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ashwhowrites · 7 months

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Singer! Reader x Older! Eddie, she sings at the Hideout, and Eddie goes there every weekend, and they met, and they fall for each other and start dating (I was listening to For K part 2, and this came to my mind, if you could write something like this request but better pls do it, love your work! 🩷)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy reading. Thank you for requesting <3

The singer

Eddie always looked forward to the weekends. It was his time to sleep in, do nothing, and go to the bar. Eddie was a known regular at the hideout, his band used to play on the weekends when he was in high school. He liked the alcohol, the atmosphere, and the girl he couldn't take his eyes off.

Y/N was a local singer who performed every weekend at the hideout. One night she showed up and Eddie hasn't forgotten her since. After her sets, she'll come down, buy a drink, and sit at Eddie's table. They talk until the bar has to close. There was something about her that Eddie was connected to.

He wanted to ask her out more than anything, but he was scared she wouldn't be interested. Sure, they flirted a lot, but he wasn't sure if the age gap would be a breaker for her or not. He didn't want to lose what they had. But he wanted more. He wasn't sure where she was at with her life, and if she wanted a serious relationship so young.

Eddie sipped on his beer as he watched her perform. As always, she looked gorgeous and sounded amazing. It was nearing the end of her set, and Eddie was nervous. He told himself he was going to ask her out tonight.

"This one is a new song, I've recently fallen for someone and this is for him."

Eddie felt all his confidence sink, she fell for someone? Eddie listened closely to the song dedicated to this new guy. But then he got lost in his thoughts, and he hated how in love she sounded.

"Thank you, guys." She announced as she left the stage.

Eddie sulked in his seat as he ordered another beer. He took too long and now his chance is gone. This new guy was probably young, someone she met at a bar or club. They probably liked the same things since they were so close in age.

"Guess who." Eddie's eyes were covered as a familiar perfume filled his nose. The sweet sound of her voice against his ear, he felt himself shudder.

"The next top model?" He teased, laughing as she scoffed in his ear and took the seat next to him. She was sweaty and her hair was thrown up. Her neck and chest glistened as she ordered a drink. It took everything in Eddie to avert his eyes.

They sat in a small amount of silence. Y/N felt nervous as he hadn't said a word about her song. She made it obvious it was about him. Maybe she was too forward?

She awkwardly coughed as she sipped on her drink. Eddie fought in his head if he should say something or not.

"Did you like the song?" She asked, looking at him as she watched him.

"Yeah, it was nice. Sounds like a lucky guy." Eddie smiled, but he sounded more mad than he intended.

Y/N picked up on his negative energy. He almost sounded bitter and jealous.

"Could you tell who it was about?"

"A guy you met at a bar?" Eddie guessed.

"Yeah...the one across from me." She said shyly, her eyes back on her drink.

Eddie felt himself smiling, enjoying the way she hid away from him. The song was about him, she liked him too.

"I wanted to ask you out tonight, but I was worried I would be too old for you," Eddie confessed, her eyes catching his as she looked at him.

"Your age doesn't matter to me. It's just a number. It doesn't change your personality, how well you treat me, how sweet you are, and how handsome you are. I like all of those things about you and that's why I wrote the song." Her heart skipped a beat when he admitted wanting to ask her out.

"So if that guy in the song were to ask you out, what would you say?"

"I'd say yes."

Eddie smiled as he threw money down at the bar, grabbing her hand as he stood up.

"Let's get out of here then."

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seraphiism · 1 year

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hello! congrats on 1k kay! you really do deserve it~ as for your dreamscape event (if it’s still open), how about dusk with lavender & ⭐️ xiao? thank you vv much! i hope i did not forget anything else ehe~

- blue

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

( you are the only people i'd surrender my softness to )

chara : xiao fandom : genshin impact quote cr : noor hindi a/n : HELLO BLUEEEE thank you sm hehe !!! <3 late xiao birthday fic !!

・❥・[ dreamscape event ] ༊*·˚ ⌛fluff • ⭐️ xiao • 💐 lavender : serenity

xiao has always found birthdays to fall in line with human tradition, the many years in his life turned blur and haze in the depths of a life filled with chaos forevermore. he does not pay any mind to the special day, finds it to be as ordinary as any other time in his life : a moment in passing , a fleeting memory that will soon be lost in translation.

the yaksha does not quite remember when he started looking forward to his birthday: was it two years ago-- three, even? his brows furrow ever so slightly in recollection of your first encounter. you were so incredibly stubborn, relentless in attempt to become acquaintances with someone who had almost forgotten what it meant to cherish another-- and how incredibly determined you were in declaration of confessions, anxiety dissipating the moment you noticed the pink hues settle on his cheeks.

xiao sighs, eyes closed as he feels the cool winds blessing his skin. time is such a very strange thing-- the way it feels like he has known you for a lifetime despite the few years it has been. to speak of love is something that brings him into a state of embarrassment, but there is a strange gentleness that resides in the heart, dulls the pain of karmic debt unleashed.

another inhale , a heaviness that settles in his limbs. xiao feels himself losing the battle against sleep, head resting so comfortably on your lap. seldom does he sleep, but in your presence, he is much more prone to it. he doesn't like to admit it, but there is a calm in your existence and it quells the pain, allows tranquility to slip into his life. he cannot fall asleep here, not now, not when you're--

"don't open your eyes. i'm not done yet!"

he frowns at the panicked tone yet doesn't move a single inch despite the way your hand covers his eyes instinctively. he wasn't going to-- not when you had asked so politely earlier, telling him that it was a surprise for his birthday. it was just a mere thought after all, yet somehow you had picked up on it. it is almost frightening how well you have learned to read him.

"i'll fall asleep soon."

"okay, well, don't do that. give me five minutes."

a quiet hum of acknowledgement. he listens, fights back the smile that threatens to grace his lips at your mumbles here and there. five minutes turns into ten, then--

"xiao," you begin, voice quiet and curious, "are you awake?"

he opens his eyes to the sight of your bright gaze, and this time, he does not fight the smile. you blink once, twice, almost caught off-guard at the tenderness in his gaze, but you lean down, kiss his forehead, laughing when that all too familiar blush surfaces.

he sits up, turns to face you, and watches in silent question at the way you hide something behind your back. there is a hint of nervousness that adorns your visage; you know he isn't one for huge celebrations, especially if they revolve around him, but with everything he has ever endured, you wish to celebrate the joy of his existence, the joy of your friendship, and the joy of a love beyond.

with slight reluctance and a timidness xiao is not at all used to, you bring your hands forth ; in your grasp lies a delicately crafted floral crown, brilliant hues of white and green from qingxin flowers. there's a bashfulness in the curl of your lips, and the yaksha wonders if your face is as warm as his right now. he swallows hard, eyes wide, and wonders if he is worth of such kindness.

"may i?"

he snaps from his train of thought, a sight panic surfacing in amber hues, and nods. with the gentle bow of his head, you place the crown on him, find yourself almost breathless when he looks up at you. you have always found xiao to be beautiful, but there is something so incredibly soft about this moment -- the gentle breeze, the sway of the trees that shield you from the orange glow of the sun, the way he looks at you like you have always been the one thing his heart has been searching for all these years.

it is all so overwhelming, the beauty in catharsis. you feel that familiar sting in your eyes, but you don't dare make him fuss over you, not on his birthday-- so instead, your hands cup his cheeks, devotion lingering beneath your fingertips, and you kiss him, ever so gentle, fall into the feeling of veneration.

"happy birthday, xiao." you murmur against his lips, and in the way he pulls you closer, you know that this will be one of many birthdays you will spend with him in a blissful future.

#genshin impact #xiao x reader #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #.: event!fic.dream of me 🌿#.: writing

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prettycutebunny · 1 year

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Ivy: Tarhos x reader

Tw: infidelity, pregnancy, childbirth.

The cold wind broke through the layers covering your body as the shades of orange and red dyed the sky ahead. Winter was especially harsh this year, as the sound of your teeth grinding covered the crunching of snow on your path. It was a road you took daily, so much so that the shape of your steps marked its way on the ground. The sting of tears made you flinch as you wiped them away in a hurry. The painful lump returned in the middle of your throat as your breath shook. You can’t break down just yet, but you’re close.

The rust-colored ground announced your arrival, and it didn’t take long for the smell of iron and rot to invade your nostrils. Even though you wanted to go further, into where you last saw him, you can’t. The ominous fog covered the entire radius, and as far as you know, there’s no way out of it.

Sitting down always causes your dress to be dirty, but such trivial worries are far behind you. The wetness in your eyes came, but you didn’t suppress it this time. Screams of anguish tore through your chest as the wind blew your scarf away.

How's one to know?

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones.

In a faith-forgotten land

In from the snow

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

Tarnished but so grand

His heavy steps reverberated in the Shattered Square, and the throbbing of his temple blurred his vision as he moved using muscle memory. The never-changing weather of his realm was uncomfortable, to say the least, his armor was unforgiving. Huffing in annoyance, he sat down on the broken chair. The place was so torn down that it barely qualifies as a shelter, but it does block the sun.

The ringing in his ear grew louder and louder as the wails of misery became clearer. He clenched his jaw hard enough to hear his teeth crack as his hand balled into a fist. Why does she keep haunting him in both his dreams and reality? No amount of covering his ears could stop her voice from reaching him.

A gust of wind passed by him as he kicked down a rotten wooden wall nearby. Killing the maggots usually helped him deafen everything.His fist was raised to pour more of his overflowing rage out, but a sudden appearance of an all-too-nostalgic piece of fabric flew in front of him, stopping him midair.

The darkness in his head disappeared in an instant as he slowly bent to pick it up. The fabric spelled like water between his gloved hands while the scent of her took his breath.

And the old widow goes to the stone every day

But I don't, I just sit here and wait

Grieving for the living

The training field was the only place you weren’t allowed in, which naturally meant it was the place you frequented the most. They said it was dangerous with all the slaves inside, but you weren’t scared at all. Your friend was the strongest of them all, and he promised to protect you with his life! Smiling in glee, you ran toward the lonesome figure swinging the sword alone.

"Tarhos !"

He stopped his movement in an instant and dropped his wooden sword to the ground. His expressionless face broke into the tiniest smile as he bowed down in greeting. You giggled and hugged his torso while talking animatedly. He was a great listener, and you loved talking.

Walking around the forest nearby, you skipped ahead while excitedly explaining the events of your day. The only words he let out were sounds of affirmation for you to keep chatting. The sound of you was like a sweet melody that lulled him into serenity. He was a mere slave who just earned his knighthood in the mansion serving your father, but that didn’t bother you at all.

Meeting each other after dark became a daily ritual for you two, as you both discussed your upcoming sixteenth birthday. You're going to meet your honorable fiancé soon! Tarhos felt a prickling pain in his chest that he pushed aside. He’ll soon afford to free himself from under your father’s thumb, determined to be your own personal knight. Such a declaration brought heat into your cheeks as you looked down in an uncharacteristic silence.

"Does that displease you?"

His self-doubt came crumbling in, but your voice returned with a reassuring tone. Happiness spread throughout your body as the image of Tarhos with you forever made you break into a grin.

"I’d love to! You're the only man I trust!"

His face countered in an unfamiliar emotion as he slowly hugged your body closer.

"My lady!"

The calling of your maid made you flinch, which caused Tarhos to push you towards her as he walked away in a hurry.

"My lady, where have you been? Lord Toscano is here!"

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

Blood drained from your face as you stared in horror at the man next to your father. Your chest started heaving as dread rooted itself inside you. He can’t be your future husband. Your lips quivered as your father joyfully introduced you both. as if the man he plans to tie you to wasn’t as old or even older than himself.

"This is Duke Vittorio Toscano. Lord Toscano, this is my daughter."

The man you’re to be married to looked at you with a cold stare, one that reminded you of how a person inspects livestock. He nodded to your father without greeting you and walked inside.

"The wedding is in a fortnight; prepare yourself."

No matter how many times you screamed, how many tears you shed, or the meals you turned down, Your fate was sealed, and you have to accept it.

The maids had to drag your resisting body to the bath; the entire mansion was buzzing with excitement as you were dying inside. You were manhandled into your tight corset, with heavy layers of fabric weighting your body down. The wetness in your face made your makeup a hustle, but they did it anyway. Your sobs were ignored in favor of keeping the celebration going.

"My lady…."

His voice came through the haziness of your mind, causing the movements around you to stop. You can feel their accusing stares at the man standing in front of your door, his eyes holding similar anguish to yours. He took steps toward where you were seated and kneeled. His warm hands enveloped your tiny ones as he kissed them sweetly, pledging himself to you and only you.

I wish to know

The fatal flaw that makes you long to be

Magnificently cursed

He's in the room

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see

He wants what's only yours

The duchy was objectively better than your old home in every aspect. bigger and grander than your family could ever dream. The generational wealth reeked of decay in every deserted corner, but it was never home. The servants were respectful but icy cold, just like their master.

Your husband... The word brought a sore taste to your mouth as you walked down towards your bedroom. He wanted an heir, which meant you were a means to an end. Something he’ll never let you forget with the disdain he shows at every chance he has. The only positive aspect you can think of from your stay here is Tarhos, your one and only knight.

Lord Toscano was amazed at his abilities and offered to employ him on the spot. which was ironic considering how he had more joy seeing your knight than you—his bride in white—during the ceremony. which was ironic, considering the dead-eye stare he received from the said person the entire time. You never thought Tarhos could ever show such scary expressions.

Reaching the garden, you stopped and firmly announced.

"I’d like to go alone. All of you leave."

Turning to glare at the maids who are tailing you, they bowed down and slowly backed away. Being married for over five years meant you knew how to assert yourself with the workers there. Something you wish you knew how to do at the beginning Even if their master isn’t very fond of you, you’re still their lady and command respect. Taking a deep breath and walking ahead, you admired the beautiful crimson sky. This time of the day is the most peaceful, even if you’re alone.

Sitting down on the nearby bench, you hugged your cardigan close to protect yourself from the chilly breeze. Stupid, obsessed Vittorio keeps dragging your knight around with him on every expedition. The heavy footsteps eased the frown on your face as a scarf was tied around your neck from behind. He always makes sure to announce his presence so as not to scare you.

Turning to meet the soft eyes of your lover, he bent down and captured your lips in a fleeting kiss. The back garden was known as your own space, and only Vittorio had the right to break your order and come here. Speaking of, you stepped back from his embrace for a moment.

"You’re back early, did he find it?"

A silent shake of his head was all you got as his hand planted itself on your lower back. Smiling wider, you rubbed yourself against him slowly. He pushed you gently against a nearby tree. Your illicit affair was poorly hidden, but it didn’t matter. You two could do it in front of your husband and he wouldn’t notice. Duke Vittorio Toscano was a man possessed with the need to find something and didn’t pay anyone -- even you -- any attention. The staff knew better than to open their mouths, and the last one who made a comment about how close you two were was decapitated on the spot.

Biting down on your lips, you wrapped your legs tighter around his torso, which pinned you back. Every snap of his hips made your body jolt with pleasure. His fit was uncomfortable, but you wanted all of him regardless of whether it was pain or pleasure. His soft lips tugged on yours as his pace picked up while he rubbed your sensitive spit with his finger. Feeling the hot flashing of your embedding orgasm, he drank all your screams as his movement grew frantic with the seconds.

Clover blooms in the fields

Spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, coast is clear

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

He's gonna burn this house to the ground

Your monthly bleeding was late. something that you didn’t think of twice until your personal maid hesitantly pointed it out. Her voice trembled as realization weighed in. She broke down into tears as the familiar steps thundered near your room. Your door opened without so much as a knock, and you glared at your brazen husband, who barged in.

Vittorio motioned for the maid to leave, which she did in a hurry. He was drunk so early in the morning that the smell of alcohol invaded your senses. The honorable lord started stripping as he nodded towards the bed. Taking a deep breath, you laid motionless on it. His cold hand raised your skirt far enough to reveal your privates.

Your mind wondered as he started moving on top of you aimlessly. There was no love, no passion, and no pleasure in any of this. He enjoyed your body but didn’t care for the person in it. Closing your eyes, the images of a miserable family painted themselves behind your eyelids. an absent father and a neglected mother. The image didn’t last as he stood on top and pulled away. Probably the only thing you’re grateful for is that he never lasts long. Disgust crept in as you felt his remains inside of you, and you headed to the bathroom next door.

Hand on top of your stomach, you just knew who’s the father of your child. A bang of guilt mixed with fear took over as the stark difference between Tarhos and Vittorio came to mind. Tarhos had tan skin, green eyes, and black hair. Vittorio being pale with blonde hair in his youth would be an obvious slap in the face proof of your love. Bitterness caused your body to shake; how come he gets to have an open rendezvous and father countless bastards, but you can’t be with your lover? None of it was fair! Being sold off to a man over twice your age wasn’t fair. The countless public affairs he had weren’t fair. The accusing look you feel just for being a happy woman in love isn’t fair!

Your body collapsed on the ground as you hugged your knees for comfort. All you wanted was to be married to a man like Tarhos and have a happy family. Was that too much to ask? Was seeking happiness in such a horrible situation wrong? If he didn’t owe you his loyalty, then you shouldn’t owe him yours in return. The worried voice of your lover came from behind the door as he gently knocked. Standing up, you opened the door and threw yourself into his arms, uncaring about your current state of undress.

Tarhos' eyes widened at your words as you buried your face in his chest. His hands shook while he hugged your body closer to him—so close it felt like his embrace would swallow you whole.

"Don’t worry, I will take care of you."

Raising your face to meet his eyes, you flinched away at the darkness you saw in his expression. For the first time in your life, you were scared of him. His face was that of a cruel, heartless killer on a mission.

"How ?"

Looking down to meet your gaze, he softened instantly.

"It won’t be long until I free my men, don't worry."

How's one to know?

I'd live and die for moments that we stole

On begged and borrowed time

So tell me to run

Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become

And drink my husband's wine

The screams of servants woke you from your dreamless state, and your husband jumped from the bed before you could register any of it. Someone attacked the village next to the duchy, and they’re on their way to the castle. You stood up slowly as the butler informed the lord of everything and headed to the window. The blazing fire in the distance caused glee to shine through your eyes; he kept his promise.

A frown replaced the grin as the knights of the duchy came into view. They were marching to protect the land and their lord. The stern voice of the latter came from behind you.

"Prepare my armor; I’m going out."

Should you have laughed? No, but you couldn’t help it. You knew what Tarhos was capable of, and the stories he told you of his men were enough to assure you they’d win. What did the honorable lord think his presence would do? He couldn’t go out on a cold day in fear of his joint pain, but he plans to stop an army of mercenaries?

Walking away from the scene, you called out for the butler, who was watching the smile on your face with fear.

If you knew that it would be the last day you saw either of them again, would you have been this delighted? The fog came out of nowhere and covered almost the entirety of the village. They left behind a small pot of land that was dyed with crimson blood and rotting corpses.

one that you visited every day as your stomach grew bigger. What were you hoping to see? him returning after months with his arms open for you to jump in? You screamed as sudden pain shot in your stomach, and you traveled back slowly. The contractions come in more fiercely the closer you get to the castle.

The screams of the gardener brought in servants to help you into your room as they screamed for the midwife. What’s in your stomach is the only toscano left—the person who’ll grow to inherit everything Vittorio left behind. Long, drowned-out pain ended in what felt like a flash, as your body kept on passing out amidst it all.

The screams of a baby broke you into more sobs, while the horrified looks of maids told you what you needed to know. They carefully wrapped your child in a blanket and put him in your arms.

"He’s a healthy boy."

The midwife announced that even through his reddened skin, you can see a clear hint of tan underneath. The wails of sadness stopped instantly once he felt your warmth and you kissed his head sweetly.

"My lady, we need to clean him up."

You turned your glare at her in suspicion.

"He’s the heir to the duchy; hurt him, and you’ll die."

The commanding tone was enough to turn all the accusing looks they had into ones of fear. You’re still the widow of Lord Toscano, and the child is his by law. The purge of servants after one boldly doubted the paternity of the child inside the lady’s stomach was enough to instill fear in their hearts.

Looking down to meet the innocent green eyes staring at you in wonder, you smiled and cooed. You never thought you’d be grateful to Vittorio; his wealth and title would set your baby up for a life in luxury, and your status as a lady was cemented now that you’re the young duke’s mom. Even if Tarhos isn’t here with you anymore, a piece of him will live on.

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered

In you, in you

Now I'm covered in you

In you

#tarhos kovacs x reader #tarhos kovács x reader #dbd the knight x reader #the knight #dbd imagines #bunny writes

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reinathevocaloid · 7 months

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A Giramie Playlist!

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries

King - Lauren Aquilina

You've got it all You lost your mind in the sound There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown You're in control Rid of the monsters inside your head Put all your faults to bed You can be king again

War of Change - Thousand Foot Krutch

Wait, it's just about to break, it's more than I can take Everything's about to change I feel it in my veins, it's not going away Everything's about to change

Road Not Taken - Stray Kids

I go on a path that has never been stepped on Not the main path, but my own Even if I can't see the future anymore I'll step out, throw myself out fearlessly Run and run without a regret Even if it's suffocating, I will never stop

See Who I Am - Within Temptation

See who I am Break through the surface Reach for my hand Let's show them that we can Free our minds and find a way The world is in our hands This is not the end

Flares - The Script

But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light? Did you feel the smoke in your eyes? Did you, did you? Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

Spider - HOSHI

Can't breathe When you look at mе, when you look at me I shiver all over When you touch me, when you touch me You tie me up like a spider We're tangled up, we can't escape Like a spider, I enjoy this puzzle Pretend to hate it baby, I still like it baby

Spit It Out - IAMX

When you're in pieces Just follow the echo of my voice It's okay Tune into that frequency

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machine

I was a heavy heart to carry But he never let me down When he held me in his arms My feet never touched the ground

Can't Pretend - Tom Odell

Love, I have wounds Only you can mend You can mend, oh, oh, oh I guess that's love I can't pretend

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN & Sia

I'll hold you when things go wrong I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Umbrella (Cover) - All Time Low

When the sun shines, we'll shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella

Stay - The People's Thieves

I'm only Just strong enough I'm Just strong enough I'm Slowly sinking through the ground below So hold me Just long enough to Just long enough to Show me How to find my way back home

The Author - Roosberg

If you feel like a stranger in your tale, not much to offer Yeah, know that you're the one to change your story Change your story Yeah, you're the author for it Change your story, write your story

Ready Now - Dodie

You saw through me All this time I'd forgotten People are kind I was hurting And you knew So you showed me What to do You said, "I will listen Tell it all When you're finished We'll talk more" But I didn't know how So we took it in turns And to my surprise We found my words

True Colors - Kesha and Zedd

All my life, one page at a time I'll show you my, my true colors No-no, no-no, I won't apologize For the fire in my eyes Let me show you my, my true colors It ain't your rainbow

The Quiet - Imogen Heap

In the time that it takes, for a smile to cross the room In the time that it takes, to be finally understood In the time that it takes from being one of us to two It's the time it takes the moon to rise, we can start anew, let's win at life again Oh silent world, rest assured that love lies beyond words

#king ohger #giramie #gira hastie #jeremy brasieri #shut up anya #giramy #my playlists

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Hey cutie!!!💕💕💕🙃

So I'd thought of this scenario the other day, where the reader is working at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital and she's an ex of Jackson Avery (they're still friends); he goes there because someone close to him gets injured and so as he searches for the reader for help, where he also gets to meet one of the new interns, Daniel Kwan, who happens to be reader's best friend since college (who has feelings for her but she doesn't know) and while to Jackson that is very clear, the reader, on the other hand, has no idea, which makes it weird to see them interact with eachother

Idk... I was thinking of something not too sentimental because they're all in good terms but it can end up with a confession or something...🤔🤔 I know you haven't had the opportunity to start the latest season (I totally get it!!! I still don't know how you manage to keep your socials active since you're always working non stop 😖😖 but know that I'm always grateful to have you as a friend, cheering up my days 😘💌)

Btw there's no rush and if you don't feel like writing for Grey's Anatomy then it's all good 😉

A Crazy Idea [Part One]

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: Daniel Kwan x Female Reader, Jackson Avery x Female Reader, Benson Kwan x Female Reader

Characters: Daniel Kwan, Jackson Avery, Female Reader, Catherine Fox, Benson Kwan

Word Count: 2058 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Jackson's back and he's finding he might have been replaced in more ways than one.

Tags/ Warnings: Confessions of Love, Jealousy, Friends To Lovers, Exes, Ex Lovers, Fighting, Arguing, Operations,Past Relationships, Open Wounds,

Notes: okay so i've not watched the new series so I don't know kwan that well and apparently his names changed?!? but I stuck with Daniel anyway. Hope this is okay! x

PART ONE // PART TWO

Jackson stalked down the corridor, his eyes sweeping inside every room, as he searched for Y/N. It had been a while since he had been to Grey Sloan and though he used to walk its halls every day he had forgotten how big it was. Though the more he walked the more his hand started aching. He had it held against him, pulled tight under his hoodie as he tried to keep it in a way that didn’t make it ache something rotten. As a sharp shooting pain fluttered up his forearm he stopped looking around but as he paused someone collided with him, hitting him directly in his covered arm and making him wince in agony.

‘I’m so sorry!’ a voice came from behind him. As he whipped around he found a doctor he didn’t recognise standing in front of him. His hands were out in front of him though Jackson doubted he knew how much he had hurt him. Jackson went to tell the man it was alright but he watched as realisation dawned on the man's face, ‘Dr Avery?’

‘Yeah,’ Jackson said.

‘I didn’t know you were coming back. Are you here for a surgery? Or…’ the man trailed off.

‘Actually, I’m looking for someone,’ Jackson said, ‘have you seen Dr Y/N?’

‘Y/N?’ the man asked. Jackson nodded watching as a glint arose in the man's eye. And if Jackson looked closely he was sure he saw the tinge of a blush on his cheeks before he continued, ‘she’s scrubbed in at the minute. But I’m on her service if there’s something you need.’

‘I just need her er-’

‘Dr Kwan,’ the man said, ‘Daniel Kwan.’

‘Right,’ Jackson said trying to recall where he had heard that name before, ‘well can you find her for me?’

‘Sure, what shall I tell her?’

‘Tell her I’ll be waiting in the pit for her,’ Jackson said as he felt another wave of pain come over him. Before Daniel could reply he stalked off back towards the pit. He needed painkillers.

✵✵✵

Jackson was sitting in a trauma room scrolling quietly through his phone as he listened to the hubbub going on outside the room. Since his new ally had continued his search he had been able to come down to the pit and get checked in. He didn’t officially have privileges but the nurses didn’t seem to mind following his instructions. He allowed them to take some blood and do a quick X-ray which he looked over himself, confirming his own suspicions of a broken hand but he didn’t interfere anymore. That's why he wanted Y/N. After all her speciality was orthopaedics.

As he heard her dulcet tones outside the room he sat up a little straighter and placed his phone on his lap. The doors swooshed open and she came in in a flurry. Her hair was piled up onto the top of her head and Jackson could see her scrub cap squashed into her scrub pocket. Standing at her side was Daniel.

‘Jackson!’ she said excitedly though her face fell as she took in his mangled hand, ‘what the hell!?’

She darted to his side, her hand holding his gently, wincing as he hissed in pain. The nurses had given him something to take the edge off but that didn’t mean that her mauling with him wouldn’t make his toes curl.

‘What happened?’ she asked.

‘Had a run-in with a power tool,’ he shrugged.

‘Your hands mangled!’ she said.

‘Hardly,’ he said nodding towards the X-rays on the board. Y/N glanced at them but continued to survey his hand a little longer. Daniel walked towards them.

‘He’s right. He’s only got slight fractures to his scaphoid and trapezium.’

‘Maybe,’ she said, ‘but this gash goes through to muscle if not the ligament. And this is a million-dollar hand.’

‘Which is why I came here,’ Jackson said.

‘Well I’d send you to our fabulous head of plastics but he’s no longer here,’ Y/N smirked. Jackson chuckled.

‘Which is why I went second best,’ he said. Y/N swatted him on his good arm. Jackson chuckled but he didn’t fail to notice that Daniel’s eyes narrowed a little as he watched the pair of them.

‘Blue,’ Y/N said as she moved over to the Xrays, ‘order an MRI stat for Jackson’s hand. I want decent images before we plan anything. Then phone the OR and tell them we need to bump my next surgery.’

‘But Mrs Gleeson-’

‘Can wait,’ she said waving him off. Daniel smiled tightly and nodded. Jackson watched them closely as she rattled off instructions.

‘I thought you didn’t do special treatment,’ Daniel said folding his arms across his chest.

‘I don’t. But as I said this morning, Mrs Gleeson still has some swelling to her ankle so whilst we can do her manipulation today it won’t hurt to push her back a few hours. Or even a day. And besides, I might not play favourites but I know someone who does. So it might be better that we get Jackson here in and out before Catherine Fox gets a whiff of what’s happening. Now, are you going to do as I asked or have you still got a problem with how I prioritise my patients?’ Y/N said. Her tone was nice but Jackson could hear the air of authority she was speaking with. Daniel shook his head and left the room.

Jackson watched as she scanned over his X-rays one more time and then sat down on a stool beside him setting up a sterile tray. He said nothing as she took his hand in hers, assessing the damage of the deep gash in his hand. She started to clean the outer edge of the wound and feeling that twinging sensation coming back Jackson decided to speak.

‘So the new interns are pretty outspoken this year huh?’ Jackson said. Y/N looked up at him confused then as her eyebrows broke apart she said, ‘what Blue? Nah, he’s not that bad.’

‘He called you out in front of a patient,’ Jackson reasoned.

‘He called me out in front of you,’ she quipped back, ‘you’re hardly John Doe. And anyway I get what he means. You know I hate special treatment.’

‘And yet you came right away for me,’ Jackson smirked.

‘For your million dollar hand,’ she corrected, ‘and the fact that your mother will find out about this soon enough and I’d rather not have her interrogate me while I work.’

‘Hmm,’ Jackson said. Her movements slowed as she looked at him curiously.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he said.

‘No come on,’ she said knowing he was holding back, ‘spit it out.’

‘It’s just you seem different with him. Any other intern you’d have chewed them out.’

‘Well I haven’t been friends with them since childhood,’ she shrugged.

‘You’ve known him since childhood?’ Jackson asked as his mind scanned back for any recollection that she might have mentioned him to him before.

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘he’s an old family friend. Our moms are close. He’s not too much younger than me but he’s had some personal stuff so he’s only just catching up that’s why I recommended the programme to him.’

‘You’ve never mentioned him,’ he said.

‘We lost touch a little. I barely have time to see the people in this hospital never mind outside of it,’ she said. Then a memory clicked in Jackson’s head.

‘He’s in that picture of you and your high school friends,’ he said, ‘the one in your hallway.’

‘And here’s me thinking you didn’t notice any of the little things when we were together,’ she chuckled.

‘Hey I noticed enough,’ Jackson smirked which was followed by a wince as she hit a sore spot.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled returning to her work.

‘It’s okay,’ Jackson said, adding in a low voice, ‘and anyway, I noticed he likes you.’

‘Blue?’ she baulked.

‘Yeah,’ he said.

‘No way,’ she said, ‘we’ve been friends forever.’

‘And?’

‘And,’ she started, ‘and, well I’d know. He’s Blue. The same Blue he’s always been. He doesn’t like me.’

She fell silent for a moment. Panic flooded into the pit of Jackson’s stomach as he watched her work fearing he’d scared her.

‘Y/N,’ he said, ‘I’m not teasing you. I’m being serious.’

‘Jackson,’ she said quietly.

‘I’m just saying,’ he said moving his hand so she was forced to look up at him, ‘remember I’ve been there.’

She watched him for a moment and then went back to her work. Trying to ignore the niggle in the back of her mind.

✵✵✵

‘That went well,’ Y/N said as she slipped her scrub cap off of her head. She walked into the prep room and knocked the tap on, getting ready to de-scrub. She had just operated on Jackson’s hand. Fortunately, it wasn’t too complicated and she had even managed that Jackson could stay awake throughout assisting somewhat. And though she was still wrestling with what Jackson had told her she had allowed Daniel to assist.

‘Yeah,’ Daniel said as he stood beside her, ‘I’ve never had someone back seat drive whilst doing a surgery though.’

‘Jackson knows what he’s doing,’ she said. He seemed irked. And she didn’t know why…though she suspected, ‘and he’s an expert in his field.’

‘I guess,’ he mumbled.

‘Do you not like him?’ she said looking up at him. She wiped her wet hands on a piece of paper towel and tossed it in the trash as she turned around to lean against the sink.

‘What?’ Daniel asked drying off his own hands.

‘Jackson,’ she said, ‘you seem to have a problem with him.’

‘I guess after all the delays I’ve had seeing someone use their name to get whatever they want annoys me,’ he said going to walk away. Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder stopping him. He turned to face her.

‘Jackson didn’t use any name. I mean his mother owns everything in this damn place. If he was throwing money around he could’ve had Link. But he wanted me. Because he’s my friend. He knows how I work. And I know how much he would value me not making a fuss or a scene. I didn’t help him because he’s an Avery. I did it because he’s my friend, in fact, he used to be more than that,’ she said.

‘You two?’ Daniel said his eyebrows knitting together.

‘Yeah,’ she said quietly.

‘I didn’t know you two used to y’know.’

‘Well that’s all old news,’ she said, ‘but he’s still my friend.’

They fell silent for a moment as Daniel nodded taking in her words. And then without warning, Y/N felt the urge to mention what Jackson had told her before. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t stop herself, ‘in fact he seems to think I’ve got something else going on,’ she said turning away so he couldn’t see her face, ‘he thinks me and you are an item. Isn’t that crazy?’

She chuckled to herself but as she heard nothing in response worry grew inside her and she turned to find him watching her stony-faced.

‘I mean, that’s crazy right?’ she said, ‘Blue?’

‘What do you want me to say?’ he sighed looking away from her.

‘I-’

‘Do you want me to say you’re right? That the idea of us is ludicrous? Or do you want me to tell you something else, something different,’ he said coming towards her. Even hours into his shift he still smelled amazing. He reached out and moved a strand of hair from her face causing a tingle to run down her spine.

‘Blue,’ she whispered, ‘why don’t you just tell me the truth?’

‘Because I don’t know if you want the truth,’ he said simply, ‘but the idea of us…isn’t that crazy to me.’

Before she could respond the doors swooshed open behind them and he broke apart from her watching as the scrub staff filed in, ready to get themselves cleaned up. He smiled at her sadly and left the room.

‘Everything okay?’ Tiffany, a scrub nurse, said to her with concern.

‘Yeah,’ Y/N smiled weakly, ‘I just need to tell him something.’

And with that, she bolted out of the room to find Blue.

#my writing #jackson avery #jackson avery fic #jackson avery x reader #daniel kwan #benson kwan #daniel kwan x reader #benson kwan x reader #daniel kwan fic #benson kwan fic #greys anatomy fic #greys #greys anatomy #a crazy idea

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mangoslixes · 1 year

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hello my darling, hope everything is going well 🧡 ok now let’s talk business: could you give me a list of your 5 top favorite podcast, with a little description and your impressions? Please and thank you I’m super curious 🧡

Hello my love! I'm so sorry for disappearing, I've been drowning in finals season. But I'm finally free and here to talk about podcasts with you!

My current top 5 favourites are:

Arden: A fictional podcast about people making a true crime podcast. And it's modern Shakespearean retellings! I didn't know that bit when I started the show and after a while I connected the dots and it was all so interesting. An investigative journalist gets stuck making a podcast with an ex private detective, and they "hate" each other, so for the better half of the episode initially, it's just them arguing over small things. So if you like enemies to lovers, Shakespeare, true crime and a bite at capitalism with the most weirdest ad breaks I've ever heard, I'd highly recommend.

Mabel: it's a horror podcast, and it's about my favourite trope too, i.e, a fucked up house. It's about a carer leaving messages to her client's estranged granddaughter, Mabel. The narrative is so beautiful and haunting, I love it and the house too! I love the idea of houses that are haunting rather than haunted, abandoned houses rejecting humanity, houses that love or hate you to a destructive degree, houses that give too much to the point that they stifle you, houses that take too much until there's nothing left of you but a forgotten carcass at the mercy of time, just fucked up houses in general.

The Silt Verses: do you like the horror around Gods? Yes, the idea of gods existing is about mercy and humanity and generosity etc etc, but there's also the horror of Gods. Gods that are everywhere, within everything, but they're hungry and they need to be fed, they need to feed. They're always hungry, always starving. Gods whose ideas of generosity and miracles and gifts are so far from our own morals and ideas that it's just monstrous. Gods are everywhere and they're hungry. Good existential horror, makes me feel like this 🧍🏽‍♀️ when I listen to it.

Out of Sight: this!! This one's a bit hard to explain, but it's basically about this supernatural investigator and his partner Lazari. Each episode has a different supernatural mystery but they have Lazari's own troubles connecting them all. It's all about creepy legends, ghosts and two people trying to fix those problems while making a podcast out of it.

The White Vault: See I got attached to all of the characters, and that's what I'd recommend you not do because this is a found-footage style podcast. Now that we've got that covered, it's got five seasons, and I'll tell you how it starts and why it's terrifying. It starts with a repair team being sent to an arctic outpost, where they get stuck and are isolated for a while. Here things go south, because this is a horror podcast, so yes, things go down south incredibly fast. The voice cast is amazing, the sounds are amazing, and the details are gory. Then when we come to season 3, it gets worse, because we realize the monster was the least of our worries. Me and @queridaz lost our minds over this and I've still not finished season 5.

#asks #cat 🌝#podcasts #arden #mabel #the silt verses #the white vault #out of sight #I'm so sorry for the late reply #ive been all over the place and my uni wanted me ded #its been a fun month #but hiii #finally here

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demontruth · 2 months

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Sorry to all my followers. Yes unfortunately I'm going to get harsh, mean, maybe even cruel. I didn't call this Demon truth for no reason. This also why I separated this from my main blog. Politics, particularly politics in the US have become a naughty business. Before for me at least, before Trump become President I was fine to let that naughty business stay in DC and just heard about on the news. But the night of 2016 Presidential election, I with so many others watched in horror as the map of the US turned blood red as state after state went for Trump. A fear I've never felt exploded inside me because I had no idea what was about to happen in our country. I just knew it wouldn't be good. I'm a member of the LGBTQIA+ community and I'm a woman. I remember that night there was a newscaster on national channel that was covering the election results, he was an African-American gentleman when he spoke of the fear he had of the results of a Trump president there was true terror in that man's voice. It's something I never witnessed from a newscaster in my life. It's stuck with to this day.

Because of that and everything that came after. Now the true terror of what the fuck might happen because we're here again. But this time no one seems to taking this shit seriously because so many have forgotten how bad is was when Trump was President. Seen that yes Biden isn't the best-suited, strongest, President we could have or need right now. But he's 1000 times better then a Trump presidency so we, including me have been lulled back to a place of being complacent Americans. Until recently for me because what's happening in Palestine, the fear of Trump getting into the White House again, the war in Ukraine...

So I apologize that any gloves I once had are off I'm bare knuckle boxing here for our democracy, our country, our Constitution, our way of life. Yea our country needs help, but it's not a fascist authoritarian regime under Dictator Trump. I've been telling mostly the void since before 2016 Trump was, is a wannabe Dictator. (He idolizes Dictator all over the world. He fucking love Putin remember!)

The people that support Trump... I've talked to some in real life to try to understand why their on his side. Not the full gone nut jobs, but just normal people. I spoke to this old woman on the bus once. I ask why she supported him, what she told me was insightful for me but also hard to completely understand. Now this woman was in I'd say her late 60s, early 70s so she not pigeonhole under what some think is Trump supporter, she's hispanic, was a teacher (that's how we got to talking actually because she taught at my old elementary school after I went there), had been married, her husband away passed, had 2 sons. I think the only reason she was so forthcoming telling me about her life was that I went to the school she taught at. What she told me was Trump as President for her made her feel safe. And felt he'd make sure older people like herself was taken care of. Just listening to her as we ride the bus, truthfully trying to understand how she could possibly get that from him. In that light I could understand why she'd vote for Trump. But I knew as we all do that it not true not in anyway. There's this complete disconnect from the truth that standing right in front of them. It's so literally like the Wizard of Oz. That MAGA, some Republicans and anyone else that like him and vote for him see him as the Great Wizard, but the rest of have always been able to see the real Trump that's behind the curtain. The con artist, the lair, the criminal, also now the traitor, the wannabe Dictator.

That would ok fine, if Trump hadn't controlled our government and doesn't want to control it again. For me that's where the train goes off the rails. I get angry, I feel the rage coming, I no longer have any, zero patience for anyone that supports him or anyone that has anything to do with him. Because when I say hate Trump I'm not exaggerating in any fashion. I hate him with every fiber of my being!! He could literally destroy democracy as we know it if he get back into the White House!

So yea I'm going to fight and claw and bite and snarl and punch and hit and kick and beat and scream and tear and rip and break noses and be mean and evil and anything if it means Trump loses the election!! I will be as bloody as I need to be (metaphorically).

I will use this to wake people up, to make the undecided, decide because truthfully at this point how can anyone not have decided by now! Make those who shouldn't vote (MAGA) stay the fuck home. Because the Republicans cheat to get votes what does everyone think gerrymandering is about. So about time we do to, by we I mean fucking everyone against Trump. Fuck he bitch enough about the election being rigged anyway.

My point is the time to be nice unfortunately is over. We have to remember how bad the 4 years Trump was President. Yes I thought I could just wipe that from my memories too but nope. The fucking villain in horror movie wasn't dead after all... motherfucker!!!

#to my followers #sorry gloves are off #we gotta defeat Trump

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forthedancingandthethriving · 7 months

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A What-If..

Honestly don't know how I feel about this, I won't even lie. Like I like the writing, but the idea.. idk.

○●○

The abyss never forgets. It will never forget. It spat those five out and then it was forgotten.

Unfortunately for the abyss, it is a thing of pure instinct. It cannot think, it only feels what it feels in the moment.

So many, many years later, it spits out another.

What it spits out is bright, a singular color. A radiant pink.

"Abyssal."

The abyss snarls, and its creation opens its eyes. Two soft pink eyes look downwards as its creation positions its body upright.

"Havoc. Chaos. Destruction."

Its creation's hands clench.

"Cause. Remind the Five."

The abyss doesn't know what's happened to them after it spit them out, but it won't stop until they're back and remembers them.

Its tendrils of darkness hoist Abyssal up to the bottom of the world of code, easily pierces it, and tosses Abyssal into the world.

The abyss retreats, the world repairing, and the thing of instinct is satisfied for now.

○●○

Abyssal doesn't really know what to do when they're placed in the space by their creator. They stand on shaky legs and look around.

Why did the abyss want them to cause those horrible things? Who were the five?

Why did their code feel so heavy, like something was hiding them?

"Oh! Hello!" an excitable voice calls, and they turn around with a jolt.

In front of them lands another. He's obviously a male, with purple hair and eyes. His skin is blue, and he has darker blue freckles. His shoes are blue, and he wears a flowing blue cape with purple lining, which is dark blue underneath. Each end of his cape has a purple star decoration on it, and the bottom of his cape is decorated with a thick dark blue ribbon. His spiky purple collar has a gold star in the middle. Underneath it, he wears a purple shirt and pants.

"I'm Umbra!" He greets them with a smile. "I'm a Moderator of this space you just appeared in. Are you a new Code?"

Abyssal wraps their arms around themselves and nods softly, glancing away.

Umbra frowns softly, and he approaches, gently grabbing Abyss's shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

Abyssal quickly shares their head, trying to form words. After a while, they give up, hanging their head in defeat.

Umbra watches them before he smiles a bit nervously. "Well, uh.. how about I get you something new to wear?" He points to their clothes, and Abyssal looks down, eyes widening at seeing their tattered clothes.

"I'd.. appreciate that.." Abyssal finally speaks, voice soft.

○●○

It's been a while now since Abyssal met Umbra. They quickly rose to the rank of Moderator, just like him, and the two had formed a deep kinship, considering the other their sibling.

Abyssal's outfit was similar to Umbra's. Except, the cape had been modified to a cloak and covered the entirety of their body. However, it couldn't hide the large wings on their back.

"You know, one day, I want to become an Admin." Umbra confesses to Abyssal when the Admin of their space walks away. Abyssal never really liked him. He was too much of a prick. "And I want you to become one with me!"

"An Admin? Of here?" Abyssal asks as the two begin to walk.

"No.. I wanna be an Admin in the Adminspace." Umbra grins. "Some of the best Admins are there, and I wanna work with them!"

"The Adminspace.." Abyssal whispers, looking up. They pause before smiling and looking at Umbra. "We should get to training, then."

Umbra returns the smile before the two race off, both excited at the hope of one day becoming an Admin.

○●○

In all honesty, Abyssal never really expected to ever become an Admin. They thought they'd be a Moderator for the rest of their life. They expected just to be listening to the Admin of their space for the rest of their life.

So when they notice an unusually powerful presence of code in the space, they don't really think anything of it. The Admin of their space was always bringing in more powerful beings to just show off and get on their good side.

Umbra and Abyssal were training once more. Though Abyssal was doing more of the cleanup than usual, with strange efficiency.

From off in the distance, a man with green skin, blue hair, and a ringmaster outfit with the aforementioned colors, tapped the staff he held against the ground.

"Those two." He hummed, glancing at the Admin of the space. "They're Moderators?"

"Oh, yes!" The other nods. "Though why are you wondering, Admin Byte?"

Byte only smiles, tilting his head. "I'd like to meet them."

The other hesitates before nodding, and calling the two Moderators over. They're there quickly, and both seem shocked to see Byte.

"You're..!" Umbra's eyes go wide.

Abyssal only swallows thickly, shuffling in place.

Byte looks them both over before he chuckles. "You two will be coming with me. It looks like Buffer wasn't lying when she saw potential in both of you."

The two Moderators look at each other, mouths agape before they grin, excited.

As Byte turns his head, everyone misses his smirk.

○●○

Abyssal stands amongst the ruin of the old space. Their eyes narrow, seeing the darkness of the abyss below licking at the ruins. Cracks are everywhere.

"Taking too long."

They raise their hand, commands gathering around it.

"Finish-"

The threat has no time to be finished, as Abyssal quickly activates the commands, all traces of the darkness vanishing. The space is quickly cleaned up as well, left barren with no codes.

Yet, anyway.

The Admin stares, a small ache in their chest before they turn and leave.

#admin: abyssal #the abyss #admin: umbra #admin: byte #fanfiction: my writing!#!posts!

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burntotears · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday 🚧

@bekkachaos tagged me last week but I didn't have anything new to share.

I started my first kylex fic though, so I figured I'd share some. Teen Kylex right after the prom fight, Alex goes to the treehouse and Kyle winds up going there too. It's getting longer than I expected because Kyle's attempts at apologizing aren't going well, unsurprisingly.

“I said-” “You wanted to apologize, yeah. For what exactly?”

Kyle looked down at his lap. “How I treated you back then, for one thing. I never cared that you’re gay, Alex. I let them get into my head and I just…” he trailed off and didn’t seem to have anything more to add.

“You’re four years too late. It doesn’t really mean a whole lot now.”

“I know,” Kyle sighed. “But I’d still like to tell you, if you’ll let me.”

What Alex should have told him was to fuck off. He didn’t owe Kyle any of his time—certainly not after tonight—but he couldn’t help being morbidly curious. This was the most Kyle had said to him without being a raging dick and maybe a small part of him still craved that lost friendship. Maybe it always would, no matter the angry persona he tried to use as cover. Alex gave a small nod.

“There were a few times back in freshman year that I thought about going over to your house whenever the guys were being assholes and Mom and Dad were working all the time.” The other boy shrugged out of his suit jacket and leaned back on his hands. “But Dad told me if I wasn’t going to treat you with respect that I shouldn’t talk to you and well… he was right. So I just… didn’t.”

That made Alex laugh bitterly. “Oh, so you thought about me when your actual friends weren’t to your liking. Real nice. So glad I decided to listen to this.” His morbid curiosity was morphing into displeasure.

Kyle didn’t seem fazed by Alex’s snappish attitude. “I thought about you all the time, Alex,” he replied, his voice quiet. It sounded so earnest that Alex wondered if he’d meant to say it out loud at all.

“Heartwarming,” he snapped, for lack of anything better to reply with. Alex found it easier to believe that Kyle had forgotten about his existence their freshman year, because knowing that Kyle remembered him and actively dismissed him hurt even worse than just discarding him and he hated that.

#kylex #kylex fic #kylex wip #roswell new mexico #rnm fic #alex manes #kyle valenti #wip wednesday #(kylex)#(mine)

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forsean · 2 years

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Brain Dead:

I was so willing to make this work,

Would take the rope and I'd tie the knot,

Drive to you and meet you out front,

Take you home, tell you you mean so much.

Bent over backwards to fix this up,

Always used my time dreaming a lot,

About your face or the films we'd watch,

Held my hand whilst sitting on the couch.

But it never worked out.

So I live with a frown.

Am I the circus clown?

Is it time to get over it now?

Well now I feel brain dead,

What is there to think about when I can't think about what you said,

What do I do now that the only boy who liked me left?

Slowly forgetting his last name and forgetting his face,

Just for something to remind me of him again.

I wish it was easy but oh my God it is not,

Remembering his texts too often's a lot

for my dead brain - I think I must be full of rot,

Because I'm just stood here, I can't move on.

I was so willing to make this work,

Would take the dive and mess up landing,

Reread almost-texts and never ever send them,

Worry about how you'd see my word choice,

Call on the phone and listen to your voice.

Couldn't stop myself from acting koy,

So obsessed with your smile cause you're such a cute boy,

Would cry when you took far too long to reply,

I bet you never blinked an eye.

Am I the reason it just died?

Maybe he'll text back some other time?

Well now I feel brain dead,

What is there to think about when I can't think about what you said,

What do I do now that the only boy who liked me left?

Slowly forgetting his last name and forgetting his face,

Just for something to remind me of him again.

I wish it was easy but oh my God it is not,

Remembering his texts too often's a lot

for my dead brain - I think I must be full of rot,

Because I'm just stood here, I can't move on.

I can't seem to move, I'm stuck in one place.

Heart beating rapid, sweat dripping down my face.

As I sit with my eyes buried into my palms,

Greasy hair too short to cover my eyes like a mask,

I hit my hands on the steering wheel,

Why the fuck does this have to be real?

Drive to a place where no one can hear me.

Privacy so that no one can hear my screams,

Somewhere I can only get to in my dreams,

So I go back home, lie in bed, go to sleep.

At least then, maybe my mind can find some peace

in the fact that no ones keeping secrets from me.

That's how it should be.

But now I feel brain dead,

What is there to think about when I can't think about what you said,

What do I do now that the only boy who liked me left?

Slowly forgetting his last name and forgetting his face,

Just for something to remind me of him again.

I wish it was easy but oh my God it is not,

Remembering his texts too often's a lot

for my dead brain - I think I must be full of rot,

Because I'm just stood here, I can't move on.

I'm totally brain dead.

Every move calculated to stop you leaving me,

Unspoken words on the tip of my tongue never speaking,

Didn't know being wanted was just being ghosted,

Held on for too long - you're all that I wanted,

I wish it was easy, but oh my God it's fucking not,

Wondering if I did something, if it was all my fault.

First time in forever someone walked down my street,

Just to walk past my house and quicken their feet.

Now he's running away, I'm a forgotten regret.

What can I do now? I'm just brain dead.

#lgbtq #lyricist #lyrics #lostlyricist #music #gay #musician #sadboi #self esteem #songwriter #songwriting #anxiety #depression #mental health #singing #song #writing #crying #breakup

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levis-little-nuggie · 3 years

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hi! i just saw the post about requests and could you write some fluffy sex headcanons with the brothers? we don't really see stuff like that so i thought i'd ask

Bless you nonny for the request 💜💜 this uh, turned out a lot longer than I had anticipated, probably because I haven't written anything in a good while 😅

Asmo and Belphie will have their own posts 💜

Nsft, obviously, so everything is under the Read More. I made the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as I could. Please let me know if at any point, I was exclusive.

Fluffy Sex Headcanons of the Demon Brothers

(minus Asmo and Belphie)

Lucifer

This man will top or bottom solely dependent upon what you want. Sex with him is moreso about pleasing his partner than just getting off. His preferences are fine tuned to your desires and your body’s limits. Lucifer’s sin feeds off of the immense pride a lover feels when they know you and your body better than you do

He may act cold and aloof in public and in front of others, coming off as stoic and arrogant, but it’s a completely different story behind closed doors.

However you want him, he’ll comply. You’ve done the impossible and captured his heart. Don’t let this old man and his brown shoes fool you, he’ll drown you in passion.

He’ll gladly play the Dom role, but he’ll also gladly be your sub as well.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer him to Dom, you can expect an intensive aftercare routine that would rival Asmo’s. It’s not that he doesn’t like hurting you or pushing you to your limits, he just wants to reward you for being so good for him and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer to Dom yourself, go crazy! While you would be capable of marking and bruising his skin, you can’t physically hurt or break him beyond light scratches. He can break out of whatever restraints you put him, even if they are demon-grade. You would need actual spells to diminish his strength to put him on par with a lower-class demon if you wanted him to actually feel any real pain, but if it’s what you want, he’ll do it. Expect a conversation beforehand about what you want and how he can do that for you. He wants there to be clear communication so he knows how best to serve you in the moments to come.

Sure the sex is fantastic, but he’ll show you how much he loves you in the tender moments after. The afterglow is his favorite part, both of you basking in the remnants of pleasure coursing through you, the physical numbness, and the swell of feel-good chemicals swirling through your bodies. This is when he’ll hold you closest, pepper your skin with kisses unable to stop himself, he’ll play with your hair if you have it, his eyes will be bright, his smile will be unrestrained. He may even start humming a long-forgotten lullaby or your favorite song as he rests his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat in blissful content until one of you decides it’s time to get cleaned up.

No matter how long the day has been, the amount of hours he’s put into all that damn paperwork, he’ll always make time to pamper you after sex. If you prefer to shower alone, he’ll let you go first and have the bed ready with new, clean sheets and clean towels set out for you when you’re done. Prefer to sleep with pajamas? He has a drawer dedicated to your favorite things along with some new ones he bought for you.

Mammon

Ah yes, the tsundere. The dumbass in the streets, dumbass in the sheets. The one who has more hair-brained ideas than he does fingers and toes in one week. One of the greatest banes of Lucifer’s existence.

His push and pull personality might have you questioning the validity of his feelings, but I believe that Mammon wouldn’t be partaking in fluffy sex at all unless he was absolutely smitten.

With how his brothers treat him, he’s reluctant to open his heart to you and fully accept that at some point, you won’t start insulting him either. However, equipped with the sin of greed, Mammon’s completely helpless when you compliment and reassure him.

His standoffish attitude is a front, a feeble attempt to keep up his reputation as “The Great Mammon,” but he’s got himself wrapped around your finger before he even realizes it and that facade would melt away instantly at your smallest of smiles, a kiss on his cheek or back of his hand, a surprise compliment, anything that makes his heart skip a beat.

Of the brothers, he has one of the weakest composers around you mainly because he’s also one of the horniest.

Sex with Mammon can be rushed; a quickie between classes, a broken composure that has him feeling dehydrated for you, a clash of tongues and teech and a burning desire that encompasses both of you until you find release.

However, the sweetest and fluffiest sex with Mammon would be when either of you are feeling emotionally vulnerable.

He’ll treat you like you’re the greatest treasure to have ever existed in all three realms, with a delicacy as if you’re fragile because he knows he can be careless and reckless. He’ll be in his head a lot making sure he’s taking care of you, that you feel good, doing his damndest to keep you satisfied so there’s no room in your heart to doubt him. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep that sparkle in your eye when you look at him, to never lose you and never have to experience the day you realize his brothers have been right all along.

And I mean he’ll do whatever and however. Any wish is his command, but you’ll have more work cut out for you if you suggest the both of you participating in a threesome or more. He wants you all to himself, it’s his greed, but it’s your reassurance and validation that will have him like putty in your hand.

He’s more than okay with both of you falling asleep in your mess, but more often than not, he’ll wait until you’ve dozed off to clean up. In these moments, he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin, like polishing a priceless jewel. His intentions are pure, most of the time, he just likes to wait till you’re asleep so there’s no chance for you to tease him about it. It also allows his greed to soak up your peaceful expression, the way your body reaches out to him after he’s finished cleaning and comes back to curl up next to you.

There’s a secret photo album hidden on his phone filled with pictures of the both of you like this, your lashes against your cheeks, your freckles or sun spots, any blemishes or scars that he’s covered in kisses countless of times, your hand in his and vice versa, memories of how sweet and tender your love is, filled with emotions he struggles to put into words.

Leviathan

It all depends how you play your cards with this one. Teasing him is easy and it’ll get him all flustered, but pair that with his raging horniness and you’ll be walking a fine line between a Dom or sub Levi.

However, if it’s fluffy and sweet sex you want, treat him gently and he’ll return the favor. It’ll take a bit of time and effort to get here, on both your parts, but if you’re willing to put in the work, he’ll make it worth it. Like Mammon, this means sex will be its fluffiest when either both of you or one of you is emotionally vulnerable.

We’ve recently been blessed by the devs on a cannon description of his tail, confirming that it is snake-like with scales. This also means, however, that his tail is sensitive to touch and he has full control of its movements. During a more sweet intimacy, he likes to wrap his tail around a limb, your arm or your leg. It’s only when he’s in Dom or sub mode that he likes to use his tail in a more active manner.

It’s important for him, whether he realizes it or not, that during these moments, that he’s the one touching you, not his tail. If you ask him to use his tail too much during sex, he’ll start to think that you’re only with him because of his tail.

He’ll want to see you even though his room is dimly lit. He also knows his tub bed might not be the most comfortable so he’ll invest in a mattress to put on the floor by the tank, and a few fluffy blankets, from the Ruri-chan line of course, to keep you warm and comfortable so you’ll never want to leave his room, just like him.

He prefers any position that has the two of you lying together, with your face in clear view because he can’t get enough of the faces you make because of the pleasure he’s responsible for making you feel. He’ll be more focused on your voice, your body language, your reactions to reassure him he’s doing something right.

To see your naked skin kissed with the reflection of the water from the tank is his favorite part. He actually got a nosebleed the first time he saw you like that.

Sex with the otaku is a learning experience that requires patience and repetitive reassurance. He’s certain that no one could ever love him, and it’s going to cost a lot of mental energy, and it can be disheartening at times where it seems he’s not made any progress in loving himself at all, but you’ll both also have an opportunity to create something truly beautiful between the two of you. Falling in love with your best friend, and having your feelings returned with all their heart is one of the most beautiful things to ever experience.

Satan

I like to imagine that Satan is akin to that tiger DILF in Zootopia looking at his tablet while on the train, you know, the one who looks like he’ll take good care of you? Listen, during one of his Devilgram stories, the man pitches a tent (like an actual tent, not a boner you guys) and makes both of you cups of hot chocolate. You can pry this hc out of my cold, dead hands.

Sex with Satan is actually more often fluffy and sweet than anyone would assume because he’s the Avatar of Wrath. Just like all the other brothers, Satan is more than his sin. That being said, Satan is still CEO of Angry Sex™ but he’s also more intune to his own feelings than the rest of his brothers.

It’s after his more violent fits of rage that he’s seeking your comfort. It’s difficult for him to come down from his wrath; the worse the fit is, the more broken and twisted he feels. He didn’t like coming to you at first because he knows how mentally draining it can be for a human to deal with someone like that, but you’ve insisted in your endearing and stubborn way that he can and needs to rely on you more. You threatened to find all the sources proving your point for the success of any relationship and he eventually gave in, accepting your kindness and your love.

In turn, he provides you with an arsenal of reading material and spells you can arm yourself with for a plethora of reasons; mainly self-defense against demons, a history of successful and failed attempts to prank Lucifer, as well as guides for subjects in class to help you study.

Unlike his previous brothers, sex with Satan is more about the pleasure you both feel. Of course he’ll still be mindful of your pleasure, but he can also get lost in his own desire. No matter how far gone he is, you know that the moment you utter the safeword, he’ll stop immediately and assess the situation. The safeword is actually a simple spell that he’d found when you two started getting more intimate.

On days he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll dress up for you; a collar with a bell, cat ears, a butt plug with a tail attached. He loves to be your little kitty cat, and will practically foam at the mouth if you ever dressed up like a slutty cat for him, but this doesn’t lead to fluffy smut times.

While he has no issues with PDA, Satan reserves his more soft and fluffy side for when you two are totally alone. He’s proactive in looking up cute date ideas and is the type to go all out turning his bed or his floor into a nest of pillows and blankets, cups of tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer, a variety of little snacks, and turn his wall into a projection screen to watch old-fashioned black and white romance movies.

For Satan, it’s the moments leading up to the sweet intimacy filled with love and adoration that are his favorites. Being the reason your face brightens, tears of happiness well in the corner of your eyes, the way your smile makes his heart stutters, Satan loves showing you how much you mean to him mainly because he knows he’s not the best with words. He could recite any poem of strings of song lyrics, but he believes actions speak louder than words.

He actually prefers for you to have control in these moments; there’s less of a chance he could hurt you and it’s another way to prove his love. He’ll only ever bottom for you. He was reluctant at first, but it’s like you opened his eyes to a whole new world he didn’t know about. He still likes to act like he's a cat and you're his mouse, but he also likes it when you take over and make him bow to your whim. You've gained his trust as well as his heart and he believes that the power dynamic in a relationship should be balanced.

During the most intimate moments, either right after sex or waking up together in the morning after sleeping in, you'll both enter this Cat Speak mode. One of you will start, just a cute little "mrow?" and you'll go back and forth entertaining a semblance of a conversation but without saying anything. There's no actual conversation happening, it's just the two of you making cat noises at each other, giggling and riding the high of this special intimacy specially reserved for these moments of bliss.

Beel

Let’s be honest, 9 times out of 10 your sex with the sixth-born will be fluffy and sweet. He’s like the personified version of a golden retriever. He loves you and has the instinct to want to take care of you. You’re such a small, delicate human, and his brothers love you too so when you’re in Beel’s care, he makes sure you’re satisfied more than just sexually.

Anything you’re willing to give him, he’ll accept wholeheartedly expressing his love and gratitude in the form of huge grins, hugs, a hearty chuckle, and peppering kisses across your face.

Even though he’s not as sexually active as some of his brothers, once you get this big guy started, be prepared to cancel any plans you have for the rest of the day… and also the day after just to be safe. He has the most energy and will keep going until he’s had you against every solid surface in his room, minus Belphie’s furniture of course. Regardless of your size or how you look, he’ll make you feel weightless as he carries you around the room effortlessly

He loves the way you taste, gliding his tongue over your skin like you’re an ice-cream cone that never melts, he’s actually growled a number of times when you tried pulling yourself away from him. His eyes had turned shades darker than normal before you snapped him out of it. He would apologize profusely and kill the mood so as to make sure he’s in the right headspace and you’re okay.

This has only happened a few times, but he still loves to taste every inch of you whenever he has you all to himself. He leaves you covered in hickeys and love bites and even though he’ll apologize, you know he feels absolutely no shame in his brother’s reactions to seeing you covered the next day.

His favorite part is helping you ride out your orgasm with his mouth. He knows he’s more skilled with his mouth anyway and just, the man cannot get enough of you or your taste. Depending on where he’s at when you orgasm, if he’s close, he’ll paint your skin in his release, and then clean up the mess and drag you in for snuggles. If he’s not quite there yet, he’ll assess your energy levels and wait until you’re ready to go again or keep going, depending on who topped or bottomed. He’s all about consent and wants to join you when you’re fully blissed out regardless if he’s finished or not (meaning he’ll deny his own release in order to lie with you).

Aftercare comes almost second nature to him. He’s already carrying you to the bathroom and soaking you off in the shower before you realize it. The warm water and his large hands invade your senses and he urges you to let go, to let him take care of you and it’s like a dream. His calloused hands offer a sort of comforting roughness that keeps you grounded. If you want shower sex, you’ll have to initiate it.

Actually, that’s pretty accurate for Beel. You want sex? You’re either going to have to initiate it or tell him straight out. Poor guy does not take hints well as he is very oblivious.

#like i said #longer than expected 😅#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me Lucifer fluff #obey my Mammon fluff #obey me leviathan fluff #obey me Levi fluff #obey me satan fluff #obey me beel fluff #so many tags #obey me nsft #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff

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shysneeze · 4 years

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i solemnly swear i am up to no good (george weasley x reader)

request: what if one night the golden trio is look at the marauders map that the twins gave Harry and they see the reader and George sneaking around hogwarts and they ask George about it the next day? ~ anon

warnings: yo i don’t even think i swear in this one it’s a miracle, can’t think of anything else but Fred’s dramatics

authors note: this is the best porcastination I have ever tasted (fuck chemistry uno?) anyway, I hope this is what you were looking for anon and thank you for the request <3

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It's a carefully constructed routine, one that George has perfected by now. He's worked out that Lee is always the last to fall asleep, and so the coast is always clear when he begins to snore, that he's safe to slip from his covers and creep down the stairs, by which point the common room is always empty and he's free to leave completely undetected.

He knows the corridors to avoid, the ones with the gossiping portraits and regular prefect patrols. He knows that McGonagall keeps her classroom lit through the night to discourage snooping students and that the ghost will turn a blind eye at most things, unless they're in a particularly bad mood.

He's thought it through perfectly, even if he does say so himself. In fact, he's not had an incident since the first night they met up, when Peeves decided to draw the attention of every sleeping painting in the vicinity, who awoke rather grouchy, and ready to take their complaints straight to Dumbledore until George convinced them he wouldn't let it happen to again.

Now, though, he's sure he's considered everything and he's rather smug with himself when he arrives at the kitchens. (Y/N) smiles at him when he arrives, already perched on one of the counter tops beside two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Still beat ya, Georgie." She grins.

"Right you." He teases. "You have no idea the expedition it is to get here without getting caught."

"Excuses, excus-"

He's kissing her before she can finish, her laughter vibrating against his lips until she recovers from the abruptness of it and is gathering a handful of his jumper and pulling him closer as she does every time.

They've thought of everything to keep it their own, their sacred routine and their special secret. They've eliminated every possible hiccup that could occur, they're sure of it. Everything always goes as plan and their relationship is kept protected in it's own little bubble, the way they like it.

"You're not still obsessing over that map."

The boys by the fireplace jumps at the sound of Hermione's voice, staring wide-eyed as she stands on the bottom of the girl's dorm's staircase with a disappointed frown. Harry clutches the map against his chest, as if it will anyway hide it from her.

"'Mione." Ron exhales. "You gave me a bloody heart attack!"

"What are you doing up?" Harry asks.

"I left my textbook down here." She informs. "You?"

"We're uh, checking to see if Flitwick is still in the hospital wing with the flu." Harry admits shamefully. "So we don't need to the do the homework..."

"Of course you are."

She comes forward with a sigh, dropping into the seat beside them. She can't help but be slightly curious on the matter, even with her already completed homework upstairs. The map is characteristically empty for the time of night, most people's names stationary in their dorms except from the occasional pacing teacher, still up marking, or the prefects on their rounds.

It's what makes the set of footsteps tiptoeing down an empty corridor so noticeable, George Weasley's name so stark on the otherwise empty stretch of enchanted parchment. Hermione frowns at it curiously and points.

"What is George doing?"

"Who knows." Ron shrugs. "Probably just setting up some sort of prank."

Hermione gives him an unconvinced look and drags her finger up to the Gryffindor tower, halting at the boys dorms, where Fred's name lies still where he is sleeping. Ron takes a minute to catch onto the implication.

"Then why is Fred not there either?"

"Maybe he's gone rogue?" Harry suggests.

"I doubt that."

They return to George as his inky footsteps lead further through the castle, looping through hidden corridors and secret passage ways methodically before arriving at the kitchen, where upon realisation, Hermione lets out a chuckle.

"Oh."

"What?" Ron frowns.

"Look who already in the kitchens." She explains.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Ron exhales. "What's he meeting up with her for?"

"Think about it, Ronald." Hermione smiles knowingly.

Ron's brows scrunch in confusion, looking expectantly to Harry, who seems to have already clued himself in and is grinning knowingly. Then his eyes begin to widen with realisation and Hermione nods.

"He can't be- with (Y/N)?" Ron gasps. "No..."

"Seems that way." Harry gives an amused smile.

"That smug git." Ron breathes. "I knew he was hiding something!"

Hermione lets out a soft laugh, soon followed by Harry. Thoughts of Flitwick's whereabouts long forgotten at this new information and it's implications. In the kitchens the pair's names have stilled together, oblivious to the secrets they've spilled.

George sips slowly at his coffee, willing it to make up for his late night with a burst of energy. Even through his tiredness, he's grinning to himself at the memories of the night before. His eyes search for (Y/N)'s across the room, finding them quickly, well practiced in the art of doing so. She’s nursing a cup of coffee in a similar way, and gives a knowing smile before dropping her gaze with a slight shake of her head.

Across the table, Ron watches the exchange with insider knowledge and scowls at his elder brother, a mixture of perplexed and impressed. Harry nudges him warningly, but wears a knowing sort of smirk that George catches from the corner of his eyes and causes him to grow slightly uneasy from.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing." Harry assures, coughing out a laugh. "Nothing, George."

"Alright..."

He attempts to return to his breakfast when he hears Ron snigger, rounding back on them with a frown. Hermione lifts her glass to her lips to hide her smile, only adding to George confusion. Fred's picked up on it too now, watching their little brother and his friends curiously.

"What are you lot so smug about?" Fred asks.

"That's what I'd like to know." George agrees with a frown.

George watches as Ron's eyes drift across the room towards same place as his had a moment ago, to (Y/N). George's jaw slackens ever so slightly, alerting Fred to this new development, also glancing over at the girl. (Y/N) isn't blind to this new attention, lifting her eyes to meet theirs and frowning in concern.

"Shut up." George tells Ron sternly. "Don't say anything."

"What?" Fred frowns. "What are you on about, George?"

George fixes Ron with a glare whilst also trying to figure out how he's come to know this information. He's so sure he'd considered everything, yet his brother is grinning at him like he's just won the lottery for best blackmail material possible.

Then, from the corner of Harry's robes, he recognises the aged parchment that he and Fred gave the boy themselves. He finds himself gulping and his cheeks growing warmer by the second as Harry chuckles at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Fred ask sharply, growing agitated at being left out of the loop. "What has (Y/L/N) got to do with it?"

Ron last two seconds before he's blurting it out despite George's pleading look.

"George met up with (Y/N) in the kitchen's last night."

"Merlin..." George groans.

"What!?" Fred bursts loudly. "You what?"

George groans and drops his head into his hands as Fred stares wide-eyed and betrayed. George should have considered the map, the most damning piece of evidence there could be, that no perfect timing and strategic route planning could save them from.

"You absolute git!" Fred exclaims, punching his twins arms. "You've got yourself a girlfriend and didn't tell me!"

"Ah!" George exclaims, sitting up to rub his arm soothingly. "No need for violence!"

"Uh, yeah there is!" Fred argues. "How long has this been going on?"

"I don't know- a few weeks?" George offers.

"A few week-" Fred gasps. "And Ron knew before me?"

"I didn't exactly plan that." George defends. "Harry's got the bloody map."

"Wow." Fred folds his arms. "You think you know someone."

"Oh come off it, Fred." George groans. "I would've told you eventually."

"Eventually." Fred scoffs. "I'm your brother- your twin! I should have been told the minute it started!"

George runs his finger through his hair with a sigh and gives Fred a sheepish look, although it does nothing to appease his twin's sour look. He's nice enough to feel somewhat guilty for it, even with his brother's dramatics.

"Are you ashamed of your family George?"

That's when George clocks that he's just being a dramatic git. He rolls his eyes at his brother as he starts up with a rant on loyalty and brotherhood, hand on his heart like he's quoting Shakespeare.

"You'll get over it soon enough." George decides flippantly. "We just liked sneaking around."

"That's possibly the most goddamn boring excuse you could come up with." Fred announces disappointedly. "You just ruined my whole thing- I was hoping for something like she thought you were me the whole time and this was actually a case of identity theft."

"Sorry to disappoint." George smirks with a shrug. "But she thinks I'm the better looking twin."

"She's clearly blind."

"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't tell you all." George sighs. "It started as an accident and then we just kind of got used to it."

"Wow, romantic." Fred jokes.

"Shut up." George scoffs. "It's not everyone's idea of a nice date but it's ours and we like it."

Fred smiles quite genuinely at this, the defensiveness in his brother's tone.

"You really like her." He observes. "Huh?"

George's eyes drift unsubtly towards the girl in question, where his smile widens at seeing her with that smile he's so used to feeling on his lips when they kiss. He chuckles to himself before turning back to his brother.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"Then I'm happy for you." Fred decides, clapping his brother's shoulder. "But ever keep anything like this from me again and your twin status is revoked."

"Noted." George grins. "Oh, and Ron?"

Ron gulps at the change in his brother's tone.

"Yeah?"

"I'd be checking your shoes for spiders for a while mate."

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choptop-sawyer · 3 years

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Hi again 😎💫 im here to dig at ur brain again bcs i. M. Aaa sorry i just love ur stuff but. I have this kinda rly specific storyline type hc area and I'd love to hear any hcs you might get from it if its at all jr thing. But um I keep sometimes thinking back to the idea of kinda, vaguely growing up in the same area as the Sawyers, being childhood friends (and being stupid 2gether, running arount the countryside, ditching school & playing in corn fields) -

But then having to leave in your late teens to school / whatever (I mean 😎 my sappy ass also thinks abt mutual pining w Bobby but you know...... nearly unrelated.......)

Then, later on (Bobbys now Chop Top, Nubbins is..... dead I guess but also >:( maybe not, the family is up to being a mess etc) returning to town to take a break from work or whatever. N meeting up w the family again, i mean, oblivious to the bullshit they get up to but.... yk

This is a bit rambly i should probs have waited to sleep but I can't get the thought of returning to the Sawyer door wearing Bobbys tie dye sweatshirt that hr borrowed u years ago and all the impact of being a former family member bc u were also kind of an outsider or whatever but also the drama of leaving so uwu sksjd

This got so long. All i wanted to ask is: sawyer family headcanons for a childhood friend returning to town after being away for years. Rip.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS god I love the image too of just standing in the doorway,, you're not home, you've changed a little bit, but you still fit into some of the old aspects you know so well they fit you and cover you.

Actually this is great because that fic that I swear exists has pretty much the same premise but!!! I can make this one less tragic than that one. 😎

(This is mostly Chop Top n you centric please don't mind)

Also this timeline is all fucky. I think that as soon as Chop came home from Vietnam the Sawyers had basically uprooted themselves and were living in North Texas because of the... Hardesty incident. But like can we pretend that that never happened they r still there in Newt? Just for this. (Hope you like it!)

Chop Top's Childhood Friend Returns

You don't think you would have turned out the way you did without the Sawyers.

They were the main element of your childhood, a mystery that you had to be a part of. A mystery, because they were closed off. Mistrustful. The sickness of small towns carried to the extreme, because they were mostly alone. The loneliness made them more miserable, the misery made them more isolated. A cycle, a legacy.

So it was a a miracle that you were even allowed to be apart of some of it, but you attribute that miracle to Bobby.

He seemed to think you were as much of mystery as what you thought the Sawyers were. Two kids looking through a small window into another world. But he liked that. He liked that you were something different, something new. From beyond that small world of loneliness that lived in the house.

You learned quickly that he had a desire for anything beyond that world. So he'd invite you out with him, when you were kids, to run free in the tall grass, when you got older, to drive with him to places unknown. He had a knack for finding these odd places, and he always brought you along with the music cranked up loud on the radio.

Bobby told you many times that he wanted to see the world. He had this lust for life that went beyond the restlessness of the young. He also said that he wanted to bring you along with him when he saw the world. You didn't ever mention how that always made your heart skip a beat when he said that.

Maybe you should have. But the past is the past and you can't change that.

You knew the other Sawyers too, but Bobby tended to avoid them sometimes. But occasionally, you got to hang out with them.

Nubbins was an enigma. You didn't think Nubbins was his real name. But that's the only one you heard from him, but the name situation was the least confusing thing. He was the most open person you knew. And yet you couldn't understand him, and decided at some point that you wouldn't ever. But he was fun. His energy was infectious, if he was filled with joy, you couldn't help but laugh with him too. That was Nubbins, so absent of any purposeful deceit that he was almost a mirror, you saw yourself around him, sometimes it was uncomfortable, but other times it was fun.

Bubba was the opposite. He seemed to be legitimately wary of you. Bobby once told you that Bubba didn't like to leave the house, ever. He stayed and did the chores. You wondered if he minded, being stuck with all the chores but Bobby said he didn't. It was comforting for him. Always having something set to do. You only saw him once. Nubbins had made him tag along when he needed him to hang some things from a tree. Bones from indeterminate animals, a clock with a nail through it. You don't think Nubbins actually needed Bubba to reach the branches (he climbed pretty well) but he just wanted his little brother to see his work. Bubba didn't make eye contact with you the entire time. He was wholly focused on his task of helping Nubbins. But he was gentle when he helped his brother, careful, and for that you liked him.

Drayton was... well. He was the one Bobby argued with the most. He was his brother, but with how much age between the two, it was almost hard to believe sometimes. Drayton was the one that everybody in Newt knew the most. People liked him well enough, but they said he was odd behind his back. He knew that. You don't think he trusted anything outside the insular world he and his family had existed in for years, and was at odds with Bobby because he didn't get why Bobby wanted anything to do with the world outside.

Oftentimes you would see Bobby after he and Drayton got into it. He'd be fuming, but he'd smile when he saw you. You'd leave with him whenever he came to you. These adventures were the most fun you had when you were there.

The other times you'd go off were when he'd convince you to skip school. Bobby never went himself. He didn't get the idea of all those kids sitting in classrooms for hours, doing nothing but writing and listening. Why do that when you can find things out for yourself? Get into some trouble? In his mind, he was saving you from a very boring thing.

You two knew the area around Newt well. The fields and the flat expanses were the best kind of playground. Your dreams were still set in them. A kind of sunshine filled melancholy.

Bobby told you things in the grass. His dreams yes, but his own thoughts. On music, on late night radio, on movies, on you. He perhaps thought of you as wonderful as voices on the radio, stars on the screen. He never told you that though. But your name was never far from his mouth when Bobby talked about the things he loved.

You and him loved each other as much as two kids who didn't know how to could. He was always on your mind now, with not much tangible objects to remember him with. A photograph taken by Nubbins, your faces blurred because you were laughing. A button, the pin on the back bent. A sweatshirt, which he tie dyed himself, and gave to you one night. The colors were faded. You never did get to return it.

The years away did nothing to lessen thoughts of him. No, they just blurred all together now, and the stream of the sunshine filled melancholy was almost endless. You needed a break. There was only one place you could think of that could help you with that.

So you came back. All things led back to this place eventually. Newt was dying, or dead. Didn't you see somewhere that when a ship went down, it took everything with it? You didn't want to stay for long. But you had to see all of them, you had to know that they were all not these strange figures you had dreamt up.

You went right to the house. You'd never actually been allowed inside, Bobby just always said something along the lines of 'Grandma and Grandpa are napping upstairs' or 'there's a mess' (never mind that he could care less usually about messes.) But you figured he had had a good reason. Maybe he was embarrassed.

When you knocked on the door, your heart was pounding. And that was all. Nothing happened, no indication that anyone was there. You waited, the sweatshirt was too hot but you didn't want to take it off.

Maybe you should come back another time. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door burst open, almost whacking you in the face. And there (you couldn't believe your eyes you couldn't this was a dream) he was.

Bobby had a hammer raised over his head, grinning, he was poised to swing it down, but then he saw you and he felt as if he was in a dream too.

It's been so long. He thought he made you up, a dream to carry him through misery, and you looked the part, even as you stood before him on the doorway. The light of the setting sun shone behind you, heat waves shimmered in the dusk, and you... you.

Facing each other, you stood, just staring. Over head the sky grew colorful, in the fields the grass whispered in the wind. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Bobby dropped the hammer and grabbed for your face, and he held it, fingers digging in so tight it hurt.

"H-hey you." He said, and fell to his knees, releasing your face. You numbly touched the marks his fingers left. Bobby still looked like a man who had seen a ghost.

You called his name, and his eyes looked lost, like he hadn't heard it in a long time. He looked up at you, and you could really get a good look at him. His face was leaner, he looked sickly and wiry, but his eyes were just as you remembered. You sank down to the porch to sit with him.

"Fuck... FUCK I didn't... I- I thought ya'd forgotten all about me... uh.. uhm. Fuck! I mean, r-really! Turnin' up out of the blue like you're some kinda... ghost or whatever... WHOA man... like, ya here to return m-my, my sweatshirt? You're wearin' it, you can keep it! You look better in it anyway... heh, fuck." He rambled on and on, hands tensing and twitching as if they were moving to touch you again, just to reaffirm your existence. Did he know how glad you were to see him? Did he know that you hadn't felt right for the longest time being away?

You forgot all about the sweatshirt, the hammer he had raised with a sadistic grin. You reached out and held one of his twitching hands, and he stilled and stopped talking. There was a peace now.

It didn't seem possible for your heart to feel this full. But it was. And by god, if this wasn't the best decision you made in your life to visit your old hometown, if only just for this moment.

Bobby stood, with your hand still in his, pulling you up. He smiled at you, and you knew you still loved him, and in your deepest heart, you knew he loved you too.

But this time around, maybe you and him could love each other right.

#tcm #texas chainsaw #chop top #chop top sawyer #chop top sawyer x reader #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #slashers #slasher x reader #my writing #chop top x reader #choptop sawyer

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floralfloyd · 2 years

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Sentimental Journey

This is a little something I wrote for @mercurygray 's Blind Dates Event. It really gave me the chance to play around with an idea for an OC I've had in my head for a while now. I hope you all like it and I hope to write more for and about Ellis in the future! Enjoy!

The atmosphere was set with smoke as a big brass band played everything from Glenn Miller to Vera Lynn. It was a wonder on just how much cigarettes it took to create the screen that cloaked the dance hall, some wisps curling as they left the lips of its creator's others swirled before creating one big blanket in the air.

Forest Green shoes tapped along with the beat, she had always loved ‘Tampico’, its upbeat tempo and fun lyrics were always something to make people smile, especially in the desperate times of war. As a dainty hand grasped the glass of sherry that lay almost forgotten in front of her, Ellis couldn't help but imagine June Christy singing along.

Every Friday night, Ellis White caught the 18:30 bus from Aldbourne to nearby Swindon. She loved the dance hall, it was frequent for the brunette before war broke out to go dancing with her lover but after he had been shipped out to fight in Dunkirk, Ellis sent him a dear John letter. The young Land Girl's heart had been broken the moment she had found out he had been seeing others behind her back.

Tonight was busier than usual, the hall tightly packed like a tin of Sardines. The American's had arrived in all their triumph, fighting fit and ready to join the war. Her tiny village became overrun as men were billeted with locals, including her own though, she couldn't deny it was nice to have some company each evening at dinner.

Local girls had clung themselves to the arms of any GI that so much as asked them to dance, local boys since long forgotten.

The frosted glass raised to her Ruby red lips gave all but a sip of the liquid before she had realized it was empty. Standing, she pushed her way through the crowd toward the bar at the back. Her small stature made it harder for her to be seen but only made the girl more determined to get past.

Hiking herself onto the barstool, Ellis swung her legs around so she could face the bar. The skirt of her apple green dress swished as she did so. It was a contrast to her dirt-covered overalls and Wellington boots she wore day in, day out when working in the fields.

"A half measure of sherry, please Michael" she spoke to the barman as he stood before her. Ellis had been so many times that she knew the staff all by first names.

Her attention turned to the band as they started playing Doris Day's 'Sentimental Journey', a slower song than the one they played before. Ellis had always loved the song, it was sweet but whenever it came on, she was forever left to listen not dance.

A tap on her shoulder brought her from her thoughts. Stood before her was the most breath-taking man she had ever seen, brown eyes that held both an intriguing glint and cheeky mirth, framed by floppy brown hair that was just dying for hands to be run through.

No. Stop it, Ellis. She thought as she shook herself from her thoughts before she raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at the soldier before her, urging him to speak.

"What's a pretty bird like you doing all alone in a joint like this?" The man before her asked as he spoke a little louder so he could be heard over the music.

Bird? Last she checked she didn't have wings. These Yanks certainly had a way with words.

"You sure do know how to charm a girl, soldier. I just happen to be without a dance partner, so I thought I'd enjoy some quality alcohol and the music that comes with" Her voice was soft, like cotton candy but with an added rasp from the years of smoking cigarettes.

It seemed her words had definitely been what the doe-eyed GI was wanting to hear as he offered Ellis his khaki-clad arm and sweet smile.

"Well, we wouldn't want such a pretty gal to miss out on one of the best dances of the night. Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?"

She couldn't deny, he was smooth, very smooth, not just with his words but with the way he would flirt. Her cheeks were sure to be the same color as her lips and with a nod, she was being pulled towards the wooden dance floor.

"May I get the name of the Fred Astaire who has just swept me off my feet?" Ellis asked as swayed gently to the song, letting herself be lead to the beat, her crystal eyes never leaving the deep brown eyes of her suitor.

She was suddenly dipped towards the floor, her grasp tightly on the jacket of the smirking man above her.

"George, George Luz" his voice matched her previous softness before he placed a soft kiss upon her rosy lips.

Pairing: George Luz x Ellis White (OFC)

Word Count: 833 Words

Notes: A little drabble introducing Ellis to the world. If anyone would like to be added to my Band of Brothers writing taglist, let me know. Also, my requests are open for business.

#george luz #blind date oc prompt #Ellis White #band of brothers oc #George luz x ofc #band of brothers #rick gomez

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jbreenr · 3 years

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Déjà Vu –Bucky Barnes.

Summary: You and Bucky keep having those kinds of encounters and none of you know how.

Warning: poorly written smut (if you're under 18 please, don't read), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), alcohol, a bit of swearing, i think that's it.

Word count: almost 4k.

A/N: so, this is the first imagine i post here and it also is the first one in english (not my first language) so don't be too hard on me, i tried my best. lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthography mistakes are all my fault. corrections, feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Inspired by Déjà Vu –Voilà.

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You weren't sure how it happened, let alone how it all started, but here you were, legs tangled in bed sheets that were not yours, head resting on a pillow that was not yours, the air smelling like a cologne that certainly was not yours, and a strong and now partially warm metal arm wrapped around your waist.

Trying to turn to face the owner of said arm seemed to be the most difficult mission you ever had due to the buzz in your head that made you stop for a second so the room would stop spinning before your eyes.

You knew the headache was going to be bad, except you did not think this bad.

The first clear memory of last night popping in your head: you asking Sam to hand you the fifty dollars of the bet. Of course you were able to drink all those shots and stay on your feet for the rest of the party.

It had started boring as usual. Not that the music was bad or too low, but the fact that you had to attend every single party Tony hosted should be considered torture. You only wanted to go to bed, for God's sake!

The dance floor was full of people, the sofas were all occupied and the bar was not the exception; two bartenders were not enough to keep everyone happy with a drink on their hand.

Still, you managed to have one the whole time you were there and by the time you were taking your ninth shot, you started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe, it was the way you sat up too fast and turned on your heels with a specific destination: the improvised dance floor.

If you were staying, at least you'd make sure it was worth it.

Taking Sam's hand (the one that was not filling your cup with tequila again) and putting the money inside your bra, you tried to guide him to the center of the dance floor but, considering the big amount of people trying to do the same, you decided you'd be dancing somewhere near the sofas where Steve and Nat were sitting, talking.

Your dance moves were all innocent, even ridiculous; arms and hips moving to the beat of the song in a synchronized rhythm, changing your weight from foot to foot slightly to give the illusion of a real choreography, Sam doing the same in front of you.

Laughing at your own movements, you jumped turning to the left, trying to recreate La Macarena –or your version of it– when you saw him.

Dark long hair tied up in a small ponytail brushing the back of his neck, a pair of shorter locks falling to the sides of his face, framing it perfectly; black suit trousers so tight on his legs that you were sure they were going to break at any moment; light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up his elbows, making him look thicker than usual; vibrant blue eyes sparking like reflectors from where he was sitting; flesh hand playing with a glass of what seemed to be whiskey; vibranium arm with thin golden lines caressing a blonde's tight…

You snapped out of your trance only to evaporate the sweat in your body with the rush of hot anger that ran all the way from your toes to your ears.

Why were you angry? You had no idea. You only knew that it was unacceptable. He could not do that. Not in front of you.

It was until you took a wrong step back almost falling on your ass that you noticed you had stopped dancing. Sam's hand wrapped around your arm to keep you from actually falling. Steadying yourself, you cursed yourself for listening to Nat when she said that you'd look amazing in those high heels. Who would pay attention to your shoes when you were wearing a freaking black strapless dress that did little to cover your body?

The answer was looking right at you, sitting in an armchair next to that beautiful woman, who was talking about something he had lost interest moments ago when his eyes finally met your figure from a far, now traveling down your legs to lock his gaze on your heels.

Even from where you were standing you could see his jaw clenching and his hand forming a fist, the hand that was not tapping the blonde's leg. His drink, now forgotten on the table in front of him.

“You alright?” Sam's question was followed by his hand leaving your arm. You turned to him.

That's when you had the idea. Probably, the worst and best idea you had ever had.

“Yeah,” you said nodding. “We were in the middle of something, right?” The innocent look you gave him made him follow the game.

“We were, indeed.”

“Let's keep doing it, then.” The smirk on your lips, making Sam raise his right eyebrow in confusion.

And it felt as if the universe wanted it to happen, as if the Gods wanted to know what was next because just as you turned again, softly slamming your back to Sam's chest and started swinging your hips against him, the electronic music changed to a song you knew would help you with what you had planned.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Sam's laughter rumbled in your ear as you swayed.

“Just dance, Falcon. Have some fun.”

Raising your arms, you gave him permission to place his hands on your hips, which he did hesitant at first. But when he understood (or at least, he thought) that you were only enjoying the music, his grip on you became stronger and more confident. After all, most people around you were dancing the same way.

Opening your eyes, you tried to find the super soldier but in vain. The sofa he and his friend had been sitting on was now occupied by other people and you could only imagine one reason.

The song was coming to an end and you turned again to face Sam, who was smiling at you.

“It was a pleasure to dance with you, but right now, I need to go dust my nose.” You said in a false cordial voice and bowed with exaggeration, placing your hand in the cleavage of your dress.

“Those drinks are making their work already? Ouch!” he complained when you hit him in the shoulder. “The pleasure was mine.” He bowed back and walked to the other side of the dance floor, easily finding another partner to spend the rest of the party with.

You didn't need to go to the bathroom. Not really. That was only the excuse you gave to finally head to your room and take off that dress and heels that were killing you.

You hadn't taken three steps out of the party when you felt a hand close on your arm and drag you up the stairs.

In all honesty, if his grip wasn't that firm, you could have fallen on your knees more than once on your way to where the bedrooms were.

Only when the door was closed behind you was when you noticed you were not in your room. The bed was perfectly done and the nightstand didn't have your current reading on it. You were in Bucky's room.

Blurry memories of previous visits filled your head like flashing lights: your hands tightly clutched around the headboard, your feet slipping from the edge of the bed, your back pressed against the wall, your knees and elbows buried in the mattress. It felt like you'd been there a thousand times before.

Bucky wandered around the room like a lion inside a jail, his steps heavy against the floor and his hands trying to pull back the hair tickling his cheeks.

With a loud sigh, he finally turned and almost ran in your direction. The look in his eyes was something you've seen somewhere before.

“Wha-- what the fuck you think you were doing back there?” His question took you by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. It had been your main goal all the time.

“'Doing' what? What do you mean?” You decided that playing dumb was the best way to get on his nerves and apparently, it was working.

The super soldier bit the inside of his cheek trying to keep his composure. He was not having any of it.

“Don't try and act all innocent, as if you didn't know you were practically offering yourself to Sam with that stupid dance of yours.”

“I'm surprised you even noticed,” Taking a step ahead, you shortened the distance between you two. You knew he wouldn't find you intimidating, but at least he'd know you weren't afraid of him. “when you were too busy lifting the little skirt of that girl up her legs.”

His eyes darkened and he took a step closer, his face staying only a few inches from yours.

“'Little skirt', uh? What about this pathetic attempt of a dress?” His hands traveled from the sides of your breasts to your hips and stopped at the hem of the dress (that was too short for your liking, but you weren't going to tell him so).

“Sam seemed to like it.”

Faster than you thought was possible, he gripped the hem and drew you towards him, making your smaller form crash against him, your lips barely touching his while he leaned to be at your height.

“Do I look like I care about what he likes? Not even you care about it.” His grip on the dress had softened unconsciously. “I know all you wanted to do was to make me all bothered, except you did not think I'd fix that with someone else, someone better.”

With all your strength, you pushed him back by his chest –which only caused him to take three steps back of pure shock– and your right hand landed on his face with a SMACK!

If his eyes were dark before, now they were on fire. Anger and something else that you couldn't decipher radiated from his pupils.

“Fuck you, Barnes.” Your voice, nothing but poison.

Bucky started to shorten the distance again and you didn't know what to expect: Him yelling at you? A punch? Both? Either way, you were prepared for anything.

Or so you thought.

His metal hand took you by the waist pressing your bodies together and his flesh hand traveled to the back of your head to push your face to his in a hungry kiss.

At first, you were surprised. That was not the kind of smack you were wanting for. Not that you were complaining.

His tongue wanted to make its way inside your mouth but you wouldn't open it, so he took a handful of your hair and pulled, making you whine at the feeling and finally parting your lips just enough for him to do as he pleased.

You tried to resist, how much you wanted to but oh, if it was impossible. So you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

The familiar sensation in your lower belly and the way your legs trembled told you that you were fucked and before you knew it, you were gasping for air. Seemingly, you had forgotten how to breathe while Bucky's lips devoured yours in such a feral way.

With a quick movement, Bucky let go of your hip and hair and his hands went directly to the back of your thighs, indicating you to jump and cross your feet on his lower back, which you did gracefully despite the amount of alcohol in your system.

At no point your lips separated, not that any of your wanted them to.

Your hands intertwined in the back of his neck and pulled his hair softly making him groan in your mouth. It was not difficult to get rid of the hair tie, and once it was gone, Bucky's hair fell to the sides, brushing your face.

Bucky moved to the bed and sat on it, keeping you on his lap, straddling him. His hands moved all along your legs, just the way you imagined he did with his friendly friend back in the party and your blood boiled.

Pulling his hair again, but with more strength this time, you separated his face from yours, looking into his eyes with what he interpreted as disgust.

“Really think that Barbie is better than me?” you asked, your heavy breathing causing your breast to rise ang go down rapidly.

Bucky smirked, clearly enjoying the view of you asking such a thing. “You know I don't, doll. Just gotta make sure you don't forget I'm better than him.”

Having said that, the sound of a zipper opening was audible and soon the cold air of the room hit your back.

You recognized the feeling of Bucky's hands traveling from your thighs to your waist under the dress, to end up pulling it off of your body and tossing it across the room. It, falling right in the same spot they always did. Your lips, only separated when you rose your arms to take off the dress.

It was Bucky's turn to pull away, eyes glued to your bra. Its intense red color was driving him crazy, but not as much as the thong, which was far from being a proper piece of underwear, covering your drenching cunt.

With a quick movement, Bucky undid your bra, letting it fall past the bed with the fifty dollars slipping right after. And as if you didn't feel too exposed already, his hands ripped the thin sides of your remaining clothing, dragging it from behind, causing the fabric to rub against your clit roughly. You closed your eyes when a moan escaped your lips.

The sound of the fabric tearing apart bringing a memory of that night you were feeling waisted.

“Hey! Those were my favorite!” you had said right after he ripped your baby pink lace panties.

“Not anymore.”

Bucky's lips traveled from your jaw to your neck, finding that spot that had you trembling in his lap.

Deciding he was wearing too much clothes, your hands found their way from his still covered shoulders to his chest, looking for the first button, willing to unfasten it but once you realized it was going to be a more difficult task than you had expected, you decided to give him a payback for what he did a few weeks before.

Grabbing the shirt tightly, you pulled it, causing the buttons to fly out in all directions, clacking against the walls and floor.

“Are you kidding?” Bucky's mouth was no longer on you. “It was really expensive!” His eyes, telling you he wasn't lying. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Not anymore.”

A knowing look took over his face. He also remembered.

“Nice one, doll. Let's see what else we can reprise from that day.”

Taking you by your ass and making you gasp, he stood up and turned to the bed, throwing you into the center of the soft mattress the second he was fully facing it. You felt small compared to him, his big frame taking off the now useless shirt obstructing the view of the rest of the room for you.

Watching him undo his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers at the same time was too much for you to witness. You closed your legs trying to relieve the sensation between them.

“No, doll. Don't do that, that's why I'm here.”

His palms massaged your ankles, both flesh and metal hands cold, taking off your heels.

His delicate touch was killing you, you wanted him to go higher, to go faster, to touch you where you needed him the most.

And it was as if he read your mind. His face lowered to rub his nose against your left leg, placing a kiss in your ankle and traveling up your thigh with his chin rubbing your skin. His facial hair tickled you but you didn't mind. You liked the feeling.

His face was at the height of your core and he knew by the way you buckled your hips that you were soaked. He didn't need to check to be sure, he could smell it.

Wet kisses and purple hickeys adorned your stomach by the time his mouth reached your breasts. One, he massaged with his metal hand, the coldness provoking goosebumps to run all over your body. The other was being attacked by his tongue and sucking lips.

When his teeth bit your nipple, your back arched and one of your legs slightly raised having minimal contact with Bucky's hard dick. The pressure of your chest against Bucky's mouth, muffled a groan coming from his throat.

With a soft pop he released your tit. “You know?” he asked, opening your legs and positioning himself between them. “As much as I'd love to take my sweet time with you, I can't wait to fuck you into oblivion.”

His tip was leaking precum already, you swore you saw his member twitch the second you bit your lower lip.

He started teasing you, rubbing his shaft from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, coating himself with your juices.

“For God's sake, Barnes, just do it!”

That was everything he needed to hear to finally enter you, stretching you out with his hardness without any warning.

A loud scream was swallowed by Bucky's lips when he leaned to kiss you. Tongues fighting for dominance in a heated battle.

His vibranium hand had yours pinned above your head, immobilizing them and keeping you from moving, from touching him. Flesh hand next to your head, preventing his full weight from crashing you.

Seconds passed until he felt your body adapting and accepting the new intruder, that's when he began to move, a slow pace at first, it felt like he wanted to make sure you were really there, too caught up in the painful pleasure he was feeling.

He separated from your face, enjoying the moment, you were just fascinated looking at his expression.

When a particular deep trust hit your g spot, the moan that left your mouth brought Bucky back to reality. His eyes opened in a snap and what you saw in them made you want to run away from that room and to stay under him forever at the same time.

Lust and hunger danced on his eyes, fire and need distilling from his pores.

The concentration look in Bucky's face gave you the second best idea of the night.

“C'mon, Barnes.” Containing a cry, you murmured. “I know you can do better.” Saying that you knew was more of an affirmation than a comment in the heat of the moment.

An arrogant smile drawn on Bucky's lips was followed by him quickening his pace. His now warm metal hand let go of yours to take control over your hips that were bucking up to meet his, accompanied with the hoarse sounds coming out of your mouth. He pinned you down with his fingers buried in your flesh, surely leaving some dark bruises to remember his excellent performance.

One of your hands flew back, trying to hold onto something for dear life while the other scratched, with black painted nails, Bucky's back. Meanwhile, he kept pounding you harder with each trust.

“You like it, baby girl? Bet Sam can't do it as good.” His words were dry, forcefully said along with one of his hands finding you where your bodies connected and pressing your clit roughly to prove a point.

It was talking all of you to find a coherent sentence to give as an answer. The way his body slammed yours, creating a delicious clapping sound, having your full attention.

“Wouldn't be so sure about that.” You almost whispered in a voice you didn't recognize as yours.

“Really?” One particular deep trust hit that sweet spot again making you arch your back and clench around him. A high pitched sound leaving your lips and a low groan leaving his. “Cause, from where I see it, it is me who's giving you the time of your life.”

He repeated the action again and again. Your breasts bounced up every time your bodies collided.

“Fuck.” Bucky's lips kissed your shoulder, his breath made you shiver and the feeling of his teeth grazing your hot skin causing a new memory to pop in your brain.

“God, you're perfect.” His hands squished your butt cheeks and moved you up and down to keep you riding him.

“Is that what you say to all the girls you get laid with?” You rolled your hips, challenging him to tell you.

“I've only said that to you, doll.” His words muffled in your neck followed by an assault of bites and dark marks.

He resumed the movement of his fingers against your clit, faster and applying more pressure this time.

“Ugh, just like that, yeeees!” A single tear of ecstasy fell from your eye, ruining the white pillowcase with the smallest stain of eyeliner.

As pleasure took over your body, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your mouth parted and let a sinful groan fall from it when your orgasm finally hit you.

“Yes, baby girl, cum for me.”

Your clenching walls enveloped him so tight that his movements faltered for a second. He quickened the pace, riding you out of your release and spilling inside you, coating you with his seed.

An experimental trust before he pulled out of you made you cry out. Both your juices and his cum dripping in the now ruined bed.

Bucky rolled to his side and pulled you closer to him, embracing you in a hug. Your breathing, slowly returning to normal.

“Damn, we're gonna regret this in the morning.” You affirmed half asleep, resting your head on Bucky's chest.

Your head position didn't let you see Bucky's sad smile. “Yeah, we will.”

Once you turned your whole body to Bucky you couldn't hide the confused look that took over your face. You didn't remember how you got there, let alone why you were there. Why was it happening to you again?

Watching him like that, so peaceful, it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do.

“My God, Barnes, let go of me!” you said loud enough to make him open a lazy eye trying to focus on you, the sound of your own voice increasing the pain in your head.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice did things to you in ways it shouldn't.

“That's an excellent question. I'd like to know the answer too.”

He sat, the sheet falling from his shoulders to where his public hair started. Immediately, you turned to the ceiling.

“Last thing I remember is you dancing that silly Friends routine with Sam and then… a smell of coconut.” That was the scent of your body wash.

You knew you were naked, except your brain didn't process what that meant until then.

“Ugh, not again.” You covered your face with your hands, trying to keep the sheets at the height of your chest with your arms to cover it as much as possible. “This can't keep happening.”

“Why not?” His question was followed by a yawning. “It is always good to wake up to your back pressed against me.”

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