#ruf writes

[rufpup47]

A/N: Yoooooo another Khori fic?? LESGOOO!!!

Uh.. *ahem* tagging some ppl that might be interested in this don’t mind me- @traumatizedartist @emophobix

Uhh, anyway-

enjoy the fic!!

-ruf >:3

Always Here For You

A Murder Drones Khori (Khan x Nori) one-shot fan fiction

TRIGGER/CRINGE WARNING: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing <—(literally only one word is said, but just in case lol-)

It has been a while since Khan has been in his room, and Nori was starting to get worried. She didn’t want to check on him just yet, just in case he was asleep, but Nori’s concerns got the better of her.

She’s just going to see if he’s okay, and that’s all…

- - -

Nori stood in front of the bedroom door. She knocked softly.

No response.

Well, that’s not good…

Nori entered the room rather quickly.

“Khan...? Are you alright in he-”

She stopped mid-sentence.

The room was relatively quiet— only occupied by the sound of silence, or the soft hum of the buzzing fluorescent lights in the room.

The only ‘real’ noise that could be heard was what sounded like.. breathing. But not like– ‘normal’ breathing sounds. It sounded more inconsistent— frantic. Almost like someone’s breath was… hitching..?

….

The realization hit harder than expected.

Khan was laying in bed and had hid himself underneath a blanket. It seemed like he didn’t even notice that Nori was in the room.

“….Khan..?”

The soft call of Nori’s voice appeared to have gotten Khan’s attention.

He slightly lifted the covers just so only his face was visible. His gaze was locked onto Nori for a short moment. He looked away— almost… shamefully…

Nori slowly stepped a little closer.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart..?” She asked.

Nori crouched down in front of Khan— as if a way to show that she was ready to listen.

Khan managed to get a few words out—

“I dunno.. I just- I-I all of the sudden felt.... really sad...” He said, “S-So I… I-I came in here…”

Nori furrowed her brows.

“Why in here all by yourself..?” She asked with genuine concern in her voice.

“I didn’t wanna bother you…” Khan sighed while sitting up effortlessly .

“ ‘Bother me’…? ” Nori asked.

“Y-Yeah, I.. I didn’t think it was worth annoying you about…” Khan confirmed weakly.

‘Annoying’..?

....

Nori almost flinched.

“W-Wait… you’ve been… crying in here alone… because you’re afraid to bother me..?”

Khan’s eyes hollowed. He looked away with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

It didn’t take long for her to put the pieces together. She had heard enough.

Nori sighed.

The motion was quick, and loose— zero hesitation in her movement. Nori threw her arms tightly around Khan.

During that moment, Khan didn’t know what to think, or how to react. For now, he returned the hug.

Khan tried everything he could to distract himself. Like gently stroking Nori’s hair through his fingers, or– just literally anything that could distract himself from the spiraling thoughts that overwhelmed him in his mind. But… He tried. He really did try.

Khan began to tremble. He let out a small whimper—a weak, humiliating, pathetic noise that he could never allow anyone to see come from him.

“It’s okay.. just let it out...” Nori spoke in the softest, most comforting voice she could muster.

Almost in an instant, Khan released everything he had been holding back into the crook of Nori’s neck.

“Theeeere ya go…” Nori soothed, “..that’s it… that’s it....”

Khan was practically unintelligible— a weak, “I’m so sorry…” was all that Nori could make out through his trembling voice.

And his voice.. oh, his voice…

Khan usually always has a bright, cheerful tone to him, regardless of the situation. Always finding a way to stay positive.

But now..?

It doesn’t even sound like him.

His voice sounded broken. It was so off-putting, unnatural even, to say the least to see him like this. It’s like it was coming from a completely different person.

And the worst part of all of this.. is that Nori couldn’t do anything to help.

It pained her to see Khan like this. Barely comprehensible and apologizing profusely.

Honestly, she was sorry too.

It felt like forever, but Khan eventually started to calm down.. er- kind of.

Khan still clung on tightly to Nori— his eyes fixed on the ground.

Nori was scared to make a move, just in case Khan didn’t want to pull away yet, but she slowly lifted him off of her. Thankfully, Khan didn’t seem to be resisting.

Both drones faced each other. Nori locked her gaze onto Khan’s eyes, but he wasn’t looking back— not even a glance.

“Hey…” Nori reached out to Khan— gently lifting his chin up and turning his head back to her.

“You never bother me. It’s okay to want or seek comfort. You’re not being weak or pathetic for feeling this way either.”

Nori wiped the tears from Khan’s eyes.

“I love you, a lot. And it hurts to see you feel the need to hide your feelings from me.”

Nori paused for a moment.

“Listen, I’m not gonna tell you to ‘just be happy’ because that’s a bullshit answer and it doesn’t help.

But.. the only thing I want you to do right now is relax. Try to calm yourself down and focus on taking deep breaths. Okay..?”

The only response that Nori received was a weak nod, but that was more than enough for her.

After that, Khan layed back down on his side but this time without a blanket covering him.

Silence fell for a few moments.

“Do you.. want me to stay in here with you?” Nori asked.

Khan sluggishly reached for Nori’s hand, but didn’t quite hold it.

Nori chuckled softly. She climbed into bed and lied down on Khan’s opposite side— gently wrapping herself around him.

“There we go. This is a lot more comfortable, right?” Nori said.

Khan gave a weak hum in response.

“Good…” Nori positioned her hands on Khan’s chest— just over his heart.

Khan gently grasped onto Nori’s hands that lovingly held him.

After what felt like forever, Khan was finally starting to calm down. For real this time. Nori just simply being there was definitely making a difference.

“Nori…?” Khan actually said something.

Nori smiled, relieved to hear Khan’s voice again—“Yeah..?”

Khan blushed sheepishly—

“Th-Thank you.. for… always forgiving me.. even…despite everything....” His voice was almost above a whisper.

“Of course I always forgive you. You’ve never had to apologize…”

She leaned the side of her head against Khan’s shoulder, allowing her eyes to fall half closed.

“…because there’s nothing to be sorry for..” Nori trailed off as she fully closed her eyes.

Khan finally smiled. “I love you, starlight...”

A breathy chuckle came from behind him.

“I love you too, sunshine.” Nori placed a gentle kiss on Khan’s cheek.

Fin~

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A/N #2: Hope ya’ll enjoyed this! I hope to share more fics like this in the future!

-ruf >:3

[ohsunshine]

you should all give ur muses dæmons btw

[african-international-magazine]

100 Africa's Game changers : The African International Magazine- January / February/ March edition 2025

Luol Deng. https://theafricaninternational.org/100-africas-game-changers-the-african-international-magazine-january-february-march-edition-2025-6/

Voahirana Randriamamonjy.

Christo wiese. https://theafricaninternational.org/100-africas-game-changers-the-african-international-magazine-january-february-march-edition-2025-8/

[wonderjanga]

Marvel and Wonder Woman

@actuel-idiot is a major reason I’m writing this! They gave me the idea so the credit goes to them.

Diana has a special relationship with Captain Marvel. They’re family. Technically. But they’re family! The man has no problem treating her like one of his own, and it’s not like Diana has any of her other family in man’s world so she’ll take what she can get. The only downside is that no one knows his actual identity, including Diana. Half the people in the JL don’t even believe he has one, but when Diana asked, he confirmed he did. She hoped that one day he would share his identity with her, but for the meantime, she’d just continue to enjoy their bond.

Like, for example, Diana talks to Marvel whenever she misses Themyscira. The very first time she started missing her home was about a few weeks after the JL formed. (Marvel’s a founding member in this post)

WW: “Captain, do you ever miss home?”

Marvel: “Hm? I guess so?” *confused*

WW: “You guess so? Do you not miss Olympus? I assume that’s where you grew up.”

Marvel: “Oh, no. I’ve never been to Olympus. If that’s what you mean by home. It isn’t.”

WW: “Then where is your home?”

Marvel: “Well, I haven’t had a home in a long time. So, I can’t particularly say. All I know is that I can’t go back, and as the years go by, I hate to say it but I barely remember it.” He only knows what his dad looks like due to his Marvel form, and he only remembers his mom due to Mary’s form. As for what they were like? A lot of the memories are fuzzy. “So, unfortunately… there isn’t really much to miss.”

WW: “Do you think I’ll forget about Themyscira?”

Marvel: “I don’t know. But that’s why it’s important to make a home wherever you go. That, and if you really don’t wanna forget, you can always try and find people who used to call your home theirs.” *shrugs*

WW: “I don’t believe there are any other Amazonians and man’s world.”

Marvel: “Well… not technically.” *little smile* “You know, a few thousand years ago I was an Amazonian at some point.”

WW: “What…?”

Marvel: “Shocking. I know.” *little laugh*

WW: “But you’re a man?” *dumbfounded expression*

Marvel: “Yeah, I know, but I wasn’t always. If you want, I could tell you some stuff about the first island.”

WW: “The first Themyscira? You were alive back then?”

Marvel: “Yup.”

WW: *stares for a bit* “I’d… I’d like that a lot. Please share.”

The two spend the rest of the evening talking about all the lore about Themyscira, Diana’s mother, Diana’s aunts, the culture back then, the dialects, and so on.

Then, there was the incident with Circe. She had cast a spell on Diana, turning her into a child. After it had happened, she left and soon a mini Diana was swarmed by the leaguers.

Marvel: “Wait, so she still knows who we all are, she’s just a little kid?”

Batman: *nods head* “Correct.”

WW: *looking around as the other leaguers fawn over her cause she’s adorable*

Batman: “It also altered her mindset, making her more childish.”

WW: *spots Marvel and her eyes sparkle* “Big brother!” *runs over to Marvel and crashes into his legs hugging them*

Marvel: “Woah!” *slightly startled at her running over* “Wow, Diana, you’re still so strong.” *takes on the tone he uses to talk to Darla (aka big brother/father tone) as he leans down to pick her up*

WW: *nods head* “Yeah!”

Marvel: *moves to carry her like she’s his own daughter*

The two proceed to talk about whatever as the other JL members coo at the two looking like father and daughter. Same black hair and blue eyes. Also, Zeus was gnawing at the bars of his metaphorical cage when he saw this. His daughter was too precious. As soon as the other leaguers blinked, he took little Diana and they proceeded to go fight Mr.Mind together. They then went for ice cream afterwords. Now, they’re eating their respective cones while sitting on the edge of a building.

Marvel: “You did such a good job, Diana. That one punch at that one robot that sent it flying into three other ones was amazing.” *smiles and ruffles Diana’s hair*

WW: *giggles and licks ice cream* “Thanks, dad.”

Marvel: *pauses mid bite of ice cream* (Yes, I’m making Billy bite his ice cream)

WW: *doesn’t even realize she said that*

Zeus: “You… YOU STOLE MY DAUGHTER?!” *thunderclouds in the distance*

Billy proceeded to have to make many offerings to Zeus to make him calm down after the incident. For a week straight, he kept getting little shocks whenever he touched stuff.

[bakug0uzb1thc]

omg after reading your last request it made me think of my own. Katsuki x reader who is the older sister in her household. basically on top of the readers hero studies, she has to still be a second mother for her many siblings and is burnt out.

hope this isn’t too much or anything :)

Agh I enjoyed writing this sm :3 feel free to change any sibling names !!

Solutions

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader

Summary: ruined plans by having to watch your siblings take a cute turn !!

Warnings: none, mainly fluff, bkg might be ooc

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You were supposed to have a nice date with Katsuki, you had been stressed and he said he’d take you out to help you both take a break from hero work and your studies.

you told him to stay outside so you could change real quick but you said that unaware of what was gonna meet you on the other side.

As you walked in and took off your shoes you were greeted by your younger twin brothers Kyo and Tsuyoi wrestling, your little sister Hiyori crying and your angelic baby brother yuro hugging his blanket on the sidelines just watching.

You wanted to cry, the one day you thought you could share with your boyfriend was now ruined. “Hey break it up you two.” You deadplanted grabbing both ten-year-olds by the back of their shirts but that didn’t stop them from trying to throw themselves at each-other.

“He started it y/n!” Kyo yelled pointing to the other boy that looked like a copy. “No it wasn’t!” Tsuyoi defended but you shut them up before they had any other words to throw.

“I don’t care who did what where’s mom?” Looking between the two waiting for an answer. “Shes asleep, she said she needed to take a nap.” Kyo sighed trying to squeeze out of your hold.

You were at a defeat, she worked another night shift at the hospital and you couldn’t just wake her up, but you were gonna have to tell Katsuki you had to cancel.

Walking out the door and shutting it behind you, he raised his gaze confused. “Thought you were gonna change?” He tilted his head, “I can’t suki, I need to watch my siblings. My mom worked the night shift and is taking a nap.” You fidgeted with your fingers trying your best to avoid his look.

“That’s fine? Your siblings love me.” He gave a smug smile. The disappointment you were expecting never came, you were only met by him giving you another solution.

“Are you su-“ the door you were leaning on opened to all your siblings peaking out to see who their sister was talking to.

“Hey it’s Bakugou!” Tsuyoi shouted flinging the door open. “Hey squirt.” He said ruffing the kids hair as he waved to all the rest of your siblings who thought foundly of him.

“See they love me.” He said even smugger than before with a matching smirk. “Hey I wanna show you the new video game I got!” Kyo said grabbing onto his hand dragging him into the house giving him just barely enough time to take off his shoes.

The rest of the night was surprisingly the most relaxed you’d been in a while, all of your hero studies you pushed yourself through no longer crowding your mind and to your shock Katsuki was weirdly good with your siblings.

Despite you having more brothers Katsuki never failed to include your little sister into whatever the boys were doing.

“You surprise me kat.” You whispered trying to not wake the 4 sleeping bodies that were against and on both you and Katsuki. All of you had sat down for a movie and boom they were all fast asleep.

“What do you mean?” He said still managing to have at least an arm wrapped around you.

“You’re so good with them, they don’t even like me that much.” You rolled your eyes with dramatic jealousy. “Dunno, I just want them to think I’m cool I guess.” He shrugged at the confession he thought was obvious.

“That so.. sweet.” You gave him a soft smile and laid your head on his shoulder, doing your best not to wake the sleeping yudo on your lap.

“Thank you, for helping me.” you rub your cheek on him trying to show some affection. “I can’t kiss you so I’m resorting to this don’t think I’m weird.” You tried to defend. “You’re still weird.” He laid his head on top of yours. “Shut up.”

[lyinginmeadow]

Summer days I Dad!Azriel x Mom!reader

Word count: 1,4k Summary: You and your family enjoy a nice day at the beach A/N: Seasonal depression is gone, so this is a fluffy little blurb. I'm finally writing for acotar again, yey.

Vacation was hard to come by in Velaris, so your family gladly took it when the opportunity arose. Adriata was incredibly beautiful, and the sunshine gave you all the serotonin you needed. After a good amount of reassurance from Varian, Tarquin let you stay at his beach house. Even Cassian was welcomed, sort of. From what you had heard, he wasn't allowed to drink a single drop of alcohol and had to periodically get tested. It was hilarious.

You knew you were under a watchful eye, but the sea made it all worth it. It was so much warmer than what you were used to. Since Night was much colder, especially in Velaris, surrounded by the mountains. The beach was beaming with life as your two little boys played with their father and his shadows in the shallow water. Your heart was swelling at the sight of them smiling and laughing.

''The things I would give to the Mother to bed him. I mean, do you see his body?'' Your fae ears picked up a female's hushed voice. ''Same, dear. Only the Gods know what he could do with those shadows of his.'' Another female replied, smitten with your mate. ''Maybe he is available.'' You rolled your eyes, slightly agitated. Not only was Azriel yours, and these types of conversations were a common recurrence, but you found it highly disgusting to be suggesting something like that while your mate was playing with your two children. Signing, you mindlessly rubbed your growing belly. Thankfully, revenge sometimes finds you naturally.

''Momma!'' Your oldest, Evren, yelled as he ran to you, fully drenched in salty water with his brother and father right behind him. ''Did you see how we built the castle?'' He asked full of excitement and anticipation. ''Yes, it looks stunning, honey. When are we moving in?'' You smiled down at him, ruffing his hair as he laughed, telling you how silly you were for wanting to live in a sand castle. ''Daddy's shadows helped, too.'' Added Rhyo, your younger son, as he came nearer, hand in hand with your mate. ''Hey there, momma.'' Az purred, letting go of Rhyo to lean down and peck your lips. ''EWW!'' Screamed both of your children, earning a laugh from both of you.

''Hush, the two of you, or there will be no story during bedtime.'' Az threatened them jokingly, and as always, it worked. You looked behind you at the females who were all but drooling over your mate just moments ago, only to see them packing and shooting daggers your way. You smiled sweetly, returning your attention to your family.

''You two going to water with us now, sunshine?'' Az asked as he rubbed your swollen belly. ''Only if you help me stand up.'' He just laughed, offering his scarred hands and lifting you with ease. ''I love you, you know that?'' He whispered, not letting go of your hands. Man, was he good at his spying. ''I love you, too.'' You kissed him again, but this time the shadows prohibited the boys from seeing. ''Hey!'' They both squealed, but the shadows disappeared shortly after letting them see just your cheeky grins. ''Wanna show me the castle up close?'' You smiled at them as they nodded, racing towards the water without looking back. You followed close by, wrapping your arms around your mate's waist, slowly letting them drop lower.

''Let's keep it family-friendly here, okay? You know Targuin loves sending us rubies.'' Called Feyre, who suddenly appeared with Rhys and Nyx behind you. ''Nyxie, come see the castle we built!'' Yelled your little ones with glee, making Nyx disappear from beside his parents. Literally, leaving smoke behind him as he reappeared next to Rhyo, who was laughing at his ability. ''At least we wouldn't have to worry about a gift for Amren.'' You laughed while hugging your pregnant sister. ''I still can't believe our timing.'' She shook her head and then glared back at Rhys, who was laughing, probably sending a mental remark her way.

''Me either. I wish I could help you with discomfort, but my hands are tied. Madja says I shouldn't use powers, and Az wholeheartedly agrees, saying that we have been through this already.'' You rolled your eyes, but even if you didn't like it, you agreed with them. Being a healer, you understood the risks of fae pregnancies. Your first gave the two of you quite a scare. But you never complained since it gave you your firstborn, Evren. Ever so serious, as his father often was, you loved him dearly.

''Rhys is unbearable with protectiveness, too. I am shocked he agreed to go to this beach. But I get it, you know how our first went.'' You nodded, not wanting to relive the dread that seized you during your sister's first birth. Keeping her alive when your powers were just developing was harder than anything you had ever experienced. ''I think this time it could be a little baby girl.'' Feyre beamed, changing the topic to something positive. ''You and me both.'' You answered with a smile on your face. You loved having boys, but an image of a little girl with pigtails, running around, never left your dreams.

''If you wanted more children, you should have asked. I would gladly let you keep mine.'' Answered a female with a smirk dancing on her face. ''Nesta, for the last time, stop giving out our child to other beings.'' Called Cassian, earning laughter from our group. 

''It's good to see you made it in good spirits.'' Smiled Rhys when he greeted them. The males instantly formed a group looking after the children so they wouldn't get into trouble. Much like their fathers, they seemed to possess a magnet when it came to these things.

''You're both glowing, but Gods, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes in this heat.'' Said Nesta as she hugged you and Feyre.

''It's killing me, but Az is thankfully occupying the boys so I can rest a bit more.'' You smile, looking at Azriel with a fond smile. You were still smitten, even after all those years. You still couldn't get used to the idea that what felt like many years was nothing in a lifetime of fae. ''I still can't believe we are about to have another child.''

''Neither can I. But can you blame us? Everything is uncharacteristically quiet. And peaceful.'' Added Feyre while watching her mate chuckling at something Cass said.

''Well, you won't see me having another anytime soon. One is a handful. I am convinced she inherited everything from Cassian. Little spawn of Hel.'' Nesta shook her head, but all three of us knew she adored her child. She gave her everything our mother never even attempted to. She may be strict, but that never stopped her from being a good mother, even if she'd worried she wouldn't be enough.

''You know, I thought that people in Adriata are way happier due to the sunshine and everything, but we passed a couple of females in a particularly bad mood.'' Feyre shook her head, making you chuckle. ''I feel like I am to blame for that.'' You admitted trying to at least hide the smirk forming on your lips.

''Excuse me, you? You do realize that is my expertise.'' Said Nesta in disbelief. ''I need details. Spill.'' She continued.

''Well, it was not exactly my fault. One would think that after being mated and having faelings, they would stop drooling over him. But no, and in front of the children at that. It's disgusting.'' You shared, shaking your head in disdain.

''I feel you. I may be a High Lady, but some people still don't get the hint.'' Feyre gave you a sympathetic look. 

''Honestly, why are they even bothering with some old grandpas when we are in the picture?'' Said Nesta quite loudly. ''I heard that!'' Called Cassian back. ''You were supposed to!'' Replied the oldest of the Archeron sisters, earning laughter from all of us.

These days were your favorite. Being surrounded by your family was always what fuelled you, making you happy. Smiling, you looked at your mate, who was always there to return your gaze. Feeling the love he sent down the bond made your heart flutter. After so many hardships, this is what you needed.

Thank you so much for reading this little piece 🤍

[dwaekkicidal]

Curly Hair Routine with Changbin

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Teaching Changbin how to take care of his curls. based off this post/request!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1k (how did i do this.. i thought it was like 500)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: none really :3 just fluff and mentioned that reader has longish, curly hair

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: i saw a few moots repost that prompt and i have curly hair (like 3A/3B?) that i've been learning to take care of the last few years so :3 thought this was cyuuute!!! also probably gonna write chris' later today/tomorrow! (my insomnia came back so.. we'll see when it gets done LMFAO)

@chaeryred (also @httpdwaekki cause hehe) i hope you guys like it >< thought it came off a little messy but i still think its pretty cute

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

"YAH! IT'S TOO COLD"

"SIT STILL! I JUST HAVE TO WASH IT OUT-"

"NO!!!! MOM!!! HEEEEEEELP-"

After wrestling your boyfriend like a cat taking a bath, you managed to wash the rest of the conditioner out of his hair and wrap his head up in a towel. You sent him to sit on the floor in the living room while you went to grab all your products from your bedroom. Once you returned, you were met with the biggest pout you've ever seen mixed with the nastiest side eye known to man. His head is almost completely wrapped up in a towel, minus the big circle where part of his face peeks out, and his arms are crossed sassily.

You couldn't help but smile and chuckle, shaking your head as you dropped the products and tools on the couch. You sit directly behind him, putting your legs on either side of his shoulders and leaning him into you. He shivers and your heart pangs a little, but you lean forward and wrap your arms around him and rub them soothingly. A quiet 'hmph!' comes from him and you laugh again.

"I'm sorry, baby. You said you wanted to do my hair routine just like me. And I always end it off with rinsing with cold water." Your fingers sneak into the hole in the towel and pull it back some, exposing his cheeks more as well as some of his wet hair. He makes the angry noise again and throws a small fit, turning away from you and tugging the towel back to its previous position in defiance.

You peck his cheek a few times and combine it with a mumbled apology. Then a small smile forms on his face and you start ruffing the towel, rubbing your hands back and forth and using it to poke fun at him while also starting to dry his hair off. Giggles erupt from the both of you as he drops the tough act and reacts to the ticklish feeling, his distinct giggle ringing through your ears in the best way possible.

Once you both have calmed down, and he's no longer feigning distress, you start to gently dry his hair. "I brought a mirror too." His hair is mostly dry and you grab your brush before realizing that Changbin's eyes have been glued to the show on TV. This was supposed to be a learning experience so you wanted him to watch, but it was also endearing to see him trust you so blindly that he resorts to iPad-baby tendencies.

"Are you gonna watch me do it so you can learn, or was this just an excuse for you to get pampered?" You tease, tilting his head back gently so he can look you in the eyes. He smiles apologetically and reaches for the mirror, "Sorry, Bunny. Got a little distracted hehe. I am your apprentice tonight! Teach away, Jagi." You smile widely and lean down again to place a kiss on his lips. One he reciprocates it before fixing his posture and placing the mirror in position.

He then lowers the television down and sits there patiently, allowing you to take him through the steps and using the mirror to peek at what your hands are doing. You start it off by showing him the products and explaining what they do and then tell him how you're supposed to use them, using a strand of his hair as an example.

Each step doesn't take long, thanks to the fact that he memorized the first few steps of your routine; the brushing and cream application. What you did explain was the styling techniques. He could have just left it as is and not done anything, or he could do what you do and finger-coil each strand.

He had seen how you slaved over your hair for over an hour each time you finger-coiled it and was dreading his experience to be similar to that. But thanks to how short his hair was compared to yours, it was a cakewalk. However, when he tried to coil one strand himself, his fingers did manage to get tangled in each other a few times... but you have to experience something to really learn from it! And the texture of the gel you used seemed to drive him crazy, but he got used to it eventually.

Then it was onto drying! You had brought out the diffuser attachment- or.. what Changbin called the "claws of death," for your hair dryer. He had seen you use it countless times before, but it looked like a jumbled mess of things from the outside and he never knew if there was a technique to it or if it was just random movements.

After teaching him the tips and tricks you used for extra volume and just how to diffuse his hair in general on a small section of his hair, you watched proudly as he dried the rest of his hair on his own with little to no problems. You did a dramatic reveal, wiggling your fingers and adding a "Tada~" when he looked into the mirror for the final time.

He stared for a while, eyes tracing the unfamiliar, defined curls on his head. They were pretty, and you have literally never seen his hair like that before. But what really made it worth it was his reaction. A big smile grew on his face and he turned to you, crawling up the couch to give you a big kiss. "Thank you, Bunny."

"Of course, baby. You look good like this." You smiled and admired your handiwork for a while until you remembered that today was supposed to be your wash day in the first place.

"Okay!! Time for me to wash my hair now." You peck him on the lips and playfully shove him onto the couch, running away after. The pitter-patter of his steps chases after you and he wraps his hands around you once the water is turned back on.

"Wait. I want to do it!" He smiles widely despite the unsure face you make. But he's your Binnie, so it's kind of hard not to cave in. You agree and resume the same position he had earlier, sitting on the tile with your neck resting on the edge and your head hovering over the big bowl of the tub. He steals another kiss before gathering your hair products and directing the water to your head.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I'm a professional at this~"

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When Johnny Comes Back pt8

Howdy y'all! It seems I'm back. I'm writing this at like 5 AM. Idk why it seems like y'all didn't like the last part? Was it too long? Were the colors overwhelming? Hopefully not cuz it's so much more in here. Anyway here's the next part. Tell me if it's too long. Also I got college tests comin up so.....expect some delays for the next few days

tags: @supermegabitchboyexceptimagirl, and @beelzebee

part1, part2, part3, part4, part5, part6, part7

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You’re standing on a cliff side, the sunset beautiful and fleeting. Ash swirls around you. You look to where it’s from and it’s your cat Simon tipping over the urn. The ashes surround you as a mysterious laughter surrounds you, along with mocking words you don’t understand but just know they’re meant to be despairing. And that he has a Russian accent for some reason. The ash swirls faster and the next time you look at Simon he’s a charred mess of what he used to be.

“Simon?” You ask, distraught and horrified at your sweet kitty’s death. Simon’s eyes were dead and bluer than you remember. The ash surround you more and more and you sense Johnny’s presence. You don’t know why or where.

“Johnny?” You call out and the Russian’s voice grows louder and more mocking as more, sadder voices joined in. It didn’t feel like there was an outside source to the voices. It felt like it was in your mind.

"He was the best of us"

"The toughest"

"Would have fought the world barehanded"

Your location changed and you’re looking over Johnny’s dead body, the shot on his head bleeding nightmarishly. His lifeless eyes pointing at you without looking at you. You hear an authoritative voice announce: “All stations- this is Bravo in the blind. Threat neutralized. Bomb is safe... One KIA.”

You see a strange shadowy figure loom over Sergeant Soap. His shadows reminded you of the fur on Simon.

It was hard to make out but you saw a skull with hollow eyes and knew you just knew that this was death and he was going to take Johnny away from you. You look at the horrific state of Johnny. Your mouth doesn’t move but you’re calling out to him as the reaper takes him away.

“Johnny! No! Please!”

You couldn’t move, you were running but it’s like you weren’t moving. You call out to them more but it’s like you weren’t actually screaming. You catch up to them and tackle death, but he and Johnny disintegrates into shadows and ash that surround you again. The voices come back: the Russian, the voices, Johnny himself. You couldn’t understand anything you’re hearing other than occasional words:

“KIA” “Bonnie!” “Be careful who you trust sergeant. Peo-“ “bravo six goin da-“ “-ple you know can hurt you the most” “translate that from bullshit to eng-“ “hen! I’m here” "-the toughest" “or I’ll FUCKiNG hang you from it” “would have fought the world bare handed” “LOVE! WAKE UP!”*

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You GASP loudly as you’re shaken from your torture.

“Lassie?” He shakes you again

You look at Soap “Johnny?!”

“Aye I’m here what hap-“ you hug him tightly, just like the one you gave him yesterday: strong, tight, wet, bordering on suffocating if he wasn’t so durable, all done while you’re shaking. He grips you back, rubbing your back and ruffing your hair. “Birdie…what happened?”

You squeeze harder and he catches the hint that you just need to be grounded right now. He leans into your ear and whispers reassurances

“Jus’ a bad dream Bonny lass, yer here with me now. Yer big strong man, back from war safe and sound. You’re okay Bonny nothing is gonna hurt ya.”

“I’m not worried about myself Johnny..” you mumble. His words hit him like a brick all over again and his heart swells. he’d tease you for falling for him but…not now.

“Aye….I’m…sorry tae worry ye”

“I saw you dead…”

“…..” he goes quiet

“I saw you dead…and…and death took you…a-and…I-I tried to stop it b-but he disappeared a-and Simon also died and was burned-”

“Hey, hey…hen…jus’ a nightmare okay?”

“I’ve had this exact nightmare before. I don’t know why it keeps happening. It feels so real.” You finally pull back, looking at him. This time, when looking at the bandage on his head, you feel relieved. He’s hurt, but he’s here. Here and breathing. You place your chin on his neck and look up at him with soft puppy eyes

“I’m worried for you”

“I Ken.”

“You could’ve died”

“Aye”

“Your head was shot”

“Dinnae need ta remind me.”

You sigh and close your eyes as he ruffled your hair.

“I’m here Bonny. I cannae promise you to be back next time. I’m not that naive, seen too many a men sharing a laugh wit me one night and share a body bag the next. Hell, even civis die without warnin’ all da damn time. I cannae promise ye next month or next week, and neither can you, but I’m promising ye right now. And right now I’m layin’ in my kip with the fairest princess in the land.”

You crack a smile

“Aye, she’s even fairer now”

You giggle and hide your face into his chest.

“I’m glad you’re here Johnny”

“Haven’t heard you say that before. Say it again?”

You don’t shake your head or roll your eyes, instead you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close to your chest

“I’m so happy that you’re here Johnny!” He growls and grips your body harshly

“I could get used tae this bein my good mornin’” he rasps

“Hmm..me t-…..” you stop, remembering something

.

.

“birdie?”

You pull back and have an annoyed look on you

“Johnny.” You say firmly

“A..aye?”

You grip his face roughly, as if trying to punish him “were you awake while I was trying to get out of your hold last night?”

“Dinnae Ken wha’ yer talking aboot’”

“Johnny.” You say ever firmer, looking at him with a piercing gaze

“Yes gorgeous?”

“Were you. Awake. While I was trying to go sleep in my bed?”

“…..”

“Johnny?” You growl, your touch now pressing into his head injury (not too hard through) to get your point across. “Tell me the truth”

“I love you mo chridhe”

“JOHNNY! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!”

You rip the pillow out from under him and raise it above your head like a bloodthirsty barbarian, ready to strike

“Princess! Mercy please I beg o’ ya!”

“There’s no doll here now sergeant suds! Now it’s your superior! And you’re taking discipline”

He laughs at your mimicry, blocking your pillowy bludgeons to the body

“Since when-" smack "-were you-" smack "-my superior?”

You growl and increase your pace.

“I dinnae take orders from a civi!” He chuckles. He tackles you to lay down on the bed while you continue to pillow smack him.

“I’m the princess. I outrank you sergeant! Now unhand me!” You blow your tongue at him.

“Yes yer highness.” He rolls off you. You jump off the bed, face red at what you endured. He gets off and runs up to you too.

“C’mon leannan, aren’t ye glad that yer brave soldier was there to protect ye from the nightmare?”

Pause.

Well….that’s true. Who know how bad that nightmare could’ve gotten if he didn’t shake you awake and comfort you. He hugs your from behind, doing that terrible habit of leaning in close behind you to speak lowly over your shoulder while being half dressed

“I’m just doin’ by job princess. Duty calls”

“And does your Call of Duty include trapping and annoying the princess until she attacks you with pillows?”

“Tis’ Modern Warfare bonny. Things are like that these days.”

“And the bedtime story you made me tell?”

“Tis’ Modern Warfare too. I’d die for it” You sigh. He’s impossible. He leans into your ear more. “If it’s nae too late, Good mornin’ leannan”

“It’s the afternoon Johnny. It’s what happens when you sleep around sunrise”

“My sunrise happens when my sun rises”

“And when that?”

“When didja wake up?”

You blush “shut up.”

“Yes yer highness. Yer always so grumpy in the mornin’”

“You’re always annoying in the morning. Do they train you to be a nuisance the second you wake up?”

“Aye, ye never Ken when they might get piece o’ mind” You shake your head and try to move, his arms are imprisoning you fucking again*

“Johnny.”

“Nae”

“……I’ll make you breakfast”

“A big one?”

“Yes you beast. A big one. But you’ll have to get dressed more than your underwear.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so. You don’t see me walking around the place with jus’ my skivvies on do you?”

He shrugs “sounds like a you problem.”

“Do it and I’ll give you the flat’s entire inventory of bacon and a dozen eggs”

He lets go and dashes to the closet to get dressed. You smile and skip to make a feast fit for an army. A one man army that is. A tiny while later he there, shirtless but at least he’s got pants on.

“Thank you honey”

“You don’t have to say that. And I’m not your honey” you say the line you’ve said many times to the point where it’s an affectionate routine like your personalized greeting

“Then why are you so sweet to me hen?” He says on cue.

“Okay you Lorne lad. Go sit down as I make you breakfast”

“I want tae hel-“

“Sit down.”

He obeys and spends the entire time staring at you, just like Simon, who’s watching nearby. As per promise you added the rest of all the bacon you had into a skillet

“Aye, little more?” He teased

“This is like a kilo of bacon”

“Not enough”

“Sush this ain’t epic meal time.”

You decide to be a cunt to prove a point make enough food to feed the entire cast of Game of Thrones. Let’s see him ask for more now. what’s in an English/Scottish breakfast again?

Eggs. How many Eggs? Well no one eats eggs like Gaston, but Gaston hasn’t met Soap.

Sausages. How much sausages? Enough to make AO3 look clean enough to have a church service in.

“Ohh leannan that looks good!”

“I said shush let me finish”

Beans. Beans? You and the boys at 3AM Lookin for BEANS and this is enough gas to keep a tank in orbit.

“Bonnie I think that’s eno-“

“Shush”

Mushrooms. He wants mushrooms? Here’s Enough to recreate The Last of Us.

Does Johnny boy want toast? Here is Enough to eradicate the local duck population from existence, then enough tea to recreate the Boston tea party and serve the queen leftover. But knowing Johnny he’ll want coffee too.

How much coffee you give him? Enough to make a college student flinch

Aaannnd finally tomatoes. That’s Enough tomatoes to boo away every mediocre LA comedian into a better profession.

“Done” you grin and turn to look back at Soap, who was visibly salivating. You chuckle “are you hungry princess bubbles?”

“Aye” he says looking at the domestic scene before him. You, in pajamas and his shirt, making him a breakfast feast when he came back from deployment. It’s not just the food he’s salivating at.

“Eat up” you start serving it all and he digs in like a wild dog. Before meeting him, You’d be disgusted and put off by this barbaric behavior, but because it’s Johnny, not only do you let it slide, you also find it endearing.

Simon jumps on the table, you shoo him away from your plate, trying to make him eat from his kitty bowl. It’s on the table because he refused to eat otherwise. He wants to eat with your two and that’s final.

He, for some reason decided to eat from Soap’s plate, which was smart because Johnny “I’ll eat anythin’ you make me” Mactavish doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

You leisurely eat your food as Johnny seems to be challenging Matt Stony for his records. You sip on your beverage, that’s in a cup, while Johnny drinks from the pitcher. He finishes his breakfast, a surprise to even you seeing how much he ate, and lays back with a groan

“I’m stuffed lass. Dinnae think I can move.”

“You didn’t have to eat all of it”

“Nae, I’ll eat anythin’ and everythin’ ye make”

“Yeah well, don’t get used to it. Do you have any idea how expensive that brand of bacon was?” You say looking at your phone casually

“Ye’d have more money if ye married me for military spouse tax benefits Bonny” You laugh, what a bold offer and yet it doesn’t sound too bad.

“I’m sure”

“Think about it Bonnie, I’ll make ye a Mactavish, you already act like one, makin yer soldier a feast after comin’ back from the war” oh is that why he was affectionate today?

You snort “oh no Johnny. Once you retire, you’re taking my last name”

“And why’s tha’?”

“it’ll do you some good changing your last name. If anyone asks why you took mine, just say you married a feminist” you sip your drink.

"what's wrong with Mactavish?" he whines through his chuckle

“You’re a war criminal Johnny.” You casually mention, as if Soap ever wanted you to know that.

Jazz Music Stops

He didn’t.

part9

[littlespacereader]

Hiii I hope your doing well I saw your spooky requests so I hope this is good enough

Do you think you can write something with (either Tom's or Andrew's)Peter parker with a little wanting to be Spiderman for Halloween and maybe helping them make a custom suit?

Literally so cute!!! I definitely to go with Andrew’s Spider-Man to change things up a bit! I hope you enjoy this story!! I made it so you as the reader can decide what your Spidey suit looks like! Enjoy!!❤️💙

Little Spidey❤️💙🎃

Caregiver! Peter Parker & GN Little! Reader

Tags- custom Spidey suits, trick or treating, Peter goes by Papa, Halloween, drawing, creating a suit together

Y/N ran into Peter’s room with another beautiful masterpiece of a drawing. They happily held it close to their body, as if it was a surprise.

Peter smiled seeing his little one run over with such enthusiasm. “What do you have here? Another master piece for Papa?”

He held his hand out for it but Y/N hesitated.

“So you know Halloween is just a couple of weeks away?”

“Yup, you tell me at least once a day.” He smirked.

“I know. But I’m so excited!! And…And I think I got my costume figured out! I wanna be your sidekick!” They smile back to him, clearly excited about the idea.

“You wanna me a mini me?” He smiled back, “I’ll have to run to the store and get more blue and red fabric-.”

“No Papa.” They stopped him tugging on his arm. “You’re misunderstanding. I wanna be your sidekick. My own Spidey!”

They turned the picture around and happily show it to Peter. The drawing is a picture of them in a custom Spider-Man costume, unique with their own colors and design.

“Could we make this?” They asked.

“Could we- Of course we can! Wow!! I love the design and the colors and everything! I love everything about this!” Peter looks from the photo and back over to me. “You ready to be my Little Spidey sidekick?”

“YES!!!” Y/N starts jumping around, so beyond excited.

That afternoon was spend going to the fabric store, getting all the colored fabrics, making sure they weren’t too inchy or anything texture wise that felt wrong.

Then it was off to the sewing machine back home to start to put all the pieces together. Peter sewed on the machine and Y/N sat beside him, watching the whole process.

It took a couple of days, a couple of fittings and a couple of adjustments, but by Halloween night it was ready!

“Don’t peek!” Y/N said grabbing their suit and running off to the bathroom.

“I won’t! I’m keeping my eyes closed.” Peter sat in the living room, his heart beating with excitement for his little one. He hope their suit was everything they could want.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed!”

“I am!” Peter could hear their feet walking across the room and stopping infront of the couch.

“Ready?” They said beyond excited.

“Ready!”

“Okay….OPEN!”

Peter opened his eyes and gasped. He looked in awe, seeing his Little one dressed up in their own Spidey costume. While he knew what it looked like having worked on it for over a week, it was something else seeing them put it on.

“Y/N!! You look amazing!! Wow!!”

Y/N was practically jumping up and down, “You like it?!”

“I love it!! But more importantly do you like it?”

“I LOVE IT PAPA!!” They yelled excitedly. Y/N runs and hugs Peter, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!”

“Of course!! I’m so happy you love it!” Peter laughed, hugging them back.

“Okay,” they broke apart and Peter grabbing their trick or treating bag. “Time to head out!”

“Wait!” They grabbed his arm halting him in his tracks, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where’s your suit?”

“Where’s my….” He paused, thinking it over. “I can’t go out with my Spider-Man suit. People would know my identity.”

“No they wouldn’t!” They giggle, “They would think you were dressing up as Spider-Man!”

Suddenly it clicked in. He smiled, ruffing their hair, “You’re so right. You’re just so smart my smart cookie. You wait here, I’ll go grab my suit.”

Peter dashed off to his room in the apartment and after a few minutes he walked back out, his signature red and blue suit on.

He smiled, putting his hand out to Y/N, “Ready to take on New York myLittle Spidey?”

Y/N smiles back, “READY!”

[ddollfface]

𝐅𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of the waves."

Trigger Warnings; Small mention of S/A (not described), reader being a bad mom (?), gore (mention of fatty tissue, blood, etc.) lovesick behavior, kidnapping, reader makes a grand escape, bad writing, I just wrote this for shits and giggles lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

You swore that it was here! There was nowhere else it could be; where could he put it? There weren't too many places one could hide something, especially in such a small Lighthouse. Rummaging through the wooden chest, your chipped nails scrapped against the splintered wood, gasping when a secret compartment opened, revealing it.

Your coat.

Yes! There it was! You scooped up the fluffy cloth, holding it up to your nose, and breathing the scent of it. It still smelt the same. The scent of fresh salt and cold air filled your senses, filling you with a sense of contentment. Biting your lip, you hold back tears as you hold the coat as close as possible, rubbing your face into the fluffy material.

The coat was still in good shape, with some small stains here and there, but overall it was perfectly fine. The coat was still a smooth, grayish-blue leather material, completely worn in, and fitted you quite nicely. It felt the same, smelt the same, and appeared to be the same. It's been so long since you've held it in your arms! You felt as if this was the reunion of your lifetime! Why have you been parted for so long-

"Mama?" You jumped, whipping around to face the doorway, grasping your hands around the coat, caught off guard by the soft voice. Your eyes met with ones of the same color, ones so bright and full of confusion.

Your heart clenched.

"What's that, Mama?" The boy pointed a chubby finger at the coat, which you quickly hid behind your back, giving the boy a soft smile. You quickly stood, making sure to keep the coat out of sight, and approached the boy.

You brought the boy close, kneeling in front of him, and rubbing the back of his head with a shaky smile, "Why are you awake? It's really late, Bubba..."

The boy's lips pursed, bringing the stuffed seal close to his chest. The sight of the stuffy made your pupils dilate and lips taught into a frown, but you resisted the urge to snatch the stuffy from the child's arms and rip it to shreds.

"Sorry, Mama... The thunder is scary, Mama," The boy's lip wobbled, and his rosy cheeks grew puffy. You sighed, picking the little boy up and holding him on your hip, straightening out his gray nightgown. Ruffing his blonde hair, you pressed a kiss on his forehead, attempting to not be repulsed at the sight of the child.

It's not his fault, you remind yourself, and you repeat it like a mantra. It's not his fault. It's not his fault. How could it be his fault?

There's no way this innocent, little boy could be a fault for this. He was just brought into this world without any will, brought into a family filled with unreciprocated love. So, because of this, you must push through and treat him with love, something he deserves.

But God is it hard, especially when he has his hair, his skin, and his face. He looks so much like him, practically the spitting image of him. The only thing you two shared was eyes, but even then they were in his shape. Even when away from him, you cannot escape him, a mini him staring right back at you.

How horrible are you? To where you cannot look at a little boy without anything but hate? How can you look at this little boy and not see your son? You birthed him, grew him from the womb, and fed him from your body. What more of a connection could you have with someone? And yet you cannot give him the time of day, refusing to play outside, denying him any attention a normal mother would give.

All of this was for today, the day you'd regain your dignity, freedom, and personhood, away from the monster you dare call your husband. You mustn't let the little boy grow close to you because it'll make parting all the worse. You need to be able to separate, and you have to carry that strength with you now. You must do so just so you can reunite with your brethren once agian.

It's been so long since you've seen them, and you miss them dearly so. Your throat tightens as you adjust the boy on your hip, leading him toward the stairs before setting him down. Huffing out a soft sigh, you tuck a blonde curl behind his ear, ignoring the dreadful thump of your heart and calling of your heavy consciousness.

You have to do this. If not for family, but for yourself.

"There's nothing to be scared of, Bubba. Now, go back upstairs and tuck yourself in," You kneeled down, softly speaking to the little boy, who just nodded, giving you one last hug.

"Mmk, Mama. Night night..." The boy whispers, grabbing your cheeks with his small hands, and pressing a clumsy kiss on your cheek, making you chuckle. Pressing your forehead against the little boy's, you lift up his bangs, just to press a kiss onto his forehead and bring him into a hug.

The little boy wraps his short arms around your middle, pressing his face against your chest, his lip wobbling. Racking your fingers through his blonde curls, you hold back the tears that pool in your eyes, knowing that you just have to pull through. You were so close, you can't let this go to waste.

"Alright, go to sleep, Baby," You pull away from the little boy, giving him one last smile before ushering him up the stairs. Waving at him, you cringe as he turns his head around, (E/C) eyes peering back into your matching ones. It's as if he knows something amiss, judging and observing you like it's your last moments together. And how correct he is.

You have to hurry.

.

.

.

The rain was heavy, beating against your back, and soaking through your thine nightgown. The raindrops began to blur your vision, or is it your tears? At this point, it's impossible to tell.

pitter. patter.

Your nose so cold it's red and about to fall off, cheeks matching in shade. Your hair is wet and sticks to your jawline, framing your head like a halo. Fingers scraped raw, blood smeared across your smooth skin, and seeping into the fluffy coat that is now matted with blood and water.

It's impossible to see where you're going, but you know deep in your heart which trail leads to where. The smell of salt and fresh dirt guides you to your home: the ocean.

pitter. patter.

Holding the coat close to your chest, careful not to drop it. If you lose it, this would all be for nothing, and you'd be dragged back to the hell you called home. The twigs and forest brush roll under your feet, causing your footing to be loose and inconsistent, warning you to be cautious.

Though it's been years since you've been outside, you know from your heart that you'll make it - you have to. The ocean is welcoming you with open arms. You can feel the way the wind is pushing you faster. How the waves are calling out to you, like a siren song ushering you to the depth of the sea. Or how the trees show the path toward the sandy gate.

pitter, patter.

You're almost there - you can feel it. Your feet are carrying you faster than you thought possible, but you choose not to focus on such things, instead, focusing on getting home. There's no way he should know, you've planned too long.

You can see it, the taste of freedom seeping onto your tongue. Quickly rushing to put on the coat, you sprint across the sand, relishing on how you sink into the grainy ground. The comfort of nostalgia causes you to slow and almost miss the sound.

pitter, patter?

Huh, how long has that sound been on loop, constantly playing in the background? You've been so caught up, that you hadn't noticed it, assuming it was just rain. Before you could even get another word, to even think of turning around, you're tumbling towards the ground.

A face full of sand is the last thing you expected, but quickly forgot about. The burning sensation of torn flesh and oozing blood welcomed the disheartening feeling of mind-rotting pain.

Quickly jerking your head to look behind you, you're greeted by the sight of a harpoon lodged into the back of your thigh. It felt as if your leg was getting torn apart, tissue and fat getting spread and ravished by the rusty head of the harpoon. It snagged and dug into your skin, causing blood and bile to creep up your throat. The sigh ungodly. You felt lightheaded and hadn't even realized that you were slowly being dragged away from the ocean.

The tugging of the metal head of the harpoon caused you to call out, a silent scream leaving your lips and flooded tears pooling down your cheeks. The wet sand rubbed against your body in a way that was no longer nostalgic, but torturous. The tiny grains smothered in your hair, itching your scalp. The sand absorbed the thick, scarlet liquid, causing blood to pool around your legs and create a stain in the sand as you were dragged back to him.

And there he was, the man you called your husband. His golden curls were a little frizzy but seemed to glow under the silver lighting of the moon. His skin tan and layered with scars, along with chiseled muscles that contracted with every harsh tug at the rope, connecting you to him. If you weren't in your current circumstances, you would've thought he was an angel of some sort, but you knew that was far from the truth.

And his eyes gleamed with bloodlust, completely bloodshot and fanatic. Eyes that were once a beautiful hazel, swirls of brown and green that resembled that of the grown we walk on and trees we lie under, are now churning with a possessive monster ready to break free and ravage you.

He was no longer the sailor you had grown to love and admire, instead, he was now a hunter, a man you should've swam from the moment you saw him on that pier. But how could you have known?

He looked anything but harmful, more similar to a young babe than a possessive maniac. Who could blame you for being attracted to him, especially after he had helped you after your tail got caught in some mangy nets? His hands were so delicate, making sure to be careful not to hurt such skin.

Though he didn't know you weren't what you seemed, he still treated you as a living, breathing being, when most would've deserted you, or sold you on the market. After all, humans seemed to deem seals good for soup.

You thought you could trust him, and that's why you revealed yourself to him, exposing your identity as a selkie. If only you had known...

If only you had known what was lying behind that charming smile was a possessive and delusional man waiting for the right woman.

If only you had known that though he had a pretty face, the prettiest face you've ever seen on a human, it wasn't something to be fooled by, instead, you should've swum back in the ocean the moment he freed you from that damned net.

If only you had known that he'd take away your coat, stealing it in your sleep, pretending it got swept up in the ocean. That he'd help you get it back, just come up to his Lighthouse. He'll help you.

If only you hadn't trusted that pretty smile, taking his hand, and going up to his Lighthouse.

If only you had known that he'd take advantage of you, ripping your clothes off, and taking your cries as an invitation for more. Maybe if you had known about the human anatomy, you would've fought a little more and screamed a little louder.

But you didn't. You didn't know, and now you are being dragged back into the hands that stole you from your people, your home, and stole your life, trapping you with a baby boy.

Now, he whispers in your ear, cradling your head as sobs rack throughout your body. Your leg is bloody and torn, no recovery in sight. Tears of shame, guilt, and rage build up inside of you, so you pound your fists against his chest, screaming at him through the sobs.

His large hands just hold you in place, letting you tire yourself out, humming sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly weaves your coat from your hands. Quickly picking you up, careful not to touch your injured leg, he begins his walk home, leaving gore in his wake.

The ocean, your only witness, cries for its loss. The daughter it once had, who was so close to coming home, was now snatched away by the hands of an evil man. The tides rise, ridding the sand of the gore and blood that once was.

Closing your eyes, the last thing you see is the calming waves reaching out for you.

"Honey, it's time to go home."

[rufpup47]

A/N: MINI KHORI FLUFF ONE-SHOT THAT I IMPULSE-WROTE WOOOOOOOOO!!!

(I need to calm the fu*k down with the back to back Khori fics- /lh)

Uh- anyway- enjoy lol-

-ruf >:3

Silent Talk

A mini Murder Drones Khori (Khan x Nori) one-shot fan fiction.

TRIGGER/CRINGE WARNING: None!

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It was a day like all of the others, and Khan wasn’t having any difference in his experience. He has times where he is completely content, but there are some days where Khan is just-- not… well. And unfortunately, today was one of those days.

He would sit and stay somewhere alone and go completely silent— sometimes staying quiet for multiple hours on end. Continuing to isolate himself from everything and everyone.

Khan has done his usual thing of separating himself from all distractions in the past, but unlucky for him, Nori saw this as an obvious sign of his current mental state.

The respective drone in question was sitting alone on the far end of the couch, with his arms folded firmly across his torso.

Nori had already met the same room where Khan was in, and sat on the opposite end of the couch from where he was sitting— not quite directly next to him, but making sure to give Khan some space.

Khan barely reacted, if not at all to Nori’s presence at first. He occasionally, using only his eyes, would glance towards Nori’s direction, before immediately putting his gaze back down on the ground.

Nori reached out and gently placed a hand on Khan’s arm.

The simple gesture seemed to work as Khan had fully turned his attention beside him.

Nori motioned something with her hands—

“You okay?”

was the rough translation.

Khan shook his head.

There was a short pause.

“I’m sorry.”

Khan signed back.

Nori’s eyes hollowed for a moment.

“Don’t apologize.”

She signed.

Another short moment of silence fell.

Nori’s expression softened.

“You want me to stay?”

She asked.

Khan blushed sheepishly.

“Please?”

Nori chuckled softly with a smile. She repositioned herself directly next to Khan.

Khan surprisingly didn’t resist the touch and scooted in closer. He leaned onto Nori’s side— practically collapsing into her.

Nori was nearly caught off guard and almost lost her balance before thankfully catching it back rather quickly.

Both sat there for a while in that position— Khan occasionally giving a gentle head-bump below Nori’s chin.

Now this is the type of affection that they can both get used to.

Fin~

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Sweetest treat; Fred Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

Now this was just a sweet little treat (haha see what I did there?) after viewing the James and Oliver Phelps tasting British candy video on youtube. Now as an American I can't describe the taste of the following candies I've done so to any Brit readers out there I apologize and if you want to reach out to me to tell me what these selected candies taste like to you, just give me a shoutout.

Not really any warnings here this is mostly a fluff piece but if I had to have some warnings it would only be mentions of Parental death and past mentionings of Umbridge. Other than that nothing else to be warned about, enjoy my darlings!

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@queen-paladin

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

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While it’s always felt like a home at Hogwarts, there’s just no place like home.  Especially when your home is just above a sweetshop just outside of Birmingham but that’s the perks of being a muggle-born witch.  My dad owns the sweetshop, in fact it’s been passed down in his family for nearly a century.  And sure while the Wizarding world has it’s own sweets and treats to thoroughly enjoy, I guess the nostalgia in me just can’t allow any wizard sweets to top the candies I’ve grown up with.

Which is why I always sneak some ‘muggle candy’ with me to Hogwarts every year and when I come home, I pick and choose what I’ll want to take for the next term.  And during the summer, my dad’s shop truly becomes the go-to for kids during the summer holiday which is why I help him out with the shop, especially since mum died last year.

I was currently doing some inventory and writing down what candies we needed to restock when there was a loud thump at the window.  I jumped at the sudden crash since there had been nothing but pure silence since closing up shop.  My dad rushed out from his office frantic and exclaimed.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” I went over to the window and let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s alright dad, it’s just Errol. The Weasley’s owl. Poor old bugger.” I walked outside the shop and knelt down beside him.  He lay there on the cement floor on his back with a letter in his beak.  “I swear Errol you’re hopeless. Nearly gave my dad a heart attack thinking someone was vandalizing the store.” I took the letter out of his beak and he soon recovered squawking.

I held arm out and he perched himself on my forearm and I adjusted him to my shoulder, his wings flapping and ruffing my hair as I went back inside.  I opened up the letter and I smiled warmly.

“Can’t your wizard friends use the phone like everyone else? Or use the normal mailing system?” asked dad.

“I told you dad, this is how the wizarding community sends messages. They forbid muggle means of communication. Kinda old school they are, much like you are with your filing system. I’m surprised you’re not using a computer to keep all the records together.”

“Touche you bring up a good point, darling. So who is it from? That lover boy of yours?” I shushed him and read the letter.

My beloved (Y/n),

I know you said you wouldn’t be able to come over for the yearly Weasley summer getaway, but you never said anything about any of us coming there.  I talked with mum and dad and they’ve allowed me to come and visit you for the week.  Perhaps you could educate me on why you believe your muggle sweets surpass our own (which I’ll still fight you on till my last breath).

And don’t worry, I’ll come the ‘normal muggle way’ don’t want your dad freaking out now do we with the fireplace like last time? Hope to hear back from you soon, it’s been lonely not having you in my arms.

The handsome twin,

Fred W.

P.S. Ignore what he just said and don’t mention this to him but I’m the better looking one and you know it.

From the real handsome twin,

George W.

Oh those boys.  I shook my head and said.

“Hey dad, Fred got his parent’s approval to stay with us for the week, is it okay with you?” dad let out a deep sigh as he put on his thinking face.  “Please, please?”

“I don’t know. Though I approve of you dating I just don’t know how to feel about having your boyfriend stay over.”

“C’mon dad. I promise no hanky-panky. I’ll even get him to help around the shop. No magic I promise.” I crossed my heart swearing by it.  He pondered the idea for a while but he kept his stoic face and that usually meant he could go either way with this decision.

“He takes the guest bedroom. And you two are not allowed to have the door shut when either of you are in a room together.”

“Deal. Oh thank you daddy!” I set Errol down on the checkout desk and ran up to my dad and hugged and kissed him.

“You’re welcome. But I’m trusting you two.”

“We swear, no hanky-panky.” I quickly went upstairs and wrote my response to Fred before sending it off with Errol.  God I hope that bird doesn’t get lost and keep him waiting too long.

A few days went by and as I was ringing up a few customer’s the bell chime over the door signified another costumer.

“Welcome to Nikki’s Candy shop I’ll be right with you. There you are lads, now don’t overdo it less you let your teeth rot.” I told the young boys as I handed them their candy basket and they raced out.  When I turned to the customer who had just entered, I was greeted with a familiar red-haired boy.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was Honeydukes.”

“Well when this shop first opened, my great-great grandfather wanted to make sure that when the customers entered inside it was like entering a magical wonderland of sweets.” I came around the counter before wrapped my arms over Fred’s neck while his hands rested at my waist.  “I missed you.”

“Not as much as I missed you. How is it that you’ve turned me into such a sap?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you that my gran was part bunny? Whoops guess I left that detail out.” We both chuckled before softly kissing each other.  But a throat cleared sounded off behind us and there stood my dad.  Fred and I quickly separated and Fred greeted my dad.

“Hello again Mr. (L/n).”

“Hello Fred. While I don’t mind the fact that you’re dating my daughter, I kindly ask that you both keep your snogging to a minimum especially during business hours. Folks sometimes don’t take kindly to seeing that type of affection be displayed in public, especially in a food shop.”

“Yes sir. (Y/n) mentioned in her letter that you could use some help reshelving some inventory in the back room.”

“Yes, but first have you gotten settled into your room?” one thing about my dad is even when he’s in business mode, he’ll take the time to check up on you to make sure you’re okay.

“Yes sir, trunks all there and everything. And I solemnly swear it is in the guest bedroom you said I could use for the week.”

“Alright. Grab an extra apron just down the hall and get to work. (Y/n), you too. The McCallister’s should be in to pick up their birthday basket any minute now.”

“Got it dad.” He gave us a firm nod and a stern look that told us to not fool around anymore before he left to go back to the office.

“Wow, you were not kidding about your dad.” He whispered lowly.

“He’s had a lot on his plate. Ever since…..” I looked down solemnly.  It hurt that I couldn’t even leave Hogwarts for a few days to go to my mum’s funeral all because of Umbitch.  Fred came over and embraced me as he rubbed my arm comfortingly.  “I’m okay, even though I couldn’t go to the funeral, I at least got to say my goodbyes to her once school let out.”

“She was a nice woman. Her and mum got along fairly well whenever you guys came to join us for Christmas. She knows it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But it still hurt that I couldn’t say goodbye to her in her final moments. Epilepsy is rubbish Freddie.”

“I agree love it’s total rubbish.” I felt him kiss the top of my head and it was at that moment the bell chimed signaling the arrival of a costumer.  Quickly I put on a smile and went to greet the woman and gave her the birthday basket and continued to keep myself busy to distract me from my grief.

The work day continued to be busy just as it is every summer’s day but at the stroke of 6 o’clock, we closed up the shop and could finally eat some supper.  Dad and I warmed up some left over chicken and steamed vegetables.  As we all ate around the dinner table my dad said to Fred.

“So Fred, how goes your new shop? (Y/n) told me you boys had recently gotten the deed to the building in that magic corner of yours.”

“Yes sir, all the paperwork was finalized a few weeks ago. Our stocks are currently being madly produced at a good pace. Hopefully we’ll be able to be open for business just before the next term starts.”

“Got all the inspections checked and approved of?”

“Yes and we just completed the design for the front of the shop. It has our faces on it and every other time when the top hat comes up, a rabbit will disappear and reappear.”

“Impressive. Good thing I don’t have to compete with you boys, you’d run me out of house and home.”

“Not a chance Mr. (L/n). Kids still need their sweets.”

“Guys, no business at the dinner table.” I gently reprimanded but it kinda hurt to say that since that’s what mum used to say whenever dad got too deep into the business outside working hours.  He could do whatever he wanted when it came to running the shop after work hours but whenever it was meal time, business needed to stay out of the dining table.

“Sorry poppet.” Dad apologized.

“Sorry love.” Fred replied before we continued eating and discussing things outside of work.  Once we were done with our meal, I gathered up all the dishes and got them cleaned up and set to dry.  As I came back toward the dining room, I saw my dad and Fred shaking hands before he left to head back downstairs to his office.

“What was all that for?” I asked.

“Nothing big. Said that if Georgie and I ever ran into any business trouble whether for contracts or faulty inspections to give him a call. Even though the wizarding community and muggle world is different there is a commonality between the two. And that’s when it comes to starting up a business.” I smiled softly and said.

“C’mon, I think now’s a good a time for your muggle education on candy.”

“Lead the way milady.” I headed lead him towards the guest room and we got him set up and ready for his education.

In the guest room, all of Fred’s stuff was now unpacked and the two of us were in our lounge clothes with sweets both wizard and muggle treats scattered across his bed.

“Now the first lesson of your muggle candy education is the best way to start a conversation when you go to the Underground, mention the price for this guy.” I held up a Freddo caramel bar.

“Freddo the frog?”

“Correct. And what’s cool is he’s like the mascot of Birmingham because this is where his candy originated from the company Cadbury.” I unwrapped the chocolate frog from his wrapper and commented, “Ohh it’s melting already. That makes the caramel inside taste even better. Try it.” I held the Freddo bar out to Fred and he took it.

“I’m kinda left disappointed that he’s not coming to life like our chocolate frogs can.”

“Well not everyone likes live frogs hopping around. And if you were asked to eat one even if it’s chocolate covered most wouldn’t. But I promise you Fred, it’s worth it.” He took a bite and chewed it up before I saw his eyes go wide.  “Didn’t I tell you?”

“That is actually really good. But still not as enjoyable as the classic chocolate frog.” He said holding up the case for it and handed it to me.

“First time you and George tricked me into eating it.”

“I swear never did I think I’d hear someone who could out scream my own mum.” I shoved him with my foot and I opened it up and the magical frog leapt out at me but I grabbed it before it could land on my face and bite it in half.  “But I will admit you are right. The caramel really does compliment the chocolate of this Freddo so that gives him some points for lack of being alive.”

“And I gotta admit, the cards inside really do make the frogs worth stuffing your face for.” After eating the second half of my frog I took out the card and said, “Another Professor Minnie. Best add her to the other 15 I’ve got of her.” Fred finished his Freddo bar and licked his fingers clean.

“As you’ve come to learn and love, there’s nothing better than gambling your friends into eating something revolting or sweet than the Bertie’s Botts every flavour beans.” He held up the box and took his gamble with a bean.  “Huh, earwax. Hadn’t had one of those in years.”

“I still can’t believe that you actually ate a boogey flavor one once.”

“I swear by it. Worse thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Uh-uh, the worst flavor is vomit.” I disagreed with him.

“I’d take a vomit flavour over a boogey flavor. At least with vomit I’d know it’d taste like what I had just eaten.” I groaned in disgust.

“Why do you have to say stuff like that around me?”

“Because I know it disgusts you and you look cute when you scrunch your face like that.” He teased as he gave my knee a squeeze.  I let out a yelp and quickly covered my mouth.

“Fred Weasley don’t you dare.” I threatened.

“Or what love?” he challenged as he eyed me mischievously  with the smirk.

“I’m not alone this time around.”

“Clever girl.” He released his grip on my knee and I reached out and grabbed the bag of wine gums.

“Now these require a unique taste. My dad really loves them but I can tolerate them occasionally. Wine gums. Got different flavours and sorts and each color represents a different wine brand. But despite their name they don’t actually contain any alcohol. Yellow, orange and brown for rum, black for port, green and beige for cider, and red for claret.”

“Shame that they don’t actually taste like the muggle alcohol they name them after.”

“Yeah well can’t have underaged drinking for kids who eat these. London’s already filled with bad drivers already don’t need them to get any worse, especially if they’ve got the munchies.”

“The what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” I tore open the bag and took Fred’s hand and poured out a small handful of wine gums into his palm while I grabbed the Bertie’s bean box.  Together both he and I took a bite of a random sweet but I immediately spat it out.  “Ugh gross! Vomit flavour! Fred Weasley I swear if you jinked me to eat a vomit flavour sweet first you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I am deeply offended that you’d think I’d do such a thing!” he gasped dramatically holding his hand to his chest.  I closed the box and tossed it aside as I grabbed a tea cake and unwrapped it before shoving the whole thing in my mouth.  The marshmallow and chocolate immediately over compassing the vomit taste in my mouth.  “You are an odd one.”

“Odd? You’re the one whose opening the joke shop.” I said through my chewing.

“I thought a lady doesn’t talk with their mouth full?” I wagged my finger at him in disagreement.

“Mmm. I maybe a girl but I am no lady, Umbitch saw to that.” I said after finally swallowing the tea cake.  Fred scooted closer to me taking my left hand and stroked the back of my left hand that once had I MUST ACT LIKE A LADY scarred into my skin.

“I would’ve done far worse to her if I could. George would too.”

“I know you boys would. But no sense in throwing yourselves in Azkaban for my sake.”

“We’d still do it.” I smiled softly and gave the tip of his nose a soft kiss.  “What was that you had just a second ago?”

“A tea cake. Don’t ask why they call it that cause it doesn’t really go with tea nor is it a cake. Best way I can compare it to is they’re like the chocoballs on the trolley. A marshmallow sitting on top of a crisp biscuit and covered in chocolate.” I handed him another tea cake while I grabbed another one.  We both unwrapped our tea cakes and this time I bit into it half way as did Fred.

“Mmm that is good.” He said through his chewing.

“My mum always made the best ones. She even knicked a recipe from my aunt in America where instead of a marshmallow my aunt uses blended oreos.”

“Now that is something I’d like to try. Think you’d be able to make some?”

“Don’t you remember the last time I got near a stove at your house?”

“Right yeah. At least mum didn’t blow her top off knowing it was you. Had it been either Georgie or I we’d be six feet under.”

“Now for this last sweet treat, I want you to do something for me first.”

“And what might that be?”

“Close your eyes.”

“The last time someone asked me to do that, I ended up being shoved into a closet with a dungbomb.”

“Yeah well I’m not Lee. Just trust me on this babe.” He looked at me but with one loving gaze up at him, I knew I had him at the palm of my hand.  He closed his eyes and I took the Cadbury dairy milk bar and unwrapped it.  “Open your mouth.” I told him and he opened his mouth letting out an ‘ahhh’ to which I rolled my eyes playfully and placed the bar in his mouth.

He then began chewing the chocolate bar the second he felt it on his tongue.  His eyes opened wide for a second as his facial expression turned to pure satisfaction and he let out a loud moan.

“Oh Godric…..”

“I told you. Cadbury is the best chocolate in the world. Eating these bars really make me feel like a kid again. Pre-Hogwarts days.” I took a bar for myself and unwrapped it and placed it between my teeth.  I then felt Fred’s fingers underneath my chin and he turned me to face him.  Keeping hold of my chin between his fingers, he leaned right into my face taking the other half of my bar between his teeth and snapped it in half before eating his half of my chocolate bar.

I let out a small squeak and actually dropped my half of the bar and even though my heart was racing at what he had just done and my cheeks were probably as red as the Gryffindor colors I snapped at him.

“Fredick Gideon Weasley, how dare you—” he cut me off with a kiss.  His hand that held my chin now moved to the back of my neck gently stroking or rubbing certain spots that made me weak in the knees.  With one pressure point he knew that would get me to open my mouth, his tongue soon slipped into my mouth and our tongues soon danced with each other.

After our intense snogging and the desperate need for air became too great, Fred separated from me, the two of us panting softly and he licked his lips.

“Now that was by far the sweetest treat I’ve had.” I snorted softly as I shook my head at him.

“I really have turned you into a softie.”

“If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“Everyone but George. He’s always going on how you’re whipped for me.”

“I swear he’s a liar. In fact did you know that it was actually him that switched your muggle marshmallows with that canary cream?”

“He didn’t.” I said exasperatedly.

“Oh yes, saw him do it with my own eyes.”

“And you didn’t think to try and warn me about it?” I asked backing out of his arms and crossed my arms over my chest.  Fred then began stammering out an excuse while I arched my brow at him.

“You’ve got to admit it, you did sound adorable making those canary sounds.” I didn’t flinch.  “I’m going to be sleeping on the couch as you once said, aren’t I?”

“I might be able to overlook this matter, if you help me come up with a revenge prank on him.”

“Did I tell you how much I love you?”

“Not nearly enough.” I said with a shrug.

“Then I’ve got a whole week to not only say it repetitively, but also might have some ideas you can pull on Georgie the next time you’re around.” He pulled me back into his lap and captured my lips in a softer, more loving kiss.  “We were truly made for each other.” He whispered against my lips.

“Like chocolate and caramel.” I whispered back before leaning back and deepening our kiss once again.

[acherins]

Quién lo diría,que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía.

ft. Jing yuan — romantic blurb + fluff

"Love, isn't it past your time to sleep?"

You peeked through the door that lead to Jing Yuan's office, corcen laced in your tone, watching the way your boyfriend sighed before smiling.

"Just a few more documents, i'm almost done." Jing yuan quickly spoke, looking at you for a brief moment before returning his full attention on the document he had in hand.

You watched as he put a firm grasp on the pen, writing countless words into the paper, that when finished, would be put it aside.

watching it for a few minutes, you decided to enter the room completely, making quick steps towards Jing Yuan, who raised an eyebrow at your action, before relaxing when you sat by his side.

"You liar, you know that you aren't finishing this anytime soon, especially with your turtle-like speed." A giggle coming from your lover could be heard, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Sorry honey, this is very important, and i'd rather finish it up soon" he spoke up, putting his head on your shoulder while writing.

"Thats your fault for procrastinating work for so long, i've been telling you countless times these past few weeks you should stop putting work aside" you sighed while speaking, patting his head."You are already busy by nature because of general duties, and you still have the audacity to procrastinate."

"Sorry, should have listened to you, dear." You could easily see the lazy and sleepy tone laced in his voice, sighing one last time before saying.

"Let's get to bed, you still have tomorrow to finish this up, Jing Yuan." Slightly ruffing his hair, you could see the way his eyes softened when looking at you, before returning to his normal position.

"I'll finish this one today honey, i'll survive." He laughed, returning his attention on the pen and document in hand, reading it.

"You're such a dummy, you know?"

Minutes passed like that, in sheer silence, your eyes sometimes wandering to small things in the room.

Some pictures with Jing Yuan and Yanqing, other portraits with you and him, making a littlw smile creep up in your lips and the sight.

You weren taken off your daze when soft snores where heard beside you, and as you looked, a very much asleep Jing Yuan was beside you.

"I told you we should go to bed you dumbass" you muttered under your breath, careful enough to not wake your lover up.

You had no force to get him up in your arms in bridal style, so you simply chose to quickly go back in your guys shared bedroom and pick a warm blanket for both of you.

"I swear i'll be the death of me, 'yuan." Was the last thing that could be heard from you, before sleeping, next to your loved one.

TAGGING. @thexianzhoujade

@ bowxii, 2023. Don't repost, copy, translate any of my works without prior permission

[caplanbuckybarnes]

This Could Be Heartbreak (Mafia!Bucky)

Summary: Bucky walks in on you fucking around with his most trusted henchman, Clint Barton. 

Warnings; mentions of an affair, mobster au, angst, a murder

Word Count: 321

A/N1: Sorry for the onslaught of tags. i can't control myself lol. i *may* write a part (or 3) of this if anyone wants it.

A/N2: I've been locating old fics of mine from blogs that used to follow me on an older blog of mine. i've been able to locate HUNDREDS of my old fics. Over teh next several months, I'll be reposting them here & on ao3 (which most of them should already be there!)

Read on Ao3!

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Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head he knew better. Clint fucking Barton knew better than to speak when a gun was pointed at him. Especially when the one who held the gun was none other than Bucky Barnes himself.

“What the fuck was you thinkin’, Barton? Huh?” Barnes prodded his temple with the barrel, grimace etched deeply on his face. “You touchin’ on my girl without my permission. Boy, you must have sniffed too much of that snow powder, huh. To think I could trust a man like you with my lady.” He sucked his teeth. “I was foolish.”

“She came onto me, Barnes!” Clint hollered out, earning a scoff from your lips. “I swear it! I’ll go under the knife if you want! Please! She-she called me over here, tellin’ me she needed help stocking the drinks. She asked for my help. Once I got here, she was sprawled out over the damn bar, showing me everything. What man wouldn’t take the chance at a lady as beautiful as her, man?”

“Is he speaking’ the truth, doll face?” Bucky’s frown turned to you, where you were lounging on the car counter, your skirt ruffed up to your thigh, torn nearly off when Clint had attempted to get his hands on your pretty skin, just before Bucky had stormed into the palace, face full of outrage. “Did you come onto my right hand man without my permission? Did you show your body to him, Y/N? Were you flirtin’ around behind my back?”

“Oh, Bucky,” you drawled out slowly, a smirk playing on your lips as you glanced between both men. “Of course not, love. Why would I ever do such a terrible thing to you? I would never approach a man without your consent, you know that. Right baby?”

Bucky licked his lips hungrily as his gaze fell upon his comrade yet again. “You’re dead meat, Barton.”

“Boss-!” Clint’s plea was drowned out by the sound of a bullet entering his skull.

Bucky grimaced as he wiped at his face where Clint’s blood had splattered. “Say, sweetheart, what’d yah say we head on over to Wilson’s place, eh? I’ll call lil ole Steve to clear up the mess here.”

“It would be my pleasure, baby.”

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Ko-Fi

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

PAINT

{When a traveler from another world becomes entangled with the world puppetry and lies..}

[1.] [2.]

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Holding up the puppet by your arm, the two of you head over to Eugeine workshop. P had gotten ruffed up a bit during your fight with the Parade Master.

Which led the two of you back to Hotel Krat. Easing him onto the chair, you pat his shoulder and bid him and Eugeine farewell.

Claiming to grab a snack, you ask the two if they needed anything. P, whom kept his eyes on you, gently shook his head.

The mechanic asks for nothing as well, grabbing her gear as she adjusts P's chair.

You leave the room as Eugenie giggles quietly. P blinks, tilting his heard to her curiously. She hides it with a fake cough, shaking her head. "Oh, it's nothing..." She muses, failing to hide her grin as she cleans off some of the oil on his legion arm.

P purses his lips, eyes squinting slightly at the strange look on the womans face.

Seeing this, Eugenie shrugs coyly. "You seem distracted lately..." That caused P to frown, the girl rose a brow at the action.  

P didn't notice much change, yet it seems everyone else had. 

His father had said the same thing last time he visited his office.

 "I see that you finished that rather quickly..." A loud bang is heard outside the office as your laughter chimes through the halls outside of the study.

P turns to the sound quickly, but doesn't lay a hand on his weapon. Rather, he slowly looks away, a relived and rather...

At ease at the rambunctious sounds, the occasional sound of the cricket Sophia had given the puppet chiming in.

Geppetto grunts quietly, "You seem distracted as of late..."

P ignores the memory as Eugenie pipes up once again.

"But maybe it's good that you are distracted, especially since you found a ... Close companion." She teased slyly, giggling once again. P doesn't move, but Eugenie sighs. "I can say though, it seems they're also watchful of you."

She whispers, making a small gesture to the door. Having returned from your trip to the kitchen, you watch from afar. Biting at your lip as you try to stay put, not wanting to barge in.

Gemini's lantern resting in your hands, now held close to your face as the cricket chirps at you for conversation. Taking away your attention for a moment, you don't see the joyful gleam in the puppet's eyes.

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(YAY! I hope yall liked it! I'm so excited for Lies of P DLC! AUGHHH! I wanna write for it soon! Hopefully! Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated!)

[savi0rr]

Hi! Could you write some romance for Stone × Fem! Reader who is really pretty and kind, but no one can harm her because she is secretly an angel (only the scraps know it) and she can be really badass while fighting and likes dressing revealingly

Are You Real?

Stone x Fem!Reader

a/n: HEHEMZKSWNS

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

You were happily feeding a few street dogs—who were calmly eating out from your hand. People who passed by, were taken aback. Both by how the dogs were calm and how gentle and sweet you looked. Stone was watching you carefully. He was like a body guard. He knew that you could protect since you’re an angel and strong. But he couldn’t help but just make sure.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

During this one time, he watched you beat up two grown buff men who were trying to shoot at you and the other three. He remembered watching you—and being caught in a spiders web that he wish he never flew into. But once he did, he never wanted to leave.

He watched you easily take down the two men. Who quickly ran off. Stone clapped slowly while Vinnie and Skipp stood there, amazed. “You are so badass!” Vinnie cheered as she ran over to you and hugged you tightly. Skipp followed. “That was so cool!” He laughed, hugging you too. You smiled sheepishly. “If anything, it was like a workout.” You giggled.

Stone titled his head to the side, his cheeks flushed as he smiled bit.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Stone glanced over to her, his face soften. He saw the way your eyes light up, watching the dogs licked your hand. Stone dropped his cigarette onto the ground, then stomping on it. He walked over you.

“Hey.” He said, standing over you as he titled his head to the side. “Hi!” You smiled happily, staring up at him. “You’re too pure for this world.” Stone muttered under his breath as he placed his hand onto your head, ruffing your head. You giggled, playfully pushing his hand away from your head.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

“Hey, y/n!” A scrap said, walking past you and waving. “Hi!” You waved back. You and Stone were walking back to your home—the slums. Stone rolled his eyes, tugging you along.

You continued to wave at other scraps, who blushed and became flustered at sight of you. Being pretty and nice was rare to see apparently,

“You’re perfect…” Stone muttered as he blushed, holding your hand tightly. You perked up, staring up at him. Before smiled. “How sweet!”