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zeemczed-blog · 1 year

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So I Finally Watched Goncharov (1973) - WHAT NOW?

First off, congratulations on breaking out the Laserdisc player. Or low-quality MP4 rip or whatever. I hope you enjoyed what is arguably one of the best (and low-key queerest) mafia thrillers of all time.

BUT RIGHT, what do you watch now that you’ve whetted your whistle for weird semi-gay mob violence? Well, here’s a list of eight recommendations (why 8? I couldn’t think of ten that were quite good enough, that’s why) to get you going.

8. AKAGI, 2015.

Underground gambling, incredible intensity, betting your own blood on mahjong... this one’s heavy on the gambling terminology, and can be a little hard to follow if you don’t know about the game, but it’s worth it.

7. UN ASONTO DE PLATA Y PLOMO, 1988

“An Affair of Silver and Lead” is one of the best proto-narcocorridas out there. A borderline rock opera (with a gloriously copyright-infringing soundtrack), Un Asonto took a look at Scarface and said “yeah, but what if we play how awesome being a gangster is straight?” Compared to Goncharov it’s devoid of nuance, but the cinematography and violence is beautiful, and the characters are brilliant. If you aren’t cheering after watching Fuego Caliente gets his ass handed to him by Diego De La Montoya, check your pulse.

6. WELCOME TO WABASH, 1992

Despite the small town Indiana setting, this gets very dark, very intense, and very weird very quickly. Interesting for many reasons, not the least of which is because it blew a hole in the “war on drugs” rhetoric of the era (one of many reasons it didn’t get a wide release). Wet Charlie’s story is a hell of a tearjerker, and the background “we can’t call it a romance but it’s totally a romance” between Jen and Big Linda is a remarkably heartwarming thread in a movie that ends with 80% of the cast dead.

(Jen and Big Linda survive. That’s not a spoiler, you find that out in the first scene, thank you nonlinear storytelling.)

5. BURIED IN MUD, BURIED IN BLOOD, 1960

If Goncharov had more beatniks... it wouldn’t be this, but it’d be kinda close. A knee-jerk gritty backhand-response to the stylish heist movies of the era, BIMBIB is a tale of desperate thieves trying to unload a stolen Renaissance painting before they get fingered - or worse, before the bill for everything they used to steal the painting comes due. Spoiler: SHIT GOES BAD QUICKLY. Might have been partial inspiration for Guy Ritchie’s later work. Fair warning: If you’re allergic to bongos, watch it with the subtitles on and sound off. And no, the title makes no sense, but the studio insisted on using it.

4. SHOOT THE SHAGGY DOG, 2002

A bargain-bin treasure, STSD was a direct to video release that should have at least gotten an arthouse release. Half the actors are wooden and overly stoic, the sets are obviously sub-zero-budget, the cinematography is a joke, but the plot will keep you on the edge of your seat, and the few good actors - notably Chaim Wallace’s turn as Frankie - have enough gravitas to pull the rest along. “Gang wars are always brutal, kid. When the other gang’s the police, that doesn’t change anything.” Goosebumps, every time.

3. THE GODFATHER, PART 2, 1974

I mean, if you’re gonna watch Goncharov, you might as well, right?

2. ÖFEKLI KAPLAN VE SONSUZ GüN, 1989

It’s TURKISH GONCHAROV! I’m not actually kidding. “The Furious Tiger and the Endless Day” started out as a remake of Goncharov, before the director took it hard in another direction. Hence why the Goncharov expy, Avci, dies halfway through the movie, and the equivalent of our favorite ice-pick wielding “little guy”, Demirci, is the one to tie up the loose ends with his own flavor of brutality. If you’re of a certain age, you might have seen part of it already - it got shared on Kazaa and Limewire a lot, usually with filenames that suggested it was porn. Not GOOD, but surreal as hell, especially if you’ve just watched the actual Goncharov.

1. FACE EATERS FROM DIMENSION X, 1990

Don’t let the B-movie title dissuade you. Once you get past the Troma-typical gorn and sex, you’re left with a remarkably tight crime story about warring families, the inevitable breakdown of diplomacy, and a stinging rebuke of the concept of the Nash Equilibrium. Also the titular Face Eaters are freaky as hell and I want one as a plush toy.

#Goncharov #Goncharev #I don't know why you keep spelling it as Goncharev #There was ONE VHS release that misspelled it #Plus I guess one of the two teaser posters #It's Goncharov dammit #movie recommendations #Feedback is welcome

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ladyshandioftheendless · 2 years

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Shandi’s Writer’s Month Prompts!

Day 27: Word: Silk | Setting: Car Shop

The long awaited continuation of Day 17! It’s so goddamn cheesy but I kinda love it and I hope you do too! =3

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Over the next few days Eric was finding it difficult to focus. His exciting night with Vinnie was all he could think about. Even in his dreams he'd have vivid memories of Vinnie lacing their fingers together and holding his hands tightly as he rode him. He remembered every word from those gorgeous lips.

“Ohhh god, Foxy you feel so fucking good~!!”

He was moaning blissfully and thrusting down so hard the bed was shaking. His eyes were rolling back and his mouth hung open. So perfect~

“Fuuuck…I'm gonna cum, Foxy…I'm gonna cum~!!”

“Show it to me..let me see..!”

He watched Vinnie lean back and grasp onto his thighs, shouting out loudly and gloriously as he climaxed. It was a beautiful sight~

Shit.

He was daydreaming again.

And now he was hard as a rock.

He groaned and asked his boss if he could be excused for the day. With his jacket tied around his waist.

Of course the dirty thoughts didn’t stop on the drive home, or after rubbing one out in the shower. He needed the real thing. He needed to see Vinnie again.

~*~

On his next night off he went back to the Firehouse, only to find Vinnie standing in front of the bar smiling at him as though he were waiting for him. “Welcome back, Foxy..I missed you~”

“You..were expecting me..?”

“I knew you’d come back for more eventually~”

“I’m..that obvious huh?”

“I think it’s adorable~ Just to let you know..I will have to charge you this time.”

Eric sighed and nodded. “Yes, I know. I brought money with me but I don’t know how mu–” Vinnie pressed a finger to his lips to hush him. “You let me worry about the money. Let’s just have some fun~”

“O-okay~”

~*~

Once they were back in Vinnie’s room, Eric took off his heavy boots. Why did he even wear those in the first place? He rolled his eyes. Guess he was too busy thinking about Vinnie to even put on sensible shoes. He felt Vinnie’s hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing away the tension. “Been working hard, Foxy~?”

“Only so I could come here.”

Vinnie’s laugh was music to his ears. “Did you really miss me that much~?”

“I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve been having dirty thoughts about you all week.”

“Ohhh really~? Did you touch yourself when you thought about me~?”

“Every time.”

“Mmm..I love the thought of you screaming my name while you cum~”

“I can give you a demonstration~”

“Would you~?”

“I kinda wanna do things a little differently this time.”

“You’re the customer after all~ We can do anything you want~”

“Then you don’t mind me taking charge?”

“Honey..I’m flexible. I can be whatever you want me to be~”

“Take off your clothes then.” He smiled when he felt Vinnie shudder against him. “Is that an order, sir~?”

“It’s definitely an order. Stand in front of me. Let me watch you do it.”

“Take a seat then~”

Eric smiled and made himself comfortable in a nearby lounge chair. He watched Vinnie move his body slowly and sensually as he undressed. Soon he could feel his own face starting to heat up. “I..I’ve never had anyone..do a strip tease for me before..”

“Don’t worry..it’ll be our little secret~” He moved closer as he tossed away the last of his clothes, leaning down to position himself between Eric’s open legs. “I bet somebody else is very excited too~”

“Y-yes..very..”

“How about we let him out to play~?”

“Not..quite yet.”

Vinnie pouted. “Why nooot?”

“I told you. I wanna do things differently.”

“How do I fit in~?”

“We’ll find a good..fit for you~” Spotting a black silk scarf draped over the headboard, Eric went over to the bed and grabbed it, winding the ends around his palms. “I think this will do nicely. Stand up for me..and turn around.”

“Oh, yes sir~” Vinnie trembled in anticipation as Eric approached, the floorboards creaking under his feet. The scarf was wrapped around Vinnie’s eyes and tied against the back of his head. “W-what’s this..?”

“A blindfold, what else?”

“You do know I have actual blindfolds right?”

“Shh..I know you have them. I told you I’m doing this my way.”

“Consider me intrigued, Foxy~ What now?”

“Now..turn around..and get on your knees.”

“Y-yes sir~” He enjoyed Vinnie’s eagerness to obey. Maybe there was a small part of him that enjoyed being a Sub as well? “What do you think I’m gonna do to you now, Vin~?”

“Please, sir..” Vinnie leaned forward with his mouth open. “..let me..let me taste your cock~”

“I thought you said you couldn’t fit me in your mouth~?”

“I’ll never know if I don’t try.. Please..?”

“Beg for it.”

“Oh sir, you’re so mean to me~ You have no idea how much I’ve thought about your cock inside me. You felt so good..so so good~ You can get just as much pleasure out of fucking my mouth..I promise you~”

Eric stroked Vinnie’s hair. “I should’ve expected you to be so good with your words~”

“Did I make you hard, sir~?”

“That’s for you to decide~” He guided Vinnie’s hands to his fly, helping him pull down the zipper. “I think you can figure out the rest from here~”

“Thank you..for keeping my hands free, sir~” Vinnie sounded absolutely delighted as he pulled Eric’s cock free, circling the head with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. “..mmmmm~” His moan sent shivers up Eric’s spine. “F-fuck…maybe you can’t..get it all in but..you make a damn good effort~”

~END~

#Shandi's Writing Month #our dear Foxy gets Dommed~#Part 2: Role Reversal~#Exotic StarChild~#Writer's Month 2022 #MINORS DNI

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gabbylyons · 1 year

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DouWata + Himawari or Yuuko with crush prompt 24!

If you do write with prompts, of course.

I was actually using that prompt list for my OCS, as it's been a long time since i've written anything longer than a scene and i wanted to practice. And yes, i do take prompts and Holic is my favorite manga/anime but, forgive if my writting seems kinda rusty!

As for your ask anon..

So..Douwata and Himawari/Yuuko

24. "It doesn't take an idiot to figure out how in love with them you are"

To Kimihiro Watanuki, birthdays were no occasion to be celebrated. For most of his life, they were a crushing reminder of his own guilty and shame, of the overwhelming loneliness that grew in his heart. After all, what there was to celebrate in a life that he didn’t want and only brought him pain? If it weren’t for this cursed existence, maybe his parents were still around, with each other. What was the use in the life they gave their own for, if he couldn’t even grace them with a memory?

Of course, those were all just some of the questions that tortured his mind. Even when he dared being happy for once, his birthday ended up being the day his first friend - his only friend - left this world. So, every april 1st, Watanuki carried on, doing anything that would help him forget himself. But at the time he turned 17, everything was different.

Yuuko had given him a day off to rest and the new volume of his favorite manga to read. It was on a saturday, so he didn’t have to worry about going to school and meeting that irritating Doumeki with his intense eyes that always seemed to be on him, or his stupid arms that always caught him and looked so invitating when he had his archer uniform on..

..no. Watanuki didn’t want to think of that idiot. No. The day was going perfectly. Nobody would ruin him.

Oh, at this point, he really should know better...

He had left to buy some groceries for lunch, and as soon as he reached the entrance of his apartment building, he felt a painful hit on his neck, only to turn around and be met with a very, very annoyed Ame-Warashi pointing her umbrella at him.

“Kimihiro Watanuki! Don’t you have any manners?! Ignoring us like that..”

The boy placed both hands on back of his head, trying to protect himself. It wasn’t until he took a better look around that he fully grasped at what was happening.

Behind Ame-Warashi, was Zashiki-Warashi, holding tightly to something with a little ribbon. Despite being too flustered, the girl smiled. Around them were Yuuko and Mokona, gloriously holding sake bottles and, almost behind him, were sweet Himawari, always so beautiful, so gracious (looking at her made all the pain disappear. Watanuki just couldn’t hold back the happiness when she was around), Kohane and...the stupid. The idiot. The utter bastard. Doumeki.

“Oi. We want birthday snacks, Watanuki.”

He felt like he was about to comburst.

“WHY DO I EVEN HAVE TO COOK ANYTHING?? ESPECIALLY FOR THIS IDIOT!!..DOUMEKI. AND DON’T YOU DARE CALLING ME UP BY OI!!”

“Happy birthday, Watanuki-kun!” - said Himawary cheerfully, making his heart flutter.

Yuuko chimmed in, approaching her employee with a big box in her hands.

“Given that this is our Watanuki’s day, I thought we should do a little surprise party, with delicious food and of course, lots of drinks!!”

“I knew it!” he retorted. “you’re looking again for excuses to drink! And what kind of surprise party makes the birthday person cook anyway???”

“Every day is a good day for delicious sake..and no one can cook like you!” Yuuko said, almost singing, making Mokona laugh. Words would always get in the way, but Watanuki would always be thankful to Yuuko for giving him a reason to live, a hope to hold on. For that, and many other reasons, she would forever be his most important person. And he could scream and shout the whole day, he knew he was going to cook when prompted. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

So that’s how he ended up going back to the shop, followed by his ‘guests’, and cooking a rich lunch for that afternoon with ingredients from that box his boss was carrying.

When they were finally gathered around outside, each eating from their own plates, Yuuko coughed discretly and poked at him.

“So..Watanuki..you’re getting older. Have you already got plans for your marriage?” she teased.

He jumped so hard he almost choked on the tea he was drinking.

“Ma-marriage? Yuuko-san I..”

“Oh my..Don’t tell me Doumeki-kun still hasn’t proposed!” she said, obviously amused. but there was a hint of something else, hidden behind her red eyes. I was more and more present on her looks ever since he fell off that window.

“If he can cook like this every day..” Doumeki said, still chewing on his food. Watanuki fell face down on the floor.

“What are you even saying you absolute cretin!! And you, Yuuko-san, what makes you think I would marry a guy like this?”

The witch fit her head on her palm and looked at him.

“Oh, well..it doesn’t take an idiot to figure out how in love you with him you are.”

He gasped. His arms were everywhere. In love, with him of all people? With that stupid smug face and caring eyes and strong arms and soft hair..

No..NO. NEVER.

His despair was broken with Himawari laughing so sweetly.

“You two get along so well!” she said “And are always doing things for each other..We just can’t help it when we like someone, can’t we, Watanuki-kun?”

As she said it, Himawari placed a hand on her shoulder and stole a glance at Yuuko so discreet that in other times, Watanuki wouldn’t have noticed. As he turned to the dimensional witch, she had her eyes locked on Himawari, so focused on her, so..soft. Could it be..?

Then Himawari got up and started picking up her plate and glass.

“I’m going to get more tea! Does anybody wants more?”

"No, Himawari-chan! I can do it for you!"

"But it's your birthday! Please enjoy it!" She smiled at him.

She walked away, but as soon as she was close to Yuuko, she bent down.

"Yuuko-san, do you need more sake?"

"Oh my, would you be so kind, Himawari-chan?" The witch said, gently holding the girl's chin with her long fingers. Watanuki mantained his fear that Yuuko wanted to eat her. Or, perhaps..Watanuki couldn't get the suspicions away, so he tried to turn the tables.

"So, Yuuko-san..you say that it's easy to see that I am in love with that idiot Doumeki, but what about you?! Even an oster could see that you're in love with Himawari-chan!

One second. Two seconds. Silence fell. Himawari froze in place. Yuuko looked at him as if she wanted to eat him.

Just when he thought she was getting up to actually devour him, she walked straight to Himawari, gently holding her hands in hers, and taking her right to her side.

"This girl's path may not have been filled with happiness until now..but she has filled mine with love"

Himawari looked like she was about to cry, but she held Yuuko's hands even tighter. Watanuki couldn't believe what was in front of him.

"So the dimensional witch is truly a wicked woman.." this time was Ame-warashi who spoke. "Talking about the misfortune this girl brings only to take the boy out of her way."

"oh, am i?" yuuko returned the same energy. "or is it something you would do to keep him away from this cute girlfriend of yours?? After all, it's not like you're trying to hide your feelings for Zashiki-warashi. And she did have a huge crush on him."

It wasn't even possible for Zashiki-warashi to blush even harder, but it happened anyway. Deep down Watanuki felt sorry for her. Poor girl couldn't even form a single sentence, being put on the spotlight by Yuuko and Ame-warashi.

"It is different, though. This boy would never be good enough for her and i have always been by her side, caring for her. There's no way he can compete with me, because i am hers in a way he could NEVER be!

"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???" Watanuki was desperate. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole. So, not only his Himawari was dating his boss, but also his birthday turned into a love declaration competition??

"Oh, tried to use your brain for once!!" Ame-warashi said sharply. "You look so stupid, being in denial like that. Even that child is mature enough to not hide her feelings for you!"

She pointed right at Kohane. The little girl looked at her feet and looked embarassed, but managed to speak.

"Kimihiro-kun is the most important person to me.."

"Kohane-chan.." he looked at Doumeki. The clown who started this circus. "Why can't you even say something you stupid Doumeki??"

The archer then got up, took something out of his pocket and said:

"Enough. He is right. Besides, it's time for gift-giving."

He handed his gift for Watanuki, who was expecting everything, except what he got.

A little box. And there was a ring inside.

And before Watanuki could even think, Doumeki was down on one knee in front of him.

The sounds that Watanuki made as he was yelling and running around after that werent even human.

And somewhere, a little apart from the others was Mokona Modoki, finishing his fifth sake bottle, and wondering how was it possible to have so many fools find each other at the same time. But he wasn't surprised. It was hitsuzen, after all.

#i actually had so much fun writing this #this is pure crack lol #xxxholic

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warriors-fallen · 4 months

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PROLOGUE

“I’m hoping they leave soon,” a quiet voice spoke, whiskers twitching as smooth pelts brushed by foliage in the darkness. “I’m getting so hungry I’ve considered just walking right up and begging for food.”

“Good luck!” a pelt brushed against hers, and she shot the dark form an amused look. “You can’t exactly thank StarClan for something from a twoleg.”

“I know,” the pale ginger she-cat nudged the tom beside her. “Always so serious, Smokepelt.”

“I was joking,” Smokepelt murmured beside her, affectionately flicking her ear with a paw.

“You never sound it,” the she-cat teased, taking a deep breath of the chilled night air.

The sky was a deep, beautiful blue that held multitudes of shimmering stars and a gloriously full moon. The mystical light shone atop everything, illuminating gorgeous flowers and vegetation, illuminating every movement on the twoleg worn road ahead of them. It reeked of monsters, an unpleasant touch to such a scene, but it undoubtably smelled like home. It was a constant, a smell always on her mind when she remembered being a carefree kit, and a boisterous young apprentice more eager than anything to grow up.

She wistfully wished for those days to come back- she was getting older told by the annoying ache in her bones and how she was slower and slower on hunts. She had several more moons before she would let herself retire, but she wished that while she was still a warrior she could be just as strong and quick as she was as a younger, excitable she-cat.

“Honeybee?” Smokepelt’s coarse voice brought her out of her thoughts. She grinned at him and leaned into his shoulder, sighing softly. She traced his paler, wispy smoke like patterns down his pelt with her eyes, faintly illuminated in the moonlight.

“Just thinking back to when we were younger warriors. Back before your breath stank.”

“Hey!” Honeybee laughed as Smokepelt thwacked her with a heavy paw. “It’s not that bad!”

The two senior warriors erupted into laughter, looking affectionately at each other for a few moments. They twined their tails and bumped noses, before Smokepelt withdrew and yawned, his yellowish teeth on full display.

“Well,” the tom stood and shook out his pelt, arching his back in a quick stretch. “If you’re so hungry, would you like to hunt?”

Honeybee did feel incredibly hungry- enough for her stomach to churn uncomfortably. This silly night time walk and sightseeing could pause a bit for a mouse or two. The camping twolegs were behind them, and the road was usually devoid of roaring monsters at this time. It was a good opportunity for potentially easy prey.

“Alright,” Honeybee stood and stretched her legs, bumping shoulders with Smokepelt. “I’m sure there’s something running around. Let’s go.”

Smokepelt opened his maw to respond, before he paused and swiveled an ear. Honeybee gave him a questioning look, before her own ears picked up on the sound.

A monster was approaching.

Honeybee was more annoyed than frightened- PathClan was used to this, it wasn’t unusual. They didn’t panic like the cats from other Clans. They stalked along twoleg camping territory and roads with confidence. It was their home. All she had to worry about was the fact the prey nearby would duck and hide at the loud sound, and she and Smokepelt would either have to stalk further off or go back to camp with empty bellies until the morning.

“Mouse-brained twolegs,” Honeybee hissed through her teeth, plopping back down on her haunches. “Ruining a perfectly good night.”

“Are you sure your name isn’t Grumpybee?”

Honeybee rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Smokepelt, who teasingly bared his fangs and chuckled.

The rumble and noise of the monster was intensifying, and Honeybee flattened her ears. It was one of the obnoxiously loud monsters, then. The ones that were usually filled with equally loud, blabbering twolegs.

The lights flashed around the corner of the road. The monster was going fast. A little too fast. Its wheels were struggling to keep it straight. Honeybee felt her fur bristle, and she went to yowl out to Smokepelt to ensure they both got out of the way in case-

The monster swerved, faster than the cats could blink. Right off the road.

All Honeybee heard was a screech from Smokepelt and a deep roar of the bellowing monster.

And then she was gone the moment the beast slammed into her.

It was warm. Certainly a little warmer than it should be near the end of greenleaf, with leaf-fall quickly approaching. But she wasn’t complaining.

A blade of grass tickled her nose, and she scrunched up her face, turning her muzzle away. She was too warm and comfortable to want to open her eyes and properly wake up. It must have been a little past dawn, and she guessed her Clanmates, sympathetic of her older age, decided not to jostle her awake for the first patrols of the day.

Well, good. After all the hunting and hard work she had done for her Clan, she thought she deserved a little rest. Especially when dawn brought with it deep and gnawing aches. She wanted to prolong a visit to Loudrock, the much too overbearing medicine cat, as long as possible.

A paw landed on the top of her head, prodding softly. She grumbled in annoyance, peeking open an eye and expecting to see Smokepelt urging her awake to get the day started. An early riser, he was.

She was instead met with the starry pelt of an unfamiliar spotted cat.

“StarClan?” Honeybee was fully awake now, her amber eyes wide in shock and amazement at the ethereal power in front of her. “But- but why-.”

She saw a flash. She heard the roaring. She felt the hard slam against her.

She was dead.

“Welcome, Honeybee of PathClan,” the spirit smiled softly down at her, a sorrowful look contrasting in its eyes. “It is unfortunate that a reckless twoleg took your life.”

“Smokepelt! Is he okay?” Honeybee blurted out, jumping to her paws. She couldn’t think about her death without finding out if the tom was safe. “Please, tell me he’s okay!”

“He is alive. The monster did not hit him.” The StarClan cat soothed, and Honeybee felt like her legs would buckle from the relief the calming voice brought her. “He will feel grief, but he is still alive.”

“I- I’m glad,” Honeybee breathed, before she let the gravity of what happened sink in. She was dead. She hadn’t gotten to live out her elder years with Smokepelt and her Clanmates…a stupid twoleg who clearly didn’t know how to direct a monster had killed her. She was devastated, to be sure, but oddly enough she felt…subdued. Subdued and unable to break down in front of this cat of StarClan.

“I know you must be shocked from such a sudden experience,” The StarClan cat laid its tail over her own starry back, their brown and white spotted pelt carrying an aura of comfort and peace. “But you are safe here. Your Clanmates will miss you, and you will miss them. But one day, they will join you and reunite with you here. I know you were eager to retire and live out your days as an elder, but you will be just as happy here. There’s endless prey, endless warmth, and endless space. Your kin and their kin are here, and you’ll get to see them again.”

Honeybee felt lulled into a state of peace. Right…right, she didn’t need to mourn right now. There was time for that later. She was in one of the most beautiful places to exist, she should enjoy it all first.

“What’s your name?” Honeybee queried as the StarClan spirit began to lead her away from where she had woken up.

“I’m Squirreltuft,” the brown and white spotted cat purred pleasantly, eyes glimmering. “In life, I was a warrior of SkyClan.”

Honeybee halted in her tracks, gasping in astonishment. SkyClan? One of the five original Clans? Her potential ancestor? The legendary cats who bravely sent their own away to ensure the survival of every cat?

Squirreltuft laughed airily, curling their tail and smiling. “That’s a common response. And because I know you’re thinking it, yes, I am your ancestor, Honeybee. My kin have gone far and wide, and the blood trails leading to me are small and forgotten. But we are kin, all the same. My kits were among the warriors of SkyClan that left the lake to form the Clans you know today. You have my blood within you.”

“That’s incredible,” Honeybee breathed, and for the first time she noticed she was ache-free…and so full of light and energy. Her kin was dazzling, an impressive legend to be told…she was honored to be related to such a brave cat. She couldn’t imagine the pain of the sacrifice they endured, watching their own kits travel far away and start new lives without them.

“I have a lot of questions!” Honeybee squealed despite herself, before she flattened her ears sheepishly. She was acting like a kit in front of a StarClan warrior, one who was an ancestor to her Clan.

“And there’s plenty of time to learn,” Squirreltuft flashed her another dazzling smile. “But first, we need to get you initiated.”

Honeybee tilted her head. Initiated? Wasn’t she already one of StarClan?

“You are,” Squirreltuft mewled, as though they could read the pale ginger she-cat’s mind. “Initiation here is not what you’d think. All it means is that you can access all of StarClan afterwards. It was put into place to make sure no more bad cats weaseled their way into our ranks. They can’t access StarClan if they don’t deserve to be here.”

“Oh…that makes sense,” Honeybee hummed in agreement, though she wasn’t quite sure why StarClan, with all their powers, needed a processing system like that. Surely they’d be able to handle it just fine? But she wasn’t about to argue, she was perfectly fine with it. She knew she was a good cat. Squirreltuft did too. “So…all of this around us is only a small part of StarClan?”

She gazed up quietly at the beautiful sunhigh sky and the soft clouds rolling across it like the soft fluff from kits. All around them was a grassy, lush expanse, with impossibly healthy trees and the wonderful sound of abundant prey squeaking and cawing to be swept up and fill the bellies of joyful, star pelted cats. She could see quite a ways ahead, but she supposed that wasn’t much considering no other StarClan cats were wandering around. It felt empty.

“It’s not even close to all of StarClan,” Squirreltuft flicked their head, gesturing to the possibility of more. “But you’ll be amazed when you see it! We have pools to splash in, fields to run in, soft nests to lay in and see the living as you doze. It only takes a second. Here- watch!”

Honeybee felt a tremble run through her as Squirreltuft’s nose gently touched her cheek, and her vision gave way for the briefest second. She instinctively unsheathed her claws to ground herself, but within moments she could see again and make herself secure.

The two were presumably…underground? Glimmering rocks were all around them, weaving into never before seen twists and patterns that weren’t possible in the living world. A pool of glowing blue and purple water like the night sky gently cascaded like a small waterfall, trickling into small cracks and creating glowing streams underneath their paws. In the middle of the water was a circular orb of some sort, thrumming gently and emitting a soft blue light. It seemed to be made of stars itself.

Honeybee couldn’t help her awestruck face- this was beautiful. She felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility, she could barely recall that she was dead.

But she was. She faltered a little, thinking about the pain it caused both her and her Clanmates…

Especially Smokepelt.

Before she could dwell on it too long, Squirreltuft gently brushed past her and gestured at the amazing sight that made up the glowing water.

“All you have to do is step into the water,” Their eyes gleamed briefly with some sort of emotion Honeybee didn’t really care to notice. “It’s deep, and some cats find it frightening. But I promise it’s safe. All you have to do is be submerged, and before you know it, you’re suddenly in the rest of StarClan! You won’t drown or even feel it, it isn’t like real water.”

Honeybee nodded numbly, wondering how this whole thing worked. Did the water read her actions? Her life? Did it decide based on that? She slowly stepped forward, to the edge of the rock surrounded pool.

What was she worried about before?

She breathed in the misty spray from the small waterfall.

This was amazing. She was happy.

Squirreltuft watched her intently, smiling softly and stepping up to the edge of the pool as well.

“It’s like a little dunk in a puddle,” the StarClan cat purred, dipping a paw into the water. “Don’t worry. You don’t sink right away.”

Honeybee stepped into the liquid- it was cold, but not so much so it would freeze her and chill her skin. She shot a smile back at Squirreltuft, and watched quietly as the other cat stepped into the pool with her, getting nose to nose.

“You’re too kind a cat.” Squirreltuft rumbled, and Honeybee suddenly felt like the water below was ice. “But we can fix it.”

Honeybee was sinking. She was struggling to breathe. Images forced their way into her head.

“You’ll have fun,” Squirreltuft’s soft features were suddenly curled into a snarl. “It’s the best part of my existence to play with those stupidly loyal Clan cats.”

Honeybee desperately tried to escape the overwhelming screeching and death in her head, tried to fight against the image of cat after cat leaping to their deaths with smiles on their faces- she had to get out! Everyone was being lied to! She- she-

What was she thinking again? She looked up at Squirreltuft, and felt her muscles relax as the water met her chin.

“See you soon,” Squirreltuft trilled, baring their teeth and stepping out of the water as it closed over Honeybee’s head.

It all went blank.

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Break Me Down II

Masterlist | Part 1

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: oof more sexual tension, mechanic!bucky

A/N: i wrote this over and over again and i realized it wasn’t working because I was trying to fit it al into 2 parts sooo....there will be a third part to tie all this up <3

Since that day in the gym with you, Bucky can’t seem to get you out of his head. He finds that when he turns a corner, a part of him hopes he’ll run into you, to repeat the fleeting moments he’d had with you before. When he enters a room, his heart jumps in the half second it takes to find you, and when his eyes do land on you, it’s like he can hardly breathe. You’ve gotten under his skin and all the denial he felt previously about his feelings for you had disappeared. Your smile, your laughter, your darkening eyes when you're serious, and the way you look at him...he could bask in your stare forever.

But, he can’t let on his feelings to you just yet so instead he chooses to work on the 1965 Ford Mustang that’s been sitting in his garage for weeks. He missed getting his hands greasy while he was dating Serena, she’d typically preferred when he focused all his energy on her so his own interests, such as fixing up “vintage” cars (seriously, he was older than this car by like 30 years) took a backseat.

He heads down to the old, leftover garage at the back of the compound where he kept his beauty away from Tony’s Lamborghinis, Ferraris, and Porsches knowing the billionaire would make fun of him for having a relatively cheap and ordinary car.

It’s pleasant to be out in the sun, working on his car, bathing in the summer heat as a light breeze blows through him every few minutes; it reminds him of the times he’d worked on various cars back in the day. Modern cars were so different from the old clunkers he used to fix up so it was a learning curve, but it wasn’t long before he fell into his rhythm and the hours passed like minutes.

It’s mid afternoon by the time he realizes he’s stuck on one of the final parts of the job. His hands, albeit expert and surprisingly delicate, were too big to get to the parts he needed deep in the hood of the car, and he sighs in frustration. He leans over the hood, hands gripping either side as he chews on the toothpick in his mouth quizzically.

Then, he has a wonderful idea.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ms. Y/N, Mr. Barnes is requesting your presence in the garage.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice booms over the intercom, startling you from the book you were reading.

“What? What does he need me for?” You inquire intently as you sit up on the couch, pushing the throw blanket that enveloped you away from your heated skin.

“He simply requested your help. The task is undetermined,” her feminine yet robotic voice replies.

Your heart jumps a bit although you can’t fathom what he could need your help with. Following that day in the gym, you’d found yourself holding your breath whenever you passed the common room, the kitchen, his room, just hoping that you could get a glimpse of him. You wanted his hands on you, to breathe his air, to look into those eyes again.

And it appears you now have that opportunity.

The walk down to the garages feels endless and you find yourself walking quickly, too quickly. You didn’t want to seem as eager as your speed would show so you slow down to a snail's pace until finally, you reach the side of the compound you’re sure you’ll find him in.

You see him before he sees you and...damn. Does he look enticing.

His back faces towards you as he bends over the hood of the vintage red car he’s working on, the white tank top he’s wearing gloriously displaying the black and gold arm the Wakandan’s gave him. Sweat glints on the exposed skin and you resist the urge to bit your lip. When he turns, a wide smile crosses his face and you suddenly feel like your cheeks are on fire.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky calls out to you as you stride over. “Think you can help me sus out this problem with the engine?”

You look at him quizzically as you plant your hands on your hips, glancing at the cherry red car before you. “I don’t really know anything about cars…”

He grins, straightening up as he wipes his grease-covered hands on the towel he has tucked in the waistband of his jeans. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to.”

“I just need your hands,” he holds his flesh hand out for you, daring you to take it with a smirk on his face.

“Come on, doll,” he laughs. “It’s not hard.”

You roll your eyes before placing your hand in his. Gently leading you by the hand to the front of the car, Bucky points at the mess of black parts that rest under the rather simplistic hood. “There's a part under here,” he gestures towards the left side of the car, “that I can’t get to. Hand’s too big.” He raises his large metal hand and wiggles his fingers playfully. A surprised laugh escapes your lips. “This is what you asked me to come out here for?” You ask incredulously. “Do you know how far this place is from the main building?”

“You have small hands,” he chuckles as he takes your hand and presses his palm to yours, spreading your fingers to match his and he’s right. Your hands are far smaller than his.

But now, hand pressed to his, you're abruptly aware of his presence, of his large and imposing body that towers over you as he stares intently into your eyes. Locks of his dark hair have fallen out of his bun and frame his face, the strands so close to tickling your cheek. Your eyes drop to his lips and you think, I could just….he’s right here….

“We should fix this car,” you exclaim, breaking both of you out of the moment as you drop your hand from his. You spin away leaning both your hands on the car, focusing very hard on the engine in front of you.

You can practically hear the smile in Bucky’s voice when he says, “alright doll, I need you to wiggle those pretty little fingers down...here.”

He places your hand over where he wants you to go as he rests his other hand on your hip. Trying to not be too distracted by his touch, you follow his instructions, reaching through the tight crevice he was unable to worm his digits between.

“Now take...this,” Bucky murmurs against your ear as he presses his chest to your back, handing you a part with the hand that just moments ago rested on your waist. He smells of sandalwood and cypress, a deliciously intoxicating aroma that is just wholeheartedly Bucky.

As you work, you realize you no longer have autonomy over your limbs. Your hands have become his as if you’re a marionette and he, the expert puppeteer. He guides you through the process, never letting your body move more than a few inches away from his as you listen intently to everything he whispers to you.

As you connect the last part, you circle around to face him, parting yourself from his chest. In response, he leans forward, practically caging you in against the car. Breaths intermingle, hearts beat faster.

Fuck it, you think.

Without stopping to contemplate the choice you’re about to make, you lean up onto your toes, connecting your lips to his with a fervor that initially catches him off guard, but he quickly sinks into your kiss, his scorching hands falling to your waist as he pulls you against him. His tongue forces its way into your mouth as you entangle your fingers in his hair, almost pulling it as you fight for dominance.

This kiss is filled with all the tension you’ve felt over the last couple of weeks, a desperate result of the stolen glances and held breaths in each others presences. So close and so far at the same time but now, in this moment, there is only the two of you, existing in perfect sync as you ride out this impatient longing together.

When you finally pull away, you’re out of breath, but you leave your arms tangled around his neck as his drop to your hips, resting lowly enough that his fingers graze your ass.

“What was that?” He laughs as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

“You were getting too cocky,” you smirk as you push away from him, beginning to strut away the same way he did with you all those days before but you’re suddenly yanked back by the hand. Faster than you can react, he's got you enveloped in his arms and he’s walking you backwards until your back hits the cold cement wall of the garage.

“What’re you-” Bucky cuts your words off by crashing his lips to yours.

While the kiss was passionate before, there’s suddenly a need, an urgent craving that you can practically feel brewing beneath his skin, a hunger so deep you’re unsure you can satisfy him. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, keeping you so tightly pressed against him that you’re almost certain no one else exists, it’s Bucky, it’s just Bucky. All of him is almost overwhelming. This kiss is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, it sets your body on fire, ignites electricity in your veins and leaves you frantically reaching for more.

“Was I, doll?” He murmurs heatedly against your lips. “Was I too cocky for you?”

His hips dig into yours and you tear your face from his, breathless and gasping for air. He wastes no time in moving to your neck, sucking and kissing and biting, earning your quiet moans as he gyrates his pelvis to yours. Your legs have gone weak and the only thing keeping you standing is his waist pressed between your legs.

“Bucky!” You exclaim when he bites the sensitive skin just above your collarbones particularly hard. He takes your cry as a signal to move back up to your lips, giving you one last, harsh kiss before pulling away.

But this time he doesn’t walk away. He keeps you pressed forcefully against him, the fiery heat between the two of you voraciously palpable as both of you try to catch your breath.

“Come up to my room,” you breathe as you tangle your fingers in his hair once more. His eyes fix on yours, his brow furrowing as your lips part in hunger, wanting more, wanting him.

“You sure you want that, baby?” His right, flesh hand cups your cheek and you see a tinge of real concern in his eyes, despite the bravado in his voice.

Instead of responding, you lean up and gently bite the soft skin of his neck, earning a groan from his delicious mouth.

“More than I’ve ever been.”

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latedawnwriting · 3 years

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Hiii love! i saw u are taking requests so i was wondering if u can write a fluffy Josh imagine? something just really cute (like Josh wanting to say 'I love you' for the first time but being nervous) or something along those lines! It doesn't have to be anything specific <3

Thank you so much for the request sunshine <3. After reading your request I immediately got an idea, tried to write it really cute and fluffy. Hope you're having a wonderful day. Lots of love <3

~ Jules

"Happiness of the early morning sun"

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1080

Editing: by the wonderful @dannythedog (she's an amazing writer too!)

Warnings: lots of fluff <3

Rays of sunlight streamed in through the partially covered window. Flakes of glistening white fluff were flying from the sky. I couldn't take my eyes off the scenery, this was the first snow this year. “Josh...Josh...It’s snowing outside!” I tried to wake him up with a visible excitement. A few brown curls fell in front of his face. His mouth was slightly opened and only soft snoring could be heard in the room. The gentle rays of light made his complexion almost god-like. My heart felt so happy in that moment, everything seemed to be just perfect.

“Sweetheart, please, you need to see this,” I said softly, trying to wake him up again. His eyes started to open slowly, showing the golden brown irises that I loved so dearly. “What’s going on, mama?” he asked with a quiet, raspy morning voice. He then started to sit up, leaning his back against the headboard. “It’s snowing outside,” I said with a silly little smile.

“Did you really wake me up this early because you were excited at the sight of the snow? We’ve seen it hundreds of times,” the bedroom was graced with his laugh. “Yes! Look at the beauty of nature, it amazes me everytime.” I was met with an expression that I couldn’t quite recognize. I then got up from the comfy, warm bed and put his favorite hoodie on my pyjama's shirt.

The door leading out onto the terrace always creaked, it wasn't the weather's fault. A thin layer of snow was laying on the terrace. I smiled seeing how gloriously it reflected the rays of the sun. The morning air was very chilly, and easily pierced the two layers of clothing I was wearing. I ignored the shiver that was passing through my body, wanting at least for a moment to admire the majestic appearance of nature. Soon enough, my hands and face started turning red and I heard a loud voice in the distance. “Oh my god, Y/N, it's too cold! Come back!” I looked at Josh, who was standing by the terrace door. I approached him, slowly. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the house, closing the door behind us. “Are you freaking crazy, darling?! You could have froze to death!” he stared at my red face with a serious expression. “Oh come on, it’s not like I was going to stand there for eternities. Just for a minute!” I snorted. A soft, warm pair of hands started to rub against my cold ones. “You’re gonna be the death of me, one day. I’m going to make us some hot coffee and maybe a breakfast,” the boy smiled at me with his pearly, straight teeth.

After the delicious breakfast Josh made us, we sat on the old living room couch watching some random morning talk show. I snuggled into his chest not really listening to what was going on the tv. His shirt had a unique smell. It was a mix of apple shower gel and lavender incense, the scent of which spread throughout my home, especially when Josh was spending his time with me. It was quickly becoming my favourite smell of all time, always reminding me of the happiness and pure bliss that this boy gave me.

I loved him with all my heart yet, I was too scared to even say one word about it. We knew each other for 4 years now and only just last year we grew the balls to admit that we had feelings for one another. He was my light in the dark, the strong force that pulled me from the depths of my sadness. I couldn’t get enough of him. Somehow, he always knew when something was wrong, always trying to solve my problems, to bring me happiness. I never knew how I deserved a person like him, it’s like some sick joke that the universe made. Instead of always bringing me bad things, I found him. My sunshine, Josh.

I smiled into his shirt and tried to get out of my mind to enjoy my time with him. “Can I tell you something, my darling?” I looked at his face and saw that expression again, whose meaning I still could not recognize. “Of course” I slowly replied, staring at his handsome face intently. “I.. I would like… I would like you to know..” his voice started stuttering, cheeks started turning bright red. I took his hands in mine, only to find that they were shaking slightly. I didn’t know what was going on, but he seemed to be really nervous. “It’s okay honey, you know you can tell me absolutely anything. I won’t be mad at you.” My eyes were showing him honesty. He looked at me nervously and then said something that surprised me immensely.

“I.. I love you with all my heart.” I looked at him like I’ve just seen a ghost, my mouth was opened just a bit. I didn't think he would ever say those words. In fact, I thought I would be the first. “I’m sorry... I…” he started. “God, I love you so much,” I interrupted him in mid-sentence. My eyes closed, I didn’t know what to do after that confession. Then I felt gentle, plump lips meeting my own, igniting millions butterflies in my stomach. My hand cupped his precious face, his skin hot from all the blushing. I didn’t open my eyes, I wanted this moment to last forever. We kissed slowly for a few moments, confessing our love without saying one word. I think we knew at that moment that that love didn’t need to be described in words.

After a while we had to pull apart, catching our breaths. “I’m so lucky to have you. You light up my whole day.” I hugged him tightly, his smell engulfing me again. Happy tears started welling up in my eyes, I sincerely couldn’t believe that something like this happened to me. “You saved me, Josh. I thought that I would never be able to be happy. You’re my sun and I love you.” He wiped the tears from my eyes with a palm of his hand. “I’ll always be here for you, mama. You’re my moon, always making me smile and I love you so much,” he smiled sweetly and I recognized his expression as love. With him by my side, I can fight with the struggles of the world outside.

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December 2020 Reads

Wow ok I was on a break for 2 weeks so enjoy all 56 of these wonderful fics! Again, note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions and don’t forget to give love to all these writers (reblog, comment!!) and of course, our lil bun jk 🐰

1. Tinder 2.0 by @tayegi (s) - e2l, workmates au (read if you want something funny, awkward pretend masturbation, and good smut)

2. Looks red, tastes blue by @kookoosbunnynose (a, f, s) - f2l, cop au, bad boy jk (read if you want a small town vibe, heavy - involves character death - a sense of healing, and something painfully beautiful)

3. Late fee by @1kook (a, f, s) - f2l, college au, soft fuckboy jk (read if you want to laugh, dream about flirty and soft fuckboy jk, a dash of angst, and a really cute dining hall scene)

4. Sweets&ink by @extravaguk (a, f, s) - s2l, tattoo artist jk (read if you want the sweetest jk and something written so painfully beautiful and lovely sex. I have anxiety and this story was really healing for me)

5. The Boyfriend Shirt by @triptaech (f, s) - f2l, college au, friends with benefits (read if you want adorable and hot college jk and something light and cute and fun)

6. Talk to me in Korean by @softyoongiionly (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want cute but sexy smut and adorable English-learning jk)

7. Calculated pt1, pt2, pt3 by @whatifyoulivelikethat (s) college au (read if you’re still drooling over long-haired/undercut/all-black/Dicon jk and are into cocky jk and some gloriously delicious smut)

8. Melomaniac + Make it right by @jungkxook (a, f, s) - f2l, band au, exes au (read if you want the right amount of angst, fluff, and smut rolled into each story)

9. Snow and ice pt1 + pt2 by @hayjeon (a, f, s) - e2l, friends with benefits, sports au (read if you want something soft and emotional plus a bit of angst, or a Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo type of fic, just in Olympic setting minus the brother drama + smut)

10. Banana milk by @kimnjss (f, s) s2l? (read if you want peach-haired jk driving with one hand on a sports car + really good smut and a fun ending)

11. After hours by @zibermuda (s) - ceo au, boss au (read if you want sexual tension and glorious smut)

12. Overtime by @cupofteaguk (s) - ceo au, boss au (read if you want petty and guilty but hot and smitten boss jk and office smut)

13. Azaleas by @randombtsprincessa (f, s) - f2l, lawyer au, workmates au (read if you want cheeky and cocky but actually smitten jk and some good smut)

14. Not quite lovers by @junqkook (s) - ceo au, boss au, sorta friends with benefits (read if you want glorious and hot and delicious smut and good characters and a dash of angst thrown in there)

15. Matching hearts by @arcticguk (f) - exes au (read if you want a soft exes au with a sprinkle of angst)

16. Transparent by @kingsuckjin (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want a really quick self indulgent read of cheeky little shit jk in a bun and undercut)

17. Rocket to the moon by @roseok (f, s) - f2l, roommates au, workmates au, adulting (read if you want a feel-good, fun, and domestic fic with great smut and lovable, entertaining, silly, and fun characters and their families)

18. Canceled pt1 (ongoing) by @zibermuda (s) - college au, nerd jk (read if you want to laugh at bratty and sexy characters and also enjoy glorious smut)

19. Won’t you be my neighbor by @btsarmy9593 (f) - s2l, neighbors au (read if you want a feel-good, relationship-focused fic with flirty but shy jk and fun sexual tension)

20. Sprout by @v-hope (f) - husband au, parents au, dad jk (read if you want a quick but heartwarming and soft and adorable read ft. BV4 jk as dad)

21. Feed me, fight me by @yeojaa (a, f, s) - boyfriend au (read if you want angst, fluff, and a bit of smut all weaved together beautifully in a short well-written fic)

22. Chapstick by @softyoongiionly (f, s) - idol au, boyfriend au (read if you want something soft and light)

23. Ace by @hijoonie (a, f, s) - s2l, college au, jock jk, fuckboy jk, artist jk (read if you want a romcom-type fic, a fuckboy-jock-artist jk, and some fun and really hot smut)

24. Endgame by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong (a, f) - s2l, college au, fake dating au, jock jk, sort of fuckboy jk (read if you want something angsty but soft with well-thought out backstories and just something good)

25. You’ve got mail by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong (a, f) - college au, exes au (read if you want something angsty but ends on a good note)

26. Stranded by @gguksgalaxy (a, f, s) - e2l, college au, fuckboy jk (read if you want some gloriously delicious smut and college boyfriend-look and sweet and mature jk)

27. Fall for you pt1, pt2, pt3 by @kimvtae (a, f, s) - f2l, college au, friends with benefits, jock jk, fuckboy jk (read if you want glorious smut, a really fun ensemble, lovable characters, and perfect angst finished off with perfect fluff)

28. Popular-ish series by @hansolmates (a, f, s) - f2l, college au, friends with benefits, jock jk, workmates au (read if you want a light and fun drabble series with the right amount of angst, fluff, and smut and really enjoyable characters)

29. Bad influence by @noteguk (s) - bad boy jk (read if you want glorious car sex and if you want to be turned on)

30. Hush by @aureumjeon (s) - college au, boyfriend au (read if you want horny and needy college boyfriend jk and if you want to be turned on)

31. Drunken proof pt1 + pt2 by @v-hope (f) - college au, boyfriend au, ex-fuckboy jk (read if you want something so sweet, cute, and soft ft. mature individuals and whiny and in love jk)

32. Fast and definitely furious by @parkmuse (s) - boyfriend au (read if you want a quick read of adorable and fun car smut ft. horny but funny couple)

33. The next by @kpopfanfictrash (f) - parents au, dad jk (read if you want a quick scenario of adorable dad jk)

34. Epiphany pt1, pt2, pt3 by @nightbts (a, f) - e2l, college au (read if you want classic e2l storyline and want annoying but actually cute and sweet jk)

35. Don’t ever let me go by @thedefinitionofbts (a, f, s) - bf2l, friends with benefits (read if you want your classic bfwb with minimal angst and soft smut)

36. Blush by @jhsbrat (a, s) - bf2l, fake dating au (read if you want a fun jinkook+YN dynamic, classic bf fake dating storyline with good angst, and a nice ending)

37. F is for drabble series by @1kook (s) - college au (read if you want fun fucking around drabble series with cocky and hot jk)

38. Try hard pt1 + pt2 by @hobibliophile (f, s) - f2l, college au, jock jk (read if you want soft and sweet jock jk)

39. In the moment pt1+ pt2 by @letholojimin (a, s) - f2l, college au, frat boy jk (read if you want really good sexual tension and smut and just sexy frat boy jk)

40. Hate me by @themfchase (s) - e2l, college au, fuckboy jk (read if you want well-written smut and extremely hot cocky fuckboy jk)

41. Hard to get pt1 + pt2 (ongoing) by @namfine (a, s) - college au, fuckboy jk (read if you want well-written angst and just something painfully beautiful)

42. Sound by @kooksea (s) - college au, fuckboy jk (read if you want ridiculously good smut and fun premise and if you want to get turned on)

43. Lose somebody by @kooala (a, f) - exes au, camping au (read if you want well-written angst between exes and cocky but sweetheart jk)

44. Love alive by @jamaisjoons (a, f, s) - exes au (read if you want really good storytelling and beautifully written angst and longing and good smut)

45. Bad habits by @sugarjaee (a, s) - fuckboy jk (read if you want sexual tension and some good smut)

46. Savage love + Still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat (a, f, s) - jk going for yg’s ex (read if you want well written angst and smut and are still drooling over ponytail jk in gray sweats)

47. Just the girl + spin-off 1, 2, 3 on ao3 by obiwrites (a, f) - e2f2l, childhood friends, adulting au (read if you want a beautifully well-written novel/romcom type of fic with loooong pining, lovable characters, witty dialogues, and the cutest and most satisfying ending)

48. Five dates by @kpopfanfictrash (f, s) - arranged marriage au (read if you want a good twist to the arranged marriage trope, lovable characters, and great storytelling)

49. Golden hour by @tteokggukk (s) - boyfriend jk (read if you want something really sexy)

50. Untitled by @junghelioseok (f, s) - boyfriend jk (read if you want a quick read of soft lazy sexy and something so beautifully soft and heartwarming)

51. I’ll be home by @wwilloww (a, f, s) - f2l, fantasy au (read if you want a well-written and vivid story about magic/fantasy and a little town, lovable characters, and a sense of adventure)

52. It takes two by @junghelioseok (f, s) - f2l, roommates au, fake dating au, soft jk (read if you want all your favorite tropes in one well-written fic ft. really hot and soft and sweet jk)

53. Krampus for Christmas by @ddaenysus (f, s) - parents au, boyfriend jk, dad jk (read if you want a quick read about lovable and idiotic and adorable dad jk)

54. In the frosty air by @gukyi (a, f) - roommates au (read if you want short fic with the right mix of softness and angst)

55. Desiderium by @jeonggukingdom (f, s) - husband jk (read if you want lovey dovey fluffy shower sex and something beautifully (poetically) well-written)

56. Hearts on fire on ao3 by obiwrites (f) - s2l, first responder jk (read if you want something so funny and sweet and light and adorable and if you just want to have a good day ft. soft and shy jk)

(monthly reads masterpost)

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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Coffee & Meetings

Relationship: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!Reader Warnings: stalking, drugging TW, manipulation, Summary: Prequel to Pastries & Memories - Bucky sees you day after day at a bakery and decides you’re just perfect for him. All from Bucky’s POV. A/N: someone suggested this on ao3 and i really liked that idea so I hope i did it well! I am thinking about expanding this to a bit of a mini-series... :)

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Six months earlier…

He first saw you on a Monday. A bright, sunny, lovely Monday morning. He hadn’t even been looking for you — hell, he hadn’t really been looking for anyone.

Bucky was planted at a little table in the corner of a coffee shop, sipping on a dark roast, watching people come and go on the sidewalk. It had become his new morning routine, an interesting yet annoying suggestion from his therapist. She had become concerned he was too into his previous routine. She wanted him to step out of it for a bit, expand horizons, maybe even find a hobby. The craziest thing he had done yet was this — drinking overpriced coffee at a local shop.

He had to admit, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Sometimes he looked forward to this new start to his day. Everyone at the shop was always nice to him, amazingly. They didn’t mind him dilly-dallying, nursing his coffee, as he people watched. They even had a bakery attached which was part of the attraction to the place for Bucky. He had smelled their pastries one morning and was hooked.

As Bucky sat watching the people, he was contemplating getting an almond croissant to go when something caught his attention. From the corner of his eye, like a little flash, he had seen someone that made him perk up.

It was her. It was you. You were standing in front of the bakery entrance debating on going in. You looked between the coffee and the bakery sign. You checked your phone then you walked in. Bucky watched as you entered the bakery, your face bright with the kindest smile he had ever seen as you greeted the cashier. He didn’t have to hear your voice to know it was contagiously joyous.

You were like a little tease standing around all those baked goods, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you pointed at which donut you wanted. Bucky suddenly felt hungry for something else. Especially when you bent over to point at the strawberry glaze on the bottom row.

But then you were gone as fast as you had come. He watched you from the window as you got back on the path to wherever you were headed, he guessed your job. Your hair blew in the wind. Your skirt bounced as you walked proudly, your hand grasping the box of donuts tightly.

Oh, yeah, Bucky thought, this new routine was definitely what he needed.

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You quickly became the most exciting part of Bucky’s day.

With his cup of coffee and hawk-like gaze, he’d sit at the little coffee shop table, watching the world outside the window. You’d come strolling by fairly early, looking so classy and professional. He figured you worked in an office which seemed very unnecessary for a girl like you. You didn’t need to work, he decided. You were too beautiful, clearly too bright, for that.

But you never seemed to recognize this yourself since you were constantly strutting past in your blouse and skirt, stopping in every day to collect some new pastry for your coworkers.

The way you talked to the bakery staff was what really won Bucky over. You were so gentle and patient when the kid behind the counter fumbled with the boxes or accidentally grabbed the wrong item. You’d still shoot them your lovely smile and make light conversation as they rang you up.

You were too generous, especially noted by the strawberry cake you had purchased one more for your work. Whoever was on the other end of your kindness better appreciate it, Bucky thought. He also didn’t miss your obvious love for strawberries.

Bucky watched you for a while, almost for two whole months, in that coffee shop seat drinking in every inch of you. The baristas didn’t seem to mind his lingering. He always made sure to order two cups as some sort of compensation for letting him sit there and watch his girl. Yes — his girl, that was what he had marked you as in his mind. You hadn’t noticed him yet but Bucky wasn’t sweating it. All in due time, he silently promised you.

It took Bucky a few days to gather what was needed. You still weren’t noticing him but he was way past being bothered by that. He had been screwed by life enough to know that sometimes you just have to take what you want. Sitting around waiting and hoping was for men who had patience. He was over it. Little worked out for him so now he had to make it work.

The morning of the commencement of the plan, Bucky stood in his kitchen double-checking the items needed. Content with it, he carefully drew up the correct amount of light sedation into the syringe. It wasn’t anything crazy and apparently affected the mind first, body second. You’d be on autopilot for a bit, walking more like someone who was just having a rough day. But that wouldn’t be an issue because Bucky would be there. He’d be able to escort you to his apartment, simply appearing as the concerned, protective boyfriend among the sidewalk pedestrians. He got a bit giddy just thinking about it.

Moments after you were properly sedated, he’d need to administer you another drug in a timely manner. This one would be focused on memory loss. He’d discovered it on some corner of the black market while originally on the look for types of sedation. Apparently, this drug was part of some sort of failed spy mission in Europe. The seller swore it boasted good results, citing studies conducted. Bucky looked into it and agreed. After some clumsy navigation in the world of online shopping, it was his within a few days. The concoction seemed like it would do that job.

The goal was to pretty much scramble your brain just a little bit. Nothing crazy like making you totally forget key components of yourself but still hit a point where you didn’t have enough to fight Bucky’s word on, well, anything. This drug wore off, though, so he would have to come up with ways to get it in your system over the course of your relationship. It was still worth it to him. He wasn’t stripping you off your personality, just some little details here and there. You’d still be his shining girl, just only now focused on him.

The final items laid out were various feet of rope. Bucky was being overly cautious with this. He didn’t know if anything actually was going to work. What if you woke up and realized you weren’t in your apartment? That you were being watched over by a stranger? You were bound to panic but he understood that. If need be, he could restrain you while he figured out the right way to go about it all. It would never be to hurt you, of course — in fact, he felt it was more for your safety than anything.

After another run of the mental checklist, Bucky gathered the syringe and headed out to the coffee shop. The idea was fairly simple. After you came in for a box of pastries, he’d head out behind you, try to chat you up a bit. He had some old moves he could flex. Once you got comfortable enough, he’d make the move and then lights out. By the end of that day, you’d be making yourself comfortable in his apartment.

Bucky practically fawned over the idea as he walked. He had taken some steps earlier in the week to add some things for you in the apartment like ladies’ toiletries and new outfits. He had even finally purchased a real couch. All for you, so you could have a home. A real home. With him.

Bucky was still lost in his daydream as he sat in the coffee shop, looking between the clock and the window. He waited and waited and waited. The syringe growing heavier and heavier in his pocket as the seconds went by.

The clock struck a new hour. Something Bucky never planned for was unfolding: it didn’t look like you were coming today. He almost about lost it there. Almost went into the streets stomping away in anger. Everything was perfect, how could you just be the only missing piece? Did something happen? Were you okay? Gosh, he should’ve got to you sooner—

Your hair suddenly came into view. You were walking furiously, just glancing at the bakery this time before deciding not to go in. You looked anxious which certainly wasn’t like you. He wanted to crush whatever was making you feel such a way. But Bucky had to snap his thoughts back. You weren’t coming into the bakery. He wouldn’t be able to follow you out, to casually build-up to this moment. His heart was pounding. He panicked.

In a moment of stupid impulsivity, Bucky quickly left the coffee shop and began racing to catch up to you. He took long strides, quite amazed by how fast you walked in those heels, but it didn’t take him very long to now be right on your tail. Few more steps and he was able to pop up right in front of you. You jumped at his sudden presence. Bucky smiled, finding you so amusing.

"Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but I think you dropped something." He lied through his teeth so gloriously, way too easily. It was just the right comment to get you to stop in your tracks but didn’t completely scare you off.

Your brows furrowed, adorably confused. You looked down, searching for whatever it could be. "I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t think I did."

Sir. The word stuck with him a bit. Maybe after some coaxing, you could always be calling him that. Bucky didn’t have much time to think about this, though, as you began to step around him. You had taken his moment of silence as a way to evade him. Smart, but frustrating. A mix of annoyance and anger shot through him. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into him quickly. You let out a yelp in surprise. He ignored it and before you could ask any questions, the syringe was plunged into your neck. To outsiders, it looked like a couple in some weird embrace, but to Bucky, it was just the beginning of something beautiful.

He got you back to his apartment fairly easily after that. You were eventually out cold and the next step of the process could begin. He was pretty much banking on the memory loss solution. Not a very religious man, Bucky still said a silent prayer as he administered it.

He took a step back from his bed, watching you look so at home knocked out on it. It was a wonderful sight, one he was saving in the back of his mind, even though he’d now see it every single day. Feeling quite content with how smoothly that all had gone, he had nothing to do now but wait for you to wake up.

Bucky took this free time as a chance to begin cutting off connections you had. Thankfully, your bag held your laptop along with other necessities like your phone and wallet. He was pretty thankful he wouldn’t have to try to get into your work to grab your devices. That would rely too heavily on whether or not you overshared. No one would believe he was the concerned boyfriend if just last week you ranted about how single you were.

Sliding onto a stool at his kitchen counter, Bucky set up your laptop. The first thing he noticed was your lack of password. You were too trustful, too good, and that was only example A. Bucky suddenly felt so relieved he had you in the safety of his apartment. There were lunatics out there.

Bucky navigated your laptop fairly easily. While he was pretty new to the technology scene, he could at least find the basics and you weren’t exactly running some government-level device. With a few simple taps and clicks, he was writing out messages to your boss and family.

He put in your letter of resignation, something short and vague, to your boss at the public relations firm you were an assistant at. Lower level work, not even anywhere near the big dogs. No wonder you constantly brought in treats for everyone. You were hoping your kindness would get you ahead. Bucky shook his head at your naivety.

A simple Google search showed him you were not the only assistant to the head of the firm. You probably wouldn’t be missed. The pastries, maybe, but you? An assistant? Someone would take your place within the week. Bucky was turning out much better for you than he had realized. He mentally patted himself on the back as he moved onto looking into your family.

Scrolling through your email contacts, it appeared you only had a sister for immediate family. No mentions of parents and… sure enough, another search brought up an obituary for your mother. No mention of a father. Even better, he thought. You needed that strong, guiding force.

A few scrolls through your current email thread with your sister and Bucky found out she was studying abroad. Could this all get any better? Nothing was in the immediate area of a threat. He responded back to the last email your sister had sent. Copying your language the best he could, he dropped some hints that you wanted a vacation. In just a few more exchanges he could drop the news that you were off in paradise. Correspondence could easily fizzle out and your sister would be too caught up in her European dream to notice an absence.

If this ever called for any more attention, Bucky figured he could easily invite her over. It’d take some training but you’d eventually remember your sister — or, what Bucky would plant in your head about her — then you’d happily host a dinner. Introduce your two favorite people to one another. He bought himself enough time to spend with you.

Of course, Bucky realized he got very lucky with you. He had done some minimal research beforehand but everything had been behind sign-in walls. He didn’t know if he was really ready to break into social media and instead decided to risk it. If all had gone to shit, like you having a real big, caring family or a prestigious job, there wasn’t anything a little talking couldn’t fix.

But Bucky had also kind of already knew you as he watched you day in and day out. He had felt that dire need to be comforted, to be loved, to be cared for, to be protected behind those cheery smiles and generous small talk. You always tried too hard as if you needed everyone in the world to love you, to praise you. That wasn’t it at all. You just needed him. And he needed you.

Lost in his dreamy thoughts, Bucky nearly jumped out of his skin (leave it to you to be the first person to actually scared him) when your soft voice called from the bedroom doorway.

"Excuse me," You said, nervously fidgeting as you slowly walked from the hall into the kitchen. "W-What’s going on?"

Bucky shut your laptop quickly and hopped down from the stool. He gave you a warm smile which you seemed to try to return. So obedient and caring already and you didn’t even know why — yet.

"Hey, doll," he said, keeping his voice steady and gentle. "You okay? You laid down for a nap earlier. I was worried you were getting sick." He placed a hand on your forehead pretending to check your temperature. Thankfully, you allowed it. After a moment, he pulled his hand away with a curious hum.

You frowned, obviously confused, much more than you were earlier. You looked totally clueless at the situation. It was the best reaction Bucky could’ve ever hoped for.

You glanced around the living space. "I- Yeah, I think I’m alright… I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember much. Who are you?"

Bucky chuckled, "I’m your boyfriend. Bucky. And this is our apartment. You remember, don’t you, honey? Maybe you’re just still a bit sleepy."

He watched as you blinked a few times, probably wrestling with whether to admit you really didn’t remember anything or to go with the lie. If you were a good girl, like he predicted, you’d settle with the lie.

"Oh." You bit your lip and eventually nodded. Jackpot. "Of course. Again, I’m sorry. I must’ve been really tired." You glanced over at the clock. It read just before noon. "I’m a bit hungry. Would you like anything, B-Bucky?"

He smiled. "A sandwich would be great, doll."

You nodded once in acknowledgment then began hunting for everything you needed in the kitchen. You looked a bit confused at first but slowly Bucky saw you get the hang of it. He took his place at the kitchen counter again, sliding the laptop out of your sight.

He sat there waiting and observing as his new girl began making him lunch. It was a sight he had dreamed of, but Bucky also knew this was too perfect too soon. You were bound to stumble within time but that was okay. He would have to fine-tune the details later but he was already complying some ideas on how to shape you into who you were destined to be.

Yes, he had a long way to go, but it would all be worth it if he got to come home to you standing in his kitchen whipping up a special treat like the sweetest housewife to ever exist. Because that certainly would be the next step down the line — making you his darling wife.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Taishiro Toyomitsu x Freckled!Reader

“Are you kidding me?” He says softly to no one in particular. His phone was dead and he was lost in a city he didn’t know very well. Why couldn’t the meeting be held in its usual place? His office! He sighs. He didn’t mind the change before he was lost.

He thinks he’s supposed to go down this street but it’s turning into more apartments and he was looking for business buildings. Fuck. He turns left, hoping it brings him towards where he needs to be.

He walks down the middle of the empty street as it curves to the left and he freezes as his hand moves up to cover his eyes from the sun and he sees you.

You were standing on the balcony of your apartment, watering your flowers in the midday sun, the sun making your freckles sparkle to him. For a moment he thinks you have a halo, the way your hair shines and moves with the wind as you move your small tin watering can across an array of colorful flowers he couldn’t name but imagined you telling him.

Every thought left his head, he was enamored, drawn in to the warmth of your aura and smile. You had freckles covering almost every inch of your beautiful skin, he wanted to count them, to make them into constellations that were only for him, kissing each and every one.

He wanted to know what wonderful soul the sun had blessed with so many of its kisses. What beautiful human was graced with angel kisses littering you from head to toe.

He took one step closer, to get out of the sun to see you better. He froze when a woman’s voice says something from within the apartment and you laugh, my god your laugh. He couldn’t help the way his smile widens at the beautiful sound.

A sound that became his favorite sound in the world and for a split second he fears he’ll never be able to hear it again, that fate was cruel to show him something he’ll never know.

You looked down and saw a large and handsome TALL man staring, a small peaceful smile on his lips as he stands in the street with his hands in the pockets of his tailored suit. He had blonde hair and gorgeous eyes that seem to captivate you. His aura made you feel like you could immediately trust him, like you were meant to meet him.

He feels his breath hitch when your shining eyes meet his, that previous fear draining from his body, and for a moment you’re both frozen staring at each other.

after five seconds that felt like an eternity to him, you smile radiantly at him, your gloriously freckled cheeks rounding as your smile widens, your eyes crinkling at the edge.

He reached up and held his hand over his heart as you wave with your fingers at him and you chuckle softly before setting down the watering can and leaning your elbows against the black iron railing of your balcony.

“Do I know you?” You ask down and he chuckles “I would have remembered you” he says and you feel your heart race at his voice, your cheeks warming. “I’m y/n” you say and he feels his smile widen as he finally gains control over his stunned body and steps closer, out of the road and onto the sidewalk below your balcony.

“A beautiful name for such a beautiful person” he says and you laugh softly, your cheeks warming “I’m Taishiro”

“Do you want some lemonade, Taishiro?” You ask and he sighs softly, his smile peaceful like you just asked him if he wanted to rest after a long hard day. Like he couldn’t imagine anything else he’d rather do than come up for a drink.

“I’d love some” he says, he was lost, the meeting really wasn’t that big of deal, and he was positive that this couldn’t wait.

you nod with another radiant smile he feels like could kill him with how it makes his heart rate spike.

“I’ll buzz you in” you say and he nods, excitement buzzing in his body, hope in his heart as his grabs the door to the apartments “207” you say over the com and then he hears the buzzer and his heart flutters again as he pulls opens the door of what he hopes could be his future.

#taishiro x you #taishiro x reader #taishiro x y/n #mha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #fat gum #fatgum x you #fatgum x reader #fatgum x y/n #fatgum drabble #fatgum x freckled reader #taishiro x freckled reader #mha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n

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solohux · 3 years

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Hi!!! I was just wondering what you think about Kylo being pregnant during TFA? Just a month or two along so he's not showing, and, thus, no one knows (aside from his mate, Hux. Obviously😁) So, Kylo gets shot by Chewie and starts freaking out a little bc he doesn't know if his baby(babies? IDK, I love kylux twins-triplets) survived or not. He goes after Chewie but runs into Finn and Rey. They fight, plot continues as normal. Kylo's one regret as he lays dieing in the snow is that he couldn't give Hux the family he wanted. Then, later, Kylo wakes up in the medbay and sees hux sleeping in a visitors chair and has a breakdown because he promised Hux that they wouldn't be like their parents but now they won't even be able to even have kids to love. Hux wakes up to his mate in distress and has to calm him down. He tells Kylo that he didn't loose the baby(babies?) and that everyone in their little family is fine (including Millicent). Happiness and cuddles ensue! Could be ABO, or not; that's just how I think of it. Feel free to write something, don't have to though! I love your blog, you are easily one of the best Kylux blogs out there!! Thank you!!

That's so kind of you to say, darling! Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this little fic!

The last thing Kylo remembers is the chilling feeling of regret consuming him. Colder than the freezing snow underneath him, icy tendrils of sodden misery wrap around every nerve in his body and squeeze to make him gasp in between the omega’s desperate sobs. Using one arm as a pillow to give some protection against the cold ground beneath him, his other arm is draped around the tiny curve of his belly, his palm flat against it and rubbing. He doesn’t care about the pain caused by the bowcaster shot, pain that is radiating through him like a spreading wildfire, only the damage that it has caused to his unborn child.

He’s failed.

He may have only been two months gone in his pregnancy but the happiness that it brought to him and his mate was beautiful. They had already picked out the colour scheme for the nursery, began discussing names and whether or not they should move planetside to raise their family. Hux had been so happy whilst deep in the planning for their baby’s arrival; it was the happiest that Kylo had ever seen him.

And now, it’s over. Kylo is lost amongst the shadowy trees of the collapsing Starkiller Base, their child killed by a blaster wound and Hux, an alpha widower.

He can see Hux as clear as day in front of him as memories of their final moment together plays like a holofilm in Kylo’s mind, radiant and proud, giving Kylo a deep and longing kiss to the claim mark on his neck just before he left his side to try to find Han Solo’s whereabouts on the base.

“I’m sorry,” Kylo whispers, darkness seeping in. His hand grasps at the ruined robes around his belly just as he begins to fade from consciousness, numb all over.

Just before he passes out, his eyes tell him one final lie and he sees Hux kneeling in front of him, apologising too.

- - - X - - -

The afterlife looks a lot like medbay on the Finalizer. It smells like it too, that familiar and clinical scent of bacta that reminds him of his visits to Snoke’s ship. The Force around him feels familiarly distant too, like he’s on a lot of pain medication and its presence is difficult to reach as a result of his dampened senses but there’s a gloriously loud mind in close proximity to his own and it’s reaching out to him as though subconsciously searching for him.

Hux. Hux is nearby. The alpha’s scent is potent in the air.

Beneath the fresh bedsheets, Kylo shifts, testing his body and trying not to jostle himself too much against the aches that seem to be in every part of him but he must find his mate. He’s lost so much within the last few hours that his heart cries out for the one thing he has left. Forcing his eyes open, he squints against the light as he desperately looks around for his beloved, whining like a lost pup at the need to be in Hux’s arms but also at the discomfort of the healing wound that now bisects his face.

His mind isn’t playing tricks on him; he is in the Finalizer’s medbay and he can tell by the feel of his body that he’s fresh out of a bacta tank. The room is only small but it’s private and there seems to be lots of commotion outside with officers and troopers needing medical care from the disastrous battle of Starkiller Base but Kylo manages to drown out their sounds by focussing on the presence of his mate.

In an uncomfortable-looking chair beside Kylo’s bed, there’s Hux. He’s sleeping, arms folded across his chest and legs stretched out in front of him, head resting back against the chair. He looks unhealthily pale, exhaustion etched in the lines on his sleeping face. There’s no telling what Hux has gone through in the last few hours whilst Kylo has been unconscious but just imagining it is enough to bring Kylo to tears.

Seeing Hux in the flesh makes the reality of Kylo’s failure so much worse. Beneath the sheets, Kylo’s hand finds his soft tummy, wincing as he momentarily forgets about the bowcaster wound and his fingers press against the bandaged part of his abdomen but he endures; his errors have cost them their baby, their future together. There’s no doubt that such horrific damaged caused by the bowcaster shot has stifled Kylo’s ability to carry children, and who would want a damaged omega? Their future was so bright and Kylo has ruined it all.

“Ren. Breathe, my love. I’m here.”

Kylo hadn’t realised that his distressed sobbing had taken his breath away until Hux’s hands are on his cheeks, their foreheads pressed together and their bond pulsating like a beating heart.

“H-Hux?”

The alpha places a kiss on Kylo’s forehead, “Hush, my omega. It’s alright.”

“I-it’s not,” Kylo shakes his head, reaching up to take hold of Hux’s hands upon his cheeks. “I’ve lost everything. I’m sorry, Hux. I’m sorry.”

“Kylo.” Hux sits down on the bed, taking his trembling mate into his arms and rocking him. “You haven’t lost anything. I thought that I’d lost you.”

“Hux. I’m sorry. The baby—”

“They’re fine, Ren. I promise. Everything is fine.”

Kylo pouts, sniffling. He pulls away from the embrace, rubbing his eyes. “They?”

“Twins, my darling. It’s twins. And they’re both fine and healthy. Just as you will be in a few days once your wounds have healed.”

“Two…babies.”

Kylo starts to cry again but they’re happy tears this time, overwhelmed by the revelation. He thought that he’d lost their baby but now they have two?

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Ren,” Hux says, sniffling too. The two move a little until they’re lying down on the bed with Kylo nestled against his alpha’s chest, slotting perfectly in Hux’s arms. “When I found you lying in the snow, I thought you…were gone.”

“I thought I was going to die,” Kylo says, one hand on his belly, feeling sentimentally attached to the little bump again. “I was thinking about how I failed you.”

“Ren. You could never. Never.”

“I love you, Armitage.”

“My omega. I love you. And our twins.”

Through the small crack in the door, a little orange figure slips in, padding gently across the floor before hopping on the bed, meowing softly. The little bell on her collar may give away her presence but it doesn’t disturb the cuddling pair of mates on the medbay bed.

#kylux #omega kylo #alpha hux #mpreg #pregnant kylo #tw mentions of miscarriage

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mysterystarz · 3 years

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iwaizumi's 8: prologue

summary: before iwaizumi could arrive in tokyo, he'd have to make the biggest mistake of his life

word count: 1.4k

genres + themes: mild angst for plot development, fluff/satisfying ending, casino set up

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns/tasers

a/n: here is the prologue at last!! this was fun to write and this was even more fun to visualize! also a disclaimer that the marquellos casino is not a real casino in tokyo and is merely a figment of my imagination! i hope you guys like this <3 love you all

Iwaizumi Hajime had always been a man with a plan. He was notorious for this, and regardless of how much his friends teased him for it back in the day, those planning skills were their greatest asset. It had led them through some of the toughest situations they’d ever had to encounter and led them gloriously to the other side, one of success and victory.

Those skills were what cemented their bond all those years ago, back when they had been meticulous and careful with every move they made. They had always been the glue between ideas, stringing them together in a way that was manageable for them to execute.

Those skills ended up being his temporary downfall.

The vision of what would have been one of his most successful jobs lay shattered at his feet because he had miscalculated. A shot in the dark that terribly missed, leaving him deserted in a world he should’ve never been a part of.

Most men would regret it.

Iwaizumi on the other hand, never fell into that category.

FOUR YEARS AGO: THE ARREST

Under the dim lights of the Marquellos Casino, Iwaizumi had never felt more alive. It was filled with an ambiance that could only be described as addicting, as he traversed the floor. At every turn, there was a game, the chance to win big or lose it all. The pull of money was strong.

At his side, like he’d always be, was Oikawa, dressed in a dapper suit as he always was, smiling at the influential ladies all while signaling to Iwaizumi at every turn. Turning a corner, Oikawa raised a hand gently to place it on his shoulder, brown eyes scanning the casino alertly,

“We’re being tracked. Lady in the red dress over there.” Oikawa gestured to a beautiful woman at the back, turning to smile at her to diffuse the tension. “We’ve got to be careful. Do we have contact with the others?”

“I’m not sure,” He sighed, shrugging off his blazer. “Tech is controlling the rest of this to be beneficial, and it seems we’re on schedule. Can we get a read on who the hell that woman is?”

“You don’t need tech for that.” Oikawa chuckled, “That would be Sato Kaede, and I believe that she is in line to own this place.”

“You mean we’ve got Sato Haru’s daughter trailing us?” He frowned. “This wasn’t called for. It won’t be good having the owner’s daughter having an inkling of what we’re here to do.”

“Would it be safe to abort?” Oikawa questioned his brown eyes wide and cautious as he observed the shuffling of cards at a nearby table. “I feel it’d be riskier to leave. We should probably gamble. It’d distract her a bit.”

“I think we should stick to plan.” Iwaizumi mumbled, spotting an opportunity to join a game of blackjack. “Stay close and don’t wander too far. We’re still on schedule.”

What a mistake it had been.

Just as he sat down, Iwaizumi was confronted with a man, not much older than he was, observing the cards of the table. His eyes were downcast, a hand twitching silently at his pocket for nothing in particular. He was suspicious.

Perhaps he was new.

“Ever been around these parts?” He asked casually, watching the dealer expertly shuffle the cards. “You’re not a face I’m used to seeing.”

“Would that make you a regular?” The mysterious man asked, raising from the table. “Care to join me? This table isn’t exactly my style.”

He had seen no harm in it back then. It had been the most threatening thing in the room, and he didn’t even recognize it.

“Sure. I can spare a few minutes.” Slinging his blazer over his shoulder, he followed the man around the vast expanse of the floor, stopping at appropriate times to discreetly check on Oikawa, whose focus seemed purely on communicating with the rest of their team.

“So, Iwaizumi, how long have you been here?” The man asked, casually walking around the slot machines. “A few hours?”

“Barely,” Iwaizumi laughed, the thrumming in his veins increasing by the moment. His gut was screaming for him to get out of the building, bringing Oikawa and the rest of his gang with him to safety.

He wasn’t exactly sure though.

“You’ve been here for three hours and thirteen minutes with that man right...there.” The man brought his pointer finger to point to Oikawa. “Perhaps you thought that staying long would create assurance in the staff that runs this place?”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck are you referring to?” Iwaizumi seethed, feeling the anxiety settle into his bones. “Actually, I should get going.”

Just as he went to walk away, the man pulled out his badge, ugly and polished under the red lights of the casino. The sign of the police, the most dreaded enemy, in the middle of the floor, all eyes upon them.

Well fuck.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, you are under arrest for the suspected robbery of this casino with an amount of over ¥100,000,000 in your unlawful possession. Put your hands up in the air and don’t move!”

Iwaizumi tactfully bolted, running towards Oikawa, whose startled expression was enough to propel his legs even faster while the casino security chased after them, guns and tasers in hand as they expertly dodged the obstacles placed in front of them.

“IWA-CHAN, YOU’VE GOT TO TELL THEM!” Oikawa yelled as he sharply turned a corner, dragging Iwaizumi by the hand. “KUROO CAN HELP US, JUST KEEP UP!”

“OIKAWA, I’M GOING TO HAND MYSELF IN!” He felt his heart crush at the words, anticipating the hurt that their team would face. Nothing could have ever prepared him for the look in his best friend’s eyes.

They stared back at him, the look defeated, crushed, and ever so betrayed. “Iwa-chan...you...you can’t! We have places to go, things to do..we...WE STILL CAN MAKE IT!”

“Oikawa,” He said solemnly, feeling the dread creep in his system even further, “Only one of us can make it and distract them. The team will be safe with you and you can figure out why this didn’t go to plan. I miscalculated. Let me keep you guys out of trouble.”

Oikawa glared at him. “You’re serious? Iwa-chan...we...may never even see you again!” His voice was strained, but it held a level of understanding. “And this...this is your way of making sure it’s nobody else. Not me, not Kuroo, not the rest of them….but you!” Oikawa turned back to him, leaving a shaky fist bump as a farewell. “I can’t forgive you for this.” A tear slipped out of one of his eyes as he sprinted away, not once looking back.

Iwaizumi was cornered then, casino security and the police force handcuffing him as the red and blue lights overtook his vision.

PRESENT:

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” The parole board announced, gesturing to the seat. “Please, take a seat.”

He silently took the seat in front of them, meeting all their eyes in what he hoped looked like respect as they examined him.

“Iwaizumi-san, you were arrested for the suspected robbery of the Marquellos Casino owned by Sato Haru and his family. You have served four years of a ten year sentence, correct?”

“Yes, I have.” He nodded.

“Do you feel like you are fit to rejoin society, Iwaizumi-san.” The board sat there in silence as they watched his every move, from the way he straightened his posture to the lopsided smirk he couldn’t help but wear.

“Yes, I do feel like I have. These past four years have been vital for me to discover the wrongs in my ways and the methods I used to achieve what I used to consider glory. I know now that a person’s morals and character is the only thing that can provide them a sense of what they can achieve in life, and it seemed like four years ago, I had lost them all. I am here to say that if I could, I’d go back and tell the Iwaizumi that existed four years ago in that casino that he was making a mistake. I can’t though, and I’m more than willing to live with that knowing that I’ve learnt something from it.”

The parole board smiled at him, brandishing the stamp that granted his freedom on a sheet as they shook his hand and left him alone in the room with his thoughts.

All those bastards needed was the promise of change to let him go.

Needless to say, he had far better plans for when he was set to leave.

In fact, his first destination was to the city he’d come to miss over the four years in jail.

He was going to get himself a ticket to Tokyo.

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Adore {Andrew Garfield x Female!Reader NSFW Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2649 Summary: You’ve had a long day at work, and undressing, you find yourself feeling insecure about a part of your body. Andrew makes sure you know just how beautiful you are. Warnings: Okay guys, it’s smut. Pure and simple, maybe a little cute, but smut.

No matter what happened throughout the day, no matter which assholes that you had to deal with, you knew that you would come home to a loving man. Well - as long as his work schedule allowed, but since he was taking a little break, he was sure to be there. And he was sure to be expecting you any minute now. You unlocked the front door with your key, swinging it open to reveal your little brownstone home in one of the quieter neighborhoods of London. You closed and locked the door behind you, took off your shoes, put your keys in the bowl and counted to ten in your head. With perfect timing, Andrew came down the staircase, a broad grin on his face, and his hair as messy as always. “Hey,” He said, in the shy way that he always had. “I’m glad you made it home okay.”

“My train was late, but I managed,” You said, walking towards him. He wrapped you in a hug, both of your arms managing to link around his lanky frame. Still, he was warmer than the rest of the house and a comfort to you after making your way through the evening mist. You took in the smell of his sweater - the detergent that you used clinging onto it nicely. You loved the smell of fresh laundry. “Did you already eat?”

“Not what I wanted to,” He said, his sweet expression turning into a smirk. Even after a year, you still grew surprised at how fast he could turn from the sweet boy-next-door Peter Parker character he played into someone a little darker. Someone very sexual.

“Babe,” You laughed, pushing him away from you, and tried to get yourself readjusted. “I’m starving and I need a shower, don’t corrupt me just yet.”

“Follow me,” Andrew laughed, putting his arm around your waist. His hand sat comfortably on your hip as you walked together to the kitchen, where, gloriously, your favorite pizza was on the counter, box propped open, the steam still rising. You could smell the toppings as soon as you stepped inside. “There, that’s one of your problems fixed. I can help you with the other if you like.”

“You’ve earned it,” You giggled, then ran towards the pizza in your bare feet. You didn’t bother with a plate, just took a slice right out of the box and ate it right then and there. You had a small lunch due to the fact that you had a meeting that went into your lunch hour, so you really were hungry. “How did you know I would need this?”

“I know you,” He said, leaning against the counter. “You always have rough Thursdays.”

“Got that right,” You mumbled into the slice of pizza. You devoured it, then went for a second before you started to feel full enough to be human again. With your index finger, you wiped traces of sauce from the corner of your lips, then licked it off, much to Andrew’s delight. Anything having to do with your tongue, he loved, which you could tell from the bulge in his pants already. The poor guy, you almost felt for him. You knew absolutely that he both loved and lusted for you, though there were times when you couldn’t fully comprehend why. Seeing him standing there, vulnerable, looking at you with dark eyes - you couldn’t tease the boy anymore. “Go start the shower for me, will you love?”

“Yes ma’am,” He said with a goofy salute, then nearly tripped over his own gangly legs as he ran up the stairs. You chuckled to yourself, closed the pizza box then slowly made your way upstairs, stripping as you did. The belt that went around the waist of your dress dropped first, falling like a slinky to the second last stair. Your manouvered behind you to get at the zipper of your dress, which then fell onto a pile on the hardwood hallway. You stepped out of it smoothly, and then stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching Andrew test the water in the stand up shower by putting his hand underneath it. He saw you in the reflection of the glass, just before it was fogged up with steam from the water. He turned to look at you, admiring you, especially as you hooked your fingers through your underwear and trailed them down so they were around your ankles. You stepped out with one foot while you raised the other, your panties like a flag on the end of your foot. Andrew eagerly took them, not with his hands, but with his teeth, then let the material drop.

You stood there, only in your bra, and as you always did, you made sure to turn away from all reflective surfaces when you took it off. You let it fall on the floor, the cups looking pitifully small in your opinion.

Andrew knew about your biggest insecurity, which was the fact that you had small breasts. You weren’t quite flat, but you felt like you were close enough to be. You had to wear padded bras and push up ones to even fill out your dresses right. You’ve even considered surgery to get your B’s up to C’s at least, but you held off because - well - because the thought of healing and not being able to feel Andrew touch them for a couple of weeks was more painful than the surgery itself.

“Come here,” Andrew whispered to you from by the shower. You did so, eagerly, though your mood was slightly diminished, as it always was when your insecurities came into play. He was fully dressed which made it all the more erotic when you leaned your back against him and his hands went over your abdomen. He tickled your belly button slightly, pressing kisses on your neck and collar bone, then made his way up. He rubbed at what little underboob that you did have, then took each breast in his hands. “Absolutely perfect. Look, they fit in my hands just right.”

Your nipples were poking out from between his fingers, getting pinched in the process which made you gasp. Small as they were, they were intensely sensitive, and just your nubs getting this little bit of attention was enough to make you feel sexual energy coursing through your body. You moaned as he nibbled on your earlobe, hitting another one of your sweet spots.

“You sure you wouldn’t like them a little bigger?” You asked, clasping your hand over one of his, holding it there.

“The only thing that I would change about you is your busy work schedule,” Andrew mumbled against your skin. “And that you won’t accept my ring on your finger.”

You frowned at that, despite the fact that his voice against your neck still felt amazing. “Andrew, baby-”

“No pressure,” He said, giving your left breast a light squeeze that made you jump back against him. “Just reminding you of how much I love you.”

You leaped at the chance to change the subject since he had given you an out. “It would be easier for you to prove that you loved me if you no longer had your clothes on.”

You lightly pushed his hands off of you, turned away from him, and went into the warm call of the shower, the water hitting you on the shoulder. It was so deliciously hot, and as you closed the door of the shower to tease Andrew, it trapped the heat in with you. Though it started to steam up, you could faintly see that he was indeed undressing on the other side of the glass. You pressed yourself up against it, what little chest you had going flat against the glass, nipples hardening further at the contact.

“Bloody hell,” He said, accent coming out, as he saw you like that. You even went as far as to press a little kiss to the glass, giggling before you turned around to be underneath the water again. Before you knew it, he was in there, behind you, hands grabbing at your bum. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

“No. Are you going to tell me?” You asked, being cheeky in the way that you knew that he liked. He wasn’t going to tell you apparently - he was going to show you instead. You could feel how hard he was against you, it slipping easily through your crack. When you teased, he teased.

“You’re wonderfully sexy, love,” He said, reaching over you to take the shower head off of it’s post. You wondered what he was going to do with it, but you found out soon enough when he lowered it down your body, then focused the water pressure right onto your clit, causing stimulation that you could feel from head to toe. You gasped, and he put his arm around you to keep you steady. You could almost feel his goofy grin from here. But he remained behind you so that you couldn’t see, but could only feel his study frame behind you. You allowed yourself to lean back, put more of your weight on him as you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure from the water.

The rest of your body barely had time to get wet before you were feeling your first orgasm of the night coming on. Andrew knew you inside and out, and knew what those intakes of breath meant. He knew that you were getting close. Holding you tightly against him, he slid between your cheeks. “Come on baby,” He moaned into your ear, swirling the water around but keeping it mainly centered on your clit. “Cum for me.”

You fell back against his chest, shoulders tense, breathing heavy, and let it overtake you with a moan of his name. He hardly had to touch you in order for him to help you along. You only had to lean back against him and let your orgasm take you over until you were a shuddering mess in his arms. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’re done already,” He said, chuckling as he held you.

“Not a chance,” You said, turning around to press a kiss onto his waiting lips. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, he returned the shower head to it’s original position, using his long arms to his advantage. His cock was as hard as a rod, sticking straight up between the two of you, rubbing against your stomach.

You lowered yourself down, the water running down your chest, to the drain. You kneeled down, looking up at him, which was one of his favorite positions for you to be in. He couldn’t even take the sight of you on your knees, it was too goddamn much for him. He felt like he was going to spurt right then and there, so he leaned his head back against the glass wall, eyes closed, waiting for something to happen. If he couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t explode from sight alone.

You didn’t go for the cock right away, focusing on the balls. You licked the fold between them, taking in the smell of body wash. He must have showered right before you came home for the scent was clinging strongly. God, you loved him so much. That he was willing to jump right back in for you. It warmed your heart, your belly, and well, every other part of you. You licked the underside of his cock before taking the tip of him into your mouth, very very slowly.

As you looked up, you could see his Adams Apple moving up and down in his long neck as he took in deep breaths. Though your mouth was beginning to be full, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Stop,” He breathed, which surprised you. You paused, the tip of his cock pressed on the inside of your cheek. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

You popped him out of your mouth with an audible sound. He did always have a thing for your mouth. He never lasted that long when you gave him a blowjob. Besides, you felt the need to have him inside of you.

You rose yourself up, meeting him in a kiss, his tongue flicking out to meet yours. You greeted it with a moan as his hand found his way back to your breast, rubbing it, showing off how it really did fit perfectly in his hand. He lifted your leg with his other hand, hoisting it up so that he was in the perfect place to thrust into you, though he did have to bend his knees ever so slightly. Damn his tall and lanky frame. You clutched onto his shoulders as you finally felt him penetrate into you. You gasped into the heat of his skin, the water rolling down your back. This was the best stress relief you could imagine after such a long day at work. His lips were working at yours, then at your jaw, then at your neck. His hand wouldn’t leave your breast while the other one kept you steady, ensuring that you wouldn’t fall. Despite the slipperiness of the floor, you felt safe with him.

Having already orgasmed once, it was easy for him to slip on in, and there was none of the soreness that being dry usually brought. As he thrust in, all of the way for the first time that night, you felt the ache of need - the need to cum again, the need to bring him to that point too. You hopped up while he was still inside you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He did stumble just a little, his back hitting the shower wall, but he supported you still, making sure that you didn’t fall. “Oh god,” He mumbled into your hair.

“Yes, Andrew,” You hissed in response, using your thigh muscles to bind yourself to him, bringing yourself up and then down. He was holding onto you as if his life depended on it. The heat of the room was unbelievable, and you didn’t know what was sweat and what was water.

The second orgasm took over your body, making you shudder then freeze in place as it racked over your body. Your nails dug into Andrew’s skin, breaking it ever so slightly but he didn’t feel it at all. He came as soon as he felt that you were, spurting his seed deep inside of you. It wasn’t the first time that he had released in you, and it was sure not to be the last. Being caught in the heat of the moment and not thinking about protection had become a common theme in your relationship.

You met in another deep kiss, as he slowly helped you to get your feet on the ground. “God, how I love you, Andrew Garfield,” You said, leaning your tired body against his chest, hearing his heartbeat thudding through the skin. He enveloped you in a hug, rocking back and forth slightly.

“And I love you, y/n,” He said, breathing out shakily. “And we both need this shower now, I think.”

“I agree,” You laughed, reaching for the knob and turned the temperature down so it was cool, almost like pool water. It was refreshing, compared to the near-lava temperature that it had been earlier. “I needed that.”

“I know,” He said, smiling cheekily, as always. He picked up your loofa, your favorite color, and squirted your favorite body wash onto it, then lathered it up. “Want me to get your back?”

“You’re a godsend.”

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