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jim meeting silver in Treasure Planet:
#HE LITERALLY DID THOUGH!!!!!#treasure planet#jim hawkins#john silver#long john silver#talking rubbish as usual#queue
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[redacted] most stupid city why even bother
#(the closest city to my parents house where i grew up im here on the holidays)#not that i go into the city much its rubbish and not worth the bus fare#so i usually only go if my parents drive me#and like everyone in the rest of the countrys always like its such a great city isnt it so nice you live nearby and used to study there#like apart from who wants to study in their local city if they can at all avoid it thats why i changed#but its actually rubbishly laid out and ugly and boring and stupid and pointless#the next closest small city which has a lot worse reputation is actually a bit nicer in my opinion#not that i particularly like that one either and some parts are really rubbish but i really think its not so bad#and like most of the students when i studied there (the closer one) also werent completely obsessed as well as like most normal people#but you even get some locals that are like its so brilliant#no it isnt its a tourist rubbish pit#anyway their latest drama is just stupid ridiculous#like i keep seeing it on facebook#like theres no point in even censoring where im from is there might as well just put the actual town cause anyone who knows me would#recognise this commentary anyway and could probably guess it was me if they were for some reason on here and reading these posts#which theres absolutely no reason they would be so why would i bother#but still the idea of putting my local city is a bit weird even though i dont care about strangers at all#at least at a rough glance no one would identify me and no ones going to read my blog closely anyway#so it doesnt matter that my attempts at privacy are completely pointless#i mean doesnt everyone hate their local city anyway i didnt specify enough that itd come to mind where im talking about
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@cams-cozy-corner totally!
I think a decent amount of people are somewhat aware of it in the sense that they know they or others feel small and scared when something shocking happens and they just ascribe that to regular, non regression related 'small and scared and feeling like a helpless child'. It's also somewhat common knowledge that someone might act like a child in tense situations but they see that as a Thing that Happens and don't really think much of it. Like, the gag where a character would ask for their mummy or start crying like a kid.
Some poeple do recognise regression as reverting back to a younger headspace but don't really have the language for it and they also don't see it in the way we (the online community) sees it. A lot of us use it like a tool and treat it like an identity and embrace it. Someone who might be prone to regression who doesn't embrace it or really think of it in a certain way much might not regress as much, creating or existing in an enviroment where regression is seen in a certain light can encourage it too!
I think also that the lines between regressor and non-regressor are really, really not as black and white as some people think. When it comes to psychology it can be pretty hard to draw lines in the sand, the brain is SO complex and there's so many layers to it. Some choose to make room in their life for regression, some fight it, some aren't aware and some just are doing their own thing.
So it's quite likely that there are quite a few people who do similar things to you in your area but not everyone is in the online agere community, nor even call it the same things!
one sad thing i think about sometimes is like... well, yeah, agere/agedre communities aren't as massive... but also it's practically non-existent where i'm from and that thought sometimes feels lonely even though online communities exist... i think it's something about knowing you're not geographically alone in the way you cope ?
#this might actually just be a bunch of rubbish and im sorry if this isnt vibing#but Cams-cozy-corner reminded me of quite a few regression-y things in media where im pretty sure it wasnt supposed to be like. a Thing.#one example that comes to mind is a scene in Its Always Sunny where Dennis and his sister come across something grim relating to their#childhood and its this comedic scene where theyre all freaking out with the rest of the gang shouting#and dennis starts crying and talking like a young kid and grabbing onto his sister (which is very out of character)#its sort of played as a joke like haha hes so scared and freaked out. a character that usually is really stuck up and thinks a lot of how h#presents himself is now so upset that hes acting different#its not Supposed to be age regression but thats what it is. even if this character never does this or thinks about this outside of this#moment. hes not a regressor but thats what he did as a response to an extreme situation#So acting like a kid and feeling like a kid is subconsciously understood by a lot of people as a type of response to something#so they can write it and feel it and make jokes and recognise jokes but they dont identify what it is beyond that#sorry this is totally unrelated. oh gosh lmao. sorry for adding this on i can remove it if you want
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Quick Realizations
Mattheo Riddle x fem reader
Summary: Mattheo Riddle has always known everything about everyoneâexcept his own feelings. When a playful conversation turns into an unexpected confession, Mattheo realises he might like you more than just as a friend.
w/c: 1287
a/n: send in requests pls I have no clue what to write about
To no one's surprise, Mattheo knows almost everything.
For example, he knows that he's your best friend.
He knows that you prefer studying by the Black Lake rather than in the library, that you secretly adore Herbology even though you complain about the dirt, and that you like sneaking out after curfew just to wander the castle halls at night. He also knows that Pansy has been in a better mood since Draco complimented her new potion-brewed perfume, and that Theo's been practicing his wandwork more than usual because he's been trying to impress a certain Ravenclaw in Charms class.
Simply put, Mattheo knows everything about everyone.
"And then what did she do?" He leans back against the stone bench, casually tossing a stray pebble into the lake, watching as the water ripples outward.
"We just talked afterward," you shrug, watching as a pair of first years try to coax the Giant Squid to the surface. "It was nice catching up with her; it's been a while."
"I bet. She's a nightmare," Mattheo chuckles, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth as he speaks. He chews thoughtfully for a moment before glancing over at you with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Oh!" Your eyes brighten as you recall something, turning to face him.
You can't help but burst into laughter when you see his face, but you quickly compose yourself, keeping your smile in check. "She also said the funniest thingâshe said that she thought you had feelings for me!"
His eyes widen in surprise, his jaw dropping ever so slightly. "That's ridiculous."
"I know, right?" You snicker, adjusting your scarf as a cold breeze sweeps across the grounds. He joins you in laughter, the idea of liking you as more than a friend clearly absurd to him.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
But as your laughter dies down, his smile falters.
"Theo, what do I do?!"
His roommate sits at a desk in the Slytherin common room, poring over a detailed Quidditch strategy diagram. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he plans out moves for the upcoming match against Gryffindor.
"Just tell her."
"Iâll hex you into next week."
"If itâs between you being a miserable pain in my arse and getting hexed, Iâll take the hex, mate," Theo mutters, not bothering to look up from his plans.
Mattheo raises an eyebrow. "Why are you so sure youâre going to get hexed?"
"Because Iâm associated with you," Theo replies dryly, finally glancing up from his Quidditch strategy with a smirk. "Help me out first, and then curse me later. C'mon, don't be stingy."
"I literally already gave you advice, just tell her how you feel."
"One small problem with that."
"What now?"
"Iâ" Mattheo opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the right words. He eventually settles on giving Theo an innocent smile. "Well, I actually don't know if I like her like that? It was an in-the-moment realization kind of thing, but now I'm just confusedâ"
Theo lets out an exasperated sigh, tossing his quill aside and turning fully to face Mattheo. "Are you serious?" He glares at Mattheo, disbelief etched across his face. "She canât even brew a simple potion without asking for your help, and youâre practically useless in class if you canât sit next to her! You two have the most ridiculous relationship Iâve ever seen!"
Mattheo crosses his arms, frowning. Theo sighs again, rubbing his temples. "...Respectfully, of course."
"Talk rubbish about her again and I'll jinx you into a toad. I'm serious."
"Thatâs literally my point."
"That doesnât mean you get to be mean! Take it back!"
Theo bites back a retort, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "For someone whoâs so observant," he says slowly, "you know nothing."
"Whatâs that supposed to mean?" Mattheoâs eyes narrow, suddenly on the defensive.
"Well," Theo shrugs nonchalantly, "Iâve noticed that Comrac McLaggen has been showing a lot of interest in her lately. He might even confess soon, who knows? Maybe even today."
Mattheo stares at Theo, completely stunned by the revelation. His mind races as he processes his friendâs words; Theo can practically see the exact moment the realization dawns on him. Like a flash, Mattheo jumps to his feet.
"Theo, Iâve got to go! Good luck with the Quidditch match!"
"Gryffindor's not going to know what hit them."
But before he can finish, Mattheo is already out the door.
The key to your dorm unlocks itself, and right on time, Mattheo bursts through the door, slightly out of breath, his hair messier than usual from the wind.
"Whatâs thisâ?" You barely get the words out before Mattheo grabs your shoulders, his eyes wide as he searches yours for a moment before blurting out, "I like you."
You blink, taken aback by his sudden confession, but he doesnât give you time to respond before he continues.
"I was going back and forth with Theo, and honestly, he messed with my head a bit, but Iâve come to a decision, and I know I like you. So donât even think about dating Comrac, heâs a decent bloke and all, but heâs not right for you. And besides, if you dated him, you'd have to deal with his mates, and that sounds like a nightmare."
You knew who Comrac was, but you stay silent to let him continue speaking. Mattheo was always the more talkative one between the two of you (heâs also the one with the warmer smile, which is funny because his hands feel like ice against your sweater).
His hands move from your shoulders to your arms, and he swallows nervously. "Iâm usually not this anxious around you, y'know," he admits, words tumbling out in a rush, "normally I feel at ease talking to you, but right now I feel like Iâm going to pass out."
"Did you run here from the common room?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, Mattheo!" You soften instantly, placing your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he sighs in relief. You frown at his recklessness, "You know how much running through the castle exhausts you. Why didnât you just use the Floo network?"
"I just really wanted to see you." He pouts, opening his eyes to look at you with a vulnerability that makes your heart melt. "Like I said, Theo really messed with my head."
"Iâm going to jinx him."
"Please do."
"And Mattheo?"
"Hm?"
Itâs really sweet, actuallyâhow heâs forgotten about his whole reason for coming here. But you canât blame him too much; heâs just dashed through half the castle after battling his own nerves, and every hero deserves a reward for their courage. Especially Mattheo, who more than deserves a happy ending, and you couldnât be more thrilled to give one to him.
"I like you too, by the way. Theo may be a little meddlesome, but heâs got great intuition; I was actually about to head to your dorm to tell you."
He gasps. "But running exhausts you!"
You smile sheepishly. "I guess I just really wanted to see you."
His jaw drops for the tenth time that day, and he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his head into your neck, murmuring against your shoulder. "I love you, I love you, I loveâ"
"I love you too." You smile because you do love him. Heâs been your best friend since first year, your partner in crime through every adventure, the boy you admired before you even understood what admiration was. "Since youâre here, want to watch a movie? Iâve got that Muggle DVD player youâre always curious about."
"Absolutely!"
As he hums to himself, cutting up some Honeydukes sweets for your impromptu movie session.
#slytherin x reader#slytherin boys#theodore nott#fluff#drabble#mattheo x reader#mattheo riddle#mattheo x you#mattheoxreader#mattheo x y/n#mattheo fluff
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CW: use of R word
Tim who, as much as he doesnât want it to be true, is a poster boy for typical Neurodivergence. Heâs more logically thinking that emotionally and needs obvious signs of someoneâs emotional state that he can put together to understand how he should respond to help them.
But thatâs not what bothers him because that doesnât bother his parents.
Instead itâs his passion, though not in technology and detective work as they quickly found use for that in their business, but for bugs.
Ever since he was a kid Tim has been enamoured by insects and arachnids and even fungi. He would only read books that talked about bugs or had one on the cover, but since it helped him learn to read at a steady pace his parents didnât mind.
At least, not at first.
When Tim got into coding just so he could make his own little web-journal for all his bug finds, they were happy he was learning how to organise and structure at just six years old, but when he only did those things regarding bugsâŠ
Tim had his first panic attack when he watched his father pick up his terrarium filled with Diapheromera Femorata (Stick bugs) and chucked it into the bin. The glass shattered as the corner his something hard and he was forced to watch his bugs struggle to navigate the glass and rubbish, most of them injured.
His mother had gagged when she saw them and demanded the whole bin be burnt with the bugs still inside.
Tim had been so heart broken, but mostly confused. His parents traveled the world to dig up dirt and old items that were mostly the same yet they didnât like bugs?
When he asked one his Nannyâs she gave him an answer that he would never forget, âWell, you see⊠only those people like bugs, yâknow? The⊠special ones, like re-â
Tim never even let himself think of the last word she spoke and from then only forced himself to only focus on his computer work. He still loved photography but now he took photos of skylines and trees, not the beautiful beehive a few yards behind his house or the spider webs that sat between branches like art works. He took photos of Batman and Robin and for a long time that was enough to make his longing bearable.
If he still followed several pages and articles about bugs either a secret email account, that didnât matter.
His parents were happy with him even if they still made remarks about his âstupid little fixationâ.
Itâs when they are going over the paper work for Bruce to be Timâs legal guardian while they werenât home with Timâs older brothers hanging around as moral support (bodyguards) that his parents mock him.
Janet is signing some paper with a stupidly expensive pen and chatting to no one in particular when she says, âYouâre all lucky we killed this nasty little bugs of his so you donât have to deal with them.â
Everyone else in the room freezes, beside Jack who huffs a laugh and adds, âGood thing we did, heâd probably be more of a retard otherwise- talking about âhabitatsâ and bloody spiders.â
All of the members of the Wayne family are dead quiet as Tim sits there with a clear look of disassociation coming into his eyes. Alfred has a calm look on his face that tells all who know him that heâs furious and Bruce is strikingly similar.
Jason looks ready to attack and Dick isnât even moving to stop his brother or calm anyone down.
Damian is holding onto Titusâs collar like a lifeline but seems to give the hound some kind of silent order as the usually calm dog begins to growl low and dangerous.
Jack and Janet tense and stare at both dog and master, Jack ordering him to control his dog.
Bruce stands, letting Titus growl and taking the half signed papers and throwing them in the bin, âI changed my mind, I will be taking you to court for full custody of my son. Leave my house now so I may obtain a restraining order.â
Janet genuinely flounders for a moment and begins to shout about outrage and audacity but when Dick sees that Tim is starting to cry he stands up and reminds them that he is a cop before moving to pick up his second youngest brother and leaving the room.
Tim doesnât hear much else, only muffled shouting and the sound of a door slamming.
He distantly realises heâs in the family room, not the one they use to have guest but the real one with beanbags and a snack draw, and is being cradled by his brothers. Even Damian is beside him, holding onto his hand tightly as they wait for Bruce and Alfred.
Tim sobs into Dicks chest for Alamos a whole hour before settling more, Bruce coming into the room and Jason and Dick reluctantly hand him over to he can be held by their father.
âTim, chum, itâs alright. Weâve got you.â
The boy in question shakes his head, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I wonât talk about the bugs I promise-â
Bruce squeezes him tighter and kisses his head, âI donât want that. What I want is to hear about your bugs.â
Stunned, Tim looks up at him with confusion and barely gets his mouth to move enough to ask what he means.
Dick coos from beside him on the next couch and runs a hand through his hair lovingly, âMy sweet baby brother we love you, and you love bugs! So of course we want to hear about it. Iâm so sorry we didnât know how they had been treating you but it was wrong. Thereâs nothing wrong with you, I swear it.â
Tim sniffled, nodding absentmindedly. They gave him a moment for their words to sink in before Damian spoke up, âTimothy, I demand you tell me about your bugs.â
Jason makes a noise and elbows Damian as if to tell him to shut up, probably thinking the other was being rude, but Tim knows his brother well and just smiles. âI can do that, Dami. I⊠I donât think youâll be very interested though.â
Damian scoffs, âI will ignore that statement as it implies I would waste my time with something I donât care for.â
Bruce smiles at his youngest and holds Timâs hand, âI agree. Could you maybe tell us about why you like them? Or your favourites?â
It takes him a moment to respond, but when he looks at all their open expressions and gets an encouraging nod from Alfred, he stutters out a response before gradually gaining confidence as they ask genuine questions to his facts and descriptions.
They each make an effort to ask him about bugs, Jason asking a few times if he wants to check out some books that he knows use bugs as symbolismâs and Dick asking if he can tell him the difference between insects and arachnids several times. Damian and Bruce are both a bit more subtle with their support at first, but after a month Tim enters his room to find a giant terrarium with several different sections so he can have multiple bugs that might not get along with each other.
Bruce and Alfred donât even make any comments or give disapproving looks when Dick and Jason reveal they each got a tattoo of the bug that Tim said he associates with them.
#batfam#tim drake#bat family#dc comics#batfamily#dc universe#tim drake is red robin#dc#tim drake is a menace#damian wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne#autistic tim drake#bugs
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imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.
one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.
a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."
"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.
#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader angst#THIS IS ANGSTY OH MY GOD. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D WRITE ANGST#marauders x reader#marauders angst#marauders x reader angst#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x y/n#older remus lupin x reader#⥠mine / writing#⥠remus#remus lupin angst#hp x reader#harry potter x reader#hp x reader angst#harry potter x reader angst#remus lupin fic#this is kind of a quote from doctor who btw <3 why not combine two british staples that i adore
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JEALOUSY, RESOLVED â REMUS LUPIN!
remus proves his devotion to your relationship, and his friends do too.
remus lupin x fem!reader | flangst | 1.3k | masterlist.
part one. | part two.
a/n â who doesnât love a happy ending?
The next morning is tense.
You wake up with swollen eyes, a heaviness lingering in your chest, and a dread that settles deep in your stomach. Remus had held you for what felt like hours, whispering apologies and promises that everything would be okay, but now, in the stark morning light, you're not so sure.
You avoid him for the first half of the day. Itâs cowardly, you know, but you donât have the strength to face him yetâor worse, to face them. The Marauders, the trio that seems to fill Remusâs life with laughter and light, the friends youâd always felt overshadowed by.
What would they think of you now? Youâre sure Remus has told them everything.
After lunch, however, you canât avoid it any longer. As youâre leaving the Great Hall, you spot Remus waiting just outside the entrance, leaning against the wall with an expression thatâs somewhere between determined and nervous. You hesitate, but he sees you before you can make your escape, and his eyes soften.
âHey,â he says gently, stepping forward. âCan we talk? Please?â
Thereâs no escape this time, so you nod and follow him out onto the grounds, walking silently side by side until youâre far enough from prying eyes.
You expect him to start with another apology, but instead, he stops and looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise.
âCan you meet us tonight?â he asks, his voice firm but kind. âIn the common room. After dinner.â
âWhy?â Your tone is wary, guarded.
âBecause I want to make this right,â he says, his eyes searching yours. âI talked to the others. They want to talk to you, too.â
You open your mouth to argue, to say that youâre not ready, that you donât need their pity or their explanations, but thereâs something in Remusâs expressionâsome mix of resolve and hopeâthat makes you swallow your protests.
âOkay,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiles, relief washing over his features, and itâs almost enough to make you believe that maybe, just maybe, things can be different.
â
That evening, you feel like youâre walking to your own execution as you make your way to the Gryffindor common room.
The Marauders are waiting for you, clustered together on the couches near the fire. They stop talking when you arrive, and the sudden silence is almost unbearable.
You sit down hesitantly, the cushion feeling too soft, too warm beneath you. Remus gives you an encouraging nod, and you take a steadying breath, trying to muster what little courage you have.
Itâs James who speaks first, his voice unusually gentle. âLook, we know weâve been... well, maybe a bit clueless,â he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. âRemus told us how youâve been feeling, and weâre really sorry. We didnât realise you felt... left out.â
âOr that we were making you feel that way,â Sirius adds, and his voice is softer than youâve ever heard it. Heâs not wearing his usual roguish grin; instead, he looks almost vulnerable. âWe never meant to make you feel like you werenât welcome.â
You donât know what to say, so you just look down at your hands, twisting them in your lap. Itâs Remusâs hand that comes to rest gently over yours, grounding you.
âYouâre not just Remusâs partner,â James says, leaning forward, his voice sincere. âYouâre one of us, if you want to be. We just... I think we didnât know how to include you without making it weird.â
âWeâre kind of rubbish at being subtle,â Sirius admits, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âWeâre used to it just being the four of us. But that doesnât mean thereâs no room for you. We want there to be.â
Thereâs a silence, and you realise theyâre all waiting for you to say something. You take a shaky breath. âI just... donât want to get in the way,â you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. âI donât want to be a burden.â
âA burden?â James says, his eyebrows shooting up. âAre you kidding? Youâre brilliant! Remus is always talking about how smart you are, how funnyâhow youâre the only one who can keep up with him in a debate about some obscure magical creature.â
âAnd youâre bloody good at Potions,â Peter adds with a grin, his eyes bright with something like admiration. âBetter than any of us, anyway. Remember that time you saved me from failing that essay on Veritaserum?â
The compliments catch you off guard, and you feel a warmth spreading through your chest, an unfamiliar lightness. You glance at Remus, whoâs watching you with a hopeful smile, and something in you begins to ease.
âWe didnât mean to push you away,â James says earnestly. âWe want you to be part of thisâof us. If you want that, too.â
You hesitate, feeling the weight of the decision. But then you think of all those moments you spent on the edges, wishing you could be part of the laughter, part of the friendship that Remus shared so easily with them. Maybe itâs not too late to be part of it, too.
âOkay,â you say softly, and itâs like a dam breaking. The tension in the room dissolves, replaced by a flood of relief and warmth.
Sirius whoops and claps you on the back, nearly knocking you off the couch. âBrilliant! I knew youâd come around.â
âWelcome to the gang,â James says with a wide grin, extending his hand. You take it, and he pulls you into a quick, awkward hug that makes you laugh in spite of yourself.
âWe gotta get you a nickname-!â Peter jumps ahead of himself in his enthusiasm, and Sirius falls straight into planning it with him.
Remusâs arm wraps around your shoulders, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple. âThank you,â he whispers, and you know he means it for more than just showing up.
â
From then on, things are different.
At first, itâs a bit awkwardâthe boys seem overly careful not to exclude you, going out of their way to make sure youâre involved in every conversation and inside joke.
But slowly, it becomes more natural. You find yourself laughing with them, teasing Sirius about his hair routine or rolling your eyes when James brags about his Quidditch moves.
They start inviting you to their adventuresâsneaking down to the kitchens at midnight for snacks, or helping with the latest prank theyâre planning on the Slytherins.
You even start contributing your own ideas, and when one of your plans works better than expected, Sirius gives you an impressed nod, muttering something about a âbloody genius.â
Itâs not perfect, and sometimes you still feel a pang of jealousy when Remus slips easily into an old memory with them, but itâs not the same sharp, unbearable ache it used to be. Because now, when he turns to share a smile, youâre there beside him, part of the circle, part of the jokes.
Itâs one evening, weeks later, where youâre all crammed together on the couchâSirius snoring softly on one end while James dozes against the otherâthat it kind of properly sinks in.
Remusâs head is resting on your shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your wrist, and you feel... content.
For the first time, you donât feel like an outsider looking in. Youâre one of them now. A part of the Marauders, in all their messy, chaotic glory.
#marauders#marauders fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin angst#remus lupin fluff
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hi mae! iâve recently become obsessed with herbal teas and i noticed you have mentioned chamomile and jasmine tea in your fics lol. i am wondering if you would be interested in writing a remus or poly!marauders fic with an american reader who loves herbal teas and they kinda tease her about it (in a loving way of course)? i love your fics and i hope you have a lovely day whenever you read this <3
I love herbal teas! I fully support this obsession honey. Thank you for requesting!
cw: british slander, i love y'all but i'm besmirching your brand <3 (based largely on my own experiences lol, so perhaps not fully accurate)
Remus Lupin x american!reader ⥠614 words
âThis is so disappointing,â you sigh at the sight of Remusâ cabinet.Â
âWhat?â he asks from the couch.Â
âYou told me you had tea.âÂ
âI do have tea.âÂ
âNo, you only have this.â You take the box of Yorkshire Tea out of the cabinet, brandishing it where Remus can see. âThis shit is nasty. Rubbish, as your folk say.âÂ
âOh,â he laughs, âso you sail all the way across the ocean, take our teas with you, denounce our government, and then come back here to criticize, is that it?âÂ
You look at him darkly. âThis is what the Boston tea party was really about. I get it now.âÂ
Remus beckons you toward the couch. You go, abandoning the boiling kettle since apparently thereâs no point in searching the kitchen for anything good to drink. Itâs only once you sit down on the couch and he takes your hand into his lap that you realize your mistake.Â
Remus has a mollifying effect on you. Itâs tragic, really. All it takes is a look, a shift in his tone, a small touch like this, and youâre pliant and boneless for him.Â
âWhat sort of teas do you prefer?â he asks you softly, tracing the lines of your palm.
âI usually keep a variety,â you tell him, matching his tone. âLike cinnamon, or passionflower, or rooibosâŠhave you heard of any of those?âÂ
Remus smiles, slow and sweet. âI have. Would you like whipped cream and sprinkles on those as well?âÂ
You laugh, rolling your eyes. You try to take your hand back, but Remus holds fast (you donât make it hard for him), grinning at you.Â
âThat is so not fair. Just because yâall like your tea blandââ
âSay that one more time for me? Who all?âÂ
ââdoesnât mean my tastes are somehow unrefined.â You fix him with a hard stare, though your smile is untamable. âYouâre being posh.â
Remus looks amused. âNever been accused of that one before,â he says.Â
âHave you ever tried jasmine tea with a little bit of sweet creamer in it?â You raise your eyebrows at him. âRemus, youâre really missing out.âÂ
âAlright.â He stands, taking your hand with him and giving it a tug when you donât follow. âCâmon, up.âÂ
âWhere are we going?â
âTo make you a cuppa.âÂ
You giggle. âI canât take you seriously when you call it that.âÂ
âOnce you stop saying dude, we can talk about my diction.âÂ
âSo mean,â you tsk, letting him pull you over in front of the kitchen counter. He pours the hot water from the kettle into a mug, placing a tea bag in it.Â
âWeâll get this drinkable for you, love, donât worry,â Remus murmurs, waiting until the tea is a deep brown before going to the fridge. He pours in heaps of milk and sugar, stirring with a look of mild distaste in his expression. âAlright, try.âÂ
You take the mug off the counter warily, blowing on it before putting it to your lips.Â
You hum, and Remus lifts an eyebrow.Â
âItâsâŠbetter.âÂ
âIâve done my best,â he chuckles, taking it from you. âIâve thrown all my principles and better sense out the window, and itâs still not up to your standards, hm?âÂ
âNo, itâs not bad.â You steal the mug back, taking another sip and smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth experimentally. âItâll do.âÂ
Remus gives you an indulgent look. âIâm sure we can find you some jasmine tea if thatâs what you want,â he offers.Â
You shrug. âI was just at the grocery store, and I didnât see any.âÂ
He tilts his head skyward, blowing out a long-suffering breath. âI think you mean the grocery, sweetheart.â
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Winter Soup // Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader
Summary:Â There was no better feeling than a bowl of hot soup when you're feeling unwell and, what's even better is when it's delivered to your door every day by your new guard. It tasted amazing and you could always trust everyone in the Mafia... right?
Requested by: @senjoritananaââ thank you so much, I hope you enjoy all the angst!
A/N:Â PSA I don't know the specifics of how poisons work and didn't want to risk it on my google history lmao so please ignore any inaccuracies. Please read the tags if you're affected by near death experiences, please proceed with caution and if I've missed any tags/warnings, please let me know!
Warnings/Tags: 18+ readers only, hints of smut, angst (LOTS BUCKLE UP), fluff, polyamory relationship, poisoning, blood and injury, anxiety, crying, begging, near death expierences, reader is injured, pain, emotional hurt/comfort, hospitalization, protective Steve Bucky and Sam, everyone needs a hug tbh
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The warmer months were slowly starting to shift into winter and for some reason this year, the weather change was beginning to affect your health. Youâd heard of the phrase âseasonal depressionâ but you were convinced that it was due to the cooler weather that was making you feel this rubbish.
It had been happening for a week now, and some days youâd feel fine, normal in fact but then others your chest felt so tight as if an elephant was sitting on top of you, nausea, vertigo and heart palpations that would have you clutching your chest with fear you might explode. With each passing day, you would be praying for the summer months to return, especially as the snow and ice increased with intensity outside of your home.
You were fine for the most part, good days and bad; yes you might be getting worse with each passing day but you were adamant that the seasonal illness would pass. However, the frosty weather was also a minor blessing because it was your excuse to stay home and be a pretty housewife for Steve and Bucky. Being able to stay home made it easier to keep the illness to yourself as well, it was a busy time within the Rogers mafia and you didnât need them wasting their time fretting over your wellness when they had a lot of other things to do. They had many international deals that were so close to being signed for and contracted that every waking hour was spent at the office, on phone calls, and emails, trying to talk to locals across the world to attend meetings on their behalf so the boys were thoroughly busy.
There were a few occasions youâd attended with them to the office if you were feeling particularly needy or lonely but it unnerved you to drive on the snow and ice so when you suggested that you might stay at home, Steve and Bucky offered no complaints.
At home at least you were able to mop about, trying to perk yourself up with movies, pyjamas and your favourite bowl of warm soup. Over the last few months, youâd been trying to improve your cooking skills, especially to impress Steve who usually cooked for three of you. This became more interesting as the colder months drew in over Brooklyn as this meant you could cook more homely, hearty foods such as soups and stews, especially as you had recipe suggestions from the newly hired grounds guard Rafael.
Heâd been recommended by a friend of a friend for Steve to hire which was perfect timing because the last grounds guard had retired. There were a few occasions when he was the guard to bring the post to the front door from the front gate and you soon found he was enthusiastic and easy to talk to, even though he was a little bit older, which was how you found out he had previously been a chef and offered to give you recipe ideas. As winter drew in, Rafael began turning up when he knew you were by yourself to deliver some of his mommaâs family recipe soups, hoping that the meal would perk you up which it did, they tasted so delicious that you were secretly hoping he would keep bringing them to you, especially as you continued to feel unwell.
âWhat is it today?â, you asked voice full of hope and trying to sound as upbeat as possible. Even though you were desperately holding onto the door handle as your head was spinning and scared youâd fall over.
âPotato and leek soup and theyâre all grown in my back yard so hopefully youâll love it even more than usualâ, Rafael smiled as he handed over the container, his smile broad and causing the aged creases at the corner of his eyes to deepen.
Gleefully you accepted the soup, opening the lid slightly to smell the delicious meal, your stomach grumbling with hunger. Your appetite had reduced significantly over the last few days due to always feeling nauseous however it seemed the only thing that you could stomach was his delicious meals and therefore his arrival was always welcomed.
âThank you so much! Please will you let me pay you this time? Youâre being way too kind to me, always giving me free meals, youâre going above and beyond a usual guardâ, you pleaded whilst also having to return holding onto the door handle as it felt like the ground was moving with your dizziness.
Rafael held up his hands and shook his head, taking a step back, âAbsolutely not! Just wanted to give you something to make you feel better and make the fairies go awayâ.
The guard halted, a look of embarrassment passing out his features as he realised what he just said, especially as you asked, âFairies?â
He awkwardly looked down at his shoes, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to explain, âYeah itâs just something my momma use to say. If we were feeling unwell, itâs because the fairies had crept into our stomachs and were being naughty and making us ill and now Iâve said it out loud to another person Iâve realised how insane that sounds so Iâm going to stop talkingâ.
You squeezed your lips together to try and contain your laughter but that lasted a moment before you were both laughing which only turned into you losing your balance against the door and swaying to keep yourself upright. The laughter died in Rafaelâs eyes as he reached out to you, âWoah, you ok, Maâam?â
Quickly brushing him off, you took a step back into your home, trying to ask nonchalantly about the situation, âYeah sorry, probably just the fairies pushing me overâ. Your joke didnât seem to comfort him in any way as he continued to look uneased by your appearance.
Thankfully Rafael didnât push the situation any further, seeing that you wanted to escape back into the comfort of your home, he took his step back with a simple smile. âGet back inside before you catch another cold from this snow. Eat the soup whilst itâs still warm and Iâll be back tomorrow to hear the verdict on the taste.â
âThank you Rafael! Enjoy the rest of your day!â. You waved him off and rushed to slam the door, sliding down to the floor against the wood, losing all energy that youâd built that morning just for that one conversation. Ok yes, you were feeling sorry for yourself as you tried to catch your breath, heart pounding violently in your chest that it also echoed in your ears and your vision was still seeing double of everything.
However your stomach continued to gurgle with hunger so without wasting any more energy, you opened the lid and ate the entire contents then and there. Releasing a satisfied sigh at the delicious meal, you took another couple of minutes to gather your senses before dragging yourself over to the living room, collapsing onto your back on the couch and letting sleep take you into a dreamless realm.
A violent shake of your shoulders by a hard grip on your shoulder was what startled you awake as Samâs voice then surrounded you as he shouted, âHey! Wake up!â.
âI think this is the first time Iâve ever been close to hating you Sam Wilsonâ, you croaked before coughs shattered your chest, rocking your body as you tried to sit up and suck in any air between the painful coughs. Finally, you calmed down enough to collapse back against the decorative cushions of the couch and open your eyes to look at the three Samâs that hovered over you. After a couple more blinks, they merged into one, very distressed-looking bodyguard, eyebrows knitted together and jaw muscle clenched harshly.
Sam reached towards your face, pressing against your cheek in concern, âWhy didnât you tell me you were ill?â
âWhat? Iâm not ill, Iâm just tired, canât a girl nap around here?â you questioned with a raised eyebrow, trying to look as relaxed as possible.Â
The man didnât look convinced as he sat on the edge of the couch next to you. Releasing a heavy sigh which only twinged something in your chest that made you want to cough but you refrained from doing so as you emphasised, âSam seriously, Iâm fineâ.
Sam gave you another serious glance, eyes hardening as he explained, âYou didnât sound fine, you were wheezing so hard in your sleep I thought you were going to stop breathingâ.
There was no denying the panic that filled your heart and would explain the tightened feeling in your chest but you tried to not let the fear show on your face as you rolled your eyes, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.
âI appreciate your concern Sam, but I feel ok, Iâm just tired, I was probably just sleeping in a weird position and look, no wheeze now!â Taking a deep breath to show there was no more noise coming from your chest, however, it didnât seem to comfort him in any way.
âYeah well youâre still looking peaky and why are you so tired all the time recently, youâre never usually like thisâ.
âItâs probably just the cold weather or something. If I start to feel unwell, you know Iâd tell you. Iâm a big baby when Iâm ill, youâll be the first to knowâ. Sam looked to be contemplating believing you and all you were silently begging for was that he didnât call Steve and Bucky, they just didnât need this stress right now. Even though it was in his contract to call them at any sign of injury or illness but as Sam looked at you, other than looking tired, you seemed to be fine and still joking with him. Finally, he gave you a simple nod and you couldn't hold back the thankful sigh. âDo you mind if I go back to sleep for a little while longer or do you need me for anything?â
âYouâve been sleeping a lot recentlyâ, he stated his earlier point again.
âWhat, so Iâm not allowed to nap now?â you teased him with a subtle smile, hoping to crack his worried exterior. It only half worked as he shook his head to himself, standing up and pulling the fluffy blanket that had been left behind you on the couch and throwing it over your body. Before you could even thank him though, sleep had stolen you back into its resting state.Â
Sleeping for a few more hours, Sam was nowhere to be seen but he usually liked to check the perimeter ever so often and speak to the other guards so you werenât worried about his whereabouts. As you shuffled to the kitchen, you couldnât tell if you felt any worse or better after all the sleeping, havenât wasted another day feeling sorry for yourself, you tried to snap out of it by glancing through the refrigerator and cupboards and deciding to ssurpriseSteve and Bucky with a romantic meal.
The house was soon filled with delicious scents of sweet and savoury as youâd baked and were in the process of cooking their dinner. You were in your own little world and had only stumbled a handful of times with dizziness and the headache that was building was currently mild in comparison to others you had, it was fine you determined to yourself
Still lost in your own thoughts, you hadnât even heard the front door open as you were suddenly enveloped by a muscular chest and arms, a smile aching your cheeks as you nuzzled back into Steveâs body. His lips danced over your cheek and down your neck as he held you close, the roughness of his beard comforting. âI didnât hear you come inâ, you commented, turning your head slightly to chase after his lips, sighing deeply in your chest as he held you tighter for a second, hands dipping beneath your shirt at your waist so that he could feel the warmth of your skin.
âI did shoutâ, he revealed whilst moving back to neck, not to kiss but just to smell you in, his body almost melting into the floor as he felt at home with the familiar scents. âIâve missed youâ, he whispered against your skin.
Goosebumps instantly flooded over your body as you shivered, turning in his arms to hug him properly, your fingers scratching through his hair that was beginning to curl at the ends where heâd allowed it to grow out over the winter months. âIâve missed you tooâ, you whispered against his lips, lazily kissing and breathing each other in.
âCome with us tomorrow, I want you to be near meâ, he admits with words that were making you cling to him harder.
You wanted to say yes and the word was on the tip of your tongue but then your thoughts drifted to the soup coming. âIâve got a delivery coming that I canât miss, Iâm sorryâ.
âThe guards can get the deliveryâ, he counters.
âItâs fresh soup I want it whilst itâs hotâ, an embarrassed smile finds its way to your lips as he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he just enjoyed the moment of the two of you being together.
âSoup? But we could order that to the office if you wanted it, you know thatâs no issueâ.Â
You pout dramatically, hanging off his neck as you whisper with a childish tone, âBut it wonât be the soup that Iâve ordered and wantâ.
Steve rolls his eyes but you know he's being playful, he could never find a reason to be upset with you. Rolling back his shoulders, he stands back to his full height, opening his eyes to cup your cheek with his massive hand but this was when he took you in and a frown dawned on his face just like it had on Samâs. âAre you feeling ok?â The hand on your cheek moved towards your forehead, expecting to feel a temperature but it felt normal.
âI feel greatâ, you say with as much cheer in your tone as possible, still holding onto his neck but mostly because another wave of dizziness had rushed through you and you needed some support to stay standing.
Steve didnât seem convinced, âYou just ⊠look a little offâ.
You playfully rolled your eyes, similar to how he had just done, âWow thanks Steveâ.
âYou know I didnât mean it like thatâ.
âI know, Iâm joking, Iâm fine - really, it's nothing to worry aboutâ. He eyes you and doesnât fall for your grin so you tried your next trick up your sleeve. Leaning on your tip toes whilst pulling his face closer, you whispered against his lips, âI love you, Stevieâ.
The tension momentarily eased from his shoulders as his grip around you tightened, âI love you tooâ.
âSorry to interrupt your love fest but I want my own lovingâ, Bucky broadly announced from the entrance of the kitchen where he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a twinkle of mischief in his blue eyes however as you pulled back from Steve and he could finally see your face, the happiness seeped from his face. âWoah, what happened? Are you ok?â
You gave a frustrated huff, finally releasing Steveâs neck as you pointed in the direction of the decorated table. âRight, both of you go and sit down before I decide you donât deserve any food for being meanâ.
Steve shuffled away first as you continued to cook the food, Bucky looking ashamed as he came over and kissed your cheek but before he could pull away, you quickly captured his lips in a kiss to show youâd been playing before and werenât upset.
âWhy are there only two plates on the table?â Steve questioned as he took a seat.
Without looking over your shoulder at him, you casually answered, âIâve already had mine, I wasnât sure when you were both going to be home and I didnât want to waitâ. They both seemed to accept your lie and you happily sat with them as they ate, asking about how the deals were going. They both seemed to be agreed that they were sure to have contracts signed tomorrow and had even been able to pay off some of the international police so that shipping of the goods could occur. In truth, after the soup, you were not feeling at all remotely hungry and even the smell of the cooked food had turned your stomach over.
A couple of hours later, the three of you were preparing for bed. Steve is in the middle and you are to his right and Bucky is to his left. You and the mafia boss had been kissing deeply for a couple of minutes, his hands beneath your shirt, brushing against your breasts, rough fingertips peaking your nipples as you ground down on his thigh. You were soaked and he could feel the evidence of it as you werenât wearing any underwear but the longer the touches and kisses went on for, the more you were feeling unwell.
As his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and he began to trail open-mouthed kisses over your jaw and down your throat, you noticed Bucky was doing the same thing but to Steveâs neck from behind. However, there were two Buckyâs instead of one as your vision swayed and it felt as if you were on a water bed with how unsteady you felt. The headache was close to a full-blown migraine as well now which only continued to make you feel nauseous so even though there was nothing more you wanted than to continue where this intimacy was leading but, for once, you had to stop it.
âWait, just- just one momentâ, you pushed against Steve's shoulders at the same time. The blonde's hold on you loosened as he moved his face back to look into your eyes but youâd closed them, trying to hide your face from him and Bucky who had also sat up further to check on you. âI just- sorry Iâm tired and I⊠Iâm not sure- sorry.. I donât think-â.
Steveâs fingers tipped your chin up to look at him as he smiled softly down at you, âIf you donât want to do anything, we donât have to. If youâre tired then Iâll just hold you close, ok? Please donât apologise for not wanting any of thisâ.
You relaxed in his arms, feeling grateful for him but also bad that you could feel how aroused he was against your stomach. âThank you. Iâm just feeling so tired today. Please donât let me stop you both, continue without me, I just want to go to sleepâ.
âYou donât have to give us reasons why you donât want to do it, baby, weâll do whatever you want to do. Me and Buck donât have to fuck if you want to be held, I donât want you thinking weâre neglecting youâ.
Affection and love warmed your heart as you kissed Steveâs lips and then reached over his shoulder to kiss Bucky. âI love you both but seriously please continue, I like watching you both anyway so thatâll satisfy me enough if Iâm not asleep by that point anywayâ.
They both gave their love back to you with praises and pecks to your face before rolling away from you and beginning their exploration of each other's bodies. You watched with a smile on your face for a couple of moments and your core ached with need but as a burst of pain pounded through your temple, your eyes shut automatically to help ease the pain and from there, they never opened again as sleep took you soon after.
The next morning, your migraine had gone but your entire body felt weak and drained of any energy. Steve and Bucky took one look at you and determined that theyâd be working from home, wishing to remain near you but they still needed the comfort of their home office upstairs whereas you remained downstairs, pretending to watch TV.
Somehow, you had continued to hide your seasonal illness, they just thought you still looked peaky. Today was the worst youâd felt so far, even having to use the wall as support whilst walking around the home, silently coughing into cushions so that the boys wouldnât hear upstairs and this only increased the sharp pain shooting through your chest.
At lunchtime, Sam came over to visit and found you at the table in the kitchen, head lying against the table top as you dipped in and out of sleep. You were too tired to even pretend to joke and thankfully for once he didnât pester you with being unwell, especially knowing Steve and Bucky were home, he assumed they had seen how bad you were so he just sat next to you at the table, easing his hand under your head so you had some comfort against the hard surface.
Soon after, Rafael knocked on the front door with your soup delivery. Usually h,e would stay at the door, never coming into your home but Sam insisted that he come out of the cold and deliver the soup to you in person.
âYay!â you croaked, reaching out for the warm container, seeing the soup within and seeing that it was a deep red colour today, possibly tomato.
âI didnât know you cooked, Rafaelâ, Sam noted, taking his seat next to yours once more as the new guard stayed standing at the head of the table. Other than Natasha, Sam was the lead of the security and guards and technically Rafaelâs boss.
âOh yeah, he used to be a chefâ, you explained to Sam, whilst opening the lid of the container, smelling the delicious food and confirming your theory that it was tomato soup.
âChef? I didnât know you worked as a chefâ, Sam remarked with a frown, eyeing Rafael with confusion as heâd been the one to complete the job interview and didnât remember seeing chef on his CV.
Rafael casually shrugged his shoulders, looking somewhat tense at the questioning but still forced a smile to his face to please his boss. âI didnât think it was relevant to the job, to be honestâ.
âWeâll have to get you on the bbq when the weather perks up, maybe thatâll stop the arguments between Steve and Buckyâ, Sam mused over the thought.
You tried to chuckle but the exhaustion had you slumping against the table as you mumbled, âI feel like shitâ.
Sam tensed next to you, âMaybe we should call a doctor. You know, Iâm surprised Steve and Bucky arenât down here right now looking after you, do they even know how bad youâre feeling today?â
âWait, theyâre both here?â Rafael asked Sam but he ignored him, his focus solely on you.
Once again youâre too tired to think of an answer and shrug your shoulders, turning your head to look up at Rafael, âI think the fairies like me too muchâ.
âFairies?â, Sam questions thinking that youâd become delirious.
You smile genuinely to Sam, reaching to tap his shoulder, âInside joke Sam, keep upâ.
There was no further discussion of fairies as more hacking coughs ripped through you. It took a couple of moments and Sam rushed to get you a glass of water before you slumped back against the table in exhaustion.
âWhy donât you have the soup and then see how youâre feeling later? Maybe the rest is all you needâ, Rafael suggested, filling the silence with his voice.
You couldnât see it but Sam gave his employee a scathing look, âRest is all sheâs been doing. Iâm calling the doc and then Iâm going upstairs to tell Steve and Buckyâ.
âArenât they busy?â Rafael continued to question Sam. âIâve heard theyâve got that deal coming up from Italy and France, they might appreciate it if you wait a little bit before calling Doctorsâ.
Samâs voice was quiet and stern but you were too tired to notice. âThatâs not common knowledge, how do you know that?â.
Massaging your temples with the pounding thuds that hadnât stopped since your coughing fit, you decided that Rafael was right, usually sleep made you feel better. Reaching for the soup one more, you opened the container as you addressed your bodyguard, âheâs right Sam. I just need today for all the work stuff to be over and then Iâll call the doctor. The boys donât need any distractions, especially today, one more day isnât going to kill meâ.
Sam didnât look happy as you began to idly sip on the thick, delicious soup. As you thanked Rafael for the meal, Sam finally looked back to him, his frown deep and unmoving as he asked, âDonât you have work to do?â
Rafaelâs spine straightened, âOh yeah, right. Sorry, sirâ and with that, he left to return to work.
âYou donât have to be so bossy you know, heâs just trying to helpâ, you tried to reason with Sam.
However, your friend ignored you and moved to hold your hand to pull your attention away from the meal and towards him. âIâm giving you until the evening, wait no- if you get any worse before the evening, I am calling the Doc, no arguments, understand?â
âYes sirâ, you say with a little salute.
Finishing your soup, your boyfriends finally came downstairs and you attempted to straighten your posture and plaster a fake smile on your face. Bucky paused in the entryway, sniffing the air and asking, âWhatâs that smell, I know it's from somewhere but canât put my finger on itâ.
âIs it my soup?â you say, trying to stand up and act like the floor was spinning beneath you.
âNo, itâs not thatâ, he pondered, still looking around and trying to smell whatever he recognised but couldnât pick it up again. Steve and Bucky both walked past you, kissing the back of your head as you casually explained that you were going to lie down for a little bit. âWait, let me come with you-â, Bucky started but you held out your hand to stop him.
âYouâve got a busy time at work and Iâve got Sammy boy here anyway so you two continue with your work and weâll have a nice evening in, Ok?â
âYes Maâamâ, he mutters before continuing to make his lunch. It wasnât often that he listened to your instructions but both men were so busy and overwhelmed with work and the consequences that could come from it all that they were all over the place.
The next hour passed by slowly and you didnât manage to sleep even for a moment because your symptoms were making you feel so awful. You were wheezing so bad that each breath felt like you were suffocating, your eyes began to roll with how much the room was spinning and a violent tremble rocked through your entire body, you didnât feel right, something was wrong and it was beginning to scare you.
âSam?â your voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper but he still was able to hear you from where he had been on the phone with the doctor from across the room, having noticed your deterioration in health. He was kneeling by your side in a couple of broad steps, the phone balancing between his cheek and shoulder as he rested a hand on your temple, feeling your spiked temperature. âI donât feel goodâ, you admitted, voice full of terror before more coughs ruptured through your chest, leaving you struggling to breathe.
âSteve! Bucky get down here right now!â
âNo⊠no, I just need to sleepâ, the fear had disappeared from your voice as you wished for the exhaustion to take you completely, hoping that in sleep you wouldn't feel the pain destroying your insides.
âHey! No! Donât go t sleep, need you to stay awake for me, Doctor Banner is on his way but you canât go to sleepâ, Sam urgently tapped your face, rousing you from the sleep as Bucky had all but jumped down the entire flight of stairs at the shouting.
âWhatâs going on- What the fuck? Doll?â he replaced where Sam was so that he could continue to explain to the doctor what was happening.
âIâm just not feeling ok, itâs fine Bucky go back to workâ, you were somewhat delirious, still not really opening your eyes but leaning into the coldness from Buckyâs hand as he cupped your face. Bucky looked to Sam for answers, his eyes bright and alert with fury and worry.
When Sam shrugged his shoulders, not having any answer as to why you were suddenly so unwell, Bucky quickly turned back to you and assessed your deteriorating health and noticed just how laboured your breathing had become. As he spoke, it was with surprising gentleness but still held authority, âI need you to take a deep breath for me, honey, I want you to try and fill your lungs with airâ.
âIâm trying, itâs just seasonal illness, itâll be okâ.
âWhat are you talking about?â Bucky asks, not letting go of your face but just moving in closer.
âItâs just seasonalâ, your words began to slur as you became incoherent.
Steve finally descended the stairs with just as much purpose as Bucky as he demanded to know what was going on but Bucky couldnât answer him as he continued to talk to you and keep you awake. âItâs not seasonal, youâre not breathing properly, itâs not-â. Bucky was leaning so close that he was able to smell your breath and he froze, it looked like he now wasnât even breathing.
âWhat is it Bucky?â Steve demanded, kneeling next to him and reaching over to take your hand but also feel your pulse, which only made his own increase with worry.
Bucky leans closer and smells your mouth again, so close that you tried to move away as his nose nudged your lips. âWhat did you eat?â Bucky asked in a tone that forced your eyes to open with concern.
âHuh? Um just my soupâ, you say whilst blinking quickly as he still wouldnât come into focus.
âSoup? Where is it? Whereâs the container?â before you could answer, he was on his feet and running into the kitchen as Steve continued to demand answers from his boyfriend, his hand now moving from your wrist to directly over your heart, continuing to count the beats.
Bucky cursed so violently that it actually made you shrink into the cushions but the movement only made you cough more and chest tighten as you struggled to breathe. He returned to the room, his face a deathly white and green shade as he uttered just one word: âHemlockâ.
There was just one brief second where not a body in the room breathed or even moved, one single second to process the poison that Bucky had spoken, the planet that he only knew about because of his time as the Winter Soldier and using it on his target. The poison that he could now smell on your breath, that originated from your container of soup.
It was Sam to speak first, Sam to snap the two men out of their frozen states as he gave the orders from Doctor Banner who had heard the word over the phone. âWe need to get her to a hospital right nowâ.
Steve picked you up, and his entire body began to tremble with adrenaline and fear as no one even stopped to properly dress for the snow outside, only putting their shoes on before rushing to the car. Sam thankfully was able to use the adrenaline to remain headstrong as he climbed into the driverâs side of the car so that Steve and Bucky could both hold you in the back seats and try and keep you awake.
You were lying with your head in Steveâs lap with your body lying across Buckyâs as they clamped their arms around you as makeshift seatbelts. You had heard the word that Bucky had said and even though you knew what it was, you didnât want to believe it, even as you continued to feel worse. âItâs not poison, itâs just soupâ.
However, those words triggered something within your throat and once more you were coughing so hard that you thought you were going to vomit and cringed as metallic warmth filled your mouth and leaked out of the corner of your lips.
You slumped onto Steve and Bucky, head lulling back but Steve was quick to grab your face, tapping it and forcing you to stay awake, âBaby donât go to sleep! Please stay awake for me! Stay with us, weâll be at the hospital soon, I promiseâ.
You were scared, even though you were half-conscious, you were terrified now realising the severity of the situation, knowing that you were coughing up blood which was now soaking the front of Steveâs shirt and hearing how panicked your boyfriends were only made it worse. Through all the scary, dangerous times in your life, they always remained calm and in control but now they were both frantic and frightened.Â
As all three men continued to plead with you to stay awake, you forced yourself to open your eyes, only allowing yourself the luxury of blinking occasionally as you kept looking into Steveâs ocean-blue eyes. With his body and face so close to yours, you used him to ground you in the situation, trying to copy his breathing which had slowed since youâd opened your eyes; ignoring the pain from the breaths and resisting the urges to cough even though blood continued to fill your mouth.
âAm I going to die?â you whisper, not being able to ignore the questions now in the back of your mind anymore.
Steveâs breath hitched for a second before he tried to confidently whisper, âNo, youâre not going to dieâ.
You didnât believe him, especially as the trip to the hospital was delayed by the snow, every second feeling like it could be your worse, you didnât want it to end like this.
âI love you.â
âYouâre going to be ok, just keep looking at Steve, keep breathingâ, Bucky pleaded, squeezing your freezing cold hand.
âPlease, just say it backâ, your voice was hardly audible anymore as your mouth was so full of blood.
âStop talking and save your energy for when youâre feeling betterâ, Bucky tried to keep his composure but you knew he was close to snapping.
Your breaths were wet and laboured, wheezing so violently it rattled and echoed around the car but you still managed to plead, âSay it back-â.
âI love you, I love you so fucking much, please donât leave me, babyâ. Steve snapped first, his eyes were wide, fearful and yet beautiful with how stark the blue was as his eyes filled with tears, leaking down his cheek and into his beard.
You were thankful, for both of them, for everything and you wish you could have told them, wishing that you could have heard Buckyâs own declaration of love and adoration for you but the pounding of your heartbeat became so loud in your head that you couldnât hear anything anymore.
But you continued to hold on, never once looking away from those pretty eyes of Steveâs as Sam finally screeched to a halt outside of the hospital. Once more, Steve carried you and there was a flurry of people in different coloured scrubs suddenly surrounding you as you were placed onto a cold bed.
One moment you were staring into Steveâs eyes and the next you were looking up at a stranger and the comfort youâd once felt, the thing that was grounding you to life was now gone and you couldnât find him again, no matter how much you moved on the bed, even as the strangers poked and prodded at your body until you couldnât deal with it anymore and finally closed your eyes.
Do you ever have those naps where you wake up and forget where you are, or what time or day it is? That was currently how you felt except the added sensation of floating encompassed your body as well. The only sort of normality felt throughout your body was a cool feminine hand stroking across your temple in a soothing, repetitive manner.
Your toes wiggled firstly and then your eyes behind your eyelids and even though you knew who was stroking your forehead, you still croakily asked, âSteve? Bucky?â
âItâs just me Sugarâ Natasha sounded calm and peaceful as her fingers didnât stop with their soothing motions. âThe boys are going to be so pissed that youâre awake before theyâve got backâ.
You huff and dared to open your eyes, grunting at the brightness of the room but thankfully your eyes adjusted and only one, still, Natasha smiled down at you. Seeing that you werenât going to vomit or freak out, Natasha sat back in her chair, moving to hold onto your hand to give you some comfort. âYou gave us a real scareâ.
You thought back to everything that happened, some of it was a blur but most of it still played through your mind like a horror movie that you couldnât look away from or escape. âWas I really poisoned?â
There was one thing that you appreciated about Natasha and that was her blunt honesty, not one to ever sugarcoat her words, âYou wereâ.
âBut⊠But how? I mean⊠the soup, Rafael, he wouldnât-â. You stopped yourself talking, trying to envision all the interactions youâd had with him but only one thing repeated through your thoughts: Donât trust anyone. That was one of the first rules Steve had taught you. âI donât understand why? He seemed so nice to me, is his name even Rafael? Was everything a lie?â
âThatâs what theyâre just finding out. Apparently, the friend of a friend rouse was made up including his credentials, usually, our background checks are very thorough but he had some help to slip through the cracksâ.
âDo you know what help he had? Who it was, I mean?â
Natasha for once seemed to think before she spoke which unnerved you, knowing that whoeverâs name she spoke next wouldnât be good news.
The monitor displaying your heartbeat began to beep as it increased with the dread that was settling through your body.
âAll signs are currently pointing to Pierceâ.
Your eyes closed as you tried to remember how to breathe. You knew about Alexander Pierce. Everyone did. He was ruthless and had plenty of finances and power to pay for his success but not only this, he had been one of the top employees of Hydra and usually in charge of the Winter Soldier. So yes, you all knew a lot about Alexander Pierce and his name was one to send fear through any of those involved in the Rogers mafia, even Steve.
As you opened your eyes again to look at Natasha, you could tell she wanted to tell you more but was holding the information to not panic you further but you needed to know. âPlease just tell me whatever it is youâre not telling meâ.
âWe think he paid this guy to come and spy on Steve and Bbucky and it seems he put his sights on you. Specifically.. Because youâre their biggest weakness and it seemed like everyone knows thatâ.
Your face warmed with fear and anger, as fear prickled the corner of your eyes, âSo what, now Iâm not even safe in my own home?â
âThatâs not-â Tasha began to lean forward in her seat but another voice cut her off.
âNo, you werenât safe in your own homeâ. Steve stood at your hospital room door, dressed casually in a black shirt and jeans, looking nothing out of the ordinary but his face was wrath of calm and anger. Your eyes snapped from him to Bucky who had looked just as serious but as your eyes connected with his, the hard lines of his face smoothed out into a weak smile.
The two of them step into the room as Natasha stands, informing everyone that sheâd give us some space and guard the door.
Youâre trying desperately to keep the tears at bay, to keep them from slipping and cascading down your cheeks, not wanting your boyfriends to feel any more guilt but as you took a deep breath in, a sob erupts through you and you canât keep the emotions back anymore.
You attempted to hide your face with your hands, even with the added difficulty of having tubes and wires attached to the backs of your hands and the tips of your fingers. The realities of everything that had happened began to destroy any hope that you had. Youâd nearly died, in your own home where you were supposed to be most safe.
Steve and Bucky sat on either side of your hospital bed, moving silently as they always did and with careful ease, gently took a hand each and pried them away from your face, stroking away any tears that continued to escape.
âIâm sorry, I just- I donât know⊠Itâs a lotâ, you tried to give reason for your crying, even though it was unnecessary. Bucky tilted your face towards him, his voice was so soft and caring that it nearly made you sob with how careful he was being with you, âDonât apologise for crying, I tell you this all the time, Dollâ.
You offered him a wet giggle, taking a few deep breaths before rambling on with your anxiety, âI bet I look like a right mess right now, I donât even know how long Iâve been asleep forâ.
They let you calm yourself down before Steve praises with his low captivating voice, âYou always look beautiful, no matter how much snot is on your faceâ. He smiles as he manages to make you laugh before he turned serious, âItâs been 5 days, babyâ.
Your face drops, â5⊠Iâve been asleep for 5 days?!â
âYou passed out when we arrived and when they could finally stop the bleeding you-â
âBleeding?â you questioned, remembering you were bleeding from the mouth but it didnât seem like that much.
âThe poison youâd ingested that day was a higher dose and caused internal bleeding. After they were able to stabilise you, they needed to detox you from the poison and make sure your body was healing so it was safe to keep you asleepâ.
You tried to process everything that Steve had told you, it felt confusing for you to have been through so much and yet feel such little pain in your body.
As if reading your mind, Bucky once again captivated your attention as he asked, âHow are you feeling? Are you in pain?â
âNo Iâm not in any pain but I feel wrong like my body is floating in the water or somethingâ.
âThat might be due to the medications that theyâve got you on, theyâre pretty strong Sweetheartâ, his pet name helped to calm your disorientated mind, clinging on to the familiarity and focusing on the way both of their hands were holding yours and stroking tiny circles in your skin,
âDid you get the answers you wanted, from Rafael, or whatever his name isâ.
Steve and Bucky shared a glance between each other but Steve decided to be the one to answer. âWe got the answers, it was as Nat was explaining. Pierce wanted someone in the gang, spying and getting as close to us as possible and I guess they somehow managed to weasel their way in and tried to succeed with their plan to hit our weak spotâ.
You took a deep breath to try and reduce the rising anxiety in the pit of your stomach before asking tentatively, âSo what happens now? With Pierce I mean.â
âThatâs a problem for another time, just need you to get better firstâ, Bucky interjected, lifting your hand to kiss the few fingers that were attached with clips or wires.
You tried to smile at him, wanting him to know how much you appreciate him but the feeling never met your eyes and this seemed to twist something in Steve and Bucky. Both of their demeanours changed, no longer were you looking at just your boyfriends but also the mafia boss and his second in command, mixing business with family.
Bucky began talking first, tone strong and husky, âThis isnât something we are taking likely. Samâs already spent the last day and a half revisiting everyoneâs past, making sure there are no other moles that have slipped through the cracks. No new faces are allowed anywhere near our home or you.â
As he spoke, you managed sure to nod your head and try to squeeze his hand in understanding. Steve shifted in his chair, capturing your attention as he continued the discussion. âYou are safe and you should have been safe but we let you down, you were vulnerable when we werenât there to protect you like we promised we would. We let you down, we broke our promise, we could understand if you didnât want-â.
âWhatever youâre about to say you better forget about it right nowâ, you say sternly, heartbeat beginning to race on the monitor again as Steveâs mouth shut quickly with a snap. âThe idea of being your weakness has always frightened me but, I could also be your greatest strength. I mean - Look at what youâve been going just to protect the house, to protect me. I know you feel like youâve let me down but I donât feel let down in any way. Yes, of course, whatâs happened is scary, especially in our home but I doubt itâll ever happen again. They can try and tear us apart, they can try, but they wonât break us, they canât break us. We have to remain on top ok? I always feel safe and trusted when Iâ,m with you both so please, donât ever feel like I'm not because I am. Iâll always love you both, Iâm not going anywhereâ.
You sucked in air greedily after your short speech, the building emotions spilling freely everything you truly believed to the men beside you, not wishing for them to ever feel doubt for the relationship or how you felt.
Looking between them both, your heart sank as you noticed Bucky quickly wipe the corner of his eye. âI thought you said no more tearsâ, you spoke softly whilst trying to wipe away a stray tear.
âThatâs before you decided to swoon me with your speechâ, he quipped back, the light returning to his eyes once more as you laughed.
âI love you Buckyâ.
âI love you, Dollâ, standing from his chair, his metal hand stroked over the side of your face as he captured your lips with his, lingering for a few beautiful seconds before sitting back down.
Steve had lifted your hand during your speech and was kissing your palm and you reached out to stroke his beard, âI love you, Steveâ.
He too stood, just as Bucky had but he kissed your forehead first, breathing you in for a moment before doing the same against your lips. âI love you too, so much babyâ.
As Steve sat back down, your eyes began to feel heavy, all of the strong emotions exhausted you completely. âWill you both be here when I wake up? Not that Iâm complaining about Natasha but she doesnât spoon me like you both doâ.
They both chuckle under their breath before Steve promises, âWe arenât going anywhere, sleep, Sweetheartâ.
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@jilymicrofics august 5: coffee
Thereâs a knock at the door, but James keeps his eyes on the computer screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the keys as he scans the inventory sheet.
âOi.â
James's brow furrows slightly. "Hang on."
âWeâve got a customer situation.â
James looks up, his eyes meeting Sirius's. Sirius stands in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, knuckles still poised over the doorframe.
"What sort of customer situation?" James asks, his voice edged with impatience.
Sirius grins widely. âA mad bird sort.â
James scoffs, running a hand through his hair as he shifts his focus back to the computer. "Why canât you deal with it?"
Sirius sighs dramatically and leans against the doorframe. âSheâs stubborn. Insists on talking to the owner.â
With a huff, James pushes away from the desk, the chair rolling back with a squeak. He stands up, stretching his back, and makes no effort to hide his annoyance as he shoulders past Sirius. This was the one hour of the day he managed to sequester himself in the cramped back office to catch up on paperwork. Coffee shops donât run themselves.
Sirius follows hot on James's heels as he navigates his way back to the counter, snickering at his shoulder. He narrowly misses a full-on collision as James comes to a dead stop upon seeing her.
Her. Because sheâs here.
âSheâs fit, huh?â Sirius smirks. âI mean, if you donât want to deal with it, I suppose I couldââ
âIâve got it.â
Sirius doesnât reply, just shaking his head knowingly. James canât even be bothered, because he knows heâs a besotted fool, but he doesnât care.
âOh, there you are,â she says as he walks over. Her eyes sweep shamelessly over him, and he feels a spark of that old adolescent pride. Sheâs stunning, with warm auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and striking green eyes that seem to burn as they lock onto his. âYouâre the owner?â
âThatâs me. How can I help you?â
âWell, Iâve heard great things about this place,â she says, eyes drifting briefly up to the menu board behind him, then right back to his eyes.Â
âItâs⊠a great place,â James says lamely, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief, clearly enjoying being noticed by him as much as heâs enjoying being noticed by her. She leans forward on the counter, her delicate fingers tapping lightly against the surface. James takes a small step back to put some distance between them, so he doesnât do something really stupid.
âWhatâs the specialty?â she asks, her lips curling into a playful smile.
âI donât usually make the drinks,â he confesses.
She lifts an eyebrow. âBut youâll make one for me?â
James glances around the shop, ensuring Sirius isnât idling nearby and that there arenât any customers waiting in the queue. The cozy cafĂ© is alive with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations, but the coast seems to be clear.
âYou know,â he says, dropping his voice, âitâs pretty bold of you to come in here looking like that.â
She smirks, pleased. âLooking like what?â
âOh, donât give me that rubbish,â he says, scoffing. âYou know exactly what youâre doing.â
âIâm just a girl looking for a nice cup of coffee,â she says, shrugging. She pushes her hair over her shoulder in a fluid motion, her deep auburn locks catching the light. Jamesâs eyes follow the movement, and when he looks back at her face, her knowing smirk tells him itâs what she intended all along.
âYouâre lethal is what you are,â he mutters, then without turning, calls out, âSirius!â
Almost immediately, Sirius appears, clearly having been eavesdropping. âAlright?â
âMake my wife a vanilla latte, yeah?â
âFucking hell,â Sirius grumbles. âI hate it when you do this. Just for the record. Itâs really terrible.â
âExtra vanilla, please, Padfoot,â Lily adds, her gaze still locked on James, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.
âLearn to have foreplay like normal people, please,â Sirius sighs, glancing dully between the two of them, before heading to the espresso machine, muttering, âYou two were supposed to get less weird when you got married.â
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55th Birthday
pairing: established daryl x f!reader
wc: 6k
warnings: 18+ content, lots of plot!!!!, reader shoots a deer, alcohol, little bit of tipsy sex, oral (male AND fem receiving), hair pulling, little talk about pregnancy, slight breeding kink�, creampie
summary: daryls birthday celebration!!
A/N: birthday fic for daryl since its normans birthday đ also ive been doing a lot of established daryl x reader, lmk if yall want something different i just like the way husband/boyfriend daryl feels⊠probably wrote this on ovulation.
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âIt's the uh sixth of January tâday,â Eugene read from his notebook.
âWhat!? Shit!â You ran out of the council hall, ignoring Eugeneâs confused babbles.
Today was Darylâs birthday and you completely forgot. To be fair, who was keeping track of time nowadays? Eugene was apparently. You bit your lip as you scurried back home, Daryl was out right now so you had time to collect something to give to him.
Maybe you could bake a cake? Not much to work with though⊠and he isn't a big fan of sweets. You walked up the porch stairs and walked into the house, kicking your shoes off haphazardly as you furrowed your brows in thought. You thought about making him some arrows, but you didn't have time to make them, nor did you have the material for them.
You walked into the kitchen, throwing open cabinets and pulling open drawers, scrambling for any sort of material you could use to make something. How old was this man turning? You wondered, pausing for a moment.
âFifty⊠fiftyâŠâ you thought for a long moment, ânot in his sixties for sure.â You shrugged and continued your search for materials. Judging by the years that passed he was probably in his mid fifties, the thought making you realize just how long youâve lived in this apocalypse. You picked up some twine, closing the drawer and running up the stairs. It wouldn't be much but you decided to thread some of your ribbon and twine together as a little charm for his crossbow.
Daryl knew how much you loved your little miscellaneous rubbish, despite his complaints of finding buttons scattered around the house. He brought you back a little wooden box just for your stuff, it would convenience both of you. The box stood atop your nightstand, you flipped it open and plucked out a light pink ribbon, it was one you threaded into your hair occasionally. Daryl always commented on it so you figured maybe heâd appreciate it if he had something of you with him all the time.
You plopped down onto the bed and made a little pattern with the twine and ribbon, intertwining them together into a little bow at the end. He could honestly wear it as a bracelet if he really wanted to, but the thought of having a slightly feminine object amongst his manly crossbow was kinda cute.
You tucked the charm into the pocket of your jeans, grabbing your holster that was also on your nightstand and securing it around your waist. Your gun was placed in there along with your hunting knife that was gifted to you by Daryl himself. You made sure you were fit to go hunting before leaving the house, the only thing you had to do was find your husband now.
You hastily walked down the street towards the front gates where Rosita was keeping watch.
âRosi!â You called out and ran the rest of the way, she turned and smiled at you, furrowing her brows in curiosity.
âHey you, whatchaâ need?â She brushed off your shoulder, you just sighed and placed your hands on your hips.
âI need to find Daryl, it's his birthday. He come in yet?â You sighed, fumbling with your fingers.
âNo shit?â She asked surprised to which you nodded, ânah he hasn't come in yet. Probably still around the usual hunting grounds.â
âI'm gonna go track him down then,â you muttered and clutched onto the handle of your hunter's knife. Rosita chuckled and moved to open the gate for you.
âYeah you go do that, be safe.â You nodded halfheartedly and quickly walked out of the gates and towards the forest.
It was surprisingly clear today, you haven't seen any walkers yet. The sun was bright and the atmosphere was just generally, calm. It was a perfect day for Daryl's birthday. You found the markers that stated the hunting grounds and decided on tracking Daryl. He's taught you many of his hunting tactics so why not put them to good use?
This quickly turned out to be useless as Daryl was really cautious out in the woods, and he tended to take careful steps. Meaning, no tracks to track. You groaned as you stalked further into the forest with no hope of finding your husband⊠until.
Rabbit tracks. Knowing him, Daryl would be following after the rascal. So if you couldn't track his tracks, youâd track the rabbitâs. You kept your hunterâs knife in your hand to be wary of your surroundings, it was way too peaceful to be true. The rabbit had travelled far as you kept walking, and walking⊠and walking. Eventually you reached a clearing, and the rabbitâs tracks had stopped.
You groaned. You were hopeless. Of course you could always wait for Daryl to just come home, but you wanted to do something for once. Plus if you really did track him down, he'd for sure be proud. And you loved when he was proud of you. You thought about different ways to find him, but there was really nothing to do. He couldâve gone any which way out here, and with no other tracks to look at, it was a lost cause. That was what you thought until you heard the sound of what you believed were your husband's arrows being shot.
You quickly made your way towards the sound, making sure to stay hidden from his sight. After all this was supposed to be a surprise. The more you walked through the bushes, the more you could hear the faint sound of his footsteps. You peeked through the leaves of a bush and saw your husband looking around, he heard something, probably you. You ducked when his body turned in your direction, slowly standing up to see him facing the other before carrying on his journey.
You smirked, you felt like a spy dodging his glances and switching from tree to tree. You kept your distance to not get caught, staring at him from afar as he walked around looking for whatever animal he could get his hands on. The sun shone on his hair, highlighting the little specks of blond scattered amongst his brown locks. Those angel wings that hung from his broad shoulders surely displayed his character. Your eyes travelled down his arms, annoyingly covered by his shirt sleeves. His right hand held his crossbow idly by his side, the other holding that rabbit and his backpack. Daryl was beautiful, he didn't think so but you always reminded him.
You started to get closer to him, close enough to hear him grunt to himself as he sat on a log. You started to get closer from behind, holding your hands out to prepare covering his eyes. He placed his stuff down next to him and looked down at the rabbit in his hand, though not doing anything. Like he was expecting something.
You quickly covered his eyes, not feeling him flinch a bit.
âGuess who?â You taunted playfully, standing right behind him. You heard him snort, his shoulders shaking.
âIf I didnâ know it was you, ya would've been shot dead a while ago.â He shook his head chuckling as you removed your hands from his eyes and moved around the log to stand in front of him, your hands on your hips.
âJeez, you couldn't humour me just a little bit?â You frowned at his smug expression, he was playing around with the rabbit in his hands.
âNah, ya gotta work on yer tracking. Could hear ya from a mile away,â he snorted seeing your annoyed expression while simultaneously looking you up and down. âIs thaâ my shirt yer wearinâ?â You looked down at the shirt you were wearing, noticing how much looser it was on you.
âYeah, I guess it is, why?â You asked while plucking a pine needle off of the fabric.
âYa didnâ have any other shirt ta wear?â He furrowed his brows before stuffing the rabbit in his bag, his head tilting back to look up at you.
âI just grabbed a random shirt from my dresser, why? Would you rather I not wear anything?â You crossed your arms and watched as he looked you up and down again, saying nothing but raising his brows. You rolled your eyes, âdon't answer that.â
âI ainâ sayinâ anythinâ.â He raised both hands up defensively before patting down the spot next to him. You grumbled but sat next to him, sighing as you relaxed and lay your head on his shoulder. He hummed in acceptance, placing his hand on your knee. âSo whyâre ya âere?â
You sat back up, you almost forgot the reason why you were out here.
âRight, shit.â You fished out the handmade charm from your pocket, holding it out in front of him. He chuckled, taking it from your fingers and taking a closer look at it.
ââs cute, this fer me?â You nodded in response and his lip curled into a smirk, âthis thaâ ribbon ya put in yer hair?â You nodded again as he pointed to the pink ribbon amongst the twine.
âThought it'd be cute if you had a little something of me near you when you're out, you can tie it to your crossbow.â You murmured shyly, feeling like a schoolgirl giving her crush valentines chocolate.
âI love it,â he smiled genuinely before grabbing his crossbow and putting it between his legs so he could tie it to the handle. âPerfect, but why the sudden gift? Ya dyinâ or somethinâ?â
You chuckled, âwellâŠâ He sat up straight and shot you a concerned glance. âNo, Iâm not. Iâm giving it to you cause it's your birthday.â
His concern flushed away with a look of confusion, his hand coming up to rub his chin.
âMy birthday? How do ya even know?â He narrowed his eyes questioningly.
âEugene.â
âAhâŠâ
He nodded, looking back down at the charm before looking back at you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you close, kissing your forehead.
âWell thank you, I âpreciate it.â He rested his chin on the top of your head, stroking your hair. âMy birthday, haven' had one in a while.. damn, âm fuckinâ old arenâ I?â
You snorted, moving out of his grasp to look up at him. âYou're not that old,â he gave you a âyeah rightâ kind of look. âNo really! You look quite young for your age.â
âSure thing, ya just like butterinâ up yer husband.â He sneered playfully, you punched his chest in turn while chuckling.
âWeâre both getting old hun,â you sighed contently and leaned against his body, feeling him let out a tiny sigh of his own.
âMhm, yer still hot as hell though.â You laughed, covering your face while you felt his body shake in silent laughter. ââm not lyinâ.â
âI know you aren't,â you chuckled and sat up straight. âOkay but⊠you have to admit, I did somewhat a good job on tracking you.â
Daryl snorted and raised his brows at you, but immediately stifled his chuckle when you frowned.
âOkay, okay sure. Ya did do a good job, âsides scarinâ my deer away with yer big ass footsteps.â You groaned at his feedback, kicking his ankle gently. You looked away from him and felt a gentle kiss on the back of your head, his warm breath on your neck. âNah seriously, ya did a good job locatinâ me.â
âReally?â You turned around to face him quickly, âmean it?â He chuckled as you beamed at him, nodding.
âYes really, now ya wanna help me find that deer so we can all eat tânight?â He nudged you on your lower back, his fingertips grazing your ass. You glanced at him, noticing a cheeky grin before standing up.
âSure, why not? Maybe you could help me track better,â you dusted off your backside and took out your hunter's knife. He stood up with a grunt, slinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his crossbow before leading the way.
âIt went off in this direction, couldnâ âave gone far.â He murmured lowly as he pointed towards the direction where the river was. You nodded and followed close behind him, wincing as you stepped on a few twigs. Daryl turned and smirked slightly, âalrighâ. Watch where ya step, find soft ground anâ take lighâ footsteps.â
âI think thatâs obvious,â you muttered and heard him snort, taking your hand in his.
âLook,â he pointed to a leaf on the ground with his crossbow. âThaâs gonna crunch when ya step on it,â he looked at you to see if you were listening before continuing his tangent, âya can tell if a leaf is crunchy if âs browned on the tips and edges. When the colour of the leaf is dull or muddy, itâll be soft. So ya can step on it but ya have ta be careful âcause sometimes thaâs just the colour of the leaf.â
âThen what about twigs?â You squeezed his hand and swung his arm with yours back and forth while you two walked.
âWell those are gonna snap if ya step on âem obviously,â he rolled his eyes matter-of-factly. âJusâ watch yer step, eventually youâll be good enough at watching yer step thaâ itâll just be second nature ta ya. Which is why I dunâ have to look down every time I take a step.â He nudged you playfully, watching as you bowed your head and took various lengths of steps.
Daryl chuckled softly, releasing his grip on your hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. âDunâ keep lookinâ at the ground though, ya keep doinâ thaâ anâ youâll lose yer prey. Or worse, youâll run into a walker witâ yer head down.â You scoffed and shook your head, grabbing his hand again while he continued to walk ahead.
You occasionally glanced down at your feet, but kept looking ahead to watch your surroundings. Eventually, you found some deer tracks and elbowed Daryl.
âDeer tracks,â you pointed with your knife. He hummed in approval and let go of your hand to fully grasp his crossbow, turning his head over his shoulder and nodded as a signal for you to keep following him. You pressed your lips into a thin line and proceeded to follow the archer, making sure to take lighter steps.
The deer quickly came into view, unknowingly chewing on some not so crunchy leaves. Daryl raised a finger to keep you still and quiet, before beckoning you with that same finger. You quietly moved next to him, the two of you crouching behind a tree. His blue eyes met yours, holding his hand out for yours. You gave him your hand and he flipped it over so your palm was to the sky, and then he placed the handle of his crossbow in your hand. Your eyes quickly widened and you shook your head.
âNo, Dar! I canât shoot this thing!â You hissed quietly, seeing his expression shift into an amused one.
âYeah ya can, dunâ worry. Iâll help ya,â he took your other hand and guided it to the foregrip before grabbing your waist and maneuvering you in front of him. He kept his body pressed against your back, his hands on yours and mimicked your placement. Your breath hitched as he moved his head to rest over your shoulder, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear. âNow aim fer the deer.â
His whisper sent a wave of heat through you, closing your eyes to calm yourself before opening them again and following his instruction. Gripping onto the foregrip, your raised the cross bow slightly and aim towards the deer, hearing a low whistle of approval.
âGood, now can ya take a shot at it?â His warm breath hit your ear again and you nodded, his pointer finger over yours as you started to slowly pull the trigger.
THWACK
You flinched and widened your eyes to see the deer on its side, an arrow sticking out of it. Daryl chuckled and let go of you, patting your waist.
âGood girl.â The nickname made you shiver a little, hoping he didnât notice. âSee, I told ya you could do it.â He took the crossbow from you and slung it over his shoulder before walking over to the deer. You walked proudly after him, watching crouch next to the deer and finishing it off with his knife.
âI may have lost your deer earlier but I shot it,â you grinned as you placed your hands on your hips. He chuckled and stood up, kissing your forehead.
âThaâ, you did. Now carry my bag so I can lug this home,â you smiled to yourself and took his bag, slinging it over both your shoulders as he threw the deer over his shoulders. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, wishing you were the deer right now.
âWell now weâll have something to eat for your birthday dinner, isnât that right?â You chuckled as you both started walking back to Alexandria.
âYer gonna cook me somethinâ?â He raised his eyebrows in curiosity. âYa already made me thaâ charm.â
âOf course Iâm gonna cook you dinner, hell itâs your birthday. You deserve more than that flimsy olâ thing,â you snorted while adjusting the straps of his backpack.
âYa dunâ âave ta,â he grunted. âYa could just gimme a kiss anâ Iâll be okay witâ thaâ.â You laughed at his comment, shaking your head.
âBut I want to,â he couldnât argue with that logic. Instead he just sighed and nodded his head, the two of you continuing to walk in silence.
Daryl was in the shower while you pranced around the kitchen searing the share of deer you were given, making some venison steak for dinner. The smell of rosemary and lemon filled your nostrils as you stirred some mashed potatoes in another pot, the hiss of the meat cooking on the pan was delectable. You hummed while throwing some peas into the pot of mashed potatoes, along with some butter and salt before stirring it once more and turning off the stove. You checked on the venison which looked perfectly cooked, tasting a bit of the sauce left over and decided it was perfect.
âReally outdid myself tonight,â you hummed and turned off the stove completely before setting up some plates on the dinner table. You precisely plated the steaks on the plate, scooping the mashed potatoes intricately before drizzling some canned cranberry sauce over it. You smiled proudly and poured some red wine into some glasses before lighting up a few candles. After accessing your work you quickly ran upstairs to change into a little cocktail dress, still wanted to impress your husband after all. Speaking of, you could hear Daryl fix up in the bathroom so you hurried on. You fixed up your hair in the mirror and took one last glance over your body before running back downstairs, taking your seat at the table.
You waited patiently, letting him take his time to fix up. He wasnât going to expect all of this, the dimmed lights and candlelit dinner, but you were ready to see his expression.
Daryl came down the stairs, his hair slightly damp and over his eyes. Your eyes trailed down his neck towards his button-up, which had a few buttons undone already, and he was wearing his usual pants. His head perked up at the smell of the delicious food, brushing his hair out of his eyes and taking in the sight before him.
You grinned cheekily as he stood there, mouth agape in shock. Catching himself, he smirked slight at you and brought his hand over his mouth, his eyes glazing over your legs.
âThought you were jusâ makinâ me dinner,â he drawled lowly. âDidnâ expect a whole feast,â he gestured towards you. You laughed as he took his seat, his eyes still on you.
âShut up, try your food.â You giggled as you pulled your chair in and cut at your steak, letting your eyes dart up to see what he thought. He looked down at his plate and picked up his knife and fork and cut into his, dipping a slice into the mashed potatoes to get a taste of everything before shoving it into his mouth. He groaned and leaned back in his chair as he continued chewing.
âJesus christ, (Y/N)âŠâ You giggled and took a bite yourself, groaning as well while leaning back.
âDamn, Iâm good.â You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine, Daryl sitting up to do the same. He swirled his wine a couple times in the glass before taking a good chug and swallowing the liquid.
âMmh, yeah ya are.â He grunted and continued to eat his food. You smiled lovingly at him, his gaze drifted back up to yours. He chewed his food and smiled back at you, just as loving. âYa look beautiful.â
âYou do too,â you grinned and earned a snort of disbelief from him. âYou are!â You giggled, causing his stomach to swarm with butterflies, the sound of your laughter bringing joy to him.
The dinner consisted of you two talking and giggling about old memories, sipping wine and sharing longing glances across the table. Eventually you both finished your dinner but remained sitting at the table and drinking your wine.
âDo you remember when I fell off the back of your motorcycle and you refused to take me anywhere for two weeks?â You giggled against the rim of your wine glass, your eyes twinkling mischievously.
âSure do, anâ I didnâ take ya anywhere fer two weeks because ya broke yer damn arm anâ had to heal.â He crossed his arms and had a stern look on his face, but laughed nonetheless.
You just giggled and finished your glass, reaching for the bottle for some more but it was quickly snatched away.
âNot too fast,â Daryl chuckled, reaching for your glass and pouring it himself. âThank you fer all this, âs by far the best birthday Iâve had in a while.â He handed you your glass back, brushing his fingers over yours as he did.
âItâs nothing⊠I just wanted to spoil you a little, even if itâs just a little.â You smiled and took a sip of the wine, your head starting to spin a little. He noticed and took your glass away, finishing the rest himself. You chuckled, âI wasnât done with that.â
âI know, but I dunâ want ya completely drunk.â He took the plates and glasses and put them in the sink before sitting back down in his seat.
âWhyâs that?â You leaned forward, grinning expectantly.
ââCause I wanna be able to reward ya fer yer hard work,â he smirked and leaned back in his seat, manspreading like his life depended on it. âCâmere.â
As if you were in a trance you immediately stood up and wobbled over to him, your mind still hazy but you both knew what you wanted. He tilted his head back to look up at you, that same cocky smirk painted across his lips. He kept his hands on his thighs, and it was like a silent communication of what he wanted. You bit your lip and held eye contact as you kneeled down between his legs, his head cocking to the side as he looked down at you, bring one hand into your hair.
âGood girl⊠now I may be askinâ too much, but do ya mind?â He nodded towards his erection that was eagerly straining against his pants. You shook your head, bringing your hands up to unbuckle his belt. He grumbled graciously, his fingers curling in your hair.
You bit your lip as you solely focused on getting his pants off, feeling him lift his hips up a bit to make the removal process easier for you. You glanced up at him while sliding his pants and boxers off in one go, he grunted softly as his cock sprang out. His pants and boxers hung around his ankles as you moved closer, inspecting his length. The head was flushed red, and looked almost painfully hard as it twitched from the feeling of your warm breath brushing against it.
As you continued gawking at his cock, Daryl got impatient and took his length in his hand. Your drunken body felt even more turned on as you watched your husband stroke himself slowly, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip and hissing. You whimpered, biting your lip as you moved closer. The cold tile against your thighs was a good relief from your aching heat, feeling yourself get wetter the more you watched him.
Daryl brought his other hand to the back of your neck, bringing you even closer as he held his cock and guided it to your lips. You closed your eyes and let him run his length against your cheeks, giggling a little as he slapped the tip against your lips. He pushed the head of his cock against your lips which you quickly parted, letting him slide half his length into your mouth.
You both groaned at the contact, both his hands moving into your hair while one of your hands moved to hold onto the base. Daryl threw his head back and whimpered softly as you literally sucked on him once, pulling off to leave little kitty licks on his sensitive tip. He pulled your hair into a ponytail and tugged on it when you took him into your mouth again, rolling his eyes back as your tongue swirled around the tip. He let out multiple moans and whimpers of pleasure as you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldnât take with your hand.
You could feel him start to get close, by the sounds of his breathless whimpers and the way his grasp on your hair got tighter. You let go of his cock and braced yourself before fully letting him in, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. He moaned loudly, making a sound of protest and trying to pull you off of him. You didnât budge and kept bobbing your head, gagging every time he hit the back of your throat. He whined breathily, his cock twitching in your mouth as he got closer and closer. Your eyes were teary but you kept going, wanting to taste his sweet release.
Daryl tugged your hair hard, groaning deeply as he came. Splurging ropes of warm semen into your mouth, you eagerly licked it all up, savouring the saltiness of his release. The sound and sight of him coming almost had you releasing yourself, reaching down to squeeze between your legs.
His hand released your hair and caressed the back of your head soothingly, as an apology for his rough tugging. You looked up at him as you swallowed the rest of his seed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
âGet up fer me,â he whispered hoarsely, grabbing onto your thighs as you obeyed. He stood up after you and pulled you against his chest, his cock stirring back to life as you felt it press between your thighs. One hand was on your waist while the other held your chin, tilting your head back to look at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip before dipping his head to kiss you deeply. He groaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue, your tongues wrapping together as you fought for dominance. Ultimately, he won and you let yourself be kissed aggressively by this man.
He placed both hands on your hips, pushing you back and pulling his lips off yours. Before you could think he turned you around and bent you over the dinner table, his hand immediately moving under your dress. You cried out as his fingers rubbed your wet heat over your panties which were well soaked by now, he kept his other hand on your lower back before pulling your panties off. He pushed the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, keeping you bent over on display for him. You didnât hear anything for a few moments, the alcohol in your system making you hear your heart beat in your ears. Your knees buckled as you felt his tongue run along your slit, you whined slightly while his hands held you steady.
His tongue wiggled around between your folds, a soft cry escaping your lips every time he brushed over your clit. His lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it and you could feel him smirk when you cried out. He continued this motion, your eyes rolling back while the top half of your body lay flat against the table. His tongue was replaced by his finger, rubbing your clit harshly and making your leg tremble in sensitivity. You moaned loudly, the sound of your moans echoed through the kitchen while his tongue entered you. You gasped harshly at the intrusion, your nails scratching against the table as his tongue thrusted in and out of your wet heat. The warm feeling of coming undone was brewing up in your stomach, your moans ragged.
âFuck⊠Dar Iâm gonna cum,â you whined breathlessly. He didnât stop, rubbing your clit even harder and causing you to arch you back and squirm against his face. His tongue remained inside of you as you came, your breath heavy while he licked up your sweet nectar. You sighed and lay your head against the table, your mind swirling with lust and haziness from the orgasm.
âStay there,â he grunted as he stood up, rubbing the flesh of your ass with his palm. âYa look so beautiful bent over fer me like this. Makes me wanâ ta fill ya up, put a baby in ya.â Your breath hitched, looking over your shoulder to see if he was serious.
âReally?â You whispered hoarsely, your eyes sparkling in want. âYou want a baby?â
âFuck yeah,â he grumbled, standing behind you while caressing your ass. âI mean hell, weâre both gettinâ old. I wanna be able to give ya a child before we canât⊠will ya let me?â
âYes, oh god yes Dar please.â You pleaded, earning a light tap to your bum as he bit his lip.
âThen be a good girl fer me and lay still, yer perfect.â He whispered, running his length between your ass cheeks teasingly. You bit your lip and lay your head against the wood of the table, panting in anticipation as he continued to rub his cock against you. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against your clit, spreading your folds so he could thrust along them. You both moaned simultaneously, the two of you relishing the slick feeling.
He pulled his cock back, circling it around your entrance before pushing forward, filling you completely. You moaned out in delight, closing your eyes and clenching around the length inside you, feeling your walls mold to his cock. He groaned, grabbing your hips and moving back and forth slowly. Your eyes rolled back, biting your lip hard as you felt every inch of his velvety skin stroke your inner walls.
His fingers surely were leaving marks on your hips from how hard he was gripping onto you, clearly holding himself back from taking you roughly. He kept the pace slow, his cock occasionally brushing against your sweet spot but not fully meeting it. You moved back to meet his thrusts, earning a moan of approval from your movements. It still wasnât enough.
âNeed you deeper,â you pleaded softly, the high pitched tone of yours making his hips stutter. One of his hands ran up your back, grasping your hair and gently tugging you, prompting you to come up. You obeyed instantly, pushing yourself up as he carefully pulled you back to his chest. Your back arched as his hand trailed down over your throat, holding you against his shoulder.
He pressed his hips harder into you, eliciting a light breathy whine from you as your back arched further. He continued his hard thrusts, turning his head to press kisses along your neck, his cock reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. You were closer to getting what you wanted, just one swivel of your hips against his was what got it. He slammed against your sweet spot, your jaw dropped and you closed your eyes as he kept hitting the spot. Your moans came out freely, his palm against your throat as you leaned back on his shoulder, mewling and whining loudly.
His grunts came in your ear, his breath heavy and hot as the both of you started to sweat from exertion. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed through the kitchen along with your whimpering moans and his grunts and groans. He let go of your throat and let you fall over the table, placing both his hands on your hips and thrusting with renewed intensity. His hips slapped against yours hard, his eyes watching your ass jiggle with every contact. He brought a hand up to grip your ass, pushing himself deeper into your pussy. The wet sounds of him thrusting in and out just filled you with more arousal, closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself in the moment.
You tightened around his cock as you felt yourself coming close to completion, the feeling of your walls tight around him made Daryl groan deeply. His hips stuttered but kept the pace, fucking you deeply and hard. It was clear he was also close as his grip on you became tighter and his movements got sloppier.
âFuck, yer so tighâ⊠gonna fill ya up,â he groaned, thrusting harder into you. âGonna make ya carry my babies.â
His words sent a chill up your spine, mewling out in pleasure and desire. âI want that⊠pleaseâŠâ You begged pathetically, your voice barely a whisper from all your crying and moaning.
âImma give it to ya, dunâ worry baby. Gonna cum inside ya so deep,â he grunted, pulling your hips back in time with his movements. âGonna give ya a baby, make ya a mama.â You whined in desire, clawing at the wood as your body trembled. Your orgasm quickly coming up.
You screamed out his name as you came for the second time tonight, rolling your eyes back as you did. You lay against the table while your legs struggled to keep you standing, his hips rapidly pushing in and out of you as he chased his orgasm.
âShit, fuckinâ tighâ as shit.â He cursed haphazardly, his balls tightening as they threatened to burst. âCâmon take it, take it pretty girl,â he shouted as he came, deep inside of you like he promised. He fucked you through his orgasm, groaning softly before pulling out.
Your entire body shook in sensitivity, your legs threatening to give out. Daryl continued to hold you up, watching your pussy drip with his cum. He reached down to scoop it back into you, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling.
âDunâ wanâ this ta go ta waste now do we?â He taunted hotly into your ear, pulling your panties up and letting your dress fall over your ass. He slapped your ass playfully before pulling up his own underwear and pants, buckling his belt. âNow letâs go cuddle upstairs hm?â He chuckled lowly and scooped you up into his arms, his expression softening at your fucked out expression.
You looked up at him sleepily and nodded, pulling his head down to kiss him softly. He hummed against your lips, taking you upstairs.
âHappy birthday, Dar.â
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nico di angelo is such an inspiration to me because he is just a pathetic loser freak with all the interpersonal skills of a rabid opossum on meth and such single-minded devotion to his emo aesthetic that he wouldn't wear the camp half-blood shirt until he got it in black. he's borderline delusional and makes everyone around him uncomfortable just by existing near them. his aura is so rancid it makes grass wither. he's the weirdest little maniac you've ever seen in your entire life, and he still manages to find lifelong friends that would die for him without hesitation AND a cute texan boyfriend who is also a doctor. literally what is his secret.
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are other people like not as nosy as me or something
#nah they just have no sense of curiosity#it's actually completely normal and reasonable to want to know about other peoples lives and read their posts or whatever#to understand how they think#I mean like unsarcastically that is actually normal#but also everyone else seems to have better stuff to do and theyre all a bit rubbish at being nosy#and its weird cause what you leave somewhere like this that someone theoretically could read and understand some of you from it#but like no one does#and id want to discourage them really like leave me alone#hah wonder why i dont have any friends#but on the thing about being nosy like you know how at school id always end up just listening in on classmates conversations and id hear so#much cause of that compared to conversions involving me#like it's cause im rubbish and have no friends but also surely everyone ends up doing that at least a bit#I mean I know they do. end up actually paying attention that is#only like usually I dont know how much attention people really really pay to other people's conversations#like do other people usually find that interesting or not#but either way like for me at least I'd often be embarrassed to admit I was listening certainly wouldnt go up to someone and ask them about#the conversation they had with someone they had with someone else even if I was in the room and obviously within hearing#so when someone did that to me I was a bit surprised and sort of flattered like why did you even bother#only I'm so rubbish and was surprised enough someone talked to me I was accidentally rude enough that we basically never talked again#like fucking hell#fuckinh hell#like surely we mightve been friends if not for me being so absolutely ridiculously bloody rubbish#this was years ago lol but its memorable for someone actually talking to me in that situation
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Hello! I saw your last rec for Draco being whipped for Harry. Would you have any recs for the reverse situation? Harry being absolutely smitten for Draco. I love when it's mostly from Harry POV and Draco is driving him mad. Does anything come to mind? Thank you for your lovely recs and your presence in the fandom, it's a blessing! đ
Yes of course! I feel like I did quite a few lists for pining Harry so this one will focus on smitten Harry told from his own pov. I tried to mix old favorites with fics I donât see recced often. Iâd highly recommend checking @tackytigerfic, @bixgirl1 and ignatiustrout as they all explore this trope so beautifully!
Take A Stab At It by @sorrybutblog (E, 3k)
Itâs a bit pathetic, Harry knows, to have a hard-on for the guy who bullied you in school. Kind of clichĂ© to look back on years of obsession and hatred and think, Oh.
Hourglass Heart by bixgirl1 (E, 5k)
It only happened once â depending on how Harry counted.
Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (G, 5k)
Draco's a father, Harry's in love with him, and it's really hard to take things slow.
The Things They Never Say by bixgirl1 (E, 9k)
Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.
Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (M, 9k)
Some things, you need to learn on the job.
i wake up falling, orphaned (M, 9k)
Dracoâs always leaving, one way or another. Harryâs usually 240 thousand miles too late.
Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (M, 12k)
Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.
Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)
Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame theyâd always planned to break up after a yearâŠ
White as Snow by bixgirl1 (E, 19k)
After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup â and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.
We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by @wellhalesbells (T, 21k)
Harry finds something heâs been looking for since the warâs end. Admittedly, the packagingâs a bit odder than he expected.
With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)
The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.
On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (M, 35k)
Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that heâs starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too.
LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k)
Harryâs summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his companyâs magical weed into Harryâs pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.
Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
Modern Love by tackytiger (E, 61k)
Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isnât always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely thereâs something moreâsomething betterâthan a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.
Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that somethingâs missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when oneâs life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait?
What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)
Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: itâs never quite as far behind you as you thought.
Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)
Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.
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yandere Rezef Hill x immortal fem reader
quirks of eternal life and the obsessed prince.
yandere, sfw, mentions of violence, kidnapping & imprisonment, angst??, you are immortal and reaaly bored, poor english, possibly wild image of high society bc real history suck
word count: ~3.5k
a/n: hii!!
exams be killing me
glad its over until the next year but I still have a shit ton of books to read at summer bc I'm in literature class (Tolstoy I hope ur spinning in your grave I don't want to read 3rd and 4th tome of war and peace but I have to)
anyway for this fic I re-read first chapters and?? Rezef is such a dick in the beginning?? and I forgot abt it??
also when I think about someone immortal this type of person just comes to mind (I mean ofc u don't give a damn about some angry man, you literally have been through everything) and don't worry about Cayena she's chilling in a nice place
indeed, lady [name], you are shining brighter than usual today. you've only recently returned to the capital, haven't you?" â at that warm evening, a pretty young girl was chirping in your ear, sitting with you on a luxurious sofa in the ballroom.
you listened with half an ear to a mixture of flattery and sincere admiration, looking into nowhere from under your eyelashes.
the ball was playing its climax, and the guests were harmoniously spinning in a german waltz. others, more noble and older, entertained themselves with idle conversations.
you too, thanks to your position, were little constrained by the limits of secular norms, and did not bother dancing. tonight you wanted anything other than to gallop around the stuffy hall. your eyes, devoid of the childish brilliance peculiar to your peers, looked indifferently at the guests.
the ball in honor of the beginning of summer was a great event, even the royal family usually participated in it; such celebrations instilled in their noble participants a sense of reverence for the higher-ranking present and idle anticipation of the upcoming entertainment.
but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't see anything more from the height of your velvet sofa than pretentiously dressed men and women; strangely moving, stiffly dancing and talking vague figures under the sickening light of numerous chandeliers. all this in the stuffy luxury of the hall seemed to you so fake, pretentious and unnatural that you could barely restrain yourself from haughty laughter, or from a bored sigh.
[name], beautiful [name]! daughter of the richest man in the empire, a brilliant socialite, trendsetter and muse of famous poets.
you vaguely remembered what was inside some rubbish that you read about a hundred years ago, you don't know when and you don't know where.
and although in your case, "a hundred years" might not be just a phrase, you couldn't care less. whether this the fifth life or the hundredth â what's the difference? right, there's none â you thought lazily, openly staring at the crown prince exchanging pleasantries with representatives of the capital's bohemians.
like you, who on the last night of spring were dressed up like a Christmas tree, his highness shone with the white brocade of his suit today. eyes with the color of ceylon sapphire peeked out from under his golden bangs, giving everyone present the condescending look of the royalty. little prince â as you laughingly called him to yourself â was handsome to the point that young girls blushed deeply as soon as they saw him, and married ladies sighed dreamily.
at the sight of the handsome prince, some memory cracked in your skull, however, it died as quickly as it appeared. this and a thousand other memories were simply not worth your attention, and, of course, you never scolded yourself for the forgetfulness inherent in your age. you were above it all.
Rezef easily distinguished among the crowd a lady dressed in thick silk with bare shoulders. on your neck, which he did not hesitate to stare at, there was a pair of pearl necklace with a large emerald. when you met his gaze, you smiled falsely and slightly bowed your head.
middle-aged count, whose name he could not remember, looked at the woman in the corner of the hall, and scratched his gray beard with a smile.
"gorgeous, isn't she?" â an old dog next to him grinned vulgarly â "the beauty of the empire, they say."
"what a wonder." â Rezef did not take his strangely enchanted gaze off you, and the words escaped from his lips with a gasp â "it's not a pity to fall in love with such a creature." â he said maliciously, as if he concluded for himself.
the crown prince walked towards you, ignoring the knowing look of the nameless old man beside him.
he walked confidently, with a deceptively friendly smile, and would have been incredibly ridiculous to you if he hadn't been so handsome.
"good night to you, lady [name]." â Rezef smiled warmly, and held out his hand in a snow-white glove to you, â "may I keep you company?"
he kissed your palm, and without waiting for consent, sat down next to you.
you talked about various nonsense; Rezef did not take his shining eyes off you and listened, and you chatted in a dry tone about the opera, exhibitions and the weather in the capital, hardly forcing yourself to remember the topics that the ladies had already retold a hundred times.
but the guests were invited to the cotillion, and you left the little prince as easily as you accepted him into your shining company.
with the last round of the dance, everything that was happening completely mixed up in your head into a bright, stuffy mess, accompanied by the imperial orchestra and the clatter of shoes on the lacquered parquet.
and in the end, caught by the prince's arm, you were only a little confused, but you didn't show it.
"why won't you stay the night at the palace?" â Rezef said, whose broad chest rose and fell rapidly after dancing, just like your own.
you raised your eyebrows, looking at him from under your eyelashes, and fell into thought, accompanied by the prince to one of the front balconies.
normally, you wouldn't mind spending the night with such a handsome man, but today you didn't want carnal pleasures at all. and of course, you could afford to just turn down the prince like that; just because you're not in the mood, just because you don't want to.
"thank you for the offer, your highness, however, I will refrain." â you said.
for a second, when his eye twitched, you saw something unpleasantly bitter in Rezef's soft features, a mixture of disappointment with something else. but you didn't care to the depths of your callous heart; today you're not in the mood, today you're not having any fun at all.
and what was the point of that endless journey that you called life if you weren't having fun?
Rezef fell silent, maintaining his sugary smile and standing next to you, and you leaned on the marble railing, looking up at the sky.
the pale disk of the moon is floating high on the horizon. there was music coming from the ballroom, the rustle of dresses and the clatter of shoes, irritating your ears; the little prince had been gathering his thoughts for a couple of minutes to speak; and you rested your chin on your silk-gloved hand.
"tell me, lady [name]." â your bored gaze returned to the Crown Prince, â "this night, the moon and the stars, and me, doesn't that remind you of anything?"
you raised your eyebrow. even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to remember; over the years, memories inevitably dimmed and got lost.
Rezef looked at you expectantly, with almost childish anticipation. a sick gleam flashed in his eyes.
the longer your silence dragged on, the more you disliked his face, his eyes; the childish interest in his handsome features contrasted unpleasantly with the look of a madman. as if you won't say what he wants to hear now, the earth itself will crack and split in half.
"I'm afraid not, your highness. nothing at all." â you said, lightly shaking your shoulders.
the little prince didn't say anything else. his lips trembled, and he stared into the distance, clearly terribly disappointed.
the last night of spring burned out in your cold eyes, and you sighed indifferently.
âĄ
Rezef remembered his childhood well. in a world where everyone hated him, for some reason, there were no pretty princesses or kind older sisters. nobody. at all.
there was only a lady dressed in silk and the moon.
you came to him in dreams; whether out of boredom or out of simple human pity, he didn't know. you came because you could and wanted to; because you said you loved doing what you wanted.
it was just the two of you in this dream world. you told him all the life you could remember; and you had a long one, longer than the biggest cat's tail.
the boy lay on your lap and listened, and sometimes cried.
in this world its eat or be eaten, but you definitely won't eat him.
"they all say that I have no place in this world. that I'd better disappear." â little prince was clutching the silk of your dress tightly in his hands and squinting. â "I hate them."
"all of them?" â you answered with a relaxed, lazy smile, running your hand through the boy's golden hair.
"you and I have a lot in common. that's the way life is, child. when you grow up, you definitely start hating someone." â you were grinning. â "and you cry and feel sad a lot."
"when I become emperor, I will definitely make you the happiest in the whole world! so that you will never cry again." â the boy squeezed your hands tightly in his palms and smiled radiantly. he hesitated slightly, and looked at you from under his golden eyelashes. "but you didn't tell me your name."
"[name]." â you breathed out laughingly.
"aren't you a fairy by any chance?" â little prince tilted his head to the side, looking at you with a radiant gaze of his blue eyes.
"perhaps." â you giggled.
prince laughed loudly. a fake moon was hanging over you two, and fake stars were shining; everything in the dream world is fake â you told him.
but he liked these strange dreams. and wanted them to become real; to have a real moon, real stars, and only him and you.
âĄ
every time already grown-up Rezef met the woman from his dreams, he felt his heart beating faster.
human heart, such a fragile and pathetic little thing. how many of these hearts have you got your hands on?
he would gladly have torn out each one with his own hands.
the love for you, which has passed through the years, was like bitter liquor sliding down his throat. after it, the stomach turns out, but it intoxicates so much that he can't hold himself from taking another sip.
there is no light in him to give you. all he has is the suffocating darkness of his mind, cultivated by the mores of the palace, the thirst for power and cruelty. but just as no one else besides yourself mattered to you, Rezef didn't give a damn about the nature of his feelings.
poor, pathetic little prince. no one told him that this is not the way he should love someone. like a child who has not been taught to walk, and now it's crawling.
he's still holding back, but if necessary, Rezef will gladly drag you with him into the depths of hell.
but it hurts so much. every time he sees you laughing with someone else, smiling at someone else, he wants to cry.
it should be me! â his heart screams â it should be me! â his wounded soul cries while the prince stands over the corpse of one of your suitors, whom Rezef himself turned into a bloody mess. you should have held his hand. should have been smiling at him.
when someone's neck crunched under his hands again, he thought about you. would you praise him if Rezef brought you this man's head? for your smile, he would give his own heart, still fresh, in warm blood, right out of the gaping hole in his chest.
if you knew, you'd laugh.
because you are eternal, and he is just a human being. Inevitably, there will come a day when you will live, but Rezef will not. one day he will die, will end, and you will laugh coldly and continue your endless journey.
no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, you will always have an escape route. you can leave him.
unfair.
Rezef was even a little mad at you for that. he loved you so much; if you had only fluttered your eyelashes once and smiled â even falsely â he would have laid the whole world at your feet!
but you're breaking him. you don't care. you're only interested as long as you're having fun.
oh, how he despised that feeling, and despised you. how much he wanted to kill all the butterflies in his stomach, tear out every shiny wing; wanted to never see your mocking smile and indifferent eyes again, one fleeting glance of which easily made Rezef forget about al struggles for the throne.
he loved you as he had never loved anyone before; and hated because he didn't want to love, because he knew that you won't ever reciprocate.
âĄ
he and you could't be called friends, however, in the capital's high society, almost all of its representatives were friends and enemies at the same time. in any case, it was not shameful for the crown prince to visit the daughter of the richest man in the empire for dinner.
tall pine trees lined up in orderly rows along the hectares of the estate's garden, shining with luxury no worse than the imperial palace. they bowed their gloomy heads and silently greeted the carriage that evening under the hot july sun that had not yet set.
after dinner was served and eaten, you ordered one of your maids to serve tea in the garden.
"undoubtedly, what happened to the count's daughter is a disgrace to the whole family, however, I cannot help but sympathize with her." â you talked a lot again and at the same time didn't actually say anything.
the only good thing about such conversations about nothing was the opportunity to listen to your measured, eternally bored voice, and just look at you like at a painting in a museum.
the upper world was completely fake and unnatural, and you gladly accepted this fake as a living embodiment of it. and Rezef was willing to play along, because he was the prince, because it was necessary to. and so your conversation drifted from topic to topic, from one rumor to another. the warm wind made him close his sapphire eyes.
"I've seen you in my dreams, marchioness. when I was little." â the crown prince lazily tilted his head to the side, â "I know you, yet you don't remember me. isn't that unfair?" â he said with mock, with sarcastic sadness.
"is it?" â you took a sip of flower tea from a porcelain cup â "well, life is full of injustices, your highness."
a small cabbage butterfly landed right on your finger, moving its thin paws under the cold gaze of your eyes.
"lady, do you like butterflies?" â the prince smiled warmly â "there are a lot of them in your garden."
"only poisonous ones, perhaps." â you replied, and with a smile reflecting his own, squeezed the butterfly in your hand. â "they bring death, yet die themselves if I squeeze my hand just like that. how curious."
"and what about you?" â Rezef, as if enchanted, watched the transparent wings fall on the countertop â "can't you die?"
"I can't be killed in a way that matters." â you answered with a grin, as if you were repeating these words for the thousandth time.
prince pursed his lips in a forced smile. in the end, nothing has changed; he is still just a man at the walls of the eternal city. you won't listen, won't understand, and won't love.
because eternity is beautiful by itself, eternity does not need anyone else.
Rezef likes to think he's doing the right thing.
It's your fault. you could not smile at him so beautifully, not illuminate his darkness with your cold light, not make him feel this.
he didn't want to expose the ugliness of his soul, didn't want to go that far. it's all because of you. you don't even know what an insane cocktail of love and hatred you're making him feel.
and you also don't know that your tea is poisoned.
âĄ
"do you like your new quarters?" â Rezef almost purred, â "I was trying to guess your preferences, but if something doesn't suit you, be sure to tell me."
huh?
"you won't feel a need for anything," â little prince smiled radiantly, â "prepare to enjoy family life. just have fun and obey me, and I will make you the happiest in the whole world."
what?
Rezef was sitting, busily folding his beautiful hands, and enjoying for the first time the confused, trembling look in your eyes.
a giant bedroom, a four-poster bed, silk sheets on which you were sitting, a translucent nightgown that barely hides anything, and a scarlet ribbon around your neck.
while you were looking around uncomprehendingly, the prince sat down on the bed next to you and smiled sickly.
you saw that abomination again in the bright blue; the look of a pure madman, love which became an illness, mixed with almost animal hatred. a ribbon around your neck.
did he just put you on a leash, like you were some lap dog? that pup, who cried on your lap? you, a being older than his entire palace? you, for whom biting off someone's head is like having breakfast?
you haven't been humiliated like this in the last half-millennium.
"child." â you said slowly and quietly, and in your dry voice there was no trace of the cheeky, fake politeness peculiar to this aristocratic disguise of yours â "I'll pull your guts out through your mouth." â your lips trembled in sheer rage.
Rezef stroked your head and sighed.
"you came into my life so easily. it didn't mean anything to you, did it?" â the corner of his eye twitched, and he laughed bitterly, â "don't think I'll let you go now. never."
hit landed right on the bridge of his nose. you turned out to be much stronger than he expected, and your face was distorted with rage like he had never seen before. Rezef felt his nose bleed.
was the devil himself looking at him through your eyes now? â he thought with a strange calmness.
you hit a couple more times, and, shaking the blood off your knuckles, tore the ribbon from your neck.
how dare he? all of them are just actors in your endless play. if you're not having fun, then none of this makes sense. if you're not having fun, then what are you living for?
you were breathing fast, and were silent. it was as if for eternity you two just looked at each other; you â with fury, he â with calmness, even affably. you were sick of that expression.
but that rage of yours quickly subsided. it wasn't that you forgave him, it was just that after a couple of days you got bored with being violent.
and a year later, you stopped paying attention to the seemingly completely insane circumstances of your new life at all. you didn't mind his sole yet imaginary control over you, just because he didn't mean that much to you.
even now, nothing has changed at all.
and with the tendons cut at your ankles, looking at him with the same bored eyes, you were still disgustingly beautiful to him in the moonlight on the last night of spring.
"tomorrow I will become emperor." â instead of greeting you, Rezef said, entering the room. his face did not express joy, rather, bewilderment, as if he himself for some reason was not completely happy with it.
"yeah." â you said, without looking up from the book, â "congratulations."
now it was difficult for you to move around by yourself, so Rezef usually carried you in his arms.
he sat down on the bed and put his head on your lap and frowned.
"tell me, [name]," â he looked up at you, and when he met your impassive face, he forced a smile, â "why do I feel like I'll never see you again?"
"because you won't. I'm bored." â you shrugged and continued, â "you know, I could hate you." â you spoke calmly and dryly â "but you're not worth it. because in the end, I go on living; I always go on, and you, child, will fall into the very depths of hell."
you stroked his golden hair and smiled calmly. Rezef hid his face on your hips.
"I don't regret anything," â little prince suddenly said softly and laughed.
the last night of spring burned out in your eyes as you disappeared.
brotha euugh
one day I'll go to therapy and stop being funny but not today
I finished playing slow damage and it's the best novel in my life (that shit destroyed me)
also good ends are for weak
I mean I write for yanderes ofc there's not gonna be anything good
it's either normal or "we're fucked" here
also I'm physically intolerable to good endings and will cry if I'd ever had to write one (I love sufferings)
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere#yandere rezef hill#yandere manhwa x reader#rezef hill#yandere imagines#misha.writes
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nose in a book {bucky barnes}
plot: the coffee shop you and bucky frequent is also a library and every week, you have your nose in a new book.
request by sunflowerkitten2: a coffee shop meet-cute
character: reader x bucky barnes
In all of his years, Bucky Barnes had been to hundreds of coffee shops and had drank thousands of crappy cups of coffee but recently, he'd began to drink at this coffee shop. It was a small shop, half library half coffee shop with warm lighting and a nostalgic musky smell from the old books that adorned the shelves. There was a certain charm to it but the coffee certainly wasn't it. The coffee was actually pretty awful but there was a reason that Bucky kept coming back to this one.
The reason was you.
Each time Bucky came into the small shop, there you sat same time every Saturday morning, same time but always with a different book in your hand. From the first time Bucky entered that coffee shop, he was intrigued by you.
You were usually too concentrated on the book to look up at him when the chime of the door went as he walked in. Sometimes you caught each other's eye and exchanged friendly smiles but that was rare.
Bucky had never approached you, he wanted to but he wasn't that confident around asking beautiful people out anymore. He had changed a lot since the forties. Today though, the book you held in your hands was familiar to him... in fact it was one of his favourites; The Hobbit.
"You know," he said gently as he approached you, voice soft so's not to scare you, "I was there when they first printed that book."
With the comment, you expected it to be attached to a ninety year old man (which he was but you didn't know that yet) and instead you were met with the blue eyes of a very handsome thirty something year old. You laughed, "That's a rubbish pick up line," you teased.
Bucky frowned, "Not a pick up line, doll," he said, "I was actually there. 1937. What a year."
You blinked at him, insanely confused, before your foot pushed out the chair across from me, "Okay, I gotta hear this... How?"
He sat with a smile, reaching his hand across the table to shake yours, "Bucky Barnes, ma'am. Pleasure to meet you." Bucky... Barnes. That name sounded familiar.
Then it clicked.
"Oh!" You exclaimed with a little surprise as your shook his glove clad hand, "Oh my god, you look so good for your age." You hadn't meant to say that, it sounded pretty fucking weird but Bucky's face split into a wide grin. You were amusing. Usually, when people realised who Bucky was they recoiled with fear or at the very least they'd be apprehensive to talk to a ninety something assassin but you... you looked intrigued? He laughed, thanking you for the compliment that slipped out.
"Have you read Lord of the Rings?" You asked him with slightly warm cheeks.
It was his turn to be confused, "I don't think I've ever heard of them."
"Oh my god!" You gasped, "So obviously this is the Hobbit and this is a prequel to The Lord of the Rings which is hands down one of the best series ever written. They made movies of them too! It follows Bilbo's nephew, Frodo and his quest to destroy the Ring."
Bucky vaguely recalled Stark talking about movies that sounded similar to that title, "Are they any good?" He asked, genuinely curious, "To be honest, I've not seen many movies."
"They're so good. They made Hobbit movies too. Three."
He frowned, "Three movies? Did two more Hobbit books come out then?"
You shook your head, explaining that it was three movies centred around the one book, "I really liked them," you shrugged, "but is that because I just absolutely love the Hobbit? Who knows?"
As you and Bucky continued to chat you realised a very important fact, "I just realised I never told you my name," you said stopping mid sentence, "I'm (y/n). It's so nice to meet you, Bucky."
Bucky grinned, "Trust me, doll, pleasure's all mine... Now, can I buy you another cup of coffee?"
#one shot#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#fic#os#marvel#marvel imagine#avengers imagine#avengers#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky#bucky barnes imagine#imagine
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