

Shock and awe. That's all Moana can get out of Maui's expression when she catches him staring.

Mini Maui, the more accurate voice, is bawling his little eyes out when he sees that Moana's okay

Moana understands the implications instantly. and she knows that she's only alive now because Maui prayed for her

"Arching an eyebrow, she nodded over her shoulder. It was time they raised an island- togehter". SICK!!! TO!!! MY!!! STOMACH!!!

"She saw Maui, a familiar comfort in this uncharted territory" [AGGRESIVE TABLE SLAMMING] THAT'S FOUND FAMILY BAYBEEEEE

:') there's a big group hug with Moana's crew and Maui tries to wiggle his way to the center. That's almost shot for shot a scene from one of the first Moana fics I ever wrote back in December of 2017 :') turning into a little lizard and skittering into the center of the hug where Moana is because he wants a proper hug too :')

Okay so I definitely know for sure that when it says the villagers of Motunui are shocked Maui's there because they've heard so many stories about him that it's just the regular old legacy stories. but listen. let me be deluisional. it's because Moana always tells stories and Moana's like. known around the island as his best friend. so it's like!!! oh!!! there he is!!! Tautai Moana's best friend!!!! :')

He calls Simea Mini Moana!!!! weeping and sobbing

Simea's big brown eyes familiar. He Also calls Simea tugging on his ear Very Familiar. That's so stupid cute. I wonder if he ever visited when Moana was out voyaging and he ran into Simea if he'd be able to tell that she was her little sister? :') also hilarious because I'm sure it implies Moana told him Simea wanted to yell at him and he went "yeah okay that's fair"

(still lowkey sad Maui never gets included in the family hugs. Ohhhh if they ever found out what he did to save her they'd pull him straight in for sure)

MAUI STAYS!!! CONFIRMATION THAT HE STAYS!!!!

He stays long enough for things to calm down. He and Moana head out by themselves to help their little Kakamora buddy reunite with his family (cough cough)

Moana goes from "that kid" to his "dear friend." cherished. beloved. it's not even relelvant to the plot. He just smiles at her and goes "where to now?" and it's just. that's his dear friend!!! god!!!! so beloved!!! that feels like it holds even more weight than best friend!!!

god. god. I really gotta write a fic where they talk about watching each other die

good shit!!! gooood shit!!! I'm gonna be screaming about this forever. god.

[girlberrie]

                   no, she doesn’t know what she’s missing  ,  pjo dr  .

                  May, 2006.

                 Anäis

  Watching Percy Jackson is the most boring thing ever.

Yes, it is quite rude of me to just talk about him like this, but come on. You’re a demigod! You must have something going on… right? Yeah. Not with this kiddo. Its not his fault, of course, because he doesn’t know my mission here, and I would rather he didn’t know. Chiron was already hesitant to let me come to Yancy with Grover, it wouldn’t do so well to fuck it up immediately because I caught Percy Jackson's attention. But… I didn’t think watching Percy Jackson on a mission genuinely just meant watching him… I thought there would be more action involved. I usually have a more hands on approach to these kinds of things… literally. And Chiron made it seem like a big deal!

Which is funny now, because this scrawny ass kid really doesn’t seem like much at all right now. He’s got a pretty pathetic life going for him… which is not his fault! But it is dreadfully boring. I was climbing lava walls and punching Clarisse’s death spear out from her hands and having one-sided conversations with pegasi only a couple months ago. Now I am back in mathematics class. So I know Percy Jackson is definitely not having the time of his life. No. He needs a bit of a nudge to have some more excitement in his life. Or maybe a shove………

Hey, I’m not the bad guy for wanting the guy to have some more fun, alright? He looks like he needs a good run… running away from monsters. You never know! Mortal danger might cause his life to flourish!

Anyway. I’ve been watching Percy Jackson since winter break ended. I’ve been lurking. Because that is all that I’m allowed to do. Its definitely creepy. I hope he hasn’t noticed. I’ve been told my staring usually feels like I am dissecting all of your childhood trauma without even saying a hello. Wouldn’t want the brand new addition to camp to feel like I’ve figured him all out… yet.

Because I have (I think?). In fact, let me tell you.

Here is all that is going on in Percy Jackson’s miserable, ignorant little life:

Number 1: He is best friends with Grover. Its very sweet, the way they’ve become attached. Its not surprising, the goat dude is ridiculously easy to befriend. It may be the (and I say with the utmost kindness and respect) cute patheticness he displays, with the endearing clumsiness and the flushing-to-his-ears when he hears the smallest compliment. Both Grover and Percy Jackson are so similar if you drew a Venn diagram of their personalities there would only be the intersection part. A dam(n) circle. Though I think Percy Jackson may be a bit confused with all of the quizzing Grover has done about greek monsters, but he’ll know soon enough that its for the sake of his survival.

Number 2: He has the most mindfuckingly annoying bully. (EHEM. Nancy Bobofit). I suspected she was a monster disguised as a snotty ginger thirteen year old before I realized that’s just how she is. I am genuinely relieved that I don’t have to deal with her. She might be the worst thing I’ve come across, and I’ve come across angry gods, angry monsters, and Mr. D crying because he misses getting drunk (Note: this means Nancy Bobofit may actually come from the depths of Tartarus. And that’s a really bad thing). I don’t understand how Nancy Bobofit and Percy Jackson got into this much beef in the first place, which is the only bad part of not watching Percy Jackson since the start of the school year. Maybe they’ve been transferring schools every year and keep tumbling onto each other, which has ended up in a rather hostile relationship between the two. Maybe its generational family feud. Maybe she really is a monster and the mist is being an asshole about it to me specifically. Who the fuck knows?

Number 3: He can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. I thought it was really sad that he kept getting into trouble all the time. I pitied him, to be frank with you. And then I started taking Latin with Percy Jackson and I realized. No. No, this boy has a death wish. He can’t help it. Its like whenever there is a chance of getting into trouble, he is put in a cartoonish fist fight in his brain against his very logical self that wants to stay the fuck silent and the illogical Percy Jackson wins by completely demolishing logical Percy Jackson each time. At least its incredibly entertaining to watch from the sidelines. I can’t imagine being the person that actually gives a damn about this kid. It would take decades off of my life, just seeing him get that flinty look in his eye before opening his big mouth to get himself into big trouble.

And that’s it. Its pretty sad that all he has going for him is one (1) friend, one (1) bully, and a knack of talking himself into trouble rather than out of it. I’m annoyed by it. I want to know more about him but there is literally nothing else to know, it seems.

Oh, and he is very good at opening water bottles. Grover told me he dislikes plastic ones. Its admirable of him to be environmentally conscious, I guess.

Grover must be having a field day with him.

I certainly am not.

This last week I intensified my lurking by 47% because I yearn to know more… I know I said I believe he has a miserable, pathetic, and ignorant life but there is something more to him. I really don’t want to say it this way, but his eyes shine. And they’re blue as fuck, so they shine shine. And Grover said he smells like the sea breeze, which simultaneously rings very loud alarms in my head and intrigues me a shit ton.

Grover also told me to take the staring down a notch, because I am “scaring him”. Ha

                    Percy

  Anäis Anestis keeps staring at me and its pissing me off now. Like can she not? She stares and she doesn’t talk to me. Does she think I don’t know who she is? Oooohhh, because I do. Its difficult to not know a person named fucking Anäis Anestis. What is this, a high fantasy book?

Well, I don’t actually know her. More like know of her. People keep talking about her, but she doesn’t seem to notice (how nice). Or she does but pays them no mind, which is honestly impressive, because they talk a lot. She just has this presence that sets me on edge. The first time she walked into the Latin classroom I actually got chills, and I wasn’t even looking at her. (Not that I would’ve gotten chills if I had looked at her… I don’t mean it that way. She’s not all that. Maybe she could be when she grows up, but its not like I’ll stay at this school long enough to witness that).

And the presence thing (which I will dub the evil aura from now on) only gets worse when she stares. Its overwhelming, and not in a nice way. Its like I can feel her stare crawling on my skin. I first thought she was a mind reader that was unfacing all of my locked up childhood trauma. And then I realized that her eyes are a dark purple under sunlight and the first thought went flying away and I spent the entire week confused. Who has purple eyes? Who the fuck is this girl?

I would be flattered that the girl with purple eyes that is the talk of the entire school spends all of our shared classes staring at me like she is Superman with his x-ray vision (And isn’t that a disturbing thought) but I am spending most of my energy on being concerned for myself. What if she is a psychopathic murderer? Ugh. She should just kill me now if she is.

I just don’t get what is so interesting. Grover is being weirdly tight-lipped about it too, which has me extra concerned for myself because I think they know each other. I saw them talking in a dark corner after a hellish P.E. class once.

And I think Anäis Anestis saw me see them because she caught my eyes after Grover left in a rush and smiled evilly. The evil aura came crushing down on me hard after that, which actually confirms that she is some villainous mastermind to me. You heard it. Its decided now. And you wouldn’t call me deluded for thinking it if you had to experience the terror of yawning in class and accidentally locking eyes with Anäis Anestis and then feeling the damned. evil. aura.

So basically, Anäis Anestis is scary. And evil. And not in the way Ms. Devil-Spawn-Bobofit is. No, Nancy Bobofit is a bully, straight up. She’s annoying. She will get humbled in high school.

Anäis Anestis? She has gained the attention of all the pretentious dummies that go to Yancy within three months. She parades around alone with at least three girls trying to catch up to her during recess. She never sits alone at lunch. Someone always loudly offers to go watch some silly movie at the cinema over the weekend (Which she always declines. Probably to have more time staring daggers at the back of my head, I guess). But…. she seems incredibly bored all the time too. Like she is meant to do something greater than solve nightmarish algebra problems and learn how to say “Where is the library?” in Spanish. She seems incredibly bored by the people that can’t seem to leave her alone. Anäis Anestis isn’t a bully. She just has an evil aura. And evil purple eyes.

You tell me who is more scary. Nancy Bobofit the I-will-peak-in-middle-school bully? Or Anäis Anestis the charming antisocial girl that stares at me and has an evil aura that keeps me on my fucking toes?

Even worse, she is staring at me a whole lot more this past week. I wonder how much staring she will do when we go to the MET field trip with Mr. Brunner tomorrow. Maybe I could corner her and figure out what has her so interested in me. It will be the prime time for it too, because the annoying boot-licking kids that always seem to have her surrounded won’t be going on the field trip. OK. Plan is decided on. I will confront Ms. Evil Aura tomorrow. I may just pull it off if I am not too put off by her staring.

Maybe I should pray that she will get distracted by the magnificent buttocks of Mr. Apollo.

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I don’t know what this is. Baby!PercyxAnäis !!!!!!!! We were just shading each other all the time during the first summer together plsjgşoıksrflcjkahejxo<sgjşdskfk <3333333 I love us. Anyway hope you enjoyed reading because I enjoyed writing.

PS: PLSPLSPLS send asks about this dr I love it so damn much. ok that’s all!!

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So! A thought that's been stuck in my head with your SI-OC series is "What if they took being made a Wife seriously?"

Like, wouldn't it calm Binghe down a bit if he had one of his wives hanging on his arm telling him "[X action] will make [Y wife] sad/happy".

Now there's a thought >.>

Someone working off modern "how to make a marriage work" play sheet instead of ancient Chinese? Far more "spend time together, share interests, bids of affection, open communication" etc?

Trying to treat the harem as a polycule. It would have to be early on. Before he got too disillusioned and the harem grew too large... but? It would be doable?

Like? Before the fall of the Sects, the realms merge. When he's still a raw wound of a man. After he's dropped his Seduction Mask. Hunt over, you've seen the ugly in him, he's started ignoring you for the next hit of dopamine he's so desperately chasing.

Do you still love him? Or do you get offended. Pout. Upset that you're not the center of his universe anymore?

Wife-Oc? Would have to treat him like the heavily abused animal he acts like. Not LESS then human, mind you, but something wary of them. Would need to be very, very patient. In the face of a man who's brain chemistry is not only deeply fucked up? But who's actively suffering under the effects of a legendary cursed sword.

He's NOT okay.

Trying to control him? Get things from him? Will only feed into his "they don't REALLY love me. They're using me." Complexe.

What he needs? Is consistency. Boundaries and positive reinforcement. Support and affection. Someone making HIM meals. Soft, platonic touch. Genuine interest in his day. Someone who both remembers and avoids his triggers.

(Maybe someone who researchs OTHER Legendary blades. Non-cursed varieties.)

It would build. Slowly, then all at once. First she'd just... be there. One of the wives. Bit more persistent the usual, but maybe she's just needy? Wants to gain his favor? Only... no. She's getting along with his other wives. Respecting his boundaries. Remembering what he does and doesn't like. Being... kind to him.

There are "welcome backs". Ones that don't flaunt bits of neckline or hints of curve. Just... warm smiles. Hugs. There are meals that match his mood. Medicine sent when he's hurt, even though most people think he doesn't need it. Offers to brush his hair. Talk about his day. Do things he's interested in. None of them an excuse for sex.

He is treated softly. With kindness.

When was the last time THAT happened?

Obsession quickly follows. Of course it does. He is not well. Sealed as a kid, cursed during the most traumatic event of his life, has his demonic blood EVER had a chance to settle? Yes, there is good in him. But he is both ill and unspeakably powerful.

It would be her life's mission to get rid of that damn sword.

Xin Mo is driving him insane. Killing him with ten thousand little cuts to the soul.

It would grow like a cancer, Xin Mo's influence. Dispite the United forces of the Wives trying to push it back. Not enough of them would truely care. There would be divisions, within the harem. Those that care about Binghe and those that are using him, in his mind altered state.

The Loyal wives? Would probably conspire? To free the one person who could Get Rid Of That Damn Sword. Their honored father in law. Tianlang-jun. Especially? Since the old Palace Master is a CREEP and they don't like how he stares at their husband. Wasn't even hard, to find out what the fucker did to their poor, honorable, deceased First-Mother-In-Law Su Xiyan. (The absolute BASTARD)

So like... a squad of ladies rolling up on Tianlang-jun? Huh... not his birthday, but he'll take it.

Oh? *gets an exposition dump* ......Oh?

You don't say.

So now Father-in-law's free. And pissed. Old fucker is soon to be VERY dead. And Father-in-law has agreed to, in the grand Demon Tradition, kick his son's ass. Lovingly. Then steal his Cursed as fuck sword and break it into itty bitty pieces. Maybe scold him a bit. Be a general asshole. You know, as one does.

He certainly can't be assed to take back the throne. It was tedious as FUCK.

So you do it, Jr. Your problem now~! But! Dear ol daddy's here to beat some sense into you~☆ then eat your food and laze about. It's what your mother would have wanted. (Lies. She would have done the beating her self. Then dragged him out by the ear. But let him have this. He's lonely.)

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay @hdgnj

[ai-megurine]

The Gorge (2025) reaction.

Levi looks like a comedian from my country (Pierre Thevenoux), so it's hard to take him seriously ngl

Why didn't Anya speak Lithuanian too? (Is it the correct language? Someone correct me if I'm wrong)

Yeah JD is going to die

Isn't changing snipers every year costly?

Ain't no way you're getting tomatoes in October with that weather. Most unrealistic part of the movie so far

My guy spent three seconds checking Anya out, relatable. Love that she FELT him watch her, that's some nice instinct

Oh, good representation of PTSD and how it takes several seconds for people to snap out of it when they're having a nightmare

ARGH glass in the foot???? Nope nope nope

He really went back to checking out Anya, my man

Oh so Anya CAN speak Lithuanian since she's singing happy birthday to herself. Makes the earlier scene goofier

HAHAHA the way she shot to get his attention

How come her hair still look so good that after two/three months in this place??? Unrealistic

Her mimics are so funny

The OG long distance relationship

They're so cute

The "OH IT'S ON" face

Oof love how it went back to being a monster movie in an instant and how they both stand on BUSINESS

Oh GOD they're on her side too

Maybe take two seconds to grab a rifle????

Damn that scene was neat

Realistic-ish wounds

HAHAHAHA she's so funny

The Sci-Fi tech looks neat imo. It's grounded and not all powerful

The FUCK is this???

He made a Christmas tree!!!

"Merry Christmas Drasa" 🥹

Hahahaha they're so cute

The chess game has to be a reference to the Queen's Gambit

Okay that overall montage is genuinely good. That's how you make a relationship building montage

Oh no her daddy is dead :(((

I wish he could be there to hug you too

OH MY GOD IS HE GOING ON A POTENTIALLY SUICIDE MISSION JUST TO GO HUG HER?????

My man. That's the power of love

MY QUEEN

Smooth my dude. He really shaved and went to get flowers. Insane.

OH HE'S IN LOVE

Hitting on each by talking about their kill shot records, incredible

They're really horny lmfao. And in love

EWWWWWWWWWWWW NONONONONONO WHAT IS THIS BURN IT WITH HELLFIRE

IT'S GETTING WORSE NOPE NOPE NOPE

Power couple!!!

Oh the cavalry that was talked about by JD!!! Are we gonna see him too?

Babe did you try to outrun a mutant HORSE???

Still a power couple tho

EW that place is terrifying. Love the design, very creepy and eerie

Love how they're methodical in their investigation and keep and their cool. You see the training/years of experience

Ooof the CHURCH design!!! Very hell on earth. Good for a visual representation of trauma

CYANIDE CAN SURVIVE THIS LONG???? Pressing X on that

Something is moving in the background and I hate it

"This place is evil" This place is badly protected

EWWWWWWWWWW

Oh those things don't like each other

Those films would NOT have survived this long lmfao

My dudes you cannot be shocked it was super soldiers

AWWWWWWWWWWWW, forehead touch. I love this. Very soft. I'm glad it wasn't a forced "I love you"

You left your GEAR PACK unprotected????????

Those things hunt/etc? I thought they survived on... Whatever

Drasa instinctively screaming in Lithuanian is good

We love a girlboss saving herself

Oooh setting it on fire good idea

EWWWWWWWWWWWW

BURN EVERYTHING PLEASE

So you HAD a grenade???

The screams are very sad. Poor people.

Yeah that Jeep is NOT working no matter what you do

WAIT THEY'RE LIFTING THE JEEP ALL THE WAY UP???? Peak cinema

Oh wait that's more of a tank than a Jeep. Still peak cinema

Yeah that leg is broken

I would've kept the axe

OH SHE MADE THE SHOT IN YEMEN

She gave him a reason a to live again I –

Now that's an "I love you" that's worth it

Sigourney Waever is such a bitch but a charismatic bitch and I love her

LMFAO there was a webcam on the computer. Can't believe they would've been saved by some tape

The drones are not bulletproof???? My brother in Christ did they order them on Wish?

Love the two seconds silence between the moment they shoot and the moment everything blows up

HAHAHAHA IN YOUR FACE BITCH

Damn the explosion looks great

Èze actually exists!

Their reunion is so cute!!!

Also Drasa is definitely dressed like a Frenchwoman. Levi isn't however. My man must be SWEATING dressed like that. This is April in the south of France

The tomatoes are still the most unrealistic part of the movie

Side note:

Drasa is such a good character. She's physically strong, trained and everything but she's also emotionally intelligent and vulnerable. That's how you write a strong female character without making her an archetype of the emotionless Eastern european spy. She could've 100% been a male character and it would work perfectly

Same with Levi! Sure he's physically stronger than Drasa but it's not thrown in our face. He could've been a woman and it would still work