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( @call-of-the-wayward-wolf sorry for doing it like this I posted it early on accident, so)

Salem! And.. Two characters I haven't written yet... Hm...

For those joining late, these are the two protagonists for my potential fics. Nami will be shorter, but Ariel...

Alright, let's go (Things here are subject to change)

Ariel! They're my n2 protagonist, yet to be written, are waiting their turn

And Salem! I've already talked about her a bit here and on some rambles with her and Blue. Tldr: Abyssal and a kid ghost

But this isn't Blue, this is Ariel!

Ariel for a while was, very confused by Salem. They weren't trying to meet anyone (they just tried to go for a walk) and definitely didn't expect the haunted woods person to be... Salem(they don't mean it rudely!) They almost felt bad leaving her there, but they were sneaking out and also, uh, drake roars.

And then they just kinda got to drag her along. Salem was shocked by this, Ariel was confused on why. But a LOT of things Salem has said are also confusing (Salem knows and is being a lil tease-y with it), and they had friends to run to, anyway.

They did think of Salem as a good friend (and in their head were trying to figure out how to bring her to the orphanage - until they were told she's a tyrant. Then they understood (though surely they can hide that from Mentor?)) And Coco warmed up a bit, somewhat. Maybe. So they were pretty happy

Then frozen happened, and Ariel was, upset. And also missing her a bit but mostly a bit angry. And then they got lonely. And then that lonely got worse (See: Lateria). Maybe they shouldn't be angry. They don't know WHY they're so angry about it. But they are. But then Salem says sorry and- Well, Ariel didn't have anyone else.

She did mean it, they learned, and then after a bit they got even closer.

.. For SALEM, however, they did Not mean to make a friend. At any point. It just Kind Of Happened

Which isn't really a good excuse to her Master, she knows. But she's still sticking to her plan! Once Ariel knows how to revive people, yeah, that's what she's waiting for

She was expecting Ariel to get bored of her at some point... She just didn't expect to Miss them. Any.

Besides, Ariel has their friends, so it's..

... Or not. At that point, Salem kind of needed a second opinion. Because she has contradicting feelings, on one hand, she doesn't care and shouldn't care and that voice is Loud and Clear(almost unlike her own) but on the other...

Well, she doubts she can ask their friends, they just ditched them, and she would Rather Die than talk to Grunda. (she wasn't checking if he's alive)

... Well, what can Blue/Iris do as a ghost, anyway?

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Guys, you know how solus is 15 during the entirety of extinction? Well, since Solus ages like a normal human despite being a tyrant that should mean that either Omnicron had to raise all of his children to adulthood (which is incredibly funny to think abt) OR that the CoO age rlly quickly due to tyrant decent and Solus is actually half human, whICH WOULD MAKE THE N1 PROTAG Is SOLUS'S FATHER/MOTHER, wHICH MEANS THAT DEENA AND THE N1 PROTAG CANONICALLY FU-

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Do you have any ac Deena gifs? 0: she’s my absolute favourite! sweet lil duckie <33

I do! I received two requests for this villager on the same day. Happy to see some Deena fans in the community!

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Resemblance

This is an Evan Buckley imagine I just had to write after watching the newest episodes. I hope you will all like it, please please let me know what you think.

(A few spoilers for S7 but not too many)

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

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Summary: When Evan introduces (Y/n) to Eddie, she resembles someone he used to know. And he can't help himself when he's around her, leading to frightening behaviour.

Enjoy.

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"Sorry, am I… early?"

Confusion pooled on (Y/n)'s face as she took a look around the room she had walked into.

She knew she had arrived a few minutes late. She thought by now that the room would be crammed with people and she would have a hard time walking in with how packed it would be and how her panic would flare up. But as (Y/n) looked around the function room that had been booked out, her lips rolled into a thin line and her eyes narrowed.

There were only two people in here; one of whom was her boyfriend.

Her eyes scanned between the pair of them, soaking them in and assessing what they were wearing and drinking in what they looked like. Well, more specifically, what Evan looked like.

He had on a plain white shirt that stuck to his chest, outlining his collar bone that stuck out prominently and also gluing to his abs. Over his shirt, he wore a blazer the shade of pastel mint blue with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And matching trousers that were pulled rather high up on his waist. (Y/n) noticed that the front button on his trousers barely managed to do up, it looked like it would pop open and take someone's eye out at any moment.

But Evan looked ravishing.

"Right on time, babe."

Evan's voice broke (Y/n) out of her lusting thoughts and she grinned, relaxing into herself a little more when he advanced towards her.

His hands found her upper arms and he pulled her close until her chest bumped into his and her hands found his shoulders to steady herself. (Y/n) tilted her head up and let Evan capture her in a kiss, melting in the way that his teeth scraped out along her lower lip and how when she parted her lips for air, he stole her breath in one swoop.

When they parted, Evan tipped his forehead down against hers and the way he sighed made (Y/n)'s knees go weak. He was relieved she was here, she could feel it in the way he gripped her arms and how he found it hard to hold himself up rather than let himself melt into her.

"Go on then, what're you supposed to be?" He murmured softly, letting his eyes rake up and down her choice of dress for tonight.

He felt (Y/n)'s fingers tighten around his shoulders while he looked down at her deep turquoise jumpsuit. It flared out at the ankles, mostly covering the black ankle boots she wore and it had two thin straps looped over each shoulder.

It was a perfect fit, hugging each curve on (Y/n)'s body and the V-shaped neckline was where Evan's eyes kept dropping to.

"Abba… Waterloo?" (Y/n) looked down at her jumpsuit before she looked back up at Evan.

When he said tonight was an eighties theme, (Y/n) wasn't sure what to wear. She didn't want to go full outfit or costume because she could tell that Evan wasn't going for that vibe. It seemed like a casual dress kind of party and when (Y/n) found this old jumpsuit, she realised it was perfect to match the Waterloo video from Abba.

Her black ankle boots would have to do rather than finding a pair of over the top knee-length blue boots with thick heels. (Y/n) thought she looked rather good and no one would know she was coming to a themed party which made her calmer since she had arrived alone.

"Brilliant," His voice was soft and his eyes creased with the wide smile that danced across his lips.

He leaned down and stole another kiss before he finally turned, remembering they weren't the only people in the room.

Evan curled his left arm around (Y/n)'s waist, tucking her into his side while he moved his right hand to run up and down his chin and along the side of his jaw. His smile turned sweet and he glanced his eyes from (Y/n) over to Eddie who was stood near the buffet table, hidden mostly behind his glass of beer.

"Babe, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is (Y/n), who I was telling you about." He rubbed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back and pressed his lips to the top of her head. He felt (Y/n)'s hand graze across the front of his chest and her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she smiled sweetly.

"It's great to finally meet you."

(Y/n) smiled across at the only other person in the room, trying to take in the sight of him and see whether he looked like the image she had built up in her head. The image of Evan's best friend. The man who had been with him through thick and thin, on all the good calls and the bad. The person who fought for Evan almost as hard as his sister did. The man Evan had clawed through the dirt to try and find and who Evan had dragged beneath a fire truck when they got shot at.

The person in front of her did indeed match the rough outline she had come up with in her head.

He was slightly shorter than Evan, with his brown locks slicked back on his head into waves which would suit Evan if he grew his hair longer like he used to have it.

His suit was a ringer for Evan's too, a lovely pastel pink that matched Evan's cheeks and nose when he was just starting to blush at something.

"I- I… hi."

Eddie couldn't formulate a sentence. He couldn't string together one simple word or even a small 'hello' which would have been a lot better than what had just passed his lips. The only thing on his mind was one word that haunted him in the dead of night and followed him around like a shadow he couldn't shake.

Shannon.

There she was. There was his wife. The woman he hadn't been able to forget for the last four years. The woman who seemed to ruin every relationship he was in because no woman he found would ever match what he had with her.

And now she was stood in front of him. He could see Shannon in those eyes. Those deep eyes that were like black holes pulling him in until he was lost forever, unable to return to his former self. The curve of her lips was the same and her smile made her lips part like she was looking at him in wonder of something he couldn't quite place.

The way she tilted her head to one side was the way Shannon always looked at him whenever something was playing on his mind and she wanted to find out. Or how she looked at him when he was being sweet and she didn't know he knew she was staring at him.

Even the way she laughed quietly when Evan murmured something into her ear was exactly the way Eddie remembered his wife laughing when she was in public and didn't want to draw attention to herself.

How was this even possible?

How could the girl Evan was forever talking about, the one who had captured his heart so quickly and who seemed to know him like the back of her hand, how could she be the person Eddie was looking for in his dreams?

How could she be what Eddie was searching for? A way to get Shannon back in his life, in some form or another. A way to feel absolved of the guilt he carried with him like a weight in his heart, forever present, never gone. A way to tell Shannon how sorry he was, how much he loved her, how much he wanted her back because what they had was what Eddie wanted. It was something he wanted so desperately. Something he couldn't find with any other woman, no matter what or how hard he tried.

Could Eddie find it with her? In another world, could she be his second chance, rather than Evan's?

"Yeah, so Eddie's halfway to being pissed. Do you want a drink?" He spoke against (Y/n)'s temple and squeezed her waist, silently telling her that this wasn't how Eddie normally was.

He was usually first to have introductions and make people feel welcome and he was easy to get along with. Clearly he was somewhere else tonight and he was on his way to being drunk. He didn't have Chris tonight and he knew Chris was safe with his Abuela so he could let loose and get ad drunk as he liked tonight.

"I'll have whatever you're having."

"Oh, this is gonna be fun." Evan muttered against her temple and (Y/n) suddenly regretted what she'd just said when he sauntered out of the room towards the bar that was right outside the doorway.

Turning her head to the right, (Y/n) looked across at Eddie and tried her best to look calm and approachable.

The last thing (Y/n) wanted was to get off to a bumpy start with her partner's best friend. She knew how important Eddie was to Evan and (Y/n) wanted to make a good impression. She wanted to try and get along with all of Evan's friends who would be here tonight, but Eddie especially. He was like a brother to Evan and therefore (Y/n) wanted to get to know him and find common ground with him.

With that thought in mind, (Y/n) laced her fingers together in front of her and slowly glided across the room towards Eddie.

He was stood near the end of the buffet table, staring at it longingly like a man who'd been starved for days. He almost looked ravenous.

One hand was stuffed into his trouser pocket and the other was holding his glass right under his nose. Although, (Y/n) hadn't actually seen him take a sip considering how long he'd held the glass over his lips. It was almost as if he was using the glass as a mask to hide behind rather than to refresh himself and have a drink.

"You don't look drunk to me." (Y/n) spoke quietly but the glimmer in her eyes had Eddie's heart stuttering out an incomprehensible rhythm that physically pained him.

He could feel his shoulders pulling inwards and his upper body pushed forward like his chest was suddenly weighed down with stones.

"Hm, not yet. Soon."

There. He was speaking. Not much, not properly, but it was something. He was moving in the right direction, although he didn't quite know which direction he should be going in with her.

Why was she looking at him like that? Why did she have to smile like that? Her smile was infectious. It always had been; it was like a drug to Eddie and he wanted to get high. He wanted to get higher than he'd ever gotten before.

His eyes darted down to her lips more than once until all he could stare at was the way she darted her tongue across to wet them and his breath caught in his throat for a moment. He felt his stomach tensing and pulling inwards and when (Y/n) leaned across to look over the table, Eddie's eyes followed her.

He followed the way her hair fanned across her shoulders when she leaned over. He watched how her chin tilted down and obscured his view of those lips that resembled the ones he had missed so much. He noticed the way she pushed on one foot and leaned off the other when she stretched over to reach for one of the bowls of crisps on the table.

Before he could stop himself, Eddie reached out for her hand. He lowered his glass down so it hovered over his chest while his left hand untucked from his pocket and curled around (Y/n)'s wrist.

The way his fingers skimmed across the back of her hand sent electricity surging through his blood and Eddie suddenly felt alive. He felt on edge, reinvented, brought back to life. Charged.

"Buck wants to wait for Chimney… almost lost my arm when I went for a sausage roll." He couldn't find his usual voice. He was either speaking in hushed tones or an octave deeper than he was used to, there didn't seem to be an inbetween anymore for his normal voice.

(Y/n) stayed perfectly still when Eddie continued to hold her wrist. She could feel his fingers tapping against her hand like he had a beat in his head he was trying to drum out against her. Her back was starting to ache from staying hovered over the table, but she didn't know how to move.

Something about the way Eddie was gripping her hand made her feel nervous, worried even.

She felt like moving away from him would cause him to tighten his grip and pull her back. She worried that dropping eye contact with him would flare up some kind of reaction.

There was something about the way that Eddie looked at her that made (Y/n) feel vulnerable and afraid. It was as if he knew her but somehow, she didn't know him. He was searching for something and it was frightening. (Y/n) didn't know what he was looking for when he stared at her like that and she wasn't sure how to act around him or what to do.

When she suddenly felt his thumb glide around the underside of her wrist, she froze. He applied the slightest bit of pressure until her pulse was throbbing against his skin and she realised he was trying to feel her heartbeat.

What was he doing that for?

"Then don't let him see." (Y/n) found the will to move her hand forward and she was relieved when Eddie let go of her wrist almost as swiftly as he had reached out for her.

She took a sausage roll and popped it in her mouth while Eddie reached for a handful of crisps and followed her lead.

Turning on her heels, (Y/n) took a step away from the table just as the door opened and her sights set on her partner. She felt relieved, more than relieved, to see Evan again and feel the tension start to fade from the room.

When it was just the three of them, the atmosphere felt calmer. Even after Hen and Karen, Ravi and then Tommy all arrived and subsequently left a few hours later. It still felt a little more relaxed after they had gone and (Y/n) wondered if it was because Evan and Eddie had come here with the intention of letting loose and having a good night, whether the rest of the team joined in with them or not.

She had a feeling that Tommy would have stayed to have a party and he would have had some fun with them, if he didn't get called in for a shift.

Moving out of that function room and going into the actual bar felt a lot better, it was like the three of them could come out of their shells and relax.

(Y/n) couldn't keep up with the amount of shots Evan and Eddie were taking, and she didn't want to either. One of them had to be somewhat responsible and able to get them into a cab home and call it a night when things got a little too intense or went overboard. Someone had to keep an eye on everything.

A lazy, mostly tipsy smile graced (Y/n)'s lips when she tilted her head back onto Evan's shoulder.

She felt his arms tighten around her waist and his chin perched on her shoulder so he could look down at her. The way his knees started to jitter up and down made (Y/n)'s stomach churn and also made her head start to spin. He was so fuelled on alcohol that he was starting to vibrate.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sat on his lap. As long as it had been since she last went up to the bar and Evan dragged her down to sit with- or rather on- him because he said he was starting to feel lonely. How someone could feel lonely after only three minutes was beyond (Y/n), but she was more than happy to make him feel loved and secure again.

"Want another drink?"

"Hmm, I'm running on empty." He looked towards his glass which had been empty for the last ten minutes, but he didn't have the will power to get up. Or the energy to let (Y/n) climb off his lap either.

He tilted his head round and pecked her lips once, then twice. Then again until he was taking every ounce of breath held within her lungs and he had her hands digging into his wrists while he swallowed every moan he ellicited from her mouth.

"Won't be long," (Y/n) spoke against his lips, wriggling on his lap both to tease him and to get him to let her up.

She felt his hands slip round to hold her hips while she got up from his lap, taking a few seconds to find her balance. She wasn't quite drunk yet, at least not on Evan and Eddie's level, but she was getting there.

Evan's hands stayed on her waist as long as they could and she felt one hand curve round to her bum before she was finally too far away for him to hold. And he slumped back against the leather booth, whining and stretching his arms out like a lovesick child waiting and begging for attention.

It was cute.

It was more than cute, it was endearing. (Y/n) stole a glance over her shoulder and blew him a kiss before she veered to the right and wobbled towards the bar.

Her arms folded over the bar that was slightly damp and sticky with beer, vodka and God knows what else. But she didn't care. She flagged down the barmaid and mumbled "Refill please."

She knew the woman would know what drinks she was after. The amount of times they had all been up and down to the bar within the last two hours was almost unbelievable. Her fingers drummed against the counter and her lower back arched out while she leaned her head to one side and waited patiently for her drinks.

"Are we having shots?"

That dark, sugary voice took (Y/n) by surprise and she looked over her left shoulder, watching as Eddie stumbled over to her. He managed to keep himself on his feet without falling on the floor and he drummed his palms down on the counter.

His smile was so wide that his eyes were barely open anymore and he flashed his pearly whites in a smile that was clearly intoxicated but still amusing and rather cheeky too.

Somewhere during the evening, Eddie had taken off his shirt and his blazer, but now he was back in his blazer again which was left unbuttoned, showing off his shirt to anyone who wanted a look. His chin tilted down and his teeth sank into his lower lip but it didn't obscure his smile.

"No more shots for me, but you go ahead." (Y/n) didn't fancy anymore. One more shot would be enough to keel her over or have her throwing up in the toilets.

"Ah, come on. You're good at shots."

"I've had about two," (Y/n) laughed, tipping her head back before she pushed up to stand a bit straighter and clear her head. She had done two shots with the boys tonight and both of them had made her cough, even if she had downed them quicker than Evan had managed his.

"You were always good at shots. You could drink me under the table any day."

What did that mean? Where did that come from? What was he talking about?

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed and she let her head fall down at an angle while she tried to think over Eddie's words with the sober part of her mind. She hadn't met Eddie before tonight. She hadn't done shots with Evan on many occasions so surely he wouldn't have said anything to Eddie about (Y/n) being good with downing shots.

She had never drank Eddie under the table and he had far surpassed her on the drinking front. He was three miles ahead near the finish line while (Y/n) was hanging back. So what was he talking about?

"Come on, let's have some shots." It was as if his previous comment had been discarded and (Y/n) found herself nodding, although she wasn't sure if they were both on the same page or not.

She watched the barmaid place their drinks down on a tray along with six shot glasses which she started to fill up, per Eddie's request. But her eyes darted across to Eddie again when she suddenly felt his hand on top of her own.

It was different to how he had held her earlier. This wasn't him silently trying to tell her not to antagonise her boyfriend when he was in organising mode. This wasn't him holding her and subtly checking her pulse as if he thought she might be unwell or panicking over something. This wasn't Eddie holding her wrist and staring at her with a million questions she couldn't decipher nor understand.

There was an urgency in the way he dug his fingers into her wrist. He started to squeeze tighter and tighter until (Y/n) was sure she was going to have indents from where his fingers were.

When (Y/n) looked up at his eyes, she could see one hundred and one things burning within them. A drunken haze had taken over his pupils that were very dilated, but there was something in his brown orbs that made her panic. What was he doing? What was running through his mind?

"I've missed you," He tugged her hand closer until it was near his chest and he swayed back before leaning forwards, trying to find his balance in his drunken state. "So, so much."

"Eddie…"

What was she supposed to say to that? He was drunk. He was clearly thinking about something, or someone, and deflecting it onto (Y/n). She didn't know how to help or how to diffuse this situation.

"I love it when you say my name." He leaned closer and (Y/n) feared he was leaning in for a kiss.

"I- I don't understand."

He started laughing. His laugh was almost cynical and the way he tossed his head back towards the ceiling and started to run his free hand over his chin made (Y/n) take a sharp breath. It was almost like he was teasing her or making fun of her, but she wasn't so sure that was what he was doing.

She wanted to move, to take a step back and go over to Evan and tell him Eddie was drunk and might need to call it a night. But she couldn't go anywhere when Eddie yanked her wrist so sharply it was as if he had pulled a muscle. He dragged her arm across the bar until she slumped against it and her head tilted back to look up at him in fear.

"You shouldn't have left." Where did he think she had gone? Who did he think she was? What did he think was happening?

His grip on her wrist was tightening by the second and the smile faded from his lips when he leaned closer until their noses were almost touching. From a distance, it looked like he was going to tell her a secret or whisper some little knowing thought to her. But (Y/n) wasn't sure what was going to come out of his mouth next and she didn't know what to do or how to get out of his grip.

"Come home." His words were almost a whisper and something softened in his eyes for a brief second.

When she saw his eyes glazing over again and the hardened exterior coming back, she took her chance to wrench her wrist from his grasp.

Her trembling fingers curled around the drinks tray and she turned around, stumbling to aim for Evan who was on his phone, clearly messaging someone. Although he was having a hard time typing, he was squinting to try and see his keyboard clearly.

Eddie was just drunk. He was clearly having one of those moments and (Y/n) doubted he would remember this in the morning.

But she would. And his actions frightened her.

Who did he think she was? What else would he have done if she didn't manage to slip away from him? Why was he acting so strange around her?

***

Adreanline sparked in (Y/n)'s stomach when she felt a familiar pair of arms curve around her waist and Evan's fingers digging into her hips lovingly. He gave a gentle squeeze, pulling her back into his firm chest while he leaned over so his chin rested on top of (Y/n)'s head. It almost felt like he was a blanket or a jacket perfectly shaping and curving around her.

Reaching her hands down, (Y/n) held onto Evan's wrists and gave a little squeeze, letting her shoulders tilt back into his chest so she was leaning on him slightly.

Her eyes cast up and her head tilted back until she managed to catch his eye and grin up at him. She felt him press a kiss to her temple before she looked back ahead of them.

She had never been to a hospital wedding before.

It was a different experience, having everyone cramped into the same room, all coiled together. Some smartly dressed, others wearing something casual that they slipped into last minute to make sure they were here on time.

Although (Y/n) had to admit that seeing Evan's niece in her little dress holding her balloon was a beautiful sight that made her heart melt.

For this being the first time (Y/n) had met most of Evan's team, they all seemed lovely and they were very welcoming.

She had met Maddie already, but this was the first time she had been introduced to Chimney which felt so strange to first meet someone with them lying in a hospital bed.

"…You can now kiss the bride."

She felt Evan's arms tightening around her and she grinned, dancing her eyes across the room that was packed like sardines before she looked back up at Evan. Pushing up on her tiptoes, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned when Evan tilted his head to catch her lips with his.

When they pulled apart, (Y/n) shivered at the feeling of Evan's lips gliding across her jaw until they moved to hover over the shell of her ear.

"I'm glad you're here with me." He murmured softly into her ear, feeling the way (Y/n) took a deep breath and the feel of her heartbeat pulsing beneath her skin. There weren't many special moments in Evan's life that weren't overshadowed by other things or people he'd rather forget.

To have (Y/n) here with him today to celebrate with his family made all the difference in the world to Evan. He felt comfortable, having (Y/n) in his arms made him feel complete. Like everyone in this room had someone to share the moment with, and now, so did he.

Maddie's first wedding had been a day Evan wanted to forget. It hadn't been a big occasion, most of the guests had been Doug's side of the family. And their parents hadn't bothered to show up, something Evan would never forgive them for because of how distraught it had made Maddie.

And there were so many occasions and parties and times when Evan had been there alone or he felt like an outsider. Or something had happened at work or with a partner that had dampened his mood.

So having (Y/n) in his arms, making him feel loved and happy and whole meant this day was going to be a good day. It was going to be a memory that wouldn't be tainted by bad thoughts or moods or by something bad happening.

"Me too." (Y/n) let her temple rest against Evan's jaw and she took a moment to close her eyes and savour in the feeling of his embrace.

Her lips curved up and her hands tightened around his wrists when he gently but firmly started to tug her backwards with him towards the wall. Moving them both out the way so that Maddie could move and the cake could be brought in.

Pulling on Evan's arms, (Y/n) pushed up on her toes and hovered her lips over his ear.

"Just going to the bathroom, save me some cake."

"Will do." He muttered against her cheek, turning to steal another kiss from her lips before he eventually let her squirm out of his arms.

(Y/n) tilted her head down, a shy smile gracing her lips as she coiled her arms into her chest and slowly weaved her way through the other guests in the room. She tried not to push or bump into anyone and wormed her way out the door, taking a deep breath when she was finally back in the corridor.

It was lovely to see so many people enjoying the ceremony, but it wasn't great for them all to be cramped together like that. The A/C had been turned on full blast once everyone was inside the room so they didn't overheat or begin to sweat. It was good to have a little breather and some room to herself.

Once the room had started to fill up, Evan had graciously looped his arms around (Y/n) and moved her in front of him to keep her close and so she didn't have to be too close to people she barely knew. He knew wrapping himself around her would make her feel at ease. The last thing he wanted was for (Y/n) to panic.

Rattling her fingers through her hair, (Y/n) smiled to herself and made her way down the corridor and turned the corner. She wasn't too sure where the nearest toilets would be, but she was sure she would find them on her walk.

"Hey,"

Tremors rattled through (Y/n)'s chest and sent shockwaves down to her stomach that became electrified.

Eddie.

She hadn't realised he wasn't in the room either. She should have noticed. She should have looked around the room again and noticed that his son and his aunt were there, but he had seemingly slipped away. Since she and Evan had turned up at the hospital this morning, (Y/n) had glued herself to his side and kept a look out for his friend.

Part of her wondered if Eddie remembered any of what he'd said or done last night. She wondered if he remembered acting strange around her or grabbing her or telling her to come home, something that had confused (Y/n) greatly.

But the way he nodded and smiled at her this morning when he arrived and how he patted her shoulder in passing like they were old friends made (Y/n) doubt herself.

She doubted whether last night had happened. Whether she was overreacting or if the alcohol had made it seem worse than it was.

Eddie not remembering any of what he said last night was a blessing though. It meant he wasn't going to act awkward around (Y/n) and it meant she could try and forget it and move on and try to make bridges with Eddie and be friends.

She wanted to be friends with him. She knew from the way that Evan spoke about him that Eddie was a great guy and she wanted nothing more than for them all to get along together. For Evan's sake.

"Hi," (Y/n) dipped her head down and ran her hand up and down her arm while she tried to control herself.

Don't act strange around him. Be normal, he doesn't remember.

"Have I missed the cake?"

"No, no they're just cutting it now… it's a bit cramped in there." She looked over her shoulder, unsure whether she was referencing the crowded room or whether she was hoping someone would round the corner and join their conversation.

"It can get a bit much, with everyone around."

Eddie stuffed a hand in his trouser pocket and moved his other hand to trace across his jaw. He hadn't shaved yet. He needed to shave. Shannon always hated it when he tried to grow stubble, she liked to trace her finger across his jawline and feel how sharp and smooth it was. There hadn't been time to shave this morning; Eddie barely had the time to get changed from his messed up suit, let alone run a hand through his hair and freshen up.

"Just a bit." (Y/n) tried to smile and tilted her head to one side. "Do you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

Her eyes narrowed and something flashed across her eyes when she noticed that Eddie seemed to be drifting. He was staring down at her hands that were interlocked in front of her, but it was like his mind was somewhere else completely.

"Eddie, are you okay?" (Y/n) took a deep breath and moved a little bit closer when it looked like Eddie was in a trance.

Maybe he was still feeling rough from last night. He certainly looked worse for wear when she saw him earlier this morning.

Placing her hand on his arm didn't seem to be the right move. The moment she touched him, Eddie seemed to snap out of his trance. His head bolted up from staring at her hands. His shoulders stiffened and pulled up. His lips pressed into a firm line that almost made him look angry, if it weren't for the sorrow building up in his eyes.

"Eddie?"

Panic pooled in the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach when Eddie moved closer. He took long strides until there was no space between them, and then kept moving. His chest hit (Y/n)'s chest and she stumbled back, tripping over her feet as her stomach churned. She wasn't sure how much further she could walk backwards, but when her back hit the wall and Eddie stood in front of her, blocking her exit, she tremored.

What was he doing? What had she done to upset him and make him act this way around her? Surely he wasn't like this around everyone else? Evan never said Eddie had a tendency to be weird or act strange around new people.

"You're here… you're actually here."

She didn't understand. She couldn't understand the utter wonder and relief in Eddie's voice or the tears that were pooling in his eyes which he was desperately trying to push to the sides.

Her hands moved to press into his chest, trying not to be too rough as she tried to push him away. She couldn't have him standing this close to her, effectively pinning her to the wall. What would people say? What would they think if someone walked around the corner? This was the first time (Y/n) was meeting Evan's team and his family, and they would all think she was a cheater if they saw this compromising position.

It wouldn't matter that Eddie had started this and that (Y/n) didn't know what to do or what was happening. No one would care that she hadn't instigated this and that she didn't want this. They would see her as betraying Evan. She would never do that.

"Shannon…"

(Y/n)'s efforts faltered for a brief moment and she exhaled slowly while the wheels started turning in her mind. That wasn't her name. Eddie knew her name. Evan had been talking about introducing her to the team for weeks, he told them all about her. He introduced her last night and Eddie had heard her name. So why was he calling her that?

She couldn't hang up on the name she had never heard or been called before, she had to get Eddie off her. But Eddie felt like a brick wall, unmoveable as a mountain and his chest puffed out and became sturdy when (Y/n) tried to move him away.

Her efforts were in vain and her heartstrings became severed, dropping her heart down to her stomach when Eddie kissed her.

His lips were rough like sandpaper. His force pushed her head back into the wall. His right hand cupped the side of her face and harshly pulled her chin up to keep her level with him.

When she squirmed her head and tried to shove him off, his other hand clamped down on her hip. He pinned her hips into the wall and dug his fingertips into the back of her neck until she was shaking from the force.

Something about the excessive need and the push behind his lips made (Y/n) want to scream. There was so much he was silently trying to tell her in the kiss, but she couldn't understand any of it. She didn't want to. She hated the way his lips bruised hers as he pushed and stole what he could from her.

She felt his tongue bully its way past her lips and something between a gasp and a cry mewled into his mouth when he sank his teeth down into her lip.

(Y/n)'s hands curled into fists and she slammed them down on Eddie's chest with as much force as she could muster, trying to match the power he was pushing into his kiss.

He finally pulled back to claw a deep breath and (Y/n) tried to do the same, gasping for air while she rammed her arms into his chest to get him off her.

"No!" Her fists swung at his chest again when he pressed his weight down onto her chest, pinning her into the wall while he stole another wretched, rough kiss that made her cry.

As soon as she managed to push her weight to the left and drag her head out of his grasp, (Y/n) reared her hand back. She slapped Eddie with as much power as she could muster, watching the way the blood pooled beneath his skin and sent his face a fiery shade that would match the flames in Hell.

The slap seemed to knock some sense into him.

The fog clouding his eyes started to fade and every burning emotion welling up in those brown eyes was replaced with something close to remorse.

"I- I didn't- I'm sorry-"

When Eddie took a step back, (Y/n) stumbled to the side. She added as much space between them as she could while both her arms wrapped around her waist and she gasped for breath.

Why did he do that? She hadn't given him any signals- had she? Surely (Y/n) hadn't led him on in any way either last night or right now. She had tried to be friendly with him and get to know him, but that had been hard last night when Eddie became drunk and seemed to switch personalities. And just now, he hadn't called her by her name.

Who did he think she was?

The way he ran his hand along his jaw before he smothered his palm over his mouth made (Y/n) pause. She could see the panic building up in his eyes and when his free hand clamped down on his hip and he turned away from her, (Y/n) could see what was going through his mind.

Evan.

His best friend. The person who would come out of this worse off if he found out what Eddie had just done. Evan was the understanding type. He forgave people even when they least deserved his understanding and his respect and forgiveness. But (Y/n) didn't know how Evan would react to something like this. Eddie didn't know if this was something Evan would forgive him for.

"Don't do that again."

(Y/n)'s voice came out gritty and hollow and she brushed her hand beneath her eyes, clearing away the tears before she started to sob. She couldn't have anyone seeing her in distress and asking what was wrong.

She couldn't have Evan asking questions. There was no way she could tell him what had happened just now. She couldn't cause problems between him and his best friend, between him and his family. And this was his day. This was Evan's time to be with his sister and have a great day and have some fun and make memories.

(Y/n) could never ruin today for him.

Forgetting about going to the bathroom, (Y/n) bypassed Eddie, leaving as much space between them as she could as she made her way back down the corridor towards the room.

Part of her thought about leaving. She thought about turning left and running out of the hospital and going home. That would ensure she didn't cause any arguments, but she couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Evan first. He would think he had done something wrong and (Y/n) could never put that sort of panic onto him.

She didn't reach the room before a familiar figure caught her eye. Evan was stood out in the corridor, his shoulders slouched into the wall and his phone in his hands.

She didn't give him a chance to look at her. She couldn't risk Evan seeing the remnants of tears in her eyes or notice the panic written across her face. Or see the shallow breaths she was huffing. If he thought something was wrong he would try and find out and if (Y/n) caved in and told him, she would cause a scene and make waves between Evan and his family. She wasn't going to do that.

She ducked beneath his arm to burrow herself into his chest, binding her arms tightly around his waist while her face smothered in his chest. Each breath she took fanned against his dark blue hoodie and it helped to control her breathing and stop her from hyperventilating against him.

"Hey baby… you okay?" Evan finished the text he was sending and bound both arms around (Y/n)'s waist, tilting his head down to kiss the top of her head and breathe into her hair.

She hummed. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do now?

Turning her head, (Y/n) pressed her cheek against Evan's chest and hugged him tighter until she was almost cutting off his circulation. It made him smile against her hair and he rested his cheek against the top of her head.

But he felt the shiver that rolled through (Y/n). And she hoped to God that he didn't realise it was because Eddie was walking towards them.

[duckprintspress]

My June Reads

Storygraph introduced auto-generated graphics for sharing our reads by the month, which makes it much easier to do a review, and here I am! Sorry it's kinda pixelly, the settings on Storygraph aren't perfect yet but they're planning to add functionality.

I've been posting on the Duck Prints Press Book Lover's Server for a while, so everyone knows there that the answer to "how do you read so much?" is the library, but just to be clear, if it's a graphic novel, I got it from one of three libraries - either my local system, @queerliblib, or the Japan Foundation Library. The last two are both free-throughout-the-US Libby libraries and they've both been awesome.

Prose books, I usually own.

Anyway. Onward! My June reads:

How to Love: A Guide to Feelings and Relationships for Everyone by Alex Norris (graphic novel, short self-help stories about how to be in relationships, how to be alone, etc., all very inclusive.

Blue Flag Vol. 1 - 2 by Kaito (manga series about modern high school and a young man and his best friend - who has a crush on him - and a young woman and her best friend - who has a crush on her. poly vibes.)

The Tea Dragon Festival and The Tea Dragon Tapestry by K. O'Neill (graphic novels, very fluffy fantasy slice-of-life with various queer rep)

Squad by Maggie Toluda-Hall and Lisa Sterle (graphic novel, modern with magic, wlw high school student discovers that fitting in with the cool kids means becoming a murderous werewolf)

Clementine vol. 1 and 2 by Tille Walden (graphic novel, post-apocalyptic set in the same 'verse as The Walking Dead about a wlw amputee surviving against the zombies.

A Thousand Hopes, A Thousand Risks by Kelas Lloyd (short story, fantasy, pre-mlm between a young merchant and a god)

Ride On, Shooting Star by J. D. Harlock (short story, science fiction, a space courier wants to retire)

Deadendia vol. 1 by Hamish Steele (graphic novel, modern with magic/horror elements, about a trans male teenager who runs away from home and moves into a haunted house at an amusement park)

Giant Days vol. 2 by John Allison and Whitney Cogar (graphic novel, modern college setting, about the somewhat silly lives of the main characters)

Yona of the Dawn vol. 1 by Mizuho Kusanagi (manga, fantasy, about a young princess whose kingdom gets taken over by someone she thought a friend)

In the Dark vol. 3 by Jin Shisi Chai (danmei novel, mlm, last of three volumes - I read the other two in May - about an undercover drug cop who returns home after six years undercover)

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation manhua vol. 6 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (manhua version of the MDZS novel, mlm, historical cultivation about a fraught political situation)

The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha (graphic novel playing on story of the fox maiden Gumiho in Korean mythology, with a side of wlw)

My Hero Academia vol. 9 - 12 by Kohei Horikoshi (manga series about teenagers at a high school for superheroes)

Frontera by Julio Anta and Jacoby Salcedo (graphic novel about a young man crossing the border between the US and Mexico illegally, and about the mlm ghost who helps him)

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Nagata Kabi (autobiographical manga about a young lesbian in Japan trying to figure out her identity and find companionship)

Solo Leveling vol. 1 - 2 by Chugong (a manwha series set in modern fantasy Korea, about a young man is terrible at "hunting"...until he isn't)

Haikyu!! vol. 5 - 6 by Haruichi Furudate (manga series about young men who play high school volleyball)

Little Birds by Anaïs Nin (a collection of short erotic stories with lots of trigger warnings applicable and a few dashes of wlw, originally written in the 1930s and 1940s)

To Strip the Flesh by Oto Toda (manga collection of short stories, with the longest/most involved being about a young man's journey coming out as a trans man)

Shubeik Lubeik by Deena Mohamed (graphic novel exploring three stories of Egyptians getting first-grade wishes in a modern-with-magic world, includes NB rep)

Limerence by Jiang Zi Bei (danmei novel, mlm, about a young college student who breaks up with his boyfriend and ends up falling for his ex's roommate.)

Our Colors by Gengoroh Tagame (manga about a young Japanese gay man coming our of the closet and making friends/finding a mentor in an older gay man)

Silent Hearts vol. 1 by Jing Shui Bian (danmei novel, mlm, modern high school setting, lots of disability rep though not for either member of the main couple)

Rainbow! vol. 1 by Sunny (modern, maybe with magic, about a young woman with a tough life and the people around her; wlw implied in the future?)

Out of Left Field by Jonah Newman (real-life-inspired graphic novel about a young gay man navigating high school)

Escape From St. Hell: My Trans Life Levels Up by Lewis Hancox (autobiographical graphic novel about a young trans man with severe anxiety)

This was the most pages I've read in a month all year, and the second most individual books. There's actually one more book not pictured, as it wasn't on Storygraph and I opted not to add it.

Happy reading, y'all.

[suzy-queued]

Weekly Tag Wednesday!

Thanks for the tags, @sgtmickeyslaughter @mybrainismelted @doshiart @michellemisfit @stocious @jrooc

Name and AO3 handle: Deena • Suzy_Queue

Current location: In my office in a hoodie and ripped jeans, listening to The Front Bottoms.

Favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)? The left one matches how I see myself. The right is pretty accurate to how I really look. (sorry, I don't have the URLs of the actual picrews)

What's one thing you want in a picrew? I can never find good eyes. Give me more half-closed and squinty eyes. Not all of us have gorgeous anime eyes!

Favorite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Oooh, that's like picking favorite children. But when I saw this question, what popped into my head were these chapter images from Out of Nowhere.

Why is it your favorite? I love how conceptual they are. Illustration is best when it elevates the meaning of a story and shows ideas that can't be put into words. I feel like I was firing on all cylinders with this story and the art. They give me that "warm tea" feeling that @jrooc described.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? So tough. And always done under a time crunch. I'd sit down the same day a chapter was meant to be posted, and I'd get that panicky feeling of not having art. "Breathe. Do something simple." [Brain proceeds to invent the most complicated visual metaphor]

Last ao3 fic you commented on? what do you know? by em_harlsnow

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I don't see it as heartache so much, because I empathize with people who just need a break. But I'd really love to read the end of: Love is a Ballfield by and_i_take_it they will take me away by smallmickey To the Ends of the Earth by yeah_all_of_it Where The Wind Blows Straight Through by blue_newman

Favorite trope or headcanon you like included in a fanfic? I love fake dating so much. It is so cheesy, but I eat it up every time.

Least favorite? I'm least into canon-compliant fics, where the text narrates what we already saw on screen. I respect the value and craft, but I gravitate toward AUs and canon-divergent stories.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? I don't have many secrets. But if you see a fic and are like, "ew, who would read this, much less write it?!" then I probably got a kick out of it.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? My most excited time comes when I'm about 3/4 done with something, when I've finally completed enough to see that I'll be able to reach the finish line. That's when I pat myself on the back and feel all the pride that goes along with bringing some new thing into the world. By the time the art/fic is complete, I'm fully invested in the next piece and move straight into it.

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: Always @mzshko. She is the one holding my creative hand when I think that no one is going to like any of my ideas.

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Comment on other people's stuff. Nothing lightens my mood more than lifting up my friends.

I'll tag ... @creepkinginc @deedala @depressedstressedlemonzest @blue-disco-lights @lingy910y

[nayvwriter]

I read your fics 'Peppermint Humanity' and 'Tell me what you see' and i just have to say

THOSE WERE SO GOOD LIKE WOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOWO HOW YOU WRITE DEENA AND BLUE TOGETHER IS SO CUTEEEE and i rlly loved how you wrote Deena thinking back on her siblings and my heart went 😫😫😫😫😫 AND IN PEPPERMINT HUMANITY WHEN DEENA PURPOSEFULLY BEGINS AVOIDING EVERYONE CAUSE SHE FEELS GUILTY OVER 'using them' BUT BLUE COMFORTS HER AND !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOAHHHHH ITS SO AMAZING 😭😭😭 YOU WRITE SO WELL

Thank you-i didnt know i needed to read smthing like that!!!!!!!

hi! Sorry for the delay in my response to... everything... I've suddenly gotten very busy.

And yeah I have had a lot of thoughts on Deena. So many of my oneshots (completed or in progress) are about Deena. Even the ones that weren't supposed to be (looks at this is how you kill a god). I have at least another Deena and Blue oneshot planned as well.

I'm glad you liked my writing <3

Thank you for all your comments!

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 19

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: In the series finale, Bucky finds some solace in the arms of his sister...and starts to truly look forward to his future.

Warnings: EMOTIONS. Fade to black smut...but if this gets a lot of feedback maybe I will post a full smut for it.

AN: THANK YOU. This is the last chapter for this series 😭 I am so proud of this series and I really hope you all found joy in seeing Bucky get everything he ever deserved (even though I had to hurt him a bit along the way). Your feedback means everything to me, so please if you have read and enjoyed this series let me know with a comment, a reblog comment, an anon (or not) message! I'll take anything! Happy Holidays ❤

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

You refilled your drink, glad that Bucky would be the one driving them tonight, and sat on a plum velvet couch between Deena and Betty. You all laughed as you watched the many great-grandchildren fight for a turn hanging from Bucky’s arm. They had all been obsessed with him ever since he stepped through the door. The various parents gave up trying to teach them manners several hours ago. But Bucky didn’t seem to be bothered by their questions in the slightest. So many ‘whys?’ Why do you have it? Why is it gold? Why is it cold? Why won’t my mom let you show us how strong it is? 

You couldn’t hide your smile, Bucky was going to make a great father someday. A day you were starting to hope would come sooner rather than later. As if he could sense your thoughts, Bucky smirked at you and sauntered over to the couch. He picked you up easily and spun you around so he was sitting in your spot and you were  in his lap.

“I thought you forgot about me over here,” you teased as you snuggled into the warmth of Bucky’s arms. 

“Of course not.” Bucky squeezed your waist. “Had to come make sure Betty wasn’t sharing anymore embarrassing stories.”

You shook your head. “Just the one about you almost getting arrested for indecent exposure.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes. “That makes it sound much worse than it was!” 

The women laughed, and you kissed Bucky’s reddening cheek. You stayed there in his lap, giggly and tipsy, until the shadows grew long and the room quiet.

**

Bucky squeezed your waist. The feeling of you, warm and soft, underneath his fingers reminded him to check the time. As much as he was dreading the drive home, he was looking forward to getting you in his bed. 

“James, let your dame go and help me to my room. I need to lie down.” 

Betty stood without waiting for Bucky to respond. He was quick to follow, offering her his elbow.

They were quiet as they made their way to her guest room, and Bucky helped her settle onto the bed. 

“Can I get you anything?” 

“Sit down,” Betty patted the edge of the bed. 

Bucky did what she asked, still feeling–well, he didn’t know how to feel. Overwhelmed didn’t begin to cover it.

“You know I’m still older than you, right? I don’t remember you being this bossy.” 

“James–”

Bucky looked up at her light blue eyes, and his joking demeanor dropped. “I missed you.” 

Betty opened her arms and Bucky fell into them without question. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been alive this whole time. I didn’t believe Connor when he told me. I didn’t think you’d actually show up. Thought he was crazy.” 

Bucky chuckled, holding her tighter. “I’m so sorry,” a wave of tears strangled his voice. 

“What in the world are you apologizing for?” Betty sounded exasperated, the same tone she used to use when Bucky didn’t play by her rules as a kid. 

He sat up and was surprised to find she had been crying too. Her voice certainly didn’t sound like it. 

“I–should have tried to find you.” 

Betty waved his words away. “Don’t be stupid. Now stop crying and tell me about the girl downstairs that looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.” 

“Language,” Bucky shook his head. It was so easy to slip into the big brother role again. “First, I brought you something.” Bucky gave her the blue velvet jewelry box and Betty gasped when she saw the diamond and emerald teddy bear pendant inside. 

“James–how much did you spend on this? What am I going to do with this? Wear it on my robe at the nursing home?” Betty snapped the box closed and tried to hand it back to him.

Bucky laughed and refused it. “Well, if I knew you had so much money,” Bucky waved his hands around the elegant room. “I would have spent more. I made you a promise. Remember?” 

Betty went quiet for a moment, opening the box again as more tears welled in her eyes. “That you’d bring me something pretty.” 

Bucky nodded and squeezed her frail hand. He tried not to let that affect him, not now. He couldn’t think about how much time he may or may not have left with her when he just got her back. 

Betty dried her eyes and motioned to the drawer next to her bed. “Give me the black box in there. I have something for you, too.” 

Bucky did as she said and let out his own gasp when she opened it for him. 

“It was mom’s, do you remember?” 

Bucky nodded quietly and took the box with his shaking hand. Her wedding ring. A thin band with intricate lace-like metalwork. A European-cut sapphire sparkled in the middle, surrounded by little white diamonds. 

“It was always meant for you and I was the only one crazy enough to save it this whole time. Becca was pissed when I refused to give it to Charles when he got married. It’s yours.”

“Betty–thank you.” Bucky didn’t know what else to say. He remembered rolling his eyes every time his mother expressed her excitement to see it on the hand of his wife someday. The fact that she never would was enough to make him crumble. With the ring tight in his grip, he laid on his sister’s lap and sobbed. He thought he had suffered the worst of his eternal pain, but this felt new. The wounds were so fresh he could feel every rip of his heart. 

“I know it wasn’t, Buck—I know.” 

Bucky hadn’t realized he had been talking—yelling, really, about how unfair his whole life had been. Betty held him as tight as she could, her hand rubbing circles on his back. 

“S—sorry-sorry—I can’t—” 

“Deep breaths, take your time.” 

Bucky nodded, still trying to stop the sobs that were now making him hyperventilate. Betty was patient, humming to him until he fell quiet, silent tears still streaming down his face. He sat up and looked at the ring in his hand. The conflicting emotions were exhausting him… his mother wouldn’t be here to see it, but Betty would be. Sam would be, and you—he could really have a normal life after all.  

“Is she worth it?” 

“You have no idea.” Bucky sniffled, wiping his red eyes. When he looked up, he smiled at the way Betty’s face had lit up. She was happy for him, proud, and that’s all he had hoped for. 

**

Bucky was not looking forward to the drive home. The day had been amazing but draining. As he said his last goodbyes and loaded the copious amounts of leftovers Deena insisted he take, Bucky kept his smile in place. But as soon as his car door shut, he let out a tired sigh. 

“You better not fall asleep on me,” he told you as he put the car in reverse. “You made me a promise. It’s the only thing that’s gonna get me through this drive.” 

“Actually,” you smiled mischievously, “I have a surprise.” 

Bucky raised a brow as he exited the driveway. “Is that so?” 

You nodded, quickly typing an address into the car’s gps. “Just follow the directions.” 

You gave him no other information, just sat back in your seat with that teasing smile on your lips. 

About an hour later, Bucky was pulling up in front of a cute white house in the suburbs. 

“Whose house is this?” Bucky sat on the brakes in front of the house. 

“Come on, pull into the driveway.” You nudged his arm, and Bucky did as you said. 

Before he could ask any other questions, You were out of the car and waving for him to follow. Bucky shook his head and let out a little huff, but quickly turned the car off and joined your side. 

“You gonna fill me in now?” Bucky asked nervously as you turned the handle on the front door. 

You opened the door and turned to face him. Bucky took a quick glance around the inside of the house before sending you a questioning look. 

“It’s ours for the night,” you beamed. “Go get the bags out of the car.” 

Excitement thrummed in Bucky’s veins, and normally he would ask a hundred questions, but tonight, he didn’t care. He ran back to the car and found the bags you had snuck in at some point. You were giggling as he jogged back to the front door with a big smile on his face. 

“Don’t move,” he huffed as he slipped past you and set the bags in the hall. He stepped back outside and lifted you into his arms, bridal style. “I don’t know how you did this, but I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart.” 

“It’s just an Airbnb,” you giggled, running your hands through his hair as he carried you through the house. 

It was cute, but Bucky would have to appreciate that more in the morning—maybe while he was making you breakfast—fuck, why did that just make him hard? 

He pushed the bedroom door open and laid you on the large bed, immediately joining you. “You couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?” His fingers worked frantically to pull the zipper on your skirt down.

You scoffed but helped him pull your skirt and tights down your legs. “I didn’t want you driving all the way back tonight; it’s been a long day.” 

Bucky stopped and looked up at your face. A lump caught in his throat. He loved you so damn much he felt he might burst. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to if you’re tired, baby.” 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want to.” Bucky kissed the insides of your thighs. “But you’re about to.” 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, still running your fingers through his hair. 

“Now, lay back and let me relax.” 

You did as he said and Bucky pushed you to the head of the bed so he could lie on his stomach between your thighs. With the first taste, so uniquely you, he felt his muscles relax and his stress dissipate. 

**

Finally in bed, Bucky snuggled against your back, holding you as close as he could.  

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he whispered as he placed a kiss behind her your. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“I’d do anything for you, Bucky.” 

Bucky’s chest burned pleasantly. “I love you. Get some sleep.” 

“Love you more,” you mumbled. 

Bucky held you tight until your breathing evened out, and he knew you were asleep. The ring, now safely tucked away in his backpack, was all he could think about. It wasn’t even a question of if he would do it. It was a question of when and how. He never thought he’d even get the chance, maybe in another life, but here and now? Suddenly, he felt like things were moving far too quickly in this new life of his. He never let himself want anything, because he never thought he would have anything. And now so much had been dropped right in his lap in a matter of months. He sat up and took a few calming breaths before he opened the little box again. The ring looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. He could already imagine it on your finger, the sapphire and diamonds sparkling against your skin; the smile he’d put on your face when he asked. How would he do it? How did people propose these days? He’d have to ask Sam for help, of course. Maybe he could do it in Louisiana. Would that be too soon? He’d already been stupid enough to ask you to have a baby with him–and it was definitely too soon for that. But you weren’t running away. He glanced over his shoulder. You had turned on your side, facing him, probably seeking his warmth. His dog tags still hung around your neck and you looked almost innocent as you slept so deeply. He briefly considered never sleeping again if he got to look at you like this every night. 

He snapped the box closed and hid it away. He’d ask Sam. Sam would know what to do. 

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[disneyanddisneyships]

WRITE THE LOREMIA WEDDING THIS ISNTANT. STAT. ASAP. 'CAUSE WHEN I READ THAT LOR CRIED SEEING HER IN THAT DRESS I MALFUNCTIONED A LITTLE

Mia was in her room, her arms were up as everyone made the final adjustments to her dress.

Mia glanced at her engagement ring and smiled.

"Ready?" Eve asked.

"For wha-"

Mia gasped as eve tightened her corset.

"Loreley is gonna hate me tomorrow cause she can't get your dress off huh?" Eve asked.

"Probably," Mia snickered.

"You ready?" Eve asked as she held out her hand for Mia.

"As I'll ever be. Is my father-"

"He's waiting for you at the church entrance," eve stated.

The girls arrived just in time.

"Deena and alruna are up there already for Loreley right?" Eve asked.

"Yes and Rosalyn should be here any second, and not to mention, ella is waiting to recite the book and marry you and Loreley," Mia's father spoke.

"I'm here! Lo siento! Alistar would NOT hurry up!" Rosalyn spoke as she jogged.

"I said I was sorry!" Alistar exclaimed.

"Okay great! And where's-" eve was cut off by a tap on her shoulder.

"Oh Eli! There you are!" Eve exclaimed before linking her arm with his.

"Sorry I'm late!" Eli apologized.

Rosalyn and Alistar did the same, as did Mia and Her father.

The wedding March sounded again as it did for Loreley just moments ago.

The doors opened.

Eve and Eli walked out first, and then it was Rosalyn and Alistar.

Mia took a deep breath before stepping out into the chapel.

Loreley's eyes widened as she looked at her wife walk down the aisle.

She looked so beautiful.

"Oh my gods....." loreley muttered as tears began forming in her eyes as her hair burned a brighter shade of blue.

Mia walked up to stand next to Loreley, tears in her eyes as well.

"Take one another's hands," Ella spoke as she read the book. "I've been told that you've written your own vows?" Ella stated.

Loreley nodded and sniffeled.

"Uh yeah. Yeah we did. Uh Mia.... my princess.... I took one look at you and I saw my life in your eyes. You mean everything to me and I am so happy I get to marry the love of my life," Loreley spoke as tears rolled down her face.

"Loreley, my goddess.... the sun to my moon... I have no doubt that we are meant to be with one another. You're my true love and I'd move heaven and earth for you just to see your smile. I love you with all I am," Mia finished.

Ella sniffeled before clearing her throat.

"Okay. Can we have the rings?" Ella asked.

Isaac raised up the pillow. Mia and Loreley each took their ring.

"Repeat after me Loreley," ella started. "With this ring, I thee wed,"

"With this ring, I thee wed," loreley repeated.

The speech went on until the rings were slipped onto their fingers.

"You may kiss," Ella finished.

Loreley and Mia shared a slow, beautiful kiss as the chappel applauded.

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

A prompt where Sam drags Deena into making a snowman. I need some cold weather and snow fluff please and thank you.

Sorry this one took so long, anon! When you sent it, it was still like 75 degrees here and very far from a cold weather mindset! Hopefully this will do as the first offering for the "now it's time to write winter stuff!" part of the year.

Also, for the record, I have never built a snowman.

When there’s a knock on the door, Deena debates not opening it. It’s probably one of the nosy neighbors complaining about how kids today have no initiative and she and Josh should be out shoveling everyone’s driveways or something like they’re extras on Leave it to Beaver and besides Deena is ridiculously comfortable, all bundled up in her hoodie and a blanket and cocooned on the couch watching Ricki Lake. But the knocking is insistent enough that it quickly becomes clear that whoever is on the other side isn’t going to be leaving any time soon and Josh is squirreled away in the basement doing whatever it is that Josh does and clearly the responsibility to be social falls on her. Yet again.

Josh seriously does not appreciate her enough.

Deena unwraps herself from her blanket cocoon and shuffles toward the door, bracing herself for the blast of air that will follow the second she cracks the door and for whatever is waiting for her on the stoop.

Of course, Deena thaws immediately when she sees the bundle of fabric that she assumes is her girlfriend, judging by the blonde hair and blue eyes emerging from the scarf wrapped around her and the pink hat pulled down over her ears.

“What are you doing?” Deena can’t stop herself from laughing at truly how absurd Sam looks right now, all bundled up in enough layers to make her look a bit like a marshmallow-y version of the Sam Fraser that she is in warmer weather. She reaches for Sam, pulling her inside and quickly closing the door. “Not to sound like this is not a welcome surprise because it most definitely is.”

Sam’s presence is always welcome; it’s almost ridiculous how just the sight of her can immediately make any situation better.

Sam’s nose is red, her cheeks pink with cold and there’s snow clinging to her boots and starting to melt in the living room and all of these things just somehow manage to make her all the more endearing.

“Come on,” Sam says and when she reaches for Deena’s hands with her gloved ones, the jolt is not of the usual type. Rather than the pleasant flutter and warmth that spreads through her whenever Sam’s hands are on her own, Deena is instead treated to the icy grip of winter that immediately makes her want to dive back into her blanket fort. “Let’s go. Outside.” She tugs Deena’s hand with a bit of impatience, a smile making an appearance on her frozen cheeks.

“Outside,” Deena repeats, glancing toward the front door like they might’ve somehow ended up transported to the Bahamas since the last time she’d checked. “You know it’s snowing, right?”

Sam rolls her eyes, reaching up to tug her hat from her head and leaving her already messy blonde tresses falling haphazardly across her flushed face. “Exactly. Why else do you think we’re going outside?”

Deena grimaces, shivering at just the idea of it. “Okay, how about a counter-offer? You’re here…I’m here…let’s stay on the couch and I can warm you up.”

Sam laughs, leaning closer and it really is too bad that there are all these layers between them and that Sam feels like an icicle. “Later,” she assures Deena. “Come on. When was the last time you actually went outside and had fun in the snow?”

“Hmm…never,” Deena says, and she puts her hands against Sam’s frozen cheeks despite the threat of frostbite. The things she does for love, and all that. “Do I look like the play in the snow type to you?” She tips her head toward the assortment of blankets still waiting on the couch. “I’m the hibernate until winter is over type.”

When Sam kisses her, even her lips feel like they’re ice cubes and seriously she should give into Deena’s offer to help her thaw out. It’s a public service, after all. Just looking at Sam is making her cold.

Or maybe it’s the sinking suspicion that she’s going to end up outside in the frigid wasteland that has become Shadyside, given the way that Sam is looking at her and her penchant for not being able to resist the way Sam looks at her. Ever.

“Deena,” Sam protests and the snowflakes that had clung to Sam’s lashes have finally melted, glittering there in the living room lamplight. “Don’t you want to build a snowman?”

Deena scrunches up her face. “Not…really.”

Sam sighs, shrugging, and taking a step back out of Deena’s personal space and really Deena misses the closeness of her even though it felt like trying to cuddle up to an ice block. “Okay. I guess I’ll just have to make do by myself.” She pulls her hat back on, trying to comb back her hair with her gloved fingers. “Just thought I’d ask.”

Sam is testing her. This much is obvious in the way that she hesitates, a faint grin on her face, waiting for Deena to jump in and assure her that she is, in fact, up for this perfectly logical activity for a bunch of high schoolers to do on a snow day.

So Deena just grins, crossing her arms over her chest, all too pleased to call her bluff. “Have fun. If you freeze to death, I’ll be really, really disappointed.”

Pressing her lips together, Sam glowers but there’s no weight to the gesture, especially not when it’s clear she’s trying not to smile and renew her efforts to convince Deena to come with her. “Fine.” She gives Deena another shrug, stepping back toward the door. “Have fun with…”

“Being warm,” Deena supplies with a smirk. “I definitely will, thanks.”

Sam gives her one final look, tucking her scarf back into place right before she pulls open the door and steps back outside again, taking the chill with her. Deena waits a beat, two, fully anticipating Sam to throw the door open once more and change course, admitting that Deena’s idea of how to spend the afternoon is far better.

But…nothing. Just the crunch of footsteps that slowly get quieter and farther away and…nothing. No Sam. No admitting that being outside really is a terrible idea. No cuddling in a blanket fort. Nothing.  

Deena frowns, crossing the room toward the window and pressing her forehead to the glass, staring through the frosty pane and out into the yard. Sam is crouched in the yard, currently gathering up a pile of snow with her gloves and packing it together like it’s completely normal to just go around building snowmen in people’s yards when you could be inside cuddling with your girlfriend on the couch instead.

Well. Just because Sam has a taste for winter activities does not mean that Deena has to participate. And just because they live in Ohio does not mean that she has to be okay with feet of snow piled up outside her house and turning everything into an Artic wasteland that no one in their right mind would be outside in.

No, she’s smarter than that. She has heat and blankets and daytime TV.

Deena watches as Sam continues packing the snow together for a moment longer before turning around and flopping back down on the couch. Maybe they’ve got some hot chocolate in the pantry so that she can be ready to help Sam warm up once she’s decided that she’s had enough and that Deena was right all along.

Deena pulls the blanket back over her lap, turning her focus back to the television…and lasting about twenty more seconds before groaning and throwing off the blanket once more. She marches toward the closet, grabbing out her jacket and the mittens and assorted other winter gear that Deena dreads having to need every year. And here she is, putting it on to go outside and play in the snow. By choice.

When the door opens and closes, Sam glances in her direction, grinning at the sight of her. And even though she doesn’t say I told you so, Deena is pretty sure she’s thinking it. And she’s pretty sure that Sam can tell the scowl on her face is mostly for show as she stomps her way through the snow and in Sam’s direction.

“The base is almost done,” Sam says in a tone that suggests that she’d known that Deena was always going to come out here and join her and goddamn it she probably did.

Of course she did. Even looking into those blue eyes right now, especially with the snowflakes that have gathered in her hair and on her cheeks, makes Deena want to do anything that Sam asks.

Even…

“You really want to make a snowman?”

Sam shrugs, standing up and brushing snow off her knees. “It could be a snowwoman.”

Deena rolls her eyes, grinning. “This is completely ridiculous. You know that, right?”

“Definitely.” Sam grins, draping her arms over Deena’s shoulders and leaning into her. “But it’s kinda fun.”

This time, Deena’s lips are just as cold as Sam’s when they brush together and she isn’t sure if the shiver that travels down her spine is because of the cold or because it’s Sam or both. Her hands settle on Sam’s hips and she swears that the sudden heat that floods her body when Sam kisses her again is enough to melt all the snow around them and leave them standing in a ring of green.

Or, at the very least, it leaves her feeling hot beneath her scarf.

It doesn’t take long before Deena can’t feel her hands or her cheeks or any other part of her body, her mittens and the toes of her boots damp with melting snow as she gathers and packs and rolls snow into the shape of the middle section of the snowman that Sam is determined to create. But there’s also the added benefit of getting to be here, in this completely ridiculous moment, with Sam, listening to the sound of her laughter and memorizing the way her eyes crinkle at the edges when she smiles. It’s a sight that is more than enough to warm her from the inside out.

As Deena carefully settles the head of the snowman onto the lopsided body they’ve created, Sam goes kicking her way through the yard in an effort to find sticks and rocks buried beneath the blanket of snow and by the time she’s left the yard looking far from a pristine winter wonderland, all she has to show for her efforts are a pair of scraggly twigs and a single rock.

“It can be a cyclops,” Deena says decisively, taking the rock from Sam and trying to fit it into the center of the snowman’s…face.

The rock falls back into the snow just as quickly and Sam laughs while Deena retrieves it, trying to jam it back into place with enough force for it to stick this time.

And, it seems, enough force to knock the entire snowman down and back to the ground, where it crumbles into dozens of tiny snowdrifts.

Sam looks at her, lifting her eyebrows, and Deena sighs, taking in the ruined efforts of all their work. “Maybe we can find a magic top hat around here or something.”

Sam reaches for her hand, tossing aside the now useless twigs. “Or maybe that’s a sign that we need to call it a day.”

“Now you’re talking.” Deena tightens her grip around Sam’s hand, already starting to pull her back toward the house. “Because I think I have frostbite on at least four of my fingers.”

“Sounds a like a very serious issue,” Sam says as they walk up the front stoop, trying to stomp their boots free of snow. “What was that you were saying earlier about finding a way to warm ourselves up?”

Deena grins, pulling Sam in behind her as she walks back into the house. “I just might have a few thoughts on that.”

[ticklishtimothee]

our final night alive (simon kalivoda x reader)

summary: the reader and simon are in the bathroom together before it all goes down. and hey, since all their friends are going to “pound-town” as simon would call it, why shouldn’t they?

a/n: i just watched fear street 1994 on netflix and totally fell in love with simon, so i wrote this. i promise i’m working on the requests in my inbox as well, i just had to get this idea out while it was fresh.

words: 1,740

While Kate and Josh go into the girl’s bathroom, you and Simon figure it’s best to leave them alone. So, you follow Simon into the boy’s room, the clothes you’d snatched from the lost and found clutched tightly in your hands.

“Hey, I’ll trade you this Iron Maiden t-shirt for the cardigan,” Simon grins.

“You want to wear this thing?” you ask, raising a brow and holding up the blue knitted nightmare in your hands. You can already tell how itchy the fabric would be against your skin.

Simon nods. “I think it would really accentuate my shoulders. I’ve been told they’re my best feature,” he says, winking.

“Whoever told you that was a liar,” you reply, but toss him the cardigan anyway.

He catches it easily, then tosses you the t-shirt in return.

He wastes no time in pulling the white t-shirt over his head, and you’re thankful to see it gone. It was bad enough that he’d been wearing it for all that time, regardless of the blood stains. You avert your eyes as he strips off his jeans as well.

“Nice tighty-whities,” you mutter.

Simon snorts. “Sorry for putting practicality over fashion.”

“Says the guy putting on a girl’s cardigan to fight monsters.”

“Touché.”

You turn to face the wall, pulling your own shirt over your head, checking your torso quickly for any traces of blood. Finding none, you pull the new t-shirt on.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realize Simon still isn’t making an effort to get dressed. Instead, he’s checking himself out in the mirror, and you can’t tell if he’s goofing off or actually looking for any stains to wash off of his skin.

“You have some blood on your back,” you tell him. “Can’t tell if it’s Sam’s or yours, but better safe than sorry.”

Simon looks in the mirror, tilting his head to catch a glimpse, and furrows his brows. “I don’t see it. Help me out?”

You grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and wet them under the sink. “Turn around.”

He does so, and you find the blood in question and wipe it off.

He jumps under the touch. “You couldn’t have used warm water?” he asks, difficult as always.

“I could let this sink run for five minutes and it’d be warm at best,” you reply. “You think this place has the budget for hot water?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess so.”

There’s a pause, and you’re still standing behind him, your eyes scanning over the pale expanse of his back, taking in each freckle. His shoulders were pretty nice, actually.

“You know you’ve gotta change your pants, too,” he says.

“Oh, right,” you say, cheeks burning. You go back to the pile of your things. When you look up, he’s watching you. “Am I allowed a little privacy?” you ask.

He smiles. “You could go into the stall.”

You roll your eyes. “Or you could turn around and not be a pervert.”

“Hey, you already saw me in my underwear,” he points out.

You scowl at him, then hook your thumbs into the waist of your pants and pull them down in a quick, fluid motion. You toe off your shoes to take them off entirely, leaving them on the tiled floor. “Happy?” you ask.

His smile fades. “What happened to your thigh?”

You look down and see the injury he’s referring to. Honestly, you’d been so caught up in everything going on, you’d barely noticed the shallow gash in your skin, but now that it was brought to the forefront of your mind, the dull ache began to settle.

“I don’t know,” you reply. “I guess one of those psychos grazed me.”

Simon takes another wad of paper towels. “May I?” he asks.

You nod, and he dampens them under the faucet. “Come put your leg up to the sink.”

You do as he says, wincing at the first contact he makes with it.

“Sorry,” he practically whispers. “I don’t have anything to bandage it up with, but the least we can do is get it clean, okay?”

“Okay.”

His face is close to your bare leg, making goosebumps rise where his nose and lips brush the skin. He’s gentle with you, one hand holding your leg steady while the other dabs at the wound tenderly, and you watch as the red mess slowly begins to clear up, leaving the wound still open but no longer bleeding.

“There, that should be better,” he says. “When we find the others, maybe they’ll have something to patch you up with.”

“Thanks.”

You place both feet back on the ground, standing before Simon, both partially undressed (him more than you) and trying to hide the feelings of terror in both of your chests.

“Do you think Deena and Sam are gonna make up?” you ask. “Oh, I think they’re probably fucking as we speak,” he replies.

You give him a light smack to the back of his head. “You’ve got such a dirty mind.”

“I’m serious! Kate and Josh are probably doing it, too. The whole last-night-on-earth thing gets people horny, don’t you know?”

“Oh, so we’re all gonna be killed by some freaks, so we should be banging?” you ask.

“Are you asking in general, or about us?”

You pause. “Both.”

His cheeks flush pink, and you swear it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him embarrassed. “In general, yeah, I think it’s human instinct to seek out some pleasure before the end. As for us, well...If you’re down, I’m down.”

You stare at him for a second. “Really?”

“Only if you want to, I mean—”

You grab him by the shoulders and kiss him, effectively cutting off his rambling.

In no time, he’s pushed your back against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom, kissing you back fevertently. You thread your fingers through his blond curls, and he sighs against your lips.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, breathless.

You nod, and he brings a hand between your legs, fingers running over your underwear teasing, making you shiver. 

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“I’ve never done this before,” he says, unable to meet your eye. “But I have a pretty good idea of what to do.”

“Me either,” you tell him. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

He nods and pulls you in for another kiss, this time rubbing you through your panties. You whine softly into his mouth.

“Does that feel good?”

“Try doing it a little gentler—oh, yes, like that…”

You can feel his hard cock against your belly as he reaches his hand down the front of your underwear. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes, it’s fine.”

Carefully, he finds your hole and presses one finger inside, making you clench nervously at first.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Try to relax for me,” he all but coos in your ear, and you do so.

He lets his finger slowly curl and uncurl inside you, stretching you out.

“Do you want to…?” you ask.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says, knowing exactly what you were going to ask.

“Well, if you get me pregnant, we’ll probably be dead before it’s even got arms and legs.”

He chuckles, and you appreciate that he’s able to find humor in the fucked up things, just like you.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He yanks down his underwear, and while you’d teased him about it before, the tight, white fabric didn’t leave much to the imagination. Simon wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up, bringing you over to the sink and sitting you down on the brim of it.

“There’s no way this thing is gonna hold us,” you say.

“If we break it, we’ll be dead before they make us pay for the damages,” he replies, and you laugh.

He makes quick work of pulling your panties down, and they fall to the floor as he parts your knees. “Please tell me if I hurt you,” he says. “I want it to feel good.”

You nod. “I promise.”

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing his hips forward. He misses the first time, sort of poking the head of his cock into the crease of your thigh, and you both chuckle awkwardly at the mishap. The second time, he gets closer, but his cock slides upward and between your folds, making your legs jerk in surprise.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

The third time, he succeeds, and the initial stretch of his head entering you makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Should I stay still for a sec? Let you adjust?”

You nod, and so he does.

“You can move now.”

Slowly, he rocks his hips forward, and you manage to take more of him. Without you asking, he waits again, letting you get used to the feeling.

Your nails dig into his back. “You can go, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Simon, I’m sure,” you reply.

“Alright, I’m just double-checking!”

He fucks you carefully, his own movements a bit robotic at first, but when you pull him close to lock your lips together once again, he falls into a rhythm, and your ass hurts from sitting on the stupid sink, but he feels so good, his hot breath tickling your neck as he fucks you.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I’m sorry, I’m already—”

“It’s fine, don’t apologize. You can come, just try to pull out,” you say.

He nods, and you can see him scrunching up his face, trying to gain some control and keep from cumming. It doesn’t make him last much longer, and he pulls out just in time, and you scoot to the side in a hurry, his come landing in the basin of the sink.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes. “I’m sorry, I can try to finger you again, or something.”

You laugh. “Simon, it’s fine. Some dudes would have come just from seeing me in my underwear. It’s fine.”

He nods, and his forehead is slightly sweaty, hair sticking to it, and his cheeks are flushed.

“I feel bad if you die and I didn’t give you an orgasm,” he says.

“Well then let’s both try our hardest not to die, and you can give me one another time. Deal?”

He grins. “Deal.”

[tulipsnflowers]

ramble ask game: Ellie. how have I not asked this yet.

Ellie! If only JV wasn't mean you deserve more screentime

By that I mean he very clearly said he dislikes Ellie. Rude.

Also I realized I tend to talk about character's actions rather than their personality but this just.. Comes a lot easier to me. But it's a ramble nothing is off limits

Right! Ellie, I love Ellie. She's your best friend and she gives you Atlas and half the game's plot is us saving her

She is such a chaotic but smart person. Definitely smartest on our team(Or in general, sorry Malk(not really), sorry James), but would definitely throw a wrench at someone, she's great, I love her

We needed- actually, we in general need more scenes of reunion JV sucks at those. Let Atlas and Blue talk in n2. Let Deena and Blue share a moment in n2, let Ellie and Blue have a cool scene together after she turns out to be safe because that is our best friend gosh darn it one more cut scene won't kill anyone.

But we need to be actually talking with Ellie more, cuz she does have a personality, I mean she made Atlas yeet a grunt to outer space. Because of course she would

I'm kinda sad she didn't get a cameo in n2, but what can you do, really. She should've come with Blue and Remus if only to give support about kicking Vados' butt. But also to talk to Atlas. JV, please-

She's a great friend and she deserves more screen time. She definitely messed with Malk the most she could and you know it. Spencer, too.

(Though sending us a message wouldn't have hurt Ellie)

[sam-frasers]

olivia's answers to some of the questions during the goldrush convention:

her and leigh decided that Sam Fraser is a Pisces but the costume department messed it up so Sam's birthday is NOT December 17

olivia also looked up Pisces attributes when she was studying the role of Sam and she tried to play her as a Pisces

more on the sameena backstory: sam and deena are happily married in 2021 "if nicke goode didn't show up from his grave and ruin everything"; sam and deena proposed at the same time because "they are on the same page and equally in love with each other"; sam and deena are running a small business somewhere; OLIVIA THINKS SAM AND DEENA WERE CHEM LAB PARTNERS AND THAT'S HOW THEY FIRST MET!!!!!!! (so the classroom they made put in could be THE classroom)

"they met at school in a chemistry class, then got to be close over the summer because they had the same job, and then sam moved away in the fall" (sorry but childhood bffs to lovers is still my headcanon)

olivia thinks if sam went to college she would choose something like teaching kids because it's "natural for her to take care of people"

she thinks Sam's pronouns are she/her!

olivia said (personality wise) she's a mix of deena and sam

the props department were the ones who made the box but they were able to keep some of the polaroids

SAM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GRUNGIER

olivia kept deena's sweater and cardigan!!

olivia would love to play Josh if she could play another character in FS

None FS answers

her favorite horror movie trope is the ones where teenagers are the central characters

olivia looked up her entire birthchart and she's an aquarium sun, leo moon, and leo rising (kinda terrifying I would be very afraid of her)

the blue rose in 3 words "crazy, colorful, nightmarish"

she wants to go as either laura palmer from the twin peaks or selina kyle for halloween

olivia signed an NDA about the blue rose

her favorite vine is the "is that a weed" one

she wanted to take home ray's button up shirts (i am SO SAD)

her favorite non horror film is point break

her favorite taylor swift song is shake it off! (kinda basic of her but ill take it)

her favorite band for the spooky season are The OhSees, The Pixies, and Siouxsie and the Banshees

she didn't audition for The Blue Rose but said that the director probably saw on ig that she was a fan of David Lynch and sent her an email

olivia would love to have a tattoo of her dog, martinshe (probably) won't be dressing up martin in a halloween costume because martin doesn't like when anything is put on him

*not an answer but everyone who attended the convention/meet and greet said that olivia is really good at holding a conversation and she's super attentive and sweet:(((

source: soundsofseries, kctewallis, minoru_dean, olviaswelch, ughclairo, oliviaswelch (all on twitter)

[afro-hispwriter]

THE JEALOUS BERMAN(CINDY BERMAN X FEM READER) SMUT

Fear street Modern au!

Summary- Cindy gets jealous of Deena

Warnings- smut(obvi), dirty talk, no foreplay, scissoring, slight choking, language, sex in the girl's locker room

Request by @lo379

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You could feel her eyes burning in the back of your head. You weren't stupid, you knew why she was staring at you.

Ever since Deena came to your school and she started talking to you, your girlfriend, Cindy was a little pissed. Neither of you has had to deal with jealousy. Your relationship was built by trust, but Cindy couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"If looks could kill me and Deena would be dead." You lean against the lockers as Cindy grabs her books.

"I don't like how she looks at you." She says huffing and your smile.

"Your cute when you're jealous." You say and her head snapped towards you and you saw her already blushing.

"I'm not jealous."

"Sure babe." You say and kiss her cheek. You walk away and she watches you leave, she leaned against her locker and sighed. She heard a voice right next to her making her jump.

"You're jealous that I talk to y/n right?" Cindy turned to see Deena smiling awkwardly at her. Cindy shifted her books in her arms and didn't respond. "I don't want to get in between what you and she have, she talks a lot about you."

"Good things I hope?" Cindy asks and looks at Deena and she nods.

"Oh ya, she seems to love you." Cindy's eyes widened at her words.

"Love?"

"Wait she hasn't told you yet?" Cindy shook her head.

"Oh shit my bad, but anyways don't worry about me trying to make a move on Y/n." Says Deena then steps closer to Cindy. She puts an arm around her shoulder, Cindy tenses and looks at her confused. Deena turns her around and points off to the cheerleaders. "I have my sights for Samantha Fraser." Cindy opens her mouth and says 'oh' very quietly.

"I'm sorry, for thinking that. Friends?" Cindy asks and shifts her book into one arm to hold out a hand.

"Come sit with me and Y/n tomorrow." She says and walks away to find Sam. Cindy sighed and leaned back on the lockers.

"Shit." She whispered and the bell rang.

-

The day was over and Cindy was rushing from in between everybody to find you. She spotted you walking towards the door and sped up and grabbed your arm. Turned to see who grabbed you and relaxed when you saw it was just Cindy.

"Need me to drive you, home babe?" You ask her and she shakes her head then nods.

"Well not right now but I do need a ride." She grabs your hand and leads you back deeper into the school. She opens the girl's locker room and steps inside.

"What's wrong?" You ask her and look around trying to see if there was anybody in the locker room.

"I'm sorry for being jealous, Deena talked to me and I shouldn't have been jealous at all, she's nice." She says and you smirk at her confession. You set your bag down and grab her hand and tugged her into your body.

"See you were jealous." You say and lean your head down to capture her lips. Cindy starts kissing back and she places her hands on your face, pulling you down harder. You back up until her back hits the lockers and you place one hand above you and one on her hip. You then wedge your knee in between her thighs and she pushed her hips down making her moan.

The hand on her hip slowly trailed up and under her shirt. You unclipped her bra skillfully and you stopped kissing her. She immediately shed her shirt off and so did you. She slid her bra off while you took her off. You immediately grabbed her breasts making Cindy gasp. Her buds got hard as you started pulling and twisting them gently.

"Fuck, your so good at that." She panted and smiled and brought your mouth on bud making her moan. You sucked on her breasts harder before Cindy grasped your hair and pulled you up. She pulled you into her and started kissing down your body and kneading your breasts. She started licking and sucking on your breasts making you moan.

"Fuck, good girl."

Good girl

Those two words spurred something and Cindy and she let your breasts go. She grabbed your face and smashed her lips on yours. You smirk into the kiss and push her off gently.

"Does somebody like it when they get called a good girl?" You taunt her playfully and she blushes. You chuckle and you go back to your stuff you unzip your backpack and pull out your sweater. You laid it on the tile and then grab your shirts and may it down as well. "Lay down."

Cindy shuffled towards you and she sat down. She was going to take off her sneakers when you stepped on her shoes with yours.

"No no sweetie, keep those shoes on. You always look so sexy when I'm fucking you with them on." You unbuttoned your shorts and slipped them off along with your underwear over your shoes. You dropped to your knees and grabbed Cindy's legs making her fall back on her hands. You unbuttoned her blue shorts and slid them off. You look at her underwear and notice they were completely ruined."Fuck baby, so wet for me?"

"Only for you." She responds and lays flat on her back.

"Only for me." You slap her thigh making her jump. You hooked your finger into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down. You crawled over her body and raised one of her legs over your shoulder and one of yours over her hips.

"Wait, wait," Cindy says and places a hand on your chest. You immediately stop and sit back.

"What?"

"Shouldn't I... get you ready?" She asks and your heart flutters at considering your pleasure but you shake your head.

"Babe trust me I'm so wet right now just looking at you splayed out under me." Cindy shys away and you trail your hand up her body to hold onto her throat. You applied some pressure making her moan and arch her back slightly. "You like getting choked Don't you?" You leaned down and kissed her. She started kissing back but you pulled back making her whine. You raised your hips then slowly brought your crotches together.

Both if you moaned at the sensation. You started moving your hips up and down making your clits rub against each other. The locker room was filled with your shared cries of pleasure and moans. You leaned back still keeping your rhythm and starting kissing Cindy's leg that was propped up over your shoulder.

"Fuck, don't you ever worry about me leaving you, I love you too much baby girl." You say and throw your head back. At your words, Cindy’s stomach tightened and she came. Feeling her pussy throb against yours made you lean over and cum.

"Fuck, I love you too!" Cindy was completely slumped and you slowly let her leg down. You leaned over her body and kissed her. You made out for a minute and you came around to your surroundings, ending the kiss out of breath.

“Fuck, we should go.” You say and kissed her forehead. Cindy nodded and reached to find her shorts.

After slipping all your clothes on grabbing your bags, Cindy held your hand as you walked down the hallways.

“Did you mean what you said? The I love you?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Ya, I love you, Cindy Berman.” Cindy's heart fluttered and she lays her head on your shoulder.

“I love you too.”

A/n- hope you liked it, please comment tell me what you think:)

[cinnamon-roll-seth]

Meant To Be (Part Two) || Nick Goode

- Part One

Request- Can you write an imagine of Nick Goode from 1978 where y/n is a redhead and is the sister of Ziggy and Cindy. Her and Nick were dating before y/n left camp and Nick dumped her. After a year she comes back with her sisters and they meet again and y/n tries to talk to him but he doesn't want to. And there is a fight like Deena and Sam at the beginning of the movie because Nick was also mad at her because she was kissing a boy and he squeezed her ass and he knows she didn't feel comfortable with it just like Sam and Deena’s fight. And after the fight he ignores her, still loving her, and always thinking about her after years. And then after years they reconcile and stay together for years, until death do them part. (there is no curse in the imagine)

“No, no, no.” You groaned, looking in your rearview mirror as a pair of red and blue lights flashed behind you.

You pulled over and sighed, running a hand through your hair while mumbling out a few curses. Cindy was going to kill you.

You reluctantly rolled your window down as the officer approached your car and bent down, “Ma’am did you know- Y/N?”

Of course it would be Nick Goode, of all people, to have pulled you over.

It had been 7 years since that night at camp where the two of you had fought. After that you avoided him at all cost and only spoke to him when necessary.

As the years went by and you’d grown and matured your negative feelings toward Nick had disappeared. You no longer held any hatred for the man. He was simply an old fling to you now, a silly teenage relationship that didn’t work out.

That still didn’t make him pulling you over any less embarrassing.

“Um, hey Nick. Look I’m sorry if I was speeding, I didn’t even realize. I’m late for my nephews birthday party and if I’m any later my sister is going to literally kill me.” You ramble, reaching into your wallet for your license to give to him.

“You weren’t speeding Y/N. I pulled you over to ask if you knew you had a taillight out.” He reassures you awkwardly.

“Really? The left one? Damn I just replaced that one a few weeks ago.” You mutter, “I guess you have to give me a ticket now, huh? Alright, get it over with.”

“Well technically I don’t have to give you a ticket. I’ll settle for your number instead?” He answers smoothly causing your cheeks to heat up.

“Oh..uh-“

Nick cuts off your stuttering, “Look Y/N. I’m going to go out on a limb here and tell you the truth. These past few years I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About what it would be like if we’d stayed together. You were one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I was a dumbass and went and fucked it up and I’ve never been able to forgive myself for hurting you. Even if you don’t feel the same way please just give me the chance to properly apologize. The way we left things just doesn’t sit right with me.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You’d be lying if you hadn’t also caught yourself often thinking about what would’ve happened if you and Nick were together still. Would you be married and have kids of your own? Would you have that dog the two of you always talked about?

Yes the two of you had left off on bad terms but that was years ago. You were both older now, more mature. Maybe if you gave Nick another chance things would go different this time. Or maybe you’d get the chance to put the past behind you and be at least friends.

Finally you reached over into the passenger seat into your purse for the pen and notepad you kept inside.

You scribbled your phone number down and ripped the piece of paper off before handing it to Nick, “Call me tonight and we can talk.”

He nodded and smiled before thanking you and sending you on your way. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

And you didn’t.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your family and friends cheered and clapped their hands as Nick gently placed his hands on either side of your face and brought you in for a kiss.

“Ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Goode!”

You’d dreamed about this day that summer at camp when the two of you were together. After your breakup you’d thought bitterly about how this day would never happen. And now the day had arrived after all and it was even more perfect then your sixteen-year-old self could’ve ever imagined.

You were finally married to the love of your life. You were Nick Goode’s wife. All because of an out taillight two years ago.

5 Years Later

“Lunch is done!” You called out to your husband and children from the your back porch.

“Mommy come see our leaf pile!” Your daughter yells excitedly. You make your way down the steps and across the yard to where your husband, daughter, and twin sons are standing around a large pile of leaves.

“Wow that is a big leaf pile,” You tell her enthusiastically.

“Daddy was throwing us in it,” She beams happily.

“Guys I think Mommy wants to play in our leaf pile too, what do you think?” Nick asks mischievously.

“Yeah!” All three of your children reply excitedly.

“Let’s all tackle Mommy on the count of three,” Your husband tells them.

“You better not,” You fake warn them.

“1…2….3! Get her!” The four of them come running at you and tackle you down into the pile of leaves.

The five of you all fall into the leaf pile giggling and laughing.

“You little devils! I’ll get you for this!” You yell playfully, grabbing one of your sons and tickling him while he shrieks and tries to wiggle away.

Finally the little one escapes and the three kids jump up and run into the house to escape your playful vengeance.

You turn to your husband and grin, putting a hand on his chest, “We’d better go before those little monsters destroy the kitchen.”

You go to get up but Nick pulls you back down and you let out a surprised gasp as you fall back into his chest.

“Let’s just stay here for a minute,” He mumbles, before pulling your lips into his.

You gladly kiss him back, putting your hand on his chest as he has his on your face.

“EWW!” You hear a chorus of little voices, breaking your kiss as you turn and see all three of your kids on the porch staring at the two of you.

“Alright now you’re gonna get it,” Your husband jumps up and runs after the kids, who run into the house yelling and giggling as their father chases them.

You laugh to yourself and stand up, walking towards the house while yelling out, “Let’s go Maisie!”

The german shepherd stops sniffing the bush she was inspecting and chases after you into the house.

You’d finally gotten your happy ever after with Nick and you couldn’t be happier. The two of you truly were meant to be.

[mk-tozier]

Welcome Newcomers!

I am redoing this for many reasons!

Hello newcomers, i am Kai. I use they/them pronouns. I am pansexual and genderqueer

if you are anti-lgbtq, racist or ableist get off my tumblr.

I will not write anything discriminatory

I write imagines, headcannons, smut and reblog various posts. I do take requests but it varies between being open and closed, make sure to check my bio to know whether my requests are opened or not. Usually I only close requests to catch up.

You can always send a scenario in just to talk about or maybe you just wanna talk abt your day, whether requests are open or closed I will always take these and I will always respond!!

I’ve decided that I will open requests for a month or two and then close them and take a month or two to catch up on those requests.

So there will be a fic every 1-2 months.

I will not write certain things if they make me uncomfortable. i write for the characters in the list below but you can of course, request a character. If i feel uncomfortable with this scenario or character, or do not know that character i will not write the request.

You can request platonic x readers or sibling x readers, ect

please read everything so you know the requirements and what i write for.

I am always updating this list so make sure to check for changes!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

CELEBRITIES

Colby brock

pete davidson

DOAWK

Rodrick Heffley

IT

Richie tozier

Bill denbrough

Stanley uris

Beverly marsh

CRIMINAL MINDS

Penelope Garcia

Derek morgan

Agent Hotchner

Spencer Reid

COBRA KAI

Miguel

Hawk

STRANGER THINGS

Mike wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Will byers

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

Luke

Flynn

Julie

Reggie

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Fred weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Alex Alvarez

Elena Alvarez

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher (i personally dont like Lip but I’ll write for him)

Fiona Gallagher

Ian Gallagher (i will not write ANY smut for Ian)

Mickey Gallagher (i wont write ANY smut for mickey + platonic only)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoria

Denkt Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoroki

Kyouka Jirou

Mina Ashido

‘DEATH NOTE

Light Yagami

BIRDS OF PREY

Harley Quinn

Black Canary

Huntress

BLUE EXORCIST

Rin Okumura

Shima Renzo

Kirigakure Shura

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

rory

benny weir

ethan morgan

sarah

erica

FEAR STREET

young ziggy

young nick

josh

deena

MCU

Tony stark

Peter Parker (toms version sorry lol)

Black widow/Natasha

Thor

Pietro

Wanda

REQUESTS:

I write angst, blurbs, fluff and smut

please give me a fandom, character, whether you want it to be an imagine.small Drabble. headcannon or smut and basic plotline, details you may want added

i.e “hi I’d like to request a IT imagine with Richie where he gets mad at the reader for getting a boyfriend“

i try to make my imagines for everyone so i wont be doing certain details like eye color, hair color, race, ect

all though you can request a fic where The reader has a certain body type and the focus of the fic is that

i.e “hey I wanna request a shameless smut with Carl where the reader is insecure about their body because they are on the heavier side and have stretch marks and carl helps them feel better about themselves?”

i will not be writing for a particular race because i am white and i would feel uncomfortable writing as a certain race because i have not experienced their experiences nor am i that race and fully informed with certain cultures. I feel as if itd be out of my place to write as a certain race knowing i am not that race.

I don’t write mlm. I am not mlm and do not know how to write these experiences. and I definitely will not write ANY mlm smut whatsoever.

All though i will write wlw and nblw smut. As i am afab/nonbinary

I will write bi!characterxreaders for characters such as Ian Gallagher but i will not write smuts for those characters. I dont feel comfortable writing smut for a character who is originally gay and its stated in the show/movie that the character is in fact gay. Especially if that character is male.

SMUTS/NSFW HEADCANNONS:

i will not write the following

ageplay

blood kinks

piss or shit

incest

rape/non-consent

heavy beating/spanking

animal Kinks

anything furry related

anal play

mlm/amab

piss kinks

any fetishes

if you wanna request something that is not on either list then request it and i will let you know if I’m uncomfortable with writing it or not

what i will write

degrading

praising

quirk related smuts (i.e denki uses his quirk on you during the smut)

wlw/afab

light bondage

light spanking

teasing

edging

overstimulation

CNC (consented-non-consent)

oral

Requirements for smut:

tell me fandom, character, basic plot line/what you want, tell me any specific details you may want, smut with plot or no plot