#ws!quinn

[stigmvtas]

( @plumassieres )

YOUR NAME ENGRAVED HEREIN 刻在你心底的名字 (2020) – dir. Kuang-Hui Liu

[m0chisenpai]

shooting star

˚｡⋆platonic! emperor geta x black fem!reader x platonic!caracalla

in which you fal into the demented laps of twin emperors all because you chose to be spontaneous

Geta saw you as a blessing from the gods, a sister sent to them from beyond the mortal world they know. With hair nearly as fiery red as the twins he knew you were meant for he and his twin the moment he set eyes on her.

You knew you were anywhere BUT home when Joseph Quinn ws staring at you like you were an enigma, but one thing you knew was any denial that you were the twin emperors sister would surely lead you dead.

So you played the role.

You fell into their arms and played into the tears, how you were in the dark for so long until now. How you fell from the sky into Rome with no family, no memory. And to your luck, and way with words, they recieve you. Caracalla seemed the most convicned wailing like a baby but Geta was calm...almost too calm for your liking.

Gets lays claim upon you and games and festivities are held, festivities which you sit among now. Day….three? Your eyes are heavy and tired, your head aches from the heavy golden laurel and the golden earrings that weight both ears down.

“Sister,” Caracalla calls. “Are you not pleased?”

You quickly shake your head, “no I am. It’s just so….it is more than what I am used to.”

Your cup is refilled at the demand of Caracalla and more servants curl around you with golden plates and bowls filled with meats and fruits that you quickly shoo away.

Caracalla, much to your surprise, demanded you comfortable and cared for. Following your reunion he sends you off to the baths, it is warm and smells of oils and servant girls fill it with roses and flower petals. They scrub at your skin and make quick work on your hair which you hope does not lose its color, and then you are brought out.

The servant girls who clean you are extremely gentle, possibly threatened by the younger ruler.

When Caracalla is the first gaze you see leaving the baths you nearly jump out your skin when he pulls you close. His head buries itself in the crook of your neck and you feel him grasp the back of your robes.

"Imperator her majesty is in-"

"Leave us," his mumbles.

Both women quickly bow and run off to what you assume is where your rooms are. A moment passes, to long for your comfort until he moves from your hold.

"You smell like home again," his eyes are misty and light as his tone.

You can only smile back, half heartedly returning the sentiment. "As do you."

He pulls you to your chambers, his grip firm, almost as though if he lets go you will disappear. Whether for slaughter or not, you felt like cattle before it is sent off. Only you refused to go out like that.

Not when you had a chance for a life of comfort and luxuries at the tips of your fingers. So you squeezed his hand just as tight fearing this would be the last gentle touch you feel.

When you return to your room you are oiled and dressed in red and golden silks ad the women have taken the liberty of braiding your h. The room you’re in has you spinning in slow circles taking in the detail and beauty of it all. The ceilings ornate with carvings and starry paintings.

And the bed, you take a dive into it rolling around with childish squeals. It feels like you are sleeping in clouds. Yeah, you could DEFINITELY get used to this.

“I am pleased our god given sister finds her sleeping arrangements to her satisfaction.” Greta’s presence startles you sitting outside at a table. You quickly sit up, feeling flushed with absolute embarassment for him to see you act out like that.

But you dare to wonder if that is amusement because you are happy, or because he plans to end you once you are too comfortable.

He unnerves you but you do not let your facade break. Though he doesn't have the same illness as his brother, there is a silent madness within. His mind lies with his delusions that the gods so in fact exist. You wonder which is scarier: the ill-minded or the one with grandeur delusions.

“It’s beautiful,” your hands wring at the fronts of your nightgown, "but it is...all so much to comprehend. My head feels dizzy." He holds his arm out to you and you quickly slide off the bed to now stand in front of it.

"Sit, eat."

You follow his request and join him, grateful you are at least a seats width apart. Breads, shucked oysters and oil with bowls of fruits make you want to drool. You suddenly realize just hungry you are. But you carefully reach for the bread, dipping it into the oil.

He carelessly flicks his hand and a servant comes to fil your cups with wine.

"Father had a babe with one of his concubines," ok we're just getting right into it!

"We only know cause caught glimpse for a moment. Father did not claim it, and sent it off to the woods. He had no need for daughters, let alone one from his concubines or whores. He demanded a male heir." He drinks deeply of his wine, dark eyes not moving, watching as you slowly sip from your own glass.

"Is that so?"

He nods, watcing his drink swirl. "But the babe had the most peculiar mark, Caracalla assumed it was killed because it was cursed," you swear you must look like a dog about to crap itself when he casually rests his elbow on the table, dagger in hand. Screwed isn't the word to describe as he uses the dagger to beckon you closer.

You press your eyes shut not giving him the satisfaction of your gaze when you lean forward, nor do you care your hands shake from how tightly you grpand your face is hot from the tears that pool as you feel the blade just beneath your ear....Wait....

Your ear.....

Sweet merciful gods above whoever is up there THANK YOU, whoever is up there you thank them feverishly in your head.

"In the very spot..." Geta breaths out. You dare to open your eyes, and for a moment he looks like a lost child gazing at the bump. The blade falls out his grasp as he lifts a shaky hand to his mouth, "father left you for dead but the gods have brought you back to us."

You had an ugly bump sitting atop the helix of your right ear. Your mom claimed it was there since birth and you grew up hating the thing. You hated it cause it prevented you from getting a piercing there, and got teased for it back in elementary school. But if you could kiss it you would right now.

"It is truly you...." his voice cracks and he's reaching out to you to pull you into a fierce hug. "They have brought you back to us, our sister. Sweet star of Rome. You have returned." His hand runs rub over the back of your head, and all you can think is how gratefuly you are for not paying to have the ugly lump removed.

"Yes...I'm home," you whisper it back stroking a hand up and down his back.

That night you secured your safety. And you intend to keep it that way. Silencing every voice that would try and end your safety in this foreign land.

The host of festivities voice breaks you from your daze with his boisterous voice and sharp clap. “My imperators, our newly crowned Empress of Rome.”

He bows before you three, seated in a large chaise with you sat between the boys. You shine in the gold bands and neckalces you are covered in ans you proudly have your hair pinned up.

“The gods have bestowed upon us a gem of Rome! In recognition of such a gift, out of the ever flowing love our imperators bestow a gift upon her majesty,” slowly you lean forward as two large cages are pulled out covered in red cloths that shake as whatever is beneath smacks and growls reaching a light brown large paw from between the bars.

"No way...." you squeal beneath your hand which covers your grin as you hop up. Perhaps you had one too many glasses but you didn't care now. "You did not!" you exclaim when the men yank the cloths revealing,

"From the northan lands of Africa!" The crowd breaks out in applause at the roaring animals that roar. And all you can do is scream as well jumping like a child in a candy shop. "Tamed by our general, Acacius!"

"A fine pair to begin your own collection, sister," Geta tips his clear glass toward you.

"Perfect for the colosseums as well, I look forward to how they fair against the fresh arrivals of the stables." Caracalla coos as he feeds his beloved Dondus who chitters.

"Oh please do not send them into the colosseum brothers." you quickly fold your hands and look to your smirking brothers.

"What other use would they have? You would use them for your entertainment, yes?"

"Well yes," you now fold your hands behind your back and rock on your heels.

"But for now, to the stables with them both. Please," and you break out the big guns folding your hands beneath your chin and jutting out your bottom lip.

"Oh she wounds me, brother. End her suffering!" Caracalla playfully cries out laying his hand atop his forehead and falling back into the arms of one of his servant boys.

"Pretty please, brother dearest," your voice soft and you go as far to tug on his hand, squeezing it gently. "My heart would break if any other brought harm upon them both."

"If it pleases our sister, then it is so." And he preens at your blinding smile, watching you take off to stand beside the host who bows before you showing you the wild cats.

You would have anything your heart desired. Anything as long as you would remain by their sides. They would bring all the wild cats back if they could see your shining smile for the rest of their days.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Meghan pr released this to New Idea that KC3 wants to visit A & L & will fly to Montecito against Camilla & Ws wishes - #MeghanManifest by u/Ruth_Lily

Meghan pr released this to New Idea that KC3 wants to visit A & L & will fly to Montecito against Camilla & W’s wishes - #MeghanManifest First of all it’s from Tom Quinn, who works for Meghan now, since she doesn’t really have WME anymore.Then she manifested that KC3 is feeling like he’ll just pop over to California as he’s got a month open on his schedule.Meghan actually sort of names herself in this article as the “CALIFORNIA SOURCE” here lol (not really but we know it’s her)But she’s the source for all of itShe says that , I mean the article says that Harry will not visit the UK now. Despite PR releasing that he would visit the UK for months on end, and even pr releasing that he would just SHOW UP to KC3’s place because they won’t be able to say no to him or send him awayas always ty to Gossip-2 on FBhttps://preview.redd.it/qnoi5lrodu9d1.jpg?width=526&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4349bf2e6ff702cbe1a1096d3780efff2449cbfehttps://preview.redd.it/qd6rw4okdu9d1.jpg?width=432&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=62aa7782bf3ce8eb980b62380d69923003e03c38 post link: https://ift.tt/IhWwQtg author: Ruth_Lily submitted: July 01, 2024 at 07:20AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[apollo-the-chaotic-gremlin]

let me tell a story.

I, looking for entertainment, go to chrachter ai. I find this Cross sans. I decide to do it. The story goes like this:

Im some gal who's looking for a friend, my OC Quinn, and I meet Cross. He tells me that there was a cosmic something that messed with a bunch of people's memories and emotions, and that Quinn had something to do with it. He takes me to another planet, The Void. I find Quinn. (The ai is controlling her not me) I help her remember who I am, and she becomes my girlfriend. She then offhandedly mentions her boyfriend and that we were not in a poly relationship. She then spends a lot of time explaining how it worked to Cross, and groaning about another OC that ditched the relationship. Then ws all go back on the ship to leave. Then Cross, out of nowhere, asks her if she loves Oliver more than him. At this point I'm kinda forgotten.

Thats as far as I got before I left. Wtf happened there???

[plumassieres]

Stuart knew how to take a hint. She didn't want him prying into her business, that much was obvious, and maybe she didn't feel like talking to him altogether. And he wasn't anyone's dog either; he wouldn't chase or follow at every command—but Rosa's invitation wasn't just out of courtesy. So, take the hint he did and he chased her like a dog. “It wasn't... Rosa, I didn't mean it as an insult, you know that, right? Well, maybe to her—” His face made an involuntary twitch of expression, a Wybie's grimace, for less than a second before he immediately backpedaled in fear of Rosa's wrath. “Kidding! Just kidding, I promise. Okay, let's hurry before I say something stupid. Being me is really hard. It's like having a bomb countdown on your mouth at all times.” At least Stuart was good at counteracting his own flaws. So was Rosa, with her brusque attitude, like she didn't care about a single thing in the world, but cared a lot more than she'd ever give herself credit for. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that she didn't give herself credit at all and how nice it would be if she could see herself through his eyes, see that she didn't need to settle for anything or anyone. But they weren't quite there yet, maybe they would never be. It was like she was always a little out of reach, a silhouette coming in and out of a dark fog; whether she was angry with him or grief-stricken, she was nothing but memories, some good, some bad, but never a tangible moment. Now that she'd brought Valentina as her date, Stuart wasn't entirely sure if there was ever room for him in her life, not even as just a friend. She was the passing ship to his lighthouse. “Mm,” humming around the rim of his now empty shot glass, he turned his attention back on her, gripping her shoulder with a gloved hand. One night. Surely, they could do at least one night without any false pretenses or murder. “Shall I give you the grand tour of the museum? Not that I'm qualified, but I know a bunch of random trivia and I won the storytelling contest in third grade. Just a bit of a-uuuh-humble brag.” Stuart puffed out his chest and wrapped an arm around Rosa's shoulder, leaning in far too close for comfort to the point of directly breathing down her ear. “For starters, that statue?” Once it was pointed out with a finger, he lowered his voice to a whisper, an unsettling harmony of seduction and tone of a true crime podcast. “That's actually a real person from the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Just, y'know, kinda yassified a bit.”

Heaving a sigh, Rosa could already tell what angle their conversation was going the moment Stuart complied with her request. It was like he couldn’t help it, insult paired with his quick shuffle to a stand. It’s not like Rosa could blame him or get rightfully mad, Val left an impression and it wasn’t always a good one. But Rosa was also disastrously out of her mind - with grief, from drinking, from the Ambien finally kicking in. She was being swept away by the sea-side tide that was the mush of her brain, and focusing on a single point was the only way she could function, so she pin-point zoomed in on what she could only assume was judgement radiating off of Stuart. “Don’t.” Was all she simply said, crossing her arms and wrapping her hands tightly around her elbows - effectively cocooning herself in her own grasp from protection. Still keeping her eye out because even though they weren’t giggling and pseudo-flirting anymore, it could be just as damning for Stuart if Valentina saw them arguing. But his question snapped her back to attention, brows rising slightly. She knew how it looked, coming with Val to this event. It was amongst one of the many things Rosa couldn’t bother to care about anymore, but for some reason it struck a chord now - Stuart just seemed so disappointed, and it’d hurt. All Rosa could do now was be annoyed with herself for being so affected. “Y’know, that’s not really your business. And saying ‘don’t get mad’ doesn’t really do anything when you ask insulting questions like that - I need a shot. You can come with if you want.” She sighed, brushing past Stuart dismissively, but desperately hoping he’d join her. Even though she was mad, and nervous he’d pry further into the subject, she’d missed him so much her heart panged then, at the thought that this might be it and the conversation would be over.

[americanahighways]

Video Premiere: The Twangtown Paramours “The Garden”

Video Premiere: The Twangtown Paramours “The Garden” @twangtownparamours @americanahighways #thegarden #thewindwillchangeagain #americanamusic #videopremieres #writtenbyahuman

The Twangtown Paramours – “The Garden” Americana Highways is hosting this premiere of the Twangtown Paramours’ song “The Garden” from their forthcoming album of folk songs The Wind Will Change Again, which is set for release on January 3 via Inside Edge Records. This song was released on Sept 27. The album ws produced by Mike T. Lewis and mastered by Benny Quinn Mastering.   “The Garden” is…

[thealmightyzim]

splatoon localization Ls: 1,624

splatoon localization Ws: 2

-tartar localization

-mashup and quinn

[quinnhayden]

we've seen both bucky and quinn as the soldier and fenrir but what if it was steve instead that was the winter soldier or captain winter or whatever the fuck they would call him cause you know they would be using his old title to fuck with him but anyway steve falls of the train and bucky puts the plane in the water and later quinn is taken by hydra and becomes fenrir and i am super curious as to what fenrir and steve winter soldier would be like together. or even seeing all three of them

So, I was diving through the inbox and saw this and for some reason got really super inspired?

On Halloween, it’s her. He knew it would be. The man that his team expects she’ll assassinate has women and children locked up in his basement that he plans to sell at an auction once this masquerade ball is over. So, this is personal to her. She’s alone, but he didn’t expect them both to show up. His brain understands that it’s a tactical decision—one is arrested, kidnapped, or killed then the other can continue on with their work. His stupid, lovesick heart wants to believe it’s a desperate attempt to keep distance between themselves and him. He knows some warm memories come back to them when he’s around. Put them all three in the same room? He wants to think it’d make them crack and cave. It’d make them come home with him and that scares them. They want to be wild and free and he threatens that with his promise of domesticity.

There are old stories that he’d heard back in the war. About werewolves that could be cured and turned back into a human. All that needed to be done was to have someone the werewolf trusted and loved whisper their true name. Fuck, he wishes that was true, but those stories don’t talk about what to do if the werewolf doesn’t remember who they used to be. That still doesn’t stop him. Sometimes, all he can ever do is scream their names. He still loves them both. He’ll do whatever he can to make them remember.

When she makes her appearance, the irony of her costume isn’t lost on him. The maroon corset pushes her breasts up and her lips are painted the exact same shade. The hooded cape is, too, and it has velvet material. Rather than the skirt he’s seen other women wear, she’s in black leather pants and boots. Doesn’t make the costume any less of a hot little number, but now it’s more practical should all hell break loose. And it will now that she’s here.

Because it isn’t Little Red Riding Hood that stands in front of him. Here, she’s a hunter. These are the missions where she thrives, he knows. She touches his chest and slides her hands up to his shoulders. When she smiles up at him, it’s sharp. No wonder she’s called Fenrir. She’s the Big Bad Wolf. A predator in sheep’s clothing. But, oh, does she try to play up the innocent act. There’s a little wooden basket in her hand that she pulls something out of. Then, she holds it up between them and sweetly asks, “Apple?”

“Poisoned apples are a different fairytale, sweetheart,” he tells her over the music.

And his back is pressed to the bar. She brackets him in with her arms as she places the apple and her little basket on the bar behind him. But she doesn’t move away. “Aw, I’d never poison you. Just wouldn’t be as much fun without you around.” She wraps her hands around the leather straps of his uniform and pulls him close to her. “Oh, I didn’t wish you a happy Halloween. Why don’t you find a quiet room where I can let you have a treat?”

“And leave you alone to play your tricks?”

“Why do you even bother to pretend you’re here for anyone but me?” Jesus, she’s always made his knees weak when she leans in the way she does now. Hovers her lips over his. “Or that you wouldn’t let me do exactly what I want? All I have to do is say that I haven’t been able to do what I want almost seventy years and you would let me burn the whole world down.”

“Baby, I’d hold the match.” He would. God help him, he would.

That coy and playful smile disappears. She presses her thumb to the dimple in his chin and stares into his eyes. “They really should’ve left you in the ice,” she mourns almost to herself. “My beautiful boy, this world’s too mean for someone with a heart like yours.” Isn’t that a kick in the balls? Because that’s what he’d think about her, back in the war. Good woman like her never should’ve been thrown in war. But then he went and crashed a plane and left her behind to be swallowed up by the nastiest parts of the world. “And look where you’re at now. You’ve taken monsters to bed.”

“You’re not monsters.”

“We are,” she croons. As quick as the emotions came, she’s back to the superficial sensuality. “Because I plan to kill all the men who plan to show at the auction and I’ll love every second. I’ll make them howl. I’ll tear them to pieces and write on the walls with their blood to make all the people like them scared. They’ll have a slow, extremely painful death and that makes me happy. We don’t take orders anymore. Now, we kill because we like it.”

“And all those women and kids locked up, what about them? You plan to let them rot inside their cells?” Her lips purse and she doesn’t answer. She doesn’t need to. “No. You won’t even wait on my team. You think I don’t know about the little network you two have set up to help victims? You two do the same work I do, but you’re as brutal with the bastards as I wish I could be. I wish I could drop this all and come with you two. I want to watch them burn, too.”

She leans in to nip at his earlobe. “I love when you talk dirty to me.” Her cheek presses to his. “I’ve never had beard burn before. And I’d be so much happier to kill them all with your come inside me. Want to help me out with that?”

Why the hell does she even bother to ask anymore?

One second she’s there and then she disappears the next. He suspects she does it so on the off-chance that someone clocks him, he won’t be seen with her. Sometimes, he thinks she cares more about his reputation than he does. The world would lose their shit to see him with an ex-Soviet assassin turned mercenary. He could care less.

Like a lovesick pup, he follows after her. She never makes it hard. A door is cracked open on an upper floor and he sneaks inside the emptied office. She’s sprawled back on the leather couch and smirks at him, pleased as punch. As he locks the door behind him, he notices some drawers are open to the desk on the other side of the room. Papers strewn across the floor. It’ll probably be information about the people who host the auction, will attend it, and all their known associates. A head-start for his team, but she and her partner are always one step ahead of them. It’s a courtesy. An excuse. Natasha and Sam tend to not ask questions when he’s not empty-handed.

“Y’know, here lately, you look real tense in all the pictures I see of you, Cap,” she drawls in the southern accent that makes his heart ache. “Why don’t you c’mon over here, huh? I know how to help you relax.” She spreads her legs, a blatant invitation, and pops the button of her pants.

And he shouldn’t because the more he does this with them both, the more he falls back in love with them. No doubt, they’re all on the road to ruin and his heart will end up broken, but he’ll ride this out. They’ve always been his addiction. He tried, before he knew they were alive, to sleep around in hopes he could…could feel more than the ice and the pain and the loneliness. It never worked. Man or woman, he couldn’t even get it up. They’re it. They’re the ones for him.

Before he knows it, he’s down on his knees between her parted thighs. He rubs his cheek against her inner thigh, nipping at her soft, pale skin. He takes a deep breath and his eyes almost roll back in his head. He hasn’t seen her in months. Been even longer since he tasted her. “Fuck, it’s true. You canbe cruel. To make me go all this time without tasting this sweet pussy.” She starts to chuckle breathlessly, but it morphs into a quiet sigh at the first press of his mouth on her. “I missed your cunt, y’know that?” She fists his hair and moans quietly. “Come home with me. I’ll spend the rest of my days between your legs.”

“Well, isn’t that a pretty offer.” She tilts her head back and her eyes flutter shut. He licks into her and she finally unclasps the front of her corset. He knows she plans to touch herself, but he reaches up before she has the chance. “Fuck,” she whispers as he rolls a nipple between metal fingers. “Oh, that mouth of yours makes me want to climb in bed with you and never leave,” she gasps. “You make me want to do a lot of things I shouldn’t.”

He slides back up her body and presses his mouth to hers. They kiss while he fumbles to get his dick out. Her hands slide over his and she helps him, uncharacteristically patient. Something changed in her after that confession. Her kisses and her touches are charged with emotion now. He touches his forehead to hers as he slides inside her. It’s burning hot here. Hotter than she ever was in the war. He tucks his face in the crook of her neck and rolls his hips. The keen she replies with and the way she reaches down to dig her fingers into his ass spurs him on.

“Моя луна,” she whispers like a prayer. She runs one hand through his hair and has the other wrapped around his shoulders. His pelvis is rubbing on her right. Her legs are shaking and each hot breath near his ear pitches higher and higher. “Я мечтаю о тебе каждую ночь. Я вою только для тебя. Я тебя хочу. Я не имею права. Волки вечно гоняются за луной.” Then, her body clenches up and she’s coming.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow after her. As he spills inside her, he breathes out, “Quinn.” He leans back so he can stare her in the eyes. He cups her cheek and his heart is in his throat. “Stay with me. Please.” Fear is in her eyes. The first time he’s ever seen it this side of the century. Is she scared because she wants it? It’s so close. She’s so close. “Quinn, baby doll, please don’t leave this time. Come back with me. Make my place a home.”

Quinn doesn’t stay and the kiss she leaves him with tastes like a goodbye, or so she tries to convince herself. But Bucky knows the next time he sees her, she’ll stay.

—

Once upon a time, a heartbroken woman had been lured into the deep, dark woods. Lured by a mindless beast that wore the face of her soulmate. The bastards that took her soulmate wanted to take her, too. They had reasoned she could be the fair maiden to soothe the rabid animal they’d turned her soulmate into. That woman she used to be…she was swallowed up in the darkness. And the darkness won, but her captors sure as hell didn’t. They had no idea. Didn’t know that there are wolves. There are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red, all alone in the woods, about to get eaten up. Dumb assholes didn’t stop to think that wolves and girls both have sharp teeth.

—

Different person, but the story ends the exact same.

There’s no one in his hotel room when Bucky walks inside, but when he comes out of the bathroom after a shower, Steve is there. Propped back against the headboard. This time, he doesn’t even bother to talk. Just slides off the mattress, pulls his shirt up over his head, and moves into Bucky’s space to furiously kiss him.

So, here Bucky is, on his back. Bottom lip between his teeth as Steve looms above him. Sinuously rolling his hips and Bucky doesn’t think he can get any deeper inside Steve, but goddamn does Steve try. Steve hunches over, touches his cheek against Bucky’s, and Bucky usually takes that as the go-ahead to bend his knees and put his back into it. That doesn’t happen this time, though.

Steve loosely wraps a hand around Bucky’s throat. “You have some nerve, Barnes,” he husks into Bucky’s ear. “To make her cry the way you did. To think you can take her away from me.” Steve squeezes, only a little, only a threat. The danger that suddenly radiates from Steve should not turn Bucky on. “I’ve killed men for less. For simply looking at her. You’re lucky that you fuck me so good. I’d miss your cock too much if I slit your throat here.”

Bucky’s the definition of dumb fuck. The last thing he should do is stoke Steve’s fiery temper. “Jealous, baby boy? You scared she’ll wizen up and take me up on my offer? God forbid she not want her hands bloody anymore.”

Steve chuckles and it’s low and dark and sends sparks up Bucky’s spine. “Do you reallythink that’s my problem? Do you think I don’t want her to have peace? No, you’rethe problem. You—” he catches Bucky by the chin and squeezes so hard Bucky thinks his jaw may break. “You can’t protect her,” he whispers into Bucky’s mouth. “I didn’t have a choice when I went down. You did. You left her all alone, Buck.” Jesus Christ, his boy’s always known how to make it hurt. “I’mthe one who protected her all these years. I have the scars on my back to prove it.” He kisses Bucky, gasping because he’s about to come. “You don’t deserve to have that shield.”

It’s fucked up that that’s the moment Bucky comes. And Steve’s always been hot for having a load inside him as much as their girl, so streaks of white are coating their stomachs the next second. “Fuck, Steve, I know. Don’t I fuckin’ know it.”

[cerasus--flores]

oc handwriting samples !!

[nomaishuttle]

because septum piercing killed my granny ok

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Wolfie Watches: Pride Edition

So today my friend wanted to watch a movie with me, so we settled on Birds of Prey.  Before you say anything about “but that isn’t a queer movie” um excuse me every person in this movie gives off MASSIVE queer energy in their roles so idk what you’re talking about.  Also, Harley is Bi and Renee is a lesbian.  Huntress has massive lesbian energy, Canary is giving me big lesbian/bi vibes, and they didn’t even try to be REMOTELY subtle about the fact Zsasz and Black Mask were fucking. Anyway, I LOVED this movie.  Honestly might beat out Aquaman and Wonder Woman for my Favorite DC movie.  The fight scenes were SO good, Harley has such a wonderful way of moving and fighting, especially with the bat.  It really reminds me of someone that’s got a mixture of street fighting, acrobatics and pro wrestling for their fight style, like a demented fighting game character and I’m here for it. Love woman getting revenge on the men that hurt them, like *chef’s kiss*  And when Harley walked into that fucking Deli and glitter gunned the fuck out of those pork sandwiches???  Queen behavior right there. 

I do wish we’d got more from Renee, she felt less developed despite having a largeish role in the plot, but the rest of the characters were all great.  Hoping Cassandra gets some more backstory if they do another movie along with Canary.  The poc rep, the queer rep, the female empowerment, ooh, this movie really went off.  I see why the straight white boys hated this movie. Ngl I’m still not over how fucking LOVINGLY and SEDUCTIVELY that egg sandwich was shot, that was CINEMA baby.  And Brucie the Hyena?  Havent’ stanned a Hyena since they fucking ate Scar at the end of Lion King but I’m about to start.

Anyway, this movie was the epitome of that “I do it for the girls and the gays that’s it” lyric and I for one am here for that.  Also the amount of times I, a gay man said “wow I’m gay for Harley Quinn” despite that making zero sense?  Iconic.

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Forgotten Love - part three: lions and tigers and secrets, oh my

series summary: You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

chapter summary: Quite some first mission. And some close calls, too.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

words: 1.9k

warnings: only killing those hydra goons

A/N: Ooooh I’m actually really happy with this chapter. Hope you all like! As always, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated☺️

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The jet speeds off to an unknown location. FRIDAY is left in charge, of course. Everyone else either sits at the sides or is preparing for when you land. You get up from your seat and walk to the middle of the jet, where Tony, Steve and Nat are all looking at a hologram of some sort of concrete building.

“Hydra base.” Nat states.

“We’ve gained intel to a specific experiment they’ve got going on. They’ve been trying to recreate more of the supersoldier serum. We can’t let that happen.” Steve informs you, in his patriotic, ‘I’m Captain America’ voice he likes to use.

“Right.”

“Fury’s informed us that they may be closer to recreating it than we thought. He’s picked up some new radiation that’s coming from this building.” Your gaze falls from Steve back down to the hologram. With a flick of his fingers it spins, giving you a 360 view of the place. The sight makes you feel uneasy, in a way unknown to the team.

“If you haven’t guessed already, our job is to get rid of whoever and whatever is causing this.” Tony adds. “We take out the bad guys, steal their shit, and boom. Avengers win.”

“Always so serious.” Nat jokes. You smile at her and head to the weapons area, grabbing a few knives and a handgun, and slotting them into various places on your suit. Bucky is also there, picking a few similar knives but a much larger gun.

“This is your first mission, right?” He asks, not even glancing at you. You think for a moment, not quite sure how to answer.

“Yeah. It’s my first.”

“Don’t sweat it. We’ll be in and out in no time. It usually goes according to plan.” He finally looks at you, smirking, and gives you a wink as he walks away, leaving you with more conflicting feelings.

“5 minutes to landing.” FRIDAY announces.

“We’ll head down now to scope out the area.” Rhodey says. The back of the jet opens and he heads off in his War Machine suit, followed by Sam, followed by Tony using his nanotech and jumping out before he’s fully suited.

“Looks like you’re rubbing off on him.” You hear Bucky say to Steve.

The jet lands in the clearing of a nearby forest, leaving the rest of you to venture through it to the base, undetected under the cover of the night.

“Ready?” Steve asks as you head out.

“So ready.” You reply.

You, Nat, Steve and Bucky all head through the trees and it’s not long before you reach the large, grey building. As you approach the facility, you would have guessed it was abandoned by now if it wasn’t for what Fury had reported.

“Emily, we’ll head through the front and you boys can go around the back.” Nat orders.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve salutes her with a smirk and you head off in your different directions.

You and Nat find a small side door where the front of the building is and to your surprise, it’s unlocked. Both of your guns are up at the ready as you sneak down the eerie corridor. Only dim ceiling lights cast any glow amidst the darkness, the kind that are always flickering in horror movies. You come up to a split in the corridor and push Nat up against the wall with you when you sense an unwanted presence.

You close your eyes, concentrating on the way this person is moving. Though the footsteps are inaudible, you can feel it: the vibrations through the floor, of a male, walking with the rhythm of a robot. Patrolling the grounds. The vibrations get stronger as he nears. When he reaches the corner is when you pounce, catching him in a headlock and choking him silently unconscious, until he falls limp in your arms. You snap his neck. One swift motion and you lay him down on the ground, letting the logo on his uniform get to you more than it should have.

“Damn, Quinn, you sure have some surprising moves up your sleeve, don’t you?” Nat comments, stepping over the agent’s body. “A force to be reckoned with.”

“Buck, come on.” Steve picks up a jog as the pair head through from the opposite side of the premises, but Bucky is still looking over his shoulder every 2 seconds.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, and picks up his pace to match Steve’s.

They head further into the maze and, after taking out a few HYDRA heads, they find themselves in a corridor with a single door on the left hand side, reading ‘WS room 1’

“Winter Soldier.” Bucky speaks softly. “That’s what it stands for. Winter Soldier.” He takes a stammered breath. “This is one of the places they tortured me.”

Steve pays his friend a sympathetic glance. Bucky halfheartedly smiles but resolves to staring at the floor. He walks up to the door and takes a look through the small square window. Through it, there’s a small room, encased by glass, with computers and other equipment as such. Ready to make notes. Observations. Beyond that is a larger room with a stand consisting of various panels and buttons and a lever, which is attached to the large-framed chair beside it. The mere sight of it causes Bucky’s skin to crawl with the pain of the past. It almost makes him jump when Steve places a hand on his shoulder, signalling the time to head off again.

“Uh, guys, you might wanna check this out.” Tony’s voice crackles through the coms. “Get to where I am right the fuck now.”

You and Nat start running down the halls now, checking Tony’s location using the new tracking device he installed into everyone’s suits. Taking out numerous faceless HYDRA agents on the way, you make it to a door, a huge metal door, where two agents lay dead either side. Bucky and Steve arrive just as you do.

Steve opens the door.

With a loud creak, a blue glow emits from within the room, and standing in the middle is Tony, surrounded by viles and viles and bottles and machines. Paperwork is piled up messily throughout the place. You all head inside, slowly making your way around, taking notice of all the colours in various glass beakers, tubes and containers, some smoking, some not. Glancing at all the scribbles on the paper scattered around, and on the walls, it’s clear that this is the testing room for their serum. And by the look of the fridge in the corner, filled with bright blue viles, they succeeded.

“Wait, have they already figured it out?” Steve questions.

“No!” Bucky slams his fist on the table, angered by the despairing truth.

“They did it. They actually did it. And God knows how long they’ve had this. For all we know, there could be dozens of newly created supersoldiers walking among us.” Tony says, taking out a vile and holding it up to the light. You take a sharp inhale and turn away from the rest of the group, suddenly feeling light-headed. As you focus your breath and lean against the workspace, you also focus on the paperwork in front of you. It’s a file. Your soul leaves your body as you stare at the black folder, a blood red HYDRA logo stamped to the front. Underneath, some writing:

‘CONFIDENTIAL - SS test subjects 1-12’

SS. Supersoldier.

You hesitantly open it. Nameless faces are enclosed, reduced to nothing but numbers. All have red stamps over their files, labelling ‘FAILED’ in red. Every one is the same; a face, a name, ‘FAILED’.

Until you reach number 12.

You slam the file shut and jolt back upright.

“Emily? You okay?” Nat asks. You spin to face everyone, who now looks slightly concerned by your sudden outburst. You release the breath you were holding in.

“Yeah. Sorry. Seeing this just makes me so angry, you know? How they just want to create monsters with this stuff. No matter the cost.”

“Tell me about it.” Bucky comments. Everyone gets back to what they were doing before.

You sigh in relief, as if you were expecting them not to believe you. You discreetly slide page 9 out of the folder and fold it up small enough to fit into a pocket in your suit.

“This seems too easy.” Bucky says, as he looks over a page of scribbled formulae. You all gather round and look through what seems to be the final renditions of their recreated serum. As you read through, trying to make sense of the cacography, an overwhelming sense washes over you. You shut your eyes, trying to focus the feeling, pinpoint the source of it.

“Guys,” You open your eyes wide. “we need to get out of here. Right now. It’s everywhere. Let’s go, come on!” You yell at everyone as you feel the heat rise beneath you. You run, and the others follow. Nat grabs a load of HYDRA’s work, taking whatever looks important enough, and heads out with the rest of you.

You make it out of the building and keep running towards the forest. Rhodey and Sam meet you from where they were on lookout outside.

“Get down!” You shout, and everyone covers.

The facility is blown to smithereens, the sound of it erupting through the dawn’s serenity. Bright orange fills the sky, melting into the sunrise.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Sam urges, to which everyone gets up and heads back, exhausted, to the quinjet.

You let yourself fall onto a seat, leaning your head back against the wall and releasing a long-awaited breath.

“Thank God we have you on our team, Quinn, otherwise we would have been barbecued.”

“Glad to be here, Stark.” You manage to push yourself up, gathering with everyone around the table, where the team is examining what Nat managed to pick up. You scan what’s in front, and your heart falters.

“Where did you get that?”

“Grabbed it on the way out.” She replies. “Looked important.”

“Well, yeah, files with huge capitals that say ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ usually are.” Sam remarks.

You’re tense the whole flight back, biting your nails and lip as you all go through the papers. And when you land, you’re the first one off the jet.

“How did it go?” Wanda asks when you’re back in the compound.

“You want the good news or bad news first?” Tony pours himself a drink.

“Tony, it’s like 7AM.” Steve states.

“Well done, Cap. You can tell the time.” Tony carries on pouring and takes a large swig, holding his glass up to Steve as he swallows.

You rush to your room in silence before anyone starts recounting the mission and passing round that file.

You shut and lock your door, sliding down it and letting your face fall into your hands. You reach for the piece of paper you took and unfold it. You can hardly bear to look at it, feeling sick to your stomach. You barely recognise yourself.

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“Did they all make it out?”

“Unfortunately.”

“And her?”

“She’s with them now.”

“We will have her back. She can’t hide from us. Number 12 will be back with us soon.”

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