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spidernerdsblog · 3 years ago

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Hey there! This request is based on the photo u reblogged for MMIH maybe one of Tom's enemies came to their house or office and trying to threaten him and our guy is with complete swag, thn his kids come running to him and he sends them back and is like "so where were we?" Sry if this is too specific 😅😅

This pic screams MMIH Tom. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

He rules the city

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

The atmosphere in the room is tense as Tom sits on his expensive leather chair with a glass of whiskey in hand, the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the soft yellow light of the room. The very image of him reeks of triumph and power. In front of him sat one of his old enemies turned allies from his initial days in the mob, Arnold Mathews. Harrison is also present in the room sitting on the nearby couch keeping a watchful eye on Arnold and his men.

“This isn’t a fight or debate,” Tom told Arnold curtly, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips. To be honest Tom is the one who is doing a favor here by hearing him out on the first place even though he has no desire to do so. He let go everything of his past life to start afresh and he has zero interest to fuck this up by digging up some old graves for the sake of old alliances. No way he is going to allow them to use him as a pawn in their fight with the Gambino's. The stakes would be a lot more higher this time with you and the kids and he isn’t going to risk it at all.

“We had a deal and it will benefit both of us, Tom,” he reminds him as Tom puts down the glass on the table smacking his lips while Arnold continues “you don’t have to do anything but give me that part of your territory,” Tom leans on the table with both his elbows, his expression unreadable as he stared at him coldly making him lower his voice “only for a little while, just so we can strike first. You’re closer to the Gambino's. You don’t want your men to be involved in this, so what other choice do I have than to do it myself?” he squeaks out the last sentence intimated with the intense gaze Tom was looking at him.

“And how are you going to do that?” after a brief silence Tom asks.

“Your men are positioned between Bath and Bristol, give me that area so that I can take his men down” Arnold starts to speak terms “we’ll take them all down at the same time and any man who stands against us will be killed. It’s simple either join us or die like the rest of them”

“I’ve heard this all before,” Tom mutters. Tom had to grow up witnessing the whole rivalry with the Gambino's even though his dad ultimately won but a lot of lives were lost all in the name of greed for more power and territory.

“Just give me access to that area and the suppliers for the guns” he sounds desperate as he adds, “that’s what you agreed to before you left everything!”

Tom starts to get slightly irritated not liking the commanding tone of his voice as he starts to weigh the options of killing each and every one of his men in the room. It wouldn’t take much time moreover Harrison is here with him and he knows he could hold his own.

“You want me to back down, clear the path for your men?” he asks him.

“They’ll never see it coming if we take them from both your side and mine. We attack them on the border of your territory—” before he could finish Tom cuts him off.

“Yeah and then he’ll think it’s me who is behind all of this. When he gets the news of his men dying around the borders of my territory, he’ll come after me without a second thought!” he slams his hand on the table agitatedly “this isn’t me starting a war, it’s you!” he lashes out and just then the door busts open as everything falls silent.

“Daddy!” the room is filled with squeals and laughter as Nate and Leah come running into the office. Tom’s angry demeanor softens immediately and he turns his chair allowing both of them to climb up on his lap.

“Hello my loves, how was your day at school?” he asks with a wide smile.

“Good!” they answer together excitedly.

“That’s nice but where is your mum?”

“Mom is in the garage,” Nate replied. Well that explains their unannounced entry because you would never allow them anywhere near this room. You must have been busy parking the car when these two saw the chance and slipped out. Tom notices Nate and Leah looking at Arnold and his men with a frown on their faces. You both had decided to keep them away from all of this as much as possible though sooner or later they will come to know but for now it’s better this way.

“Well you see dad is a little busy with work right now so I’ll carry you back to your rooms and you wait for your mum ok?” he proposes.

“Ok daddy” they both nod. Tom stands up holding them in his arms and as he walks out of the room he is met with you at the staircase.

“There you are” you heaved out a sigh of relief “didn’t I tell you guys to wait for me? And—” you paused peering inside the room to see Arnold and his men “oh I’m so sorry I forgot you had a meeting. See this why I tell you not to come into this room without my permission”

“It's okay, darling. Nothing is more important to me than my little angels” he kisses them on the top of their foreheads “now go to your mum and as soon as I’m done with work we’ll build the new lego set I bought you” he promises as you take them from his arms and carry them to your room.

Tom goes back to his office, shutting the door behind him he asks “so where were we?”

“Tom, you really need to help us out” Arnold tells him with all sincerity.

“No I can’t and now you may leave” he says sternly “Harrison show them the way out”

“No, wait!” Arnold bangs his hands on the wooden table “what if... ” he swallows thickly as he stands up and clears his throat before looking Tom in the eye “once I take over the Gambino’s territory, we could split it.” Tom perks up at the proposal as he gives a small head tilt signaling him to continue “I want to start flooding the product in the market nearby the port area to keep the cops off our backs”

“I don’t see anything relevant in splitting the bloody damn thing” Tom let's out a humorless laugh.

“I only need his business, that's all. I don’t even have enough men to keep a check on the rest of his territory,” he says in a comical tone as if the problem’s already been solved.

“I’m sorry but I’m not interested in expanding anymore territory,” Tom states firmly, crushing away the last bit of hope Arnold had, “but I’d be happy to take a percentage of the profits” he adds “twenty percent of every quarter”

“Deal” Arnold agrees to it instantly, a small smile appears at the corner of Tom’s lips. To this day Tom always has his way in the end even Arnold’s own men stare at him in astonishment. They also know this whole deal is stupid and only Tom would end up profiting because an even-numbered war never ends well. They’ll need extra men to fight the Gambino’s but Tom will give him none. He only wishes they kill each other off like this he will hit two birds with one stone.

“Deal,” Tom says with a tight lipped smile as he outstretches his hand for a handshake.

Meanwhile you were in your room sitting in the middle of the bed with Nate and Leah sitting on either side of you.

“Mommy, who were the scary people?” Leah asks innocently, gripping on the sleeve of your blouse.

“Yes mommy I did not like them too” Nate tells you.

“Oh don’t worry my pumpkins they are no one, just some people daddy used to work with before” you say with a light shrug “you don’t need to be scared of anyone or anything ok? Mom and dad will always protect you from everything” they nod as you pull them closer to your chest caressing the back of their heads as a line of worry creases on your forehead. When Tom decided to leave the underworld you both knew it wouldn't be an easy job severing all the ties. There will always be someone popping up from time to time with some unfinished business. And now that the kids are growing up they also have started noticing things and asking questions out of curiosity. You don’t want the shadows of those horrible days to even touch them but the question is for how long? How long will you be able to protect them from his past, from your past?

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Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #mob! tom #mob! tom holland #dad!tom #tom holland imagines

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years ago

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if you are still doing the character ask and are willing to do this one: Snape?

Of course!! I'm always down for answer old ask memes (and something I reblogged last night isn't old) :D :D

and yissss Snape!

one aspect about them i love: His whole fucking character arc?? But mostly that he represents my favourite thing in fiction which is redemption arcs that don't centre niceness, but rather the goodness/rightness of the actions taken. Because Snape is a nasty piece of work (one of the many reasons I love him), but he also was someone who was trying so hard to do the right thing. Not perfect, by any means (though which of us is? I'll wait), but his arc is one that I really appreciate and honestly, JKR didn't know what she had with him and his role within the narrative.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: mostly the above, honestly. Also the complexity of his situation when he was a kid and young man - the poor kid in a rich kid's game, the family problems at home, being bullied at school, definitely not fitting into the typical English or wizarding world embodiment of masculinity, the desire to be loved and fit in and not knowing how to go about that because it was never modelled in a healthy manner for him - it's all a disaster in the making. The HP fandom is a pretty messy, toxic place that I don't engage in because I love myself too much, but it seems that outside of a niche area of people who understand his character, this seems to be missed. Which is a shame because it means missing a lot of who he is and understanding the nuance of his character.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: aside from the fact that he lived and is in a weirdo ménage a trois with the Malfoys? I headcanon that he for sure has a soft spot for muggle pop culture - something he tells absolutely NO ONE. But he has like posters of Rocky Horror Picture Show, Carrie, Sleepaway Camp, the Exorcist, Amityville Horror etc. (and he is for sure a horror movie buff but also enjoys stupid campy shit). He also has figurines/swag from the films and book series he was into when he was young. Less so as an adult, though he still stays in touch with muggle media and has a secret netflix and crave account.

He definitely prefers vinyl to anything else (cassette/cd/digital) for the tactile nature more than sound-snob stuff. There's a ritual to it and he thrives on ritual.

Smokes. Absolutely smokes. I don't know that he has a brand of choice, but he definitely sneaks out to have a cheeky fag out the back of Hogwarts. McGonagall knows and will sometimes join him.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with: Probably Dumbledore. It's such a fraught, messed up relationship and the dynamic has so many layers to it (and layers I don't think JKR was aware of), so anytime they had scenes together in the books it was always weird and intense and nuanced and I love it.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: So, I love his interactions with Lucius and Narcissa for obvious reasons. And I mean his interactions with Lucius are political and Old Boys Club and stuff - they're very what you would expect of them. Narcissa, though, I wish we had more of. (Also in general, wish we got more Cissa). Like, the scene where she goes to beg him to take care of Draco is super interesting. And it's a weird scene, you know? On the surface, no it's not. But the descriptions of their bodies/the physical interactions are different from what you would expect between them. Her weeping on his chest - just the sheer amount of touch that happens between them when in general Snape is a physically isolated character. There's depth and potential there and I wish we saw more of it. (big shout out to @frederick-the-great for pointing out that scene specifically in one of our many conversations on snape)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: No support at all from the canon for this (or any of my headcanons, let's be real), but he and McGonagall are bitchy bros. They get together, drink excessive amounts of scotch, smoke too many cigarettes, and bitch about EVERYONE. Especially Dumbledore, Fudge, fellow teachers, parents, and everyone on the Hogwarts Board (or whatever it was called). But really, no one is out of range for them.

Someone once suggested a Hogwarts PTA being created and McGonagall and Snape almost burned the place down. Narcissa had to be like "Lucius, go find whoever suggested that and scare them into backing off before Severus commits arson." and Lucius is like "this is my time to shine. I was made to be a scary enforcer and ominously threatening."

As I said above, obviously Lucius, Narcissa and Snape are secretly married and Snape is part of their Reform/Deprogramming Scheme.

Snape is like: we're going to mind map positive things about muggles. And Lucius is like: they invented guns and I'm pretty chuffed about that.

Snape: No. I mean yes. But like. Never mind, we'll roll with it.

Narcissa: that show about the funny people trying to bake.

Snape: Excellent, great British bake off. Yes. Good.

Lucius: No we like the provincial one from the colonies.

Snape: It is not 1720 Lucius. I know you know this. Stop being deliberately obtuse. And I'm assuming the great Canadian bake off?

Lucius: That's the ticket.

But yeah, boy howdy do so many people in the wizarding world need some form of like...de-cult therapy work. Therapy in general. But also deprogramming from a massive, horrifying death cult!

Oh man I love Snape. He's such a minefield of possibility and really, jkr didn't know what she had with him and probably for the best.

Thank you! <3 <3

#snape #severus snape #ask #reply #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #snucissa #anon #ask meme

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summahsunlight · 4 years ago

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Worth the Risk, Part 13

Rating: Mature(18+only)

Word Count: 2120

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Summary: It’s the 1940s, Army pilot and Captain Poe Dameron is flying on missions for the United States Army in Europe. After being shot down off the coast of France, Poe wakes up in an Army hospital in England, to find you, a nurse, taking care of him. Throughout the process of his recovery, Poe finds himself falling for you, and even though you, for the most part, maintain a professional relationship with him–you’re falling for him as well. Both of you know the risks of falling in love during a war, but then again, both of you have never cared much for being cautious.

Warnings: Angst, gunshot wound, blood (nothing graphic)

Start from the beginning!

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If you like to be added to the taglist just let me know. This series is winding down and I only see it having a few more parts. I hope you are still enjoying it! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!🥰❤️

There had been very little time to breathe since the Army had marched into Paris. They were continuing their push to Germany, which meant endless bombing runs for Poe and Iolo. Endless bombing runs meant very little sleep and living in leaky tents in the woods--Poe had lost more crew than he could ever have imagined in his worst nightmares during this time and the Army granted his squadron a 48 hour leave. Immediately he went to work on finding a way to Paris, on a finding a way to spend as much of that leave with you before he was inevitably back in the air being shot at.

He sat, slumped in his seat on the train, reading over your latest letter. You had spent a lot of time with freed prisoners and your heart was breaking it smaller and smaller pieces each day. Poe wished he could have made it back to Paris sooner to hold you; he could feel your pain in every stroke of your flawless handwriting.

By the time the train arrived in Paris, Poe had read your letters over three times. Tucking them into his rucksack, he slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way off the train. He knew that you would be waiting for him on the platform but when he laid his eyes on you for the first time in months, he couldn't help but smile.

"Poe!" you cried, waving wildly, your smile just as wide as his.

Moving through the crowd, Poe made his way to you, dropping his rucksack at your feet, cupping your face between his hands and kissing you.

You eagerly returned his kiss, wrapping your warms around his neck and melting into his solid form. When you pulled away from his warm lips, you sighed, "I missed you."

He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs and gazed at you with loving eyes. "I missed you, too, sweetheart."

"I wish you had more time to stay in Paris."

"I know; me too. We just have to make the most of it."

Sighing, you rested your forehead against his. With some luck in a few months you would be together back home in America, planning your wedding, meeting each other's families--the war nothing but a distant memory. "Are you hungry? There's a small little cafe near my apartment. By the way, Jess can't wait to see you."

Poe chuckled and pulled away. He reached down and picked his bag up in one hand, and grasped yours in the other. "She just wants to ask me questions about the new recruits, you know if they're cute and available."

You laughed while you walked out of the train station. "That's not all true," you argued with him. "She likes you too."

"Not as much as that sergeant from North Dakota."

"Well, yeah, she can't kiss you but she can kiss him."

"You're the only I want to kiss, sweetheart."

"Smart answer."

He gave your hand a squeeze and laughed. He'd missed you so much over the last several weeks and he wasn't sure when he would be able to see you again--already Poe's heart was breaking thinking about having to leave Paris in two days.

You were just as heartbroken at the same thought--but you did your best to hide your sadness from Poe. Neither of you talked about the war, or your impending separation for the rest of the afternoon, that is until Poe leaned back in his seat at the cafe and sighed, heavily. "Something wrong?" you questioned, sipping your coffee.

Poe ran his tongue over his lips, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his own coffee mug. "When the Army marched into Paris over the summer, I thought it would be over. Maybe I just hoped it would be over."

There was an overwhelming feeling of sadness in his voice. You knew that he had suffered tremendous losses since the Allies had taken Paris back. For a man like Poe, with his big heart, you knew that each loss cut deep. "Darling, there was nothing wrong in hoping."

"I know, I just--I've been away from home for so long now."

"Are you afraid your dad will forget what you look like?"

"No--but my dad is getting up in age--he needs help on the ranch."

"I'm sure he's managing without you for now."

Poe frowned. "I'm worried about him, y/n."

You took a deep breath. "Why?"

He looked at you, sadly. "The anniversary of my mother's death is in a few weeks. My dad...he never really got over my mom...I just worry that he's lonely."

Reaching out you gently placed your hand over his. "Maybe this will be the last anniversary of your mother's passing that you'll miss. Maybe next year, you'll be home on the ranch."

"I hope so," Poe mumbled, running his thumb over your knuckles.

"When was the last time your wrote to your dad?" you asked, softly.

"Right before Normandy."

"Poe, that was months ago."

"There hasn't been time."

"You've found the time to write to me."

Poe looked at you, guilty. "You're easier to write too than my dad. You know what it's like to be in the thick of this war--I don't want to worry my dad too much."

Gently you shook your head. "Poe, your dad is a war veteran himself--I'm sure he knows exactly what is going on. Not writing to him is going to make him worry even more about you if you ask me."

He looked wounded. "You really know how to make a guy feel better, ya know that?"

Smiling, you looked him straight in the eye. "I'm just being honest with you."

"I know--and you're right--I need to get in touch with him."

"Promise you'll write to him before you leave Paris?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Good. I'll even make sure it gets in the mail for you."

Kissing your hand, he thanked you. Poe briefly wondered how he had survived without you--and if he had never been shot down, he may never have met you. He might have already passed his mother's ring onto you--under the guise of safe keeping--but he couldn't wait for the war to be over so he could properly ask you to marry him. "Shall we get out of here, darling?"

You smiled coyly at him, knowing exactly what was on his mind. "And go where, Captain?"

Poe sighed, lightly. "Oh, maybe a walk along the river....back to your room..."

"Let's go then," you said, standing up.

"Let's go," he echoed, tossing some money on the table and following you wherever you were going to lead him.

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Forty-eight hours went by way too fast for either of your likening, and after a tear filled good-bye, Poe found himself back with the Army. He felt more exhausted then ever with the cold weather moving in. He did hold true to his promise and wrote a letter to his dad, he even hand delivered a letter from Jess to the sergeant from North Dakota. Poe could never remember his name but he seemed excited to receive the letter.

Iolo grinned at him. "Look at you, playing cupid."

Poe rolled his eyes and pulled his coat closer to his body. "I didn't miss your shit for the last two days, Arana."

"Sure. That's fair. You were with your lady."

"What did you do?"

"Me? Found a nice village, got drunk, kissed a few French girls."

"A few?"

"Hey, I'm not attached so I'm not picky."

Laughing, Poe turned towards the tent he was sharing with his wingman and best friend. After Snap's death, the pair had become closer, looking out for each other as best they could--being there for each other after each and every loss. Poe felt grateful that he had a friend like Iolo--he didn't know what he'd do if he was facing the horrors of war each day alone.

Iolo was going on about something or another as they walked; Poe was so engrossed in what his friend was saying that he felt the gunshot before he heard it. The bullet tore through his upper left arm, burning, and Arana shouted, "Captain!"

Poe clutched at the fresh wound, blood seeping through his fingers and Iolo pulled him to safety as the ground troops sprinted into action trying to find where the shooter was hiding. "Fuck!" Poe cursed when he finally saw the blood on his hands, the pain coursing through his body.

"Easy, Poe," Iolo said, waving down a medic. "Looks like a flesh wound--you should live."

"Great, just great. It still fucking hurts!" Poe snapped at him. His face went white. "Don't tell her, Arana, please don't tell, y/n."

"You want me to lie to your girlfriend?"

"Yes! She doesn't need to know if I'm gonna live!"

"She's gonna know when she sees the scar!"

"And I'll tell her the story then!"

Iolo rolled his eyes as the medic joined him. "Ya might want to check his skull after you finish with that arm--he's talking batshit crazy."

Poe wanted to punch him but his arm hurt too damn much. He just didn't want you to worry about something as unnecessary as a flesh wound. "Can you hit him for me?" he begged the medic tending to his arm.

The medic looked anxiously between the two pilots. He was fresh on the field so clearly, he didn't understand their antics. "Sir... I'm just here to treat your arm. You'll...you'll...have to settle your differences with the Lieutenant on your own terms."

"In other words--he'd rather not get involved," Iolo chuckled. "It's cute he thinks we have some kind of beef with one another."

"Don't worry, once my arm is patched, I'm gonna punch you," Poe countered, curtly, to which Iolo responded with laughter. "I'm serious Arana!"

"Sure, sure, you're gonna punch me with your non-dominant arm."

"Fuck! Come on, man, just do it for me!"

The medic finished up dressing Poe's wound and quickly moved on to help the next guy. Iolo reached out and pat his friend on the shoulder. "Fuck Poe, don't scare me like that again," the other pilot whispered, seriously. "We've been through hell but I'm not sure I'm ready to lose another man I consider a brother."

Poe sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that if the bullet was in centimeters in a certain direction he'd be dead. "I know," he responded, all the venom from earlier gone from his voice. "But I'm serious, please don't tell her. She worries enough as it is."

"Don't worry," Iolo said, firmly, "your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks buddy," Poe whispered, opening his eyes. "I owe you one."

"She's gonna find out, ya know."

"Yeah... yeah I know. I'll deal with it then."

Iolo frowned at him and helped him to his feet. Quietly, the two friends walked back to their tent and didn't speak about the gunshot wound in Poe's arm again.

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You did find out--from North Dakota boy when he came to visit Jess.

He'd casually talked about as if you and Jess knew it had happened. It wasn't until he saw your eyes go wide and Jess' mouth fall open in shock that he was aware he'd let the secret out. Poe was probably going to beat his ass when he got back to camp for this...

...you excused yourself and found a small closet in the hospital to shut yourself away in and have a good cry.

After the day you'd had, nursing freed German prisoners back to health, holding their hands while the fate of their loved ones was either dealt to them or still kept a mystery, and crying at their bedside as they took their last breath. In between all that you were still expected to perform your duty as a lieutenant and care for the wounded soldiers.

It was clear why Poe hadn't told you he'd been shot--he knew the fragile state you were living in, but was this better? Finding out this way, from Jess' new boyfriend?

"Lieutenant?" Jess called on the other side of the door. "Are you okay?"

No! "I'm....fine...I just need a moment," you replied, wiping your eyes on the back of your hand. "I'll...be out soon."

You heard footsteps fading away and knew she had left you alone. If you could, you would have stayed in that closet all day--but the airhorn went off, signaling incoming wounded. Dusting yourself off, you got to your feet, and went to work. There was still a war going on after all.

#my writing #star wars imagine #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #WW2 AU #100 followers celebration #worth the risk

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cazimagines · 3 years ago

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Let's play a game! Mix your favourites characters and create a new one with you favourites things about them 😁 You don't have to think so much or really creat an OC, I just wanna know how yours would be 😉

This is so interesting! Of course, this being an account dedicated to Daniel my brain instantly went to his characters, though then I remembered I could include other characters as well outside of the Danny bunch. So now my mind is ablaze with thoughts!

I think firstly I would take Andrea and choose the whole cottagecore vibes he has. I mean I love cottagecore so much I want to live the cottagecore life when I am older with my cottagecore partner just like Andrea. But yeah I would take that aspect of him. Then with Laszlo, I think I would like the shy part of his personality. Laszlo isn't that shy as we know, he loves to get into people's business but he certainly has that more awkward and shy side when confronted with things like love and friendship issues. I find it so adorable! That whole dinner scene with Mary is just so cute. So yeah I would also like to take that. Choosing one last Danny bunch, I think I would also choose Zemo's swag, though the oc might have that more shy nature they can also have that big dick energy as well at times just like Zemo. And maybe they could have his money as well.

I think I'll choose two more characters from outside the Danny bunch and for that, I will go with Thranduil and Loki! I love how Thranduil looks especially his long hair. God is that beautiful so I think my oc would look just like him, having that majestic appearance. Having everyone swooning after them because Thranduil is just amazing. And then lastly I go with Loki who I also love dearly. I think for that I will choose his mischief. All those tricks he played on Thor would be fun to have in an OC, especially this one. Getting up to mischief and pranking people though they never really mean any harm.

So yeah guess this is the character I've created, it was quite fun! If anyone else wants to make one feel free to reblog and add your own! Thank you for the ask!

#cazzyanswers

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hypnowave · 4 years ago

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers ❤

okay ily for sending me this no joke!! this is such a huge infodump i'm actually going to cry

1) just dance + dance central 3,, you DEFINITELY expected this one, i never shut up about how much i love both of these games and how they've helped me get exercise 6 days a week during the pandemic. i don't even OWN a copy of dance central 3 yet (though that might change when i get off my ass and actually spend some time looking at secondhand xbox 360s and kinect sensors) but it was something i was completely obsessed with in my childhood and it feels really nice to be able to talk about how happy it makes me without feeling shameful about it being weird or niche. it's a game where you can time travel using the power of swag dance moves, what's not to love?? on the other hand, i got a digital copy of just dance 2020 on discount not long after i got my switch, and i've managed to get the megastar rating on 95 songs so far! i'm hoping to hit 100 before just dance 2021 releases in two to three days, but even if i don't manage to get it by then, i'm still pretty excited to hit that milestone. i'm also currently trying to memorize the choreography for the alternate routine for lady gaga's bad romance and oof ouch my bones

2) i started watching buzzfeed unsolved true crime about two days ago and i'm absolutely hooked. i have no idea how i've gone so long without watching it (save for one episode that i took a look at because i was curious about the particular case they were talking about), but it's nice finally having something to put on while i eat my meals that isn't pokemon or among us. both games are great, but sometimes you just need to throw something fresh into the mix, y'know? it also feels nice going on a true crime kick again in general, haha.

3) I LOVE MY CHARACTERS AND ART and i've been drawing a lot of humans recently! i feel like i'm actively improving and that i'm gradually becoming more confident with my human artwork. i'm no maestro and i know my work isn't astounding by any means, but doodling my friends' characters and seeing their reactions has helped me push forward and try new things when it comes to art. i don't draw my own characters as often, but i've been working on some new plots and it's slowly coming together and it's giving me that sweet sweet serotonin. tangentially related but my FRIENDS' characters and art also makes me incredibly happy. i'm now going to annoy the hell out of them by tagging them; @/polygarnstars you know i would absolutely die for all of your characters (especially bate and fanael. horrible children) + i swear you know my own characters better than i do, @supernovacity if i had a nickel for every time i drew eyvind i'd probably be able to get a better laptop and drawing tablet by now, @arasolcan YOUR CHARACTER CONCEPTS AND DESIGNS SLAP and i always love when i get a chance to hear about them and doodle them, @kingsmanmechanics the starboys live rent free in my head and our current AU is SO GOOD i love it, @fihyn hello i love elvoth and co., and i should honestly take a shot and drawing more of your characters!! they're so unique and i'm excited to see what you have planned for 'em.

4) my cats,, i have five cats and they all share one brain cell. mochi usually has that brain cell. kiki still doesn't understand that she's not allowed on the bed and i've given up on trying to convey it to her sgdhgnshfkd

5) uhh i'm highkey blanking out because i really gotta go get some sleep but man, i can't believe i'm in university. sure, it's a stressful thing to go through, and i'm not going to pretend that the pandemic isn't making it even harder to socialize and get out of my comfort zone, but a year ago i was thoroughly convinced that i wouldn't get to experience this. the fact that i managed to get here and study the things i'm interested is amazing to me and i don't think i give myself enough credit for that :")

#ask.msg #rey.log #long post #i want to put a readmore here but i don't know if tumblr would let me #so very sorry

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shreddedparchment · 6 years ago

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Bubbles

for @ravennightingaleandavatempus

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 5,017

A/N: I am so sorry that this is so fucking late. Like, super late! But I hope this makes up for it. I am super tired so this is not edited much. Please excuse any typos and I will come back when I am more alert and fix it up. This is my first Stucky fic EVER so please be kind! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“Okay, I know that things are really tough right now with two investors backing out so I need you guys to see where we can cut costs.” You flip to the next page in the black leather folder sitting before you on the beautiful redwood meeting table in the Avengers Compound common room. “We’re spending fifteen hundred dollars on centerpieces? Is that really necessary? This is a publicity dinner. Check to see what else we can do for centerpieces. Swag. Slap an ‘Avengers’ A on some money clips and wallets, maybe some baseball caps? Okay? Brainstorm and we’ll meet in a week.”

The six marketing department employees under you start to rise and gather up their notes and phones before they begin to make their way towards the stairs and elevator.

“Thanks Team!” You yell after them, hoping it isn’t too late.

They’re not unhappy but you can see the stress in their faces over this stupid dinner. Since Bucky came back into the picture, he’s been working as an Avenger in secret. Spotted a couple times and plastered all over the news, the former Winter Soldier has everyone on edge. Everyone that doesn’t know him.

Bucky also isn’t the warmest Avenger and he’s kept from interacting with the other employees. Your own marketing team doesn’t know how to approach this dinner because they don’t know him. Not like you do.

You hadn’t been expecting to fall in love with James Buchanan Barnes. In fact, you hadn’t even been sure you were going to like him.

Steve spoke about him in length over the time you two have known each other. It wasn’t long before you realized that there had been more to them than brotherhood and friendship. Their relationship had been complicated and had many layers.

So, when Steve showed up at Triskelion after the Battle of New York looking for you, you’d been first; relieved to see him. Second; surprised that he came to find you. And Third; extremely shocked when he marched into your office, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you hard.

“Ow.” You gasp, surprised by the roughness of Steve’s sudden kiss.

“Sorry.” Steve gasps, still wearing his Captain America uniform. He looks good but before today you would have never admitted it aloud. “Sorry. I just…got excited. I mean, the world almost ended.”

He explains himself breathing heavily as if he’s still amidst the fight with the Chitauri. His shoulders are heaving, wide and hard, his chest pressed closely to yours. It’s an impossible position that you’d never expected to find yourself in. With your hands gently gripping his shoulder blades you stare up into his storm blue eyes with a million questions yearning for answers.

“I-” You swallow the lump in your throat and laugh once, still not believing that Captain fucking America is holding you in his arms. “I thought you and Bucky were like, together? A thing?”

“Well, we were. I mean, not really. We shared a few special moments and Buck was very special to me, but I was technically with Peggy.”

“So, you’re not just into guys?”

“I’m not really into guys. I was only every interested in Bucky. But it was the 40’s. What could we do? That kind of love wasn’t acceptable at the time.” He looks a little sad as he says it. “And then I lost him so, there was no point in dwelling on what might have been.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, hating yourself for bringing up such a painful subject.

“No.” Steve insists, wrapping you up more tightly and stealing your breath. ��When things started to go south today, when I thought that I wasn’t going to get out of New York alive, you were there in my mind, telling me to keep fighting.”

“Me?” You shake your head.

“You. Your voice, your face, you kept me going, Y/N. I would have been here sooner, but we had to help civilians and when things calmed down Tony insisted we all had to go get some Shawarma. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so I just went and sat there with my head hanging, impatiently waiting for everyone to finish eating so that I could get my ass over here, to you, so that I could hold you like this and kiss you—not like I just kissed you, I’m sorry I hurt you—and to tell you that…I love you, Y/N. I think I’ve loved you since the day you snuck me a hotdog after I woke up.”

You laugh, nearly in tears as you remember the afternoon after Steve had been awoken from his seventy-year nap. He must be starving. Is all you could think that day and because they were keeping an eye on him to make sure that he was okay—though honestly after his break out and the run through Time’s Square, they should have known that he was perfectly fine—you had to sneak in some food for him. A couple of hot dogs and some soda, courtesy of a small shop down the block with hotdogs to die for.

“Well, I thought you might be hungry.”

“And I have been. Starving, Y/N, but for this.” He tightens his arms, leaning in closer to you so that he can graze his nose against your once more stealing your oxygen. “For you. Tell me this isn’t just me?”

It takes you a few very tense seconds to answer in which you watch his storm blue eyes flit back and forth between yours as he tries to read you before you can answer.

“No.” You finally sigh. “It’s not just you.”

Steve smiles and it’s so blindingly beautiful you nearly lose your footing as your knees buckle. Lucky, Steve’s already holding you taut and so he only strengthens his grip as he leans down slowly to meet your lips in another kiss. Luckily, this one is much softer as his strong hands tenderly stroke your back and sides while he deepens the kiss and draws you into a haze with his seductive French kiss.

“Hey, saleswoman, how’d the meeting go?”

You look up from your spot at the table and shut your folder and pick it up to hold against your chest then grab your phone and hold that in your free hand. You then descend the stairs and approach Mr. Stark a he eyes you and the last of your marketing team disappearing down the stairs.

“It went alright. We’re lacking some funds, but we’ll be alright. Thanks for lending me the space. Our offices are still being remodeled. Any idea when they’re gonna be done?”

“I’ll ask the bossy.” Stark says.

“Aren’t you the boss?” You ask confused.

“Pepper says ‘no’. Investors pull out?”

“Uh, yeah.” You sigh heavily. “It looks like some of the senators are not as convinced of Bucky’s rehabilitation as we thought. They’re nervous about backing him with his shady history.”

Stark sighs heavily, widening his eyes as he considers his own dark history with Bucky. You always feel weird bringing him up.

“Yeah, well, something tells me it’s more about them not wanting anyone poking around the skeletons in their closets. Sign me up. I’ll cover what they withdrew.”

“No, Mr. Stark, you don’t have to do that. We’ll be alright, we can cut costs.” You assure him, hating the idea that Stark is doing this to be nice for you, and tying himself to something related with Bucky when he might still just want to kill the guy.

“No. Really. I think it’s time we bury the hatchet and it doesn’t seem like he’s going anywhere. As much as I’d love to put a bullet in his head, he’s important to Steve and you’re important to Steve so, sign me up. Call Pepper, she’ll get you a check.” Mr. Stark gives you a small and very quick smile before pulling the hands from his well-tailored suit and heading towards the stairs himself.

“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Stark. That means a lot.” You call towards him. “To Steve too, I’m sure.”

Stark stops to look at you when he reaches the top of the stairs. “It’s Tony, kid. I’ll see you around.”

“Right…Tony. Thank you.” You call out after him as he descends the stairs and disappears from sight just as your phone beeps.

You look down at the illuminated screen as a message flashes across it, from the man of the hour, Bucky.

‘So, I accidentally did a thing and now I need your help.’ The message reads.

Sighing you quickly type your reply.

‘Where are you?’

‘The apartment.’

‘Get Steve to help you. I’m working. Still planning your stupid party.’

‘I thought it was a dinner?’

‘It is a dinner, dumbass.’

‘Darling, would you please stop arguing with me via text and just get your ass over here? I need your help.’

‘Ask Steve!’

‘He went out!’

“Fuck!” You shout, jealous and angry. Sharing Steve had not been part of the plan.

‘I’ll be right there. Don’t go anywhere like last time, Barnes. If I show up and you’re gone, I’m going to kick your ass.’

With a small growl you head out too, headed back to the city to meet up with your boyfriend’s boyfriend.

Slipping your key into the top lock, you listen as the heavy deadbolt slides out then unlock the bottom one, which is much quietly. A mechanical hiss as you twist the nob and walk inside.

The apartment is older, with turn of the century interiors and filled with modern takes on 1950’s furniture in maple, walnut, and oak tones. Steve had decorated and you’d let him, eager to just start your lives together. You’d given the apartment it’s smaller touches. You’d chosen dark carpets to give the space a cozier feel and insisted that all lights be dimmable. You’d decorated the gray couches with turquoise and purple throw pillows, a large yellow carpet on the floor over the already carpeted space under the coffee table. You’d chosen red sheets for your shared bed, and silver sheets for guest bedroom where Bucky currently slept.

Lastly, you’d bought several plants to give the place some life, flowers were bought every week for the dining room and the living room, and there were of course the endless picture frames adorning tables and walls that over the years of being with Steve, you two had accumulated. Over the fireplace you kept a picture of Peggy for him and there was a picture of him and Bucky as well.

You walk in and pull your coat off, shutting the door behind you as you drop off your keys on the table beside the coat rack.

“Bucky?” You quickly peel off your shoes too and massage the sore spots on the heels of your feet, wincing with relief as you finally abandon those stupid boots.

There is no answer.

“Bucky?!” That jerk better not have gone somewhere!

You move towards his bedroom and glance inside but he’s not there, though there is a stack of laundry on the foot of the bed.

With your eyebrows raised you unbutton your plum suit jacket and remove it, leaving you in your light blue polka dot, strapless thigh-length dress.

“Fucking Bucky.” You growl and frown as you move into the kitchen.

There is no one in the kitchen. No one in the bathroom. No one in the living room which you had already passed as you’d had to in order to get to his room, but you needed to check again.

“Oh, laundry…” You suddenly realize that you haven’t checked the laundry room and his bed had that pile of clean clothes neatly folded.

With quiet feet you move towards the door just off the kitchen and throw it open expecting to find Bucky in there probably holding a pile of previously white clothes now stained pink or something stupid like that but instead you find him holding Steve’s hands behind his back as he pins him against the washer which sits open spilling endless bubbles into the small room making the floor slick and smell like clean linen.

You gasp quietly, shocked by the sight as Bucky’s lips overlap Steve’s, passionately massaging them as he holds Steve’s hands behind his back with his impossibly strong metal hand while his right one cups Steve’s left cheek. Bucky’s shirtless, wearing low slung black sweats giving you a subtle view of the top curve of his buns of steel.

They’re both so lost in each other, two masses of bulging muscle, wide shoulders, and testosterone, that they don’t notice you and as Steve moans lightly, your heart erupts into green toxic sludge, poisoning you.

This is what you’d feared from the moment that Steve had run off to find Bucky. He was going to forget you in favor of a greater love he’d lost.

You don’t stand there staring at them with your heart breaking for long because Steve opens his eyes suddenly as Bucky tilts his head in the opposite direction, breaking the kiss briefly.

Steve pulls back, fighting Bucky’s hold until Bucky also turns to look towards you and releases Steve’s wrists.

“Y/N…”

“I thought you were out?” You quickly try to compose yourself, urging your jealousy to go away, for the love of all that’s good in the world, because you need to let Steve have this, have Bucky.

He needs him. Much more than he needs you.

“I was.” Steve says, slipping as he tries to take a step towards you through the mass of bubbles and soap on the floor.

You look at Bucky who looks slightly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head as he eyes the room.

“I put too much soap in the wash. It was an accident.” Bucky exclaims. “Stark’s paying me now, so I’ll make sure to pay for any damage to the apartment.”

You glare at him for a second then watch as Steve finally closes the distance to you, grabbing hold of your waist as he reaches you. “You look beautiful today, hon.”

You don’t look at him, hating him for needing Bucky. “Thanks.”

He gives your hips a squeeze, knowing you well enough to know you’re struggling. “Y/N…” He pleads.

“How the hell are we going to clean this up?” You wonder, staring at the mess at your feet.

“Buckets?” Bucky suggests.

Steve looks at him and you can see the blush on his face and the love in his eyes as he looks at Bucky. You cross your arms across your chest, curling in on yourself feeling thoroughly left out.

“Yeah, I’ll go get some. I’ll be ten minutes, max.” Steve turns back to you and searches for your eyes. You meet his and struggle to keep your pining subdued. “Ten minutes, hon. Then you can tell me how your meeting went, okay?”

“I don’t need you to coddle me, Steve.” You argue, hating this feeling.

Steve sighs and leans in to kiss you quickly, just a peck, before he gives Bucky a pleading gaze. He turns and then he’s gone.

Both you and Bucky wait until you hear the front door close before either of you move. You look at him and he gives you a nervous grin.

“At least I was still here this time, right?” Bucky asks, chuckling nervously as he watches you.

You frown at him and move into the laundry room, careful with your steps as you approach the washing machine to get a look at the mess inside. “Give me that basket.”

Bucky moves to the red plastic basket you’re pointing at and then heads towards you with it.

“You don’t have to come over here. Just hand it over.” You complain, reaching for it

“You’ll fall.” Bucky insists.

“Bucky, just give me the damn basket.” You growl and reach for it.

“You’ll hurt yourself, darling, stop being so stubborn.”

“Bucky!” You argue and make a final swipe for the basket.

Which is stupid because the floor beneath your bare feet is so slippery even Steve was having trouble keeping himself upright.

You yell shrilly as your feet suddenly swing out from underneath you. The basket goes flying but you’re suddenly caught in strong arms as Bucky rushes forward to swing himself over you. He slips too which is why he’s spinning himself around so that as both of you land on the soapy floor, he lands underneath you.

Gasping in surprise you hold onto Bucky’s shoulders, clinging to him as your mind and heart catch up with each other. You idiot. You just fell.

Underneath you Bucky is also breathing heavily but then he’s laughing, throwing his head back into the suds which turn his hair white. “You’re so damn stubborn.”

You grunt and pull against his grip because his hands are holding your waist against him, hooked into the curve of your body above your bottom.

“Let me go, James.”

“Awe, no, don’t go back to calling me James.” He complains.

“Will you just let me go?”

“No. You’ll fall again and if you break your neck on my watch, Steve’ll kill me. He really loves you, you know that?”

Yeah, right.

“Y/N…” Bucky chastises you, apparently knowing where your thoughts are.

“Bucky, please let me up.” You’re not blind, seeing his rippling muscles underneath you is quite a sight.

You can’t blame Steve for wanting Bucky if he looked like this always. He’s exquisite, just like Steve. Super Soldiers of perfection.

“Do I make you nervous?” He suddenly asks, stunning you.

“Bucky.” You growl, intent on not showing him how hot your neck and ears have suddenly gotten.

“Alright, alright, but let me help you.”

Carefully he helps you up and onto your feet and with hi metal arm wrapped securely around your waist from behind—is he wearing underwear under those sweats? You really doubt it, you can feel everything—he waddles you towards the doorway and lets you go when you’ve cleared the frame.

You give Bucky one final look of uncertainty before you stomp towards the bathroom to get a towel to clean yourself off.

Toweling your arms and your dress, you stare into the mirror above the sink and watch as Bucky slides into the frame, leaning against the open door.

“Why don’t you like me?” Bucky asks, genuinely curious.

He doesn’t look sad or upset, just curious and it’s surprising so you just stare at him for a few moments before you lift your left leg up a little to wipe at the suds on your calf.

“Why do you think I don’t like you?” You wonder, off hand.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re not exactly ecstatic that I’m living here with you and Steve. You haven’t exactly rolled out the welcome wagon.”

“I’m planning your party, what the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s a dinner. And you’re only doing it because Steve asked you to.” Bucky points out.

“Bucky…”

“Is it because of me and Steve? I know that you two have a life together, I’m not here to try and tear that apart.” He promises, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats which tug his pants down a little lower.

Your eyes inadvertently wander down to that deep V of his hips and you clear your throat while quickly averting your eyes.

“I never said you were.”

“But you act like it every time Steve and I…I missed him, Y/N. I mean, I didn’t know that I missed him until he came to get me, but I missed him. I’m sorry if that’s hard for you. He and I never got the chance to really just…be together.”

“I know that, Bucky. I’m not trying to keep you two apart. In order for Steve to be happy he needs you in his life.” You sigh heavily, resting your hands on the edge of the counter as you drop the towel beside the sink and shake your head. “He loves you.”

A subtle heat suddenly wafts over your back, bringing your eyes back up to the mirror. Bucky stands behind you, staring at you over your left shoulder as he towers over you. He’s slightly shorter than Steve but not by much. Your eyes wander over the scars of his arm briefly and you feel bad for what he had to go through. Finding Steve was a miracle for both of them.

As you meet his steel blue eyes with your own through the mirror, you find your breath catching from the softness in his eyes.

“You’re not exactly like other dames, are you?”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He smiles, amused. “Why don’t you like me?”

Your heart stutters with his renewed question and you turn around to look up at him. He’s a lot closer than you first thought and you’re very aware of his chiseled chest and his soft dark brown hair tucked behind his ears. He looks good. Better than you’d ever been willing to admit before. This is getting complicated.

“I don’t not like you.” You argue gently.

Bucky’s hand suddenly pulls the towel you’d been using to clean up around your shoulders. He grips it on both ends, wrapping you in as he pulls the corners in his tight fists which brings you closer so that you’re resting inches from his body.

“So, you like me?” He grins down at you, softening it so that it’s more intimate than gentle teasing.

Your stomach tumbles, somersaulting rapidly as your nerves spring to the precipice of madness. How does he dare bring himself this close to you?!

“I-I said I don’t not like you. There’s a difference.” You counter as he leans in towards you, his hot breath wafting over your lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” You whisper as his slightly damp lips meet yours.

You groan because for a moment it almost tastes like you’re kissing both Steve and Bucky at the same time. Steve’s taste is still on his lips and you shudder in his arms, overcome with pleasure as he pulls you closer, trapping your hands against his bare chest.

He pulls back, to lick his lips, staring at your own as his thumb wipes soapy bubbles from your cheek.

“What are you doing?” You ask him in a whisper.

“I don’t not like you too.” He whispers back and tilts his head the other way before he kisses you again just as you begin to laugh.

This time you force your arms out from between the two of you and wrap them around his neck to push yourself up onto your tiptoes and moan against his lips.

He chuckles against your lips and pulls back to push more suds off your cheeks.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“Mm?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” Bucky exclaims quietly then pulls you in for another kiss, this time pressing his tongue against your lower lip which prompts your lips apart so that he can slip his tongue in to mingle with your own, sliding deliciously in exploration.

“Mmmm.” You moan once more, refusing to think about how long you’ve been fighting the urge to kiss him too.

A clearing throat interrupts you and Bucky pulls back, breaking your kiss with a loud smack.

Still wrapped in his arms, both you and Bucky look towards the door and find Steve with his arms crossed over his wide chest, his face fixed into a frown.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Bucky says quickly.

“Really?!”

“Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like.” Bucky relents.

“Bucky!” You complain, trying to worm out of his grip but he tightens his arms around you.

“What? Lying gets us nowhere. Come on, can’t we just give in to this? It was going to happen eventually, and I’m tired of sleeping by myself.” Bucky whines.

“I didn’t know Bucky Barnes was such a whiner.” You argue.

“Come on! Please, let me sleep with you guys. I hate that big empty bed.”

“Why are you so need?” You fight.

Steve rolls his eyes and disappears into the hall.

An hour and a half later, both you and Bucky approach Steve who has been in the kitchen cooking while you and Bucky cleaned the laundry room trying hard not to kiss again and also trying hard to figure out what this means for all three of you.

Steve, who’s already sitting at the table, is busy serving three plates with barbecue glazed chicken, corn, broccoli, and brown rice.

“Steve?” You probe, but he doesn’t turn to look at you.

“Steve?” Bucky tries but Steve only pours three large glasses of sweet tea and sits back down.

“Hey, this isn’t fair.” You finally growl, exploding with the guilt you feel over him catching you making out with Bucky. “How do you think I’ve felt every single time I walk in on you and James doing stuff?”

“Awe, darling, not James again.”

“You’re James when you make me jealous!” You tell him angrily and poke his chest with your index finger.

Ow. Muscles.

“Steve,” You push on. “I know that was probably really surprising to walk in on, but I can’t ask you to give up Bucky because I know you love him and Bucky deserves to be happy, too. Both of you do. And…he’s…a pain in my ass most of the time but he can also be really sweet, mostly when you’re not around. I didn’t realize that I’d started to not dislike him until the past month.”

“A whole month?” Bucky asks, blushing as he reaches over and places his hand on your hip, tickling you there over your dress.

“Bucky,” You chastise him.

“What? I just didn’t know you’ve liked me for so long. Kinda makes me wanna kiss you again.”

“Seriously? Right now? I’m trying to keep my boyfriend, dumbass. Can’t you just…zip it? Or something?”

Bucky laughs. “You found us a funny one, Steve.”

You glare at Bucky but when you turn to look at Steve, he’s smiling softly, which stuns you into silence.

“Can we tell her? Please? This is torturing her.” Bucky begs Steve and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Come here, hon.” He says, opening his right arm for you to beckon you closer.

You hurry to him, eager to be in his good graces but also plotting how you’re going to get back at both of them for this because it sounds like they’ve talked about this, the three of you, being a possibility before.

He pulls you onto his lap and pushes your hair back off of your shoulder. “Listen, Y/N, Bucky’s not lying. We’ve been talking about how we can keep this thing—the three of us under one roof—going. I know that it’s been hurting you to see me with Buck and I just said it off-hand, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if you and she got together?’ I only half meant it. Less than half. I don’t want to share you.”

“And I don’t wanna share you.” You assure him.

“I’m totally okay with being shared.” Bucky chimes in and both you and Steve laugh.

“He’s my best friend.” Steve whispers to you, though Bucky can clearly still hear the two of you. “I-I can’t live without him, Y/N. I love him.”

“I know. And…honestly Steve, so do I.” You sigh but then feel two large arms wrap around you.

“You love me, darling?” Bucky asks, his deep voice serious in your ear.

The new tone makes him sound so different you almost doubt whether he’s the same person.

“You drive me crazy.” You tell him, turning to look at him.

He pulls back to look you in the eyes but keeps his arms around you, settled on his knees.

“But yes. I do love you Bucky. I don’t know why-”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But I love you.”

Bucky reaches up to pull you down for a long hot kiss, emotional and heavy with meaning before he pulls back and looks at Steve.

“Can we do this?” He asks, unsure and still serious which is throwing you.

You haven’t seen Bucky be this sincere since Steve brought him home and he met you for the first time.

Steve smiles down at Bucky before he leans down to meet his lips in a slow burning kiss, years of love and devotion pouring into it and for the first time, you’re not jealous. You really do just want them to be happy together. Hopefully they have room in their hearts for you too?

When Steve pulls away, he smiles lovingly at Bucky then turns to you and pulls you into a burning kiss, new love, searing and needy pouring into you from his lips.

“We can do this.” He says as he pulls away.

“Fuck yeah.” Bucky celebrates then gets to his feet. “Who wants ice cream?”

“We don’t have ice cream.” You laugh, leaning in against Steve’s chest while still perched on his lap.

“I’ll go get some. I’ll just run to the bodega downstairs. No fun stuff until I get back.” He insists, pointing at you specifically.

“Why are you telling me?”

“I’ve been listening to you and Steve for months. You’re the animal in bed. No fun stuff, darling. Wait for me.” He rushes out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“Put on a shirt, dumbass!” You shout after him then turn to kiss Steve senseless. You’ve got a few minutes of personal make out time and before your two-some becomes a three-some, you’re going to milk this alone time as much as you can.

Steve laughs against your lips, then cups both sides of your face as he pushes that kiss farther and slides his hand up to the zipper on your dress.

“Hey!” Bucky shouts from the kitchen doorway.

Steve’s hand releases your zipper.

“Wait for me.” Bucky orders and you hear the Winter Soldier in his tone and somehow it just turns you on more making you itch for his quick return.

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Thank You❤️

Unfortunately, the time has come to say goodbye to Finding SKZ. It pains me to say that I don’t have a sequel planned, nor do I think I’ll write one. Who knows, though? I may change my mind when Clé 3 drops, but for now, it is finished.

I know I mentioned it a little bit before, but in the beginning when I was first planning out the process of Finding SKZ, I was actually very anxious to see how others would react to both my storyline and writing style. And to my surprise, when I started posting, I never expected the tremendous amounts of support and kindness I received since then. From the numerous likes to the reblogs; the sweetest asks and kindest comments; even the theories and ships. In just a few months, this blog went from less than 100 followers to closing in on 900 followers! I feel like I should give you guys a fandom name just for that!...

When it comes to writing long-term fics, I never really have either the motivation or confidence to finish them. It’s because all of my beautiful, kind and supportive readers — all because of you guys — that I was able to get down to the last chapter of this series in the end. There are no words that could ever express how grateful I am to each and every one of you. And if I could tag you all, I could, but I’d like to acknowledge some people who have been there for me through likes, messages and reblogs throughout the majority of this story. Thank you all so, so much:

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elejah-wonderland · 6 years ago

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Game Of Love/4

Fanfiction

Part 4

Joel Goran x reader

Ft. Klaroline and other TVD/TO characters, as well as Saving Hope characters.

a/n: this is, as my friend @rissyrapp20 said - Joel Goran meets the Mystic Falls/NOLA gang. But it is totally AU- Klaus Mikaelson is a surgeon, and so Y/N and Caroline Forbes.

There is a lot of drama- quite a lot going on. LOL. Also, this is an extra long part. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks so much for reading and liking, and reblogging. Luv ya, guys. xoxo

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tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @arivalappears @cassienoble2000 @captainshurley @elejahforever @hides2000 @goddessofthunder112

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"So, he kissed you on the cheek??"- Caroline said astonished-"in front of everyone? Just like that?"

"Well, yeah. Just like that."- Y/N replied.

"Well, you and him are now No.1 on the Hospital’s gossip list. They saw you take him by the hand the other night, and now he kissed you on the cheek- Jo has already painted you black. With Alex, especially."

"And - nothing is going on with me and him."- Y/N said sighing and added-"yeah, I heard about Jo telling Alex about me and Kai, probably about Stefan as well. And Alex kind of talked to me about - well, it was more like telling me that he would break my heart, because Joel doesn't know how to love."

"Right."- Caroline slipped.

"I tried to find him later. But he left for New Zealand because he had some vacation time."- Y/N said.

"So, what now? I mean- are you in a friend zone now? What?"

"It can't be anything. He is emotionally wrecked."- Y/N said-"and I - can't get into anything with him till he - HUH- this was doomed from the beginning. I just had a one night stand with him- and now-"

"Now, you are in love with him."- Caroline stated.

"And now I am in love with him!"- Y/N said huffing and puffing. She then turned the tables on her sister and said-"if we are no1 on gossip list, you and Klaus are no2."

"I know."- Caroline said and continued-"last night, Rayna and I met Rebekah in Rousseau's. She called me a slutty bitch and a homewrecker. And I called her the same back, bringing Damon up. Sorry. I just- couldn't control myself. She so ticks me off."

"I know. She is always so high and mighty."- Y/N said-"but- what is it really now with you and Klaus?"

Caroline sighed a little now flashing back at her and Klaus' little after-birthday-party hook up in the Grill's storage room.

Flashback

Straightening her dress now, Caroline looked at Klaus, who zipped his jeans and put his T-shirt back on. He looked back at her with a sweet smirk on.

"Oh, we have to stop this."- Caroline said ruffling her hair.

"Why?"- Klaus now neared her again, and placed a sweet little kiss, brushing his hands through her hair, adding-"you are so beautiful and sexy."

Caroline gulped now trying to keep her head straight-

"Because of you- and you being married and I just- don't want this to be about sex. And I get that you are getting out of something long-term and - I don't want to push you into anything. There is work and your ex-wife, and I just- I am drawing the line here!"

Before Klaus could say anything, Caroline snaked out of his arms and walked out.

"Have you talked to him afterwards?"- Y/N asked.

"Yeah."- Caroline replied- now retelling her friend the conversation she and the Attending had at a break in the hospital the following day-

Flashback

Klaus found Caroline sitting in the little atrium of the hospital.

"May I?"- Klaus asked if he could sit at the bench next to her.

"Sure."- Caroline said shortly.

"About yesterday"- Klaus started-

"Hey- we don't have to."

"Yes, but still- I need to say this though. I want you to know that I really think that you are so beautiful, sexy and smart. I hope I didn't make you feel like I used you. It was never my intention"

"You didn't."- she cut in-" I had fun, too. It's ok, really."

Klaus looked down and then at her-

"I am really sorry can't give you more."

"As I said -it's ok. I have patients to see."

Caroline then got up and walked away.

"He can't give me more, which I totally understand, and- it's not like we've been together or something. How could I be so head over heels, and I've just known him like five minutes."- Caroline sighed

"It happens. Comes out of nowhere and just kicks you right in the heart."- Y/N said, thinking of Joel.

At the same time

At Rousseau's

Klaus was out with a newly made friends, Vincent Griffith and Alaric Saltzman.

Oliver Queen now walked in, and Alaric shouted a warm greeting at his friend from Med school.

"Hey, you made it!!"- both men now gave each other a welcoming pat on the shoulder.

"Gentleman, let me introduce my buddy- Dr Oliver Queen."- Alaric said-”This is Klaus Mikaelson and Vince, I told you about him.”

"You are replacing Alex, when she goes for maternity leave? But that's like months away?"- Vincent said as he shook Oliver’s hand.

"Yes."- Oliver said-"but the Fells wanted me to start now. And I had nothing better to do with my life."

"You are telling me New York got really boring?"- Klaus then said taking a swag of beer.

"A change of scenery is always good."- Oliver replied.

Klaus smirked a little and then said-"You are right there."

"This Hospital is the Top Gun in the medical teaching hospitals, and I really wanted to see if you are really the best of the best. And teach the best of the best."- Oliver then said.

They got him a beer now and Klaus, together with Vincent said-

"Welcome."

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In the Mikaelson Mansion

Esther entered the study, where Mikael already waited for her.

"What is it?"- Esther asked coldly.

"I have decided that I will tell him the truth."

"Now, after alk this time?"- Esther said-"Why?"

"Because- his girlfriend is pregnant, and I want my grandchild to be part of this family. I can't bear it - not to know him or her- I just- it is not right."- Mikael said.

"Right?"- Esther said taking a moment's thought-"Mary decided that she was not going to tell him, and we all agreed that will keep it that way."

"But that- all of that doesn't matter anymore, does it? Mary is gone. And Joel is a grown man now. He - will understand. We all made mistakes. He, himself has done plenty."

"Yes, we've all made mistakes, and look how many lives got messed up over it."- Esther reminded Mikael of the consequences his and Mary's affair had on their lives.

"I know. I regret it deeply. And I wish, I could turn back time, but I can't. But let's make it right somehow."- Mikael said.

"How can we make it right after so many years. It could be much worse. Did she ever tell her husband about Joel not being his son?"

"No. As far as I know."- Mikael said.

"There you go. That man raised him as his own, and now you would take the only family his got away from him."- Esther then said.

"What are you talking about? The man left them when he was 7 and went to New Zealand. And if Mary hadn't died, Joel would never really know him - "

"You kept on seeing one another afterwards, didn't you?"- Esther now said angered.

"I have not."- Mikaels said.

"I don't believe you."- Esther shot at her husband.

"I swear on our children's lives!"- Mikael then said.

"Don't you dare use them."

"I swear, Esther."-Mikael insisted.

"Whatever."- Esther said-"I - you need to know that this will bring shock waves throughout the family. Just think about it."

Esther then left the study. Mikael was left thinking about all, especially the past.

Flashback

38 years ago

"I am pregnant."- Mary Goran said to Mikael as she met him in the Grill, a couple of months after she broke it off with him.

Mikael smiled taking hold of the woman's hand warmly- "Oh, this is so- wonderful."

"Is it?"- Mary said-"I don't know. I- don't know what to do."

"I love you, Mary. And I am ready to do anything. "

"How can you say this? You have a two- year old son. Your family needs you. This not right, whatever we feel. It just is not. I don't know why I have even called you."

"Because you love me, and I love you. And, I know that I have a young family and- oh, I wish I have met you before."

"I wish so many things- and- oh, I am sorry that I- came here."

Mary now started crying. She was completely overwhelmed with the situation.

"We will figure something out."- Mikael tried to comfort her.

Mary abruptly pulled herself together, and walked out of the diner.

Mikael was an emotional wreck after having found out about Mary being pregnant with his child. And he had a family, a wife, he had married, so two families could become even bigger. His father-in-law, who was Virginia stat senator at the time, made sure that Mary stayed with her husband, and Mikael never divorced Esther.

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A few days later

Y/N's day started in the ER, and a colleague now confronting her about the Joel gossip.

"There was a bet on which intern Joel will sleep with first."

Y/N looked at her fellow intern furiously-

"What??? This is disgusting!"

"I know. It's totally lame."- Sam said.

"Who was it?"- Y/N now demanded to know.

"Y/N, I know it is completely out of order. But-"

"I want to know."- Y/N was not letting it go.

"I didn't want to stir shit."- Sam tried to calm Y/N down.

"Tell me!"- Y/N sifted anger making her chestnut eyes darken.

"Brad."- Sam now said.

"Right."- Y/N said and they both now went to take care of the patients, but as she had a break, Y/N went to find the young resident. And confronted him about it in front of the whole cafeteria.

She got some dollar bills out and said-

"How much is a bet it for an ass of the year?

The young resident looked at her astonished but it was clear that she had found out about the bet on Joel and the female interns. He started muttering something but Y/N just continued-

"Joel is flawed on so many levels, yes. He made huge mistakes.But unlike you, he is a good and warm person, and you are a sorry excuse for a human being!"

The whole cafeteria now applauded her. She now turned around and walked out of the place.

🎃 That night, at home, as she went through a few case studies, Y/N made herself some cocoa and sat down on the bay window. Now there was again this one person on her mind, wondering how he was doing. No matter how much she tried not to feel anything more than just friendship towards Joel, her heart didn’t seem to want to listen to her. She looked out in the night, drawing a deep breath and then went back to the case studied.

A few days later

Caroline was saying bye to Y/N, as she pulled a night shift and Elena just got in the hospital and already had her hands full with a presentation she was given to work on. And as she was waving Caroline off, her eyes now caught a smiling Rock Star of Orthopaedics.

"Hey"- Joel greeted Elena and Caroline as he came up to them.

Caroline greeted him back and excused herself and left them to catch up.

"Hey"- Y/N said with a little mental gulp-"so, how was New Zealand?"

"Good. Actually really good."- Joel said-"sorry- I just left. After I talked to the Chief of staff, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing. I needed to - just go. Change the scenery, you know, after everything that -"

"Yeah, I do."- Y/N said and then there was a moment when they both went quiet and Y/N now tried to find to ask something more, and as she wanted to ask how his father was, Joel got a small box out of his bag handing it clumsily to her saying-

"Here. A happy belated - something."

"Oh"- Y/N exclaimed surprised. She opened it and it was a very unusual pendant she had seen.

"This is koru. It's Maori.”-Joel explained clumsily-”Symbolizes awakening, fresh beginnings, rebirth. It's kind of what you did for me the other night. And so I- well- "

Y/N looked at him with a small smile curling up on her lips and slipped quite an emotional thank you. Now the kiss on the cheek made sense. It was a thank you. He could see that she was really moved by the gift.

"In the last couple of days- and - well already on the plane- I had so much time to think. About everything."- Joel now said-"and - well- "- he was suddenly terribly nervous again. He smiled somewhat nervously and said -"Later? Drink? Rousseau's?"

"Yes. See you there."- Y/N said.

"Ok."- Joel said.

Y/N looked at the pendant and her heart and head were now more than ever in total confusion, but Joel's wasn't far behind either. He was nervous. He had never been nervous before. Something happened. Could he be in love with her? He just knew that she didn't leave his mind, all the time he was away.

“Around 8?”- Y/N said .

“Yeah.”- Joel said and now gestured towards the elevator.

Y/N nodded and both then went to whatever was next on the agenda for the day.

As Y/N called Caroline later to tell her that she kind of has this non-date thing, the blonde went now all in what-are-you-going-to-wear, what-will-do-with-your-hair, and Y/N answered simply that she had no plans to dress up.

“It’s only a drink. There is nothing to it, really”

“Nothing? Are you serious? He bought you jewellery!”- Caroline said with a duh voice.

“It’s a thank you thing”- Y/N said-”for being there and listening to him- and that is all”

“Right - tell yourself that. Do what you want.Ok. I’m going back to sleep cuz that double shift killed me.”- Caroline said yawning and hung up.

Y/N went off to her locker, to change. As they never knew how long they would stay in the hospital, she always had a couple of T-shirts and sweaters ready, as well as a pair of jeans. Casual was her style since - well, always. Now, having changed, she put her boots on and leather jacket on. She didn’t bother about the hair at all. She simply undid the pun and combed it a bit. This was not really a date, and she was not Cinderella. Just an intern. And she was meeting a friend for a drink.

Since, there was still more than an hour till Joel finished his shift, Y/N called Bonnie and met up with her. Since Caroline was not available to listen to her analysing every detail of her heart, Bonnie was her other bestie, who never minded being there for her. Bonnie had a lot to discuss as well, as the night of the birthday lip sync birthday thing, the chemist also went down the line as he friends and hooked up with Kol Mikaelson.

But she now let Y/N talk first.

"Is this a gift wrapped up as a thank you or am I imagining something more? Look, how beautiful it is."- Y/N showed her friend Joel's gift and the meaning behind it.

"I think a thank you and something more is wrapped in it."- Bonnie said.

"You think? I don't know why I am going mad here over it? I can't start anything with him."

"You think he wants to start something?"- Bonnie questioned.

"Knowing him, not really. And then it will be a kind of a rebound thing, although it is not really that."- Y/N said sighing a bit.

"You are overanalyzing everything. Which something you totally do, and then don't listen to your head."- Bonnie reminded Y/N of her past mistakes.

"Caroline said that I am doing again the same thing I did with Kai."- Y/N said.

"Believing that you can change him because you loved him?!"- Bonnie stated.

"Yeah. Huh- but it feels like- it isn't so- like - I didn't know."

"He needs to want to change and break away from his past behaviour."- Bonnie said.

"I think that this thing with this guy dying shook him to the ground."- Y/N said.

"This is some life changing moment."- Bonnie said.

"He said that he felt like he died, like something broke inside of him."- Y/N remembered her and Joel's conversation the night before he left for New Zealand.

"What about Alex and him? There is also the kid."- Bonnie reminded Y/N.

Y/N now told her friends that Alex had talked to her, as the surgeon had presumed that Joel and Y/N had already started something.

"Can things be even more complicated?"- Elena said-"You know what is mad actually? He might not want to be anything but friends, which I totally get. The last thing he needs is a new relationship. I need to let this go."

"Yeah, you need to let this go."- Bonnie said.

Elena nodded, and her heart tried so hard to dismiss the idea that Joel may not have feelings for her.

"But you won't be able to let this go?"- Bonnie then said as she saw her friend play with the pendant all huffed up.

"Why does it have to be so complicated? I always fall for the wrong guy!"

"What you need to do is actually find out how he feels. And if he doesn't feel like you feel, or anything remotely, then you will have to let this go."- Bonnie said and with that their conversation ended as Joel now walked in the bar.

Bonnie, who was usually a very subtle person, this time did the opposite. As Joel got to the table they were sitting at, she greeted him and then made an excuse that she had to go.

"I hope it is not because of me."- Joel said.

"No. She was like leaving the last half hour, but I just kept her talking about - the upcoming charity thing she is busy with."- Y/N fibbed a little.

"Right. You want the same?"- he now asked about the drink.

"I am fine. I am kind of hungry, one more cocktail would completely knock me out."

"Well, do you want to go and grab something? I am kind of hungry, too."- Joel said.

"Yeah- cuz it’s been a long day. You know Sophie's Food Heaven?"- Y/N asked.

"Of course."- Joel said-"comfort food 100%. Whenever I eat there, I have to go to the gym straight after."

"So true. Caroline and I went there the other day and we were so full that we thought we wouldn't need to eat the next two days."- Y/N said grabbing her bag now-"so you go there a lot?"

"It's a place I used to go with my mom, especially when she would do long shifts at the hospital."- Joel said.

"Hospital?"- Y/N was puzzled.

"Didn't I tell you that she was a nurse?"

"No. But it makes perfect sense. Did she meet your dad there?"- Y/N asked.

"No. They met at the Whitmore Medical School. They both were teaching there at the time. He was working at the Charlottesville Memorial."- Joel explained and then said-"Your car? My car?"

"Ahm- I'll go with mine. Meet you there."- Y/N said.

"Ok."- Joel said and then went to his car.

Elsewhere

Mikaelson Mansion

Klaus went to his parent's house to meet up with Camille, to try and talk to her about the divorce settlement.

"I don't want a divorce. I stopped the proceedings."- Camille said-"I want us to go to marriage counseling. I want to save our marriage."

Klaus shook with his head in negation.

"Why?"- she continued-"Why would you not try? We loved each other. We - both made a mistake. We just fell in a rut and - then things happened. You slept with her and then I slept with Marcel, just to get back at you. But I didn't stop loving you. We can find the way out of this."

"Yes. There is a way out of this and -"- Klaus stopped there for a second looking at his wife. She was a dear, sweet woman. Loving. And he hated hurting her. He hated the whole situation, but he had to now say it.

"I- don't love you anymore. I am so sorry- but it is- the truth. I should have told you that already in New Orleans, and save you from all this -"

Before he could finish the sentence, Camille slapped him.

Whether the slap was justified or not, Camille was at the end with her nerves and the last words provocated her now shouting at him to get out.

Klaus made a little sigh and walked out of the room, stumbling on his sister Freya as he walked down the long corridor.

"Klaus?"- Freya ran after her brother.

He ignored her and now, as he got out of the Mansion got into his car, put his foot on the accelerator, driving off like a lightning.

😍

In Sophie's Food Heaven Diner

Sophie Deveraux, who knew Joel since he was a kid, watched Joel and Y/N for a little while as they were chatting away quite happy and relaxed. Very rarely did she see him with a woman there. The waiter got the desert and as he walked to their table, Sophie now went with him.

"Hi. I hope the steak was good."- Sophie said.

"Perfect."- Joel said.

"Absolutely great."- Y/N complimented the Chef.

"She is the Chef/owner. Sophie Deveraux."- Joel said introducing her to Y/N.

"Nice to meet you."- Y/N said.

"Nice to meet you, too."- Sophie said-"so good to finally meet Joel's girlfriend."

"I am- we are not-"- Y/N said.

Joel was like what the heck Soph. And knowing how straight forward she was she now said-

"You could have fooled me. This dinner is on the house. Enjoy."

"What?"- Y/Na was beyond surprised.

"We go way back."- Joel said and explained that he knew Sophie when they were kids- and now told Y/N something that kind of made him somewhat blush-

"She was the first girl I kissed and - yeah. And she just has this thing- I am allowed to comment."

"And a free meal."- Y/N said-"so you are friends with a girl."

"Ha?"- Joel looked at Y/N a bit gone out.

"Ah, sorry. It was just- ok, I heard you say that you don't believe that man and women can be friends.Sorry."

"Well, it is something I said- and something- I so regret saying - I am really pathetic, aren’t I? So lame. I've said and done so many stupid things. "

"Hey. I didn't want to make you feel bad."

"You didn't."- Joel said-"I went and talked to a friend of mine, also from my childhood. She is Maori. She is a doctor, but a spiritual woman too. We talked about stuff and - you know- Selina's husband -and everything that had happened recently "

"Joel-”- Y/N said in a dear manner.

"I am not religious. I am a surgeon, and I know how the body works. She talked about the soul and that I have to connect with it again. Get to my wairua. She said also that I don't believe in love. That I don't know how to be loved, and give love, and that I- But that I will know it only then when I find my soul. Huh. Here we are with that stuff - again."- Joel now sighed-”I so didn’t want this evening to be like a therapy session.”

"It's ok. It’ s good to talk ”- Y/N reassured the dishy surgeon.

"Thank you, but I - don't want to think that I am - using you as a shoulder to- cry on. Because this is the last thing that I want."

"It's ok to talk. You are not weak if you have to talk about heavy stuff. It's human."- Y/N said.

Joel smiled a little now and added- "Did someone ever tell you that you have that kind of bold bossy thing - in your eyes-"

"Yeah."- Y/N said chuckling a bit-"since I was born. Although Caroline is far bossier and more ambitious. She was twice elected as the President of the class."

“Oh, I can imagine. They way she is, soon she will take over as Chief of staff before she gets to be Resident.”- Joel said remembering the way Caroline sorted a situation out among her fellow interns and Residents.

“Well, you would not believe that once upon a time she was a really shy and insecure girl”

“I can’t see that.”- Joel said and now took a scoop of the apple pie and ice- cream.

The conversation now swayed to the her and Caroline’s High School days and all their shenanigans.

A little later, as they got out of the Diner, with Joel finally convincing Sophie to let him pay the bill, they each stood for a second before they got into their respective cars-

"This was like- one of the best - dinner thing I had in a long time."- Joel said.

"Good. Next time it is on me."- Y/N said-"Or maybe we should let Sophie buy us a meal."- she referred to the silly negotiations he and Sophie had a few minutes ago.

"Yeah. Why the hell not. Then we will get all of the menu."

"Ok. Thanks for this- food."- Y/N said with a tiny smile curling up on her lips.

"You’re welcome."- Joel said.

And then there was awkwardness. And to cut it, Y/N now said- "Tomorrow"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

Y/N nodded a little with a smile and went into her car.

Joel got into his car and took a moment, watching her drive off. He smiled a little as his emotions danced up the way they had never done before. And he so wanted to go after her and tell her that she freed his soul. How? When? He could not pinpoint it. Like it mattered. Everything with her was so effortless and made him feel good and all so fuzzy inside. He now started the engine and .

A little later, he walked to her apartment and rang the bell.

Y/N opened the door and was surprised to see him there.

"Ahm, hey- did you forget something?"

"Yes, kind of- hm"- Joel smiled nervoulsy-"I forgot- well, to tell you that- tonight was kind of amazing- and - God- this is- I - just-"

His heart wanted to actually say this-”Before all I heard was silence,Life was stringing me along, Then you came and you cut me loose, And now I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat, And when you're gone, I feel incomplete,So if you want the truth-I just wanna be part of your symphony”

"What?"- Y/N felt like her heart was going to burst as all her predictions and all she had felt now were coming to light.

Joel moved clumsily with his head aside and now said-"I think that I-m in love with you."

Y/N now smiled at him and replied-

"I think that I - am, too."

Joel now was kind of stunned, looking at her seriousl, emotions flying high, and slipped a little-

"You are?"

Y/N nodded.

He now entered the apartment and kissed her.

Caroline now stormed out of her room and cut in the middle of the Y/N and Joel’s kiss saying-

"Klaus - has been in a car accident. It's not good."

“What? How? When?”- both Joel and Y/N now looked at Caroline, who looked for her car keys.

Joel’s pager now went off, and then said to Y/N and Caroline-

“I’ll drive”

Caroline nodded and all three of them rushed to the hospital.

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#Joel Goran #joel goran x reader #Klaus Mikaelson #Klaroline #Caroline forbes #Fanfiction #tvd imagine #tvdfanfic #alternate universe #fanfiction crossover #saving hope fanfiction

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spnfanficpond · 6 years ago

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November 2018 Pond LiveChat Recap

We had a great time chatting with Rhi, @kittenofdoomage!!! Thank you so much for joining us!

We talked about getting readers, interacting with readers, and how Tumblr has made it more and more difficult with their changes for new writers to get noticed. Details from our discussion with Rhi under the cut, as well as notes on what we’re working on in the Pond!

Q: Do you wait until you are done writing a series before you begin posting, or do you post as you write?

I wait until I'm done writing a series. At some point, the idea will catch me and I have to write the entire thing, which will take about three days. Editing for another 1-2 depending on my betas and then it gets released in its entirety on Patreon (my patrons like reading the entire fic in one go, they're paying for it so I'm not gonna make 'em wait) and comes out in chapters on Tumblr about three-four weeks later. I hate feeling like I'm making people wait too long and then shit happens like it did with three of my permanently hiatused fics.

Q: Well, as for why we're here, Rhi, you get so many asks every day. How do you have such involved readers?

A lot of my readers who respond are regulars. I have those who pop up with the odd "this is awesome" and those who will write long involved reviews which I love!

Q: Do you think there's anything in particular that you do that encourages people to interact with you?

Yeah, I'm open with people and pretty approachable. I like discussing things, plot points, characters, anything really. There are very few things that trigger me, too. I have only three specific things that will turn me away from a fic. I think my lack of triggers helps with people who need someone like that to talk to.

Q: Do you ever ask around and try to figure out what people are looking to read to try and help boost your reader count or do you just draw inspiration from your own ideas?

At the moment, I'm mostly working on commissions, so it's other people's ideas. I'm lucky that most of my Patrons and commissioners are very patient with me and know up front that I have no specific time limits. I will write it but I can't force it. And I won't force it because that leaves everyone with a shit story.I never put an idea away forever though. I write them all down. If inspiration hits for something, I write it there and then because I never know if I'll get that mojo back.

Q: Has there ever been an Idea that has caught you by surprise when you start it as one thing but it ends up as something else?

Only about six thousand times.

Over The Hills And Far Away that I'm writing now, was supposed to only be a Dean x reader but my reader decided to go and have chemistry with Sam too.

Q: Have you noticed a bump in followers after you do anything specific?

I always have a bump in followers after Sinful Sunday. Unfortunately, I always end up with a bump in unsolicited dick pics and porn bots, too, so a purge usually follows. When I post new characters or fandoms, too. I've recently picked up a bunch of Marvel followers.

Q: As a big blog, you must also get some hate. How do you deal with that?

They don't like me because I play with them and their insults are like water off a duck's back with me. Unless they bring my kid into it. I shut an entire set of blogs down when that happened. That's also why I no longer post anything to do with my daughter. I will avoid using her name wherever possible. If I'm in a bad mood, I ignore it. If I'm feeling like an utter bitch, I'll tear them a new asshole.

Q: Rhi, it sounds like you have a lot on your plate with family, work, and writing. Is there anything in particular that keeps your creativity flowing so you don't burn out?

I try and do something different every day. Painting, gaming, going for a walk - it's important for me not to spend all my time on one thing. Even if it's just cleaning. I also listen to a lot of music - Classic Rock on Absolute Radio is my fav. Actually, my favorite time to think about fics is when I'm about to go to sleep.

Q: I'm not sure how to even ask this, but I came into the spn fic fandom a little late and so I'm finding it difficult to gather new followers. Do you have any advice? I have a master post with the few pieces I've written but I've gotten a lot of flack for writing OCs...

Tumblr is not helping with regards to gaining new followers lately. Tags aren't working if you're an NSFW blog, no one can search anything. The only thing I can suggest is reblogging, asking other authors if they'll read your work.

[Other suggestions from the chat included submitting fics to @dirtysupernaturalimagines and the Pond, joining other people’s writing challenges (The Pond’s S14 Challenge is here, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing is always running challenges, and @mrswhozeewhatsis has a tag #writing challenge on her blog). Also, “Tumblr loves porn” and the fandom loves Dean, in particular, so writing more Dean smut will get you more readers. Just adding “Dean x Reader” to the tags, even if the relationship is barely mentioned, will get you more readers. Sam will get you the same result, but to a lesser extent. Rhi got bigger writing ABO fics, and carved out a niche for herself with them to the point she’s considered the ABO expert in reader insert fics. Another tip was to strip OC’s of names and defining physical features, since OC’s don’t get a lot of love. Many “Y/N”’s are actually just OC’s without a name. Also, if you’re writing a story that will eventually have smut, list “eventual smut” in the tags.]

Q: Random question: a bunch of us smaller blogs have noticed a drop in reblogs over the last year or so, and I'd be curious to know if, as a bigger blog, you've seen anything like this as well?

Absolutely. A year ago I was getting about 10-20k notes a day. Now, if I hit a thousand, it's a good day and I'm expecting to take a massive hit because of Sinful Sunday, if they don't entirely delete my blog.

Q: Does anyone have any idea why the notes have all dropped so much? Is it a glitch in notes? People being more apprehensive to reblog nsfw things because of all the nsfw fear going on?

Community responses: The posts with outside links not showing up in searches is related to bots and porn blogs that only reblog posts to add a link to a sketchy outside web page. Several months ago, though, Tumblr started the “best stuff first” algorithm (which can be turned off in your dashboard settings, but not everyone knows this), and that pushed posts with few notes to the bottom of the dashboard feed. Since you never really get to the bottom, those posts never get seen. Tags and reblogs to build up note counts are the only way to combat this. Now, messing with the search functions means that there will be no new readers without blogs that just reblog fics, like the Pond and @dirtysupernaturalimagines and such.

[Editor’s Note: Rhi told us she’s working on a UPS Driver!Sam fic!! I’m excited. “What can Brown do for me?” YES, PLEASE!]

What’s coming up in the Pond:

Angel Fish Award nominations are due by the end of the month, so you have less than a week to submit yours and gain an entry for every nomination into the raffle! Win fabulous prizes just for spreading love! HOW COOL IS THAT? (Also, don’t forget to submit your own fics to the Pond so that other Pond members can easily find them and nominate them!)

Note: Please use the submission form to submit nominations. Asks do not allow you to include a link to the fic, and sometimes we can’t find what you’re nominating, especially now that Tumblr searches don’t work.

Design contest to find a Pond graphic! Entries are due by the end of the month, so less than a week away! So far, we have ONE (1) entry! (I mean, it’s a pretty fabulous entry, but still!) Winner gets their choice of swag with their design on it!!

SPNFanFicPond Season 14 Weekly Episode Writing Challenge - Since we didn’t have a new episode this past Thursday, the previous week’s challenge is still collecting submissions. (Honestly, there’s no deadline on any of them. Post a fic using a prompt from any week, and you’ll still be added to the masterpost and reblogged on the Pond blog.)

New Member Spotlight Post coming soon! Check out last month’s post here!

Still accepting additions and discussion about the Warning Tag List (tags to be used to assist folks in avoiding triggers and protect their mental health, not be confused with tags to help people find or avoid preferences). Reply or reblog the post itself, or send an ask to the Pond with suggestions!

Plans are in the works to try and make the blog more app-friendly. Please be patient with us in the meantime!

Plans to expand the beta program to make it easier to find the type of beta you need are also on the to-do list.

Housekeeping Note: If you send an ask to the Pond and do not get a response in a couple of days, please notify one of the admins (Michelle - @mrswhozeewhatsis, Mana - @manawhaat, or Kale - @aprofoundbondwithdean) via IM and let us know!

Thanks to everyone who joined us this month and made it an awesome conversation!! Can’t wait for next month!

Next month’s discussion: Giving feedback to other writers and how a beta reader can help your writing! Joining us will be @littlegreenplasticsoldier!

Be there Dec. 15th at the usual time! (Los Angeles - 2PM, New York - 5PM, London - 10PM, Melbourne - Sunday 9AM)

#spnfanficpond #chat room #spnfanficpond live chat #THE CHAT ROOM #pond chat

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thebookishgoddess · 6 years ago

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ELLA DISCUSSES: BOOKWORMS UNITE PH - YEAR 4 + RELAUNCH GIVEAWAY!

Is it too late to write my own recap? I certainly hope not! While I may not have taken as many pictures as I should have (mainly because I was so focused on having fun I hardly had time to bury my face in my phone the whole event), I will be able to share some of the amazing things that occurred in Bookworms Unite PH’s fourth gathering!

This was my first time attending, and the first time I’ve ever heard of Bookworms Unite PH at all. So I was so ecstatic when I saw the event pop up somewhere on my Facebook feed. And the whole time I was pre-registering, I kept asking myself over and over like a broken record, “Why have I never heard of you beautiful people before?” I’ve never been more happy than I was when I finally clicked that registration button. I wasted no time paying for that registration fee too because I was so psyched into attending.

And lo and behold, it was everything I’ve ever hoped for in a gathering full of crazy-awesome book lovers! I’ll get into some of the more important highlights, and hopefully, don’t bore you with my dabbling.

Also, there’s a GIVEAWAY down below that you might wanna check out! :’)

Let’s get onto it, shall we?

UPON ARRIVAL

I was one of the first seven to arrive on the 21st of July in the Rizal Library. I actually almost got lost the whole way into Ateneo, and had actually met Mighta (@MightaZerie) beforehand. We went into it together, and soon we met the rest of our crew. The whole time waiting, I was floored by how easily I connected with the other early birds. Cue selfies I took with the lot!

First two photos on the left: Top is with Ailla (@MioneJeanPotter), Bottom is with Shai (@themeanderingsoul)

Three photos to the right: Top is with Angel (@whimsy_wanders), Bottom left is with Mighta (@MightaZerie) and Bottom right is with Joanna (@JoannaDerpina)

We’ve pretty much called ourselves #LADYBIRDS considering how we were the early birds of the event. And let me tell you, meeting these gals was perhaps (and I’ve said it once on Twitter) one of the best that’s ever happened on BUPH. Getting to meet a group of girls that I instantly connected with through our love of books makes me thank BUPH for creating such a fun-loving event!

Apart from meeting such fantastic ladies, I managed to get some awesome swag from my little registration kit, which you can find some of them surrounding Reign of the Fallen below!

THE GAMES

There were, essentially, three games during this whole event. And, believe it or not, I actually placed a spot in all three of them!

I joined the first game: Truths and a Lie: YA Edition with Angel and Shai as my teammates. And we easily took one of the first place of two with all our lucky guesses. My first price was Our Dark Duet by V.E. Schwab which was such a lucky pick!

The second game was Young Adulting: A YA Trivia Game which I teamed up with Mighta and Ailla and placed third on. Now, for the record, these were all pretty lucky guesses too, since we haven’t read nearly half of what they presented. But lucky guesses gets people places sometimes, so hooray! I got Reign of the Fallen by Sarah Glenn Marsh as my second prize of the day.

And the final game was an absolute clincher, because we did a Guess the Cover game and let me tell you, oh boyyyyy, this one was the toughest game of all. The hosts did not make it easy, but somehow, back with the OG team of myself, Angel and Shai, we managed to place fourth by a landslide. I got Rookie on Love by Tavi Gevinson as my final win of the day!

From left to right: Fragile Eternity by Melissa Marr, Don’t Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout, Heart of Glass by Jill Marie Landis, All We Can Do Is Wait by Richard Lawson, The Last Girl On Earth by Alexandra Blogier, Rookie On Love by Tavi Gevinson, Puddin’ by Julie Murphy, Our Dark Duet by V.E. Schwab, and Reign of the Fallen by Sarah Glenn Marsh

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE

Of course, how can I forget the amazing Book Blind Date that occurred after the whole mayhem of games and fun? I gave out two books for the blind date, and received two back!

Though if we’re being honest, I got (3) because one of the guests gave me one of the books she got from the blind date pile. I unfortunately forgot her name, and I wish I had gotten it, because she was so generous into giving me my third one, which had a description about the 1800′s, and I could not believe my luck because I love books about the 1800′s!

The books I got for the Book Blind Date are: Heart of Glass by Jill Marie Landis (the 1800′s book, thank you ate girl, I really wish I got your name ahhh), Don’t Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout, and Fragile Eternity by Melissa Marr.

These were such fantastic books and I cannot wait to read them!

THE HOSTS

I can’t close up this recap without thanking the generous and awesome-sauce hosts of Bookworms Unite PH: JM (@bookfreakrevelations), Hazel (@staybookish), Inah (@thebibliophileconfessions), Miel (@bookishandawesome) and Bianca (@notoriouslaylow)!

This event would not be possible without all of their amazing effort into allowing bookworms like me gather with other bookworms in a safe and fun environment! I truly cannot thank you guys enough for all your hard work. Y’all are the real MVP! And I can’t wait to see you guys in this year’s Philippine Readers and Writers Festival happening on August 12. Me and my #ladybirds will come along as one of the firsts once more! :’)

From left to right: Miel, JM, Inah, Hazel (insert Bianca omg where u at gurl)

RELAUNCH GIVEAWAY ! the honest to Merlin one y’all have been waiting for

I salute you for reading through that very long and arduous recap. Or if you didn’t read it, that’s also fine, #noshame! But here we are, and to celebrate the relaunch of thebookishgoddess, I have decided to host a little giveaway for all the amazing support I have gotten from my friends (new and old) and old followers here on Tumblr for my little return. This giveaway is to share one of the wonderful books I have gotten from BUPH, so!

ONE (1) lucky bookworm will get a chance to win my ARC copy of THE LAST GIRL ON EARTH BY ALEXANDRA BLOGIER and A BUTTON PIN OF CHIBI HARRY POTTER!

I’m throwing in Harry in there just for a little extra, and to celebrate his upcoming birthday this July 31st! And here’s some fun stuff, this is open INTERNATIONALLY! Also, if you’re underaged, please ask for permission from your parents. I don’t want the coppers coming after me if your parents find out a stranger on the internet sends you stuff, haha!

GIVEAWAY RULES

MUST be following me on Instagram @thebookishgoddess

EXTRA ENTRY #1: Reblog this post and follow me on Tumblr (@thebookishgoddess)

EXTRA ENTRY #2: Follow me on Twitter (@mdsummcrs) and reblog my giveaway post!

EXTRA ENTRY #3: Check out Instagram details here

Giveaway ends on 8/7 at GMT+8 (a day before my birthday)! Winners will be chosen via random generator. The winner must respond within 48 hours upon contacting them, otherwise their winning spot will be given to another bookworm!

Thanks so much for reading, and see you all very soon! :’)

#feature #bookwormsuniteph #booklr #book blogging #bookish

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pennyinheaven · 7 years ago

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I patiently waited for Ch 27.

I am very proud of myself for scrolling away the chapter summary, the ultimate chapter spoiler. I am usually very impatient and is usually fine with spoiling myself with new chapters but this time I was able to evade reading the summary. The chapter was worth the wait.

I’ve reblogged raws and the instant translations but nothing beats reading the properly translated chapters because I fully understand the context of the images and the dialogues. I have different interpretations from the raws and instant translations do not sink in right away.

I misunderstood Doumeki’s eyes at first, I thought he was simply concerned about Yashiro’s injuries, which probably what Yashiro was pertaining to when he said that he is resilient. But Doumeki’s thoughts say that it was because he is apologetic to what he has done. I thought Yashiro was simply avoiding or being awkward towards intimacy but he actually probably caught on Doumeki’s thoughts, thus he looks away. He didn’t want to see the pained and guilty Doumeki. Quick guess is that Yashiro probably thought that he’s used to it or that he deserved to be forced, that was his fate as a neko, etc. Doumeki was not in the wrong and that if anyone should be blamed it should be him.

“At that moment I realized, that I meant something to this person…”

I am thrilled that I am reading Doumeki’s thoughts in the black boxes, dang. This person’s struggle is real. Just look at those eyes: fear of the un-/certain. He wanted to keep thinking positive that what happened was “love-making” because Yashiro cared for him, showed concern, that he was valuable to Yashiro as he is to Doumeki. That that sex was mutual. Otherwise, he’s just like other men Yashiro has slept with, men who forced themselves into Yashiro, violated and dehumanized Yashiro, he would just be the gentle version of them. Apologizing would confirm this. Well, I understand why Doumeki would think this way. Yashiro never outright admitted who Doumeki is for him, for us readers it was implied, for Doumeki though, he was just assuming that what Yashiro was saying is that he is that important to him. Doumeki can never be sure by just assuming and he’s afraid that his assumption is wrong. He thinks if he was wrong, then what happened was rape/non-consensual sex rather than love-making. Honestly, I would think the same. Nothing beats hearing the actual words such as “I like/love you”, “you are important to me” and the likes, they are solid confirmation for what a person feels, the relationship and the feelings are official; otherwise it’s all just an assumption.

Doumeki can also read through Yashiro. Yashiro being so concerned of Doumeki, worrying about him not getting any sleep, allowing Doumeki to cuddle, reaching Doumeki’s nape, Doumeki is already sensing the impending doom: Yashiro leaving. It was so obvious! Even I would sense that without the hint from the last panel in Ch 25. “Everything’s fine. Hurry up and get some sleep” With a smile on his face - Bitch, couldn’t you get any more obvious? LOL. Kidding aside, I understand Doumeki and his fears. “I’m afraid to close my eyes” and my most favorite one “I just wanted to bind him to me.” YES, ME TOO. I WANT TO WRAP YOU TWO LIKE A BURRITO AND TIE YOU UP AND SHIP YOU GUYS AWAY TO A FAR FAR AWAY PLACE, JUST THE TWO OF YOU, TOGETHER, ALONE. ***sigh***

“I don’t want to become any more-” vulnerable?? I have no idea. But this:

“It’s because it felt so good.” “But that was a lie.”

OMG. Are we back at square one? Well, not really but it reminded me of the hotel and car scenes and I guess Ch 24 too, when Yashiro and Doumeki are on a war on who’s gonna give up first and who’s gonna keep their walls up. Doumeki doesn’t want to probe too much, Yashiro is trying to build up his walls again, weak walls but he’s trying. Both can read each other all too well but both do not want to be honest of what they think the other is thinking. They are very cautious about each other.

I wonder who among those two policemen is the detective/police Yashiro always talked to. At least now we might have an idea who it is. Anyway, I love Ryuuzaki and Yashiro together. I think they are cute, well Ryuuzaki is because he is in denial of his affections towards Yashiro but this time, he can’t control his thoughts any longer. He is fully aware of his feelings, still denying it, yes, but he’s much aware of it now and he constantly needs to tame his thoughts on going in that direction.

I love how he finally noticed the shirt after a few minutes entering the car. Took him time but you notice right away when he finally realizes “the shirt”.

Yashiro in shirt = nasty-orgy-drowning-in-cum sex This is what it meant for Ryuuzaki. This whole scene was bittersweet for me. The “shirt” moment was the time that tugged Ryuuzaki’s heart and probably thought that there are men that need protection and care, not just women. In their conversation and Ryuuzaki’s thoughts, I sense that he has this typical mentality that men are strong and women are weak, physically speaking, of course. Thus women should be protected and saved while men are strong and should be saving and protecting the weak. Yashiro is a man but is “weak”, that he gets violated by other people and just asks to be saved, well at least that’s what that window sill memory tells him. Ryuuzaki wants to protect him but it contradicts what he believes into. Nipple-biting I thought Yashiro’s reaction was because he hated being licked but he was rather reacting to the pain. “You never change” “I’m not usually into nipple-biting” But Ryuuzaki usually plays with Yashiro’s nipples, from the first time years ago and even in the earlier chapters when Misumi interrupted them. Ryuuzaki’s loosing all control, I swear. Both are childish in their conversation, classic. Oh and Yashiro cares about the shirt getting stretched. Hmm…I’m probably overthinking about it. I can say more about this scene but I’ll just save it up for another post. Though, I noticed, Yashiro’s switch did not come up. Isn’t it that his switch is easily turned on whenever anything sexual was done to him? Bitten nipple would definitely turn him on. I could be wrong though or the switch now only turns on for Doumeki. Hmmm….. Anyway, I just love that they look out for each other.

I finally understood this swag/supermodel look Yashiro have here. It’s ‘thanks for looking out for me, back then and now, this is what I can do for you’. Yashiro is simply paying back and thanking Ryuuzaki for his feelings and his concern for Yashiro. Although he always acts like Yashiro is just a toilet, Yashiro knows that Ryuuzaki sees him as human, weak but at least he is human in Ryuuzaki’s eyes.

DAMMIT Ryuuzaki’s injured. I hope he gets treated right away. It looks bad, probably some organ damage might happen. I JUST DON’T WANT HIM TO DIE OKAY. He said “…he looked so damn good, it pissed me off”. My interpretation could be wrong but I think Ryuuzaki is conflicted again. The last time Yashiro wore a shirt, he looked horrible, empty, defeated, pitiful and reeked sex; this time, he looked happy, relaxed, glowing and refreshed yet he reeked sex. He imagined that Yashiro probably got into another kinky ordeal and happen to wear a shirt. His expectations on Yashiro in a shirt did not match the current Yashiro wearing a shirt that reeked sex. Little did he know why Yashiro’s butt is loose, not from multiple partners this time, but only from one partner last night. He’s not wrong though, there was still a lot of sex happened.

I like the transition from Ryuuzaki to a clinic or hospital but I seriously do not want to know about Hirata’s condition. If only Ryuuzaki aimed a bit higher, he would’ve gotten Hirata’s kidney.

The comedy relief in this chapter is gold. I don’t know I laughed a lot when Yashiro corrects that his nipple was bitten not licked. Report properly and accurately guys. This is essential in any organization you are working for. Yashiro being an exemplary employee knows this, so take note of that, Whale & Shark.

I am worried how and where Doumeki would look for Yashiro and where will Yashiro go next? Two locations…There’s 1) Misumi’s place - though I doubt he would meet up with him any time soon since he doesn’t want Misumi involved, he’s fine Misumi getting updates but that is it; 2) Kageyama’s clinic - to tend for his injuries and probably more meds, knowing he is not fully recovered, but what else could he be doing there? To confirm his feelings for Doumeki? Will he ever say anything to Kage? Highly doubting that though, as if I didn’t know Yashiro’s personality. 3) His office - reuniting with Nanahara and checking up Sugimoto (he was probably injured since he was supposed to be with Ryuuzaki, right?), and plan what to do next; 4) Doumeki’s place (?) - to check up on Doumeki??? Yeah, right. Yashiro is not there yet. Unfortunately, Doumeki would have to find Yashiro himself. If they do meet though, I am anxious at what Yashiro would do. Fire him? Ignore him like that never happened? Assign him another task, not his bodyguard anymore? What I’m sure though is that my heart will be ripped once they meet.

#super late meta #patiently waited and definitely satisfied #a meaty chapter compared to last one #saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru analysis #really? i can analyze?#saezuru feels #sounds right

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summahsunlight · 4 years ago

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Worth the Risk, Part 10

Rating: Mature(18+only)

Word Count: 1581

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Taglist: @fanfic-addict-98, @thescarletknight2014, @blushingwueen, @americasass-romanoff, @ginger-swag-rapunzel, @spider-starry, @totelpoedameron, @captain-america5, @liadamerondjarin, @m1rkw00dpr1ncess

Hello lovelies! Here is the next part. Hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. Likes, comments, asks, and reblogs are always welcome🥰

June 7, 1944

Dear Mrs.Wexley,

By the time you read this letter, I am sure the Army has dispatched a Chaplin to your house to inform you of Temmin’s passing. Your husband was the best friend any man could ask for and I miss him, dearly, already even though he has only been gone for a few hours. Everyone keeps telling me that I did what I could, that it was amazing I even got my plane back to the base in the first place. The fact is, I could have done more, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. You and your daughter deserved to welcome Temmin home from the war with open arms, not in a casket. I’ve been told it is not my fault but I will bare the burden of the guilt for the rest of my life, whether it ends tomorrow or ends decades from now. I only hope that you can forgive me for the loss of your husband. As his commanding officer, it was my responsibility to keep him and the others safe. I failed him, I failed you and your daughter.

Temmin gave me a letter just before our mission to Normandy. He wanted you to have something incase he didn’t make it back. I hope that his words give you comfort during this time of grief.

With my deepest condolences,

Captain Dameron

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Poe gripped the edge of the sink in the officer’s barracks. It had been a month since that fateful flight over Normandy, since Snap had died. There had been other flights since then, other losses, but losing the man he considered his best friend was still hitting him the hardest.

Splashing some cold water on his cleanly shaven face, Poe reached for a towel and tried to wipe the exhaustion away. He dressed in his uniform quickly and proceeded to check on his plane. After Snap’s death, as well as the radio operator, Poe and Arana had been flying in fighter planes. Their C-47 had been badly damaged and scraped for parts. The mechanics had been awed that Poe had even managed to get the plane back to England.

He liked flying in the fighter; it was faster, he felt more alive and free in that plane. Your picture was still taped to the panels, his constant reminder as to why he was fighting in this damn war. Poe was thankful your unit had moved to Normandy with them, even if he went days between seeing you. The Allies aggressive push into France was costly--wounded were coming in daily, some days worse than others. Which was why he was pleasantly surprised to see you standing near his fighter that morning.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Poe said, grinning at you.

“Hello, handsome,” you replied, returning his smile.

Poe felt his heart swell with love for you when the ring around your neck caught the sunlight and shimmered. You had tried to give it back to him after D-Day; he’d refused. He wanted you to have it. Once this war was over he was going to buy you a proper engagement ring and properly propose to you--asking your father’s permission and all--but for now, his mother’s wedding band having a home around your neck was enough of a promise for him.

You caught him looking at the ring and instantly felt a blush spread across your cheeks. You knew what the ring symbolized for him--Iolo had given you a drunken history on it a few nights ago--but even before Arana’s colorful interpretation, you knew how special this ring was to Poe. It made your heart happy that he felt you were special enough to keep it.

His hands reached for your waist and he drew you to him, placing his lips upon yours in a soft, sweet kiss. “This is a welcomed surprise this morning. I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

Gently you adjusted his uniform. “Doctor Skywalker thinks I work too hard; he wanted me to take a few hours to myself. I’ve trained my nurses well; I trust that they’ll take care of my patients.”

“I like this Doctor Skywalker way more than Doctor Hux.”

“Me too.”

“Lucky for you, I’m not scheduled for any missions today.”

“So, we can spend some time together?”

Poe took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. He laced his fingers through yours and began to lead you away from the airfield. It was very rare that both of you had free time and he wanted to make the most of it, even if it was just taking a walk down to the nearby town and grabbing some coffee. Being with you eased the pain of Snap’s passing and the guilt Poe felt surrounding his friend’s death.

You know how hard it had been for Poe, not being able to escort Snap’s body home, to attend his funeral. His death had deeply affected him and you worried about how much more Poe would be able to take. Spending time in town helped you forget for a little while that there was a war around you. The people were grateful that the Allies had liberated them and many of them were very kind to you. Having coffee at a bistro made your life almost feel normal again.

He paid for your coffee and the muffin you wanted for breakfast; you noticed the older woman behind the counter look at him approvingly and then winked at you when Poe wasn’t looking. You laughed silently and followed him to a small table. Immediately, your senses were overtaken by the smell of freshly brewed French coffee and Poe’s spicy cologne.

As you ate your muffin and sipped your coffee, Poe kept his free hand on your knee, gently stroking it while you talked. He loved touching you in any manner, whether it was when you were alone in your room and he was making your body sing with pleasure, or when you were out in public, where he could caress you with soft, affectionate touches.

“Does your dad like coffee?” you asked, breaking Poe’s intense thinking.

“Kes Dameron bleeds coffee,” Poe said with a laugh.

“I can’t wait to meet him. Do you think... do you think he’ll like me?”

“He’s going to love you, darling.”

Sighing, you smiled. “I hope so.”

Poe lifted his hand from your knee and grasped your chin, pulling you towards him for a kiss. “I know he will, Y/N. How could he not love you?”

You were sure you could think up some answers, but looking at your watch you realized that you had to get back. The town doctor had been murdered by the Nazis during the occupation--you’d put some bits and pieces together as to why throughout your stay here and it always sent shivers down your spine when you thought about it. Because there was no town doctor, you and a couple of the other nurses accompanied Doctor Skywalker on visits to the townspeople that needed medical care. “I have to go--we have house calls to make.”

He frowned and looked at his own watch. “Yeah, I have a briefing with Major Antilles--Iolo will probably kill me if I’m late again.”

“Then we don’t want you to be late.”

“You’re right; we don’t.”

Poe took you by the hand once again and led you back to base. He hated that your morning together was going to end. He walked you all the way back to the hospital, kissed you one last time like he wasn’t going to see you for days--which was a very real possibility.

Leaning into his kiss, you wished that you had more time to find a private place but there wasn’t any time. The jeep that was taking you, Doctor Skywalker, and the other two nurses to the house calls was already waiting for you. Leaving a lingering kiss on his lips, you stepped back and went to get into the jeep.

He stood there watching it go until he could no longer see it. Poe let out a heavy sigh and turned about to go to his meeting. After all, the war wasn’t going to stop just because you wanted to spend more time together.

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By mid-afternoon you had already made several visits.

There were still a few more to go when Doctor Skywalker realized that you were not going to have enough supplies to finish the calls. You volunteered to head back to the base to get them and one of the soldiers that had come with you for protection offered to drive you back.

You had been enjoying the lovely countryside while you drove along, chatting with the young man at the wheel. He was from Brooklyn, the oldest son of six, and he missed his family. He was mid-sentence when a single shot rang out...

....blood spattered over the windshield and your face as the bullet took the driver out, killing him. The jeep served violently and tipped over into a ditch and you screamed, terrified that this was the last thing you were ever going to see.

Unimaginable pain shot through you entire body and just before you blacked out, you saw the scuffed boots of a man approaching the wrecked jeep. The final prayer you had as you slipped into unconsciousness was that this man was not the Nazi sniper coming to finish you off.

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