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Against All Odds | Part II

An arranged marriage with the duke's illegitimate son!bucky.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)

Words: 6.4k++

Pairing: duke's illegitimate son!bucky x noble!female!reader

Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, sprinkles of fluff, death, blood, violence, a truck load of angst, heartbreak, and honestly… just raw pain. so, i'd say grab a box of tissue or a shoulder to cry on, just in case.

A/N: i am sorry for what is about to happen in this chapter. but, please know that I love you. and oh, did i mention that release date is based on my local time zone (UTC+08:00)? anyway, I hope you enjoy your time.

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Y/N was stirred awake from her dreamless sleep by none other than the restless movements on the shared bed. Blinking her eyes open, the dim light from the moon intruded her sight; her blurry vision glanced across the room, the light casted a pale glow on the surface. On her side, Bucky was tossing and turning; his face contorted in utter distress. His muscular body was taut, sweat glistening on his skin. His breaths came in harsh, uneven gasps, and his hands clutched on the sheets as if he were holding on for dear life.

“Please, no, please,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with desperation. Y/N’s heart ached at the sight of him in such torment. Reaching out, her hands gently touching his arm. His skin was clammy and hot, his muscles twitched under her fingertips. She could feel the frantic pulse under his skin, the erratic rhythm mirroring the chaos in his mind.

“Bucky,” she called softly, her voice laced with concern. “Bucky, wake up.” She sat up and leaned over him. Her hand moving to his sweaty scalp; caressing through his hair, gentle and soothing. “It’s okay, Bucky. You’re okay. Please, open your eyes.”

Bucky’s body jerked as he jolted awake causing his wife to startle at his sudden movement. His eyes wide and unfocused as the salty tears spilled from the corners. His haunted gaze stared into the void, his chest heaving, body shivering. He seemed disoriented, his heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out the world around him. Y/N’s voice, however, managed to pierce through the ringing in his ears.

Her words were like a lifeline, a beacon in the darkness of his mind. Each gentle whisper seemed to pull him further from the grip of his nightmare, grounding him back in the reality where he was safe and loved. She repeated his name, each utterance calm and reassuring, hoping to anchor him to the present. “Bucky?”, her tone soft; filled with worry.

He blinked, finally able to see her. “Y/N?” His voice sounded small and broken compared to his large and seemingly powerful build. It was a voice filled with vulnerability, a voice that seemed almost alien coming from someone who is usually so strong. His eyes, typically so steely and determined, were now wide and clouded with fear and confusion; lingered with trails of terror from whatever it was he saw behind his closed eyes.

It pained her to see him like this, reduced to a shadow of the man she knew. The dissonance between his imposing physique and the fragility in his voice was contradicting, making her heart ache for him even more. “Yes, Bucky. It’s me,” she replied gently, her hands delicately traced his clenched fists; drawing meaningless circles around his knuckles.

For a moment, he simply stared at her, as if he couldn’t believe she was real; sitting so close for him touch. Her bare skin glistened underneath the moonlight. The soft pink of her cheeks and lips, the bright gleam of her eyes; it made her look ethereal, almost otherworldly. An epitome of warmth and light; she looked so… alive.

Within seconds, without warning, Bucky’s body surged forward, engulfing her in a fierce embrace. “Y/N…” he murmured, his voice trembling as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His body shaking with silent sobs. She could feel his breath, hot and ragged against her skin, each exhale filled with a depth of emotion that he rarely displayed.

She held him tightly, her hands running soothingly up and down his back. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m here, Bucky.” Her heart ached for him, for the pain that he was obviously carrying alone. Her thoughts raced, wondering what kind of demons were haunting his dreams, what kind of pain he was enduring. She felt a fierce protectiveness grew within her, a desperate need to comfort and shield him from whatever it was that tormented him. Each sob that wracked his body seemed to pierce her own heart, deepening her resolve to be his strength.

Bucky’s body trembled with suppressed sobs, as she continued to stroke his hair, whispering soothing words until his breathing began to steady and his tears slowed. She could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, his muscles relaxing under her touch.

Her whispers were a constant reassurance, a reminder that he was not alone, that she was there. Each stroke of her hand, each soft word, was a promise of her unwavering support and love. She could feel him clinging to her, as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

As Bucky reluctantly pulled away from her arms, she looked up at his broken state; noting the redness in his eyes and nose, the tear stains on his scruffy cheeks, “What’s wrong, my love?” she asked softly, wiping away the remaining tears flowing. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were filled with determination.

It had been a few months into their marriage, and the seasons had changed since Y/N had first arrived at Bucky’s mansion. The cold, snowy landscape of winter had gradually given way to the bloom of spring, and with it, the promise of new beginnings.

In those early days, Y/N’s feelings for Bucky had been built on a foundation of simple trust. As his wife, she had expected to offer support and loyalty, and in return, she hoped for a stable companionship. Yet, it didn't take long for those initial feelings to deepen into something far more profound.

She had been drawn to his warmth and the vulnerability he rarely showed to others. It was in the quiet moments, when they were alone, that she began to see a different side of him. Far from the heinous rumours people blatantly consume; a side that was not just a fierce protector, but also a man capable of deep affection.

Yet, amidst the beauty of their budding romance, one thing had remained constant: Bucky's nightmares. They were not as frequent as they had been at the start, but they were consistent, recurring often enough to disrupt their otherwise peaceful nights.

Y/N had grown accustomed to waking in the middle of the night to find him thrashing in his sleep, his brow furrowed in anxiety, his breaths sounding fractured, his skin sticky with sweat. However, she had never seen him like this; tears freely fell from his eyes, looking so fragile and broken. It was both heart-wrenching and humbling to witness. She worried about him, about the torment he seemed to carry within him. She longed to understand the source of his pain, to be his support system even for a little bit.

She continued to gently probe him to tell her the truth; to share his darkness only for him to shake his head, tears filling up yet again as he unwilling to put his pain into words. Instead of speaking out, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his lips conveying a need that went beyond physical desire. His hands caressed her bare skin, tender and fervent, as if seeking solace in her touch. Each kiss was a wordless plea, a desperate attempt to find comfort and reassurance in the only way he knew how. His touch conveyed an urgent need, a gentle exploration that spoke of his love and longing for her. The desperation in his kiss was clearly evident, a tangible manifestation of the torment he was trying to escape.

Y/N responded with equal tenderness, understanding that this moment was about comfort and connection, not lust. She understood that he needed this, and though she longed to know what was haunting him and hoped to share his burden, however, she respected his silence. It was his story to tell after all, so for now she’ll let him hold her. To have their bodies entwined the way he wanted; to let him have the relief he so hopelessly craved for.

Bucky’s love was passionate yet filled with love that she felt tears pricking at her own eyes. She sensed the depth of his emotions; in each thrust into her heat, in every trembling whisper of “i love you”s, every drop of his warmth spilling into her. She could feel the weight of his sorrow, the intensity of his need for her. Her heart swelled with deep affection, her own tears mixing with his as they clung to each other. She wanted to take away his pain, to be his sanctuary in this moment of vulnerability.

Y/N sat in the sunlit parlour, the soft rays of the morning sun casting a golden hue over the elegant room. Her fingers traced the delicate patterns on her teacup, her thoughts drifting as she absently stirred her tea. Across from her, Wanda sipped her tea with a relaxed smile, her demeanour calm and inviting. Despite the serene setting, Y/N’s mind was occupied with the troubling events of the previous night.

Wanda’s eyes, sharp and perceptive, caught the distant look on Y/N’s face. She tilted her head slightly, her tone teasing yet concerned. “What’s on your mind, Y/N? Has Bucky been bullying you again?” The playful tone was intended to lighten the mood, but Y/N’s thoughts were remained dark.

A soft laugh escaped Y/N’s lips, and she shook her head, a genuine smile breaking through her thoughtful expression. “No, far from it. Bucky has always been a sweetheart, you know that.” she replied, her voice warm with fondness as her thoughts wandered back to her husband.

Wanda scoffed softly, “If making you walk weird every morning is not bullying to you, I don’t know what is.” She was quick with her wit of banter. Y/N shook her head as her cheeks glowed with a pinkish shade. Her memories meandered to the time when she had first settled into their new home in the northern region.

The shift from the bustling capital to this colder, more serene landscape had been a significant change, but one she embraced with open arms. It was the beginning of winter, and the snow painted the landscape in a pristine blanket of white. The gentle snowflakes drifted down, and beneath the thin layer of snow, resilient flowers continued to bloom. The contrast was beautiful and invigorating; a sense of peace and tranquillity engulfed her.

She remembered her first days in the sprawling mansion, its grandeur both overwhelming and exhilarating. The staff members, a group of dedicated and welcoming individuals, had eagerly guided her through her new responsibilities as the lady of the mansion. Mrs. Lane, the head maid, had taken special care in introducing Y/N to the intricacies of managing such a vast estate. From the daily routines to the ceremonial duties, Mrs. Lane’s patience and kindness made Y/N’s transition smoother. She recalled the staff’s warm demeanour, their smiles and nods of approval as they showed her the ropes, their hospitality making her feel right at home.

Bucky, too, had been noticeably livelier since she had arrived. The maids, even the knights, frequently mentioned how their lord seemed more cheerful in the days when she was around. Y/N took pride in their acknowledgement, feeling that her presence had brought a positive change to their household fluttered her heart. The compliments and the warmth from those around her were affirmations that she was settling in well and that her husband was happy.

And then there was that one particular evening, as she and Bucky walked through their garden. The sun was setting behind them, the air was crisp, and the snow-covered grounds sparkled in the last remaining light of the winter sun. As they strolled hand in hand, Bucky’s touch was the source of relief against the chill of the season. He led her to a secluded spot under a snow-laden tree, a favourite place of hers that had become a sanctuary for quiet moments. There, he presented her with a small, intricately wrapped box. Its paper adorned with delicate patterns that caught the fading light.

Y/N’s heart fluttered with anticipation as she carefully unwrapped the box. Inside lay a pen, and as soon as her eyes fell upon it, she recognized it instantly. The pen was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, unlike anything she had ever seen. Its barrel was made of a rare, silvery metal that seemed to shimmer with its own light, reflecting a rainbow of hues with each movement. Intricate patterns were etched into the surface, forming an elegant design that was both enchanting and sophisticated. The cap of the pen was adorned with a small, iridescent gemstone that captured and held the light, casting a soft, magical glow.

Her eyes widened in recognition and delight. “Is this…,” she breathed, her voice filled with awe and disbelief. “I.. I never imagined I’d actually own one.”

Her fingers traced the elegant curves of the pen; heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and wonder. The pen was more than just a beautiful object; it was a tool of her craft. Its smooth, balanced design promised an effortless writing experience, and the magical quality of the pen added a touch of enchantment to her translations and writings. It was an instrument that would transform her passion for ancient languages into something even more special. The rare, magical properties of the pen would make her translations come alive, imbuing her work with a subtle, otherworldly grace.

Bucky smiled, his eyes brighten with a blend of affection and a knowing gaze as he recognized the sparkle in her eyes, “I’m glad you like it,” he said, his tone was gentle.

Her curiosity piqued as she asked, “How did you know?”, her voice a mixture of wonder and intrigue. “I never told you about this pen before.” Y/N's mind raced as she tried to recall if she had ever mentioned it in passing or left any clues that Bucky could have picked up on. She couldn't think of a single instance. This pen had been a private dream of hers, a wish she had never shared with anyone.

Bucky’s smile was warm, though his eyes carried a hint of enigmatic depth. He took her hand and wrapped it around his arm. “Maybe I’ve been paying attention,” he said with a hint of playful mystery. “Or maybe I just know you better than you think.”

There was a depth in his eyes, a flicker of something significant that Y/N couldn’t quite place; an intensity that suggested an understanding beyond the ordinary. It was as if somehow he managed to delve into her innermost thoughts and desires, uncovering a secret she had kept even from herself. The pen, though exquisitely beautiful, seemed to hold an unspoken meaning; a connection that went beyond the surface.

Y/N’s heart swelled with emotion as she gazed at Bucky, realising just how much he meant to her. His gift was not just a luxury; it was a symbol of their growing intimacy. It was a reminder that Bucky had been attentive; that he had taken the time to understand and appreciate her in ways she had never imagined. Their relationship had started with hesitancy and uncertainty, a tentative dance around each other’s flaws and reputation. Now over time, he had become her rock, her constant companion, and the person she loved more deeply than she ever thought possible.

As her focus returned to the present, Wanda’s voice cut through Y/N’s reflections. “Then what’s bothering you?” Wanda asked, her tone shifting to a more serious note.

Y/N's thoughts then drifted to the moment she met Wanda.

It had been an unexpected yet delightful encounter, filled with a sense of destiny. Wanda was a powerful witch from the magic tower, renowned for her skills and wisdom. Despite her young age, she was considered a prodigy, the youngest ever to hold such a prestigious position.

She had met Wanda through Bucky, and their bond had been immediate. Both women shared a deep fascination with ancient languages, and their mutual interest had led to a close friendship. They spent countless hours together, deciphering old grimoires and delving into the intricacies of forgotten tongues.

Though they had only recently come together, Y/N felt an odd sense of familiarity with Wanda, as if their connection had roots extending beyond the present. It was a rare and cherished connection for Y/N, one that made her feel even more at home in her new life.

“Y/N,” Wanda said, her voice firmer this time, “Snap out of it. I’m serious. What’s troubling you?”

She set her teacup down, her expression growing solemn. “Bucky has been having nightmares,” she began, her voice tinged with worry. She recounted the restless nights, the desperation in Bucky’s voice, and how he had clung to her, unable to let go.

Wanda listened intently, her silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. there was sense that she knew more than she was letting on, but Wanda’s demeanour remained calm and collected. “Maybe it’s just the memories from the war taking their toll,” Wanda suggested softly, though her eyes harbouring a deeper understanding.

Y/N’s heart ached at the thought. Maybe it was; maybe it was just the souls he had slain coming back to haunt him; but something in her guts says otherwise. She could sense that this wasn’t just a recurrence of old wounds. Because sometimes, when Bucky awoke from these terrors, she could hear him muttering her name, his voice barely above a whisper; laced with despair. And then it always ended up with Bucky burying his cock deep inside her as he held her close for the rest of the night, clinging to her as if she were his anchor in a storm.

She continued to explain things that did not add up to Wanda’s theory, “And each time these nightmares haunt him, he ends up…” she hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “...ho-holding me for the rest of the night; refusing to let me go,” she explained, her voice threaded with genuine frustration and concern. It was as though his need to hold her was an instinctive response to stave off the terror that plagued his dreams.

Wanda’s eyes twinkled with a hint of playful exasperation. “Oh so you’re bragging to me now? That your husband loves you so much he won’t let you leave the bed?” Her comment, though seemingly light-hearted, carried an undercurrent of truth. In hindsight, it simply might have sounded like jealousy from an unmarried woman but especially to Y/N, who failed to see Wanda’s words as more than just playful teasing , the hidden meaning went unnoticed.

Her cheeks tingled with a deep blush; her laugh was a sound of an underlying embarrassment. “No, it’s not like that!” she protested flusteredly.

Wanda’s laughter was light and carefree, hiding the subtle shift in the atmosphere. “Well, it certainly sounds like it. But seriously, if Bucky’s having nightmares, it’s probably remnant of what he had gone through in the wars he fought. Men like him carry those scars deeply,” Wanda said, her voice softening with a note of empathy.

As they continued to enjoy their tea, Y/N tried to shake off the lingering unease. Wanda’s teasing and their shared laughter provided a temporary respite from her worries. But as she looked at her friend, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Bucky’s nightmares than the memories of the war. For now, though, she let Wanda’s playful banter and their camaraderie soothe her, even if only for a little while.

Bucky stood in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of a nearby lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The air was thick as the cold of the night mingled with the lack of warmth in his eyes. On a heavy wooden table in front of him lay a collection of weapons, each one meticulously arranged in a precise order. The blades, all different in shape and size, gleamed menacingly in the dull light, their sharp edges catching the faint glint of the lamp’s glow.

Carefully inspecting the weapons in front of him, his fingers running over the smooth steel with a precision that bordered on obsession. He picked up a particularly long and slender dagger. And as he turned the blade in his hand, the metal caught the light and cast a cold, eerie reflection of his face. It was a haunting image; his eyes, usually a clear, expressive blue, were now shadowed and distant, their depths hollow and impenetrable. There was a deadness to them that spoke of countless battles fought and horrors witnessed. His face was a mask of stoicism, but beneath the surface, there was a storm raging, a maelstrom of past regrets and unresolved anger.

Bucky’s grip around the handle was tight, his knuckles white with the intensity of his hold. The veins in his hands stood out prominently, a stark contrast to the smooth, polished steel of the weapon. Each knife was a reminder of the skills he had honed, the battles he had fought, and the assassinations he had carried out.

He moved to another knife, a small throwing blade with a wickedly sharp edge, he tested its balance with a practised flick of his wrist. The blade spun through the air with a deadly precision before landing with a soft thud into a luxurious painting hung against the wall. His eyes followed its path, and for a moment, a flicker of anger flashed across his face.

Wanda observed him with a mix of respect and concern. The light-hearted air that usually surrounded her had vanished, replaced by a more sombre and serious demeanour. She approached quietly, her footsteps barely making a sound on the floor. As she neared, her voice broke the oppressive silence. “Everything’s ready for the mission,” she said, her tone was devoid of the usual playfulness. Her words were carefully measured and the gravity of the situation reflected in her gaze.

Suddenly, a figure materialised from the shadows, revealing itself with a slight shimmer. Wanda had been there all along, invisible, her presence unnoticed until now. She stepped into view with a wry smile as she glanced at the knife that had embedded itself dangerously close to her. “Whoa, didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that,” she said, her tone a mix of surprise and light-heartedness.

The room was silent for a while, only the faint sounds of Bucky’s movements carried through. He was deeply engrossed in his fortitude, his concentration absolute, a far stretch to the gentle, affectionate man he was whenever Y/N's near. In this moment, Bucky was a figure of intense focus and grim determination. His silence was punctuated only by the clatter of knives and the soft hiss of steel slicing through the air as he continued to hone his weapons.

Bucky didn’t look up, his hands moving with grace as he continued to arrange his arsenal. “I’m almost finished,” he replied tersely, his voice betraying no hint of emotion. His focus was unwavering, his mind wholly consumed by the mission that lay ahead. The weight of his resolve was palpable, filling the room with an air of silenced tension.

Wanda’s expression softened slightly as she watched him. She understood the depth of his commitment and the toll it took on him. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know?,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a note of gentle concern.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, suddenly remembering the brutal betrayal that had led him to this predicament in the first place. The memory of the past; that fateful decision and the ancient magic that brought him back to this very moment, surged through his mind.

The night was alive with chaos as Bucky rode with frantic urgency, the pounding of hooves on the snow-covered ground mingling with the roar of a storm that mirrored the tempest in his heart. His breath came in sharp, visible gasps as he urged his horse to greater speeds, each beat of its powerful legs seeming to push him closer to the nightmare he feared. The familiar landscape of his northern estate was barely visible through the blizzard, the swirling snowflakes obscuring his vision and adding to the mounting dread.

His mind raced, his thoughts a blur of fear and desperation. “No, please, no,” he muttered under his breath, the words a futile plea against the encroaching darkness. The relentless clamour of battle reached his ears, a discordant symphony of clashing steel and anguished cries that only heightened his anxiety.

As he neared the mansion, the sight that greeted him was one of utter devastation. Smoke billowed from the once-pristine home, and the sounds of combat grew louder, more intense. Bucky's heart pounded in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of the urgency to reach his wife. He dismounted quickly, his boots sinking into the snow as he sprinted toward the entrance.

The once-beautiful halls of the mansion were now a scene of utter carnage. The rich tapestries were torn, their vibrant colours now marred by bloodstains. Bodies of servants and knights alike, lay scattered, their lives snuffed out like candles in the winter wind. The floor was slick with a dark, ominous red, and the walls bore the marks of a brutal struggle. Bucky’s gaze was steely, his rage a palpable force that seemed to drive him forward, each step a grim determination to find his wife.

His hands tightened around the hilts of his weapons, the familiar weight of his knives and sword was a small comfort in the midst of the chaos. With each enemy he encountered, his movements were swift and lethal, the precision of his attacks was such a visible difference to the disarray around him. The flashes of steel and the sharp cries of the dying filled the air, but Bucky’s focus was singular. He barely registered the battle around him, his mind a relentless drive toward that one singular goal: Y/N.

Finally, he reached the door to their private quarters. It was ajar, hanging precariously on its hinges. Bucky pushed it open with a forceful shove, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that met him. The room was eerily silent, save for the soft, steady sound of the cold wind outside. His eyes swept the room, a chilling realisation dawning as he took in the scene.

There, amidst the wreckage, lay Y/N, her once-beautiful form now crumpled on the floor. Her delicate back was marred by a series of gaping wounds, the result of a brutal assault. The sight of her lifeless body, curled protectively on the bloody floor, sent a jolt of horror through Bucky. Tears sprang to his eyes, blurring his vision as he stumbled forward, each step heavy with dread and despair.

As he drew closer, the true extent of the tragedy revealed itself. Y/N’s arms were wrapped tightly around something; a small, fragile bundle. His heart clenched painfully as he realised what it was. With trembling hands, he gently pried the baby from her cold embrace, his fingers barely able to grasp the tiny form. The baby was motionless, the silence of its little body a crushing blow to his already shattered soul.

“No, no, no,” Bucky’s voice was a desperate whisper, choked with indescribable grief. He cradled Y/N against his chest, his tears falling freely now as he held the lifeless bodies of both her and their child. His sobs were raw, guttural, the sound of a man who had lost everything. The weight of their deaths was unbearable, a suffocating agony that seemed to crush his very spirit.

As he held her, a torrent of emotions surge through him: anguish, disbelief, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. His world had come crashing down, and the weight of his misery was almost unbearable, his tears fell from the blue of his eyes, “Please, please.” His breaths came in shaky, tortured gasps, as his quivering hands cupped her pale cheeks, “Open your eyes, my dear. I beg of you.” Her closed eyes remained stubbornly shut, unaffected to his hopeless pleas. The stillness of her form was a cruel reminder of those tender mornings when she would pretend to sleep just a little longer, feigning ignorance to his gentle kisses as he tried to rouse her

His hands moved to caress his child, the tiny body so still and unresponsive. The weight of his grief rendered him speechless, unable to utter a single word through the crushing pain. The absence of the high-pitched chortles and shrieks, the silence that echoed back at him, was a devastating reality to the lively sounds he had grown accustomed to. The baby, who had always responded to his touch with joy and curiosity, now lay motionless.

His heart shattered with the brutal realisation that this was not merely the loss of his beloved wife but also the crushing end to the life of their child. The sight of Y/N’s bloodied form and the lifelessness of their child were etched into his mind, a haunting image that would never fade.

Bucky’s and Y/N’s relationship had not started with ease. In their first lives, the beginning of their marriage was awkward; Bucky’s rough edges clashing with her gentle spirit. He had not known how to be tender, how to navigate the complexities of human emotion. Months were the time that Y/N's eyes would look up at him with evident fear and Bucky’s cold exterior unable to convey his true feelings.

But his wife, his dearest, with her unwavering patience and kindness, had been a constant light in his life. She had shown him what it meant to be human, to be gentle and caring. Despite his monstrous past, she had embraced him with an acceptance that was both humbling and transformative.

Their early days together were marked by a series of stumbles and missteps. Bucky’s attempts at intimacy often fell short, his rough touch and brusque mannerisms was the polar opposite to Y/N’s softness. Yet, her constant presence was a soothing wave to his soul. Over time, their awkward interactions gave way to a profound connection. Her warmth and understanding had nurtured a deep-rooted trust between them.

Bucky had fallen in love with her in a way that he had never thought possible, his heart swelling with a happiness that was both new and overwhelming.

And when the news of her pregnancy travels to his ears, Bucky’s joy had been boundless. He vowed to protect them both with everything he had, to shield them from harm and create a future filled with love and security. The dream of their family, of a life together with their child, was a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of Bucky’s past.

As the arrival of his firstborn got closer and closer, Bucky was determined to embrace this new chapter and leave the violence behind; so he approached the Emperor with a request to retire. He sought the reward for his years of service; an end to the wars and a chance to build a peaceful life with his family. But the Emperor, a man consumed by greed and a desire to retain his most powerful weapon, refused his request outright.

Bucky, fueled by the righteous fury of a man protecting his family’s future, resorted to threats. The Winter Soldier’s formidable reputation, sharpened by years of brutal efficiency, made the Emperor cower in fear. Terrified of his own creation, the Emperor reluctantly agreed to grant Bucky his only wish; but only under the condition that he would win one last war for him.

Bucky, driven by his desire to secure a safe future for Y/N and their child, agreed to the terms.

As the cruel fate had written, the Emperor’s promise was a deceitful trap.

While Bucky was away fighting the final battle, the Emperor’s true intentions were revealed. Viewing Y/N and their newborn child as distractions; potential threats to his plans and Bucky’s dedication. So he sought out to send his troops to Bucky’s estate. Their mission was clear: remove the ‘distraction,’ the family that Bucky had sworn to protect. The Emperor’s greed and paranoia had led him to a treacherous betrayal.

Now, that dream of a peaceful future with Y/N and their child lay shattered before him, replaced by the devastating reality of their deaths. The promise of safety and love was obliterated by the cruel hand of betrayal, leaving Bucky with nothing but the hollow weight of his ruined dreams.

In a heart-wrenching moment, Wanda appeared out of thin air, collapsing to the floor, her own form battered and bloodied. She had fought valiantly, protesting against the Master of the magic tower who had conspired with the Emperor. The same Master who had helped remove the magical protection Wanda had placed around Y/N and the baby, a gift she had bestowed as a token of becoming the child's godmother.

The battle had taken its toll on her, yet the sight of Y/N’s and the baby’s unnatural stillness pained her more than any wound maiming her own body. In her dying breath, Wanda dragged herself toward Y/N, who lay silently in her husband’s arms. Her eyes filled with sorrowful determination as he gripped Bucky’s collar, “Are you willing to do anything to save her?”

Bucky was a man lost in a sea of agony, drowning in raw sorrow and overwhelming despair. His world had crumbled around him, leaving him numb and detached from reality. He could scarcely comprehend the magnitude of his loss, the emptiness that now consumed his heart. His vision blurred with tears, he could barely focus on Wanda’s words, the weight of his devastation pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

Wanda’s grip tightened, her eyes pleading as she uttered, “Dammit Bucky, answer me! Will you?!”

Bucky’s gaze fell on the soulless forms of his beloved wife and child in his arms. He imagined the light of their eyes shining once more, the sound of their voices filling the silence that had taken over. As he envisioned the warmth and laughter that had once been a part of his life, a wave of fierce determination washed over him. His eyes burned with a fierceness, a resolve that was born of immense grief and love. He nodded with resolute certainty, his jaw set in grim determination.

Wanda smirked triumphly; there was a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes as if she knew what the future held for them. “Now go and kill that fucking bastard,” she commanded, her voice strained but resolute.

The world around Bucky seemed to warp and dissolve as her magical chants echoed in his mind; the room, the blood, and the bodies fading away. Just before everything vanished, Bucky leaned down to place a kiss on Erica's lips and the baby's cheek, a silent vow to return and save them. Tears fell from his eyes, mingling with the blood on their skin. He whispered, "I promise, I'll come back for you."

It was as if the world was turned upside down as he was pulled backward through time. The blizzard outside was replaced by the heat of a summer battlefield, the familiar chaos of combat giving way to the eerie silence of a different kind of conflict.

Bucky’s breath came in ragged gasps as he surveyed the new surroundings, the scent of human flesh burning and the sounds of distant artillery woke him to a reality he thought he would never see again. His heart still raced, the pain of his loss a constant weight in his chest.

The memories of Y/N’s cold body and their child’s stillness haunted him, more than the bodies of corpses piling in front of him. The remnants of that heart-wrenching image was fresh in his mind. His gaze hardened as he realised where he was; he was no longer in the wreckage of his home but back in the midst of a war he once fought long before. In fact, exactly a few months until he is to be wed to Y/N.

As he took in his surroundings, Bucky felt a chilling sense of déjà vu, a haunting awareness that he was being thrust back into a time when the stakes were high and lives hung in the balance. The agony of losing his wife and their child was now a burning ember in his heart, driving him forward with a renewed sense of purpose and a determination to change the course of fate. And this time his mission was not to win the war but to put an end to the emperor's life.

“No. I have to do this alone.” His determination was a wall of resoluteness.

Wanda felt a deep ache in her heart for the burden he carried. She knew that the weight of his mission and the pain of his loss were almost unbearable. She thought about the fact that all of this might not even happened if not for Y/N’s discovery in their first lives.

After translating one of Wanda’s old grimoires; Y/N discovered an ancient forbidden magic where the ability of manipulating time is not a myth but actually a reality. Though she had been sceptical of its possibilities, Wanda on the other hand was convinced.

Since then, Wanda had been experimenting with time, first testing it on objects. Shredded paper reconstructed back to its original shape, and slowly she cast it on a wilted flower, bringing it back to when it bloomed. In time, Wanda learned the possibility of the magic to turn back time for more than just small things, but only at a price.

Dabbling with the magic to such an extent would mean to lose the most important trait of a person, something deeply tied to their identity or purpose. For each individual, this trait was different, and the magic demanded a unique sacrifice based on what they valued most. That was why Wanda had asked Bucky if he was willing to do anything to save Y/N.

Agreeing to it, Bucky would have to sacrifice his sight. His vision was essential not only for his prowess in battle but also for the simple yet immense joy of seeing his loved ones; Y/N and their child.

Losing his sight meant relinquishing his ability to protect them with the sharp precision he had always relied on. No longer would he be able to look into their eyes and see the warmth that sparked his every day. He would miss the simple joy of seeing his wife's pink cheeks flushed when he kisses her or the radiant beauty of her smile lighting up a room.

He wouldn’t be able to watch his child’s milestones; first steps, the way they would grow and change over time. He’d miss the subtle shifts in their expressions, the silent conversations shared through glances, and the small, fleeting moments that paint a vivid picture of their development.

That was the sacrifice he needed to make to save them.

Wanda had explained that the loss of his sight would occur gradually over time, not instantaneously. She reassured him that she would find a way to prevent it or at least mitigate its impact.

Bucky stayed quiet, contemplating the gravity of his decision, the weight of his sacrifice pressing heavily on his mind. “We can worry about that later.”

Then he diverted the conversation, “What did you say that time? Oh, ‘Go and kill that fucking bastard’?” A wicked smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.

Wanda’s eyes flashed with unwavering determination. “And I meant every single word.”

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A/N: yes, i have been reliving this pain in my head ever since i posted that blurb earlier this year :) also, i tried really hard to hide the time-travel aspect until we reach bucky's flashback. i really hope it was conveyed well for you guys to understand what happened. anyways, please leave me the crumbs of your thoughts on this chapter for me to read. thank you so much! i'll see you in a few days.

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luvrxbunny · 1 year ago

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winter wonderland

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Prompt: Strip Club

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.9k

A/N: uhh idk i kinda feel like i have to have an author's note? Idk what to say tho (not proofread) and um. ily guys <3

Bucky walks around his club, admiring his dancers- not sexually, never in that way. He admires them for their discipline, strength, and determination, he couldn’t do half the things they do on the pole, all with a smile and trying to look appealing to the hungry gaze of the men in the audience. He makes sure everything is ready for tonight, he just expanded to a new area and this is his grand opening. He hired some new talent, a new bartender, and spared no expense on alcohol, lights, and outfits for his girls.

He walks past the practice room and hears music blaring inside, a slow sultry, rock-esk song. He turns to see a group of girls standing by the window, watching whatever’s happening inside the room. “Psst.” He gets the attention of one of the girls, Fawn. “What’s happening in there?” He keeps his voice low, a hushed whisper to not distract the other girls and Fawn’s face lights up in excitement. “Oh my god, Winter. You haven’t met her?!” Her New York accent is thick with shock.

He feels a bit embarrassed at her reaction and she’s right, he should’ve met her by now but he’s been too busy. His expansion took him away from being hands-on more than he had accounted for, he had to outsource hiring to Cheetah. He gives her a shrug and prompts her to keep talking. “Well, she’s new to the scene, a cute little thing, nice little schtick she’s got going on.” He nods as she speaks, taking in her little pieces of information. “She- You know what? No. Go meet her! You were there for my audition, the poor girl hasn’t even seen you yet.”

He looks at her with his eyes wide, surprised at how she’s commending him, someone who’s technically her boss. “Okay, Fawn. Tone down the spice.” He scoffs at her with a smirk before opening the door, her cackle-like laugh fading out as he enters the room. Your music takes over his ears, a harsh beat, mechanical type of song. When he looks up you’re nothing like he expected. You have baby pink lingerie on, bunny ears sprouting from your head, soft white cuffs on your wrists and ankles with jewels littering your body. Your eyes are closed, your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth, your brows furrowed in concentration as you spin, flip your body, and slide down the pole, showing off the little tuft, your bunny tail, at the base of your spine.

Your eyes are still shut lightly as you flip again, your feet planted on the ground as you walk around the pole slowly. There’s an irresistible arch in your back and you keep your toes pointed as they touch down on the ground. You spin yourself around, a ballerina spin before unhooking your leg and repositioning your hand for a carousel spin, showing yourself off. The song ends and you slowly drop yourself to the ground, sitting pretty with your hands still on the pole while the music dies out. You flop back onto the floor, panting from exertion with a smile on your face and your eyes still closed.

He just stares at you for a moment, your skin glistening with sweat, your chest heaving, and his dick pressing desperately against the fabric of his pants.

He never reacts to his dancers like this, it’s always purely appreciative, of their art and the work they put in. He knows the business inside out, he’s seen the struggle his dancers go through to keep their bodies appealing, to master certain moves. He’s never been able to see the arousal of it since seeing the inner workings, it’s like watching a workout video to him. Your dance though, the way you move, your outfit, the stark contrast between your aesthetic and the song, something about it all seemed to be a perfect storm for him. He’s buzzing with want. He wants you.

You’re still panting on the ground, your breaths beginning to even out some more when he speaks up. “That was impressive.” You shoot up into a seated position, your breaths quickening again in fear. Your eyes land on him and you stand up, covering your body slightly as you back up, standing behind the pole like it could help you, the action brings a soft smile to his face. “Who are you?”

He walks towards you, taking his hands from his pockets and holding them up in surrender. You back up even further and notice the window in the practice room, and how many girls are giggling on the other side. You jump and look back at him frantically- seemingly surprised at how many people had been watching you. “Calm down, honey. I’m Winter, this is my club.” Your back straightens and your hands drop to your sides before settling behind your back and you half bow to him before standing up straight and shaking your head at yourself.”Oh-! Hell- Hi, sir. I- My name is B- well, I go by Bunny.”

You have a soft, nervous smile and your eyes keep darting to the girls in the window, gawking at the interaction. “Nice to meet you, Bunny. Would you like to come to my office?” You breathe out a sigh of relief and nod at him desperately before rushing to his side, following him out of the practice room and into his office.

He gives you a large coat he had on a rack in the corner of his office with a chuckle before walking around to sit on his side of the desk. “Sorry, I don’t have something nicer for you. I usually have these really nice bath towel type things? But I uh- I left them at my other location so…” He trails off awkwardly and smooths his hands over his desk. He looks up at you and you’re just staring at him with a little amused smirk on your face. “What?”

You giggle at him, leaning forward as you laugh and he tries not to stare at your cleavage. “You’re- You seem awfully nervous for like- a strip club owner.” He actually belly laughs at that, it shoots from his chest, shocking to his own ears when he hears him. His laughs die down before your giggles and his chest warms at the sound, along with his cock as the rest of his blood rushes south. “To be honest, Bunny. I think that’s just you.” You laugh even more at that and it stabs his ego for a moment.

“I’m the only one who thinks that? I mean- It could be just how I’m seeing the situation but-” He tries not to laugh at your misunderstanding. “No, Bunny.” He cuts you off. “You’re the only one who makes me nervous.” Your rambling stops short, your back straightens again and his jacket begins to fall off your shoulders, exposing a bit more of your outfit. His eyes can’t help but dart down to take the sight in. It stabs him with arousal, he takes a sharp breath and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs to give his cock more room to grow, filling and fattening up for you.

“M-me? Cus- Is it like- because you- because we haven’t met before or..?” Your eyes dart around the room and your breathing is picking up. He can see your hips wiggling in the seat, either grinding into it or pressing your legs together- his new position takes his view from your lower half. His eyes trail up your body before meeting yours. “That’s not why, sweetheart.” You shake your head lightly with a little breath of disbelief. You have a questioning look in your eyes, like you truly believe that he’s lying or you’re completely misreading the situation.

“I mean-” You gain a cocky smirk, like you’ve finally figured out what’s really happening. “I’m a stripper, it’s kinda my jo-ob” You have a little tune in your voice, sing-songy, like it’s a joke. His face is straight when you look back up to him, not finding one hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Actually.” He sits back up in his chair, clasping his hands over his desk and leaning into you. “I find it harder to understand the- the more erotic side of stripping. Your work is artistic to me, I’m generally indifferent to all my dancers but-” His breathing shudders as he recalls your dance. “Something about your-” His mouth gapes as he tries to pinpoint what it is exactly that’s affecting him so much but he can’t think of just one. “You. Something about you is- seems to be affecting me.”

His eyes trail up your body and stop on yours as he finishes his sentence. There’s something so penetrating about his gaze, you can feel yourself heating up under it, a tingle growing between your legs and your panties beginning to dampen. You’re still cautious though, for all you know he could do this with every dancer. “You don’t usually—?” He cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “Never.”

You look him over, taking in his features and deciding whether he’s lying or not. You look in his eyes and they look… truthful. So you lunge for him, crashing his lips into yours, earning a shocked moan from his lips as his large hand comes up to hold your head in place. You lean closer to him, trying to get as close as possible until the desk begins to dig into your ribcage. You separate from him with a moan, a dissatisfied whine falling from his lips until he sees you rushing to his side of the desk, immediately seating yourself in his lap and connecting your lips back to his.

His hands are on your hips with a groan as he instantly grinds up into you, pressing his hot bulge against your clothed clit. You moan into his mouth, detaching your lips to watch the way his hips move against you, how his hands dig into your hips and grind you onto his cock. His head is thrown back and he’s moaning a bit louder than you would’ve expected, you’re drinking them up. You look back at him and arch your back, leaning to him and changing the angle of your hips over his cock. You kiss at his chin, whining against his bottom lip as he assaults your clit.

The fabric of the lingerie is creating so much friction against your clit, it feels good until it borders on painful, almost rubbing you raw with the rough material until he sticks his hand through the side of your panties, gathers all your nectar that’s been resting at the entrance of your hole and spread it all over your pussy, bringing that perfect slickness back to your clit and winning himself a moan of “Winter” against his neck.

He grunts at your outburst and brings his hands back to your hips. “Bucky, sweetheart. Call- shit. Call me, Bucky, baby.” You whine louder into his neck, insanely turned on by the fact that he trusts you with his real name and wants you to moan it for him. You’re too in your head though, mulling over your own thoughts, in the clouds to comply with his wishes. He thinks it’s because he’s not giving you enough so he backs your hips up.

Your head is buried in his neck and you whine at the loss of movement. You peek your head back to see what he’s doing and watch him fumble with his underwear, jeans already undone and unzipped, his hand now down his pants, jerking himself quickly before pulling it out. Your hips tilt to him subconsciously once his cock is out, red, leaking, and throbbing for you. You can already imagine how deep he’ll go, how sore you’ll be after, and how you won’t be able to think of anything but him while you dance for other men.

You lunge for his lips again as your hand reaches down for his cock, your fingers overlapping with his as you wrap your hand around his tip, forcing his out of the way as you slide down his shaft. He moans into your lips and brings his hand to the back of your head, holding your face to his lips more aggressively as his hips begin to thrust into your hand rhythmically. You pull back and consider letting him cum like this. The sight is something to behold, his shirt slightly lifted, showing off his happy trail to his unzipped jeans, his cock, big, pink, and pulsing in your hand with his eyes squeezed shut and moans spilling from his lips. You almost let him cum like that.

But then his thrusts change into a swivel, fucking himself into your hand languid and passionately and you’re suddenly jealous of your fist. So you let go, pull your panties aside, and seat yourself on his cock before he can even process what’s happening. His eyes shoot open with a yelp and one hand comes to grip your hip painfully while the other slams down on the desk before running over his face and through his hair. “D- hmmm.” He breathes out a frustrated breath of air that sounds like a groan. “I’m trying to last for you, Bunny. I don’t do this.” His hand loosely gestures between the two of you.

You’re nodding at him, half understanding what he’s saying but most of your strength is trying to stop your pussy from fluttering around him due to the intense stare he’d holding you with as he reprimands you. You breathe a sigh of relief and immediately start bouncing on his cock once he’s done talking. His eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips, trying to keep them down but not having enough strength to stop the overwhelming pleasure you’re pummeling him with. “Bunny-” He says your name like a warning and his hand tenses over your hip, you would listen if you weren't so far gone.

His cock has been pressed against your G-Spot since you dropped yourself on him. Your legs are too weak to push yourself off his cock far enough to rearrange him so you’ve just been fucking him into that spot again and again, unable to escape the pleasure. Your eyes are permanently on the ceiling, almost rolled back and your mouth open, letting ruined moans fall from your lips like a siren song. You’re calling to him, begging him with your sounds to take over and thrust himself into you, asking for him to fill your tight pussy.

His hands tighten over your waist and grind you onto him as his hips begin to jump in his chair, fucking into you with a force that’s making you see stars. “Bucky! Th- there! Don’t stop, Bucky.” You wrap your arms around him and his hand comes to the arch of your back, holding your body against him. “Fuck. What’re you doin’ to me, doll? Gonna make me cum so hard.” His hand slides to your upper back as your head lifts from his neck, your dazed eyes fixated on his lips. “M’gonna cum so hard for you.” His hand pushes you into his lips with a moan, you’re able to catch the way his eyes roll back when your lips meet before yours slip shut. He whines into your lips as his thrusts become weaker, more frantic, and lose their pace.

You pull away from him to moan into his mouth, unable to contain any sounds as he shoves you over the edge. Your body convulses, folding into his as you become a vice around him, choking his cock and forcing his orgasm to spew from his tip. It tears through him like a hurricane, every muscle tensing, his arms almost crushing you in their embrace as a painful groan shakes out of him and devolves into a whimper as your pussy coaxes more cum from his pulsing cock.

Your hips are grinding into him mindlessly, overstimulating the both of you as your orgasms die down. Bucky is whining pathetically under you, begging you to stop, slow down, and calm down all with his hands still on your hips. Instead of stopping you though, he’s just resting them there, letting you take whatever you need from him with no resistance.

Your hips eventually calm down, slowing to a stop over him, resting your head on his shoulder and basking in the silence of the room, in how his hand rubs over your back before pausing to draw random shapes. You’re drifting to sleep in his hold, humming contentedly when he presses kisses to the top of your head.

Someone knocks and opens his door without waiting got an answer. He spins in his chair around to hide your body from view. “What is the point of knocking if you’re not going to wait for an answer?” He speaks to the person in a sharp whisper. “Oh. My. God. I didn’t mean for you to get to know her like this! Jeez, boss.” Fawn. He turns slightly, only enough to see her and so she can see the serious look on his face. “Not a word to anyone.” She rolls her eyes and pulls his door shut with a snort.

You start to writhe in his lap, groaning, and your brows furrow. He coos at you until you fall back into your deep sleep, a soft smile on his face when you bury your face in his neck and breathe out a soft exhale. He whispers soft words in your ear, rubbing over your skin to keep you warm until showtime.

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meshiinuma · 5 months ago

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pool day

relationship: poly sashisu x reader

desc: it's your mission to keep your lifeguard date mates company while they perform their duties at the pool

wrd cnt: 3.6k

warnings: gn reader, fluff !!, thats it !!!

a(shley's)/n: this is mostly 4 me bcuz i got my nostril pierced n now i CANT GO UNDERWATER . I ONLY WENT 2 THE POOL ONCE THIS SUMMER AUGHHHHH and i bought some rlly cute swimsuits 2 :[[[ sighhhhh ill resign myself 2 being above water i suppose also the song suguru is humming later is paikea by patea maori club

‘fwee!’

at the sound of the sharp whistle of the lifeguard, you stop.

“no running.” she calls out to you, smugness tinging her tone.

you look up to see shoko sitting at the top of the tall lifeguard chair. she has her sunglasses low on the bridge of her nose, staring you down with a salacious look in her deep dark brown eyes.

“and no food by the pool.” with a pout, you lean on one of the white bases of the high chair and suck at your blue raspberry popsicle.

“this is a dictatorship.” you finally say after slurping out enough flavor to satisfy you for the time being.

“shame.” shoko pulls off her sunglasses and gets a good look at you from your spot underneath the huge red shade attached to the back of her chair, her blindingly white shirt dulled underneath the shadow. if you looked close enough, you could see her black bikini bottoms peeking out.

she tucks some of her hair behind her ear, you thought it was growing out quite nicely. you didn’t say that though. you actually just chomped off the discolored part of the popsicle, pure ice melting on your tongue.

sigh “i don’t know why all three of you decided to sign up for lifeguarding, now i’m all alone, burning. slowly infecting myself with skin cancer…!” your girlfriend chuckles at your dramatic declaration.

“you know we need some cash, just surviving off of satoru’s trust fund isn’t enough. plus, you have your own job.” shoko reasons, her attention slipping from you briefly so she could switch off her water proof alarm, beeping to remind her to switch out guard posts.

“that pays more too…” you mumbled and licked up a stray droplet about to fall onto the concrete. out of the corner of your eye, you see shoko stop for a moment and stare at the pink muscle work it’s way up the rocket-shaped dessert.

to suck more sugar out of the ice, you take the popsicle fully into your mouth and slowly pull it out with a pop.

by now, shoko was down from her post and smacked you lightly on the shoulder, “in public?” judging by her grin and the little flush across her cheeks, she didn’t care.

“as if you, satoru, and suguru don’t do worse, hm?” you leaned forward with a teasing grin, close enough to give her a little peck with your blue stained lips.

she giggled at the ticklish feeling of your lips brushing against her soft cheek and pushed you away when you bit into it lightly, “okay, okay. there’s kids around, you know that?” she drawls, but still gives you a kiss and nip on your bottom lip back.

the two of you are interrupted by two pairs of feet leisurely strolling down the side of the pool, one voice greeting you and your girlfriend loudly.

you look up to see the last half to your heart approaching, one in a lifeguard tank top and the other shirtless, both have bright red swim trunks on.

“hi baby! hi my darling shoko!” satoru jogs up and gives you a wet kiss on your lips, more spit than lip action. he repeats the action with his girlfriend. she splutters and gently shoves him away.

“you’re like a dog, slobbering everywhere…” shoko leans up to peck him on the forehead, cradling his head like she did yours.

suguru comes up behind satoru and leans over him to give you a kiss on the cheek, deciding to save his more overt affection for later.

once shoko and satoru separate, suguru leans over shoko and gives her a kiss on the top of her head. she reciprocates with a kiss to his jaw while satoru bounds up the lifeguard chair and settles into place with his rescue tube.

when they pulled away, you admired the way they stared at each other. the love they had was palpable. you smiled involuntarily and licked at your popsicle.

they pulled apart when the manager of the pool speed walked by with a bark of an order, “ieiri! to your station! geto! back to making rounds around the pool!”

there was always something bothering him. shoko just rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to her partners, leisurely walking to her next lifeguard post at a farther end of the pool.

satoru brushed your shoulder closest to him with the end of his crocs, “hey.” you looked up to see his own sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, a silly grin on his face, “can’t eat near the pool.” just like a little puppy dog, he tilted his head to the side and let out a huff of air like a laugh.

in response, you stared up at him with sultry eyes as you tossed whatever was left of the popsicle around your tongue. when you bit of the last of the ice, you slowly pulled the stick while maintaining eye contact.

satoru’s face turned red and his beautiful ocean blues widened. he whipped his head to the side and mumbled, “shut up…” you giggled and slapped his exposed calf, moving towards suguru.

internally, you were giggling and screaming and kicking your legs. suguru was just the type to make anyone shy and flustered, even if he was a big softie on the inside. outwardly, you were coy and sly, “hey, big boy.” at your approach, suguru cupped his hand on the side of your head and granted you the privilege of one of his soft lipped smiles.

“hi,” he fiddled with some of your hair, then perked up.

“oh!” he leaned down to the white plumeria bushes lining the pool fence and plucked one with a long stem. your boyfriend turned back to you, still waiting patiently, and slipped it behind your left ear. after he secured it, he kissed the shell of your left ear, “thought of you after i saw them.” suguru whispered, sending giddy shivers down your spine at the thought of taking up space in someone’s mind.

when he pulled away, a lovely grin split your face almost in two and you bashfully looked away, carefully cupping the flower decorating your ear.

“wh-hey!” you and suguru turned to satoru, who had a grumpy look on his face at the affection you were receiving.

“aw, do you want one too satoru?” before he could answer, you were already making your way towards the bushels of flowers.

your fingers danced around tons of white petaled, yellow centered flowers until you found the one with the brightest center. just like your sun.

you plucked it happily, with ample room on the stem so you could tuck it behind his left ear, and bounded over to the lifeguard chair he was sat at.

“i have something for you!” you singsonged, holding the pretty flower behind your back.

satoru gasped as if he didn’t just watch you pluck from the flower bushes, “for me? i couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be!”

shyly, you stepped up to the first step of the chair and held out the flower. like a dog offering something for its beloved owner.

your other boyfriends hands cupped the petals, making sure not to crumple them, “oh…thank you baby…” he looked up at you, love and adoration crowding his eyes, “i love it,” and he moved to take it from you, but you slipped it away at the last second, “nuh-uh! I’ll put it on for you, then i know it’ll look perfect. a perfect flower for my perfect baby.”

bright red exploded across the pale cheeks of your boyfriend as you stuck the wooden popsicle stick in your mouth and gently turned his head so you could slip the flower behind his left ear, “i’m your perfect baby?” he asked.

when you finished, you turned his head back to you to get a good look at him, “my most perfect, most loveliest, smartest baby.”

satoru looked beautiful.

he does everyday, but the delicate flower added a more gentle touch to him. something that distanced him from the cold winter beauty he was born with. made him more suited for the bright blue of the pool in the full swing of summer.

you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, “you’re so beautiful satoru.” you spoke around the stick in your mouth. suguru came up next to you and leaned on the side of the chair, looking up at satoru with reverence shining in his fox eyes.

“you really are beautiful…” he trailed off and satoru got flustered all over again, jutting his wet pink bottom lip out with a shy smile.

“thanks…” your white haired lover turned back to you and suguru, something more down to earth twisting his lips up, “you guys are pretty beautiful too, even more than me.” he chuckled as you ruffled the top of his head (careful not to jostle the plumeria out).

“alright you charmer, weaseling your way into our hearts,” you smacked his bare pec and got down from the chair, going back to the flowers blooming and making the whole area smell so sweet, yet spicy with undertones of cinnamon.

another flower made it’s way into your hands, but this one was a bright blush pink with a spot of yellow in the middle.

suguru’s intense. he burns with love and care for everything that could ever be cared about. passionate. he craves happiness on the inside. for as long as you’ve known him, he’s always been pursuing joy to complete him. you hope he feels complete around you, satoru, and shoko.

“turn around and crouch down a little.” suguru follows obediently with a hum and lets you part his bun so you could safely tuck the little flower into his top knot. when done, you move his hair out of the way so you could peck the nape of his neck.

at the brush of your lips against him, he shudders and jerks away with a chuckle, “alright, calm down, you can do that later.” you just rolled your eyes.

when looking at suguru head on, the little bit of intense pink poked out behind him. it just added more to his thin and refined features, crafted with light and precise strokes of a brush.

your thumb reached up to swipe at a droplet of sweat starting to run down his forehead, “have you been putting sunscreen on?” your head whipped around to satoru, “both of you?”

“sir yes sir!” satoru saluted while you and suguru chuckled. satoru has sensitive skin that burns easy, and his refusal to put a shirt on only heightens the chances of him coming home peeling and burnt to a crisp. suguru needs sunscreen less, but he still cares for the health of his skin. that doesn’t stop him from coming home a few shades darker and having tan lines from his work clothes.

you kissed suguru’s cheek and went over to the lifeguard chair that satoru was at, already waiting with his head ducked.

“good. now i’m gonna go give one to shoko,” you plucked a completely white flower from the bushes and started towards where shoko was seated, “make sure not to slack off!” you called out behind you as you threw away the popsicle stick in a trashcan.

satoru and suguru just waved goodbye to you, sporting mischievous grins.

the stem of the flower twirled between your fingers while your mind wandered off to your girlfriend.

smart shoko. smart, beautiful, trusting, obsessively clean shoko. you sighed wistfully at the memory of her forcing suguru out of the pool last summer after he got his nipples pierced, citing the insane amount of germs floating around in a pool, even if they were sanitized with chlorine. if someone was drowning in front of shoko, you don’t think she’d jump in and get them herself.

your feet slowed once they approached the base of the lifeguard chair, “hello lovely girlfriend of mine.” you cooed, reaching for her hand resting on the armrest of the chair.

“why hello to you too, light of my life, fire of my loins.” her hand went to caress you from the top of your head to the bottom of your chin, “i thought we were in public, sho-ko.” you teased and moved to stand in front of the lifeguard chair.

“sorry babe, just can’t resist myself around you.” she chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever now get over here, i have something for you.” you stood on the first step of the lifeguard chair, still twirling the plumeria in your hand.

“oh? i’d love to see it.” she drawled, offering her head to you.

judging by her nonchalant reaction, she had seen the interaction between her partners.

with tender hands, you tucked the flower behind her left ear and secured it as best as you could. when you were done, your hand slid down to her jaw and brought her head up to face you.

“you look really good, shoko.” you had to restrain yourself from pouring your heart out, or she’d shrink away (a habit you, satoru, and suguru were trying to break). in reality, she looked more than good. she looked stunning. the pure white flower mellowed her out, adding some contrast to her lightly tanned skin and brunette hair. it complimented her faint freckles too, giving the perfect image of a beautiful island dwelling twenty-something woman who spent all her time by the shore.

but you couldn’t say any of that. you just leaned in and kissed her cheek, “like, really good.”

she flushed a light pink and tucked her stray hair back, “thanks, you look good too.” you couldn’t hold yourself back, you have the most amazing woman in the world and you weren’t going to waste time saving your words for the right time. you could die tomorrow and shoko would never know how beautiful you think she is.

“pretty girl shoko.” a kiss to her jaw, “smart girl shoko.” a kiss to her forehead, “my most amazing girl shoko.” a kiss to the tip of her nose.

your (future wife) girlfriend giggled and pushed you away lightly, looking away so you wouldn’t see her chill facade break at your insistence to love on her, “okay! okay, i get it…”

“anything interesting happen while i was gone?” you hum and turn shoko back to you as she fans herself with a baseball cap satoru slapped onto her head before they left the house for their shift.

“well,” she swallowed and finally looked back at you, “i watched a bird, like, dive for someone's ice cream and take a whole chunk out of it. it kinda looked like a crow and later i saw this lady with a weird braid surrounded by crows.” you leaned against the armrest of the lifeguard chair as she regaled you with more tales of the pool, “and then i saw these two kids, one of them had pink hair and the other had a bob, push this other kid that looked like a sea urchin-”

“how could you say that about a child shoko!” you gasped dramatically, “this is an injustice to all children in the world!” she just flicked your forehead and continued, undisturbed.

“anyway, they pushed the kid in and when he got out he chased them with his service dogs.”

“did you tell them to stop running?” amusement filled your voice, “nope.” she popped the p and settled back into her chair.

“oh, so you’re just targeting me then? how rude.” your fists went to your hips and she just pushed her (you’re pretty sure those are satoru’s, if you were to judge by the expensive luxury brand on the arm) sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, “yup.”

before you could retort back, the pool manager passed by and barked out another order, “no distractions ieiri! back to work!” and he speed walked past, yelling at other employees as he went.

shoko rolled her eyes and you sighed, “i’ll see you at lunch, yeah?” and you pecked her on the lips.

“yeah, see ya’.” she said after you pulled away and made your way to the many slides at the pool.

for the next hour, you went down all of the slides twice, did some sick tricks on the diving boards, and raided the snack bar for free popsicles and ice cream bars (through all of this, you placed the plumeria safely in your pool bag. you retrieved it when you got sick of the water and pruney fingers, choosing to stay on land for a bit).

the pool lets lifeguards go for lunch during adult swim, so when they call for everyone under eighteen to get out, you happily make your way to the little cluster of circle benches in the food court.

you spot shoko and satoru in the far corner, shaded by a large tree and having an animated conversation.

as you approach, you start to hear bits and pieces of their conversation and pick up on the agitated tone in shoko’s reply, “dude, it’s not even going to happen there’s zero chance of that, so i have no clue why you think i’m the best person to ask for that answer.” satoru sighs, “it’s a hypothetical question, shoko! it’s not going to happen! but if it did happen i’d have to think about it!”

“what are you thinking about? i didn’t even know you could do that, satoru.” you take a seat at the bench next to shoko. satoru opens his mouth to speak, then stops, “hey…” you waved him off, “what were you talking about, though?”

“if it’s ethical to fuck my clone.”

…

“oh.” you blink at him, “well. hm.” you pause, mulling the question over in your mind, “i think we need suguru for that one.” swiveling your head around, you look for him, “where is he, anyway?”

“in the snack bar.” shoko replies, turning back to satoru to comment on the absurdity of his question as you rise to get your boyfriend.

suguru is standing in front of the soda machine, getting some cola in a to go cup and singing under his breath, “uie mai koia, whakahuatie ake…” but stops when you shove your face into his (actually really sweaty, gross) back and wrap your arms around his waist.

“oh! hi baby,” his big hand goes to hold your arm as you listen to him fill up another cup with soda. you pull away pretty fast once you couldn’t take the face-full of stink coming from his semi-drenched tank top. you didn’t blame him, today was one of the hottest days of the month.

“i’m almost done here, can you get our lunch from the fridge?” like the loving and amazing partner you are, you grab the bright yellow lunch box with tons of zippers, the baby blue and gray square lunch box, and the green tiffin box covered with a dark forest green handkerchief. from the freezer compartment, you grab an ice cream bar for yourself.

when you turn around, you see suguru waiting for you with three to go cups filled with various drinks and one heat insulating thermos in his hands, “got everything?” and he tilts his head in that adorable way that makes his bang swish a little and it fills you with the urge to dote over him and pinch his cheeks.

you push down the urge, “yeah!” and follow him out the door.

suguru places down everyone's drink first and you put down lunch boxes immediately afterwards. shoko’s tiffin, satoru’s box, and suguru’s lunch box that could qualify as a mini satchel.

you sit down afterwards and unwrap your ice cream bar, taking a big bite out of it first thing. shoko opens her tiffin and starts to snack from the top compartment filled with shrimp chips. satoru opens his box and unwraps a soft baked dessert, sinking his teeth into it once it was sufficiently out of its casing. suguru doesn’t unzip his own until he sees everyone has started eating, but as he moves to open his lunch he stops and narrows his eyes at you.

“is that all you’ve been eating today?” he accuses you in the middle of your bite of vanilla goodness.

“yesh.” you reply, mouth full of the cold dessert.

suguru pouts and says your name in the way you would when you’re mildly disappointed in someone, “you have to eat something with actual substance!” he declares as he opens his lunch box fully and pulls out something wrapped.

“well maybe you shouldn’t tell me you guys have too much frozen stuff and then give me the key to the snack bar!” you retort after swallowing.

your boyfriend just rolls his eyes and places a wrapped and square object in front of you, “here. since i know you don’t eat anything that’ll keep you full when you’re here.” you reach across the table to give satoru your ice cream bar (so he can have a bite, at this point it’s become instinctual to give him a little bit of your dessert when he’s around) and unwrap the object.

you gasp at what’s inside.

“a sandwich? for me?” you coo and take a bite of the mediterranean sandwich you saw him prep that morning, you just didn’t know he was making another one for you.

“thank you, sugu!” and you peck him on the cheek for his chivalrous activity.

he just looks away bashfully and opens up his thermos to take a sip from the hot tea he brewed that morning.

happily, you gobble down the sandwich made just for you as conversation leisurely flows through the table. sometimes you pick off one of shoko’s spring rolls, satoru’s oreos, or sips of suguru’s tea. none of them mind, willing to give anything to you. their lover. light of their lives.

you were just content. happy to be covered in chlorine water, eyes stinging a bit, and sating your ravenous hunger. here, with your lovers and the scent of sweet and spicy filling the air.

#:: meshiinuma #sashisu x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ieiri shoko x reader #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #satoru gojo x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #getou suguru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #ieiri shokou x reader #jjk

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rajghafa · 2 months ago

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“Salvatore” — Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: She had fell in love with Nikolai Lantsov a long time ago, but her feelings were kept a secret, between so many tragedies and not sure of what his reaction would be, she had never before uttered a word about it, until they both had a evening alone in the sea.

A/N: this is one of the fics I am reposting because I accidentaly deleted my old account lmao, it was a request of a celebration on mine, based on “Salvatore” by lana del rey, but I have rewritten some stuff and honestly I don't think it s that related to the song any more? anyways, you can still hear it while you read it tho! and omg I have totally lost the ability of writing a summary. Anyways, I hope you all like it, feedback is always welcomed!

WARNINGS: English is not my first language.

WORD COUNT: 2.090

[MASTERLIST] [MOODBOARD]

She looks at Nikolai with gleaming eyes, taking in how the wind agitated his hair, making his curls rise and show more of his face. Sometimes she would simply follow him with her eyes, satisfied with watching his movements, it calmed her, a soothing moment between everything they had to solve. Today was a rare day, both of them taking time to escape for at least some hours, only them in one of Nikolai's small boats, just on the like old and distant days.

Nikolai seemed so relaxed and fulfilled now that it was impossible for her to not smile, trying to disguise it by turning her face away from him, staring at the horizon. It was hard to be around him once she realised her feelings were turning into something else, something different from only friendship. Most of the time she can control herself, not giving him so many looks or smiling that kind of smile, but it eventually got harder, and she had to distance herself from him, bury herself with work, and find new things to learn.

Now was one of those moments where she could barely breathe, overwhelmed with feelings, her heart beating in that fast rhythm she had grown accustomed to. Thankfully, the smile was gone, and she focused on counting every single piece of rock she could see on the small piece of land in the distance, but it was to no use, since her thoughts insisted in remembering that was the first island her and Nikolai had found alone when they were teenagers, it became a property of the crown as soon as Nikolai could convince his father. It was such a small thing, really, but it was a beautiful place, a refugee.

The sound of a sigh made her look in his direction again, and her heart started to spiral in her chest, her breath was slow to come, the moment seemed to be passing by in slow motion. Everything was excruciating to look at, especially the golden boy across from her.

Nikolai's curls shone brightly, his white skin now seemed ivory, and his cheeks had that adorable tone of pink. He had never been so hard to be around like now, she had to force herself to tear her eyes from him, to not think about how warm his skin would be now, how good it would feel to stretch her arms and finally touch him, to allow herself to appreciate him in full form. Sometimes she'd think that Nikolai seemed to be always frozen in summer, a particular sun illuminating his face, but never had she seen him exactly like that, shining like now.

As if they had a life of their own, her eyes trailed back to him, watching as he threw his head back, resting it against the boat, exposing his neck adorned with his two favourite necklaces that now shone brightly because of the sun rays reaching them. His shirt had the three buttons open, showing more of his chest as the wind blew strongly once again. It made her eyes wander more, to places she had prohibited herself to think about, places she should not look.

She felt it then, that he was about to open his eyes and was fast to look away, turning her attention to the sea and closing her own eyes to try to erase those thoughts from her mind. Trying to focus on the sound of the sea proved itself useless, so instead she started to count, which was also useless once the prince opened his mouth.

“Why were you staring?” She can hear the smirk on his voice.

Of course, he felt it too, the same way she could feel it, would just know when it was his eyes on her. She tried to not think about it too much, they did have a connection, that was impossible to deny, but it didn't have to be romantic, she also knew that, and she tried to not see things where there weren't any. So when she somehow knew it was him staring or that he was about to say something or when she would turn around before he had even touched her, she would simply decide it was their years of close friendship together, it was that and only that.

“Shut up.” she says with a chuckle.

“If that's your wish, darling.” Nikolai jokes, making her roll her eyes, “where’s the bottle?”

She grabs the Kvas bottle by her side, extending her arm to him, “haven’t you drunk enough?”

Nikolai scoffs, a playful smile gracing his lips right after, “what’s enough for the King of Ravka?”

She smiles sadly, it was a joke, yes, but she could still hear the tiredness in his voice, and she knew how hard everything had been since he was crowned.

“You tell me.” she says, relaxing against the boat once again.

Nikolai opens his mouth, and then closes it again. “I was not… I don't really think I wanted to say that,” he sighs.

She tilts her head, worried, “it's okay, I understood it.”

He gives her a small smile, “you always do.”

Her heart beats a bit stronger, and afraid her voice might betray, she simply nods. She takes advantage of the moment he is serving himself and repeats Nikolai's previous actions and throws her head back, closing her eyes to avoid looking directly at the sun. It takes mere minutes, though, until she feels it, a burning and familiar feeling coursing through her body. He is staring at her.

She tries to stay quiet, not move and keep her eyes closer, waiting to see if the feeling will go away. Something feels different this time, something heavy in the air, and she is hesitant to open her eyes and joke about how he is the one staring now. Her insides seem to burn, unquietness consuming her and making her leave out a sigh, escaping her lips before she can think better, she hopes it sounds like a relaxed one, but deep down she knows Nikolai can always decipher her.

Like words being whispered in her ear, she finally gives up and searches for his face, afraid of what she might find.

It was like looking at him for the first time.

Nikolai was already staring at her like she felt, but never before had his eyes looked like that. Never before had she felt as if the surrounding air was heavy and buzzing with electricity. Something unspoken grew between them, while they stared at each other in silence, hypnotised by one another. His eyes seemed to burn, and in correspondence her skin seemed to be singing to him, as if asking for the fire to get closer.

She felt like floating, feeling the warmth of the sun while your back was cold from the water, like her body was being consumed by every single feeling she had buried for so long.

At the beginning, before her feelings had developed to something more, every time they would hang out, it was like walking in paths only they could see, as if Nikolai could create a new universe for them, they were young and naive, and they would play almost all day. Soon they were both teenagers and their games became more of adventures, they would escape late in the night and only return in the morning, they would secretly learn how to sail and join parties in disguises. Somewhere between all those adventures and laughs, she had fallen in love, it had no use in denying what it was. Sometimes she would still refer to it as only feelings, but she knew what it was. Knew it since the day she could still feel his touch lingering on her skin even after hours passed, since the day his smile became her own sun, and his tears a dark night. But so much had happened, so much was still happening, and she just never had the chance to tell him. There is also the fact that she doesn't know how he will react, if he will reciprocate the feelings and even if he did, if it would be possible for them to have anything. And now those same paths only they walked were a maze, they would still find each other at every turn, but there were too many things left unsaid, waiting.

His hazel eyes seemed to shift, reading her face, searching for something, and before she could say anything, he leaned in and grabbed her hand. He had found what he was looking for. His fingers entwined with her own, summer was cold compared to how warm his skin felt against hers. She wished to never let go of him ever again.

Her heart was undecided, not knowing if it would beat crazily or stop right there. Nikolai looks down at their hands for just a second before searching for her eyes again and letting it go to trail his fingers up her skin. His light, feathered touch, finally bringing the fire she so desperately wanted it to consume her. He stops at her shoulder, gently pulling her closer, even then, a small smirk is forming at the corner of his lips, and his eyes are filled with what she can only describe as desire. Her heart decides it then.

Nikolai watches her, observing how her eyes move to his lips and then back to his face again, the smirk he has is quick to disappear once she closes her hands on his wrist and moves it to her face, her touch had not ever felt like this before. It feels like she is dancing, so enchanting and agile.

“Nikolai,” she whispers, and her voice never had been so vicious as that. Nikolai could beg for her to speak again, he wants to hear her non-stop, his name had never been said like that. “Do you…” she trails off, seeming to rethink her words, but he has no time for that, he wants to hear her again, desperately needs to know what is going through her mind. He can understand her, he always can, but he needs to hear it this time.

“What, darling?” He asks, not bothering to hide the desperation in his tone.

“I want you.”

His body answers first, his fingers that were now on her cheek cupping her face, pulling her even closer, his own body already leaning in. He stops then, mere inches away from her face, “If that's your wish.” He whispers, not knowing how he was able to form these words, but happy he did when he watches her smile.

She moves and closes the distance, Nikolai holds a breath now that their foreheads are touching.

“Sometimes,” she leans in just enough for her lips to brush against his, making him sigh and tension beneath her, “I feel like I was made just for you.”

Before Nikolai can respond to her confession, her lips are pressing against his. His brain short-circuits, overwhelmed, but his body does what he so fiercely wants. It feels like everything he wished for, it feels better than that. His free hand searches for her desperately, pulling her into his lap. Nikolai wants nothing more than to never stop, he has waited for this for too long.

When they do back away, he can only hope she can feel the same, that she can feel him singing to her, heart beating so fast he might collapse.

“Or, that we were made for each other.” She whispers then, eyes hazy and dreamy.

Nikolai doesn't even know where to begin, how to answer, there are too many words to say, too many things to confess, and this uncontrollable desire to kiss her until he gets drunk.

“Do you see that?” She asks, vulnerability taking over her features now, worriedness dripping from her voice. Her fear was senseless, Nikolai thinks, because no man loved her as he did.

“I would be an idiot not to see,” Nikolai kisses the corner of her mouth in awe, “how could I not see, my darling?”

They kiss again, messier than before, all the confessions so strongly kept hidden now coming out. Every stolen glance, every joke told just to hear each other laughs, every lingering touch pushing them closer.

“I dreamt of you for a long time.” He confesses, holding her face so that she can stare at him. “I’ve seen it all along.”

“Nikolai,” she whispers his name, happy tears filling her eyes.

“You’re meant for me.”

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x fem!reader #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfic

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hiskillingjar · 6 months ago

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i am so obsessed with ur writing 🩷 this is actually really tame but i feel weird requesting it lol. could i get ren (or anyone really) with a reader who has a small chest (boobs? breasts? tits??). havent felt insecure about them in so long until recently and im spiraling. u can go from there with whatever u want. thank u!!

thankl you!! i've been literally all about boobs lately so....yeah alright!

900+ words, fem mc, chest referred to as breasts and boobs. you know how it goes.

Your entire life had a subtext now, which you were beginning to learn during your imprisonment.

You were watching placidly as Ren put together a new anime figure, his little, pink tongue poking out as he carefully lined up each notch of shiny plastic and pushed them together, all contributing to the elaborate diorama that he had probably spent way too much money on.

You might have rolled your eyes at his childish indulgence, his total lack of awareness as he put together a model of a busty cat-girl trying to hold a towel to her heaving chest, had you not been having a slightly…well, self-conscious moment about your own body.

Because there was that subtext now.

The lingering thought of not being good enough for Ren, so much so that he had to fulfil what you couldn't give him with perverted toys and crudely drawn pornography.

"You don't…really like girls like that, do you?" You mumbled, idly chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Hm? Like what?" Ren asked, not looking up from the task at hand as he slid a miniature plastic towel rack into place on the thick base.

"Like," You sighed and rolled your eyes, almost annoyed at yourself for asking. "This character…do you really think she's that pretty?"

"Yeah, of course I do!" He said, looking up like you were saying the obvious. "She's one of my favourites for a reason, you know, she's a total cutie pie. Like, she's depicted as heavier in the manga, obviously, but I really like that the anime was mostly faithful to her body type and skin tone." He was rambling now, as his eyes went back down to his figure and he smiled even wider. "Cus, ya know, you don't tend to see anime with chubbier girls, let alone anime that merchandisers pick up on...."

"Mph," You looked to the side, embarrassed that you had been so self-conscious to begin with. "R-Right…of course."

"What, are you jealous?" Ren then asked, his golden eyes on yours again and a coy smile on his face

"I'm not jealous!" You said quickly, looking back towards him. "It's just…well, i-it's typical that you'd think like that." You huffed and crossed your arms. "You don't actually care about…well, representation or whatever. You just like girls like that."

"Girls like what?" He grinned again, his fox tail wagging as you stammered and over-explained.

"Like…" Your cheeks flushed. "Big boobs and stuff."

"Mm, that sounds like you're jealous. Jealous over a girl that doesn't even exist, hah!" He barked out a hyena-esque cackle and leaned over his desk, bringing his face closer to yours. "Well, what's wrong with liking curvy girls? Obviously, it's important that Kitten-Chan is heavier, for, like, body positivity stuff or whatever, but…I do just think she's really cute. What's wrong with that, huh?"

"Whatever…" You rolled your eyes again. "Forget I said anything."

"No, no, this is way too cute" Ren laughed, pacing to the other side of his desk, and pressing his chest to yours in a close (and non-consenting) hug. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at you more closely. "You're all flustered and stutter-y. It's pretty fun to tease you like this."

"What are you teasing me for?" You murmured, as his hands drifted down your hips, toying with the tie of your pyjama shorts.

"Because it's cute, and because I want to, duh," Ren replied with another little titter, keening in closer and rubbing his nose against your jaw, down your neck. "And you're such an easy target for it too. I mean, look at you." He leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck, giving you a quick little nip. "You're even defensive about your boob size~"

"I-!" You yelped at the bite, cheeks flushed and your hands trembling down at your sides. "I'm not…defensive about that..."

Ren then raised his head to look you in the eye, his expression nauseatingly smug and his ears raised high.

"Oh, you're not?" He asked, raising a brow. "Sure is looking like it to me, sweetie…"

He then reached upwards for your chin, lifting your head and holding your gaze as his own narrowed, his expression hot and hungry and dripping with that unspoken subtext between you.

"You have no reason to be self-conscious, you know…" He murmured, the hand on your hip reaching up to your chest, idly pawing at you. "I mean, I like curvy girls, sure, but I like you too." He chuckled again and lowered his lips back to your neck, kissing the spot he nipped as he slid his hand down the front of your tank-top and palmed your breast roughly. "You're the one here, after all."

"You say that like it's a good thing…" You sighed, your hands still trembling from the effort you were putting in not to reach forward and grab his hips like he had to you.

"I think it is…" He replied, running his thumb (his claw) over your swelled nipple, and relishing in the little gasp you let out at the contact, the way you jerked and trembled. "And I think you think so, too."

You bit your lip as he reached forward and pulled the front of your tank down, the barely-there heft of your breasts not enough to keep it rolled down completely.

"Don't be so insecure, sweetie," He crooned, both hands now squeezing and groping at your chest indulgently. "I like your small boobs a lot…they're just so cute."

"Mm," You bit your lip to hide a fuller moan, your face flushed and your eyelids fluttering with pleasure as his claws dragged over your nipples again.

"And so sensitive~"

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #qs #drabbles #i'm getting anxious about health reasons and writing kind of distracts me so yayyyyyy

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sonic-love-island-official · 2 months ago

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Amy (Bio/Character design ramble)

Oh, Amy, my sweetheart <3 Her bio & design ramble is finally here ! (under the cut x)

Amy Rose is a 22 year-old small business owner from Central City. She comes onto the Island (as an og), with the intention of finding her soulmate.

Amy is a girl who just radiates sunshine. Her bright, bubbly disposition and kind nature makes her a focal point in the villa, whether she's aware of it or not. Amy is extremely intuitive, strong-willed and has a good judgement of character, leading her to make accurate decisions surrounding her connections with the other Islanders. A true force of nature, Amy has a natural aptitude for impacting the lives of everyone she meets, with her gentle consideration or with her fiery wrath. In spite of her age, Amy comes with a handful of mature, sensible values and boundaries. But that doesn't hold back her juvenile dream of a white-picket-fence future, seen through her rose-tinted glasses...

External design choices !! (visual appearance - incl. formation of base sim, references taken, makeup choices, fashion style... etc.)

I'll try my best to describe strictly the similarities between Amy's sim translation and her canon, hedgehog counterpart, as it was my sister who created her sim !

Amy, much like Sonic, has very round facial features and Amy’s sim counterpart takes on those features as well. Her face and eyes retain as much of their soft shape and when Amy puffs her cheeks (image 4), it becomes all the more prominent. Canon Amy has a much smaller, button-shaped nose than the likes of Sonic or Shadow, and I feel like that also translated well into her sim. Can I just appreciate here that her lips are so 💕💕

For her hair, keeping her bob-cut was the direction we took. A lot of people like to depict Amy with longer hair/quills to signify she's grown up (personally, this idea never sits right with me for some reason ?? Maybe it's because I'm a short-haired girlie myself), but for this human AU, and to make Amy look as close to Amy as possible, sticking with the short hair was the way to go. We directly colour picked the RGB code from her modern canon design as well. All in all, this hair really suits her and is perfect for any occasion (it's got to be one of my favourite CC hairs we have too. It's beautiful). Additionally, there's a small hint of blonde in her roots, as my sister headcanons Human! Amy to be a natural blonde.

Another detail that's included in Amy's design is her fitness. Amy's canon and sim translation are both very active and physically strong, but it doesn't quite look like it ? They both have fairly thin arms, yet could haul something ten times their own size. Due to Amy's (sim) skin overlay, she has a set of abs beneath that swimsuit and I think that is so fitting for her character. Her skin tone has pinkish undertones as well, I've noticed, and I like that that plays quite nicely into her overall design.

I've yet to mention Amy's number one talent: she suits everything. Put any item of clothing, in any colour on Amy and she looks impeccable. Therefore, she has no set style ! Of course, she gravitates towards brighter colours and cutesy items, but she's been dressed in countless different things purely because it's impossible to go wrong with her. Amy's one of my personal favourites to make outfits for, just because her model is that versatile.

Amy's makeup began very simple. A red/pink glossy lipstick, highlighter, blush and a small winged eyeliner. That has been kept fairly consistent (I don't imagine Amy wears a ton of makeup on a day to day basis on the outside) with some variations. Other times, if she's making a statement, she'll branch out and go for something more bold, but more often than not, Amy likes to keep her look quite soft and in a colour palette suited to her.

Internal design choices !! (personality, characteristics, psychology)

I've really grown to love and admire Amy's character over time, and there's some aspects of her character that shine the brightest. I want to honour that in this project; she's truly a gem. As for my sister, she's an Amy kinnie, so she doesn't need to analyse Amy's character as much as I do when it comes to writing for her.

Amy, like the others, is a mixture of her characterisations throughout Sonic media. For the most part, she's the Amy of the game continuity: a bundle of positive energy. Persistent, selfless, bright-eyed with optimism, but also sometimes hot-headed, overbearing and a little obsessive. She's so shamelessly herself that stripping anything away from what makes Amy Amy felt criminal. Some of the Islanders may try and tear her down (and some almost succeed), but her indomitable will is immortal. Three cheers to Amy being Amy because she's incredible <3

Amy also prominently exhibits behaviours more akin to her Sonic Boom and Frontiers characterisation when it comes to maturity. Amy is still young, and she makes that evident in her words, actions and ideals, but the way she navigates her relationships with others is so much more adult than even the older Islanders. She can set healthy boundaries, address the tough stuff when needed while also having reasonable expectations, despite her 'hopeless romantic' inclination.

Even so, that side of her runs deep. Amy's prone to flights of fancy. That little girl that dreams of finding true love, getting married and living happily ever after lives on within her. Amy's journey is about finding the balance between idealism and seeing things from a more realistic standpoint (which she very well knows how to do !! It's all in convincing herself that this balance is already present within her).

Fun facts / trivia :

Upon entering the villa, Amy is accompanied by her beloved soft toy, Birdie — a reference to the Flicky she assisted in Sonic Adventure.

Even though Amy isn't anyone of influential status, she surprisingly is well-connected with famous faces within the AU.

Amy used to live in an apartment in Station Square, prior to The Flood.

#sonic love island au #sonic love island character bios #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic series #sth #amy rose #the sims 3 #character bio #character design #sonic au

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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 8 months ago

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42. "Is this okay?" - John, new to gift giving, giving something nice to Linda.

Or...

38. "I like your laugh." - Fred to Kelly when he tells her a joke that caught her off-guard.

From this prompt list again!

42. "Is this okay?" - John, new to gift giving, giving something nice to Linda.

“What’s this, Chief?” Linda asked casually, nodding her head at the small package resting on her bunk. They were alone in Blue Team’s designated barracks – Fred and Kelly had wandered off some time ago, most likely to cause problems somewhere near S-Deck. Usually their conspicuous absence would have made John nervous, but today he was grateful for the privacy. “Something the armory scrounged up,” the Master Chief responded, trying to keep his tone light and casual. “Thought you might like to take a look at it.” A small smile graced the sniper’s pale pink lips as she shot John a sideways glance, her hands reaching out to snatch the parcel off her pillow. “And just what might I find in here?” she prodded carefully, studying the plain brown packaging with mounting interest. John felt a smile of his own cross his lips as Linda’s curiosity quickly got the better of her. “I guess you’ll just have to open it up and find out,” he answered cryptically, enjoying the annoyed eyeroll that his deflection earned him. He grinned even wider when, less than five seconds later, Linda was eagerly opening the recyclable container to reveal the secrets hidden within. Suddenly, though, the legendary Master Chief felt an uncharacteristic sensation of nervousness grip the base of his spine. He’d read Linda’s file, and as such he knew that her birthday was coming up in a few days. Spartans didn’t customarily celebrate birthdays, but he’d felt the need to get her something to commemorate the day of her birth anyway. At the time he hadn’t been sure why, and now he wasn’t sure why he was so worried about liking what he had chosen for her. Linda made quick work of the packaging, then slowly lifted the cloth-wrapped present hidden inside. “Is this what I think it is?” she asked, shooting John a look from beneath her scarlet eyebrows. Without waiting for an answer, her nimble fingers quickly removed the soft cloth and revealed the Oracle XS – a new scope for the SRS99-series sniper rifles that was still in its experimental phase. Linda stared at the scope in her hands for several long moments in perfect silence. With every passing second, John felt his anxiety increase. “Is… is this okay?” he finally asked haltingly. He knelt down beside her, finding comfort in just her proximity. The sniper finally tore her eyes away from her gift and smiled brightly at John. “It’s perfect,” she breathed happily. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get my hands on one of these things for weeks.” When John let out a relieved sigh, Linda just chuckled. She leaned forward and gently rested her forehead against his, her cool skin immediately banishing the tension he had been feeling. “Thank you,” she breathed, closing her eyes and contentedly leaning into him. John allowed his own eyes to flutter shut as well as he leaned into her touch. “Happy birthday,” he whispered.

38. "I like your laugh." - Fred to Kelly when he tells her a joke that caught her off-guard.

Kelly didn’t mean to laugh so hard. Fred had merely pointed out a grunt that had been burned to a crisp by some kind of explosion during the battle and said, “If they’d invited me to the barbecue, there’d be nothing left.” It wasn’t even that funny. But she was tired, possibly concussed, and it was a little funny… so she laughed. She laughed a lot harder than she’d meant to. She laughed until she snorted. Now they were standing, stock still in the middle of a war-torn street. Kelly felt her cheeks redden as she realized that Fred was staring at her, his head cocked ever-so-slightly to one side as he studied her curiously. “Got something to say?” she asked, her voice somewhat defensive. Fred stared at her for a few more seconds in silence. Then he shrugged nonchalantly – no easy feat when fully encased in MJOLNIR Mk IV armor, but somehow he made it seem as fluid and easy as if he were completely unencumbered. “I like your laugh,” he finally explained, the smile on his lips clearly evident in his voice even though it was hidden behind his helmet. Then he turned and continued down the street toward the designated rendezvous point. Kelly watched him go, trying unsuccessfully to convince herself that she wasn’t admiring the figure his silhouette cut against the backdrop of the destroyed city. He liked her laugh. She felt her cheeks redden even more before she pushed the thought aside. She had work to do. She didn’t have time to fixate on some flirtatious comment from her teammate. That would have to wait until later.

#halo #john 117 #linda 058 #john 117 x linda 058 #fred 104 #kelly 087 #fred 104 x kelly 087 #halo fanfic #my writing #writing prompts

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madebyparakiss · 6 months ago

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Blessings of You ー Chap. 3

𖦹 f!reader , aged-up megumi, college au, slow burn

warnings: cursing ; wc 1.4k

Chap. 3 : Tans That Tattoo

The weekend finally rolls around as the first week of August comes to an end. A heat wave overtook the city of Tokyo, leaving the inside streets to minimal activity. Tourists scatter, oozing with sweat and money for the local shops. Your phone vibrates with a loud buzz every few seconds waking you up from your light sleep. Last night's shift lasted long, your heels sinking into the soles of your feet. After getting home late into the evening, you ended up collapsing onto your bed, forgetting to take off the former day's makeup. It's smeared across your hadakake, sheets made for summer.

In the mists of your awakening, your friend Mai, calls you. Despite her furious looks and furrowing eyebrows, she's rather nice. She always makes to include you knowing your habit of neglecting plans. "Let's go to the beach Y/N!" she exclaims.

You groan at the thought of sand in your hair and your shoulders peeling with a sunburn. Then again the thought of submerging cold blue waves was welcomed nicely. After a few minutes of thought you considered it.

Repetition feels good. It's reliable and can't fail you. Shoving everything into a beach bag, You slip on a sundress and some flip-flops.

"Alright" you grumble. Mai yelps with excitement and the line clicks.

You roll over facing the sun. Its warmth blinds you, forcing you to lay your forearm over your eyes. A day at the beach, you think. In one motion you rise to your feet, grabbing a bright bikini with orange and pink hibiscuses. It shapes your boobs nicely while complimenting your skin tone. You also grab a hat and some sunglasses, as well as a spray sunblock and towel with dolphins on it. Packing for the beach was simple. It's always the same items but in different colors. It's not like your part time where the uniform changes based on the job.

The station is fairly close to your apartment taking you from Ueno to Shinjuku. There at Shinjuku station, you meet up with some friends from school. Momo, a short American-Japanese girl with bright blonde hair wears a blue dress with a matching beach bag. Her hair put up into two ponies suits her cutesy aura. Mai, who's much taller stands with her hand on her hat. She's wearing a ditsy black floral dress and a sunhat with a black lace ribbon. Her face is flushed with a light sunburn similar to blush. Trailing behind them is Miwa. Her hair is almost neon blue and her bangs look as if they were cut by a blind person. Nevertheless, she was a cute girl. Her big eyes suited her unusual haircut. Her yellow sundress contrasting her hair made her more welcoming than she already was.

From Shinjuku, the four of you take a train to a beach in Kanagawa. The water is rather murky and unattractive. Nothing like what you had imagined. It laps against the blackish sand. Children frolic in the shallows and surfers ride the summer waves. High schoolers sit in groups, filming videos on their Digi-cams and shoving each other in the water. The sounds of summer are the sounds of Youth. You each sprawl your towels beneath a couple of umbrellas. The sea breeze whispers against your skin. Under the umbrellas the heat is bearable. Enjoyable even.

The gentle lap of waves, the breeze brushing your body cool, the hum of humanity lulls you to sleep.

There on that beach, you slept for 2 hours rotating positions in a half-conscious effort to at least get an even tan. Rolling over you meet face-to-face with the boy at the convenience store. "Am I dreaming?" you mutter to yourself.

Blinking hard, you rise to sit crisscross attempting to wake yourself up a bit more. You've tanned under the sun rays for so long. Facing your friends you notice four unfamiliar faces amongst them. A girl who resembles Mai sits next to Momo, glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She looks a lot more serious, her gaze focused on the condensation dripping down a can of soda. Then, next to her lying on her stomach is a girl with warm brown hair. Her lip is curled upwards and her creased eyebrows point downwards as she hits the same pink-haired boy from yesterday. He laughs, throwing his head back at something that must have been said. Momo and Mai both stare at you, covering their mouths with their hands giggling.

Confused, you look around and see Megumi, the boy from the other day smiling. Even Miwa seems to find something funny. Surrounding you are the eyes of new and familiar people, all covered with the same smug look.

"What are you guys laughing at?" you question, waking up fully.

"Oh nothing" Mai says.

The boy with pink hair couldn't take it anymore. He bursts out laughing, clenching his hands to his stomach. Everyone else begins to laugh except for the girl with glasses and Megumi. His smile continues to grow though. You face him, they're sparkling like the sun on the reflection of the sea.

During your first encounter, it seemed as though he had no emotion but right now his gaze was soft and his smile was gentle. He lifts his hand towards your forehead and peels off some stickers. Too hypnotized to react, you continue to stare, your eyes tracing his features until you reach his lips.

You're broken from your trance by the sound of laughter coming in front of you. His cheeks are now flushed red and pinched between his fingers are a couple of stickers.

Two orange stickers and a sliced apple sticker in the shape of a dick sticks to his hands. Then the realization hits. You grab the nearest phone swiping to the camera app. On your forehead, there is a massive tan line in the shape of a disproportional penis. On your chin and cheeks, stickers are slipping too, leaving their irregular shapes.

You can feel everyone tense up at your silence.

"What the fuck??" You exclaim, a laugh slipping from your lips. Everyone else laughs too, including the girl with the glasses.

After a couple of sodas and laughs you all exchange your contacts. By the time your phone reaches Megumi, he's already gotten up making his way to the nearest vending machine. You follow him, phone in hand. You can barely feel the burning sensation of the hot sand as your feet sink with each step. At last, you reach him. "Megumi, give me your Line ID," you demand in a lighthearted voice. He lifts his hand, clicking for a tea on the machine. He hands it to you swapping it with your phone. Megumi's eyes are dull again as he looks down his hair flattened on his head. The water washed out any gel, making his hair fall over his eyes when he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry about everything" he whispers.

"What do you mean?" your hand with the drink drops. "What are you talking about? You don't have to give me your number..." you mutter. For some reason this upsets you.

He looks up, beginning to speak. Megumi types in his ID, adding himself on your phone.

"I'll text you about everything tonight," He says handing back your device.

Then it clicks. The reason he looked so unusual and captivating was because he WAS a familiar face. Megumi was a student at your international school.

He was friends with the people that ruined your life. Maybe not close, but he was there. He was there when they tore pieces of your life apart. They broke your necklace from your father who is thousands of miles away. They broke the makeup your mother worked hard to gift you. They spilled lunch in your school bag ruining your books and getting you in trouble. They unscrewed the nuts of your chair, causing it to crash beneath your body embarrassing you in front of everyone.

He knew this.

He had been there a few times but always left before it got bad. The tormenting was so awful you left a day after graduation, leaving nothing but an empty bedroom and a sad mother. You walk off, biting down on the insides of your cheeks to stop the feeling of hatred from eating your soul.

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#fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #jjk writing #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader

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enchantedchocolatebars · 11 months ago

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Borrowing Papa's Gloves (The Saturday Bonus Fic) ❄️ 🧤

(Based on these au headcanons by @livvychoclate)

"Snow!" Little Alma gasped while in her pink pajamas, staring with sparkly eyes at all the white, powdery stuff that covered the driveway from her room window.

"It snowed last night! It snowed!" She exclaimed with a bright smile, her cute face pressed against the window glass.

The small girl was too excited to contain herself as she quickly left her room and entered the room of her sleeping parents to let them know about the frosty fluff.

"Mamá, Papá, it snowed last night! There's snow outside!" Alma gleefully announced.

Hearing their daughter's cheerful voice, Beardo Philip and Camila slowly awaken from their slumber.

"Oh, it did?" Camila yawned as she stretched her arms and grabbed her specs from her nightstand before sliding them on.

She smiled when she saw Alma's smile.

"Mm-hmm!" Alma replied with a hum and a small nod before continuing. "Can we all go outside in the snow together?"

"As long as everyone dresses appropriately for the weather," Philip chuckled as he placed a small peck on Camila's cheek, which caused her to giggle at the affection.

"Yay!" Alma cheered, raising both of her hands.

...

Once their jackets were on, Camila and Philip made sure that Alma was bundled up in a coat and scarf.

They didn't want their baby to catch a cold.

...

"Watch your step, mija. It's slippery," Camila told Alma in a gentle tone as she carefully guided Alma down the steps.

Closing the front door, Philip followed the girls down.

Luz was already outside with a huge frown on her face as she used a shovel to clear a path for the car to exit the driveway.

On snow days, shoveling the driveway was one of the morning chores she had to complete.

Philip took notice of his step-daughter's displeased expression. "Why the long face, Luzura?" He asked her. "I thought you loved the snow!"

She certainly did when he and she took trips to the Knee while they were still in the Boiling Isles together.

"Yeah," Luz grumbled in response. "When I'm not scooping it all up."

Luz usually did love the snow!

However, the snow and her became mortal enemies when she had to shovel it.

Camila was unable to resist giggling in her hand at her eldest.

"Mamá, when I grow up big like Luz, will you teach me how to shovel the snow?" Alma asked while stomping happily in the snow.

Camila showed her a sweet smile. "Aww, of course I will, baby."

"Yay!" Alma cheered as she continued to hop.

Philip smiled alongside his wife. "Isn't that just adorable, my love? She wants to be like her big sister."

Camila nodded in agreement with him.

"Yup!" Alma chirped before crouching down to bury her gloveless hands in the snow.

"Ah, baby, no, don't do that!" Camila is quick to help her daughter stand up.

"Why not, mamá?" Alma asked with innocent eyes.

"Because you'll give yourself frostbite if you do," Her mother told her.

Alma was confused. "But... frost can't bite you..."

She titled her head some. "... Can it? It's not a person, or a dog, or a big scary alligator."

Both Camila and Philip let out a laugh.

"No, no, mija, the snow isn't actually biting you. Frostbite happens when your skin freezes from being in the cold too long," Camila explains.

"It's not a pleasant feeling," Philip would add on.

A sad look appeared on Alma's face as her shoulders slouched slightly.

"Aww, but I wanna stick my hands in the snow," She cutely whines, sticking her lip out some in a pout.

This made Philip chuckle.

"To do that, you'll need to wear gloves," Camila would state in a gentle but firm voice.

"Here," Philip kindly said, removing his gloves to give them to his daughter as he placed them on her precious little hands.

"You can borrow mine."

Elation spread on Alma's face as she admired the gloves and wiggled her fingers in them.

Although they were way too big for her, she didn't care.

"Thank you, papá!" Alma beamed before giving her father a big hug.

Philip gently ruffled up her curly hair and chuckled. "Of course, angel," He replied with a smile.

When Alma resumed playing by shoving her now gloved hands in the snow, she picked up a handful and threw it in the air as it sprinkled down.

Philip and Camila happily watched her repeat this action as Camila slowly placed her head on Philip's shoulder.

The sight of their daughter having fun in the snow brought them both great joy.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #camila noceda #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #beardo philip #moldy crumpet husbando #belosfanstakeover #camilip #camila x philip #philip x camila #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #writing #my writing

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heygrrrlratpiss · 2 years ago

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Hello, clue crew! I thought I’d start a series called “What I Would Wear in the Nancy Drew PC Video Games!” Basically I’ll create outfit moodboards, each in order of their release dates, then I’ll try to recreate them with the clothes I have in my closet :) These posts will get pretty long btw, just so you know.

@elliotchen-apologist actually inspired me to do this series because of the moodboards they post (which are cool asf, too, btw). For every look I try to fit the time period, the weather of the games, and the way the other characters are dressed (thank you, Nancy Drew wiki). I’ll do some makeup looks, too. There are some outfits I won’t recreate because I don’t have all the clothes in the world (rip), but I will do my best.

Without further ado, here’s the first post in the series:

Secrets Can Kill (1998)

I feel like striped shirts were really popular in the 90’s. I have a lot of them, but I felt like this one really encapsulates the time period because Grumpy the Care Bear is sewn onto the front of it :) I also know that denim skirts were extremely popular during that time (ignore the pocket sticking out 😭). Converse are like a classic sneaker, so they basically go with any casual outfit. You can’t see it, but I put my hair up in a high half up half down ponytail with a light pink scrunchie.

I also had another shirt that matched the one in the moodboard closer because of its multiple colors; I couldn’t pick which one I liked best; just ignore how it’s riding up:

Here’s the makeup I chose for it:

I’m not too comfortable showing my whole face, so I cropped out the parts instead. I looked up teen makeup in the 90’s, and I got what I expected: blue eyeshadow (ignore the dark looking smudges because they’re actually my eyelashes casting a shadow; my lashes are pin straight, so it’s a struggle to keep them curled). I also lined my lips with a darker lipstick since that was a pretty big trend back then. I put blush on the center of my cheeks for a more youthful look, too, but it might not be too visible tbh.

Stay Tuned for Danger (1999)

I went for a more professional, mature look with this one. The suspects are in their thirties at the very least and dress more seriously, so I thought it’d be more appropriate. I, again, couldn’t pick between two shirts, so I decided to add both; the one on the left has a v-neck that exposes more of the button up underneath and has a crocheted look to it while the one on the right is a plain cotton sweater with a crew neck. The skirt’s a bit big, so I had to pin it back a bit so it wouldn’t flare out as much. I have these really ugly shoes from an interview I did a couple years back that look a bit like penny loafers, so I slipped those on with white crew socks, and, to be honest, I actually really like the way it looks. Guess they just needed to be styled right. I put my hair in a simple half up half down hairstyle instead with a couple of hair strands.

As for the makeup, I felt like a simple look would fit well. I put concealer that’s a bit too dark for my skin tone on my eyelids (you might see a more yellowy tinge to them if you zoom in close) as well as some mascara. Looking back I think I should’ve done like a simple brown eyeshadow look instead but whatever. No blush this time. A red lip is considered a classic look, so I did that as well.

Message in a Haunted Mansion (2000)

Here’s the final outfit for part one :) I based this one off of what Rose was wearing (namely the top she was wearing). Honestly I couldn’t tell if it was a sweater or a sweatshirt, but I went with a sweatshirt of mine because of the high neck like the top she wore underneath; it’s also fleece lined :D Perfect for the winter setting. I went with mom jeans to pay homage to Nancy and her apparently horrendous fashion sense (though I personally think she slays; everyone’s a critic, I guess 🙄). I went with red Converse this time because it’s the same pair in the moodboard I made and also because it’s the only thing I think would suit this outfit. Look I know it was 2000, but they were still transitioning from the 90’s, so I added slouch socks, and I think they were at least semi-popular in the 90’s?? Either way I think they’re cute, so I added them. My hair was in a simple ponytail for this one with the strands still out because I just think it’s really cute. No makeup for this one; I just felt like the vibe didn’t suit it.

And that’s it! I hope at least some people enjoyed this post because I worked really hard on it 😭😭

#pleaaase let this post do well omg #kinda nervous to show parts of my face even though it’s just a couple parts el oh el #nancy drew #nancy drew games #nancy drew pc games #nancy drew video games #clue crew #her interactive #secrets can kill #SCK #stay tuned for danger #STFD #message in a haunted mansion #MHM

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clariannahoney · 2 months ago

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Sunset Rendezvous on Hawaiian Sands

*Loosely based on Katy Perry’s Harley’s In Hawaii*

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Jackson Wang leaned back on his motorcycle, feeling the rumble of the engine beneath him as he coasted along the winding coastal road. The wind whipped through his hair, carrying with it the scent of salt and seaweed, a heady mix that made him feel alive. He had been riding for hours, the curves of the road a dance that he knew by heart, but today felt different. Today, there was a sense of anticipation, a pull towards something just out of reach.

He turned off the main road, following a narrow path that led to a secluded beach. The sand was soft under his tires, and he parked the bike near a cluster of palm trees, their fronds swaying gently in the breeze. Jackson stripped down to his swimsuit, the fabric clinging to his toned body as he walked towards the water. The sun warmed his skin, making him feel weightless, free. He closed his eyes, letting the waves lap at his feet, the sound of the ocean a soothing lullaby.

It was then that he heard it—the distant roar of another engine, growing louder with each passing second. Jackson opened his eyes, watching as a sleek black motorcycle pulled up beside his. The rider cut the engine, the silence that followed almost deafening. Jackson's heart quickened as he took in the sight before him. The rider was a woman, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her body encased in a leather jacket that hugged her curves. She removed her helmet, revealing a face that was both fierce and beautiful, her eyes a deep, intense blue.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice smooth and confident.

Jackson swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Not at all," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine. She slipped off her jacket, revealing a bikini top that left little to the imagination. Jackson couldn't tear his eyes away as she walked towards the water, her hips swaying with each step. He followed, his mind racing with questions. Who was she? What was she doing here? And why did he feel like he had known her forever?

They stood side by side, the water lapping at their ankles, the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon. The sky was a riot of colors—pinks, oranges, purples—a masterpiece painted across the heavens. Jackson stole a glance at her, catching her eye as she looked his way. There was a moment of silent understanding between them, a connection that transcended words.

"I'm Emily," she said, breaking the silence.

"Jackson," he replied, his voice steady.

Emily nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "This place... it's special, isn't it?"

Jackson nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is."

For a while, they stood in companionable silence, the only sounds the crashing of the waves and the rustling of the palm leaves. But there was something more, something electric in the air between them. Jackson could feel it, a tension that was both exciting and unnerving. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to see if she felt it too.

"Do you come here often?" Emily asked, her voice casual, but there was an edge to it, a curiosity that Jackson couldn't ignore.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "It's a good place to clear my head."

Emily turned to him, her eyes searching his face. "And what were you thinking about when I showed up?"

Jackson hesitated, caught off guard by the directness of her question. "Honestly? I wasn't really thinking about anything. I was just... existing."

Emily smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, maybe I can help you think about something else."

Before Jackson could respond, she stepped closer, her body brushing against his. The contact was electrifying, sending a jolt of desire through him. He could smell the faint scent of coconut on her skin, a reminder of the tropical paradise they were in. His breath hitched as she reached up, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of his jaw.

"What do you want, Jackson?" she whispered, her lips inches from his.

Jackson's mind raced, a thousand thoughts swirling through his head. But one thought stood out above the rest—he wanted her. He wanted to feel her, to taste her, to lose himself in the moment. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, waiting for her response.

Emily didn't hesitate. She pressed her lips to his, a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened. Jackson's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her back, his tongue exploring the contours of her mouth. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace.

As the kiss continued, Jackson's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her bikini, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest. Emily moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she urged him closer.

Breaking the kiss, Jackson trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. Emily gasped, her head falling back as she arched into his touch. He moved lower, his mouth finding the swell of her breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak of her nipple. Emily's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she cried out his name.

Jackson's arousal was undeniable, his cock straining against the confines of his swimsuit. He needed to be inside her, to feel the heat of her body surrounding him. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the soft sand. They fell together, the cool sand beneath them a stark contrast to the fire burning between them.

Emily's hands were everywhere, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. Jackson groaned, his hands fumbling with the ties of her bikini. He needed to see her, to feel her bare skin against his. With a swift motion, he pulled the fabric aside, exposing her fully to his gaze.

Her body was perfect, every curve sculpted by nature itself. Jackson couldn't resist, his mouth descending once more, this time to worship her breasts. He suckled at her nipples, laving them with his tongue until she writhed beneath him, her cries of pleasure filling the air.

"Jackson... please..." Emily begged, her voice trembling with need.

Jackson needed no further encouragement. He shifted lower, his fingers parting her thighs, seeking the wet heat that awaited him. He found her clit, circling it with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside her. Emily gasped, her hips bucking against his hand as he thrust deeper, his fingers curling to find that sweet spot inside her.

"Oh God, yes..." Emily panted, her body arching as she came undone beneath him.

Jackson watched in awe as her orgasm swept through her, her body convulsing with pleasure. He withdrew his fingers, his own need demanding release. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing with anticipation. Emily reached down, guiding him to her entrance, her eyes locked onto his as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

The sensation was overwhelming, the tight heat of her pussy gripping him as he slid inside. Jackson groaned, his head falling back as he filled her completely. They moved together, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built the tension between them. Emily's nails dug into his back, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice husky with desire.

Jackson complied, picking up the pace as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. Emily met his every thrust, her nails leaving red marks on his skin as she clung to him.

"Jackson... I'm close..." Emily breathed, her voice strained with effort.

Jackson gritted his teeth, his own release building within him. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit once more, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Emily cried out, her body tensing as she came again, her inner muscles clenching around him. The sensation was too much, and Jackson followed her over the edge, his release erupting inside her with a force that left him breathless.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the warm evening air. Jackson held her close, his heart still racing as he tried to process what had just happened. This trip wasn't just about exploring Hawaii—it was about discovering something deeper within himself, something he hadn't even realized was missing.

"Jackson," Emily murmured, her voice soft against his ear. "What now?"

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stepswowdsen · 4 months ago

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【KagePro】 KuroEne Speedpaints 🖤💙

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I recorded me doing the rough colour drafts on my KuroEne doodle! 🥰

These aren't refined, and just me roughly filling in the base colours on my sketches to get an idea of colours

Since Idk when I'll get to refine these drawings and clean up the sketch and lines

Tumblr's finnicky with posting videos ngl so I posted YT links this time. I put them as Unlisted. Feel free to check them out if you're interested in my drawing process.

I described my art process in the video description, but I can also put them here too

Kuroha Speedpaint 🖤💛🐍

Recorded me doing the rough base colours for this one 😌 I had a lot of fun choosing the colours for this one! 💗🫶

Original Time: 45 minutes (Sped up by 16x)

BGM: Outer Science Rearrange Cover (ft. Kagamine Len) 🎵

Kuroha and Ene Speedpaint 🖤💙🐍🐇

I did a bit of edits on Kuroha's colours, then filled in the base colours for Ene~

Working with cool colours is super fun 🙌

Original Time: 45 minutes (Sped up by 16x)

BGM: Outer Science (ft. IA & ONE) 🎵

KuroEne Doodles

Different versions I played around with!

(+) Hue shift on Ene

(+) Red hue shift on Kuroha

(+) Hue shift on Ene

(+) Red/pink hue shift and increased saturation on Kuroha's skin

(+) Increased brightness and saturation on OG

(+) Hue shift on Ene

(+) Increased Brightness and red hue shift on Kuroha

(+) More red hue shift on Kuroha

(+) Multiply Layer on both

(+) Hue shift on Ene

(+) More red hue shift on Kuroha

(+) Hue shift on Ene

The more red + purple toned Kuroha has really nice visual contrast against Ene's cool colours (blues) in her design tbh

Continued from yesterday!

I put the video description rambles under the cut (describing my art process)

Kuroha Speedpaint

Decided to fill in the rough base colours for this! I love doing rough colour drafts~ Helps me get a good idea of colours.

I put Outer Science as the BGM. Fitting for the Outer Science Person~

I also love the tuning and adlibs and robotic voice effects on the Len fan-cover of Outer Science so much~ The tuning is superior to the Original so it's my favourite version of Outer Science and my favourite fan-cover.

Watching this fan-cover is what got me into KagePro. It was my first time watching the Outer Science MV.

The tuning and mixing in this fan-made rearrange cover is insanely good. It's stronger than the original. The chorus has so much oomph and power to it in this, and I love the added adlibs and robotic effects on certain lines.

I prefer the instrumentals (guitar riffs, drums, and bass) of the OG though. The fan-cover version's instrumentals sounds more like an arcade, which is also fun.

0:00

I start with colour picking from the colour edit I did as a guide for colours

The faster way to fill in the base colours would be to create a new layer and temporarily close all the lines, then select the outside of the lines, invert the selection, and then use the bucket tool. I'd do this for more refined drawings that are in the lineart stage

I manually fill in the colours when doing rough base colours though. Manually filling in the base colours is relaxing ngl

Since they're rough colour drafts, I'm not shading/blocking in shadows, I just wanna get an idea of how the colours look together

1:05 - 1:10

When I do Gradient Maps and Layer Mode effects, I either clip them to the Colours, or put them in a folder and set them to Through so they can show on the layers underneath it.

I realized I couldn't eye drop the exact colours on the colour edit ref with the Folder set to Through Layer Mode (60% opacity), so I duplicated it, then merged the layers

I also adjusted the settings of my Eyedrop tool later so that it can grab the colour from the image itself, rather than just the colour on the Layer it's on. Cuz if you're not on the exact Layer, then it won't grab any colour.

1:12

I was considering whether I wanted to airbrush the tips of the fingers with a dark gradient cuz I love the darkened gradient limbs design trope. Douman has it canonically, and my friend Raisu added it on Idate's design (which is why I always draw him with it).

Decided to go without it here tho cuz I feel like it takes away from the colours

1:42

Doing colour edits and adjustments with Posterization and Hue/Saturation effects can throw the contrast out of wack, so I adjust the colours myself on my own drawings.

I usually shift the hues of shadows and highlights (in comparison to the base colours) to keep the colours interesting. I try to use different hues for them so the colours can pop more. I was trying to come up with a good colour for the darker black inner clothes

2:17 - 2:25

After roughly colouring the black spirals around him, I use Posterization on CSP.

Window Capture on OBS only records the main window for CSP, but I went to Layer > New Correction Layer > Posterization which creates a Posterization layer. I adjust the colours with this, which increases the contrast and darkens the colours slightly.

I'll probably fix the colours of the dark sleeves manually later.

2:26

I draw my lines on vector layers so I can easily adjust and edit (move and scale down/up) my lines without losing quality.

I duplicate the lineart, so I can use a CSP Auto Action that colours the lines. I used to manually colour my lines, but this one's quick and you can get really pretty line colours with it, cuz it colours the lineart according to the colours underneath.

It doesn't show the windows that performs the Auto Action through the recording, but I downloaded an Auto Action available on the CSP Assets Store that's called "Better Line Color" that follows a series of steps (it can be mimicked manually on other programs) and adjusts the colour of the lines according to the colours underneath it.

I think when I refine the drawing more, I wouldn't have the dark spirals apart of the lineart, and would just paint it instead.

I was playing around with whether I wanted the coloured lineart to be on "Multiply" or "Colour Burn" Layer mode. Depending on the drawing, either has really nice effects.

On my other drawings, like the coloured IdaTatsu and Selena doodles I had, I preferred the coloured lines on Colour Burn Layer mode cuz it adds a subtle saturated glow to the lines. Here, it adds a slightly blue edge to the lineart.

I went with Multiply for now (just cuz this keeps the colours of the black spirals intact better, but I'll consider which one looks better after)

Ene Speedpaint

0:00 - 0:32

I clean up the colours on Kuroha a bit. I also add back the gray transition colour on the hair (between the highlights and base colour)

I brighten the eyes a bit and make it slightly more saturated

0:32

I start filling in the base colours for Ene, picking from a more vibrant colour palette (edit of Sidu's art)

0:45

I realized that her digital structures are shorter on the side closer to her mouth, so I adjusted the lines a bit

0:48

I start filling in the rest of the base colours. At the time, I wasn't whether I want to have Ene's eyes as ice blue or saturate them more…

1:44 I wanted to saturate the skin more so it'd have more contrast, but decided to keep that for later.

1:58 Added a muted gray transition colour on the hair

2:00 Started splotching colours on the sweater and skirt to get an idea of colours.

2:25 Upped the Brightness and Contrast on the skin. Played around with Posterization on the Colours.

Since Kuroha's lines were black, I decided to do the Better Line Color on Kuroha's lines again. This time I used the Bucket tool to colour the lines with a dark blue colour, clipped them, duplicated the lines and then did the Better Line Color Auto Action again.

I also did the same for Ene's lines. I set it on Multiply cuz I liked the soft look the coloured lines

2:42 - 2:51 Before I added the colours, I just had Kuroha's lines above Ene's lines folder, and then had a white layer in the middle.

I was still wondering how I'd show Ene's hand on his sleeve, but Kuroha's colours still being over hers… I was considering just putting the folder of his colours on top of hers, but HMM…

For now though, I just duplicated the lines and colours for a PNG version, then cut from that, for showing on my socials

End: Once I turned back on Kuroha's colours, I realized that I chose a really muted palette for him and a really vibrant one for Ene, so after I finished recording, I played around with the Gradient Maps and saturated the colours and eyes more.

I'll definitely coordinate their colour palettes more later. I'll do a muted version and saturated version.

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