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Hello! Could I possibly request a kimi antonelli × reader. The reader is an F2 DAMS driver and she's in redbull academy and even if she had same/better results in F2 Kimi made it into F1 and she didn't and now she's like having a really hard time not being mad/clearly jealous of Kimi? They were also kinda secretly dating when they both were in F2 and they still didn't officially break up but she has bad anger issues and is either taking them out on Kimi or treating him coldly. And Kimi is trying to fix things. They also bothe still really love each other

won't change- k.antonelli

꩜summary: everyone knew that seat was yours. what happens when your kind-of-boyfriend takes it instead?

꩜pairing: andrea kimi antonelli x fem! reader

꩜a/n: series...? lmk (also THANK you to the person who sent this in i LOVE WRITING ANGST AGAGAGAGGAGAGA)

Imola rolled around quicker than you’d hoped. F2 was great, but it wasn’t F1. You worked. You fought. You raced. You were leading the championship, and it looked like nobody was going to touch you. You were going to run away with it this year, and next year was still unknown. You could end up in FE, maybe Indycar, maybe something else. Probably not F1, Toto had made that clear. Every team talked big talk about wanting you on their team, until it actually came to giving you a seat. Williams and Sauber (soon to be Audi) were offering a reserve driver position. Andretti was offering an Indycar seat. Prema was offering an Indycar reserve driver seat. Alpine was offering a World Endurance Championship seat. Mercedes were offering a GT2 seat. Arrow McLaren were offering a reserve seat. Cupra Kiko were offering a seat. Cadillac wanted to talk. RedBull wanted to talk. You had options, and great ones at that, but you wanted that stupid fucking Mercedes seat that Kimi got, because it was meant to be yours. 

“Alright?” George asked as you walked into the paddock, a bright smile on his face. “Ready for today?”

You came second last year. Gabriel won it by 7 points. You pretended it didn’t bother you. Jak joined your side in the paddock and you walked straight past George, not really caring about what he had to say. You should’ve had that fucking Mercedes seat, and everyone knew it. You were overperforming massively in a terrible team, like you always had, and you were great. 

“Everything ok?” Jak asked as you walked into the garage. “Up late with homework?” he teased. 

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Something like that, yeah.”

“How do you think you’ll do today in the Mercedes?” he asked and you felt your blood run cold. Your first chance in an F1 car. Your only chance in an F1 car, probably. 

“I think I’ll be fine,” you nodded. “Kimi drives it, how hard can it be?” 

Jak laughed at your (not-so-subtle) dig and nodded. “You’re going to be out for blood on that track, aren’t you?” 

You didn’t answer, but everyone knew that was the case. You were driving George’s car. You were up against Kimi. 

You really couldn’t give a fuck about anything other than setting the quickest lap, and showing Mercedes exactly what they missed out on. 

“Alright?” George asked as he watched you place your in-ears into your ears. You nodded and he sighed. “Don’t crash my car, please.”

“I won’t,” you nodded. “See you later.” 

You got up and into the car, sparing not a glance to the other side of the garage. But Kimi glanced. Kimi more than glanced. He’d been enchanted by you all day, considering he hadn’t seen you in months. Your hair was a little bit longer. Your face looked a little bit more… taut. You had this sullen look in your eyes that never seemed to go away. The face of a woman who was beaten down by a sport that hated her. He cringed when he noticed his father staring at him, staring at you. Long gone were the cheeky smiles and soft eyes. You barely smiled on the top of the podium anymore. 

“Ricordati. Non è una brava persona,” Remember. She isn’t good for you. he whispered, gripping the back of Kimi’s neck gently. He nodded to his father, but he knew it was a lie. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. Those glances and touches in a crowded room, those day-long dates where he got to know everything about you, those nights spent laughing at random stupid videos, the way you kissed him and smiled against his lips after a big win, those moments before races where you reminded him that you loved him, but you’d race him like you hated him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He missed it, missed you. Missed everything. 

George didn’t try to strike up anymore conversation, he knew it wasn’t worth it. Basically anyone in Mercedes was dead to you, except Doriane, and even then, you barely spoke a few words to her at a time. Sometimes, it hurt. Sometimes that little hole in your chest wept when you were reminded that despite being the better driver, you still weren’t chosen. And it wasn’t even your fault. Kimi, despite being p6 in the F2 standings, was the safer bet because he was a man. He wouldn’t get the backlash. He wouldn’t get the hatred. You would. 

You were sick of it. Sick of racing, of Mercedes, of life, at that point. You raced to win, not to race. There was no passion behind your eyes beneath that helmet, just calculated moves and skill. There was no deviating from the lines you’d created in your head, just pure instinct, driving circuits you’d never driven before with perfect accuracy. It impressed everyone. You impressed everyone. People were scared of you on and off the track. People knew that you would be the first modern female F1 driver with a seat on the grid. Some people wanted you to fail. Others wanted you to succeed. 

FP1 was well underway, and you were on top of the leaderboard. Kimi came up behind you, and you cut him off. It was calculated, methodical, and completely unnecessary, but still, you continued. Again, he tried to get ahead of you, only burning up his tires behind you. Again, you stopped him. You had one chance to show every F1 team in the paddock that not only could you drive like hell, you could fight like hell too. Again, he lunged. Again you covered it. 

“Let Kimi pass please.”

“Nope,” you shot back. 

“Y/n, this is really not worth fighting for. Let Kimi pass please.”

“He should try and fight for it, fuck’s sake he’s never fought for anything in his life,” you scoffed, listening to the team orders and letting him pass. 

Top of the time sheets in practice. Skilled racecraft against Kimi. 

“What were you thinking?!” Toto demanded over the phone. You could tell he was pacing. “Everyone is going to be talking about you two now.” 

“Good,” you shrugged. “I don’t really care, Toto, and I have qualifying soon, sorry.” 

You hung up the phone without another thought. It wasn’t your problem, it was his. It was his fault. He could kick you off the Mercedes program, and you’d just join another. You knew, even if you won F2 this year, you weren’t going into F1, much less with Mercedes. 

“Y/n!” 

Every muscle stiffened at his voice. That simple, Italian accent. That tan skin, those deep brown eyes, that unruly hair. Inescapable. Unforgettable. 

And sadly, annoying persistent. 

“Hey,” he rushed up to your side as you pulled off your suit, walking into your room. He didn’t stop at the door. “How are you?” 

“Fine,” you grumbled out, pulling your firearms over your head. He swallowed, his mouth filling with saliva. He didn’t want it to go like this, but he understood your position. The seat should’ve been yours, not that he was bad, both of you knew he was great, soon to be one of the greats, but so were you. He’d known it from the moment he saw you on that karting track all those years ago. The way your passion seeped into every corner, how every victory meant the same as the first, how you looked at the track- like it was calling for you. It had made him laugh before, but it reminded him of what he should have. That passion he shouldn’t ever forget. He didn’t see it out on track today. Your moves were clinical. Your corners were precise, quick, not your own. You followed the racing line to a T, forgetting the way you used to complain about the ‘racing line’ and how it held you back. Kimi gulped again. 

“You were quick out there,” he nodded, trying to find something else to look at, other than you. It proved pretty difficult, considering his eyes usually landed on you in any room, whether he wanted them to or not.

“That’s the aim of the sport,” you answered in that sarcastic, clinical voice he’d heard so many times, only it had never been towards him. It was always for the people who pissed you off, or said dumb shit like ‘tough luck’ after a race. “Do you need something?” 

Kimi hadn’t realised he’d been staring with his mouth open until your hand reached up and closed it. The touch was familiar, too familiar. You shook it off. Kimi didn’t. “I wanted to see you,” he blurted out. “You’re not responding to my texts and you’re not in the paddock when I am-”

You shrugged, rushing around your room ‘cleaning’ it. You needed something to do with your hands so you didn’t look at him. “We race different series now, schedules don’t align,” you answered like it didn’t tear him apart. “It’s not uncommon.”

“I want to see you though,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I still-”

“Shut up Kimi, you don’t know what you’re saying,” you scoffed. “Now please get out, I have to get ready for quali.” 

“I miss you,” he grabbed your arm and your skin burnt beneath his touch. You froze as he spoke, what else were you meant to do? “And I’m sorry, I know it’s not what you want but I love you.” 

You pulled your arm out of his gasp, walked over to the door, and opened it. “Go.” 

“We need to talk about this-” he begged, but you weren’t interested. You couldn’t have a relationship with someone you were so jealous of, it’d tear you apart. He stepped closer to you. You rolled your eyes, emotion building in your throat. 

You pointed a finger against his chest, eyes brimming with tears. “You have so many people who support you,” you whispered, voice breaking. “You don’t need me too. You don’t need someone else to remind you of how brilliant you are. You don’t love me. Please leave Kimi.” 

He froze to the spot. He hated seeing you like this, eyes wide and tears falling. He hated not being able to do anything about it, because he was the reason. He knew you felt bad about your actions, he could see it in the way you didn’t totally shy away from him every time he saw you. Those small glances you sent his way gave him hope, hope that soon enough, he could get you back in his arms. He didn’t usually take offence to your outbursts, especially not in recent weeks, but denying that he was in love with you was a step too far. Anyone with eyes could see the way he bled and died for you, loved you whole-heartedly, and gave you his all. He huffed out a sigh, one of defeat. His shoulders dropped as he walked out of the room, without another word. 

You hated this. You hated feeling defeated. You hated being second. You hated Andrea Kimi Antonelli. 

That wouldn't change.

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how would Simon react if you safeworded out?

would he be gruff but still sweet and soft and apologetic? would he fuss over you or play it cool while taking care of you? (“oh, lovey im so sorry…” or “its alright, thank you for telling me, i wont push you so far next time, kiddo…”)

why would blackcat!reader safeword out? stress? just not feeling it? maybe emotional?

I think there are two things in this world that Simon Riley is (and always will be) very serious about and that’s aftercare and your safety.

Like yeah he’s an asshole and gruff guy but when it comes to you, he really is a big softie at heart. So when he tells you off when you get back after not texting him back all night or gently making sure you walk on the inside of the street when your with him, it’s for good reason, he’s showing he cares. He loves you to pieces. Will do any and everything for you. So if he’s pushed too far, he makes mental note of it. And if he wants to push that far again, he’ll end up doing a check. Making sure you know your safeword, or right before he knows you’ll ‘give’ he’ll tap you out himself.

So when he hears you say the safeword, he doesn’t hesitate. He knows the first thing you need is comfort and reassurance. So he pulls out, and holds you in his big arms. Kisses you all over while you cry, getting you to calm down and listen to his words because he means them, truly.

“Simon was too mean, yeah? I Shouldn’t ‘ve pushed you like that, doll.”

“Dad’s sorry kitty, you were perfect, did everything I said so well. Always so good f’me.”

And if you refute his words, too in your own head, he’ll hold you just a little tighter. So you can hear his heartbeat, rocking you in his arms,

“You’ll never be the one at fault baby, ‘ts on me. My job to watch over you, right kiddo? Thanks for tellin me Princess, love you so much.”

Blackcat!reader would safeword out from stress or better yet, Simon just instinctively knows you’re off. Sad to say but I think blackcat!reader has been through a shit ton and can be pushed (and has found comfort in Simon pushing you to the limit). You’re the type to hold shit in like a tower until someone knocks it all over. let’s say a day where the cards just were not in your favor. It was terrible day at work and both of your dogs were acting up when you got home and you yelled at Simon, like really yelled at him (which is something neither of you do). Simon would be 10 spanks to thirty and either you grip at shirt and tell him you ‘give’ already sniffling or he notices you’re not crying. You’re just trembling, taking everything he’s giving you. And Simon will sit up you, ask you what’s wrong and then the dam in your eyes just breaks.

Choking on your own sobs,

“Pa I- I-“ boo-hoo, snot everywhere, clutching onto him, balling your eyes out till their puffy.

Simon doesn’t hesitate to pick you up, he lets out a soft sigh in his head because he hates to see you like this. And he hated that he always has to be the one to push you to cry (of all people). But he’s working on it, working on getting you to communicate and doing so makes him want to get better at communicating for himself too. He wants to be his best for you.

He coos, “Let’s give the princess a bath, hm kitten? Gonna get ya nice ‘nd clean ‘nd then get you in bed with that little Sanrio rabbit. Then we can talk tomorrow.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath followed by a hiccup. You manage to squeak out a ‘sorry’ halfway through the bath, and that’s when Simon gets playful, he boop your nose or tickles right under your chin making you squirm.

“What’s there to apologize for? Used your safeword like the big girl I know you are. Couldn’t be more proud ‘f you honey.”

He’ll nibble at your jaw and rest his head atop of yours while he rubs your back after getting you in bed.

“Just a bad day gorgeous, you’re not bad. Tomorrow’ll be better.”

a/n: I think crybaby, feenin & a little comfort are like prime examples too. Thank you so much for asking anon!!! I fuckin love with ppl ask questions!!

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'Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan were dating pre transmigration' is funny as hell, but I raise you "Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan are DIVORCED'

You heard me right; DIVORCED.

So much angst, dynamics and hilarity it could add. Even better, the other speakers lords and Qing Jing disciple would have no idea what's going on.

Shang Qinghua, at quarterly meeting: And that's the budget for this year! As long as we stick to it and don't buy any more Miku figurines-

Shen Yuan, slamming his hand on the table: Oh, honestly, Qinghua, if you had spent half as much time focusing on our marriage than you did on those dammed figurines maybe I wouldn't have taken A-Bing in the divorce

Shang Qinghua, sniffing: That's a pretty fucked up thing to say to me. Meeting adjourned.

Yue Qingyuan, staring into his teacup and contemplating his existence: DID XIAO-JIU GET MARRIED, ADOPT A CHILD AND GET DIVORCED WITHOUT ME??

(A-Bing was their goldfish)

I don't see them as bitter, hateful exes, honestly I think they'd still be friends, but I still think it would be investing to have a layer of depth to their dynamic. Like, of all the people you had to stick me with in a strange, hostile world you chose HIM??

[featherstorm2004]

It seems that Yang Cheng really has become the dark version of Lin Ling. Which to be honest I’m really curious to see how that plays out in season 2, since u know dam well that Lin Ling is going to be chugging that revenge arc juice.

Side note I find it really funny that Enlighter accidentally helped out in the sanctioned murder of a completely innocent hero. I really want to see how he would react to that in season 2 if he dose show up or Lin Ling asks for his help.

But it will be interesting to see how Lin Ling and Chengs arc play out together. Like would Cheng consider Ling weak and a hated reflection of what he used to be, and maybe try to wake Ling up to the real world. Or will Ling eventually feel pity for Cheng considering all he is is just a flashy puppet on a string.

The possibilities are endless.

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The way Nico is always relevant to the plot,no matter what,is something else to me.

In PJO he got introduced in the third book so kinda late since the serie is only about 5 books,and he didn't had much presence because we only had a couple of scene with him. And only during BotL his character is 100% present (even tho he and the others have a total different journey in the Labyrinth) but even with this little time,he was extremely relevant for the end. Without him and his help things could have gone horrible in Manhattan at the end.

HoO keeps this up. Nico presence is only felt in 3 of the 5 books (with a couple of scene in SoN),with one of those being MoA where he pratically show up only in the end. And even with that Nico is still 100% relevant.

I haven't be able to read all of ToA yet (dam my final exam-) but I think this is the only time where he isn't really relevant,which is fair because the story is about Apollo and his path,and the demigods are only there for support.

Then we have his own books where he is the protagonist of,so the plot is about him. And the other serie of the main timeline is the one with Percy,Annabeth and Grover trying to get the letters to get into Rew Rome University,but I see that more of a spin-off. They just want to have their happy ending after everything that happened and want to live a "normal" life in a good place. This also isn't about him so he isn't here.

But like,out of 5 series of the main timeline,Nico is relevant in 3 of them,we are talking about more than 10 books (Idk if in ToA he will have some kinda of role at the end,I will find out),and that is fucking amazing. Most side characters after a while aren't that much relevant and are put aside in favor of new characters. Nico didn't had this treatment. He isn't really a side character for se because I always saw him part of the main ones,but he just does his own things and appears when you least expect it. So he is in his own category. But for Riordan the difference between main and side characters doesn't matter since he killed off people that were part of those categories regardless.

Riordan could have choose to put Nico to the side after the end of PJO,he served his propose and got closure after all,but he still made him extremely relevant to the plot again–from the start. And I also really like how he did that because Nico had more of a guide role in HoO : in SoN he decided to go to the source of their problem and fix it alone; in MoA he was referred as the "key for the doors" and it got said multiple times how important he was for their quest; I loved how in HoH he took the role to call the shot about the place where they were going,because it highlighted his intelligence and how much capable he was; in BoO he had his own important side quest to do with the statue,hadn't he decided to help them everything would have be destroyed (like when he helped them during the first war).

And even in PJO he had a similar approach,starting with him in BotL when he helped Percy,to him pre-TLO telling Percy his plan,to him in TLO helping them even with his and Percy fallout because of Hades,and all of this while providing important informations all the times he appeared. He always had a sort of leading role but not like Percy,Thalia or Jason: Nico is more like an expert and intelligent teacher that help you figure things out and give you informations.

And I love this of him. I loved how in HoH Nico was basically mapping their path with his acknowledge,taking a bit of Annabeth's position while she and Percy were fighting in Tartarus. He isn't only a powerhouse and a skilled fighter,his intelligence is something else too. The difference of experience between the crew (minus Percy and Annabeth) and Nico was felt,and I loved that. I loved how he was like a guide for the crew during their travel to the temple,how he helped them even when he was in an horrible physical condition and his mental state was...yeah (and I hated how they treated him in exchange-).

I hate a lot of things that Riordan did with Nico's character,his relationships and his powers especially,but one of the few things he did right was making Nico having this type of supportive subtle leadership,acting like a guide/teacher for the crew and sometimes even Percy.

Idk why but it suite him a lot and while it give time and space for the other characters to shine,it also make him relevant in everything that happens,without the situation being always about him and without making him part of most of the important things that happens in the books (Riordan please take notes for Percy-).

[ghosty-writes-23]

The Ghost Of You. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Mental Health, Depression, Porn With Plot, Desperation, Longing, Guilt, Soft!Leon, Slight Hesitation, Eating out, Consensual Sex, P in V, !Wrap It Before You Tap It!, I'm Not Coming Home Pt. 2.

Pairing: RE4R!Leon + Ex!Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature.

Summary: After 6 long painful years of grief, pain and suffering you came face to face with the impossible, Leon was alive and somewhat okay, you were overwhelmed with emotions ranging from anger and betrayal to happiness and desire to see that your Leon was alive, and that was how you two ended up in a hotel room stripping off each other’s drenched clothing, as the old spark between you two was reignited as if it never left even after all these years.

Word Count: 4.2k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello my lovelies, I’m so sorry this took me so long to write and an even bigger sorry to the person that requested for this and waited so long, I had been kind of in a writer’s block space and going through some personal stuff but I am slowly getting back into writing, I even listening to some music while writing this and couldn’t help but thing the rhythm to Flesh by Simon Curtis was the perfect rhythm to describe Leon’s thrust rhythm in this story, I’ll link the song below if anybody wants to check it out. Thank you so much for reading and there is more to come in the future.

(If a text is leaning like This, it means it’s a flashback.)

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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September 30th, 1998, the worst day of your life you lost your Leon….

You world changed since that day your shared bedroom still smelt like his cologne you brought him every year that he always forgot to put the cap back on after using it, his hoodie still hanging on the end of the bed post as if he will be back to collect it or put it away after you scold him for not putting his dirty clothes in the laundry bin beside the door.

“Leon put your clothes in the laundry basket.” You playfully scold him as were leaning against the door frame of your shared bedroom. “I will just..” he says before he tosses his hoodie at the basket but it caught on the end bedpost causing a soft laugh to leave your lips. “good thing you’re a cop and not a basketball player.” You playfully tease him before he pulled you onto him causing you to squeal softly as you landed on top of him. “you wound me Y/n.” Leon says with a playful pout, but you just smiled at him before you kissed him.

As the memory flashed in your eyes a sad smile came onto your face as tears welled up in your eyes, grabbing the hoodie you were going to put it in the basket but you brought the hoodie up to your nose and inhaled, as the familiar scent of his cologne, fabric softer that Leon claimed made his clothes smell like warm summer day and something that was uniquely Leon tears started to run down your face and soaking into the fabric.

The dam broke as sob left your lips as your grip on the hoodie tightened, it wasn’t a neat or quiet cry it was the kind that felt as if your ribs had caved in your chest, that made your throat tighten and breaths come out in choked gasps.

“I can’t do this without you Leon.” You gasped through your sobs as your voice broke and squeaked. “We had plans, you where going to propose, you promised me forever not this.” You cried as you tried to control your breathing knowing if you didn’t calm down soon you would have a panic attack.

Curling in on yourself you pulled your knees to your chest as you clung to Leon’s old hoodie, the ache inside you body was dense and heavy the grief didn’t scream in your head, but it dragged in your mind with each passing moment, you hate the sun for rising, the air continuing to move around you and world expect going as if nothing had happen while you had just lost your world.

Soon There was soft footsteps padding into your bedroom, you didn’t have the energy in your body to even look up but when you smelt a familiar sweet and floral perfume you knew it was your mother, she must of rushed over this morning.

“Oh, baby mom’s here.”

Your mother cooed before she wrapped her arms around you from behind but firm as if she was holding the broken pieces of you together, you collapsed into her embrace as another fresh wave of sobs broke past your lips. Your mother didn’t say anything which you were grateful for as she started to gently stroke your hair, as she rocked back and forth slightly like she did when you came to her as a child after having a nightmare, but sadly this nightmare was real and your mother couldn’t make this one go away or protect you from it.

“He was a good kid Leon was, selfless and warm.” Your mother whispered softly as she placed a gently kiss on your forehead as she was still gently rocking you. “He was a part of this family, and he always will be.” Your mother spoke as shakey breaths left your lips as you breathing was slowly coming down.

“It hurts mom.” You whispered softly, your voice was rough and dry from all the crying. “I know darling it’s going to hurt for a while but promise your father and I will always be there to help you with whatever you need.” You mom reassured you which made you feel a little better but not a whole lot. “We weren’t meant to grow old together, have kids and get married.”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Your mom’s voice cracked as she tightened her grip on you and her fingers never left your hair. You both stayed like this for hours curled up on your bed with the curtains drawn, even though the would outside the room didn’t stop with cars driving down the road, children laughing and playing outside and birds chirping, but in the bedroom time did still for a moment, the pain in your chest was there but with your mothers affection it was slowly dulling.

Years Later.

It was the kind of made the world warm even though it was cold outside, golden, yellow and red hue coloured leaves decorating the roads, pavements and streets. The scent of cinnamon and pumpkin spice lattes where a stable scent in café’s at this time of year.

Autumn was always Leon’s favourite season, he loved jumping into piles of leaf’s which would then cause you to have to pluck them out of his hair as if he was a messy puppy with his big and bright blue eyes looking up at you with warmth and affection that would always melt your heart.

You hadn’t been back to town since Leon’s funeral it was a very small service but you were grateful people came out, you got to meet some of his friends from the police academy and some friends you shared in your friend group. You moved out of town not long after you needed to get away from everything a fresh start but you always held Leon in your heart, his ring sat against your chest on a chain you never took it off and haven’t dated anybody new since their was only one man for you.

The reason you were back in town is because your sister was getting married, but there was dull ache in your chest as you walked down the familiar streets, she would have changed the wedding venue but you knew how much she wanted to get married at the church here because of the beautiful views and it was a beautiful church itself and you didn’t want your sister to miss out.

Currently you where sat in a small café, it was an old one you and Leon used to visit when he would drop you off for your morning classes, when you were still half asleep because you missed your alarms and rushed to get everything ready in time without being late. A warm cup of coffee was between your hands but it was mostly untouched.

It was a caramel latte with extra caramel Leon always had a massive sweet tooth which would cause a lot of trips to the dentist for tooth aches, but yet he never lessen his sugar intake claiming “I’m a big boy and don’t need adult supervision.” Yet whine when his teeth where aching because he ate to much sour straps.

The world move outside, slow and quiet with leaves tumbling from the trees like burnt paper falling to the ground, then being crushed by either somebody stepping on them or by a car tire, but as your eyes watched life past by a set of eyes caught your attention, they belonged to a man across the road he was wearing a long black coat and a grey scarf.

His legs where crossed as he sat outside reading the paper he looked exhausted with bags under his eyes and his skin was a little gaunt as if he wasn’t taking care of himself or overworking himself, his dark blonde hair fell in front of his eyes caused by a soft breeze which made your heart clench slightly as if it knew this man.

But when he titled his head up as a waitress came over to him you felt all the air escape your lungs. “No it can’t you.” You choked out softly as your fingers started to tremble around your glass, your heart tightening in your chest slowly you stood up and made your way outside your coffee forgotten about as you walked over to the man.

There was no way after all this time your mind was playing tricks on you. Crossing the road you where only a couple steps away from him, you heard him curse about the cold weather before you took a deep breath, deep down you kind of hoped it was your mind playing tricks on you and this wasn’t the man that had been haunting your dream for years, that slipped through your fingers.

Before you could get any words out he looked at you and his eyes widened slightly as if he never expected to see you here, he coughed slightly before he stood up you froze on the spot before he came towards you his steps purposeful before his body crashed against yourself and his arms wrapped around you tightly in a bone crushing hug.

“L-Leon.” You choked out as you where trying your hardness to not cry again, but it was so hard when this man felt like your Leon. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.” The man spoke before he pulled away slightly and when you looked up at his face and you knew in that moment this man was your Leon, you broke down into a loud sob as you clung to him tightly your hands digging into the fabric of his coat but you could feel him holding your body close to his.

“Your alive.” You say against his chest as he rubbed your back with his hand as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear to try and calm you down. “I know explain to do and I want to tell you, but I just can’t not yet.” Leon says but you silenced him by kissing him hard, there was nothing gentle about the kiss it was raw, rough nearly borderline painful as if years of grief and pain mixed with desperation and desire for one and another. You devoured Leon as if his kisses where oxygen and not in the middle of the street but lucky it was mostly empty today because of the weather.

You felt Leon’s hand trail down to your jawline as if he was holding you with the outmost care and tenderness as you were sure both of your lips would be bruised and puffy when you pulled away from the kiss. You moaned into the kiss and tightened your grip on his coat, scared that if you let go he will disappear or that this was a dream that you never wanted to wake up from. Your tears started to mix into the kiss before you felt Leon wipe them away with his thumb before breaking the kiss leaving you both panting.

“You’re an asshole.” You whispered softly before Leon just nodded his head as he rested his forehead against yours. “I know I had no choice.” He spoke as he was still gently rubbing your cheek softly. “I suffered because of you, cried for you.” You say to him, and he nodded a pained look on his face. “I know and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you Y/n cross my heart I will, if you will let me.” Leon says as he pulls you into an alley, his back was against the brick wall as he pulled you against him.

Then his lips found yours again, expect this time the kiss was different it was more slow, gentle as he cradled your head as his hands went into your head, you melted into the kiss instantly your eyes fluttered closed and you let him take the lead of the kiss as your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. His other had was mapping out your body as if he never forgot what made you trick and shudder. When you felt his cold hand on the bare skin of your back you gasped softly and arched your back slightly.

“I missed that sound.” Leon groaned softly against your lips before his lips trailed down your neck placing soft and gentle kisses. “I dreamt of touching you again, hearing your whimpers and moans.” Leon mumbled softly against your neck causing a soft whimper to leave your lips. “Leon…” you breathed out his name as you gently tugged on his hair so he would look at you, he looked at you with slightly puffy and bruised lips, his pupils where blow wide but they still held that warm and affectionate look that made your heart melt every time.

“if you disappear again or make me thing you’re dead, I will hunt you down and kill you myself.” You softly threaten him, and this caused him to chuckle softly as he rested his head on the top of your chin. “yes ma’am.” He said with a laugh, but you knew that he knew you weren’t joking not after this time, but for the first time in 6 years your heart finally felt a little lighter and your mind was finally slient and not filled with guilt and grief, you felt like you could actually breath.

A Little Later.

By the time you and Leon stumbled into the GlassLane hotel foyer you were both drenched, Leon’s coat you were wearing was now sticking to your body like a second skin and your hair sticking to your face, Leon’s t-shirt was almost shrink wrapped over his body letting you see every detail from his well built physic to some new scars you could see on his body causing you to frown slightly. The woman at the front desk just gave you a friendly smile as she handed over the key after Leon paid before you could protest.

Room 208….

You two didn’t even make it to the elevator to go to the second floor before your hands where on each other again, lips clashing together and if you where devouring each other as the elevator door opened, Leon gently pressed you in and pushed you up against the wall as he pressed the button for the second floor without breaking the kiss.

As you both stumbled into the hotel room your breaths where ragged as you both where pulling at each other’s clothing, as the door finally closed behind you Leon gently pressed you against it using his body, your arms instantly wrapped around his neck as he gently tugged off his coat you were wearing, then started to unbutton the top you were wearing, his movements were a little clumsy before he got a little frustrated before he grabbed the sides of the shirt and ripped as if it was paper, buttons flying on the ground as you gasped softly.

“Leon.” You scold him but he shushed you by kissing you and gently rolled his tongue into your mouth causing a soft noise to leave your lips as your cheeks coloured. Your own hands tugged off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room, a shiver ran down your body when you felt the cold breeze on your wet skin.

When you felt Leon’s lips on your neck his hand’s gently tapped the back of your thighs, you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips as he lifted you up with ease then he walked over to the bed.

You fell with a soft thud before you looked up at Leon breathing heavily, his cheeks were coloured slightly pink as his breath came out in soft pants, you wanted to cover up it had been so long since Leon saw you naked and somethings didn’t look as ‘youthful’ as they used too, but when Leon kneeled down you went up on your elbows to watch him.

He look your right leg and started to place gentle kisses on the wet fabric but it sent small little shocks up your body, each kiss was soft and slow as he trailed them higher and once he reached your hips, he did the same with the left leg. You had to bit your lip to keep a moan from leaving your lips, as you felt Leon’s kisses trailing up your hips to your stomach.

“Can I take these off.” Leon asked as you felt his hand’s on your pants, you nodded your head giving him your consent, your body was almost buzzing at the feeling of his hands on your body. Carefully he unbuckled your belt and then popped the button to your pants then slowly slid them down leaving you in your panties and bra, as well as the ripped sheds of your shirt.

“God your still so beautiful.” Leon groaned softly as he looked at you, the look in his eyes made you blush even more, you weren’t as skinny as you used to be but lately you had been starting to go back to the gym since your therapist thought some physical activity would be great for your mental health. “Leon.” You were about to protest but he shook his head as he placed a soft kiss on your stomach, his hand’s either side of your hips almost holding you in place.

“I love you just the way you are, we are human we aren’t going to look like we did when we were younger, but seeing you like this makes me want you even more.” Leon says as he placed open mouth kisses and soft little nips. Your fingers went into his dirty blonde hair and softly tugged causing him to groan softly as he leant into your touch with a soft rumble, while your other hand trailed down his back feeling the new scars and bumps as you tried to memorize it, you hand followed the muscle shape and lines, your touch gentle.

Soon you felt Leon’s tongue gently glide over your clothed folds causing a muffled moan to leave your lips as your nails dug into his back causing him to groan at the painful sensation. “Leon..” his name left your lips as your body tensed up, but Leon just smiled and gently laced his fingers with yours and softly squeezed.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I got you.” He whispers before he uses his other hand to gently pull your panties to the side revealing your slick folds, you felt embarrassed because of how you wet you were, but it had been so long since somebody touch you.

Leon placed a soft kiss on your clit causing you to arch you back a little, your grip on his hair instantly tightening, but Leon welcomed the pain before he ran the flat of his tongue up your folds, your thighs tensed up around his head. His tongue gently circled your clit before he teasingly lap at your entrance. When he would tease soft whimpers would leave your lips and when he gave in soft moans would leave your lips.

When you felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach you gently tugged on his hair, causing Leon to pull away his face was covered in your slick, his pupils were blown wide and he almost had a love drunk look on his face as there was a soft blush on his cheeks, how could somebody look so dirty yet so innocent at the same time.

“Why did you stop me baby.” Leon asked in an almost breathless whine, his breathing was heavy as he looked up at you not even bothering to wipe his face. “want to touch you too.” You managed to say before a small almost goofy look came onto his face. “as much as I want that, it’s been 6 years since I last tasted you.” Leon purred as he placed a soft lazy kiss on your pubic bone, you pouted slightly before soft moans left your lips as Leon leaned his head back down and as he slid his tongue back inside your entrance he gently squeezed your hand.

“Leoooon.” You whined softly but he just chuckled against your folds and just pulled you closer by your thighs to a point you were almost suffocating him. But when you would try and pull away he would just pull you closer to him. It wasn’t long before your back was arching off the bed as Leon’s name fell from your lips as you came on his tongue, to which he greedy lapped it up, when he finally pulled away he trailed kisses up your body, then captured your lips in a soft kiss.

You could taste yourself as his tongue rolled against yours, causing you to blush even more. When you finally broke the kiss Leon rested his forehead against yours. “We can stop of you want; we don’t have to..” Leon trailed off but you silenced him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips then leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed out a condom. Leon just smiled at you and kissed your forehead before he took the packet from you as you undid his belt and took his pants off, stripping him with the same carefulness he had done with you.

Once he was bare you took the condom packet from him and rolled it onto his cock, which you couldn’t help but think was bigger since the last time you saw it. “Your staring.” Leon says with a teasing tone to which you just playfully rolled your eyes before you laid on your stomach on the bed, not before Leon placed a pillow under your hips to make you more comfortable. There was a little bit of shuffling behind you before you felt Leon pressing his hips to the back of your ass.

“You Ready.” Leon asked you looking back over your shoulder you nodded your head as you bit your bottom lip as you felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance before he slowly started to push inside, inch by inch. His hand gripped the pillow by your head, and you could see the muscle and veins bulging as his fingers gripped into the soft material.

“Fuck Y/n.” Leon hissed, the sound of his voice caused you to clench around him, as he finally bottomed out inside of you, your gummy walls were fluttering around him and trying to pull him deeper. “Please move.” You whined softly you needed some kind of friction. Leon let out a ragged breath before he started to move his hips in a lazy roll at first, pulling soft moans and mews from you as you pushed your hips back against him, the pillow causing Leon to hit a certain angle when he fully bottomed out.

You where gripping the pillow under your head as you could feel your eyes rolling in the back of your head, you had forgotten how pleasurable sex was, you had tried once a couple of years after Leon’s ‘death’ but it just didn’t feel the same it didn’t feel this good.

“Faster Leon please.” You softly begged him, you let out a little squeal when he gripped your hips but that soon died down as Leon picked the pace and your moans and his grunts filled the room, you could almost see stars in your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching as Leon was constantly hitting your sweetspot, as you started to tighten and clench around him. You turned your head and captured Leon’s lips in a kiss swallowing his grunts and groans as he pounded into you could feel him twitch with every thrust, he was close.

Gently nibbling on his bottom lip Leon groaned as he moved his hips faster and soon the knot in your stomach snapped as you came around him with a muffled cry, your body trembled as your back arched against him, he soon followed as he spilled into the condom with a muffled grunt against your lips. After a couple moments and the trembling subsided in your body Leon slowly pulled out and placed a kiss on your shoulder before he went to deal with the condom.

Watching him you finally got a good look at him, he definitely looked older but not a youthful older but a tired and worn out older, there was a new scar on his cheek that didn’t look older then a couple of days, but his body was littered with new scars and even some bruises that you only saw now but as you where going to say something Leon smiled and shook his head.

“We can talk about it later, but for now we are going to enjoy this moment okay.” Leon says as he slides back into bed and pulls you against his chest. “Okay but don’t think I am letting this go.” You says causing him to chuckle softly but his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. “I know sweetheart.” He says as he kissed your forehead.

And for the first time in years, you both felt at peace in each other’s arms, you were finally home and it was going to take a while to figure everything out but you would finally be okay, you both would be….

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[piano-hoarder]

Mirror | Chapter 4

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Y/N confronts Bucky, and things go about as well as expected. The two realize they're more similar than they'd like to be.

TW: Anxiety, PTSD, trauma, panic attack, gun/knife mention, implied/referenced torture

Word Count: 1.9K

Chapter 4 - Confrontation

I still couldn’t sleep, but it wasn’t the nightmares this time.

          The nightmares were always a threat. But tonight I was thinking about Bucky. Not the Soldier—but Bucky.

          It had been a week since the mission. I was mostly recovered. My bone had reknit itself, the wound on my hip had closed. There would barely even be a scar. My concussion was also fully healed. No— I was fine physically; the serum made sure of that.

          But Bucky’s touch. The way he’d instinctively grabbed me, shielding me with his own body. The gentleness of his hands as he’d treated me. I could still feel his fingers on my skin, like vinegar and honey.

          Why?

          I was not grateful. I hated him for it. He wasn’t a friend; he never would be a friend. You’ve got to stay away or you’ll get hurt.

          When was the last time I’d been in my room after 9PM? I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. I’d crash on the couch in the common room some nights. The rest of them, I didn’t sleep at all.

          Sometimes I’d see him. At the other end of the hall, or just entering the elevator. The sightings didn’t scare me as much anymore—and that in itself frightened me. Our eyes would lock, and…something would pass between us. Like two animals meeting in a wood. I felt like a rabbit, observed by the wolf. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he would be. Wanderers, the two of us were. Ghosts.

          I entered the common room. Maybe I’d get some food. Or watch something. I didn’t know. But then I stopped only a few feet from the entrance.

          A dark figure sat slumped on the couch. Bucky. My stomach fell to the floor. Why is he here? I’d never seen him stop anywhere—other than the training room, but I’d avoided going there since the incident a few weeks ago. But I guess we’d have to end up in the same place eventually.

          I watched him carefully. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked up when I entered. As far as I could tell, he barely even breathed. Vibranium gleamed dully in the low light. I hadn’t moved, yet, either. He knows I’m here—would’ve heard me coming—won’t follow if I leave—but you’ll be safe if you leave— I could go to the roof, or… Or what? It wouldn’t change anything. He wouldn’t really be gone, just farther away. Still won’t sleep—nightmares won't leave—won’t get answers.

          I did have questions, didn’t I?

          Were they that important?

          My arms wrapped tightly around myself, I took a step forward. Nothing— so I took another. My breath trembled. He didn’t move.

          I swallowed. Ask—you want to know—he’ll be upset—shouldn’t pry—ask—run away—

“Why did you help me?”

          My words broke the air like the first splitting ice in spring.

          He looked up, but not at me. Just the wall.

          “I don’t know.”

          His reply hung like a bullet. I wondered if the shot would be fatal.

          “Why did you help me?” he asked.

          He didn’t have to say when. The lab. When else had I helped him?

          “I don’t know.”

          He nodded, looking down again. Maybe it would kill both of us.

          “You’re hurting,” he said softly.

          “What else is new?”

          “I’m sorry.”

          “Are you?” The question bit like a knife.

          “Yes.”

          There was too much behind that word. Yes. A river behind my dam. I had to be strong enough.

          “No,” I said, voice suddenly shaking. “No—you can’t be sorry. Do you even know what you’ve done? Do you even realize what I’m going through?”

          His jaw trembled slightly. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this—"

          “I was fine until you came back.” My tone rises with my volume. “Everything’s gone to hell because of you. I thought I could forget—but no, you had to come back and remind me of everything—” My voice cracked. Tears—miserable, horrid, traitorous tears—threaten to spill over. “You couldn’t be sorry, because if you were you’d—show me. If you were sorry you’d—you’d leave.” I sneer the final words, fists clenched, eyes narrow.

          “I’m sorry,” he said again, voice barely a whisper. He sounded empty. Lifeless. He wouldn’t even look at me. Couldn’t he give me the dignity of a reaction?

          “Prove it,” I spat.

           He finally looked up. In his eyes, I briefly saw a wet gleam mirror my own. “Do you think I don’t wish I could?” he asked painfully. “Do you think I want to avoid you? You run away every time I look at you.”

          “And whose fault is that?”

          He clenched his jaw, looking down. Why doesn’t his pain feel like a victory?

         “I never wanted to be the Soldier,” he said quietly. “That doesn’t change what I did. But I never wanted it."

         “Do you even—” I swallow. I had to know. “Do you even remember me?”

His voice was hollow. “Yes.”

         “How much?”

He met my eyes, and I flinched.

          “I remember everything,” he whispered.

          Everything.

          In the dark, he looked like a memory. My eyes flicked to his arm. A memory. His eyes, glinting behind long hair. A memory. My breaths were too fast. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head frantically. “No—you-you can’t.”

          I saw too much, even with my eyes closed. Red lights. Angry eyes. Dark halls. Metal. Stone. Snow. I took a step back, hitting the doorframe. Gunshots—

          Everything was collapsing. I raised a hand, leaning against the doorframe, bent over as my stomach surged. He stood. His hand reached toward me. I stumbled back, raising my hands. “No—please—” I could hardly form the words.

          Needles and knives and bullets punctured my skin. I tasted acid behind my tongue. I’m going to vomit. My voice was miles away. Vision tunneling, sounds echoing. I didn’t have a voice. They took it… he took it… I tasted blood—felt an iron grip— my hand clawed its way to my throat, feeling for bruises that weren’t there.

          But he hadn’t moved. Just stood there. The two of us, frozen. Locked in cages, chained by fear. Chained to each other. Memories clashed with reality before me; his dark silhouette now menacing, now broken. Run—hide— My hands were still raised, but why? What could I do against the Winter Soldier?

“You took everything,” I whispered.

          “I didn’t want to.”

          “What do you want from me?”

          “Nothing.”

         His voice was soft. Too soft. Yet it lanced through me. He looked at me. Just looked.

         Nothing.

         “But—but…” I swallowed. I blinked back tears, realizing. That’s it. I couldn’t run; he’d just keep coming. But if I could give—yes. That I could do. Give something. You’re good at serving—good at fighting—work—you’re an asset—give him—show him—things will be better. Maybe it would keep him away. It had worked before…“Please. Surely there’s something—”

          The Soldier watched me with sad eyes. “I don’t want anything from you,” he said softly. “Please. I’m not him anymore. I didn’t have a choice—but…” his face contorted for a moment “but now…I d..do. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

          “Are you sure?” My voice was frail.

          “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he repeated quietly. “I swear—I’ll do everything I can.”

          Tears filled my eyes, then spilled over. I watched him, face contorted with pain. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered. “I’m sorry—but—but I can’t.”

          “I know,” he said, defeated.

          “I don’t want to hurt you, either” I sobbed. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. “It just—it just hurts…so much…”

          “I know…” He glanced away, jaw tight. His eyes glinted with tears. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

          Pain—oppressive, stifling—wound its way through me like a boa constrictor. I wrapped my arms around myself. Memories came, but slower. This time, I let myself remember.

—Dark halls. Cold bars. Voices in Russian. Orders, in constant succession. I pray they will end, that I’ll get a moment of peace. Comply exactly—act more quickly—exemplary performance might bring respite. But it never does.

—Stone floors. Red light. Gleaming vibranium. The Soldier, his gaze emotionless. Another order falls from his lips. “Vstavat’!” I force myself to my feet. Surely another round will kill me. I wish it would. But it never does.

—Horrid needles. Rising nausea. A vice about my head, throbbing and painful. My vision swims. Someone is screaming. My throat is raw. I pray they’ll stop—put me under—wipe me—make me forget.

But I never do.

          I remembered, and my dam broke. I wept—from exhaustion, agony, terror. Wishing—hating—desperate—I just want it all back.

          I could feel Bucky’s gaze. Couldn’t it be anyone else—?

          I wiped my nose on my sleeve. When had I ended up on the floor? I glanced up at him, then looked away just as quickly. He watched me with a mournful expression. I wanted to disappear. I can’t let him see me like this—

          I took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

          “No,” he whispered. He shook his head, looking determined. “Don’t. You’re… not doing anything…wrong.”

          “I—” I wiped my nose again. He was wrong. I hated the pity in his gaze. “I hurt you, too. Even if you don’t remember…”

          “Can’t be worse than what I’ve done.”

          I couldn’t argue.

          After a moment, he asked. “…Do you want to hurt me?”

          My mouth opened, then closed again. Hatred, old and stale and strong as vinegar, wormed its way in from my memories. Pain… so much pain…need revenge…wait—bide your time—make him pay— The thoughts of my ghost. Dead, but not buried. Then why had I helped him?

          What if he were anyone else, y/n?

          I remembered his eyes, in the lab only a fortnight past. Terrified. Haunted. A mirror. I’d helped him without knowing why. I wouldn’t wish my pain on my worst enemy.

          But he’s your worst enemy.

          “No,” I whispered.

          He nodded. Like he understood.

          And suddenly, he was only a man.

          I stood, staring into his eyes. Ancient and young, shadowed and gleaming. Like twin mirrors reflecting my own.

          He knows.

          Heavens above, but Bucky knew. The pain— raw and old and numb and cruel. It was all there, before me. In him.

          He was hurting, too.

          Because of me.

          “What do you want?” he asked.

          What do I want?

          So many things. Everything. It felt like a knife in my sternum, but I forced myself to look at him, to consider him fully. Just a man. I rubbed my scar and wondered if he was haunted, like I was, by his own ghost. A ghost that often felt more alive than I was.

          I didn’t want to hurt him. Not anymore. I just wanted him gone—so we could stop…all this. Barring that, I wanted to know. It wasn’t possible, but heavens if I didn’t want it. To know that he wasn’t my worst enemy. That he… that he wouldn’t hurt me.

          “Proof,” I whispered.

          Bucky looked down, elbows on his knees. He stared at his hand, fingers flexing, and I heard metal plates shift quietly. My eyes flicked to his shoulder. I briefly saw red. Then I blinked and the metal shifted to black and gold again.

          “I don’t know how,” he finally said.

          I didn’t answer. Neither do I.

          “Will you try?” I whispered. Begged.

          “Yes.”

          I couldn’t comprehend the conviction in his voice. But I nodded. I couldn’t believe him, but damn me if I didn’t want to.

          Maybe the bullet wouldn’t kill either of us.

[justawanderingfan]

So was anyone gonna tell me that California used to be covered in lush wetlands and large lakes until the 20th century when farmers diverted every river in California for their crops that didn’t suite the environment causing million+ year old lakes to dry up which is why California is now a desert or was i just supposed to find that out in class myself

[somewhereincairparavel]

i have ALWAYS promptly looked forward to jason grace's povs in the hoo books to the point where'd I'd flip the pages till I find the words "JASON" and would count the amount of povs he has in the whole book before I even finished reading, so I feel excited knowing that I'll get to his povs soon. there, I said it.

[kirrua]

[no-tengo-ojos]

TMAGP series finale is happening on a GWR train so expect it to be delayed by approximately 46 minutes

[extended-play]

hello etho girl nation im back

[shrimpari]

“I made a pact with Vol, a pact of Blood”

Strahd von Zarovich and his very, very good friend.

[cowboy-by-proxy]

Cross-stitch stardew chicken!!!

Just a reminder to take up textile and more hands on hobbies!!! Cause ai can replicate art but it can never truly make it <3

[royakahoshiart]

oh my god i remember this catching me so off guard.

KOU. WDYM YOU VARELY FEEL PAIN. WHAT THE FUCK.

I meas as to be expected, his hand is fucked up from the staff and when he held teru's sword by the blade, fight with hakubo and the many many times he was smashed onto the ground and also exorcist genes idfk...

[aspergasm]

All you need to know about the current state of America is that Patrick Bateman would be THRILLED about it.