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kingofbodyrolls · 5 months

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BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night.

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally.

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 3 months

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DAY 14 - «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute for @blairamok

Part 2/3: "Fallen Serpent" Crowley

Please, listen to this

Race

Life's a race

And I am gonna win

Yes, I am gonna win

And I'll light the fuse

And I'll never lose

And I choose to survive

Whatever it takes

You won't pull ahead

I'll keep up the pace

And I'll reveal my strength

To the whole human race

Yes, I am prepared

To stay alive

I won't forgive, the vengeance is mine

And I won't give in

Because I choose to thrive

Yeah, I'm gonna win!

Race

It's a race

And I'm gonna win!

Tomorrow, they will be together for the Grand Finale... See you there! ;-)

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↓Come on, check the behind-the-scenes!↓

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges.

Tribute Time, so I threw the timer away, lol :-p. As for my Fallen Angel Aziraphale (link), I spent more or less 3 hours on the lineart, plus 1h30 on the colouring/shading.

Crowley, as my « Fallen Serpent ».

“On Thin Ice”'s author Blairamok describes the Cantilevers figure as « one of the biggest fuck yous to physics », and so one of Crowley’s signature moves. As I was searching drawing references about this amazing figure, I found a lot of ways to perform it, all beautiful and impressive. I finally chose this particular one (I am sorry I don’t know the original performer’s name on the picture I used, but to me he seemed so powerful, yet relaxed and happy on the picture, so I couldn’t resist). Though I had to slightly re-adapt the figure to Crowley who is taller, thinner and maybe even more flexible (ssssnaky, duh).

I had so much fun re-thinking his clothes for my sketch. I used the scrumptious💕 black and red « Serpent » clothing that Blairamok created, and I added my own « signature move » : wings – or, well, feathers. As Crowley is THE Fallen Angel here, the feathers are slightly burnt, some of them almost torn apart. They cover his shoulder blades, then spread out as a unique short and damaged wing at the back of his right shoulder, go down on his right flank, then cross his back as they slightly go embracing his left hip. The Red Serpent Pattern is quite the same as Blair’s clothing, but it still continues on his leg and circles his right ankle like a leg shackle.

I am particularly proud of Crowley’s eye and expression. Remember? I dearly wanted Crowley sharing a glance with Aziraphale while he was doing his Cantilevers, and Aziraphale was supposed to glance back to him. I had to give up on this idea later – because the figure I chose for Aziraphale definitely couldn’t allow such a shared glance. (but wait for the third part of this triptyque, it will be posted tomorrow!)

So, my Crowley still has this ethereal, strangely happy, almost enthralled expression. It kind of represents my own interpretation of the Cantilevers figure : it’s a proof of complete trust, in yourself, in your skills, in your art and your environment. And I like to imagine that if Crowley is able to have such confidence in himself, then maybe he can and will trust his partner Aziraphale with quite the same strength.

Thanks for reading! See you tomorrow for the third part - our Ineffable Partners will be toghether, finally! (aaaand they will be not talking but whatever the acting will speak for them)

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amberlynnmurdock · 1 month

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The Good In You (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dex keeps his distance like he was ordered to, but not so far he can't keep an eye on her.

Genres/Warnings: small self inflicted wound (literally a paper cut lol), fluff, angst

Words: 2.6k

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Dex sat quietly at his desk, an untouched cup of black coffee in front of him, the screen of his computer buzzing in the silence of the office. No one ever came to the office as early as he did. It wasn’t a requirement to come in early—Dex just couldn’t find it in himself to sleep. He rubbed his eyes and adjusted himself in the uncomfortable office chair. Only a few other people were at the Bureau this early, and she wasn’t one of them.

Down the hall, just on the right side, was her exam room. Her name was posted on the outside of the door with the title “In House Nurse” underneath. Dex had been keeping a close eye on her recently after the events at the bar unfolded. A comfortable distance, hidden in plain sight. He mostly paid attention whenever he saw someone enter her room—especially if it was Beckett.

He gripped his pencil a little tighter and stiffened in his seat whenever he saw Beckett walk by. Hattley had ordered Dex, in private, to keep his distance from Beckett, as a way to keep the peace in the office. Dex wanted to scoff at her right there—since when was he the problem? Beckett was the one who paraded around like he owned the Bureau, paraded around like no one could not like him. But it was Dex who had to keep his distance?

Sure.

So Dex did as he was told—kept his distance, but never too far out of sight. Never too far to keep an eye on her.

His fingers twitched over the keyboard as his attention was drawn to the FBI’s database built into every computer. Only certain level agents had clearance to navigate the application, and Dex was one of them. He swiveled the mouse a few times, contemplating his next moves, until ultimately his impulse won him over and he clicked the application to log in.

He can search for anyone and any place with their database. Dex wasted no time in typing her name in the engine. He leaned forward on the desk and hunched his shoulders to cover the screen. Even though there wasn’t anyone else near him, he felt the urge to keep what he was doing hidden.

The system loaded for a few seconds until all the matches with her name popped up. When he saw a picture of her after the fourth click, he opened her file.

Originally from Upstate New York, she graduated from a small-town high school and went to Columbia University School of Nursing. She lives just outside of Hell’s Kitchen at a nice apartment complex not too far from Dex’s. Her family still lives upstate, so it’s just her in the city.

Dex continued to scroll through her file, curiosity getting the better of him. He’s confident he hasn’t even blinked yet from all the information he was taking in about her. She worked at Metro-General before becoming a nurse at the FBI. She was there for only two years. She’s been at the FBI only half a year. Dex can’t remember the first day she started—he often ignored the new people who started at the FBI because he didn’t see a point in conversing with them if it would never get farther than just being coworkers. But he does remember the first time he had to see her in her room. Friendly, smiling, kind. She offered numerous attempts at conversation that Dex didn’t take up. He remembers sitting quietly and letting her work on him. He preferred it that way, but now, he tried to engage with her whenever he was in her room. That was the most he could do. Try.

He clicks out of her file as he hears the doors of the Bureau open. It was nearly eight in the morning, so people were starting to arrive at the office. Looking over his shoulder, he sees her among the small crowd of employees walking in. Something coats his chest at the sight of her: anxiety.

She’s walking with her head down until she looks up from her phone and sees Dex sitting at a desk with a small smile on his face. She immediately lightens up at the sight of him and smiles, making a beeline to come talk to him. Dex takes a deep breath and takes one last look at his computer to make sure all the windows are closed.

“Good morning, Agent Poindexter,” she beams, and Dex is amused by how she has so much energy this early in the morning, while everyone else who walked in behind her practically dragged their feet—even him, when he first got here.

“Good morning, __,” Dex leans on the desk with his elbows to speak to her. “How are you?”

“I’m doin’ alright. You?”

“Same,” Dex said.

“You’re here early,” she notes and adjusts her tote bag on her shoulder. “Do you get to leave early too?”

“No,” Dex shakes his head. “Doesn’t work like that. Honestly, I couldn’t sleep so I figured I could get a head start on the day.”

“I understand,” she nods, looking away from him. Dex watches her break eye contact. He tries not to let his FBI training get in the middle of his interactions with her, but when someone breaks eye contact the way she did just now, it means she’s nervous to talk to him. Why would she be nervous?

“Did you uh—get coffee on your way in?” Dex asks her softly, a way to make her not feel nervous.

She meets his eyes again, and this time it’s Dex who feels uneasy. “I didn’t. I was going to brew a fresh pot here.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dex waves his hand. “I’ll make it for you and bring it to your office.”

She smiles, holding his eye contact. “Well, okay. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. Dex watches as she walks away and into her exam room. His first task of the day wasn’t what he was supposed to do: it wasn’t to prep files and do investigative work. None of that mattered to him. What mattered was bringing her a fresh cup of coffee and knowing it was a job well done when she smiled at the sight of him holding it for her in the doorway.

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The rest of the day was easy for Dex to get through until Beckett came in and immediately shifted the energy of the office, specifically for Dex. Beckett practically waltzed in, glad to see Dex sitting at his desk following orders to keep a distance, while it was fair and free for Beckett to do as he pleased. Dex’s fingers twitched over the pencil he was holding, gently tracing the pencil tip over the pad of his thumb.

He directed his attention to his screen again and clenched his jaw. Even the sound of Beckett talking was enough for Dex to become incredibly annoyed. He hears him jeering with other agents, making small talk—it’s all just noise to Dex. It’s not until he catches Beckett’s eyes by mistake that an icy feeling coats his heart. Beckett glares at him right before knocking on her door.

Dex swallows hard as she opens the door and lets him inside. The door closes, and Dex lets out the breath he was holding. His heartbeat is in his ears and he shuts his eyes to calm himself down. Control the rage. The rage doesn’t control you. Dex wasn’t sure what Beckett’s motive was, but he knew it couldn’t be good. He wants to find her immediately and ask if she’s all right, if Beckett did anything to her in private, and the anticipation of their meeting ending almost drives Dex into a frenzy.

After a long five minutes, Beckett finally exits her exam room, looking less than pleased, to Dex’s delight. Dex can’t go in there right away though—he has to play his cards right to not look suspicious. Beckett disappears down the hallway and outside the Bureau, seemingly leaving for a meeting.

Dex doesn’t want to make it obvious that he watched that interaction unfold, and he doesn’t want her to think he’s been watching her office all day. He can’t just go to her office and ask what Beckett wanted. He needs an excuse. Dex searches the desk for anything he could use to give himself a small wound to see her, but finds nothing other than pencils and papers.

He takes a piece of paper and looks around to ensure no one’s watching. Under the desk, he slides the edge of the paper over his left pointer finger and cuts his skin open. Hiding the grimace on his face, Dex crumbles the paper and throws it in the trash. The small cut on his finger stings as air meets the open wound, drawing a small amount of blood. It was juvenile, but enough to get him to go to her room for a bandaid.

Dex gets up from his desk and walks consciously to her door. It was half open, and she was sitting at her desk looking at her computer. Dex knocks on the door softly.

“Dex,” she greets with a smile, “what’s up?”

Dex blushes and looks away sheepishly. “I may have a serious injury that needs to be checked out.” He holds up his finger and the laugh that emits from her is enough to calm him down.

“A paper cut? Goodness, we’ll have to have that checked out immediately. Close the door,” she jokes as she stands up to meet him. Dex shuts the door behind him and holds up his hand for her to examine. He watches her behind his hazel eyes and sees the feigned concern on her face. She holds his hand in hers and holds his finger up to the light.

“This will require some serious surgery. Wash your hands at the sink.”

Dex stands over the sink as she reaches up into a cabinet to fetch a bandaid for him. Dex takes a seat at the exam table and she walks over to him, opening the bandaid.

Before she puts the bandaid on him, she holds his finger again and inspects the cut that is perfectly in the middle of his finger. Dex is a puddle inside, feeling her holding his hand in concern. It seems she’s not joking like she was before and was worried about the cut. He can’t remember the last time anyone ever showed that much concern, even over a small paper cut.

“You gotta be careful handling those files,” she meets his hazel eyes and says in a low voice. “They may be small, but paper cuts have a mighty sting.”

“I know,” Dex shrugs, “they do hurt.”

She gently wraps the bandaid perfectly around his finger, holding his hand carefully in hers. When she’s done, she places his hand against his chest and smiles.

“All set.”

"Thank you,” Dex smiles in return, not wanting to leave but also not wanting to remain this close to her. She retreats slightly to give him room to get up but he doesn’t move.

“How’s your day going?” She asks, another attempt at conversation.

“Almost over,” Dex replies. “You?”

“Same,” she nods. “I’m happy you came by. A better visitor than I had before, just between me and you.”

Dex is somewhat relieved she brought up Beckett first. It’s really what he came in here for, to find out what it was he wanted. “Nurse-patient confidentiality,” Dex jokes. “Uh, what was it he wanted anyway?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “He asked to be my date for the gala in a few weeks.”

“The gala?” Dex asked, furrowing his brows. Then it dawned on him slowly. “Oh, right. The annual gala.” It didn’t occur to him at first because every year, Dex ignores the invite and doesn’t go. It’s a way to thank the agents and staff for all their hard work the year prior with fancy drinks and food, hosted at a banquet in the city. Frankly, Dex’s worst nightmare. To be stuck in an environment shaking hands with people he hardly knew, putting on a facade the whole night. Sure, he could’ve gone in the past and sat at a table with Nadeem, but Nadeem had his wife and Dex wasn’t too excited to third-wheel an event. He never had a reason to go.

Work was work. Why should he be awarded for simply doing his job?

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Well, what did you say?”

“I said no, of course. I don’t ‘date’ coworkers. And I especially wouldn’t go to that with him.”

“But you are going?” Dex asks her.

She nodded. “Yeah. It sounds fun. Are you going?”

Dex immediately shakes his head and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, I don’t see myself going to that. I’ve never been.”

“Of all the years you’ve worked here you’ve never attended?” She asked incredulously.

Dex shook his head softly. “No.”

“Well, I for one love an excuse to get dressed up and eat free food, so I’m going. And I think I’d love to have you to hang out with me there.”

Dex smiled to himself, wishing it were easy for him to consider something like this. He might consider it, just for her. He must’ve been silent for a while and avoiding looking at her because she speaks again.

“I only feel close with you and Nadeem,” she admits, “we could all sit at the same table. If we can choose.”

“Nadeem will bring his wife,” Dex tells her, a way to make an excuse for this reality to not happen, even though deep down he wants to.

“So?” She smiles, “we’ll have a big table.”

“Other agents will probably have plus ones,” Dex tries to reason again.

“So then why don’t you be mine?” She asks in return. “Then the ratio won’t be awkward.”

Dex smiles and looks away from her again.

He just can’t do it.

“I thought you said you don’t date coworkers.”

“It’s not a date,” she corrects, “just a plus one as a friend.”

Friend.

“I don’t think I’m going,” Dex tells her honestly—regretfully. “I’ve never gone and I don’t know if it’s my scene.”

The look of disappointment that crosses her face is almost enough for Dex to feign more pain to stay in her office and make it better but ultimately, it isn’t. He’s beginning to like the idea of whatever it is she has in mind of who he is, but he’s not sure he can live up to it. He can’t risk more disappointment. But what he does know is that she’s the person he’s been searching for recently. Someone who does see something in him, even though he doesn’t entirely understand what that may be.

“Okay, Dex,” she sighs in defeat, “but just know I’ll still be looking for you there.”

He smiles as he gets up from the exam table. Their time together is almost up, for now, and the day is almost done. He already can’t wait to see her tomorrow, as annoying as that feeling of hope is.

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That night in bed, after tossing and turning and unable to sleep, he opens his email for the Gala’s RSVP. Dex’s thumb hovers over the “Going” button, and it goes back and forth over the “Can’t Make It.”

But just know I’ll still be looking for you there.

While it’s not a guarantee he will show up to the gala, Dex clicks the “Going” button and sighs in relief, a hopeful feeling growing deep in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he could be that person she thinks he is.

#daredevil #bullseye #wilson bethel #ben poindexter #benjamin poindexter #dex #the good in you #ben poindexter x reader #ben poindexter x you #IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT BUT IT IS HERE

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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pretty when you cry - chapter ten

series masterlist / chapter eleven

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 05/13/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon smut. noncon/dubcon relationship. spit kink. slight degradation. unprotected sex. nipple play. swearing. choking. mentions of past noncon intercourse . kidnapping? uh the crying kink - i literally can’t remember what it’s called lmao 💀 if i’m missing anything please let me know!

words: 4.4k

notes: like i said in a post earlier - this is definitely not the last chapter lol. i added something that turned into a bigger something and so there’s gonna be way more to come. majority of what i wrote for chapter ten originally is now pretty much all in the next chapter lmao. i’m really dragging this thing out, aren’t i? anyway if you were looking forward to reader’s punishment… you’ll have to bear with me until next week. but i think it’s worth it 😌 hope you enjoy this chapter which is literally just smut 💀 mean!bucky makes his triumphant return in chapter eleven so keep an eye out for that. feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated! thank you for reading and reblogging. 💗

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You didn’t pay much attention to anything aside from finding an empty pump. That was easy enough to do on a Sunday night. There were only two other cars getting gas and a couple of cars parked in front of the store front. You parked by the nearest station you could and hopped out with your debit card in hand. You inserted the chip into the card reader so you could pay and expected to be prompted to begin your pumping.

But that didn’t happen.

The screen read that there was an error. Annoyed and huffy, you tried again. And then once more before another message came on the screen saying you’d have to pay inside. The last thing you wanted to do was waste time dealing with a cashier and having to go in, but you didn’t have any other cards you could try. Begrudgingly, you rolled your eyes and rolled your neck, trying to relieve some tension before you’d be face to face with another person. You were sure you looked erratic so you tried to pull yourself together before leaving your car and rushing to get inside so you could pay. You just needed to fill up your tank and get the hell out of there.

The ringing of the bell on the entrance door alerted you to a nervous looking cashier. He was breathing like he was trying to keep himself calm as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. When he saw you, he gave you a nervous smile that you cautiously returned. Something was off. Something was wrong. The bell rang again but you didn’t pay it any mind. You wanted to just say screw it and find another gas station downtown, but before you could turn around and head back to your car, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch and paled at the unexpected face that met yours as you looked behind you.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Natasha said in her smokey voice with a smile on her face. She either didn’t seem to notice your rising anxiety or just decided to ignore it as she moved her hand off of you before continuing. “Now what’s Bucky’s girl doing all alone on this side of town this late at night?”

“It’s not that late,” you said defensively. “And I’m not his girl,” you quickly added, rushing to remind her and yourself of that. She just smiled and laughed at you - you couldn’t tell if it was condescending or if she really thought you were joking - but it didn’t matter. And if you hadn’t been annoyed already, you were well and truly pissed off now. To which, Nat quickly caught on.

“Down, kitty. What’s got you all riled up?” she said, sounding concerned, but again you really couldn’t tell if she was just being condescending or not.

“I just need to put gas, okay? Is that not allowed? Do I need a chaperone to go out alone now? As if I haven’t been followed around nearly everyday for almost a month,” you ranted, ignoring the gaze of the other customers in the small store, all of whom quickly left after Natasha looked at them with a stare that chilled even you.

After the last person left, Nat finally returned her gaze to you.

“Got somewhere to be?” she asked as she took in your nervous, agitated demeanor.

“Home,” you lied swiftly. There was no way she knew what your plans were or even if Bucky knew where you were at the moment.. “Bucky’s waiting for me, so..” you added, lying further as you glanced around outside, desperately wanting to escape to your car.

“Oh, I’m sure he is. But what’s the rush?” she said as your eyes then landed on Sam outside the window of the convenience store, hanging up his phone before he started making his way inside. In an instant, everything clicked. You didn’t know if you should be scared or angry. Reality was both, but you decided to go with anger.

“What is the rush?” you bit out. “You tell me. Why do we need to talk right now? I’m sure we both have places to be.”

“I think you know exactly where you’re supposed to be. And we both know it isn’t at a gas station with your car packed like you’re about to skip town.” she said seriously.

“And I think, it’s none of your business. Scoping out my car the second I walked away?” you said harshly as Sam neared the both of you.

“Honey, I clocked you the second you pulled in,” she responded as Sam came to stand next to her. It felt like they were blocking you in. They probably were.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” Sam began before you cut him off.

“Save it.” you interrupted. “You were just talking to him outside, right?” you asked him straight up. Silence was your answer. “He’s on his way, then?” you continued.

He still didn’t really respond, just looked at you with sympathy. It made you even more upset.

And then you heard the roar of Bucky’s bike. And you knew you were fucked.

“I really thought you were different,” you said sadly to Sam before trying to walk past him and Nat to get back to your car. You could see Bucky from where you stood and to say he looked pissed was an understatement. He looked nearly unhinged. He had parked his bike behind your car and when he threw open the back door, you only then realized you had left your car unlocked and your keys in the ignition. As you watched him, you were sure he was rifling through your bags.

Before you could pass them, Sam stopped you gently. It didn’t take much, you could feel the fight draining out of you with each second that passed.

“I’m sorry. But he would have lost it completely if you just up and disappeared. I promise you, it would have just made things worse. No one would’ve been safe. I’m just trying to help protect you and the people you care about. And… he loves you, you know that. You two are meant to be together, aren’t you? You’re soulmates?”

You ignored his last question. Tired of hearing “but we’re soulmates” as an excuse for the way Bucky was acting.

“You think this is protecting me?” you asked, truly confused. But they didn’t know. How would they have?

“He’d never hurt you,” Natasha said confidently. You couldn’t help but laugh wryly at that. With a shake of your head, you turned back around to head outside to your car.

You were surprised to see that Bucky was pumping gas into your car but when he saw you, he slammed the pump back into its station and closed the cap to your tank as he stared at you predatorily. Worry and confusion running through you. You couldn’t tell for the life of you what was going to happen next. You couldn’t figure out what he was going to do.

He was fuming as he watched you approach slowly and cautiously.

“Where the fuck were you going?” he asked, deceptively quiet, when he knew you were near enough to hear him.

“Nowhere,” you began without thinking. You felt like how you did as a kid getting caught in a lie. Right before you knew you were about to be in trouble. For some reason, you just tried to keep lying instead of admitting the truth and facing your punishment, desperately trying to avoid it. “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, y/n! Do you think I’m stupid? Like I didn’t see these bags packed full of your shit?” You flinched at him suddenly yelling at you even though there was a good distance between you still. The only other time he had yelled, truly, yelled at you like that was the night he had broken into your house the first time.

“I just needed to get away. I need to be away from you. I mean, you just threatened my family, Bucky. Did you really expect me to just be fine with that? I - I can’t have these threats hanging over my head. I don’t want to be forced to be with you. You’re trying to blackmail me into a relationship and this is just - this is all so fucked,” you said, broken hearted.

“Get in the car,” he ordered harshly.

“No,” you refused, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.

“Get your ass in the car before I make you get in,” he growled.

You looked behind you as you felt eyes on you while yours had started to sting. You saw Sam and Nat staring from across the lot, watching raptly at the embarrassingly dramatic scene unfolding before them. You realized then that they were really just watching you. As if you’d take off running at any given moment. You accepted then that you didn’t have a viable way out of there. So, reluctantly, you climbed into the passenger seat of your own car as Bucky got into the driver’s seat in the blink of an eye.

Bucky peeled out of the gas station the second you closed your door. It was tense and quiet and you could literally feel the rage radiating off of him. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched so hard you were momentarily worried about his teeth. You wanted to speak, to say something. To protest at the very least. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You didn’t think you could push him any further before something bad happened. But a sinking feeling in your gut was telling you that something bad was already happening.

He drove in silence for what felt like forever, but in reality was only about 15 minutes, before he passed the sign indicating that you were now out of the town limits. You turned to Bucky the second that information registered.

“Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t look back to you, didn’t respond at all, just accelerated his already over-the-limit speed.

It was only a couple minutes later that your question was answered as he pulled up to a secluded house just outside of town. It was nice. Really nice. It was a two story modern farmhouse. It looked new and… costly. You were still confused though. You didn’t know where you were or why he had taken you there. Was this his house? You didn’t think much more on that, though as Bucky parked and shut off your car - exiting it just as swiftly.

He rounded the hood and threw your door open before he dragged you out of the car, not even giving you the chance to react. His grip was strong and it hurt as he walked you up to the front door before he opened it almost effortlessly and shoved you inside.

Not having the wherewithal to even try and stop your motion before you tripped over yourself and fell to your hands and knees. When you turned back around in shock, you realized that Bucky wasn’t there. He was back at your car, grabbing all of your bags from your back seat. You scrambled up to your feet and as you went outside to protest, he turned back on you before you even stepped foot out of the door.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you seethed as you tried to hold your ground at the threshold of the door. He walked straight up to you, his glare alone enough to send you walking cautiously backward into the house. He threw your bags down and slammed the door shut behind him, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he stalked toward you. For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. Your throat went dry as you watched him approach closer and closer and the most unexpected thrill went through you, but you refused to pay it any mind as you needed to figure out your next move in this unknown space. Before you could, though, Bucky finally responded to you.

“Taking what’s mine,” he said roughly as he grabbed you by the waist just the same. He moved so swiftly and had you pressed up tightly against him in the blink of an eye before he moved his metal hand to your throat, applying constricting pressure as he stared down into your eyes. You could only imagine what you looked like, mouth agape as you stared up at him, hands pulling at his wrist trying to get him to drop his grip on your neck.

He loosened his grip after a moment of you struggling against him before his hand moved up to your jaw, holding your face up to keep your gaze.

“You are mine,” he stated hungrily before leaning down and crashing his lips to yours, his metal hand never leaving your face, just pulling you closer. You were astonished by how desperate it felt. As he grabbed at you and kissed you deeper than ever, you realized that he was, in fact, acting in desperation. He pulled away only to breathe before he picked you up behind your thighs and lifted you as you reflexively wrapped your thick legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held you effortlessly as he walked you up a staircase leading to the second floor. Your mind was in a haze as he entered what you assumed was the master bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed and wasted no time in removing his clothes before he did the same to you.

You didn’t fight him. In fact, you helped him as he removed each article of clothing you were wearing. Your armor quickly falling as his touch set you on fire. Nothing made sense but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was him. It was disorienting how quickly things turned in.. less than an hour.

After you were laid back on the bed completely naked, he climbed on top of you, lavishing kisses from your lips, along your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach and finally kissing down to your pussy. You were already wet and his desperation was making you feel the same.

He licked and sucked hungrily, leaving you writhing beneath him. His hands found your hips, holding you down to stop you from involuntarily moving as you were looking for more stimulation from him. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit before sucking it into his mouth, eliciting a pleasure fueled scream from you as you grabbed onto the sheets. He sucked for a little longer, before releasing you, moving to lick one last long, deep stripe through your folds up to your bundle of nerves.

As he moved back up your body, you felt his hard length pressing against you as he leaned down to be face to face with you again. His flesh hand moved to grip your chin once again as his metal hand was beside your head, holding him up above you. You were breathing heavily as you stared into his deep blue eyes while he looked down at you with an undeniable, carnal, lust in his gaze.

“You really thought you could just leave me like that, sweetheart?” he asked, almost pained. You didn’t know what to say and the urge to apologize was one you had to fight as he continued staring down at you. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to your lips before adding, “You can’t leave me. You’re never gonna leave, you understand me?” he questioned harshly as he gripped your jaw tighter in his hold.

You heard the unspoken threat and knew that you weren’t getting away from him again - but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment as you nodded as best you could while he held your face firmly.

“Good girl,” he praised darkly as he let go of your face and moved to grab his pulsing cock in his flesh hand. He pumped himself twice and you watched as precum leaked from his tip. He moved to angle himself at your entrance before he ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds teasingly. You whined under him and he wasted no time in moving to enter you harshly. You cried at the intrusion, though you were wet and wanting, his size was still a lot for you to take. You gripped his arms that were holding onto your waist as your legs encircled him once more. He didn’t slow down even as you cried. He only held you tighter, and you were sure his grip would leave you bruised like it had before.

“Please,” you cried out as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper into your wet heat. “Please, Bucky, slow down, I can’t.. I can’t take it. S’too much,” you pleaded.

“Oh sweetheart, you can take it. I know you can,” he said patronizingly. “Just keep crying, princess. Love it when you cry for me,” he grunted through his teeth as he pounded into you even harder, leaning closer to your face, kissing away your tears as they fell. You felt like you were being split in two as you cried out his name once more.

“Bucky, it hurts!” you sobbed through the pain and pleasure coursing through you.

“It hurts?” he asked softly in your ear, voice laced with fake care, “How much?” he growled as he rutted into you again, pulling back to look at you, causing you to gasp out, your breath catching in your throat at the feeling his tone sent through you and at the even harder thrust he sent into you as he moved his hands to take your own in his. He moved them up and pinned them to the bed as he intertwined your fingers. His thrusts didn’t slow, he just kept moving against you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls, the head of him hitting your g-spot perfectly with each thrust, only making you cry out more as you moaned pathetically, the sound turning into a sob. Your heels were digging into his back as you arched yours, inadvertently pulling him closer.

As he leaned back down to you, his face dropped to your neck as your chest touched his. His hands left yours and he moved them to hold onto your waist and around your back as you were still arching against him, holding you close to him as your hands found his biceps before snaking around to wrap your arms around his back.

You felt him biting harshly at the tender skin of your throat before he soothed the sting with his tongue. “You hurt me,” he nearly whispered against your skin. “I think you deserve a little pain tonight, too, princess. S’only fair,” he continued before he moved his head down to your breasts.

You didn’t realize how close you were to coming until Bucky took one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth and suckled on it, swirling his tongue around your pert bud as his hand found your other breast and played with it, tugging and pulling at your sensitive nipple, squeezing the mound of flesh in his large hand, groaning around your tit as he felt you squeeze his cock even tighter as you inched closer to your impending orgasm.

He bit your nipple and you yelped at the pain, soon replaced by the unrelenting pleasure he was unleashing on your body. His warm tongue swirling around the bud yet again to soothe the sting as he continued pounding into you relentlessly, your nails digging into his back. Every thrust - more forceful than the last, every bite more deep, but every kiss, more sweet. It was the most pleasurable torture to be at his whim. It was painful, but still, you wanted more.

With his arms still around you and you clinging to him, he pulled you up, keeping you against his chest as he sat up with his cock still inside of you. The change of position had you mewling helplessly yet again as he had you sat on his thighs, thrusting up into you with so much force you could do nothing but hold onto him desperately. One of his hands found your hip as he pulled you down harshly against his every thrust, forcing you to meet him with each one as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock.

You relied on him to keep you upright against him, nearly completely leaning against his strong chest as your arms stayed wrapped tightly around him - your face nuzzling into his neck. He slithered his large hand from your hip to in between your sweat covered bodies, his dexterous fingers easily finding your clit as he began to rub it in tight circles as you clenched around him and clung to him tighter, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you came suddenly and violently, crying at the indescribable bliss that overtook you.

Bucky didn’t stop fucking you as he growled and shoved you back down on the mattress, pounding into you without abandon. His right hand was now on your waist and his left found your throat once again and he squeezed as he stared down at you animalistically. You saw the anger, hurt, and disappointment in his eyes, but the undeniable look of lust and longing was there too.

As he stared down at you, eyes boring into your own glossy ones, it looked like he was going to say something more, but didn’t. Just grit his teeth as his hand became more constricting around your throat, and his hips began to stutter in their powerful movements. You don’t know why - it was instinctive as your left hand reached out to his hip, craving him - wanting him closer - wanting to touch him, while your right hand covered his metal one still on you as he used your overworked and sensitive hole to chase his own release. A part of you was keenly aware just how easily it would be for him to crush your throat if he wanted to, and how controlled his strength was as he got closer. That turned you on, and you wanted more.

Your hand tightened around his, the constriction somehow bringing you closer to another orgasm, your silky walls tightening around him, making him groan deeply as he nearly lost control. You whimpered beneath him as he stopped moving inside you. His grip slipped up to your jaw and he forced your mouth open with the pressure.

“Tongue out,” he ordered harshly and you obeyed without thinking - absolutely no hesitation. He grinned wickedly before he lightly patted your cheek in approval. He pursed his lips and then spat onto your tongue - you could feel it running down your tongue into your throat before you swallowed it.

You were momentarily brought back to that first night - the memory of his saliva on your tongue before he left you like a used, broken doll alone in your bed. But the renewed thrusting of his cock inside your tight walls quickly pulled you back to the present.

“I get my cock in you and you just become so compliant, don’t you, princess,” he taunted before kissing you hotly. “This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Just needed me to fuck you stupid so you don’t have to think, don’t have to worry about anything,” he continued, you could feel his breath against your cheek as he spoke and you laid there, writhing, whimpering and whining beneath him.

You did feel stupid. Stupid and embarrased at how accurate he was. You really were being compliant, not even a little bit of fight was coming from you. But right now, with his cock thrusting so deeply into you, making you feel so unbelievably good - with his warmth surrounding you and his weight on top of you - you didn’t care.

You were slightly surprised that his taunting was sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core, while you heated up even more at his words.

“You gonna come again, pretty girl? I can fuckin feel you squeezing me. So goddamn tight,” he was breathing heavily and grunting above you while you stared up at him with wide eyes, nearly gasping for each breath you took in between your now weak moans.

His hands found your hips as his stuttered once again, but he didn’t stop this time. Only moved more brutally against you. The deep, hard strokes of his throbbing cock along your walls was addictive - you almost didn’t want him to stop despite the ache he was leaving you with.

He came as deeply as he could inside of you and when you first felt him shoot his hot come inside your walls, you came yet again around him. He hissed as your walls squeezed his member, wanting to keep him inside. Never wanting it to end. Because you knew what was going to happen once it ended. Once the euphoric high passed, you would be faced with that post-coital clarity. So you begged silently to let the bliss last forever.

Bucky’s arms wrapped around you once again and he flipped you both so that he was now on his back and you were resting on him. His hands rubbed up and down your curves while you both slowly tried to steady your breathing, his cock still snuggly inside of you.

You felt your eyes getting heavy and were grateful to have sleep take you so you didn’t have to come back to reality yet. As you felt yourself slip under, you vaguely heard Bucky’s voice.

“We’ll get the rest of your stuff tomorrow, sweetheart. You’re staying with me. It’ll be easier this way,” he spoke softly into your hair. “I didn’t want to force you, you know. I was trying to give you a choice. But you just kept choosing wrong,” he continued as he shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, though. I got you. I got us,” he mumbled as your eyes shut fully. You didn’t respond, didn’t fully hear or understand him, honestly. Right now, you just needed to sleep. Your head was cloudy and all you registered before sleep took you was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you, moving to pull his comforter up over the both of you, and his lips brushing your skin.

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I reblogged this as part of a thread on people’s thoughts coming off the Thunderbolts mini comic run but I’ve decided to post it on its own as well. I’m actually not sure how much of this even seems relevant to the original conversation… but I wanted to chime in on the topic as someone who is a reasonably new comic reader.

Tbh I actually still find myself struggling a bit to keep up with writers and story arcs in my head (couldn’t work out what SoL was until right now - sentinel of liberty, right?)

BUT so far I have pretty much exclusively read black widow comics or issues she features in. (I discovered that on the marvel comics website you can search by character and it will give you every issue they are in - sometimes that’s meant she has one line and I am left wondering why the heck I read a whole comic book for that lol)

Personally I have noticed I don’t pay a lot of attention to who has written an issue, but I know I have my favourites. I actually could pin an artist before a writer- Phil Noto is a god amongst all others - but it’s interesting to hear the different thoughts here.

I’ve seen a few posts with people mentioning Nat’s thought process in the Thunderbolts mini run and my ear pricked up. I LOVE writing fanfic that is based on Natasha’s inner thoughts, she is so full of depth. I would definitely think about writing this sort of thing BUT I feel I need to get my source material right in my head.

Basically the tl;dr is this- what should I be reading or re-reading? I think the names and the arcs can make it quite difficult for those getting into comics to understand what they are looking for, and the amount that characters can bounce around between issues and titles makes that even harder. I usually only know what I want to read because tumblr told me…

I know and love the Brubaker and Liu writing but I can’t say I know what the Higgins run was (is this the run following the 2012 end for Winterwidow?)

I just hope that there is more good to come for these two- they need and deserve it.

Please comment anything that might help me in a quest for fanfic thoughts on this, or just generally. Sorry my response was probably a bit of a ramble and may not have all made sense (adhd meds being messed with = brain confusion).

#adhd problems #random brain thoughts #black widow #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #marvel #buckynat #winterwidow #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel comics #bucky x nat

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“I’m in love with you. What do you think about that?”

Hello loves! I've been in a Din rhythm the last few weeks for Blurb Tuesday and the new series, so let's shift gears back to Poe! Softer, fluffier piece since people seem to really like that (and I like writing it so it's a win-win). 🥰 I found the inspiration from a writing prompt but I lost the post before I could reblog it, so credit to the original brain this idea came from!

Warnings: nothing really, mentions canon-typical violence and death but mostly fluff and two idiots in love. Un-beta'd, as Blurb Tuesday usually is lol. Reader has no description.

As always, asks are open for requests! 💖 Love y'all SO MUCH! 💖

The base was finally calming down after the most recent, albeit small, victory, hard-won by the Rebels. Small pockets of people mourned the losses sustained, while others quietly celebrated reuniting with loved ones. Sometimes- most times- those groups overlapped, the tears in their eyes from both joy and pain as they hugged those who managed to return. The moment your X-Wings landed, you and Poe jumped out of your respective ships and immediately found each other. No words were exchanged as his arms found their way around you; you just wrapped your own arms over his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. A slight tremor ran through his body for the heartbeats you held one another.

Later, in a muted mess hall at your own table, you and Poe sit alone and poke at food neither one of you will actually finish. You sit side by side, knees touching under the table, and you lay your head on his shoulder.

“It’s so quiet,” you whisper, pulling your lip between your teeth nervously.

His hand comes to rest on your knee, “I know.”

“How is it that after all this time, after all these missions, I still get so scared out there?”

“It never gets easier.” He squeezes your knee and gently kisses the crown of your head. “But it shouldn’t. No one should get so used to war that it stops being scary. It’s okay to be scared as long as you keep doing what scares you.”

You nod but stay quiet, finally putting your fork down and dropping your hands to your lap. For another moment you’re both quiet, just existing with each other, before Poe speaks again.

“Hey. Look at me.” His voice is heartbreakingly gentle, so much so that you lift your face to his. Soft, dark, eyes roam over your face, eyebrows furrowed seriously, mouth set in a determined line.

“Yes?”

There’s a pause as he continues searching your face, looking for something you can’t see in the reflection of his eyes. Finally, as if finding what he was looking for, he gathers his courage and says, “I’m in love with you. What do you think about that?”

Shock writes its way across your face. At the same time, something warm and light fills your chest, making its way through every corner of your body. The corners of your lips lift, “I think… I’m in love with you, too, Poe.”

A smile mirroring yours lights his face. He closes the small space between you immediately, lips fitting over yours like the final piece of a puzzle you’d been building since meeting him all those years ago. You kiss him fully, deeply, the already quiet room dissolving around you until it’s just you and Poe. Nothing else matters than the feeling of his lips on yours and the way his hand cups your jaw, pulling you closer than you thought possible.

When you finally part, gasping for air, your eyes meet his. Where moments ago there was pain, love and joy light his chocolate eyes; the smile on his face reaching all the way up to crinkle those little laugh lines around his eyes you love so much. His hand remains on your face, thumb wiping away the small tear that leaks from one eye.

“I couldn’t go another day without telling you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You close your eyes and lean into his touch. Opening them again, you ask with a smile, “What took you so long?”

He laughs, putting his arms around you and bringing you into his embrace, “I was scared.”

The admission breaks your heart. With a squeeze around his torso, you say, “We can be scared together, now.”

“No one I’d rather be scared with.”

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The post by op talking about how Elain loses her newfound boldness when Lucien is around makes me laugh. What about when Azriel (and Nesta even though I love her) keeps making decisions for Elain and speaking up for her, when she has said that she doesn’t like that. Calling what happened a mistake to her face and hurting her feelings. Not encouraging or supporting Elain to do what she wants. Elain in SF is not happy or thriving. E/riel’s talk about how Azriel knows what Elain needs because he asked her if she wanted to look around the gardens in ACOWAR, but they fail to acknowledge that it was Lucien who first suggested it! Same with Cassian who first offered to rescue her from the camp, then offer his knife to her in the battle, and defended her from Amren in ACOFAS at the dinner table.

One of the reblogs from op came from an E/riel that said we know the bond is yadada because we know the Cauldron is corrupted by the Asteri. To question their mating bond would also be questioning Feysand’s, Nessian’s, Viv & Kallias, and multiple others. They just don’t want Elucien to be mates because they know Sarah loves her mates and that mates are endgame.

I’ve seen them compare that Elain & Azriel scene from Solstice to other couples from TOG & CC. And to me, that’s just not a good comparison. As if sex/lust = love, because it doesn’t. You can have a crush on someone without it being anything deep. And that’s what we got from Azriel. He spent a year planning for a snowball fight, but couldn’t think beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to. We got no romantic feelings from him. Only lust and jealousy. Lust is no way as strong as a feeling to that spark that Azriel felt in his chest at the thought of Gwyn.

Reminds me of how they dismiss Cassian when he said that Night Court black sucked the life from Elain and say it’s not important, but her wearing cobalt blue is or that her scent of honey & jasmine is important, because jasmine is used a lot to describe the NC. They really do pick and choose what they want for when it suits their ship.💀

I’m convinced that most E/riel’s lack reading comprehension or haven’t been in an actual relationship.

despite claiming they care about elain, they don't listen to her, much like characters in the series. no one actually pays attention to elain, not in the way she craves. the only person who has shown that he actually hears her is lucien when he believed in her powers and vision so much he risked his life to find vassa. that's what she wants, she's just being an archeron and stubborn as hell

i can't remember who it was but someone brought up that everything az did "for elain" in acowar was first suggested or attempted by someone else. he didn't have one original thought when it came to her, he didn't understand what she needed or wanted and based on his bonus chapter, he still doesn't. elain wouldn't want him speaking for her or threatening her mate

newsflash! the cauldron has been corrupted. wasn't that like a major plot point in acomaf and acowar?? literally evil forces were using it for their own gain then, what's different now? oh yeah because it suits their narrative. the cauldron is just a tool for their god, the mother, it's very likely that she (aka sjm) is who decides mates. also like... even if not sjm will pull something out of her ass, if she wants it to happen, it will lol

i've said it before and i'll continue to say it, az in his bonus chapter was not romantic. that chapter was more so to show us his mental state than anything else. it showed us how envious he is of his brothers, how desperately he wants a mate and to feel like he's worthy of something. but of course e/riels deny that and say it wasn't about wanting a mate and he doesn't care, what did he mean by "what if the cauldron was wrong?" then?? that's clear as fucking day to me that he's jealous and wants that deep bond with someone. if he indeed didn't care, he wouldn't be questioning the bond

i'll forever be amused by e/riels saying that spark is evil when it's literally just az feeling a normal emotion. something elain clearly hasn't made him feel before, it's such a self drag that it makes me laugh everytime i see it

ok look cassian has never once commented on clothing to that extent, of course we'd have him describe nesta because hello that's his mate and he loves her but elain? my man spent a good chunk of time telling us how shitty she looked in that damn dress and it means nothing?? uh huh. whatever you need to tell yourself. they really do pick and choose which colors are important, and honestly the only one i see holding any relevance is her wearing night court black. it sucking the life from her is like sarah holding up a big sign saying: look here!

everyone goes on about different interpretations and such and i understand that is a thing but i'm sorry, not everything is up to the reader to decide. it's the author's job to tell us a specific story and sjm is and no amount of cherry picked "evidence" will change that

#antielriel #anti e/riel #asks #anonymous

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walkingaftermidnight07 · 1 year

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Kit x Ty Balcony oneshot

ackkk im so bad at writing my little intros to these so i apologize in advance lol

did i wait until new year's to post a oneshot that was requested weeks ago? yes, yes i did. in my defense. im shit at remembering to write stuff. on the bright side, i'm actually pretty proud of this one so....yeah.

anyways, my lovely friend @tys-kitty requested this a couple of weeks ago and I loved the idea so I had to write it!!! i believe it was inspired by a post by @aro-ace-cat-lady but i dont have the original post. whoops.

anyways, this is a KitTy first kiss *and sort of love confession* on the Chiswick balcony.

word count is abt 2k :D

make sure to reblog if you enjoyed it to help get this out to more people thank you very much. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses to all who take the time to reblog :)

if you want any more KitTy content from me, i have a playlist linked here as well as two oneshots of the reunion scene from sobh which are linked here and here. I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BOTH ONESHOTS AND PLAYLISTS.

anywayssss enjoy :DDDD

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Sometimes Kit felt like Blackthorn Hall seemed to be closing in on him. The shadows felt like they were growing, wrapping around him. Suffocating him. Despite everything that Emma and Julian had done to fix it up, there was just something about it…

If Kit was being honest, he kind of hated it here. It gave him shivers and made him feel like he was being watched from all directions. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Blackthorn Hall’s history, or because of the fact that it used to be haunted by a ghost, or because there was something demonic about it, lurking in the shadows…

Or maybe it was because of what happened last time he had been here with certain members of the Blackthorn family. And while yes, parts of that had been resolved, Kit still thought often about that stupid day in the kitchen with the stupid gun. And with Ty.

Speaking of Ty, he’d disappeared. He’d left the kitchen this morning at breakfast, giving some vague excuse to the rest of the Blackthorns and Tessa and Jem about some reading for the Scholomance, but Kit had a feeling that was bullshit. And now it was afternoon and Ty was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t reappear for training with Dru and Tavvy. Nor for lunch. And Kit wasn’t sure whether he should look for him or not. Was this normal for Ty?

It hit Kit yet again, as it always did, that he didn’t know Ty anymore. Once, he would’ve known without any hesitation where to find him, and whether or not he’d want to be found. Hell, he’d probably be with Ty already, wouldn’t have felt the need to look for him because he was already being included in Ty’s bubble.

Now…well…they couldn’t avoid each other. Not with everything that had been going on. But apparently they could still go without talking to each other beyond a basic level. Nothing beyond that. Ty wouldn’t even look at him. He’d been at Blackthorn Hall with his family all week, and he could count on one hand the amount of times Ty had even looked in his general direction.

Dru had been telling him he needed to fucking talk to Ty, but he kept holding it off. This was his chance, he might not get another one.

But he was so so scared. What could he even say to Ty? How could he explain to him how he felt? How could he even ask Ty what Ty was feeling? Did he even want to know what Ty was feeling? Kit feared it would hurt too much.

The door to Kit’s room opened and Dru strode in. She stalked right over to where he was lying on the bed, and she grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him off the bed swiftly. He landed on his ass on the ground, staring at her in confusion. She was glaring at him.

“Hey, what was that for??” He groaned, rubbing his hip. “That hurt, you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, Kit, don’t be so dramatic.”

Kit stuck his tongue out at her and she cracked a smile. She offered him a hand up and he took it.

“Okay, but seriously, why did you do that?”

“Kit.” She stared at him intently. “My dear friend. My darling friend. My favorite person. My—”

“Okaaayyy, get to the point, Dru,” He grumbled.

She sighed. “I can’t find him, okay? I’m worried. He seemed kind of upset earlier, but I didn’t wanna say anything…but when he didn’t come down for lunch…”

Kit didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “Fine. I’ll look.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Kit.”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

As he left the room she called after him, “And remember what we’ve talked about! Communication!!”

He decided it would be in his best interest to ignore her snarky comment and continued on.

He immediately went to the balcony at Blackthorn Hall, because he didn’t know where else to find him. And oddly enough….there he was.

Ty’s back was to Kit, but Kit could see Ty’s shoulders stiffen as he stepped closer. Ty could clearly tell that he was there. But he didn’t turn around.

An awkward silence settled over them both. Kit stared at Ty’s back as Ty continued to pretend like he wasn’t there. He was running through things to say in his head but nothing came to mind.

“Do you need something?” Ty finally said, straightening. He still didn’t turn around.

“Yes—I mean—No. I mean—” Kit couldn’t seem to find the words. “I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Finally Ty turned to him. He wouldn’t meet Kit’s eyes but he nodded. “I’m fine. You can leave now.”

Kit bit his lip. He should’ve expected this, this harsh dismissal. After everything, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

But he didn’t want that to be it. This was his chance. To try to fix everything.

So he took a step forward.

Ty furrowed his brows. “I said you can leave me alone now.”

“I heard you, Ty,” Kit said softly. He took another step closer. He leaned against the balcony railing next to Ty. “But I think I’m going to stay out here, with you. To keep you company.”

Ty chewed on his lip, his expression torn. He looked confused, and kind of…nervous. “Are you—have you…um. Nevermind.”

“Hmm?” Kit asked, his heart starting to beat a little faster, anxious to know what Ty wanted to say.

“Nothing, sorry,” Ty said. Kit glanced over and noticed that Ty’s hands were clenched on the railing.

Fuck it, here was his chance.

“Ty.”

Ty turned his head a little quicker than Kit suspected he meant to. “Yes?”

“I forgive you,” Kit said softly. Now it was him who couldn’t meet Ty’s eyes. His stomach was all fluttery as he waited for Ty’s response.

“What?”

“A while ago, you asked me how long it would take for me to forgive you and I told you I didn’t know,” Kit continued, closing his eyes as he remembered that horrible day, remembered his harsh words to Ty. He’d still been angry then. Still been hurt. Still felt like it was impossible to love or be loved. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He knew now that he still loved Ty, just like he had when they were fifteen. Like he always would. His anger had subsided and all he felt when he thought back to those interactions was regret. He wished he’d been there for Ty when Ty had needed him most. “Well, now I know.”

“Kit.”

Kit turned slowly to face Ty. “Yeah?”

Ty reached out and grasped Kit’s hands. “You had every right to hate me. I know that now. I shouldn’t have expected you to forgive me. You still have every right to hate me.”

“But I don’t,” Kit blinked. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Ty. I—”

“Don’t say it,” Ty said. “Please.”

Kit froze. His hands dropped from Ty’s. If he was honest, he hadn’t expected Ty to say it back. At least not in the way he wanted Ty to. But it still stung, not even being allowed to get the words out.

Ty peered at Kit’s face, and his own face fell. “I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”

“No, no you’re fine,” Kit said, aware how hollow his voice sounded. But he couldn’t help it. He was embarrassed all over again. “I can’t expect you to reciprocate, can I? Some things just aren’t meant to be—”

Ty’s brows furrowed. He looked confused. Then his expression became one of determination.“No, sometimes, I think they are.”

And then Ty grabbed Kit gently, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Every emotion flooded through Kit at once. This was the last thing he’d expected from this conversation. But now here he was, Ty grabbing him by the shirt, their lips pressed together—

And his entire brain was malfunctioning. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. All he knew is that he liked it (perhaps too much) and that he was kissing Ty back. He didn’t touch Ty, instead he gripped the balcony behind him, letting Ty take the lead. He only wanted whatever Ty wanted; nothing more, nothing that could be out of Ty’s comfort zone.

Kit had expected Ty to be more hesitant, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost desperate, like he was afraid Kit would push him away. And though Kit had kissed boys before, this was different. This was Ty. And any other person he’d ever kissed was completely and utterly forgettable to him in comparison to Ty. In fact, he had forgotten them. All he could think was Ty.

Then he heard the sound of someone coming onto the balcony. A voice followed the sound. “Kit, are you out here—”

Ty and Kit broke apart and turned to the voice. It was Tessa….with a sleeping Mina in her arms.

Tessa was staring at them, surprised. Her surprise turned into a small smile.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Ty let go of Kit’s shirtfront and Kit straightened up. “Um, no. Hi…”

“Hi, Kit,” Tessa said, outright smirking now. Kit’s cheeks flushed bright red and he noticed that Ty was looking everywhere but at Kit or Tessa. “Sorry about that. I was coming to ask if you wouldn’t mind putting Mina to bed for her nap…but you seem busy so I’ll do it. No worries.” She turned and started walking away. She called back over her shoulder with an amused voice, “You kids have fun, see you later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Kit wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. That was embarrassing to say the least.

Ty coughed.

Kit turned back to him. “I’m so sorry–”

Ty pulled him in for another kiss. This one was just a quick brush of lips but it was enough to shut Kit up and offer a sheepish smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Ty said, sounding almost surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Oh.

“It was better than I was expecting,” Ty mused. “Probably because it was you.”

“So that means—”

“I liked it, Kit,” Ty said, moving so that he was leaning on the balcony next to Kit. He brushed his hand against Kit’s ever so slightly. “I like you. I never understood what people meant by that until you. But now, I understand what that means. I understand that feeling.”

Kit rubbed his other hand over his burning face to try and bring the color out of it. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

Ty turned to him. “Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to because I cut you off earlier. But I only did that because I wanted you to know how I felt first.”

“Ty….” Kit said slowly. “Did you really mean it when you said that some things are meant to be?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Of course I meant it. I always mean what I say, especially when it comes to you. It’s taken me a lot longer to get there, but I know how I feel now. And I would never even consider lying to you about those feelings, because they involve you too. And because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I love you, Ty,” Kit said after a moment of processing Ty’s words. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I never stopped. And I never will.”

Ty rubbed his eyes, and Kit realized Ty was crying a little bit.

“Can I hug you?”

Ty nodded, and Kit slid his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty held onto Kit tightly. They stood like that for a long time, even after Ty had stopped crying. Kit suspected that Ty was trying to make up for three years wasted. And he was completely fine with that. Nothing was better than the feeling of Ty’s arms around him, knowing that Ty felt something for him. He didn’t want to call it love necessarily, because it was Ty’s decision to call it that and he hadn’t yet, but it was something. And Kit would take something.

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Ok as per my last post. This is Long and very much about my feelings so uh don’t read it if you don’t want to. Also I’m aware I sound genujneky crazy for half of this I’m just really really mentally ill in ways I don’t talk about here at all and now I am sharing them and it’s. A little scary but oh well. The system stuff is the stuff I’m most concerned about right now to be honest bc it effects my day to day and if anyone has any kind words or thoughts on what to do I’ll be happy to listen

Please read my previous post if you’re mad /gen I don’t think I say anything bad here but I have really bad morality ocd so like uhm I am scared to post this!!! Prev post

Also I’m very sorry that the prose is terrible to read and my spelling is shit I have dyspraxia which is a coordination thing and it’s worse rn

The maybe I was boring album came on yesterday while I was cleaning and I had to stop what I was doing and turn it off halfway through because I just couldn’t stop hearing an admission. I wasn’t even sad I was just. So done with it. I still am just kinda like. God I hope Shelby is doing ok with all this being public now. I’m glad she was able to heal like she said and I’m glad she made the video dude.

I almost got his lyrics tattooed if that’s testament to how much I loved his early music. It’s not connecting in my brain that this music that’s been apart of my life for like 4 years and helped me through so much was made by an abuser.

But like, in retrospect you can see it. I can’t bear to delete ycgma off my mp3 player bc I related to his songs so much as an abused lonely teenager but I also can’t bare to listen to it. I learned the fall on my guitar as my final exam and I used to repeat his lyrics to myself to cope with abuse and I wish I could still love these songs. I dressed like his dsmp character bc I thought it made me look cool. Which is lame as fuck to admit now lol

Originally I was planning on pirating them and I like, can’t especially after that manipulative ass statement. How much was an act? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m a bad person because I still kinda do want to listen to that music again. I still want to feel that safe but I know I won’t feel that way anymore.

with dsmp stuff I think I’m going to be still able to look back fondly on it generally and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. The community was what made it and the community is what I loved, and i still do. I don’t think I’m going to reblog art of him specifically but if he’s in it I might. Idk. My policy on dream fanart is if he’s not alone in the art and it’s dsmp or mcc related I reblog so I guess I’ll continue that here. Im sorry if that sounds callous I just. Am not prepared to talk about this so I’m going back and forth

And like. We also have a wilbur factive/fictive and we have for years now and nobody in our system knows how to feel about that. He formed to fill the role of a big brother (I was being heavily emotionally neglected at that point and needed someone to be there for me) and protector from my parents abuse. Obviously, he is entirely separate from his source now bc alters change a lot for me but how we picture him is still wilbur. he’s literally just some guy now but grappling with that connection is fucked up dude it’s weird. He’ll probably further distance himself but it still fucking sucks and I don’t know how to communicate the cognitive dissonance we had to push through bc our brain struggled at first to make sense of how this person who we liked so much that he became the template for a Protector to shield us from the emotional neglect and abuse, essentially, is a terrible person. I’m sorry I know people who aren’t systems, and some who are ngl, will find this fuckibg nuts and I get that but we’re a very very internal person like I just. Kinda am with us as a system a lot and nobody else. It feels like my safe space that I’ve created in my head has been marred. Also. uhm. Our alters speak in distinct voices so it’s bad bad for me rn and we are trying to fix it. I know I know fictives and factives arenttheir source but that doesn’t change that it makes me feel gross. I’m rambling rn I’m sorry. Support Shelby.

#tw abuse #discourse #vent

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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It’s gonna be okay | Dean Winchester x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.0k

warnings: blood, almost fatal wounds, passing out, ?

summary: [requested] Lol idk how to request but can you do a Sam or dean Winchester where him and reader get attacked and dean/sam is bleeding out and reader crawls to him and just stays with him but he’s worried about her too. This request sucks oml I hope you understand what I’m saying lmao

It was just supposed to be a “killing time” sort of mission. You’d hit a dead end on the stuff with the darkness, and it was driving everyone insane but especially Dean. So you found a case that seemed like a werewolf case, so you figured you two could be there and do what you needed to in a day or two and be back to the bunker in no time. You just needed to get out and do something before you both lost your shit.

Unfortunately, you were wrong. It was a hellhound case. Ramsey, you know, the one who listens to Lucifer and Lucifer only. You and Dean were trying to find her with the help of Gwen, who Ramsey was after because she hit her with an ax when Ramsey killed her boyfriend, Marcus.

You were starting to get distracted since it was taking so long, and at the moment you were currently making fun of Dean with the glasses on. “Oh I look funny? Yours are literally hot pink heart glasses I don’t think this even a competition” he said and you giggled.

You heard a twig snap and you both turned your heads to where the sound came from, but you didn’t see anything. You sighed, shaking your head. “This is getting really fucking boring” you groaned and Dean sighed.

He looked behind him, Gwen was looking around at the forest a few feet away. “I know, babe. I’m sure the bitch will come out soon though” he said and kissed your head, intertwining your hands.

You shook your head and said “what if we were wrong? What if Ramsey gave up and- aaahhh!” You felt something sharp on your thigh and then got dragged to the ground. You gasped as you looked and saw Ramsey through your glasses, getting ready to jump on you again.

“Dean!” You screamed. She jumped on you again and scratched your stomach a little before Dean hit her. She growled and jumped on him and scratched him up bad. You screamed, trying to get to him but she had injured you just enough that it slowed you down.

Gwen suddenly managed to chop her head off, even though she didn’t have any glasses and couldn’t see her. You could hear Deans groans and whimpers, and you started to cry even more.

“Dean- baby, it’s okay. Hey, don’t worry you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay” you said and crawled over to him, caressing his face. He grunted, and you looked down at the blood soaking his shirt.

You whimpered, lifting it up to see how severe it was. “No, no no no- god- shit” you murmured. You noticed Dean get louder, he was looking at his wounds and it was making him scared. “Hey, hey don’t look at it. You’re fine, Dean it’s just some scratches” you said, chin trembling.

You grunted, your own wounds being quite painful as well but you ignored it. “H-How bad is it?…uhh! Fuck, tell me the truth, baby” he said and you cupped his cheek.

You sniffled and wiped his tears away, grabbing his hand as you said “it uhm- fuck, it’s bad, Dean. But you’re not dying today, I’m not letting you die, okay?” He shuddered, squeezing your hand. You whimpered, feeling light headed because of your blood loss.

“Gwen…call Sam” you said, whimpering with every breath you took. Dean grunted and said “a-are you okay? How b-bad are you hurt?” “I’m- I’m fine, Dean it’s nothing” you said and coughed a little, realizing that maybe it was that bad since you just coughed blood into your hand.

His eyes widened and he said “babe- y/n you can be saved. Please, get out of here, get help” “no, I’m not- ahh! Oww- fuck I’m not leaving you!” You said, burying your head into his chest as you panted, your fingertips losing feeling and your stomach and leg throbbing.

Dean placed a hand on your head, caressing it softly. “Try to- to breathe baby…it’s gonna be okay- hey! Hey, sit up!” He said as you started to let up on the amount of pressure you applied to his stomach and almost completely stopped squeezing his hand.

You grunted, sitting up and squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to stay awake. “Ohh! Fuck- Dean, I’m not- I’m gonna p-pass out” you said and he sniffled. You coughed up more blood before you leaned against his chest again, panting hard and even wheezing.

“No- nonono…don’t- stay awake,” he said, starting to feel lightheaded himself. “I love you…” You whispered before you slowly let go of his hand and your other hand went limp as well, falling to your side and causing more blood to fish out of him.

He gasped, wheezing just like you were a moment ago. “No- no! Fuck- y/n, please wake up. Babe….shit- babe I’m right here, god- don’t die….baby” he said and whimpered, tears flowing like crazy.

He let out a sob as he said “I love you, baby…I love you so much…oh god- fuck I love you so much babygirl” He placed his other hand on your waist, caressing it softly.

“I love you…I lo- I-I- I lo- mnh” he said before he too lost consciousness, praying to every god he knew that Sam would make it to you guys in time.

A few hours later, you woke up on the ground in the library. You gasped, rolling to your side and coughing hard. You groaned, breathing a little shaky as you looked around. Sam was standing over you, covered in blood and Cas was next to Dean with his fingers on his head.

Your eyes widened and you looked down, your shirt was still destroyed because of yours and Dean’s blood but when you lifted your shirt up there was nothing there. You sighed relievingly and laid back down, scoffing slightly.

Dean woke up and you instantly sat up, cupping his cheek and trying to calm him down. “Hey, hey it’s okay. We’re okay. We’re at the bunker now, we’re safe. I told you you would be okay” you said and chuckled, happy tears filling your eyes.

He pulled you into his lap, kissing your head and rubbing your back. You sniffled, crying happy tears. You really didn’t think you two would make it out alive. “I’m right here, babygirl. Don’t worry, we’re safe” he mumbled into your neck.

Taglist: @mirrorballslut

As of now l'm writing for

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So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

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neosimi · 1 year

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I posted 594 times in 2022

That's 19 more posts than 2021!

343 posts created (58%)

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 583 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#ts2 - 198 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i realize i hate doing milestones bc i dont feel like anything is *milestone worthy* so i just don't mention it at all but thank u for 1k!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

🧬 atomiclight’s retro posters + random stickers 🧬

here’s something that has been stuck in my wip folder since the end of last year. not sure why it took me this long to post, but alas! here are a whopping 110 recolors across two meshes by the wonderful atomiclight. in hindsight i probably should’ve combined them into one but eh, i wasn’t about to redo 50 recolors lol. you can find the originals for ts4 here and here. :]

files are compressed. swatches included in the zip.

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: @atomiclight.

707 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

stopping by to share some bedding with you all this weekend. ( *ˊᵕˋ)

i picked out 10 recolors from luridsims’ wishful dreaming bed found here. i knew i had to have them in my game! special thanks to curiousb and their complete bedding creation kit, it made things easy peasy. :]

files are compressed. no reshade under the cut.

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: luridsims, curiousb.

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900 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

✨4t2 wall art /photoboard rc’s by aoifae + iconic posters by plutosims✨

happy sunday! here’s some decor for your sims. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

included are some recolors by aoifae, with a few new meshes by kkb. i looked around but couldn’t find these exact items, but if they are already converted please let me know! it’s worth noting my versions have been slightly scaled up. the scroll art i went ahead and added recolors to moocha-muses‘ botancial scroll, be sure to grab the MESH here. as a bonus, i added pluto-sims’ iconic posters onto the civic idol poster. :]

files are compressed. swatches in the zip.

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: @aoifae, @sims-kkb, @pluto-sims, @moocha-muses.

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1,016 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🎼 4t2 simmify music nook by myshunosun 🎸

happy friday! here is a wonderful set by @myshunosun, perfect for any sim but especially those with an affinity for music.

i learned a lot converting this set, from tackling my demons (slots), to adjusting the footprint, to finally adding shadows, to figuring out how to make the guitar amp invisible. speaking of the guitar, it’s cloned from crispsandkerosene’s acoustic guitar, which requires argon’s hack. the storage unit is cloned from thimblesims’ dawn living storage unit c. it has 8 slots, so i just duplicated the top middle slot to make up for it. i found if you want to add two stack of LPs on the bottom of the storage unit like shown above, its best to turn them around. it won’t flicker when moving the camera that way for some reason. that should be it, enjoy! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

files are compressed. polycount under the cut.

UPDATE 9/14/22: fixed meshes so you don’t have to find the sweet spot lmao. also fixed the mesh texture on the plant to be black (bc i had pink twice and barely found out myself). also resized the record player by like 1cm shh.

UPDATE 9/16/22: Fixed the storage unit from the first fix, oops!

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: myshunosun, crispsandkerosene, argon, thimblesims and their shadows tutorial, pforestsims’ slot tutorial, rugrat0ne’s footprint tutorial.

POLYCOUNT :

storage unit - 212 [surfaces/misc. $600]

potted plant - 554 [deco/plants $200]

stack of LPs - 150 [deco/sculpture $120]

guitar - 1331 [hobbies/creative $1000]

speaker - 776 [electronics/audio $200]

record player - 1369 [electronics/audio $99] meant to be $400 oops.

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TODAY IN FICTION: Is it really George Jetson’s birthday? (🇺🇸1962)

31st July 2022

Back when this blog was brand new, I reblogged a post claiming that given George Jetson was set to be born this summer, his parents must have successfully nastied about nine months ago, around Thanksgiving 2021. But as his apparent date of birth drew nearer, many more people and media outlets have picked up on the story and begun to pick it apart. The date given by the aforementioned post was the 27th August, and even back then I couldn’t find much evidence actually validating that date, but still chose to post about it because it was funny. But now in the interest of responsible journalism (lol) I’m afraid I must deliver some bad news.

George Jetson does not have a canonical birthday. Both the 31st of July and the 27th of August, the two most commonly quoted dates of birth, have their origins in unverified edits to the Jetsons fan wiki and Wikipedia respectively. In fact the edit war over this “fact” got so bad that George Jetson’s Wikipedia page is currently locked. We can at the very least say that the original 1962 incarnation of the character was born this year, in 2022. We know that he is 40 years old in the show, and we know that the show is set a hundred years in the future from 1962. So some easy maths gives us 1962 + 100 - 40 = 2022.

But there might be a good reason his birth has not heralded the arrival of the two hour work week and the flying car. In subsequent Jetsons media the series has firmly remained a hundred years in the future of whatever the current date is, most recently in 2017 which would give George Jetson a birthday some time in 2077. I wonder if future episodes of The Jetsons will ever explore George’s difficult childhood in the streets of Cyberpunk 2077′s Night City, or how the horrors of Fallout’s Great War of 2077 affected his traumatic upbringing.

With all that in mind, for lack of a better date, happy birthday George Jetson.

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lol they are talking me about my post regarding sexual fantasies not equating real life sexual desires ;)

I’m sorry, but I’m baffled by the fact that people lack critical thinking skills so much that they cannot understand that I was explicitly talking about fantasy in the sexual context. That’s why the deffiniton of fantasy I my post is the same as sexual fantasy. That is the deffiniton I am useing in the context of the post, not that fantasy only means something sexual. I cannot believe I have to make sure that’s clear, holy shit I didn’t think it was necessary either given context clues. I did not mention other types of fantasy’s in the original post because I just didn’t talk about it. It wasn’t relevant to me at the time. I did discuss other sorts of fantasies in reblogs of the post though.

And I stand by my point that, yes, if someone tells someone that their sexual fantasy’s equal real life desires 100% of the time, it is absolutely queerphobic. If I need to explain why, for the second time, I would be more than happy to.

They are correct, fantasies are normal, everyone has them. Aces can even have sexual fantasies without actually wanting to have sex irl. That’s the point of my post. The fact that they were unable to understand that I made a post that supports their claims tells me that literacy is dead smh.

The fact that they call my pinned “questionable” is proof to me that they have no clue what they are talking about. At the very least, I really don’t see why my pinned would be questionable. Is it because I’m proship? Prokink? Do I support the very things that make them feel yucky and they don’t understand that yucky mess doesn’t mean the same as bad? Who knows. Smh this person wasn’t my target audience I guess :/

I feel like peoples critical thinking skills have gone down the drain tbh

Also, the only reason I’m being at all mean to op is because they made some kinda nasty comments towards me, gave me a deffiniton for “fantasy” as if I don’t know what that word means, made this vague post about me, and blocked me so I couldn’t reply or do anything. I’m just being petty in the face of pettiness basically. I will not be giving out any name and if y’all find it, don’t engage, I’m mostly just complaining lol especially when they could have just ignored me if I bothered them so much. Or like, idk, asked me directly to clear things up since it seems like they misunderstood my post completely :/

#proship #profic #anti anti #profiction #anti censorship #comship #anti harassment

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pretty when you cry - chapter nine - bucky

series masterlist / chapter ten

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 04/23/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ ONLY. toxic relationship. bucky is bucky so 🤷🏻‍♀️. talks of violence? uhm i can hardly remember what i wrote but i don’t think there’s anything that needs an explicit warning. if you find i’m missing something, please let me know.

words: 4.8k

notes: i actually kind of hate this lol but it’s okay bc better writing is coming.. hopefully lol. just get ready bc chapter ten is gonna be fun. also! just want to clarify that this isnt a justification for everything or like anything he’s done. it’s from his pov so it’s just supposed to show how bucky is actually seeing things in regards to their relationship and as we all know this is a dark!bucky so yeah :) as always, feedback is more than welcome. thank you for reading and reblogging and commenting. i love each and every one of you. 💘

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to stay too much longer. Hell, he wasn’t planning on staying at all once they had that lock replaced. The only reason he brought Steve and Nat along in the first place was because they were heading to the shop together, they all needed to be there. They needed to get everything ready for the meeting they were having tonight. Needed to be sure everyone knew where they were going and what they were doing before Stark showed up.

They hadn’t met the man yet, they only knew of his father, and while he had helped Bucky and Steve out of a jam a long while ago, that didn’t mean they were going to just blindly trust this guy’s son. They needed to be prepared for anything. It could be a setup or a sting or an ambush for all they knew. He spoke about wanting to make a business deal, to set up a “mutually beneficial” arrangement between them and Stark Industries, which, admittedly, sparked their interest, but trust wasn’t something that came easy to them. Especially in their line of work. And though they made good money on their business, it was still cautionary when said proposal came with such high rewards. They needed to be on alert - which was why Steve kept fucking call.

But in all honesty, this meeting was the last thing on Bucky’s mind. His focus was solely on you. Like it always was, like it had been since the first night he saw you. When he felt you get upset that morning, he immediately told Steve and Nat to head out and that he’d meet them at the shop in a while. That of course, did not happen but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Even though you were fighting, because when were you not, he was able to be close to you. And even more, he was able to really be with you again. He was starting to worry that you’d never willing let him touch you like that again.

So when you started moaning his name as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, he felt like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. He could have stayed there between your legs all day. Be with you all day. Just being able to listen to you in such a state seemed like a blessing. One he knew he didn’t deserve. But, what you had said before was right, Bucky was a selfish man. He couldn’t just let you go. And he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you, that’s what he was counting on anyway. Selfishly, he convinced himself that he was just trying to do what was best for you. That he didn’t want you to feel the hurt that would come with having known your soulmate and then having to live without them. Deep down, though, subconsciously, he knew the truth.

You’d live even if he wasn’t in your life, no matter how strong this connection was, he knew you were strong enough to be okay. He wasn’t though. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to lose you. Though maybe you’d be better off for it… but that thought was brutally squashed in his mind as soon as it attempted to pop up and make itself known. That couldn’t be true. No. He needed you and you needed him. He loved you and you loved him, you had to.

He knew he had fucked it up but he was sure he could fix it. He could make it better, make it up to you. He’d give you anything you wanted and everything you needed, no matter what he had to do to accomplish that. Because he would do anything for you.

When you agreed to dinner, he really felt like he was making headway. And when you let him touch you, taste you, see you, so intimately, he thought he had you.

And then you came out of your room wearing way too much clothing and avoiding eye contact with him, and he could feel your nerves. You were stressed, yet again. He tried to lighten the mood but you didn’t respond to it the way he expected. He thought maybe you’d be annoyed and scold him but all he got from you was a closed, almost timid response. He felt his heart clutch at that but ignored it. It was when you recoiled from the slight brush of your knees against his, that he couldn’t help but scoff. The twinge of rejection ran sharply through him but he tried to brush it off. He deserved it, knowing he had made you feel a thousand times worse when he left you alone, crying in your bed that first night.

He still didn’t know why he had said what he did when he was leaving you. Well, he did know. He had wanted to hurt you. He didn’t want to feel the way he was feeling for you. He thought it’d help, to force an end, despite how harsh it was. As if the act itself wasn’t fucked up enough, he just had to make it worse. He just didn’t think through what his words would lead to. He didn’t know what he was doing. He felt the pain and hurt and degradation you did as he was leaving, but refused to truly acknowledge it. That would be something he’d regret for the rest of his life. That whole night was. You deserved better and he wanted to give you better.

But he couldn’t go back in time and undo all the damage he had done. So he’d keep trying to make amends now. You were his and you were going to be together, like you were supposed to be, so he figured he’d just keep trying. Because you getting away simply wasn’t an option, but he didn’t want you miserable forever, either. You had to give in eventually. You’d forgive him eventually, wouldn’t you? He was sure you wouldn’t be able to resist him forever. Not when the pull to one another was so strong. He certainly couldn’t resist it. He couldn’t forget you, couldn’t shake you. He had tried once and obviously failed miserably - epically. He really couldn’t imagine how you kept trying. He wasn’t that bad, was he? Was he really so unlovable that even the one person guaranteed to love him fought against it?

Maybe he was. And maybe he deserved it. But it didn’t matter all that much in the grand scheme of things. You were meant to love him and you would. He finally felt like he had found the connection he was looking for his entire life without realizing it. And there was no way in hell he was going to let you slip away from him. He just couldn’t. He needed you more than anything, more than anyone. He felt more like himself when you were near. More human. He couldn’t admit it, his self consciousness wouldn’t allow him to open up to you, not yet, but - he just wanted you to look at him and see him. To reassure him he wasn’t truly the monster he had been made into - the one he had shown you. He selfishly wanted you to comfort him the way he desperately needed, though he never realized. He needed you to love him.

So when he started telling you about him, his life, it felt like coming home. Allowing you to know him more, you asking him questions, the silent tears you shed for him, even thinking he didn’t notice… it made him feel like he was worthy of the care and affection he hadn’t received since he was a kid. Now, he never meant to share so much with you so soon. In fact, he could have lived happily without you ever knowing what he really went through. The only person who knew the whole of it, the only one he ever felt close enough to talk to, was Steve and that was hard enough to share with him. But this, this just slipped from his lips so easily when you asked him so timidly about his arm. He felt completely comfortable and at peace with you listening to him he didn’t realize how much he was sharing.

He was upset at first upon really realizing he had just told you about it all. But after a minute, he thought it was for the best. You knew now. He wouldn’t have to go into it again. And you seemed to care. And he needed that. But then…

Then you told him to go.

And his heart felt like it was being squeezed so tightly, it was like you were trying to disintegrate it in your hands. And his heart was in your hands, you held it completely, whether he wanted you to or not. Whether you wanted it or not.

He felt like you had just slapped him across the face, but he was sure even if you could have, if you had, that wouldn’t hurt this much. You had to be kidding. You certainly didn’t sound confident in your words as you spoke them. And that made him feel the slightest bit better. But not enough. It wasn’t enough because you still asked him to go.

He didn’t realize how hard he was gripping the plate in his hand until it shattered and scared you. He felt bad for half a second before his indignation took over. He was hurt and angry and though you had rejected him over and over before, this time was different. He had shared so much with you, and it felt like you saw him. You saw him and then pushed him away again. You saw him and decided that you still didn’t want him. That wasn’t an option though.

He was too upset to notice that the pain he was feeling wasn’t all his own. You were feeling it, too. But Bucky never really showed his hurt. It always came out as anger, because that was easier.

He didn’t fully realize what he was doing, he was just reacting. He needed you to understand, you couldn’t deny this anymore. There wasn’t anyone else he needed and that had to be the same for you.

When you told him you deserved better than the love he could give you, it sent him spiraling. Because the love he was giving you was more intense and potent than any kind of love he’d had before. He was giving you his best. And it wasn’t good enough. He’d never be fucking good enough for anyone but especially not you. And the heartbreak he felt at that realization was quickly covered by his anger and utmost confidence he had in the fact that you and him were made for each other. No matter what either of you thought, you were the best for him and he would always be the best for you. There wouldn’t ever be another option for either of you.

When he had your neck in his grip, though you struggled to get away from him, he didn’t sense any real fear in you. Like you knew he wouldn’t be able to truly harm you. All he felt was heartbreak and rage. It was coming from both of you. And then you struck a second time. Aiming straight for his heart once again.

“I don’t need anyone’s love, certainly not yours,” you had seethed through tears, desperately wanting to believe it.

Again he was reminded that you were just like him, deep down. You really didn’t want to need anyone. But you did. You needed him. And yet, despite that obvious fact, you still wanted to defy the fates. To object against your fated connection. But he felt the longing that you did, too. And he took in your tears that you couldn’t hold back because of how much your heart was breaking against your stubborn mind’s relentless fight against him. And he felt confident again. He was right, he did have you.

Though you tried to put as much distance between the two of you as you could in your small kitchen, he knew what you needed. Even as you shoved him and flinched away from his hand, which admittedly, hurt him, he didn’t relent. Because you needed him.

You were breaking down right in front of him and, honestly,… he loved it. You being so vulnerable in front of him was one of his favorite things. You weren’t much for vulnerability, that was easy enough to gather, but you always opened up so easily around him. Maybe because his presence was like a vice around you all the time, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you showing up fully to him and that he was there to hold you and be witness to your emotions.

This was exactly what he meant. You needed him. Maybe it wasn’t fair that you were fated to such a bad man. A fuck up, a monster. But, you needed a bad man to keep the other bad men away. You were so fragile. So sad. But he’d protect you. He’d help you feel better. So what if it wasn’t fair, you were his.

Even as you cried out how much you hated him, he knew you didn’t mean it. You were rightfully upset, and he wanted to calm you down again but he couldn’t help but to take advantage of your fragile state at the moment.

“You’ve ruined my life,” you had muttered as you slid down the wall trying to catch your breath as you sobbed.

He couldn’t let you keep fighting anymore. It was hurting you too much. And selfishly, it was hurting him, too. He knew he needed to get through to you for real this time. And he had plenty of experience in threats and manipulation. He knew exactly what he had to say and exactly which buttons he had to push on you. This had to work. You had to realize that fighting him would only lead to more pain and suffering.

He really wouldn’t be able to hurt you even if he tried, but he had no qualms about doing whatever he needed to whoever he had to if it meant you’d stop resisting and just be with him. He really was running out of patience.

When you looked at him with your glossy, pleading eyes, he felt himself relax again. And then he started to feel a little bad. But he just wanted you two to be happy. The hopeless romantic he had been as a kid was showing up again, whenever he thought of you, whenever you were around. He just wanted your happily ever after. You were just making it so damn difficult. But no matter what, in the end, he knew like you did, that you were it for each other.

You cried that you wanted to be alone, but he didn’t want you to be. And he knew you shouldn’t be right now.

So he held you, and as you tried to fight out of his hold, he just held you tighter to him. You said you hated him again, but he knew you didn’t. And you knew you didn’t. So you cried even more with your head in his neck, legs wrapped around his waist as you sat in his lap on the floor. He soothed you as you cried and while he was comforting you, your warmth and weight on him was comforting him as well. He was caught up in your scent and the feeling of your arms wrapped around him while he ran his hands down your back and nuzzled soft kisses into your hair. He could almost forget everything that had just happened if it wasn’t for your tears that he could feel on his skin. He hated making you cry, but he loved being able to comfort and hold you like this. He loved you so easily and so completely it was like he had been doing it for a lifetime. Everything felt right when you were in his arms.

He eventually took notice of the darkened sky outside and knew he had to go. So when you gently shoved away from him once again, he let you go and moved to stand you both up.

He didn’t want to leave, especially not when you were still obviously upset, but he had to meet up with Steve before they had to meet Stark, and he had taken long enough as it was.

After your bitter storm off, he reluctantly left your house and made his way to the shop on his bike. He felt your hurt at his departure, and it almost made him turn around and head back to you. But he knew he couldn’t.

Tonight was either going to be a cause for celebration, a boring let down, or a brutal confrontation. No matter which, they had to be ready. But if it did go well, and promises were kept, Bucky had big plans for the two of you. He had a whole future planned with you at the center of it all. So although he felt bad about leaving you alone and hurting yet again, he was sure that he wouldn’t be doing that to you again.

When he pulled up to the shop, he was met by Steve, Nat, and Sam talking in the garage.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Nat teased with a smirk.

“Yeah, how thoughtful of you to join us, Barnes,” Sam said.

“Where’s everyone else?” Bucky asked, ignoring them.

“They’re all exactly where they need to be. We’ve got Thor and Val down the block, Loki and Wanda are on the outskirts, Scott and Peter are in town square and everyone else is scattered all around. No one’s getting in or out of town without us knowing about it. We’ll see them when they come in and if anything goes down, they won’t be getting out.” Steve said confidently.

“Good. And you two?” Bucky questioned, staring pointedly at Sam and Nat.

“We were just on our way to the gas station,” Nat motioned with her head to the station way down the street. “Close enough to get here quickly if we need to, far enough to not make Stark feel like we’re surrounding him.”

Bucky nodded, while looking around the shop. “I think we’re ready for him.”

“Call us if you need us - we’ll be watching the cameras on my phone, but ya know just in case,” Nat said, shrugging her shoulders as she walked toward her bike. “Catch you in a bit.”

Sam followed behind her, leaving Steve and Bucky alone.

It was quiet for a moment before Steve went to speak, but he was stopped by Bucky before he could.

“Not a fucking word about her or I swear to god, Rogers,”

“Hey, I don’t need you sucker punching me again, dick, I was just gonna ask how things went,” Steve laughed, holding his hands up in front of him.

“Can we focus on this meeting?”

“Oh, now you wanna focus,” Steve prodded.

Bucky looked sharply at his best friend. “Look, I know I’ve been acting differently, but.. she - she’s different. This is different. She’s not just some girl. I know you don’t get it, Steve, you think I’m losing it, but I’m telling you, man, she’s the one.”

Steve looked sympathetic for a moment before he responded. “I don’t get it,” he agreed. “But I know you. And I trust you. So if you say she’s different, she must be,” he said sincerely. “Kind of a crybaby if you ask me. So sensitive, but I mean, she’s your soulmate not mine. Not my problem,” he joked.

Steve’s joke reminded him of the state you were in when he left you and he felt uncharacteristically anxious. He just wanted to get this meeting done with and get back to you.

As if on cue, they received a text from Wanda alerting them that a couple of Stark SUVs had just driven into town from the city not too far away. A couple minutes after, Thor called Steve and let them know that they had just passed them a block away. As soon as Steve hung up, headlights started to shine into the open garage.

Bucky and Steve stepped back as the black SUV entered the open space as the other two cars parked outside the shop, one on either side.

Once the vehicle was parked, the back driver’s door opened to reveal the man they had been in talks with. Tony Stark climbed out of the car and walked confidently up to Steve and Bucky, hand held out to shake both of theirs in greeting.

“Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Tony Stark,” he said as he shook their hands. “Well, I’ve heard a lot about you two, I’ve gotta say. Not even been here a year and you’re already at the top of your game, aren’t you. Ran Hydra right on outta town, staking your claim, terrorizing innocent civilians,” he joked.

“We didn’t terrorize anyone. Those were some punks from some shitty wannabe gang trying to be tough. Thought if they fucked enough shit up in our name, we’d be taken care of. But that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve got connections where it counts here,” Steve told him.

“Sure, sure, but that’s not completely true is it? The not terrorizing anyone bit? From what I’ve heard-,”

“I don’t give a fuck what you’ve heard. The only people getting terrorized around here are the ones who deserve it. We don’t need to draw attention to ourselves anymore than we normally do by fucking with random people for the hell of it. We’ve got a business to run here,” Bucky made clear.

“Business, yes. That’s why I’m here,” Stark began again, seemingly ignoring Bucky’s obvious hostility. “You’re no strangers to getting your hands dirty, though. Bloody, even,” he said as if wanting to be sure off the bat that they were willing to do so if needed without explicitly asking out loud.

“We do what we have to when we have to.” Bucky said, his tone alone threatening. Stark just nodded his head before continuing.

“I’m very interested in this business you’ve got running here. And I’ve got a hell of an offer for you.”

“We’re listening,”

“Now I want to preface this by saying I know you owed my dad a favor, big time, but I don’t want that to have any affect on your decision on this proposal,”

“Wasn’t planning on it,”

“Ha, good,” Tony chuckled. “So. I’ll cut to the chase, it’s clear you’re not a fan of pretense. I’ve got some inventory I’m looking to sell, but I’m having a hard time getting approval on the legal front. It’s getting in the way of my business, I’m sure you understand. What I’m looking for is a business I can run things out of. A front, if you will. That’s where you fellas come in. I buy this quaint little shop of yours, it’ll become a part of Stark Industries. You’ll still be working out of here, repairs, detail jobs, whatever other services you guys offer here, but all your equipment, any parts you need, all the tools, everything will be delivered by and for Stark Industries. And when you get those shipments in, sometimes you’ll get some other things that will need to be delivered to buyers. Off the official record, of course.”

“You’re going to be selling illegal “inventory” and we’ll essentially be your delivery men?” Steve asked.

“Preciously. You’re a sharp one, aren’t you,” Tony quipped.

“What’s the inventory,” Bucky asked.

“Weapons, mostly. I’d give advance notice on any delicate deals, of course. Or if it’s a special shipment. You’ll really only be receiving information about the shipments from me or Banner. You’ll meet him soon, I’m sure. Great guy, I think you’ll really like him, anyway. This isn’t necessarily small time stuff. But I’ve done my research on you. You’ve got the experience, expertise, and man power behind you to make me confident that you’re the guys for the job. I’ve had an eye on your operations for a while, so when you left the city, I was a little disappointed, but when I found out you had just moved out here, it was like everything was aligning perfectly. This shop is far enough away to avoid interference plus you’ve got half the police force here basically eating out of your hands, so I’m not worried about any snooping around from them,”

“And what do we get out of this, again?” Steve interjected.

“Well of course, we’ll have to go over all the specifics and the ins and outs of everything but uh- essentially, a fuck ton of money. For both of you and all your people. You’ll be living the good life. Anything you want or need, as long as you do your part, it’s yours,” Tony said nonchalantly. “So how’s that sound to you guys? Fair? Easy enough, right? We’ll just need to sign some papers, I’ll have it all sent over and we’ll wire you the money for the selling of the shop. First deliveries would start in a couple of weeks but we’ll meet up again before then to really iron everything out.”

Bucky looked over to Steve who looked to him at the same time. They nodded in union before responding.

“Sounds like a deal,” Bucky said, causing Stark to break out in a grin. He clapped his hands together and stepped forward, moving to shake each of their hands once again. “Then it’s a deal,” he said triumphantly. “Everything is all typed up, we’ll get the papers sent to you in the morning and then you can expect the first wire transfers to your accounts by the end of the week. I’ve gotta run, have to get back to the city for a dinner but we’ll be in touch,” he rushed out while checking his watch and walking back toward the suv that was waiting for him before he climbed in. “The wife is waiting for me and if I keep her any longer she’s gonna have my head. You have our contact information, give us a call if you have any questions about the papers. Talk soon.” He said before shutting his door.

Bucky and Steve watched as the three SUVs drove out and headed back out of town and in the direction of the city.

“That went well,” Steve said, sounding almost surprised. Bucky chuckled at him and was about to respond before his phone started ringing. The caller ID showed that it was Sam and he assumed he was calling because they saw Stark leave.

“Yeah, you’re all good to head back over now,” Bucky said as soon as he answered the phone.

“Well, that’s good timing,” Sam began, “that means you can get over here, then. Someone you might want to see.”

“Hu-what are you talking about?” he asked, confused.

“Y/N. She’s here right now. Just pulled in. She looks flustered, like she’s in a hurry. She’s tryna get out of here fast. I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but I thought you’d want to know.” Sam explained.

As soon as your name left Sam’s mouth, Bucky felt every muscle in his body tense. Why the fuck would you be there? It was nearly 9pm on a Sunday, you didn’t have anywhere to be. His mind instantly started to race with reasons why you might have gone there and he didn’t like any of them. The one that made the most sense, the obvious one in his mind, was that you were leaving. Trying to, anyway. Trying to leave town. Trying to leave him. And that wasn’t going to happen.

He felt like he was about to completely crush his phone in his hand. He tried to take a calming breath but it didn’t help in the slightest.

“I’ll be right there. And Sam,”

“Yeah?”

“She doesn’t leave that goddamn parking lot until I get there, we clear?” He nearly growled.

“Yeah, I think we can handle that.” Sam said before hanging up.

Why would you do this? To yourself - to him. You couldn’t leave. He’d make sure it wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let you go.

And after this little stunt, he’d make sure you wouldn’t get the chance to again. He didn’t say anything to Steve as he went to his bike and started it. The only thing on his mind was getting to you. He was sure Steve had heard the conversation anyway. He headed straight for the gas station that was just a few minutes away, straight for you.

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👜😴 and 💢 for the OC asks. The emojis are evolving!

YOU KNOW WHAT I cannot for the life of me find the key for this ask. I swear I tagged it. I usually do. But even scrolling through my blog has left me without a link back. Maybe the OC emojis evolved right off the website and into the ether. If you have/find the original post, link me in a comment and I'll reblog with a real answer LOL

So I'm going to make it up to you by sharing a snippet that has something to do with the general mood those emojis convey. Perhaps in this case, being tired and annoyed after having traveled somewhere?

From Chapter 19 from, of course, my fic -- The World on Our Shoulders.

“Not everything in this world is as it seems at first glance,” Teldryn said with a shrug. It was what she had said herself, sitting right in this same seat, just yesterday. “That said, I’m going after her.”

“Just be careful, Sero,” Geldis warned. Teldryn nodded and pushed his plate away. It would be best to go pack in case she did indeed manage to get a fair way toward Tel Mithryn on her own. He was ready to go in less than ten minutes, but that was enough for his plans to change drastically. In another veritable whirlwind of ash, Nyenna was already back in the Netch, looking disheveled and furious. She stalked downstairs and tried to pass him on the way to her room, but he stopped her. She set a glowing heart stone down on the table nearby and put her hands on her hips.

“What exactly,” she asked bitterly, “does one have to do in order to not to be swarmed by these ash spawn?” She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in utter exasperation. “That and the damned ash storm!? I couldn’t see a thing but the Bulwark out there!”

“I see you’ve been…acquainted…with the ash wastes,” Teldryn said pointedly. She was fuming, face flushed and everything. “I happen to be an expert navigator of them.”

“Yes, I’m sure you are,” she said sarcastically. She gave him a disgusted glare and scooped up the heart stone she’d deposited before stalking away from him toward her room, slamming the door behind her.

“That went about as well as expected,” Geldis said with a snort.

“Give me a moment,” Teldryn sighed. He cracked his knuckles and walked over to her door. Knocked once. Then twice. Geldis only muttered under his breath and turned back to his work.

“Go away!” she said, muffled. Rude, really.

“I know someone else who can help you,” Teldryn said as evenly as he could. The door, much to his surprise, creaked open. She’d let down her hair, which frizzed wildly in every direction. She folded her arms and leveled him with an irritated stare.

“What?” she asked, still seeming a bit short-tempered.

“I’m friends with the smith in the market square. I could introduce you, and maybe he can make you a helmet or a mask or something so you can get through the ash storms more easily,” he said quickly, fully convinced she’d slam the door in his face before he finished talking. She sniffed loudly and stepped out of her room. She’d already shed the metal layer of her armor. One of her sleeves was torn straight through to her undershirt and a long, raised welt circled the exposed skin of her arm. She’d crossed paths with a netch in the storm, it seemed. He’d done that himself more than once.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “Thank you. I’m not going out of town again today, anyway.” He nodded and she closed the door on him again. It was progress. He did feel a little sorry for her troubles, though. He wondered if even the guards had tried to warn her or not. Anyone out there could have seen the signs a storm was brewing. If he’d been awake, he’d have told her, at the very least, though…from what little he could discern about her, she’d probably have gone off on her own anyway. Teldryn sat at the table nearest to her room. Geldis brought over a pot of tea for her, which he wouldn’t take any coin for, even as Teldryn tried to pay for it. In a few moments, Nyenna came out of her room, torn armor in hand, and sat down heavily next to him.

“Thanks for the tea,” she said with a small nod in his direction. Her hair was pulled back away from her face now, but it was still looking pretty wild, especially without her circlet. She was wearing a mage robe with fine teal embroidery, which suited her, he thought. Teldryn cracked the tiniest of smiles and nodded back. Oh no, he wasn’t about to let Geldis take the credit for this act of kindness. This could be part of a second attempt, maybe. He watched as she poured herself a cup, and then glanced up at him and pushed the other mug and the rest of the tea toward him.

“No problem at all,” he drawled. Geldis made an affronted sound up by the bar, but busied himself with drying dishes and mugs as he usually did, and said nothing more. Teldryn waited while she began to stitch the tear in her armor sleeve with heavy black thread. Her eyebrows knit as she concentrated. Her hands moved deftly, and he noticed other similar fixes the more she turned the armor to work on it. He sipped his own tea in relative silence, until she bit the end of her thread after tying it off, and held out the sleeve to check it.

“All set,” she said. Teldryn leaned toward her and instead of moving away from him, she showed off her handiwork. “Not bad, considering the size of the…ehm…thing that I stupidly ran underneath. I can’t believe how much damage they can do when startled!”

“The netch?” Teldryn asked with a chortle.

“Yes! Honestly, I can’t believe I forgot. To be fair, I’d never seen one before. I figured if I followed the shore I’d get to Tel Mithryn without too much trouble… and then when the ash storm hit, I didn’t even know which direction I was walking. I didn’t see the thing until it was too late. Their stings really hurt, actually,” she said, rubbing her arm as if a ghost of the previous pain had flared up. “But it didn’t continue to attack me, really, it just sort of floated further out over the water with two even larger netch.”

“You were lucky they didn’t see you as a threat. Even a raging netch calf can easily kill a man in seconds. I’ve seen it,” Teldryn said somberly.

“I’d have been fine,” Nyenna said dismissively. She folded her armor. Teldryn leaned his elbows on the table and looked at her with a wry grin. She’d said that without much confidence behind it. Just a surety, like it was fact and nothing more. Like no matter what she attempted, something would bring her through it. Perhaps even if she didn’t want that to be the case. Perhaps like some kind of legendary hero…

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